In the next room, Zhao Shicheng fanned himself awkwardly, then hurried over to pour himself a cup of cool tea. Only after drinking it did the heat in his body finally subside. Then he noticed Jia Zhen was still standing by the wall, intently listening to the sounds next door. Zhao Shicheng could not help secretly despising him. This guy not only liked sleeping with his daughter-in-law, he also liked eavesdropping.
Jia Zhen stood there, his brows sometimes furrowing deeply, his fists sometimes clenching, and sometimes swallowing involuntarily. His expression was exceedingly colorful.
On the other side, Qin Keqing's hair was already in disarray and her gaze unfocused, but what filled her heart more was desolation. She knew Jia Zhen was in the residence, perhaps even in the next room. Jia Zhen knew that she knew all this, yet he still showed no intention of stopping it. What he had in mind was already perfectly clear.
She suddenly found it laughable. All along, she had believed they were truly in love. He had saved her, he had given her everything. For his sake, she had even married a man she did not love, risking the condemnation of the world to secretly continue seeing him. But now that she thought about it, she was merely his plaything—a plaything he could use to entertain other men at any time, a plaything he could discard at any time.
"Since you want me to seduce him, then I'll seduce him for you to see. Let's see whether you regret it afterward!" Once that thought arose, she became all the more self-destructive. The resistance in her heart vanished without a trace. Not only did she let the rough man in the room kiss her, she even offered fragrant kisses of her own in response.
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