[Urban] Urban Loss of Virginity (Complete) - Chapter 36

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Chapter 8 Fatal Encounter
Xiaoya left home and sat in her car for a while, lost in thought.
She wondered if she should go to the head office, as there were still some things to take care of.
But she really didn't want to run into Zihui at the company today.
The few words she'd heard from the bedroom that morning seemed to instantly reveal Zihui's "true colors."
No wonder Gao Yan couldn't establish herself in the company back then.
It was laughable that she had once idolized Zihui, feeling uncomfortable whenever Gao Yan spoke ill of her in front of her. But what shocked Xiaoya the most was what Zihui said about her mother. These words filled her with renewed doubt.
The meaning behind Zihui's words was obvious, but how could she have done such a thing? Why would she have such thoughts? Could it be…? Xiaoya couldn't help but recall several mornings when she had seen Shang Rong come out of her mother's bedroom. At the time, she hadn't thought much of it; in her mind, how could her mother have done *that* with Shang Rong? Later, she noticed that Shang Rong and her mother's relationship had become very close. At the time, she was secretly pleased, believing that family members should be affectionate. However, she still felt that her mother had changed in some ways, though she couldn't quite put her finger on what. Sometimes it was a casual remark her mother made to Shang Rong that sounded a bit too ambiguous to Xiao Ya; sometimes it was her mother's concern for men that made her feel it crossed the line between mother-in-law and son-in-law; even sometimes it was the look her mother gave a man at the dinner table… Despite these doubts, Xiao Ya couldn't believe such unimaginable things could happen to her mother unless she saw it with her own eyes.
Today, Zi Hui's words forced Xiao Ya to re-examine everything she had witnessed.
As she considered the deeper implications, Xiao Ya's hands trembled slightly on the steering wheel, and her face flushed red. This reminded her of her father, of the unbelievable stories her mother had told her, and of those nights when she was completely unaware, how her father had slipped his hand under her covers… Could such shameful things really happen every day? Thinking about all this, Xiaoya's heart trembled slightly, her body burning with heat, and she felt a fine layer of sweat seeping from her skin. She was even secretly surprised by her own feelings.
When her mother told her about the bestial acts her father had committed against her, she felt nauseous for days. That sense of shame was like a heavy burden, suffocating her.
But why did the thought of possibly sharing a man with her mother generate such a strong stimulation and excitement in her subconscious? Zihui said she was deliberately keeping him on tenterhooks, but did she really have those thoughts? How many times had she been like an undefended city, nakedly luring him to attack, only to have him always back down at the crucial moment, to the point that she was almost developing feelings of inferiority?
Now it seemed that everything was due to his relationship with her mother.
He had already slept with her mother.
He had already pinned her down and done it to her! His reason for letting her go wasn't a sudden pang of conscience or any sense of guilt, but rather waiting for the right moment to let her slowly understand his relationship with her mother, test her limits, and finally willingly accept the reality of mother and daughter sharing a husband. That
's just the kind of person he is; he never forces women to sleep with him. He prefers women to open their hearts on their own before taking over the passage connecting their souls.
For a moment, Xiaoya let out a painful yet exhilarating groan.
"Qi Xiaoya!"
A melodious female voice sounded behind her. Xiaoya felt as if she were in a dream, not even aware of when she had parked her car at the company entrance. She turned around slowly in front of the company, staring blankly at the smiling, beautiful young woman.
A stranger.
Never seen her before.
Was she calling her? "
Xiaoya, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?
" The young woman walked up to Xiaoya, examining the girl's face with concern, almost reaching out to touch her forehead.
Xiaoya felt the young woman's voice was familiar, but she couldn't quite place where she had seen it before.
Seeing the girl's eyes seem to have regained their sparkle, the young woman smiled and said, "Don't guess, this is our first meeting.
Let's get acquainted, my name is Li Manyuan.
" "Li Manyuan!" Xiaoya instantly remembered who this woman was. Yes, they hadn't met before, but after that person's face was burned, it was this woman named Li Manyuan who called her and urged her to go to the hospital to see the person.
What? Was she still not giving up? Still trying to meddle and bring father and daughter together? What was her relationship with that person, and why was she so concerned about her? Looking at the complex expression in the girl's eyes, Li Manyuan thought that this girl wasn't as innocent as she appeared; she was definitely the kind of person who was both sensitive and meticulous.
That was quite like her father, though she wondered if she had inherited his fiery temper.
In an instant, Li Manyuan recalled her childhood and youth; she seemed to see her own long-gone self reflected in the girl's eyes.
“Xiaoya, I’m your father’s colleague. Can we find a place to talk?”
Having noticed the girl’s conservative and introverted personality, Li Manyun adopted a more serious tone.
“Did he send you?”
Xiaoya asked coldly.
Li Manyun smiled faintly and said with a slight pout, “I always act according to my own will and am not instructed by anyone.
” Xiaoya stared at the young woman for a while, feeling that the woman’s eyes had a penetrating power. Just being stared at by those eyes made her secrets burst out like a deflated balloon.
“What can we talk about?”
Xiaoya resisted the woman’s attraction and reluctantly resisted.
“Let’s talk about women’s topics.
” Li Manyun said with a smile, “Of course, you can’t really be called a woman yet, but we definitely have common topics.
Come on, get in my car. If you don’t want to talk, just consider it a walk to clear your head.
I can tell you’re thinking.
” With that, without the girl’s consent, Li Manyun reached out and hooked her arm, leading her to her car.
Xiaoya seemed to have lost her mind; her legs followed the woman uncontrollably. She nervously glanced back at the company building, as if afraid of being seen. A strange feeling lingered in her heart, as if she were doing something shameful, and every window of that building was a pair of watchful eyes, observing her willingly embarking on the path of losing her virginity.

Chapter 9: A Natural Flow
These days, Qi Shundong was in a good mood.
Although he hadn't been officially appointed as the director of the Municipal Public Security Bureau, he was already playing a leading role in many matters.
Most importantly, he had the support of Li Changnian from the Provincial Department.
This was evident from the last case analysis meeting. Although Zhang Aijun still disagreed with him, his opinion was ultimately approved by Li Changnian.
Li Changnian only offered words of comfort out of consideration for Zhang Aijun, but his attitude was clear, especially regarding the work of the Zheng Gang task force. Although Zhang Aijun was still the team leader, it was merely a nominal position; all command had been transferred to Qi Shundong.
This transfer of power can be seen from Zhang Lang's smooth appointment as the deputy captain of the criminal investigation team.
Of course, there's also Chen Guodong, who's Zhang Aijun's man, but he's been marginalized and can't be too obvious about it yet. However, removing this obstacle is only a matter of time.
Furthermore, Qi Shundong's life has undergone significant changes.
A few days ago, he made Li Manyuan cry and scream for the first time on the large bed he and Zhu Hong had slept in at home. From that day on, Li Manyuan officially moved into Qi Shundong's house. Although they haven't gone through legal formalities, they are practically a couple.
What excites and surprises Qi Shundong most is that Li Manyuan not only doesn't resent his unusual sexual orientation, but also deliberately caters to his shameful desires in bed.
Initially, Qi Shundong carefully hid his shameful side in bed, but as their physical contact increased, he couldn't help but reveal his wild desires whenever he reached orgasm.
Once, just as he was about to ejaculate inside a woman, he could no longer control his perverse desires and finally, with his neck craned
back, cried out his daughter's name without restraint. Unexpectedly, after a brief stiffness, Li Manyu's body went limp, her arms tightly wrapped around the man's waist, arching her soft body. The increasingly intense throbbing continued for several minutes, until Qi Shundong collapsed on top of her. Even then, she clung to him tightly, trembling like a feverish patient.
From then on, Qi Shundong had no more reservations. Since Li Manyu had accepted his unique sexual practices, this became a forbidden game between them.
In fact, from the first time Qi Shundong possessed Li Manyu, he discovered she was a sensitive woman. Such women's sexual desires didn't stem from physical stimulation but were entirely dependent on emotional connection.
Li Manyu's willingness to offer herself was due to her inner longing for a powerful man. Such women desired both a man who loved them like a father and a strong man who would have them.
As it turned out, Qi Shundong's judgment was correct. Their game hadn't even lasted a few days when Li Manyu cried out for him as her father during a climax.
Not only that, but Li Manyu was no longer limited to the roles men designed for her in bed. She constantly invented new tricks, scenarios, and positions, a variety that not only dazzled Qi Shundong but also thrilled him to the point of ecstasy. Each time he watched the woman beneath him gradually sink into the imagined, chaotic world of their desires, Qi Shundong became aroused again and again, as if experiencing a second spring in his physical life.
The only regret was that Li Manyu wasn't Xiaoya, not his biological daughter; otherwise, how happy Qi Shundong would be.
Li Manyu drove Xiaoya around the streets, finally parking in front of a high-rise apartment building.
Xiaoya knew this building was called Fontainebleau, one of the most luxurious apartments in the city.
Her dream had always been to own a place there someday.
With her changed status, Xiaoya was no longer satisfied with living in Shangrong's old house. Although she now controlled the finances of the cultural company and was fully capable of buying an apartment,
Qiaofei was the company's financial manager. Every penny of her money went in and out under her watchful eye, and if she didn't tell Shangrong beforehand, he would find out sooner or later.
Xiaoya couldn't fathom the man's thoughts. Sometimes she felt that he doted on her, and he shouldn't object to buying an apartment, but she couldn't bring herself to say it to him.
Later, the mother and daughter moved into Shangrong's house, and the matter was put on hold.
At this moment, Li Manyun brought her to the apartment building, and Xiaoya couldn't help but have second thoughts. Judging from the conversation between Zihui and Qiaofei that morning, it would be best for her and her mother to move out of there as soon as possible. This way, she could maintain her independence and avoid so much gossip. At least she could keep out of sight of those ambiguous matters. Also, if the man really was having an affair with her mother, living independently would at least prevent the family scandal from being exposed.
Thinking of this, Xiaoya blushed again.
“Come on, let’s go upstairs and have a seat.
” Li Manyun glanced at Xiaoya, not understanding why the girl was blushing for no apparent reason, and said casually.
Xiaoya bit her lip and didn’t speak, but silently followed the young woman into the foyer.
The luxurious decoration of Li Manyun’s apartment and the stylish, high-quality new concept furniture dazzled Xiaoya.
She couldn’t help but think: Since this woman is that person’s colleague, isn’t she a policewoman? Although that person has become the bureau chief, how could her previous home compare to this policewoman’s apartment? But this policewoman is indeed quite beautiful, there must be a wealthy man behind her spending money on her, otherwise, with a policewoman’s salary, she could never afford this apartment
in her entire life. Thinking of this, Xiaoya couldn’t help but sigh deeply. Although this policewoman is quite beautiful, how can she compare to her youthful beauty? She also has a wealthy man behind her, but what does she have besides a nominal manager title? In the end, he still ends up empty-handed. Even a man has to share with other women. Heaven is truly unfair.
Li Manyuan took two cans of drinks from the refrigerator, looking at the girl standing in the middle of the room, her expression shifting constantly. Seemingly understanding the girl's thoughts, she smiled and whispered, "Is this a birthday present from my father? I don't usually live here; the house is too big, and it feels too empty living alone. Please sit down!"
A birthday present from her father? What does her father do? How could he afford to buy such a luxurious apartment as a gift for his daughter? It's certain she's rich, but more importantly, her father treats her so well. Thinking of this, Xiaoya felt a pang of sadness, her eyes reddening, filled with jealousy towards the woman before her. Chapter 10 Psychological Shock "Xiaoya, I'm going to marry your father.

"
Li
Manyuan's blunt statement startled Xiaoya.
Marriage? Suddenly, it all seemed to click.
No wonder she called and asked me to go to the hospital to see that person; it turns out the two of them are already... But, the age difference between her and that person is too great! Hmph! It's not just the bureau chief's title that attracts her; it's not the man himself, but the power he wields.
Xiaoya suddenly felt contempt for the woman in front of her.
She probably brought me here to act as a go-between for that person. Hmph! The old man seems to still have designs on her; if it weren't for blood ties, he'd be happy to see Shang Rong kill him.
"What does your marriage have to do with me? You're not trying to invite me to your wedding, are you?"
Xiaoya said disdainfully,
not even glancing at the woman.
Although Li Manyun was mentally prepared, the girl's straightforward answer still made her a little embarrassed.
It seems this little thing hasn't been properly tamed by Shang Rong yet; she's still very wild. How could Qi Shundong have such a prickly daughter? But today, she wanted to confirm something with the girl, so she wouldn't bother with her for now. There's plenty of time; she'll smooth out this little cat's fur sooner or later.
"Xiaoya, I didn't mean anything by it.
I just wanted you to know.
After all, you're his only family." Li Manyun said, almost ingratiatingly.
Family? Xiaoya felt a surge of urge to laugh.
Did such a person even exist in the world? A beast who would harm his own daughter—to be his family was utterly disgusting.
Xiaoya couldn't help but feel a chill run down her spine.
"I don't care what you mean, just don't mention him in front of me,
" Xiaoya shrieked.
It seemed her judgment was correct, Li Manyuan thought to herself.
What exactly had Qi Shundong done to her daughter? The girl seemed to be filled with hatred, but her intense reaction showed she was still quite naive.
The old man was probably too hasty. If he had been as gentle and caring as her father, wouldn't she have obediently submitted? A daughter is her father's little darling.
Li Manyuan's mind seemed to replay the embarrassing acts her father had committed against her, sending a shiver down her spine. Her eyes softened, and she said in a hoarse voice, "Xiaoya, I know why you hate him so much.
" She leaned closer to the girl and whispered, "He...did he...violate you...I mean...like a man...violate your body..."
Before Li Manyuan could finish, Xiaoya felt a chill run down her spine. Her mind went blank, and she felt dizzy. She almost blurted out, "
This shameless bastard! This beast! He actually told this woman about this shameful thing! Good heavens, how could he be so shameless? It's one thing for him to be shameless, but he's making me lose all face!"
Xiaoya closed her eyes, unable to look at the woman. Just moments ago, she had looked down on the woman with disdain, but now everything seemed reversed.
How smug Xiaoya must be! Now it was Xiaoya's turn to despise her.
Xiaoya wished she could disappear into the ground. She wanted to get up and leave the room, to leave this woman who made her feel so humiliated, but her body was limp, as if paralyzed, and her eyes were already brimming with tears. She
weakly resisted,
saying, "You're talking nonsense...you're talking nonsense...I..." She turned and slumped onto the sofa, sobbing softly.
Li Manyuan revealed a sly smile. She got up and sat down next to the girl, reaching out to pull her into her arms, gently rocking her like a child.
Xiaoya didn't know why she didn't struggle, letting the woman hold her. All the grievances she had suffered over the years flashed through her mind, and she simply cried her heart out in the woman's arms.
She didn't know how much time had passed, but the girl's sobbing gradually subsided, her face buried in the woman's full breasts, too embarrassed to look up.
"Look at you, you've soaked your sister's clothes with tears.
" Li Manyun whispered almost in the girl's ear, her warm breath making the girl tremble slightly.
"Get up, let your sister change her clothes, okay?"
Li Manyun coaxed her like a child.
Unexpectedly, Xiaoya remained nestled in her arms, refusing to get up. Li Manyun knew the girl was delicate and still emotionally vulnerable after the emotional shock she had just experienced. Her embrace was a haven of comfort for the girl.
She gently stroked the girl's silky hair and whispered in her ear, "Xiaoya, do you know? We're really in the same boat. But I'm different from you. Not only do I not hate him, but I also..."
Li Manyun glanced down at the girl, who was staring at her with wide, unblinking eyes, as if looking at a stranger.
She understood the girl's thoughts perfectly. A desperate, lonely soul, struggling in a sea of bitterness, suddenly grasped another similar soul. Surprised, they were irresistibly drawn together, slowly pressing against each other.
"Xiaoya, our fathers aren't ordinary men. We can't judge them by worldly standards. Do you know who my father is?"
Li Manyuan said in a dreamlike tone, her eyes fixed on the girl.
Who knew who her father was? Was he also a beast like that man? So she, like herself, was also wronged by her father… But she didn't seem to hate him.
An extraordinary man? What kind of man would have such a twisted mentality? As Xiaoya's thoughts wandered, her earlier hostility towards the woman seemed to vanish in an instant, replaced by curiosity, eager for the woman to continue.
She shifted in the woman's arms, seemingly trying to make herself more comfortable, her beautiful eyes half-open, her scarlet lips trembling as she exhaled a delicate fragrance, making Li Manyuan's heart itch unbearably.
She licked her dry, hot lips and continued, "My father's name is Li Changnian, and he's the director of the Provincial Public Security Bureau.
" Xiaoya's eyes widened instantly. It wasn't the title of director that surprised her, but rather that she suddenly understood the meaning of the woman's words about "an extraordinary man."
Director, bureau chief—
both were powerful men with a strong desire to conquer, including women, including her own daughter. Wasn't that what she meant?
"My mother died when I was young, and my father loved me very much..."
Li Manyu stared blankly out the window, the girl before her seemingly no longer existing, replaced by a kind, tall figure that warmed her heart.
Amidst Xiaoya's flustered and embarrassed shyness, she recounted a heart-wrenching tale of incestuous love between father and daughter.

Chapter 11: A Predestined Marriage .
At that time, Sangong District wasn't part of the city, but a township within the county.
Li Changnian, barely in his early twenties, was already the deputy director of the Sangong Police Station—a promising young man.
At that time, many young women within the system were infatuated with Li Changnian and wished they could marry him.
Strangely, Li Changnian remained single-minded, oblivious to the advances of these attractive girls. Everyone assumed he already had someone he loved.
But who knew the hidden pain in Li Changnian's heart?
Back in high school, Li Changnian had been dating a pretty girl in his class named Wang Ping. Although boys and girls were very guarded back then, even deskmates rarely spoke to each other, and dating was considered shameful,
the stirrings of youth still had a chance to break through societal taboos.
Li Changnian fell hopelessly in love with the girl in front of him the moment she turned around.
Wang Ping, of course, understood Li Changnian's gaze. One summer evening, they met by chance in a sorghum field.
There was no passionate foreplay, no sweet talk, but instead, like two animals in heat, they panted and rolled together in a drainage ditch in the sorghum field. Finally, when the girl's clothes lay scattered at the edge of the field, Li Changnian stared blankly at the girl, her hands covering her private parts, her face flushed, her eyes tightly closed, beads of sweat rolling down his face.
Seeing his prolonged inaction, the girl suppressed her embarrassment and peeked out from behind her nose. She saw the boy's dazed expression and couldn't help but chuckle inwardly.
This silly boy was captivated by her youthful body.
A sweet feeling welled up inside her, and she forgot her shyness. She no longer covered her untouched genitals with her hands, but instead slightly parted her legs, letting them lie bare. She covered her eyes with her small hands, trembling as she peeked through her fingers at how the boy would pounce on her and tear her apart.
Sure enough, Li Changnian stared at the girl's small, delicate area with fiery eyes for a moment, then made a few cracking sounds in his throat before pouncing on her naked body like a cheetah.
While his mouth licked and bit her face, neck, and chest, he hastily pulled down his pants, pressing his lower body tightly against her soft, smooth private parts. After a series of intense frictions, a warm, wet substance covered her legs before he collapsed onto her, panting heavily. Girls
develop earlier than boys at that time. Although it was Wang Ping's first time, she knew instinctively that the boy hadn't hit her mark. She didn't feel the hardness or the legendary pain; besides the sticky substance between her legs, she felt nothing.
She couldn't help but steal a glance at the boy's crotch, covering her mouth with her hand and bursting into laughter. She saw that his penis wasn't much bigger than the ones of the naked children playing in the ditch near her house.
Following the girl's gaze, Li Changnian glanced down at his belongings, overwhelmed with shame. He jumped up, pulled up his pants, and fled in panic.
From that moment on, Li Changnian seemed like a different person. He became melancholic and withdrawn, blushing whenever he saw a female classmate on the street. The girl sitting in front of him felt like a sharp blade piercing his bleeding heart whenever she looked at him. He even became paranoid, suspecting that she had told other girls his secrets, because he felt all the girls in the class were looking at him strangely.
He even harbored a deep hatred for Wang Ping, wanting to kill her.
However, Li Changnian's taciturn nature earned him the favor of the teachers, who praised him as mature, reliable, and capable of shouldering heavy responsibilities.
Furthermore, his intelligence, excellent memory, and consistently top-ranking grades allowed him to experience a different kind of joy in success, despite the pain of his unspeakable secret.
Because of his family's patronage, Li Changnian joined the public security system after graduating from high school and quickly rose to the position of deputy director.
He often patrolled the villages in his police uniform, a pistol slung over his shoulder, attracting envious glances from young girls. Some of the bolder ones secretly wrote him love letters.
Li Changnian would often hide under the covers late at night to read those passionate words, rubbing his soft, small penis as he read. Occasionally, he would achieve a slight erection, experiencing the pleasure of release. Over the years, his collection of love letters could almost fill an album.
Perhaps it was fate playing tricks, or perhaps Li Changnian and Wang Ping had a preordained destiny in a past life.
Four years after graduating from high school, Li Changnian unexpectedly bumped into his old classmate Wang Ping on the street. Although an unpleasant incident had occurred during their school days, and the psychological impact on Li Changnian hadn't completely faded, it was all in the past. Furthermore, Li Changnian had become quite successful and wanted to regain some face in front of his former lover. When he learned that Wang Ping had suffered setbacks in her career over the years, he gradually felt more at peace.
Temporarily suppressing his jealousy, he warmly invited Wang Ping to his dormitory for dinner.
It was a gloomy night. Li Changnian bought some side dishes and a bottle of liquor from a small shop, and the two former lovers drank and chatted in the cramped bachelor apartment.
Soon it started raining outside, and Li Changnian was already somewhat drunk.
Wang Ping wasn't a heavy drinker, but she couldn't resist Li Changnian's persistent urging, and coupled with the many emotions of seeing her former lover again, she let loose and drank until she was completely tipsy.
"Changnian, why aren't you married?"
Wang Ping asked, her eyes blurry with drunkenness, staring at the boy she once knew.
Li Changnian usually dreaded this question, as it was a deep, unspeakable pain in his heart. But now, it was Wang Ping asking, and the feeling was far more complex. A
mix of emotions welled up inside Li Changnian. He had nothing to hide from this female classmate who had once revealed her virginity to him.
He sighed deeply and said, "Are you deliberately trying to provoke me? Don't you know why I'm not married?"
Wang Ping shook her head, bewildered, and said, "I haven't seen you in so many years, how would I know about you? Your standards are too high.
" Li Changnian thought Wang Ping was feigning ignorance, and he was furious. The embarrassing scene in the cornfield flashed through his mind, and years of pent-up resentment exploded. He stood up abruptly, pulled his pants down to his ankles, and brought his naked genitals close to his old lover's face, angrily saying, "You don't know... what you used to ridicule... look... who can I marry..." Without pulling up
his pants, he collapsed onto the small bed and began to cry.
Wang Ping was startled by the man's actions, and the alcohol sobered her up considerably. Her face flushed and paled in turns, and she finally remembered the time she had failed to taste the forbidden fruit.
Now she truly understood why Li Changnian had never looked at her properly since then. Her unintentional chuckle had burdened this clueless young man with such a heavy weight for so many years, almost robbing him of his masculine dignity.
In truth, Li Changnian had always been a part of Wang Ping's heart. Seeing him wailing and crying, seemingly in agony, her maternal instincts surged, and she couldn't help but shed tears. Her heart was filled with revolutionary camaraderie and love, and she resolved to use her youthful body to comfort this lonely soul that night.

Chapter 12 A Compassionate Heart
Wang Ping, filled with guilt, climbed into bed and embraced Li Changnian, exclaiming, "Oh my God! How could this happen?"
Without a care for shame, she reached down and gently massaged his limp member, kissing and licking his face, her expression like that of a long-lost couple reunited in a foreign land.
Li Changnian, like an orphan who had wandered for years, returned to his mother's embrace. He trembled, suppressing his sobs, and buried his head in the woman's soft breasts like a baby, as if searching for the wellspring of life.
Wang Ping freed one hand, pulled up her t-shirt, revealing a pair of snow-white, full breasts, and offered one bright red nipple to Li Changnian's eager mouth.
Wang Ping was experienced and naturally adept at matters between men and women. Seeing that the man had the nipple in his mouth, his body trembling like a tremor, but his lower body remained unresponsive, she knew that the man had been suppressing his desire for too long, and coupled with his excessive excitement, he was unable to achieve an erection. So she stopped stimulating him, instead holding him in her arms, letting him suckle to his heart's content while gently stroking his hair, trying to calm him down.
After a long while, Li Changnian's body finally stopped trembling under the woman's gentle caresses. His frantic sucking turned into a soft, almost imperceptible licking, and his expression resembled that of a well-fed baby about to fall into a deep sleep.
Wang Ping gently bit one of Li Changnian's ears for a moment, then asked tenderly, "Changnian, shall I take off my clothes and let you see?"
To her surprise, Li Changnian seemed greatly shocked by Wang Ping's words. He looked at the woman with horror and shook his head repeatedly, saying, "No, no... it's no use... I can't..."
Wang Ping wasn't in a hurry. She leaned in and gently kissed the man's face, then slowly moved her lips to his mouth, lightly licking his lips with her tongue, and whispered in a sweet, fragrant voice, "Who said you can't? You definitely can. You know, many people were like us back then... You can definitely do it today... Don't you think I'm pretty?"
Li Changnian looked up at Wang Ping with a puzzled expression. For the first time today, he felt that the woman's face, so close to his, was incredibly beautiful, even more alluring than her innocent appearance during his school days.
Especially the breast he had just been sucking, swaying before his eyes, so white and full, the nipple swollen and wet from his sucking, gleaming alluringly under the light.
Li Changnian gradually felt a warm current slowly rising in his lower abdomen, and the long-dormant desire for a woman deep within him stirred like a fine thread.
He asked timidly, his voice hoarse, "Pingping, I...I really can..."
Wang Ping kissed the man's lips and said gently, "Of course.
" Then, blushing, she continued, "If you look at my body...you'll..."
A wave of shame prevented Wang Ping from finishing her sentence, and she buried her head in the man's chest.
Li Changnian seemed to have regained his vitality, and he hugged the woman tightly, hurriedly saying, "Pingping, let me see your body..."
But Wang Ping turned her delicate body around, facing away from the man, and said coquettishly, "Hmph! Who am I to you? Do you think you can just look at me like that? You saw me when I was sixteen, but then you ignored me..."
Her voice choked up as she spoke, as if Li Changnian had heartlessly abandoned her.
Li Changnian lacked experience with women, and hearing her plaintive lament, he felt a burning desire to expose his own heart to her. He stammered, unsure what to say, but the fire within him seemed to burn ever brighter.
Seeing that the person behind her had fallen silent, Wang Ping secretly regretted bringing up the past. So she moved back a little, pressing her plump buttocks against Li Changnian's groin and gently swaying them. She turned back and gave him a charming, seductive look, saying with endless resentment, "How can you be like this... always expecting others to take the initiative... can't you just..."
As she spoke, she arched her buttocks back a few times, and suddenly felt something slightly hard pressing against her backside. She was overjoyed and no longer cared about being reserved. She reached out and unbuckled her belt, pulling her pants down to her thighs, exposing her pert, snowy buttocks to Li Changnian's eyes.
Li Changnian had never seen such enchanting scenery in his life. Last time, he had only caught a fleeting glimpse of a woman's body in the cornfield. Now, a naked, white, beautiful buttock was right in front of him, within reach. How could he not be aroused? He said, almost in tears, "Pingping, I... really... please help me..."
Although Wang Ping had sexual experience, she was not yet a mature woman. Hearing the man's plea, she was caught in a dilemma. If she was too proactive, he might look down on her in the future. But if she didn't take the initiative, all the results she had just achieved might be wasted. She should strike while the iron was hot.
Wang Ping blushed, biting her lip as she turned around. Her captivating eyes glanced at the man as she removed her remaining clothes, speaking with boundless shyness, "You...you must remember today, I...I've given you my clean body twice..." She
was now completely naked, just like in the cornfield last time, her legs slightly parted. This time, however, she was revealing a patch of already cultivated land. She still symbolically covered her eyes with her hands, peeking through her fingers to see if the man's manhood had truly improved. Upon seeing it, she felt a slight disappointment. While his manhood did have a somewhat wobbly appearance, in Wang Ping's eyes, it was rather ordinary. Nevertheless, it was still a miracle.
She decided to give him some confidence first.
Wang Ping looked at the man staring blankly at her lower body and said in a coquettish voice, "Changnian...come quickly...you're ready...come climb on top of me...be my man..."
At the woman's repeated calls, Li Changnian gathered his strength, quickly stripped off his clothes, and threw himself on top of her without hesitation, repeating a few vow-like murmurs.
"My good Pingping...in this life I..."
With Wang Ping's help, Li Changnian barely managed to penetrate a woman for the first time in his life. Although he didn't last more than two minutes, it was enough to make him cry again with excitement.
Wang Ping pretended to enjoy it, while worrying in her heart whether the little bit of toothpaste the man squeezed in would cause her trouble. She then comforted herself, thinking that maybe it didn't even go in. Fortunately, she was no longer a virgin, and her area was relatively loose; otherwise, today's result might not have been any different from what happened in the cornfield.

Chapter 13 Abrupt End
Wang Ping's half-drunk, half-awake offering finally made Li Changnian barely become a man.
That night, the two barely slept. It wasn't that Li Changnian's virility had returned, but rather that he constantly expressed his passion for the woman with his hands and mouth, repeatedly uttering vows of gratitude. Wang Ping had become a goddess in his eyes.
The next day, without any permission from his family, Li Changnian went to meet Wang Ping's family.
In reality, Wang Ping's so-called family consisted of an elderly woman who was almost paralyzed in bed. As for Wang Ping's parents, the old woman, whether unwilling to discuss them or due to her age, couldn't say for sure.
Now, seeing this handsome young man willing to marry her granddaughter, she was naturally overjoyed. Moreover, this young man was already a prominent figure at such a young age; it was truly a blessing from her past life that her granddaughter could find such a marriage.
Returning from Wang Ping's house, Li Changnian was blinded by happiness, completely disregarding his own influence and status, and began living a life of luxury with Wang Ping and her husband.
However, the eyes of the masses are discerning. In those days, how could two unregistered individuals sleep in the same room? Wasn't that indecent? A couple with higher moral standards wrote a letter of complaint to the police station, demanding serious punishment for these two immoral bourgeois elements.
If it were anyone else, they would probably have been punished long ago in response to the demands of the masses.
The problem was that Li Changnian was no ordinary person; his father was the vice-chairman of the provincial revolutionary committee at the time. To punish Li Changnian, they first had to ask the old man's permission; otherwise, who would have the guts? So, the report went up the chain of command, finally reaching the old man's hands. The old man held the report, weighed it for a long time, and then, in front of everyone, flew into a rage. He immediately ordered the car to be prepared, ready to break his good-for-nothing son's leg. However, his subordinates pleaded with him, and his wife wept, saying, "What young man doesn't make mistakes?" Even God forgives the mistakes of young people. If a leader doesn't allow young people to make mistakes and resorts to methods like breaking a dog's leg at the drop of a hat, can he still be considered a Marxist? After much persuasion, the old man reluctantly agreed to give his wayward son a chance to reform
. However, considering the negative impact this matter had already had on the local area, Li Changnian was transferred back to the Municipal Public Security Bureau for closer supervision and rehabilitation. A week later, Li Changnian's mother personally traveled to Sangong Township. She first gently persuaded her son to prioritize his career, never mentioning his relationship with Wang Ping. After convincing him to return to the city, she summoned the highest-ranking local government official. The township-level officials, upon seeing this wealthy woman from the provincial capital, were terrified and dared not utter a sound, meekly promising to work on the woman's mindset.
What they actually did afterward, even Li Changnian didn't know.
Li Changnian heeded his mother's advice. By nature, Li Changnian was a rational man; he wouldn't let a woman jeopardize his future.
Meanwhile, although he liked Wang Ping, the physical adjustment period was over, and emotional longing couldn't be a reason for him to stay. Besides, his mother had said that if that woman truly loved him, she would belong to him no matter where he went. Why not take this opportunity to test their loyalty?
So, Li Changnian spent several days persuading Wang Ping, and incidentally, enjoyed the woman's tender body one last time. He repeatedly comforted himself, telling himself that ultimately, he couldn't fight city prejudices.
On a drizzly morning, after making a heartfelt vow to Wang Ping, Li Changnian bid farewell to his tearful lover and resolutely embarked on his journey back to the city… Xiao Ya was deeply moved by Li Manyuan's story. Although it was the 21st century, she was still captivated by that simple love story. Unfortunately, a cell phone ring interrupted Li Manyuan's narration.
While Li Manyuan went to another room to answer the phone, Xiao Ya was still sorting through the story in her mind.
Clearly, this story isn't over yet. Li Manyun only mentioned that her father was forced to leave his lover. Did the two reunite later? Or did he marry someone else? Otherwise, where did Li Manyun come from?
If Li Manyun was born to Li Changnian's later wife, then she wouldn't need to tell this tragic love story. It seems this woman named Wang Ping has a history with Li Changnian, and she's most likely Li Manyun's mother.
Xiaoya's meticulous reasoning isn't actually for the sake of a complete story, but rather to connect it to a previous point about Li Manyun: why did Li Manyun have that relationship with her father...? This is the key question Xiaoya wants to understand.
“Xiaoya, I’m so sorry.
” Li Manyuan walked in from outside and said, “There’s an urgent matter at work that I have to go to right away.
” Xiaoya felt a slight disappointment, but she could only stand up and say, “Then I’ll go first.
” Li Manyuan walked up to Xiaoya, reached out and brushed a strand of the girl’s hair behind her head, and said softly, “I’ll call you when I have time. No matter what happens between your father and me, I hope we can be friends.
When we meet next time, you’ll understand why we’re in the same boat.
” Xiaoya nodded, hesitated for a moment, and said, “Don’t tell him about us.
” Li Manyuan smiled and said, “Why should I tell him? Our affair is a secret between the two of us.
” Xiaoya blushed upon hearing Li Manyuan’s words, feeling that the young woman’s words had a hint of ambiguity.
But she couldn’t quite put her finger on what it was.
However, no matter what, Xiaoya felt that at least she and this woman had no conflict of interest. After losing Qiao Fei and Zi Hui, she really needed someone like a sister to confide in. Thinking this, she was already looking forward to their next meeting.

Chapter 14 Capture the King to Catch the Thief
Green leaves finally sprouted on the branches of trees along the street.
The late spring sunshine was exceptionally bright, and the pedestrians on the street walked in the sunlight, all looking cheerful.
Qi Shundong stood by the window of his office, leisurely smoking and watching the passersby on the street. The tender green was pleasing to the eye.
However, thinking about the phone call Zhang Lang had just made, he couldn't help but feel depressed.
Zhang Lang told him that since the Zhang Ming incident, they still hadn't found Shang Rong's whereabouts. The criminal police had investigated Huiya Company and the entertainment city, but hadn't found any valuable clues.
In fact, apart from two minor shareholders, almost all the assets of Huiya Company and the entertainment city were under Lin Zihui's name, meaning that Shang Rong had no connection with the company at all.
Therefore, some measures against Shang Rong couldn't be linked to the company.
Qi Shundong was annoyed by this.
It seems Shang Rong has severed all ties with the company. Although Lin Zihui is Shang Rong's mistress, there are no legal provisions regarding mistresses. If she continues to cause trouble for Huiya Company, it might give others grounds for criticism. However, Zhang Ming's disturbance at the harem and shooting of the police station chief have already caused a huge uproar, drawing high attention from both the provincial and municipal governments. Now that he is handling the case entirely, he needs a proper explanation.
If he ends it hastily, what will become of his reputation? This time, he can't shift the blame to Zhang Aijun.
However, his original plan was to arrest Zhang Ming's wife first and then observe the situation. But Lu Feng disappeared the day after Zhang Ming's death, which must have been a pre-planned conspiracy by Shang Rong. Therefore, arresting Lu Feng in a short time is impossible.
Suddenly, Qi Shundong gritted his teeth and made a risky decision.
If all else fails, he'll arrest Shang Rong first.
Only by arresting Shang Rong, a somewhat well-known and wealthy man, can the case be compared to the major case that has occurred. Arresting a few petty thieves won't be enough to satisfy him.
Even if nothing is found, it will prove his resolve and let everyone know he's serious,
not just going through the motions to fool the leaders.
Besides, Zhang Ming and Shang Rong have intricate connections, so taking measures to investigate Shang Rong is perfectly justifiable.
Who knows, they might even get some clues out of him; at the very least, it will teach Shang Rong a lesson and curb his arrogance.
Qi Shundong subconsciously touched his cheek where fish soup had been splashed, and immediately made up his mind.
Qi Shundong quickly walked to his desk and dialed Zhang Lang's number. For some reason, he felt a little nervous. A dignified police chief feeling nervous about arresting a petty thug?
He found it somewhat amusing.
So, while Zhang Lang answered the phone, Qi Shundong took a deep breath and commanded with a strong voice, "Concentrate all your forces now and find Shang Rong at all costs. Detain him immediately upon discovery.
Remember, keep it a secret.
" After hanging up, Qi Shundong suddenly wondered if Shang Rong had heard something and run away.
He remembered mentioning at the case analysis meeting that he intended to arrest Shang Rong; perhaps some scoundrel in the bureau had passed the message on to Shang Rong.
If Shang Rong really did hide somewhere for a year or two, wouldn't he lose his opponent? This little rascal, when you don't want to see him, he's always there, but now that you really want him to appear, he's vanished without a trace. "
I don't believe you'll abandon those beauties,"
Qi Shundong thought, his mind in turmoil.
Qi Shundong was truly Shang Rong's confidant.
After spending some time bored hiding in the villa, Shang Rong sent Jianbin into the city to gather information. However, Jianbin's reports indicated that the Public Security Bureau seemed to be making little move, and even Li Qing was unaware of any activity by the Criminal Investigation Team.
Shang Rong's mind began to wander, and she decided to go home to check on things.
She had spoken too harshly that morning, and who knew how chaotic the women were now? At least showing her face would offer some comfort.
Men are a woman's pillar of support; without a pillar of support, a woman can't even tell which way is which.
Shang Rong tried to find excuses to go home, but he knew in his heart that the biggest reason he wanted to go home was because his pent-up desire hadn't been released for a long time. He didn't know why, but despite what had happened, his desire hadn't been affected at all; in fact, it had become even stronger. If he didn't release it soon, he might just go upstairs and sleep with that pretty pregnant woman.
That day, Jianbin came home and said that the police weren't going to the company or the entertainment center anymore, and business was proceeding as usual.
He also told Shang Rong that Zhang Ming's ashes had been sent back to his hometown by the company, and the company had given his family 500,000 yuan.
Of course, all of this was said quietly when Lu Feng wasn't around.
Lu Feng seemed to trust Shang Rong quite a bit. Since she knew the man would come back sooner or later, she decided to stay in the villa to focus on her pregnancy. Besides, the spring scenery in the suburbs was beautiful, and the air was fresh—there was no better place for a pregnant woman and her baby. And besides, what could she do when she was married to a gangster? Ever since Shang Rong told her about the advanced deeds of Italian Mafia women, Lu Feng had come to see her husband and the men in front of her as gangsters.
However, Lu Feng wasn't averse to the mafia. She used to watch gangster movies often, and the bosses and such in those films seemed quite humane. The only downside was the risk of being arrested by the police, but that was unavoidable; what in this society isn't risky? "A man's life is either success or death"—that's what those big shots say.
Another reason Shang Rong wanted to return to the city was for Lu Feng's sake. Lu Feng's due date was fast approaching, but given her current status, she couldn't risk being admitted to any hospital in the city.
Therefore, Shang Rong wanted to contact an experienced midwife. Zi Hui had no experience in this area, but Zhu Hong and Aunt Yang had both given birth and might be able to help.
Shang Rong dared not be careless about the child in Lu Feng's womb; this was something Zhang Ming had entrusted with his life, and it was the last thing he could do for Zhang Ming.
So this matter could have been handled by Jianbin, but he decided to do it himself.
After careful consideration, Shang Rong gave the three people some instructions and then drove home in the bright spring sunshine to find his little beauties.

Chapter 15 Adult Games
Shang Rong arrived in the city at noon.
He dared not go home in broad daylight; if the police really wanted to arrest him, there would definitely be someone watching him at the door.
So he walked through the streets and alleys until he arrived at Gao Yan's teahouse, parked his car in an inconspicuous place, and then sat in the car observing the passersby in front of the teahouse.
However, with Shang Rong's amateur skills, even if there were twenty policemen at the door, he wouldn't recognize them unless they were in uniform.
The reason he was spying around was simply for self-comfort.
Seeing that everything seemed calm and there was no one who made him uneasy, Shang Rong put on a pair of large sunglasses, turned up the collar of his jacket, and walked towards the teahouse without looking to the side.
For some reason, Shang Rong always had a strange feeling whenever he came to Gao Yan's teahouse. It was like an unease, or perhaps he had been there before in a dream. However, the teahouse always gave him a gloomy and oppressive impression, which was why he was reluctant to let Gao Yan open a teahouse there in the first place.
Upstairs, he found almost no one drinking tea, and only a few lights were on, making it very dim.
The faint background music sounded like a requiem to Shang Rong.
Just then, a crisp voice rang out behind him.
"Sir, would you like some tea? Please come in.
" Shang Rong didn't need to turn around to know it was Ai Lin's voice.
Wasn't this little thing at school? What was she doing here?
Right, it's Sunday.
Looks like I've been living in a daze in the villa all day.
He ignored the girl and walked towards a private room, all the way to the back, where he saw an open door and went inside.
The curtains were drawn, and the lights were off, making it even dimmer than the main hall.
But for Shang Rong, who couldn't stand sunlight at this moment, this gloomy place was perfect for him.
Eileen followed him in, asking sweetly, "What would you like some tea, sir?"
He hadn't seen this beauty for a while; she seemed to have grown quite a bit, even a little taller. In the dim light, her fair face and sparkling eyes stirred Shang Rong's desire.
He didn't answer her, but instead gently touched her delicate face twice.
Unexpectedly, the girl gasped, taking a step back and exclaiming, "You… what do you want to do?"
Shang Rong was momentarily puzzled. Had the little thing not recognized him yet? He then realized that besides the dim lighting, he hadn't uttered a single word.
Seeing the girl's startled expression, a sudden thought struck him, a wicked idea welling up inside.
He darted behind her and quickly closed the door.
He hissed, "What are you doing? I'm going to rape you.
If you scream, I'll kill you.
" Eileen, of course, heard the door close behind her. Perhaps she was too terrified to turn around, her voice trembling as she pleaded, "No... big brother... I'm still young... please let me go..."
Shang Rong's blood boiled at the girl's weak pleas. He took a step forward and pulled the girl close, pressing her small bottom tightly against his pent-up desire, which had been swelling for over ten days. His hands kneaded her tender breasts.
He growled menacingly, "Are you still a child? Look... your little bottom is already sticking up... and... your breasts aren't small either... haven't you ever been with a man before?"
Eileen's small body trembled lightly, like a feather, but she showed no intention of struggling or escaping. Her breathing gradually quickened, and she panted softly, echoing the man's words, "No... just... I've been touched... Ah... my sister is coming..."
Eileen's behavior made Shang Rong even more puzzled. This little thing, though trembling, showed no fear of being raped. Had he already recognized him? Shang Rong didn't have time to think. The fire in his heart was slowly consuming his reason. He pulled down his pants and threatened in a low voice, "If you want to spare me, I'll... but you have to make me feel good first... If your sister comes, we'll rape them both!"
"Ah?" Ai Lin cried out in a sob, "I... I don't know how to make you feel good... Please don't break my body... I want to save it for my brother..."
At this point, Shang Rong was completely certain that Ai Lin knew who he was, and he felt a little deflated. It seemed that rape was about to turn into consensual rape. However, he didn't actually intend to take Ai Lin's body here. He just wanted to find some stimulation to relieve his lust. Since the girl had recognized him, he might as well let her lick him a few times. He wondered if she would agree.
So, Shang Rong released the girl's body, sat down on the chair, and pointed to his flagpole-like hardness, saying, "Since you want to save your body for your brother, I won't force you, but you have to soften it with your little mouth."
"Eileen then turned to look at the man for a while, then blushed and glanced at the nodding thing, biting one of her slender fingers in her mouth, as if weighing the terms of the deal the man proposed."
Shang Rong waited for a while and, seeing that the girl was just standing there without moving, threatened, "I'll count to three, and if you still don't want to, I'll strip you naked and put it inside you. I'm starting to count now, one..."
Shang Rong was about to continue counting when he heard Ai Lin say coquettishly, "You're so annoying... You don't even wash... You smell so bad, who would give you that..."
Hearing the girl's words, Shang Rong almost fell off his chair. Since the girl didn't want to play the role anymore, what was the point of him performing a solo act? His lustful desire couldn't be ignited anymore. Instead, he felt embarrassed and casually stuffed that ugly thing into his crotch.
He chuckled dryly, "Hehe! Eileen, you recognized your older brother a long time ago, didn't you?
" Eileen turned away from him, letting out a coquettish hum, "I didn't recognize him, I smelled him.
" Shang Rong jumped up from his chair, pulling the girl's soft body into his arms again, pecking at her petal-like lips a few times, and shamelessly asked, "Little darling, what do you think of your brother's smell..."
Eileen wiggled her little bottom and said coquettishly, "Stinky...so stinky..."
The girl's seductive manner aroused Shang Rong's lust again, and he pressed against her soft belly, saying anxiously, "You little thing smells so good, so good, I'll feed you this stinky thing sooner or later..."
Just as Eileen was being coquettish, the door to the private room was suddenly pushed open, and Gao Yan appeared before them like a goddess. She glanced coldly at the man and girl who hadn't had time to separate, and said indifferently, "Eileen, you go out first, I have something to say to your older brother."
"Eileen seemed ashamed, covering her burning face with her hands and fleeing out the door.
Shang Rong saw Gao Yan's stern face and cold expression, and initially thought she was jealous, but upon closer inspection, she saw that Gao Yan's eyes were filled with tears, a sorrowful expression on her face.

Chapter 16 Teahouse Ecstasy
"Such a big thing happened and you didn't even tell me."
Gao Yan stared at Shang Rong with a mixture of hatred and resentment, asking, "At least I..." She
choked up and couldn't continue. If it were any other woman asking about Zhang Ming at this time, Shang Rong might be very angry, but Gao Yan was different, because Shang Rong knew that Gao Yan had truly loved Zhang Ming, but Zhang Ming didn't have the courage to love his boss's woman. Before, Shang Rong didn't say it, but in her heart, she always thought that Zhang Ming used her as an excuse because he thought Gao Yan was too bad. But later, when Zhang Ming actually married a pregnant woman, Shang Rong changed her opinion and believed that Zhang Ming didn't marry Gao Yan because she had been kind to him." If it weren't for the importance of the matter, Shang Rong would have told Gao Yan about Zhang Ming right then and there. However, he thought Gao Yan would eventually find out through other channels, so it was better to know later than sooner. Therefore, he didn't see Gao Yan before going into hiding. However, Shang Rong wasn't one to sit there and let a woman berate him. Seeing the woman's accusatory expression, he took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and pondered how to deal with her accusations. "
The dead can't be brought back to life. Telling you will only add to your futile sorrow. I know you've always loved Zhang Ming
," Shang Rong said preemptively before the woman could speak. Sure enough, Gao Yan blushed and hurriedly defended herself. "
Don't wrong me! I swore an oath to you..." "Oh! What oath did you swear? I don't remember,"
Shang Rong feigned ignorance, trying to divert Gao Yan's attention. Gao Yan was impatient and became agitated when a man acted unreasonably. "
I...I said..."
Suddenly, she saw a malicious smirk on the man's lips and immediately realized he was deliberately teasing her, trying to coax her into repeating that shameful vow. So, she tumbled into his arms like a whirlwind, angrily pounding his chest with her small fists, sobbing, "I love him, I love him, just kill me too!"
Hearing the woman's rambling, Shang Rong understood she suspected him of killing Zhang Ming. Enraged, he grabbed her slender waist, laid her across his lap, and began to whip her balloon-like buttocks, cursing as he did so, "You little bitch, I'll teach you to love...he's dead...go ahead and love him! You prefer a dead man to a living person, you're shameless, aren't you?"
Gao Yan hadn't expected the man to suddenly lash out. She felt a sharp pain in her buttocks from the beating and immediately regretted her tactless words. She had only intended to offer some words of comfort, but instead, she had provoked him. However, Gao Yan had a slightly masochistic tendency; being pinned to her knees and having her buttocks pounded like this created a strange feeling within her. She felt weak and numb all over, powerless to resist. She could only whimper and let the man slap her, her beautiful hair hanging to the ground, her clothes bunched up, revealing a slender, snow-white waist. This sight reignited Shang Rong's lust, and the force in his hands gradually weakened, eventually turning into kneading her plump buttocks. Suddenly, Gao Yan felt a hard object rapidly swelling in her chest. Her mind flashed back to the scene of Ai Lin and the man's intimacy in the private room. It seemed the man hadn't yet satisfied himself. From the hand on her buttocks, Gao Yan sensed she was about to get herself into trouble again. However, it had been a while since she'd been with a man, and once the desire within her fermented, it was almost uncontrollable. At this moment, she no longer cared about the dead Zhang Ming. Gao Yan laboriously raised her head, looking at the man with seductive eyes, and said, "I'm just a little slut... I'm shameless... Hit me hard... I won't blame you even if you kill me..."
She then wiggled her plump buttocks as if begging the man's storm to come even faster. Shang Rong was already insatiable with desire, and facing this heap of flesh and blood, how could he resist? However, he had no intention of catering to the woman; if she told him to hit her, he wouldn't. His already unzipped pants were already showing signs of erection. He would let Gao Yan continue what Ai Lin hadn't finished. "
Suck it properly for me."
Shang Rong said, manipulating Gao Yan's body as he shouted, "What if I see Zhang Ming in a couple of days and I wonder which man's thing you'll be sucking?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he felt himself entering an incredibly warm passage. The torment of so many days finally brought some comfort, and the anxiety he had been feeling for a while gradually relaxed. Women really are the best tranquilizers! Shang Rong couldn't help but tilt his head back and take a few deep breaths. His violent temper towards women vanished instantly, replaced by an unprecedented longing... "
You're so annoying..."
Gao Yan said, wiping her mouth and glancing at the man with a flushed face, complaining, "You only care about yourself and don't care about others..."
Shang Rong chuckled awkwardly, "I've been holding it in for too long, I really couldn't hold it in."
Gao Yan snorted, "Everyone else only has one wife, and I've never seen you like such a starving ghost..."
Shang Rong sighed deeply, speechless for a moment. Gao Yan quickly shut her mouth, afraid that she might accidentally say something wrong and provoke the Demon King's temper again.
Shang Rong looked at the woman's aggrieved expression, his heart softening. He reached out and pulled her into his arms, saying, "Come with me tonight, are you afraid I won't kill you?"
Gao Yan said coyly, "Who wants to go with you?"
She rolled her eyes at the man and then whispered, "Come to my place."
Shang Rong shook his head, seemingly talking to himself, "Your place isn't safe either."
Gao Yan propped herself up from the man's embrace and hurriedly asked, "What exactly did you do?"
Suddenly, she saw the man's expression change slightly, realizing she had spoken out of turn again. She quickly and obediently shrank back into his arms, humming softly, "Always making me worry... I just want to know one thing... Did he... force him to do it...?"
Shang Rong looked down at the woman's determined expression, thinking that if he didn't explain this to her clearly, she would always have a knot in her heart that she couldn't untie. After all, she and Zhang Ming had been together, and the woman's determination showed that she wasn't a person who would flatter others, which showed her kind side. Shang Rong pondered for a moment and said, "Yan Yan, don't you think about it? How could I force him to do such a thing?"
"But... he... he's so timid... how could he dare..."
Gao Yan thought of Zhang Ming's timid appearance and said incredulously. Shang Rong sneered and said, "
Even a rabbit will bite when cornered. Are rabbits brave?"
As he spoke, he reached out and stroked the woman's face and continued, "I won't force anyone to do something they don't want to do, it's the same for men and women. Don't overthink it. Everyone's fate has already been arranged by God."
After saying that, he sighed and said warningly, "Remember, never mention this matter in front of anyone again. It will be good for you."
Gao Yan seemed to believe the man's words and nodded obediently. "Where are you taking me tonight?"
Shang Rong asked mysteriously. "A place you've never been before, and bring Ai Lin along too."
Gao Yan straightened up and exclaimed coquettishly, "Shameless! You just cheated on me. Do you want us sisters to share a bed tonight?"
Shang Rong looked wronged and said aggrievedly, "Go ask her if I touched a single hair on her head."
Gao Yan chuckled at the man's comical appearance and pointed to his crotch, saying, "Then why was your door wide open when I came in?"
Shang Rong said with a forced smile, "It was to welcome you."
As he spoke, he reached his hand towards the woman's crotch and whispered, "Let me see, are both your front and back doors open for your man?"
With Gao Yan's seductive cry, Shang Rong seemed to forget that danger was already lurking around him.

Chapter 17 In Full Swing
In Shang Rong's impression, all government employees worked by the hour, and the police were no exception. So, he got up before dawn, wanting to take the opportunity to go home. Looking at Gao Yan, who was still fast asleep, Shang Rong thought to himself with a smile, "That woman really had her fill last night. Who knows when she'll wake up today, but I have no choice but to get up early."
There was still no sound on the street. Shang Rong finished washing up and was about to leave when he suddenly remembered Ai Lin, who was sleeping in another bedroom. Last night, when Gao Yan reached the peak of emotional and physical pleasure, she had urged the man to go next door and bring Ai Lin over, saying she wanted to see him deflower the girl. Shang Rong naturally wouldn't grant Gao Yan's perverted request. For some reason, although he had always coveted Ai Lin, he could never bring himself to do it at the crucial moment. It was as if this girl was a delicate porcelain piece, and he was afraid of breaking it if he wasn't careful. It was like a childhood habit: the more delicious something was, the more reluctant he was to eat it, and he would try to hide it away. When he really craved it, he would take it out for a look, play with it for a while, and then continue to treasure it. Shang Rong felt the same way about Ai Lin now. The light in Ai Lin's room was dim, so Shang Rong didn't turn on the light. Instead, he walked to the girl's bedside and knelt down. He saw that the girl was sleeping soundly, her beautiful hair spread out on the pillow, her small mouth slightly open, exhaling a sweet fragrance. The blanket was pulled up to her neck, covering her entire body. Looking at the girl's unaware sleeping state, Shang Rong, despite having eaten a large meal the night before, still felt a hunger deep within his soul. He gently lifted a corner of the blanket and peeked inside. A sweet, warm breath escaped from under the blanket, like Eileen's small hands caressing his cheek. Shang Rong couldn't help but close his eyes and take a few deep breaths, his heart pounding as if he were intoxicated. The room was too dark; he could barely see anything under the blanket, but he could still vaguely make out the girl's floral tank top. The curves of her chest were shrouded in shadow, reflecting the faint light with her slow breathing. Shang Rong's eyes gleamed in the darkness. He activated every sense in his body, experiencing this incredibly sensual scene. Desire washed over his soul like a tidal wave; the intoxicating, stimulating, and unforgettable love was beyond words. Shang Rong's trembling hands gently covered the girl with the blanket. His facial muscles contorted with excitement, revealing the ugliest moment of a man's rage. As if enduring immense pain yet simultaneously experiencing intense pleasure, Shang Rong stood up, his body trembling. With an unusually strong will, he staggered out of the girl's bedroom. The spring morning air was cool and refreshing. A crescent moon hung obliquely in the sky, and occasionally a car would whiz by on the road, carrying the faint sound of voices in the distance. Shang Rong knew that only sanitation workers, mostly elderly women, could get up this early. They added luster to the city, but he would never step into the sunlight. Shang Rong's feverish mind, agitated by Ai Lin, gradually calmed down. He sat in his car, lit a cigarette, and, while smoking, considered whether he really had to risk going home. He could easily call Zi Hui to meet him somewhere relatively safe, but if he did that, he wouldn't know where to go after seeing Zi Hui, and he would never know if his own home was safe. Shang Rong steeled himself and slowly started the car. Generally speaking, Qi Shundong shouldn't have any concrete evidence of his crime. Now that Zhang Ming was dead, he didn't even have a witness, so what right did he have to arrest him? Unless he was desperate and kidnapped him like he kidnapped Zi Hui, hiding was useless; he would fall into Qi Shundong's hands sooner or later. The sky gradually brightened, and a few pedestrians began to appear on the streets. Shang Rong's house was as peaceful as ever. Two elderly women were stretching their legs, and because of the underground parking, there were few cars parked in front. Shang Rong saw the security guard come out and stand leisurely smoking at the entrance. He observed the activity in front of his house from his car, but he couldn't see any difference between today and usual. He couldn't help but chuckle at his own cowardice; perhaps he was being a little too nervous. Although he tried to reassure himself, the short walk from getting out of the car to the lobby, and then taking the elevator to his floor, felt incredibly long, making Shang Rong breathless. It was as if the police might suddenly burst out from some inconspicuous corner at any moment. Even after he took out his keys, his hands trembling as he opened the door and went inside, he leaned against the door, catching his breath for a while. Damn it, the real fear is not knowing where it comes from. Shang Rong assessed his emotions and noticed that no one in the house was up yet. These lazy women. He then checked his watch; it wasn't even five o'clock yet. Looks like he was being too diligent. This time, Shang Rong didn't sneak into Zi Hui's bedroom first. Instead, he tiptoed into Zhu Hong's room. Standing at the bedroom door, he could see the woman sleeping soundly on the bed. Slowly approaching the bed, the undulating lines under the covers gradually became clearer. Shang Rong felt a slight surge of desire as he thought of the plump, fleshy body beneath the covers. A quick glance revealed a Bible on the bedside table, its gold lettering gleaming brightly in the morning light. For some reason, looking at the Bible miraculously dispelled his desire. It seemed Zhang Caixia's efforts with women had yielded good results; perhaps one day, the woman would offer her body to God, no longer serving him. Remembering his important purpose for returning, Shang Rong reached out to wake the woman, but stopped halfway. Lu Feng's whereabouts should be kept absolutely secret; the fewer people who knew, the better. Subconsciously, Shang Rong remembered that Zhu Hong was Qi Shundong's ex-wife; the very fact of that title seemed unsettling. He decided to find Aunt Yang. Aunt Yang's bedroom was next to the study downstairs. Since her son Jianbin had followed Shang Rong, she had moved in at the master's request. Yang Sao felt deeply honored by this, because after being taken advantage of by the master of the house that time, she secretly considered herself his woman. Of course, she couldn't compare to the women sleeping upstairs, but thinking of Zhu Hong, Yang Sao felt that fate was truly unfair! Although she dared not compare herself to those younger women, how could her possessions be inferior to Zhu Hong's? Despite her feelings, Yang Sao was already quite satisfied with this ending. At this moment, Yang Sao had already woken up; she was always the first person to wake up in this room. Seeing that it was still early, she lay in bed thinking about the various chores she needed to complete that day. Suddenly, she saw the bedroom door slowly open, and in the morning light, Yang Sao was shocked to see the master of the house, like a ghost, slip in through the half-open door. Yang Sao felt a sudden panic, unsure whether to be happy or worried. The only thing she could do was quickly close her eyes and pretend to be asleep, trembling as she waited for the master of the house to favor her.

Chapter 18 A Gentle Farewell
However, how could Yang Sao's pretense of sleep escape Shang Rong's discerning eyes? Her trembling body, rapid breathing, twitching eyelids… even Yang Sao herself realized her act was unconvincing, utterly flawed. Since she couldn't keep up the act any longer, she gave up; it would be a pity if the man left. Just as Shang Rong was about to reach the bedside, Yang Sao "woke up" at the opportune moment, letting out a surprised "Ah!" and unconsciously pulling the blanket tighter around herself before exclaiming, "Mr. Shang, you… how could you…"
Before she could finish, the man put two fingers to his lips and shushed her, and Yang Sao fell silent. She watched as the man walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes fixed on her, scanning her closely. Was there even a need to ask? He was in her room at this hour to do *that*. Recalling the man's roughness on her last time, Yang Sao's face flushed, and her body became sensitive; her long-parched vagina suddenly became wet and slippery like a young woman in the throes of puberty. Although Shang Rong didn't know what the woman was thinking, he could somewhat guess her mood from her expression. Looking at her flushed face and her eyes darting around like a frightened bird, the impulse he had felt with Zhu Hong earlier surged again. However, this time he didn't want to suppress himself anymore, because this woman made him feel relaxed. Both physically and mentally, he felt superior, looking down at her as if she were merely a part of himself. "What time do
they get up?"
Having been away from home for a long time, Shang Rong was somewhat unfamiliar with his women's routines, so he asked Yang Sao in a low voice. "
Six o'clock,"
Yang Sao replied, unaware of the answer. "
Then hurry up."
Shang Rong glanced at his watch and said casually. Aunt Yang froze. Hurry up what? Get up quickly? Or… she dared not act rashly before understanding the man's meaning. Shang Rong ignored the woman, stood up, took off his pants, and moved closer to the woman's head, naked from the waist down. No words could convey the meaning as accurately as this action. However, looking at the swaying thing in front of her, she felt slightly dizzy and didn't know what to do. Shang Rong moved his body a little closer to the woman's face. He thought sarcastically, "I don't believe she hasn't done this to her deadbeat husband before." Aunt Yang had certainly done this to men before, but she had become a little rusty from not doing it for so long. It's like riding a bicycle; once you learn, you can't forget it, but if you don't ride for a long time, you'll inevitably feel dizzy when you suddenly start again, and bumps and bruises are unavoidable. Sure enough, Shang Rong wasn't satisfied with Yang Sao's clumsy oral skills. After hissing a few times, he pulled his manhood out of the woman's mouth and scolded, "Why did you bite with your teeth!"
Yang Sao was ashamed and stammered, "I rarely did this before... I'm sorry... I'll try again..."
Shang Rong had no time for training; he was more concerned with extinguishing his lust. "
You bend over, just like last time."
"Sir... please be gentle!"
Yang Sao trembled at the memory of the man's prowess last time and pleaded pitifully, "I'm old, I can't handle it like the young ladies!"
Shang Rong was annoyed by Yang Sao's nagging. He grabbed the woman, dragged her large buttocks to the edge of the bed, and thrust in without any foreplay. Yang Sao screamed "Ah!" and quickly pulled a pillowcase into her mouth. Sobbing and whimpering, she swayed her body, enduring the man's increasingly intense thrusts, until a hot stream shot into her long-neglected flower. Yang Sao pulled the pillowcase from her mouth, letting out a plaintive cry, "Sir..."
Then, as if unable to bear the weight, her buttocks collapsed onto the bed, a trembling ripple spreading across her buttocks... When Zi Hui came downstairs, she was surprised to see Shang Rong sitting on the sofa, smoking. She was momentarily confused, wondering why this man always appeared so abruptly in their home. Looking at his relaxed demeanor, he didn't seem like he hadn't been home in a long time; it was as if he had always been there, never leaving them. Before Zi Hui could react, Qiao Fei behind her gasped and jumped downstairs like a rabbit, sitting on the sofa and leaning against the man's neck, humming and muttering something unintelligible, her expression like that of a lost puppy that had caught a familiar scent. Immediately after, Zhu Hong appeared at the top of the stairs, holding a Bible. If it weren't for her pajamas, she would have looked like a female pastor about to go out preaching. She paused slightly when she saw the man on the sofa, then turned and walked towards Xiaoya's bedroom. The man was finally back; all the women were up, but Xiaoya was still sleeping in. This would displease the man. The clock on the wall pointed to 6:15. Zi Hui was about to speak to the man; Qiao Fei rubbed her face against his neck for the second time; Aunt Yang was in the kitchen just putting the fifth fried egg into a plate; Xiaoya, dragged out of her bedroom by her mother, was barefoot in her pajamas and sleepily running to the top of the stairs. The cheerful doorbell rang. Shang Rong's sixth sense instantly made a clear judgment. It seemed he really shouldn't have come home this time! He pushed away Qiao Fei, who was clinging to him, stood up from the sofa, waved to stop Yang Sao who was about to open the door, glanced at the women upstairs and downstairs, and a faint smile appeared on his lips. He said slowly, "I came back specifically to see you all, I'm leaving soon."
He then walked towards Xiao Ya and her daughter, who had already come downstairs. To everyone's surprise, he reached out and pulled the mother and daughter into his arms, hugging them briefly. Then he whispered something in Xiao Ya's ear, and Xiao Ya's face instantly turned deathly pale. At that moment, the doorbell rang urgently again, its previous cheerful tone gone, showing the urgency and domineering nature of the person ringing it. Shang Rong ignored the doorbell and went straight to Zi Hui, pulling her into a tight embrace. He whispered something in her ear, and Zi Hui's face paled. Only when Shang Rong released her did she seem to react, crying out "No!" and
clinging to him, sobbing. When the doorbell rang for the third time, Shang Rong pulled away from Zi Hui's arms, went to the door, put on his coat, and turned to Qiao Fei, saying, "Fei'er, I'm not home. You must listen to your sister Zi Hui." He then walked towards
the door. Zi Hui cried out again, "Brother Rong..."
Shang Rong's hand was already on the doorknob. Hearing Zi Hui's cry, he turned back, smiled at her, and gently instructed, "Take care of your sisters. Take care of the business."
Then he resolutely opened the door. Just as Shang Rong's sixth sense had predicted, the corridor was filled with uniformed police officers, each with a solemn expression and their eyes watching his every move warily, as if he were an extremely dangerous terrorist, with guns practically pointed at him. Shang Rong didn't bother counting the number of police officers. He simply shouted at a man who looked like a leader, "Good morning, officers! I've been waiting for you for a long time!" The women in

the
house, suddenly seeing the dense crowd of police officers at the door, realized in an instant that something serious had happened, even though they didn't know what was going on. Qiao Fei cried out "Brother!" and tried to chase after him, but Zi Hui grabbed her arm. Xiao Ya stood there blankly, seemingly stunned. Zhu Hong's eyes were slightly closed, and she muttered incantations, repeatedly making the sign of the cross with one hand, as if presiding over a funeral. Yang Sao, who had just been "nurtured" by Shang Rong, pouted, inwardly blaming her bad luck. Only Zi Hui bit her pale lips, staring at the doorway, lost in thought. The room was so quiet that you could hear several people's heartbeats. After a long while, Qiao Fei broke the silence first, shaking Zi Hui's arm with a sob, crying, "Sister, what happened to Brother Rong? What do we do now?"
Zi Hui plopped down on the sofa, and after a long pause, she said, seemingly to herself, "Quiet, let me think." Now
that the only man in the family had been arrested, Zi Hui had naturally become the pillar of the household, so several pairs of eyes were fixed on her, waiting for her to speak. Zi Hui was well aware of her current situation; the words the man had just spoken to her still echoed in her ears. It was all too sudden. Everything had happened so suddenly. Since that kidnapping, Zi Hui hadn't wanted to do anything public or in the spotlight anymore, not even bothering with her job as general manager. She just wanted to stay home quietly and do what she liked, letting the man do whatever he wanted outside. But it seemed fate was against her, destined to keep her from ever finding peace. Zi Hui's heart... Li sighed. Since men couldn't be relied on, she'd have to rely on herself. She couldn't just watch the family fall apart. How was she going to explain this to her husband when he came back? Thinking this, she glanced at each woman, and gradually a plan formed in her mind. She couldn't worry about the company matters for now; Xiaoya was most enthusiastic about the business, so she'd use her expertise. Fortunately, Fatty was there to support her, so things shouldn't be too difficult. She needed to focus on completing the tasks her husband had entrusted to her. Zi Hui stood up and, as she walked upstairs, said to the dazed Yang Sao, "Yang Sao, let everyone have breakfast first."
After saying that, he went straight upstairs. The remaining women had no appetite for food. They sat there, each lost in their own thoughts, waiting for Zi Hui to come downstairs. Among the women, Xiao Ya knew the truth best, but her mind was preoccupied with the words the man had whispered in her ear: "Your father invited me to have morning tea. From now on, it's either him or me." Why did Shang Rong say those words to her before parting? It was clearly forcing her to make a choice. If she could remain uninvolved when the two men were fighting each other, now they were mortal enemies. She had only one choice, no other. Should she watch that man destroy the man? Or should she help the man bring down her own father, even kill him? Xiao Ya was troubled by these thoughts. Perhaps she should just wait and see; maybe things weren't as serious as she imagined. But now that the man was arrested, she didn't know when he would return. What arrangements would Zi Hui make for such a large family business? Just as the group sat around the dining table, staring at each other blankly, Zi Hui appeared at the bottom of the stairs. She had changed into a business suit, looking like she was about to leave. "
Sister, hurry up and eat,"
Qiao Fei stood up and pulled Zi Hui to sit down. Zi Hui looked at the people sitting there, all looking at her expectantly, and a sense of sacred responsibility suddenly rose within her. She felt that when her husband wasn't home, she was like their parent, responsible for taking care of them. She couldn't let this family fall apart before her husband returned. "
I have a few things to tell you,"
Zi Hui said softly, calming herself. "I'm not entirely clear about Rong Ge's situation right now. But no matter what happens, we can't panic."
Looking at the pairs of eyes fixed on her, Zi Hui's confidence gradually grew. "
The police might contact us to ask questions, and I think everyone knows what to say and what not to say. I assure you, there's nothing illegal about our family business. Rong-ge probably considered this day when he transferred the shares to me. So the company's business won't be affected."
Actually, several women, including Xiaoya, assumed that Shang Rong's arrest was mostly related to the business. Hearing Zihui say this, they all breathed a sigh of relief. After all, protecting the business meant protecting their livelihood; otherwise, the family would be doomed. However, they then wondered, if the man's downfall wasn't due to the business, what illegal things had he done? Yang Sao couldn't hold back any longer and stood timidly by the table, saying, "Miss, Mr. Shang spends all day reading and sleeping, and he hardly ever goes out... Did they arrest the wrong person...?"
Yang Sao's words amused the other women, but none of them laughed out loud. Zihui said gently, "Yang Sao, as long as you do your chores well every day, Mr. Shang will definitely reward you when he comes back."
Yang Sao repeatedly said, "Of course, of course..."
It was unclear whether she meant that doing chores was a given, or that Mr. Shang would definitely reward her. Zi Hui ignored Aunt Yang and turned to Xiao Ya, saying, "Xiao Ya, I want to entrust the company's affairs to you."
Xiao Ya's heart pounded at Zi Hui's words. Her face flushed inexplicably. She couldn't help but recall Zi Hui's conversation with Qiao Fei that morning, and seemed somewhat incredulous. Could it be…? Zi Hui stared at Xiao Ya and continued, "There shouldn't be any major changes in the company, but during this critical period, I think it's more reliable to have someone from the family overseeing things. I just called Wang Shili and told him about Rong Ge's situation. Your position is the deputy general manager of the head office, so you'll use my old office. Until Rong Ge's matter is resolved, the company will temporarily refrain from investing in projects exceeding ten million yuan. You need to keep this in mind."
Xiao Ya tried her best to control her excitement, her eyes even becoming slightly moist. Family? Zi Hui considered her family. That morning, when Xiao Ya watched the man being taken away by the police, a thought flashed through her mind: Now that the man is gone, my daughter and I might not be able to stay in this house any longer. It seemed Zi Hui wasn't the kind of woman she had imagined. The man's arrest was clearly related to her father, yet Zi Hui still gave her the trust she deserved. "
Sister Zi Hui... then you..."
Xiao Ya excitedly wanted to express her feelings, but didn't know how to say it. Zi Hui seemed to understand the girl's thoughts and said calmly, "The company needs someone to manage it, and Rong Ge's affairs also need someone to handle them."
As she spoke, she turned to look at the preoccupied Qiao Fei and said, "Fei'er, the business at the cultural company is up to you. Xiao Ya is busy with the head office's affairs, so you need to take care of some of the business there."
Qiao Fei reluctantly hummed in agreement, but in this situation, she couldn't afford to throw a tantrum. Zi Hui pushed back her chair and stood up, concluding, "I hope that during Rong Ge's absence, everyone will do their best to fulfill their responsibilities. If anyone causes trouble or creates problems at this crucial juncture, regardless of what happens when Rong Ge returns, I will be the first to hold them accountable."
In an instant, Zi Hui seemed to have regained the ruthless and authoritative feeling she had when she was the general manager, making everyone in the room feel her nobility and authority.

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