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

Su Ming's heart skipped a beat, but he dared not show it on his face. He recalled the passionate night he spent with Lin Shumei in the hotel, that burning hot body, and those shameful scenes...

A strange sense of guilt welled up inside me.

He didn't know why. His cousin's wife was just his cousin's wife; it was his freedom to date and do whatever he wanted with other women. But now, facing her eyes that seemed to see right through him, he felt a little guilty, as if he had done something to wrong her.

"No." He lowered his head, his voice a little tight. "The factory sent me on a business trip to do inventory. I worked overtime all night and I'm exhausted."

Qiu Tong stared at him for a few seconds, then suddenly smiled.

There was a hint of relief, a touch of gentleness, and a little bit of emotion that Su Ming couldn't decipher in that smile.

"You must be very tired!" She stood up, reached out and ruffled his hair gently, as if stroking a tired puppy. "Go take a hot shower to relieve your fatigue."

Su Ming nodded and was about to stand up when Qiu Tong turned and walked towards the bedroom.

"Alright, I'm glad you're okay. I can go to work now." She walked to the bedroom door, turned back and gave him a charming smile. "I'm going in to change my clothes."

The door closed.

Su Ming sat on the sofa, listening to the rustling sounds coming from the bedroom, but the image of his cousin-in-law changing clothes involuntarily floated into his mind...

He shook his head, suppressing the thought, and got up to go to the bathroom.

Just then, the bedroom door opened.

Qiu Tong came out.

Su Ming only glanced at it, and he froze on the spot, as if someone had acupunctured him.

She changed her clothes—a tight-fitting black mini-dress with a deep V-neck, so scantily clad that it seemed the manufacturer never intended for it to be worn properly. The neckline was very low, revealing her delicate collarbones and a large expanse of snow-white skin; the deep cleavage was faintly visible in the dim light, captivating the eye. The skirt was so short it only reached mid-thigh, below which were a pair of straight, slender, beautiful legs, dazzlingly white, gleaming with a lustrous sheen under the light, like two pieces of fine mutton-fat jade.

She also wore light makeup, with upturned eyeliner, bright red lips, and her long hair loosely draped over her shoulders, exuding a unique charm and sexiness characteristic of mature women.

Su Ming felt a rush of hot blood to his head, and his nose felt hot. He almost thought he was about to perform a "blood splattering three feet" scene on the spot.

His eyes were fixed on her as if drawn by a magnet, sliding from her beautiful face to her deep V-neck, and then to her long, white legs... His gaze was like a searchlight, scanning back and forth.

He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

This is insane! Who can stand this? It's even more shocking than Lin Shumei not wearing clothes last night.

I thought I'd be immune to my cousin's wife after trying other women, but who knew that after trying her, I'd be even more lustful?

Before, when he looked at his cousin's wife, he thought she was beautiful, but it was more of an appreciation of beauty, like admiring a painting or a landscape. But ever since he had that kind of relationship with Lin Shumei yesterday, his feelings towards his cousin's wife have been completely different.

Those images would involuntarily float into his mind—what would it be like if his cousin-in-law were lying under him like Lin Shumei?

Once the thought popped into his head, it grew wildly like weeds, impossible to suppress. He felt like a pervert, yet he just couldn't control himself.

Qiu Tong seemed to notice his gaze, and a faint smile appeared on her lips. Instead of leaving, she gracefully walked to the sofa, sat down opposite him, and elegantly crossed her legs.

Those long, white legs, so white they shone, were displayed before him without any cover, like two bolts of lightning, striking him until he was scorched and bruised.

"What are you looking at?" She tilted her head and looked at him, her tone slightly mischievous. "Go, help your cousin-in-law get the stockings from the balcony."

Su Ming was stunned for a moment, then came to his senses, and his face instantly turned as red as a monkey's bottom.

He said "Oh," and turned to walk towards the balcony as if fleeing, at a speed as if a dog was chasing him.

A few clothes were hanging on the balcony, and a row of stockings hung in the corner—two pairs of black and one pair of flesh-colored—swaying gently in the night breeze like three small flags of surrender.

Su Ming stood there, staring dumbfounded at the three pairs of stockings.

Which pair does my cousin's wife want?

He scratched his head and shouted into the house, his voice tinged with helplessness, "Sister-in-law, are you wearing flesh-colored or black?"

Qiu Tong's voice came from inside the house, tinged with laughter: "Bring both pairs over!"

Su Ming had no choice but to take off all three pairs of stockings and hold them in his hands. The stockings were as thin as cicada wings, smooth to the touch, and carried a faint scent of laundry detergent. He held those three light, airy things, yet they felt as heavy as a thousand pounds.

He took the stockings back to the living room and handed them to Qiu Tong, his gesture as respectful as if he were presenting a letter of credence.

Qiu Tong took it, looked down at it, then looked up and gave him a charming smile.

"Su Ming!" She blinked, her tone serious as she asked, "Do you think my cousin-in-law looks better in black stockings or nude stockings?"

Su Ming was stunned.

He looked at Qiu Tong, at her smiling eyes, and his mind went completely blank; his CPU just exploded.

How did he answer that question?

Saying black stockings are pretty? What about nude stockings? Saying nude stockings are pretty? What about black stockings? Saying they're both pretty? That's not saying anything at all. Saying they're both not pretty? That's asking for trouble! This is a death trap question!

He scratched his head and stammered, "I...I don't know either. They all look good, right?"

Even he himself felt that his words were perfunctory.

Qiu Tong rolled her eyes dramatically and said reproachfully, "I'm really impressed with you. Can't you even see that?"

Su Ming laughed awkwardly and honestly admitted, "I really haven't researched this."

He genuinely hadn't researched it. Back in his hometown, the women in the village all wore cotton trousers; who wore stockings? Now that he's in the city, he's too busy looking at beautiful women to even think about what kind of stockings they wear.

Qiu Tong couldn't help but chuckle when she saw his honest and simple appearance.

"Never mind then!" She shook her head, her tone tinged with indulgence. "I'll wear them all for you to see."

As she spoke, she actually picked up the pair of flesh-colored stockings and began to put them on her feet.

Su Ming stood to the side, trying to look away, but he couldn't. His eyes seemed glued shut with superglue.

Qiu Tong sat on the sofa, one leg slightly bent, her hands gripping the top of the stockings, slowly pulling them up. The movement was slow and deliberate, as if she were performing some kind of sacred ritual.

First, pull the stockings over your toes, then slowly pull them up to cover your ankles, then your calves, and then slowly pull them up to your thighs.

As she bent over, her neckline opened slightly, revealing glimpses of her snow-white skin. Her skirt rode up a little, exposing even more intimate skin on her inner thighs. The sight was utterly arousing, more stimulating than any R-rated film.

Su Ming felt his mouth was dry and his heart was pounding so fast it felt like it was going to jump out of his chest. He wondered if his heart was trying to quit.

He remembered yesterday at the hotel, when Lin Shumei had done the same thing, putting on stockings in front of him. But the feeling then was completely different from now.

Lin Shumei's provocation was deliberate, aggressive, and purposeful, like a female leopard eyeing its prey. My cousin's wife, on the other hand, was simply doing something ordinary and natural, yet it was more captivating than any deliberate seduction. What is that called? That's called innate, natural power.

"What a beauty! She's a beauty that could bring ruin to a country! Those legs are just too gorgeous!" Su Ming's heart pounded as he secretly admired her, barely daring to breathe.

Qiu Tong put on her stockings, stood up, and twirled in front of him.

"Is it pretty?" she asked, her eyes bright and expectant, like a little girl waiting for praise.

Su Ming looked at her, his eyes shining.

A black miniskirt, flesh-colored stockings, long, slender legs, and a near-perfect figure. He nodded sincerely, his voice slightly hoarse: "Beautiful! The flesh-colored ones are beautiful!"

These legs were practically kissed by the devil; they were so damn tempting that just one glance was enough to set his mind racing.

He was even a little jealous of the man behind his cousin's wife. What kind of good fortune did he accumulate in his past life to be able to have such a beauty as his cousin's wife?