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Introduction

There are numerous types of attractive women in this world, but my favorite type is the young married woman. During the day, she appears elegant and intellectual. However, when night falls, she becomes someone completely different...
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Chapter 1

The process of getting to know Sister Lan was quite straightforward.

At that time, I had just graduated from university and was working as a designer at a renovation company.

Sister Lan was our client, and she had hired us to renovate the new villa she had bought, which was over a hundred square meters.

My boss told us that this woman was very wealthy, urging us to make a good profit out of her.

When I first saw Sister Lan, I was quite taken aback.

Unexpectedly this alleged femme fatale, was so stunning and elegant.

She was standing beside a blue BMW, appearing to be in her thirties, with a high bosom, slim waist being tremendously captivating.

Her buttocks so round that any man would be tempted to touch it.

Alongside the director and a few male colleagues, I took a tour of the villa, primarily to take some measurements for the design blueprint.

Throughout this process, she maintained a dignified smile, embodying the demeanor of a virtuous woman.

After finishing, she offered to treat us to dinner, to which, all the men eagerly agreed.

On the car ride there, we discussed the house's design where she repeatedly emphasized one point with eloquence: 'I want a design that feels warm, that feels like home. If your design satisfies me, money won't be a problem!'

Indeed, this woman was wealthy.

One of my colleagues leaned in and whispered into my ear, "Given how beautiful and wealthy she is, I bet she's not entirely virtuous."

Seeing the lascivious glint in my coworker's eye, I couldn't help but feel contempt internally.

Sister Lan led us to a charming restaurant, ordered dishes, paid the bill, but did not eat with us.

She excused herself with a matter requiring her attention, leaving us to enjoy.

We were quite disappointed. As four of us accompanied her gaze to the downstairs, we all stood up and looked out of the window.

Next, a few men started to discuss, all saying that this woman was indeed something, simply a top-notch, resembling a star on television — if they could have her unclothed and moved to the bed…

Well, it would be worth dying for.

After finishing our meal, the director asked each of us to come up with a plan, then she would choose from them.

I spent a week's time, based on her style and the "feel of home" she emphasized, and came up with a plan I was quite pleased with.

Fortunately, my plan was selected.

The project was underway without any hitches. A few days after the completion of the project, I suddenly received a call from her.

She said on the phone, "Hello, is this Mr. Yu?"

When I confirmed of being Mr. Yu, she said, "It's like this, I am not quite satisfied with the bathroom. I called the construction guy in charge, they said they are not responsible for the design, asking me to call you. Sorry to bother you!"

Her voice was very soft, seemingly afraid to offend me, extremely cautious.

I said, "No problem, what are you specifically dissatisfied with?"

She spoke for a long time, but I was still confused.

Finally, she suggested: "How about this, if you have time, come over after work, and I'll discuss it face-to-face with you!"

I nodded, "Alright!"

Just like that, I had my first opportunity to meet with Sister Lan alone.

After work, when I took a cab to the villa, it was already dark.

The villa is by the river, a little off the beaten path. As soon as I got out of the car, she came over to greet me.

That day, she was wearing a cream-colored tank top with beige shorts on the bottom. Her feet donned light sandals, making her gait seem very light.

Her hair was smooth and glossy, tied up in a messy bun at the back, and a few strands hanging down her forehead, making her look extremely charming.

Despite being a woman in her early thirties, she was more captivating than younger girls.

Seeing me, she gave a slight smile, "Ah, I've troubled you, my apologies!"

I smiled back modestly, careful not to let my gaze linger on her for too long.

I acted like a perfect gentleman.

"Come on in, it's quite dark, be careful!" She was very thoughtful, even seemingly reaching out to guide me by the hand. It was evident that she was a very considerate woman.

We then proceeded to the bathroom.

She pointed at the bathroom and said, “I didn’t notice at the time, but now I don’t want to place the bathtub here. Also, this countertop, I don’t want it to be so high. Ideally, it should be reachable with a stretch of hand. Additionally, could we add a wall lamp, the one with florals…”

She talked a lot in one breath, occasionally pausing to smile shyly, seemingly seeking my opinion.

Seeing me deep in thought, she added, "I was reading a book on interior design yesterday, and I saw this layout. I really liked it!"

I thought to myself, as long as you have the money, you can fuss all you want. Who would ever refuse money?

As long as the client is willing to pay, I can do anything from gold bricks to diamonds for her.

However, after carefully listening to her request, I found her to be quite reasonable.

What a remarkable woman indeed!

I smiled at her, "I'll draw a quick sketch according to your request for you to see!"

She smiled back at me, "That's kind of you, thank you so much!"

Her gaze was seductive and gentle, with her eyes sparkling, instantly captivating.

I pretended to be calm as I took out a piece of paper and quickly drew a design for her.

As I was drawing, she was watching, stooping down next to me, quite close.

There was a faint scent about her. It wasn't the smell of perfume, but a mix of shower gel or shampoo. Or perhaps one could say, it was a unique body scent of a mature woman.

Suddenly, she reached out her hand and placed it on my design.

Her hand was white, tender, and plump, just like a baby's hand. It was hard to believe that a woman her age could maintain such good skin.

"Ah!" she pointed at my drawing. "Not like this. Can we make the table round, circular on one side and square around the edges?"

Her suggestion was excellent and it would indeed look more fashionable this way.

There I stood, my gaze moving from her hand, up to her neck, her ears, and finally, settling on the slight glimpse of her cleavage.

I drew the design according to her preferences, but she was still dissatisfied, furrowing her brows slightly, "Ah, it's still not quite right!"

What a picky woman she is indeed.

I was somewhat flustered by her, to which I reassured, "Don't worry, let me think carefully. I'm bound to satisfy you!"

"Em. Thank you!" She suggested, "Come and sit in the living room. You can think while sitting on the sofa, I'll peel an apple for you!"

I walked to the living room sofa, sat down, took out a cigarette, and ask, "Can I smoke?" I'm quite a heavy smoker, especially when devising design concepts.

"No problem, go ahead!" She smirked enticingly, sat opposite me, picked up an apple, and then a knife.

I shook my head and said, "Don't bother, I'm not hungry!"

"It's okay, take your time. I'm free anyway," she said, peeling the apple with her head bowed.

Just as I was engrossed in my thoughts, she offered, "Here, take this."

She stood and bent over to hand it to me. This time, I could see her chest.

They were fair and full, almost completely visible, only the bottom was encased in a blue bra.

I could tell she favored the color blue. Her bra was blue, her car was blue, and the main color of her design I made for her was blue.

I wonder if her underwear is blue as well...

I felt a jolt in my heart and immediately said a solemn thank you, taking the apple from her hand.

This time she plopped next to me, her hands crossed over her chest as she scrutinized my design like a child. She seemed more satisfied this time, clapping her hands with approval, "Yes, this is exactly what I had in mind!"

I finally heaved a sigh of relief.

She raised her head looking at me, laughed, and said, "Who knew such a young guy like you could be so talented!"

Her words made me blush. Talented, that is a word I feel I don't deserve, I'm merely surviving by doing what I can.

"I will take my leave now! I'll talk to the workers tomorrow to make changes according to this plan. If there are any issues, I'll come over!" I felt it was time to say goodbye.

"Oh wait..." She took out a bundle of bills from her bag and handed them to me, "Take this, it's for you. You basically redesigned my bathroom, and my boss won't give you an extra paycheck. Let me make up for that!"

It was the first time she called herself "big sister", that word made me feel a bit attached to her, and I thought she indeed knew how to handle people well.

I hurriedly declined her offer, stating it was something I should do.

She bit her lip, "It's okay, I won't tell your boss about it. I know you work hard for others, it's not easy!"

I smiled and accepted the money. I thought to myself, why not take it if it's being offered freely, especially when she's being so generous.

Once I accepted the money, I found myself more talkative and more concerned about her. "Hey, I've noticed your big brother is never home. Is he always busy with big deals? I've never seen him around."

Indeed, I've been here a number of times from design to construction, and I've never seen her man.

Upon hearing my words, she let out a small laugh, lowered her head slightly, then raised it to say:"I live here alone!"

"I'm sorry!" I wondered if I had said something wrong.

"No worries!" She picked a grape from the fruit bowl on the table, placed it in her mouth, elegantly spat out the seeds, and then slowly said: "If there were two people, how could one person be making all the decisions in such a big house?"

She doesn't have a man? She couldn’t possibly be single... having a woman like her without a man is just unthinkable.

"If not, they must have divorced."

I didn't ask any further, looked around and asked, "Are you satisfied with the other areas?"

"Yes, I am extremely satisfied. It's even better than I expected. Thank you so much. I was afraid that I wouldn't find a designer to my liking. Really, thank God for you. If there's a chance, I'll treat you to a meal!"

She looked at me and laughed, "Hey, how old are you? Twenty?"

"I'm already twenty-three!" I retorted somewhat indignantly.

"Hmm, young lad!" She pursed her lips, gave me a smile and continued to look at me, "Handsome young lad!"

Her direct praise made me quite embarrassed. I'd never met such a forthright woman before!

"Nothing more, just this, it's average, ha!" I was somewhat shy to look at her. This woman really has the ability to tempt men. I crossed one leg over the other, feeling somewhat uncomfortable.