Chapter 90: Chapter 89 The Charming Widow
Zhang Hao hesitated for two seconds, feeling that something was amiss about the situation, as a consultation wouldn’t take that long.
Even with Chinese medicine, the treatment would at most take two to three hours.
One night... what was he supposed to do?
But the driver remained tight-lipped, and there was a slightly eerie atmosphere inside the car, but since he was here, he might as well go with it.
"Okay, thank you for your trouble!"
After getting out of the car, Zhang Hao arrived at the door, and just as he was about to ring the doorbell, he found that the door was already open.
Yet Zhang Hao still pressed the doorbell, it chimed once, and he pushed the door open and entered.
Inside the villa, the décor was exquisite, what caught his eye the most was the huge nude portrait on the landing of the staircase facing the main entrance!
The nude woman had her eyes closed, loosely draped with a white blanket over her waist, her voluptuous body was not of the thin type.
Her skin shone like the luster of pearls; it appeared the artist was quite fond of this model.
He was so captivated that he didn’t even notice a woman descending the stairs from the side.
It wasn’t until the woman coughed twice that Zhang Hao was snapped out of his reverie.
"Doctor Zhang, you’re quite a difficult man to invite!"
Zhang Hao followed the sound and then saw the woman.
The woman appeared to be in her thirties, with striking features, impeccable makeup, and slightly curled hair that added to her allure.
She wore a wine-red gown that cascaded down to her feet like water, outlining her curvaceous figure.
"Are you Mrs. Qian?"
The woman smiled and descended the stairs gracefully, not seeming like someone who was tormented by illness at all.
"Mrs. Qian, you’ve asked for me several times; what is it that you want? I’m just an ordinary physician."
Mrs. Qian approached Zhang Hao, her eyes brimming with undisguised desire.
"Of course, it’s to treat my illness. As a physician, you should have a benevolent heart."
After speaking, Mrs. Qian twisted her body toward the European-style sofa in the living room, but instead of sitting down, she leaned against the back of the sofa.
She bent her upper body forward, making her rounded buttocks the most captivating feature.
"Doctor Zhang, aren’t you curious about how I got your contact information?"
Zhang Hao was indeed curious, and he also wanted to know if he’d be able to return home that evening.
"Gu Yue, she’s a good friend of mine. That girl said you were skillful, and I had to try for myself!"
Zhang Hao, still standing by the door, thought there would be some incredible story behind it, but was it really this simple?
Turning around, he closed the door, then moved behind Mrs. Qian, with only ten centimeters separating them!
With just a slight forward lean, he could touch her round, perky behind.
However, since she referred to herself as Mrs. Qian, a married woman was off-limits.
"Mrs. Qian, I’m a doctor, here to heal and save, not to relieve the loneliness of a married woman. You’ve got the wrong person!"
Upon hearing what Zhang Hao said, Mrs. Qian immediately turned around.
Her plump arms wrapped around Zhang Hao’s neck, and she pressed her body forward.
"Who told you I was a married woman? Didn’t my driver inform you on the way here that I am in fact a charming widow?"
Zhang Hao shook his head, "On the way here, my only concern was where Mrs. Qian felt unwell. Your personal affairs are none of my responsibility."
Mrs. Qian’s eyes drifted playfully as she gently scratched Zhang Hao’s nape with her well-manicured nails.
"Let me tell you, my husband passed away six months ago. When we got married, he was already half-buried in the yellow earth."
"I have no children, and I took care of his funeral arrangements thoroughly, while also inheriting all of his wealth."
"That’s why I still carry his surname and call myself Mrs. Qian."
After saying this, Mrs. Qian took the initiative to offer herself, but Zhang Hao still pushed her away.
"Mrs. Qian, you have many ways to deal with your loneliness, but I do not appreciate being coerced."
"Since you aren’t feeling unwell, I should be going now. There’s no need to trouble your driver to send me off."
Zhang Hao said this, took two steps back, then turned and walked away.
Mrs. Qian followed him two steps, then stopped, biting her delicate red nails, deep in thought.
As soon as Zhang Hao left, Mrs. Qian’s driver came in. "Madam, why did he leave?"
Mrs. Qian glanced at the driver. "Go, close the door."
The driver, puzzled, still complied with Mrs. Qian’s order and ran to close the door.
No sooner had the door closed than the driver realized what was happening.
Mrs. Qian had already slipped the straps of her long dress off her shoulders.
The driver turned around only to see the dress sliding from her shoulders to the floor.
At that moment, Mrs. Qian was completely naked, and the driver quickly covered his eyes with his hands.
"Madam, what are you doing?" he asked.
Mrs. Qian placed one hand on her hip and let the other hang by her crotch.
"Since Doctor Zhang has left, you can take advantage then. Take your hands down and look at me."
The driver dared not disobey Mrs. Qian’s command. He took his hands down, his eyes wide open.
"Do I look good? Do you think my breasts are sagging? Is my butt shriveled up, and has another layer of flesh appeared on my stomach?"
The driver’s throat bobbed, parchedly thirsty though he wasn’t thirsty at all.
"No... no, Madam, your figure is very good," the driver answered.
"If my figure is good, then why wasn’t Doctor Zhang attracted to me?"
"It seems it’s not good enough. What are you standing there for? Don’t you know what to do next?"
After all, Mrs. Qian was only thirty-two this year, in the prime of her life.
Initially, for the sake of money, she had married a man in his seventies.
That septuagenarian had little vigor left, and he passed away just three years after their marriage.
With a large fortune so easily inherited by her, the old man had not wanted his wealth to simply fall into the hands of another man.
So he wrote a clause in the will. Mrs. Qian must not remarry, or else she would forfeit her right to inherit.
But besides that clause, there were no restrictions against having temporary boyfriends.
The driver approached Mrs. Qian and scooped her into his arms.
But Mrs. Qian did not want to go back to the bedroom.
"Right here, don’t draw the curtains. I’m yours tonight, how about that?"
Without a word, the driver pressed Mrs. Qian against the back of the sofa and moved behind her.
Up until now, Mrs. Qian had always maintained an image of elegance and dignity.
She had never imagined she would reveal such a side of herself.
The driver stroked his own member a few times.
Perhaps it was the adrenaline or the male hormones at work,
but his junior swiftly responded to the stimulation.
Yet when his hand reached between Mrs. Qian’s legs, he found no moisture there at all.
Going in dry like this would be rough, so the driver crouched down, spread Mrs. Qian’s cheeks, and brought his face close.
Deprived of affection for so long, Mrs. Qian could hardly handle such stimulation!
"Don’t... don’t lick... it’s so ticklish, stop... stop sucking on me."
After a period of intense stimulation, Mrs. Qian’s body finally responded.
The driver reluctantly withdrew from that fleshy pearl and inserted his fingers.
Just the touch of fingers was enough to make Mrs. Qian lose control.
