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

Seeing her like this, Zhang Cuiting suddenly came to her senses. The fear and shame in her heart intertwined, making her tremble all over.

She struggled frantically to get up, but stumbled as soon as her feet, encased in black stockings, touched the cold floor.

He then stumbled to Zhang Shiyi, knelt down, and pleaded in a tearful voice, "Shiyi, please, just pretend you didn't see anything, okay?"

"I...I'll never do it again. Please don't tell Xiaoya, and please don't spread this around..."

Zhang Shiyi raised an eyebrow slightly, looking at her disheveled appearance, and gently shook her head, firmly refusing, "That won't do. Now that I've seen it, there's no reason to pretend it didn't happen."

"Besides, you're stealing a man from your daughter!"

Zhang Cuiting trembled, her face drained of color. Following Zhang Shiyi's words, she looked at Cheng Zhe, her eyes filled with pleading tears, her voice choked with sobs: "Ah Zhe, please plead for me, Shiyi...she'll definitely listen to you..."

Cheng Zhe looked up at Zhang Shiyi, their eyes met in the air, and they reached a silent understanding in less than a second.

He looked at Zhang Shiyi and asked in a calm tone, "What do you want us to do?"

Zhang Shiyi chuckled and directly stated her condition: "If you want me to keep it a secret, that's fine too. Simple, you two, continue what you were doing in front of me."

"What?" Zhang Cuiting's pupils shrank, and she froze on the spot. A strong sense of shame instantly swept over her body, and her cheeks burned intensely.

She looked at Cheng Zhe in disbelief, hoping to see a hint of opposition in his eyes, but Cheng Zhe remained expressionless, got up, walked over, and pulled her back onto the bed.

Before Zhang Cuiting could react, Cheng Zhe continued his previous actions.

Zhang Cuiting's body stiffened, the heat in her heart had long since vanished, leaving only embarrassment and panic. She could only subconsciously cooperate with Cheng Zhe's movements, her hands and feet appearing extremely clumsy.

Her mind was not on the tenderness at all; her gaze kept drifting uncontrollably to the chair beside the bed.

Zhang Shiyi was sitting with her legs crossed and her arms folded around her, her eyes full of amused appreciation, as if she were watching a good show.

Every time Zhang Cuiting's eyes met Zhang Shiyi's unintentionally, she felt a chill run down her spine, yet she had to force herself to look away and continue to cooperate with Cheng Zhe.

But after watching for a short while, Zhang Shiyi frowned, clearly unable to bear her stiff and clumsy appearance.

"Tsk, how can you be so reserved?" Zhang Shiyi chuckled, got up and walked to the bedside, and began to instruct her impatiently.

"Bend your waist slightly, relax your shoulders, don't stand like a block of wood."

Seeing that Zhang Cuiting was still stiff, she simply reached out and pressed on Zhang Cuiting's waist and abdomen to gently adjust her, and then turned her shoulders to forcibly correct her posture.

Zhang Cuiting trembled the moment she was touched, feeling even more ashamed, but dared not resist and could only let Zhang Shiyi do as she pleased.

About five minutes later, under Cheng Zhe's guidance and correction, and with Zhang Shiyi's instruction, the movements were corrected.

Zhang Cuiting's breathing gradually quickened, her cheeks flushed an unnatural red, and her body involuntarily went limp. Finally, she collapsed onto Cheng Zhe, trembling slightly as if all her strength had left her.

Even so, her gaze still unconsciously drifted towards Zhang Shiyi, her eyes filled with panic and helplessness, like a child who had done something wrong and was waiting for the teacher to punish her, even her breathing was somewhat cautious.

Cheng Zhe noticed her state, looked up at Zhang Shiyi, and said helplessly, "Alright, Shiyi, stop scaring her."

As he spoke, he reached out and gently pulled Zhang Cuiting, who was lying on top of him, into his arms, his movements conveying a sense of comfort.

Seeing this, Zhang Shiyi's eyes flashed with a hint of teasing, and she joked with a smile, "They really are a perfect match."

As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly got up and nimbly got onto the bed. Before Cheng Zhe and Zhang Cuiting could react, she reached out and hooked her arm around Cheng Zhe's neck, then leaned down and kissed him.

Zhang Cuiting lay in Cheng Zhe's arms, her whole body instantly stiffening, her pupils shrinking, staring in utter shock at the scene before her, her mind going completely blank.

Looking at Zhang Shiyi's proactive attitude and Cheng Zhe's momentary surprise without pushing her away, she suddenly understood something.

Zhang Shiyi is not some distant cousin at all; the two of them are lovers. What she did today is just her trying to seize on something, assert her dominance, and drag me into it as well.

A moment later, Zhang Shiyi slowly released Cheng Zhe and turned to look at Zhang Cuiting, whose face was blank and whose eyes were unfocused.

A smug yet threatening smile curled at the corner of his lips: "What? Stunned?"

She paused, then threatened forcefully, "I never expected someone your age to steal your own daughter's man. How shameless!"

"If you want me to keep this a secret and not let Zhao Ya know you look like this, then you'd better listen to me obediently from now on, understand?"

Zhang Cuiting trembled all over, and the shock in her eyes was gradually replaced by despair as she looked at Zhang Shiyi's confident expression.

She glanced at Cheng Zhe beside her, who remained silent and tacitly accepted everything, and knew that she had no choice.

Tears welled up in her eyes again. She bit her lower lip and nodded in humiliation: "I understand."

Seeing this, Zhang Shiyi smiled with satisfaction, said nothing more, turned around, opened the door, and walked out.

The moment the door closed, Zhang Cuiting could no longer hold back and abruptly pushed Cheng Zhe away from her embrace.

Sitting on the bed, she sobbed softly, "Cheng Zhe! You liar! You've been with her for a long time, haven't you?"

She pointed at the closed door, her whole body trembling violently with grievance: "She's not some distant cousin at all, you two have been lovers for a long time! You just wanted her to have something on me so she could manipulate me, didn't you?"

Seeing her distraught state, Cheng Zhe said awkwardly, "Cui Ting, it's not what you think, I really didn't know..."

"It's not what I think? Then what is it?" Zhang Cuiting pounded on his chest.

"I was wearing Xiaoya's clothes, doing such shameful things, and she saw everything clearly. She even threatened me to obey her. All of this is because of you!"

"I'm Xiaoya's mother. How am I going to face Xiaoya after this?"

Zhang Cuiting became increasingly agitated as she spoke, forgetting to lower her voice, and finally almost broke down in tears: "It's all your fault! You're the one who ruined me!"

With no other options, Cheng Zhe could only bend down and pick her up, ignoring her struggles, hoping to prolong their previous intimacy in this way and escape the embarrassment and accusations at this moment.

Seeing this, Zhang Cuiting resisted even more fiercely, pushing against Cheng Zhe's chest with both hands: "Let go of me! Cheng Zhe, let go of me! I don't want this! Don't touch me!"

Before long, she began to breathe heavily, and her cheeks flushed an unnatural red.

Her resistance grew weaker and weaker, gradually turning into soft, uncontrollable moans, tinged with a hint of pleasure.

She bit her lower lip hard, trying to suppress the shameful sounds, but her body reacted involuntarily. Her moans grew clearer and clearer, mixed with rapid breathing, which was particularly jarring in the late-night room.

Her face was filled with humiliation and helplessness, but she no longer had the strength to push the person in front of her away, and her movements began to actively accommodate him.