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After all, clashes between men and women are inevitable.
He was a bit annoyed by the injury on his face. If it had been hit, wouldn't it hurt terribly?
Moreover, such incidents could really affect the recovery of injuries, especially when a man's body had been injured and even encountered the last step: radioactive material!
So, Liu Zhizhong had canceled all his plans for that evening.
However, provoked by Zhao Han, he still couldn't resist and went to her room. Zhao Han promised not to touch his face, though.
To avoid unnecessary contact, Liu Zhizhong let Zhao Han do all the work while he lay flat or on his side with Zhao Han's back toward him and kept himself busy.
It was still a very joyous and exciting affair. In less than half an hour, Zhao Han reached the summit of life on her own, bathed in sweat, panting endlessly, and filled with boundless satisfaction.
Liu Zhizhong was fine. That afternoon, upon his return, he had good times with Lu Yuqing and Zhang Yue Xing, experiencing extreme joy.
The two of them freshened up, embracing each other lovingly as if it were a reunion after a long separation.
However, just as Liu Zhizhong sat down on the couch in the room and was about to talk about Zhao Yan, Zhao Han preempted him.
Wearing a loose and lovely nightgown that showed off her proud slender legs and round buttocks, she sat on Liu Zhizhong's thigh and wrapped her arms around his neck tenderly.
She curiously said, "Hey, husband, did you notice? It seems like Zhao Yan was telling the truth!"
"What?" Liu Zhizhong thought to himself that she had noticed it as well, just as he was about to mention it.
"Oh, that she said she's not really my mom's daughter!" Zhao Han playfully swung Liu Zhizhong's neck, very much in a loving domestic mood.
"Eh?" Liu Zhizhong exclaimed, then tilted his head, looking up at Zhao Han. "Hey, you're very observant. What's going on?"
Zhao Han said seriously, "It was from my mom's reaction and Zhao Yan's expression that I figured it out. Maybe she's my sister, heh..."
She smiled bitterly, "Apparently, she was really picked up! Think about it, everyone knows from how we look—I resemble my mom the most. My sister, well, she looks a bit different... Anyway, tonight she and mom seemed about to fall out, although mom didn't say anything explicitly, her expression gave her away. There's definitely a big secret there."
Liu Zhizhong nodded, "Your intuition is sharp, just like mine; I wanted to talk about this too. There's definitely a story or incident from back then. But we..."
"You noticed it too?"
"Of course. Otherwise, how could we be so soulfully connected, harmoniously happy, perfectly coordinated, and completely captivated by each other?"
"You scoundrel, always knowing how to cheer me up." Zhao Han hugged his head, pressing his uninjured face against her full bosom, looking especially happy.
Feeling the warmth and fragrance, Liu Zhizhong found this face wash rather comfortable.
Still, Liu Zhizhong soon pulled away, held Zhao Han's waist, and said seriously, "This is no simple matter. Digging into it could be bad for both Zhao Yan and your mom, so what I want to say is, we should try not to talk about such sensitive topics or pry too deeply. It's disrespectful to probe into others' privacy, understand?"
Zhao Han nodded, "Honestly, I'm really curious! Women are naturally a bit gossipy. But since you've put it that way, I understand. However, whether Zhao Yan is my biological sister or not, I'll still treat her as my sister!"
"Mhm, and you still consider me your brother-in-law!"
"Pah, pah, pah... You are my husband, mine, forever mine..."
The Zhao family's eldest daughter showed her typical willful dominance, hugging Liu Zhizhong's head again and pressing his uninjured face against her heart.
Liu Zhizhong still enjoyed this sensation very much.
After Liu Zhizhong returned to his room and lay down, he thought deeply. Ah, it would be such a pity to give up this wife.
But he had to investigate her. What if she was really a lesbian, as Luo Yanling claimed?
She had obtained the leverage on him with Zhang Qixiang, threatening him with divorce that evening; holding her secrets, could he counteract it too?
Ah, who would believe the life of Mr. L's couple had come to this?
The next morning, when Liu Zhizhong woke up and saw the messages on his phone, he felt utterly helpless.
Damn, there indeed are no secrets in the officialdom!
Overnight, the incident of Zhang Yue Xing slapping him had spread throughout Yangzhou.
Then, news reached Provincial City as well.
Luo Tian Lin, Feng Xiaoyue, Zhang Tianbao, they all sent messages to comfort him, asking him to weather the storm, to just hold on for now.
As for Yangzhou, needless to say, there were quite a few concerned messages.
One message particularly made Liu Zhizhong's facial wound ache due to the excitement, as his blood circulation sped up.
This message was from Luo Yanling, with quite rich content…