The art of seduction.

It wasn't Jiang Chen's first encounter.

As the saying goes, once unfamiliar, twice acquainted.

Having experience, he wasn't flustered or nervous. So when the distant Black Ze Lady bent down to pull him, he didn't awkwardly resist and instead cooperatively stepped onto the stage.

Indeed.

The distance between the runway and the audience was so close that you could reach out and touch it, yet Jiang Boss didn't actively use this geographical advantage.

However, being passive worked just as well.

Black Ze Lady bent down, and her leather bust revealed a large expanse of creamy snow. When she successfully pulled Jiang Boss onto the stage and stood up straight again, Jiang Chen realized she was actually a bit taller than him.

Certainly.

The credit goes partly to those sexy killer heels.

Black Ze Lady didn't speak. Though her outfit was alluring, her temperament was as gentle as water. She hooked onto Jiang Chen's arm and walked toward the stage.

Her husband didn't mind.

How could the husband mind.

Jiang Boss wouldn't possibly mind either.

Soon, he realized that this room wasn't a separate space. The entrance on the left of the runway was adjacent to a room, which wasn't lavishly decorated, very minimalist, with only a bathtub and a white bed occupying most of the room.

Black Ze Lady took Jiang Chen to the bed, then gently pushed him to sit on it.

"I'll go run the water."

Indeed.

That luring voice that once captivated countless men.

On saying her first words, Black Ze Lady was about to head to the bathtub.

"Come sit for a while."

Jiang Chen spoke up.

Probably still being remembered fondly by countless men from Shen Zhou, Black Ze Lady paused, evidently not in a position to disobey, obediently sitting beside him.

Shapely stiletto heels, open-toe and open-back, revealing her feet encased in black silk, running upward were slender and well-proportioned legs, and then two thin garter straps, the ends concealed within what resembled a leather bikini.

A bust made full by the design of the outfit, showing no signs of age, a fair and delicate swan neck, a face filled with tender charm, similarly showed no effects of sagging, with luscious black hair cascading down, and crystal earrings dangling from her earlobes...

Definitely enough of a challenge for any officer.

When Jiang Boss was not an officer, he was a glorious Youth League member.

"The role you played as Xiao Qiao left a deep impression on me."

Taken by surprise, she probably didn't expect the distinguished guest especially entertained by the Prince to mention her previous film work, causing a brief distraction.

One wonders what passed through her mind in those few seconds.

Was it nostalgia for her younger self?

Or reminiscing about her glorious past?

Married into Japan, following the tradition of being one with her husband, she not only changed her surname but also long left the stage, disappearing from public view.

"Thank you for your compliment, Mr. Jiang, that work is from many years ago. If you hadn't brought it up, I would have nearly forgotten."

"So is Black Ze Lady now a full-time housewife?"

Well.

Such a precious beautiful moment wasted on chit-chat.

However, as former compatriots meeting in a foreign country, chatting seems justifiable.

"Yes, my husband doesn't like me to show myself."

A forceful smile.

That face, clearly in her forties or fifties, remained endearingly tender.

If one appreciated mature women, it made sense.

But what does "doesn't like to show up" mean?

Was that just now considered...?

Kind of makes sense.

The previous performance was in a closed space, with only two viewers, a distinguished foreign guest and a Prince, which really doesn't contradict the concept of "being on show."

"It seems Mr. Black Ze cherishes Lady Black Ze indeed."

Jiang Boss had great poise and courtesy, not using her former surname.

"You must have met my husband, Mr. Jiang."

"Yes, he's at the door."

After speaking, Jiang Chen suddenly stood up.

Appearing at least twenty years younger than her real age, Black Ze Lady was stunned, then instinctively, anxiously grabbed Jiang Chen's hand.

"Where are you going?"

Her unique luring voice did indeed enhance the charm.

"I'm going to invite Mr. Black Ze in."

"Is there something you're dissatisfied with about me, Mr. Jiang?"

Black Ze Lady appeared nervous, even panicked. Though she seemed soft and gentle, her build was indeed tall and strong. Perhaps an unconscious act, Jiang Chen was pulled back to sit on the bed by her.

This time, she was even more proactive. She directly placed Jiang Chen's hand onto her thigh with force.

Jiang Chen could keenly feel the roughness of the stockings, the smoothness of the skin, the elasticity of her thighs, and the coolness of her body temperature.

"Mr. Jiang, any requests you have, you can ask me."

The layers of the world truly divide.

In the world below, it's often heroes charging for love.

Black Ze Lady's gaze became increasingly misty, her eyes poignant, making rejection nearly impossible.

Seeing Jiang Chen remain silent, Black Ze Lady said in a trembling voice, "I really can do anything, please give me a chance, Mr. Jiang."

Japan indeed has a way of conditioning women.

Even if not native-born, living in Japan involves influences.

Black Ze Lady is the example.

Her words and actions could maximize the sense of achievement and conquest a man could feel.

Jiang Boss wasn't quite a gentleman, yet he hadn't sunk to such depths either, not with her husband at the door.

He withdrew his hand.

Black Ze Lady's face, an intertwining of purity and desire, turned pale in an instant, as if she suffered a huge blow. Immediately, she unexpectedly departed from the bedside, kneeling at Jiang Chen's feet.

"If Mr. Jiang leaves, my husband will... Mr. Jiang, I beg you, for the sake of us being compatriots, please stay!"

She knelt down, her head also lowered, forehead resting on the floor.

Though marriage is a personal choice, seeing this scene, Jiang Chen still felt somewhat emotional.

No wonder she was distracted earlier when Xiao Qiao was brought up; she likely yearned for the past.

But life is like this.

There's no turning back.

Everyone needs to face the consequences of their choices.

"Then I'll accompany Lady for a while."

Jiang Chen helped her up.

He had guessed a bit earlier when he saw the bruises on her thigh.

Some men act submissively outside, but at home, they're domineering, responding to displeasure with violence.

The tearful Black Ze Lady, back seated at the bed, with dew hanging on her eyelashes, left Jiang Chen guessing about what she's been through since marrying into Japan. His refusal to harm them surprised her, leaving her bewildered. Subsequently, her pent-up emotions uncontrollably surged forth, perhaps aided by the fact Jiang Boss was a past compatriot…

With all these factors, Black Ze Lady, who no longer even had her surname, and once a goddess to countless men, found it difficult to control her emotions, covering her face as she cried, then unconsciously leaned on Jiang Chen's shoulder.

Jiang Boss was finally a little troubled.

To refuse or not to refuse, that is the question.

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