Chapter 55 Dirty Talk in the Car?

Regarding this, there is indeed scientific research proving that men's sexual ability declines as they age. Women, however, do not have a strictly defined refractory period.

During their previous intimate encounter, Liang Huaixu did not notice any signs of this in him, but he did not dare to be careless.

He pays more attention to physical maintenance, healthy routines, and regular living than before, and focuses more on leg muscle training.

If they didn't reconcile, these worries wouldn't be necessary. He used to think that as long as she was happy, he would even support her in finding a better partner.

Now that he has experienced the thrill of not letting go, and has tasted the sweetness of it, he can no longer bring himself to push her away.

As long as you're human, you'll have moments of dissatisfaction.

Liang Huaixu kissed her fiercely this time, transferring all his anxiety into the kiss. He pried into her teeth, entwined his tongue with hers, and ravaged her mouth.

Zhuang Fuyao was brought to tears by this suffocating feeling and tried very hard to push him away.

His suit trousers were close to his off-white long skirt, and the heat seemed to seep through the fabric.

She clutched the back of his shirt tie, a soft sound escaping her lips. It wasn't until the dampness on her cheek brushed against him that Liang Huaixu realized she was crying, and he abruptly let go of her.

"I'm sorry." He gently touched her tear stains, then kissed them away with a mixture of remorse and tenderness. "I'm sorry, Fufu."

Zhuang Fuyao's breathing was uneven, and she had not yet fully recovered from the feeling of being on the verge of suffocation.

Yet, this feeling was also stimulating, as she hadn't been treated by Liang Huaixu in a long time.

Looking down, she saw the man carefully kissing away the tear stains on her chin. A strange itch stirred in her chest, so she pressed him down slightly…

Liang Huaixu understood immediately and kissed her in return. She grabbed his hair and tilted her slender white neck slightly upward.

-

The rain was expected, as winter had just started a couple of days ago.

The grass was slightly damp, becoming vibrant and carrying a subtle fragrance.

Years of experience have made Liang Huaixu very proficient in golf.

The veins on his arms bulged slightly as he carefully observed everything, controlling the force, direction, and slip resistance on the wet surface. At the most crucial moment, he swung and the ball went in.

Zhuang Fuyao opened her eyes, her eyelashes still glistening with tears. "What is this...?"

Before she could finish speaking, she was so provoked that she could only bite her lip and hold back.

The weather had turned cool, but the lake water was still warm. Small boats rocked on the lake, oars glided, and waves rippled.

His hands control the direction.

...

Afterwards, Liang Huaixu patted her back to help her straighten up. His suit pants were in terrible shape, full of wrinkles and wet stains, but his mood was exceptionally bright.

After feeding his girlfriend, his earlier anxiety melted away along with her.

Zhuang Fuyao suddenly pinched him, her tone slightly annoyed, "What are you laughing at?"

Liang Huaixu suppressed a smile and praised her, "Fufu is amazing."

This is the first time I've heard him speak like this...

Zhuang Fuyao didn't know if this counted as dirty talk, but the heat in her body really spread to her face, and she looked down at it.

"Do you... want to...?"

She's in a bit of a sage-like state right now, but she still has a very friendly and helpful nature.

"No, there's not enough time." Liang Huaixu helped her tidy her hair, which was damp with sweat. "You'll go down by yourself in a bit."

-

After drinking, Zhuang Fuyao didn't drive; she rode in Liang Huaixu's car on the way back.

Master Peng was driving in front.

She leaned on Liang Huaixu's shoulder and murmured, "When will we meet again?"

"My time is up to you after get off work. Just send me a message and I'll come over."

"Liang Huaixu, I feel like we're having an affair right now."

Upon hearing this, Master Peng's heart skipped a beat. He silently raised the front partition, blocking out the sound as well.

"..."

Actually, she didn't mean to say anything unpleasant, but she was still amused by Master Peng's action.

The reluctance I felt earlier has dissipated considerably.

The car soon arrived at Qianyue Villa. Fearing that Ms. Ji would see her, Zhuang Fuyao got out of the car outside the gate of the community and then slowly walked in.

I've been really tired lately, but thankfully the busyness has paid off.

The opening of Qingfeng Pavilion went smoothly, and the customer feedback was very good. She sent a large red envelope in the work group.

Thank you, Mr. Zhuang!

[Yay! Long live the boss!!!]

[Mr. Zhuang, I just read the online reviews, and they're almost all positive. The bloggers who visited Qingfeng Pavilion also gave very good feedback.]

Zhuang Fuyao: [Thank you everyone for your hard work!]

She turned off her phone, exhaled, and felt a mix of joy and drowsiness. She had originally planned to go back and get a good night's sleep.

However, plans can change.

As soon as she entered the door, she was met with interrogation from Ms. Ji.

-

Zhuang Fuyao was worried that Ms. Ji would smell the absurd odor from the car earlier, so she went upstairs to take a shower before coming down to find Ms. Ji.

"What's wrong? Why is my dear mother frowning?" she asked, hugging Ms. Ji's arm and acting coquettishly.

Ji Lan broke free from her daughter's embrace. When it was time to be serious, she couldn't let her daughter fool her like that. She asked bluntly, "Did you get back together with Liang Huaixu?"

Zhuang Fuyao blinked, feigning confusion, and said, "No, where did you get this information from?"

Ji Lan slapped her phone on the coffee table. At the top of the screen was a post on Liang Huaixu's WeChat Moments. There was nothing wrong with the post itself, but the problem was Liang Chaoluo's reply in the comments section: 【999[heart]】.

Her face hardened, and her tone turned fierce. "You still say you didn't? Zhuang Fuyao, I'm giving you a chance. Explain now."

Zhuang Fuyao was startled by Ms. Ji's demeanor.

She had gotten used to Ms. Ji's indulgence and almost forgot that during her education, Ms. Ji had always presented a strict image to her... The last time she was so fierce to Ms. Ji seemed to be when she was in high school and Ms. Ji caught her sneaking into an internet cafe with her classmates.

She swallowed hard, knowing that she couldn't be fooled this time.

Now that things have come to this, there's no way to hide it anymore.

Zhuang Fuyao withdrew her previous obedient and ingratiating manner, and said in a stiff tone, "There's nothing to explain."

"Nothing to explain?" Ji Lan laughed angrily. "Have you forgotten what I told you before? I won't allow you to fall into the same trap twice."

Subconsciously, Zhuang Fuyao really didn't want to argue with Ms. Ji. She was no longer the willful and rebellious girl she was at eighteen, and Ms. Zhuang was also getting old; getting angry was bad for her health.

However, she couldn't get over her own conscience if she simply obeyed.

She took a deep breath and tried to communicate calmly with Ms. Ji, "Liang Huaixu is not a pitfall, and I have never fallen into one. Our feelings are still there, so isn't it normal to remarry?"

"That's because you've lost your memory and forgotten all the harm he caused you!" At this point, Ji Lan became somewhat emotional, as she was genuinely worried that her daughter would follow in Xia Meng's footsteps.

"Mom." Ignoring Ms. Ji's objections, Zhuang Fuyao insisted on going over and hugging her, saying in a way that seemed like a retreat, "Let's calm down and talk things over, okay? I may have amnesia, but I still have you all, don't I? Tell me, what specific harm did Liang Huaixu cause me?"

Ji Lan hesitated for two seconds. She hadn't originally planned to tell her daughter about these painful experiences, thinking it was better for her daughter to forget them and start a new life. But little did she know that this new life would involve reuniting with her ex-husband. Now, she had no choice but to tell her.

Ji Lan closed her eyes briefly. "Fu Fu, you've had a miscarriage."

Zhuang Fuyao feigned shock, "Did he do it?"

"No, that's not it."

Zhuang Fuyao continued to ask, "So he cheated on me and caused me to miscarry?"

"No, he wasn't home at the time. You accidentally fell and hurt yourself. It was very serious. By the time you got to the hospital, the baby was already beyond saving."

"In that case, why do you say it was him who caused me harm?"

Her daughter spoke earnestly, as if she were genuinely curious, but Ji Lan frowned, unsure how to respond.

After a long pause, he said, "But it happened during your marriage, when you were in a particularly bad state."

"After a miscarriage, no one can recover well."

Zhuang Fuyao's tone was somewhat heavy. Every time she heard about the miscarriage, she felt heartbroken for herself at that time and for the child who had not yet been born.

“It’s been a long time since the miscarriage, and you’ve been depressed ever since. He’s your husband, and your emotions are inextricably linked to him.”

Zhuang Fuyao: "Besides this, is there anything else?"

Ji Lan paused for a moment, as if she was thinking.

Zhuang Fuyao pressed her advantage, "Mom, you see, you can't really say exactly what harm he has caused me, right? If that's the case, why are you so against me being with him?"

“That’s not how it is,” Ji Lan tried to tell her about Xia Meng.

“Others are others, and we are different. Your friend’s husband cheated, but Liang Huaixu did not.”

"I disagree!"

Ji Lan was annoyed by her daughter's stubbornness, and they were about to start arguing.

Zhuang Shaoping came out of the room. "What's going on? I just finished taking a shower and I heard you two arguing."

"Ask your wife." Zhuang Fuyao's temper was also rising.

After understanding the situation, Zhuang Shaoping coaxed both sides and finally persuaded his wife to go back to her room. He winked at his daughter and mouthed, "You should go back and rest early too. This matter needs to be discussed in detail."

With Lao Zhuang's coaxing, Ms. Ji's emotions stabilized, but Zhuang Fuyao became increasingly depressed.

She was already holding a grudge because of her separation from Liang Huaixu, and this incident only intensified that anger, making her feel suffocated.

She made a phone call to Liang Huaixu.

Liang Huaixu had just returned home and taken a shower when his phone rang in his room. It was the middle of the night, and only Zhuang Fuyao would call him like that. Without even drying his hair, he quickly went to get the phone.

Hearing her voice tremble with tears, his expression instantly turned serious. He switched to video call and saw that her eyes and nose were red from crying. His heart skipped a beat, and he said gently, "Tell me, what happened?"

Zhuang Fuyao told Liang Huaixu about her argument with Ms. Ji, and hiccuped as she said, "I was determined to lose weight yesterday, but now that I'm upset, I want to have a late-night snack again."

"We have some Gillardeau oysters that were flown in this morning. I've asked the kitchen to grill them now, sprinkle them with minced garlic and chopped green onions, and bring them over to you, okay?"

"I don't want to eat this right now," Zhuang Fuyao pouted. "I want to eat roasted sweet potatoes, the kind sold at roadside stalls."

Upon hearing this, Liang Huaixu's brows finally relaxed. "Okay, I'll go buy it for you."