Chapter 2019

"I didn't show my face; there's no way he could know it was me!" Zhao Desan said, feeling very confident in Wuzi's effectiveness.

Lan Mei said, "He might not know for now, but if you do this again, he will definitely find out. You'd better stop worrying about me. What can he do to me? At worst, he just wants to... wants to... you know, with me. What else can he do?" Lan Mei said with a bitter smile. Once an arrogant and cold woman, after losing the protection of her ex-husband, Zheng Tulu didn't take her seriously at all. Relying on the lewd photos of her and Zhao Desan in his hands, he made things difficult for Lan Mei and threatened her in every possible way. If it weren't for the sake of Zhao Desan, the other party in the photos, Lan Mei would never have submitted to him. But in the end, considering Zhao Desan's future, Lan Mei submitted to Zheng Tulu. Since the first time she was forced by Zheng Tulu, as the old bastard found her more and more often, as a divorced woman, Lan Mei gradually got used to this life. She could be considered to have given her true feelings to Zhao Desan, thinking only that as long as her sacrifice could exchange for Zhao Desan's smooth future, she was willing to be so obedient to Zheng Tulu.

But Zhao Desan didn't think so. He was a man with a strong personality, a flexible mind, and a bit of cleverness. How could he watch Lan Mei, who had been kind to him, be wantonly toyed with by Zheng Tulu? Hearing Lan Mei say this, a wave of jealousy surged into his heart. His expression immediately changed from gentle to contemptuous. He looked at Lan Mei with a look of disdain, snorted, and said sarcastically, "Could it be... could it be that 'that' isn't enough to bully you?"

Lan Mei looked at Zhao Desan's jealous appearance, but for a moment, she didn't react to what Zhao Desan meant by this sentence, so she asked in confusion, "Which one?"

"Which one could it be? It's that!" Zhao Desan thought Lan Mei was playing dumb and said to her, a bit angry.

"Wh... which one?" Lan Mei still didn't react and asked, looking at him in confusion.

Zhao Desan didn't know if she was really confused or pretending to be, so he simply said, "It's sleeping with you."

After saying this, seeing Lan Mei's face immediately turn bright red, he knew he had been too blunt. So he softened his tone and continued, "I just don't want that old bastard to always want to do that to you! I want to stand up for you!"

Lan Mei looked at Zhao Desan's serious and stubborn appearance when he spoke, and a warm current surged in her heart. Her beautiful eyes flashed with a crystalline luster, and she asked softly, "Why are you so good to me?"

"Because I love you!" This was the only reason Zhao Desan could explain why he was so good to Lan Mei. He couldn't say he was a hero of the Han Dynasty, drawing his sword to help when he saw injustice, could he? Although it couldn't be called true love for Lan Mei, he had invested certain feelings in his relationship with her. His natural sense of justice made him unable to watch men bully women, especially a charming young woman like Lan Mei. Zhao Desan was even more willing to stand up for her.

Although Lan Mei couldn't be 100% sure that Zhao Desan's words were sincere, when he said he would help her vent her anger after learning she had been humiliated by Zheng Tulu, she had always thought he was just talking big because he was angry. It wasn't until the next day, when she saw Zheng Tulu's bruised face, that she completely believed Zhao Desan. She believed he was a man who would do anything for her. Even her ex-husband had never done such things for her. Although the method was a bit absurd, it moved her immensely. Hearing this "because I love you," Lan Mei's heart suddenly softened, and two lines of clear tears streamed down her cheeks. Those were tears of being moved, tears of happiness. She wept silently, staring at Zhao Desan beside her with teary eyes, speechless for a long time.

Seeing Lan Mei moved to tears by this sentence—the truth of which even he didn't know—Zhao Desan felt an indescribable sense of accomplishment. He thought, "My god! My random words made her cry. This is too much!" He thought for a moment, then simply pulled Lan Mei into his arms, hugged her tightly, and comforted her, "Why are you crying, Section Chief Lan? This doesn't look like your usual style!"

"What is my usual style?" Lan Mei was amused by Zhao Desan's witty remark and asked, raising her teary eyes with a smile.

"Usually, you're... a female demon!" Zhao Desan looked up and thought for a moment, then gave an unbelievable answer. Before Lan Mei could get angry, he dodged to the side and laughed out loud, forgetting himself.

Lan Mei was truly amused and angered by Zhao Desan. She glared at him fiercely and said with feigned anger, "How dare you call me a female demon? Stand still, don't run!" As she spoke, she stood up and rushed toward Zhao Desan.

"Female demon, female demon..." Zhao Desan shouted at her again, then laughed out loud while running in circles in the office to dodge her pursuit, feeling that this game was quite fun. The two of them chased each other, laughing. After a while, both were panting. Lan Mei took the opportunity to catch up with Zhao Desan, hugged him, glared at him with feigned anger, pinched his arm, and said fiercely, "How dare you call me a female demon!" By this time, Lan Mei had completely broken into laughter under Zhao Desan's teasing, becoming cheerful. Her eyes became bright, and only traces of tears remained on her beautiful cheeks.

Lan Mei only pinched Zhao Desan lightly, but Zhao Desan deliberately pretended to be in great pain, frowned, and shouted, "Ouch..." while holding his arm.

Seeing Zhao Desan's painful reaction, Lan Mei quickly grabbed his arm and asked with a self-reproachful look, "Did I really pinch you hard? Let me see."

Zhao Desan pretended to shout "ouch, ouch" while opening his arms, waiting for Lan Mei to come up. He suddenly smiled wickedly, pulled her into his arms, and said with a grin, "Fell for it, didn't you?"

"What are you doing? Let go quickly!" Seeing Zhao Desan's wicked look, Lan Mei struggled symbolically in his arms and said.

"Don't you know what I'm doing?" Zhao Desan smiled wickedly, lowered his head, and pressed his big mouth onto Lan Mei's red cherry lips. After blocking her mouth, she was still pushing him away and mumbling, "No... don't... let go quickly... don't..."

Zhao Desan took the opportunity when she opened her mouth to speak, aimed at the right moment, and stuck his tongue into her mouth. This immediately had an immediate effect. Lan Mei, who hadn't been resisting very strongly, completely stopped resisting. Her two arms also actively hugged Zhao Desan's waist, she stood on tiptoe, and stuck out her soft, moist, fragrant tongue, intertwining it with Zhao Desan's tongue, twisting and lingering between their two mouths...

Zhao Desan couldn't remember how long it had been since he had been intimate with this beautiful divorced young woman. This fragrant, soft tongue, this soft body, pressed tightly against him, those two high, bulging mounds pressing against his chest—although separated by several layers of clothing, the elasticity was still clearly distinguishable, pressing against Zhao Desan's chest with every heartbeat and breath...

The long-lost contact created a sense of freshness again. This fragrant, soft tongue, this beautiful face, and the devoted expression all stimulated Zhao Desan's central nerves, causing his muscles to gradually tighten. Gradually, his hand moved from her back to her buttocks, stroking and kneading them through her dark blue professional suit trousers. The elastic feel made Zhao Desan incredibly excited... Little by little, he pushed her to the side of the sofa. She cooperated very well, wrapping her arms around Zhao Desan's neck. As he exerted a little force, she hooked her arms around Zhao Desan's neck and fell down with him...