Chapter 1: Socialite Qin Jintong
Click!
"Ah!"
The instant the door was pushed open, bright moonlight poured in, driving away the darkness inside the room, and a sharp scream rang out.
The man stood in the doorway and looked toward the sound.
By the moonlight, he quickly spotted a figure huddled in the corner.
The woman was crouched there with her hair disheveled, both arms locked around her knees, her body trembling nonstop.
Tap-tap!
His footsteps echoed through the silent room as the man walked over slowly.
As he drew closer, her screams grew even more piercing. She pressed herself desperately into the corner, terror filling the eyes hidden beneath her tangled hair.
The man stopped in front of her, calm-faced, bent down, ignored her reflexive struggling and flailing, lifted her into his arms with practiced ease, and carried her straight to the bathroom.
Not long after, the sound of running water came from inside, mixed with ragged breathing.
Much later.
The man came out carrying the woman.
Her long hair fell over her shoulders, and her snow-white, lush body curled in his arms. Compared with before, she was clearly much quieter now; the fear in her eyes had gone slack, her gaze a little unfocused, and she let him carry her into the bedroom.
When they reached the bed, the man set her down, then bent over and pinned her beneath him. After a round of kissing and caressing, he positioned her on all fours.
The man moved behind her. With a wet thrust, a thick, hard cock sank deep between her full pussy lips, filling her slick, tight cunt so completely there wasn't a hint of space left.
Smack, smack, smack~
Slap! Slap!
The crisp rhythm of flesh slapping flesh rang through the bedroom.
Under his hard thrusts, the woman gasped and moaned without stop, her long hair flying wildly. Her proud white breasts rolled in dazzling waves with every violent impact, and the plump flesh of her pale ass had gone a flushed red, clear finger marks standing out along the edges.
After a long while, the bedroom fell quiet. The woman sat by the window, gazing up at the bright moon in the night sky.
Silver moonlight spilled down, illuminating a mature, stunning face.
Click.
A lighter sparked to life with a tiny flame.
A faint glow appeared in the dim room.
The man leaned against the headboard, smoking quietly.
Neither of them said a word.
Smoke rose slowly, then unraveled beneath the moonlight.
After a long while, the woman turned her head, studied his profile for a moment, and then said softly:
"Don’t come inside me anymore."
The man exhaled a stream of smoke and said flatly, "If you get pregnant, we'll keep the baby."
The woman frowned and shook her head. "No. That could make it deformed."
The hand holding the cigarette paused slightly. He didn't argue, only reached out and stubbed the nearly burned-out butt into the ashtray.
The room fell quiet again.
After a while.
The woman looked back out at the moonlit window and said softly:
"Tomorrow you're going to the Qin family."
"Mm."
The man nodded. "I found a housekeeper. She'll take care of you from now on."
The woman fell silent, moonlight laying across her profile, her expression unreadable.
After a long while, the woman rose, climbed between his legs, gathered her long hair with her jade-white hand, and tied it into a low ponytail at the back of her head. Then she lowered her head and took that thick cock into her mouth.
"Mm~"
The man let out a pleased breath and reached down to guide her head, stroking it up and down.
Under the silver moonlight, his hot cock kept disappearing and reappearing between the woman's sexy red lips, while her plump peach-shaped ass was lifted high. The ample flesh of her cheeks parted, and in the deep cleft between them, her little asshole had been stretched open by a butt plug, swaying lightly with each movement.
Much later, a muffled groan sounded. The woman swallowed the hot semen in her mouth, lifted her head to look at the man, and said, "Don't forget our agreement!"
Looking at the increasingly dazed look in her eyes, the man cupped her face gently and said, "I won't."
The next morning, sunlight spilled down.
The entire Yujing Bay villa district was wrapped in golden warmth. At the highest point of the estate stood a four-story villa, imposing and still, like a throne overlooking the whole cluster of mansions.
In front of the villa.
Xiao Yi stood there in a Zhongshan suit, straight-backed and calm.
Tap-tap-tap~
A sharp set of heels clicked closer, followed by an impatient voice.
"Xiao Yi, my mother wants you inside."
Xiao Yi turned and saw a tall, graceful figure.
It was Qin Jintong, his wife.
It had to be admitted: Qin Jintong had the kind of looks that could make countless men lose their heads.
Today she wore a burgundy fitted knit top that outlined her full, high chest to perfection. The knot detail at the front made her already generous breasts seem even more prominent, and beneath the deep V-neck, the two mounds of soft flesh pressed together to carve out a deep, tempting cleavage.
Her coffee-brown waves fell casually over her shoulders, her delicate oval face lightly made up, her red lips lush and vivid with an innate seductiveness.
On the bottom, she wore a high-waisted black fishtail skirt. The tight cut hugged her narrow waist and rounded ass, tracing an exaggerated, enticing S-curve, and the seven-centimeter gold-buckled stilettos on her feet made her tall figure look even hotter.
By any measure, Qin Jintong was a knockout. Unfortunately, right now that pretty face was full of impatience.
Qin Jintong came up to him on her black-clad long legs, gave Xiao Yi a quick up-and-down look, and said coolly, "Once you're inside, keep your mouth shut. Don't embarrass me!"
Xiao Yi lifted a brow but said nothing.
Qin Jintong assumed he had taken it to heart and went on, "And don't think that because you've walked through the Qin family's door, you're really one of us. My mother recognizes you; I don't. If it weren't for the accident that night, the person standing here now wouldn't be you at all!"
Hearing that, Xiao Yi finally spoke. "Finished?"
Qin Jintong's brows drew together. "What do you mean?"
"Nothing."
Xiao Yi adjusted his cuff and turned to look at her. In those deep eyes, a look she couldn't quite read flashed briefly. "I just think that once something has already happened, there's no need to keep bringing it up every day. As for Lu Chengyu... if he really were as outstanding as you say, I wouldn't be the one standing here today."
With that, Xiao Yi looked away and walked straight toward the villa.
Qin Jintong stood where she was, watching the man's upright back, her brows knitting tighter and tighter. For some reason, she had the feeling Xiao Yi meant more than he was saying.
P.S.: Although this begins with a live-in son-in-law setup, this isn't one of those stories about the women in the father-in-law's family fighting over him.