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

It wasn't until noon the next day that Cheng Zhe casually took out his phone and called Zhao Ya back.

The phone rang again and again, until finally the cold message, "The number you dialed is temporarily unavailable," came through. He frowned, but didn't think much of it, casually tossing the phone aside, assuming Zhao Ya was still throwing a tantrum.

As evening fell, Cheng Zhe dragged his tired body home from get off work. The moment he pushed open the door...

The dim lighting in the living room made him squint. The next second, the scene before him stunned him completely, and the weariness on his face was instantly replaced by surprise.

Zhao Ya and Zhang Cuiting stood side by side in the center of the living room, both dressed very eye-catchingly. Zhao Ya wore a black mini skirt with black stockings, while Zhang Cuiting wore a burgundy bodycon mini skirt, also paired with stockings of the same color.

Her face was flushed red, her brows furrowed with undisguised shame, and she gripped her skirt tightly with both hands, as if trying to pull the short skirt down further, not daring to look at Cheng Zhe.

Before Cheng Zhe could react, Zhao Ya had already stepped forward. She wasn't wearing shoes, her bare feet touching the floor, but her face was full of urgency and resentment. When she reached Cheng Zhe, her tone was accusatory: "Cheng Zhe, where did you go last night? Why didn't you answer your phone?"

Her voice trembled slightly, not from grievance, but from urgency. Her gaze was fixed on Cheng Zhe, as if trying to find a flaw in his face.

Cheng Zhe was annoyed by her behavior, especially seeing Zhang Cuiting's ashamed and embarrassed appearance, which he found utterly absurd. He frowned and said impatiently, "Do I need to report to you where I go? Haven't you made enough of a scene?"

"I'm making a scene?" Zhao Ya was enraged by his attitude, and her eyes instantly reddened.

Looking back at Zhang Cuiting, who was still frozen in place, he anxiously gave her a meaningful look and raised his voice, "Mom! Say something! Didn't we agree on something?"

Zhang Cuiting stiffened at Zhao Ya's urging, her grip on her skirt tightened, and a blush spread from her cheeks to her ears. She bit her lower lip and hesitated for a long time before slowly straightening up under Zhao Ya's anxious gaze.

With her movements, the bodycon mini-skirt outlined her full waist and hip curves, and her legs, encased in stockings, were straight and long. Her usually dignified posture now exuded an indescribable sexiness, but she was so ashamed that she wished she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

"Look at yourself!" Cheng Zhe's gaze fell on Zhang Cuiting, then suddenly turned to Zhao Ya, his tone full of blame and annoyance.

"Zhao Ya! Are you crazy? What kind of nonsense is this, making your aunt dress like this! Can you stop being unreasonable and making such a mess of things!"

The fact that they were dressed like this struck him as utterly absurd, and a wave of irritation washed over him, making him speechless as he looked at Zhao Ya.

Zhao Ya glared at him stubbornly: "I'm being unreasonable? Cheng Zhe, I knew how excited you were that night!!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Cuiting instinctively wanted to defend herself, but she didn't know what to say, so she could only bite her lip tightly.

Cheng Zhe was struck on a nerve by Zhao Ya's words, and he pretended to be angry, saying, "You're simply unreasonable!"

After saying that, he turned around and headed towards the bedroom, not wanting to discuss the matter with her any further.

Seeing Cheng Zhe turn to leave, Zhao Ya became even more anxious, her eyes reddening. She reached out to grab him, but Cheng Zhe abruptly shook her off.

She staggered back half a step, staring at Zhang Cuiting, her voice trembling with tears and urging, "Mom! Say something!"

Zhang Cuiting stood there, her hands still tightly gripping the hem of her skirt, the shame on her face still lingering, and a hint of helplessness appearing in her eyes.

Urged on by Zhao Ya, she quickly took two steps forward and gently pulled Cheng Zhe's arm just as he was about to step into the bedroom.

Cheng Zhe pretended to frown and turned around, his tone impatient: "Auntie, are you messing around with her too?"

Zhang Cuiting slowly withdrew her hand and looked up to meet his gaze.

Her eyes darted away, yet she forced herself to remain composed. Her cheeks were still flushed, and her brows furrowed with a mixture of shame and helplessness. Her lips moved slightly: "You...you wait, I want to talk to you."

Zhao Ya was the only one left in the living room. She pressed herself against the bedroom door, her ear pressed tightly against the door panel.

Hearing the faint sounds coming from inside, a ruthless glint flashed in her eyes.

She usually appears dignified, but her desires are deeply hidden, as evidenced by what she discovered in her bedroom.

From then on, the two of them stayed by Cheng Zhe's side every day, draining him dry. Even if he had the desire, he wouldn't have the strength to touch any other women outside!

At that time, Cheng Zhe will only belong to her!

The atmosphere in the bedroom was very oppressive.

Cheng Zhe turned around, leaned against the windowsill, his brows furrowed, his face full of bitterness, and his eyes still filled with lingering irritation.

He looked at Zhang Cuiting, who was standing behind the door, still nervously clutching her skirt, and asked with a tone full of helplessness and confusion, "Auntie, what exactly are you and Ya Ya doing?"

"What's going on here, dressed like that and causing this scene?"

Zhang Cuiting's cheeks flushed instantly at his question, a wave of shame washing over her. She instinctively lowered her head, her gaze falling on her stockinged legs. "You haven't been home much lately. Ya Ya... she's so afraid of losing you. She cried and begged me to help her win you back."

"She often smells of women's perfume... Ya Ya is very worried."

As if she had made a huge decision, she slowly raised her head, her eyes filled with a mixture of trepidation and secret anticipation, and lowered her voice even further: "And... I also want to take this opportunity to let Ya Ya slowly accept our relationship."

"Otherwise... otherwise, if she finds out about us later, she'll be even more heartbroken, and then..." She didn't dare say the rest of her sentence, but the panic and worry in her eyes were obvious.

She had kept this a secret from Zhao Ya. This clandestine relationship weighed heavily on her heart, making her feel both ashamed and uneasy. She had considered bringing it up, but never had the courage. Now, thanks to Zhao Ya's plea, it seemed like she had found an opportunity.

Upon hearing this, Cheng Zhe's face showed even more bitterness.

He leaned against the windowsill, took a deep breath, and felt utterly helpless.

But when his gaze fell on Zhang Cuiting, the helplessness in his heart was gradually replaced by a burning passion.

The mature woman in front of me is always dignified and proper, like an elder, and her words and actions are always measured.

But at this moment, she was wearing a sexy bodycon mini skirt and stockings, her figure was graceful, her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were full of shame and trepidation. Her fearful yet daring appearance was a stark contrast to her usual self.

This contrast was like a match, instantly igniting the desire in his heart. The previous restlessness and helplessness quietly faded away, leaving only an indescribable thrill.