Lin Zhilan ignored him and focused on coaxing their daughter to sleep first.
When she returned to the upstairs bedroom, Su Lang was still sitting at the desk reading.
Seeing her enter, Su Lang pointed to a chair. "Zhilan, sit down. I have something to say to you."
He looked very serious.
Lin Zhilan shrugged and sat down on the chair as told.
Su Lang pulled her and the chair right next to him, his tall frame instantly enveloping her.
"What do you want to say?" Lin Zhilan looked at him warily.
Su Lang: "What are your thoughts on a son-in-law?"
Lin Zhilan was shocked. "Su Lang, our baby isn't even four years old yet!"
"He who gives no thought to the future is sure to be beset by worries at hand," Su Lang said with absolute certainty. He added, "I don't think highly of that kid Li Xuan. His personality is too dull; our daughter would have to be the one coaxing him in the future. Even if you have a great relationship with Comrade Wang Rou, we are not considering him."
Lin Zhilan reached out to feel his forehead. "You don't have a fever."
The children were too young right now. As far as Lin Zhilan was concerned, there was absolutely no need to worry.
She had even had a "boyfriend" in kindergarten; it was just kids playing house.
Li Xuan getting angry today was just a child's possessiveness over a friend acting up. Lin Zhilan felt Su Lang was making a mountain out of a molehill.
Su Lang frowned, took his wife's hand off his forehead, and placed it against his own chest.
"I just can't stand the thought of our daughter suffering any grievances. We need to strive to live a long time, so we can protect her for as long as possible."
"I agree with that," Lin Zhilan stifled a yawn. "Alright, let's turn off the lights and go to sleep."
Su Lang: "I feel uneasy. I can't sleep."
As he spoke, he began unbuttoning his shirt. Before long, the well-defined contours of his eight-pack abs were exposed.
Every groove was incredibly distinct. Especially when he flexed, the lines pulled tight, tracing the V-line down the sides of his waist along the muscle texture.
Lin Zhilan briefly admired the view for a few seconds. Just as she was about to walk away, the man grabbed her with one hand and pulled her onto his lap.
"It's still early. The lights haven't even gone out yet," Su Lang said in a low voice.
The military district sounded the lights-out bugle at nine o'clock, and it was only just past eight now.
Precisely because the lights were still on, Su Lang could see everything much more clearly.
He had excellent eyesight.
Beneath his wife's loose collar, the proud cleavage in the center was snow-white.
The plump, beautiful curves were shyly hidden yet partially exposed, making them all the more captivating.
His long, sturdy hands began to dishonestly knead and massage her body.
"Su Lang, you bastard!"
Su Lang chuckled softly, his hands becoming even more unforgiving.
Zhilan didn't know how to swear. In bed, she only ever tossed around a few words: jerk, scoundrel, bastard.
Little did she know that hearing this only made the man want to "bully" her even more fiercely.
Su Lang had calluses on his hands, and the slight roughness rubbed against the skin of her arms.
Lin Zhilan was left feeling waves of numbness. Her body went soft, and her voice trembled slightly, "You jerk..."
She was completely oblivious to what she looked like right now and just how alluring she was.
Her neckline had already been ravaged out of shape by the man. Not taking it off was even more intoxicating than taking it off.
Her face, flushed with a deep crimson hue, was already completely red. Her lips looked as though they had been thoroughly loved, tender and rosy.
A head of dark hair cascaded down, tracing her curvaceous figure.
Su Lang's eyes were red from holding back, but on the surface, he remained composed as he pleasured his wife.
Until...
Lin Zhilan leaned weakly against the man.
It felt as though a firework had exploded deep within her skull, leaving her mind completely blank for those few seconds.
Her mind was blank, leaving only her panting breaths.
Su Lang stroked her back. Once she had recovered, he simply hugged her and stood up.
Lin Zhilan's legs naturally wrapped around the man's waist.
"So good," Su Lang bit lightly on her earlobe.
Ever since the bed collapsed that one time, Su Lang seemed to have lingering fears.
Or perhaps, he had discovered the wonders of other positions...
The bed had truly become just a place for sleeping.
An hour passed...
The lights-out bugle had already sounded for the final time.
Another hour passed...
Su Lang was still plowing away diligently, showing absolutely no intention of resting.
Lin Zhilan had long since lost her usual composure.
Her eyes were moist, the corners flushed. The bite marks on her lower lip were clearly visible. A layer of fine, crystal-clear sweat beaded on her forehead, the tip of her nose, and her snow-white neck.
"Su Lang... I can't take it anymore..."
His wife's joyful reactions gave Su Lang an immense sense of satisfaction.
His sense of service deepened.
After the climax, Lin Zhilan collapsed softly against Su Lang.
Her hands naturally wrapped around his neck.
It really couldn't go on like this. Lin Zhilan steeled her heart and bit the skin near Su Lang's ear.
"Su Gege... I'm going to die of exhaustion..."
Su Gege...
Su Lang's heart trembled.
His blood boiled.
All his reason and restraint were completely blown away.
He cursed silently under his breath, surging forward aggressively to conquer the city.
...
Fortunately, the next day was the weekend. Lin Zhilan didn't have to go to the hospital in the morning; she only needed to make a trip in the afternoon to guide Lin Zijun with acupuncture.
Even so, when she woke up in the morning and saw the black and blue marks all over her body, she couldn't help but get angry, viciously punching Su Lang's pillow.
She didn't feel any discomfort down below; Su Lang had likely applied medicine for her afterward.
Lin Zhilan looked at the woman in the mirror.
With pink, peach-like cheeks and a pair of watery eyes rippling with spring desire, the hickeys on her neck stood out starkly against her snow-white skin.
She gritted her teeth, rubbed some ointment over the hickeys, and then picked out a turtleneck top before finally heading downstairs.
Jiang Chengzhou and Linlin were playing in the yard.
They were already used to it. Whenever it was a day off from work, Lin Zhilan would "sleep in."
Uncle/Daddy had said it was because Aunt/Mommy was too tired from working, so they couldn't disturb her.
Lin Zhilan didn't contradict this. Using this excuse to brush off the kids was practically flawless.
She even managed to reap more love and care from the children because of it.
Seeing her come downstairs, Jiang Chengzhou quickly walked to the kitchen and placed the porridge Su Lang had cooked early in the morning on the table. "Auntie, have some porridge."
Little Linlin followed behind and handed a spoon into her hand.
Then, frowning, she patted her hand. "Mommy works so hard. Baby feels bad."
Lin Zhilan: "..."
Working wasn't hard.
Being off work was hard.
Lin Zhilan kissed her daughter on the cheek, then looked at Jiang Chengzhou.
Jiang Chengzhou waved his hands, blushing. "I don't need one. Men and women shouldn't be too close."
"Who taught you that?" Lin Zhilan's eyes widened in curiosity.
Jiang Chengzhou: "Uncle."
Lin Zhilan nodded. "Alright then, wait for your uncle to come back and kiss you."
"Huh?"
Is that what Uncle meant?
Jiang Chengzhou hurriedly waved his hands. "I don't think that's a good idea."
Lin Zhilan burst into laughter and rubbed his head.
"You're growing up, and you're a boy, so I can't kiss you, but can I pat your head?"
Jiang Chengzhou chuckled. "Auntie can pat my head."
"I'll pat, I'll pat," Linlin reached out, standing on her tiptoes.
Just as Jiang Chengzhou was about to crouch down to cooperate, a child's sharp, piercing cry rang out from outside.
