In the private room.
Sun Zhe walked to the floor-to-ceiling window to draw the sheer curtains, then returned and knelt before Lin Miao’s wheelchair. After receiving her permission, he lifted her long, sheer sh skirt to her thighs.
Kneeling there, the flick of the skirt gave him a perfect view of the mysterious little mound between her legs. He was also shocked to discover that her tights were crotchless, likely for convenience. Deep within the folds of her skirt, the delicate lace fabric was completely unable to conceal the lush thatch of hair beneath.
Sun Zhe swallowed hard, quickly averting his gaze and glancing up at Lin Miao’s face. He could hardly imagine how enchanting her figure would be if her legs weren’t disabled and she could stand up.
At that mont, Lin Miao seed to realize she had been exposed. She instinctively pressed her legs together, a blush rising on her lovely cheeks, but she maintained her calm, gentle, and graceful deanor.
"Witch Master, is sothing wrong?"
"Uh, no... It’s nothing."
Sun Zhe forced himself to calm down, pushing aside his wicked thoughts. He then reached out and began to gently press on her legs through the slick material of her stockings. Gradually, his brow furrowed, and his expression grew solemn. Watching him, Lin Miao’s heart sank.
After a mont, Sun Zhe withdrew his hands, lowered her skirt, and stood up. "President Lin, your condition is serious, but it is treatable."
Hearing this, Lin Miao’s eyes lit up, her voice trembling with excitent. "It can really be treated?"
Sun Zhe smiled and nodded. "But I need to think carefully about a treatnt plan. President Lin, if it’s convenient, let’s exchange contact information."
"Okay. But Witch Master, please don’t call President Lin. As the Witch Master, you can just call by my na, or you can call Miaomiao."
Sun Zhe gave a relaxed smile. "Then you shouldn’t call Witch Master, either. It always sounds strange. Just call Ah Zhe."
Amid their lighthearted chat, Sun Zhe wheeled Lin Miao out of the private room and returned her to Lin Yingchun’s care.
Lin Yingchun looked at Sun Zhe, asking eagerly, "How is it? Can my sister’s legs be treated?"
Sun Zhe nodded and said in a firm, reassuring tone, "Yes, they can."
At his words, Lin Yingchun’s beautiful eyes brightened. A rare, happy smile spread across her face, and she beca so excited that she rushed forward, hugged Sun Zhe, and gave him a quick kiss. This scene stunned the nearby guests. The second young lady of the Lin Family was kissing a man in public! Which family’s young man was this fortunate?
Lin Yingchun paid no mind to the stares and whispers of the crowd. With her eyes reddening, she looked at Sun Zhe and said, her voice choked with emotion, "That year... if my sister hadn’t been trying to save , she wouldn’t be in a wheelchair now."
"Sun Zhe, thank you so much!"
Sun Zhe reached out and patted her shoulder. "We’re all fellow disciples. There’s no need for such formalities."
"Mmm..."
Sun Zhe then looked over at Ye Qiao and asked curiously, "Qiaoqiao, where’s Stepmom?"
Ye Qiao was in the middle of eating cake, a smudge of cream at the corner of her mouth making her look incredibly sweet and cute. "Mom said she’s waiting for you in the car. She has sothing she needs to talk to you about."
"Oh, okay. I’ll go right away."
Just then, Lin Yingchun asked curiously, "By the way, how did you get in here?"
Hearing this, Sun Zhe rubbed his nose and gave an awkward laugh. "If I told you I climbed over the courtyard wall to get in, would you kick out?"
Lin Yingchun rolled her eyes at him and said in a scolding tone, "Did you have to go through so much trouble? The walls here are so high, and you have to climb several floors to get in. What if you had fallen? Couldn’t you have just called ?"
Faced with the school beauty’s reprimand, Sun Zhe looked utterly innocent. "I didn’t know your family was hosting the banquet tonight."
From her wheelchair, Lin Miao couldn’t help but cover her mouth and giggle. "Alright, Yingchun, Ah Zhe has things to do. Let’s go wander around the second floor."
"Qiaoqiao, Shiyan, you two co with us."
「Not long after.」
Sun Zhe exited the elevator and found the red BMW sedan in the underground parking garage. Zhu Yan and Liu Fang were sitting in the back seat, chatting and cuddling intimately.
When she saw Sun Zhe arrive, Zhu Yan’s expression imdiately darkened. She huffed and turned to look away, pouting like an angry little girl.
Liu Fang gave a dry laugh and waved at Sun Zhe. "Ah Zhe, you two talk. I have to go."
A mont later, after Liu Fang had left, Sun Zhe plopped down in the car and slamd the door shut. Before a single word was spoken, he eagerly pulled Zhu Yan into his arms, burying his face in her neck and greedily inhaling her fragrance.
Tonight, Zhu Yan’s outfit was the epito of sexy. She wore a purple, double-layered, off-the-shoulder bodycon dress with hollow lace patterns. Her slender legs were encased in sheer, glossy, nude-colored stockings, and on her stockinged feet, she wore transparent crystal high heels. As she sat in the car, the hip-hugging skirt had ridden up almost to her waist.
"Stepmom, you sll so good."
Zhu Yan huffed softly, turning her face to the side and letting him do as he pleased. It was only then that Sun Zhe realized she was in a bad mood. He released her and asked, "Stepmom, what’s wrong? Are you mad at ?"
Zhu Yan turned to glare at him. "What’s this about you being injured?"
Sun Zhe looked baffled and instantly put on a dramatic act. "Injured? What injury? Stepmom, what are you talking about?"
"Still pretending!" Zhu Yan couldn’t stand it anymore and suddenly reached out to pinch his ear. "Qiaoqiao already confessed everything! She said that during your ’business trip,’ you were recovering from an injury in the girls’ dormitory!"
Sun Zhe clapped a hand over his ear, gritting his teeth. "That Qiaoqiao... She sold out!"
Hearing that, Zhu Yan pinched even harder.
"OW! IT HURTS, IT HURTS! Stepmom, please let go! I was wrong!"
Zhu Yan released him, only to give his waist an irritated pinch. "Don’t you dare lie to again."
Sun Zhe suddenly pulled her into his embrace. "I was just afraid you’d worry. Honestly, that day... I thought I was going to die. I was afraid I’d never see you again."
"You still have the nerve to bring that up!" Zhu Yan’s eyes welled with tears. She reached up to gently touch his ear and whispered, her voice thick with emotion, "You idiot. Does it still hurt?"
Sun Zhe chuckled. "It won’t hurt anymore if you kiss it."
Zhu Yan said nothing. She leaned in, her fiery red lips taking his earlobe between them before she breathed softly against his skin. Sun Zhe felt as if his bones were about to lt. His hand slid mischievously under her short skirt, kneading the mysterious little mound through her smooth, glossy stockings.
"Mmm..." A faint, enchanting moan escaped Zhu Yan’s lips as her own hand drifted down to caress the large tent that had ford in his lap.
Sun Zhe slowly slid his hand to her waist, forcing his fingers inside her stockings and gradually advancing toward that mysterious region. "I’m sorry, Stepmom," he said. "That night at the KTV... I only got angry because I saw you and Aunt Liu cuddling in the private room." He then quickly added, "But you can’t bla entirely! Aunt Liu dresses so much like a man. If you’re not standing right in front of her, you’d never know she’s a woman."
Hearing this, Zhu Yan couldn’t help but burst out laughing. "So, you were jealous?"
Sun Zhe looked away. "I was not."
"You totally were."
"I really wasn’t."
Zhu Yan rested her head in his embrace and unzipped his pants, freeing the great dragon and playing with it gently. "You silly boy," she murmured. "Having you is enough for . Why would I ever look for another man? I t President Liu through Zhishan. She’s a major client for our company. I invited her for drinks that day to sign a contract with her."
"Besides, she’s a really good person. She treats like a little sister and always looks out for . I ca here with her today because she wanted to introduce to several other big clients."
Sun Zhe squinted in pleasure, replying absently, "I see... Ahh... Stepmom, your nail scratched ."
Zhu Yan slapped his chest irritably. "I’m trying to talk to you about sothing serious!"
Sun Zhe wore a pained expression. "But what your hand is doing isn’t very serious!"
Zhu Yan huffed playfully before her expression turned earnest. "Ah Zhe, I don’t want to always be spending your money. Do you understand what I an? I work at Zhishan’s company, and while thirty thousand a month is a good salary, I want to climb higher. I can’t rely on you for everything, so I asked Zhishan to arrange a position for in the sales departnt."
"From this deal I signed with President Liu, I’ll earn a million in commission."
Sun Zhe said, "Is that right? Stepmom, you’re amazing."
"Hey! I’m being serious!"
"I know. And I’m being serious when I praise you."
Zhu Yan leaned in and nibbled his neck. "You little devil, you’re never serious."
A thought suddenly occurred to Sun Zhe. "So the watch and stockings in the car were President Liu’s too?"
"Mmm... She got drunk that day, so I drove her ho. She must have left them in my car. She said the stockings were uncomfortable, so she took them off."
Sun Zhe nodded, his other hand stroking Zhu Yan’s stocking-clad legs. He grinned mischievously. "I prefer tearing stockings to taking them off."
Zhu Yan slapped his hand away. "All you think about all day are naughty things," she cooed.
Ignoring her, he continued to play with her leg and asked, "By the way, what was that about the woman who was giving you trouble before?"
Zhu Yan looked innocent. "She was probably resentful because I stole her contract. President Liu used to work with her, but now she’s working with instead."
Hearing this, Sun Zhe sneered. "In business, it all cos down to skill. Stepmom, if you run into people like that again, don’t you dare tolerate it!"
"Alright, I know."
Sun Zhe suddenly slid his hand inside her collar and leaned close to her ear. "Stepmom, why don’t we do it here in the car?"
Zhu Yan’s face flushed. She glanced nervously out the window. "With so many people around, what if soone sees? Can’t this wait until we get ho tonight?"
Sun Zhe, however, was unconcerned. "What’s there to be afraid of? The windows are tinted."
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