Divorced woman with child travels through time

Chen Wenfang slowly dressed the child, casually tied her hair into a bun with a hairpin—it was just a simple bun, the only hairstyle Chen Wenfang knew how to do. The two of them walked out in slippers, not noticing the hole in the window. Chen Xuanyu, being small, couldn't hold his urine and kept urging Chen Wenfang, "Mom, open the door quickly."

The room wasn't very bright, and the back door was even darker. Chen Wenfang had added an iron chain herself, though she hadn't locked it, but it was wrapped around the door. She even made a hole in it. As she dismantled it, Chen Wenfang said, "Don't worry, it'll open soon."

Wang Ximao, who was outside the door, thought to himself that he was lucky he hadn't forced his way in, otherwise he definitely wouldn't have been able to open it.

Chen Wenfang unfastened the chains and removed the bolt. As soon as she opened the door a crack, a strong smell of alcohol wafted out. She hadn't noticed in her haste to open the door, but the cold air mixed with the smell of alcohol hit her as soon as the door opened. Chen Wenfang immediately realized what was happening, reached out to close the door, and shouted sharply, "Who are you?!"

Wang Ximao reacted even faster, sticking one hand through the crack in the door and pushing it open forcefully with the other. He said urgently, "Madam Chen, it's me, Hong Fang. Let me in; I want to talk to you."

Chen Xuanyu reacted quickly, and the little boy also used his hands to brace against the door from below.

Chen Wenfang's door was a single door, and the mother and daughter could barely hold it off when Wang Ximao pushed it open, even with their hands bracing against it. But they definitely wouldn't be able to hold it off for long.

Chen Wenfang said insincerely, "Xi Mao, we can talk outside the door. Take your hand away, or it will get caught in your hand."

Wang Ximao naturally refused, saying, "Then Madam Chen, please let me in. I'll talk inside; it's a bit cold outside."

"How could I possibly let you in?" Chen Wenfang thought to herself. "I'm not stupid."

Seeing that persuasion was not working, Chen Wenfang said gently, "I don't know what you want to say to me, Xi Mao? Look, my son is in a hurry to pee. Why don't you let go and let him go outside to pee?"

Seeing that dragging this out wasn't going to work, and considering he was still quite drunk yesterday, Wang Ximao feigned agreement and said, "Fine, I'll let go then. Let him pee, but you have to let me in after he's done."

Chen Wenfang nodded repeatedly. But Wang Ximao showed no sign of letting go.

Chen Wenfang said angrily, "If you keep doing this, I'll call for help!"

Wang Ximao didn't care that his face had been exposed, and said, "Why bother, Madam Chen? You live in such a remote place, no one will come for a while, and no one will hear you even if you call out. Why not just give in to me, and I'll make sure you're comfortable." His tone was very suggestive.

Chen Xuanyu was small but really wanted to help. Hearing Wang Ximao say those words made him even angrier. He braced himself against the door and even stood on tiptoe, trying to bite the hand that Wang Ximao had reached in.

Seeing that something was wrong, Chen Wenfang hurriedly said, "Zizai, no!"

Before she could finish speaking, Wang Ximao seized the opportunity, grabbing Chen Xuanyu's neck with one hand. Chen Wenfang was terrified and furious, shouting, "You bastard, let go of my son!" Chen Wenfang tried to pry Wang Ximao's hand off, but worried that if she let go, the door would be pushed open. Looking at her son being tightly gripped, her face growing increasingly red, and the door crack widening, Chen Wenfang hesitated for less than a second. She quickly made up her mind: save her son first.

Chen Wenfang immediately said, "Let go of my son, and I'll let you in."

After saying that, he let go of the hand that was holding the door. Wang Ximao saw this and pushed the door open with one hand and came in. He also loosened his grip on Chen Xuanyu's hand. Chen Xuanyu's face was flushed and he was panting heavily.

Seeing that Wang Ximao wouldn't let go, Chen Wenfang said with a charming smile, "Ximao, lock him outside. I understand what you mean."

Chen Wenfang smiled as she looked at Wang Ximao, slowly unbuttoning her clothes, intentionally or unintentionally pulling open her chest first. Seeing Wang Ximao hesitate, she smiled somewhat lewdly and ingratiatingly, "Ximao, I've been through this before. Only I know how I've endured these past years. Come on, let's go to bed... It's not good to watch the child here. Just let him go outside. I promise he won't run away or scream. My son and I can't beat you, can we?"

After saying that, she feigned a lustful yet somewhat defiant attitude and said seductively, "Let me see if you're up to it? If you make me feel good, I'll be with you, okay?"

Wang Ximao couldn't stand her flirtatious behavior any longer, so he released Chen Xuanyu and said, "You better behave yourself and stay outside and listen. If you dare to run around, I'll kill your mother."

Chen Xuanyu looked at his mother, while Chen Wenfang stared at the deep strangulation marks on her son's neck. A flash of coldness crossed her eyes as she thought to herself, "This man can't be allowed to live." But she smiled and said, "Xuanzi, be good. You go out first, and Mom will call you in when it's all over. Don't be afraid."

Chen Xuanyu stared intently at Chen Wenfang, refusing to leave.

Wang Ximao grew impatient, shoved him out, closed the door, and pounced on Chen Wenfang with a lewd grin.

Chen Wenfang didn't dodge, but twisted slightly, rolled over onto the bed, and smiled at him with a seductive look in her eyes, "Take off your clothes, look, your outer clothes are all wet, it won't be comfortable later, right?"

Wang Ximao really found this Chen Niangzi quite attractive. As he took off his clothes, he said with a lewd grin, "I'm taking them off, so what about yours? You take yours off too."

Chen Wenfang didn't move, but lightly touched her collarbone down to her chest with her hand, drawing a circle along her chest. Then she slipped her hand inside her clothes, lifted it up, and swayed it, revealing a shape. With a seductive smile in her eyes and a cold smile on her lips, she said in a tone that was both gentle and full of spring passion, "Of course, my clothes are waiting for you to take them off."