MGASC -Chapter 203 Little Temptress—If You Like It, It’s Yours

“At the time, you were still in confinement after giving birth. I was afraid it would affect your mood. I wanted to tell my brother-in-law, but I was worried that if he found out how embarrassing Mom and Dad were, he might look down on you. Qiaoqiao, I’m really upset. What kind of parents are they? They only care about themselves and never think about us.”

Seeing Zhang Ling so guilt-ridden, Zhang Qiao had no choice but to comfort her instead.

“Sister, if a child turns out unfilial, it’s the parents’ fault. You should be able to see it clearly now—aside from Zhang Song, there’s no place in Mom and Dad’s hearts for the two of us. With a wastrel brother and greedy parents like that, there’ll never be peace in that family. If we soften our hearts again, sooner or later they’ll drag us down to death. If there’s a chance now to settle this once and for all, would you be willing?”

Zhang Ling didn’t fully understand what Zhang Qiao meant, but she was already completely disappointed in her parents’ side of the family.

“Qiaoqiao, what do you mean by settling it once and for all? How do you want to handle it?”

“Just tell me whether you’re willing. We can’t choose the family we’re born into, but we can choose the kind of life we live in the future. There’s a long road ahead. You still have to find me a brother-in-law someday. With parents like that bringing disaster wherever they go, even the best days will be ruined!”

Zhang Ling pressed her lips tightly together. What Zhang Qiao said made sense. When she had first married Xu Liang, their relationship had actually been decent. Later, they drifted apart. Part of it was because she couldn’t have children, but another part was money—and when it came to money, her bloodsucking parents had contributed greatly.

Thinking back on all the grievances she had endured over the years made her heart ache even more.

Grinding her teeth, Zhang Ling said, “Qiaoqiao, I’ll listen to you.”

Lin Tianyue had been in the other room with Lin Jin. It was nearly midnight before he returned to the bedroom.

Zhang Qiao was already asleep with their daughter. Lin Tianyue climbed into bed quietly, leaning over the two of them to look at their faces before tucking the blanket around Zhang Qiao.

He was in a poor mood tonight. Lying flat on his back with one arm under his head, his dark eyes stared at the ceiling, wide awake.

By sending her brother to the police station, Zhang Qiao had made her stance clear.

But that was still her brother. If Zhang Song were really sent to a juvenile detention center, people outside would inevitably gossip about Zhang Qiao, calling her heartless.

Today’s matter could be considered either big or small. Lin Tianyue didn’t want Zhang Qiao to be cursed by others. But he also didn’t want to let Zhang Song off.

“Tianyue…”

Zhang Qiao’s voice came softly through the darkness.

He turned toward her. “Qiaoqiao, you’re not asleep yet?”

“I was waiting for you. Is Lin Jin better?” She was still facing away from him as she asked gently.

“Mm. Our son takes after his dad—he’s not that delicate. It’s just some superficial injuries. Nothing serious.”

Zhang Qiao nodded. She patted their daughter and turned over to face Lin Tianyue.

In the dark, their eyes met.

Her hand moved upward, drawing small circles over his chest through his sleepwear.

“A few days ago, you gave my parents some money, didn’t you?”

“Yes.”

“You wanted to show filial respect for me?”

“They are your parents after all. I gave them money hoping they’d calm down and stop causing you trouble.”

“Tianyue, you’re too kind. Unfortunately, they’re never satisfied.”

Her voice was light, laced with deep regret.

She shifted closer, resting her face gently against his chest. “I’m sorry. You think of everything for me, but my family hurt Lin Jin without restraint.”

“Today… was an accident.” Lin Tianyue wrapped an arm around her and rubbed her smooth hair. “Qiaoqiao, are you really planning to send Zhang Song to juvenile detention?”

“What do you think?”

He thought the brat deserved to die. Even killing him wouldn’t be enough to vent his anger.

But the current Lin Tianyue was no longer so extreme.

He had a family, children, a wife. He carried responsibilities and had more to consider.

He stroked her soft hair again and again. “Lin Jin’s fine, and you beat Zhang Song pretty badly too. As long as he doesn’t act up again or provoke me, and your parents know when to stop, we can still talk about this matter.”

Zhang Qiao’s gentle fingers paused over a certain spot on his chest.

There was a small raised nub beneath her touch. She brushed it lightly.

The man beside her drew in a sharp breath. She smiled coyly.

Having roughly gauged his thoughts, Zhang Qiao flipped over and climbed onto him. “Alright then. Tianyue, you handle it. Do it your way.”

“I’ll handle it?”

She nodded, tapping his chest lightly with her fingertip. “Yes. They’re most afraid of you. Just tell them—from now on, my sister and I have nothing to do with that family. We won’t interfere with each other’s lives. I’ll never go back again.”

Lin Tianyue cupped her face in one hand, staring intensely into her firm eyes, wanting to confirm her decision once more.

Zhang Qiao nuzzled against his palm affectionately, curling against him like a kitten, wrapping her arms around his waist. “Big brute, you heard me right. From now on, just like you, I won’t have any family.”

She intended to completely sever the mother-daughter and father-daughter relationship with Chen Guilan and Zhang Fugui.

This was the best opportunity.

They wanted a hundred yuan a month? Now they wouldn’t get a single cent!

If they refused, then Zhang Song could stay in juvenile detention for a few years. With leverage in her hand, she wasn’t afraid they wouldn’t give in—after all, Zhang Song was the apple of their eyes.

On the way to the police station earlier, Zhang Qiao had already used her recorder to capture a statement.

Lin Tianyue’s heart trembled. His large hand tightened around her back as he pulled her close. “That won’t happen, Qiaoqiao. You have me. You have our daughter and our sons.”

“Mm.”

Perhaps she had absorbed some of the original host’s emotions, but the corners of Zhang Qiao’s eyes grew damp. She felt, with startling clarity, the sense of being abandoned by the entire world—except for the man before her, who would never leave her, bound to her in life and death.

Maybe she was being dramatic…

Zhang Qiao lifted her head, taking his warm hand in hers and looking at him intently again.

Lin Tianyue felt a tickle in his heart under her gaze. “What mischief are you plotting now?”

She recalled that night—the surging, intoxicating scene—and a ripple stirred in her heart.

Tilting her face slightly, she pressed an affectionate kiss to his palm. “Big brute, I like your hands.”

“Is that so?” he chuckled roguishly.

“Look—your palms are big, your knuckles strong, your fingers long…” Zhang Qiao toyed with his fingers, bringing one to her lips and gently sucking at the tip with her tongue.

Meeting her watery gaze, Lin Tianyue felt a shiver race across his scalp.

It seemed someone had developed a taste for it and was hinting at something.

Suddenly, Lin Tianyue flipped over, turning the tables and pinning her beneath him.

His breathing grew heavier as his lips sealed over hers without leaving a gap. “You like them, huh? Little temptress—if you like them, they’re yours! I’ll give them all to you!”

At this moment, grudges and grievances, propriety and morality—none of it mattered.

The sense of reliance, of destiny, and the long-standing tacit understanding between them deepened Lin Tianyue’s feelings for Zhang Qiao into something more complex.

He knew she stood on his side.

She had chosen him.

For his sake, she was willing to sever ties with her own family.

A woman like that could drive a man mad.