My Dongguan Love Story

Zhao Fengyue felt a sudden panic.

If Dazhuang were to marry her, he would become Zhang Xiaoqian's rightful stepfather.

How could she have such inappropriate thoughts!

Honestly, she knew perfectly well that Da Zhuang was tall and strong, handsome and outstanding, and very popular with the opposite sex. She was not surprised at all that he was surrounded by all kinds of women.

But how could her precious daughter have fallen for Dazhuang?

Could it be because Da Zhuang saved her during their trip to Hong Kong Island that she developed feelings for him?

Thinking of this, she suddenly remembered that Xiaoqian's temperament and thoughts had become strange after she returned from Hong Kong.

Her heart sank suddenly, and a chill instantly swept over her entire body.

Could it be that during their time in Hong Kong, the two had already crossed the line and developed a more ambiguous and intimate relationship?

If it were any other woman coveting Dazhuang, she could simply confront her, slap her hard, and angrily rebuke her for daring to covet her man.

But the object of his affections was Xiaoqian, the daughter he had carried for ten months.

She couldn't bear to hit or scold him, nor could she bring herself to criticize him.

She was so overwhelmed and confused that she didn't even know how to bring herself to question her daughter.

Fortunately, Dazhuang seemed particularly averse to Xiaoqian. Despite Xiaoqian's tantrums and fussing on the ground, he remained indifferent and unmoved, simply standing aside, unmoved.

She could tell that Dazhuang had no intention of stepping into Xiaoqian's room. She breathed a slight sigh of relief, and fearing that the two of them would discover that she had been eavesdropping outside the door, she quietly retreated back to the bathroom.

She unscrewed the shower gel and slowly applied it to her body, her fingertips gently tracing down her neck, the warm touch caressing the contours of her skin.

She gazed at herself in the bathroom mirror, a gentle yet alluring smile spreading across her face. She already had an idea in mind; she planned to treat Dazhuang well later.

She was always confident in her figure and appearance, certain that she could keep Dazhuang's heart firmly tied to her. As long as he was willing to indulge in her and be completely dependent on her, neither Xiaoqian nor any other woman who wanted to get close to him could easily seduce or shake him in the slightest.

I stood at Zhang Xiaoqian's door, patiently and kindly trying to persuade her for a long time, but finally my tone became serious:

"In the end, there's no way we can be together. Even without your mother, I would never have considered a spoiled and willful young lady like you. We're just not meant to be."

Hearing his heartless rejection, Zhang Xiaoqian felt a surge of resentment and bitterness, and her face darkened.

A stubborn thought took root in her heart, and she gritted her teeth and made a resolution:

No matter what, we must find a way to break them up.

Her original plan was that the best way to break us up was to drag me into the house. Once I was inside, she could shout a few times so her mother would hear her. That way, her goal of breaking us up would be achieved very easily.

But to everyone's surprise, I absolutely refused to go in.

Zhang Xiaoqian glared at me angrily, gritting her teeth. She couldn't maintain her ladylike facade any longer. She stomped her right foot on the floor with a loud thud, and glared at me fiercely, saying, "Dazhuang, is it so hard for you to spend one night with me?"

"You're crazy." Seeing that she was being unreasonable, I said this and turned to walk towards Sister Zhao's room.

" ah!!"

When Zhang Xiaoqian saw that I not only cruelly rejected her but also accused her of being unreasonable, she immediately screamed in anger. If she hadn't still harbored a sliver of hope for me, she would have grabbed her phone and smashed it against the back of my head.

I listened to her shrill screams and shook my head helplessly. This kind of spoiled young lady has been pampered since childhood, and her temperament is ridiculously arrogant and shrewish.

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I ignored her and quickly closed the door, shutting out most of the noise. Her commotion outside also subsided considerably.

I wondered if Sister Zhao had heard me. With a nervous heart, I opened the bathroom door and saw Sister Zhao calmly drying herself. She seemed unaware of what was happening outside, and I immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Sister Zhao has finished showering and is wrapped in a bath towel, drying her hair with a towel.

On her shoulders and collarbone, there were still shimmering, fluorescent water droplets. They were alluring.

When she saw me come in, she turned to me and smiled, "Dazhuang, let's take a bath."

As he spoke, he walked towards me, first taking off my shirt to reveal my firm chest and well-defined abs.

She touched my abs with her hand, tentatively pressing them a couple of times, but they felt firm and hard, and she couldn't press down at all. A hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, and she said softly, "Your muscles are so well-developed."

As she spoke, she pinched the muscles on my arm, which felt almost like stone. I was immediately struck by how easily Dazhuang could lift her up and suspend her in the air.

Zhao Fengyue recalled the scene that made her blush and her heart race. She gently stroked my abdomen with her fingertips and reached out to unbuckle my belt. Once unbuckled, the belt immediately fell loosely and wobbled precariously.

She then unbuttoned my pants and unzipped them. My pants immediately fell to the ground, leaving only my black boxer shorts.

Her face flushed. She had intended to help me undress and bathe me, but at the last minute she became shy, stammered that I should wash myself first, and ran out of the bathroom wrapped in her pajamas.

When I came out after taking a shower, I saw her lying on the bed, covered with a blanket, looking at me shyly.

I walked over with a smile, hugged her, and kissed her.

.........

Zhang Xiaoqian lay in bed, hearing the iron bed in the next room shaking for a long time without stopping. Furious, she repeatedly pounded her small fists against the wall.

"Rock, rock, rock, keep rocking, isn't it annoying? Can't a person get any sleep?"

She knocked for a while until she felt pain in her hand, then pouted and withdrew her fist. Listening to the sounds from next door, and thinking about how Dazhuang had rejected her earlier, she became increasingly angry.

No, we have to find a way to break them up!

She took out her phone and sent a text message to Song Qian: "Xiao Qian, I'm really out of ideas. Can you give me some advice on how to break them up?"

A while later, Song Qian sent a text message: "Nothing else I can do. I've tried everything I could think of."

Looking at Song Qian's text message, Zhang Xiaoqian felt a pang of discouragement. Song Qian was the most knowledgeable woman she knew in this area. If even she was at a loss, what was she supposed to do?

Just as she was feeling down, she received another text message from Victoria Song:

"Why don't you hire a private investigator to investigate Dazhuang, find out if he's broken any laws, or if he's been having affairs? Find some dirt on him."