Liu Zhizhong had washed the dishes and had never once felt such unbridled joy and voluntary zeal in doing household chores.
Afterward, he made his way to the liquor cabinet, brewed himself a cup of tea, and drank leisurely.
Hmm, poor Brother-in-law, his head's been turned green, maybe I should give him a call to see how he's doing.
The call was picked up by a nurse in a private room, who kindly informed him that Leader Zhang was not seriously injured, just that he had lost a bit of blood and was currently sleeping. She assured him to not worry, as the hospital would definitely provide Leader Zhang with the best medical care.
Of course, Liu Zhizhong didn't bother with small talk, wished Leader Zhang a speedy recovery, and said he would find time to visit him tomorrow.
Then, he entered Zhao Han's bedroom.
Zhao Han had filled her stomach and mustered the strength to wash up. She returned to lay in bed but felt no sleepiness whatsoever.
Everything that had happened, the foreseeable future, filled her with such torment—how could she sleep?
As a result, when Liu Zhizhong lay in bed and held her in his arms, she couldn't struggle free, only able to reluctantly curse at him in a hoarse voice while held in his embrace.
Liu Zhizhong didn't care about her protests and showed her all the incriminating photos he had taken, including her nude and posed pictures, which utterly cowed Zhao Han.
Zhao Han felt helpless and completely without room to resist.
When Liu Zhizhong declared that he wanted to possess her forever and even wanted her to bear his child, Zhao Han could only agree.
He even said, "Zhang Hongyang has been married to you for years, how come you two haven't had a child? Could it be that he's not up to the task?"
"Don't… stop talking nonsense, we just haven't wanted one yet."
"Heh, I want one, and that's enough. Oh, wait a second, I need to call my wife."
Zhao Han was on the verge of breaking down, "Have you lost your mind? Calling your wife while embracing your sister-in-law? Are you trying to torture me to death?"
"I'm not crazy, very clear-headed, but you stay quiet, okay?"
With that, Liu Zhizhong truly dialed his wife Zhao Yan's phone number.
Calling his wife Zhao Yan, he did so with an indescribable state of mind—it was necessary to call the wife.
As he dialed, he thought of the two sisters—who had enchanted countless men—both of whom he had experienced. Even if Zhao Yan liked to play dead and hadn't done so in the recent half-year, he had at least had her! Googlᴇ search 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵※𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮※𝓷𝓮𝓽
Men, sometimes the psychological experience is even more thrilling than the physical one!
Zhao Han, frightened, dared not breathe, burrowed into Liu Zhizhong's embrace, and even covered her ears. Her body trembled; she dreaded her sister might hear something, which would only add to her agony.
As it turned out, it was just past nine in the evening, and Zhao Yan had already turned off her phone.
Zhao Han finally exhaled, having broken into a sweat.
Liu Zhizhong was slightly disappointed, feeling the failure of not being able to show off to his wife. He nodded, looked at his sister-in-law's face—one that had relaxed—and said, "Right, I should call Yu Mei's mother. With such heavy rain and terrible weather, we should show our concern."
Liu Zhizhong, you must be crazy, daring to call my mother? Really trying to torment me, aren't you? I'll let you ruin me… please, can't you stop this despicableness?"
Zhao Han was utterly distraught, truly begging him.
"Shut up, darling. Tonight, I don't want to think about my sister-in-law; all I can think about is Yu Mei's mother!"
Without further ado, Liu Zhizhong called Yu Mei's mother, Lu Yumei.
This call was also a must-make; he had to show concern for the mother-in-law attending the gathering!
This seemingly young and beautiful, sensual wench—who would have thought? Haha...
Zhao Han, with tears in her eyes and ears covered, huddled in Liu Zhizhong's arms, wanting desperately not to hear her mother's voice.
The unspeakable disgrace of the Zhao Family; she could do nothing but regret—damn the beauty trap!
However, Lu Yumei did pick up the phone, and she was not in the best of moods.
"What now, you freeloader... oh, Secretary Liu, what's the trouble? Aren't you supposed to be entertaining guests, why is it so quiet where you are?"
Listening to her mother-in-law's words, not knowing if her daughter could hear even with her ears covered, Zhao Han felt a surge of annoyance, yet didn't dare make a sound. She remained silent, tense, quivering with anger.
"Heh, I came home early. But, Yu Mei's mother, it's really raining hard tonight, isn't it? How are you holding up? Take care of your health and don't drink too much! Where are you dining right now, how's the food? What hotel did you book a room at? What's its star rating, and is it comfortable?"
Lu Yumei, taken aback by Liu Zhizhong's gentle and magnetic voice, paused, "I say, what's gotten into you today, freeloader, taking such an interest in your mother-in-law?"
"Heh, as a youthful older woman like you says, shouldn't I be concerned? You've been a widow all these years and there are plenty of men after you, how could I not show concern? It's both a duty and a responsibility!"
Liu Zhizhong continued in his gentle manner, his voice magnetic, his earnestness frightening.
"Are you sick? Running a fever tonight? I can't be bothered to chat with you, we're off to sing."
"Heh, alright then, have fun, take good care and be safe. Single women have to look after themselves out there! Oh, and I got caught in the rain on my way back, I think I'm coming down with a fever..."
"Serves you right, you'd be better off burning up! There's no fever shots for you in this rain, get lost!"