Chapter 196: Chapter 51 Wang Manman: You say I’m having an affair? Then I’ll have an affair for you to see!_2
In her eyes, this tall and handsome man was the epitome of a gentleman. If I could truly catch his eye, I’d be willing to divorce my husband immediately, she thought.
"All right, all right, stop crying," he soothed her. "Outsiders can’t make this kind of decision for you. In the end, you have to face it yourself."
Embracing a mature woman was a completely different feeling compared to holding a young girl. Holding a young girl was like cuddling a small pet, filling him with a desire to cherish and protect her. But embracing a mature woman sparked a significantly stronger physical impulse. Their ripe bodies and high hormone levels made them smell all the more enticing. He wanted to devour them whole.
Since he had already eaten dinner, he naturally couldn’t eat much more. The entire table of barbecue he had ordered went to waste.
"Shall I take you home?" Sun Dasheng asked.
"No!" Wang Manman clung tightly to his waist, adamantly refusing to go back.
Left with no other options, he booked a room at a nearby five-star hotel.
Inside the bedroom of the hotel suite, the air grew a little awkward. She was still clinging tightly to his waist, refusing to let go no matter what he said.
"Go take a shower. You reek of alcohol," Sun Dasheng said, patting her on the head.
"No. If I let go, you’ll leave," Wang Manman protested coquettishly, like a little girl. This made it difficult for him to simply push her away.
"Fine, fine, I won’t leave. Now go and take your shower. Happy?"
This strategy was ineffective. She wasn’t a three-year-old child who could be fooled by such a simple trick. Besides, she often used this same trick to deceive her own daughter. For Sun Dasheng to attempt this on her was like a novice showing off his sword skills to the great general Guan Gong.
"So, are you planning not to shower and just stay like this all night?" Sun Dasheng asked, feeling somewhat helpless as they lay embracing on the bed.
"Then... how about we shower together, okay?" Wang Manman whispered, likely feeling quite shy about her own request. Even when her relationship with her husband had been good, they had never done anything as intimate as showering together.
For Sun Dasheng, however, this was just another day at the office.
"Alright, I really don’t know what to do with you," he said, slapping her on the rear as a signal for her to get up. She couldn’t keep pressing down on him like that.
In the glass-walled bathroom, Wang Manman, who had just boldly suggested showering together, began to act coy. She hesitated to remove the last of her underwear.
Sun Dasheng laughed and gave her rear a playful smack. "Where did all that courage from a moment ago go?"
"Ouch..." she mumbled, covering the spot with a wronged expression. "I’m shy, okay? How about we turn off the bathroom light?" she suggested, trying to deceive herself.
"Come on, the bathtub is already full. Don’t waste time and let the water get cold." With that, Sun Dasheng helped her remove the last of her clothes.
The phrase "still retaining her charm" was obviously inappropriate. She was barely twenty-six years old. Married for four years, her daughter was only three. She must be the type that Boss Cao liked back in the day, right? he mused.
With a gasp, she was scooped up by the waist and carried into the bathtub. The two began to luxuriate in their shared bath. He leaned in close to her flushed ear and asked gently, "Have you ever done this with your ex?"
She shook her head against his chest.
"Who’s better, me or your ex?" he asked again.
She shyly buried her head in his chest, refusing to answer such an embarrassing question. However, she would soon regret her silence.
The bathroom was just the warm-up, followed by a session on the living room sofa. They reached their climax on the balcony, against the panorama of the city’s thousands of lights; it felt as if her soul was about to leave her body. The final act took place on the bed, and by then, she felt as though her body was no longer her own. She lay limply on top of him, completely motionless.
After a long while of tender affection, she finally spoke. "You’re a monster. My husband isn’t even fit to carry your shoes."
Sun Dasheng laughed heartily, wrapping his arms around her and planting a few rewarding kisses on her forehead. Then he said softly, "Go to sleep."
"Mmm, goodnight!" she replied, falling into a deep sleep in his arms.
When she opened her eyes the next day, the sun was already high in the sky. It was her first time sleeping in in years, and it felt wonderful. But a wave of panic washed over her when she realized the room was empty. Could he have...
Just as she was feeling heartbroken and lost, the bedroom door opened. Sun Dasheng walked in carrying several bags of breakfast. "You’re awake? Hungry? Hurry up, get dressed, and come eat."
Wang Manman’s face immediately lit up with joy.
With a sharp intake of breath, she tried to sit up but immediately lay back down, her body still aching all over. Surprised, Sun Dasheng walked over with the breakfast and began to feed her himself.
"Why are you acting like a girl who’s never been with a man before?" he chuckled as he fed her.
Wang Manman’s face flushed. "Maybe it’s because he and I haven’t shared a bed in several years."
Is that so? That would make sense.
After breakfast and getting washed up, Sun Dasheng drove her home. She was greeted by the sour face of her husband and the cheerful energy of her adorable daughter. Smiling, she took her daughter to the nursery.
"Mommy, where did you go last night? Nan Nan woke up and didn’t see you," the little girl said with innocent curiosity.
She pulled a cute Barbie doll from her bag. "Mommy went to buy a gift for Nan Nan. Do you like it?" Wang Manman asked, hugging her daughter.
"Wow! It’s so pretty! Nan Nan loves it! Thank you, Mommy!" The little girl started playing with the doll, then whispered into her mother’s ear, "Mommy, Daddy got angry again today. Nan Nan was so scared."
Wang Manman stroked her daughter’s head, her heart aching. It won’t be long now, she thought. Mommy won’t let you live in this frightening environment anymore. Remembering what Brother Sun had said not long ago, she smiled.
She leaned in and whispered to her daughter, "If Mommy finds a beautiful new apartment, would Nan Nan like to move in and live there with me?"
"Is Daddy going too?" the little girl asked.
"No, Daddy won’t be going," Wang Manman replied, shaking her head.
"Really?" the little girl shouted with joy, then, as if remembering herself, she lowered her voice. "Then let’s leave this big house for Daddy to live in all by himself."
So much for being her father’s little sweetheart. But who could blame her? She had grown up in such a repressive environment and had never received any real fatherly love. It was no wonder she felt that way.
The next day, she received a call from Sun Dasheng. The apartment he found was in a complex near her pub, less than a five-minute walk away. How thoughtful of him.
The apartment wasn’t large—two bedrooms and a living room, ninety square meters. It was modest but very cozy, perfect for her and her daughter. The property prices here weren’t high, at 70,000 per square meter, the total came to 6,300,000. The landlord had left all the furniture and appliances, which had all been replaced just a few years ago. Everything was in great condition, so Wang Manman didn’t plan on changing anything. It was perfect for her to move in with just her bags.
After viewing the apartment, Wang Manman was eager to christen their new home with another round of passion. They kissed for over ten minutes, but he didn’t make a move to take the next step. She looked at him, puzzled.
Sun Dasheng patted her full behind. "There’s no rush. We’ll have plenty of time for that in the future. The pressing matter now is figuring out how you’re going to move out."
Right. That useless husband of hers was still at home. Would he even allow her and their daughter to leave? Then there were matters like filing for divorce that needed to be put on the agenda. If he refused to cooperate, the whole process could drag on for at least a year or two.
"What should I do?" she asked, her resolve faltering as she looked up at him for guidance.
"If there’s nothing at home you’re sentimental about, it would be best to just take a few important items and leave with your daughter. Just leave all the other bits and pieces there. That way, you’ll make less of a scene and it will be much easier."
"Mmm, you’re right. There’s not much there that I’m attached to anyway. I’ll go home right now, grab our things, and bring Nan Nan over."
Wang Manman was a decisive woman, a trait honed from running her own business for so long. Compared to more delicate women, she had an extra layer of toughness. Of course, in front of Sun Dasheng, that fabricated strength had been completely discarded.
Back at home, she packed their things, took her daughter by the hand, and prepared to leave. However, their path was blocked at the front door.
"Fang Fan, what are you doing?"
"Heh..." Fang Fan sneered from his wheelchair. "You’re asking me what I’m doing? I haven’t even asked what you think you’re doing."