Rong Yan heated up a glass of milk and handed it to Shen Xingzhi.
Shen Xingzhi hugged him to warm her hands.
As the underfloor heating gradually warmed up, the two took off their coats and sat on the floor chatting.
At nine o'clock, Fu Jingsheng came out to remind him that it was time to rest.
"See you tomorrow." Shen Xingzhi returned to her guest room.
There were several unread messages on the phone screen while it was charging; when I opened them, they were all from Yu Wenhao.
After dinner, Yu's mother washed the dishes and tidied the table. Yu Wenhao used work as an excuse to go to his study and send messages to his wife. He didn't get a reply after a few messages, so he guessed that Shen Xingzhi and Rong Yan were chatting. He put down his phone and found something to do.
When Yu's mother waited until eight o'clock and her son did not come out, she went to the study to ask Yu Wenhao if he could talk to her for a while.
Yu Wenhao didn't want to chat with his mother, but since she had come all this way, it seemed unreasonable to leave her standing there.
He stood up and said, "Okay, I'll start working after you've rested."
Yu's mother actually asked Yu Wenhao when he was going to have a child, saying that children of his age in the village were already old enough to run errands.
Yu Wenhao almost blurted out that Shen Xingzhi was pregnant: "It'll be soon."
"Soon?" Mrs. Yu asked, seemingly understanding. "Xingzhi isn't pregnant, is she?"
"No, no," Yu Wenhao quickly denied.
"So that's what you're planning?" Mrs. Yu asked again.
"Mom, don't worry about this. We have our own plans." Yu Wenhao was afraid that continuing this topic would lead to him accidentally letting something slip.
“How can I not worry? While I’m still able to walk and healthy, I should give birth quickly and I’ll take care of the baby.” In Yu’s mother’s mind, the elderly should help take care of the child.
Upon hearing his mother's words, Yu Wenhao dared not tell her that his wife was pregnant.
“Mom, these days we’re all about scientific parenting. It’s much better to have a postpartum nanny take care of the baby than to do it yourself. You’ve worked hard your whole life, you should enjoy your retirement. This place is different from the countryside, where older people rarely take care of children.” Yu Wenhao gave her a heads-up in advance.
Of course, the result was another heated argument with my mother, with neither of us willing to concede to the other's point of view.
Finally, Mrs. Yu stormed back to her room and slammed the door shut.
Like his mother, Yu Wenhao was furious.
In any case, he must send his mother back by tomorrow at the latest. Every extra day she stays here, Yu Wenhao feels incredibly depressed. He can't work properly, and he can't even sleep well.
Back in her room, Mrs. Yu felt wronged. She cried and accused her son of being unfilial, and her crying grew louder and louder in an attempt to get his attention.
When Yu Wenhao went to the kitchen to get water, he heard crying. He knocked on the door and said, "Mom, it's the middle of the night, can you please stop making noise? You're disturbing the neighbors' rest."
When Yu's mother cried, she deliberately closed the window, but left the door to the room a crack open.
After saying this, Yu Wenhao didn't offer any words of comfort to his mother and went back to his room.
He was deeply distressed, but he couldn't tell his wife.
Around 9 o'clock, Shen Xingzhi replied that she had just finished chatting with Rong Yan and was now back in her room. She asked Yu Wenhao about his family situation, and Yu Wenhao lied and said that it was alright, and that he would send his mother back tomorrow.
Shen Xingzhi didn't interfere with her husband's decision. She replied, "You decide for yourself. Xiao Ke has taken leave. I can stay at Rong Yan's house for two days."
In the master bedroom, Fu Jingsheng leaned against the window, wearing long-sleeved pajamas because there were outsiders in the house.
Rong Yan wrapped her arms around her husband's waist: "Xingzhi will go back after two days. I don't think Yu Wenhao will let his mother stay for too long. Honey, I'm sorry, I know you don't like having outsiders staying at home."
Fu Jingsheng stroked his wife's cheek with his fingers: "It's a good thing that you offer help when your friend needs it, why apologize?"
Rong Yan bit her husband's chin: "Do you really think so?"
"Okay." The man nodded. "Just come and keep me company before 9:30, honey. I have something good to show you."
Fu Jingsheng looked mysterious.
Rong Yan tilted her head and asked, "You bought me a gift again? Is it some kind of anniversary?" The woman was puzzled.
She is often busy with work and forgets many holidays, while Fu Jingsheng is full of rituals.
After remarrying, Rong Yan often felt that she and her husband had switched roles. She used to crave all kinds of rituals, but now she takes them less seriously. Fu Jingsheng, who used to be easygoing, now values these things.
“No.” Fu Jingsheng shook his head.
He took his wife's hand and walked to the wardrobe: "Open the door yourself."
"What else could it be but a gift? A contract?" Rong Yan couldn't think of anything else.
Fu Jingsheng told her to see for herself.
The woman was stunned the moment the closet door opened; various kinds of aphrodisiac clothes hung on the rack, and below were...
Rong Yan picked through the clothes with very little fabric, some of which even looked tattered, and asked, "Fu Jingsheng, why did you buy these?"
"Curious," the man uttered slowly.
"You want me to wear this? And all these other things too." Rong Yan gasped.
Nurses' uniforms and flight attendant uniforms are considered conservative, but the clothes in front of me—can they even be called clothes? Just two pieces of cloth and a strap.
Fu Jingsheng then asked Rong Yan to open the closet where he kept his clothes.
Hanging inside were the clothes Fu Jingsheng had bought for himself to wear for the occasion.
Rong Yan was completely dumbfounded.
"What?"
"That's the one, put it on." Fu Jingsheng picked out two outfits from the pile.
Rong Yan initially resisted, but she couldn't resist the man's persistent pleading.
After they put them on, they actually looked quite alluring.
It must be said that Fu Jingsheng has a very good understanding of his body shape and chooses clothes that accentuate his strengths and minimize his weaknesses.
He glanced at it and his face immediately turned red.
The pink dress made Rong Yan look even fairer, and the half-shoulder strap hanging on her arm added a touch of languidness. The neckline was deliberately made to look worn and tattered, giving it a slightly distressed feel.
The clothes barely covered her buttocks, leaving her long, beautiful legs completely exposed.
Everything was just right.
Fu Jingsheng couldn't take his eyes off his wife. He admired her beauty and couldn't bear to touch her, as if touching her would ruin the feeling.
Rong Yan didn't expect this dress to be so beautiful.
She looked at herself in the mirror and was attracted to herself, even as a woman.
"Fu Jingsheng, I think I should take my clothes off. I'm afraid you'll break me." Rong Yan's unspoken meaning was that even without any makeup, she could arouse Fu Jingsheng's excessive desire, let alone now.
She was really afraid that the man would lose control and stay up all night.
Fu Jingsheng has been busy with work these past few days and hasn't had a proper time with Rong Yan yet.
He pointed at his wife's shoulder: "I... be gentle, honey, be gentle all night, you can go to the company tomorrow night."
“No, I can’t.” Rong Yan brushed her husband’s fingers away. “I have to get up early to take Xingzhi there.”
"I'll have Xiao Liu pick you up, honey, hurry up." Fu Jingsheng was really looking forward to it.
He pressed his lips to Rong Yan's ear, gently opening and closing them. Rong Yan quickly became aroused, and her hands unconsciously climbed up her husband's back.
Her body went limp in Fu Jingsheng's arms, their hot skin pressed together.
Fu Jingsheng kissed him through the thin fabric of his clothes.
Saliva dampened the lace trim.
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