【Dragon Tattoo】(401-500) Author: wtw1974

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Chapter 401 Mother-in-Law Liu Yali (Part Two)

After ejaculating, his still-erect penis remained deeply embedded in his mother-in-law Liu Yali's flesh. He leaned down and embraced her naked body
, caressing her smooth, delicate skin, kneading her full, white
buttocks and breasts, and kissing her pretty face, all while saying, "Mom, I love you so much..."
His mother-in-law Liu Yali's eyelids drooped, her eyes half-closed, the whites of her eyes blinking, her starry eyes glazed over, immersed in the pleasure of carnal desire.

That afternoon, he slept in his bed with his mother-in-law Liu Yali. When he woke up, it was already
three o'clock . Remembering his appointment with Liu Yan, he realized his mother-in-law Liu Yali had already left. He saw a note on the bedside table,
picked it up, and saw it was written by his mother-in-law Liu Yali.

The note read: "Long'er, I know what we're doing is unfair to Sisi, but Mom really
craves this kind of sex. You know, your dad couldn't have sex when I was in my thirties, and I haven't
had sex for over ten years. I'm a woman, I have desires, needs, and I need orgasms. For years, I've relied on my hands
and sex toys to satisfy my desires, but how can that compare to real sex? Today, you quelled my years of
burning desire , you gave me real sex, you gave me the orgasm I haven't had in years. Give me some
time, let me think some things through, okay? Liu Yali."

Wenlong looked at the note, unsure what to do, but thinking that things would work out
in , he decided to let it go. This kind of thing could only be solved by himself; outsiders couldn't understand or help.

3:30 PM, Zero Point Coffee Shop, the innermost private room with a curtain.

Wenlong put down his coffee, glanced down at the two plane tickets to
Haiqinghua , then looked up at Liu Yan's cold and resolute expression and smiled slightly.

"Sister-in-law is very confident! If the plane tickets aren't refunded, the loss will be huge..."

"No matter how you test me, you have to come to Haiqinghua Island with me," Liu Yan said coldly, resolutely
sitting down opposite Wenlong. This time she wasn't wearing her police uniform. Because the table was low and the sofa was high,
her black dress, which was about 20 centimeters below the knee, inevitably revealed glimpses of her underwear. Her
fair and smooth thighs, encased in flesh-colored stockings, and the bulging crotch of her purple panties were clearly visible to Wenlong
. Liu Yan was preoccupied and completely unaware of her exposure, while Wenlong was stunned, feeling
a surge of heat in his lower abdomen.

"Sister-in-law, you clearly hadn't made up your mind this morning." Swallowing hard, Wenlong quickly sat up straight and said,
secretly bracing himself. "I was thinking of giving you some time to think things through at noon..."

"No need to think!" Liu Yan interrupted decisively, pointing to the plane tickets on the table and pulling out
a credit card, placing it on the table and pushing it in front of Wenlong. "We're leaving the day after tomorrow morning. This is a credit card with a limit of
100,000 , no PIN. You can keep it safe; I'll cover all the expenses."

"Hiss..." Wenlong took a deep breath, a hint of admiration creeping into his heart. "So, sister-in-law, you
've made up your mind?"

"Do I look like I haven't made up my mind yet?"

"But the test hasn't even started..."

"It doesn't matter." Liu Yan said calmly. "From now on, I will unconditionally obey all your
requests. So I'm sure I can pass this so-called test. What I care about now is whether we can
waste time as possible so I can go back and prepare..."

"Unconditional obedience?" Wenlong was taken aback, impressed by Liu Yan's straightforwardness.
His eyes lit up . "Sister-in-law

, are you serious?" "I don't have time or the inclination to joke." Liu Yan straightened up, puffed out her chest, her full
breasts appearing even more prominent under the tight black dress. Her expression remained calm. "I said unconditional
, and that's final. I don't have time to waste here. Get started on your test!"

Wenlong's jaw dropped, his mouth forming an "O." He thought this was too easy. He had thought it would take
a lot of persuasion to get Liu Yan to participate in this prank disguised as a test, but she was even
more impatient than him.

Since that was the case, he had no reason to hesitate. Wenlong made up his mind, thinking that Lu Zhanpeng
couldn't blame . If he hadn't had no feelings for this so-called cousin, Lu Zhanpeng, he wouldn't have taken advantage of the situation and
come up with this mischievous idea to prank his cousin's wife. But now that she was determined, he saw
no need to hold back.

"Alright! Let's begin... To avoid being disturbed, let's first..." Wenlong stood up,
peeked out of the door of the private room, looked around the empty coffee shop, nervously pulled the
curtain , turned back to his seat, paused, and smiled at Liu Yan. "Now we can officially begin.
This pre-contract test for the temporary marriage agreement consists of three rounds. The first round is called 'Tell the Truth.'"

"Three rounds?" Liu Yan looked at his slightly nervous movements and glanced at his face. "What does 'Tell
the Truth' mean ?"

"The specifics are: in this round, I will ask you four questions, and you must answer them truthfully
. If you refuse to answer, or do not answer honestly, you will fail." As Wenlong spoke, he unconsciously
glanced down at the view beneath Liu Yan's slightly open skirt, her snow-white thighs and semi-transparent
purple crotch still visible. "If that happens, it means you are not prepared to pretend to be a married couple, and our
trip the day after tomorrow will be canceled immediately, how about that?"

"This is the first round? There are three rounds in total?" Liu Yan frowned upon hearing this, but having already made up her mind, she
immediately became calm, her expression seemingly carrying a hint of disdain. "Oh? Okay! Ask away..."

"Alright! The first question—" Wenlong glanced sideways at the airtight velvet curtain of the private room, lowered
his voice, and asked cautiously, "Excuse me... what kind of bra are you wearing right now, sister-in-law
?"

"Breasts...bra?" Despite being mentally prepared, Liu Yan hadn't expected Wenlong to be so
direct . She blushed, "This..." "What? Embarrassed to answer? I...I think for married couples, this should be a very normal question ..." Wenlong suddenly felt a cold sweat break out on his forehead, his face showing an embarrassed expression

that said, "I knew this wouldn't work."

"I was just joking... haha! If you're not ready yet, sister-in-law, then let's forget about it...
"

However, to his surprise, Liu Yan didn't get angry or even show any sign of rage. Instead,
she lowered her head shyly.

"Purple, it's purple..." Liu Yan gritted her teeth, squeezing out a few words with shame.
"Is this... okay?" She didn't pay attention to Wenlong's expression. Right now, it seemed
only husband Lu Zhanpeng's safety mattered; everything else suddenly became insignificant. She understood that now she
had no way out and could only move forward without hesitation.

"Yes! Of course!" Wenlong suddenly felt flattered and hurriedly replied. It seemed
there was hope! An unexpected surge of joy welled up inside him. "Oh, it's a purple bra..." He stared
intently at Liu Yan's high, firm breasts, recalling her earlier answer, and decided to continue the risky pursuit. "But
the color alone isn't enough. Could you... could you tell me the style?"

"You... you're such a pain! It's... it's a regular camisole type..." Liu Yan's face showed
slight dissatisfaction , but she wasn't angry. She continued to lower her head, not daring to look at him. "Why do you need to know so many details?"

"Then... is it front-fastening or back-fastening?"

"Back-fastening, of course..."

"Oh... what's the material?" Wenlong pressed.

"Cotton base with silk trim..." "So it's lace?" Wenlong exclaimed. "I didn't expect my sister-in-law to like this kind of bra! It must be very

transparent, right? Can you see her nipples?" "Ah?" Liu Yan was startled and quickly raised her head to explain, "No, no! The trim is lace, but the cups are cotton, not transparent. How could I..." "Oh? What a pity..." Wenlong swallowed hard, Liu Yan's cooperation surprised him greatly. Perhaps she was truly desperate to save her husband! In that case, there was no need for him to hesitate. If it weren't for this chance encounter , he might never have seen such a scene in his entire life. He should seize the moment! Wenlong's gaze was fixed on Liu Yan's chest. Her round, protruding breasts were almost bursting out from under the tight-fitting dress , even the patterns on the bra cups were faintly visible against the smooth black fabric. He gritted his teeth and continued, "So… what's your bra size?" "Bra size?" Liu Yan looked up in surprise, but still blurted out, "It's… a three-quarter cup… " "With a bra like that, can you see cleavage?" Wenlong suddenly wondered. "Huh?" "I mean…" Wenlong's gaze drifted to her neckline, "…" Would my sister-in-law's cleavage be visible when she wore a three-quarter cup bra ? "Because the first button wasn't fastened, Liu Yan's white skin was exceptionally striking against the deep V-neck of her black neckline. At the bottom of the V, the upper edge of her cleavage was already faintly visible," you... this kind of question is so embarrassing... The straightforward Liu Yan was almost speechless with anger. "Hmm? Can you see it?" Wenlong shamelessly moved his face closer to Liu Yan, "I just wanted to see if my sister-in-law was mentally prepared... If, if it's inconvenient, then forget it..." "Of, of course I can see, I can see..." Liu Yan replied helplessly. She really had no way to back down , but she still couldn't help turning her face away, feeling both ashamed and angry. Chapter 402 Sister-in-law Liu Yan "Very good, the first question is over..." Wenlong suddenly stopped the topic, sat up straight, steadied his heartbeat, picked up his coffee cup, took a sip, adjusted his mindset, and pressed a doorbell . "Only, only one question? Didn't you ask a lot..." Liu Yan was a little surprised. "Oh, I forgot to tell you, sister-in-law..." Wenlong shrugged. "The four questions I mentioned refer to four series of questions, each series containing some related sub-questions. Do you understand now?" At this moment, Wenlong had a pretty good grasp of Liu Yan's thoughts and was completely determined to carry this thrilling prank through to the end. Just then, a voice came from outside the private room: "Hello." "Please come in!" Wenlong replied. A young waitress lifted the curtain, carrying a tray, bowed, and entered the private room. She placed another cup of coffee in front of Liu Yan, then respectfully turned and left, closing the curtain again and silently departing. "This is Blue Mountain coffee I ordered for you, sister-in-law... I know you like it..." Wenlong put down his coffee, glanced at Liu Yan who looked uncomfortable, and smiled slightly. "Your answer just now was passable, you a little unaccustomed to your current role... Can we move on to the second question?" "But your questions... seem a bit too many..." Liu Yan frowned. "There are still three major challenges? I don't have that much time..." "I think so too..." Wenlong paused. "How about this, let's do the first two challenges today. If we pass we'll go to Haiqinghua Island the day after tomorrow. We'll talk about the third challenge when we get there... Let's continue quickly!" "Then... okay, ask away!" Liu Yan lowered her head, suppressing her dissatisfaction, and took a sip of her coffee as if to cover it up, but then sat up straight, ready to meet the other party's new topic. As she straightened up, she unintentionally brought her legs together, instantly obscuring the view under her skirt, and Wenlong felt a pang of regret. "The second question of the first round..." Wenlong roused himself, mustered his courage, and turned his gaze back to Liu Yan's chest. "Excuse me, sister-in-law, what do your breasts look like?" "What? You..." Faced with this even more explicit question, Liu Yan looked up in astonishment. "Don't be surprised, sister-in-law. If you want to make our fake marriage act more convincing, this little secret can't remain a secret . Besides, you must get used to not keeping any secrets from me anymore..." Wenlong stared directly at her, his eyes both serious and playful. At this moment, he no longer had any reservations. "Well? Now I want to know, what ..." "You..." Liu Yan's cheeks flushed red, inwardly furious, but restrained by her many concerns. "But I... I don't know how to say it!" "That's true, you don't know how to summarize it either..." Wenlong tilted his head, "Let me ask more specifically ... First, tell me, what's your breast size? What cup size?"

"This..." Liu Yan lowered her head again, biting her lip, her face flushing red and then pale, as if she were
having a fierce internal struggle. Finally, she answered in a low voice, "38...it's 38D..."

"Oh? 38D!?" Wenlong exclaimed with a look of surprise, "I knew your
breasts were full, they must be big! Sure enough! Tsk tsk! 38D!"

"Hey! Keep your voice down..." Liu Yan glanced at the curtain in a panic, afraid that someone would come in uninvited. Fortunately,
she had observed when she entered that there were no other customers in the coffee shop at this time, and the waiters' work
area was quite far from the private rooms, so they wouldn't come unless she rang the bell. Even so, she immediately
lowered her head .

"Then..." Wenlong pressed on impatiently, "What shape are your breasts?"

"Huh? How would I know?" Liu Yan almost burst into tears. "No...you...I...
how am I supposed to describe them?!"

"Oh! It's just the shape! Conical? Hemispherical? Peach-shaped? Or bowl-shaped..."
Wenlong rattled off everything he could think of, his face full of lewdness. "Just a general
shape!"

"Maybe...maybe..." Liu Yan's voice trailed off, her face growing redder. "It's...hemispherical,
I guess..." Recalling her proud breasts in the mirror, a surge of excitement welled up inside her.

"Oh... 38D hemispherical breasts!?" Wenlong's eyes were fixed on Liu Yan's firm breasts,
almost reaching out to grab and squeeze them. "To be able to play with such round and full breasts, Brother Zhanpeng must
feel incredibly good every time, right!?" Once a person decides to be shameless, they will unleash
a level of lewdness that they themselves can hardly imagine. Wenlong was secretly surprised by his own change as soon as he said it, but at this moment he couldn't turn back, he could only continue
his madness.

"No... how could you... I..." The vulgar words made Liu Yan too ashamed to raise her head, her chin
pressed against her chest, and she forgot to make any defense.

"With such round and full breasts, the cleavage must be amazing! I wonder if Brother Zhanpeng knows how to put
his penis into his sister-in-law's cleavage and squeeze it..." Wenlong stared intently at the shadow of the cleavage at the V-neck of Liu Yan's black dress
, his eyes glazed over as he fell into a fantasy. He had completely immersed himself in his new role, an extremely lewd and obscene
role.

"You, you..." The increasingly vulgar words made Liu Yan, who was already ashamed, feel increasingly humiliated, and her eyes
suddenly welled up with tears.

"How enviable! Your breasts are amazing..." After admiring them for a long time, Wenlong
finally came to his senses. "Then... what color are your nipples?"

"Ah..." Liu Yan tightly closed her eyes, suppressing her trembling. Humiliation tears welled up in her
eyes. "Red, red..."

"It really is red!" Wenlong said excitedly. "I knew it. Only bright red, erect nipples could
match your perfectly shaped breasts!"

"Ah!..."

"Such perfect breasts must bounce a lot when you walk, right? Did Zhanpeng get particularly
excited ? For example, when you came out of the bath naked and went to your room to find your underwear? Or when you came home tired after going out
and couldn't wait to take off your dress and bra and walk around the house in high heels?"

"This, how could that be..." Liu Yan said aggrievedly. "Please, don't ask anymore, okay..."

"Oh, okay, then let's leave the second question at that... Didn't you say you were ready? I'm just trying to help
you adapt to your new role in advance!"

"I'm ready, but... your question is too much! I..."

"Alright, this third question will really show whether my sister-in-law is mentally prepared
..." Wenlong ignored Liu Yan's protests, licked his lips and continued to ask, "Excuse me, besides the missionary
position, what is your favorite sexual position?"

"Wh-what!?" Liu Yan was stunned at first, then her face changed drastically, "You... what did you say...
"

"I'm asking what position my sister-in-law likes to use most when making love with Zhanpeng." Wenlong raised an eyebrow
and looked Liu Yan up and down.

"You... you're lewd and shameless!" Liu Yan couldn't help but blurt out, suddenly standing up and
glaring at , "Please respect me, my patience has its limits!"

"Are you angry?" Wenlong suddenly put away his drooling face and
leaned back on the sofa chair with a serious expression. At this moment, he had entered a state of shamelessness, completely at ease. "Didn't you
say you would obey me unconditionally? What, you can't even tolerate a question about sex positions?"

"But...but other people have privacy too! How could you..."

"For a married couple, this kind of thing shouldn't be considered privacy, right?" Wenlong's gaze sharpened.
"If you still cling to these so-called privacy issues in front of me, hesitating and timid, then I will
never go to Haiqinghua Island!"

"Why...why?" Liu Yan was shocked and almost cried as she asked.

"Have you forgotten what I told you?" Wenlong's piercing gaze fixed on Liu Yan's panicked expression.
"Unless we make it real, there's absolutely no way we can fool Phoenix Illusion! This is a matter of life and death; we can't afford to have
the slightest flaw! If we want to escape Phoenix Illusion unscathed, we must completely forget our true identities and
fully immerse ourselves in our new roles! Otherwise..."

"I...I know...Actually, I...I just..." Wenlong's words instantly
extinguished Liu Yan's anger. Liu Yan felt terrified and helpless, as if all her strength had suddenly vanished. She slumped back into the sofa
chair.

"I know you're a determined person; once you've made up your mind, you'll definitely do your best to achieve it." Wenlong let out
a sigh of relief. "So, if you've thought it through, then answer the question from before..."

"But...but..." Liu Yan looked embarrassed and ashamed. "Positions...this...this...
how should I say it?"

"I know it's indeed embarrassing...how about I say it and you choose..." Wenlong quickly
guided her. "Do you prefer the side-entry position with legs apart, the riding position, the doggy style, or..."

"Ah? This..." Liu Yan's face flushed, and she felt her heart start racing.

"Or some other positions, like those difficult ones, like 'Soaring Kite,' 'Monkey Climbing a Tree,' 'Italian
Chandelier'..."

"No, no, no!" Liu Yan blushed and quickly stopped herself. "I wouldn't do that... It was what I said
earlier ..." Before she could finish speaking, she felt her face burning hot, and her heart pounding wildly.
Oh my god! Why did she say something so embarrassing?

Chapter 403 Liu Yan (Part 2)

"Oh, what position were you talking about earlier?" Wenlong pressed on, licking his lips and eagerly bringing his face
closer . "Side-to-side entry with legs apart?"

"No, no!" Liu Yan shook her head vigorously.

"Then... riding?"

Liu Yan continued to shake her head.

"Could it be... doggy style!?" Wenlong's eyes widened as he continued to press.

"This... I..." Liu Yan hesitated and lowered her head shyly, without shaking her head.

"Is it really doggy style?!" Wenlong exclaimed incredulously. "So, sister-in-law actually likes
the position of slapping her buttocks and having someone repeatedly penetrate her from behind?!"

"Ah... I, I..." Liu Yan was so ashamed that she wanted to disappear into a hole in the ground.

"It seems that sister-in-law is extremely confident and satisfied with her buttocks! No wonder
you always like to wiggle your buttocks when you walk in a dress, short skirt and high heels. Every man who sees that would have the urge to masturbate!" Wenlong
looked at the ceiling in amazement, as if imagining Liu Yan's naked body. "To stick out your proud,
snow-white, round buttocks and let others thrust and ravage them, that must be an indescribable stimulation!
So sister-in-law actually likes that feeling..."

"No! No! I didn't..."

"When playing doggy style with Brother Zhanpeng, does sister-in-law usually stand or kneel?" Wenlong ignored Liu
Yan's protests and continued to ask.

"Ah...you, what did you say?"

"I'm asking, under what circumstances do you usually play the butt-raised doggy style?" Wenlong became more and more excited as he spoke,
his face flushing. "Does your wife usually like to kneel on the bed and let Zhanpeng violate her buttocks from behind, or
do you prefer to stand in front of the bed or by the window, bend over, and stick your buttocks out?"

"Of course, on the bed...how could I do it anywhere else..." Liu Yan argued, secretly
surprised she would say such a thing in front of others.

"Is this position something you initiated, or did Zhanpeng ask you to?"

"Of course it was him...how could I possibly do this embarrassing position..." As soon as the words left her mouth, Liu Yan realized
that the more she explained, the more embarrassing it became.

"To be able to aim his penis at such a round, white, perfect ass, Zhanpeng is truly blessed!"
Wenlong continued his lewd fantasies. "But with his abilities, he probably won't be able to hold back his ejaculation before he even penetrates her, right?
Maybe he won't even find the opening, and his glans will just touch her buttocks before he ejaculates?"

"H-how could that be? No, he..." Liu Yan's words were on the tip of her tongue when she suddenly realized that she
could never say such a thing.

"No? Then he's really lucky..." Wenlong seemed a little unbalanced, but said helplessly,
"But he definitely doesn't know the essence of this position! Did Zhanpeng deliberately stop after penetrating, letting
his sister-in-law push her buttocks back herself?"

"Waaah..." Liu Yan nodded while sobbing, then shook her head desperately. She was trembling all over in a
frenzy.

"Did Zhanpeng thrust into your sister-in-law's buttocks while making her, who was kneeling, twist
her upper body to kiss him? And then put his hand on her chest, feeling her breasts pounding sadly?" Wenlong's
words were almost insane.

"No! Don't say it! I, I..." Liu Yan covered her face with her hands, almost collapsing.

Wenlong continued to press, "Did Zhanpeng make your sister-in-law wear a police uniform skirt, a triangle shape with a narrow waist,
peony pattern, and a hollowed-out crotch, such lace panties, while holding your sister-in-law's police uniform skirt with one hand, admiring
your sister-in-law's fair and slender thighs like fresh lotus roots, and the clump of pubic hair that was faintly visible in the crotch of her panties, and finally
make your sister-in-law stick out her plump and round buttocks, and then thrust into her from behind, all the way to the bottom,
ejaculating into your sister-in-law's uterus..."

"No! No! Don't say it anymore! I..." Liu Yan painfully covered her head with her hands, slumping
weakly against the back of the sofa chair.

"Actually, this question is pretty boring... What does Zhanpeng and his wife's bedroom affair have to do with me?
It's a waste of time, let's just stop here!" Wenlong said casually, as if he had suddenly lost
all interest in the matter. "The first test is over, and your wife passed it so-so... Didn't your wife want to have more
time? Then let's be more efficient and quickly move on to the second test, what do you think?"

"Huh?" Liu Yan, still covered in cold sweat, hadn't recovered from the previous exchange, her heart still pounding
. "Oh, oh... Well, okay then..."

"The second test is called 'Practice Makes Perfect'." Wenlong dropped his cold expression and put on a
lecherous look again. He knew that the last question had clearly hit Liu Yan's weak spot.
Even if he pressed her with all his might, he probably wouldn't get any answers. Although he didn't get a clear answer,
the effect was better, the intimidation was greater, and Liu Yan's composure was now completely thrown off balance. Things would get
easier from here on out.

"Practice what you preach?"

"That's right! That was a question and answer session, now it's action." Wenlong squinted at Liu Yan's gradually reddening
cheeks and heaving chest, already feeling victory was within his grasp.

"Action?" Liu Yan's eyes widened upon hearing this, wondering what he was up to.

"In this round, I'll ask you to do a few things, corresponding to the previous questions. Of course,
the order might change. The purpose is to prove whether your answers were true."
Wenlong chuckled. "As for how you prove it, I don't care. Just prove the questions with your actions
..."

"Prove it? You..."

"So, the first thing you need to do is prove the first question..." Wenlong
licked his lips and grinned mischievously. "The first thing you need to do is prove that the bra you're wearing now is purple lace
..."

"But how do I prove that?" Liu Yan, who had just recovered from her panic, was bewildered.

"It's simple, take off your outer clothes and let me see."

"W-what!?" Liu Yan exclaimed in surprise. "Here, here? How can this be…"

"Don't worry, this private room is very secluded, and the curtains are completely sealed. No one outside will know
what's going on inside." Wenlong gestured towards the outside of the room. "The waiters here are very professional. They won't
come in ."

"But, but…"

"Didn't you say you were fully prepared? Why are you hesitating now? This is just to prove your answer
earlier ." Wenlong spread his hands. "This shouldn't be difficult… We're going to be playing husband and wife
. Unbuttoning a few buttons and letting me see your bra is a basic requirement, right? If you can't even do this,
then our trip to Haiqinghua Island might be a one-way trip."

"I, I…" Liu Yan lowered her head and frantically tugged at the hem of her clothes.

"Looks like you haven't sorted out your mindset yet..." Wenlong's eyes sharpened, and he shook his head. "I'm
wasting my time..."

"No, no..." Liu Yan lowered her head even further, her voice barely audible.

"Let's just forget it... I... I don't want to watch them both go to their deaths." Wenlong slapped his thigh,
stood up from the sofa, and let out a long sigh. "I hope Zhanpeng is lucky. He's fallen into a terrible trap set by the underworld;
he can only pray for good fortune..." With that, he turned to leave.

"Please wait!" Liu Yan stood up anxiously, took two steps to him, and grabbed his arm.
"Don't go! I... I'll prove everything to you!"

"Oh?" Wenlong immediately stopped, slowly turned around, and stared intently at her.

"I'll undo..." Liu Yan's eyes were filled with tears. She slumped back against the wooden
wall of the private room, turned her head away, and with trembling, delicate white fingers, slowly unbuttoned the gold butterfly clasp on her black
dress .

With just one clasp, the deep V-neckline was wide open,
revealing the lace trim of her purple bra, the upper part of her fair, full breasts, and the deep cleavage. Wen Long's Adam's apple bobbed, and he sighed inwardly. It turned out that the difference between
beauty and eroticism was just one button;
the distance between elegant intellectual beauty and sorrowful nudity was only five centimeters!

When Liu Yan's trembling fingers unbuttoned the second button, her breasts were already half-exposed. Most of
the cups of her purple bra were visible, her snow-white, full breasts almost bursting out of the bra's confinement.

As soon as the third button was undone, Liu Yan's full breasts, tightly bound by her purple bra,
bounced out like rabbits, swaying and trembling a few times, making one worry that they
might .

"Very good... Sister-in-law, there's one more button, take your time..." Wenlong stood face to face with Liu Yan,
enjoying the humiliating yet graceful movements up close, feeling incredibly aroused. He leaned
forward , his eyes wide with excitement as he looked at Liu Yan's exposed breasts, "This purple bra truly matches your
fair skin and black dress!"

"Waaah..." Liu Yan closed her eyes in shame and indignation, tears of humiliation welling up in her eyes, her hands trembling so
much that she couldn't unbutton the last button of her blouse.

Wenlong's burning gaze swept over Liu Yan's high, firm breasts, noticing that her snow-white, rounded peaks were
rising and falling under the restraint of her purple bra, the shape of her nipples vaguely visible. He couldn't help but feel a surge of lust, his initial mischievous
intentions instantly vanished, replaced by a burning desire.

"Sister-in-law, seeing how troubled you are, let me help you..." Wenlong trembled as he leaned closer
to Liu Yan, his heaving chest almost pressed against the young woman's high, firm breasts. His left arm encircled her slender waist, while his right hand reached
for her chest, roughly grabbing her bra and pulling it out. Two snow-white breasts and rosy nipples were now clearly
visible before him.

Chapter 304 Liu Yan (Part 3)

"Ah..." Feeling a cool sensation on her chest, Liu Yan hurriedly opened her eyes, discovering that her pair of round,
firm breasts had broken free of the bra's restraint, naked and trembling before Wenlong's eyes.

"It seems my sister-in-law was telling the truth, these breasts, these nipples..." Wenlong's eyes gleamed, and he swallowed
hard .

"No, don't look..." Liu Yan, already panicked, was startled and tried to cover her
chest with her hands in terror, but she found it impossible to do so, as Wenlong had already pinned
her hands firmly to the wall.

"Sister-in-law, this is the final test for today, a test that concerns the lives of many people..." Wenlong
whispered in her ear. Just those words made Liu Yan feel as if all her strength had vanished. "You
haven't lied so far, the style of the underwear, the shape of the breasts, are completely true... Let's hurry up and
continue the verification, shall we?" Feeling that Liu Yan had stopped struggling, Wenlong released her hands with relief, freeing his hand to
unbutton the last button of her blouse and gently remove her dress.

Her breasts were already standing naked in front of him, and removing the practically useless dress was meaningless for Liu
Yan to resist. A black dress blouse slowly slipped off her snow-white shoulders,
silently landing at the young woman's feet, covering the purple lace bra on the ground.

"Ah..." Liu Yan cried out in shame and fear. She was completely lost, even forgetting
the symbolic act of covering herself, leaving her high, firm breasts exposed and exposed before him, a pathetic display of
the mature and fiery aura of a married woman.

But her cry lasted less than a second, as her mouth was firmly
sealed by Wenlong's large mouth. At the same time, her full, firm breasts were grabbed roughly by his large hands, the round
, full orbs changing shape under the frantic kneading.

"Ugh! Ugh!" Attacked in her most sensitive area, Liu Yan instinctively twisted and struggled, her lips, occupied by him
, desperately trying to resist, but she couldn't escape her predicament. She had
lost her way, lost her courage, and her struggles grew weaker and weaker. Under unprecedented stimulation and provocation, Liu Yan
felt strange changes slowly taking place in her body, becoming increasingly sensitive and hot.
While experiencing surprise and fear regarding these changes, a long-suppressed, mysterious feeling seemed to
be gradually awakening within her…

As her burning desire surged, a cool sensation came from her lower body—
It turned out that her black, straight-cut mini-skirt had also been untied by him, sliding down to her ankles and disappearing beneath her white high heels.
Wenlong, having somehow freed his right hand, skillfully unbuttoned the skirt, then stretched out his large hand and
began kneading Liu Yan's round, protruding buttocks through her underwear.

"Mmm!" Her breasts and buttocks were simultaneously subjected to the man's deadly stimulation, while her lips were
firmly . Besides writhing her swaying, intoxicated body with a fiery, frenzied passion, Liu Yan could only
manage a soft, excited sound in her throat.

After the young woman's bright red nipples sadly pointed upwards, Wenlong's left hand, as if temporarily finishing with Liu Yan's
upper body , reached down and joined in the ravaging of her buttocks. As her two fair, plump buttocks were
repeatedly kneaded and squeezed by his demonic hands, Liu Yan felt a hot and wet sensation gradually welling up deep within her,
her mind going completely blank.

Just then, a melodious and clear tune suddenly rang out beside her!

Liu Yan jolted awake, as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over her in a nightmare, instantly
jolting her back to reality from her magical dream. She shoved Wenlong away abruptly, screamed, crossed her arms, bent
her knees , and squatted on the ground in extreme shame.

Wenlong, as if jolted awake from a lewd dream, stood there stunned for a few seconds, then shook his head
incredulously , both surprised by his own actions and embarrassed, turning away
from Liu Yan.

The clear music continued, and Wenlong finally came to his senses; it was his phone ringing. Damn it!

What the hell was the timing!

"Hello..." Wenlong pulled his phone out of his pocket and answered the call absentmindedly.

"Hello, Young Master Long..." A shrill, cold laugh came from the receiver.

"Y-you are...?" Wenlong was startled, feeling the voice was somewhat familiar.

"What? You can't even recognize my voice? What a waste of all our
open and covert rivalry !"

"You...you're Brother Yuan Fang!?" Hearing this signature sarcasm, Wenlong recognized the other person.
"Hmph! What do you want?" Yuan Fang's call completely snapped Wenlong out of his previous romantic reverie.

"Don't be so fierce, Brother Wenlong! Although we're rivals in love, we're not mortal
enemies who hate each other to the bone. After all, I used to be your father's subordinate, and we've had a brotherly relationship for many years. A
polite greeting acceptable, isn't it? Hehe..." The other person chuckled dryly.

"I have nothing to say to you! Even if I did, I wouldn't want to!" Wenlong wanted to hang up the phone because
he felt nauseous whenever he heard Yuan Fang's voice. Yuan Fang had changed so much compared to before;
he had become strange and sneaky, always seeming to be doing something shady.

"So angry? Are you upset that I interrupted your good time with Liu Yan?" Yuan Fang on the other end of the phone didn't
seem worried about him wanting to hang up, and said this casually.

Wenlong was about to press the red stop button when he heard this and was suddenly startled. What? Did the other party know about
his meeting with Liu Yan today? How could that be? He turned his head to look at Liu Yan, who was still squatting to the side in a daze, and then looked
up at the curtain at the door of the private room, which was still tightly closed. He was horrified.

"I'm really sorry to have disturbed you, hehe..." Yuan Fang continued with a dry laugh, "I know you two
are very busy. If we don't make things easier, you'll be too busy."

"You...where are you!?" Wenlong calmed his racing heart and tried his best to calm himself down.
While desperately searching for a way to deal with the situation, he asked in a deep voice.

"Where I am is not important. What's important is that I know where you are, hehehe..."

"You, you know where I am? What do you want?" Wenlong tried his best to control his emotions.

"Don't get me wrong, although I hate you to the core, I don't want to ruin your and Liu Yan's dream,
really , not for now..." Yuan Fang replied sarcastically on the other end of the phone.

"Spit it out!" Wenlong's forehead was covered in cold sweat, but he didn't show it.

"I'm calling you today for only one purpose, and that is to formally declare war on you." Unexpectedly, Yuan Fang
didn't dwell on the previous topic.

"Declare war?" Wenlong was taken aback by the change in tone.

"Yes, declare war. Losing to you in pursuing Han Bing hurt my pride. You should at least give me a chance
to get my revenge, right? Hehe..."

"Hmph! Sorry, I'm not interested. I don't have time to listen to a mad dog barking..." Wenlong
scoffed , feeling a little guilty about his current situation, and decided to hang up the phone quickly.

"No, I believe you'll be interested this time. Because my target is your female classmate's girlfriend
Yang Xue'er's mother, Yang Liwu's wife—Su Xiu'e!" Yuan Fang continued with a smile, "I'm going to
snatch your future mother-in-law away..."

"Huh? You, what did you say?" Wenlong was stunned again, doubting his ears.

"Su Xiu'e will definitely become my woman, I will definitely defeat you! This time I will make you kneel
before me and admit defeat completely! That's why I'm here with you today."

"Are you out of your mind?" Wenlong sneered, the tension from before instantly dissipating.

"For you, this is indeed very funny. I know Su Xiu'e is Yang Liwu's wife, and I know this
female teacher is of noble character, chaste and virtuous, and I know that in your eyes I have become a treacherous
, cunning, and disgusting villain. But..." Yuan Fang changed the subject, "That doesn't matter at all, because
Su Xiu'e will definitely become my woman."

"I don't want to talk to a madman!" Wenlong said coldly.

"Not a girlfriend, but a woman. Your future mother-in-law, Su Xiu'e, will definitely become my woman!
A woman !" Yuan Fang emphasized, as if all the humiliation he had endured was contained in his words. "At that
time, when your little girlfriend Yang Xue'er's mother, Su Xiu'e, walks arrogantly into my bedroom, she will be completely naked except
for those expensive gum high heels and black checkered stockings . Although her steps will be haughty, and her eyes will certainly be filled with anger and contempt, she will have no choice but to sway her round, white buttocks with infinite charm, and sadly walk with her unique ladylike gait towards my bed, letting her 38C peach-shaped breasts tremble and bounce... Hehehehehe!"

"Shut up! You fucking want to die!" Wenlong roared into the phone in a rage, "If you keep spewing
such vulgarities, I'll break your legs!" With that, he slammed the phone down.

Liu Yan, who was squatting nearby, watched Wenlong's anger with astonishment, involuntarily standing up.
Her arms, which had been crossed over her chest, unconsciously loosened, leaving her large, white breasts proudly displayed
before Wenlong.

Just as he hung up on Yuan Fang, another call came in. Seeing it was Chen Beibei
, Wenlong calmed down and answered. Chen Beibei said the sun had risen in the west; her
mother had called and wanted them to come over for dinner that night. She had finally beaten her mother; she was on her way back to the city and would be
at the head office soon.

Chapter 305 Mother-in-Law He Saifei

Since Wenlong was going home with Beibei to meet her mother, he lost interest in teasing Liu Yan. He gently
helped her put on her clothes, tidied her up, and let her leave first. He couldn't betray her after making the appointment the day after tomorrow.
Even a police captain is a woman; a woman searching for her husband is helpless enough! Since she needed his help, despite the jokes,
how stand idly by and let a woman risk her life?

Yesterday, Wenlong had advised Beibei not to argue with her mother. Perhaps Beibei's behavior was more about
showing she was grown up, capable of making her own decisions, and didn't need her mother's concern. But seeing
the mother and daughter ignoring each other, when would this drag on? Even if it did, who would
benefit ?

A lose-lose situation was inevitable. He had considered acting as a peacemaker and going to see his mother-in-law himself, but did he have the ability
? What would he say?

Explain? Beg? She hadn't done anything wrong; what was there to explain or beg for? Who does he think he is? Why
is he meddling in a mother-daughter affair? Is he the son-in-law? Whose son-in-law? Does she even approve of him? And whether she even wants to see him
is another question. So, the idea of him acting as a peacemaker is out of the question. Just
when things were at a stalemate, and he was deeply troubled, things suddenly took a turn for the better. Today, his mother-in-law called, inviting her daughter and future son-in-law home
for dinner . It seems a mother's heart is soft; she can't bear to see her daughter become strangers. Such is the heart of a parent!

Upon receiving the news, Wenlong was both overjoyed and worried. Overjoyed that the crisis
was about to didn't give him a clear glimmer of hope. But he still actively prepared; even if there was only a sliver of hope,
he couldn't let it slip away. Success always favors the prepared.

In the height of summer, the weather is unpredictable, constantly shifting between sunshine and rain. The sky cast a gray haze, turning
everything into its favorite color. Fine rain, like dust, slowly settled in the mist, and the soil, as if possessed,
clung to anything that dared to approach it, refusing to let go.

Before leaving, he specifically checked the almanac, which stated: "Avoid visiting relatives and friends." Although he wasn't superstitious, he was still somewhat
uneasy because what he was about to do was extremely important, and he couldn't afford to make any mistakes. Meeting his mother-in-law should normally be
a happy and relaxing experience, but this time, he couldn't feel relaxed at all. He was
a little excited, but mostly nervous and worried. He didn't know what awaited him. From
Beibei's usual descriptions, he could roughly guess what kind of person her mother was; this woman was not easy to deal with.

Chen Beibei rushed back from the Xiangshui Village resort construction site early and got into Wenlong's car. He kept trying
to make conversation to hide his inner turmoil. Beibei had already figured out his thoughts and teased, "Scared?
My mom isn't a tiger; she can't eat you!"

Compared to him, Beibei seemed confident and unfazed. Did she already have a comprehensive
plan? Or was it because her opponent was her mother, and they knew each other well, so there was no need to worry unnecessarily? Or perhaps she was
actually just as calm as he was, her composure merely a facade to appease him?

In any case, her performance was far superior to his. He chuckled awkwardly, "No way... do you think your mom
won't like me?" A stern, sinister face immediately flashed through his mind, making him involuntarily shudder.

Beibei laughed, "Look at you, so cowardly! Don't worry, she's completely surrendered." Though she said this,
it was clear her confidence wasn't entirely unwavering; perhaps she wasn't entirely sure about the upcoming contest.
After a moment's thought, she added, "However, when you see her later, you absolutely cannot appear timid or hesitant. She
hates people like that."

Wenlong agreed verbally, but his mind was racing, trying to figure out how to smoothly navigate this crucial test.

The elevator ascended floor by floor, 33, 34, 35... As it approached the 37th floor, his
heart pounded, his expression betraying his anxiety. Beibei muttered under her breath, "Coward! Was all that bravado just an act
? Don't mess up when you see my mom, or she'll look down on you!" He didn't reply, still
preoccupied with his own plans.

Finally, they reached the door. Beibei straightened herself, tugged at his collar, and reiterated, "Remember,
don't mess up, understand?"

Then she pressed the doorbell. A moment later, the sound of slippers clicking on the door echoed, and then it opened.
A beautiful woman who looked to be in her forties stood inside. She had a clear, bright face, delicate features
, and light makeup. Her long hair was styled in a bun, and she wore a short-sleeved t-shirt and cropped jeans—simple yet elegant. This was Beibei's mother, his
mother-in-law, the renowned lawyer, Ms. He Saifei.

Although he had seen her photos more than once, Wenlong was still amazed by her beauty. She seemed to be a
carbon copy of Beibei, and even surpassed her in terms of temperament. He could strongly sense a mature
and elegant charm emanating from her, a stark contrast to Beibei's youthful vigor. Considering that Beibei's older sister, Chen Yi,
was already in her early thirties, and calculating her mother's age, Wenlong was even more astonished and
speechless .

Beibei smiled sweetly and hurriedly introduced him to her mother, "Mom, this is Wenlong."

He immediately straightened his back and blurted out, "Auntie... Aunt... Mom... Hello..." He hastily
bowed to his mother-in-law. Beibei nearly fainted with anger; all her previous efforts had been wasted. She pinched him
hard . He was in so much pain that tears almost streamed down his face, but he dared not show it, only forcing a smile.

His mother-in-law smiled slightly, stepped aside to let him into the house, and said, "Come in, don't just stand there." Her lips parted slightly,
revealing two rows of pearly white teeth.

Entering the hall, a fresh and elegant fragrance greeted him, easing his tension somewhat. Living Room
The layout was orderly and the decoration was relatively simple. The walls and ceiling were off-white, with a few paintings hanging on the walls. The hardwood
floors were spotless, and the mint-colored fabric sofa, though somewhat worn, was clean and tidy. A
beautifully patterned wool rug lay under the sofa and the solid wood coffee table. Several potted green plants were placed in the corners.
There were few decorations, placed on either side of the TV wall, and a treadmill between the two windows. The living room, dining room, and kitchen
were unobstructed, making the space spacious and bright. To the right was a corridor connecting the living room and the master and secondary bedrooms. The overall
style of the home was understated and elegant, but slightly worn, suggesting the owner didn't intend to live there long-term and therefore hadn't
renovated .

"What are you all standing there for? Sit down. The house is a bit simple, please don't feel awkward," my mother-in-law invited them to sit down, but she
was clearly speaking mainly to him.

Wenlong hurriedly replied, "Not at all, not at all, it's quite nice, quite nice, hehe."

Seeing that he was about to make a fool of himself again, Beibei glared at him and quickly smoothed things over for him, "Mom, it's his first time meeting you,
he's a little nervous, please

don't take offense." His mother-in-law remained smiling and silent. After everyone sat down and exchanged some pleasantries, his mother-in-law took out a tea canister and handed it to
her daughter, "Beibei, go get some tea, we're out of tea."

Beibei took the tea canister, got up, and went to the inner room. She understood that her mother had deliberately sent her away so she could do
some "interrogation," and before leaving, she glared at him again, the unspoken message being: Hold on, don't give up!

Sure enough, as soon as Beibei left, her mother-in-law began to question him. In reality, it was nothing more than some
mundane family matters, such as how many people were in the family, what they did, and how they were doing—trivial things like that. Beibei had already
reported , so asking these questions now seemed like a routine. But even so, he didn't dare to be negligent and answered
each question carefully. When Wenlong mentioned his parents, he deliberately said his mother's name first. When He Saifei learned that his mother was
Bai Suzhen , she was clearly surprised, her beautiful eyes flickering.
Then she realized that the young man's father must be Lu Chunfeng. After that, she stopped talking and stared at him intently, making him
feel uneasy and anxious, wondering if he had answered something wrong or done something inappropriate
.

Wenlong didn't dare to breathe, sitting upright on the sofa, avoiding her gaze. She didn't
ask, and he didn't answer, just waiting it out. Time passed second by second, and the atmosphere in the living room became extremely awkward. To
make matters worse, Beibei was doing something, taking so long to get tea leaves. Didn't she know that her
husband was suffering and desperately needed her help?

He Saifei sized up the young man in front of her. She knew that staring at others was impolite, but this was no
ordinary person . She wanted this effect, to see how he would react. The result disappointed her. Aside from
nervousness seemed incapable of anything else. Was this her future son-in-law? What was so good about him? Was he worth
Beibei's willingness to risk a falling out with her mother?

However, although her younger daughter was inexperienced, she wasn't naive; she must have
her reasons for doing so. He Saifei's thoughts raced, her eyes sharp, hoping to find some
convincing reason from this young man. Her younger daughter's carefully chosen boyfriend must have something special about him,
she thought. Hmm, not bad looking, handsome and dashing, with defined features, and his clothes and manners were quite appropriate. He seemed like
the kind of boy women would like. Although a bit reserved, that was understandable for a first meeting with his future mother-in-law.
His temperament was also acceptable; not outstanding, but probably above average for a boy his age. Although somewhat
reserved, the occasional glint in his eyes revealed a unique aura about this young man
—after all, he was from a wealthy family!

The only problem is that he's a bit too young, not quite a match for Beibei. But being younger isn't necessarily a bad thing. A younger
husband and older wife is far better than an older husband and younger wife. Besides, most young men these days prefer women older than themselves,
even May-December romances. Boys' desires are always stronger than those of middle-aged men. So, boys
often need mature women to satisfy them, while middle-aged men can only find young or even teenage girls
to play along with .

Chapter 306 He Saifei (Part 2)

Perhaps it was a case of loving the house because of the dog, He Saifei tried to interpret everything she saw and thought of as a good thing, but after
looking and thinking for a long time, she still felt that she wasn't completely satisfied. She herself couldn't say whether she wasn't
completely satisfied with him, or because she was not completely satisfied after learning that his mother was Bai Suzhen. But then again,
what can you see just by looking at the surface? It's all just her own imagination. Why not try to test him and
see how he reacts? How should she test him? Thinking, thinking, I've got it! Give him a tap! Yes, like this…
Having made up her mind, a barely perceptible cunning glint flashed across He Saifei's face.

At the same time, Wenlong secretly took several deep breaths, his mind racing, trying to find a way to break this deadly
situation. His mother-in-law spoke again: "You… how old are you this year?" Her tone was still gentle, but a hint of
menace . His heart skipped a beat; it was exactly what he feared—she was most afraid of using his age as leverage.

He coughed awkwardly twice, taking the opportunity to relieve the pressure. Seeing this, she seemed to have caught him red-handed and immediately seized
the opportunity: "What's wrong? Are you sick? Oh dear, you're so young and your body is so weak. How can you be sick all the time? Doesn't this always
make Beibei worry?"

He almost fainted. When had he ever been weak and sick all the time? Before he could even catch his breath,
she added fuel to the fire, continuing her "concern" about his health: "You need to exercise regularly. It's okay to be young,
it's okay to be thin, the key is to be healthy and strong. A silly boy like you can only sleep on a cold bed because he's got a strong constitution. By the way, I know an old
traditional Chinese medicine doctor, I'll go to him sometime to get some medicine to regulate your body."

Wenlong's face flushed red and then paled. As a man, he hated it most when people said he was weak, especially since it wasn't
true. Seeing that he was practically glowing with heat from her words, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration. Oh no, Beibei told me
to hold on! How could I be so weak, unable to withstand even a few punches and kicks! He casually
glanced at her face, her expression a half-smile. He was startled. What was she trying to do? What did she mean by saying that? Was she trying to provoke him
? Oh, oh, so she's dug a well for me, waiting for me to jump in, then throwing in a few
big rocks, isn't she? Damn it, I almost fell for her trick! What a cunning woman! Heh heh, you didn't even bother to find out
who we are! You dig a well, I'll dig a pit, let's see who's more cunning!

He coughed a few more times, louder than before, and said, "Yes, yes, Mom, you're right. I should really start
exercising . I used to be able to eat a pound of meat in one meal without a problem, and I could do a hundred or so push-ups in one go. But
now that I'm getting older, my body isn't what it used to be. These past few days, with the change in weather, my old bronchitis
has flared up again. When I get to Beibei's age, I guess I won't be able to breathe properly." He thought to himself, "You're trying to
provoke , aren't you? I'll not let you succeed! You want to put me down? Fine, I'll just stick my face out
here. You can hit whichever way you want, however you want, and see who Beibei sides with in the end." With that thought, his previously
tense mood underwent a complete 180-degree turn, and he became calm and composed.

He was slightly surprised by his own quick wit and couldn't help but feel a little smug. He then asked,
"The old Chinese medicine doctor you mentioned is..." Just as he was secretly admiring his own cleverness and about to press for
details about Beibei returned with a smile, holding tea leaves.

Beibei, who had been eavesdropping for a long time, couldn't help but feel worried upon seeing this scene. She thought to herself, "Mom is really something. She
pulls this stunt on her first meeting with her future son-in-law. Doesn't she think about her daughter? After all,
he's the person my daughter carefully chose. Once my daughter is with him, he's no longer an outsider. Is this necessary?" It seemed her
mother was still holding a grudge about what happened a few days ago and wanted to vent her anger. Sigh! Let her vent. I was also wrong. I was
too selfish, only thinking of myself and not considering my mother's feelings. It's understandable that she's angry; after all, I
'm her daughter! But this can't go on like this. Originally, I was hoping to use this opportunity to get
closer to my mother and clear up any misunderstandings. Who would have thought it would turn out like this, with hidden tensions?
My mother is so shrewd; even if my foolish husband can weather the storm, he won't escape it forever. He might do something
embarrassing, which would be a real problem. Besides, what if Wenlong doesn't take the bait, provoking his stubborn temper and
things get really tense? What should I do? No, I have to step in and save the day.

Beibei's timely appearance greatly relieved Wenlong. Although it was still
unclear , he was still grateful to her. After all, she was his mother-in-law, an elder. It wasn't
his intention to embarrass her. What was he here for? To salvage a family relationship? To draw a "knife" after only a few words
—how ridiculous! So when Beibei appeared at the crucial moment, he grasped at her like a lifeline,
thinking he couldn't let her go any longer.

Beibei, while making tea, said, "What are you chatting about? It's so lively." She made two cups, one for her mother and one for her lover.

He Saifei, seeing her scheme fail and she'd been rebuffed, felt a little disappointed. But who was she?
How could she give up so easily? She quickly regained her composure and began planning her next move. She thought, "My daughter's
involved ; I have to be careful. This girl isn't so easy to deal with." Hearing her daughter's words, she decided
to go along with it. So she smiled and said, "It's nothing, just ordinary things." After a moment's thought, another plan came
to her. She picked up her teacup, took a sip, glanced at him, and said to Beibei, "Beibei, are
you still busy with work lately? I haven't seen you come to see your mother, not even a phone call. Do you know how much your mother misses you?!"
Her eyes even slightly reddened as she spoke.

Beibei quickly comforted him, "I'm sorry, Mom, I've been busy. I only
got back from the resort construction site after receiving your call today."

The mother and daughter, their cold war having just ended, acted as if nothing had happened. The tense
atmosphere had dissipated in just a few words. Wenlong was truly impressed by their composure.

Seeing Beibei's wink, he quickly chimed in, "Yes, Mom, Beibei only got back from the resort
construction and came to see you as soon as she got back."

His mother-in-law glanced at Wenlong, still complaining about Beibei, "Are you so busy you don't even have time to make a phone call?
If you don't call, does that mean Wenlong can't call either?" In the end, she was still blaming him, openly complaining about her daughter
but secretly blaming him, her future son-in-law, for being inconsiderate and letting his wife and mother-in-law quarrel. He was
truly wronged but couldn't find the right words to respond.

Beibei, of course, understood the underlying meaning and quickly defended me: "Mom, look at what you're saying! Where did I stop him from
calling? But it's not appropriate for him to call you before he's even seen you, is it? Besides, if you don't give the order, even if
you gave him the guts, he wouldn't dare, right, Mom?"

Wenlong chimed in, "Yes, Mom, without your instructions, how could I dare to offend you, haha."
He secretly gave Beibei a thumbs up—impressive! She passed the buck back to me in just a few words.

Seeing her daughter and son-in-law working together to clearly target her, He Saifei
felt a surge of anger. She realized she was being treated like a vicious mother-in-law, and she raised her hand to her future son-in-law,
saying angrily, "Wenlong, you're something else! Beibei is busy with the resort construction and doesn't understand things, but don't you understand things too?
How can you be a husband if you don't even have this much courage? Are
you doing this on purpose? Besides, as a son-in-law, you should be considerate of your mother-in-law… considerate of your elders. Is it so hard to make a phone call to say hello
? Tiger's might? Oh, in your eyes, I've become a tigress, haven't I? Am I really that fierce and domineering? If
Beibei sees me like you do, how am I supposed to live? I raised my two daughters
single-handedly, hoping they would be filial to me when they grew up, but you've ruined everything! I
…" She then took out her handkerchief and began to sob.

The attack on the Southern Kingdom was truly devastating, leaving Wenlong drenched in cold sweat, his face flushed red, frozen in shock, completely at a loss.

Beibei was also taken aback, never expecting her mother to actually pull such a stunt. The attack on the Southern Kingdom was incredibly brutal.
She thought to herself, "Mother, are you really planning to kill your son-in-law with this attack?" But upon closer observation, she realized her mother was only making empty
threats , and she understood. Well, it seemed she had no choice but to use her ultimate weapon.

Her ultimate weapon was—surrender. Her mother had already surrendered once, and
it would be . But surrendering had to be done tactfully; otherwise, it might result in a "killing the surrendered," a
counterproductive outcome, and she would suffer a greater loss than she gained. She moved closer to her mother, hugged her arm, and shook it, pleading sweetly,
"Mom, no matter what, it's all our fault. We shouldn't have made you
angry. We're so sorry! Please forgive us, Mom. You only have one daughter like me.
How can you bear to see me unhappy for the rest of my life? Please, Mom..."

In truth, He Saifei didn't want to put her daughter in a difficult position, but if she didn't vent her anger, she wouldn't be able
to explain it to herself. However, they were already family, and no amount of drama could change that fact. She
couldn't act impulsively and keep making things difficult for her daughter and son-in-law. So
what if her son-in-law was a little younger?

A few years younger than her daughter, so what? As the saying goes, girls grow up to be more beautiful at eighteen, and boys grow up
to be more stable. She'd heard that this young man was already quite accomplished at such a young age; he was the one
who secured He was willing to let his aunt, Bai Shuzhen, be the president while he himself remained a vice president, avoiding
the limelight and displaying a maturity beyond his years. Her daughter was already the president's assistant and part-time manager of the Xiangshui Village
Resort independently at such a young age, all thanks to his favor and support as vice president.
As long as he treated her well and gave her happiness, what could she, as her mother, say? Her daughter's well-being was
more important than anything else.

Chapter 307 He Saifei (Part 3)

Although she had some entanglements with his mother, Bai Suzhen, in previous years, those were all work-related matters. After calming
down and thinking about it, she realized that her relationship with her junior sister Bai Suzhen had been quite good over the years, as well as with her junior sister Han Xue. Women,
especially strong women like them, inevitably compete and speak sarcastically when they are together, but
in private, when they revert to their true nature, where do all the petty scheming and backstabbing come from? Why should women make things difficult for each other?
Since he is Bai Suzhen's precious son, what do she have to worry about?

Her little daughter's hard-won happiness was ruined because of her own anger. It wasn't worth it!

Seeing her little daughter apologizing and pleading, giving her enough face, and her little daughter's coquettish manner also evoked
beautiful , how could He Saifei not be filled with emotion? She sighed softly, patted her youngest daughter's hand affectionately, and
said, "Silly girl, you're the apple of my eye. How could I blame you? I just... I just can't bear to
part with you. It's also my fault for spoiling you since you were little. Even your sister is jealous of how much I pamper you, my youngest daughter, and that's why you've become such a stubborn little bull.
But I've also been wrong. I shouldn't have interfered between you two, making you both worry. I
apologize. I had my reasons for doing this, and I hope you can understand. Wenlong, I
was a bit harsh just now, please don't take it to heart. Actually, your mother and I have been best friends for so many years
! I never imagined her precious son would become like my own son today!"

"No way, Mom, you were right to scold me. I was careless, and I'll be more careful in the future. My mom
also asked me to give you her regards! She and Aunt Han Xue often praise our senior sister as a goddess-like figure in the legal profession. I
never knew who they were praising until I met Beibei. It turns out that my mother-in-law is that
legendary goddess of the legal profession!"

Wenlong quickly and sincerely admitted his mistake, while also showering her with flattery. Flattery never fails, and sure enough, his mother-in-law, He
Saifei, was overjoyed and laughed heartily: "These two junior sisters, what kind of blunt truth are they spouting? Hehe!"

Beibei also beamed, hugging her mother and laughing together.

At this point, everything vanished. He Saifei glanced at the clock on the wall, then changed the subject, sweeping away the previous tense
atmosphere: "Look at all this rambling I've done, are you all hungry? You sit down, I'll go cook.
Tonight you'll have to experience your mother's cooking skills, hehe!" Speaking of her cooking skills, she seemed very proud of herself.

Beibei was overjoyed, jumping for joy. He was naturally elated as well, a huge weight lifted from his shoulders.
He hadn't expected the crisis to be resolved so easily; the dire situation he had anticipated hadn't materialized. He felt fortunate
and gained a better understanding of his mother-in-law. She seemed to be a more rational woman than an emotional one, not
the unreasonable .

Watching his mother-in-law's retreating figure, he suddenly noticed that her jeans seemed a size too small, tightly clinging to her
lower body, shaping a round, spherical shape. With each step, the protruding shape split into
two halves, squeezing and colliding against each other, creating a dazzling pattern that, sensorially, could create a powerful
shockwave comparable to a nuclear explosion, thus arousing a strong desire in a man. A sudden flame ignited within him, quickly spreading
throughout his body , melting his soul.

"Ahem!" Beibei's cough was like a cold torrent, instantly extinguishing the flame in his heart. Cooling
down, he quickly shifted his gaze to the opposite wall, pretending to admire the painting hanging there.

"What's so interesting about the painting? The scene before you is truly captivating!"

Beibei's words were laced with sarcasm, emphasizing the word "scene." He pretended not to understand and said, "How is
it not beautiful? This painting is genuine, isn't it? What dynasty is it from?"

Beibei retorted, "What dynasty? Can't you tell it's an oil painting? Are you blind?"

Wenlong was taken aback, then looked more closely and realized it was indeed an oil painting. Damn it! He blushed and laughed awkwardly. Beibei
said irritably, "Pretending to know what you don't, don't you even look in the mirror? Do you even have the skills?" She took a sip of tea and then
asked him, "Hey, how was it just now? Were you scared?"

"How was it? Your mother almost killed me, I'm still terrified." Recalling the scene, Wenlong
was still shaken.

"Coward!"

"I wasn't a coward! I stood up straight!" he retorted.

"Keep bragging. Without me standing up for you, who knows what would have happened! Pfft!" Beibei said dismissively.

"I really didn't back down. I was just about to give the enemy a strong counterattack when you showed up."

"Pah! My mom's become the enemy, huh?"

"Slip of the tongue, slip of the tongue. Just when I was about to... retaliate, you showed up. You must have come to save your mom.
How could I possibly fight back when you're here!"

"I know you're tough! But then again, my mom has a sharp tongue but a soft heart. She did what she did for my own
good, so you can't blame her."

Beibei stopped scolding him. She had a very clear understanding of "knowing when to stop." A man should always save
face.

"How could I not understand? She cornered me just now, but I didn't do anything. I dodged
and weaved, saving face for you and giving your mother some leeway, only keeping the humiliation to myself. That's called bearing humiliation and carrying
a heavy burden."

"Mmm, my husband is so good!" Beibei happily gave him a big kiss on the cheek. He shamelessly leaned in
, pointing to his lips. Beibei pushed him away and scolded, "Go away, this is my mother's house, be serious."

"Actually, all I can say is that your mother thinks I'm too young, too much younger than you."

"What's wrong with being small? Being small makes you look youthful, lively, sunny, and handsome. Who says boys don't know how to care for
and be considerate ? My husband is especially good at it, oh, husband!" Beibei said sweetly.

"Husbands are already caring for their wives, my dear wife, how will you care for your husband? Tonight, hmm?" Wenlong
emphasized the word "tonight.

" "Then how will my dear husband care for you?" Before he could answer, Beibei leaned over, bit his
earlobe, and whispered sweetly, "How about this, tonight wife will take husband to pick 'chrysanthemums,' okay?"

Beibei's sweet and fragrant breath into his ear made his whole body go weak, and he repeatedly
said yes, "Yes, yes, husband loves picking chrysanthemums!" His body went limp and he rubbed against her chest, not even seeing
the chrysanthemums , already thinking about picking two other "flower buds."

Beibei shyly pushed him away forcefully: "You big pervert! If you want to pick my chrysanthemum, then behave yourself. My mom hasn't
fully ."

"Behave myself? I'm picking my wife's chrysanthemum, not hers..."

"Smack!" Before he could finish speaking, Beibei gave him a sharp rap on the head.

"Hehe, don't worry, wife, I will definitely live up to your expectations!" Wenlong quickly changed
the subject: "Wife, how old is our mom? She looks so young." Thinking of his mother-in-law's vibrant beauty,
he even suspected that Beibei had been lying to him before.

Beibei proudly said, "Of course! That's why I call her 'sister'! What do you think? Isn't my mom
beautiful ? I wasn't lying, was I?"

"You know what, at Mom's age, there aren't many who are this well-preserved. I used to only
see photos, but now that I've seen her in person, she's even more beautiful than in the pictures! It's like... a fairy descended to earth, and you, my wife,
are a little fairy descended to earth! I've met two fairies, one big and one small! Haha, I feel like the
luckiest !"

"You're so vain! You're always so silly." Beibei lightly slapped me on the head. "Then
tell me , is the little fairy prettier, or the big fairy?"

Ugh, she's using this old, tired question again, but I can't not answer! Without thinking, Wenlong
blurted out, "They're equally beautiful. If these two fairies stood together, anyone would think they were sisters!"

"I knew you'd say that! So unoriginal! Are you praising my mom for looking young, or saying I look old?"

"See, you misunderstood again. I meant..."

"Alright, alright, stop explaining. You always give me that long, drawn-out explanation.
I sick of hearing it. I don't have time for that. I understand!" Beibei waved her hand impatiently. He secretly chuckled.
Whenever Beibei was about to act up, he always used this trick to defuse the situation, and it never failed him. In his
smugness, his habit of talking big kicked in again.

"Hey, honey, why doesn't Mom find someone else? Doesn't she want one? Doesn't anyone want to date her?
She's so pretty, and she has such a great figure..." He squinted, trying to recall his mother-in-law's alluring curves. "Ouch,
ouch !"

Beibei pinched his ear and said fiercely, "You little rascal, you big pervert, I'll let you think about it! Even if she did find someone
, it wouldn't be you! You little rascal, you little lecher, I haven't even settled things with you about the oil painting yet, and now you're
already . I'm warning you, don't even think about it, that's my mom!"

He rubbed his ear and said with a lewd grin, "You mean, if it weren't your mom, would it be possible... oh oh...
" Before he could finish, Beibei pinched him again.

"You dare! You've got some nerve, haven't you? Tell me, do you dare or not?"

"No, no, I wouldn't dare even if you killed me! Fairy, have mercy!"

"I bet you wouldn't dare! Humph, you shameless thief! I'm ignoring you, you stay here and watch TV for a while,
I'm going to help my mom."

"Me too!"

"Stay put! Behave yourself! We women are talking, what are you, a little kid, doing interfering?" After saying that, she threw
him aside, wiggled her chubby little bottom, and went to find her mother.

In the kitchen, He Saifei and her daughter were busy and chatting, completely unaware that there was another
ear hidden outside the door. This ear, of course, belonged to Wenlong. Stay put? He wasn't that stupid.

Chapter 308 He Saifei (Part 4)

"Older sister..."

"What sister? No respect for elders! Don't call me that anymore!"

"Why? Didn't we always call each other that?"

"The past is the past. Now you have a boyfriend. You can't be so carefree and
do ."

"I won't! I'll still call you that! Who told you to spoil me since I was little!"

"Oh, is this my fault? Where does that leave your older sister? Where does that leave your husband?
Does he have to call you that too?"

"My older sister is my older sister, and you're my older sister. So what? You're not that much older than him. Should
n't No way! He has to call you 'Mom' and me 'Auntie,' haha!"

"That's getting more and more ridiculous. What kind of husband calls his wife 'Auntie'? This is going to be chaotic!"

"It's good that it's chaotic. From childhood to adulthood, I've always been the junior. Even that little brat Ye Qingqing had to be
called 'Auntie' by me. Humph, this time I'm going to be the elder and get all the credit."

"What are you arguing about? Even though she's young, she's my cousin by seniority. What are you going to call her if not 'Auntie'? If you want to be
an elder, wait until you have a baby."

"I don't care, I'll call her 'Sister, Sister, Sister…'"

"Crazy girl, why are you shouting so loudly? Are you deaf?! Are you always this bossy with your husband? No manners
, no girlfriend behavior at all, always acting crazy. I don't know what Wenlong likes about you
!"

"Oh, right, he likes everything about me, especially my bossiness."

"I just can't do anything with you! How did I give birth to such a devil! You think he's afraid of you? I think Wenlong
is just mature beyond his years, he doesn't stoop to your level."

"Hehe, you know that? Looks like you have a pretty good impression of him! Hey, tell me, tell me."

"Tell me what? What's there to say? So silly for such a young age."

"Silly? The one who calls him silly is the real silly one!"

"You brat, how dare you talk to your mother like that!"

"I mean, he seems naive on the surface, but he's actually quite shrewd. Don't let him fool you."

"Fool me? We're not even related, why would I bother?"

"If you were to rate him, what score would you give him?"

"Hmm... 70 points, I guess. Whether he gets a higher score depends on his future performance."

"Then I'll have him take good care of you from now on."

"Take care of me? I'm not missing any limbs, why should he take care of me?"

"Isn't he your son-in-law? It's only right for a son-in-law to take care of his mother-in-law." "I'd be

grateful if he took good care of you, it would save me a lot of worry." "How have I ever caused you any worry?" "You don't make me worry? From childhood to adulthood, your studies, finding a job, getting married—what haven't I worried about? Even after we have children, I'll still have to worry. Tell me, when are you planning to officially get married and when to have children?" "No plans yet. We've only been dating for a short time. Besides, marriage is just a formality. I'm still young, I don't want children so early. I want to develop my career and enjoy a few comfortable days in my life!" "That's true, you're young, and your husband is even younger. He might not even be of legal marriage age yet." "Sister, you truly are a goddess in the legal world, with sharp eyes! He is indeed a bit young, but unlike what you said about him being thin and weak, he's in great shape! Chest muscles, abs, eight-pack abs! Hey, sister, let me tell you, he's amazing, he always manages to..." "Shut up! How can you talk about something like this? Aren't you ashamed? Is this something you can just say casually? I'm embarrassed for you if you're not ashamed!" "Hehe, aren't you my older sister? It's not like I'm talking about something. You'd definitely be happy for me if you heard it." "Pah, what's there to be happy about? You're getting more and more ridiculous. Be careful, the walls might have ears, and Wenlong might overhear." "Let him hear it, I'm not afraid of him!" Wenlong was listening intently from outside the door when suddenly a pair of feet appeared right under his nose. Looking up, he saw Beibei's almond-shaped eyes wide open, looking like she wanted to devour him. "Hehe, wife, I... came to see if there's anything I can help with..." "Get lost!" "I'm good at peeling garlic..." "Get lost!" "Hey! I'm leaving, don't see me out, don't see me out." Wenlong slunk back to the sofa and sat down, listlessly flipping through TV channels with the remote. After a few channels, he couldn't help but sneak a peek back. Oh my god, the tiger was still watching! He quickly turned back and obediently watched TV, not daring . After chasing away the eavesdropper, He Saifei and her daughter continued their unfinished conversation. "Wenlong is really... humorous!" Recalling her son-in-law's expression just now, He Saifei couldn't help but chuckle. "That's just how he is, a shameless, cheeky young man! Sister, why don't you ask your son-in-law what he thinks of you? Don't you want to know?" "What does it matter if I know or not? I'm still me." "Oh, sister~ just ask, ask quickly!" "Okay, okay, what does your husband, my son-in-law, think of his mother-in-law?" "He praises you highly!" "Oh, really? What did he praise me for?" He Saifei didn't expect her future son-in-law to praise her; she wanted to hear it. "He praised you for being young, beautiful, and having a good figure, and he also said..." "What else did he say?" He Saifei's face flushed red, her heart pounding like a child finding candy. "He said there must be so many men pursuing you that they could line up for blocks!" "I think you're just making that up, haha. Wenlong is an honest guy, unlike you, so gossipy." "Oh? How do you know if he's honest or not?" "A woman's intuition, you know? I think he's quite good—sunny, handsome, patient, and good-tempered… " They say women are strange creatures, and it's true. No matter how strong they seem on the surface, they immediately lose their immunity to flattery. He Saifei was no exception. She had previously held prejudices against her son-in-law, but now, hearing good words , she praised him instead. "Hehehe!" "What are you laughing at...you brat, trying to please your husband! You ungrateful little thing, you've only been on his turning your back on him. I raised you, and you never treat me like this?!" "Eh~ Sis, you're blushing, haha...Ouch, my ear, my ear, be gentle, I won't say anything ? My goodness, you really have a way with yourself!" "Who told you to chatter on and talk nonsense!" "Okay, I won't say anything more. Sis, you're nothing like a great lawyer. What lawyer acts like this, hitting people when you can't win an argument? Are you going to use this dirty trick in court too?" "How can I deal with you, you little devil, without dirty tricks? Let me tell you, I have many more tricks up my sleeve, watch out!" "No, wait, I've already seen it! Let's get down to business. Sis, when are you going to find a companion? Look, your two daughters are all grown up and married. It's time for you to think about your own lives. It's tough being alone all the time. Don't you find it tiring?" "You know how hard Mom works, it's all for you!" "Alright, alright, don't use me as a shield, I can't take that! Seriously, sis, seeing you all alone makes me sad." "Oh my, when did the sun rise in the west? You've never been so concerned about your mother before!" "Mom~" "Alright, alright, stop with the act, it's not like you at all, it's weird. What? You're not calling me 'sis' anymore?!" "Yes, you are Mom, and you are also my sister, hehe! How about this, let Wenlong move in with us, my husband and I, to keep you company and take care of you." "Move in? Is Wenlong willing? It seems like boys usually don't want to live with their in-laws!" "He's negligible, the key is you. Are you willing to let us move back?" "I don't have any objections, but... have you discussed it with Wenlong? What did he say?" He Saifei certainly hoped her youngest daughter would come back to live with them, but this required her future son-in-law's approval. "Not yet. I think he's eager for it!" "Eager for it? Why?" "Nothing, his house is his parents' old house, and I'm not comfortable living there. If I live with his parents, I'll have to go to that governor's mansion, and I'll have to face guards every day. I can't stand it." Actually, this wasn't the main reason Chen Beibei wanted to continue living with her mother. "Living in the governor's mansion is definitely a bit troublesome, girl. A woman should follow her husband wherever he goes. Even an old house is still a home. You can't complain about this or that, you hear me? If you make him go back to his wife's parents' house, where will he, a man, and wealthy young master, put his face?"

"I know! Your daughter will heed your teachings! How did we get off topic like this? Humph, Mom, you're so cunning,
why are you dragging us into your business? No, you have to tell me, do you want to find someone again? What kind of person? Your
daughter can help you keep an eye out."

"What's there to find? I'm not looking anymore. I'll just live like this, it's easy being alone, and
I don't want anyone bothering me. Your sister is married and has a daughter, and you have a boyfriend. I finally have some peace and quiet, and now I want to find another man to control me? Am I
crazy?! Hand me the plate, the one with the flower pattern."

He Saifei took the plate from her daughter, scooped up the cooked food from the pot, and started cooking another dish.

"Girl, do you think Wenlong looks a lot like his father?"

"Ah! What's wrong?"

"Nothing... just asking." A slightly unnatural look appeared in He Saifei's eyes. She remained silent
, her thoughts returning to the distant, awkward era. This question had clearly touched a door that had been sealed in her heart for many years.
What lay behind that door, only she knew. That was also the reason why she had always felt envious and jealous of Bai Suzhen
.

"Mom, Mom, what's wrong?" Beibei reached out and gently nudged her mother's arm, waking her from her reverie.

"Ah! Oh, nothing, nothing." He Saifei snapped out of her reverie, as if she
had just emerged from the seabed, taking a long, deep breath.

Seeing this, Beibei guessed that her mother must have an unusual past, but she didn't press her. She
knew that asking about things her mother didn't want to talk about was pointless.

"Quickly get some water, the vegetables are going to burn, hurry!"

Beibei hurriedly fetched half a bowl of water for her mother.

Chapter 409 He Saifei (5)

He Saifei poured the water into the pot, and wisps of smoke rose up, mingling with the pungent smell of burning as the range hood drew the smoke into
the duct . He Saifei breathed a huge sigh of relief, as if what had been drawn away was not only the foul air, but also all
the suffering and misfortune.

"Let's cook another pot! There's still some leftover ingredients, not much, but enough. I'll do it, sis!"

"It's alright, I'll do it. This is my specialty. It wouldn't be fair if my son-in-law didn't try it! Just chop
some ginger and garlic, and some scallions, and cut them into sections."

"Ugh!"

The TV programs were terrible, all those talent shows, blind dates, diving shows—noisy, vulgar, and tasteless. I really
don't understand what's wrong with today's viewers. I'd rather spend this free time visiting my mother-in-law more often; maybe I'll find
something good there.

He turned off the TV, looked around, hoping to find something interesting, and finally his gaze fell
on the oil painting that had embarrassed him. Chen Beibei said he was pretending to know what he didn't, but that wasn't true. He did know a little bit, like
"Along the River During the Qingming Festival," "Dwelling in the Fuchun Mountains," "Mona Lisa," Zhang Zeduan, Huang Gongwang, and Dafengqi—
he knew them all like the back of his hand. Looking at the painting, he pondered how to make something of
it and please his wife, Beibei. So he went to admire it.

It was a landscape painting, not large, about two feet square. It depicted a city street scene after the rain, with sunlight filtering through
the clouds, casting inconspicuous patches of light across the city. The city streets were crisscrossed, bustling with traffic, a
scene of prosperity. Although it was an oil painting, it was quite different from what they were used to. The style was incredibly detailed, so detailed that even the license plates of cars
parked on the roadside were faintly discernible. The figures, flowers, and even the cats and dogs were all
vividly portrayed with different expressions, surprisingly employing the meticulous brushwork techniques of traditional Chinese painting.

He looked at it from left to right, feeling that this painting was unusual, with a slightly eerie quality. It seemed that
the artist intended to convey something to the world through this painting, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. He only felt
that the streets and roads in the painting were familiar, as if he had seen them somewhere before. He mischievously shifted his gaze, looking sideways.
Huh? The scene in the painting seemed to have transformed into another place, clearer and more familiar, resembling
the city they lived in. He couldn't help but admire the painter's genius, creating such a strange painting. Perhaps this
was the nature of an artist; their way of thinking was beyond the comprehension of others.

Lost in his own world, he didn't notice how much time had passed. Beibei poked her head out of the kitchen, calling, "Hey,
what are you doing? Come and bring the dishes, dinner's ready!" He hurried to help.

Soon, the dishes were laid out: boiled shrimp, stir-fried pork loin, sweet and sour pork, egg drop soup, stir-fried shredded vegetables,
and shoots. Each dish was small and exquisitely presented on a porcelain plate, almost too beautiful to eat.
His appetite was whetted, and he looked drooling. Seeing that his mother-in-law hadn't come out yet, he reached for a bamboo shoot, only to be shoved
away by a chopstick and given a disapproving look.

Mother-in-law He Saifei washed her hands and came out of the kitchen. Seeing them all standing, she said, "What are you all standing there for? Sit down and
eat!"

So the three of them sat down around the dining table, with the mother-in-law naturally taking the head seat, and him and Beibei sitting on either side. The mother-in-law
picked up a bamboo shoot and put it in his bowl, smiling as she said, "Try the bamboo shoot, how's it made?" She was completely devoid of
the cunning and slyness she had displayed in the living room earlier.

Wenlong was flattered and quickly put the bamboo shoot in his mouth, pretending to savor it, then gave a thumbs-up and praised it repeatedly:
"Mmm, fragrant, crisp, refreshing, and smooth! Mom, your cooking skills are truly amazing. I think even internationally renowned chefs couldn't compare. Delicious,
delicious!"

His mother-in-law smiled without saying a word, but Beibei scolded, "Idiot, this is what I made. Can't you tell? I've been feeding
you for nothing! I made the bamboo shoots, but the rest is what my mom made. Try some!"

He hadn't expected to flatter the wrong person and was embarrassed. He quickly picked up a shrimp, "Mmm, this shrimp
is good, better than the bamboo shoots!"

Beibei scolded again, "Have you even eaten any? You're already saying it's good."

He argued, "Hey, you don't know this, do you? You can tell the taste by looking at the color, and you can tell the flavor by smelling the aroma..."

Beibei interrupted him impatiently, "Alright, enough with the long-winded explanation. Can't a person eat?"

He wanted to argue further, but his mother-in-law, He Saifei, advised, "Do you two always bicker like this?
The food is getting cold. Eat up!" The dining room finally quieted down.

During the meal, he couldn't help but mention the painting: "Mom, what's the name of that painting?"

"It's called 'Double Hibiscus'," Beibei mumbled, still eating shrimp.

The painting was actually called "Double Hibiscus"? How strange! His curiosity was completely piqued. He couldn't help but
put down his chopsticks and go to the painting to examine it closely again, searching for a long time but finding no trace of a single hibiscus.

Seeing this, his mother-in-law said to her daughter, "Wenlong seems very interested in the painting?!" "

What does he know? It's just curiosity. Why don't you tell him about the painting's history, to satisfy his curiosity? "
"To satisfy his curiosity? Hey, come here, let Mom tell you about this painting!"

Hearing this, he sat back down at the table, listening to his mother-in-law, He Saifei, tell him about it.

The artist of this painting was Liu Quanhe, a painter, a loner with few friends and not very famous,
probably somewhere between first and second tier. He had an eccentric and unpredictable personality, often doing things that were hard to understand
, so everyone gave him the nickname "Crazy Liu." Liu Quanhe didn't care that his friends called him crazy; on the contrary
, he liked it and often called himself the Van Gogh of China, saying that the world would never know Liu Quanhe again. But who would have thought that seven
years ago he would actually go crazy and be sent to a mental hospital, and this painting, "Double Hibiscus," was created during his hospitalization
. While creating this painting, his condition worsened significantly, reaching its peak of madness. His emotions were extremely
unstable , fluctuating between joy, sorrow, and anger. When joyful, he would dance wildly; when sorrowful, he would weep uncontrollably;
and when angry, he would fly into a rage. He recognized no one except his brushes, canvas, and paints. He ignored visiting friends,
treating them like strangers, completely absorbed in the world of his paintings. Coupled with his advancing age and rapidly declining health,
some predicted his imminent death. Sure enough, two months after completing the painting, on a misty
morning, he was found dead in the lotus pond near the hospital, at the age of 67. This painting became his last
work .

After Liu the Madman's death, most of his works were collected by friends, with a few auctioned. This painting, "Double Hibiscus," changed hands
several times finally ending up in the hands of Zhang Shizhi, the owner of Chutian Law Firm. Two years ago, Zhang Shizhi gifted it to He
Saifei.

I'd heard a little about Liu the Madman. His life was entangled in too many mysteries, such as his origins.
Some said he was orphaned at a young age and raised by his uncle and aunt; others said he was an abandoned baby, found and raised by an elderly couple who scavenged for
scraps ; still others rumored he was the product of incest between a mother and son; and the most horrifying rumor
was that he grew up in a monkey's den. Then there's his wealth. Some said he was destitute and penniless;
others said he was a wealthy merchant with a fortune; still others said he possessed the third fragment of the "Dwelling in the Fuchun Mountains" painting
…

All sorts of fantastical tales abounded, mostly used as gossip. The most ridiculous
of all was the rumor about the "Dwelling in the Fuchun Mountains" painting—even a three-year-old wouldn't believe it.
Liu the Madman ignored all these rumors, continuing to do two things—painting and philanthropy. He
devoted his entire life's energy and savings to these two things. Because of this, he earned the understanding and respect of his friends.

After hearing the story, Wenlong felt the painting was increasingly eerie and sinister, as if it concealed a huge
secret, the contents of which perhaps only the deceased Liu the Madman knew.

"Mom, don't you think this painting is a bit... strange?" he asked.

"When I first got it, I also thought it was strange. There wasn't even a single lotus flower in the painting, yet it was
named 'Double Hibiscus,' which was completely irrelevant. But after a while, I stopped caring so much."

"Maybe someone else gave it the name later?"

"That's possible, but who would do that? My teacher already had that
name when he got it, and he didn't know much about what happened before."

The teacher He Saifei was referring to was Zhang Shizhi. Zhang was a kind and honest elder. When He Saifei was
working as a lawyer at Chu Tianxing, he regarded her as Chu Tianxing's most capable assistant and pillar, giving her great trust and support. He
Saifei also respected him greatly, always addressing him as her teacher.

Five years ago, He Saifei made a "mistake" in a case, and Chu Tianxing wanted to "ask" her to leave. Zhang
argued vehemently , trying his best to retain and protect He Saifei's reputation, even at the cost of arguing with his partner, who
almost withdrew his investment. In the end, to save face for her teacher, He Saifei took the initiative to resign, and the matter was resolved.
After He Saifei left, as teacher and student and friends, they still kept in touch occasionally. "Double Hibiscus" was a
gift given to He Saifei as a gift two years ago on her forty-second birthday. Zhang knew that besides her daughter and work, He Saifei's
favorite was painting, and that she was quite accomplished in it. Although this painting was not expensive,
it was still a masterpiece, definitely first-rate among all of Liu Fengzi's works.

After hearing the story, the dinner party ended pleasantly without anyone noticing, and Wenlong and Beibei helped clean up the kitchen.

"Wenlong, how is your company?" He Saifei, the mother-in-law, asked about his business.

"It's alright. Hotels, jade shops, lingerie companies, hospitals, schools, airlines, seaside resorts,
Xiangshui Village resorts—I don't usually interfere too much. I let the department managers take full responsibility. I trust those I employ
and don't employ those I don't trust. Everyone performs their duties and is responsible for their own tasks. Everyone can make the best use of their talents. So now Beibei has
a place to showcase her talents." Wenlong hurriedly reported the situation to her.

"Oh, the jewelry from Jade Pavilion is alright, isn't it?"

Before he could speak, Beibei answered for him, "The jade jewelry made by Jade Pavilion is quite
different . Jade Pavilion takes a customized approach, relying on genuine materials, design, and craftsmanship to win over customers. The monthly output is not
high, but the added value is relatively large. How much money you make depends on the number of orders you receive."

Chapter 410 He Saifei (6)

Seeing that Beibei's explanation was not very clear, Wenlong interjected, "Nowadays, most people pursue individuality.
They like to customize everything they use, from cars and airplanes to clothing and accessories. Jade jewelry is no exception. Jade Pavilion
designs according to the customer's requirements. Sometimes, the customer even designs it themselves. Jade Pavilion only makes some modifications and
then sends the design and craftsmanship requirements to the factory for production. Every product is purely handmade and
unique, and customers generally approve of it." Seeing that his mother-in-law didn't quite understand, he introduced her to
some aspects of the industry and the entire process of customizing jade jewelry, from design drawings to material selection and processing,
explaining it . These were all things I'd heard from Yin Hong, so I guess I was just learning and applying them!

"Hmm, how long does it take to make a jade piece?"

"That depends on what you're making. Small pieces take a few days to a week, while large pieces can take a month or even longer. Slow and
steady wins the race. Customers aren't too picky about time, but they are very particular about quality. Sometimes, if a
customer isn't satisfied with a finished product, it has to be reworked."

"My jade pillow is over ten years old, it's worn and old..."

Wenlong, seizing the opportunity to impress, quickly said, "Leave it to me, I'm sure
you'll be satisfied. I just finished designing a few jade pillows recently, you can come visit our jade
workshop ."

Beibei was delighted. She knew her mother's exchange of the jade pillow was a ruse, a way of showing her
acceptance . Entrusting him with tasks was a sign of her high regard for him, something she understood perfectly well. So she happily
said, "I think we shouldn't wait for another day, let's do it tomorrow. I'll go tomorrow too, to help Mom with her advice!"

"I have to go to Xidu first thing tomorrow morning.

How about next week? Next week, I'll come to your place." "What are you going to Xidu for? Aren't you a legal consultant? You have to travel for work?"

"The company is going to handle a lawsuit in Xidu, it's quite important, I'm a little worried, I need to go and oversee it."

"Overseeing means leading and directing, isn't my mom amazing?" Beibei boasted to him.

"Yes, yes, Mom, you're really amazing! No wonder everyone respects you as a top lawyer, haha!"
Wenlong couldn't miss the opportunity to flatter her.

"That brat, she's always bragging. Wenlong, don't be like her, always so loud and boisterous, never serious." Hearing
her daughter and son-in-law flatter her, He Saifei, the mother-in-law, felt a little embarrassed.

He pressed his advantage, bringing up another thing his mother-in-law was proud of: "Mom, I heard from Beibei that you paint
very well ..."

"Of course! My mom's paintings are amazing! Come on, let me show you! Mom, you come too!" Beibei excitedly
pulled him to see her mother's work. The mother-in-law also put down her work and followed her to her studio. It

was more of a small room than a studio, filled with painting tools and
completed paintings. Some hung on the walls, some were stacked on the floor, and one unfinished
painting leaned against an easel. The subjects were mostly figures, still lifes, and landscapes, with the most numerous being portraits of Beibei, depicting her at various
ages, in a variety of styles: oil paintings, sketches, watercolors, and more. He was dazzled and
overwhelmed , truly amazed. He hadn't expected his mother-in-law's painting skills to be so superb, completely at a professional level
. She hadn't received any formal training; she was entirely self-taught. He couldn't help but admire her
intelligence and perseverance.

He admired and praised her as he went.

"How about it? I didn't lie to you, did I?" Beibei looked quite pleased with herself.

"How come you have so many portraits?"

"This girl, she's always pestering me to paint her portraits..."

"That's not true at all, Mom, you're playing the victim! My older sister wouldn't model for you, I was clearly forced to be
a model by you... Now I'm free, you can use her as a model whenever you want, hehe!" Beibei pointed at Wenlong
.

"A model? Me? This... isn't quite appropriate?" Wenlong said

, embarrassed, his face flushed. The mother and daughter looked at him with astonishment. Suddenly they both realized what was happening. The mother
chuckled , covering her mouth, her face flushed, while the daughter blushed crimson, both angry and embarrassed, and stomped hard on her husband's foot.

"Ouch! What did I say wrong again?"

Beibei gritted her teeth and said angrily, "Pah, who told you to fill your head with all this nonsense? I asked you to be
a model what were you thinking..."

"I thought it was..." Wenlong immediately realized what was going on, cursing himself for being stupid, his face turning even redder to his ears.

"Thought it was what?"

Mother-in-law He Saifei quickly gestured for her daughter Beibei not to press further, to avoid making everyone feel awkward. Actually, awkwardness
was already lurking around them, but fortunately, his mother-in-law changed the subject, easing the tension.

"Wenlong, Beibei said you take great photos. Could you help me take pictures of these paintings sometime? I'm
thinking of publishing a catalog as a gift for friends, hehe!"

"Sure, no problem!" Unexpectedly, his hobby had come in handy, especially in
front of his mother-in-law, so Wenlong readily agreed.

"Also, many of these paintings don't have frames. Since you deal with wood, this is your job too,"

Beibei added, issuing an order. "You make frames too?"

"I didn't before, but I do now." Even he himself felt the flattery was a little "
disgusting ." Beibei secretly pinched his waist, but her face was all smiles.

His mother-in-law, He Saifei, also smiled. After looking at the paintings, she took him to visit the study and the former
bedroom of the Chen sisters, Chen Yi and Beibei. The visit was harmonious and pleasant; the three chatted amiably, and he occasionally cracked jokes, making
his mother-in-law blush and frequently cover her mouth with a smile.

The several-hour visit finally ended. Wenlong felt a pang of reluctance, anticipating the next visit—
a stark contrast to his feelings before the trip.

After saying goodbye to his mother-in-law, he and Beibei laughed and chatted all the way, the gloom that had accumulated over the past few months completely dissipating. He
was grateful to his mother-in-law for her magnanimity in accepting him as her future son-in-law, and also to Sister Beibei for her efforts, even though her methods
were somewhat "extreme" and even a bit "dangerous." But regardless, he had finally passed this hurdle smoothly, and from now on he
could … ho ho ho!

Thinking of this, he felt a surge of joy, his smugness evident on his face.

Back home, after removing his protective gear, he felt instantly lighter. Seeing that it was late, Beibei didn't say anything more and went to take a shower
.

Wenlong leaned back on the sofa, savoring the moments of the past few hours, a smile returning to his face. It was as if the beautiful image of
his mother-in-law He Saifei, was appearing before him again. Although he dared not look closely due to Beibei's lewdness, it was enough to make him
yearn for her, his saliva almost dripping.

Just then, Beibei called him from the bathroom: "Honey, come here, help me scrub my back."

Wenlong went to the bathroom door, about to go in, but then remembered something and said, "Wait a minute, I need to get something." He
turned and went back into the room to find the lubricant, thinking, "My darling is counting on you in a bit!" She quickly shed
all and excitedly entered the bathroom.

Inside, Beibei stood gracefully in the steam, like a blooming lotus, her eyes sparkling with spring. Seeing that he
had already taken off his clothes and was still holding that thing, she couldn't help but pout, "I told you to scrub my back, why are you holding that!"

"Hehe, it's good to have it!"

Beibei pouted, "What can I do? I don't need it for scrubbing my back."

"Oh, I wonder who said it: 'How about your wife takes you to pick chrysanthemums?'"

Wenlong mimicked her coquettish tone.

Beibei raised her hand as if to hit him, spitting out, "Pah, all men are lewd, not a single one is good!"
Despite saying this, she instinctively turned and pressed herself against the wall, legs together, her young buttocks swaying gently at him
, the dark glint in her buttocks appearing and disappearing like a small boat on a wave. Beibei has a model-like figure, with a slender back
and waist , breasts that can be easily grasped, and a small but rather fleshy bottom that is fair, round, and perky, rippling
gently when patted.

He could no longer restrain himself. He parted her buttocks, revealing her playful and adorable anus. He plunged
inside , sucking and licking like he was eating ice cream, marveling at his wife's exquisite anus—soft, smooth, and melting in his mouth, with
a faint, fleshy aroma. It seemed she had done her prep work, washing her anus thoroughly, leaving no
trace of odor. His wife was truly understanding; he thanked God for this gift, and vowed to cherish her
for .

In the time it takes to smoke a cigarette, saliva and vaginal fluids were all over Beibei's crotch. Her body temperature had risen,
sending a signal to her brain through his hand: it was time to penetrate. He stood up and said, "Wife, I'm going in
!"

Beibei braced herself against the wall, "Mmm! Gently, don't tear it like last time." She then spread her legs,
lowered her hips, and protruded her buttocks, adjusting to the perfect height for penetration.

He squeezed out a little lubricant and applied it to her anus and the head of his penis. Holding one side of her buttocks with one hand,
he skillfully inserted himself and began to slowly thrust in and out. Although they had been through several times before,
Beibei's anus still gave him an unusually strong gripping sensation; her rectum wrapped around his penis,
tightening in waves with her swaying and moaning. With each thrust, a ring of light pink intestinal flesh
flipped in and out of her anus, playfully playing hide-and-seek with him.

Actually, he didn't have a particular fondness for anal sex, only doing it occasionally. He had always believed that
anal sex wasn't a necessary form of sex; it could be used to spice things up when sex became dull. Of course,
anal sex wasn't just a "seasoning"; it could be a main course, but too much of it
could become tiresome. Anal sex is also unfair to women because the anus is inherently an excretory organ, and its original
value cannot be realized through sex. Normally, anal sex does not bring women any orgasmic experience
. Of course, there are exceptions, but these are due to distorted psychological stimulation,
not generated by the anus itself. Imagine a sexual organ inserted into an excretory organ—which one will
be "excretory organ," as the name suggests, is a "one-way street."
Forcing one to go against the flow could easily lead to bleeding or other unforeseen problems.

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