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

"Are you asleep? I need to get something."

Lu Congyue's deep voice came through the door, and Zhuang Qingxiang hurriedly got out of bed to open it for him.

After opening the door, the two seemed frozen in place, the atmosphere tense. After a while, Lu Congyue finally stepped in, quietly rummaged through the cabinets and drawers, and then left without a sound.

As he passed Zhuang Qingxiang, who had been standing quietly, on his way out, he paused. "Shall we talk?"

Zhuang Qingxiang's heart was beating a little fast. After thinking for a moment, she followed Lu Congyue out.

After closing the door to the inner room, Zhuang Qingxiang waited patiently for Lu Congyue to speak.

Who knew he would just tell her to sit down and then fall silent.

Zhuang Qingxiang felt like she was sitting on a nail; she couldn't sit still at all.

He remained silent, so she had no choice but to speak first: "Director Lu, what do you want to say?"

What should I say?

Lu Congyue wasn't quite sure either; he hadn't even expected to call Zhuang Qingxiang out and say he wanted to talk to her.

But it seems we really should talk about it.

"Will you and Jiang Weihai...get married?"

"..." Zhuang Qingxiang was speechless.

He hadn't heard a single word she said.

"Won't!"

"Then I..."

"No way!" Zhuang Qingxiang blurted out, "I won't marry anyone."

Lu Congyue was once again so angry that he couldn't speak.

Thinking to myself that I was being pathetic, knowing full well what she would say, I still couldn't help but ask.

"What is it about me that I'm not good enough?"

Lu Congyue couldn't help but ask.

He actually wanted to ask himself where he was inferior to her deceased husband, but his pride wouldn't allow him to compare himself to others, so he had to change the way he asked the question.

Zhuang Qingxiang pursed her lips and said honestly, "Director Lu, you are very good, extremely good. You are the best person I have ever met."

Lu Congyue was so angry he almost laughed.

If he's really that good, why doesn't she marry him?

"Director Lu, you're too good to me. I'm not good enough for you."

After Zhuang Qingxiang finished speaking in a low voice, she got up and went into the house.

Before she could open the door, Lu Congyue grabbed her arm, and Zhuang Qingxiang heard his deep and urgent voice.

"What if I said you deserve it? You're wonderful, absolutely wonderful, the best woman I've ever met..."

Zhuang Qingxiang stared at the light cord hanging on the wall for a few seconds, then reached out and pulled the light off. She turned around and hugged the man who had said she was very good, stood on tiptoe, looked up, and kissed him haphazardly.

The dark and quiet room was suddenly filled with rapid and heavy breathing.

By the time Lu Congyue realized what was happening, he had already picked her up and pinned her against the wall, their lips and teeth locked in a passionate embrace.

"no……"

The protest that was about to spill from his lips was immediately silenced by Zhuang Qingxiang.

He tried to push her away, but she clung to him like a vine, clinging tightly as if she wanted to devour him.

One lit the fire, while the other, already ablaze, tried to extinguish it.

In the midst of their struggle, Zhuang Qingxiang bit his ear, sounding aggrieved: "You really don't want me?"

How could I not think about it?

I'm going crazy thinking about it.

Lu Congyue held her tightly: "Then marry me."

Zhuang Qingxiang didn't answer, but instead tore open his collar and bit him on the collarbone.

With a muffled groan, Lu Congyue almost knelt down.

Large beads of sweat slid down his forehead, and he couldn't help but tear open her clothes as well.

Something seemed to fly out and land softly on the ground, but no one cared.

Everything felt like a dream; the entanglement and tearing in the darkness was unstoppable until their skin touched. Lu Congyue forced himself to restrain himself, pinning down the restless woman, and said in a hoarse voice, "Zhuang Qingxiang, I'm not like you. I've never been married, never had a woman. If you take me, you have to take responsibility..."

Zhuang Qingxiang's burning body stiffened, and she stopped breathing.

Lu Congyue grabbed her and pulled her close to him: "A relationship that doesn't aim for marriage is just playing around. You've done this to me and you're not taking responsibility, that's even more of a scoundrel. Zhuang Qingxiang, you can't do this to me."

"Zhuang Qingxiang, are you sure you want this?"

Lu Congyue was poised to strike, but Zhuang Qingxiang began to struggle and escape at that moment.

Responsible? Responsible for what? How will I be responsible? Responsible for what?

Zhuang Qingxiang knew very well that she couldn't afford to take on that responsibility.

"I don't want it anymore," she replied weakly, her voice tinged with a sweet sob.

Lu Congyue gritted his teeth and grabbed the person back: "You... I've already gone this far, and you're just going to say you don't want me anymore? What am I supposed to do then?"

Zhuang Qingxiang had no idea what to do. Although she had given birth, she really had no experience in this kind of thing. Apart from taking the initiative to kiss him, he was clearly the one in control afterward.

She didn't know, all she knew was that her back was pressed against the cold wall, and she felt so uncomfortable that she wanted to cry.

Then, he grabbed her hand and whispered in her ear, asking for her help. His hot breath on her ear made her tremble slightly.

After a period of chaos in the darkness, Zhuang Qingxiang returned to the inner room on the kang (heated brick bed) feeling extremely weak, unable to even breathe steadily.

This man only cares about satisfying himself, unless she agrees to take responsibility and agrees to marriage.

That's absolutely outrageous!

Zhuang Qingxiang finally fell asleep after a long while.

The next day, when my child woke me up, I realized that I was almost naked under the covers.

The children whimpered and writhed, wanting milk, and Zhuang Qingxiang suppressed her embarrassment as she coaxed them.

Just then, Xiao Qianyue woke up.

"Mom, why aren't you wearing any clothes?" When the child's clear voice rang out, Zhuang Qingxiang almost covered her mouth with her hand.

"Mom, what's wrong? Why are you blushing?"

Zhuang Qingxiang was secretly anxious. Last night, she was so confused, were her clothes still outside?

Little Qian Yue's eyes darted around, and she offered her own explanation: "Oh...Mom, did you get the clothes dirty while washing them? I'll go check if they're dry yet."

She got dressed, jumped out of bed, and ran outside.

This is how it was before, when Mom didn't have any clean clothes. She would wash them at night, hang them up to dry, and bring them in early in the morning. It will definitely be the same this time.

Zhuang Qingxiang's face turned bright red, afraid that the children would discover something.

Unexpectedly, as soon as Xiao Qianyue opened the door, she exclaimed, "Mom, your clothes are here!"

Zhuang Qingxiang quickly looked towards the door.

I saw my clothes neatly folded and placed on the stool by the door.

Little Qianyue happily brought the clothes in and placed them on the kang (a heated brick bed): "Uncle Lu must have helped you put these clothes in, Mom, hurry up and put them on."

Zhuang Qingxiang breathed a sigh of relief.

After Xiao Qianyue ran out, she then took the clothes and put them on.

As she put on her clothes, she paused and looked closely at the buttons, noticing that one was noticeably different.

Zhuang Qingxiang blushed, wondering if only one button had popped off or if they had all popped off since he only found four...

"Uncle Lu, what are you doing? Why aren't you wearing any clothes? Aren't you cold?"

Xiao Qianyue's movements startled Zhuang Qingxiang, who quickly lifted the curtains to look outside.

They saw Lu Congyue training in the yard with his upper body bare.

His strong muscles seemed to gleam with golden light in the rising sun, exuding a vibrant and energetic power.

Zhuang Qingxiang couldn't take her eyes off it.

Although she couldn't see anything clearly last night, she knew how strong he was.

That physique of his is simply incredible...