Urban System: Beautiful lady, I really didn't steal your black stockings!

The next morning, just as dawn was breaking, Zhang Cuiting, with slightly red eyes, went into the kitchen.

As she clumsily fried the eggs, she clutched her apron tightly, her mind replaying the words she had hastily agreed to Cheng Zhe's request the day before, feeling extremely ashamed.

The thought of having dinner with Cheng Zhe, Zhang Shiyi, and her daughter made her feel uneasy, as if her thoughts had already been seen through.

When breakfast was served, Zhao Ya came out of her room yawning, picked up a loaf of bread and started eating: "Mom, Sister Shiyi, Brother Chengzhe, good morning! The fried eggs look good today~"

Completely oblivious to the unusual atmosphere at the dinner table, she shared the sweet dreams she had the night before.

Zhang Shiyi slowly sat down, glanced at Zhang Cuiting who was busy running around, and said, "Auntie, come and eat with us."

As she spoke, she naturally picked up the plate in front of Cheng Zhe and set out the tableware for him.

Every move she made exuded the air of a "mistress of the house," and she was secretly planning to find an opportunity to set some rules for Zhang Cuiting.

Cheng Zhe sat at the table, not moving his fork for a long time.

His mind was a jumbled mess, thinking about meeting Lin Weiwei's parents.

A moment later, she caught a glimpse of Zhang Cuiting's evasive gaze across the table, then looked at Zhang Shiyi beside her, who appeared to be the "hostess," before finally settling her gaze on Zhao Ya's innocent and harmless face.

He suddenly realized that he was already hopelessly entangled in these complicated relationships.

"Zhe, what are you daydreaming about?" Zhao Ya nudged his arm.

Cheng Zhe snapped out of his reverie and forced a smile: "It's nothing, I was just thinking about work."

He glanced at the three people on the table. Zhang Cuiting lowered her head and dared not meet his gaze. Zhang Shiyi's eyes were full of calculation. Only Zhao Ya looked innocent.

After the meal, the four of them went their separate ways to get back to work.

Zhao Ya went back to her room to change into some fresh clothes, grabbed her small bag, and headed out the door. Before leaving, she cheerfully called out, "Mom, Sister Shiyi, Azhe, I'm going to work!"

He was completely oblivious to the different expressions on the faces of the three people behind him.

Cheng Zhe and Zhang Shiyi then went to work, leaving Zhang Cuiting at home to do housework.

Zhang Cuiting was washing the dishes and wiping the countertop, but her mind was in turmoil.

She had just finished tidying up the living room when her phone vibrated in her pocket. She hurriedly took it out and saw a message from Cheng Zhe: "Prepare well tonight, don't disappoint me."

A single sentence left her speechless. She deleted and revised it repeatedly, but ultimately couldn't type a single word. She could only put down her phone, her chest heaving slightly.

Meanwhile, during his lunch break at work, Cheng Zhe went to the mall and picked out some tea, health products, and fruit gift boxes.

After carefully packing it, I gently placed it in the trunk of the car.

He sent Lin Weiwei another message to confirm the time for his visit tomorrow, and only breathed a sigh of relief after receiving a reply.

As night fell, Zhao Ya returned exhausted. After washing up, she lay down next to Zhang Cuiting. They chatted for a few minutes before she started yawning and soon fell asleep.

Zhang Cuiting lay with her eyes open for nearly an hour, listening to her daughter's steady breathing beside her, and glancing at the night outside the window.

In the end, she gritted her teeth, quietly lifted the covers, put on her thin pajamas, and tiptoed to Cheng Zhe's door. After hesitating for a few seconds, she gently knocked three times.

The door opened almost immediately, and Cheng Zhe saw her in her pajamas at a glance, his eyes instantly igniting with a fiery light.

Without saying a word, he reached out and pulled her into the room, not even having time to close the door.

Zhang Cuiting was startled by his sudden movement and couldn't help but whisper in alarm, "Be gentle, don't wake Xiaoya!"

Cheng Zhe didn't say anything, but simply picked her up and gently placed her on the bed, his voice low and seductive: "Put this on."

As she spoke, she took out a short skirt and a pair of black stockings with suspenders from the wardrobe.

The moment Zhang Cuiting saw the clothes, her cheeks burned, and she turned her face away in embarrassment: "I'm so old, I've never worn these before, no...no!"

"Give it a try," Cheng Zhe chuckled, stroking her cheek.

"I took Zhao Ya's; the size should be right."

"What?" Zhang Cuiting was shocked and looked up at him abruptly.

"Wearing my daughter's clothes? Absolutely not!" She instinctively tried to sit up and refuse, but Cheng Zhe had already squatted down, picked up the black stockings and put them on her slender ankles.

Zhang Cuiting struggled a few times, but Cheng Zhe did not let go, his movements gentle yet forceful.

The black stockings clung to my skin, and a strong sense of shame welled up inside me.

At the same time, a strange sense of stimulation spread through her heart, making her body slightly hot, and her original resistance gradually weakened.

After Cheng Zhe helped her put on the skirt, she bit her lower lip. Especially when she thought that these were her daughter's clothes, Zhang Cuiting felt an indescribable excitement.

Her eyes were filled with a hazy, watery light as she completely let go of all her worries and wildly savored this forbidden tenderness.

Cheng Zhe was ignited by her initiative and struck a pose that made Zhang Cuiting feel both ashamed and incredibly embarrassed, filling the room with ambiguous panting.

Just as the two were deeply in love and unable to extricate themselves, a soft "click" was heard, and Cheng Zhe's door was pushed open without warning.

A slightly languid voice came from the doorway: "I can't sleep, come over and talk to me..."

Before she could finish speaking, her gaze swept across the room, and upon seeing the scene on the bed, her voice abruptly stopped.

An exaggerated look of shock instantly appeared on his face, his pupils dilated slightly, as if he had never expected to witness this scene.

Zhang Cuiting's blood froze instantly, and the flush on her cheeks was replaced by extreme terror.

Her revealing clothes and shameful posture were completely exposed to Zhang Shiyi's eyes.

She opened her mouth, but no sound came out. She could only stare at Zhang Shiyi, her eyes filled with panic and helplessness, wishing she could disappear into the ground.

Cheng Zhe, however, was not flustered. He calmly looked at Zhang Shiyi and seemed to understand that she had deliberately come to disrupt the scene.

Zhang Shiyi stood at the doorway, stunned for several seconds, before feigning surprise and gasping, "Auntie...you guys?"

Her gaze was fixed on Zhang Cuiting, whose forty-year-old age was dressed in revealing and exaggerated clothes, making shameful poses and catering to Cheng Zhe.

A calculating glint flashed across his eyes, but his face remained etched with shock.

Zhang Cuiting was frozen in place by this sudden accident, her posture unchanged, her mind blank, and for a moment she forgot how to react.

Just then, Zhang Shiyi slowly withdrew the shock from her face, and a meaningful smile appeared on her lips.

She closed the door behind her, locked it, and then went straight to sit down on a chair in the corner of the room.

With his legs crossed and a leisurely, appreciative expression on his face, his gaze swept back and forth between Cheng Zhe and Zhang Cuiting, as if waiting for them to continue what they had just done.