Chapter 156: The Change of the Plastic Wife
Chapter 156: The Change of the Plastic Wife
Li Zian returned home late at night. His shirt and trousers had dried out, but they were covered in salt grains, even inside his underwear. It felt like he had filled it with sand, and when he walked, it was as if sandpaper was rubbing against a very sensitive area. The feeling was incredibly uncomfortable.
His suit and shoes had long been thrown into the sea—wearing a suit and shoes made it impossible to dive underwater.
His mobile phone was ruined after getting soaked in seawater, but luckily he hadn’t turned it on. If he dried it out, he might still be able to retrieve the data inside, but it would be a hassle nonetheless.
This grudge had become serious.
The house was silent. Li Zian did not turn on the lights. He tiptoed to his room door, opened it, and reached out to flip the light switch.
The light chased away the darkness, and the pitch-black room suddenly became bright. But Li Zian froze in the doorway, stunned.
A woman was lying on his bed. Her white nightgown clung to her skin, outlining her graceful curves. The nightgown only reached the middle of her thighs, but due to her side-lying and curled-up sleeping position, it had ridden up, leaving a pair of long legs completely exposed to the air. Their color was like the first snow of spring, their texture like the essence of jade—truly delicate and tender to the extreme.
Moreover, the Camel’s Foot Arch was exposed.
That Camel’s Foot seemed to be gently resting on soft grass. Only the arch was visible, not fully revealed, yet strikingly noticeable.
Her face was turned toward the light, her skin fair with a rosy glow, her eyelashes long, and her cherry-like lips closed, yet giving the impression she was murmuring softly.
“Haitang Chunshui”—the phrase suited her perfectly.
The moment Li Zian discovered a woman lying in his bed, his first reaction was that Mu Chuntao had sneaked over. But in the next second, he clearly saw that beautiful face—it was Yu Meilin’s. Then, in the third second, his eyes went to the Camel’s Foot Arch, and he stared at it for several seconds.
This was a man’s instinct.
If men didn’t have this instinct, humanity wouldn’t have billions of people.
Why was she in my bed?
Li Zian couldn’t understand this question.
Should he go in or not?
This was another issue that needed to be figured out.
But before he could make a decision, Yu Meilin, who was lying on the bed, stirred due to the light stimulation. She let out a soft moan and slowly opened her eyes. Within a second or two, her eyes adjusted to the light, and she saw Li Zian. She then got up from the bed, looking a bit dazed.
When a woman suddenly wakes from a dream and finds someone standing at the door staring intently at her, even if that person is her husband, it’s hard not to feel a little nervous.
Their eyes met.
The air was filled with awkward collisions.
“Um…” Yu Meilin broke the silence first. She looked very embarrassed. “I waited for you to come home. I called you but couldn’t get through. I was worried about you but didn’t know where to find you, so I waited here.”
At that time, Li Zian was probably still in the sea, acting like a merman, and his mobile phone was soaked in water—no way to get through.
Li Zian felt warm inside. He walked into the room, gathered his thoughts for a moment, and then smiled as he said, “That Dawson has a villa by the seaside. After I solved his problem, I went to the shore to look at the sea, but I accidentally fell into the water. My mobile phone got wet.”
He couldn’t tell her that he had just escaped from a gunfight and had been diving underwater for two hours without taking a single breath.
This was considered a well-intentioned lie; he didn’t want her to worry.
But Yu Meilin was still concerned. She quickly got out of bed, walked over to Li Zian, and asked with concern, “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.”
Yu Meilin reached out and touched Li Zian’s clothes. They were still a bit damp, and a few grains of sea salt stuck to her hand. She then raised her hands to unbutton his shirt.
Li Zian had an instinctive urge to grab her hand, but his hand only lifted a few centimeters before stopping.
After all, she was his wife, the mother of Li Xiaomei.
Moreover, she was not having an affair with Hank.
In the past four years, she had indeed been wrong, but now she was trying to make up for it. Even prisoners in jail were given a chance to reform—shouldn’t his own wife, the mother of his child, have a chance too?
“Your clothes are still a bit damp; you need to take them off, or you’ll catch a cold.” Yu Meilin said as she helped Li Zian take off his shirt. “Look at you, such a grown man and still so careless. Was the water deep? Was it dangerous? Were you scared?”
Her words sounded a bit nagging, but isn’t that what wives are like?
A wife who doesn’t nag her husband is a wife without a soul.
Li Zian smiled. “I’m a good swimmer; it’s fine. If something had happened, would I have been able to come back?”
Yu Meilin threw Li Zian’s shirt on the floor, glanced at the eight-pack abs on his stomach, and gave him a charming, teasing look. “It’s always the good swimmers who drown. Be more careful in the future; don’t make Xiaomei and me worry.”
Li Zian nodded.
Yu Meilin suddenly reached out and grabbed Li Zian’s belt.
Li Zian’s waist and legs stiffened slightly.
A wife taking off her husband’s pants is a natural right, protected by law, and he couldn’t find an excuse to refuse her. She had waited for him worriedly late into the night, caring and anxious about him. Even if she was taking off his pants, it was for his own good—why should he refuse?
Just as he stiffened and hesitated, the belt came undone, the zipper opened, and his trousers slid down with a rustle.
Yu Meilin also froze.
Earlier, her husband had seen the Camel’s Foot Arch and couldn’t help but react instinctively.
She hadn’t seen it before, but now she did.
It was like bringing out the dagger at the critical moment.
Are you planning to assassinate the emperor?
Without quite knowing what she was thinking, Yu Meilin, after a brief daze, reached out again.
To help someone, help them all the way.
But before Yu Meilin’s hand could reach the elastic band, Li Zian hastily stepped back, turned around, and walked toward the bathroom. “Um, I’ll go take a shower. There’s salt from the seawater.”
Yu Meilin also felt a bit awkward, pulling back her half-raised hand. She smiled and said, “Are you afraid I’ll see? I’m Li Xiaomei’s mother.”
The implied meaning was: I gave birth to your daughter; what parts of you haven’t I seen before?
But if you bought a puppy four years ago, is it still a puppy after four years?
A big dog can be very fierce.
You really haven’t seen it.
Li Zian didn’t dare to look back, only replying, “I’m covered in salt; it’s embarrassing.”
He was really worried that if he hadn’t moved away just now, and Yu Meilin had gone all the way to help, he might not have been able to control himself, and Yu Meilin would have collected the “homework.”
What used to be a dream come true had now become a thorn in his heart, giving him a headache.
He closed the bathroom door.
Outside the door, Yu Meilin’s voice came through. She laughed and said, “You’re not trying to tell me you have a salted egg, are you?”
Inside the bathroom, Li Zian, who was about to turn on the water for a shower, froze again for no reason.
If such words had come from Mu Chuntao’s mouth, it would have been fine—he might even have replied, “Yes, I have a salted egg; do you want to eat it?” But hearing it from Yu Meilin gave him a completely different feeling. In his heart, Yu Meilin had always been an ice-cold beauty, with the destiny of an Empress—noble and aloof. He never expected that such an icy beauty would say something so suggestive.
Even queens are human.
Even the Celestial Maidens of Jade Pool probably have to answer nature’s call sometimes.
When an ice-cold woman is willing to talk suggestively with you, it means she likes you and wants to ride the camel with you, contributing together to Human Civilization.
Moreover, when such a woman says such things, it’s far more alluring than when other women do.
Imagine your dream Goddess suddenly agreeing to go to a hotel with you to check the decor and even agreeing to your unreasonable requests—that feeling of heart-pounding excitement, itching to get close.
Li Zian really felt the urge to say, “Yes, would you like some salted egg with a drink?”
But he didn’t dare say it.
He was afraid that if he started flirting, the bathroom door would open—what would he do then?
The long-overdue homework—should he hand it in or not?
All he could do was turn on the water. He didn’t even dare take off his pants, standing under the showerhead in his salt-covered trousers, rinsing himself off.
Footsteps approached.
Li Zian felt inexplicably nervous. What if she came in?
The door wasn’t locked, and he felt too embarrassed to lock it—what would she think?
Luckily, Yu Meilin only came to the bathroom door and didn’t enter. She spoke from outside the door, “You won’t let me see—are you saving it for someone else?”
Li Zian: “…”
Had she discovered his affair with Mu Chuntao?
Otherwise, why would she say such a thing?
The man under the water grew even more tense.
“Alright, I won’t tease you. Honestly, I feel embarrassed saying these things to you. But I think you seem to like women who are gentle and fun, so I’m trying to change myself.” That was Yu Meilin’s voice.
So that was it.
A warm feeling suddenly rose in Li Zian’s heart, along with an impulse to open the bathroom door.
But in the end, he didn’t reach out, because the image of Mu Chuntao popped into his mind again.
In the past, whenever he was about to get intimate with Mu Chuntao, Yu Meilin’s face would often appear in his mind. Now it was the other way around.
“I’ll take your clothes and trousers to put in the washing machine. Remember to take them out tomorrow.” Yu Meilin left, closing the door behind her.
Li Zian sighed.
Back when he was unsuccessful, he didn’t have so many worries. Now that he had become a Master, his troubles were even greater than before. What should have been a happy life had turned into a mess. He had also made enemies with someone as vicious as Huang Bo and that Lutu Company.
“No, I have to find a way to deal with that Huang Bo. I also need to become stronger. Otherwise, if that company sends someone more powerful, how will I protect Meilin and Xiaomei? How will I protect Chuntao?” The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. Li Zian threw a punch at the water droplets falling from the showerhead.
Zhenqi surged out, forming a fist made of water droplets that flew out and hit the wall, making a sound against the tiles.
Li Zian stared blankly at his fist.
Holy crap!
How am I this awesome?