Sunshine Filled with Thoughts - Chapter 46 - The Best Solution

The scene that day must have been one of the weirdest in the world. Linlin saw Zhaozhao walk in, followed by a blonde beauty, and her heart sank. Looking over at Momo, she noticed that Momo looked perfectly calm, as if she were watching an ordinary person enter the room. In fact, she even smiled and greeted him.

“Zhaozhao is here! Come in and bring your girlfriend too!”

Linlin’s face instantly darkened, and Zhaozhao looked even worse, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. He seemed extremely tense.

An Jinmo maintained his usual laid-back demeanor. He appeared relaxed when Zhaozhao walked in, but his expression changed slightly when the blonde beauty entered the room. Just when the tension was thick, the beauty suddenly lunged forward, wrapping her arms tightly around An Jinmo and shouting, “Honey!!!!”

Linlin and Momo froze in place. An Jinmo’s strange expression made Linlin’s face darken; even though he seemed somewhat adorably silly after his amnesia, it didn’t mean he was completely clueless. He was acting like a fool.

Linlin crossed her arms and waited for the two to finish their displays of affection before expecting An Jinmo to explain. Her mind was quite hazy, and she feared that she might burst out in anger at any moment.

Momo was in the same boat as Linlin, both of them questioning whether all men were incapable of enduring loneliness when two men shared a relationship with the same woman.

Finally, when the embrace ended, the blonde beauty suddenly spoke in articulate Mandarin, “My name is Linda, from the UK. I’m An Jinmo’s cousin! I visited China when I was young, and I always thought An Jinmo was so handsome. He’s still just as charming!”

The glint in Linda’s eyes was dangerously intense, and Linlin felt a surge of wariness. She stepped closer and discreetly tightened her grip on An Jinmo’s hand.

An Jinmo felt pleased that his wife was getting jealous, but he knew the consequences of that jealousy could be dire. If he had known how this would unfold, he would have stirred Linlin’s jealousy even more.

Linda settled onto a bar stool at An Jinmo’s counter, pouring herself a glass of soda. She took a sip while defiantly exchanging glares with Momo, her demeanor both arrogant and provocative.

Linda didn’t elaborate much on her relationship with Zhaozhao. Instead, she leaned in close to Momo and whispered smugly, “Your man isn’t all that technically skilled, so why did you choose someone like him?…”

Momo glared at Zhaozhao after spitting blood. Linda left just as swiftly as she arrived, and as soon as she was gone, the room erupted into chaos. I took An Jinmo upstairs while Momo and Zhaozhao retreated to a guest room downstairs to discuss some matters.

After a flurry of commotion, the living room finally fell silent. Little Yanyan observed the scene transform from chaotic to quiet and suddenly found it boring, so he dashed outside to play.

Once upstairs, Linlin ran over and wrapped her arms around An Jinmo. She bit down hard enough to leave a mark on his shoulder, even through his clothes. It definitely hurt. An Jinmo felt a rush of excitement, both mentally and physically, and just as he was about to pounce on his little wife, Linlin playfully said, “How about we drink a little before we get to it…”

With sultry eyes and a voice that was particularly alluring, An Jinmo was immediately captivated. He felt that even if he were asked to face death right then and there, he wouldn’t hesitate.

The two of them sat on the soft carpet, feeling comfortable. An Jinmo raised his glass and they drank happily together. Linlin kept pouring for An Jinmo until he quickly lost his sense of awareness. Linlin was secretly pleased, but not long after, her smile faded. If she wanted to teach this guy a lesson, she needed to get him onto the bed, and with him in this state, it was going to be tough. After several failed attempts, Linlin felt frustrated and began to chide An Jinmo for his shortcomings.

After an unknown amount of time, a miracle occurred. An Jinmo, hazy and disoriented, managed to stand up and then plopped onto the bed. Linlin instantly felt exhilarated, but she didn’t recognize the smile that crept onto An Jinmo’s lips.

What happened next made An Jinmo wonder just what would unfold. At that moment, Linlin moved beside him and tied his hands to the bedpost, checking the knots several times to ensure they were secure before sneaking off to the bathroom with a mischievous grin.

Linlin had read in a novel that to tease a man, one should make him see something he couldn’t have, so she decided to seduce An Jinmo. She wanted to ensure he could see her but couldn’t have her. Hmph!

She was determined to rile him up and vent the frustration she felt from a woman wrapping her arms around her man, kissing him all over-it was simply unbearable!

Linlin’s shower was quick. She initially intended to use some perfume she had in the cabinet, but when she opened it and sneezed, she decided to forgo it. At that moment, Linlin was wearing a sheer new Victoria’s Secret nightgown, the hem so short it barely concealed what it should.

To any man, Linlin looked incredibly enticing. Even though An Jinmo appeared to have his eyes closed, he had already stolen glances at Linlin as she walked toward him countless times.

After their second encounter and several harmonious nights together, neither of them felt particularly reserved anymore.

Linlin climbed onto the bed to wake An Jinmo. Although he was already awake, upon her calling him, he quickly pretended to be groggy. The thrill of sneaking peeks was so much more exciting than being openly observed.

An Jinmo watched as Linlin slowly lowered the straps of her nightgown and began lifting the already short hem with teasing slowness.

Desire began to envelop An Jinmo’s eyes like a fog. That was precisely the effect Linlin wanted. Biting her lip, she feigned innocence while gradually shedding her clothing, her fingers caressing her skin from her lips down to her body. An Jinmo couldn’t help but tense up, yet with his arms tied to the bedpost, he was utterly powerless to act.

The dim light flickering in his eyes grew more intense, reflecting the rising passion within him. Linlin’s own mischievous intentions were expanding. As she unbuttoned An Jinmo’s shirt and loosened his belt, her movements were made more provocative by the skills she had picked up from watching some films online. She felt a tinge of frustration toward this man who flaunted a mixed-race cousin nearby; if she didn’t teach him a lesson, who knew what kind of women he would attract in the future? It was best to be cautious.

The game between them went on for quite a while, and An Jinmo was nearly driven mad by Linlin’s teasing. There was a lavish feast before him that he could see but not touch, and the sensation was excruciating for any man.

Once Linlin had stripped him of all his clothes and witnessed the changes in his body, she felt satisfied with her allure. She waited for An Jinmo to plead with her, but all he could manage was to glare at her with a flushed face, silent as a mouse.

However, the moment Linlin placed her hand where it was forbidden, An Jinmo could no longer hold back. He growled, “You better give me what I want now, or I’ll make sure you regret it later…”

An Jinmo was feeling incredibly smug in that moment, and Linlin couldn’t contain her anger. She tightened her grip, watching in satisfaction as his face turned a deep shade of red. She quickly got up and dressed, her movements fluid and practiced. Just when An Jinmo thought he might burst from embarrassment, Linlin was already at the door, ready to step out for a glass of water.

However, just as her hand rested on the doorknob, a loud crash came from behind her. She turned to see the bedpost had snapped, and before she could react, An Jinmo yanked her into his arms, still holding onto the rope she had helped him with.

“Baby… enjoy this,” An Jinmo said, his lips curling into a wide, satisfied smile. He looked genuinely happy.

But Linlin’s expression fell in an instant. She knew she was in trouble. She made a desperate attempt to negotiate, “Can we at least get a reprieve?”

“Nothing like swift execution for a little excitement…”

With that, An Jinmo cradled Linlin and laid her on the huge couch by the bed. The only barrier between them was the sheer fabric of Linlin’s nightgown. An Jinmo stroked her body through the material, mocking her in a way reminiscent of how she had teased him earlier. A rush of color flooded Linlin’s cheeks in anger.

The dynamics of intimacy can be quite fascinating, especially in moments like this. An Jinmo wore a captivating smile, his eyes shimmering with a haze of desire. Seeing Linlin’s somewhat naïve expression only fanned the flames of his longing.

They held each other tightly, and An Jinmo knew that Linlin’s earlier teasing had provided him with enough stimulation to move forward. Without hesitation, he ripped away the flimsy garment she wore, his body sinking into hers as they gasped for breath, clinging to each other as if terrified of falling into an endless abyss.

They rocked against one another, expressing their profound love in the most primal way. While An Jinmo had profound feelings for Linlin, her dependence on him stemmed from her recent exploration of intimacy, leading her to crave more.

After several rounds of passionate exploration, they grew tired and decided to soak in the bathtub for a lengthy, relaxing time. When they finally awoke from a blissful nap, Yanyan was already starving, his eyes shining with urgency. Meanwhile, Zhaozhao and Momo had yet to emerge from their room.

It seemed their battle had been even more intense than An Jinmo and Linlin’s. While the latter were deepening their marital bond, Zhaozhao and Momo appeared to be using their intimacy to argue.

The incident of infidelity faded into the background, with Momo returning to the United States shortly after. When she left, she tightly embraced Linlin, crying uncontrollably.

Not long after, Momo sent a video showing her seven months into her pregnancy. Surrounding her was Zhaozhao, babbling sweet words to her belly, appearing both careful and slightly silly. Overall, they looked incredibly happy.

“It’s great that they managed to reconcile…” Linlin remarked, lying in An Jinmo’s arms and watching the joyful couple on screen.

“Yeah, it really is…” An Jinmo replied, choosing not to elaborate further as he held his little wife close. He had always possessed an insight that allowed him to see through things clearly; he could easily perceive their situation and understand what lay beneath the surface.

Their love had developed cracks, yet both of them were intentionally trying to recreate the affectionate moments from their past. However, the scars from their marriage remained. While beautiful memories could temporarily cover them up, the scars would still be there, lurking, and could suddenly be touched, causing a heart-wrenching pain.

With Momo and Zhaozhao back in the States, Linlin and An Jinmo continued their life together as if it were a calm stream.

Time seemed like a long thread, often with unknown knots along its length, blocking paths that left them uncertain about how to move forward. An Jinmo was too immersed in their current life, often forgetting the wounds that existed between them. But did it really matter? The doctor had said that Linlin’s severe injuries made it incredibly difficult for her to regain certain memories.