That evening, in a luxurious hotel private room…
Zhao An took Li Mingying, who was wearing light makeup, a cheongsam, and high heels, to dinner.
Midway through the meal, a bald, middle-aged man came over to toast him. He glanced at her, noticing her cheongsam and rosy cheeks.
Li Mingying, who exuded a captivating charm even while sitting quietly, smiled. "I'm sorry, sister-in-law, I've offended you greatly. It's like the flood washed away the Dragon King's temple; we're family, and we became friends through this. I, Cheng Kai, apologize! I'll toast you, sister-in-law!"
Zhao An picked up his glass and clinked it against Cheng Kai's. "She doesn't drink much, so I drank for her. Old Cheng, it's not convenient today, let's chat again next time."
"Haha, okay, then I won't bother you any longer. Next time, come to my company; I have several original young models waiting for you, haha!"
Cheng Kai laughed heartily and left the private room, leaving behind a lewd remark.
Young models?
It's obvious what it's for...
Of course it's for sex, not for fucking. Why would you treat it like a goddess?
After Cheng Kai left, Li Mingying said with a hint of reproach, "Honey, do you often hang out with young models?"
While she didn't expect any moral compass, a woman doesn't want her man to be thinking about other women while he's with her.
Zhao An pulled Li Mingying into his arms...
Looking at this mature female teacher, still jealous at her age, it's really laughable!
Amidst the amusement, a surge of pride welled up within him. "I rarely socialize; I know what kind of people those are. If I'm going to have fun, it'll be with a beauty like you.
I hate prostitutes. If I have a physical relationship with a woman, it's always based on affection.
Wife, you know what? The moment I saw you, I wanted to sleep with you. You're like a flame in the night… drawing me to the fire!"
"Husband!"
Li Mingying's heart pounded, her eyes practically overflowing with desire. She was a mature woman, no doubt.
But even mature women crave love.
Having been thoroughly exhausted by Zhao An that afternoon, the gloom in her body had vanished, her eyes sparkling with spring, her mood light and cheerful.
"Come on, drink, eat, eat more. I'm going to keep going tonight!"
Zhao An wasn't about to let this prey slip away. He meant what he said: he would get Li Mingying pregnant!
Li Mingying was startled, her pretty face pleading with a hint of obsequiousness, "Honey, no, not tonight. You, you were too rough this afternoon, I haven't recovered yet. Tomorrow, tomorrow I'll give it to you, okay? Honey, please!"
Looking at the mature female teacher who was acting like a little girl, begging him for mercy…
Zhao An felt very pleased. "Okay, then I'll do it to you tomorrow. Teacher, remember to teach your students how to make love next time!"
"Okay, honey."
Li Mingying flattered him meekly, never dreaming she would have sex with a student one day.
Zhao An casually transferred 500,000 yuan. "Take this money to pay off your debts. Stay with me from now on, I won't let you suffer. Also, don't take birth control pills!"
Li Mingying stared at the transfer message on her phone, feeling dizzy. That was 500,000 yuan! She didn't have that much cash. "Ah, this... um, if I get pregnant, it'll be very troublesome."
She bit her lip, not yet ready to have a child with Zhao An. Besides, she was already quite old; pregnancy would be very dangerous!
Zhao An held the mature woman's voluptuous waist. The plump woman, though a little overweight, looked just right now. "Don't worry, it'll be fine. I guarantee you can have a smooth delivery."
Li Mingying knew Zhao An was wealthy and wanted to refuse.
But the words caught in her throat as Zhao An held her tightly, her eyes gradually becoming hazy.
"Ah, husband!"
Two days later...
Zhao An arrived at the company office, feeling a bit tingly from the past two days of pleasure.
He needed a break. A mature woman is a mature woman; once she's been "developed"...
That kind of seductive allure is truly irresistible, making one only think of dying from exhaustion!
His secretary, Zhao Fei, who had just given birth, walked in. Her suit skirt perfectly accentuated her shapely buttocks, and glossy black stockings covered her beautiful legs, the sheen of the stockings easily drawing the eye to her crotch.
She wore a pair of ten-centimeter silver-white high heels, making her look fashionable and tall. The black and white combination created a striking, simple yet stylish visual impact.
"Honey, a girl is here for an interview. She's your teacher's daughter, named Yang Xiaolin."
"Oh? Then let her in."
Zhao An's eyes lit up. Good heavens, he had just slept with Li Mingying two days ago, and now her daughter was offering herself up?
She's incredibly seductive!
A short while later, a young woman dressed in sneakers, jeans, and a shirt, carrying a small bag, walked in.
Compared to Zhao Fei beside her, her looks paled in comparison.
This wasn't entirely her fault.
While Yang Xiaolin was pretty, she still possessed a youthful innocence, untouched by experience.
In contrast, Zhao Fei was nearly thirty, and had been taken as a virgin, thoroughly "exploited" and "lubricated" by Zhao An's semen.
Having given birth, she possessed the mature allure of a young woman, naturally making her more attractive. A mere college student couldn't compare.
"Hello, boss."
Yang Xiaolin bowed slightly to Zhao An, somewhat reservedly. The strap of her bag grazed between her breasts, highlighting their defined curves. While her breasts couldn't compare to her mother's large, white breasts, they were still small and easily held in one hand.
Combined with her pretty face, she exuded a youthful charm.
This kind of woman isn't promiscuous or reckless; she's a very obedient and traditional woman.
She has zero tolerance for her husband's infidelity. As long as she lives a good life, she would never consider cheating or being cuckolded. In short, she's a woman perfectly suited to be a wife for an ordinary person.
Zhao An saw right through Yang Xiaolin at a glance. Without saying much, he pointed to the chair in front of him and said, "Please sit down, Sister Fei, pour two cups of coffee."
"Okay." Zhao Fei smiled and made two cups of instant coffee, placed them on the table, and then left the room in her high heels.
She wasn't interested in Zhao An's debauchery.
Because her current life was quite good.
She wasn't even angry that her mother slept with Zhao An, let alone other women?
She had already given birth to Zhao An's child; there was no turning back. She could only go down this path to the bitter end.
Putting everything else aside, she would always be Zhao An's most loyal woman. The longer she stayed with him, the more she knew what kind of man he was.
Everyone says women are materialistic, but how can they live a good life if they aren't?