The temptation behind gentleness

Su Fan immediately stopped, and Zhou Jie hurriedly started to straighten her clothes.

Passing by not far away was none other than the mansion's maid, Zhao Ting.

Zhang Haitao was old after all, and often found himself with more desire than strength.

Su Fan and Zhou Jie, on the other hand, could still go at it for eight hundred rounds.

But Zhang Haitao couldn't even last half a round anymore.

"Eh? Where are they?"

After leaving Zhang Haitao's bathroom, Zhao Ting went to look for Su Fan.

But Su Fan, who had been sitting on the bench just a while ago, was nowhere to be seen now.

"Doctor Su? Are you still there?"

Zhao Ting looked around while calling out Su Fan's name.

She was feeling terribly uncomfortable, needing to immediately wash her face and rinse her mouth, as well as take a shower.

Although Zhang Haitao was completely incompetent, he had really upset her.

His scent was left on her face, her neck, even her hair, and her mouth, and even between her breasts.

"Doctor Su..."

Zhao Ting called again, then her shoulder was suddenly patted by Su Fan, who had appeared behind her.

Su Fan's senses had already undergone some changes.

When he saw Zhao Ting, he immediately noticed what was up with her hair.

Su Fan couldn't help but curse in his heart, "Zhang Haitao, that old bastard, leaves me hanging outside while he's off messing with another woman!"

He had thought that Zhang Haitao was really taking a bath!

After having tasted Zhou Jie, Su Fan felt somewhat guilty toward Zhang Haitao.

He had come to ask Zhang Haitao for a favor, but before he could get it sorted, he ended up messing with Zhang Haitao's wife.

"Doctor Su, where have you been?"

"Director Zhang has finished his bath and is waiting for you in the living room. The living room is that way, do you need me to take you there?"

Zhao Ting pointed in a direction, not too far, not too close, where Su Fan could already see Zhang Haitao's figure.

"No need, I can get there by myself."

As Su Fan said this, he walked toward the distant living room.

Zhao Ting heaved a sigh of relief and hurried off to her own quarters.

She needed to take a good bath, as she was even starting to dislike herself at that point.

But as Zhao Ting reached her room, she found her door slowly opening.

A young man, bearing a slight resemblance to Zhang Haitao, waved at her from inside.

This was Zhao Ting's main target in the villa, Zhang Haitao's son from a previous marriage.

Once Zhang Haitao kicked the bucket, Zhang Wen would become the master of this mansion.

Zhao Ting was never a good woman, and in this mansion, Zhang Haitao was not her only lover.

Zhang Haitao's eldest son, Zhang Wen, his second son, Zhang Wu, and she were all involved.

Even the gatekeeper, Li Qiang, occasionally received a treat from her.

It was only in this way that, upon Zhang Haitao's passing, she could become the mistress of the house.

As Zhao Ting approached the door, Zhang Wen, who had been waiting for a while, quickly pulled her inside.

Zhao Ting initially thought that only Zhang Wen was in her room.

But as she entered, she saw Zhang Wu sitting on the couch, staring at her as though ready to devour her.

Zhao Ting couldn't help but feel a bit desperate, "What the heck is this situation?"

Just finished serving the father, and now she had to deal with two sons!

In the mansion's living room, neither Su Fan nor Zhang Haitao knew what Zhao Ting was going through.

Su Fan had already sat down opposite Zhang Haitao, cutting straight to the point.

"Director Zhang, why did you ask me over?"