When she thought of Zhihan, Lu Ning’s eyes turned red, and tears rolled down her face. She covered herself with the blanket and buried her head into the pillow, crying softly.
When he came back, she would teach him a lesson for her sufferings.
Crying secretly in the dead of night had almost become her nightly ritual.
“Hubby, I miss you so much…” Lu Ning cried herself to sleep.
…
Lu Ning had another long dream, and it was… an erotic dream.
She felt someone pressing down on her body. A strong hand pressed her shoulder into the bed, and then another hand crept under her clothes. Her body heated up and she felt aroused. She licked her lips with her tongue and moaned, “Hubby, Hubby…”
“F*ck, huh? Tell me, who is f*cking who?” The man lifted her skirt and spread her legs.
Lu Ning wrapped her slender legs tightly around the man’s waist. She said coquettishly, “Hubby, you are f*cking me!”
Then the man stood up… And Lu Ning screamed.
…
The next morning.
Lu Ning got off the bed and rushed into the bathroom.
She noticed that her panty was wet, and she could not tell if it was from her arousal or the semen of a man. Her face burned, and her heart pounded.
Last night, she seemed to have been… f*cked by a man again. What was wrong with her? Why did she keep having this kind of dream? And each time felt even more real than the last.
Lu Ning ran out of the room and into the study. The security system in the villa was the most advanced. Not even a fly could get in without being detected. Moreover, there were cameras in every corner, she wanted to check the surveillance footage.
However, she could not find anything. There was no one in the footage except for her. The bed was also neat. It did not seem like someone had sex in it.
Lu Ning covered her face. Was she f*ucked by a ghost? Had she been under too much pressure recently?
Deciding not to dwell on it, she returned to the bathroom to wash up. She wanted to visit Linger and her baby later.
…
At the Zhou family.
Lu Ning was crouching over the crib, looking at the baby wrapped in a yellow blanket. This was the son of Pingan and Linger, his nickname was Cutie.
“Linger, Cutie is so beautiful. He has inherited the good genes from both of you. Look at his fair skin, long eyelashes, and exquisite facial features. He looks just like a character from a comic book. My heart melts just by looking at him.”
Linger was in pink casual clothes. Because she had given birth a month earlier, Pingan wanted her to recuperate for three months, worried that she would fall ill. Linger, who had just become a mother, also had an indescribable gentleness about her.
“Ah Ning,” Linger said as she held Lu Ning’s hand. “Believe me, you will also have such a beautiful baby in the future.”
“I also want my child to inherit Zhihan’s and my good genes. I have to give birth soon so that Cutie can have a companion. They will grow up together, just like us when we were young,” Lu Ning said happily.
Seeing that Lu Ning was so cheerful, Linger could not contain her sadness. “Ah Ning, don’t be like this. I feel so sorry for you. I know that brother’s death has dealt a great blow to you.”
“Linger,” Lu Ning looked at Linger. “Do you also believe that your brother is dead?”
“Ah Ning, everyone is worried about you now. I know that you need time to accept that brother is dead, but…”
