What man could refuse such a request from his wife?
Liang Canwen entered the room, standing behind the curvaceous, qipao-clad beauty of a wife. A strange urge surged through him, a desire to vent the recent betrayal that had filled him with rage. His reason warned him that doing so would be a crime, a minimum of five years in prison.
He raised his hand to the zipper on Ye Fanzhi's neck. His fingers brushed against her skin accidentally, and Ye Fanzhi let out a soft, "Ah~" of a moan, her body trembling slightly.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing, it's just… I'm very sensitive to men touching my neck. It makes me tingle all over."
"???"
Why was this woman telling him this?
Liang Canwen slowly unzipped the dress, revealing her beautiful back inch by inch.
Hmm?
Liang Canwen was puzzled.
Ye Fanzhi saw his confusion reflected in the dressing mirror.
"I'm not wearing a bra today, I used nipple pasties."
"…Then why did you make me buy lingerie?"
"You got me wet, a set of lingerie as compensation isn't too much, is it?"
Ye Fanzhi glanced at the lingerie on the bed.
"You have good taste when buying lingerie for women. This set is very sexy, I'm very satisfied. My dead husband never bought me lingerie. This is the first time I've worn lingerie bought by a man, and it's you."
This!!! This wife is a bit intense.
Liang Canwen was quite embarrassed, mainly because he couldn't figure out what exactly was going on with this woman.
"As long as you're satisfied, Madam."
Liang Canwen zipped the dress down completely, revealing her perfect, smooth back. Her skin was flawless.
Ye Fanzhi held the front of the qipao with both hands to prevent it from slipping, and turned her head, her eyes flickering seductively.
"Tell me, whose back is more beautiful, yours or mine?"
"We're divorced, why bring her up? You change, I'm leaving."
He had been somewhat interested, but the mood was instantly killed. He turned and walked out, closing the door behind him.
Ye Fanzhi spread her arms, and the qipao fell to the floor, swaying slightly as it lay in the master bedroom.
Beep beep beep Her phone rang. It was Wang Cheng calling.
Ye Fanzhi picked up the photo of Li Xingran on the dressing table, standing naked in Liang Canwen's bedroom, and answered her husband's call.
"Honey, I'm calling to let you know I have to go to Suzhou and Hangzhou on a business trip, I won't be back tonight."
"Go ahead, work comes first. Take care of yourself, don't overwork yourself!"
Ye Fanzhi's words about "overwork" had a double meaning.
"Is the madam ready?" Liang Canwen's voice sounded from outside.
"Not yet," Ye Fanzhi replied. Wang Cheng on the other end of the phone heard it and angrily said, "A man's voice, what are you changing? Are you ready or not?"
"It's too boring at home, I'm out shopping for clothes. It's the store manager asking if the clothes fit," Ye Fanzhi said, picking up the sexy lingerie Liang Canwen had bought.
"Oh, so that's how it is."
"Of course, that's how it is. I love you so much, how could I be with another man? Honey, you're overthinking it."
"Fanzhi, you're a good woman. I'm going on a business trip. I'll bring you a gift when I get back. I'll hang up now."
Wang Cheng had always played the role of a perfect, family-oriented man in front of Ye Fanzhi, always working hard outside the home.
Ye Fanzhi felt so foolish. She believed him every time. Each time he went on a business trip, she thought he was entertaining clients, so she wouldn't bother him, trying her best to take care of their little family and be a good wife, so her husband wouldn't have to worry about anything while he was working hard for his career.
In the end, Wang Cheng had always used the excuse of business trips to be with other women. The ridiculous part was that every time Wang Cheng came home from his tiring business trips, his back and waist ached. Ye Fanzhi, unaware of the truth, felt heartbroken and would make him soup every time, telling him not to overwork himself.
Now, everything was clear. Ye Fanzhi felt angrier the more she thought about it.
It was clearly those two scoundrels who were enjoying themselves, so why did she, Ye Fanzhi, and Liang Canwen have to suffer because of them?
Those who betray their marriage deserve retribution!
Ye Fanzhi caressed her flat stomach.
"Wang Cheng, didn't you want a child? I'll borrow some... seed from Liang Canwen and have a big, healthy boy for you. You'd be so happy to have an heir, wouldn't you?"
A moment later, Ye Fanzhi walked out of the room. Liang Canwen had already finished mopping the floor. He sized up Ye Fanzhi, who was now wearing a long dress, and asked, "Does the dress fit, Madam? If it doesn't, I'll go get another size."
"It fits, but the chest is a little tight. I'll make do, after all, mine are a bit… large."
"???"
Liang Canwen didn't understand why this widow kept flaunting how 'big' she was in front of him. Was she being a show-off? Wasn't she afraid of a man's bloodline awakening, pulling down the shutter, and… doing it with her?
"How much?"
"You were wronged in my shop, I should compensate you. You don't need to pay for the shampoo or the laundry."
"Alright, I'll be going then."
Ye Fanzhi picked up her purse and walked out of the hair salon, hailing a taxi and leaving.
Liang Canwen returned to the bedroom and found that Ye Fanzhi had forgotten her qipao and underwear.
Liang Canwen called via WeChat.
"[Madam, you forgot your clothes.]"
"[But I've already gone far. Could you please wash them for me? I'll pick them up later, or could you drop them off at my place? I'm busy. Oh, and a reminder, the qipao and panties are expensive, please hand wash them. Talk later.]"
After saying that, Ye Fanzhi hung up the phone.
"???"
What's up with this madam?
Hand wash?
But since this happened in her shop, as the boss, he was obliged to accept the customer's request.
Luckily, her husband was dead. If her husband were alive, knowing I was washing his wife's underwear would probably make him furious.
Liang Canwen glanced at the time. Without realizing it, it was already time for kindergarten dismissal. He threw Ye Fanzhi's qipao and underwear into the bucket, closed the shop door, and hurried to the kindergarten.
He immediately saw Yu Man, the kindergarten's small class teacher, holding three-year-old Liang Yanyan and coaxing her.
"Yanyan, what's wrong this time?"
Liang Canwen quickly walked over and took his daughter into his arms.
Liang Yanyan tugged at Liang Canwen's sleeve, "Daddy, let's go."
Yu Man laughed, "Yanyan was so engrossed in the cartoon just now that she held her pee in. She ended up wetting her pants, and girls have strong self-esteem, so she's shy and crying."
Liang Yanyan shyly buried her head in her father's arms.
Liang Canwen gently patted his daughter's little bottom, "Pa pa~" twice, "Yanyan, don't hold your pee in. If you wet your pants again, Dad won't buy you the Elsa Dress."
"Mhm, mhm, mhm~" The little head nodded in Liang Canwen's arms.
Yu Man stroked Yanyan's little head and smiled, "Yanyan is the youngest in her class, just turned three, the parents just need to teach her well."
"We will, Yanyan, say goodbye to the teacher."
"Goodbye~"
Liang Yanyan stretched out her pink, tender little hand and waved.
The little one perfectly inherited the best qualities of Liang Canwen and Li Xingran, and was very cute.
After leaving the kindergarten, Liang Yanyan dared to raise her head from Liang Canwen's arms, her clear, innocent eyes looking around: "Daddy, where's Mommy?"
"Daddy and Mommy are divorced."
"What's divorced?"
Three years old was too young to understand what divorce meant.
"Divorce means that Daddy will love Yanyan the most from now on, and give Yanyan everything."
"Elsa Dress, is it?"
A look of anticipation appeared on Liang Yanyan's pink face.
"Yes, the Elsa Dress, Dad will take you to buy it."
"Daddy is the best."
Under the setting sun, on the road, Liang Yanyan, nestled in Liang Canwen's arms, displayed the carefree innocence and exuberance of her age.