Chapter 88 The Widow
Mrs. Hu never thought that one day she and her daughter would have the same man.

She was weak and could not resolutely leave Cheng Jiao, so she began to go with the flow again just like she did in the past.

With her innocence and kindness, she had no strong support in this turbulent era. Even with her sister in the palace, she would be played around by others.

Instead of this, it would be better for her to follow Cheng Jiao. At least there would be security. She even needed to stay for the sake of her daughter's future.

She couldn't stand the light anymore and didn't want her daughter to stay in Zilanxuan without seeing the sun.

Becoming a concubine of Chang'an Jun Chengjiao is a good way out for my daughter.

She has already figured out Cheng Jiao's habits. When she and her daughter are born, Cheng Jiao will definitely be very happy and will not treat his daughter badly.

As for becoming Cheng Jiao's secret lover, as long as I hide it well enough, my daughter shouldn't be able to find out.

She even had a dark thought in her mind. If her daughter didn't mind after she found out, it didn't seem impossible for her to do it.
Cheng Jiao didn't know what Mrs. Hu was thinking, but when he was exploring Mrs. Hu, he found that Mrs. Hu was much more proactive than before.

His somewhat strange requests were met as much as possible, which made Cheng Jiao very proud and thought that his charm had greatly increased.

Mrs. Hu snuggled in Cheng Jiao's arms.

"Sir, you have to be nicer to my daughter from now on, okay?"

She felt the pain from below, still thinking about her daughter.

Cheng Jiao drew lines with his fingers on the snow-white skin of Mrs. Hu's collarbone.

"I promised Li Kai that I would take care of you and your daughter, and I will not break my promise."

When Mrs. Hu heard Li Kai's name, her heart tightened and she asked, "Li Kai, are you okay?"

Cheng Jiao stroked Mrs. Hu's jade back.

"Don't worry, I sent him out of the city a long time ago. He may have already reached the outside of Korea. He hopes that you and your daughter will live a safe and happy life, so he entrusted you to me, and I agreed."

Mrs. Hu felt relieved. If Li Kai died because of her, she would feel uneasy.

Now that Li Kai has gone far away and entrusted herself and her daughter to Cheng Jiao, she has already accepted Cheng Jiao in her heart. Compared to Liu Yi who is already lying in the mourning hall next door, Cheng Jiao is undoubtedly a good support.

"Thank you, sir. I'll leave my daughter and I in your care."

Mrs. Hu held Cheng Jiao's big hands tightly with her delicate hands and spoke with a loving look in her eyes.

"Then sister-in-law, let's continue playing something else."

Cheng Jiao said with a smile.

Mrs. Hu trembled physically and mentally, and said nervously, "What else do you want to play?"

Cheng Jiao blew hot air into her ears.

"There is a posture called wall-dong, do you want it?"

Mrs. Hu asked blankly, "Wall-dong?"

Cheng Jiao smiled mysteriously.

"Come on, be obedient, and you will know after trying it."

Mrs. Hu nodded helplessly and stood barefoot on the ground as Cheng Jiao requested.

Fortunately, it was already April and close to noon, so it wasn't too cold.

But Mrs. Hu was nervous, thinking that Cheng Jiao seemed to be playing something a little too big.

She stood on the floor uneasily, her toes curled up unnaturally.

Cheng Jiao took Mrs. Hu to the wall next to the window.

Mrs. Hu leaned against the wall in dishevel, her upper body mourning clothes hanging around her waist. The cool breeze coming from the wall cheered her up.

She wanted to move away from the wall, but Cheng Jiao put his hands on her shoulders and pressed her against the wall.

There was a "dong" sound.

Looking at Cheng Jiao's burning gaze, he said unnaturally.

"What are you"

Cheng Jiao laughed softly and said, "This is the wall-dong!"

After saying that, he kissed Mrs. Hu on her soft lips.

Mrs. Hu's arm was pressed by Cheng Jiao and she could not move, so she could only hold on to the wall with her hands.

The sound of her life instinct rang out, making Cheng Jiao even more unscrupulous.

After a long time, Mrs. Hu's legs became weak. When Cheng Jiao let go of her shoulders, she leaned weakly against the wall and sat down with her legs together.

Cheng Jiao chuckled and said, "How do you feel, sister-in-law?"

As he said this, he opened Mrs. Hu's legs which were closed together.

Mrs. Hu's strength was almost drained by Cheng Jiao. She kept her legs apart and let Cheng Jiao admire her masterpiece.

Mrs. Hu looked at Cheng Jiao with resentment. She was an elegant and polite woman, how could she have ever had such an indecent posture?

Cheng Jiao did not carry Mrs. Hu to the bed, but just lifted her up and let her hold the window sill with both hands.

He began to slowly provide support to Mrs. Hu from behind. Mrs. Hu involuntarily raised her pretty face and looked out the window.

A maid passed by in the distance and saw that there seemed to be something wrong with the expression on Mrs. Hu's pretty face.

"Ma'am, is there anything I can help you with?"

Mrs. Hu was shocked and couldn't help herself.

"Ah~"

The maid vaguely heard the lady seem to say "ah".

"Madam, what's wrong with you?"

the maid cried out.

Mrs. Hu endured Cheng Jiao's continued movements.

"Nothing, go tell the housekeeper that a distinguished guest has arrived and is calling me, ah~"

The maid looked at Mrs. Hu's pretty face exposed at the window and responded in confusion.

"Okay, I'll go right away."

Mrs. Hu could no longer bear it as she watched the maid leave.

He quickly left the window, ran to the bed, lay down, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Cheng Jiao smiled and looked at the traces of water appearing on the ground.

Mrs. Hu really has as much water as the ocean.

Cheng Jiao walked up to Mrs. Hu and looked at her who had her eyes tightly closed.

"Tired?"

Mrs. Hu nodded quickly like a chick pecking at rice.

Cheng Jiao took a silk cloth and gently wiped the dirt off Mrs. Hu's body, making Mrs. Hu breathe a sigh of relief despite her awkwardness.

After Cheng Jiao finished, he changed a new thin blanket and covered Mrs. Hu with it.

"You should rest first. There is a funeral tomorrow. I'm leaving first."

Mrs. Hu opened one eye.

"Are you going?"

Cheng Jiao patted Mrs. Hu's head.

"Don't worry, I will come again. I will let you and your daughter meet tomorrow night, don't worry."

Mrs. Hu nodded and moved the quilt up until it covered her eyes.

"You have to be careful not to be seen."

Cheng Jiao listened to Mrs. Hu's voice coming from under the quilt, smiled faintly, and left quietly.

Mrs. Hu under the quilt slowly breathed a sigh of relief. She had been tossed around a lot and her whole body was sore. She was afraid that Cheng Jiao would not be satisfied and would continue.

If the funeral were to take place tomorrow and she couldn't get out of bed, there would be trouble.

Mrs. Hu took the mourning clothes off her body in the quilt and put them on the ground.

I yawned comfortably, prepared to take a nap, and enjoyed the rare lunch break.

Looking at the mourning clothes on the ground, she still didn't understand why Cheng Jiao was so excited when she put them on, but she remembered this detail.

She now needs to cater to this man who will be with her and her daughter for the rest of their lives.

Cheng Jiao had just left Liu's house not far away when he noticed a lot of ragged vagrants on the street, including men, women and children, walking towards the outside of the city.

Just when Cheng Jiao was confused, Wei Zhuang appeared beside him, which scared him.

"Brother Wei Zhuang, have you been following me?"

Wei Zhuang did not answer, but said calmly: "These are the Baiyue refugees who migrated from the State of Chu. They just came back from the palace."

Cheng Jiao suddenly remembered this scene.

"It seems that Zifang has persuaded the Fourth Young Master to take action."

Wei Zhuang looked at Cheng Jiao with narrowed eyes: "You know?"

Cheng Jiao instantly turned into a riddle man.

"If there is anyone in Xinzheng who can help Han Fei break the chains that the King of Han has put him in, it can only be the Fourth Prince. They naturally have a common opponent."

Wei Zhuang whispered in his heart, is it Ji Wuye?

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