Since Jiang Che had notified Yang Jingshu and Natasha in advance that he would be staying over tonight, the two women had long been waiting quietly in the living room, eagerly anticipating his arrival.
The moment she saw Jiang Che, Natasha became incredibly excited. Taking quick little steps, she jogged all the way over and affectionately pulled him into her arms.
Jiang Che could clearly feel her warm, generous, surging embrace. Her eyes brimmed with undisguised delight. "Darling, you finally came to see Sister Yang and me! I missed you so much!"
Compared to pink-haired older sister's forward behavior, Yang Jingshu appeared far more quiet and poised. Her age was what it was, after all, and she could not be as bold and uninhibited as Natasha.
The black-stockinged young wife brushed back the silky hair by her ear, a gentle smile on her lips. "Xiao Che, you're here..."
In some ways, Yang Jingshu's personality resembled Shen Wanzhi's. Both women were gentle, voluptuous mature beauties, the quintessential Virtuous Wife and Loving Mother.
Jiang Che lightly patted Natasha's fragrant shoulder in reassurance, breathed in the milky-sweet scent around her, and smiled. "Of course. I already promised I'd play some little role-playing games with Aunt Yang, so naturally I wouldn't go back on my word."
Yang Jingshu had dressed particularly carefully tonight. Perhaps to cater to Jiang Che's tastes, she had deliberately put on a fitted black lace stepmother dress that perfectly highlighted her delicate, curvaceous figure.
Her round, full, long, toned legs were wrapped in glossy black stockings, and she wore a pair of red-soled patent-leather high heels.
A stepmother dress, glossy black stockings, red-soled heels... coupled with the fact that Yang Jingshu was a beautiful young married woman in the prime of her youth, soft and tender as water, like a