ONS with Ex-Husband's Uncle on Second Day of Divorce

The hotel room was bathed in ambiguous light.

The man and woman embracing on the bed had just experienced a passionate encounter.

After a moment of tingling numbness, Lu Yinfeng snapped to a sober state.

She rolled out of bed and haphazardly wrapped her body in a bath towel, squinting as she scrutinized the well-built man on the bed.

His hair was a disheveled mess, and his long body was covered in finely sculpted muscles that glistened under the light.

Although Lu Yinfeng's head was spinning, the more she looked at the man, the more familiar he seemed...

"Little... Little Uncle!" Lu Yinfeng suddenly exclaimed.

By now, Lu Yinfeng was completely sober.

She remembered that after divorcing Mo Qianyan, feeling distressed, she went to a bar owned by a friend to drown her sorrows in alcohol. She had no idea how much she drank before she was hazily taken away by a man.

"Little Uncle, let's pretend that nothing happened today," Lu Yinfeng said, even more panicked as she picked up her clothes from the floor and slipped them on.

She had a narrow escape! She had actually slept with her ex-husband's Little Uncle!

Mo Nanze's eyebrow arched with a meaningful smile, "You are already divorced from Qianyan, aren't you? You don't need to call me Little Uncle anymore."

By this time, Lu Yinfeng had already slipped her dress on and chuckled resignedly, "It's been three years, I've gotten used to calling you Little Uncle."

Her marriage to Mo Qianyan had lasted more than three years, yet it was as good as non-existent.

Three years ago, under the zealous matchmaking of her grandfather and Old Master Mo, Lu Yinfeng married Mo Qianyan.

She had thought that by marrying the handsome and wealthy young master of the Mo Family, she would live a life that everyone envied.

However, Lu Yinfeng became a sacrifice in Mo Qianyan's rebellion against the family.

Over these three years, Mo Qianyan had said very few words to Lu Yinfeng.

"Just be a good granddaughter-in-law, I won't lay a finger on you."

"Lu Yinfeng, you married me just for the money, didn't you!"

"Once grandfather dies, I will divorce you immediately!"

Mo Qianyan kept his word; one day after the funeral of Old Master Mo, he handed Lu Yinfeng a divorce agreement.

During those three years, Mo Qianyan was hardly ever home, and it was Lu Yinfeng who attended the family meetings on his behalf.

Lu Yinfeng had seen Little Uncle Mo Nanze numerous times.

In her eyes, Mo Nanze was the powerful figure among the younger generation of the Mo Family, who had made his way in the world without relying on familial support, young, handsome, and reserved.

However, when Old Master Mo mentioned him, it was with a sense of deep regret.

"He's already thirty and still not married with children! Look at Qianyan, he married such a good wife like you at twenty-three!"

Old Master Mo did not pay much attention to his youngest son. It made sense; he had four sons and almost ten grandchildren, too many for an elderly man of his age to manage the affairs of his descendants.

The rumors Lu Yinfeng heard were that Mo Nanze was Old Master Mo's illegitimate child from outside, recognized by Old Master Mo only when he was a teenager.

Everyone in the Mo Family looked down on Mo Nanze...

A surge of memories flooded her mind, leaving Lu Yinfeng in a daze, standing still.

The next second, she was held tightly in a pair of strong arms.

Mo Nanze whispered enticingly in her ear, with a lazy and deep sexy voice, "Signing that divorce agreement was the smartest decision you've made in over three years."

A refreshing scent of mint wafted into Lu Yinfeng's nostrils, making her reminisce about the kisses shared in a drunken haze.

By implication, Mo Nanze was saying that Lu Yinfeng was foolish.

It was indeed laughable; in three years of marriage to Mo Qianyan, Lu Yinfeng hadn't even held his hand, much less slept with him.

Yet, on the very next day after the divorce, she slept with her ex-husband's Little Uncle!

Despite the alcohol-induced indiscretion, Lu Yinfeng couldn't deny that, after holding back for three years, she finally experienced a sense of release.

As Lu Yinfeng was lost in thought, Mo Nanze breathed again into her ear, "Mo Qianyan is at fault in the marriage, yet in the divorce agreement, you left with nothing. If I were your attorney, I would have never let you suffer such a huge loss."

"Huh?" Lu Yinfeng was once again baffled and asked in a low voice, "Little Uncle, you seem to know something?"

Her divorce from Mo Qianyan was not something she had discussed with anyone other than Yan Sijia, let alone the fact that she left with nothing.

Mo Nanze curled his lips into a light chuckle, then released Lu Yinfeng and went to the bathroom, putting on his bathrobe.

Soon, the sound of rushing water echoed from the bathroom.

Lu Yinfeng stamped her feet in frustration.

How could Mo Nanze incite her curiosity and then just go take a shower himself!

Lu Yinfeng strode to the bathroom door, didn't hesitate to pull it open, and entered, confronting the thoroughly drenched man inside, "Little Uncle, what exactly do you know? Why did you say Mo Qianyan is at fault?"

Under the dim lighting of the bathroom and amidst the steam, Mo Nanze's muscular body appeared faintly discernible.

Lu Yinfeng came back to her senses, only then realizing what she was doing.

Her face blushed intensely, and she quickly turned around, pretending to be calm, "Little Uncle, if you don't tell me, I'll just stay here and not leave!"

Mo Nanze looked at her retreating figure, lips curling into a smile, and stretched out his hand to pull her closer.

With the sound of running water, Mo Nanze's deep and magnetic voice reached Lu Yinfeng's ears.

"If you're not leaving, let's shower together."

Lu Yinfeng got completely drenched by the shower without any warning, her thin dress clinging to her body and outlining her graceful curves.

The bathroom was cramped, forcing the two of them inevitably closer.

Lu Yinfeng's face flushed with panic and embarrassment.

"You were quite forward before, why are you shy now?" Mo Nanze teased provocatively.

"Before... I was drunk before!" Lu Yinfeng vaguely remembered that she had been the one to wrap herself around Mo Nanze and demand kisses from him.

So this was a situation she couldn't blame on anyone else.

"We're not children anymore. Can't you tell when you're drunk?" Mo Nanze said with a light laugh.

In his early days as a lawyer, he often heard talk of drunken indiscretions from his clients.

Feeling her cheeks burning, Lu Yinfeng dared not speak further and hastily turned to flee the bathroom.

She had to admit, Mo Nanze was right.

She indeed had quite a bit to drink and wasn't lightly drunk, but she wasn't so inebriated as to lose her senses.

That pleasure she had indulged in before was her intentional downfall.

After calming down a bit, Lu Yinfeng took off her soaked dress and put on a hotel bathrobe.

The bathroom door opened, and Mo Nanze walked out.

Lu Yinfeng instinctively looked back and saw Mo Nanze emerge amidst the steam, a loosely draped towel around his waist, water droplets cascading down his robust muscles.

Looking up, she was met with Mo Nanze's stern brows and cold eyes, his face finely crafted and extraordinarily handsome.

Somehow, Lu Yinfeng swallowed subconsciously, as though she were someone coveting a beautiful spectacle.

Mo Nanze's stern expression softened slightly. He arched an eyebrow and said, "Want to go again? I don't mind obliging."

"Little Uncle, have some restraint!" Lu Yinfeng said with her hands guarding her chest, embarrassed, "Don't make the same mistake... twice..."

Mo Nanze had always given her the impression of being cold and forbidding, not interested in women, with a strong air of abstinence.

Yet, she never imagined he could be such a closet hedonist.

Mo Nanze watched Lu Yinfeng's cheeks turn crimson and squinted his eyes.

His thoughts were profound; Lu Yinfeng couldn't see through them and only felt directly the desire that welled up in him.

"Little Uncle, when you said Mo Qianyan was at fault, what exactly did you mean?" Lu Yinfeng changed the topic, pressing for an answer, a hint of pleading in her tone, "Please, this really matters to me."

Mo Nanze's gaze turned sharp, speaking indifferently, "Do you like Mo Qianyan that much?"

Lu Yinfeng offered a self-deprecating smile, acknowledging it.

Throughout three years, Mo Qianyan spent less than a month at home in total.

During that month, part of the time he ignored her completely, and the rest of the time he spoke to her with harsh words.

If it weren't for her fondness for Mo Qianyan, she wouldn't have endured this marriage in name only for three years.

"He has another woman outside." Mo Nanze suppressed the discomfort in his heart and said coldly.