NOVEL WEB Chapter 6: Chapter 6: The Widow Wang Ziying
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After his shift, Zhao Yan decided to visit the widow, Wang Ziying. He wanted to rent her apartment, which was conveniently located across from Lin Qing'er's, so he could begin modifying it with the Primary Shelter Modification Module. Since he didn't have Wang Ziying's phone number, Zhao Yan had to go there in person.
As the saying goes, trouble often stirs around a widow's door. Wang Ziying was quite a well-known figure in Zhao Yan's complex, though her reputation wasn't exactly stellar. She'd had a husband previously, but he'd passed away from kidney failure less than two years into their marriage, leaving them with no children. According to the "Auntie Information Hub" of the complex, Wang Ziying was a fox spirit reincarnated, specifically one that drained men of their vitality. While Zhao Yan found this utterly ridiculous, the sight of Wang Ziying's husband, gaunt as a mummy at his death, did lead many to believe the rumors. It was precisely this rumor that deterred most of the men who coveted Wang Ziying's beauty.
Her "beauty" wasn't just about her face; if you only looked at her face, Wang Ziying was perhaps above average. But if you looked further down, Zhao Yan thought Wang Ziying would score at least a nine out of ten. Because Wang Ziying's figure was simply stunning. How to describe it? Like a hyper-proportioned character from a comic book. In short, it was an incredibly perfect figure, and most importantly, it was all-natural, not a product of technology and harsh methods.
Arriving outside Wang Ziying's apartment on the 10th floor of Building 7, Zhao Yan knocked on her door. Soon, a woman's voice answered from within.
"Who is it?"
"It's me, Old Zhao, the gatekeeper."
The door opened, revealing Wang Ziying in a white, silken summer loungewear, with some water stains on it.
[High-score female detected. Overall rating: 8.9 points. Suitable Goddess for collection.]
"Old Man Zhao? Is something wrong?" Wang Ziying asked curiously.
Just as Zhao Yan was about to state his purpose, Wang Ziying spoke first: "Old Man Zhao, you've come at just the right time. The water pipe in my bathroom broke. Can you take a look for me?"
Without waiting for Zhao Yan's agreement, Wang Ziying immediately pulled him inside. Zhao Yan followed her into the bathroom and saw that the pipe joint above the bathtub was leaking continuously.
"No problem, it's probably just a loose joint. Tightening it should fix it. Do you have a wrench or similar tool?" Zhao Yan said after examining the leak.
"Yes, I'll go get it." Wang Ziying turned and left the bathroom.
A moment later, Wang Ziying returned with a toolbox and handed it to Zhao Yan. Zhao Yan opened the toolbox, took out a wrench, and was about to start tightening the joint.
Suddenly, the joint completely detached, and a powerful stream of water sprayed directly at both of them.
"Ah!" Wang Ziying yelped, tumbling directly into Zhao Yan's arms.
"Quick, quick! Turn off the main bathroom valve first!" Zhao Yan urged, one arm around Wang Ziying's waist.
The two struggled in the bathroom for what felt like an eternity before finally managing to shut off the main valve. After that, Zhao Yan used the wrench to reattach the loosened joint.
Once finished, Zhao Yan and Wang Ziying emerged from the bathroom.
"Old Man Zhao, I'm so sorry, you're all wet because of me," Wang Ziying said, a little embarrassed.
"It's fine, no—" At this point, Zhao Yan's eyes were utterly glued to Wang Ziying. Her white silk loungewear was completely soaked, clinging tightly to her body, showcasing her perfect figure in full view.
Too much! Zhao Yan's throat involuntarily bobbed. Wang Ziying also realized her predicament and blushed.
"Oh dear, Old Man Zhao, your clothes are all wet too. I'll get you something to change into. Don't catch a cold." Wang Ziying noticed Zhao Yan was drenched as well and quickly said. Zhao Yan's clothes were also plastered to his nearly 1.8-meter frame, and his subtly developing muscles made him appear rather imposing.
Before stepping into the room to get clothes, Wang Ziying stole a glance at Zhao Yan from the corner of her eye. I never thought Old Man Zhao would look so handsome, Wang Ziying thought to herself.
A moment later, Wang Ziying emerged from the bedroom in a dry loungewear set, holding a women's long cotton bathrobe. "Old Man Zhao, I don't have any men's clothes at home. This bathrobe is a bit large, please make do with it for now." Wang Ziying handed the bathrobe to Zhao Yan.
Zhao Yan took the bathrobe, sniffing a faint clean fragrance on it, his mind wandering.
"Old Man Zhao, hurry and change! I'll wash your wet clothes and then dry them for you," Wang Ziying urged, seeing Zhao Yan in a daze.
"Oh! Oh! Right!"
Zhao Yan tossed the bathrobe onto the nearby sofa and started taking off his clothes. As soon as he pulled off his top, he heard Wang Ziying's sharp gasp.
"Old Man Zhao, what are you doing?! Go into the room to change!" Wang Ziying cried, her face flushed.
Zhao Yan only then realized, quickly mumbling apologies as he turned and entered the adjacent room. Wang Ziying watched Zhao Yan's retreating back, her face fiery red and her heart pounding. She never expected Old Man Zhao, at his age, to maintain such a good physique with such defined muscles.
Being a widow for two years, Wang Ziying, as a normal woman, naturally had her own desires. However, due to her husband's death and the unsavory rumors about her from the complex's "Auntie Information Hub," most men were deterred. There were some lustful, fearless fools who had ideas about Wang Ziying, but she hadn't found one she could tolerate.
Today, seeing Zhao Yan, Wang Ziying felt a tiny, almost imperceptible surge of impulse.
Wang Ziying! What are you thinking?! That's Old Man Zhao!
Wang Ziying lightly slapped her own cheeks a couple of times, trying to clear her head.
A moment later, Zhao Yan emerged, wearing the bathrobe. The bathrobe, which was large for Wang Ziying, was a bit small for the 1.8-meter-tall Zhao Yan. Its hem barely covered his thighs, completely exposing his distinctly muscular calves.
As Zhao Yan came out, Wang Ziying's gaze unintentionally drifted downwards, a blush still on her face.
"Old Man Zhao, give me your wet clothes," Wang Ziying said, stepping forward to take the wet clothes from Zhao Yan's hand. After taking them, she turned and entered the bathroom.
Watching Wang Ziying's retreating figure, Zhao Yan's lips slowly curved into a smile. He had seen everything in Wang Ziying's earlier reaction.
Soon, Wang Ziying emerged from the bathroom. Before Zhao Yan could speak, Wang Ziying asked, "Old Man Zhao, seeing your physique, you must exercise often, right?"
Hearing this, Zhao Yan felt even more confident. When someone starts caring about your physique, it usually means they're interested in you. Especially a widow who had been alone for two years.