The Mother-in-Law Eavesdropping Outside the Door

Sunlight poured through the floor-to-ceiling window and fell across the desk on the right, casting a lush, mature silhouette on the floor.

At the moment, Wen Yalan wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on her high nose bridge. The eyes behind the lenses had lost some of their usual gentleness and gained a sharper, more capable edge. Bright sunlight landed on that gorgeous, pale face, making the allure unique to a mature woman even richer.

She lowered her head and flipped through the documents in her hands. Her two round, full breasts rose high on her chest, even casting a faint shadow across the desktop. Her plump, mature figure merged with that calm air of hers, giving off the distinctive flavor of a married CEO.

Just then, a soft knock came from outside the door, breaking the quiet of the study.

Qin Zhenshan kept his head down over the papers, as if he had not heard a thing.

Wen Yalan’s expression did not change as she said coolly, "Come in!"

The door was pushed open, and a servant walked in.

"Madam, lunch is ready."

"I know," Wen Yalan replied, then turned her head slightly, letting the bright sunlight fall just right on the elegant white line of her neck.

"I’ll be there in a moment. Go call the son-in-law..."

She paused halfway through, as if something had just occurred to her, then changed her mind.

"Forget it. Go get a bottle of red wine from the wine cabinet."

"Yes, Madam."

The servant withdrew respectfully.

Only then did Wen Yalan remove the gold-rimmed glasses from her nose bridge, raise her slender white hand to rub lightly at the corner of her eye, and then bend down to place the glasses into the case at the corner of the desk.

As her body leaned forward slightly, those already round and full breasts pressed against the desktop. The snow-white flesh was squeezed outward a little, and the cheongsam across her chest tightened until the buttons looked like they might pop open at any second. When she straightened again, the compressed flesh quickly recovered its shape, and the two large, full breasts stood high on her chest once more, supple and elastic.

"Zhenshan, I wonder how things are going over there with Xiao Yi and Tong’er. I’m going to take a look."

She said this to Qin Zhenshan.

"Mm."

Qin Zhenshan nodded, his gaze still fixed on the documents.

Wen Yalan said nothing more. She stood and walked out. With each step, the hem of her cheongsam swayed gently, and her plump long legs wrapped in flesh-colored stockings showed themselves from time to time.

After passing through the corridor, she soon reached the door to Qin Jintong’s room.

Just as she was about to knock, she vaguely heard some chaotic sounds coming from inside. Wen Yalan’s hand froze. Thinking of the complicated and delicate relationship between her daughter and son-in-law, she instinctively furrowed her brows, a trace of worry rising in her heart.

These two kids aren’t fighting, are they?

After hesitating for a moment, she leaned closer to the door and pressed her ear against the panel. In an instant, a dense barrage of slapping sounds rushed into her ears, loud enough to shake her to the core, violent and deafening.

Wen Yalan’s expression froze.

As someone who had been through it, how could she not recognize what that sound meant?

Her daughter was actually in there doing that with Xiao Yi, and in broad daylight too!

Wen Yalan couldn’t help but click her tongue, and then she felt a burst of pleasure as well. Since Tong’er was willing to do that with Xiao Yi, it meant she was not rejecting him. In that case, wasn’t the day she held her grandchild practically within reach?

"No! Ah! No! Stop it! Hurry, aaah!"

Her daughter’s voice, mixed with the sound of bodies slamming together, came through the door panel and instantly cut off Wen Yalan’s thoughts. Her pale face felt slightly hot, heat rising through her body. Even her damp, tender private parts started to itch. She could not help but squeeze the roots of her thighs together, and the soft flesh inside her pussy was pressed so tightly that a current seemed to surge through it, prompting a breath to escape from between her full, red lips.

Wen Yalan quickly retreated two steps, as if she had done something unspeakable, then hurried away down the corridor. She returned to the study, but instead of sitting back at the desk, she stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and gazed at the river view outside, feeling somewhat dazed.

What she had worried about most was that her daughter would not accept Xiao Yi. But now it seemed she had been worrying for nothing.

Thinking of this, Wen Yalan felt considerably more at ease. Yet for some reason, remembering the sounds she had just heard, she looked out at the river in the distance and her thoughts drifted. In her mind, her younger self surfaced without warning. Back then, not long after she and Zhenshan had gotten married, the two of them had also clung to each other just like that, unable to bear being apart for even a moment, inseparable in bed.

And now, so many years had passed in the blink of an eye, and her daughter had already grown up.

Thinking of those scenes from the past, Wen Yalan’s gaze grew somewhat distant. Her body, however, felt hotter again, and the itch deep inside her cunt became stronger and stronger. Her eyes unconsciously drifted toward her husband behind the desk, and she said, "Zhenshan, when will things at the company finally ease up for a while?"

"Why ask that all of a sudden?"

Wen Yalan looked a little unnatural as she said, "Nothing. I just remembered that purple dress you gave me before. I’ve kept it all this time, and I want to wear it for you to see."

Hearing that, Qin Zhenshan’s hand paused. After so many years of marriage, he naturally understood the meaning behind his wife’s words.

He finally looked up at her. For some reason, that gorgeous, pale face of hers had already been tinted with a faint blush. Her autumn-water eyes glistened with shimmering moisture, and there was an unmistakable seductive charm lingering between her brows.

After a brief silence, he said, "Once this busy stretch is over."

"Okay."

At that, the curve of Wen Yalan’s lips lifted into a moving smile. The delight in her beautiful eyes was almost impossible to hide, and even the smile on her face brightened.

"I’ll tell the kitchen to add another dish. You wait a little while longer before coming down."

With that, she turned and left the study with swaying, full-bodied grace.

The study fell quiet again. Qin Zhenshan’s gaze returned to the documents, but he could no longer bring himself to read them.

Naturally he understood what his wife was implying. Counting it up, the two of them were about to go nearly a full year without truly getting close. It was not that Wen Yalan was unattractive; on the contrary, from her youth until now she had remained captivating, and after being shaped by the years, she had only become more alluring. It was simply that as he grew older and the company’s affairs became heavier, most of his energy had gone into his career, and his interest in matters between men and women had gradually faded.

But faced with his wife’s rare, active hint, he truly could not bring himself to refuse.

Thinking of that, Qin Zhenshan set down his fountain pen, leaned back in his chair, and let out a soft sigh. Then he picked up his phone, to ask his secretary to arrange a physical examination for him.

He had no idea that on the other side of the villa, in the boudoir belonging to his daughter, a fierce struggle was nowhere near over.

His daughter was pinned to the bed, her long legs hooked around the man’s waist, her tight cunt stretched wide by the man’s thick cock. Streams of sticky slick dripped through the gap, soaking the split fishtail skirt beneath her.