Cousin Jiao

Ruan

After breakfast, Cheng and I set off on his motorcycle, heading toward the woolen factory where I worked. The morning air was crisp, rushing past us as he navigated the familiar roads. The ride was short, and in less than ten minutes, we arrived outside the factory gates.

As Cheng parked the bike, I felt his hand wrap around mine, his warmth steady and reassuring. "I'll pick you up once you get off work," he said, his voice firm yet gentle.

Before I could respond, his gaze flickered down to my dress. "You always wear such simple clothes." he asked.

I smiled, tilting my head slightly. "Why do you want me to wear different?"

He didn’t answer right away, but his fingers lingered against my palm. "No I just think it is a waste hiding your figure," he finally said, his voice quieter.

Pleased, I leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips before slipping off the bike. "I only want to show my figure to my dear husband. Now go I'll be waiting after work," I murmured, smiling as I took a step back.

As I walked toward the factory entrance, I noticed Jiao standing nearby. Her father was a supervisor at the factory, so she often came to work during holidays to earn some extra money. She caught my eye and waved.

I sighed, already dreading the conversation ahead. If I had my way, I would have walked right past her without a word, but appearances had to be maintained. So, schooling my expression into a pleasant smile, I approached her.

"Cousin Jiao, isn't it a fine morning?" My voice was light, polite—just as it should be.

Jiao turned to me with an easy smile, though there was always something calculating about the way her eyes flickered over me. "Yes, isn't it?" she agreed. Then, almost immediately, she glanced around, scanning the area with barely concealed expectation.

"Did Brother Cheng not come?" she asked, her voice feigning innocence, but I caught the way her lips curled slightly, as if she already knew the answer and was merely playing her part.

A sharp annoyance pricked at me, but I kept my face composed. "No," I said evenly. "He had some work, so he left after dropping me off."

Jiao frowned, tilting her head slightly, as if she found that answer disappointing. "Really? I wanted to have a chat with him about old times," she mused, her tone laced with something that set my teeth on edge.

I twitched, just barely, but **** myself to remain calm. It wasn’t the first time Jiao had brought up Cheng in conversation, and I doubted it would be the last. She always had a reason, always wanted to remind me that she had known him long before I did. But whatever game she thought she was playing, I wasn’t about to let her win.

I turned to her sharply, my voice calm but laced with an edge I didn’t bother to hide. “Cousin Jiao, I shouldn’t say this, but please maintain propriety in front of my husband.” I met her gaze, unflinching. “I know you had a small crush on him before, but now that he is married to me, I hope you can move on.”

For a moment, silence stretched between us, but then Jiao let out a light, almost amused laugh. She tilted her head, her eyes glinting with something unreadable. “Cousin Ruan, aren’t you being a little too protective of your husband?” she mused, her voice sweet but laced with something sharper. “He is not a child.”

I clenched my fists at my sides, my nails digging into my palms. There was no innocence in her words, only a deliberate attempt to needle at me, to test the boundaries of what she could get away with.

I took a deep breath, steadying myself. “Of course he isn’t,” I replied smoothly, forcing my lips into a smile. “That’s precisely why I trust him. But as his wife, I’d appreciate it if others showed the same respect for our marriage.”

Jiao’s smile didn’t falter, but I saw the flicker of something in her expression—annoyance, perhaps. Or maybe satisfaction that she had finally managed to get a reaction out of me.

“Well,” she said airily, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, “I was only joking. You don’t need to get so worked up, Cousin Ruan.”

I gave a short laugh, shaking my head. “Of course. Just like how I’m only giving you a friendly reminder.”

With that, I turned on my heel and walked towards the factory entrance, feeling Jiao’s gaze linger on my back. I knew this wasn’t the end of it—but if she thought I was going to stand by quietly while she played her games, she was sorely mistaken.

Jiao

I kept a strained smile on my face as I watched that bitch Ruan walk toward the factory, swaying her hips like she owned the world. The audacity of her! My hands clenched into fists as I glanced down at my own chest—flat compared to hers. That’s how she trapped Brother Cheng, flaunting those cow tits of hers.

I still remember that evening by the river when I secretly watched him. The sight of his thick, strong arms holding his long member had left me breathless. Even now, just thinking about it made heat pool in my stomach.

I gritted my teeth, rage and jealousy twisting inside me. It should have been me. I should have been the one married to him, not that shameless woman.

I exhaled sharply, forcing my expression back to normal. She needs to be taught a lesson. With that thought, I turned and walked toward the factory, my mind already working on a plan.