My Wife is Obviously a Queen but She is too Virtuous

As the lights began to turn on and night approached, the bustling city of Jiangrong was even busier than during the day.

On a road planted with street trees, pedestrians were surprised to see a man and a woman standing in the middle of the road.

The woman was freshly dressed, with a plump figure and a mature, sexy demeanor.

The male teenager had white hair and a somewhat dull look, his head slightly turned to one side, as if he didn't dare to face the gaze of a mature woman.

"Big Sister Mo, I still feel..."

After Mo Yan asked that question, Zhang Zhiqin stood dumbly in place, looking as if he had been struck by lightning.

Mo Yan didn't press the matter and just looked at him calmly.

Finally, after a long silence, Zhang Zhiqin froze and said.

"We seem to be, that, how can I put it, I didn't even think the two of us could fall in love."

Zhang Zhiqin scratched her ears, finally expressing herself clumsily.

"It's okay, you can start thinking about it now."

Mo Yan remained calm and even had a rare tenderness and anticipation on her face.

Zhang Zhiqin looked down at the woman in front of her who was almost seven years older, her outline was slightly harsh, her eyes were glazed over, and the hair that just happened to be shawled fluttered slightly with the wind, carrying a hint of softness that belonged to a woman.

At this moment, her breathing seemed to be slightly rapid, and her striking breasts were all beginning to rise and fall with increasing amplitude.

Zhang Zhiqin couldn't help but swallow her saliva, desperately trying to simulate in her mind the image of herself and Mo Yan together later....

He just couldn't actually think of what that image should look like in his head.

"I'm sorry, Sister Mo, I really can't think of ah, I might..."

Zhang Zhiqin haltingly said, "It's not ready yet."

His voice was small, but the night wind grew stronger, blowing his words into Mo Yan's ears.

The atmosphere suddenly became frozen.

Mo Yan looked at Zhang Zhiqin and the smile on his face did not even diminish at all, only saying faintly.

"Let go."

"Oh. Yes."

Zhang Zhiqin realized that his hand was still holding Mo Yan's waist and he was busy letting go.

Mo Yan turned around and walked away.

"Big Sister Mo, wait!"

Zhang Zhiqin shouted loudly from behind, but Mo Yan didn't even look back, and the plump, sexy figure soon disappeared into the night.

"Why did you leave?"

Zhang Zhiqin stood stunned in place.

"Are you angry? It's not quite like that, she usually kicks me when she's angry."

Zhang Zhiqin scratched his head and didn't know what to do, so he had to go home silently.

It was already nine o'clock at night when he got home, and his parents had gone to Lincheng to visit relatives, who were away for the past two days.Zhang Zhiqin sat on the sofa with his buttocks, feeling a little difficult to think, so he took out his phone and sent a WeChat to Mo Yan over.

"Are you home yet, Sister Mordecai?"

A prompt text popped up below this message.

"Mo Smoke has turned on friend verification and you are not his or her friend yet. Please send a friend verification request first..."

Zhang Zhiqin: "?"

What's going on here?

Did Sister Mok blackmail me?

Zhang Zhiqin incredulously dialed the phone over to Mo Yan and was cut off after only two rings.

He texted over again, "Sister Mo, are you really angry?"

Waited ten minutes, no reply.

Waited for another half hour, an hour... until late at night.

Zhang Zhiqin woke up from the couch, wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth, and picked up his phone.

Mo Yan still hadn't texted back.

Zhang Zhiqin sat dumbly on the couch, and after a long while, one word finally came out.

"Fuck!"

........

The night was getting late, Lan Heng Garden.

"Yao, good night."

"Well, goodnight."

After Lin Yao took a shower and exchanged goodnight with Fangfang, she walked into her bedroom.

She lay on the bed in her white nightgown, pulling over the blanket and wrapping herself tightly in it.

But with her eyes wide open, she couldn't sleep.

During dinner, she saw Fang Xiaole and Fang Shengnan talking on the phone with Fang's mother, and she felt envious of the way mother and son and mother and daughter communicated with each other without any barriers.

At this moment, when the night was quiet, Lin Yao couldn't help but think of her mother.

Lin Yao's mother's name was Hai Yao, quite a rare surname, and Lin Yao's name was taken from her father's surname and her mother's first name.

It could be seen that back then, Lin Duanzheng and Hai Yao's relationship was very good, but for some unknown reason, the couple's relationship gradually became colder.

After Lin Yao was about ten years old and her grandmother died, Lin Yao's mother came home less and less.

Communication between mother and daughter was limited to a phone call once a week and a separate monthly allowance from her mother.

By the time Lin Yao left for university in Kyoto, the intervals between phone calls had become a month, half a year, or even a year....

The only constant was that every month, my mother would insist on remitting pocket money to Lin Yao, and with the rise in prices, the amount of pocket money kept increasing.

It used to be transferred by bank card, but later, with the popularity of WeChat, it was used to transfer money.

Lin Yao opened WeChat and saw the contact whose name was labeled as "mother" in the third column of the contact list.

The second column of the list was "Dad", and Lin Yao had topped both her parents' WeChats.

At this point, she entered her mom's chat history, where there were rows and rows of transfer and refund records.

Every month, her mother would transfer a sum of money to her from WeChat for living expenses, but Lin Yao never accepted the money and it would be refunded the next day.

The next month, mom would still transfer the money to her on time, but she would still not accept it, and the next day the money would be refunded automatically.

This scenario would play out regularly at the end or beginning of each month.

It was as if this had become the only way for mother and daughter to communicate.

Lin Yao sometimes wondered if the machine on the other end of WeChat was a programmed machine that would automatically transfer money at a fixed time, while her mother had probably forgotten about her.

Ding.

Suddenly, there was a new message in the WeChat dialog box.

Her mom had transferred money to her again.

Lin Yao just remembered that today was the 31st of October, and it was the day when transfers and automatic refunds were due at the end of every month.

This time, Lin Yao still didn't receive the money, but sent a message over to her mother.

"Mom, I have enough money to spend, you don't have to give me money."

After the message was sent, Lin Yao stared at her phone screen, her eyes filled with anticipation.

Ding.

Finally, mom sent her a message back.

"Good."

There was only one word.

Lin Yao bit her lips and typed over again.

"Mom, I want to call you, I have something to tell you."

This time mom didn't reply, Lin Yao squeezed the phone tightly with both hands, and faint blue veins could be seen on the back of her slim hands.

Five minutes later, Lin Yao's phone rang, and her beautiful eyes abruptly popped open with surprise and apprehension.

It was mom's phone!

Hesitating for a moment, Lin Yao gently pressed the answer button, then pressed the phone tightly against the side of her face.

"Mom..."