A charming widow in her 70s married a factory manager and raised his children.

Chapter 164 is indeed one I like.

Zhuang Qingxiang coughed lightly: "Yueyue, you watch your little brother, I'm going to teach you how to stew chicken with Uncle Lu."

Zhuang Qingxiang was certain that if Lu Congyue and Xiao Qianyue were left alone together, they would definitely talk about all sorts of things, and she had to prevent that from happening.

"Aren't you leaving yet?" She nudged Lu Congyue, urging him to go out.

Lu Congyue obediently let her push him out and went with her to the kitchen to help her start the fire and cook.

Throughout, his gaze was practically glued to her. Seeing that she remained silent, he couldn't help but speak up, "Yueyue is right, a child needs a father too, don't you think?"

"I said I don't need it." Zhuang Qingxiang refused quite decisively. "She has a father, but he's dead."

Lu Congyue pursed his lips, revealing a wronged expression, and muttered in a voice that was neither too loud nor too soft: "Fine, I won't give you a title, but don't even think about abandoning me after starting something."

She made it so obvious that he couldn't pretend he didn't know.

Want to leave? The doors are locked and the windows are blocked!

The two fell silent again. Zhuang Qingxiang quickly poured water into the pot, covering the prepared chicken, put the lid on, wiped her hands, and left.

Lu Congyue spoke up at that moment: "Why exactly? You have to give me a plausible reason."

Zhuang Qingxiang paused, just as Lu Congyue said again, "Don't tell me you don't want to remarry. I've already said it, you don't need a formal title."

Zhuang Qingxiang frowned slightly, wondering how there could be someone like him in this world.

"Before I met you, I never thought about getting married and having children. After I met you, I wanted to get married, but you didn't want to. So I listened to you and did everything you asked. Why are you still doing this?"

"Our relationship..." Zhuang Qingxiang began with difficulty, "is abnormal, you understand? It's not suitable to continue..."

As soon as she finished speaking, Lu Congyue hugged her from behind, pulling her tightly into his arms.

His low, husky voice whispered in my ear, "You can be normal if you want, you know that. If you choose not to be normal, then you're not normal. I'll listen to you..."

"Zhuang Qingxiang, I'll listen to you on everything else, but not on breaking up!"

After saying that, he grabbed her chin, forcing her to turn her head, and then his kiss landed on her lips.

Perhaps fearing that she might actually make up her mind to leave, Lu Congyue noticed her struggle and changed the force of his kiss from urgent and heavy to gentle and lingering, doing everything he could to entice her breath.

One hand held her firmly, preventing her from breaking free or escaping, while the other hand traced the edge of her dress up to her slender, smooth waistline.

Zhuang Qingxiang's waist went limp instantly, and she let out a soft moan between his lips. The hands that had been blocking between the two of them also lost their strength.

Those past secret nights, whether hasty or unrestrained, were enough for Lu Congyue to become familiar with her body and reactions, and to know his influence over her; she was always the one who would surrender the fastest.

After a long while, he finally let her breathe freely, but his lips remained pressed against hers as he said in a hoarse voice, "Don't say we're not suitable, and don't say you don't like it. I know very well whether you like it or not..."

Her reaction was so straightforward, how could she not like him? Even if she only liked his body, that was still liking him, how could she bear to leave?

"You..." Zhuang Qingxiang was embarrassed and angry, wanting him to let her go, but she only managed to say one word before her mouth was covered again.

"If you're going to say something unpleasant right away, then don't say anything for now," Lu Congyue murmured, feeling both annoyed and aggrieved.

Zhuang Qingxiang didn't have the strength to break free. Just as Lu Congyue said, her body was very honest. She liked him. As soon as he got close, her body would surrender and she would uncontrollably give a reaction.

Soon, Zhuang Qingxiang's mind went blank, and all she knew was that the man's embrace was hotter than the fire in the furnace.

The water in the pot boiled, the bubbling sound mingling with the aroma of stewed chicken filling the small kitchen, along with the crackling of burning wood and the increasingly disordered breathing of the two people...

"Xiang... I want..." Lu Congyue finally loosened his grip slightly, his forehead pressed against hers, his breath mingling with hers, his deep eyes looking at her as if he were about to swallow her whole.

He only said two words, which were pronounced the same, but Zhuang Qingxiang could understand their meaning.

She was so overwhelmed by his kisses that she could barely stand, relying entirely on him for support. Hearing his question, she even licked her lips in a frenzy, but she knew it wouldn't work.

He's always like this; if she takes even half a step back, he'll launch an attack. He's utterly shameless.

Lu Congyue stared intently at her lips, unable to resist moving closer again.

Did she realize that the way she licked her lips was practically seducing him?

"No!" Zhuang Qingxiang turned her head away, and his lips landed on her cheek.

He wasn't angry; he kissed and coaxed her until he kissed her lips again.

Zhuang Qingxiang knew that if things continued like this, she would definitely not be able to stop it.

"No..." she struggled to speak, "the child..."

"Yueyue is very good and will watch over her little brother. I have very good hearing," Lu Congyue coaxed her softly.

Zhuang Qingxiang's eyes welled up with tears as she tried to calm him down, so she quickly said, "Tonight, tonight, okay...?"

Just like before, after the child fell asleep, she spoke to him with her eyes, pleading with him.

Lu Congyue wanted more when she looked at him like that, but he knew she was afraid, so he suddenly pulled her tightly into his arms, breathing heavily to calm his boiling blood.

Zhuang Qingxiang slowly calmed her breathing and heartbeat in his arms, secretly annoyed that he didn't care. If Yueyue ran in and saw this, she didn't know what childish things she would say.

Just then, Xiao Qianyue's voice suddenly rang out.

"Mother, Uncle Lu, what are you doing? Are you getting married?"

The two people were struck as if by a thunderbolt, and their figures were suddenly thrown apart. Zhuang Qingxiang's face was on fire and her head was smoking. With her back to the door, she quickly checked if there was anything wrong with her clothes.

Lu Congyue was so shocked that his mind went blank for a moment. He suddenly sat down on a small stool and started poking around in the stove with a fire poker.

His face was also eerily red, like flames.

Neither of the adults spoke. Little Qian Yue looked at them expectantly and asked again, "Mommy, Uncle Lu, why aren't you talking to me? What's wrong with you?"

Zhuang Qingxiang had already pulled her clothes tight, turned around, smoothed her hair, and forced a smile, "Yueyue? Why are you here? Why weren't you inside watching over your brother?"

In her heart, she had already cursed Lu Congyue to the point of being furious.

Who just said they had good hearing?

If I hadn't had good self-control, and he had actually succeeded, I don't know how embarrassing I would be now.

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became, and she couldn't help but tilt her head and glare fiercely at Lu Congyue.

Lu Congyue saw this, quickly lowered his head, touched his nose, and dared not say a word, for fear of being scolded by Zhuang Qingxiang.

God knows, he really does have excellent hearing, but there was a reason for what happened just now—he was simply infatuated…