68. Extra 2: Engorged Breasts

The name Jiang Heng was given by Lin Xudong.

From the moment he was suspended and under investigation, he would often flip through a dictionary in his free time, choosing several names for boys and girls. Lin Xingzi gave birth to a son, and finally, he settled on the character ‘Heng’.

Heng, a rare and precious beautiful jade.

When he was three months old, Jiang Yan bought a Golden Retriever.

Because Lin Xingzi gave birth to Jiang Heng on the twelfth, the Golden Retriever was named: Twelve.

The child grew day by day, and the dog grew too, often teaming up to cause trouble.

Half an hour before getting off work, Jiang Yan received a call from the nanny at home. Erhu, seeing him smile, became curious and casually asked a question.

“Brother Jiang, what are you smiling about?”

“There’s a fight at home.”

Erhu immediately perked up. “Who’s fighting whom?”

Jiang Yan sighed, sounding helpless, yet with an uncontrollable smile in his eyes. “My wife and my son.”

“...”

This ‘dog food’ was clearly self-inflicted by Erhu. Jiang Yan actually rarely mentioned Lin Xingzi and the child outside. There was no wedding banquet, and the little one’s first birthday wasn’t celebrated grandly. He wore his wedding ring close to him, and new colleagues didn’t even know he was married.

Jiang Yan finished his last bit of work and returned home. One person and one dog were sitting on the living room rug watching cartoons. The nanny pointed to the study, telling him Lin Xingzi was inside.

After one episode of the cartoon finished, little Jiang, holding the remote control, wobbled towards his leg, trying to climb onto him.

“Is Mommy angry?”

Little Jiang nodded.

“Little rascal,” Jiang Yan picked his son up with one hand. He loved playing like this; the boy wasn’t scared at all and giggled. “How could you bully my wife?”

“My wifey,” at one year old, it was the language explosion period, learning whatever he heard.

Jiang Yan was exasperated but amused. He unpacked the building block toy he brought back for him. “Play here by yourself.”

“Thank you, Daddy!”

“Mm, you’re welcome. I’ll come back to beat you up in a bit.”

The nanny watched. Jiang Yan changed his clothes and went to the study. Lin Xingzi sat in front of the computer, sulking, not even looking at him.

Jiang Yan was already skilled at handling such situations. Ever since Jiang Heng learned to walk and babble, it happened every few days at home, a true case of practice making perfect.

“Move, don’t touch me,” Lin Xingzi was still angry. Ten minutes ago, her assistant had been severely scolded for not clearly explaining how to recover a file. Now it was Jiang Yan’s turn.

“Your son deleted three days’ worth of my work. I need it tomorrow. I just turned around to answer a call, and he deleted it! Deleted it! And he laughed after deleting it.”

That call had been a bit long, and the nanny hadn’t noticed. Jiang Heng had climbed to the computer and treated it like a toy, pressing random buttons. By the time Lin Xingzi noticed, it was too late.

Her son, wearing a diaper, ran around the house, and the Golden Retriever protected him, jumping on Lin Xingzi.

She couldn’t hit him, and scolding him wouldn’t be understood. The more Lin Xingzi thought about it, the angrier she got, the barely suppressed rage flaring up again. “I’m literally fuming.”

“I’ll make him face the wall tonight,” Jiang Yan smoothly agreed. While Lin Xingzi was in a fit of anger, he picked her up. He sat in the soft chair, and she sat on his lap. “Let me see if the files can be recovered.”

“If you can’t recover them, you’ll sleep in the living room tonight.”

Then they absolutely had to be recovered.

Jiang Yan was proficient in computers. He recovered the files in less than five minutes. Lin Xingzi checked them, and her expression finally cleared.

During dinner, little Jiang wanted his mother to feed him. He could eat by himself; he was just taking advantage of his cuteness to act spoiled. Lin Xingzi turned her head. “Hmph, I’m ignoring you.”

He was a picky eater and wanted milk after only a few bites.

Jiang Yan went to the kitchen to prepare formula. “After you finish this bottle of milk, go face the wall and reflect.”

The child didn’t understand, thinking his father was playing with him, and nodded vigorously in cooperation. “Roar!”

Lin Xingzi couldn’t help but let out a giggle.

Jiang Heng saw her laugh and immediately rubbed against her, smearing all the oil from his hands onto her chest.

Jiang Yan bathed his son. It was almost 10 PM when he finished tidying up. Lin Xingzi was in the bathroom, the door not fully closed, a dim light spilling out. Jiang Yan glanced inside, his Adam’s apple bobbing.

His son had started weaning a week ago, only drinking formula. Lin Xingzi’s breasts were somewhat painfully engorged. After applying a hot towel for a while, she still felt uncomfortable.

The man pressed close from behind.

Before Jiang Heng was born, his hand fit just right. Now, when he cupped them, they were full and stretched.

“Uncomfortable?”

“...Mm.”

The bedroom heater was on high. Lin Xingzi, after showering, wore only a thin nightgown. Her chest was full, and the mirror reflected the shape and movements of the man’s hands.

Her shoulder strap slipped to her elbow, revealing a large expanse of fair skin. A small rosy nipple was between his fingers, slowly, hardening.

“The doctor said,” in the deep silence of the night, their breaths intertwined in faint whispers, his voice, lower than usual, sounded alluring.

“If they’re really uncomfortably engorged, express the milk. You’ll feel better.”

“Then you...”

Lin Xingzi wanted him to leave, but he intentionally misinterpreted her meaning before she could finish. “Okay, I’ll help you.”

She was held and sat on the marble sink counter.

The man parted her legs, taking a half-step forward, standing between her thighs.

Lin Xingzi rested one hand on the man’s shoulder, the other propping herself on the marble counter.

His kisses traveled down her neck inch by inch, lingering and circling around her breasts. The man’s breath brushed against her skin, making Lin Xingzi itch with desire. Just as she was about to speak, her nipple was enveloped by his tongue in a warm, wet mouth.

The man’s head was buried in her chest, his short hair pricking her a little. Her fingers tangled in his dark hair, pulling, wanting to push him away, but he suddenly sucked hard.

The bathroom was quiet, and even the slightest sensation was amplified.

“Mm...” Lin Xingzi bit her lower lip tightly, her face flushed as if stained by the evening glow.

Sweet, fragrant milk spurted out in streams, filling Jiang Yan’s mouth.

Lin Xingzi seemed to hear his swallowing.