Chapter 1811: Dusty and Tired

In the blink of an eye, the three months of training were over. Zhao Desan returned in triumph, carrying the fruits of his learning and his longing for Su Qing and the mother-daughter duo, Zheng Jie and Nini. In order to find time to properly relive the warmth of 'home' with Zheng Jie and her daughter, Zhao Desan played a little trick before returning. He called Su Qing and lied that after the training ended, a leader from the Ministry of Housing and Urban-Rural Development had organized the students to climb the Great Wall and visit the Forbidden City, and he would only be able to return in two days. In reality, he returned to Xijing on time according to the training schedule. Upon learning that Zhao Desan was returning on time, Zheng Tulu, who had been holding a grudge against him, unexpectedly sent a car to the airport to pick him up and take him directly back to the Construction Committee.

Of course, Zheng Tulu was a clever old fox. Although he was angry about Zhao Desan bluffing him, he didn't show anything on the surface. He still asked about Zhao Desan's well-being with the same gentle tone as before, though Zhao Desan could see from his eyes that the old fox couldn't stand him anymore. Zhao Desan was also a smart guy. After giving a detailed report on his studies in Zheng Tulu's office, he rushed impatiently toward the 'little love nest' he had built with his own hands. To show his appreciation for Zhao Desan on the surface, Zheng Tulu even gave him three days off to go home and rest properly.

It was already afternoon when Zhao Desan returned to the familiar yet strange residential area. As soon as he walked into the main gate of the complex, he looked up at his 'home' impatiently, and a wave of warmth surged in his heart. Perhaps because of his age, he needed a warm home.

Just as Zhao Desan withdrew his gaze, he felt as if he had seen a figure flash on the balcony. Instinctively, Zhao Desan looked at his 'own' balcony again, but saw nothing, only a few washed clothes fluttering in the wind. Zhao Desan thought to himself that he must have seen things, and shaking his head, he walked upstairs...

When Zhao Desan took out his key to open the door, it was Nini who came out to open it for him. Zhao Desan picked her up and asked happily, "Did you miss your uncle?"

"Of course I did. I was thinking every day about what good things you would bring back for me," Nini said with childlike innocence.

Zheng Jie was sitting on the sofa, combing her shoulder-length hair. It had grown quite a bit in the three months they hadn't seen each other, as if she had just washed it. While pinning her hair up, she said to Nini, "Nini, stop pestering your uncle. He just got back and must be tired!"

Zhao Desan carried Nini and walked quickly to Zheng Jie, giving her an ambiguous look, and said with a grin, "It's fine. I'm not made of paper; I'm not that delicate. You two have had it harder while I was away for these three months!"

Zheng Jie smiled softly and continued, "Go take a shower first, then rest for a while. I'll make my favorite braised beef for you tonight."

"Alright." Zhao Desan was dusty and tired from his journey. After getting off the plane, he was taken directly to the Provincial Construction Committee by the car Zheng Tulu had arranged to report on his work. At this moment, he was truly a bit exhausted. He smiled, put Nini down, gave Zheng Jie an ambiguous look, and walked into the bathroom.

Filling the bathtub with water, Zhao Desan felt truly glad that he had rented this apartment. To be honest, he had decided to rent this place at a high price precisely because he had taken a fancy to this large fish tank. In the days after moving in, this large tank had brought him and Zheng Jie endless joy and fun. Scene after scene flashed through his mind, and at the thought of these, Zhao Desan's body couldn't help but stiffen.

With fantasies and a body full of fatigue, Zhao Desan lay limply in the bathtub. His tired body felt infinitely relaxed under the soaking of the hot water, and rising desire expanded bit by bit within him.

At this moment, the bathroom door was pushed open silently. Zhao Desan didn't open his eyes; he knew clearly that this was Zheng Jie coming to give him a surprise. Zheng Jie walked quietly to the bathtub, as if she couldn't bear to disturb Zhao Desan in his fatigue. She hesitated for a moment, then reached out her slender, fair hand to push Zhao Desan's shoulder and said, "Sleeping in the bathtub again? When will you change this bad habit of yours? Hurry up and get up to sleep in bed!"

Zhao Desan opened his eyes slowly, looked at Zheng Jie with a lecherous gaze, and said with a wicked smile, "Hehe, I won't be able to sleep once I'm in bed!" As he spoke, he reached out his hand and touched under Zheng Jie's skirt...

With a 'slap', Zheng Jie fiercely hit Zhao Desan's hand that was trying to steal a touch, and feigned anger, saying, "Stop messing around. Nini is still outside."

Zhao Desan didn't care about Zheng Jie's obstruction. His 'lecherous hand' slid straight to the very bottom of her skirt and gave a light grab deep into her smooth, warm thighs. Zheng Jie let out a startled cry and fled out of the bathroom, saying repeatedly as she ran, "You bad egg! You got my skirt all wet."

Watching Zheng Jie run out like a child, Zhao Desan felt quite satisfied. He stretched and thought excitedly that she must be wearing the thong he had bought for her. That meant she must miss him very much, just as he missed her...

After dinner, Zheng Jie helped Nini review her homework, while Zhao Desan organized his study notes. He had learned quite a lot this time. After all, if he wanted to gain a foothold in the Provincial Construction Committee, with wolves in front and tigers behind, it was like walking on a single-plank bridge. It wasn't a simple matter; he had to arm himself from head to toe with work ability and professional skills. He needed real talent.

As Zhao Desan organized his things, he looked at the clean and orderly environment of the room and then at the serious look on the mother and daughter. He couldn't help but feel a sense of happiness, feeling that this rented apartment, which didn't belong to him, was filled with a happy and peaceful atmosphere...

Finally, after Nini finished her homework and fell asleep, Zheng Jie came to Zhao Desan's side after settling her daughter. The two looked at each other and laughed silently. Zhao Desan tidied up his things haphazardly, then opened his arms and said, "Now it's time to accompany this big child, right?"

Zhao Desan had dimmed the lamp on the bedside table significantly. The elegant, pale pink light shone on Zheng Jie's snow-white skin, making her perfect, exquisite figure even more beautiful and moving. Zheng Jie squinted her eyes, naturally stretching out her limbs, letting Zhao Desan's storm-like passionate kisses fall on every part of her body...

Ever since Zhao Desan brought Zheng Jie to this 'home', she seemed to understand his needs even better, always using this very comfortable posture to let Zhao Desan enjoy the highest pleasure in the world. And whenever this leisurely and charming expression appeared on her face, Zhao Desan would feel incredibly excited. This expression also meant that she missed him very much, and what she needed most now was Zhao Desan's more intense kisses and fierce attacks...

The newly bought Simmons mattress seemed to have a problem. As soon as Zhao Desan started his movements like a fully wound spring, it actually made a 'creaking' sound. This kind of noise was most likely to spoil the mood for men and women in excitement. Zhao Desan couldn't help but think to himself: This bed didn't have this problem when I left! But thinking was just thinking. After all, they hadn't been together for so long. As the saying goes, 'a small separation is better than a new marriage', and it was true. Zhao Desan didn't care about the noise, whether it would wake Nini, or anything else. He gathered all his strength and charged toward the shore of happiness. Amidst Zheng Jie's rising and falling beautiful moans, Zhao Desan let everything return to calm...

Zhao Desan gently rested his head on Zheng Jie's soft, beautiful breasts, fully feeling the comfort and happiness brought by that bit of softness. Zheng Jie held his head in her arms as if holding a child, murmuring, "Desan, I love you, I will love you forever and ever!"

"En, sister-in-law, I know, I know..." Zhao Desan replied sentence after sentence in a daze.

Zhao Desan slept very well. When he woke up, the sky hadn't completely brightened. He gently turned on the bedside lamp and adjusted the light to be slightly brighter. He wanted to look closely at this woman who had captured his soul, this woman he had been longing for day and night.

Zheng Jie was sleeping very sweetly and soundly. Perhaps because she hadn't received care for a long time, once she had a man's care, she would sleep very deeply. Zhao Desan looked at her charming sleeping posture while slowly brushing the hair scattered on her shoulders behind her beautiful neck. Under the pink light, Zheng Jie looked beautiful and flawless, making him obsessed. Zhao Desan unconsciously and carefully placed his hand on her fragrant shoulder, stroking it slowly, playing with it, as if he wanted to touch it hard again but was afraid of disturbing her sweet dream.

Inadvertently, Zhao Desan saw a deep purple scratch between Zheng Jie's neck and shoulder. If he hadn't looked carefully, he really wouldn't have noticed it. Zhao Desan raised his head curiously and looked closely, feeling that it looked very much like a hickey. Although the color had faded, one could still distinguish that it was the imprint of two lips.

Zhao Desan's heart sank because he knew that Zheng Jie's skin was white, fine, and tender, so as long as there was external force, it would immediately react. Even an overly intense kiss would leave obvious marks on her skin, though they would disappear quickly.

Could it be that it was too intense last night, and he had accidentally caused it? Zhao Desan comforted himself. Looking at Zheng Jie, who was still sleeping like a dream, Zhao Desan felt a bit unbearable. He felt that perhaps he had only cared about his own pleasure last night and ignored Zheng Jie's experience. He didn't even know what he was doing when he had caused her to look like this. Zhao Desan blamed himself while searching Zheng Jie's whole body, and as a result, he found two more hickeys deep on her thighs and on her chest. Zhao Desan gently slapped himself in the face! ===== CHAPTER 1812 =====