Chapter Two: How to Sleep at Night
“Fake marriage?”
Liu Xiaoli was taken aback; she hadn’t expected such an answer.
“Marry a local single socialite in name only, and all your problems will be solved.”
Liu Xiaoli shook her head sadly. Marrying a stranger—a foreigner in name only—was something she simply couldn’t bring herself to do.
“Then we’ll just have to wait. Even if I try to arrange it for you, it will take a great deal of time and effort.”
Chen Siyuan shrugged helplessly. He was no god.
“Uncle…”
Hearing the voice, Chen Siyuan turned around and saw Liu Yifei standing behind Liu Xiaoli. A flicker of surprise flashed through his eyes.
Damn, isn’t this the fairy from childhood? She must be Liu Qianmeizi now, though the name still felt odd.
And standing before him was… the fairy’s mother?!
Her taste might be questionable, but she was genuinely beautiful.
Aunt Liu, in her thirties, carried the mature charm of a married woman combined with the youthful beauty of a girl in her twenties...
Damn it!
He had misjudged!
But all was not lost.
“Ahem, little sister, you should call me brother!”
Having recognized the little fairy, Chen Siyuan shamelessly threw himself out there.
Or perhaps, for someone reborn, notions of shame belonged to a previous life.
“Big brother, are you single?”
Liu Yifei cheerfully changed the form of address, her big eyes irresistibly cute as they looked up at Chen Siyuan.
“Of course, brother is definitely still single.”
Without hesitation, Chen Siyuan replied. Though he had been with many women, he was truly single.
“Then are you a socialite around here?”
Liu Yifei asked slyly.
Upon hearing this, both Chen Siyuan and Liu Xiaoli understood her meaning. Their eyes met briefly before quickly looking away in a mixture of shock and secret delight.
Even Chen Siyuan hadn’t expected Liu Yifei to “sell” her own mother so decisively!
He liked it!
“Ms. Liu, maybe there are other options…”
“No, I can marry you in name only!”
Though this was their first meeting, Liu Xiaoli trusted Chen Siyuan. To be trusted by so many Chinese, his character had to be reliable.
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Chen Siyuan had explained clearly: if Liu Yifei was to receive a proper education and he was to have a respectable job, a fake marriage was the only feasible path.
Liu Xiaoli certainly didn’t want to marry a stranger, a foreigner she didn’t know.
But if the fake husband was Chen Siyuan himself, perhaps she could accept it.
Her only worry was whether Chen Siyuan would agree—after all, she was six years older than him.
She was a twice-divorced woman, past her prime, while Chen Siyuan was the epitome of a diamond bachelor.
“Mr. Chen, please help me.”
Liu Xiaoli found it hard to describe her feelings at that moment. She had never imagined she would one day ask someone to marry her in name only.
Naturally, Chen Siyuan didn’t refuse the beautiful woman’s request—otherwise, the opening scene would never have happened.
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“So tired!”
Back at home, Chen Siyuan flopped onto the sofa.
After a moment’s hesitation, Liu Xiaoli came up behind him and began massaging his shoulders.
Quick-witted Liu Yifei rolled her eyes and jumped beside Chen Siyuan to massage his legs.
“Daddy, is that comfortable?”
Having grown up without a father’s love, Liu Yifei seemed to seek what she lacked from Chen Siyuan.
Chen Siyuan sighed in pleasure, “So comfortable, thank you, Qianqian!”
He reached out to pat Liu Yifei’s head, feeling deeply content.
It had been three years since Chen Siyuan mysteriously arrived in this parallel world.
Relying on his photographic memory, he had become a walking encyclopedia of American law.
In just three years, he transformed into a top lawyer in New York, a socialite, and even owned a small villa in the town of Douglaston.
But honestly, Chen Siyuan felt an emptiness inside.
Yet today, that emptiness was somewhat filled.
Looking at the blossoming Liu Yifei and the radiant Liu Xiaoli, a new ambition stirred within him.
Chen Siyuan patted Liu Xiaoli’s hand. “Sister Li, you must be tired too. Wash up and get some rest early.”
Liu Xiaoli stiffened suddenly, a question flashing through her mind: where would they sleep tonight?
Legally, she was now Chen Siyuan’s wife.
But after all, this was a fake marriage…
Chen Siyuan instantly understood Liu Xiaoli’s concern. “Sister Li, you and Qianqian can sleep in the master bedroom. I’ll take the guest room.”
Before Liu Xiaoli could respond, Liu Yifei spoke up, “Daddy, I can sleep alone. I’m not scared!”
Hearing this, Liu Xiaoli’s face flushed deeply.
Chen Siyuan glanced at Liu Yifei with approval.
This little sweetheart was truly considerate.
He was determined to treat her like his own daughter.
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Liu Yifei blinked and quickly rolled off the sofa.
“Daddy, Mommy, I’m going upstairs first! You two should rest early too!”
As Liu Yifei went upstairs, the very air turned subtly charged.
Liu Xiaoli wavered, then said, “I’m going up too.”
Seeing Liu Xiaoli hurriedly retreat to the master bedroom, Chen Siyuan’s lips curved into a smile.
This was becoming more and more interesting.
Chen Siyuan was no greenhorn; the past three years of his struggle in America had been more thrilling than many lifetimes.
He sat smiling on the living room sofa for half an hour before turning off the lights and heading upstairs.
The guest room door was closed—Liu Yifei was indeed a sensible girl.
The master bedroom door was ajar, casting a faint amber glow, but no movement was visible.
Pushing the door open, Chen Siyuan saw someone lying on the large bed.
Her slender figure was not concealed by the thin cover.
“Truly the grace of a dancer—such a figure is remarkable.”
Chen Siyuan traced an imaginary S-shape in the air, silently admiring.
There were plenty of Western beauties with hot figures, some even exaggerated like the Hiltons, but none matched Jack Chen’s taste.
Liu Xiaoli’s presence truly stirred his desires.
Raising an eyebrow, Chen Siyuan took his pajamas from the wardrobe and headed to the bathroom.
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