The Mother-In-Law's Embrace - Chapter 4

The summer night was warm, the moon hung bright in the sky. A city pulsated with life and excitement, its decadent heart beating faster as the night deepened.

Lin Wancheng gazed up at the enormous, glittering crystal chandelier above, her fingers nervously twisting the hem of her white dress. 

She had no idea what Li Han Ye was planning this time, dragging her to his best friend’s birthday banquet without a word of explanation. He’d even insisted on having her styled –  a whirlwind of preparation that left her feeling completely out of place.

Now, she stood tall in the exquisite gown, its silk fabric cascading like water around her curves, her dark hair framing a face as pale as porcelain. Every eye seemed to fall upon her as she entered the banquet hall with Li Han Ye, whispering and admiring her beauty.  It was the kind of attention that made Lin Wancheng uncomfortable; it felt like being on display in a cage. 

She couldn’t shake the feeling that this was all part of some elaborate scheme orchestrated by Li Han Ye. Her mind raced with anxieties – was he going to humiliate her publicly? Was this about getting back at her somehow, or worse, damaging her expensive dress and leaving her ruined?  The thought sent a shiver down her spine, making her walk cautiously, as if every step could be her last.

This was Gu Jincheng’s private birthday party, the young heir to the renowned Gu family. The guests were all the crème de la crème of their social circle – wealthy heirs and beautiful debutantes.  With no elders present, the atmosphere was loose and decadent.

Lin Wancheng felt a tap on her shoulder as someone approached, “Mr. Li, who is this?” 

Li Han Ye’s lips curved into a sly smile, his eyes holding a hint of something dangerous, “This is Lin Wancheng.” 

The man chuckled, “Didn’t know you had such refined taste, Mr. Li.  You finally settled down?” 

His words were laced with veiled amusement, clearly hinting at Li Han Ye’s notorious reputation as a playboy.  But Li Han Ye simply offered a gentle smile, his gaze drifting towards the staircase – his focus was elsewhere. His real target wasn’t here; it was someone else entirely. 

 He needed everyone to believe he had changed, that he had found solace in Lin Wancheng. This performance would serve its purpose perfectly. 

 “My dear,” Li Han Ye murmured into her ear,  “Are you feeling any better?”

Lin Wancheng, flushed and breathless from his earlier attentions, responded softly, “Yes.”

His eyes, burning with desire, lingered on her body. The sight of her vulnerability fueled his inner fire, making the hard length pressing against his thigh throb insistently. 

 “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered before pushing back her dress and claiming her womanhood with a possessive hand.  He couldn’t wait any longer.

The scene shifted to two months ago, when Lin Wancheng had suffered a miscarriage after just two months of pregnancy. They had been devastated by the loss, but Li Han Ye had been particularly distraught. He showered her with attention, spoiling her with expensive gifts and remedies from his father, a renowned traditional Chinese medicine practitioner who lived in another city.

However, a few days ago, during a passionate encounter, Lin Wancheng started lactating during climax. It was both exhilarating and terrifying for them. Li Han Ye had been incredibly aroused by the unexpected sensation, but fear quickly replaced excitement.  They consulted a doctor, but the cause remained a mystery. A series of tests revealed no physical problems, leaving them confused and frightened. 

Now, standing here in this opulent setting, Lin Wancheng felt like an exhibit on display, her body betraying her in ways she couldn’t understand.

As Li Han Ye began to move within her, his eyes flickered towards the package lying forgotten on the floor, a sudden realization dawning upon him. 

 “Darling,” he breathed into her ear, “Your father is quite a renowned doctor, wouldn’t you agree?” His tone held a suggestive lilt.  “Perhaps we should go pay him a visit?”

Lin Wancheng recoiled instantly, her voice tight with embarrassment, “No!” She couldn’t possibly allow Li Han Ye to take her to see her father in this state – it was simply too humiliating.

Li Han Ye chuckled softly, his gaze tracing the curve of her swollen br3asts.  “Oh, come now, darling,” he murmured, “He’s your family.”

But Lin Wancheng refused to budge. This was a secret she intended to keep hidden, even from the man who claimed to love her. 

The tension in the room thickened as Li Han Ye continued his assault on her body, unaware of the silent storm brewing within Lin Wancheng’s heart. 

Upstairs, bathed in the soft glow of moonlight, another figure watched the scene unfold through a floor-to-ceiling window. Her expression was unreadable, but a hint of amusement played on her lips.

 “Mother,” a young man said, his voice laced with both arrogance and affection. “I’ve told you before, I won’t play those games anymore.” He paused, turning to gaze at the woman beside him.  “Look, she’s beautiful. Isn’t she? All innocent and pure. Surely, after all this time, you can trust me.”

The woman’s smile widened, a predatory glint in her eyes. “Indeed,” she said softly, “She seems quite charming.”