Chapter 786: Shabaitian's Black Silk

Municipal Party Committee compound, Building No. 3, second floor, east unit.

This is the Mayor's standard-issue residence, three bedrooms and two living rooms, simply and tastefully decorated, with uniformly arranged furniture, exuding the orderly feel of the system.

A few unopened cardboard boxes were piled in the living room, and freshly washed bedsheets were hanging on the balcony.

At last, it had some lived-in warmth.

Chu Lingxi, in home clothes and barefoot, spun a circle on the smooth wooden floor, her long hair tracing a graceful arc in the air.

"Haha, honey, this is the life I've been longing for."

Shabaitian wasn't just ordinarily excited today.

She had a new job, specially appointed as a dance instructor by the School of Arts at Jianglan Daxue.

The two kids were left to study in Jingcheng, under the care of her elder aunt Lin Yuzhi.

Now there were no children's noise, no parents' nagging, no nanny bustling about under her nose—she had completely possessed a pure world just for the two of them.

This was the life she had dreamed of.

Lin Dongfan leaned on the sofa, looking at Shabaitian's childish face, and the nerves that had been taut these past days relaxed a bit.

He couldn't help but tease: "How old are you? Acting like a little girl."

"But I'm just happy."

Chu Lingxi bounced over, plopped onto Lin Dongfan's lap, and wrapped her arms around his neck.

Excitement shone through her words: "Besides, do you know how long I've waited for this day? In Jingcheng, our house is really too big; when you're not home it's empty and hollow. Plus those two little brats annoy me every day. Now it's great—do whatever I want, whenever I want, how wonderful to be free and easy."

"What do you want to do?" Lin Dongfan raised his sword-brows.

"Wait for me a moment."

Chu Lingxi suddenly jumped off his lap, pattering patter patter into the bedroom.

After waiting a moment, still not seeing her come out, Lin Dongfan couldn't help but get up to check the situation.

Just as he reached the hallway, Chu Lingxi's mysterious voice came from the room: "Honey, don't come in yet, wait a bit longer."

"What are you up to again?"

Lin Dongfan stopped in his tracks, only three steps from the bedroom door.

Soon after.

Chu Lingxi excitedly flashed out of the room: "Honey, I'm here…" Lin Dongfan took a close look, startled enough that his pupils widened a notch.

He almost had a nosebleed.

Shabaitian had actually changed into a sheer silk robe, but the belt wasn't tied tight, revealing a form-fitting black outfit underneath.

It was explosive!

Shabaitian was actually wearing black silk stockings!

Most striking were her long, long legs!

A split!

Saying she'd do a wall slam, she did a wall slam!

No wonder she's a goddess from a dance background—her flexibility and control could be called perfect.

Before Lin Dongfan could react,

Shabaitian's left hand had already braced against the wall on his other side, firmly holding him between the wall and herself, instantly giving the impression that Shabaitian had evolved into a black-silk-clad older sister.

"How is it?"

Although Shabaitian's pose today was wild, with the sleepwear collar slightly open also wild, those two charming little dimples on her face kept her smile pure and innocent.

She proudly smiled and asked: "Honey, are you surprised? Is it unexpected?"

"Uh… this…"

Lin Dongfan inexplicably felt a bit embarrassed, saying he wasn't surprised was basically a lie.

After so many years of marriage to Shabaitian, having raised two kids, it was still the first time seeing her in black silk stockings. Before, I'd bought them for her but she never wore them, saying it would be bad if the kids saw.

Lin Dongfan laughed and cried: "Chu Teacher, why are you so uninhibited today?"

"What's that? I've always been uninhibited, okay."

Chu Lingxi winked one eye, her smile enchanting: "Did you get upset at work today? It's okay; even if the whole world were against you, you still have me—I'll always be your loyal little fan."

"You've gone through trouble."

Those words were rather moving to hear.

Lin Dongfan really hadn't expected that Shabaitian would suddenly pull this stunt, merely to cheer himself up—where could you find such a wife?

Lin Dongfan turned his head to glance at her long leg propped against the wall: "Do you want to put your leg down first?"

"No."

In the midst of their laughter, Shabaitian meaningfully asked: "Won't you try the newly unlocked move?"

"!!!"

Lin Dongfan broke out in a black line of sweat.

Whoever said women are wolves at thirty and tigers at forty—it's absolutely true; even pure Shabaitian can't escape it.

The split and wall slam are actually nothing new.

Lin Dongfan remembers clearly that in the early days of their marriage, whether in the study or the bathroom, he had had profound experiences.

"Come on, my darling!"

It's hard to refuse such enthusiasm; Lin Dongfan really had no reason to be a killjoy.

But the living-room hallway wasn't suitable for a small meeting, so Lin Dongfan simply carried Shabaitian into the bedroom, demonstrating with action what is meant by "the belt gradually loosens yet remains worthy, for her I grow thin and weary."

Sleepless night.

The next morning, Shabaitian snuggled in Lin Dongfan's arms, eagerly asking: "Honey, if I wear black silk stockings to class, do you think the students will pay attention?"

Take it seriously, hammer. By then, they'll definitely come to check out the legs.

Haha, that shows I'm still quite charming.

That's for sure—you're my Lin Dongfan's wife; your looks and figure are right here, a glance back and a smile births a hundred charms, the six palaces' powders and dyes lose their hue.

The six palaces' powders and dyes have no color, really?

Really.

Which six palaces?

Um... I swear to heaven, I really have no harem now... Since you forgave me, I've kept myself pure and chaste.

Then why could you only hold three small meetings last night?

Three times is still few?

Before, you could hold seven small meetings.

I'm already over forty; a true hero doesn't brag about past bravery.

……

The two were laughing and joking when the phone on the bedside table suddenly rang—it was Yang Qing calling.

Lin Dongfan hastily made a shushing gesture toward Chu Lingli in his arms.

Answering the call: "Yang Sansui, up this early?"

I heard you were suppressed by Wang Qigang at yesterday's meeting—true or false? The voice on the other end sounded surprised, as if the fact that Lin Dongfan was suppressed was quite unexpected.

Indeed, the Lin Family of Jingcheng is now at its zenith.

Those who dare to suppress Lin Dongfan can be counted on one hand.

Lin Dongfan disagreed and retorted, "You call me early in the morning just to satisfy this little gossip of yours?"

Damn, I'm just looking out for you.' Yang Qing emphasized firmly: 'Three years ago, that Wang guy parachuted from the Central Ministry's Capital Bureau into Wuzhou—this old bastard definitely has backing.'

"What exactly do you want to say?" Lin Dongfan asked.

Yang Qing replied, "Can't explain it over the phone—come out for a bit, let me treat you to a big meal, and later I'll fill you in on the current situation."