The first day of the Lunar New Year.
The faint winter sunlight broke free from the leaden gray clouds, transforming into strands of pale golden rays that slanted through the spotless floor-to-ceiling windows, gently spilling onto the mirror-smooth marble floor.
The air carried the rich aroma of soy milk, the crispy scent of fried dough sticks, and the warm, grainy fragrance of millet porridge—all elements of what should have been a warm and peaceful festive scene.
Yet, the atmosphere in the living room felt colder than the snow still clinging to the windowsill outside.
On the massive rosewood dining table, only the occasional crisp clink of porcelain bowls and spoons echoed, along with deliberately suppressed sounds of chewing and swallowing.
This excessive silence made every faint noise seem unnervingly sharp.
Lin Jianguo, seated at the head of the table, wore an expression of utter misery.
In his fifty-plus years, this was the first time he hadn't slept in the soft, comfortable bed of the master bedroom. Instead, he had spent the night curled up in the study next door, a room crammed with odds and ends.
Though the radiant floor heating kept him from freezing, the makeshift hardwood plank bed felt like a silent mockery of his status as head of the household. It tormented his aging back, making it feel as if it might snap.
A sleepless night left his eye sockets sunken, with faint dark circles hanging beneath his eyelids.
In stark contrast, his daughter-in-law Su Yu, sitting diagonally across from him, presented a completely different picture.
Her cheeks glowed with a healthy flush. In the morning light, her skin, soft and snow-white, appeared so delicate it seemed it could be pierced by a mere touch, like the finest white jade.
Her peach-blossom eyes, always sparkling with life, now held a dewy sheen. This added a layer of fresh, dewy charm to her already stunning beauty—a look of having been thoroughly nourished and blessed.
Late last night, after she and her husband Lin Zhe had reached that twisted mutual agreement, it was as if a long-dormant switch within her body had been flipped. They then made love twice more, tirelessly and with unbridled passion.
The intense pleasure felt as though Su Yu's body had been completely dismantled and reassembled. Every inch of her muscles retained the lingering soreness and weakness after lovemaking.
Yet her spirit soared to unprecedented heights.
Once the floodgates of taboo opened, what poured forth was not merely a torrent of desire, but also the primal craving for danger and excitement lurking in humanity's deepest recesses.
She had deliberately chosen this outfit for today.
A cream-colored knit top with an extremely low neckline, its soft cashmere fabric clinging tightly to her ample bust. It generously lifted her snow-white, full D-cup breasts upward, squeezing them into a deep, alluring cleavage that seemed capable of swallowing all light.
With her slightest movement, the voluptuous snowballs swayed slightly, radiating astonishing elasticity and vitality.
Her lower half was clad in light blue skinny denim shorts. The high-waisted design perfectly accentuated her slender waist, while also tracing the curves of her full, pert buttocks and a pair of long, straight legs to devastating effect.
She picked up a piece of golden-brown bacon, placed it elegantly in her mouth, and chewed it slowly with her pearly teeth.
At that moment, Su Yu keenly sensed that across the table, her father-in-law Lin Jianguo's cloudy yet still aggressive eyes were repeatedly sweeping over the dazzling expanse of snow-white skin on her chest.
Each glance was utterly unabashed, carrying a hint of greed and hunger, as if he were performing a lewd act of licking with his eyes.
This blatant visual assault sent waves of tingling itchiness surging uncontrollably deep within Su Yu's lower abdomen. The secret flower bud between her thighs even began to slightly open and moisten.
Meanwhile, her husband Lin Zhe, seated beside her, resembled a tense spectator.
He kept his head bowed, yet his peripheral vision locked onto Lin Jianguo across the table.
When he caught his father's unabashed gaze repeatedly fixated on his wife's chest, Lin Zhe felt blood surging wildly through his lower body. His cock swelled uncontrollably, nearly reaching full erection.
Even after confronting his wife, this shameful, illicit pleasure left him both revelled in and tormented.
The calmest presence at the table was Wang Xiulan herself.
She wore a well-tailored beige home outfit, her jet-black hair pulled back into a meticulous bun. Her face bore delicate, subtle makeup, making her appear merely a woman in her thirties.
She held her spoon, sipping porridge with elegant grace, as if last night's humiliation and today's undercurrents had nothing to do with her.
But no one knew what lay beneath that calm surface—a volcano ready to erupt.
The next instant, Su Yu lifted the milk glass beside her, her red lips brushing the rim as she took a small sip. A playful smear of white milk lingered on her luscious lips, adding a touch of innocent allure.
Then, her hand moved silently beneath the table, finding her husband Lin Zhe's gradually stiffening cock through his pants. Her fingertips teased it with just the right amount of pressure.
Feeling her husband's body tense instantly and his suppressed gasp, Su Yu's lips curved into a seductive smile.
Then, she rose gracefully, picked up the purple clay teapot from the table, and walked elegantly to Lin Jianguo's side.
"Dad, your tea."
Her voice was sweet as honey, so obediently charming it could stir affection in any man.
Lin Jianguo froze at her words, as if jolted awake from a sensual reverie.
He instinctively raised his hand to accept the steaming cup.
Just as their hands were about to touch the teacup, an unexpected shift occurred.
Su Yu's fingers suddenly seemed to lose their strength, tilting slightly. That slender, soft index finger, carrying a hint of milky fragrance, "accidentally" and gently slid slowly across the back of Lin Jianguo's hand.
The soft, delicate touch struck Lin Jianguo like a high-voltage current.
His body jerked violently, his soul seemingly leaving his body in that instant.
Clatter.
The chopsticks in his hand fell to the floor, their sharp clatter echoing through the silent living room.
In that moment, Lin Jianguo felt the exhaustion of a sleepless night vanish completely.
Replacing it was an unstoppable, primal urge.
Beneath the large dining table, his thick cock swelled, thickened, and hardened at an almost shameful speed, veins bulging.
Lin Jianguo paid no attention to the fallen chopsticks. Instead, he jerked his head up, his breath heavy as he locked eyes with his daughter-in-law.
Deep within those clear, luminous eyes, he saw it flash—a sly, fox-like smile.
This woman was doing it on purpose!
Not only was she unafraid of him, she was beginning to relish this twisted relationship!
She was even starting to toy with him!
Realizing this, Lin Jianguo's breathing grew even heavier.
He felt like a wild beast chained by the neck, his primal desires repeatedly teased by the softest feather—this alluring daughter-in-law before him.
And Wang Xiulan took it all in.
Without even lifting her gaze, she caught every detail with the corner of her eye: her husband's body stiffening, his chopsticks dropping, and her daughter-in-law's triumphant look.
Her heart had long sunk to the icy bottom of a lake.
"Good. Very good."
"Now he doesn't even know who's behind him!"
Wang Xiulan raged inwardly. Yet her face remained composed, even elegant—not merely due to her upbringing in refined manners, but because last night, upon sensing something amiss between her husband and daughter-in-law, she had reached a final conclusion.
Fire cannot be concealed forever.
Once ignited, the twisted relationship between her husband and daughter-in-law would never be easily extinguished.
Therefore, this seemingly perfect family had no reason to continue existing.
So last night, she had stayed up drafting the divorce agreement word by word on her computer.
Divorce was inevitable.
But she wouldn't let that adulterous pair off so easily.
She demanded the lion's share of Lin Jianguo's factories, properties, and savings.
She had painstakingly sustained this household for over two decades—why should she pay for someone else's mistakes?
All that was missing now were concrete pieces of evidence that would utterly destroy that adulterous pair, leaving them no room for defense.
Then, when the day of reckoning finally arrived, Wang Xiulan would hurl that agreement directly into Lin Jianguo's face.
At that moment, that adulterous pair wouldn't walk away from this home with a single penny!
Everything in this household—all the assets—belonged to her, to her and her son.
Thinking of her son, Wang Xiulan's gaze drifted involuntarily across the room.
To that poor child, still oblivious and caught in the fog of ignorance in her eyes.
Instantly, a genuine flicker of sympathy and pity flickered in Wang Xiulan's eyes.
"Such a foolish boy... His own wife is flirting with her father-in-law right in front of him, and he still doesn't know a thing..."
Deep inside, Wang Xiulan felt a wave of injustice and resentment for her son.
"Xiao Zhe."
The next instant, her voice rang out unexpectedly, shattering the eerie silence.
Her tone was incredibly gentle, tinged with that unique maternal affection laced with playful scolding:
"Look at you, sauce smeared on your lips. So clumsy and careless. After all these years of marriage, you still act like a child."
As she spoke, Wang Xiulan made a move that surprised everyone.
Instead of reaching for the napkin on the table, she extended her well-maintained, pale, soft index finger and gently wiped the sauce from Lin Zhe's lips.
Lin Zhe, still immersed in the complex emotions stirred by his wife and father's forbidden interaction, was startled by his mother's finger brushing his mouth. His entire body tensed, freezing him in place.
Her fingertip carried a faint coolness and the subtle, elegant floral scent that lingered on her skin.
That smooth, delicate touch instantly awakened all his memories of kissing her in the stairwell last night.
Wang Xiulan's soft fingertip lingered deliberately on Lin Zhe's lips for a heart-stoppingly brief moment.
The gesture was too intimate.
Intimate beyond the boundaries between mother and son, sending Lin Zhe's heart racing. The lewd fantasies about his "cheating wife" scattered from his mind, replaced by even more forbidden and sinful memories involving his mother.
"Mom, I..."
Lin Zhe's cheeks flushed crimson as he instinctively tried to pull away.
"Stay still. Come closer."
Wang Xiulan's voice remained gentle, yet carried an undeniable command.
Her fingers wiped away the soy sauce stain but didn't withdraw immediately. Instead, they slid downward, gently adjusting her son's collar.
And in that motion, her fingertips once again "accidentally" brushed lightly against Lin Zhe's Adam's apple.
Visibly, Lin Zhe's Adam's apple twitched uncontrollably in response to the tension, meeting his mother's soft fingertips.
Just as Lin Zhe felt utterly flustered, Wang Xiulan suddenly spoke again:
"Alright, let's eat."
Wang Xiulan withdrew her hand with a satisfied expression, as if she had done nothing out of the ordinary.
Yet at that moment, the atmosphere at the table had grown even more peculiar and fraught with hidden currents than before.
The smile on Su Yu's face froze completely.
Watching the overly intimate interaction between her mother-in-law and husband, an inexplicable jealousy and intense unease—one she hadn't even recognized within herself—suddenly surged through her. She couldn't help but mutter inwardly:
"Are they... usually this close?"
Lin Jianguo's eyes nearly popped out of his head, his lungs threatening to burst with rage.
The hands that belonged solely to him—hands he hadn't caressed properly in ages—were now touching his son's lips and throat with a tenderness he'd never witnessed before.
Those areas held profound sexual connotations for a man.
What was she doing?
Revenge? Using his own son to get back at him?
She knew everything after all!
Facing the stunned and furious stares from her husband and daughter-in-law, Wang Xiulan merely rolled her eyes in disdain before lowering her head again. She continued sipping her porridge with grace, as if everything that had just happened had nothing to do with her.
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