A charming widow in her 70s married a factory manager and raised his children.

In front of a serious, earnest, and single-minded person, one must also be serious, earnest, and single-minded.

Zhuang Qingxiang gently released her grip, forcing herself to say, "I didn't misunderstand you... Well, thank you in advance."

Have Factory Director Lu drive to pick up the traditional Chinese medicine practitioner specializing in bone-setting, then pay him to treat her, and after the treatment, have Factory Director Lu drive her back home...

It's impossible to even think about it. How much face do I have to make such a request?

Besides, they've already put it this way, if I don't agree, wouldn't it make me seem like I have something on my mind?

After Zhuang Qingxiang agreed, her ears turned slightly red, and she dared not look at Lu Congyue.

As she lay on the bed, a pair of warm, large hands touched her lower back, and she couldn't help but tremble.

The large hand paused, warming her wound like a hot water bottle, and Zhuang Qingxiang felt her face begin to heat up.

When those hands started moving, not only did her face get hot, but her whole body also became increasingly hot.

Zhuang Qingxiang wanted to bury her face in the pillow, biting her lip and covering her mouth, afraid of letting out any inappropriate sounds.

When Sun Yongxian massaged her, everything was perfectly normal. But when it was Lu Congyue who massaged her, her waist and legs went weak, and she started sweating.

If Zhuang Qingxiang dared to look back at this moment, she would see that Lu Congyue was not much better than her.

His face was expressionless, but his ears were burning hot, and sweat was pouring from his forehead and nose.

He had never known that women's skin was like this.

It's indescribable; it's both cool and warm.

Zhuang Qingxiang ate a lot and ate well every day to breastfeed, so she was quite plump with a lot of soft flesh. Even though her waist was very thin, it still felt like a bag of flesh to the touch.

Lu Congyue stared blankly at Zhuang Qingxiang's slender waist, placing his hands on it. Even without intentionally measuring, he could clearly tell that he could roughly pinch it with both hands.

In my dream, he pinched me, with both hands, easily able to grab me, hold me down, and pull me towards him...

His Adam's apple bobbed, and Lu Congyue felt his throat getting drier and his mouth getting thirstier.

In other words, he had amazing self-control; he still remembered what his bone-setting master had said and kept doing what he was taught.

Just as he was struggling to control himself, a soft, low cry rang out.

Lu Congyue paused, opened his mouth, and asked with difficulty, "Did I hurt you?"

Zhuang Qingxiang shook her head, then, realizing something was amiss, nodded.

How could she possibly say that it wasn't in pain just now... she must have been hurt by something?

"Then I'll be a little gentler." Lu Congyue said this without realizing how hoarse his voice was.

He told me to be gentler, but deep down he wanted to be ruthless, to pinch hard, to press down heavily...

Lu Congyue abruptly pulled his hand back and dragged the blanket over Zhuang Qingxiang's body.

What was he thinking just now?!

Lu Congyue swallowed hard: "Let's leave it at that for now. I'm afraid I might hurt you. I'll go ask Sun Yongxian again."

After saying that, he turned and left, as if there was something terrifying in the room.

Zhuang Qingxiang breathed a sigh of relief, lifted her head from the pillow, her head also covered in sweat, her eyes glistening with moisture, and the corners of her eyes sparkling with spring-like joy.

Fortunately, Lu Congyue covered her with the blanket, otherwise she probably wouldn't have had the strength.

Aside from the first time she had no recollection of it, this was the first time she had been so intimate with a man, letting his hand rest on her waist.

She dared not recall that feeling.

The moment those hands reached out, she bit her lip. Then, she was drawn by a strange feeling that spread from her waist throughout her body, leaving her fingers weak.

Fortunately, Lu Congyue left, otherwise she was afraid she would embarrass herself.

Zhuang Qingxiang regained her strength after a while, carefully turned over, and saw the two baby dolls playing with their hands next to her, and couldn't help but laugh.

I'm so glad that the two kids are easy to take care of, and I don't have to carry them all the time.

She remembered that when Qian Haoqing was this age, he needed someone to hold him all the time. He would cry and fuss as soon as he was put down. Her stepfather didn't like to hear the crying and would get angry. She had no choice but to hold him all the time, which was very tiring.

After playing with the child for a while, it felt like only a short time before Lu Congyue returned.

"Sun Yongxian said I hadn't learned it well enough, so she taught me some more techniques and told me to come back and continue helping you."

As if anticipating Zhuang Qingxiang's refusal, he quickly added, "Sun Yongxian said you can't slack off even for a day. If you persevere for a few more days, you'll feel much better. She's not sure what the consequences will be if you stop halfway. Maybe you could get up in half a month, but you might not be able to get up for a month?"

Lu Congyue actually suspected that Sun Yongxian was exaggerating, but for some reason, he didn't want to expose her.

"Sun Yongxian said she had to persist for at least half an hour every day, but just now... it seemed like it was only ten minutes?"

Zhuang Qingxiang didn't dare to look up, secretly lamenting her misfortune.

The past ten minutes have already felt like an eternity; if another twenty minutes were to pass, she doesn't know if she could endure it.

Lu Congyue licked his teeth and said in a deep voice, "Should you lie down yourself, or should I help you?"

Zhuang Qingxiang thought about the little money she had saved, made up her mind, and whispered, "How about... we hire someone? You're so busy, how can we take up your time? I... I can pay for it myself."

Lu Congyue paused as he reached the edge of the kang (heated brick bed), his voice low and heavy: "What? You think my technique is no good?"

"I don't mind..."

"Then why hire someone else? Do you have a lot of money? Don't you have anything to spend?" Lu Congyue questioned three times in a row.

Zhuang Qingxiang couldn't explain, and in the end, she could only obediently lie back down.

The injuries on her face have mostly healed, but the injuries on her back and waist are the most severe.

She gasped when Lu Congyue made his move.

For some reason, he hit a little too hard this time.

"It hurts a little..." she said fearfully, worried that this would make her back injury worse.

She'd been lying there so long she was practically moldy, and she couldn't wait to get up and get to work.

The next moment, Lu Congyue's strength lessened, but he could still feel the pain.

"Sun Yongxian said it can't be too light, otherwise it won't be effective. Just bear with it and massage it in every day until it's smooth," Lu Congyue explained in a low voice.

Zhuang Qingxiang could only endure it.

However, this also has its advantages. Last time he was too gentle, almost like a caress, which made her feel uncomfortable all over.

This time it's much better; I just have to endure the pain.

As time passed, Zhuang Qingxiang felt the pain lessen, and Lu Congyue's touch became lighter and lighter, eventually turning into a lingering caress.

Zhuang Qingxiang couldn't help but bury her face in the pillow and mumbled, "Isn't it enough...? It's almost time..."

Unbeknownst to her, her voice was soft and melodious, almost seductive, with a hint of allure.

Lu Congyue heard it clearly, his heart was pounding so hard that his hands were trembling slightly.

Involuntarily, he placed his hands on either side of his waist, reaching upwards along his waistline, but before he could even breathe, he seemed to touch something and suddenly stopped.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

Their breaths stopped at that moment.

As Zhuang Qingxiang trembled, Lu Congyue bent down slightly, as if enveloping her completely, and whispered hoarsely in her ear, "Zhuang Qingxiang, I still want to..."