Urban System: Beautiful lady, I really didn't steal your black stockings!

The next second, Cheng Zhe suddenly turned his head and gently kissed her flushed cheek. The warm touch made Zhang Cuiting tremble all over and struggle even more.

She pushed hard against his chest with both hands, but Cheng Zhe's embrace was like an iron hoop, and she couldn't break free no matter what she did.

Just then, the conversation in the room gradually subsided, and the faint sound of someone getting up could be heard.

Zhang Cuiting's heart leaped into her throat. Fear surged like a tide, and her already red eyes filled with tears. She looked at Cheng Zhe with a pleading expression, her eyes filled with panic and helplessness.

Looking at her like this, Cheng Zhe's eyes flashed with amusement. He leaned close to her ear and asked in that same ambiguous tone, "So, when will it be next time?"

Zhang Cuiting was stunned for a moment, then realized what she meant and nodded hurriedly, her voice trembling with tears, "Tomorrow! Tomorrow! Let me go!"

Cheng Zhe chuckled and decisively released his grip, just two or three seconds later.

Zhao Ya pulled Zhang Shiyi out, and the two chatted and laughed, looking like they had become best friends.

Zhang Cuiting quickly wiped her eyes, instantly regaining her composure, and stood up, saying, "You're out now, I'll go make you some tea."

After saying that, she hurriedly walked towards the kitchen, her steps showing a sense of haste and panic.

Watching Zhang Cuiting's hasty departure, Zhang Shiyi glanced at Cheng Zhe, whose lips still held a smile, as if she understood something.

Zhao Ya, completely oblivious to anything amiss, pulled Zhang Shiyi to Cheng Zhe's side and chattered excitedly, "Cheng Zhe, Shiyi is such a nice person! We just had a long chat!"

Zhang Cuiting brought out the brewed tea, and the group sat around in the living room chatting, their conversation ranging from work to life.

Zhao Ya enthusiastically shared interesting stories from her work, and Zhang Shiyi occasionally chimed in, her words measured yet witty.

Before they knew it, the clock struck ten. Zhao Ya yawned and rubbed her eyes, saying she was sleepy. Seeing this, Zhang Cuiting got up and took Zhao Ya back to her room to rest.

After the lights in their room were turned off, only Cheng Zhe and Zhang Shiyi remained in the living room.

The polite smile on Zhang Shiyi's face vanished instantly, all pretense was removed, and she leaned back on the sofa, casually putting her legs up on Cheng Zhe's thighs.

He said lazily, "Here, let me rub your feet. They're sore from running around all day."

Cheng Zhe shook his head helplessly, but still reached out and gently massaged her feet as instructed.

Zhang Shiyi comfortably squinted her eyes, enjoying his massage.

After a moment, she suddenly leaned closer with a smile and asked in a low voice, "Tell me honestly, do you have some kind of shady relationship with Zhao Ya's mother?"

Cheng Zhe paused, a hint of embarrassment flashing across his face, and quickly denied it: "Don't talk nonsense, nothing like that, it's just a normal stay-at-home arrangement."

"Still being stubborn?"

Zhang Shiyi raised an eyebrow, gently lifted her foot, and stepped on his mouth with a hint of mockery.

"You're not being honest with me? The way she rushed into the kitchen just now, and the smile on your face—do you think I don't understand you?"

Helpless, Cheng Zhe reached out and removed her foot from his mouth, holding it in his hand as he said, "There was a slight accident earlier, the situation is rather unusual."

As soon as Cheng Zhe finished speaking, Zhang Shiyi immediately sneered, her eyes full of knowing mockery, her words leaving no room for negotiation.

"Stop talking to me about accidents or anything like that. Just tell me the truth, did you two do it?"

Cheng Zhe subconsciously stopped what he was doing and looked directly at Zhang Shiyi.

The certainty in her eyes was almost overflowing; she had clearly already accepted the answer, and further questioning was simply to get him to admit it himself.

He sighed helplessly, avoided her overly sharp gaze, and after a few seconds of silence, finally nodded slightly.

"Great job, Cheng Zhe," Zhang Shiyi chuckled and patted his shoulder.

"I never knew you were hiding this so well, with a mother and daughter at home. I knew you weren't honest, but I didn't expect you to be this dishonest."

She paused, as if suddenly remembering something, and raised an eyebrow, adding, "When we went to the movie theater, I saw you with another girlfriend."

"Tell me, besides them, how many other women are I don't know about?"

Upon hearing this, Cheng Zhe immediately sat up straight, denying it with a hint of urgency in his voice: "Absolutely not! The circumstances are rather special, it's not what you think."

Seeing his eagerness to defend himself, Zhang Shiyi's eyes lit up instantly, completely ignoring his denial.

Instead, she became even more curious, lowering her voice, her gossipy interest fully piqued: "Tell me, how exactly did you manage to win over Zhang Cuiting?"

"She's so much younger than you, and she's Zhao Ya's mother. How did she even agree to this?"

As she spoke, she tugged at Cheng Zhe's arm, pressing him with curiosity, "Tell me quickly, did you use any special methods?"

"Or did you plan this all along, setting her up step by step? Details, I want to hear the details!"

Looking at her gleaming eyes and recalling Zhang Cuiting's flustered expression earlier, Cheng Zhe felt utterly overwhelmed.

But he couldn't resist her persistent questioning, and his gaze gradually became unfocused, as if he were recalling the situation at that time.

He gave a rough account of the whole story between him and Zhang Cuiting, albeit haltingly.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Shiyi immediately raised an eyebrow and grinned mischievously. She reached out and poked Cheng Zhe's chest, teasingly saying, "Not bad, now there are three women in this house, so they take turns serving you?"

"Don't worry, now that I know, I'll definitely set an example for you."

Upon hearing this, Cheng Zhe's helpless expression was instantly replaced by surprise, and he retorted, "What kind of leading role are you going to play? Don't mess things up!"

Zhang Shiyi deliberately kept everyone in suspense, smiled, and shook her head, saying, "I won't tell you, you'll find out when the time comes."

Cheng Zhe gave her an annoyed look and pointed to the clock on the wall: "It's almost eleven o'clock, go to sleep and stop talking nonsense."

"Sleep what?!"

"I want to do it on the sofa, it would definitely be exciting."

Zhang Shiyi showed no intention of getting up, her voice soft and seductive.

Cheng Zhe's face stiffened, a wave of embarrassment washing over him. He glanced instinctively in the direction of Zhao Ya and Zhang Cuiting's room, lowering his voice, "Don't be silly, they're in there. What if they hear us?"

Zhang Shiyi didn't give him a chance to refute. Before he could say another word, she suddenly got up, pounced on Cheng Zhe, and kissed him.

Cheng Zhe's body stiffened, but after a moment his emotions were ignited by her initiative. He hugged her tightly, and the two became entangled on the small sofa, gradually falling into a passionate lovemaking.

After a tender moment, Zhang Shiyi didn't lean on his shoulder as usual. Instead, she took the upper hand and looked down at the panting Cheng Zhe.

She raised her hand to brush away her messy hair, her eyes full of arrogance, and declared as if making a statement: "Cheng Zhe, from now on, my word will count in this family."