The First Kiss Must Belong to His Wife

But no matter how beautiful a face is, you can't stare at it forever.

Yet Yun Huaizhu's face seemed especially favored by Aphrodite herself; even among Nuwa's final projects, she would undoubtedly be placed in the front row.

Seeing that Lin Meng's gaze had been completely drawn to her, Yun Huaizhu slowly leaned closer. “Mengmeng-jie, I used to love acting most of all. I wanted to be like those seniors, using acting to release my emotions on the big screen.”

Lin Meng imagined it: if she saw Yun Huaizhu's face on a big screen, she would patiently watch anything Yun Huaizhu acted in.

Just as she was thinking this, with pink bubbles practically floating up to her face, Yun Huaizhu's hands suddenly cupped her cheeks—an extremely intimate, ambiguous posture. “But you know I left the industry not long ago. Never getting to film with a renowned director is my lifelong regret.”

Lin Meng nodded sympathetically at this.

As pitiful as Yun Huaizhu looked, Lin Meng couldn't help sympathizing—but she also noticed... they were far too close. If Yun Huaizhu shifted down even a little, her lips would brush Lin Meng's face.

Lin Meng reached out to stop her, but when her hand accidentally brushed a certain part of Yun Huaizhu, she jerked it back in alarm.

Yun Huaizhu noticed and laughed softly. She straightened up slightly, ending the posture that had Lin Meng so uneasy. But the next moment, she took Lin Meng's hand and pressed it to her own chest. “I knew it—Mengmeng-jie likes this part of me best. Since you like it, why don't you dare touch it?”

The sudden move left Lin Meng completely dumbfounded. It took her several seconds to react.

Ahhh!!!

Just because she liked something didn't mean she had to touch it—and she wouldn't dare covet someone else's wife!

Lin Meng frantically tried to pull her hand back. “No... Zhuzhu, you've got the wrong idea. I just felt we were too close, and I was getting a little hot.”

Yun Huaizhu reached out and gently pulled open the collar of Lin Meng's pajamas. “If you're hot, take off your clothes. We're so familiar with each other, I'm not even afraid of you doing anything to me—what do you have to be shy about?”

Lin Meng thought about it. True—Yun Huaizhu, a peerless beauty, came to her tiny rented apartment every day without ever seeming put out. What did she have to be afraid of?

Besides, she really did consider Yun Huaizhu a friend now. A little closeness between friends wasn't excessive, was it...?

Not excessive, my ass!

She knew perfectly well that Su Yutang and Yun Huaizhu were a couple, yet she was using friendship as an excuse to cuddle and hug Yun Huaizhu—that was an impure intention.

As Lin Meng thought this, guilt flickered across her face. She carefully pulled the collar Yun Huaizhu had opened back up. “Um... I'm suddenly not hot anymore. Zhuzhu, haven't you been working hard all day? You should hurry and sleep.”

Yun Huaizhu gazed at her with a sweet smile. “Now that I've seen you today, I suddenly don't feel sleepy at all. Do you remember what I told you earlier about wanting to act?”

Hearing Yun Huaizhu change the subject, an ominous feeling suddenly rose in Lin Meng's heart.

She nodded slightly. “Mm...”

Yun Huaizhu shifted slowly to Lin Meng's side, then looped her slender white arms around Lin Meng's neck. “Then guess, Mengmeng-jie—what kind of scene do I want to film most?”

Lin Meng frowned slightly at the question. She tilted her head and stroked her chin, looking as if she were thinking very hard. “Hmm... probably something like a tale of troubled times—a delicate flower standing strong through wind and rain, or maybe a rise-and-comeback story. With your looks, Zhuzhu, your range is actually quite broad.”

Ugh... that damn scumbag alpha Su really doesn't act like a human being! Lin Meng remembered that Yun Huaizhu had even won some Best Actress trophy when she was a teenager.

Although Lin Meng hadn't seen the film Yun Huaizhu acted in, her acting must have been excellent—otherwise she wouldn't have won such a huge honor at such a young age.

Though Yun Huaizhu was the youngest Best Actress in this novel's history, she became an idol after that.

At the time, some of her fans were very disappointed, feeling she'd abandoned a bright future to step into the fan circle.

The fan circle wasn't much better than the film circle; it was often a chaotic battleground of rival fans. Idols live off traffic and youth, and many transition at a certain age.

Yun Huaizhu was transitioning directly from film to idol, and everyone was pessimistic about her at the time. Yet in less than two years, she became a national-level top idol.

In those two years, she did no publicity stunts and went on no variety shows. Every day she opened her eyes to choreography and songwriting, single-handedly pulling the Yun family's nearly collapsing stock price back up.

She had already worked so hard, yet fate still laid its hands on this little white flower who had been born in dire straits from the very start.

Seeing that near-pitying expression appear on Lin Meng's face again—Yun Huaizhu didn't actually like others' sympathy. But whenever she was at a dead end with no way forward, sympathy was often the most useful thing.

Yun Huaizhu tightened her arms around Lin Meng, leaned close to her ear, and with a slight curl of her lips, said softly, “No, Mengmeng-jie. You guessed wrong. What I like is filming kiss scenes.”

Lin Meng's pupils quaked at those words.

Huh?

Huh??

So Yun Huaizhu liked kiss scenes? But she seemed never to have filmed one.

Of course—in the novel, the bottom's first kiss always belongs to the top. No matter how many people either of them had been with before, there was always a first kiss between them.

In novels, as long as two people gave each other their first kiss—whether their story was sweet and loving or full of physical and emotional torment—they would always end up together.

That was the conclusion Lin Meng had drawn from reading so many novels. She liked to call it the “First Kiss Law.”

But now Yun Huaizhu had already left the industry. As for her on-screen first kiss, the audience probably wouldn't get to see it. Scumbag alpha Su loved prop play so much—maybe in the future she'd film a little video of her own first kiss and put it on the big screen in her home theater, watching it over and over.

When Lin Meng thought of this, she couldn't help feeling her own thoughts were a little perverted. But considering that Su Yutang really might do such a thing—well, she was still being too conservative.

Just as Lin Meng's imagination ran wild, Yun Huaizhu saw her dazed expression and couldn't help laughing. She turned her head, her gaze trailing down to Lin Meng's lips—perfectly curved, like they held peach blossoms.

Under Yun Huaizhu's stare, Lin Meng's heart began to thump again.

Just as she was about to ask what Yun Huaizhu wanted to do, Yun Huaizhu spoke in a soft, gentle tone, as if trying to hypnotize the person before her. “Mengmeng-jie, close your eyes. I want you to play a game with me.”

The unease in Lin Meng's heart grew stronger and stronger. She didn't really want to play a game with Yun Huaizhu right now, but Yun Huaizhu's arms were wrapped around her neck.

She suddenly remembered Yun Huaizhu that day, seemingly furious—her cold arms climbing around her neck like a snake, then tightening little by little, as if to wrap her into suffocation.

Lin Meng couldn't say no, and she didn't quite dare refuse.

But she still wanted to make one last struggle. “Th-then... what game is it exactly? Why do I need to close my eyes?”

Yun Huaizhu reached out a thumb, its nail tinged pink, and gently rubbed Lin Meng's lips. “Of course it's a fun game. I think you'll like it. If you don't close your eyes, it won't be fun anymore. I finally have some rare time to relax—Mengmeng-jie really won't play with me?”

Lin Meng felt like a cornered animal. If she dodged now, would Yun Huaizhu pull her back? Or would she grab her neck with both hands like last time?

She had already forgotten how that incident had ended.

Oh, right... she'd let Yun Huaizhu look, and then it was over.

So this time...

Lin Meng didn't dare think any further. She nodded quickly and slowly closed her eyes. “O-okay... um, then when do I open them?”

Seeing her so obedient, Yun Huaizhu felt as if she were lying on a cloud—joyful, with a hint of excitement. As if deliberately teasing Lin Meng, she slowly released her and pulled away.

Feeling Yun Huaizhu move away, Lin Meng couldn't help letting out a breath of relief.

At that moment, she couldn't help scolding herself internally—her mind was too filthy. She'd thought Yun Huaizhu was going to do something to her.

After today, she needed to reflect properly. She couldn't start imagining all sorts of nonsense just because the other person was a beauty.

...

Lin Meng kept her eyes closed for a full half minute, and she barely heard any sound of Yun Huaizhu moving. Her small bed's mattress wasn't as soft as the one at Yun Huaizhu's home, but if someone moved beside her, she would definitely feel it.

But Yun Huaizhu made no sound at all. Had she already gotten off the bed? Or left without saying goodbye?

Just as Lin Meng was thinking this, Yun Huaizhu appeared behind her at some point, slender arms reaching around from behind to embrace her.

Lin Meng found it strange—Yun Huaizhu had said they'd play a game, but she hadn't explained the rules. How was she supposed to know how to play?

At the thought, she couldn't help opening her eyes and turning her head to ask Yun Huaizhu.

But the moment she turned, her lips pressed against something soft. What met her eyes was Yun Huaizhu's exquisite features.

She stared, wide-eyed, in disbelief.

What was this?

Had the world flipped upside down, or had she turned the wrong way? How else had her mouth ended up on Yun Huaizhu's?

Just as Lin Meng thought it was an accident and tried to hurry away, Yun Huaizhu reached out with both hands, firmly cupped her turned head, and kissed her.

Honestly, Lin Meng's position made it very hard to struggle. If she wasn't careful, she might twist her neck. Just as she was internally falling apart, a gentle softness, as if carrying a faint sweet fragrance, pried open her mouth and invaded.

“Mmph—mmph...” Lin Meng struggled weakly, but her little strength was nothing more than a tickle to Yun Huaizhu.

Yun Huaizhu cupped Lin Meng's face, eyes half-closed as if savoring, sucking, entwining...

Only in the gaps when Yun Huaizhu's tongue left her did Lin Meng manage to utter vague, indistinct syllables. “Zhuzhu... mmph... don't, stop!”

No, not like this!

This was a first kiss! This was Yun Huaizhu's first kiss!

How could Yun Huaizhu's first kiss be given to her?

But at that moment, Yun Huaizhu seemed unable to hear anything. Even with desire in her eyes, they were like a pool of gentle spring water—one glance and you'd sink in.

Sometimes she closed her eyes in enjoyment, savoring the beautiful kiss; sometimes she opened them to admire Lin Meng's clumsy, breathless state. She was a patient person, willing to spend the time ahead teaching Lin Meng how to kiss.

When Lin Meng couldn't keep up with her rhythm, she would stop and watch. When Lin Meng caught her breath, she would probe in again.

Yun Huaizhu didn't say a single word throughout. The wet sounds of kissing were impossibly clear in that small bedroom of less than ten square meters. As if truly afraid of being kissed into suffocation, Lin Meng gradually learned to coordinate her breathing and movements with the long kiss. The whole time, she felt like her neck was about to break.

When Yun Huaizhu finally ended the kiss, Lin Meng's mouth was swollen, her lips still glistening with an ambiguous sheen. She escaped that immovable position as if finally freed.

Almost instantly, her tears fell.

What was going on? How could she have kissed Yun Huaizhu?

Her neck had felt like it was about to break earlier—no, it still felt like it might break now. If Yun Huaizhu had kept kissing her in that position much longer, she might have ended up in the hospital.

Her neck now had a terribly sore, achy feeling, like she'd slept on it wrong. She turned her head and suddenly buried herself entirely under the blanket.

It was over. All over.

How could the bottom kiss her? That kiss belonged to Su Yutang. Should she start preparing her own funeral arrangements?

She had clearly wanted to push Yun Huaizhu away just now.

Yun Huaizhu didn't know how long she'd drawn out that kiss. She only knew that when it ended, her face was glowing and her mood was as sweet as if she'd eaten cotton candy.

But when she heard Lin Meng crying, a different feeling rose in her heart.

That sweetness seemed to last only a moment before being replaced by a constant bitterness.

She lay down and slowly moved to Lin Meng's side, then reached out to rub Lin Meng's neck, which had gone stiff from the awkward position.

But when her fingertips touched Lin Meng, Lin Meng suddenly sprang up as if triggered, clutching the blanket and shrinking back.

Seeing Lin Meng's red-rimmed eyes, the bitterness in Yun Huaizhu's heart grew even stronger. She hid the flash of hurt on her face and spoke in a joking tone. “This is the game I wanted to play with you.”

Lin Meng's tears kept falling. She still hadn't accepted the fact that Yun Huaizhu had kissed her. She choked out brokenly, “Th-this... is this a game?”

Clutching the quilt like that, she really resembled a lamb frightened out of its wits.

Seeing this, Yun Huaizhu wanted to reach out and wipe the tears from Lin Meng's face. But Lin Meng still couldn't help shrinking back, and Yun Huaizhu's hand stopped in midair. She withdrew it and let out a light laugh, as if mocking herself.

This Yun Huaizhu had already exceeded the image Lin Meng had imagined while reading the novel. Or perhaps the novel's plot—even its characters—were beginning to show signs of a towering building on the verge of collapse.

The drastic change made Lin Meng very uneasy. The plot was still the plot, but its trajectory was gradually shifting. Was this retribution for casually altering the course of the story?

Yun Huaizhu sat before Lin Meng in that desolate posture, dazed for a long time. Then she finally raised her head, eyes red, and looked at Lin Meng. A crystalline tear, like a pearl, fell with a soft “patter” onto the pink bedsheet.

Seeing this, even Lin Meng's choking stopped.

Yun Huaizhu looked at Lin Meng with tearful eyes, her expression pitiful. “Sorry... I told you before that my favorite thing to film is kiss scenes. But I've already left the industry—I'm afraid I'll never get to film one in this lifetime. Yet I still wanted to know what filming a kiss scene feels like, so I did something excessive to you...”

Lin Meng was somewhat surprised at these words. Her lips, still swollen from Yun Huaizhu's kiss, opened and closed. “So... just now, with me... you were trying to get the feeling of filming a kiss scene?”

Although the excuse sounded ridiculous, Yun Huaizhu's tear-shimmering eyes were incredibly sincere. “Yes, because I wanted to find someone to film a kiss scene with before I turned twenty-two. But before that, I couldn't think of a single person.”

As if certain Lin Meng would believe her, she slowly moved in front of her and reached out to gently wipe the tears from Lin Meng's face. “Mengmeng-jie is my best friend now. If I'm going to find someone to film a kiss scene with, it has to be my best friend—otherwise I'd rather die. Is Mengmeng-jie going to hate me over something like this?”

Hearing this, Lin Meng quickly shook her head. Her heart, which had just been collapsing, was gradually pulled back by Yun Huaizhu's words. “No, no, how could I hate you over something like this? It's just that next time, if it's this kind of game, you should tell me in advance...”

Yes, she believed it.

Hearing this, Yun Huaizhu quickly lowered her head to hide the trace of a smile that flashed across her lips. She spoke with a slight nasal tone. “Mm, I understand. I'll be careful next time.”

Seeing Yun Huaizhu like this, Lin Meng couldn't help but feel a pang of heartache.

Yun Huaizhu was already a little bitter gourd; even the author who created her seemed not to love her, tormenting her to death. She was only trying to fulfill the regret of never having filmed a kiss scene.

Lin Meng thought she really shouldn't blame Yun Huaizhu for this. It was just that it had happened too suddenly; she'd had no mental preparation at all, which was why she'd fallen apart in front of Yun Huaizhu.

But this should just be acting, not real feelings... so it shouldn't count as a first kiss.

It absolutely couldn't count!

Hearing this, Lin Meng also reached out with the back of her hand to wipe Yun Huaizhu's tears. “Alright, let's both stop crying. Since the game is over, shouldn't we go to sleep? You work so hard—you still need to rest.”

Although she didn't know what Yun Huaizhu was working on, for a family about to go bankrupt, Yun Huaizhu working nonstop did make sense.

Seeing this, Yun Huaizhu grabbed the hand Lin Meng extended and pressed it to her own chest. “I knew it. In this world, only you care about me, Mengmeng-jie.”

These words made Lin Meng's conscience ache again.

She was truly too starved for love. If Yun Huaizhu had even one relative who protected her, she wouldn't have begged for Su Yutang's love. But there was no helping it—even after a hundred rounds of physical and emotional torment with Su Yutang, they still reached a perfect HE ending.

In all those years, Su Yutang never found anyone who could replace Yun Huaizhu. And Yun Huaizhu, after suffering so much harm to body and mind, still developed an attachment to Su Yutang.

Even if in the end there wasn't much love left between them—only obsession binding them together—they still lived out their whole lives that way. Actually, in the later plot, they had very sweet moments too. It was just that compared to all the hurt, they were utterly insignificant.

Life was like that. You didn't have to be perfect to be together. It was just that after weathering countless storms, you still felt the two of you were most suited to each other.

Lin Meng knew the story's ending, so she only wanted to avoid the misunderstandings that turned the two against each other—to make their path together a little less difficult.

But she always felt something was off... Why had she recently been either with Su Yutang or alone with Yun Huaizhu?

She had never once seen Yun Huaizhu and Su Yutang—this CP—spend time alone together!

If the CP never met, how was the plot supposed to progress?

At that moment, Lin Meng thought of an important plot point a week away. She looked at Yun Huaizhu as if testing the waters. “Zhuzhu, do you have any banquets to attend recently?”

Hearing this, Yun Huaizhu's eyes instantly lit up. From the time she'd met Lin Meng until now, Lin Meng had never asked her for anything. Was she finally going to be able to satisfy Lin Meng's needs?

Yun Huaizhu's eyes shifted as if she were thinking, then she smiled and nodded. “Indeed. The Su family is holding a charity gala. All the notable figures in Jing City will be there to show support. Although my family is weak now, if I go, I might make some business connections. Then I could finally breathe a little.”

From Yun Huaizhu's words, Lin Meng understood that she had to go.

Seeing Lin Meng look thoughtful but hesitant to speak, Yun Huaizhu smiled and leaned closer. “Does Mengmeng-jie also want to come to the banquet with me? I can bring you in.”

Hearing this, Lin Meng's face lit up with surprise. “Really?”

She'd just been worrying that the Su family's charity gala required an invitation—not something an ordinary person like her could simply walk into. She hadn't expected Yun Huaizhu to hand her a solution just as she was fretting.

Seeing how happy Lin Meng was at the prospect of attending the banquet with her, the bitterness in Yun Huaizhu's heart instantly diminished.

She knew that although Lin Meng was somewhat distant with her, in her heart she was still relatively close.

The reactions of someone who had never loved anyone were just this slow. Lin Meng might not realize it, but she would slowly make this person's body unable to bear being apart from her for even a moment.

Yun Huaizhu slid along Lin Meng's arm and nestled on her lap like a little cat. “It's true. I'll come pick you up on the day of the banquet.”

Hearing this, Lin Meng was ecstatic: wonderful, she didn't even need to hail a cab!

Just as Yun Huaizhu lay on Lin Meng's lap and was about to reach up, the phone in her bag rang at the most inopportune moment.

She immediately opened her eyes, her face betraying the urge to smash the phone in her bag.

Hearing the ringtone—not hers—Lin Meng followed the sound and looked around. When she realized it was coming from Yun Huaizhu's Hermès bag, she gently pushed Yun Huaizhu's arm. “Zhuzhu, is that your phone ringing?”

At this point, Yun Huaizhu could no longer pretend not to hear. She said through gritted teeth, “Yes, I'll go check.”

Suppressing the urge to explode with rage, she got off the bed, dug the phone out of her bag, and looked at the caller ID.

But when she saw who was calling, the already gloomy expression on her face instantly gained a trace of disgust. Not wanting Lin Meng to see the twisted expression that would follow, she quickly grabbed the phone and ran to the bathroom outside the bedroom.

Yun Huaizhu steadied her pounding heart, took a deep breath, and only then pressed the answer button.

When the call connected, a woman's stern voice came through. “Where are you right now?”

Hearing this, Yun Huaizhu quickly replied in a calm tone, “Madam, I'm outside right now. May I ask if there's something important?”

Su Yurong's icy voice came through the receiver. “Miss Yun, since you and I have already reached a deal—and I helped you save your nearly bankrupt company—shouldn't you also be considering the matter you promised me?”

At this, Yun Huaizhu held the phone a little farther away, as if afraid the other end would hear her uncontrollable, angry, rapid breathing. “Sorry... I've been a bit busy recently with company matters. But please rest assured—what I promised you, I will definitely do.”

“Busy? But I heard you left the company today and have no business meetings scheduled. What are you busy with?”

“I...”

Just as Yun Huaizhu was about to say something, Su Yurong impatiently cut her off. “I heard Yutang got drunk at Grace. Now is the perfect opportunity for you to perform. I don't care how busy you are—hurry over there and pick her up.”

Yun Huaizhu gripped the phone tightly. She struggled to maintain her gentle tone, revealing a ferocious smile. “Yes, I understand. I'll go right away.”

“Click—”

Yun Huaizhu hung up in extreme fury. But at the same time, the phone screen she was clutching so tightly was accidentally crushed by her grip.