The Plan
Lin Xiulan leans against the sofa armrest, her fingers gently stroking her sleeping son's hair, but her gaze gradually turns profound and icy cold.
The "rich second-generation bait" scheme she had just whispered about with Old Li circles once through her mind before she rejects it herself.
Too risky, and far too easy to see through.
That ex-daughter-in-law named Zhou Xiaowen is no pushover.
Back then, she had Li Ran wrapped around her finger, taking the house, the car, the savings—all awarded to her—and after the divorce, she even dared to post "independent woman" inspirational drivel on her social circle. Her cunning, vigilance, and acting skills far surpass the average person.
If they sent a stranger posing as a "rich second-gen" to approach her, she'd likely uncover his background before the third date, or even turn the tables and set a trap.
So, the only entry point that could catch her off guard—while seeming perfectly reasonable—is "stimulation" itself.
Lin Xiulan suddenly smiles, a faint laugh carrying a gentleness that's almost cruel.
She turns to her husband kneeling beside the sofa and says softly,
"Old Li, scrap that earlier plan. We're switching to a new one."
Li Jianguo looks up, the sweet taste of his son's asshole still lingering on his tongue, his eyes a bit dazed. "Switch... switch to what?"
Lin Xiulan leans down, kisses his forehead like she's soothing an obedient dog, then lowers her voice to a whisper, each word crystal clear:
"You go fish for her."
Li Jianguo stiffens all over.
"Me?"
"Yes, you." Lin Xiulan's fingers trace his cheek, her tone as tender as if coaxing a child. "She knows you—you're Ranran's dad, a honest, retired old man. She has zero defenses against you. In her eyes, you're just a useless geezer, henpecked to death by his wife, with failing bedroom performance. She'd never dream you'd become her "hunter."
Li Jianguo's breathing quickens, a flash of panic in his eyes quickly overtaken by a deeper, twisted excitement.
Lin Xiulan continues, her voice like a serpent's hiss: "She's single now, in her early thirties—the prime time for desperation and proving her allure. Those men she cheated with either paid up and bolted or dumped her once they got bored. What she craves most is "stability" and "security." And you're the perfect "safe bet" in her eyes—docile, obedient, pension-backed, no threat, no clinging... and useless in bed. She'll think a man like you is easy to control."
She pauses, her fingers sliding down to his crotch, giving that limp-yet-stirring cock a gentle squeeze: "So, your job is to play the pitiful old man neglected by his wife for years. 'Bump into' her by chance, then show your "obsession" with her—that repressed, decades-old lust of an old man for a young woman, laced with taboo. Tell her you and Ranran's mom lost feelings ages ago, that you've secretly fancied her all along, and when Ranran married her, you were burning with jealousy..."
Li Jianguo's breaths grow heavier, his cock swelling in her palm.
Lin Xiulan smiles on: "She'll feel disgusted, yet thrilled. Disgusted by the "father-in-law" angle, thrilled by the "taboo" and "conquest." She'll think: This old perv dares to eye-fuck me? Fine, I'll toy with him to death, squeeze out his pension, and satisfy my urges on the side..."
She leans to his ear, whispering: "Then let her have her way, step by step. Give her money, buy her bags and jewelry, book hotel rooms, pretend you're "impotent" so she mocks you, humiliates you... Make her feel she's got you completely under her thumb. Once she's dropped all guards, fully hooked—even bragging to you about how she's playing you—we drop the evidence."
Lin Xiulan's eyes narrow, her voice turning colder: "Full video from the hotel room. Her laughing at your erectile dysfunction, forcing you to lick her, making you wire her money... Calling you "daddy-in-law" while you kneel for oral, her riding your face... Her chat logs bragging to her girlfriends about how "obedient Grandpa Hubby" is... All of it exposed. Ruin her completely—let her parents, her new boyfriend, her colleagues, her entire social circle know she's a filthy slut who seduces her ex-father-in-law and toys with old men."
Li Jianguo trembles all over, his cock throbbing painfully hard. He whispers, "Wife... do I... really have to go?"
Lin Xiulan kisses his lips, slipping her tongue in for a swirl before pulling back, her voice tender yet commanding: "Yes. Old Li, this is your final task for our son. Your chance... to atone. Didn't you always want to be fully replaced by him? Now use your body, your humiliation, your pension to pave his way. Let her think she's won, then smash her into hell."
She kisses his forehead one last time, like stamping approval.
"Remember, you're just a tool. The real avengers are me and Ranran. Just play your role obediently."
Li Jianguo closes his eyes, a faint whimper escaping his throat, but he nods.
Lin Xiulan turns to her sleeping son, gently caressing his face, her gaze so tender it's nearly dripping: "Ranran... Mom and Dad will make that woman pay. Anyone who doesn't love you doesn't deserve to be human."
The gears of revenge have begun to turn silently.