A breakfast farce laced with hidden barbs ended abruptly amid the tense silence of four people each harboring their own secrets.
Outside the window, fine snowflakes had begun drifting down once more, as if draping this already oppressive home in another layer of icy filter.
The first day of the New Year, meant for bustling visits to relatives and friends, had instead trapped this family of four within the eerily charged apartment, held captive by the snow.
In the living room, a massive LCD television blared a replay of the tedious Spring Festival Gala. The boisterous sounds of song and dance clashed sharply with the room's silence.
But rather than lightening the mood, the sounds felt like a finger constantly plucking at everyone's taut nerves, making them restless and irritable.
The four occupied the corners of the living room, forming a delicate and dangerous quadrilateral.
Lin Jianguo sat on the single sofa, holding a newspaper he'd flipped through countless times, yet unable to absorb a single word.
His gaze kept drifting uncontrollably over the top edge of the paper, like radar locked onto his daughter-in-law Su Yu diagonally across from him.
Her young, vibrant body, like a perfectly ripe peach, seemed to radiate a magnetic field that drew all his attention.
Su Yu, the very source of this silence, appeared utterly at ease.
She was lazily curled up at the far end of the sofa, her legs crossed over the armrest, a book cradled in her hands.
Her off-white knit sweater had a low neckline to begin with, and now, because of her curled posture, it was pulled down even further. That deep, seemingly bottomless cleavage was almost entirely exposed to the air, like a warmly inviting gorge.
Her light blue denim shorts hugged her full, pert buttocks tightly. The crossed legs pulled the fabric upward, revealing most of her snow-white, tender thighs. Under the warm living room light, her skin glowed with a milk-like, alluring sheen.
She knew her father-in-law's gaze clung to her like leeches, his burning eyes seemingly piercing through the thin fabric, licking at the snow-white flesh of her chest and the delicate skin between her legs.
This sensation caused a thread of honeyed moisture to seep uncontrollably from the secret garden between her legs, sending waves of secret delight crashing through her heart.
Su Yu longed to find a moment to thank the heavens for blessing her with a husband who understood and embraced her so completely.
Where else could such bliss come from?
Beside her, Lin Zhe kept his head bowed, pretending to play with his phone. In truth, he used the screen's glare to secretly observe his father and wife's interaction.
His father's gaze, once again brimming with aggression, and his wife's deliberately provocative, tempting-to-sin demeanor—it all acted like the most potent aphrodisiac, relentlessly stimulating his nerves.
Lin Zhe's cock stirred restlessly within his pants once more, growing increasingly intoxicated by the excitement born from the fantasy of his "cuckolded wife."
Wang Xiulan sat closest to the TV, remote in hand, seemingly flipping channels absentmindedly.
Yet her sharp, phoenix-like eyes took in every detail of the living room through the corners of her vision.
Her husband's lecherous, soul-less spectacle and her daughter-in-law's unabashed seduction pierced her heart like needles.
Yet her face remained impassive, untroubled by the turmoil within.
Time ticked away in this suffocating silence, second by second.
Finally, Su Yu broke the ice, stirring the stagnant air in the room.
She stretched lazily on the sofa, the movement making her already ample bosom appear even more prominent. Her knit top stretched taut, as if it might split open at any moment.
Then, yawning, she spoke in a languid tone:
"Oh my, my back's killing me from sitting so long. I'll just grab a glass of water from the kitchen."
With that, she rose from the sofa, her snow-white feet bare against the warm marble floor as she swayed gracefully toward the kitchen.
Every pair of eyes in the living room followed her movements involuntarily.
Lin Jianguo felt his throat go dry. Watching Su Yu's ample hips sway left and right as she walked, perfectly outlined by her denim shorts, the fire burning in his lower abdomen grew even hotter.
What breathtaking firmness and supple softness lay beneath that thin layer of fabric?
Lin Jianguo desperately wanted to explore it himself. .
Upon entering the open kitchen, Su Yu didn't immediately pour water. Instead, she opened the refrigerator door, bent over, and leaned her upper body inside, seemingly searching for something.
This movement was deadly.
Her already extremely short denim shorts, pulled up to their limit by the bending motion, nearly exposed her entire round buttocks.
From Lin Jianguo's angle, he could even faintly make out the mysterious, alluring shadow nestled between her buttocks.
This scene was more direct and intense than any pornographic film, violently assaulting Lin Jianguo's eyes and rationality.
"Gulp."
Lin Jianguo swallowed hard, feeling his blood pressure surge. The cock that had been teased to life beneath the dining table now rose again, thick and rigid, with an unstoppable force.
The rigid column pushed his pants into an embarrassing bulge. Lin Jianguo instinctively lifted the newspaper in his hands higher, attempting to conceal his indiscretion.
Lin Zhe, seated beside Su Yu, naturally witnessed this scene.
He instantly grasped his wife's intent, holding his breath as his heart pounded wildly.
Her buttocks were so round, so pert—and now, this "peach" that had once belonged solely to him lay exposed before his father, offered for his "tasting."
The intense visual shock and sense of transgression sent Lin Zhe's cock surging to attention, throbbing with aching tension.
He felt an overwhelming urge to storm into the kitchen and plunge into that provocative woman from behind, her hips thrusting invitingly.
Just then, Wang Xiulan stirred.
As if sensing something, she rose to her feet, her face softening into a gentle smile as she addressed Lin Zhe:
"Zhe, your face is all flushed. Are you feeling a bit warm? Mom will get you a cold drink."
Wang Xiulan's intervention instantly shattered the ambiguous atmosphere between the two men and the woman.
In that instant, Lin Jianguo was the first to snap out of it, like a thief caught red-handed. He hastily averted his gaze, hiding behind the newspaper once more.
"...Alright... fine."
Lin Zhe took a moment longer to snap out of it, awkwardly lowering his head to resume pretending to play with his phone.
After hearing her son's reply, Wang Xiulan didn't head straight into the kitchen where her daughter-in-law was bent over. Instead, she walked over to Lin Jianguo.
Her body positioned itself perfectly to block her husband's line of sight toward Su Yu.
"Jianguo, would you like some tea? I'll brew you another cup of your favorite Longjing."
"Ah... oh, sure, sure."
Lin Jianguo stammered his reply, feeling like a primary school student being lectured by a teacher.
Su Yu, too, seemed to sense the shift in atmosphere behind her.
She straightened up at just the right moment, retrieved a box of strawberries from the refrigerator, and closed the door.
When she turned around, her eyes met her mother-in-law Wang Xiulan's gaze—a gaze that was neither angry nor reproachful, but held a cold, all-knowing stare that sent an inexplicable chill through Su Yu.
She felt like a clown performing desperately on stage, while the audience below had long seen through all her tricks.
"Xiaoyu wants strawberries too? I'll wash some for all of you."
Wang Xiulan's tone remained gentle and proper. She took the strawberries from Su Yu's hands, walked to the sink, turned on the faucet, and began washing each berry meticulously, one by one.
Her unhurried movements and composed demeanor stood in stark contrast to Su Yu's deliberate, theatrical provocation.
Su Yu felt a bit frustrated and also somewhat confused.
"If Mother-in-law noticed something, why didn't she just say it?"
"Is she just putting up with it? Or did she not even notice?"
The more unknown something was, the more frightening it became, and the more one wanted to probe.
Especially for someone like Su Yu, who was somewhat clever.
Today, she deliberately fawned over Lin Jianguo in front of Wang Xiulan precisely to gauge whether her mother-in-law knew anything and to test her tolerance.
Normally, an elder like her would surely say something when witnessing such intimacy between her son and daughter-in-law.
Yet Wang Xiulan's behavior was utterly abnormal.
This was what they meant by: experience counts.
But Su Yu wasn't afraid.
Her husband was firmly on her side. Even if their affair were exposed, so what? Once she fully brought her father-in-law onto the same boat, the household would be three votes to one—the advantage was hers!
Watching her mother-in-law wash strawberries, Su Yu gave herself a mental pep talk before sulkily pouring a glass of water and carrying it out of the kitchen.
The afternoon passed in this constant, subtle battle of probing and clashing.
Su Yu attempted a few more casual provocations.
For instance, she deliberately dropped a book on the floor, bending over to retrieve it and offering another glimpse of her cleavage.
Or she'd excuse herself to the balcony to watch the snow, clad only in a thin knit sweater, shivering in the cold—a sight that sent Lin Jianguo's thoughts racing, nearly prompting him to rush over and wrap a coat around her.
Yet each time, Wang Xiulan defused the tension with seemingly effortless, understated grace.
She would appear between her husband and daughter-in-law at just the right moment, extinguishing the flames about to ignite with a single caring word or natural gesture.
Sometimes she'd sit beside her son, take his hand, and reminisce about amusing childhood anecdotes.
That intimate display made Su Yu and Lin Jianguo, watching nearby, feel distinctly uncomfortable.
The entire afternoon, Lin Jianguo endured a torment of conflicting extremes.
His desire, repeatedly teased by Su Yu, had reached a breaking point. Yet Wang Xiulan's presence acted like an invisible spell, binding him and preventing him from crossing the line.
This torment of seeing yet not touching, of desiring yet not obtaining, caused the flames of lust and rage within him to intertwine and burn ever brighter.
Finally, as the sky outside grew dim and the living room lights came on, Lin Jianguo could endure the agony no longer.
He sprang to his feet from the sofa, slamming the newspaper in his hand down on the coffee table with a loud thud.
Without acknowledging anyone, Lin Jianguo strode straight to the study. With a resounding slam, he shut the door, completely isolating himself from the suffocating world outside.
In the living room, the remaining three exchanged bewildered glances.
But in the next instant, a smug smile curled at the corner of Su Yu's lips.
Wang Xiulan, however, merely cast a faint glance at the study's tightly shut door, her gaze deep as the ocean.
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