Gold

"What are you talking about? Hurry and get dressed!"

The door closed with a bang. Olivia's breathing quickened, and her head felt light. She didn't know what to say.

Last night, she had to disband her card game because one of her playing partner's children had been in a car accident. She didn't know if it was just coincidence, but tonight, while playing cards with her colleagues, another accident occurred—this time at a colleague's home. Unable to find anyone to help, she had come back early.

As a result, when she opened the door, she saw her daughter sucking her son-in-law's cock and licking it like crazy...

Now that the door was closed, Olivia's breathing quickened, her mind racing with the scenes she had glimpsed last night. She gritted her teeth, and a thought occurred to her—one so obscene she startled herself.

How is that little beast still hard? Has he already done it many times today?

My daughter is so thin… How can she endure this? It doesn't make sense.

She shook her head. No, this is my home. Why should I be the one hiding outside like a thief?

Olivia's fiery temper flared, and the more she thought about it, the angrier she became. Without hesitation, she flung the door open—but the living room was empty. The young couple had retreated upstairs.

A smug smile spread across Olivia's face, satisfied with the power of her presence. Yet, for reasons she couldn't quite explain, a small pang of disappointment lingered. She glanced toward the staircase, bit her lower lip, and ultimately decided against following them.

The truth was, she was a little scared. What if they shut the door when I go upstairs? Should I take pictures? And what if they're still… doing it?

Troubled by a mess of thoughts, Olivia tossed and turned all night. Thinking of her daughter's intoxicated look when she was sucking his cock, Olivia suddenly felt that this was particularly reasonable. If she was so comfortable, it wouldn't be strange for her to do anything.

The bedroom door was closed.

Lily said shyly, "It's all your fault. Mom saw it all."

Ryan said lightly, "Don't be afraid, honey. It's normal to live under the same roof. Our love is our business. Who knew she would come back suddenly?"

"Never mind. I'll go to work early tomorrow. Mom will scold you if she wants to."

"Okay, my baby!!"

Although Lily was very angry, she still got into bed and sucked the cock, panting softly, "Honey, cum, you've been hard all night."

"Go to sleep, you are very tired. If you are not tired next time, your husband will not let you go and open your asshole for you."

Despite the rude words and obscene language, Lily completely collapsed when she was held in his arms, murmuring passionately: "Honey, all my body belongs to you...anything is fine."

"Baby, I love you!"

Ryan did not take any further action.

There are no messy thoughts or systematic tasks in my mind. When I recall these years, I am filled with guilt.

Lily was stunned, laughed and cried at the same time, and hugged Ryan very tightly.

She stopped stroking the penis with her hand and suddenly asked, "Honey, what if mommy is willing to sleep with you?"

With a vague and dazed look in his eyes, and a little excited and tentative, Ryan hugged her tighter, then smiled: "Get lost, I'm glad your mother didn't kill me. I tricked such a good girl away."

During the intimacy, Lily smiled softly and happily, and said softly: "Honey, let me blow you again."

She had just given him a blowjob but didn't cum, so she felt a little unwilling. Ryan hugged her tightly, groped her body and said, "Go to sleep. Talk to you after you've rested."

"But you haven't cum yet!"

Lily hummed unwillingly and continued stroking with her little hand.

Ryan picked her up and comforted her, "It's not very comfortable to ejaculate hard like this. It will be exciting like last night. Okay, go to sleep."

With his arms wrapped around her, Ryan felt a deep sense of warmth and comfort. He drifted into one of the most peaceful sleeps he'd shared with his wife in years.

There had been a time when he'd considered sleeping in separate rooms, but now he held her tightly, unwilling to let go.

The next morning, Lily quietly turned off her alarm and slipped into the bathroom. After freshening up, she kissed Ryan lightly on the cheek before heading to work.

Ryan stretched and decided to head downstairs. The master bedroom door was closed, and his mother-in-law, Olivia, remained inside. Feeling bored, he casually wandered into the room, his eyes catching on a drawer left slightly ajar.

Inside, he noticed a collection of fashionable lingerie, most of which, he remembered Lily mentioning, had been chosen by her elder sister, Sophia.

He hesitated for a moment before curiosity got the better of him. A faint scent lingered on the fabric, and as he held it, a sudden notification rang out in his mind:

"Ding... The quest line for the mature, plump, and beautiful mother-in-law is now open..."

Ryan froze. The voice was clear and mechanical, yet it filled his mind. His entire body tingled as he tried to process the message. Was it... the system?

"Ding... Olivia's favorability is 40% (normal relationship level). Please increase the favorability randomly. Mission reward: Enter a woman's heart once."

Ryan blinked in disbelief. The system was triggered... by holding his mother-in-law's belongings? He stared at the display in front of him, unsure whether to laugh or feel mortified.

His thoughts turned to the reward. Enter a woman's heart? What could that mean? But when he thought about the potential power of this system—and the financial opportunities it hinted at—his determination grew.

If he could make this work, 100,000 dollars might just be the beginning.

After some thought, Ryan realized that his mother-in-law, Olivia, was not at home. She had probably gone to her usual teahouse to play cards.

Ryan had visited that teahouse a few times before, usually to drop off her keys or cover her losses. Interestingly, all the players there were women, both young and old. It was said that the men, tired of the women's nagging, had formed their own separate group for card games elsewhere. It was a curious setup—those who loved gambling didn't always share the same vices.

At ten in the morning, Ryan decided to call Olivia. She answered, her tone surprised:

"What's the matter?"

Though they were family, they rarely called each other unless something urgent came up.

"Mom, you don't need to worry about lunch today. I'll bring it to you," Ryan said.

The teahouse regulars often arrived early, spending the morning drinking tea, gossiping, and preparing to play cards with their preferred partners.

Many brought their own food, while others bought meals on the spot. Locals often joked that the teahouse was a "rumor factory" where gossip brewed alongside the tea.

Knowing Olivia wasn't the type to prepare her own lunch, Ryan's sudden act of kindness caught her off guard.

"No need," she said, sounding slightly wary. "Just buy me a box lunch from downstairs."

"Eating boxed lunches all the time isn't nutritious," Ryan replied casually. Before Olivia could protest further, he hung up and hailed a taxi.

At the mall, Ryan remembered a recent conversation Olivia had had. A few days ago, she had come home ranting about the women at the teahouse flaunting their new gold bracelets.

She was envious and bitter, lamenting how even her daughter and son-in-law couldn't buy her anything nice.

She had scolded Ryan harshly, though he had silently thought, Why not go ask your 'perfect' son-in-law instead of blaming me?

"Oh right, Refined Gold!" Ryan suddenly recalled her complaints and headed straight to the counter displaying the store's latest bracelet collection.

The sales assistant greeted him warmly. "This is our new bracelet series for the season. Would you like to take a look? It's been very popular!"

She gestured toward an array of gold bracelets, each shining under the display lights.

"This one is from the Summer collection, designed for elegance and fashion. It's selling very well..."

Ryan didn't need her explanation. He knew exactly what Olivia had been envious of. The teahouse was a battlefield of one-upmanship, and the women there competed relentlessly over even the smallest luxuries.

Olivia had mentioned feeling humiliated that her peers could afford these bracelets while she could not.

Ryan examined the collection. The bracelets ranged from a few thousand to tens of thousands of yuan, with the priciest one tagged at 36,000 dollars. The only difference was the thickness.

"Sir, you've got an excellent eye," the sales assistant chimed. "A heavier weight truly enhances the bracelet's beauty."

Ryan knew he needed to make a sacrifice to achieve his goals. After a moment of hesitation, he pointed to the most expensive bracelet. "I'll take two," he said firmly.

He thought of his wife, Lily. He had rarely given her gifts and felt a pang of guilt. This purchase was overdue.

The sales assistant's smile widened, her enthusiasm almost overwhelming. Ryan swiped his card, feeling a sharp pang as 72,000 dollars disappeared from his account.

Yet, as he thought about the potential rewards from completing this system task, his confidence returned. This is just the beginning, he told himself.