Chapter 921: Aunt Xue Can't Stay a Widow Anymore

Zhou's villa.

The morning light from outside the window shone through the gauze curtains, casting a soft halo on Zhuang Jingxue's rosy cheeks.

After she finished calling Lin Lang in the bedroom, she became inexplicably excited.

To say that we are eagerly awaiting it is no exaggeration.

Zhuang Jingxue first sat in front of the dressing table to touch up her makeup. The bright red lipstick made her skin look whiter, and the arc created by the mascara was like a butterfly flapping its wings about to fly, making her almond-shaped eyes look even more watery.

Then, Zhuang Jingxue opened the alluring man-attracting perfume again. The citrus scent of the top notes spread first. She tilted her neck back slightly and pressed twice behind her ears, on her collarbone, and on the inside of her wrists.

AI generates beautiful pictures of Zhuang Jingxue

The base note of white musk entwined with the fragrance of tuberose, weaving a gentle net in the air as she turned around.

"This is the kind of smell that men want when they smell it!"

"That's also the smell that Alang is obsessed with on me, the Soul-Losing Incense!"

Zhuang Jingxue put a few drops of the essential perfume for flirting with men on her body, which instantly increased her charm. Not only did it make her more confident, it also made her more mysterious and attractive.

Her fingertips stroked her flushed cheeks in the mirror, and the scene of her actively seducing Lin Lang emerged uncontrollably in her mind.

Especially when she thought of herself letting Lin Lang manipulate her in the dream, the indescribable tenderness in the dream made Zhuang Jingxue blush and her heart beat fast.

She looked at herself in the mirror, her earlobes flushed an alluring red, her red lips slightly parted as if she wanted to reveal something, but in the end she just bit her lower lip and chuckled, creating ripples in the sun-filled room.

It has to be said that when a middle-aged woman is in love, her restless heart is more swaying than that of a young girl.

At this time, the inexplicable turmoil that emerged from Zhuang Jingxue's heart always stimulated her inner loneliness and made her fantasize about Lin Lang.

Women are strange creatures. Once their restless hearts start to stir and they have the idea of ​​hooking up with men, there is no way for them to return to the normal track of life.

This is what psychology says: if a woman betrays a man once, she will do it countless times.

Of course, at this time Zhuang Jingxue was a single widow, her mature body and spirit were free.

It’s just that she couldn’t control herself and always couldn’t help but seduce Lin Lang, which was immoral.

But in this world, the least valuable thing is morality.

Most people in the upper class are not short of money, but they lack morals, because the most despicable things are done by the upper class.

The so-called moral bottom line is used to deceive and imprison the honest people at the bottom of society.

The underlying logic of the upper class does not believe in morality, but only in human nature.

However, the honest people at the bottom of society always overestimate human nature, kidnap themselves with morality, and are imprisoned by the invisible shackles of private morality. They are clearly destined to be treated like slaves, but they live a noble life despite their fragile lives.

Zhuang Jingxue is now very clear-headed. She lives her life however she wants, and doesn't care about morality or immorality. She just lives her life the way she wants.

Not long after, Lin Lang drove back to Zhou's house.

In order to avoid being disturbed by the servants, Zhuang Jingxue actually gave all the servants in Zhou's house a day off in advance.

In the huge Zhou residence, only Zhuang Jingxue and Lin Lang, who had just returned to the Zhou residence, were left.

Lin Lang followed the system's instructions, slowly went upstairs and came to Zhuang Jingxue's door. He took a deep breath with inexplicable nervousness, and then knocked on the door.

"Dong dong..."

Zhuang Jingxue hurriedly pretended to have a stiff neck.

She lay on the bed in a stiff posture, and shouted in a coquettish and mean voice: "Come in!"

Lin Lang pushed the door and walked into Zhuang Jingxue's room. The charming smell of her perfume hit him in the face, instantly making Lin Lang a little uneasy.

"Auntie Xue, I'm back. Let me see if your stiff neck is serious." Lin Lang walked closer to Zhuang Jingxue and sat down beside her bed.

When Zhuang Jingxue saw Lin Lang, her eyes suddenly became blurry. She moved her neck in an exaggerated manner and pretended to be uncomfortable and said, "It's just that my neck is stiff, which caused my neck muscles to be a little stiff and sore."

Lin Lang saw Zhuang Jingxue wearing a red tight tube top miniskirt with black lace stockings, lying on the bed in a coquettish manner, her throat rolling up and down unconsciously.

"Then Aunt Xue, just lie down on the bed and I'll give you a massage to relieve the discomfort of your stiff neck."

"Then I'll trouble you, Alang." Zhuang Jingxue lay on the bed with a look of delight. Her plump and curvy figure and her graceful back with a perfect waist-to-hip ratio made Lin Lang dazzled.

"Auntie Xue, are you swollen here?" Lin Lang put one hand on Zhuang Jingxue's shoulder and gently massaged the muscles on the side of her neck with the other hand.

Zhuang Jingxue closed her eyes very comfortably and replied with one word in a tender voice: "Swelling!"

Lin Lang continued to massage the acupuncture points on Zhuang Jingxue's neck from top to bottom, breathing in the charming scent of her perfume, and asked with a dry throat: "Auntie Xue, how is my hand strength?"

"Alang, your hand strength is just right. Your massage makes me feel very comfortable." Zhuang Jingxue looked very happy.

Lin Lang felt the delicate and soft skin on Zhuang Jingxue's neck and said distractedly, "Aunt Xue, why are you so reserved and restrained when you're not drinking?"

After hearing this, Zhuang Jingxue blushed and said coquettishly, "You little rascal, you want to ask why I am not as coquettish as I am after drinking, right?"

Lin Lang chuckled and said, "Aunt Xue, you said this yourself, not me."

Zhuang Jingxue said embarrassedly: "Wine can give you courage. I am usually very serious. Don't think I am so cheap."

"Auntie Xue, don't be so hypocritical in front of me." Lin Lang massaged Zhuang Jingxue's shoulders with both hands. So far, the massage movements were still formal.

"Hey, Alang, I'm usually very serious. I just act like a bitch in front of you occasionally."

Lin Lang laughed and teased: "Aunt Xue, I've seen you being frivolous and wanton, and now I'm not used to seeing you being so serious."

"Hate it, Alang, you are so bad." Zhuang Jingxue closed her eyes in ecstasy, her charming and moving appearance was so seductive.

Lin Lang pulled Zhuang Jingxue's trapezius muscles, deliberately using a little force, causing Zhuang Jingxue to beg for mercy repeatedly in pain: "Ouch, you little ancestor, be gentle, it hurts so much!"

"Auntie Xue, if you really have a stiff neck from sleeping, then I'll lift and massage the muscles here, and you should feel comfortable and pain-free. Are you pretending to have a stiff neck?"

Zhuang Jingxue said with a guilty conscience, "I'm not pretending. I really have a stiff neck from sleeping. Otherwise, how could I have the nerve to bother you to come back to Zhou's house to give me a massage when your company is so busy?"

Lin Lang raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and said with a smile: "Auntie Xue, let me try another method to see if I can relieve your pain."

As he spoke, he slid his hands down along Zhuang Jingxue's trapezius muscles and gently pressed the acupoints on her back.

Zhuang Jingxue only felt a current running down her back and throughout her body. The electric-like feeling made her feel so comfortable that she couldn't help but hum softly.

"Alang...you...you be gentle." Zhuang Jingxue's voice trembled, and her already rosy cheeks became even redder.

Lin Lang's hands did not stop, but instead moved more skillfully on Zhuang Jingxue's back, sometimes kneading hard, sometimes stroking gently.

"Auntie Xue, please relax a little, this will be more effective." Lin Lang whispered in her ear, his warm breath spraying on her neck, making her shiver all over.

Zhuang Jingxue only felt that her rationality was gradually being swallowed up by this ambiguous atmosphere, and the fire in her heart burned more and more fiercely.

She bit her lower lip and clutched the bed sheets tightly with both hands. Her mind was in a mess, and she didn't know whether to push Lin Lang away or let him continue.

"Alang, my best friend Jin Yuna didn't contact you privately or secretly behind my back, right?"

Hearing Jin Yuna's name, Lin Lang reflexively thought of the night he spent with Jin Yuna in her villa. The memories of their all-night joy are still unforgettable and worth savoring.

After reading it, Lin Lang replied truthfully: "No, I didn't leave any contact information for Jin Yuna, how could she contact me secretly?"

Zhuang Jingxue said, "Money makes the world go round. Jin Yuna is the boss lady of the Jushu Group. It would be easy for him to find your contact information in the business community of Haihai."

While massaging Zhuang Jingxue's fair and soft arms, Lin Lang said with a sly smile, "What if she contacts me secretly without your knowledge and wants me to spend the night at her house for free, should I take advantage of her?"

After hearing this, Zhuang Jingxue opened her eyes and looked sideways at Lin Lang, pretending to be angry and said, "Of course not. What's so fun about Jin Yu Na? I am better than her in both appearance and figure."

Zhuang Jingxue's implication was that Lin Langbai might as well play with her instead of Jin Yuna.

Lin Lang's fingertips slid across Zhuang Jingxue's beautiful back and landed on her slender and soft waist.

While massaging her gently and seriously, he teased her with a rolling throat, "Auntie Xue, let's not talk about that bitch Jin Yuna. Have you ever heard of a dog called a Corgi?"

Zhuang Jingxue could naturally tell that Lin Lang was implying that she had a round corgi bottom, and she couldn't help but say shyly, "Alang, you are so bad."

Lin Lang pretended to be wronged and said: "Hey... I just asked if you have heard of a kind of dog called Corgi. Why am I bad?"

"Hmph, Alang, don't think I can't hear you. You are implying that my butt is big. Don't you men like women like me with thin waists and big butts?"

Looking at Zhuang Jingxue's suggestive back, Lin Lang felt like his nose was about to bleed.

He sniffed, and while gently massaging Zhuang Jingxue's waist, he jokingly said, "Auntie Xue, you should have given birth to a son since your butt is so big. Why did you give birth to a daughter?"

He does not mean that.

Lin Lang's unintentional joke touched upon Zhuang Jingxue's sorrow.

As mentioned in the previous article, Zhuang Jingxue was originally pregnant with a boy more than 20 years ago, but a few days before the due date, the fetus accidentally suffocated due to the umbilical cord wrapped around the neck and died in the womb.

In order to maintain her identity as a wealthy wife of a prominent family, Zhuang Jingxue, who was worried that she would have difficulty getting pregnant again due to health reasons, "replaced the prince with a cat" during childbirth.

Through her mother, who is the director of the obstetrics and gynecology department, she replaced the abandoned baby Zhou Mengyao, who was adopted in advance at a large sum of money, with a dead fetus and deceived her husband Zhou Zhongdang.

Until the day Zhou Zhongdang died, he didn't know that Zhou Mengyao, whose blood type matched his genetic genes, was not his biological daughter.

The blood type referred to here is consistent with the genetic genes, which only refers to the blood type of the child born to the parents' blood types, not a paternity test.

The sad past was recalled. Zhuang Jingxue, who was originally enjoying Lin Lang's massage, sat up from the bed with tears in her eyes and threw herself into Lin Lang's arms crying.

Zhuang Jingxue wanted to cry and tell Lin Lang that if the boy in her belly was alive, he would be as big as Lin Lang.

The words were on the tip of her tongue, but Zhuang Jingxue swallowed them back because it was a secret she couldn't tell.

Confused, Lin Lang hugged Zhuang Jingxue's soft body, stroked her shoulders and consoled her: "What's wrong, Aunt Xue? Did I say something wrong? Why are you crying all of a sudden?"