Shi Mei winced in pain, letting out an "ow."
Those little hands, clutching his shirt at the chest, seemed to press down urgently and clumsily, trying to push her tongue directly into his mouth.
Shi Lingyan immediately lifted his hand, his eyebrows tightly furrowed.
Shi Mei’s head was pushed away without any resistance.
But just as they separated, that soft and dexterous little tongue, perhaps by coincidence, grazed his upper palate as if it had a tiny hook, lightly tickling his heart.
The youngster’s movements were clumsy, yet indescribably familiar.
There had been a time when he and another woman, on a different bed, tumbled together, and she too would make such small gestures inadvertently.
It was almost an instinctual habit.
Even Tang Wu was unaware of this little quirk until he mentioned it casually one day, and she had an epiphany.
Shi Mei didn’t notice Shi Lingyan’s momentary distraction; her palm quickly lifted his shirt, and then her body brushed against his neither lightly nor heavily.
Shi Lingyan became even tenser, like he had been electrocuted, and after forcibly pushing her away, he swiftly flipped out of bed and stood on the floor in an instant.
Shi Mei was flipped over on the bed, her face already looking tearful, and now it appeared even more wronged.
Meanwhile, Shi Lingyan’s anger was embodied; his previously comfortable, loose trousers now sported a small tent at the crotch.
At a glance, it looked impressive and formidable.
Shi Mei’s eyes widened with curiosity and astonishment at the sight, pointing at it and exclaimed, "What is that?"
In another room, the old lady watched the scene with clear understanding.
And Shi Lingyan, the live-action male lead of this scene, felt even more awkward upon hearing Shi Mei’s words.
He turned and dashed into the bathroom like a whirlwind.
The door slammed shut with force, causing Shi Mei to shiver. In the darkness, she hid under the blankets and quietly curled her lips.
The purpose of Old Mrs. Shi installing the surveillance wasn’t hard to guess.
It was simply to see if Shi Lingyan and she shared a bed.
If she wasn’t mistaken, Old Mrs. Shi probably wanted them to divorce.
However, it’s likely that Shi Lingyan wouldn’t agree.
After all, his beloved Bai Yuejie suffered from heart disease, and marrying and sharing a bed would only shorten her lifespan—Shi Lingyan would never want to hurt her.
Moreover, Old Lady Shi opposed Bai Yuejie joining their family more than anyone else.
If Shi Lingyan couldn’t marry Bai Yuejie, he naturally wouldn’t marry any other woman.
There could be no better shield than a fool.
Although divorce had long been in Shi Mei’s plans.
But now wasn’t the time.
The outside world was still unaware that Shi Lingyan’s wife was a fool; if they divorced now, it would be insignificant to him.
At most, he would have lost a toy.
It seemed some plans needed to be expedited.
In another room of the old house,
Old Mrs. Shi had a look of vindication, angrily declaring, "Good, I knew they couldn’t be together, and now they can’t pretend anymore, huh!"
Elder Shi sighed softly, "It’s just a matter of time."
"What time issue!" Old Lady Shi gritted her teeth, "Can’t you see that our Ling Yan is unwilling to do anything with her? He just despises her for being a fool; no, I must intervene in this matter!"
Elder Shi gazed at the computer screen with a complex expression and sighed, "Suit yourself!"
Wan Lili: The book Shi Mei is reading is called "99th Divorce," and here’s a little survey—do you all prefer Senior Sister or Little Junior Sister? (Will increase or decrease their parts based on the number of votes)