My cousin-in-law helped me achieve my ambitions.

Seeing him staring blankly at her, Yang Tian blushed slightly and deliberately asked, "What's so interesting?"

Su Ming sincerely praised, "It looks beautiful."

Yang Tian smiled sweetly, turned around and ran into the bedroom: "Wait a minute, I still need to get my stockings."

After a while, she came out.

Holding a pair of black stockings in her hand, she sat on the sofa and bent down to put them on.

Su Ming looked at her—she was lowering her head slightly, focusing intently on putting on her stockings. Her movements, her posture, and the glimpse of her fair thigh peeking out from under her skirt were simply captivating.

After putting on her stockings, she put on her black high-heeled shoes, stood up, twirled around in place, and gave him a sweet smile.

"Let's go have dinner!"

Su Ming was completely captivated by the beauty before him.

He couldn't help but walk over and hug her tightly.

Caught off guard, Yang Tian fell into his arms.

Su Ming's hands began to wander, gently roaming over her back.

Yang Tian's face flushed instantly, her body went slightly weak, and she said breathlessly, "Su Ming... what are you doing... my body is all weak..."

Su Ming lifted her face, looked into her eyes, and said softly, "Will you be my woman? Tonight."

Yang Tian looked at him, at the burning light in his eyes, at the serious expression on his face, and her heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of her chest.

She blushed and nodded gently.

Su Ming was extremely excited.

His hand slid down her back and landed on her JK skirt at the waist, about to touch her upwards—Yang Tian suddenly grabbed his hand.

"I'm still hungry," she said softly, blushing as she looked at him.

Su Ming paused for a moment, then smiled.

He released her hand and instead put his arm around her slender waist, nodding, "Okay, let's go have dinner first. We'll come back after dinner."

Yang Tian smiled too, looked up at him, her eyes sparkling.

The two smiled at each other, put their arms around each other, and went out the door.

The door behind him closed gently.

The living room quieted down, with only the night view outside the window still shimmering.

The bedroom door was ajar.

It's like they're waiting for something.

A moment later, Su Ming rode his motorcycle with Yang Tian on the back, weaving through the town. The night breeze blew in their faces, carrying the coolness of early autumn and the unique lively atmosphere of the city.

Yang Tian sat in the back seat, her arms wrapped around Su Ming's waist, her face pressed against his back. Her long hair was blown by the wind, occasionally brushing against the back of Su Ming's neck, tickling him, and carrying the scent of shampoo.

As Su Ming rode his bike, he was still thinking about the scene at Yang Tian's house—her white shirt and JK skirt, the moment she nodded in agreement to be his woman, and her shy blush as she said, "I'm still hungry."

He felt as sweet as if he had eaten honey.

It's sweet, but there's also a hint of unease.

That IC worth 285,000 is like a stone, pressing down on my heart, impossible to remove.

He shook his head, trying to stop thinking about it for the time being.

I'll spend some quality time with her tonight.

The motorcycle stopped in front of a nicely decorated Sichuan restaurant. The signboard read "Bashu Renjia" in large characters, red lanterns hung at the entrance, and the restaurant was bustling with activity, wafting out a spicy and fragrant aroma.

Yang Tian jumped out of the car, took Su Ming's arm, and the two walked inside together.

"This Sichuan restaurant is really authentic," Yang Tian said with a smile. "The boiled fish and spicy blood curd are both delicious. My brother has brought me here several times."

Su Ming nodded, his gaze sweeping around the store, looking for a quiet corner.

Just then, his gaze froze.

He was dumbfounded.

Five meters away, at a table, sat a stunningly beautiful woman.

A deep red dress with a V-neck reveals delicate collarbones and a glimpse of fair skin. The dress is fitted at the waist, accentuating a slender figure, and the hem falls just above the knee, below which are a pair of long, straight legs encased in flesh-colored stockings. Her long hair cascades over her shoulders, her makeup is exquisite, and her features are so beautiful that it's impossible to look away.

She was holding a cup of tea and took an elegant sip.

Then, she looked up and met Su Ming's gaze.

Su Ming's heart skipped a beat. Wasn't the person sitting opposite him his cousin-in-law Qiu Tong?

His face turned red instantly, the redness spreading to the roots of his neck.

He never expected to run into her here.

Qiu Tong clearly saw him too, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes, but she quickly regained her composure. She put down her teacup, a warm smile appearing on her face, and waved to them.

"Oh, Su Ming! What a coincidence!" Her voice was clear and melodious. "And this is?"

As she spoke, Qiu Tong's gaze fell on Yang Tian, ​​and she scrutinized her carefully. Although she had seen her before, it was only from a distance on the balcony. This time, she could see clearly that she was a pretty girl.

Su Ming stood there, his mind blank.

What should he say?

Is she my girlfriend? Or a colleague?

He hesitated for a few seconds, but finally grabbed Yang Tian's hand and walked over with a stiff upper lip.

Walking to the table, Su Ming blushed, pointed at Qiu Tong, and said to Yang Tian, ​​"This is my cousin-in-law."

He then pointed to Yang Tian and said to Qiu Tong, "Sister-in-law, this is my... colleague, Yang Tian."

He felt awkward even when he uttered the word "colleague".

Yang Tian, ​​however, was poised and graceful. She nodded to Qiu Tong and greeted her politely, "Hello, sister-in-law."

Qiu Tong looked her up and down, her smile widening. She stood up, warmly took Yang Tian's hand, and invited her to sit down beside her.

"Wow, she's so beautiful!" Qiu Tong exclaimed. "Her skin, her demeanor—she's clearly from a good family. Su Ming is such a lucky guy!"

Yang Tian blushed slightly, feeling a little embarrassed by the compliment, and said, "Sister-in-law, you flatter me."

Qiu Tong smiled and waved her hand, "You flatter me! I'm just telling the truth. By the way, you haven't eaten yet, have you? I'm alone, so I'll sit with you! Come on, let's order!"

She picked up the menu and handed it to Yang Tian.

Yang Tian took the menu, but couldn't help but secretly peek at Qiu Tong.

This woman is really beautiful.

And she was exceptionally beautiful—not just ordinary pretty, but the kind of beautiful that would turn heads wherever she went. Her features were exquisitely drawn, her skin was as white as porcelain, and her figure was simply stunning, with curves in all the right places. That red dress looked like it was made just for her.

Yang Tian secretly compared them in her mind.

She was the factory's most beautiful woman, one in a thousand among three thousand female workers. But compared to the woman in front of her, she immediately paled in comparison.

This woman, is she one in a million? No, she's one in a hundred thousand, even one in a million—a top-tier beauty. She's like a movie star.

Yang Tian suddenly understood why Su Ming would sometimes space out, and why there was a complex look in his eyes when he looked at her.

With a cousin-in-law like that by your side every day, what man wouldn't be tempted?

Qiu Tong seemed to notice her gaze, turned around, and smiled gently at her.

That smile was generous and appropriate, without a trace of hostility.

Yang Tian smiled, but felt a mix of emotions.

Qiu Tong pushed the menu towards her and said warmly, "Here, you order. Don't be shy, this meal is on me."