Chapter 38: Jiang Wanyi’s Work Arrangement

The two returned to the bedroom. Jiang Wanyi lay down on the bed, pulling her clothes up just below her chest, revealing her lower abdomen. Chen Yuan slightly lowered his pants and applied massage oil.

He first placed his hands on her lower abdomen, covering it for a moment, then began to knead toward the center in a rhythmic manner.

Though this sensation couldn’t compare to lactation stimulation, the touch was still quite pleasant.

The entire process lasted twenty minutes.

“Alright, let’s move on to the next step.”

“What should I do?”

“Just lie still. You don’t need to move, but it might hurt a little. Try to bear it.”

“Okay.”

Chen Yuan lifted one of Jiang Wanyi’s legs, bent it at the knee, and gently moved it to the other side.

Her rounded hip shape was accentuated, revealing a faint mark—the edge of her underwear.

“Ah—”

Chen Yuan applied a bit more pressure, and Jiang Wanyi let out a sharp scream.

“Hold on a little longer, or it won’t work.”

“It’s okay. You can use more force—I can handle it.”

Chen Yuan formed a hollow fist and tapped repeatedly on her pelvis, then switched legs and repeated the motion.

As he changed legs, Chen Yuan sneaked a glance at the center, where the outline of her figure was faintly visible.

Who designed yoga pants, anyway?

After about another half hour, these two steps were finished.

“How do you feel?”

Jiang Wanyi stood up and stretched.

“Much better, especially my abdomen—it feels warm all over.”

“That means it’s effective.”

For Jiang Wanyi, this was a postpartum recovery process, but for Chen Yuan, it was a process of demystifying yoga pants.

Not that Jiang Wanyi didn’t look good wearing them; on the contrary, she was very alluring.

But after such close inspection, having seen everything up close, watching others wear them in the future probably wouldn’t stir much reaction.

It’s like if you sleep with Liu Tianxian once, you’d be excited at first, but if it happens every day, the thrill fades.

“The remaining exercises don’t require my help. I can guide you so you can practice at home when you have time.”

“How long until I recover?”

“About one to two months, depending on the intensity and your condition. It might be sooner or later. Just don’t treat it like a task—consider it as regular fitness.”

“Alright.”

Then Chen Yuan taught Jiang Wanyi some other exercises, including Kegel and Pilates...

Jiang Wanyi also used some props she had bought to practice on her own for over half an hour before ending today’s training.

After getting up, she wiped the sweat from her forehead. The endorphins released made her feel relaxed and happy.

“Take off your clothes. I’ll wash them so they’ll be dry by tomorrow,” Jiang Wanyi said kindly, as if it was a trivial matter.

“Ah?”

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“It’s this late already—don’t leave now,” Jiang Wanyi said with a smile.

“You’ve slept here before; why be shy now?”

“Not really.”

“Take them off—I’ll wash them.”

Chen Yuan took off his shirt, and Jiang Wanyi took his clothes to the master bathroom.

“If you want to freshen up, use the bathroom in the living room. I’ve prepared everything for you.”

“Okay.”

Chen Yuan went to the bathroom. After washing up, he returned to the guest room.

There were some notifications on his phone.

Comrade Old Li’s shipment of rice would arrive tomorrow. He also had a theory exam scheduled in the afternoon. He had been studying a lot with Song Jianian lately, so he was confident about the test.

Creak—

After an unknown amount of time, the door creaked open, and Jiang Wanyi stood in the doorway.

She wore a loose nightgown; her hair was still damp, but she didn’t come inside.

Chen Yuan pulled the blanket on himself, a small gesture that made Jiang Wanyi laugh.

“I’m here to get this.”

She came in and picked up Chen Yuan’s pants and socks.

“I’ll wash these now, so they’ll be dry by morning.”

“Thanks, Sister Jiang.”

“No need to be so formal with me.” Jiang Wanyi returned to the door. “What do you want for breakfast tomorrow?”

“Anything, I’m not picky.”

“I’ll just make something simple then.”

“Alright.”

Jiang Wanyi left, turning off the light on her way out.

Chen Yuan scrolled through his phone for a while, chatting briefly with Song Jianian before resting.

Lately, he had been prone to making dry jokes for some reason.

The next morning, he woke up past eight.

Chen Yuan saw his clothes and pants by the door, already dry.

Having someone wash your clothes is one thing; having someone wash your socks is quite another.

Dressed and washed up, he went to the living room.

For breakfast, Jiang Wanyi had cooked seafood noodles, cut some fruit, and placed a glass of milk nearby.

If not for what happened last night, Chen Yuan wouldn’t have distinguished this slightly milky liquid from any other milk.

It could be from a cow or from a human.

If you didn’t taste it, it was Schrödinger’s milk.

But now, it was no longer so ambiguous.

“Eat quickly.”

The two shared a silent understanding. Jiang Wanyi said this and lowered her head to eat her noodles.

Since there were other things to attend to, Chen Yuan didn’t plan to stay long.

After breakfast, Chen Yuan put on his shoes by the door.

“Do you have a ruler at home?”

“What do you want to measure? I’ll get it.” Jiang Wanyi went toward the TV stand.

“To measure my height, see if I’ve grown. If I grow a few centimeters more, maybe I can dunk a basketball.”

“Growing taller?”

Jiang Wanyi didn’t understand at first but realized what he meant after a moment.

“You little brat, always teasing me.”

She playfully hit Chen Yuan on the arm. “Hurry up and go.”

“Okay.”

Chen Yuan left, and Jiang Wanyi tidied her hair and cleared the dishes from the table.

She stretched, revealing a supple waistline, no trace of motherhood—how refreshing.

Ring, ring, ring—

Jiang Wanyi’s phone rang. She answered and put it on speaker, placing it on the dining table while she moved her body in place.

“Teacher Xue.”

“Teacher Jiang, how have you been? Exhausted, I bet?”

“Don’t mention it. I’d almost like to put her back for now. It’s so tiring.”

“Oh no, that makes me scared to have kids.”

“Don’t listen to me. If you’re meant to have children, you should. Though it’s exhausting, the feeling of having a child is different. But you have to have them earlier while you still have the energy and stamina.”

“But with your current condition, you probably can’t come back to teach yet, right?”

“I’ve already informed the leadership. I’ll return next semester. I can’t leave right now.”

“There’s a task from the department—the compilation guidelines for the boutique course. The other teachers’ drafts didn’t satisfy the dean, so it’s going to be tough on you.”

“Alright, send it to me first.”

“Okay. Call me if you have questions.”

“Will do.”

After some casual chatting, Jiang Wanyi hung up.

Returning to her study, she faced a large bookshelf filled with a miscellaneous collection of books.

She opened her computer and saw a new email.

“Compilation Guidelines for Boutique Courses at China Maritime University’s School of Electronic Information and Computer Science”

Reading the email, Jiang Wanyi pressed her forehead with one hand, feeling inexplicably irritated.

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