Taboo Conquest of Lustful Emperor

He died before anyone found out. When my daughter learned of it, Yueying was so heartbroken that she wanted to commit suicide. But when she saw her biological daughter, still breastfeeding and needing her care, she finally gave up the urge to take her own life. That's how things have been until now. I graduated from university in 2006. I haven't seen my daughter for more than a year. She didn't come back home. When I went to find her, she told me everything. She didn't dare return, fearing that her father and grandfather would be furious once they knew and would force her to give her one-year-old biological daughter to someone else—meaning we might never see each other again! I tried to think it through with her, but in the end, my daughter told me that even if she died, she would never give up her child; she would raise her daughter herself. My aunt also adores my one-year-old granddaughter, but if my daughter doesn't go home soon, the family will eventually find her, and the matter can no longer be hidden. My aunt doesn't want to see this tragedy uncovered again; she's very worried. If the family forces her daughter to give up the child, what will Yueying do? After speaking, Zou Weiying took the tissue Li Long handed her, wiped the unstoppable tears, and looked at him with a question in her eyes.

Seeing his aunt wipe her tears again and again, Li Long thought for a moment and said, "What do you and your daughter Yueying think? Have you considered going abroad to hide for a few years? When the child grows up, maybe your uncle and his family won't give her away to others!"

"I've thought about it, but Xiaolong, you don't know—Xiaoying's aunt works at the National Security Bureau. Even if Xiaoying takes her daughter abroad, they'll forcibly bring her back," Zou Weiying replied, her tears finally stopping as she frowned.

"Oh, I see. So what do you and Yueying think? How can Xiaolong help you?" Hearing that her aunt worked at the National Security Bureau—and judging by Zou Weiying's tone, likely in a high position—Li Long was momentarily stumped. He didn't know what his aunt or her daughter, whom he'd never met, truly wanted, so he wasn't sure what to do next. Thus, he asked.

"Xiaolong, after discussing it with Xiaoying, Yueying said she'd be willing to marry a man she doesn't love to protect her daughter. I thought it was an acceptable idea. At least it would let the family—and my father-in-law, who's very proud—save some face and not pursue the child's matter further. But the difficulty lies in choosing the man. If he's from an ordinary family, even if my father-in-law lets it go, my daughter won't get any support from her mother in the future, and her family won't acknowledge her. That's something I can't accept. But if she marries a rich and powerful man, the child becomes a big issue, which Xiaoying finds even more unbearable. So, after thinking it over, I decided—Xiaolong, why don't you be that man…" As she said this, Zou Weiying's face turned red with embarrassment. Yet, thinking of her daughter's potentially miserable future, she, as a mother, suppressed her shame and looked up at Li Long with hopeful eyes.

"Dizzy!" Hearing Zou Weiying's words and seeing her expectant gaze, Li Long felt as if he'd been hit on the head with a brick. His mind went blank, but with his experience from two lives, he quickly recovered. After some thought, he realized he might be the only one who could help—and perhaps the most suitable. But even if he was willing to take on this burden—what about his family? What would others think? Would they criticize him harshly? Li Long kept asking himself weakly in his heart. The mature and charming woman before him was tempting, though. Should he accept? What if he proposed a shameless condition?

Noticing Li Long's silence and shifting expressions, Zou Weiying's hopeful heart sank. But then she imagined her daughter marrying an ordinary man, struggling through life, possibly bullied, beaten, or scolded by someone she didn't love—or worse. The more she thought, the more frightened and deeply saddened she became. Unwilling to give up, she called out again, "Xiaolong, can't you really help your aunt?"

"Oh, no, Xiaolong is just thinking about what else we could do," Li Long quickly replied, hearing the pitiful tone in her voice and seeing her anxious, pleading face.

At his words, Zou Weiying's anxiety eased slightly, and she asked eagerly, "Xiaolong, have you thought of any other good ideas?"

"Well, uh, no. But Grandpa just betrothed your nieces to me. Now, Xiaolong, I… isn't it a bit inappropriate?" Li Long, unable to decide, brought up something he hadn't yet dealt with—something thrilling and complicated. Inwardly, he couldn't help cursing the one who'd put him in this spot. *Your mother! Dare to curse me? Don't want to live anymore, or want to die early? Without me, a loser like you could travel through time and be this awesome? I gave you the best, and you don't want it? Believe it or not, I'll make you face a dinosaur army!*

"Xiaolong, there's something you might not know. My father-in-law is about to retire, and the family's influence is shrinking—not as strong as before. For him, who cares most about his reputation, it's unbearable. He figured that since he can't maintain the family's power after he's gone, he'd at least ensure it prospers and endures. So, in his final years, he wants the younger generation to enter business. Especially after learning that my father—his comrade through life and death—betrothed all four granddaughters to you, Xiaolong, and knowing your great wealth and business skills, he hopes to tie our families together in the next generation. A while back, he called me, asking if you'd be open to it and telling me to invite you to his home as a guest. So I thought, if you, Xiaolong, marry Xiaoying too—of course, if you abandon her later, you could just give her a nominal title—it'd at least help Yueying get through this tough time! Xiaolong, is that okay? Please help! Right now, Yueying is out there alone with a breastfeeding child, and it breaks my heart to think about it…" At this, Zou Weiying's tears flowed again, and she wiped them with the tissue against her clothes. Then, remembering something, she quickly stopped crying, pulled a few photos from her sports pants, and handed them to Li Long. "Xiaolong, these are photos of my daughter from before and one of her now." As Li Long took them, she watched his face nervously.

Looking at the stunningly beautiful young woman in several photos—and then at another showing a sorrowful beauty with a baby clinging tightly to her plump, round nipple, her sad face radiating loneliness and helplessness, stirring infinite pity—Li Long froze.

"Xiaolong…" Seeing his dazed state, Zou Weiying felt a secret joy, knowing the boy was drawn to her daughter in the photos. She hid her delight, not wanting him to misunderstand, and called out nervously.

"Oh, good, very good! That little baby is so cute—my mother would adore her if she saw her!" Reacting to her voice, Li Long snapped back, hastily covering his earlier lapse.

"Then, Xiaolong, do you agree?" Zou Weiying, thrilled but cautious not to expose his slip, asked in a low, nervous voice.

"Well, let's do this! Xiaolong will promise Auntie one thing: as long as Sister Yueying has no objections, I can agree!" After speaking, he leaned in and whispered, "Auntie, how about letting me talk to Sister Yueying in detail first? Some things are hard to handle if the people involved don't understand."

"Yes, thank you, Xiaolong!" Finally securing his consent, Zou Weiying couldn't contain her excitement. She hugged him, her full, elastic chest pressing against his, her beautiful face buried in his neck as she spoke gratefully.

Smelling her faint fragrance and feeling her mature, voluptuous body, Li Long's strong frame reacted instantly. A huge tent rose in his casual pants, brushing lightly against Zou Weiying's lower abdomen as she held him tight. Sensing the oddity below, her lovely face flushed, and she gently pulled away.

Suddenly, her phone rang. The flustered woman, unsure how to proceed, turned to answer it.

A minute later, after hanging up, Zou Weiying turned back to Li Long. "Xiaolong, your class teacher says the students are settled, but the four teachers want you to show your face in front of them. Let's go!"

"Uh, Auntie, maybe not. It's… inconvenient for Xiaolong right now!" he said awkwardly, his eyes involuntarily flicking to his still-unyielding crotch.

Following his gaze, Zou Weiying glanced at it again and blushed. But this time, unlike the first, she didn't feel as ashamed. Her bright brows furrowed as she whispered, "Xiaolong, why… why is it still like that?"

"I don't know either," Li Long said, his face showing clear discomfort.

Watching his unease and noting how long he'd stayed hard, Zou Weiying quickly deduced he had a potent sexual vigor. For some reason, a bold idea flashed into her mind, making her flush. Yet, the more she pondered, the more reasons she found to justify it. What sparked this thought was simple.