[Rural Areas] The Countryside is So Beautiful (Complete) - 36

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Chapter 191
"What nonsense are you talking about?" My sister-in-law refused to go over no matter what, and looked up at Xiaomei as if she was afraid that she would come down: "Xiaomei is still in the room, don't be silly."

"Xiaojing, what should we do? Your sister won't come over. Do you think I should grab her and hand her over to you to deal with?" I hugged her small waist tightly, and reached my hand under the hem of her clothes to rub her breasts. Xiaojing's breasts were soft and elastic, trembling slightly as I touched them. Her body went limp, and she nestled softly in my arms, her face as red as the morning sun. She quickly reached out and pressed my hand down, saying, "Go grab her yourself. Once you grab my sister, you can do whatever you want with her."

"You brat, you've already turned against your own sister so quickly. You don't even want your own sister anymore because of a man." My sister-in-law blushed and glanced at Li Mei, who was leaning against me. She chuckled and said, "I almost forgot. Last night, she even betrayed her own sister for her boyfriend." Li Jing immediately blushed and retorted, "Sister...you...you're so bad..." Seeing her teasing her with a smile, Li Jing felt overwhelmed and had no choice but to turn to me for help: "Ah Hao, quickly grab my sister and punish her properly..."

Actually, you could tell from their tone of voice that they were very awkward. They were trying their best to act naturally, but it made them feel extremely distant from each other. I knew things would get awkward if this continued, so I let go of Li Jing and, before my sister-in-law could react, pulled her into my arms, holding her on the other side. Both of them blushed with embarrassment, but neither struggled. They let me caress them, finally collapsing breathlessly into my arms. The awkward atmosphere gradually dissipated.

Looking at my submissive sisters in my arms, I felt a surge of pride and satisfaction. I knew their mutual embarrassment had vanished. They couldn't possibly adjust their mindset so quickly after sharing a husband; my task was to gradually help them understand and eliminate any psychological burden. Li Jing was alright, but I was most worried about my sister-in-law. She felt terrible for betraying her sister, having stolen her man, and last night she had brazenly slept in my arms. This morning, although Li Mei was also very shy, I sensed guilt in her sighs. Li Jing, on the other hand, seemed to have accepted this fact long ago. She's actually a very considerate woman. Last night was her wedding night, and she was able to share it with her sister, which undoubtedly proved her attitude.

We sat idly in front of the police station all morning, feeling the passage of time. After lunch, I went to help out at the police station. I remembered that fleeting thought from last time: did the fugitives escape to Luzhen unintentionally or deliberately? After all, Luzhen is a godforsaken place; they wouldn't have fled there if they wanted to. Could they also be here for tomb raiding? If so, there's a high chance they have an inside man in Luzhen. Who brought them in? Was it Xie Yuling, the Zhao family, or some venomous snake lurking in the shadows of Luzhen? I thought about it for a long time and shook my head. These days I'm really on edge, always thinking in that direction. As I was shaking my head, I suddenly heard a sound above me. I hurriedly looked up and saw a large basin of water being poured over my head. I quickly moved to the side, avoiding most of the water, but a small portion still splashed onto my head and chest. A chill ran through me. I'm not afraid of the cold anymore because of my physical training, but to avoid attracting attention, I had to act like a normal person and put on a thick coat. Looking at the coat I'd only worn half a day ago, now soaking wet, I couldn't help but feel furious. I was about to yell at them, but when I looked up, I froze.

I saw a woman leaning halfway out of a third-floor window, looking apologetic. She was facing the autumn wind of Luzhen, her beautiful long hair flowing in the wind, giving her a relaxed and elegant look. Her large, alluring eyes, her sexy, small nose, and her seductive lips were captivating. The thin cardigan couldn't hide her stunning curves, and I was instantly smitten.

What's more, I recognized this woman. She was the young woman I saw last night in the Zhao family compound. How could she be here? I looked around and saw myself standing at the entrance of the police station, wondering with some surprise.

"I'm so sorry, I just washed my face and didn't check if anyone was downstairs," she said, swallowing her tongue sheepishly. Yet, her every move exuded a unique charm. Her tongue-swallowing gesture didn't seem like she was trying to look young; instead, it added to her cuteness. Naturally, I didn't want to scold her further and blurted out, "It's alright. Our country isn't rich in water either, so we recycle it. I just wanted to wash my hair."

"Hehe, that's great! I'll splash you some more water," she giggled, standing by the window, like a noble chrysanthemum blooming in autumn, adding a unique touch to the autumn scenery of Luzhen. I suddenly remembered a poem:

You stand on the bridge watching the scenery, while someone else watches you from a building. The bright moon adorns your window, and you adorn someone else's dream.

This woman was a striking sight in herself. Just as I was about to speak, she said, "Wang Hao, come on up. I've been waiting for you. The police station is short-staffed right now."

Who was she? It suddenly dawned on me—she was Zhao Zhiwen, the deputy director of the Luzhen Police Station! I suddenly felt ridiculously ignorant. Director Jiang had mentioned this woman to me in casual conversation, saying she was the third daughter of the Zhao family, a great beauty, but unfortunately, she had bad luck. Less than twenty days after her engagement to the son of the county public security bureau chief, he died in a drunk driving accident, leaving her a widow. Because of the Zhao family's old traditions, she never remarried and still lives in the Zhao family compound. Last night, seeing Zhao Zhiwen had made me so confused that I hadn't even thought of this. At the same time, I once again felt the pervasive influence of the Zhao family.

I answered and walked to the entrance of the police station. Old Guo, the gatekeeper, was still listening to his old radio, nodding and tapping his head to the beat. When he saw me, he just opened his eyes briefly, then closed them again and started humming the Henan opera "Hua Mulan."

I didn't disturb him and quickly went up to the third floor. Looking at the sign on the door, it was indeed the deputy director's office. I took a deep breath and knocked. Hearing a "Come in," I went inside. A warm breeze immediately enveloped me; I hadn't expected her to turn on the heating so early.

I leisurely observed Zhao Zhiwen. Perhaps because of the heating, she was dressed rather lightly, wearing only a thin knitted sweater. Standing there looking down, I could see her white bra through the loose neckline. Her two plump, round breasts, almost bursting out, formed a deep cleavage. The fragrant scent of her breasts and perfume made my blood rush.

She wore a cotton mini-skirt with sheer thermal stockings and black high-heeled sandals, making her already tall figure appear even more slender. Although Zhao Zhiwen maintained a reserved and dignified demeanor, every gesture she made exuded an alluring charm—mature, glamorous, and full of feminine allure. It was incredibly tempting, stimulating my senses. The tight skirt hugged her rounded waist and full hips, creating an irresistible urge as she walked, especially when she smiled and said, "Please sit down, I'll get you a cup of hot water." As she bent over, her long, full legs shimmered through the slit in her skirt. The skirt cinched slightly at her hips, perfectly showcasing the curves of her full, rounded buttocks. Without an ounce of excess fat, yet possessing a full, voluptuous charm, her incredibly smooth thighs looked so soft; I couldn't take my eyes off them.

She suddenly turned around, and I quickly hid my unease, pretending to look around. It was clear that she was a woman who knew how to enjoy life; everything in the room was probably designed according to her own wishes, full of feminine charm. Because of this, the map of Deer Town on the wall seemed a bit out of place. I have a good eye; even though it was three meters away, I could still see a line drawn in pencil on a hilltop.

"How about some suggestions? What do you think of the layout of my office?" She smiled and placed the teacup in front of me. As I left, my leg inadvertently brushed against her knee. Even through her pants, the soft, smooth feel still made my heart flutter. I lingered on her jade-like legs beneath her skirt, praising, "Very humane."

Just then, there was a knock on the door. A policeman wearing glasses walked in. Seeing me sitting there, he said somewhat awkwardly, "Director Zhao, I've brought you the police uniform you requested."

"Oh, thank you, Xiao Liu. Hehe, I accidentally spilled water and got Assistant Wang's clothes wet. That's why I'm bothering you. You can leave the clothes here. You can continue with your work." Zhao Zhiwen explained, her sexy lips slightly parted.

"Okay." Xiao Liu respectfully folded the clothes and placed them on the table, then turned and left with his head down. But from his actions, I noticed that he was secretly observing the exquisite woman in front of him while putting the clothes away.

“Assistant Wang, please make do with this for now. Go inside and change your clothes.” She said, picking up the police uniform and handing it to me.

“No, no,” I declined somewhat awkwardly.

“Take it. What if you catch a cold in wet clothes? I need you to do some errands later.” She pushed the uniform towards me again. In the rush, I happened to touch her soft, delicate hand. It was so soft, but she released it warily, a flash of displeasure in her eyes.

“Okay,” I said, walking towards the inner room of her office. Just as I was about to push the door open,

Zhao Zhiwen suddenly screamed, “Wait!” Then, blushing, she explained, “I’m going in to tidy up; it’s a bit messy inside.”

A few minutes later, she came out again, her face still flushed, and let me in. The inner room was her rest room. There was a large bed against the wall, a wardrobe opposite, and some toiletries on the table next to it. However, after her tidying up, I could no longer see any revealing clothes. I glanced nervously at the door; it was tightly shut. I'd locked the inner lock when I came in. I wanted to check what this woman's underwear was like.

I quickly went to the wardrobe and pulled on the door, only to find it locked. Disappointingly, this woman was quite vigilant. I casually opened a drawer on the wardrobe, and my face immediately changed: "The Chronicle of Luzhen"! I never expected to find a copy of "The Chronicle of Luzhen" in this woman's office, and judging from the layout of the pages, it was definitely older than Old Sun's copy. I flipped through it and found faint ink dots from a pen. A thought crossed my mind—I wanted to steal it—but I ultimately abandoned the tempting idea. Judging from the way the book looked, Zhao Zhiwen read it often. If I took it now, she would surely suspect I'd stolen it. Why not be a thief tonight and secretly copy it down? That way, no one would know. The reason it was nighttime was because I judged Zhao Zhiwen wasn't sleeping here.

After calming down, I took off my damp clothes. I initially considered taking off my shirt as well, but then thought better of it; wearing only a police uniform would look a bit silly.

Looking at my well-defined chest in the mirror, I gave it a slight, proud thump before putting on the uniform. It was my first time wearing one, and I looked at myself in the mirror a few times. I looked handsome and dashing, very masculine. After admiring myself for a bit, I pushed open the door and went out.

"All changed?!" Hearing my voice, Zhao Zhiwen looked up at me, suddenly froze, and opened her mouth, looking somewhat dazed.

"Chief Zhao, you're making me feel embarrassed staring at me like that," I quickly coughed a few times.

"Oh, very good," she blushed, but quickly regained her composure and nodded lightly.

Knowing this woman was no ordinary person, I shouldn't have any ulterior motives, but the Zhao family's repeated attempts to test and win me over annoyed me, so my gaze towards her became increasingly audacious. Her eyes always held a captivating allure, and her cherry-like lips, opening and closing, were incredibly sexy. I took a deep breath, the delicate fragrance filling my nostrils and stirring my burgeoning masculine heartstrings.

"Director Zhao is really sexy," I said, my eyes meeting hers impolitely, brazenly taking in her entire body.

Sure enough, a flicker of embarrassment flashed in her eyes, but just as I thought she was about to explode, Zhao Zhiwen slightly opened her alluring eyes, her pearly white teeth lightly biting her moist lower lip, a playful expression on her face. "Where's the sexiness?"

Chapter 192
"Where's the sexiness? I don't know." She smiled sweetly at me, lightly biting her thin red lips, giving me a flirtatious wink.

"Really? Didn't you see Xiao Liu secretly swallowing his saliva when she came in?" My burning gaze lingered greedily on her high, full breasts, their proud erection exuding a mature charm.

Seeing me staring intently at her breasts, Zhao Zhiwen's expression was a mixture of timidity and delight, seemingly not entirely objecting to my gaze: "You're the same, your eyes are practically popping out. I'm even wondering if it's dangerous to sit next to you?"

"Wrong, it's dangerous if you don't sit next to me." I hadn't expected her to be so unconcerned about my staring; in fact, her every move carried a hint of provocation. Since I was sitting right in front of her, a slight downward glance revealed her jade-like legs encased in sheer stockings, so beautiful, so alluring. The near-flesh-colored thermal stockings covered her almost completely exposed legs, and that leg beneath was the most beautiful leg I had ever seen in my life—snow-white, rounded, and long. Her high-heeled sandals rested on the chair crossbar, only her toes touching the ground, further emphasizing the lines of her jade-like feet. She wore a pair of black patent leather high heels, the straps wrapped around her sexy ankles. The seven-inch stilettos accentuated the roundness and fullness of her heels, while her dainty toes were encased within the black high-heeled sandals.

"Why?" she asked, adjusting her skirt to completely conceal her knees.

"With me here, they won't dare to openly stare at you," I explained with a smile. “They don’t dare to be blatant, but you do. You seem to be the most lecherous person I’ve ever met.” Zhao Zhiwen stared at me with her watery, alluring eyes, speaking softly and coquettishly. Her beautiful legs were faintly crossed, and her stockings clung tightly to her two supple legs, peeking out from the slit in her skirt, radiating a sexy, mature, and gorgeous sheen. At this moment, her appearance was full of mesmerizing charm. How could I resist a stunning beauty in stockings? And her charming eyes shattered my heart in an instant. She stood up, smiling tenderly, and leaned closer, seemingly intentionally or unintentionally asking me, “Your eyes seem to be getting more and more restless, don’t they?”

A warm, fleshy scent unique to beautiful women wafted into my nose. I took a deep breath and said, “That’s because you’re beautiful. If you were ugly, I wouldn’t even look at you.”

“Is that so?” Without warning, her smooth, slender, pink, rounded calf and soft, boneless, plump foot lifted up and kicked me in the groin before I could react.

"Ouch...you..." I jumped up from my seat as if stung by a scorpion, hunching over like a shrimp, covering my groin

, my face flushed as I stared at her. "Why aren't you looking now?" She lowered her head to look at me, a mischievous smile still on her face. As she bent over, I could see most of her full, erect breasts and cleavage through the slightly loose neckline. My God! I estimated her breasts to be at least a 34D. Because of the loose knitwear, her breasts were even more clearly visible. Under the thin clothes, her full, firm breasts trembled gently with the rise and fall of her body, tracing a beautiful arc. She exuded an alluring scent. I felt my heart beating at 120 beats per minute. Of course, this time, the obscene feeling from before was completely gone; instead, it was filled with a pure sense of admiration. Zhao Zhiwen hadn't expected me to change my expression so suddenly. She couldn't vent her anger, but gritted her teeth and said, "Hmph! If you dare to look at me like that again, I'll gouge your eyes out."

"This work is exclusively published in text form on 16knovel.com. Unauthorized reproduction or excerpting is prohibited. For more of the latest and fastest chapters, please visit...6k Director Zhao, do I still dare?" I spoke with a bitter expression, a hint of loneliness in my eyes, my heart churning. This Zhao Zhiwen's skills were probably quite formidable; I had clearly anticipated her kick, yet I hadn't managed to dodge it. In fact, I sensed she might be about to lose her temper when she stood up, so I was on guard. Seeing her gaze inadvertently drift towards my crotch, I prepared to get up and avoid it, but before I could even stand, her foot had already struck. This bitch really went all out; I still feel a burning sensation down there. I was a bit careless just now. If I had realized her intentions and started to dodge, things might have been different.

***

Seeing the man in front of her yield, Zhao Zhiwen finally breathed a sigh of relief. If it weren't for the old man's repeated instructions, which prevented her from holding back her kick, he would probably be lying on the ground by now.

In fact, the first time she saw this man in the courtyard yesterday, she felt a strange sensation, as if something was amiss. Last night, she pondered for a long time, hoping to find the reason for her unease, but couldn't figure it out, even thinking she was just being paranoid.

Unexpectedly, seeing him again only briefly made her understand why her emotions had fluctuated so drastically—it was this man's gaze. Because of her beauty, Zhao Zhiwen was already used to furtive glances at her. While she felt some disgust, she was mostly pleased. No woman dislikes a man attracting attention, and she was no exception, but everything had its limits.

This man's gaze, however, was filled with naked possessiveness. His gaze was like sharp swords piercing her clothes; in his presence, she felt as if she were naked. He was completely uninhibited, with the lewd gaze of a man looking at a woman. It seemed that given the chance, he would pounce on her like a wolf hunting its prey, pinning her down and raping her.

This instantly ignited a murderous intent in Zhao Zhiwen's heart. Normally, she wouldn't have stopped until she beat this man half to death, but the old man had repeatedly instructed her to only punish him lightly. She believed that after being taught a lesson, Wang Hao would become obedient, so she said, "It's getting late, come with me to the meeting room." Then she dialed a number to notify the police station to participate.

There were over twenty people present, including myself, mostly security personnel from various villages. As the town mayor's assistant, I sat with Zhao Zhiwen at the head of the table.

I usually don't sit at the head of the table at meetings, but this time I felt strangely superior; no wonder everyone says being an official is good. I didn't listen to Zhao Zhiwen's explanation of the meeting's content. Instead, I decided to take another risk. Based on what Jiang Bo had told me about her, I knew that although Zhao Zhiwen appeared dignified and arrogant on the surface, she wasn't as unapproachable as people perceived. As a woman, a widow for over a decade, she must have felt incredibly lonely. Watching her youth slip away, she must have been deeply concerned. Just now, I'm certain she wasn't angry when I first looked at her.

So my gaze returned to her lower body. Her slender waist, almost translucent and glistening with snow-white flesh, seemed so delicate it could be encircled by a single hand. Below her soft, smooth, snow-white abdomen, her shapely, white legs emerged from a high slit, half-concealed, making them appear even longer and more alluring. From her jade-like feet to her thighs, it was simply a work of art. In the shadow of the table, her body appeared even more captivating.

Sure enough, when I looked at her, a sharp, intimidating glint flashed in Zhao Zhiwen's eyes, but she quickly pretended nothing was wrong and continued speaking, while her thighs instinctively tightened under the table.

She hadn't expected this man beside her to be so reckless, daring to stare at her so brazenly in public. Wasn't he afraid I'd beat him up again? This took her somewhat by surprise. She was already in her thirties, yet a young man was looking at her like that—it was practically an affirmation of her charm. She hadn't seen such a gaze in many years. Ever since she'd taught a lesson to an arrogant criminal investigation team leader who came to Luzhen for an inspection a few years ago, no one had dared to look at her so brazenly. When he let out a bitter sigh, Zhao Zhiwen also sighed inwardly. Her unchanging heart, like a still lake, began to ripple with the impact of a stone thrown in.

Although Zhao Zhiwen still maintained a smiling expression as she explained the situation, a hint of resentment lingered in her heart as she thought, "I never thought that for over thirty years, no one would dare to admire me openly, and now another one has appeared. His gaze isn't just filled with desire, but also with admiration." This caused a sudden sense of unease in her heart, and she subtly began to relent in her rejection of his peeking; she even hoped he would continue looking. Unconsciously, she parted her legs slightly further.

But before she could even adjust her mindset, she suddenly saw the man deliberately drop the pen on the ground. What was he trying to do...?

I pretended to push the pen under the conference table with my arm, then leaned down as if to pick it up, while tilting my head upwards. In that instant, my blood froze. Through the semi-transparent underwear, I could see a faint dark shadow; two long, smooth, snow-white legs were shyly pressed together, concealing the intoxicating beauty beneath the short skirt. The woman's unique scent intoxicated me, and I longed to reach out and touch it.

Zhao Zhiwen, of course, guessed my thoughts perfectly. Her sidelong glance revealed me peeking between her thighs. This was something she had never experienced before, and her face flushed slightly. She glared at me warningly, signaling me not to be so presumptuous!

I had been watching Zhao Zhiwen's expression closely. When her eyes became slightly unfocused, I knew that my intense gaze had finally made this proud and powerful woman panic. I immediately pressed my advantage, my hand seemingly unintentionally brushing against her warm stockings as I reached up to her, then placed the pen on the table.

Of course, this all happened in a mere five seconds. Some people in the audience were taking notes, while others were simply dozing off in the warm conference room, completely unaware of my little action. When I saw that Zhao Zhiwen's fair cheeks had flushed a captivating pink, I deliberately put the hand that had been touching her stockings to my nose and took a deep breath.

Her expression immediately turned cold, but she quickly suppressed it. This was a meeting; she couldn't get angry, but she could still make some small moves. I secretly lifted my foot from under the conference table and stomped hard on my instep with my high heel.

Just as I was feeling smug, my face suddenly contorted in pain. I almost cried out, quickly covering my mouth and feigning a cough to hide the pain. Seeing the smug look on her lips, I thought bitterly, "This woman is ruthless." I decided to go all in myself, moving my legs under the table and trapping Zhao Zhiwen's outstretched legs between mine.

She was startled and tried to pull her legs away, but I held them firmly. My right hand boldly reached under the table and touched her thermal stockings. I gradually increased the pressure, becoming more and more audacious, teasingly caressing her smooth skin. I could clearly feel her body trembling slightly. Zhao Zhiwen gritted her teeth angrily, her slender body twisting slightly, her limbs contorting dramatically in the seat. Her hands gripped the manuscript tightly, almost tearing it to shreds.

My hand pressed against her bare, slender legs. Even through the thin stockings, I could feel the smooth, supple texture of her skin. I'm sure Zhao Zhiwen could feel my burning heat too. Seeing her impending anger, I knew the consequences of pushing her too far. So, I wisely withdrew my legs, but still gave her a gentle push with my toe behind her high heels.

With a "snap," one of Zhao Zhiwen's high heels was knocked off by my foot, making a crisp sound on the marble. Taking off her black pointed-toe high heels, I immediately smelled a mixture of leather and foot odor. Perhaps the indoor heating was too high; her thermal stockings seemed slightly damp, clinging awkwardly to her jade-like feet. Through the damp stockings, I could clearly see her toenails were painted a bright purple. Zhao Zhiwen, now embarrassed by her lost heel, had her lovely foot dangling in mid-air, unsure where to put it. Forgetting my anger, she deliberately coughed, pretending to spit, and leaned down to locate the high heel. Then she stretched out her beautiful leg to reach for it.

Her short skirt billowed as she leaned, revealing her alabaster-white thighs slightly parted. In my sidelong glance, I saw the smooth, silky skin of her thighs. Just as her silk-stockinged feet were about to reach the shoe, I kicked it from below, sending the high heel to my side, making it completely out of her reach.

Chapter 193.
I leaned back a few feet, finding a suitable angle to observe the every move of the silk-stockinged beauty, Zhao Zhiwen. Her face was tense, and she stretched her feet as straight as possible, her delicate toes curving downwards like a blooming lotus flower, pink and white, her small feet forming a beautiful arc, without a trace of bone. Her silk-stockinged feet dangled under the table, trying to find the high heel I had already snatched, rubbing it back and forth on the clean floor several times without success.

She frowned slightly, glancing down at me, and was momentarily stunned. Her shoes, which had been there moments before, were nowhere to be found. When she realized the high heels were with me, she immediately understood. Seeing my gaze lingering on her delicate feet, so close, she felt my burning gaze beside her. A slight blush rose to her fair cheeks, and she involuntarily opened her mouth, but remained silent.

The security personnel below, who had been whispering amongst themselves, were alarmed when she suddenly stopped talking. They assumed something was wrong and fell silent. Even those who had been dozing were woken up by their neighbors, wiping the drool from their mouths and staring blankly at the stage. One of them, barely alive, muttered, "The meeting is finally over!" His voice was particularly loud in the quiet atmosphere. Everyone wanted to laugh but dared not, wanting to see how Zhao Zhiwen would make an example of her. Everyone present knew her reputation; this beautiful woman was not to be trifled with.

At this moment, Zhao Zhiwen was also somewhat desperate. Her imposing aura weakened, and she opened her mouth slightly, unable to speak. She was shocked, annoyed, ashamed, and indignant. If it were any other time, anyone who dared to disrespect her like this during a meeting would be humiliated. But this scoundrel on stage was making her anxious and unable to continue the meeting. She suddenly spoke up, "Let's discuss what just happened and come up with a plan. Each village has a different situation, so you need to analyze specific problems on a case-by-case basis." Her lips moved slightly, as if she wanted to say something but hesitated. Then, she pretended to flip through her speech notes, ignoring my gaze.

But soon, a blush rose from the base of her long, pink neck to the base of her ears, because her beautiful stockinged foot was dangling in mid-air, unsure of where to put it. I stared at her delicate little foot, so white and tender, it was irresistible. If there weren't so many people below, I would definitely have squatted down and touched it.

An idea struck me, and I quickly wrote a few words on the paper in front of me and quietly pushed it to her. Zhao Zhiwen turned her head, puzzled. She frowned sharply, but forcibly suppressed her anger. Whether from shyness or genuine indignation, her pretty face was as red as a ripe apple, her teeth unconsciously biting her lower lip. Her expression, though not deliberately feigned anger, was full of the allure unique to a mature woman.

The line I wrote on the paper read: "Director Zhao, your jade feet are really sexy!"

My eyes swept over Zhao Zhiwen, seeing her dignified and aloof demeanor beside me, helplessly at my mercy. A strong sense of accomplishment welled up within me, along with an even stronger desire to conquer. I wrote another line on the paper: "Do you want your shoes?"

She saw the words on the paper and instinctively felt a surge of joy, but then realized I wouldn't give up so easily. She couldn't believe she'd been threatened by this bastard. Thinking this, Zhao Zhiwen felt a deep sense of humiliation, yet she also felt an unprecedented powerlessness. This left her mind in turmoil. She opened her eyes and looked at me, forcefully adding a sentence to the manuscript: "Wang Hao...give it to me! Give it to me!"

She used two exclamation marks in a row, and the last dot even tore the paper, showing the force she used.

Seeing her slightly flushed face and pleading eyes, yet her gaze was filled with such indignation, I could only continue, disregarding her feelings. I knew she must hate me to the core now, wanting to kill me; giving up halfway would only make things worse.

I quickly wrote another sentence afterward, which further agitated her, making her eyes even more blurry and confused. I wrote: "Then call me husband, and I'll give you the high heels." Zhao Zhiwen was a master of martial arts, and with the Zhao family's repeated secret probing, I was certain of her identity, so I decided to flirt freely, without any qualms about it.

She shook her head in embarrassment and anger, refusing to agree to my request. She'd lost her husband before even getting married; she'd probably never utter that word again. How could she possibly ask me to say it? That's why I wrote it that way.

"Wang Hao, stop this nonsense, give me the shoes now," Zhao Zhiwen wrote on the manuscript, suppressing her anger and pleading.

"Wang Hao, give me the high heels, and I'll let bygones be bygones; otherwise, don't blame me for being impolite." Seeing my rudeness, her gaze gradually turned cold, and I suddenly felt the temperature drop several degrees. This was a sign a woman was about to lose her temper. I was startled and quickly added: "Mind your image. This is a conference room; everyone's watching." I was betting she wouldn't dare to confront me in public. After all, she needed to maintain an image in front of her subordinates. If people knew I dared to flirt with her like this, how could she face the police station afterward? Besides, I had something the Zhao family wanted; she naturally wouldn't dare offend me easily. I believed that after weighing the pros and cons, she would definitely compromise.

"Hmph," she snorted coldly, but then relaxed and quickly wrote: What exactly do you want?

Many observant people in the audience had already noticed our unusual behavior. We kept pushing the papers on the table back and forth. Although we were sitting on the stage, a few feet taller than the crowd, they couldn't see us clearly, but they could still tell from Zhao Zhiwen's unpredictable eyes that this woman was angry. Coupled with her occasional glances at the audience, seemingly conveying some message, our teasing actions became increasingly enigmatic. Considering she had asked the audience to discuss it, clearly wanting to see everyone's reaction, those "observant people" actually started discussing even more enthusiastically. Zhao Zhiwen and I, of course, had no idea what they were thinking; if they had, I probably would have laughed until my stomach hurt.

"Call me 'husband,' and I'll give it to you." I remained unmoved, then watched her subtle movements. It turned out that when my gaze shifted upwards, she secretly stretched out her jade-like leg again, attempting a feint to reveal her high heels. Her

smooth, moist leg stretched across my legs, pulling open her short skirt, creating an indescribable allure and arousing a desire to explore its depths. Perhaps sensing my burning gaze, Zhao Zhiwen's body trembled even more violently. She immediately sensed something amiss and tried to pull her leg back, but I wouldn't let her have her way. I abruptly wrapped my legs together, trapping her stockinged feet between mine once more.

Zhao Zhiwen's legs were incredibly soft, feeling almost weightless between mine. The instant our skin touched, her body trembled slightly, and she tried to pull back, but I held her even tighter, preventing her from moving. Her face flushed crimson. She glanced at me, and seeing me still solemnly watching the crowd below, seemingly oblivious to anything, she felt a surge of annoyance. Secretly, she reached out and pinched my thigh hard.

Naturally, I didn't refuse her offer. I reached down with my left hand and grasped her hand that was ravaging my leg, gently kneading her delicate hand. Although it wasn't as full and smooth as her feet, the soft, tender touch easily aroused a primal urge.

This work is exclusively published in text form on 16knovel.com. Reproduction or excerpting without permission is prohibited. For more of the latest and fastest chapters, please visit… Zhao Zhiwen's hands and feet were bound, and the most private parts of her body were being so violated. Her body trembled involuntarily, as she hadn't had such intimate contact with a man in decades. At the same time, a strange feeling welled up inside her—a very familiar pleasure. For a moment , she forgot to resist.

I also came to my senses. She hadn't resisted. The gentle touch in my hands made my heart tremble; it felt so comfortable. My gaze involuntarily moved downwards. In Zhao Zhiwen's slight struggle, her short skirt had been pulled up to her thighs, and the thin, transparent stockings were clearly visible. Just then, Zhao Zhiwen reacted, and with a sudden movement, her white panties were revealed, her thighs right before my eyes. I froze. The smooth, soft touch made my heart race even more.

Zhao Zhiwen, oblivious to the angle, struggled helplessly, allowing the man's rough clothes to fully enjoy the smooth, silky flesh of her legs. Especially the inner thighs, so delicate and tender, were rubbed back and forth by me without restraint. The strange sensation of the friction made her body tremble, and her initial resistance and humiliation gradually weakened. She pretended to be nonchalant and continued talking to me.

"Let me go. When we're alone, I'll call you 'husband'," she said. Although she didn't even want to write the word "husband," she knew that if I continued like this, she would be embarrassed. So she agreed now and would settle things later when no one was around.

I knew exactly what she was planning. Since she hadn't turned on me after what she'd done, I was even more confident. With my right hand, I wrote, "Okay, but I need some interest first." As I spoke, I led her hand towards her inner thigh.

"Ah..." Her delicate body trembled violently, letting out a soft gasp. To outsiders, it seemed as if my writing had merely moved her, but little did they know the shame and sorrow of her most private area being suddenly attacked. She felt utterly humiliated, as if her chastity, which she had guarded for so many years, had been violated.

I gently pressed her delicate hand against the base of Zhao Zhiwen's thigh through her stockings. Although she struggled, she couldn't let anyone see it in front of so many people, so she could only slightly resist. Yet, her legs trembled slightly under my caresses, and her lower body gradually became wet. The heat in her heart grew wildly, like crops watered with fertilizer.

"No way!" I was shocked. I hadn't expected this dignified, stocking-clad beauty, the director, to be so aroused by my caresses in public. I stared at her in astonishment; her head was bowed low, her flushed cheeks radiating a wanton aura. This would make any man proud, and a sense of conquest slowly welled up within me. My eyes blazed with desire, and I instantly wanted more.

"Bang!!" Just as my thoughts were racing, Zhao Zhiwen suddenly erupted, slamming the folder in front of her onto the table. The previously chaotic meeting room fell silent instantly; even the breathing of those below could be heard clearly. Even a fool could see that Zhao Zhiwen was angry, and no one dared to utter a sound that would provoke her.

My hand froze, I didn't dare move, my mind blank. She actually dared to retaliate; I had underestimated this woman. A slight pang of regret rose within me; I had been too reckless, not understanding this woman enough.

"That's all for today's meeting. Everyone go back and prepare. We'll wait for the police station's call. The meeting can now be adjourned. Assistant Wang and I will review the list again." She raised the folder high and then gently lowered it. My heart settled on the ground with her gesture, and I became even more unrestrained and at ease. I buried my jade-like hand deep into the mature yet youthful and vibrant body of the beautiful female police chief. Zhao Zhiwen never expected that I would be so bold as to molest her in such a public setting. At this moment, my strange hand, which was frequently moving around her inner thigh, made her inner thigh feel warm and cozy, as if a continuous stream of heat was emanating from there, and through her underwear, it enveloped her sensitive forbidden zone (excerpt)... She bit her lip hard, and the tears in her eyes seemed about to flow out.

"Chief Zhao, Chief Jiang said something on the phone about not having anything, but did he have a specific appearance of the fugitive? That way we can have something to match when we get back." At this moment, a security chief sitting in the front row stood up and asked. The previously noisy crowd stopped and looked at the two people on the stage.

"Ah..." Zhao Zhiwen had relaxed a bit when she saw everyone leaving, so she didn't hear what he said. Seeing everyone looking at her, her mind was in a mess, and she could only stammer, "I didn't hear very clearly that day. Let Assistant Wang speak."

"Ahem..." I cleared my throat and said, "Chief Jiang didn't give a specific description of what the fugitive looks like. Our Luzhen is only so big. If you see any suspicious strangers, just report them to the police station. But be careful not to alert them. This group of fugitives has committed multiple murders along the way. To avoid unnecessary casualties, everyone must be careful."

Chapter 194
After my explanation, they all understood the general situation. Seeing that Zhao Zhiwen didn't speak, they all got up and left. In less than a minute, only the two of us were left in the conference room on the top floor.

"Let go of me!" Hearing the footsteps fading away at the door, Zhao Zhiwen suddenly reacted, violently reaching out with her only movable right hand to attack my neck.

I was immediately startled; this woman had really gone berserk, launching a deadly attack right from the start. I quickly wrapped my hand around her jade-like arm and gripped it tightly, grabbing her right hand as well.

"What are you doing? Let go!!" she cried out hastily, "If you don't let go, I'll call for help..." I pressed her body against the conference table, her hands struggling incessantly, trying to break free from my embrace.

"Call me 'husband'..." I was certain she wouldn't dare to shout loudly. I watched as a fine sheen of sweat appeared on her rosy cheeks, and as she struggled, a large expanse of her snow-white chest was exposed, her shapely breasts heaving rapidly, drawing my gaze to the deep, unconcealable cleavage between her full, high breasts, to peek into her alluring bosom.

"Don't even think about it!" she gritted her teeth angrily. "Wang Hao, let go of me right now... Don't go too far!" Her breath grew increasingly rapid from her delicate nose and mouth, her clear eyes misting over with moisture, looking alluring as if they were about to drip water. Seeing me press down on her, she panicked and retreated towards the table to avoid my pressure.

I followed closely, my knee pressing against her long, slender thigh, slowly pressing my body down, pinning her arms to the table in a V-shape, my face close to hers, feeling the hot breath from her nostrils. Looking at her trembling, soft pink lips, I leaned forward, ready to pluck this tempting red cherry. Zhao Zhiwen quickly turned her head, hiding her side from me, but I took her round, jade-like earlobe into my mouth, licking and sucking it incessantly with my tongue.

It was like a muffled thunderbolt striking her. Her earlobes were steamed by the heat, especially the fine downy hairs on them, which became wet and itchy. She felt a tense, tingling spasm and tremble as if she were in a storm. "Bastard, let me go..." Zhao Zhiwen finally couldn't bear it anymore and let out a pleading voice from her cherry-like mouth, which was biting a lock of hair. Her trembling, beautiful body began to rub against my magnificent body, trying to turn me over.

Little did I know that such actions would only fuel my most primal urges. I kissed her warm ear, my tongue leaving a cool, damp trail as I gently kissed her slightly flushed cheek, then looked up to observe her closely. Seeing that I didn't move, Zhao Zhiwen quickly turned to look at me, her white teeth clenched tightly, her eyes filled with anger and disdain, as if to say, "What else can you do besides bullying women?"

Actually, I really hadn't planned to do anything. After all, she was from the Zhao family, and I didn't dare to force myself on her. I had only intended to punish her just now. Now, seeing her defiant eyes, I felt somewhat helpless. Letting go now would be tantamount to admitting defeat, so I had no choice but to continue with the original script: "I'll give you a chance. Call me 'husband,' or I'll eat you up right here on this table." With a cold laugh, her legs were forcefully spread apart, my gaze lingering on her elegant neck. I tightly restrained her limbs and slowly brought my face close to her neck.

"You bastard...husband..." She trembled all over after shouting those words, her hair stood on end, and she felt ashamed beyond words. She sobbed and begged, "Let me go now."

"What did you say? I didn't hear you clearly..." I loved seeing her shy look, and I didn't want to let her go so quickly. I continued, "Your shout just now sounded like you were going into battle, completely devoid of emotion. Try saying it again..." As I spoke, my lips moved to her neck, kissing down her smooth, moist skin. The delicate, beautiful woman's translucent, snow-white skin had turned a captivating peach-red. Her charming yet slightly resentful expression fueled my already rising desire, making my blood boil. I pressed my head against her full breasts through her clothes, feeling a soft, tender surface, distorted by my pressure, like a lump of dough embedded in my face.

Zhao Zhiwen forcefully suppressed her inner moans, her pretty face already as red as a ripe apple. At this point, she had no choice but to suppress her fear and shame, her cherry lips parting slightly as she cried out, "Husband... let me go..."

I released her, immediately jumping back a few steps, fearing a sudden attack from Zhao Zhiwen. But her beautiful body trembled slightly, her legs went weak as if she had lost all strength, and she slid down to the ground, covering her face with her hands, and began to cry silently...

"Are you alright..." I saw her trembling shoulders and the soft sobs escaping her lips, and realized I had gone too far. After all, Zhao Zhiwen was just a woman.

"Get out..." she shouted without raising her head, then remained squatting there, crying.

I took a step forward, feeling a pang of guilt, and patted her shoulder, saying, "I'm sorry, I was just... damn it, you bitch..." Unexpectedly, Zhao Zhiwen suddenly grabbed my wrist, and with a swift movement, her high-heeled foot kicked my knee hard. The intense pain made my knee buckle, and I half-knelt on the ground. She held my right hand tightly behind my back, making me wince in pain.

I had underestimated this woman. I hadn't expected her to come up with such a scheme in such a short time. First, she presented herself as a weak woman, then suddenly attacked me when I was off guard. Now I was subdued by her, without even a chance to fight back.

"Bastard... today you're in my hands, see how I deal with you..." she gritted her teeth, her face filled with humiliation. What had just happened was a humiliation she had never experienced before, and now she was going to get her revenge.

"White," I suddenly turned my head and said.

"What?" She didn't react for a moment.

"I meant your underwear," I replied with a grin. Since I was half-squatting on the ground, and she was standing to my side, looking up at a 45-degree angle, I could clearly see the white thong with bows adorning the sides of her thighs. The thong was very sheer and had a cleavage, vaguely revealing the most intimate part of this young woman's body.

"You…" Seeing my lewd gaze, she instinctively tightened her thighs. In her flustered state, I suddenly shouted, "Xiao Liu, how did you get in here?"

(This work is exclusively published on 16knovel.com. Unauthorized reproduction or excerpting is prohibited. For more latest and fastest chapters, please visit ah.) Normally, she wouldn't fall for my trick, but in this tense moment, remembering that the meeting room door wasn't closed, she instinctively looked towards the door, her grip loosening slightly. I struggled, and she tumbled out, covered in dust.

"You..." Seeing me escape again, she was helpless this time, glaring at me hatefully: "One day I'll make you pay."

"I already know," I said, my eyes fixed on the corner of the table, highly focused, afraid she'd kick me in the groin again. "But there's something I forgot to tell you," I said with a grin.

"What?" Zhao Zhiwen's face turned ashen.

"Your underwear seems a little wet..." I said, then fled.

"Wang Hao, I'm going to kill you..." she screamed immediately, completely forgetting that someone would hear her.

Zhao Zhiwen stayed in the conference room for a few minutes before calming herself down. She picked up the high heel, hurriedly put it on, and left the conference room.

She felt a chill in her groin, cursed under her breath, and went into the bathroom, locking herself inside.

Lifting her skirt to her waist and spreading her legs, Zhao Zhiwen's thin, white panties, already soaked with water, clung tightly to her skin. Her right hand slipped inside, exploring the full, smooth flesh, arousing endless longing and fueling her fantasies. In an instant, she recalled her earlier lewd behavior, her body trembling slightly, her skin temperature rising. Her long, slender legs pressed tightly against her hand, a strange, stimulating sensation uncontrollably surging through her, clearly revealing her inner excitement and unease.

"That bastard, I'll make him pay!" She dared not continue, hurriedly grabbing a tissue to wipe her inner thighs, then quickly pulling up her panties and leaving.

Although she tried to avoid thinking about it, the man's rough behavior kept replaying in her mind all afternoon, slowly aligning with the image in her mind—it seemed the strong man in her erotic dreams the previous night was him.

As a normal woman, it's impossible for her not to think about men. However, family rules and the subservient attitudes of the men around her completely extinguished her interest. Especially since those men were all so respectful to her face, yet secretly eyed her, showing absolutely no manly spirit.

She could only secretly imagine the man of her dreams. Her requirements weren't high; she only needed a strong body. She didn't care about his rank or status, as long as he wouldn't be subservient to her because of her position.

Such a man existed, but she had never met him, at least not in Deer Town. The death of her fiancé hadn't dealt her a heavy blow; rather, it felt like a relief. Although she knew people cursed her behind her back, calling her a jinx, she seemed completely unconcerned. Deep down, however, she longed for a man to rescue her, to pull her out of this misery. Watching her youth slip away day by day, the man she waited for never appeared, while everyone around her was paired off. This slowly made her feel cold and disgusted. She felt that God had been very unfair to her, especially when she saw men behaving so subserviently towards her, which she found extremely repulsive. But ultimately, she was a woman. Although she loathed men during the day, at night she couldn't suppress her normal physiological needs. Countless times in her dreams, she fantasized about her man conquering her with his strong body, bringing her to orgasm repeatedly, and finally lying comfortably in his arms, snuggling up to him and letting him hold her for life, whispering sweet nothings in her ear that she would never tire of hearing.

Before she knew it, she was over thirty, yet she had never met the man she had imagined. She was gradually beginning to lose hope. But just now, when Wang Hao humiliated her in front of everyone, she felt as if she had been struck by lightning. The feeling in that instant was definitely not just humiliation, but an indescribable sensation. Although she didn't know what it was, at that moment she felt a strong urge for Wang Hao to completely possess her, right there in the conference room, in that empty room, to brutally conquer her… So when Wang Hao released her, she felt incredibly disappointed, yet also incredibly yearning—a desire that surpassed anything she had ever craved before.

Unbeknownst to her, it had already darkened outside. She realized that she had spent the entire afternoon sitting in her office, doing nothing, her mind completely consumed by thoughts of this man.

How could I be like this? Thinking of her family's mission, her mind cleared a bit. She realized she had never been so easily swayed by emotions before, and Zhao Zhiwen felt a chill. She could only comfort herself, "There's nothing strange about this... Any woman would experience emotional fluctuations in this situation. I've encountered similar cases before. As for me, it's just that I haven't been around men for a long time... Maybe it's because his gaze is too domineering, too aggressive, that I'm a little uncomfortable!"

But was this man really not afraid of her, or was he just a naive young man unaware of her power? Even without her family's orders, Zhao Zhiwen had developed a deep interest in this man.

She had learned from her niece that with the recent expansion of university enrollment, graduates were finding it increasingly difficult to find employment. Without connections, many university graduates could only be assigned to state-owned factories on the verge of bankruptcy, while very few could get jobs in government departments. She had already investigated Wang Hao's family situation; his parents were just ordinary workers, yet he had been appointed as an assistant in Luzhen. My brother said that people in the county were also paying close attention to him. All these signs indicated that he must have something special about him, and the road construction in Luzhen proved this as well.

After work, she couldn't help but glance down at the duty room, but to her disappointment, she only saw Xiao Liu and two colleagues playing cards. The man had already sneaked away, and there was no trace of him to be seen!

Zhao Zhiwen thought with a touch of melancholy, "I hope that man saw those things and doesn't disappoint himself." A smile slowly appeared on her lips, reminding her of the trap she had set, and she wondered how he would escape.

Chapter 195
When I passed by Sister Juxiang's shop, I unexpectedly found Liu Qingqing standing by the counter, looking at a book with a bored expression.

"What are you looking at?" I leaned forward and said, pressing my cheek against hers.

"Ah!" she exclaimed, and when she saw it was me, she immediately pounded her chest and said, "You scared me to death! You walk without making a sound, and what are you wearing?" She found it very strange that I was wearing a police uniform.

"Oh, it happened at the police station. Where's Sister Juxiang? Why did she let you watch the shop?" I stepped behind the counter, inhaling her fragrance, my large hand already touching her jade-like leg. Liu Qingqing was dressed the same as before, in a knee-length cotton skirt, perfect for our actions.

"You're going to die... What are you doing? My aunt is still sleeping inside, let go!" She hurriedly tried to dodge, but I squeezed her into a corner.

Ignoring her protests, I slipped my left hand inside her short skirt, tracing the smooth, velvety flesh of her thigh. Her thigh was very sensitive, roaming over the soft skin. Her smooth legs trembled slightly under my caresses. Liu Qingqing's delicate body went limp, and she softly leaned against my counter, a faint pink blush spreading across her fair cheeks. Her watery eyes shimmered with alluring charm. Knowing she couldn't take it any longer, she quickly grabbed my hand and pleaded, "Let go! My aunt will be up soon, not now!"

I loved seeing her shy like this and didn't want to let her go so easily. I continued, "It's okay, the door inside is closed... we'll know if she moves."

"That still won't do..." The unusual stimulation made her groan.

"So soft, so fragrant, so smooth... you are truly a natural beauty, without a trace of frost." I stroked the smooth, delicate outer thigh of Liu Qingqing, my hand moving upwards until it reached her panties. Through the thin fabric, I teased her inner thighs in every way. This teased her so much that she could barely breathe, only letting out muffled groans, as if she were ill. Her delicate body writhed like a snake. My hand skillfully parted the edge of her panties and slipped inside, touching a soft, furry surface. My fingers slid effortlessly to her wet, sensitive spot, and I quickly realized that her intimate passage was already soaking wet.

"Tsk tsk, Qingqing, you're not afraid of your aunt anymore, you're all wet now." I pulled my hand out and teased her, holding it up to her nose. Liu Qingqing blushed deeply, her flawless white skin turning pink. She punched my body and said, "You bastard, you just know how to bully me, you just know how to bully a little girl like me..."

I looked around and saw that it was already dark. There was no one on the street. I grabbed her from behind and started blowing hot breath on her sensitive earlobes, while my hands were in front of her through the wool... I roughly kneaded her already conquered breasts a couple of times, then asked with a smile, "Are you still a little girl?"

Liu Qingqing's body suddenly heated up, her round, plump buttocks pressing tightly against the heat behind her. She involuntarily bumped her hips, saying angrily, "It's all your fault! You made me lose my virginity! You'll make me pay..."

Seeing her leaning shyly against the counter, her face flushed to her ears, letting me take liberties with her, I laughed. Before Liu Qingqing could react, my hand slipped under her skirt again, pinching and kneading the tender flesh at the base of her thighs. While caressing her, I leisurely observed Liu Qingqing's expression. Her exquisitely beautiful face was flushed red, her charming, pure eyes closed shyly, filled with coquettishness and tenderness.

Just then, footsteps approached from the roadside. Liu Qingqing quickly stood up straight and whispered in alarm, "Someone's coming! Let go!"

I removed my hand from her upper body, but the groping hand lingered inside her skirt, causing Liu Qingqing to plead hastily, "Let go quickly, I'll let you touch me again later..." The pleasure in her inner thighs made her twist her waist restlessly, panting heavily.

"It's alright, you can't see..." I said, raising my voice. Just then, the person who had come was at the door—an elderly woman in her sixties. She leaned on her cane and walked to the counter. Seeing Liu Qingqing, she said, "Juxiang went out? It's almost dark and you're not even turning on the lights. The richer you are, the more frugal you are..."

Old people usually like to nag. Liu Qingqing, while tightly clamping her legs together, said, "My aunt is sleeping inside. What do you want?" Worried about being discovered, she leaned close to the counter and subtly nudged me with her elbow, trying to stop my indecent behavior. But my hand only intensified, giving her waves of pleasure. If it weren't for the presence of strangers, she would have screamed out loud, silently cursing me in her mind.

Once the old woman's footsteps were no longer audible, Liu Qingqing immediately pulled my hand away, angrily scolding, "You bastard Wang Hao, you're so shameless! How can I be human after being defiled like this by you?" Then, with a snap, she turned on the light, preventing me from succeeding.

"Hehe, who told you to be so pretty? I get itchy if I don't touch you for a day." I found her coquettish, slightly angry look incredibly alluring and arousing.

"Go touch your Li Jing," I said. Women love compliments, and Liu Qingqing was no exception. Although she looked angry, hearing this lewd man praise her actually made her feel a little proud, and she forgave him for his earlier embarrassment.

Just then, another person came to buy salt. Seeing that I wouldn't get anything good to eat if I stayed any longer, I said goodbye to Liu Qingqing and left. When I got back, my sister-in-law and the others were busy cooking. As soon as I entered the house, the phone rang. It was the police station calling about my shift that night.

My sisters-in-law brought the dishes to the table and asked about the phone call earlier. I recounted what had happened that afternoon, then looked at the two beautiful women and said, "I can't sleep with you two tonight..." "

Pah, who asked you to..." They both blushed instantly. I chatted with them for a while, then, seeing that it was almost time, I got up to go to the meeting place. But as I reached the door, my sister-in-law called me back. She was holding a coat and said, "It's cold tonight, put this on." Although I'm not afraid of the cold, I knew it was her thoughtfulness, so I kissed her on the lips and said, "I'll let you enjoy yourself when I get back..."

"Get lost, you jerk." She touched my lips and stood at the door, watching me leave in a daze.

When I arrived, I found four people already there. They were all huddled together, looking incredibly bored. Finally, someone suggested playing cards, and Xiao Liu immediately pulled out a brand-new deck of cards from the table. I thought it would just be a casual game, but everyone kept complaining that playing cards without a stake was pointless. They eventually agreed on a 1.5 yuan per round, just for fun, a stake that everyone could accept.

However, after only a few rounds, I realized they were all acquaintances. I was just a sucker, and their obvious willingness to let me win immediately pissed me off.

Actually, playing cards is mainly about having fun. I've been a seasoned card player since college, and I've encountered this kind of situation many times. I admit that after practicing a mental technique, my mind is more agile. From the moment I receive a hand of cards, I'm 90% sure whether I'll win or lose. Therefore, I fold very decisively, and once my opponent plays a card, I rarely have time to think; I just throw out my own. It's simple, and their plays are rarely unexpected.

I'm 100% confident when it comes to playing cards. In fact, I've always been very confident in myself—you could call it arrogance. I have complete faith in my judgment, and I rarely make mistakes when playing cards. Confidence is essential for everything; otherwise, nothing else matters.

At school, I generally don't let myself lose money playing cards, but I also don't win too much. I occasionally let them win a few rounds, because everyone comes from different parts of the country to study, and it's not easy. They work themselves to the bone for a little extra living expenses each month. If they really lose too much, they'll definitely get angry. And when I win, I usually buy some watermelon or drinks, and we eat and drink together before settling the bill. That's why they all like playing cards with me. I'm quite popular in university. First, I don't have that naive, clueless look that some students have when they first arrive at university, and I quickly integrated into the group. To be honest, there was another student from Ruzhou who came with me. We both graduated from high school, but he was completely out of place. When others smoked, he would always hold a book to his nose and mutter to himself, which annoyed everyone. We're all going to university, no one's inherently superior to anyone else. It's all about how you get by. Even the senior students who taught me initially admired me. I've always believed that if you're going to do something, do it well. Actually, playing cards is the best way to see through a person; you can tell a lot about their character from their card-playing style.

"A pair of 10s, nobody wants them, right?" I spat out my cigarette, now just a butt, onto the ground, stomped on it, and chuckled at the three people on the table.

"Next, a King, and you're not going to take it? Heh, if you don't take it, I'm leaving... A pair of 4s." I said, throwing the cards on the newspaper.

"Damn, I think everyone in our group is smarter than you. You've figured out all the cards, and I'm stuck with three Queens. I should have played them." Big Yellow Teeth from Zhao Village threw down his cards angrily.

"Heh, hesitation only leads to trouble. You still have two single cards, you're definitely going to win. Pay up!" I lit another cigarette and quickly started shuffling the cards.

Is he even thinking straight? "Hmph," I chuckled inwardly. If my master knew I was using my brain on cards, I wondered if he'd laugh or cry.

"Little Liu, it's the end of the month today. Want me to take you to the outskirts of town for some fun after you get paid?" Big Yellow Teeth teased Little Liu, who sat below, with a hint of excitement.

"Go away, don't corrupt the kids. Assistant Wang and Little Liu are only nineteen," the thirty-something-year-old security chief scolded from the side.

"Look at Assistant Wang and the others, don't they look like kids? They're not even as good at cards as you, the gambling king..." Big Yellow Teeth kept going on and on.

After winning five hands in a row, they realized how good I was at cards and stopped treating me like a sucker. At this point, three more people arrived. Seeing that more and more people were joining, I gradually let them win a few hands. Finally, I seized an opportunity to leave the table, then used the few dozen yuan I won to buy some late-night snacks and a case of beer, which I took to the office. Everyone started drinking.

Smoking and drinking go hand in hand, and gradually we opened up to each other. They quickly developed a liking for me, and I consciously began to steer the conversation toward the legends of Deer Town. After telling a story about the Loch Ness Monster, I brought up the ancient tomb that the country had recently excavated, where a mummy that was thousands of years old looked as if it had just been buried.

"Nothing strange about it..." Big Yellow Teeth started talking, "More than ten years ago, when I was in my twenties, Old Rascal from our village somehow dug up a grave near General's Saddle. There was a young woman buried inside, a really pretty one, and she smelled wonderful. Old Rascal told us he even groped her breasts a few times, and then stripped her naked, not even leaving her clothes behind. But who knew that just a few days later, Old Rascal died? It's really weird. I heard that everything they dug up was taken away..." My heart skipped

a beat. Now, I always think carefully about anything related to General's Saddle, so I casually asked, "It must have sold for a lot of money, right?"

"Yeah, they gave us over a thousand yuan back then. That was more than ten years ago! Now it'd be worth at least ten thousand yuan. A guy from our village was greedy and went to dig up a grave near General's Saddle too, but he didn't even find the grave. Instead, a big rock smashed his skull open, and he died on the spot."

"That place is weird; it's best not to go," someone else added.

"What are you all doing? We told you to do night patrols, and you're hiding here drinking." A few men were chatting and drinking when Zhao Zhiwen suddenly appeared at the door. She had changed into her police uniform. The loose uniform, while concealing her curvaceous figure, only fueled my desire with her dashing appearance. Thinking of the erotic scene from that afternoon, I couldn't resist bringing my hand to my nose and smelling it. Zhao Zhiwen happened to look in my direction, and her face flushed instantly; she clearly understood what I meant.

"It's just that it's cold at night, so we're having a few drinks to warm up. We didn't drink much, just one bottle each," the old security chief quickly explained, knowing Zhao Zhiwen's temper.

"Hmph, did you notify everyone on the first and second night patrols?" she sneered, then turned to ask Xiao Liu.

"Yes, we notified everyone," Xiao Liu hurriedly replied.

"Clean this place up. If you want it to look like this, go to room 201 and get your flashlights and batons." Zhao Zhiwen glanced at me through the crowd again, and seeing that I was still grinning, she didn't want to stay any longer and walked out.

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