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Chapter 93 Aunt Wang, isn't this a bit inappropriate...?

Kyoto Base City, Song Family Manor.

Today, Chen Mo was invited to the manor as a guest, accompanied by Madam Song, Wang Rong, and her two daughters. As for Song Tianying, he was busy with China's war against the monsters in the entire wilderness area and would hardly return for ten days or half a month.

At this moment, Chen Mo was sitting in the hall of the manor villa, chatting happily with his future mother-in-law, Wang Rong. Wang Rong, who had initially strongly opposed Chen Mo's relationship with Song Zilin, was now incredibly affectionate towards Chen Mo, even more so than towards her own two daughters.

"Linlin, how can you be so insensible? Hurry up and pour your brother-in-law some tea." Wang Rong scolded Song Zilin playfully when she saw her sitting far away, eavesdropping on their conversation.

"He wants tea, so he can just ask the auntie to pour it for him. Why do I have to pour it for him myself?" Song Zilin said with a sneer.

"Just go when I tell you to, stop with the nonsense." Wang Rong glared at her, afraid that her daughter would offend Chen Mo, this great figure.

Chen Mo, standing to the side, simply smiled without saying a word, showing no intention of being polite at all.

"Hey, brother-in-law, please have some tea!" Song Zilin slammed the teacup down in front of Chen Mo, forcing a smile through gritted teeth.

After saying that, without waiting for Chen Mo's reply, she turned around and ran upstairs, leaving Chen Mo with a graceful back view.

Wang Rong and Chen Mo continued their conversation, with Wang Rong's clear laughter occasionally ringing out in the hall. Her towering, snow-capped breasts trembled slightly, making Chen Mo feel a little embarrassed to look at her for too long.

Wang Rong, who looks to be no more than thirty years old, doesn't look like a mother of two at all. Her skin is so fair that it seems like you could squeeze water out of it, especially her deep, bottomless cleavage, which is so smooth that it makes your eyes want to linger on it.

At this moment, Song Ziyan, who had finished dressing up, also came to the living room and joined their conversation.

Soon, the manor's chefs and waiters had prepared dinner. At Song Ziyan's prompting, Chen Mo went upstairs to call Song Zilin for dinner.

The door to Song Zilin's bedroom upstairs was ajar. You could see the girl lying on the bed with her long, white legs crossed, looking at her phone and talking to herself. Through the crack in the door, Chen Mo could see a young couple on the screen, with a desolate city in the background.

Chen Mo quietly pushed open the door and went in, walking behind the girl. As he listened to her constantly talking bad about him, a gentle smile appeared on Chen Mo's lips.

Amid the girl's gasp, Chen Mo leaned down, pulled her into his arms, and kissed her directly.

"W-What are you going to do?" Finally snapping out of the deep kiss, Song Zilin's pretty face turned red as she glared at the man she both loved and hated.

"I heard you and your sister have a telepathic connection. You must feel terrible every time I'm with her," Chen Mo said with a wicked smile, looking at the stunningly beautiful face before him. His voice was deep and magnetic. "Now, I'm giving you a chance to get revenge on her."

As he spoke, he quietly unbuttoned the girl's shirt and started building a snowman.

"No way~" Song Zilin pushed weakly, but her sweet voice sounded like she was trying to refuse but actually welcoming.

Faced with the advances of Chen Mo, a seasoned womanizer, the inexperienced Song Zilin was powerless to resist. She quickly went from refusing to being enthusiastic and proactive, and even took the initiative.

Faced with his sister-in-law's "welcome," Chen Mo was completely unable to control himself and soon became deeply and irrevocably infatuated.

At this moment, Wang Rong and her daughter downstairs heard the increasingly loud noise upstairs. Both of them blushed slightly, especially Song Ziyan, who felt like she was being scratched by cat claws because she was connected to her sister.

"Mom, I'll go upstairs and urge them." Song Ziyan felt unbearably hot all over and finally couldn't help but get up and walk upstairs.

Wang Rong's face flushed red and then turned pale, and she spat out a low curse:

"Absurd! Utterly absurd!"

Her tightly closed, rounded legs kept twisting, and her eyes held a hint of heat.

……

More than two hours later, Song Zilin and Song Ziyan appeared hand in hand in the restaurant, followed by Chen Mo, who looked relaxed and at ease.

"Come on, sit down and eat. You must be starving." Wang Rong, sitting in the main seat, said casually, but her cheeks flushed after she finished speaking, as if she felt that her words were a bit ambiguous.

Song Ziyan and Song Zilin blushed and quickly sat down to eat. They couldn't help but recall the absurd scene from before, and their bodies reacted again.

Chen Mo, who had gotten his wish, didn't feel embarrassed at all. He sat down to eat naturally and chatted with Wang Rong casually.

After the meal, Wang Rong invited Chen Mo to the study for a private talk. This was the main reason she invited Chen Mo over. Although she knew that given the relationship between Chen Mo and her two daughters, there would most likely be no problem with this matter, she still decided to talk to Chen Mo alone just in case.

"Xiao Mo." Wang Rong sat down on the sofa opposite Chen Mo, casually crossing her fair legs, smoothing a strand of hair behind her ear, and spoke with a smile:

"As you know, Yan Yan's father has always dreamed of becoming someone who surpasses the God of War. He has now joined the Yanhuang Temple, but he hasn't passed the temple's assessment yet. You see..."

Chen Mo guessed that this was Wang Rong's purpose in contacting him, but thinking that this future mother-in-law had originally planned to marry Song Zilin to Liu Xun, he felt a little resentful, so he smiled faintly and said:

"Aunt Wang, Uncle Song is already a high-level war god. It's only a matter of time before he passes the temple's assessment. Why are you in such a hurry?"

"Oh dear~" Wang Rong chuckled, "Your Uncle Song's talent isn't that high. Who knows when he'll pass the test? What if he runs out of 'Wooden Crystals' by then? So you should help him out. Consider it a favor from Aunt Wang."

"This..." Chen Mo pretended to hesitate, seemingly somewhat embarrassed.

At this moment, Wang Rong bit her lip and sat directly on the armrest of the sofa next to Chen Mo, her thighs touching Chen Mo's arm.

"Xiao Mo, we're family now. Even if you don't care about your Uncle Song, you should at least look after Yan Yan and Lin Lin. They've all gotten such good fortune for you. Aren't you satisfied yet?"

Wang Rong's voice was sweet and delicate, her breath as fragrant as orchids, and Chen Mo could almost feel the warmth emanating from her body.

Seeing that Chen Mo was still hesitating, Wang Rong suddenly tilted her body, feigned a gasp, and fell into Chen Mo's arms. This completely enraged Chen Mo, who almost without hesitation wrapped his arms around her voluptuous waist and pulled her alluring body into his embrace.

"Aunt Wang, isn't this a bit inappropriate?" Chen Mo said, pretending to be serious, but his hands had already traversed mountains and valleys, even reaching grasslands and deep valleys.

Wang Rong gave him a charmingly disdainful look, pressed herself tightly against him, and offered him a sweet kiss.

This was like a bolt from the blue, igniting a wildfire that was impossible to stop.

Two or three hours later, the private conversation finally came to an end. When Chen Mo walked out of the study, Wang Rong was lying softly on the messy desk, her face showing an unprecedented sense of satisfaction.

(End of this chapter)