After transmigrating into the body of the female supporting character's biological mother, she

Lin Zhilan ignored him and focused on putting her daughter to sleep.

When Su Lang returned to his room upstairs, he was still sitting at his desk reading.

Seeing her enter, Su Lang pointed to a chair, "Zhilan, sit down, I have something to tell you."

He looked very serious.

Lin Zhilan shrugged and sat down in the chair as instructed.

Su Lang dragged her, chair and all, to his side, his tall frame instantly engulfing her.

"What are you going to say?" Lin Zhilan looked at him warily.

Su Lang: "What are your thoughts on your son-in-law?"

Lin Zhilan was shocked. "Su Lang, the baby isn't even four years old yet!"

"He who does not plan for the future will have trouble in the present." Su Lang said with certainty, and added, "I don't think much of Li Xuan. He's too introverted. My daughter will have to coax him in the future."

Even if you have a very good relationship with Comrade Wang Rou, I won't consider it.

Lin Zhilan touched his forehead. "You don't have a fever."

The child is too young now, and in Lin Zhilan's opinion, there is absolutely no need to worry.

She even had a boyfriend in kindergarten; it was just kids playing house.

Li Xuan's anger today is just a child's possessiveness towards his friends, and Lin Zhilan thinks Su Lang is making a mountain out of a molehill.

Su Lang frowned, took his wife's hand off her forehead, and placed it on his chest.

"I just can't bear to see our daughter suffer. We'll try to live as long as we can, and protect her for as long as we can."

"I agree with that," Lin Zhilan yawned. "Okay, let's turn off the lights and go to sleep."

Su Lang: "I feel unwell and can't sleep."

As he spoke, he unbuttoned his shirt, and soon his well-defined eight-pack abs were revealed.

Every groove is very clear, especially when exerting force, the lines are taut and tighten, following the V-line along the waist and down the muscle texture.

Lin Zhilan admired the scene for a few seconds, and just as she was about to leave, the man grabbed her and pulled her onto his body.

"It's still early, the lights aren't even off yet," Su Lang said in a deep voice.

The military region blew the lights-out signal at nine o'clock, and it's only just past eight now.

Because the lights were still on, Su Lang could see even more clearly.

He has good eyesight.

Beneath his wife's loose collar, a proud line at the center revealed her snow-white skin.

The abundance and beauty, half-concealed and half-revealed, are all the more alluring.

His long, strong hands began to roam freely over her body.

"Su Lang, you bastard!"

Su Lang chuckled, and his hand became even more merciless.

Zhilan doesn't swear; she only uses a few words repeatedly in bed:

Bastard, scoundrel, son of a bitch.

Little did she know that to a man, this would only make him want to "bully" her even more.

Su Lang's calloused hands gently rubbed against the skin of her arm.

Lin Zhilan felt waves of tingling pleasure, her body went limp, and her voice trembled slightly, "You bastard..."

She had no idea what she looked like or how alluring she was.

Her neckline was already a mess from the man's rough handling; not taking it off made her even more alluring than if she had.

Her face, flushed with a smoky red, was already completely red, and her lips, as if they had been cherished, were fresh and rosy.

Her long, black hair cascaded down, outlining her curvaceous figure.

Su Lang's eyes were red from holding back his anger, but he still calmly tried to please his wife.

until……

Lin Zhilan leaned weakly against the man.

It felt like a firework exploded deep inside my skull, and my mind went blank for a few seconds.

My mind went blank, and all I could do was gasp for breath.

Su Lang patted her back, and after she calmed down, he hugged her and stood up.

Lin Zhilan's legs naturally hooked around the man's waist.

"Good girl." Su Lang gently bit her earlobe.

Su Lang seemed to still have lingering fears after the bed collapsed once.

Or perhaps, he experienced other postures.

The beauty of momentum...

The bed truly became a place to sleep.

An hour has passed...

The lights-out signal has sounded for the last time.

Another hour passed...

Su Lang was still working hard, showing no sign of resting.

Lin Zhilan had long lost her usual composure.

Her eyes were moist, with a hint of red at the corners. The bite marks on her lower lip were clearly visible. On her forehead, the tip of her nose, and her snow-white neck, there was a layer of fine, translucent beads of sweat.

"Su Lang... can't go on..."

Wife is happy.

The reaction gave Su Lang a great sense of satisfaction.

The service awareness has been enhanced.

After that, Lin Zhilan softly collapsed onto Su Lang.

His hands naturally wrapped around her neck.

This really can't go on. Lin Zhilan hardened her heart and bit Su Lang's earlobe.

"Brother Su... I'm exhausted..."

Brother Su...

Su Lang's heart skipped a beat.

My blood is pumping.

All rationality and restraint were ignited.

He cursed under his breath and charged forward aggressively to conquer the city.

……

Fortunately, the next day was the weekend, so Lin Zhilan didn't need to go to the hospital in the morning. She only needed to go once in the afternoon to guide Lin Zijun on acupuncture.

And so, when Lin Zhilan woke up in the morning, she was still furious when she saw the bruises all over her body, and she punched Su Lang's pillow hard.

She didn't feel any discomfort in her lower body, probably because Su Lang applied medicine to her afterwards.

Lin Zhilan looked at the woman in the mirror.

Her face was rosy and her cheeks were like peach blossoms. Her eyes were sparkling with spring-like beauty, and the hickeys on her neck stood out against her snow-white skin.

She gritted her teeth, applied medicine to the hickeys, then picked out a high-necked dress before going downstairs.

Jiang Chengzhou and Linlin are playing in the yard.

They've gotten used to it; on days when they don't have to work, Lin Zhilan sleeps in.

My uncle/father said it was because my aunt/mother was too tired from work, so he couldn't bother her.

Lin Zhilan did not refute it; this excuse was almost flawless when used to appease the child.

She can even receive more love and care from the children.

Seeing her come downstairs, Jiang Chengzhou quickly went to the kitchen and placed the porridge that Su Lang had cooked that morning on the table. "Aunt, have some porridge."

Xiao Linlin followed behind and handed her the spoon.

Then, frowning, he patted her hand and said, "Mom works hard, baby feels sorry for you."

Lin Zhilan: "..."

Going to work isn't hard.

It's tiring getting off work.

Lin Zhilan kissed her daughter on the cheek, then looked at Jiang Chengzhou.

Jiang Chengzhou blushed and waved his hand, "I don't need to, men and women shouldn't touch each other."

"Who taught you that?" Lin Zhilan asked, her eyes wide with curiosity.

Jiang Chengzhou: "Uncle."

Lin Zhilan nodded: "Okay, I'll wait for your uncle to come back and give you a kiss."

"what?"

Is that what you mean by "uncle"?

Jiang Chengzhou hurriedly waved his hand, "I don't think this is a good idea."

Lin Zhilan chuckled and patted his head.

"You're all grown up now, but you're still a boy, so I can't kiss you. But can I pat your head?"

Jiang Chengzhou chuckled, "You can touch your aunt."

"I want to touch it, I want to touch it," Linlin said, standing on tiptoe and reaching out.

Just as Jiang Chengzhou was about to squat down to cooperate, a child's shrill cry came from outside.