I Just Started College, How Could I Become a Part-Time Papa?!

Chapter 36: Chapter 36: Jiang Wanyi’s Work Arrangement

They returned to the bedroom. Jiang Wanyi lay on the bed and pulled her shirt up to just below her chest, exposing her lower abdomen. Chen Yuan then pulled her pants down a little and applied the massage oil.

He first warmed her lower abdomen with his hands for a moment, then began rhythmically rubbing toward the center.

While the sensation couldn’t compare to a lactation-inducing massage, it still felt incredible.

The entire process lasted for twenty minutes.

”Alright, on to the next part.”

”What should I do?”

”Just lie still. Don’t move. It might hurt a little, so try to bear it.”

”Okay.”

Chen Yuan took one of Jiang Wanyi’s legs, bent it at the knee, and stretched it across to the other side.

Her rounded butt was accentuated, revealing the faint line of her underwear.

”Aah—”

Chen Yuan applied a little pressure, and Jiang Wanyi cried out.

”Just a little longer. It won’t work otherwise.”

”It’s okay. You can even use a little more force. I can handle it.”

Chen Yuan made a loose fist and repeatedly tapped on her pelvis for a while. Then he switched legs and repeated the movement.

As he switched her legs, Chen Yuan stole a glance and could just make out the contour of her crotch.

’Who the hell invented yoga pants?’

About another half an hour passed before these two exercises were done.

”How do you feel?”

Jiang Wanyi stood up and stretched a little.

”I really do feel a lot better. My stomach especially, it feels so warm.”

”That means it’s working.”

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

It wasn’t that Jiang Wanyi didn’t look good in them. Quite the opposite, she was incredibly alluring.

But after all this, he had basically seen everything there was to see, and all of it up close. He figured that after this, seeing other women in yoga pants wouldn’t have the same effect on him anymore.

It was like if you got to sleep with Liu Tianxian. You’d be thrilled at first, but if you did it every day, you’d eventually lose interest.

”You won’t need my help with the rest of the exercises. I can guide you through them, and you can do them at home whenever you have free time.”

”Okay. How long will it take for me to recover?”

”It’ll take about one to two months. It also depends on the intensity and how you’re feeling. It could be sooner or later. The main thing is not to treat it like a chore, just think of it as part of a daily fitness routine.”

”Okay.”

Afterward, Chen Yuan taught Jiang Wanyi a few other exercises, including Kegels and Pilates.

Jiang Wanyi then used the props she had bought to practice on her own for another half an hour, finally ending her workout for the day.

When she got up, she wiped the sweat from her forehead. The rush of endorphins left her with a pleasant feeling of relaxation.

”Take your shirt off and I’ll wash it for you. It’ll be dry by tomorrow,” Jiang Wanyi said with a gentle, domestic air, as if this were a completely ordinary matter.

”Huh?”

”It’s so late, you should just stay,” Jiang Wanyi said with a smile.

”It’s not like you haven’t slept here before. Why are you suddenly getting all shy?”

”That’s not it.”

”Go on, take it off. I’ll wash it for you.”

Chen Yuan took off his shirt, and Jiang Wanyi took it into the master bathroom.

”You can use the guest bathroom to wash up. I’ve already gotten everything ready for you.”

”Okay.”

Chen Yuan went to the bathroom, and after washing up, he returned to the spare bedroom.

A few notifications had popped up on his phone.

’The rice Comrade Li mailed is arriving tomorrow. I also have my Subject One exam tomorrow afternoon. I’ve studied a lot with Song Jianye these past few days, so a little test like Subject One will be a piece of cake.’

CREAK—

He wasn’t sure how much time had passed when the door creaked open. Jiang Wanyi was standing in the doorway.

She was wearing a loose nightgown and her hair was damp, but she didn’t step inside.

Chen Yuan tugged the blanket up, a small gesture that made Jiang Wanyi chuckle.

”I came for these.”

Stepping inside, Jiang Wanyi picked up Chen Yuan’s pants and socks.

”If I wash them for you now, they’ll be dry by morning.”

”Thank you, Sister Jiang.”

”Don’t be so polite with me,” Jiang Wanyi said, stepping back to the doorway. ”What do you want for breakfast?”

”Anything’s fine. I’m not picky.”

”Then I’ll just whip something up.”

”Okay.”

Jiang Wanyi left, turning off the light as she went.

Chen Yuan scrolled through his phone for a bit and chatted with Song Jianye before going to sleep.

He wasn’t sure why, but he’d taken to telling lame jokes recently.

「The next morning」

It was already past eight when he woke up.

Chen Yuan saw his shirt and pants by the door, completely dry.

’Having someone wash your clothes for you is one thing, but having them wash your socks is a completely different feeling.’

After getting dressed and washing up, he went out to the living room.

For breakfast, Jiang Wanyi had made seafood noodles and cut up some fruit. There was also a glass of milk on the side.

’If not for last night, he wouldn’t be able to tell the origin of this slightly creamy, white milk.’

’It could be from a cow, or it could be from a person.’

’Without taking a sip, it was Schrodinger’s milk.’

’But not anymore.’

”Go on, eat up.”

There was a tacit understanding between them. After saying that, Jiang Wanyi lowered her head and started eating her own noodles.

Chen Yuan had other things to do, so he didn’t plan on staying long.

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

”Do you have a measuring tape?”

”What do you want to measure? I’ll go get it.” Jiang Wanyi walked towards the TV cabinet.

”I want to measure how much I’ve grown. A few more inches and I might be able to dunk.”

”’Grown?’”

Jiang Wanyi was confused for a moment, but after a few seconds, she realized what he was implying.

”You little rascal, getting cheeky with me, are you?”

Jiang Wanyi went over and gave Chen Yuan a light smack. ”Get going.”

”Okay.”

After Chen Yuan left, Jiang Wanyi gathered her hair and cleared the bowls and chopsticks from the table.

She moved around a bit and stretched, revealing a sliver of her soft, full waist. ’It’s so relaxing without the baby around,’ she thought.

RING RING RING—

Jiang Wanyi’s phone rang. She answered, put it on speaker, and set it on the dining table. She remained standing, continuing to stretch her body.

”Teacher Xue.”

”Teacher Jiang, how have you been? You must be exhausted.”

”Don’t even ask. Right now, I wish I could stuff her back inside. It’s exhausting.”

”Oh no, now you’re making me scared to have kids.”

”Don’t listen to me. If you want kids, you should have them. It’s tiring, but having a child is a unique feeling. Just try to have them as early as you can, while you still have the energy and stamina to keep up.”

”But given your current situation, you won’t be able to come back to teach yet, will you?”

”I’ve already spoken with the administration. I’ll be back next semester. I just can’t get away right now.”

”But the school has a project—the compilation guidelines for the premium courses. We need you to take the lead. The dean isn’t satisfied with what the other teachers have produced, so we’ll have to trouble you with it.”

”Alright, send it over and I’ll take a look.”

”Okay. Call me if you have any questions.”

”Okay.”

After a bit more small talk, Jiang Wanyi hung up.

Back in the study, a large bookshelf lined one wall, filled with an eclectic collection of books.

She turned on her computer and found a new email.

Guidelines for the Compilation of Premium Courses for the School of Electronic Information and Computer Science, Zhonghai University of Technology

Looking at the email, Jiang Wanyi pressed a hand to her forehead, feeling a surge of irritation.

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