Chapter 8: Sanctuary and Darkness

Su Yu’s smug smile froze.

She originally only wanted to stir up trouble, create chaos, and see her mother-in-law or father-in-law make a fool of themselves, but she never imagined things would develop to such an unbearable and humiliating degree.

How can you make an elder stand on a table and undress in front of their son and daughter-in-law?

This has clearly gone beyond the realm of a game and become a blatant act of personal humiliation.

“Isn’t this going a bit too far?”

As Su Yu thought this to herself, she subconsciously glanced at Lin Zhe and found that his face was so gloomy it could drip water.

Lin Zhe’s fists were already clenched white under the table, and his knuckles were cracking from the excessive force.

His gaze was fixed on his father’s face, which was contorted with rage from alcohol and lust for power.

Lin Zhe felt as if a wild beast was roaring and pounding inside his chest.

It wasn’t just anger; it was a deep-seated desire to challenge male authority.

Coupled with the ties from his childhood, Lin Zhe absolutely could not tolerate his mother being treated this way by his father! But the one who suffered the most was undoubtedly Wang Xiulan.

She felt all the blood rush to her head, then instantly recede, leaving her limbs cold and numb.

Her husband’s command was like a thunderbolt, shattering her last shred of self-respect and dignity.

She looked at her husband’s cold face, at the undisguised astonishment in her daughter-in-law’s eyes, and finally, her gaze fell on her son, Lin Zhe.

She saw the anger in her son’s eyes, a fire that burned with the desire to protect himself. Wang Xiulan felt a warmth in her heart.

However, this protection now seems to have become the greatest irony for her. How should I deal with this protection? Earlier in the bathroom, Wang Xiulan almost touched her son’s thick penis.

What right does she have to accept her son’s protection as a pure and innocent mother? Suddenly, a feeling of despair and resignation arose from the bottom of my heart.

“Perhaps, my only destiny is to completely degenerate like this.”

Thinking this, Wang Xiulan moved in the dead silence.

There was no crying or resistance; he simply stood up slowly, expressionless.

Under everyone’s gaze, Wang Xiulan’s movements were stiff and numb, as if she were going to her death. She walked around the corner of the table, took off her high heels, and then, amidst a gasp, she actually stepped onto the chair and stood on the sturdy mahogany dining table.

Bright lights enveloped Wang Xiulan, her cheongsam clinging tightly to her mature and voluptuous figure. Her usual dignified elegance now appeared incredibly fragile and sorrowful.

At that moment, Wang Xiulan stood there like a hero about to be publicly executed.

Sacred, yet utterly twisted.

But what does all this have to do with anything?

The scene became eerie.

A smug glint flashed in Lin Jianguo’s eyes. He wanted to completely destroy Wang Xiulan’s pride and vent his pent-up frustrations that he hadn’t had a chance to express for years.

And let everyone understand that no matter what, in this house, I am the absolute master! Wang Xiulan’s vision was blurred. She didn’t look at anyone, but stretched out her slightly trembling hand and groped for the first button under the collar of her cheongsam.

It was an exquisite jade clasp, cool to the touch.

Her fingertips were cold, and her movements were slow and labored.

“Click”.

With a soft click, the knotted buttons came undone.

Wang Xiulan’s cheongsam neckline opened instantly, revealing her slender and snow-white neck, as well as the alluring and delicate collarbone below.

Following the collarbone down, a slit appeared in the opening of the cheongsam.

Although the whole thing was not yet visible, the edge of the flesh-colored lace bra underneath was already visible, as well as the deep and alluring white cleavage squeezed out by the pair of large breasts supported by the bra.

The soft curves, subtly revealed, exude a unique and fatal attraction characteristic of mature women.