The Clubhouse Trap
The third date is set for Friday evening at a high-end private club on the city's outskirts. The setting is serene, with secluded private booths featuring floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the night view of an artificial lake—perfect for "heart-to-heart talks," yet intimate enough for privacy.
Li Jianguo arrives early to reserve the table, following Lin Xiulan's instructions to order Zhou Xiaowen's favorite dishes: abalone-braised sea cucumbers, black truffle-baked lobster, crab roe lava buns, and a bottle of '82 Lafite. The price is exorbitantly high without seeming like ostentatious flaunting of wealth, perfectly fitting the suspicious persona of a "honest retired old man who suddenly has money."
Back home, Lin Xiulan sits in front of her computer, the screen linked to real-time surveillance cameras tucked in the club's corners. Old Li's phone is on an open voice call too, the audio so clear she can hear his breathing.
She's prepared a complete script for her husband, down to the pauses, tone, and even eye directions.
Li Jianguo arrives at six-thirty, wearing the new deep-gray suit Lin Xiulan bought him. His hair is neatly combed, his face lightly made up to cover age spots—he looks a decade younger and more spirited than usual.
He sits in the booth, palms sweating. His earpiece crackles with his wife's voice:
"Old Li, relax. Remember, you're a pitiful old man neglected by your wife for years, now smitten with your ex-daughter-in-law. Keep your eyes evasive, but sneak peeks now and then. Stutter when you speak, like you want to say it but can't bring yourself to. Make her think she's got you hooked, but you're too scared to cross the line."
At seven sharp, Zhou Xiaowen appears.
She's dressed to kill today: a wine-red velvet halter gown with a thigh-high slit that teases with every step, a deep V-neck plunging nearly to her navel. A delicate diamond chain necklace graces her throat, swinging pearl earrings dangle from her ears—the whole look radiates a mature woman's lethal allure.
She bursts in with a smile, throwing her arms around Li Jianguo's, deliberately pressing her breasts against him with a rub:
"Dad~ You look so handsome today! That suit... it's got my heart racing."
Following the script, Li Jianguo's face flushes crimson. He stammers:
"Xiaowen... you... don't say that... Dad's... Dad's old... how could..."
His eyes dart away in panic, but "accidentally" graze the deep cleavage before snapping away. Fine sweat beads on his forehead.
Zhou Xiaowen sneers inwardly: Old fart, playing it so convincingly... but those eyes have already sold you out...
She pulls him to sit, leaning her body deliberately toward him, her leg pressing against his, the slit in her skirt revealing most of a snow-white thigh. She picks up a crab roe bun, brings it to her lips, her voice syrupy sweet:
"Dad, open up~ Let me... chew it soft in my mouth and feed it to you... See if it's tasty?"
She takes the food in her mouth, chews it, then with a lewd gaze, passes it mouth-to-mouth.
In the earpiece, Lin Xiulan's voice cuts cold:
"Swallow it, then say: Xiaowen... you feeding Dad... Dad's so touched... Dad's never been this happy... in his whole life."
Li Jianguo opens his mouth and eats, swallowing before murmuring low:
"Xiaowen... you feeding Dad... Dad's so touched... Dad's never been this happy... in his whole life..."
Zhou Xiaowen smiles sweeter, her hand "accidentally" sliding onto his thigh, fingertips lightly stroking:
"Dad, don't say that... I'm happy to keep you company too... You know? After the divorce, I'm all alone... so lonely... Sometimes I think of you... You were always so good to me... I actually... always relied on you a lot..."
She emphasizes "relied" heavily, her eyes laced with provocation.
In the earpiece, Lin Xiulan snickers coldly:
"Old Li, sigh. Deliver the key line. Make your voice shake, like years of pent-up desire bursting out."
Li Jianguo draws a deep breath, voice quivering:
"Xiaowen... Dad actually... always... secretly liked you... Back when Ran married you... Dad watching you in your wedding dress... Dad's heart... ached like hell... Dad thought... if it was you and Dad... would Dad... love you more... cherish you more..."
He pauses deliberately, eyes reddening like a dirty old man too timid to confess.
Zhou Xiaowen's pulse quickens, but she feigns shock and shy delight. She leans fully into him, breasts against his arm, voice hushed and trembling:
"Dad... You... you really... feel that way about me?"
Her fingers trail up the inside of his thigh, brushing his crotch—feeling the thing half-hard already.
She laughs wildly inside: Old perv, got hard after all... The father-in-law taboo thrill works on him... Tonight, I'll reel him in completely... get him to hand over his bank card PIN too...
In the earpiece, Lin Xiulan's voice ices over:
Let her touch. Act like you want to refuse but can't bear to. Say the line as planned.
Li Jianguo's body stiffens, but he doesn't shift his legs.
His voice trembles:
"Xiaowen... Dad... Dad's sorry to Ran... but Dad... can't control himself... You're... too beautiful... Dad... Dad wants... to hold you..."
Zhou Xiaowen's eyes gleam predatorily.
She stands abruptly, circles behind him, hugs from the back—breasts against his back, chin on his shoulder, voice hissing like a serpent:
"Dad... don't be scared... I... I want you to hold me too... We'll keep it secret... no one will know... okay?"
One hand slips into his shirt, caressing his chest; the other dives down, gripping the half-hard shaft through his pants, stroking gently.
Li Jianguo trembles all over. In the earpiece, Lin Xiulan's voice stays calm:
Old Li, don't cum. Let her play, but don't let her win too quick. Act reluctant but addicted.
Li Jianguo's voice quavers:
"Xiaowen... Dad... Dad's scared Ran will find out... Dad... Dad's Ran's dad... this... ain't right..."
Zhou Xiaowen laughs more seductively, hand unrelenting:
"Dad... Ran won't know... we'll be sneaky... Dad... touch me... down there... I'm... already wet... all because of you..."
She grabs his hand, pressing it under her skirt.
In the earpiece, Lin Xiulan coolly instructs:
"Old Li, touch her, but not too eagerly. Make her think she's enchanted you, but your conscience is gnawing—make her crave conquering you more."
Li Jianguo's fingers brush the hot wetness between her legs; his body jolts. Per script, his voice cracks like he's crying:
"Xiaowen... Dad... Dad's sorry to Ran... Dad... shouldn't... but Dad... really can't help it... You're... too tempting..."
Zhou Xiaowen unleashes fully. She straddles his lap, skirt hiked up, breasts against his chest, whispering like a devil:
"Dad... stop holding back... Tonight... let's go to a hotel... Dad... however you wanna play me... I'm all yours..."
Li Jianguo's body goes rigid, but he doesn't push her off.
In the earpiece, Lin Xiulan's voice is serene yet laced with murder:
"Old Li, agree. She's suggesting the room herself... Now take her to the hotel we've prepped... HD cameras are in place."
Li Jianguo murmurs low:
"Okay... Xiaowen... Dad... Dad'll take you... Tonight... we'll... have a good talk..."
Zhou Xiaowen grins like a triumphant vixen.
She has no idea—this entire date has been under Lin Xiulan's total control from start to finish.