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

Chapter 217 It's Not Dirty Anymore

Under the dim light, the man's brows furrowed with an unreadable emotion.

Zhuang Qingxiang stood still, swallowed hard, and asked in a low voice, "How was your trip into the mountains with Huang Cuilan today?"

Lu Congyue frowned slightly: "Come here and talk!"

"Let's put it that way," Zhuang Qingxiang replied, then immediately noticed the dangerous glint in the man's eyes.

She had seen this too many times and knew what he wanted, so she quickly turned around and went back to her room: "You've had a long day, we can talk about it tomorrow."

The door had barely opened a crack when the man appeared silently behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist.

The hot air enveloped her from behind, and Zhuang Qingxiang froze at first, then struggled.

"Relax, don't do that...the child will see..."

He loosened the arm around his waist for a moment, then pulled the light cord, and the light went out.

In the darkness, a hand at her waist lifted the hem of her clothes.

The moment the scalding palm touched her skin, Zhuang Qingxiang bit her lip hard, suppressing a soft gasp that almost escaped her lips.

The door was still ajar. She braced one hand on the doorframe and gripped the handle tightly with the other, unsure whether to push it open to go in or close it to go out.

The man's body pressed against hers, his hands disappearing inside her clothes, moving up her waistline and stopping at her most prominent point...

If it weren't for the man supporting her, Zhuang Qingxiang would have already slipped to the ground, her lips trembling as she uttered a soft sound: "No..."

"Xiang, you're avoiding me, why?"

With her ear bitten, Zhuang Qingxiang hurriedly raised one hand to cover her mouth, and with the other hand covered the bulging part of her clothes.

She couldn't hold him down with all her strength. When she pressed down on his upper hand, his other hand moved down. When she pressed down on his lower hand, his upper hand started moving again. Zhuang Qingxiang's lips were slightly parted, and she looked up, panting heavily, with tears welling up in her eyes.

She wanted to say no, that she was a filthy woman who had given birth to a child of unknown father, but she couldn't utter a single word; all she could manage were faint, fragmented sounds.

As he pulled her towards him, Zhuang Qingxiang choked back tears and hugged him, saying, "Let me help you, okay?"

Lu Congyue froze: "What do you mean?"

"I can help you." Zhuang Qingxiang's hand slid down along his strong muscle lines.

Lu Congyue was so angry he almost laughed.

He had just made her feel good, and it seemed like he was about to seduce her, when she gave him this?

"What are you thinking?" Lu Congyue pressed both her hands directly above her head. "Don't tell me you don't want to. I have evidence. Do you want me to confirm it with you again?"

Zhuang Qingxiang wanted to cry.

She clearly didn't want to; she just got confused the moment she touched him. Why did he have to say it?!

Lu Congyue lowered his head and kissed her unpleasant lips, his kiss fierce as if he wanted to devour her.

He only released her when she struggled to breathe, his voice hoarse as he said, "You're mine now. You're covered in my scent from head to toe. I want you, and you're the only one I want in this life, so you can't refuse me..."

The punishing kiss followed, starting from her hair and kissing every inch of her skin, ensuring that even her breath was tinged with his scent.

Zhuang Qingxiang was in a daze, but the weight in her heart gradually disappeared with each of his kisses. Just as he said, she had become imbued with his scent, and only with his scent.

It doesn't seem so dirty anymore, does it?

Tears fell silently in the darkness. She suddenly hugged him tightly, crying and begging him to kiss her, again and again, until fireworks burst above their heads. She couldn't resist and bit his forearm...

Zhuang Qingxiang didn't know when she fell asleep, only that when she woke up she was on the kang (a heated brick bed) in the inner room, her whole body aching.

A startled cry came from outside the door: "Uncle Lu, who bit your arm...?"

Zhuang Qingxiang sat up abruptly, but then lay back down heavily halfway up.

Her waist...

Last night, it seems, was on the small bed. Because the space was too small, he folded her up and down a lot, and she was trembling so badly that she bit his arm in frustration to stop herself from crying out.

Did she bite that hard?

Covering her burning face, Zhuang Qingxiang dared not get out of bed, afraid that Xiao Qianyue would see her face as red as a boiled shrimp.

"It was bitten by a puppy," she heard Lu Congyue's teasing reply.

Zhuang Qingxiang was so angry that she threw off the blanket again: He really knows how to talk nonsense, who is he deliberately trying to insult?

Little Qian Yue continued to exclaim, "Puppy? Where's the puppy? Uncle Lu, I want to see a puppy!"

"Cough... I ran into him last night, but I have no idea where he is now."

"Are puppies fun?"

"It's fun."

Zhuang Qingxiang couldn't listen anymore: "Yueyue!"

"Mommy!" The little girl instantly forgot about the puppy and came running over. "You're awake? Mommy, you woke up so late today. Are you feeling unwell? Are you sick? Why is your face so red?"

"No..." Zhuang Qingxiang hurriedly asked, "What time is it now?"

"It's almost noon. Uncle Lu asked Teacher Sun and Uncle Shi to go to the cafeteria to buy food," Xiao Qianyue replied in a clear voice.

Zhuang Qingxiang's face turned bright red once again.

It's already noon? And Sun Yongxian and Shi Peiran have both been here? Well...

Zhuang Qingxiang couldn't lie still any longer and quickly propped herself up to sit up.

No sooner had she sat up than Xiao Qianyue exclaimed in surprise, "Mom, what happened to you? Did you get bitten by bugs? There are some here too..."

Zhuang Qingxiang looked down and saw that her collar was crookedly torn open, revealing a patch of skin at her collarbone with a clear red mark on it.

Zhuang Qingxiang suddenly covered her collar.

"Mom, you got bitten on the arm too!" Little Qian Yue jumped up and down in a panic. "How come the insects in winter are even worse than in summer?"

Zhuang Qingxiang then noticed that there was a red mark above her wrist, which was exposed after her sleeve slipped down.

This man...

He's the one who was born in the Year of the Dog!

Zhuang Qingxiang dared not move any further, afraid that the little girl would see more.

Fortunately, Lu Congyue saved her in time.

"Yueyue, go to the kitchen with Uncle Lu to boil some water so your mother can rest a little longer."

"Mom, I'll go talk to Uncle Lu and ask him to buy some medicine for you to apply."

Xiao Qianyue dashed out in a flash. Zhuang Qingxiang heard her talking as she went out with Lu Congyue, so she quickly lifted her clothes to check.

There were marks on my calves from his kisses and bites in places I could see.

He truly made sure that her entire body was covered in his scent.

Zhuang Qingxiang, her face flushed, quickly got out of bed and buttoned all the buttons on her shirt and coat to the top. She looked in the mirror but it still didn't look right, so she took a scarf and wrapped it around her neck twice.

When Sun Yongxian and Shi Peiran returned with the food, they were both very surprised to see Zhuang Qingxiang bundled up as if she were in postpartum confinement.

"Sister Zhuang, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

"Hmm...it's a bit chilly..." Zhuang Qingxiang coughed twice to indicate that she was feeling unwell.

Xiao Qianyue chimed in, "My mother had a fever when she woke up; her face was flushed red."

"Is it that serious?" Shi Peiran frowned. "Shall I go to the infirmary to get you some medicine?"

"No, no need, I've already eaten..." Zhuang Qingxiang hurriedly said, "There's food at home."