[The Breakthrough Between Mother and Son After the New Year (Side Story)] (Chapters 1-5)

Chapter 1 of the Side Story: My Wife's Breakthrough

"Everyone has a dream they can't fulfill, a dream that constantly guides our

actions ." These were the words Fang Ziyun's husband said to her after they had made love. He lit

a cigarette and gazed out the window, speaking to her with deep affection.

At the time, she didn't understand why her husband had said those words out of the blue, nor could she grasp their meaning.

But now, she understood. It was also in bed, also after they had made love, and she too was lighting

a cigarette. The difference was, the person beside her wasn't her husband.

Just as she was still pondering the deeper meaning of those words and enjoying the slight intoxication of nicotine,

a pair of strong, powerful hands caressed her breasts from behind. "Ziyun, what are you thinking about?" the owner of the hands asked.

Fang Ziyun flicked away the cigarette ash, turned her head, gently brushed her long hair behind her ear, and smiled seductively, "Reliving the stimulation you gave me,

Dad." Yes, the person beside Fang Ziyun was her father, her biological father.

Now, are you all curious about why they got together? How did they

get ? Or how did they get together? Was it man on top, woman on

top, or...? Okay, okay, don't rush me, let me explain.

Well, actually, I don't know either, but not knowing doesn't mean I don't know, just like not knowing doesn't mean I don't understand

. What I know are all rumors, rumors, you know? Like the recent rumor that my favorite

Japanese adult film actress is getting off the horse. What? You don't know what "getting off the horse" means? As the name suggests,

it means . This horse can be a horse, a man, or Fang Ziyun's father. Of course,

I don't know if her father worked as a male adult film actor in Japan; it's all just rumors, hmm.

Right, where were we? Oh, we were talking about Fang Ziyun and her father. Someone asked, who is this

Fang Ziyun ? You don't even know Fang Ziyun? You're reading my novel? Go back and reread "The Breakthrough Between

Mother and Son "—it's good to review what you've learned. Although the name doesn't actually appear in the story, the author's wife is named

Xiao Zi. See, this Fang Ziyun is Xiao Zi. Someone might ask, then why isn't it Xiao Yun? Who told you

a nickname can't be the middle character?

Okay, let's get back to the point. Let's talk about Fang Ziyun. Fang Ziyun is 18 years old—no, too young.

She should be 28. Of course, she can't be 38, so it has to be 28. Why 28? Because some

silly person who endorsed a website said, "2828 is 'get rich'!" That's exactly what we want—to get rich!

Fang Ziyun was 18 years old and had been married to her husband for seven years. (Her husband is also

the original author but out of respect, we won't call him by his name directly, so let's call him Xiao P for now.) The seven-year

itch is something everyone experiences, and coupled with her husband's idleness and glibness (which everyone

can ), Fang Ziyun harbored great resentment towards her marriage. She always felt she needed to break through something, to change

herself, to change her negativity, and to change the world.

Now let's go back to that year—which year? The year in "After the New Year," yes, that year,

New Year's Eve. That New Year's Eve, Fang Ziyun and her husband spent it at her parents' home. After the New Year's Eve dinner, Fang Ziyun's husband, Xiao P

, was drinking heavily with his father-in-law. Everyone else had eaten and drunk their fill and was watching the unchanging Spring Festival Gala. Fang Ziyun

was no exception. The program was boring, and with the alcohol she'd had at the dinner table, she felt a little sleepy, so she told her mother

and went to her bedroom to sleep.

The sounds of the television outside the bedroom, the mahjong games of other relatives, and the occasional firecrackers made it

difficult . She drifted in and out of sleep, feeling she needed to hold someone to sleep soundly. This was partly because

it was too cold in winter, and partly because it was a habit she'd developed since childhood. Her father often held her as a child,

and now her husband did. Yes, just when she needed it, someone came in, slipped under the covers, and

fell asleep holding her…

She thought her husband must be drunk, but the strong smell of alcohol on him was unbearable. She had trouble falling asleep, but

at least being held was warmer. So, while enduring her husband's smell of alcohol, she enjoyed his body heat.

As she drifted off to sleep, she suddenly felt his genitals pressing against her. This sensation made

her, half-asleep and half-awake, feel a little dizzy, but it was also quite comfortable. Wanting even more comfort, she unconsciously slipped her hand

into her husband's underwear and grabbed his penis. It was so hot, so big…

that was her first impression. She didn't know why, but she felt her husband's penis was particularly large today. But

what she needed right now was this "big guy." She was thirsty and needed something to drink, so she crawled into the covers and enveloped

this "big guy," licking and sucking it. The liquid dripping from the corner of her mouth was indistinguishable between her saliva and the "big

guy's" secretions.

She ate with gusto, and the owner of the "big guy" seemed to enjoy it too, as she could hear his breathing becoming rapid,

which further aroused her. She slipped her other hand inside her panties, kneading her

already soaked vulva. Under the double stimulation, she couldn't help but bite down on the "big guy

," an action that elicited an unbelievable exclamation: "Oh my, Bihua (Fang Ziyun's mother)

, why did you bite me for no reason?!"That name, that voice—who else could it be but her father?

Fang Ziyun was stunned. Her father's "big thing" was still in her mouth, yet she dared not move. Her mind was blank. After

a brief moment blankness, she asked herself a hundred times, "What should I do?" Had she entered the wrong room? Or

had her father entered the wrong room? It no longer mattered. The important thing was whether to move or not—that was the question. To speak or not to speak—

that was also the question…

Suddenly, she felt very hot. Large drops of fluid flowed from her forehead, down her cheeks, to her mouth, and onto

her father's "big thing." This heat was both physical and psychological, stimulating her. No, she absolutely

couldn't let her father find out it was her. She had to continue. If she could help her father get it out, maybe she could sneak out.

Thinking this, she continued moving, wanting her father to come quickly. She was

quite confident in her oral skills, diligently licking and sucking. Under her "professional" movements, her father began

to moan , saying between moans, "Bihua, you're so amazing today... oh... so good, yes..."

"So... um... is this a New Year's gift?" These words made Fang Ziyun's face burn.

She thought that her father was joking at a time like this; this New Year's gift was quite something. His daughter was giving him oral sex;

what would he think if he knew? At the same time, she felt the "big guy" in her mouth grow even bigger, hard against

her throat. All of this made her a little confused. Her hand, which had stopped inside her underwear, started moving again,

rhythmically kneading and rubbing in sync with the rhythm of sucking her father's "big guy." Her father's genitals also began thrusting in and out of her

mouth .

"Mmm... mmm... ooh..." She didn't even care if she was making a sound, moving

passionately , saliva dripping down, wetting her chin and the sheets.

"Oh... oh... I can't take it anymore, I'm going to come... Bihua... I'm going to come! Catch it, catch it!"

Her father thrust deeply into her mouth, then a gush of hot semen gushed out. Because it was so deep inside

, some of it flowed directly down her esophagus. The hot semen burned her mouth and even her stomach, yet she

felt incredibly excited. Her hand, hidden in her panties, was already inside her vagina, scratching vigorously, making the vaginal fluids squelch and

splatter. Then, a suppressed yet unrestrained growl escaped her lips as Fang Ziyun reached her

climax .

After the peak, everything returned to calm, so calm that there was almost no sound, only the

thumping of her own heart. She slowly released her father's somewhat limp penis, savoring

the semen in her mouth. She hadn't felt so comfortable, so unrestrained in a long time. At the same time, she was exhausted, drowsy, and

wanted to fall asleep, but she knew she couldn't. She had to wait until her father fell asleep and then slip away to perfectly

savor this "wonderful" moment. It was New Year's Eve.

Clearly, her father was content and tired; soon, she could hear his snoring. Fang Ziyun slowly crawled out of bed.

She didn't dare look at her father's face. A feeling of emptiness and regret began to fill her heart, strangely,

there was also a trace of expectant attachment. She shook her head self-deprecatingly, got out of bed, grabbed her clothes, and

quietly closed the bedroom door behind her.

Fang Ziyun went outside and realized she had fallen asleep in her parents' bedroom. Thank goodness,

since she rarely stayed at her parents' house anymore, going into the wrong room wasn't too far-fetched. She went into the guest room and found no one there;

her husband was still watching TV. Fang Ziyun felt relieved; no one should know about what happened tonight. Lying on

the bed, she felt a secret joy. A wave of drowsiness washed over her, and she fell asleep contentedly.

The next morning, her husband woke Fang Ziyun early, saying they were going to visit relatives for the New Year. Last night's

"affair"... Although Fang Ziyun was exhausted, she had no choice but to force herself to get out of bed and

go with her husband to visit relatives. Before leaving, her husband, Xiao P, asked if she wanted to say goodbye to her parents. Fang Ziyun quickly replied, "No need, no need, let them rest a bit. They were quite tired last night." A barely perceptible hint of embarrassment

appeared on her face . 　　After finally visiting all the houses, the sun was already high in the sky. Her husband said to Fang Ziyun, "Honey, you drive. My head is throbbing from waiting for Benshan's skit last night, and I had a few drinks at Ming Ge's house this morning. I really can't hold on much longer." "Knowing you can't hold your liquor, you still forced yourself to! Honestly!" Fang Ziyun was a little ; how could she be sore after working in bed for so long? But she still felt a little guilty towards her husband, so she scolded him with concern. 　　Just as they were getting close to home, Fang Ziyun's phone suddenly rang. She took it out and saw it was her father calling. She hesitated before answering. 　　"Ziyun, come back for a bit. Dad has something to ask you." "...Ah...okay, I'm coming." Fang Ziyun wanted to know what it was about—had her father found out about last night? But with her husband beside her, she didn't dare say anything more. She hung up after saying that. 　　"Who called?" her husband asked. 　　"Oh, it was a classmate of mine who married and moved south. She went back to her parents' home for the New Year and will be going back south on the third day. She wants me to go with her for a while." Even Fang Ziyun herself didn't know why she made up a lie; maybe that's what you call having a guilty conscience. 　　"Okay then, it's not far from home. I'll walk back myself. Drive carefully!" "After saying that, her husband got out of the car and left in 　　a hurry. 　　Fang Ziyun 　　was puzzled as to why her husband was in such a rush to get home, but she hadn't figured out what was going on in her mind , so she didn't bother to think about her husband's trivial matter anymore. She drove straight to her parents' house, her father's house , with " 　　Tante" playing in her mind. **************** ... Let me ! 　　I hope everyone will not compare this piece with the original; there's absolutely no comparison. It's best to treat it as a completely new article . Classics cannot be surpassed; if they could be surpassed, they wouldn't be classics. But classics can be destroyed, just like many movie adaptations of games, haha. As I said, the purpose of this article is to destroy, then rebuild, then destroy again, until the original author can't stand it anymore and comes out to continue the classic. So please don't have too high . I'm just 　　　　　　　　　　　an amateur 　　writer, tirelessly destroying my work . 　　Oh 　　, right! Also, this is not a masturbation piece! 　　********** ...i=69> What I'm thinking is to ensure the continuation of classics. How to continue them? Of course, with my limited abilities, that's impossible. I simply hope to use my limited skills to inspire the original author's creative desire, so that the classics can continue. Since...

Since so many people are resistant to my brutal "sequel," I'll just give up on it and give it a new title, "My Wife 　　's Breakthrough.

" I hope everyone will treat it like a new story and not expect too much. Don't expect to be distracted while reading

; that's not scientific. 　　Of course, I also welcome 　　any

capable authors to write a 　　proper sequel . I would be extremely grateful

.

Okay, enough rambling 　　, let's continue 　　. 　　********** 　　... 　　"Uh, your mother went out to visit relatives for the New Year." 　　"Why didn't you go with her?" 　　Fang Ziyun took off her coat and threw it on the sofa, still with her back to her father. 　　"Oh, I drank too much last night, and my head still hurts a bit, so I didn't go." 　　Her father pondered, his voice low. 　　"Ziyun, I called you back because I wanted to ask you something..." 　　"Wait, I need to use the restroom first." 　　Fang Ziyun hurriedly interrupted her father and ran to the bathroom, sensing the awkward atmosphere. 　　Once inside, she pretended to open the toilet seat and sit on the toilet, then turned on the faucet to let the water run. After a while, she said, "What is it, Dad?" 　　"Well... it's like this, Dad wanted to ask you... did you sleep in Mom and Dad's room last night?" 　　Her father's voice trembled slightly. 　　"No, no." " 　　But there's some of your long hair on the bed." 　　This time, her father replied quickly. 　　"Maybe it's my aunt's or my other aunt's. I slept in the guest room last night." 　　Fang Ziyun felt her face burning; after all, she rarely lied, but her father's next words made her even more ashamed. 　　"Nonsense, you're the only one with curly hair in the house." 　　"..." 　　Time seemed to stand still, everything was quiet, just like last night in bed. She felt her nervous sweat dripping down again, and for a moment she didn't know what to say. 　　"Xiao Zi, was it you last night?" 　　It was her father who broke the silence, and suddenly called her Xiao Zi affectionately. She remembered that her father hadn't . 　　"Dad... what are you saying?" 　　Fang Ziyun said coquettishly. 　　"Dad knows it was you, Dad knows everything. Your mother slept in the living room last night because she thought I smelled too much alcohol. And ..." 　　"And what?" 　　Fang Ziyun asked urgently. 　　"And... your mother's technique isn't that good." 　　Upon hearing this, Fang Ziyun was so embarrassed that she wanted to crawl into the toilet. 　　"Dad, I... I... it wasn't..." 　　Bang! The bathroom door suddenly opened, and Fang Ziyun stared in surprise at her father standing in the doorway. He was breathing heavily, his chest heaving, and said, word by word, "Dad—want—one more time!" 　　He then stood in front of Fang Ziyun and began to unbuckle his belt. 　　"Dad! What are you doing! Get out!" 　　Fang Ziyun excitedly slapped her father. 　　He stood there, letting her slap him, without moving. After a moment, he turned and walked to the door, lit a cigarette, and turned his back to her. 　　"Okay, Dad knows, it's Dad's fault, it's Dad's wrong…but, Dad…it's been so long since I felt this good , so long…" 　　His voice was trembling with tears. 　　Fang Ziyun didn't know what to do. Looking at her father's heaving back, she felt he was like a wronged child. A maternal instinct suddenly surged within her, and she didn't know where the impulse came from, but she got up and threw herself on her father's back. 　　"No, it's not Dad's fault. I accidentally got into the wrong bed. I took your...thing on my own. Dad, don't blame yourself." 　　Her father suddenly turned and hugged her, looking into her eyes excitedly, saying, "Zi, give Dad just once, just once!" 　　Fang Ziyun looked at her father's shimmering eyes, but couldn't say anything, her mind going blank again. 　　"Dad knows, you were here last night too, weren't you? You felt good too, didn't you?" 　　Her father's lips were very close to hers. 　　A strong smell of cigarettes mixed with a strong masculine scent stimulated Fang Ziyun's keen sense of smell, making her somewhat unable to extricate herself, slowly igniting her desire. 　　Fang Ziyun turned her head away, trying to get rid of this inappropriate state, but this only made it easier for her father . He took the opportunity to kiss her fair neck, constantly caressing it, his stubble and hot lips teasing her almost collapsing desire. 　　"No, Dad, don't do this, I'm your daughter, we can't." 　　A sliver of reason still made her say things she didn't mean. 　　"What Dad wants is a daughter, it's you, my little Zi." 　　Her father's hand had already slipped inside Fang Ziyun's clothes, caressing her soft skin. 　　"No! No, Mom will be back soon, Dad, please don't do this!" Fang Ziyun turned to look at her father, but she was wrong . Her plaintive gaze further fueled his desire. He erupted with intense lust, shoving open Fang Ziyun's top and brazenly surveying her snow-white upper body. Fang Ziyun's breasts, accentuated by her deep purple bra were dazzling, almost blinding him. He simply closed his eyes and buried his head between her warm breasts, licking her flesh. 　　Fang Ziyun almost gave up resisting. Under her father's forceful actions, she knew resistance was futile. More importantly, she had begun to enjoy her father's almost violent caresses. She tilted her head back , staring at , her gaze unfocused. Ethics, worldly concerns—they slowly faded away, leaving only...

A burning desire extinguished within her; she felt this was exactly what she needed.

Fang Ziyun suddenly transformed, abruptly lowering her head to embrace her father's head, which was buried against her chest, and kissed

him . Her father was stunned by this sudden action, unsure how to respond. Only after Fang Ziyun's tongue

teased him did he open his mouth, and the father and daughter began a fierce tongue battle until their saliva flowed

between Fang Ziyun's breasts.

Her father excitedly pushed Fang Ziyun away, forcing her to turn and lie face down on the sink. He pulled down her pants, his hands

caressing her buttocks. "So big, so white, so smooth," he murmured as he stroked them. Then, he suddenly lowered his head

, licking and biting her buttocks as if to devour them.

"Oh… Dad… Dad… hurry, Mom's coming back,"

Fang Ziyun cried out in a daze.

"Wait a minute, just a minute, let Dad take a good look at your lower body. Dad hasn't seen it in years, Dad

wants..."

The father said, moving his mouth to Fang Ziyun's buttocks. A faint fragrance mixed with a fishy smell stimulated the

father 's sense of smell.

"This...this is my daughter's pussy, my daughter's pussy is so beautiful, mmm, it smells so good."

"Oh...no...Dad, don't do this, it makes me so embarrassed, oh...oh...no, this feels so good

..."

Fang Ziyun moaned helplessly.

Bang! A loud door slammed shut, causing the father and daughter, still immersed in forbidden lust, to

separate as if springed apart.

"Oh no, Mom's back!"

This was Fang Ziyun's first reaction after being jolted awake from her desire.

The father and daughter hurriedly pulled up their pants and put on their clothes. Clatter! In her panic, Fang Ziyun knocked

the soap dish . Just as she bent down to pick it up, her mother came to the bathroom door.

"Oh, what are you two doing here?"

her mother asked teasingly.

"No, nothing."

Fang Ziyun looked at her father, then at herself, and only relaxed when she saw that they were both dressed

.

"It's nothing, Ziyun slipped in the bathroom, I just came in to check on her."

Her father remained calm.

"Are you alright? Are you hurt?"

her mother asked with concern, scrutinizing Fang Ziyun from head to toe.

"Mom, I'm fine, it was just an accident, I didn't fall badly."

Fang Ziyun quickly avoided her mother's gaze.

"Why are you back so soon?"

"Oh, Ziyun said she left her keys here."

Her father continued to help her out.

"Oh, why don't you have lunch before you leave? I bought a lot of groceries today."

Her mother held up her shopping basket.

"No, no need, Xiao P is waiting for me at home for dinner."

Fang Ziyun quickly declined.

"It's alright, Mom will make you your favorite stir-fried green peppers and sausages, come help Mom."

Her mother took Fang Ziyun's hand and led her to the kitchen.

"Oh, just let the young couple be. We old folks can enjoy some time alone too,"

the father said affectionately to the mother.

"Look at you, so glib and smooth-talking! Still drunk?"

the mother scolded playfully.

"Dad, Mom, I'm leaving! I won't disturb your time alone!"

Fang Ziyun seized the opportunity to slip out of the bathroom, grabbed her things, and hurriedly left, leaving those

words behind.

She hummed a little tune as she drove, seemingly quite pleased with her antics with her father. Although

the father and daughter hadn't truly slept together yet, she felt her father definitely wouldn't "let her off the hook" later; perhaps he was currently

venting his pent-up desires on her mother. Thinking of this, she also felt her lower body was still sticky; her

desires hadn't been satisfied yet. She hurried home to find her husband.

At noon on the first day of the Lunar New Year, the roads were nearly empty, much like Fang Ziyun's mood.

She quickly drove home, thinking about how to answer her husband's question about her early return

. She'd say a relative from a classmate's side had come to visit unexpectedly. Thinking this, she arrived at the door, wondering

if her husband was asleep in bed.

Playfully, she decided to surprise him, carefully unlocking the door and tiptoeing

towards the bedroom. Suddenly, she heard her husband's voice from the study: "Mom, I want to ejaculate inside you, kiss you."

Then came the sounds of a woman's panting and saliva during a kiss.

Her husband and his mother were there… Could it be such a coincidence? No, maybe he was watching Japanese porn and

masturbating. Fang Ziyun's husband often watched incestuous films, and even during sex, he often asked her

to play the mother. Fang Ziyun decided to "peep" into the study. She quietly moved along the wall to

the doorway, cautiously peeking inside, and her previously pleasant mood instantly soured.

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She didn't know how her husband and his mother had gotten together, how long this relationship had lasted, or

why they were doing this. She didn't know... so many things. At that moment, she desperately wanted to run up and slap

both of them across the face—that is, assuming she herself hadn't had an affair with her father. She already felt

guilty towards her husband; how could she blame him when she herself had acted this way?

She pulled her head away from her spying, leaned against the wall, and sat helplessly on the floor. The unrestrained sounds of their lovemaking from the study

still throbbed in her ears. She felt terrified—terrified to face her husband, afraid to face her mother-in-law

, afraid to face her parents, even afraid to face her father-in-law, whom she rarely saw. Helplessness overwhelmed all her senses.

She wanted to be alone, so she grabbed her things and quietly left the house.

Fang Ziyun returned to her car downstairs, locked the door, and sat back in the driver's seat, staring

blankly at the rearview mirror. Her once peaceful and uneventful life had suddenly changed, making it difficult for her to accept. This was not

the change she wanted. Looking at her somewhat distorted face in the mirror, she gave a self-deprecating laugh. Wasn't this a reflection of her inner self?

In a daze, the passionate scene between her husband and his mother reappeared in the mirror. The panting and moaning, the two

restless bodies, were like a hammer pounding on her heart, thud... thud... thud. Thump thump thump…

Her heart pounded faster and faster, she couldn’t control it, until the two bodies became her and her father. Yes, she

saw herself and her father entangled in lust. Her father looked at her with burning eyes, his powerful lower body thrusting into her clitoris

again again. With each thrust, she would tremble involuntarily. This real yet illusory

feeling made her unbearably thirsty. She needed to release, needed to replace her fear and terror with desire, needed to

fight fire with fire .

Fang Ziyun's hand reached for her genitals again. This time, in the cramped, enclosed space of the car,

under the sweltering breeze of the air conditioning, she became even more unrestrained. She pulled off her annoying outer pants, leaving only her intimate

thong , and tossed her restrictive bra onto the back seat. Freed from all burdens, she indulged herself recklessly in the car.

Her hands and panties were soaked with her own juices. Still not satisfied, she pulled her hand out and put it in her mouth to savor her own sensuality.

Then, she poured her saliva back onto three fingers, and thrust her saliva-covered hand into her clitoris.

"Oh..."

A wanton roar.

"Smack...smack..."

A series of lewd thrusting sounds.

"Ugh...huff...ugh...huff..."

Her breathing gradually became rapid.

These sounds made her hallucinate the scene of her husband's incestuous intercourse with his mother and son. It was these very sounds that, while causing her embarrassment and shock

at the time now acted as a lubricant, an aphrodisiac.

Fang Ziyun kneaded her breasts with one hand, as if trying to squeeze milk from her still-unbreastfeeding breasts. Her

full breasts swelled and turned red under this ravaging stimulation. She even spat into her hand and smeared

it on her nipples, directly stimulating her most sensitive areas. Her other hand frantically dug into her genitals, venting her desire.

"Oh...oh...oh..."

Fang Ziyun moaned without restraint, her whole body trembling in rhythm with her hands.

"Mom, I want to ejaculate inside you, kiss you."

Her husband's words kept echoing in her mind, stimulating her primal desires.

My husband and his mother really committed incest. Oh, why do I feel so excited? I want it too...I

want it too...this feeling." At this moment, Fang Ziyun felt no shame, only desire.

Whether it was the eruption of desire or the pleasure of revenge against her husband, at the moment she reached her peak, she

convulsively shouted, "Dad, Dad, I want you to ejaculate inside me, kiss me, kiss me now!"

For two days in a row, Fang Ziyun satisfied her twisted desires with her own hands. She came to realize some

facts; things weren't as bad as she had imagined. Her husband and his mother were probably just seeking physical stimulation;

at least they weren't having affairs or betraying her emotionally. She loved her husband too, wasn't she also

seeking stimulation?

It was just that her husband had gone ahead of her, taking things to the next level, which made her somewhat

resentful . She had always advocated gender equality, and she felt she should take it a step further, regardless of her

motives.

Unfortunately, a long time passed, and her father didn't contact her as she had hoped. Was

her father afraid? Her father ultimately couldn't overcome the ethical hurdle. But Fang Ziyun couldn't bring herself to

seduce her father; after all, she was a woman and a daughter, and she couldn't be so proactive or

promiscuous.

What comforted her was that her husband had been exceptionally good to her during this time, granting her every request, and she hadn't noticed

any intimate behavior between her husband and mother-in-law. It was as if all the strange and abnormal things had suddenly subsided, and the family had returned to

normal. But a sliver of unease lingered in her heart, as if this was the calm before the storm. Sigh

… whatever, let nature take its course.

One night shift, Fang Ziyun sensed something was amiss. Her husband hadn't

made any advances for several days after her shift. Given his usual eagerness, this was wrong. Something must have happened that night, her intuition

told her. By the weekend evening, Fang Ziyun couldn't hold back any longer. She was a woman with relatively high libido,

and wanting to test her husband, she approached him for sex after he got into bed. But he fell asleep the moment his head hit the pillow.

She angrily pushed him: "You dead pig, just sleeping like that?"

"Wife, don't bother me, let me get some sleep. Work's been busy lately,"

her husband mumbled, and soon after, he was snoring loudly.

Now things were really messed up. Fang Ziyun was already burning with desire, and the snoring made it even harder for her to fall asleep.

After a while , seeing that her husband's snoring was never going to stop, she hit him hard. The snoring stopped, but her

desire was aroused again. It felt like many little insects were crawling on her lower body. She just reached down to scratch, but

her husband 's snoring started again, so she hit him again in annoyance...

The night was so long, and Fang Ziyun actually fell asleep amidst the constant disturbances. She had a dream.

She dreamed that her husband and his mother were lying on this bed, caressing each other. Her husband would greedily knead his mother's breasts one moment,

and bury his head between her legs to lick the other. Her mother-in-law was moaning wantonly, and her husband was watching as he did his mother.

The wedding photo on the bedside table looked like the wife watching her son make love. Suddenly, she broke out

in a cold sweat. Had her husband found out?

Suddenly, her husband transformed into her father, and she was the one on top of him, wildly

venting . She felt incredibly good, and as she cried out "Daddy" and reached her climax, her father's figure

suddenly changed to her father-in-law. She woke up in a panic…

There she was, her husband on top of her, touching and rubbing her. Terrified, she pushed him away,

but was still fast asleep, she relaxed. She reassured herself that he probably couldn't hear her cries.

She decided she should have a serious talk with her husband the next morning.

Fang Ziyun got up early to prepare breakfast for her husband. Since it was the weekend, she knew he would

sleep in. She had just gone downstairs when she saw her mother-in-law carrying a basket, about to leave. After greeting her, she went to

the kitchen, heated up bread, fried eggs, and finally made a cup of milk. She took it upstairs to wake her husband. Pushing open

the bedroom door, she found him already up, smiling at her with a smug grin. "What's going on? I just woke up and

saw a beautiful woman's smile. It's definitely the weekend; my body feels good, and I can enjoy this top-notch service."

Fang Ziyun placed the milk on the bedside table, then sat on the bed and pinched her husband's nose, replying, "This humble

woman is truly honored to hear such praise from you, sir. I've come to offer you a cup of milk as a token of my gratitude for your mercy!"

Her husband was completely taken aback by her flattery. Seeing this, Fang Ziyun playfully scolded him for his annoying behavior the previous night.

Seeing her husband still in a daze, she felt it was time to interrogate him. So she released his nose

and grabbed his ear, asking, "Hey~ let me tell you. Since I finished my shift that night, why haven't you been impulsive? Have you

been going out to find some woman behind my back?"

"Ouch, that hurts! Why are you pinching me? I've just been too tired these past few days. Besides, I

even bothered you in your sleep in the middle of the night, which proves I still have feelings for you. What kind of woman could I be looking for?"

Her husband pretended to be very aggrieved.

But Fang Ziyun thought about it and realized he was right. If her husband was satisfied, he wouldn't bother her in her dreams in the middle of the night.

"You're still tired? I've recovered after a night shift, what have you been doing? Still so tired? You must have been seeing other women, right

?"

Fang Ziyun said, pinning her husband down and continuing relentlessly, "You really haven't thought about it these past few days? I

thought you'd do it last night!"

Her husband pulled her into the bed and asked if his mother was home. Fang Ziyun said she had left early in the morning, so the couple

started their "exchange" after several days of flirting and teasing.

Fang Ziyun, having been deprived of affection for so long, was extremely horny, and her movements on the bed could be described as frenzied.

After a while, her husband rolled over and pinned her down, casually asking when she was going to work overtime again.

Fang Ziyun immediately became alert: "Why are you asking this? You're not really planning to go out and cheat on me while I'm on duty, are you

?"

"Haha~ How could I dare? From now on, you can call home anytime at night to check up on me. To be fair, I

'll call your cell phone anytime at night too, to see if you cheat on me."

Her husband said, pinching her buttocks hard.

"You naughty one! Why are you using so much force? Hehe~ Even if I really did cheat, what's the point of calling my cell phone?

Maybe while I'm answering your call, I'll be getting someone else's dick."

Fang Ziyun said with a wicked smile, thinking that maybe next time she really would get her father's dick. Husband, you'd

never guess.

"Haha~ You never know. That's the same, maybe while I'm calling you, I'll be

spanking someone else's ass."

Her husband wasn't going to back down.

Hmm, he'd definitely spank your mother's ass, Fang Ziyun thought to herself, but she still tentatively laughed and said:

"That's a low-level mistake, isn't it? The question is, who are you spanking? You're at home, how can you bring someone back? Oh~ I know,

Dad's away on a business trip these days, you didn't ride on Mom's ass while I was away, did you? Hahaha..."

"Fuck, if I'm going to fuck, I'll fuck your mom first. Look at how slutty your mom is, how about letting her stay for a few days? I can

comfort my mother-in-law with my dick."

Her husband seemed a little hesitant to say this.

"Does my husband want to sleep with my mom? What a pervert!" Fang Ziyun retorted coquettishly. "Get lost! If

you're going to fuck me, you have to make me feel good first. Hurry up, or I won't be able to relax when Mom comes back."

Her husband pinned her down and began thrusting vigorously. Fang Ziyun began moaning openly, and

the two of them exchanged unspeakable words as they made love, adding fuel to the fire of their passionate sex.

Okay, that should be the end of the story. To find out what happens next, stay tuned for the next installment. What? You

want to hear more?

I don't know what to say anymore. The "rumor" hasn't arrived yet. Uh, okay, actually there's

another not-so-important "rumor," just something to share, don't take it too seriously.

So, on International Women's Day, um, didn't Fang Ziyun and her mother-in-law drag her husband shopping?

Everyone right?

Yes, that day, after shopping, Fang Ziyun and her mother-in-law excitedly changed into their newly bought clothes for her husband to admire.

Fang Ziyun noticed that her husband's gaze towards his mother was off; it was like a wolf that had been starving for a long time, his eyes practically gleaming with lust. Just as she

was about to nudge him back to reality, her phone rang. Who could be calling at this hour? She

took out her phone and saw—oh my god! It was her long-missed father. He had finally

called The same old line came through the receiver: "Ziyun, come home for a bit. Dad has something to tell you."

Fang Ziyun responded, and this time, she skillfully lied to her husband, saying she had sneaked out shopping but

was urgently recalled by her boss and had to rush out. As for what might happen between her husband and his mother, she couldn't care less;

compared to the passion she had been longing for, those were all trivial matters.

"Wait!"

her husband suddenly called out to her.

Fang Ziyun nervously turned to look at her husband, thinking he had discovered something. Her husband, however, chuckled and said, "Change

your clothes. Do you want your boss to find out you went shopping?"

Fang Ziyun then realized she was still wearing her newly bought clothes, having forgotten to change out of her work uniform. Feeling guilty, she

changed into work uniform and left the house, her face flushed.

Okay, that's really all for now. What will happen when Fang Ziyun is summoned to her parents' home by her father? Her husband and...

What kind of drama will Mom stage this time? Where is her mother now?

What's hidden behind the father-in-law's screams in the middle of the night? How many times will Xiaoqiang come? Has the cousin's condom been found yet? Whose penis is the 　　husband 's? All will be revealed in the weekly delayed episode, "The 　　　　　　　　　　　Wife's

Breakthrough."

********** 　　... 　　Yes, my name is Wang Baoqiang. Today I'm officially revealing my identity because many people doubt the authenticity . Therefore, I need to explain why I know so much about Fang Ziyun's private information: because my name is Wang Baoqiang, Fang Ziyun's husband's best friend, also known as Xiaoqiang. Some people will ask, "How come her husband doesn't know , but 　　you do?" Well, I'm about to give you the middle finger. First, you should reread the original novel, "After the New Year." Second, you're just naive. Ask any husband these days 　　— 　　doesn't everyone believe their wife is faithful? But what's the reality? Well, what I'm going to talk about is—things your wife won't tell you. ********** ... 　　Privately, I was her closest confidante. In bed, she told me everything, the most exciting things. Of course she only mentioned many things briefly, but with my patient prompting, I managed to get quite a bit of detail out of her. I admit, some of the details were embellished by me, but that's how rumors spread , isn't it? Do you really think all rumors are true? Whether you believe it or not, I certainly won't. 　　Getting back to the "main story," last time we talked about how Fang Ziyun was called home by her father again— a summons She was so excited! She ran and ran until she reached her parents' house. Why ran? Well, you know, many people do unusual things when they're excited, and Fang Ziyun was no exception. 　　Okay, when she arrived at her parents' house, she was panting heavily. Although it was early spring and the weather wasn't hot, she was practically sweating buckets —oh no! Sweating profusely, she pushed open the door. Her father was sitting on the living room sofa, smoking. The ashtray on the coffee table was overflowing with cigarette butts . Seeing her return, he stubbed out his cigarette and looked up, somewhat surprised, asking, "Ziyun , what are you doing? Why are you all sweaty?" 　　"Ah, nothing. I couldn't get a taxi, so I walked here." 　　Of course, she couldn't say she ran; there was no need to tell others about her foolish act. 　　"The weather doesn't seem too hot today," 　　her father said slowly, standing up. "Look at you, sweating so much. Here, put your coat here and go wash your face!" 　　"...Sigh," Fang Ziyun said awkwardly, tossing her coat onto the sofa and going to the bathroom to wash her face. 　　"Dad, where's Mom?" Fang Ziyun asked while washing her face. 　　"What else could your mother be doing? She went out to play mahjong," 　　her father replied, seemingly helplessly. 　　"Oh." 　　Midnight, her father said again, "Ziyun, Dad wants to tell you, about that day... it was Dad's fault, Dad wasn't sober ." 　　Fang Ziyun was wiping her face, and hearing her father mention it, her face flushed again. She stammered for a long time before finally saying , "No... it's okay, Dad, I understand." 　　"Hmm, Dad is sorry, Dad will never do that again, Dad hopes you can forget about it." 　　Fang Ziyun realized that her father hadn't called her here to "rekindle their past relationship," but to repent. This was different from what she had expected, and she felt a little disappointed. 　　Fang Ziyun was somewhat unwilling to give up. She walked out of the bathroom, smiled, and snuggled up to her father, wrapping her arms around his neck and saying coquettishly, "Dad... we're father and daughter, your daughter understands you, I won't blame you." 　　Her father trembled slightly as she snuggled up to him, "Ziyun... as long as you don't blame Dad... don't blame Dad, that's enough." 　　"I'm still Dad's good daughter, hehe." 　　Fang Ziyun rested her head on her father's shoulder and continued to coquettishly. 　　Her father seemed to want to avoid her, leaning back slightly. "Ziyun, don't do this, Dad's not feeling well ." 　　"Wasn't it always like this?" 　　Fang Ziyun leaned closer. 　　"You were little then, now you're all grown up, and... last time Dad and I... let's not do this." 　　"No, no, I want it, Dad, hug me, you haven't hugged me in so long, it feels so strange." 　　Fang Ziyun persisted. 　　Hearing her say this, her father seemed to be transported back to when Fang Ziyun was a child, acting spoiled. Thinking that a hug was normal for a father and daughter, he leaned over and pulled Fang Ziyun into his arms. 　　"Dad, you know what? I still prefer you to call me Xiao Zi, just like when I was little, it's so warm." Fang Ziyun nestled in her father's arms, whimpering. 　　"Yes, Xiao Zi, Dad's good daughter." 　　Her father said, stroking Fang Ziyun's forehead. 　　Hearing her father call her that, Fang Ziyun recalled how he had called her that when he was excited that day, and her whole body began to heat up, and she even felt a little honey-like fluid flowing from below. 　　"Dad, actually... I can't forget it." 　　Fang Ziyun gently stroked her father's chest. 　　"Can't forget what?" 　　"You're so annoying! Dad, you know that." 　　Fang Ziyun said coquettishly. 　　"Sigh... Ziyun, Dad really made a mistake that day. We're father and daughter, we shouldn't have done that." 　　Her father said with emotion. 　　"You didn't say that back then, you said... you said you just like your daughter..." 　　"No, no, Dad was out of his mind back then, that wasn't Dad's intention." 　　Her father withdrew his hand that was still stroking Fang Ziyun. 　　"Is that so...?" 　　Fang Ziyun looked up at her father with a slight smile. "Then wasn't it Dad's intention to take off his daughter's pants?"

To her father, this seemed like a mockery and sarcasm.

He shoved Fang Ziyun away, "Xiao Zi!"

he cried, "Dad has been feeling guilty about what happened that day. You're my good daughter, yet I did something so

beastly to you. I'm filled with unease every day. I hope you can forgive me and stop blaming me. I'll try

my best to make amends."

"How will you make amends? With what?"

Fang Ziyun hadn't expected her father's reaction. She played along, glaring at him angrily.

"...Xiao Zi...you..."

Her father choked on his words, lowering his head and covering his face with his hands, sighing.

Fang Ziyun felt a pang of guilt seeing her father's remorse. She hadn't intended for him to be like this,

but for some reason, his repeated apologies ignited her anger. Was it anger at his frivolous

actions that day or his cowardly words now? Fang Ziyun was confused.

Her father sat silently on the sofa, clutching his head. The entire living room was quiet, an awkward silence.

Fang Ziyun didn't know whether to comfort him or wait for him to recover.

"Dad, is there any wine?"

Fang Ziyun suddenly felt she needed some alcohol to numb her senses.

"There's a bottle of red wine in the cupboard,"

her father replied in a muffled voice, still not looking up.

Fang Ziyun took the red wine from the cupboard, poured two small glasses, and brought them to her father: "Dad, have some."

Her father took the glass and downed it in one gulp. Helpless, Fang Ziyun poured him another glass.

"Dad, why are you drinking so fast? Have a drink with your daughter, come on, cheers!"

Her father looked up at her, gave a self-deprecating smile: "Is this some kind of compensation?"

"Dad, some mistakes can't be undone, you know?"

Fang Ziyun picked up her glass and said calmly, then downed it in one gulp as well: "You've hurt me, and I

can't forget that hurt."

"Then... what do you want Dad to do?"

her father said dejectedly.

After downing a glass of red wine, Fang Ziyun felt her blood rush to her head, her face flushed as she looked at her father. "I...

I don't know either."

Her father lowered his head and took another small sip, as if speaking to himself, "Sigh... this wine, it's not a

good thing."

"Yes,... it's not a good thing."

Fang Ziyun repeated her father's words and downed another glass.

"Okay! Although Dad doesn't know what to do, Dad can keep you company with this wine."

Her father said as if he had suddenly realized something.

Seeing this, Fang Ziyun leaned close to her father's ear and said affectionately, "Dad, how long has it been since we, father and daughter, drank together

?"

"Heh, the last time was around when you graduated from university, was it because you couldn't find a job or were you heartbroken or something?"

Her father looked at his wine glass, thinking back.

"Dad... I've never been heartbroken, it's always your daughter who doesn't like anyone else, no one else doesn't like your

daughter ."

Fang Ziyun playfully patted her father.

"That's right, our daughter is so beautiful, she has plenty of men pursuing her."

Her father took a big gulp and sighed.

"Dad, are you one of them too?"

Fang Ziyun asked playfully, whispering in her father's ear.

This startled him again; he blushed from his neck to his ears. Seeing his silence,

she pressed on, "What, Dad's shy? Hehe!"

"Shy? Don't tease Dad. So what if I'm one?

I'm the one who loves you the most. You're my daughter,"

her father said, gently patting Fang Ziyun's head.

"Okay, Dad, enough joking around. Let's drink!"

Fang Ziyun said, filling both their glasses.

"Drink up! Dad's going to drink with you to our hearts' content today!"

Her father boldly raised his glass and downed it in one gulp.

The living room clock ticked, its rhythmic chimes blending with the clinking of glasses. In the blink of an eye, a bottle of

red wine was empty. The father, his face flushed, slumped on the sofa. Fang Ziyun wasn't much better off; her cheeks

were rosy, making her look like she was wearing heavy makeup. Her head was spinning, and she could barely see. She held the last

small glass of wine, swirling it in her hand, turning one glass into two, then two into three.

"Dad, I'll punish you with three more glasses,"

Fang Ziyun mumbled, shoving the glass to her father's lips and forcing him to drink.

"Little...Zi...you're drunk...this is...just one glass,"

her father waved his hand dismissively.

"Dad, did you smell my scent that day?"

Fang Ziyun suddenly sat on her father's lap, staring intently into his eyes.

"Little Zi..."

her father looked up at her in surprise.

"Dad...I'm asking you,"

Fang Ziyun whispered, her face close to her father's.

"I...I smelled it,"

her father said, his face still red.

"So...does it smell good?"

Fang Ziyun's breath was almost touching her father's.

"...What are you doing..."

Her father was both embarrassed and annoyed.

"Tell me...Dad, does your daughter smell good down there?"

Fang Ziyun continued to ask softly, her face close to her father's.

"It...smells good, sigh..." Her father sighed, covering his face with one hand.

"Then...do you still want to smell it?"

Fang Ziyun peeked at her father's face.

"Little Zi, we can't go on like this, understand?"

Her father suddenly stood up.

"Dad! You've only made half a mistake and you're already abandoning your daughter?"

Fang Ziyun also stood up.

"It's not that I'm abandoning you, it's that Dad doesn't want to go on like this with you!"

Her father looked at Fang Ziyun righteously.

"Really?"

Fang Ziyun sneered, "Are you sure you don't want to smell your daughter's scent again?"

After saying that, she started to unbutton her top, revealing her snow-white cleavage.

The father, startled, scanned Fang Ziyun's face and chest. "Xiao Zi, you can't..."

Before he could finish, Fang Ziyun's lips pressed against his.

Fang Ziyun's body clung to her father, her arms around his head, kissing him urgently. "Dad...Dad...we

have to finish this mistake before we know if it's wrong."

Fang Ziyun's father was, after all, a man, and no man could resist such blatant temptation,

especially one who had just experienced the effects of alcohol.

So, after a brief moment of stunned silence, the father took the initiative to kiss Fang Ziyun. They kissed passionately,

eagerly consuming their desires, instantly sinking into a sea of passion.

The desire on their tongues lasted for about ten minutes. Just

as , the father moved Fang Ziyun's head away, pressed her onto the sofa, and panted, saying, "Xiao Zi...huff

...good daughter...huff...let Dad smell your scent again."

Then he lowered his head and attacked Fang Ziyun's lower body.

Fang Ziyun then pressed her legs together, pushed her father's head away, and looked at his bewildered eyes with a seductive smile, saying, "No,

let your daughter smell Daddy's scent first."

Fang Ziyun made her father stand up close to the sofa, and slowly stroked his waist with both hands.

Her father's whole body trembled with excitement. She found it very amusing, and then slipped her hands inside his clothes

to tease his nipples.

Her father was stimulated and gasped for breath. Then she leaned close to her father's stomach and gently sniffed, then looked at him with

a mournful look and asked, "Dad... why can't I smell that scent?"

"Little Zi... um... don't tease Daddy."

Her father said, while hurriedly taking off his pants.

"Dad... I know where it is, I'll do it."

Fang Ziyun took her father's hand and took off his outer pants.

Her father's underwear was bulging high, and she believed that if she continued to tease him, it would burst. Fang Ziyun

skillfully pulled out her father's "big guy." She'd only ever pulled

out her husband's before, and now her father's was thriving, which truly shocked her. So that's how big it was that night! No wonder she'd been

so argumentative.

She shyly grasped her father's "big guy," looking at it from left to right, sniffing it. Her father, finding her actions

both cute and sexy, chuckled and asked, "How is it? Does it smell good? Is this the smell?"

Fang Ziyun playfully rolled her eyes at her father: "I won't tell you."

Then she took it into her mouth. Her

father shuddered at her sudden action: "Little girl, so mischievous."

"Ouch! It's too big, I can't take it."

Fang Ziyun pulled back, sticking out her tongue.

Her father forcefully pressed her back in: "Can't take it? How did you eat it that night?"

How did she eat it that night? She ate it like this, drooling and opening her mouth wide to eat it.

Fang Ziyun's saliva dripped onto her breasts, flowing down their curves into her cleavage, where her father groaned

with pleasure .

Suddenly, he thrust hard against her throat, forcing her to cough and spit out, "Dad, cough... cough...

How could you be so cruel to your daughter?"

Seeing this, her father quickly bent down and patted Fang Ziyun's back, "I'm sorry, Dad got a little carried away, just a little carried away."

"I think you just got carried away and wanted to have sex with your daughter, didn't you?"

Fang Ziyun teased her father again.

"Yes, Dad just wanted to have sex with you."

Provoked by her words, her father became aroused and pushed Fang Ziyun onto the sofa, "Let Dad smell

my daughter ."

"Dad..."

A soft moan escaped her lips, a seductive cry...

"Ah, my good daughter."

A sultry sigh followed.

"Dad, where are you licking?"

"My little hole."

"Oh." "Dad, what are you eating?"

"My little water."

"Oh..."

"Dad, come in?"

"Into where?" "

Into my little hole." "With what?"

"With Daddy's big cock."

"Ah...ah...oh..."

"Is it big?"

"Big!" "

How big?"

"Full!"

"How full?"

"Full my foot, is that how you ask?"

"Hehe, Dad's just getting excited."

"Then stop asking, just move."

"Okay, Dad'll listen to you."

Ouch, ouch, heave, heave, huff, huff, huff... The train is starting,

those who just boarded, please sit down and take care of your luggage. We are not responsible for any loss.

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I posted this in a rush yesterday, so some details were lost. Xiao Zi told me after seeing it, and it has been corrected now. I'm

very sorry!

Side 　　Story : The　　　　Wife 's Breakthrough Chapter 5

********** 　　...

I've lost interest. Honestly, it's good enough that WoW has been running for ten years. Thinking back to ten years ago, I

was a kid with a very low arousal threshold. Now, even if a naked woman stood in front of me, I wouldn't get aroused. Why? Don't say

I'm impotent; it's human nature. The desire to explore, the thirst for knowledge, the curiosity about the unknown—that's what keeps human

society progressing. Oh! Sorry, I've gone off-topic again. What I meant was that sex is

the same. You can have sex every day, but try to maintain that for a month? Therefore, sex also needs moderation,

innovation, and breakthroughs.

Fang Ziyun successfully broke through, although a little later than her husband. But

what happens after that breakthrough? A city-wide crackdown? Or a dictatorship? No, no, that would only incite public outrage or lead to

unbearable loneliness at the top. So, after this breakthrough, moderation is still necessary.

Incest is, after all, something that can't be openly discussed; it's condemned by social ethics. If you want to enjoy it, you have to do it

in private . Why? Because many people don't have things they enjoy in private, they can't stand seeing you enjoy them in private. Look at society

today all those "successful people," which one hasn't done things they enjoy in private?

Now I'm sharing these private things with everyone, don't you think I'm noble?

Haha!

Okay, so it's been four months since Fang Ziyun and her father's real incestuous affair.

Why so long? First, to avoid being discovered, to prevent people from finding out about this shameful private affair;

second, ordinary people need time to calm down after committing something that causes them remorse, to

convince themselves to do it again; third, they are waiting for the right opportunity to commit it again, and when the time is right,

they naturally do it.

And sure enough, the opportunity arrived. Early that morning, while the family was having breakfast, her mother-in-law loudly told

her husband to come home for lunch to discuss something. Although it was said openly and frankly, Fang Ziyun knew

that things said so openly often involved something behind the scenes, and that her husband and mother-in-law were definitely up to something. It seemed

they hadn't been causing trouble lately.

So Fang Ziyun decided to give them time to cause trouble, and also time for herself and her father to do the same.

This seemed to be an unspoken agreement. At noon, her husband still called her out of the blue, asking her to come home for lunch, but she

gave a perfunctory reply, saying she was too busy with work to come home. She thought to herself, "What are you two up to? Do you want to drag me down

with you ?"

That afternoon, Fang Ziyun took a sick leave from her boss and took a taxi straight to her parents' house. She didn't call

her father beforehand, because if her mother picked her up, she would know she was coming home and wouldn't go out to play mahjong but would stay

home to cook for her. So, she decided to take the risk. It was Tuesday, and there was a high chance her mother would go out to play mahjong in the afternoon.

Even if her mother was home, she could just say she was going home to get something and then make plans with her father. Before she knew it, she was at her parents' house.

Fang Ziyun mentally chanted, "Mom's not home, Mom

's not home..." as she knocked on the door. The door opened, and her father did; clearly, her mother wasn't home. She thought to herself,

"Sometimes the psychological effect is quite effective."

"Xiao Zi? Why are you back so early? Aren't you at work today?"

her father asked, somewhat surprised.

Hearing her father call her Xiao Zi, Fang Ziyun knew she had a chance. She affectionately hooked her arms around her father's neck and

whispered , "I missed you."

"Didn't you call?"

"Because I wanted to see you."

"...Why does that sound like..."

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