A buzz went through Lu Chengfeng's head.
How the fuck was I supposed to know what kind of underwear Lu Songwen liked?
Lu Chengfeng had no choice but to brace himself, head to the master bedroom on the second floor, and open Wen Lanlan's closet.
A dazzling array of high-end lingerie assailed his senses.
Carrying a faint, fresh fragrance...
Blue, purple, pink, black...
Traditional, front-clasp, sheer...
At least twenty different styles of expensive lingerie!
How the fing hell was he supposed to figure out which one Mr. Impotent liked?
"Songwen, what are you doing? Have you found it yet?" Wen Lanlan's voice called impatiently from the bathroom.
"Almost, almost," Lu Chengfeng replied, stalling.
In the end, Lu Chengfeng chose a pink lace set.
"Here you go."
Lu Chengfeng pushed the bathroom door open without a hint of hesitation.
For an old married couple, being shy and timid just wouldn't be right.
But as Mr. Impotent, staring intently at Wen Lanlan wasn't right either.
So Lu Chengfeng kept his gaze calm, looking at Wen Lanlan's stunning, flawless body as if he were looking at another man, feigning complete indifference.
In reality, a fire was already raging inside him.
Wen Lanlan's beautiful eyes, however, were fixed on the lingerie in Lu Chengfeng's hands.
"You grabbed the wrong one."
Wen Lanlan stared straight at Lu Chengfeng.
"You never used to like me wearing this one."
"What's gotten into you? Something feels off!"
Suspicion clouded Wen Lanlan's eyes.
Lu Chengfeng said, "But this is your favorite one. I think you should wear what you want."
Only then did the suspicion in Wen Lanlan's eyes vanish, replaced by a soft smile. "Well, well, you've gotten so sweet with your words. Now get out."
Wen Lanlan took the lingerie and, bending her slender waist, began to put it on.
Lu Chengfeng breathed an inward sigh of relief.
Just now, among all the items, Lu Chengfeng had noticed that the pink set showed the most wear and was placed where it was easiest to grab.
That most likely meant Wen Lanlan wore this one the most often.
A lucky guess!
Since women take a long time to dry their hair and do their skincare after a shower, Lu Chengfeng had plenty of time to search the second floor.
Not a single strand of hair!
Not a single corner!
Not until he had completely wiped away every trace of Lu Songwen's biological presence from the house!
But while checking one of Lu Songwen's rarely used leather bags, Lu Chengfeng was shocked to discover a tiny potassium cyanide capsule, small enough to be hidden in the mouth, tucked away in the innermost pocket.
Lu Chengfeng froze...
Usually, only people in intelligence circles would hide such a micro-capsule.
Hidden in the mouth, to be used for a timely suicide to prevent breaking under interrogation and revealing secrets.
Why would Lu Songwen, a mob boss, be hiding this?
Could it be that he wanted a painless way to commit suicide at any moment?
For a man like Lu Songwen—cowardly, incompetent, and constantly bullied by other bosses—that reason seemed plausible.
But the naturally perceptive Lu Chengfeng still felt a sliver of doubt about Lu Songwen's true identity...
Just then, Wen Lanlan finished getting ready and walked out of the bathroom.
"Songwen, come downstairs and have a drink with me."
"Oh."
Lu Chengfeng could only quickly put the cyanide capsule back where he found it and head downstairs.
Wen Lanlan was sitting on the high-end leather sofa, a glass of red wine in her hand.
A pristine white towel was wrapped around her curvaceous figure.
Her smooth legs were crossed.
The curve of her fair thighs was incredibly alluring.
Her beautiful eyes watched Lu Chengfeng quietly.
In that instant, the room was exceptionally quiet.
The only thing left was Wen Lanlan's intoxicating scent, seeping straight into his mind.
"Why... why are you looking at me like that?"
It would be a lie to say Lu Chengfeng wasn't the least bit flustered.
After all, he hadn't completely dispelled Wen Lanlan's suspicions about him.
Wen Lanlan didn't speak, merely watching Lu Chengfeng in silence.
The change in this "husband" of hers was too drastic!
Tonight, he had first ruthlessly killed A Lun, then followed up by using crafty, brutal force to make that fried dough stick Zhang Yongguang submit!
This was nothing like his old style or capabilities!
It was as if he were a completely different person!
"Have a drink with me. I can't sleep unless I have one before bed," Wen Lanlan said softly.
"Alright!"
Lu Chengfeng poured himself a glass of red wine as well and clinked glasses with Wen Lanlan.
Wen Lanlan's beautiful eyes remained on Lu Chengfeng, pensive and silent.
Lu Chengfeng was even more determined not to speak.
After all, the more he said, the greater the chance of exposing himself.
"I don't want any more. Let's get to bed early," Lu Chengfeng said after a while, finishing the wine in his glass.
"Then carry me to bed," Wen Lanlan said, putting down her glass, her expression unreadable.
"Okay."
Lu Chengfeng walked over to Wen Lanlan. He placed his left hand on her delicate, sculpted shoulder and slid his right arm under her legs, lifting her into his arms.
Wen Lanlan's smooth right arm naturally draped around Lu Chengfeng's neck.
The warm scent of her hair brushed past his nose, the intoxicating perfume filled his nostrils, and the feel of her full body...
...was enough to stir anyone's soul.
A moment later, Lu Chengfeng carried Wen Lanlan to the large bed on the second floor.
Above the headboard hung Lu Songwen and Wen Lanlan's wedding photo.
Lu Chengfeng gently placed Wen Lanlan on the bed and prepared to leave.
Wen Lanlan suddenly asked, "Aren't you going to sleep with me?"
Lu Chengfeng replied, "But we've always slept in separate rooms, haven't we?"
While showering that evening, Lu Chengfeng could tell by the sounds in the bathroom that Wen Lanlan had fetched his underwear from a different bedroom.
When he had gone to the master bedroom to get her underwear later, he noticed that the massive closet didn't contain a single piece of Lu Songwen's clothing.
It meant Lu Songwen didn't normally sleep in the master bedroom.
Sure enough, Wen Lanlan said, "Fine, you don't have to sleep with me. But give me a massage. You're not good for much else, but you do have a good technique."
Lu Chengfeng smiled to himself. He knew there was nothing wrong with Wen Lanlan's request.
Because while he was searching earlier, Lu Chengfeng had found a half-used bottle of rose massage oil in the nightstand.
A boss's wife like Wen Lanlan would never let one of the underlings massage her so casually.
And there were no maids in the house.
The only explanation was that Lu Songwen usually gave her massages.
And during his time undercover in the drug cartel, Lu Chengfeng had seen all kinds of massage scenes and techniques.
This was child's play for him.
"Should I use the oil?"
Lu Chengfeng pretended it was the most natural thing in the world as he opened the nightstand and took out the half-empty bottle of oil.
Wen Lanlan replied, "Mhm."
With that, she rolled over and lay on her stomach.
From behind, Lu Chengfeng quietly gazed at the voluptuous body wrapped in the towel...
Then, he reached out and lifted the towel...
Proofreader: Peter Pan