Stunning Dragon Wife

Upon hearing Su Zhengjun's words, Lin Qiao immediately shook her head in embarrassment.

"I'm not worthy of Miracle Doctor Zhang, and I already have a husband."

"I..."

Lin Qiao wanted to say something more, but Su Zhengjun interrupted her.

When investigating the reason for the conflict between Zhang Xiaoshan and Xu Yi, Su Zhengjun had noticed Lin Qiao and had also looked into her background.

Su Zhengjun certainly knew about Lin Qiao's situation.

"This is an opportunity you might only encounter once in a lifetime."

"For some men, a ripe peach is much more appealing than a green one."

"You should consider it carefully."

After saying this, Su Zhengjun left, leaving Lin Qiao in deep struggle.

In the royal suite, Zhang Xiaoshan finished his shower and changed into clean clothes.

Then, the doorbell of his room rang.

Zhang Xiaoshan opened the door and saw the charming Lin Qiao.

With this exquisite beauty, Zhang Xiaoshan also felt a bit of temptation in his heart.

"Anything you need?"

Zhang Xiaoshan asked curiously, not knowing why she was knocking at his door.

"I..."

"You..."

Lin Qiao hesitated for a long time, still lacking the courage to speak the matter.

Zhang Xiaoshan glanced at her suspiciously and saw the wedding ring on her finger.

Seeing Zhang Xiaoshan's gaze, Lin Qiao immediately hid the ring, like a cat caught by the tail.

Zhang Xiaoshan couldn't help frowning and said:

"If there's nothing else, I'll rest now."

With that, he prepared to close the door.

But before he could close it, a fair leg blocked the door.

At this moment, Lin Qiao gathered her courage and said:

"It's too late today, can you take me home?"

Zhang Xiaoshan thought it was something serious.

Hearing it was such a small matter, he casually nodded in agreement.

"Let's go."

The two quickly left the Su Mansion and headed to Lin Qiao's place.

Lin Qiao's living conditions were evidently poor.

She lived in a remote area, where the surroundings were dirty and messy.

It appeared to be an old neighborhood soon to be demolished.

The surrounding walls had characters for demolition circled in red.

After escorting Lin Qiao downstairs, Zhang Xiaoshan was ready to return and rest.

"I'll leave you here, I'm heading back."

After Zhang Xiaoshan finished speaking, he turned to return to the Su Mansion.

But just then, a soft body suddenly hugged him from behind.

Lin Qiao, blushing and hesitant, spoke:

"Zhang... Zhang Miracle Doctor, do you desire me?"

"Yes!"

Zhang Xiaoshan's response was straightforward and crisp.

He wasn't someone who hid his feelings, nor did he conceal his normal desires.

He naturally wanted to possess beautiful things.

However, he never used his power or influence to grab anything.

Of course, he wouldn't refuse someone like Lin Qiao who came to offer herself actively.

"Then, let's go upstairs."

Lin Qiao said with a slightly trembling voice.

"Okay."

Zhang Xiaoshan nodded, then went upstairs with Lin Qiao.

Along the way, Lin Qiao's heart was racing, her body trembling slightly.

Zhang Xiaoshan followed her, soon reaching a small, old apartment.

It was an old one-bedroom, one-living-room, one-bathroom apartment.

Even though they'd sprayed air freshener, there was still a mixed smell of medicine and mold in the room.

Lin Qiao opened the door to the small bedroom, where there were barely enough space for a big and small bed.

A terminally ill middle-aged man and a seven or eight-year-old girl were sleeping soundly on the bed.

Taking a glance at her sleeping husband and daughter, Lin Qiao made up her mind to make sacrifices for her husband and daughter!

She went to the sofa in the living room and said to Zhang Xiaoshan in a low voice, avoiding his gaze:

"Miracle Doctor Zhang, is it okay on the sofa?"

"Do you want it from the front or the back?"

Hearing this, a wicked fire ignited in Zhang Xiaoshan's heart.

He had many women and had been with many women.

But he had never been involved with a woman in such an environment, in someone else's home.

Thinking of Lin Qiao's husband through a wall, the wicked fire in his heart burned even more fiercely.

He could even imagine, for her family and this job.

This charming, mature woman in front of him would try her best to give everything for him, letting him take whatever he wanted.

Images of soft whispers and moans flashed through his mind.

"Clang!"

But just then, there was the sound of a cup falling in the bedroom.

A very weak voice came from the room:

"Wife, do we have a guest at home?"