The Fragrance of My Hot Patients

The outfit Lin Xiaowei was wearing could loosely be considered a Song dynasty-style wedding dress.

But compared to a truly elegant and festive traditional Chinese wedding dress, this one was all coquettish seduction.

The parts that should have been covered were mostly not fabric but a sheer layer of gauze.

Furthermore, it was unclear whether the wedding dress Qin Fei’Er had prepared was too small or Lin Xiaowei’s bust was simply too ample. The two buttons below the collar, which seemed purely decorative, couldn’t be fastened and hung loosely to the sides, clearly revealing a sexy, red silk bodice underneath.

Her slender, willowy waist and flat abdomen were also completely exposed.

But the most eye-catching part was the hem of the skirt.

The skirt itself was already very short, and the slits on both sides went almost all the way up to her waist.

This not only left her fair, smooth legs completely exposed, but as she glided forward, one could catch fleeting glimpses of her firm, rounded buttocks.

Chenyang was so aroused by this provocative, alluring sight that he wanted nothing more than to yank Lin Xiaowei into his arms right then and there.

In fact, in that single moment, all sorts of exciting positions flashed through his mind.

’I want to push her into a corner, hike up her skirt, and take this stunning creature from behind!’

’I also want to lay her on the dining table, lift her fair, smooth legs, tear off that red bodice, and grab her proud peaks as I ride her for all I’m worth!’

’Better yet, I want to lie in bed and watch the gorgeous, bewitching Lin Xiaowei ride me, her breasts trembling and her hips twisting wantonly!’

’Just imagining such a scene is enough to get a man hard.’

’If that were to actually happen... I wouldn’t trade it for an Emperor’s throne!’

Speaking of emperors, Chenyang suddenly thought that Lin Xiaowei, in that revealing yet evocative classical dress, was just like King Zhou’s favored concubine, Su Daji—a beauty capable of ruining a kingdom.

So beautiful she was beyond compare, so enchanting she could steal one’s soul!

Chenyang was utterly captivated.

His gaze grew more and more fervent, and his hand, which had been hanging at his side, began to creep restlessly toward Lin Xiaowei.

However, just as it was about to brush against her fair, smooth leg, Lin Xiaowei suddenly reached out and pinched his wrist.

The sharp, minor pain snapped Chenyang back to his senses.

Sensing Qin Fei’Er’s quizzical gaze, he quickly and awkwardly said, "My apologies, Aunt Qin. Your daughter-in-law is so beautiful I couldn’t help but stare."

Qin Fei’Er didn’t blame Chenyang.

She had always thought Lin Xiaowei was pretty, but never considered her stunning.

But now, even looking at her as another woman, she could feel a flicker of envy in her own eyes.

Lin Xiaowei was truly gorgeous.

It wasn’t surprising that a man like Chenyang would be captivated by such a striking woman.

She waved her hand to show it was nothing, then raised her wine glass. "Come, let’s toast to my family’s joyous occasion."

"Congratulations on the wedding!"

Of course, Chenyang didn’t mean a word of it. Given what Lin Xiaowei, Qin Fei’Er, and Li Qiang had done to him, his true wish was for them to ’have a son born without an asshole.’

After that, the three of them made small talk as they ate and drank.

The atmosphere was pleasant enough at first, but after a few minutes, as the three of them became tipsy, it was clear their true intentions lay elsewhere.

Lin Xiaowei was a little apprehensive.

Although she had prepared herself to marry a useless man, the thought of having to sleep next to him on their wedding night was still deeply unsettling.

At the same time, she was also very nervous.

Because while they were drinking, Qin Fei’Er had mentioned letting Chenyang ’liven up the bridal chamber,’ which was as good as giving him an open invitation to take advantage of her.

Lin Xiaowei felt an internal resistance to these topics, but for some reason, the words of refusal died on her lips; she couldn’t utter a single one.

She even found her eyes, consciously or not, glancing a few times toward Chenyang—and the bulge in his pants.

This small gesture sent Chenyang’s mind racing with lust.

Being surrounded by two beautiful, delectable women was already making him restless. The thought of entering the bridal chamber with Lin Xiaowei later, under the pretext of ’livening things up,’ made him practically thrum with excitement.

As for Qin Fei’Er, her initial thought was simply to get Lin Xiaowei and her son into the bridal chamber as soon as possible. That way, the marriage would be a done deal.

But when she noticed Chenyang’s gaze on Lin Xiaowei growing more and more fervent, her own thoughts began to shift.

Having a virile young man stare at her beautiful daughter-in-law did make Qin Fei’Er a little unhappy.

But as she tried to think of a way to stop Chenyang’s staring, the scene of the two of them in the bathroom inexplicably surfaced in her mind.

Especially the frightening size of him; it seemed to be seared into her memory.

’Her stirring desire and the long-suppressed emptiness inside her gave rise to all sorts of absurd ideas.’

’Li Qiang’s future is settled.’

’So, shouldn’t I start thinking about my own needs now?’

’Remarriage is out of the question.’

’After all, who would accept a paralyzed stepson?’

’But surely there’s no harm in just finding a man to... satisfy my needs?’

’I know from talking to Chenyang earlier that he’s single.’

’And he’s so... formidable.’

’Now that we’re living under the same roof, if I could just find an opportunity to get closer to him... ’

’Then, Li Qiang wouldn’t be the only one who was happy. I could find my own *bliss* as well.’

At this thought, Qin Fei’Er began to scheme. Not only should she have Chenyang help ’set the mood’ for Lin Xiaowei and Li Qiang, but she should also have her son and daughter-in-law make a huge ruckus to get Chenyang all stirred up.

’If I’m lucky,’ she thought, ’perhaps my son won’t be the only one entering a bridal chamber tonight...’