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"'This feels a little... off.'"

After putting on the bodysuit, Lin Ping twirled in front of the mirror. The more she looked, the more she felt the outfit was a bit too risqué.

This only made the flush on her face grow deeper and more alluring.

If you only looked at the legs, they were common fishnet stockings.

The only difference was the addition of a lifelike butterfly pattern on the thighs.

But further up, the full sexiness of the fishnet bodysuit was on display.

Lin Ping's body was already voluptuous and graceful, and when combined with the bodysuit's tightness, the fine netting pressed into her skin, causing her soft flesh to bulge out slightly between the cords.

The glistening curves at the edges of the netting made it impossible to look away.

This was especially true for her buttocks, which is where the body stores the most fat.

Furthermore, Lin Ping had a full, round, peach-like bottom. Squeezed by the netting, it resembled a plump, delectable fish caught in a net.

Bouncy and succulent.

Add to that the extremely convenient large opening, and it was simply irresistible.

Of course, the most alluring part of this one-piece "python skin" was its seamlessness.

Whenever Lin Ping twisted her waist and hips, her long legs and voluptuous chest, constrained by the bodysuit, would create the visual effect of a writhing python.

Even Lin Ping herself was blushing and growing shy the more she looked, to say nothing of Lin Shen.

'President Lin will definitely love this outfit!'

'I'll give him a surprise then!'

Secretly delighted, Lin Ping quickly threw on a trench coat to hide the beautiful sight.

Then, she picked up her purse and rummaged through her closet, finding a few boxes of "snacks" to stuff inside.

Among them were popping candy, Jell-O, and a carton of yogurt.

As for their purpose... well, you could say they were for eating, just not in the conventional sense.

These were all little tricks Lin Ping had recently learned online. The comments all said that boyfriends loved them.

So, after buying these snacks and bringing them home, she thought about trying them out on Lin Shen.

If it worked well, she would have mastered another way to please Lin Shen, a specialty that would be hers alone.

Once she had her things packed, Lin Ping grabbed her purse and eagerly left home. But just as she opened the door, she ran into Zhao Ya carrying Anan up the stairs.

"You haven't left yet?"

Zhao Ya's gaze swept over Lin Ping, finally settling on her calves.

Although the loose trench coat almost completely covered her body, her exposed calves still revealed what she was wearing underneath.

As a woman, Zhao Ya knew exactly what those sexy fishnet stockings meant.

So she sighed in resignation.

"Go on. I'll take Anan tomorrow."

"Mm."

Lin Ping nodded, embarrassed, her face burning hot.

After all, who wouldn't be ashamed of going to spend the night with a lover right in front of their own mother and daughter?

But Anan was clearly unaware of the situation, asking curiously in her sweet, childish voice.

"Mommy, what are you doing tonight?"

"I'm busy with work."

After calming her restless heart, Lin Ping stepped forward, ruffled Anan's hair, and said apologetically,

"I'm sorry, Anan. Mommy's been busy with work lately and hasn't been able to spend much time with you."

"It's okay, I have Grandma."

Anan hugged Zhao Ya's neck tightly, which delighted her. She smiled lovingly and said,

"Aww! Anan, you're such a good girl. Mommy's busy earning money to buy you toys, so we have to be good, okay?"

"Okay!"

"Mom, you should take Anan inside."

"Okay."

A wave of tenderness washed over Lin Ping as she watched Zhao Ya carry Anan inside and shut the door.

'Happiness really is something you have to fight for with your own two hands.'

'Of course, sometimes you also have to rely on technique.'

Lin Ping pressed her lips together, eagerly took the elevator downstairs, and sent a message to Lin Shen on WeChat.

[Lin Ping: President Lin, I'm downstairs. I'll be there right away.]

[Lin Shen: Mm, no rush. I'm busy. You can drive straight into the complex; I've already spoken to the guards.]

'Busy?'

Lin Ping paused for a moment, assuming Lin Shen was just busy with work. Her heart suddenly filled with concern and affection for him.

'President Lin is so busy. I'll have to serve him well tonight!'

So Lin Ping drove a little faster than usual that night, though that was also partly because the roads were empty.

After all, it was already very late.

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Sunac Binjiang No.1 Courtyard.

It wasn't her first time here, but every time she arrived at the entrance of this magnificent, luxurious complex that resembled an ancient castle, Lin Ping would be deeply awestruck.

The guard saw her license plate and waved her through immediately, without a single question.

And so, Lin Ping drove smoothly into the complex, making her way through the quiet surroundings to the underground parking garage of Building 8.

Upon seeing Lin Shen's Jaguar XFL, Lin Ping would always be reminded of the memories she'd made with him.

This made the corners of her lips curl up involuntarily, her expression becoming incredibly soft and alluring.

She parked her car next to the Jaguar. After getting out, she took off the flats she wore for driving and changed into the pointed-toe, red-soled high heels she had ready in the trunk.

Lin Ping wouldn't overlook a single detail that could affect her overall aura. If she wore this outfit without high heels, it would be like a novel without a proper ending—one that would get flamed for being a total letdown.

After changing her shoes, Lin Ping took a compact mirror and cosmetics from her purse and quickly touched up her exquisite makeup.

After checking herself repeatedly in the mirror and confirming that everything was perfect, she finally trotted over to the elevator and rode it up to the 21st floor.

The units at No.1 Courtyard were designed with a private elevator for each household, so after the doors opened, a short hallway led directly to the apartment's front door.