[Urban] Urban Loss of Virginity (Complete) - Chapter 40 (End)

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Chapter 55.
After Zhang Aijun left, Zhong Xu sat in the living room, smoking and lost in thought. Just then, his wife, Shuyi, walked in. Seeing her husband looking troubled, she asked, "What did he want with you? Did he just want to chat?"
Zhong Xu looked up at his wife and saw that she had changed into a semi-transparent halter-neck nightgown, revealing her bare white thighs, and her hair was still wet as if she had just showered. He suddenly remembered that today was Saturday, the legal day for his "labor duty." Although the woman was alluring and sweet, Zhang Aijun's sudden actions had left her feeling somewhat listless. "What else could he be doing? Giving me a hard time,"
Zhong Xu said irritably. Shuyi didn't see the lustful look she used to have when she saw her body in the man's eyes, so she knew he was annoyed. She swayed her hips and sat down beside him, nestling her fragrant body into his arms, revealing her ample breasts. She whispered sweetly, "Tell me, what trouble has he given you?"
Zhong Xu was the kind of person who aligned himself with his superiors externally but fully listened to his wife's advice internally—a principle he'd followed for over a decade, as the saying goes: "Listen to your wife." Coupled with his thoughtful nature, he always managed to stay clear-headed in complex environments and never lost his way. Seeing her gentle inquiry, he naturally wanted to hear his wife's opinion. Looking at Shuyi's flushed face and the snow-white breasts swaying before his eyes, he felt a surge of desire. He casually grabbed one of them and began to fondle it, saying, "He actually asked me to arrange a private meeting between a major suspect and his family. This person was personally arrested by Qi Shundong. What do you think I should do?"
Shuyi giggled, thrusting her breasts higher to make it easier for him to fondle them, and whispered, "You! What's there to worry about? Just follow Zhang Aijun's instructions here, and give Qi Shundong a heads-up beforehand. Even if something goes wrong, with two bureau chiefs protecting you, what are you afraid of?"
Zhong Xu stopped. He stopped what he was doing and asked doubtfully, "Wouldn't that be betraying Zhang Aijun to Qi Shundong? If they start fighting each other, wouldn't I be in trouble?"
Shuyi gently tapped the man's forehead with her slender finger and said sweetly, "Are you silly? As long as you arrange for them to meet, Zhang Aijun will be satisfied, and Qi Shundong will only consider you one of his own. Why would he tell Zhang Aijun? Besides, Qi Shundong will naturally take precautions, so you won't risk making a mess of things."
Zhong Xu listened to the woman's explanation and remained silent. Although he felt that his wife's words made sense, he still felt that doing so would be unfair to his old leader and would also go against his principles. Shuyi could tell what the man was thinking just by looking at his expression. She gently rubbed her face against the man's neck, seemingly casually saying, "Zhang Aijun should retire by now, shouldn't he? I didn't expect him to still be so lustful at his age. Didn't you see how he stared at that woman just now, saying those inappropriate things..."
Zhong Xu suddenly felt there was something more to her words. He looked at her strangely, noticing her slightly closed eyes and one hand tightly gripping his large hand moving across her chest, as if she had suddenly remembered something terrible. "You... how do you know him so well..."
Zhong Xu couldn't help but ask. Shuyi nestled deeper into the man's arms, seemingly seeking a safer refuge. A flush returned to her face, and she trembled slightly in his embrace, turning her face away shyly as she said, "For so many years... I've never told you... I... once I went to the bureau to see you, and he... he called me to his office and almost... almost got... done with me..."
She seemed to finally unload an unbearable burden, her body collapsing limply into the man's arms as if utterly exhausted. "What did you say?"
Zhong Xu almost jumped off the sofa, grabbing the woman's soft breasts and asking in a hoarse voice, "Explain yourself! What exactly happened?"
Shuyi trembled as the man grabbed her, letting out a long moan. Her jade-like arms wrapped around the man's neck like vines, and she said with infinite grievance, "Look how anxious you are... I didn't... That afternoon I went to find you, but you were out. I ran into him in the hallway, and he asked me to sit in his office, saying he had something to tell me. How was I supposed to know he had feelings for her?" "Indecent assault. I had just entered his office when suddenly someone hugged me from behind, and a pair of large hands tightly grabbed my breasts. It was summer, and I wasn't wearing many clothes. Plus, I was suddenly attacked, and I was so scared that I didn't react in time. He just... he put his hand inside my clothes and touched me..."
As Shuyi said this, she could clearly feel the man's body getting hot, and he was breathing heavily. Her waist was being pressed against something hard, and in an instant, she became restless, twisting her legs to try to relieve the itching that was spreading through her wet passage. She hummed softly, coquettishly crying out, "Oh! My man, be gentle...be gentle..."
Zhong Xu didn't lessen the pressure; with his other hand, he ripped off the two thin pieces of fabric covering her chest, completely exposing her large breasts. He shouted, "Continue!"
The woman let out a moan, wriggling her hips against the man's crotch, panting as she said, "He...touched me for a while before I suddenly came to my senses...and started struggling...but he's so good at teasing women...making my body go weak in waves...then...then he reached down and tried to touch me there...I struggled desperately, stomping hard on his instep with my high heels. He yelled in pain and let go of me...I...only then did I escape his..." "The office..."
Zhong Xu was already aroused by the woman's story, his muscles clenching and surging with power. He suddenly picked her up and, while biting her breasts, he said sternly, "He really didn't penetrate you... Why did you only tell me today..."
The woman groaned, her voice trembling with tears, "Really... I didn't tell you... because I was afraid you'd quarrel with him... and that would ruin your... future..."
Zhong Xu carried the woman to the bedroom door, kicked it open, and threw her soft, noodle-like body onto the bed. He watched as her half-naked body bounced a few times on the bouncy bed before finally lying face down, motionless, as if dead, with only her exposed buttocks trembling slightly. Zhong Xu tore at his clothes while staring at the alluring body on the bed, hissing and muttering to himself, "Damn it! Zhang Aijun... how dare you mess with my wife..."
Then he slammed heavily onto the woman, ripped off her tiny panties, and completed his act of possession amidst her screams, repeatedly shouting, "Watch me play you to death... play you to death..." It was unclear whether he intended to play the woman beneath him to death or Zhang Aijun. (

Chapter 56: Lost Lamb)
Zhongshan Road is one of the city's busiest streets. Even on non-holidays, it's always teeming with pedestrians. Amidst this flow of people, Qi Xiaoya stands out. Her model-like figure, her trained, elegant gait, and her cold, unwavering gaze make every passing man turn back to linger and steal a lingering glance at her alluring silhouette. But who knows what this dazzling girl is feeling at this moment? This aimless wandering is a reflection of Xiaoya's foul mood. Just an hour ago, Zi Hui convened a meeting of Huiya Company's top management. The meeting's agenda wasn't to discuss the company's development strategy, but rather to discuss a large-scale contraction of the entire business. Calling it a discussion was a stretch; it was essentially a one-woman show by Zi Hui. She entrusted Huiya Company to the fat Wang Shili, handed the hotel management to the old rogue Yang Jun, and the finances to the outsider parachuted in from Shanghai. The cultural company that Xiaoya had previously managed was now under Qiao Fei's name. Throughout the meeting, she sat there like an observer; Zi Hui never mentioned her name, nor even glanced at her. Only after the meeting ended did Xiao Ya finally understand: Zi Hui was making arrangements for her own affairs, and she had been completely excluded from the company. Xiao Ya didn't know what had happened to warrant such arrangements from Zi Hui. Had something terrible happened? It must be related to Shang Rong; judging by the situation, Shang Rong might never return. Otherwise, why would Zi Hui transfer such a large sum of cash? Everything was gone; it seemed like everything was back to square one. She would have to rely on performing on the catwalk to make a living again, which, according to her father Qi Shundong, was essentially selling her body—only in such a cheap way. Xiao Ya fought back tears, telling herself she couldn't cry in the street. She felt an unprecedented loneliness, wanting only to confide in someone and have a good cry. The first person she thought of was Li Manyuan. Xiaoya felt that recently, because of Shang Rong's arrest, her family's hatred for Qi Shundong had been transferred to her. Qiao Fei was the most obvious in this regard, not only ignoring her but also trying to gain the upper hand in everything. Even Gao Yan had distanced herself from her, not even making a phone call. The only person she could think of now was Li Manyuan. Since that shameful night, Xiaoya hadn't seen or contacted Li Manyuan. Although Li Manyuan repeatedly explained that it was an accident, Xiaoya had a nagging feeling that Li Manyuan wasn't telling the truth, and the hatred in her heart hadn't disappeared. Despite this, she still desperately wanted to see her now, to pour out her loneliness and frustration. This urgent desire stemmed from two reasons: first, Xiaoya felt that Li Manyun was similar to herself; second, she had already been intimate with Li Manyun multiple times. This intimacy was different from the playful interactions with Qiao Fei in bed; it had left a deep imprint on her mind and body. In a sense, Li Manyun had become a psychological dependence on her. In her arms, Xiaoya not only experienced physical pleasure but also a sense of security. Standing under the overpass, Xiaoya called Li Manyun's cell phone twice, but it was unanswered. She felt resentful, as if she had been abandoned by her lover. She simply hailed a taxi and rushed to the Fontainebleau Apartments. Qi Shundong sat in his office, absentmindedly listening to Chen Guodong's report from Jiangsu. Most of the situation matched his deductions. No wonder Zheng Gang had been out of the police's sight for so long; he had hidden in such a remote village. If he hadn't been greedy for that money and had stayed in the village contentedly as an outsider son-in-law, who knows when they would have caught him. "That woman surnamed Gu, I mean, her family didn't recognize your identities, did they?"
Qi Shundong asked lazily. He'd been listless these past two days because of Li Manyuan's matter, and even his enthusiasm for Shang Rong and Zheng Gang's cases seemed to have waned. He'd been pondering a question unrelated to the cases. "How could that be?"
Chen Guodong assured him, "We've had the local police monitor Gu Aihua, including her communications. I think Zheng Gang or Gu Aishan will definitely contact her, and then we'll be able to pinpoint Zheng Gang's hiding place."
"Zheng Gang is already a frightened rabbit. Now that Gao Yugen and Wang Fang's affair has been exposed, he can't possibly contact that village anymore. That's just wishful thinking on your part,"
Qi Shundong poured cold water on Chen Guodong's enthusiasm. In the past few days, Qi Shundong had lost much of his enthusiasm for arresting Zheng Gang. Given the current complex situation, he knew that Zheng Gang's arrest wouldn't necessarily bring down Shang Rong. That huge sum of money was no longer evidence of Shang Rong's crimes; instead, it had become an impenetrable shell surrounding him, not only unable to harm him but also protecting him at every turn. If Zheng Gang were arrested now, those eager to profit from that sum might resort to desperate measures, perhaps even risking their own lives. Discretion is the better part of valor, and a wise man doesn't fight a losing battle. The sensible course of action now was to let Zheng Gang remain a vagrant, a bargaining chip held in reserve. As for Shang Rong, he would have to wait and see how the situation developed—in other words, to see what those behind Shang Rong would do next. Qi Shundong was also very nervous about this, because he didn't know from which direction his opponents would attack. Qi Shundong's indifferent attitude left Chen Guodong completely bewildered. He had always believed he had brought back explosive clues, even Zhang Aijun considered it a major breakthrough in the Zheng Gang case, but Qi Shundong had dismissed it with just a few casual words. Chen Guodong attributed Qi Shundong's attitude to suppression, as he wouldn't allow himself to overshadow Zhang Lang. He angrily left Qi Shundong's office, determined to work alone. Once he caught Zheng Gang, what would Qi Shundong have to say? Just as Chen Guodong left the office, Qi Shundong's phone rang. It was an unfamiliar number. Lately, Qi Shundong had been very sensitive to calls from unknown numbers, always feeling that something bad was about to happen. But when he heard the voice on the other end, he couldn't help but shudder. Good heavens! It was Xiaoya! She… why was she calling? Could it be… could it be that slut Li Manyuan…? Qi Shundong's heart tightened, and his hand gripping the phone trembled uncontrollably.

Chapter 57 Blood Is Thicker Than Water
Qi Shundong hung up the phone and rushed out of the office. He bumped into Li Qing again, but this time he didn't even turn his head, nor did he hear what the woman said. For months, Qi Shundong hadn't felt this excited, not even when he was naked on top of Xiaoya. Although he knew Xiaoya's call was for no good reason, perhaps related to what Li Manyun had told him that day, times had changed, and Qi Shundong now had new ideas. Moreover, this was the first time Xiaoya had called him proactively and explicitly said she wanted to see him. Remembering his daughter's helpless sobs on the phone, Qi Shundong felt a pang of heartbreak—a fatherly emotion that welled up within him, beyond which lay a long-suppressed, unspoken excitement. He didn't want to waste time guessing his daughter's purpose; he just wanted to see her, even if it was just to talk to her. When the doorbell rang, Xiaoya remained seated on the sofa, a surge of tension washing over her. She regretted her earlier call to Qi Shundong, unable to understand her impulsive decision. When Xiaoya arrived at the Fontainebleau apartment, her experience was almost identical to Qi Shundong's. The old professor's words had left her speechless with shock. She had spent several chaotic nights with Li Manyuan in this room, yet suddenly everything seemed different. What had happened? Xiaoya's mind went blank. As she stumbled downstairs, the blinding sunlight made her dizzy, completely disoriented. She felt like a lone goose, lost and without a way home. Then, she remembered her father. She believed her current miserable situation was entirely his fault, that he had once again ruined her future. Overwhelmed by uncontrollable resentment, she wanted to see him, to tell him her anger, and to show him the state he had created for his daughter. However, subconsciously, Xiaoya actually hoped someone would pity her at this moment. Driven by this conflicting feeling, she inexplicably took out her phone and called Qi Shundong, then returned to the old house Shang Rong had given her, which she hadn't lived in for a long time. The doorbell rang repeatedly. Xiaoya nervously clutched a pillow to her chest, her eyes fixed on the door, as if it weren't her father coming, but a creditor demanding payment. Qi Shundong pressed the doorbell for a long time with excited heart, but no one answered. He pressed his ear to the door to listen carefully, but there was no sound from inside. Had she changed her mind again? Could something have happened? Qi Shundong became nervous. He knew his proud and arrogant daughter; when she acted impulsively, she was capable of anything. From her voice on the phone, he could tell that she was very emotionally unstable. Could she have… Qi Shundong took out his phone and dialed the number again. The call went through, but no one answered. Suddenly, he faintly heard a cell phone ringing inside the house. She's in there! Why won't she open the door? Suddenly, a terrible thought flashed through his mind. Qi Shundong didn't have time to think anymore. He raised his fist and pounded on the door like a drum, shouting, "Xiaoya! Xiaoya! Open the door quickly, or I'll break it down!"
At this moment, the excitement and impulse Qi Shundong had when he arrived had vanished, replaced by endless fear and loss. Just as he raised his fist again, the door clicked open. There stood Xiaoya, hugging a pillow, her eyes red and swollen, her hair disheveled, staring at him. Her resentful eyes made Qi Shundong's heart flutter. In an instant, he was overwhelmed with emotion. Every moment of his daughter's life flashed through his mind. He tried his best to suppress the urge to rush over and hug his daughter tightly. He gave a stiff smile and said awkwardly, "I... I thought something had happened to you."
"Do you want everyone in the building to hear you?!"
Xiaoya said angrily, then left Qi Shundong standing there helplessly. She turned around, swayed her hips, walked into the living room, and collapsed onto the sofa, sobbing and shaking her shoulders. Just then, Xiaoyu and Zihui started an argument in Shang Rong's old house. The argument began with Qi Xiaoya. Zihui told Xiaoyu about her decision at the company meeting that morning. Xiaoyu nodded after listening and then asked, "What did you do with Xiaoya?"
Zihui looked at Xiaoyu in confusion and said, "Her? I didn't pay any attention to her at all. Forget it, I don't expect anything from her. Let her do whatever she wants."
Unexpectedly, Xiaoyu became a little agitated and said loudly, "How could you do this? She's been with Rong-ge for so long, how could you suddenly..."
Zihui impatiently interrupted Xiaoyu, "Don't worry about Xiaoya's affairs..." "Forget it, I trust my eyes. She's not on our side. Besides, she has Qi Shundong behind her. Letting her stay at home might cause trouble. Who can say she has nothing to do with Rong Ge's arrest? Letting the mother and daughter stay at home will only embolden Qi Shundong to retaliate."
She paused, then added, "If Rong Ge blames me when he gets back, I'll explain it to him myself."
Xiaoyu wanted to explain the seriousness of the situation to Zihui, but after hearing her words, she was speechless. It seemed Zihui harbored deep resentment towards Xiaoya, and saying anything now might not be effective. She decided to find a time to talk to Xiaoya alone. Thinking this, Xiaoyu changed the subject: "How's your cash raising going? I've already had 30 million transferred from Beijing."
Zihui's expression turned serious when Xiaoyu mentioned money. After thinking for a while, she said, "Xiaoyu, I've considered it carefully. I can't make a decision on such a large sum without Rong-ge's approval."
Xiaoyu seemed genuinely anxious now. She sat down next to Zihui and shook her arm, saying, "Sister Zihui, didn't we agree? This is money to save Rong-ge. How can we get his approval in this situation? Besides, this money is just a loan; it has to be repaid in the future." "Okay, you've scraped together 20 million here, plus the 30 million I have, let's give them 50 million first, and another 50 million after Rong-ge gets out. You can't hesitate any longer!"
Zi-hui just shook her head at Xiao-yu's words. Xiao-yu stood up anxiously and paced around the room a few times, finally saying, "Sister Zi-hui, don't you want Rong-ge to come back?"
This made Zi-hui unable to sit still. She glanced at Xiao-yu and said, "What do you mean? I... if anyone could save Rong-ge, I'd be willing to give 100 million, but I haven't even seen anything and you want so much money, I... I can't rest easy."
"So you don't trust me?"
Xiao-yu asked Zi-hui. Zi-hui didn't say anything, simply tacitly agreeing. Xiao-yu felt a little amused and exasperated. She opened her mouth to speak when her phone rang. She sighed and went outside to answer the call. A moment later, Xiaoyu came in from outside and said to Zihui in a gentler tone, "Alright, let's not argue about this anymore. Let Rong-ge decide for himself."
Zihui stood up in surprise and asked, "Let Rong-ge decide for himself? You…"
Xiaoyu whispered a few words in Zihui's ear, and Zihui excitedly hugged her tightly, calling out, "Xiaoyu…"

Chapter 58 Father and Daughter's Night Talk (Part 1)
Qi Shundong gently closed the door, walked to the sofa, and stood there watching his daughter sob, her head buried in the pillow, her shoulders shaking. He reached out his hands, seemingly wanting to comfort his crying daughter, but stopped halfway in mid-air. With Xiaoya's sobs, her curvaceous body trembled slightly, especially her rounded buttocks, which rose and fell with her sunken waist. Qi Shundong's slightly calmed heart trembled instantly; he suddenly remembered the DVD in his pocket. Qi Shundong couldn't explain his own motives for putting that DVD in his pocket before leaving the house. Did he want to show it to his daughter? What would her reaction be? Qi Shundong took a deep breath, forcing himself to withdraw his hands. He could foresee that if his hands touched his daughter's body now, the beast within him would devour him, and Xiaoya might jump in fright. Helpless, he sat down on a sofa opposite Xiaoya, took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it. Now that his daughter was right in front of him, he felt relieved. He would wait until she calmed down a bit before talking to her properly. Of course, Qi Shundong repeatedly warned himself that this time he must talk to his daughter calmly and peacefully, and he must not end things unpleasantly like before. After all, there weren't many opportunities for them to be alone together. With this thought, Qi Shundong turned off his phone. Time quietly flowed through every corner of the room. The sunlight gradually retreated from the opposite wall, finally caressing the petals on the windowsill for a while before disappearing outside. The noise from outside gradually quieted down. Xiaoya seemed exhausted and no longer had the strength to cry. She seemed to have forgotten the other person in the room and had fallen asleep. Qi Shundong stared at his daughter's alluring body lying on the sofa. His heart was filled with a father's tenderness one moment, and the next it was like a sail billowing in the wind, turbulent and uncontrollable. He could only sit there, chain-smoking to calm the turmoil within him. As darkness fell, Xiaoya's figure on the opposite sofa appeared hazy and indistinct. Qi Shundong's eyes gleamed in the darkness. The body on the opposite sofa didn't lose its allure due to the dim light; on the contrary, as night descended, an ambiguous atmosphere gradually thickened in the room. The real world was slowly fading away, and scenes from those dreamlike nights long ago floated into his mind. He clearly felt the monster deep within him awaken, baring its fangs and roaring at that blurry figure. Qi Shundong felt his muscles tense, instantly filled with power, a power surging within him, eager to find an outlet. Finally, unable to bear it any longer, he reached out and snapped on the room light. Perhaps the bright light stung her eyes, for Xiaoya let out a sigh, almost a groan, and then woke up with a start. A glance revealed a flushed face on the opposite sofa. She sat up abruptly, looked around, and then, as if her memory were returning, she realized the man opposite her was her father, whom she had called home. "You…why are you still here…"
Xiaoya asked, her eyes looking elsewhere. Xiaoya's question pulled Qi Shundong back from his fairytale world to reality. He suddenly realized how haggard his daughter looked after only a few days. Her hair was disheveled, her eyes were swollen and red, and her face was deathly pale. Where was the youthful beauty she once possessed? "Xiaoya, what happened? You look terrible!"
Qi Shundong felt his voice had changed, like a wild animal trying to speak. Terrible? That's all thanks to you! Now, what are you pretending to be, acting all high and mighty? However, when Xiaoya glanced at her father, she didn't see any sarcasm or mockery on his face, nor did he seem to intend to give her a lecture. So she held back the scolding that was already on the tip of her tongue, a pang of bitterness rising in her heart. "Don't you know what happened? Isn't it just as you predicted before?"
Xiaoya still couldn't control her anger. Qi Shundong didn't mind his daughter speaking to him in this tone at all. On the contrary, he felt a long-lost sense of warmth. This is my daughter! Hasn't she always spoken to me in this tone since I was little? "Xiaoya, I didn't make any predictions. Even if I did, it's for your good. What father in the world doesn't want his daughter to be well?"
Qi Shundong said in a heartfelt tone. Xiaoya was stunned. It wasn't that her father's words moved her, but rather that she was surprised that his usual arrogant and domineering manner had gone. Why was he speaking to her in such a humble tone? It was like the sun had risen in the west. Xiaoya curled her legs up on the sofa, hugging them to her chest, and snorted without saying a word. Qi Shundong had originally intended to ask about Li Manyuan's situation first, but remembering what had happened that night and the CD in her pocket, he changed the subject. "Xiaoya, in my memory, we've never been able to talk calmly. I'm very happy you called me today. So, tell me what happened first. No matter what you say, I promise I won't lose my temper today. Not just today, but from now on, I promise I'll never lose my temper with you again."
Qi Shundong used the typical tactics of a police chief giving a pep talk to his subordinates, seemingly determined to tame his unruly daughter that very night. However, Xiaoya's reaction seemed less than enthusiastic. She didn't even glance at Qi Shundong, twisting her neck and snorting again. Hearing Xiaoya's coquettish snort, Qi Shundong felt not angry, but rather a sense of amusement. His daughter, no matter how old, was still a child, and looking at her now, she was exactly like a spoiled child. Although some things were difficult to say, a sincere attitude was still necessary. Qi Shundong touched his face with both hands, as if changing his expression. "Xiaoya, you know... some things aren't what you imagine... to be honest, in my heart... Xiaoya, blood is thicker than water..."
He covered his face with his hands, seemingly heartbroken and ashamed of his past actions. Xiaoya shifted slightly, stealing a glance at her father. He was hunched over, looking pained. Suddenly, she felt her father had aged considerably, lacking the domineering air she once knew. It seemed his life hadn't been easy either. In such a cutthroat, dog-eat-dog world, he had to work tirelessly and scheme relentlessly to get to where he was today. No wonder she'd never seen him happy. Suddenly, a strange thought flashed through Xiaoya's mind: had he ever cried? Did he ever feel pain? She laughed at her own naiveté. Who hadn't suffered? She just didn't believe he would cry, because he seemed emotionless, like a cold-blooded animal. In that respect, he was far superior to her. Xiaoya bit her lip, her mind filled with worries and her current situation. How could she face the future? A wave of melancholy washed over her, and a strong urge to confide arose within her…

Chapter 59 Father-Daughter Night Talk (Part 2)
Xiaoya thought about her future. If Shang Rong couldn't return soon, everything she had worked so hard to achieve and everything she was about to achieve would become a mirage, a tragic end of empty efforts. And all of this was caused by the man opposite her, who claimed to be her father. Seeing him covering his face in apparent pain, the pity she had felt vanished instantly, replaced by a surge of anger. She couldn't help but say bitterly, “You don't need to pretend in front of me anymore. Now everything is as you wish. Shang Rong has been arrested, and I've been kicked out.”
She turned her head, looking around the room, and continued, “It won't be long before she takes this house back. My mother and I… won't even have a place to live…”
Her voice choked with emotion. Qi Shundong seemed startled by his daughter's words, and looked up anxiously, asking, "What do you mean by kicking you out?"
Seeing his daughter's lowered head and silence, he immediately understood her meaning and said angrily, "Wasn't that cultural company Shang Rong specifically invested in for you? How could they do this?"
Xiaoya sneered and said, "When he was here, of course it was mine. Now that you've arrested him, everything is up to Zihui. She's been jealous of me for a long time, and now she's taking advantage of Shang Rong's absence to squeeze me out. Originally, it wouldn't have been long before I could rightfully enter the company's management and become a real shareholder, but I didn't expect you... You just can't stand to see us, mother and daughter, living a good life... You've always thought this way, haven't you..."
Qi Shundong was speechless under his daughter's questioning, his old face flushed red. He had to admit that what Xiaoya said might not be entirely unrelated to what he subconsciously hoped for. However, his original intention was to strike at Shang Rong while also winning back his daughter's heart. Of course, revenge was also a factor. But he hadn't expected that after so long with Shang Rong, his daughter would only be a nominal mistress, gaining nothing in return. In this respect, Xiaoya's current situation was indeed related to his arrest of Shang Rong. However, he was unwilling to admit this to his daughter. “Xiaoya,”
Qi Shundong swallowed hard and said, “Xiaoya, my arrest of Shang Rong is a work matter, it has nothing to do with your business. Besides, aren’t you thinking too naively? Shang Rong is just after your youth and beauty, he’s just playing around. Once he gets tired of you, he’ll just give you a little money as compensation. But what have you lost? Look at how many women he has now? There will be more in the future. He won’t be serious about you. His money isn’t so easy to get.”
“Whether I can get it or not is my business. As long as you don’t cause trouble. Being played by him is better than being played by those street thugs, right? I have nothing now, and I have to go out and earn money as a model again, just like you said, selling my body. Are you satisfied now?”
Xiaoya said almost hysterically. Qi Shundong wasn't surprised by Xiaoya's extreme language and outburst; it was a recurring scene in his conversations with his daughter, though it usually ended in his anger or even physical confrontation. This time, however, he wasn't angry. He even felt there was some truth to Xiaoya's words. If she could truly secure a livelihood with Shang Rong, why would she need to go out and earn such meager wages? A life most girls could accept was torture for his daughter, because she was too strong-willed and ambitious—so similar to himself, only regrettable that she was a girl. "Xiaoya, let's not argue about the past. Just tell me, how can I help you? You always say I've never done anything for you,"
Qi Shundong said confidently, though he knew perfectly well what his daughter would ask for, though he was already prepared. Today was truly bizarre. Xiaoya felt uncomfortable that her assertiveness was always met with Qi Shundong's soft retorts. She actually hoped he would lose his temper and yell at her, so she could vent all her anger. But he said he'd help her? How? Could he really release Shang Rong? If so, she'd have leverage in front of Zi Hui, showing her who could save her man in a critical moment, proving she was just a stingy woman who only knew how to manage the household. Imagining her man returning and finding out she'd saved him, a dreamy smile appeared on Xiaoya's lips. But the smile vanished in an instant—a pipe dream! She knew perfectly well who the man opposite her was. "I don't expect it, and I don't have the fortune,"
Xiaoya said coldly, though secretly she hoped for a miracle. Qi Shundong looked at his daughter's pouting lips, a slight thought stirring within him. He felt it was time to get down to business, to let his daughter witness his extraordinary courage, hoping to achieve his desired effect. "Li Manyuan has told me about your thoughts. Actually, I've been considering this issue, and I've made up my mind." Qi
Shundong's words indeed captivated Xiaoya's heart. She stared at him with sparkling eyes, seemingly unable to believe what she was hearing. "However,"
Qi Shundong said, as if playing hard to get, "I need to figure something out first: what exactly is going on between you and that Li Manyuan?"
He then fixed his gaze on his daughter. Xiaoya instantly blushed from her face to her neck, lowering her head, unable to look at Qi Shundong. Her mind flashed back to all the absurd things she had done with Li Manyuan, along with that unspeakable night and the conversation she had overheard between Li Manyuan and her father. It took Xiaoya a while to gradually overcome her overwhelming shyness. The excitement from Qi Shundong's promise to her earlier gradually took over. She bit her bright red lips, stole a glance at Qi Shundong, and said almost coquettishly, "It's all because of you, otherwise how would I know her..."
Qi Shundong's heart skipped a beat when he saw his daughter's expression, his excitement beyond words. He suppressed his inner turmoil and continued to ask, "What did you two do together? What did you talk about?"
"What does this have to do with you? You want to investigate her again..."
Xiaoya blushed, avoiding Qi Shundong's gaze, her voice low as a moan. "It's not only related to me, but also to you. Otherwise, I wouldn't need to ask you. To tell you the truth, Li Manyuan has disappeared. I need to figure out a few things before I can decide whether to release Shang Rong and when."
Qi Shundong pressed on, knowing that as long as he used Shang Rong as bait, he wouldn't be afraid that Xiaoya wouldn't tell the truth. That man was now her only hope.

Chapter 60 Father and Daughter's Night Talk (Part 2)
Xiaoya exclaimed in surprise, "Missing?"
Suddenly recalling the scene she encountered at Li Manyuan's apartment during the day, she muttered to herself, "No wonder..."
"What? What did you remember?"
Qi Shundong asked, looking at Xiaoya's thoughtful expression. Xiaoya blurted out, "This afternoon I went to... her apartment to look for her, and guess what I saw?"
After saying that, her eyes widened as she stared at her father, thinking that what she saw would surely surprise him. Qi Shundong looked at his daughter's adorable way of keeping him in suspense, feeling an irresistible itch, and interjected, "You must have run into some old professor-like guy who told you that no one named Li Manyuan has ever lived in that room, right?"
Qi Shundong felt very proud of his ability to foresee the future in front of his daughter. Xiaoya's mouth gaped open, almost screaming, but suddenly her face darkened, and a slender, jade-like finger pointed at Qi Shundong, her voice sharp: "You...you actually followed me! You..."
Qi Shundong, seeing his daughter's exasperated expression, felt even more excited. He laughed, teasing her jokingly, "You made me guess, what? Do I need to follow you? If my information wasn't as good as yours, would I be a policeman?" His
expression turned serious as he said, "Xiaoya, I've investigated. Li Manyuan isn't Li Changnian's daughter at all. This is a trap someone set. As for the purpose, if I'm not mistaken, it's for the money Shang Rong has."
Xiaoya
gasped, one hand lightly touching her breasts. How could this be? Could it really be as he said? No wonder she went to such lengths to get close to her, even weaving such a poignant love story, and going to great lengths to get her drunk…and get her into bed… Xiaoya felt her face burning hot, as if it were on fire. She instinctively covered her flushed face with her hands, letting out a dreamlike moan. “How did you two meet? She shouldn’t know you!”
Qi Shundong pressed on, seizing the opportunity. After a long pause, Xiaoya whispered, “She came to my company.”
She rolled her eyes at Qi Shundong, then said aggrievedly, “She said she was going to marry you…I was in a bad mood that day…so she drove me to that apartment…”
“Did she ask you about Shang Rong?”
Qi Shundong asked. Xiaoya pondered for a moment, then shook her head, saying, “I didn’t see her deliberately inquiring about anything, I just felt…felt she…was very enthusiastic towards me.”
“Of course, she had an ulterior motive,”
Qi Shundong interjected. Xiaoya was slowly drawn into a storyline that she herself found quite interesting by Qi Shundong. “However, I find it strange.”
Xiaoya recalled a question that had been bothering her for a long time. “How come she seems to know so much…about our family…”
As she spoke, a look of suspicion returned to her eyes as she stared at Qi Shundong. Qi Shundong avoided his daughter's gaze, his mind replaying the lewd words he and Li Manyuan had exchanged in bed. He quickly explained, "I rarely talk to her about family matters. What does she know?"
"She...she seems to know everything...otherwise I wouldn't have..."
Xiaoya seemed to recall those old stories, staring at Qi Shundong with undisguised resentment. Qi Shundong understood the meaning in his daughter's eyes and quickly changed the subject, saying, "What did she do to you? Tell me, this is important."
Xiaoya bit her lip and lowered her head, saying, "She...she got me drunk...made me stay at her place...and said she would help me...and told me those stories...made me..."
Xiaoya couldn't continue. In those few days, she had experienced not only the physical pleasure of a woman, but more importantly, the immense emotional impact, which still haunted her even now. She covered her burning cheeks with her hands again. It seemed her guess was correct. Qi Shundong's suspicions were confirmed the moment he saw Xiaoya's embarrassed expression. Ever since that night he saw Xiaoya sleeping naked in Li Manyuan's bed, Qi Shundong had suspected an ambiguous relationship between her and his daughter. He just couldn't understand how his usually proud and aloof daughter could be so easily tricked into bed by Li Manyuan. It turned out that Li Manyuan had used despicable means, and Xiaoya was no match for her. Imagining his daughter and Li Manyuan's two snow-white bodies making love on that large bed, Qi Shundong felt his blood rush to his face, his temples throbbing, and he could almost hear the booming of war drums in his ears. Daughter! Although you haven't been sexually assaulted by Shang Rong, your body has already been baptized by passion. In a hidden corner of your heart, the seed of losing your virginity has long been planted. What unspeakable desires and ambitions are hidden beneath your seemingly chaste exterior? They are only suppressed by the inferiority complex you've developed since childhood. With just a little provocation, they will erupt like a volcano. "Xiaoya."
Qi Shundong called out in a trembling voice. Xiaoya didn't notice the change in her father's voice; she was still immersed in a cloud of surprise, shame, and mystery. Suddenly, she felt a large hand gently placed on her shoulder. A heat penetrated her thin shirt, scorching her skin. She felt her body instantly stiffen like a wooden stick, unable to move, as if her blood had suddenly frozen. "Xiaoya, we were all used by Li Manyuan. What happened that night was all her doing; it wasn't a coincidence at all."
Qi Shundong tried his best to make his voice sound kind and calm, but even so, the body beneath his hand still trembled incessantly like a feverish patient. Xiaoya didn't pull away from her father's large hand on her shoulder, seemingly powerless and unwilling to do so. Hearing Qi Shundong's words, she simply lowered her head and hummed, "Why did she do that? What good would it do her?"
Qi Shundong had never been so close to his daughter before. The delicate fragrance emanating from her and the tender skin beneath his hand made him feel as if he were in a dream, only his mind remaining somewhat clear. "Li Manyuan is just a pawn, placed there by someone. The person hiding behind her is far more terrifying. I believe there's definitely more than one person."
Qi Shundong felt the body beneath his hand tremble noticeably again, and continued, "Now you know how many people are eyeing Shang Rong's money, right? You think you can get it all by yourself, relying solely on your beauty?"
The secrets deeply buried in her heart were now ruthlessly exposed by Qi Shundong. Xiaoya suddenly felt as if her father had stripped her naked, like a mask she had always worn suddenly being ripped off by someone she knew well. What secrets and inhibitions were left? Overwhelmed by a powerful sense of shame, Xiaoya swayed, as if the soft sofa could no longer support her weight. Qi Shundong effortlessly and silently pulled his daughter's delicate body into his arms, without any sign of coercion. It was all so natural, as if Xiaoya had fallen into his embrace on her own.

Chapter 61: Erection
Under the bright light, Xiaoya's body leaned softly against Qi Shundong's chest. The room was quiet except for the sounds of their breathing. Holding his daughter's soft body, Qi Shundong's emotions were a jumbled mess of feelings, a bittersweet mix that defied description. Especially in particular, one of Xiaoya's breasts pressed against his chest, giving him an intoxicatingly soft and elastic sensation. The fragrance emanating from his daughter was so familiar, so alluring, like a feather tickling his sensitive spot, making his muscles tremble uncontrollably. He longed to open his hands and knead her delicate body like dough, then strip her naked and kiss her long-missed breasts, her full, white, and soft treasures. However, Qi Shundong knew all too well that if he made even the slightest move that crossed the line between father and daughter, the little one in his arms would run away like a startled rabbit, never to return. So, with unwavering willpower, he controlled his hands, holding his daughter motionless. "Let...let me go..."
Xiaoya murmured in a soft, almost inaudible voice, but her body made no struggle. One of her burning ears was pressed tightly against Qi Shundong's chest, the deafening thumping sounds coming from there making her blush. If Xiaoya was experiencing pure father-daughter affection, why was she so hesitant and ashamed? If Xiaoya was now submitting to Qi Shundong's desires, why had she undergone such a drastic change from someone who once deeply abhorred her father's bestiality? In truth, Xiaoya was struggling to distinguish the boundaries between the two. The tide of familial affection and the undercurrent of desire mutually understood, encouraged, and fueled each other in a delicate situation, finally filling the girl's rippling heart and stirring up waves of ambiguity. All of this was thanks to Li Manyun's development of Xiaoya's body and soul in just a few days. For Xiaoya, her body did not reject sex and stimulation, but her mind refused to acknowledge her shameful impulses. Li Manyun had a keen understanding of Xiaoya's psychology. While exploiting Xiaoya's body, she focused on breaking down the girl's defenses against shame. On those nights, whenever the tide receded, she would hold the girl's sweaty body, biting her burning earlobe while recounting her various ambiguous relationships with her imaginary father, Li Changnian. She told Qi Xiaoya that Li Changnian hadn't kept his promise to marry her mother, but instead married another woman closely tied to his future. As a result, her mother died of depression, and she herself lived with her grandmother until she was thirteen. Li Changnian finally found her, but given his status and future, she could only be his secret daughter, receiving snacks and toys whenever he had free time. Li Manyun, trembling, told Xiaoya how her father would fill a large wooden tub with hot water after her grandmother went to sleep, then put her in to wash every inch of her body, before making her sleep naked on his stomach. One day, she woke up from a dream to find her father licking her body greedily like a puppy, not even sparing her most private parts. Xiaoya, curious and shy, asked, "Then...you won't resist?"
Li Manyun didn't answer, but suddenly leaned down, parted the girl's legs, and plunged his head between them, sucking vulgarly while mumbling, "Resist...do you have the strength to resist..."
Xiaoya was sore and weak from the licking that she could only whimper and writhe, truly powerless to resist. Once, near the end of Li Manyun's story, Xiaoya suddenly noticed a flaw. Li Manyun only endlessly described Li Changnian's tongue and her uncontrollable lust, but Xiaoya's common sense told her that men should have more powerful weapons besides using their tongues to ravage women. Why hadn't she mentioned them? Xiaoya suppressed her embarrassment and asked hesitantly, "He...he only licked...and didn't...do that with you?"
Li Manyun immediately understood the girl's meaning, sighed with regret, and whispered a few words in the girl's ear. Xiaoya gasped in surprise, suddenly thinking of her own father and what her mother had told her about her father's secret acts on those nights. She suddenly felt that Li Manyun was much luckier than herself. Seeing the girl's blank expression, Li Manyun assumed she was regretting her actions, so she chuckled and, with a philosophical air, summarized, "Actually, for men, physical erection is the lowest level, no different from pigs, horses, cows, or sheep. Only mental erection is the highest realm. The former can only bring women physical pleasure, while the latter can control a woman's heart." Xiaoya
only vaguely understood Li Manyun's philosophical insights about male erections, because based on her life experience, her understanding of male physical erections mainly came from Shang Rong, and it was all just a hazy understanding. Every time the man embraced her, in her flustered state, she could feel his hard erection pressing against her lower abdomen, intentionally or unintentionally. She shyly thought that this was what Li Manyuan meant by a physical erection. However, Xiaoya seemed to have a particular fondness for mental erections. When Shang Rong held her tightly in his arms, the mental sensation far surpassed the physical sensation, especially when the man stared at her with predatory eyes and body, like a hungry wolf. She felt intensely that her body had been possessed by his spirit. At this moment, Xiaoya nestled limply in her father's arms, her mind a jumbled mess. Her trembling heart was filled with fear, contradiction, helplessness, and a faint glimmer of hope. But one thing she knew very well: if this man wanted to sleep with her, it was something she could never accept. Love me, love me like a father, love me like Li Manyuan's father. Then fulfill your promise and release my man. Xiaoya silently called out to him in her heart, fantasizing: If he were the kind of person Li Manyuan described—impotent in terms of physical erection—but a possessor of spiritual erection, how wonderful that would be! In that case, she would no longer feel the threat of physical possession, but rather spiritual love that could escape moral condemnation.

Chapter 62 Taking a Detour
"When...when will you let him go..."
Her daughter's voice was very low, almost a hum in her throat, but Qi Shundong had clearly heard "Let me go" just now. How could it have turned into "Let him go" in such a short time? He was a little confused, unable to understand what his daughter was feeling at this moment. Was his judgment wrong? Because even he himself couldn't help but be moved at this moment, but Xiaoya, while trembling, stubbornly maintained a sliver of clarity, even temporarily setting aside her promise to remind him at the crucial moment. Qi Shundong suddenly realized that he had underestimated this daughter. Since his blood flowed in her veins, she also possessed all his qualities. Thinking this, Qi Shundong had a bold idea: he wanted to test Xiaoya's limits. "Since I promised you, I won't go back on my word. But..."
He quietly placed a large hand on his daughter's flat stomach, his heart pounding. One second, two seconds—he waited for her resistance, even bracing himself for a slap. However, his daughter's reaction was far beyond his expectations. He was overjoyed to find that Xiaoya's abdominal muscles twitched a few times, and she buried her face in his chest, showing no sign of resistance. Good heavens! His daughter had come prepared. Perhaps she sensed what was about to happen when she called him. What had made her abandon her long-standing aversion to him? Was Shang Rong's wealth so attractive to her that she was willing to...? He had initially thought he was scheming against his daughter, but now it seemed he had fallen into her trap. In that case, what was there to hesitate about? However, Qi Shundong was still unsure, but his courage grew stronger. He pressed his hand firmly against his daughter's lower abdomen, instantly causing her to tremble slightly. The softness, elasticity, and warmth of her abdomen made Qi Shundong's mouth dry. "But what..."
Xiaoya's voice rang in his ears again. This time, Qi Shundong no longer doubted his judgment. He felt that he had reached an agreement with Xiaoya, and a certain tacit understanding had formed between father and daughter. However, this tacit understanding had to develop slowly according to a certain logic, with both parties remaining tacitly aware of each other while maintaining composure, flowing naturally and smoothly, without revealing any artificial or deliberate traces. “But… there’s something I don’t know if I should tell you…”
Qi Shundong brought his mouth close to Xiaoya’s ear, his hot breath brushing against her equally hot earlobe. At the same time, his large hand slowly crawled down her lower abdomen, finally reaching the swollen mound when Xiaoya’s body twisted slightly. With a soft moan from Xiaoya, Qi Shundong had taken the high ground, his lips pressed against her ear, and he lightly licked it with his tongue. Xiaoya’s body stiffened for only a few seconds, as if her bones had been suddenly removed, turning her into a limp animal, only able to gasp and murmur. “Hmm… you… you say…”
Qi Shundong had no time to think about anything else at this point. He continued to lick his daughter’s ear while shamelessly kneading her soft mound. If Xiaoya hadn’t tightly closed her legs, his hand would have already slipped between her thighs. “Xiaoya… let’s not talk about this now… okay?” Qi Shundong said breathlessly. Because he didn't want any disturbances, he just wanted to fully enjoy the delicate body he had longed for. "No...you mean...keep talking to me..."
Xiaoya's latent desires, awakened by Li Manyuan, were gradually unfolding under Qi Shundong's hands. To hide her shame, she wanted her father to keep talking to her. Qi Shundong's ambition was growing. Gradually, he was no longer satisfied with this superficial caress. He wanted to go further, deeper. He wanted to touch the source of the girl's life. He even thought about how to completely possess this beautiful body. At this moment, Xiaoya's identity as a girl gradually faded. He remembered the exciting and stimulating games he and Li Manyuan had played in bed. Now, the real protagonist was in his arms. He no longer needed to act, no longer needed to close his eyes and imagine. Everything was real... "Xiaoya...you...you really want to..."
Qi Shundong turned Xiaoya's face and asked, looking at her tightly closed eyes. “Willing to what…”
Xiaoya’s face flushed crimson, seemingly unable to bear being stared at by Qi Shundong like that. She could only throw herself into his arms again, clearly saying, “You…you’re going too far…”
Qi Shundong knew his daughter’s personality all too well. Although Xiaoya’s soft voice didn’t sound like a warning, he knew that if he went against her wishes even slightly, everything could take a different turn, and Qi Shundong didn’t want to take that risk. There was plenty of time; why rush things? Besides, he really needed to talk to his daughter about Shang Rong. So, Qi Shundong’s hand reluctantly left that warm place, pulling his daughter’s body closer, his chin rubbing against her hair as he whispered, “Xiaoya…I’m sorry…”
It sounded like a genuine confession from the bottom of his heart. Qi Xiaoya had never heard her father say sorry before. Although she had just been molested, she felt a little relieved. “You…what were you trying to say?”
Xiaoya breathed a slight sigh of relief when her father stopped his harassment. After hesitating for a long time, Qi Shundong finally spoke, "Li Manyuan, for some reason, filmed us that night... in her apartment..."
For some reason, after molesting his daughter, Qi Shundong felt a pang of guilt. "What do you mean, filmed..."
Xiaoya turned her head to look at her father's face, her cheeks still flushed. "It's that... in bed... between you and me..."
Qi Shundong stammered under his daughter's gaze. "Ah!"
Xiaoya broke free from Qi Shundong's embrace, her beautiful eyes wide as she stared at him, exclaiming in surprise, "When... what did she want to do... how did you know..."
Looking at Xiaoya's pitiful appearance, Qi Shundong reached out and pulled her back into his arms, comforting her, "Don't be afraid, they won't make it public. They sent me a disc, trying to blackmail me."
"Where's the disc..."
Xiaoya broke free from Qi Shundong's embrace again, anxiously asking, "What's wrong?" Qi Shundong reached into his pocket and took out a CD, but before he could hold it properly, Xiaoya snatched it away as if it were a precious treasure. Then, she abandoned her father and rushed into the bedroom. Qi Shundong knew his daughter had gone to watch DVDs on the computer. He sat there, secretly regretting that he shouldn't have told her about the CD. Now, Xiaoya probably thought the CD was Li Manyuan's way of threatening him to release Shang Rong, and maybe she even thought Li Manyuan was helping her. If that was the case, the gift he gave his daughter would seem like it was given under external pressure, making him appear insincere in front of her.

Chapter 63: A Outburst of Madness
Just as Qi Shundong was sitting there, feeling anxious and uncertain, he suddenly heard a loud crash from the bedroom. Without thinking, he jumped up from the sofa and rushed into the bedroom. He was shocked to see the computer monitor overturned on the floor, the screen shattered. Xiaoya stood in front of the bed, her face ashen, her full breasts heaving, tears glistening in her eyes. Qi Shundong seemed to guess what had happened. He glanced at the monitor on the floor, then looked up at his daughter, and whispered, "Xiaoya..."
"Get out..."
Xiaoya screamed hysterically at Qi Shundong. Qi Shundong's heart skipped a beat. He hadn't expected the DVD to elicit such a strong reaction from his daughter. He stood there dumbfounded, unsure what to do. After screaming, Xiaoya slumped onto the bed, pulled a pillowcase into her mouth, and let out a heart-wrenching sob. Qi Shundong couldn't gauge his daughter's mood. He slowly moved to the bedside, hesitantly placing a hand gently on her trembling shoulder. Only after confirming there was no resistance did he gently shake her a few times and say, "Xiaoya... I'll handle this. If you're worried about the disc... I originally thought you and Li Manyuan were in cahoots..."
Before Qi Shundong could finish, Xiaoya suddenly sat up, glaring at him angrily and shouting, "You doubt me? You think so despicably of your own daughter... You... Don't think that just because of me and you... I... you'd be happy if I died..."
After a series of incoherent outbursts, Xiaoya couldn't help but burst into loud sobs, wiping away her tears with a pillowcase as she cried. Qi Shundong had never seen his daughter cry so uncontrollably. His heart was instantly filled with tenderness. Regardless of Xiaoya's wishes, he impulsively pulled her into his arms, whimpering, "Oh, my darling...it's all Daddy's fault...Daddy is willing to do anything for you from now on...as long as you don't leave me...darling...Daddy really loves you!"
Xiaoya listened to her father's declaration, her tearful eyes looking at his pained expression, and choked out, "Dad..."
For a moment, Qi Shundong seemed to lose himself. He lowered his head and... His face, streaked with tears, was kissed and licked. Finally, he desperately captured his daughter's luscious red lips, kissing them wildly. Qi Xiaoya moaned like a woman, unable to resist the relentless invasion. She could only open her mouth, letting her little tongue be sucked into his large mouth one moment, and then thrust in by a large tongue, churning and stirring it like a tidal wave. Finally, when both of them felt a sense of suffocation, they reluctantly separated. The moment they parted, Xiaoya forcefully pushed away her father's embrace, collapsing onto the bed exhausted, her little mouth panting as if she were about to suffocate. Qi Shundong paused for only a few seconds, then immediately pounced on the bed, reaching out to hold her limp body tightly in his arms, pressing his daughter's pert buttocks against his abdomen. The wave of pleasure made him groan involuntarily. Xiaoya sadly felt the hardness on her buttocks. It turned out her father was the kind of man capable of only a low-level erection. Disappointed, and seemingly to prove her judgment, she thrust her buttocks back twice, resulting in an unexpected consequence. Just as Xiaoya's buttocks, having verified the firmness, were about to escape, Qi Shundong arched forward, pressing the girl face down onto the bed. He then pressed his almost exploding penis against her soft buttocks and began thrusting frantically. Xiaoya only had time to grab a pillowcase and stuff it into her mouth to prevent her uncontrollable moans from escaping. Just as Xiaoya worried that her thin pajama pants were about to be torn apart, she suddenly heard Qi Shundong cry out incoherently, as if he were dying: "Xiaoya... Xiaoya..."
Then she felt something warm seep into her pants from behind. She thought shamefully, could this be what Li Manyuan called mental possession? Qi Shundong's pent-up lust, accumulated over many years, was completely released in less than three minutes. His mind went blank for a moment. He rolled over on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, and couldn't help but recall the distant times he spent in a sentry post on the Tibetan plateau. How beautiful those Tibetan girls, their faces tanned by ultraviolet rays, seemed to him! "You're a rogue... a rogue daddy..."
A soft, coquettish whisper pulled Qi Shundong back to reality. He turned and embraced his daughter, kissing her burning face several times. He buried his head in her arms, sobbing and choking back tears. He said intermittently, "Xiaoya... scold me... I... I didn't want to do this... It's because you weren't with me when you were little... When I came back... you were already a grown woman... I couldn't control myself..."
Xiaoya was initially surprised by her father's tears, but after hearing his incoherent confession, a maternal warmth gradually rose within her, and she couldn't help but... She kept stroking her father's stiff, short hair, sighed, and whispered, "If others knew, I wouldn't want to live..."
Qi Shundong looked up at his daughter, stopping his sobbing, and said, "Xiaoya, would you only be at peace if I died now...? If..."
Xiaoya interrupted Qi Shundong, saying aggrievedly, "If you have the guts to do it, don't say such discouraging things. There's a saying that family scandals shouldn't be aired in public, and maybe it's not just us who are like that... otherwise, there wouldn't be such a saying."
His daughter's words seemed to brighten Qi Shundong's mood instantly. He hadn't expected that he might not be as good as her at political and ideological work. "Xiaoya... you really don't blame me..."
"I wish I could kill you!"
Xiaoya said through gritted teeth, making Qi Shundong tremble. Xiaoya seemed to sense her father's reaction, and then said with a heavy heart, "What if he finds out about that disc? What if they..."
Qi Shundong kissed his daughter's pouting red lips and said confidently, "Don't worry, I'll find a way. I will definitely find that bitch... Besides, even if Shang Rong finds out later, you won't have to act according to his wishes anymore."
"Then what should I do in the future..."
Xiaoya asked. “Don’t hang out with those women anymore. Stay here for now. Once I’ve made arrangements, go talk to Lin Zihui and get some money before Shang Rong gets out. If he knows you saved him, I don’t think he’ll treat you badly.”
Qi Shundong stroked his daughter’s smooth face as he plotted. “However, Xiaoya, I still maintain that you can’t take Shang Rong too seriously. Let me tell you, he has several lives on his hands. Even if I let him go, God won’t.” Xiaoya
listened to Qi Shundong’s words and fell into deep thought until a pair of large hands quietly climbed onto her breasts, making her realize something. He called out, "Don't move. Speak properly."
Then he added, "Then I'll bring Mom back too."
Qi Shundong hesitated for a moment and said, "Let her stay there for now, otherwise they'll get suspicious."
After saying that, he hugged his daughter and whispered in her ear, "Let Dad hold you to sleep tonight. Dad has never held you to sleep before."
Xiaoya blushed instantly, biting her lip for a long time before whispering, "You're not allowed to do anything reckless. If you... I'll never talk to you again."
Qi Shundong kissed his daughter's rosy cheeks several times and replied softly, "Definitely, definitely. But what I did just now doesn't count as reckless, right?"
Xiaoya blushed and remained silent, turning her back and trembling as she awaited the man's attack from behind. She thought to herself, these two men seem to be her nemesis; one is her blood relative, the other her fate.

Chapter 64 A Glimpse of Beauty
"Shang Rong! Come out!"
A shout came from the corridor. Zhang Wangcai, sitting in front, reacted faster than Shang Rong. He rolled off his bunk and shouted to Shang Rong, who was still sitting cross-legged, "Old man! Interrogation!" It
had finally come. Although, like most prisoners, Shang Rong had been hoping for an interrogation since the day he entered, when the moment arrived, his heart pounded wildly, his mind went blank, and he couldn't remember any of the questions he had thought about a thousand times. Damn it, how could it come so suddenly, without any warning? But he didn't have time to think further. Just as he was dragging his numb legs stiffly down to his bunk, the iron door clanged as it opened. “Zhang Wangcai, give him a disciplinary briefing,”
Warden Wang said from the doorway. Zhang Wangcai responded with a “Yes,” then turned and shouted to Shang Rong, who was standing at attention in the doorway, “Remember, confess honestly, don’t ask the interrogators for cigarettes, and don’t bring any items back to your cell. Got it?”
Shang Rong shouted back, “Got it.”
Warden Wang then handed Zhang Wangcai a pair of handcuffs and cuffed Shang Rong’s hands together. Shang Rong wasn’t surprised by this, because during his time there, he had been interrogated almost every day, and being handcuffed was an unavoidable procedure. Shang Rong walked ahead, with Warden Wang following behind. Just as they were about to exit through the main gate, Warden Wang shouted, “Stand by the wall. Wait.”
He then picked up the phone and said, “A few people, arrange them in room number three.”
Two policemen came out of the room, flanking Shang Rong on either side, and walked towards the courtyard. Although it was just a courtyard, Shang Rong felt the world suddenly expand. He remembered that when he was arrested, the trees hadn't even sprouted yet, but now the entire courtyard was a lush green. When would this isolated existence end? Ahead was a row of interrogation rooms. Shang Rong clearly remembered that the first one on the left was where he had met Zheng Gang years ago. Since leaving there, his life had completely changed; he was basically living a life neither human nor ghost. That was bad enough, but now Zheng Gang was a free man while he was a prisoner. Shang Rong couldn't help but sigh. As he approached the door, Shang Rong suddenly wondered if Qi Shundong would come to interrogate him personally. Thinking about his impending encounter with his enemy, Shang Rong took a deep breath, trying to look more presentable. He even thought about his first words. However, when he entered the room and saw the person sitting in the chair, he couldn't help but be shocked. "Xiaoyu!"
"Brother Rong!"
The two stood facing each other, speechless. For Shang Rong, seeing Xiaoyu standing right in front of him felt like a dream, while Xiaoyu, looking down at the handcuffs on the man's hands, felt as if she were in a fantasy world. A policeman broke the silence. "Speak quickly, just ten minutes." He
left, then told another officer, "That idiot really got ripped off; looks like he can't keep such a beautiful woman."
The other officer retorted, "What's it to you? Whether she keeps him or not is none of your business."
It seemed the police were being relatively polite to Shang Rong, as they hadn't handcuffed him to the iron chair; of course, the handcuffs wouldn't be removed. Upon seeing Xiaoyu, Shang Rong's heart raced, but he quickly told himself to calm down. He knew this meeting wouldn't be easy, and he needed to make the most of it. Without even appreciating Xiaoyu's alluring charm, Shang Rong was about to speak. To everyone's surprise, Xiaoyu's first words were, "Rong-ge, is anyone bullying you inside? You've lost so much weight."
She seemed about to cry. Shang Rong smiled nonchalantly and said, "It's rare to have some free time. Reading every day is quite nice."
After a few perfunctory words, he didn't want to hear any more of Xiaoyu's sentimental talk and was eager to know what was happening outside. "Xiaoyu, how is it? Is there any hope..."
Actually, he wanted to know if he had any hope of getting out, but he couldn't bring himself to say it. He felt it was shameful to express such a desire so urgently in front of a woman. How could Xiaoyu not understand the unspoken meaning in his words? However, she wasn't sure how to answer the man's question. Seeing his anxious expression, Xiaoyu felt a pang of sadness and whispered, "Don't worry, we're all trying to figure something out. I went to my brother, and he said he could help, but..."
"What?"
Shang Rong's heart leaped with hope when he heard Xiaoyu mention his brother, Sun Xiaoning. In his eyes, Sun Xiaoning and his associates were omnipotent; to them, the law didn't matter, as long as... "My brother said he has someone..."
Xiaoyu whispered, "but that person wants to borrow 100 million from you for short-term cash flow before he'll help."
"100 million?"
Shang Rong thought he'd misheard, but Xiaoyu nodded seriously. He gasped. 100 million? What a huge appetite! Even with a knife to his throat, it wouldn't cost 100 million! Besides, based on his guess, Qi Shundong didn't have any solid evidence. Sun Xiaoning's price was far too high. Thinking about how Qi Shundong had just taken 10 million from him recently, Shang Rong felt a surge of resentment, gave a cold laugh, and fell silent. Xiaoyu hurriedly said, "Brother Rong, money is just an external thing. Your freedom can't be measured by money. Besides, my brother assured me that the money was just a loan. He wouldn't lie to me, would he?"
Shang Rong looked at Xiaoyu with a half-smile and said, "Xiaoyu, you know how much money I have. Your assets plus Zihui's might be over a hundred million, but that's assets, not cash. Where am I going to get that much money? Besides, if I sell all my assets, what will my women eat in the future? If you don't believe me, go ask Zihui and see if she's willing."
Hearing Shang Rong's words, Xiaoya suddenly felt that she had been too naive. Many things were just wishful thinking on her part. At the same time, she remembered Zihui's attitude when they talked about money that day. At that time, Zihui insisted that the man's approval was necessary. Now the man said he had to ask Zihui. Xiaoya's heart sank, and tears of grievance welled up in her eyes. Seeing Xiaoyu's state, Shang Rong felt guilty and said in a low voice, "Xiaoyu, I'm so happy to see you today. Actually, although I didn't have Zihui call you, I knew you would come. So, go tell your brother that I can lend him 200 million, let alone 100 million, as long as he needs it. But this has nothing to do with my freedom."
Upon hearing this, Xiaoyu couldn't hold back any longer and began to sob. Shang Rong, seeing that the girl hadn't even considered the time and place, started crying so suddenly, quickly said, "All you do is cry, didn't you bring anything to make your man happy?"
Xiao Yu wiped away her tears, leaned over and gave Shang Rong a quick kiss on the lips, then glanced furtively at the door, blushing as she asked, "Is this okay?"
Shang Rong was momentarily speechless, and could only pretend to smoke by raising his hands to his mouth. Xiao Ya then realized what he meant, and said with a pained expression, "I brought a lot, but they took it all."
Seeing that Xiao Yu had calmed down, Shang Rong hurriedly asked, "How's Zi Hui's company?"
Xiao Yu then recounted how Zi Hui had sold the entertainment center and scaled back the company's business, and Shang Rong nodded in agreement. At this moment, Xiaoyu leaned over and whispered in Shang Rong's ear, "We've already made arrangements. If it really comes to it, you can go to the hospital; we'll go that way."
Shang Rong was startled, his face hardening as he whispered, "Did you see them?"
Seeing Xiaoyu nod, he added sternly, "Don't mess around. We won't take that route unless absolutely necessary."
He then leaned over and whispered something in Xiaoya's ear for a while. Xiaoyu listened and nodded repeatedly. "Are you done? It's time," the policeman outside urged. Shang Rong quickly asked, "Where's Xiaoya? How is she?"
“She hasn’t come back. Zi Hui Jie won’t let her work at the company anymore.”
Xiao Yu didn’t dare lie to the man. Shang Rong was about to speak when two policemen walked in and shouted, “Time’s up, time’s up!”
They then pulled Shang Rong towards the door. Xiao Yu choked out, “Brother Rong…”
Shang Rong turned back and smiled at her, shouting, “Go check on her, don’t let her run around.”
One of the policemen pushed Shang Rong from behind, laughing and cursing, “Damn it, don’t worry about things like that, think about your own business…”
Xiao Yu stood there watching the man’s figure disappear through the door, tears finally streaming down her face. She sobbed as she walked out.

Chapter 65 Delaying Tactic
Qi Shundong’s ears were practically pressed against the computer speakers. He wished he could crawl inside and hear what those two were talking about. “Damn it, these idiots, Zhong Xu’s gift has been wasted like this.”
Qi Shundong angrily pushed the speakers forward, unable to hold back his curses. Standing beside him, Zhang Lang said indignantly, "I told them right away that this recording was practically useless, just noise, completely inaudible. Director Chen actually gave a bunch of excuses, saying they weren't professionals at this and didn't have the necessary equipment, and told us to take it back and do some technical processing!"
He sighed and continued, "What a great opportunity! Apparently, Shang Rong and that woman talked for about ten minutes inside; there must have been something we were interested in."
He finished with a regretful expression. Equipment or professionalism? These days, any middle school student could clearly record a conversation. It seems he'd entrusted the wrong person. This old Chen seemed so subservient on the surface, but who knew if he was deliberately making things difficult for him behind his back? Suddenly, Qi Shundong remembered that the private meeting between Zheng Gang and Shang Rong was also arranged by this Director Chen, which also implicated Director Yang of the Prison Administration Bureau and Office Director Yu Yongming. Thinking of this, Qi Shundong slapped his thigh and said regretfully, "Damn it, they're in cahoots! I shouldn't have let Zhong Xu arrange this. How could he possibly understand the intricate relationships involved? It's truly a case of 'success and failure both stemming from the same source.'"
Zhang Lang, listening from the side, was completely confused and couldn't help but ask, "Who's in cahoots with whom?"
Qi Shundong didn't answer, but suddenly asked, "Where's the photo?"
He thought the photo couldn't be blurry. Zhang Lang quickly took out a photo from his bag and handed it to him. Qi Shundong took it and looked at it. The photo was indeed very clear, but suddenly he felt that the beautiful woman in the photo looked so familiar. Upon closer inspection, he exclaimed in surprise, "Sun Xiaoyu!"
Zhang Lang had naturally heard the story of Qi Shundong losing both his wife and his army, but he never expected that the woman in the photo was actually Sun Xiaoyu. What a joke! Now the police were fighting each other. Qi Shundong slumped into a chair, staring blankly at the tearful person in the photo. He'd almost forgotten about this woman after all this time. Didn't Zhang Aijun say she'd been transferred to the military? He never expected her to be involved in Shang Rong's case again, only this time as his opponent. Thinking of Sun Xiaoyu, Qi Shundong couldn't help but think of her family, her father Sun Haiyang and brother Sun Xiaoning. Although Qi Shundong didn't know them personally, he'd learned about their background from Zhang Aijun several times. If he wasn't mistaken, the people behind Shang Rong were likely the Sun family father and son. No wonder they could send such a professional slut as Li Manyuan; maybe Zhang Aijun was involved too. Otherwise, why would he be so enthusiastic about Shang Rong's case? This was going to be interesting. Qi Shundong remembered his promise to Xiaoya, and a bold plan slowly took shape in his mind. "How's your preparation for the interrogation of Shang Rong going?"
Qi Shundong suddenly asked Zhang Lang, who was standing there deep in thought, just like him. Zhang Lang woke up with a start and took out a stack of documents from his briefcase, handing them to Qi Shundong, saying, "It's all ready."
Qi Shundong casually flipped through the thick stack of documents, saying, "I need to take a closer look. Try to connect him with Zheng Gang. It's best not to ask about anything ambiguous, like Sun Xiaoyu's matter. It's not good to alert him to some things prematurely. Here's what we'll do."
Qi Shundong thought for a while and continued, "I'll go back and review the documents tonight. If there are no problems, we'll interrogate Shang Rong tomorrow, with you in charge."
After seeing Zhang Lang off, Qi Shundong pondered in his office for over an hour before taking a teacup to Zhang Aijun's office. Upon entering, just as he had expected, Li Qing was indeed there, her face still flushed. "Director Zhang, I'd like to discuss Shang Rong's case with you,"
Qi Shundong said to Zhang Aijun. Zhang Aijun responded with an "Oh," seemingly surprised, and waved to Li Qing, saying, "Let's discuss this another day."
Qi Shundong watched Li Qing leave the office, noticing that one corner of her blouse wasn't tucked into her skirt. This old man really knows how to enjoy life, even taking advantage of the situation in his office. "Old Qi, what's up? Any progress on Shang Rong's case?"
Zhang Aijun asked, his mind racing, trying to figure out Qi Shundong's intentions. Had the sun risen in the west? He practically controlled Shang Rong's case now; when had he ever thought to report to him? This guy's got bad intentions. He'd better hear his purpose first. Qi Shundong sighed with a bitter face and said, "It's good that there's progress."
He paused and then said helplessly, "Based on the materials we have, it's not impossible to sentence him to three to five years. However, I think Shang Rong's crimes are much more serious. It's just that this guy is too cunning, and we don't have any solid evidence. Zheng Gang showed up in the city again recently. Needless to say, he came back to ask Shang Rong for money. Because our colleagues from the branch office alerted him too early, Zheng Gang got away again. He also learned from Gao Yan that Shang Rong had been arrested. I think if Shang Rong doesn't show his face in society, Zheng Gang may hide indefinitely. This case might drag on indefinitely."
As he said this, he noticed that Zhang Aijun was squinting, seemingly listening but not really, just nodding slowly. It was unclear whether he agreed with his opinion or was dozing off. Seeing Zhang Aijun's lack of response, Qi Shundong continued, "The city and provincial departments are pressuring me every day, and I'm under immense pressure! After careful consideration, I'm thinking of releasing Shang Rong first, placing him under house arrest. The main purpose is to lure Zheng Gang out. Once Zheng Gang is brought back to justice, Shang Rong's case will be easily resolved. I just want to hear your opinion on how to release him, since we rarely release people before sentencing."
He then took out a cigarette, lit it, and waited for Zhang Aijun's response. It seemed he really couldn't hold out any longer. Zhang Aijun thought coldly, "You're really at your wit's end! It's easy to invite a god, but hard to send him away." He was clearly trying to save face, but of course, he was willing to give him that opportunity. It suited him perfectly, allowing him to repay a favor, satisfy his old comrade, and give Shang Rong an explanation. Then he could retire easily, and no matter how much they attacked him, the mud wouldn't get on him. “Old Qi! If you had listened to me back then and delayed arresting Shang Rong, Zheng Gang might already be in custody. Now look what’s happened—Shang Rong can’t be apprehended, and Zheng Gang can’t be caught. It’s just hanging there, which is the worst thing for us police officers to do when handling cases,”
Zhang Aijun said, his tone both earnest and lecturing. Qi Shundong, surprisingly, wore a humble smile and nodded repeatedly, thinking to himself, “The old man’s words are true. He sees things clearly; isn’t this exactly my current predicament?” “Director Zhang, you’re right. Now, looking at what to do next…”
Zhang Aijun straightened up from his chair and said magnanimously, “It’s really not appropriate for you to both arrest and release people. How about this, I’ll arrange the release. Arresting people is easy, releasing them is difficult. Shang Rong isn’t someone who can be easily manipulated. I’m afraid he’ll cause trouble and make a scene. I’ll talk to him personally and try to shut him up.”
He glanced at Qi Shundong and continued, “However, you must arrange an interrogation, otherwise it’s not in accordance with procedure. As for the house arrest, you can arrange it as you see fit.”
Qi Shundong nodded repeatedly and said, "I will arrange it. Just let me know in advance when and how you will release Shang Rong, so there won't be any problems."
Qi Shundong left Zhang Aijun's office, feeling somewhat humiliated, but his plan had been successfully implemented, so he was in a good mood. Entering his office, he picked up the phone and dialed the number of Han Zheng, the secretary to the municipal party secretary.

Chapter 66 Computer Mystery
Xiaoyu returned from the detention center dejectedly, her mood at its worst. Remembering what the man had said, she couldn't help but doubt her brother Sun Xiaoning's motives for borrowing money from Shang Rong. Why was Shang Rong so sensitive and wary of her brother borrowing money? It seemed the man was very averse to this kind of exchange. After all, she and Shang Rong had this relationship, and her brother's exorbitant demands at this time did seem rather heartless. She had been so anxious back then that she hadn't considered this possibility. If all else failed, she would call her brother and get him out first; the money could be discussed with the man himself after he was released. However, there was something more important to deal with immediately. Xiaoyu took out her phone from her bag and dialed Lao Yang's number. "Lao Yang, it seems we need to put what we discussed last time on hold for now. I saw him today, and he doesn't agree to do it that way."
Unexpectedly, Lao Yang wouldn't listen to Xiaoyu and said, "Xiaoyu, this was arranged by your brother. How can you just stop like that?"
Xiaoyu said anxiously, "I don't care, it has to stop immediately." Lao Yang laughed and said, "Xiaoyu, we've already paid the deposit. This business has to continue, otherwise who will pay the bill? Besides, we've already got that person, and we're preparing to send another gift to that important person. You're the one who provided this person." Xiaoyu
was speechless for a moment. She recalled that day at the villa when, during the discussion about putting pressure on Qi Shundong, Pangolin had suggested focusing on Fang Yuliang. Fang Yuliang possessed evidence of Qi Shundong's unauthorized kidnapping of Zi Hui, and since he was practically paralyzed and hospitalized, the police had long lost interest in him; getting him should be easy. Xiaoyu listened to Pangolin's suggestion but didn't express her opinion at the time. Later, when she met with Lao Yang, she casually provided this information. Lao Yang was quite familiar with Pangolin's group's actions. She expressed doubt about the man's abilities and tried her best to persuade Xiaoyu not to let Shang Rong's men get involved in the matter anymore. Xiaoyu thought it made sense; if these men got into trouble again, Shang Rong would be guilty on top of his crimes and would be even more unable to clear his name. Unexpectedly, Lao Yang had already taken action without saying a word. However, Xiaoyu sensed a hidden meaning in Lao Yang's almost rogue words, confirming her suspicion. She was instantly furious and hated Sun Xiaoning to the core. She shouted into the phone, "You guys go ahead and do it. I don't appreciate it, and no one will pay for it."
After saying that, she threw the phone on the sofa, her ample breasts heaving. Just then, the phone that Xiaoyu had thrown on the sofa suddenly beeped. She picked it up irritably and saw that it was Zi Hui calling. She had no choice but to answer. "Xiaoyu, did you see him?"
Zi Hui seemed a little out of breath. "Yes, I saw him. What's up?"
Xiaoyu's tone sounded stiff. "Oh, Xiaoya called me earlier, saying she wanted to talk to me about Rong-ge. I didn't want to see her at first, but then I thought, what if it's something important? You should come with me." Zihui seemed a little scared to meet Xiaoya alone .
"Don't go outside, have her come to the old house. You should come quickly too, I have something to discuss with you." Xiaoyu
tossed her phone aside and paced back and forth in the room. A glance caught her eye of the computer, and she couldn't help but recall her time as an undercover agent for Shang Rong. One night, she'd removed the computer's hard drive and given it to Qi Shundong for inspection. The next day, Shang Rong somehow found out she'd been out that night and suspected her of having a rendezvous with her lover, leading to a fight between the two early the next morning. Thinking about this, Xiaoyu's mood improved, and a smile crept onto her lips. "How did this guy know I went out last night? Was he monitoring me all night? Or did he trick me into telling the truth? Why would he lie to me? Did he already have suspicions then? I'll definitely get to the bottom of this when he gets back." With that thought, she sat down at the table and turned on the computer. There were only four images on the desktop. Unused icons were removed. Compared to many people's cluttered desktops, Shang Rong's computer desktop looked very clean. Opening the D drive, Xiao Yu found that the man was indeed a very organized person. Each folder contained a category of content, and they were all named with Chinese characters. There were subcategories under the main categories, and further subcategories under the subcategories. Sometimes a folder was like a nested doll she had played with, peeling back layer after layer, endlessly. Xiao Yu imagined the man sitting in front of the computer painstakingly managing these layered folders, and couldn't help but chuckle. Since she had nothing to do, she subconsciously clicked on folder after folder, not knowing how many folders she opened or how much time had passed. Suddenly, one folder couldn't be opened, and an error warning popped up on the screen: "d:\zl referenced an unavailable location. It could be a hard drive on a computer on your local machine or network. Please check to confirm that this drive is correctly connected, or that you are connected to the internet or your network. If you still cannot locate it, the information may have been moved elsewhere." Xiaoyu
was immediately drawn to the folder. Not only was it at the very bottom of the hierarchy, but it was also the only folder whose name wasn't in Chinese characters. Her computer knowledge told her that the man had deliberately hidden it, albeit clumsily. Anyone familiar with computers would know how to open it, except for novices. "You big dummy, you've met a computer expert today! This little trick might work on Zihui and the others, but it's a piece of cake for me. I'll see what you're hiding." With a smile, Xiaoyu excitedly clicked on the menu bar in the lower left corner, typed the folder's English name into the Run menu, added two dots, and was about to click OK when she suddenly remembered what Qi Shundong had said after checking Shang Rong's computer: "Damn it, a whole night wasted! Turns out the computer is full of pictures and movies of demons fighting." Thinking of this
, Xiaoya blushed and hesitated. Maybe it contained things about demons fighting. Fortunately, Xiaoyu's field had already been cultivated by Shang Rong several times; she was a little shy, but not afraid to look. Besides, her intense curiosity wouldn't allow her to stop. So, Xiaoyu's trembling little hand clicked the "OK" button. The names of the first few folders that caught her eye made Xiaoyu tremble involuntarily, feeling a chill run down her spine. She not only saw a folder named after herself, but also folders named after Zhang Ming, She Tianlang, Zheng Gang… all the men and women related to Shang Rong, except for Zi Hui, each had a folder. Ignoring everything else, Xiaoyu first opened her own. Inside were two Word documents, each named… Xiaoyu, who had been relaxed earlier, had completely lost the lighthearted mood she was in. She could almost hear her own heart pounding, just like a thief in the act. Her small hands trembled as she prepared to open the "Notes" document, when suddenly the doorbell rang. "Damn it, how did they get here so fast?" Xiaoyu cursed inwardly in annoyance, frantically closing all the windows as if she were a burglar caught in the act of someone returning home. Just as she was about to run to open the door, she suddenly turned back and yanked the computer power cord out of the socket. Then, she took a deep breath and calmly walked towards the door.

Chapter 67: Consuming Youth.
Zihui, upon entering, eagerly asked, "How was Rong-ge? What did he say to you?" Xiaoyu
was still engrossed in that mysterious folder on the computer, unable to concentrate and feeling a sense of intrusion into her privacy. Before she could even answer Zihui's question, a blush had already crept onto her face. Zihui noticed Xiaoyu's distracted state and flushed cheeks, and wondered aloud. Judging from her expression, had the man flirted with her during those few minutes? It was quite possible; that guy had been holding back for so long, he might have done something. "Luckily, we didn't even exchange more than a few words."
Xiaoyu answered hesitantly. Sure enough, the two of them got so caught up in their sweet talk that they forgot all about their business. Zihui felt a pang of jealousy. She had thought she should be the first to meet the man, but it was Xiaoyu, who had come from afar, who had gotten there first. Who could blame her for being so incompetent? "Didn't you talk to him about money?"
Zihui asked in surprise. Xiaoyu's face darkened, her expression filled with endless worries. After a long pause, she said, "You're right, Rong-ge didn't mean that. He seems to know what's going on. However, he quite appreciates your decision to sell the entertainment center and scale back the company's business."
Seeing Xiaoyu's listless expression, Zihui assumed she felt embarrassed in front of the man and comforted her, "That was your idea, after all."
Then the two women chatted about trivial matters, from the man's complexion and clothing to the environment of the detention center and the police's attitude, for nearly half an hour. Xiaoyu suddenly said, "Rong-ge seems particularly concerned about Xiaoya. He didn't seem too happy that you got her out of the company."
"What did he say?"
Zihui asked hurriedly. Regarding Xiaoya's situation, although she had told Xiaoyu that she would explain to the man herself when he came out, she was always uneasy and unsure of his true intentions. Xiaoyu recalled the words Shang Rong had said as he turned back before going in that day, and for a moment she couldn't quite figure out what the man meant. "He said..."
A doorbell rang, interrupting Xiaoyu. "Speak of the devil, and he appears."
Zihui said as she stood up to open the door. Xiaoya and Zihui hadn't seen each other for a few days, and both felt a little awkward upon seeing each other again, much more distant than when they used to live in the same house. However, Xiaoya still greeted her, "Sister Zihui." "
Xiaoya, I don't know if you two know each other. This is Xiaoyu, she..."
Zihui trailed off, unsure how to introduce Xiaoyu, thinking to herself, "The ancients had a way with things like second concubines, third concubines, first concubines, and second concubines, they all had names. I wonder how Shang Rong's women should address each other, calling each other 'sister,' it's so awkward." However, upon closer reflection, strictly speaking, it wasn't anything special. Besides herself, which of these women had ever been married to Shang Rong? "I met Xiaoya many years ago, when she was still in school. Xiaoya remembers me, right?"
Xiaoyu quickly changed the subject. To be honest, Xiaoya definitely wouldn't recognize Xiaoyu if they only saw her in person. However, she had heard a lot about Sun Xiaoyu. She had heard the famous story of the role reversal between her and Shang Rong from Gao Yan, and she also knew that several large sums of money handled by Qiao Fei had ended up in this woman's hands. In fact, just a few hours ago, her father had called her to inform her of Xiaoyu's return, intending for her to be careful, as this woman was even more difficult to deal with than Lin Zihui. Looking at Xiaoyu's youthful beauty, comparable to her own, and especially the mature charm she lacked, Xiaoya felt a pang of jealousy. She even shook hands with Xiaoyu in a professional manner, mimicking a man's gesture. "I remember you used to be a policeman, working for my father,"
Xiaoya said, seizing the opportunity to stab Xiaoyu in the back. In this situation, Zi Hui naturally sided with Xiao Yu. Seeing the awkward expression on Xiao Yu's face after hearing Xiao Ya's words, she immediately said, "What's so great about that lousy cop? Xiao Yu is the general manager of the Beijing company now."
Xiao Ya smiled faintly, and without waiting for a greeting, plopped down on the sofa, acting like the hostess, saying, "Let's all sit down and talk."
Xiao Yu had initially felt quite sympathetic towards Xiao Ya's situation and disapproved of Zi Hui's actions, even intending to have a serious talk with her. Now, seeing Xiao Ya's attitude towards her, she felt a little uncomfortable. No wonder Zi Hui disliked her; she was putting on airs with her. "Xiao Ya, I heard you've been staying outside since Rong Ge's accident. I went to see Rong Ge yesterday; he was very worried about you,"
Xiao Yu said after sitting down. Xiaoya already knew that Xiaoyu had met Shang Rong, but she was still very concerned about what the man thought of her. So, she asked somewhat anxiously, "What did Brother Rong... say?"
She regretted asking immediately and continued before Xiaoyu could answer, "I'm just in a bad mood and afraid of affecting everyone's mood, so I'm living alone in the old house. Besides, I'm not with the company anymore, and I'm thinking of finding a job."
She glanced at Zihui as she spoke. Just as Xiaoyu was about to speak, Zihui interrupted, "Let's not waste time. Didn't you say you wanted to discuss Brother Rong with me? Just say it. Xiaoyu isn't an outsider."
Xiaoya knew that Zihui was a woman who could say anything if angered, so she didn't want to provoke her now, lest her important business be ruined. So, she stopped dwelling on those complicated matters and got straight to the point: "After Rong was arrested, I was very anxious and asked around for help. There were no results until last week when I found an old comrade-in-arms of my father. He went to see my father in person and came back saying that Rong's situation has improved because Zheng Gang has reappeared..."
"Zheng Gang?"
Zi Hui and Xiao Yu exclaimed almost simultaneously, because they now basically knew the name and the man's connection, though they had almost forgotten about him. "Yes."
Xiao Ya was satisfied with the effect of her words and continued, "Now, most people in the Public Security Bureau believe that even if Rong is sentenced, based on what they currently know, he won't get a long sentence, but it will make it more difficult to arrest Zheng Gang. That's all I know. My father's old comrade-in-arms said that my father is under a lot of pressure and seems to basically agree to release Rong, but..."
"But what?"
This time, Zi Hui asked impatiently. “It just requires a large bail.”
Xiaoya paused and said, “If we can pay this bail, my father’s old comrade-in-arms said he’s confident he can get Rong Ge out.”
“How much?”
This time it was Xiaoyu who asked. “Ten million!”
Xiaoya felt her heart tremble when she said that number. Because the number Qi Shundong had given her that night was one million, Xiaoya had thought about it for a long time after waking up, so she took it upon herself to multiply the number tenfold. Zihui and Xiaoyu looked at each other, and neither of them spoke for a moment. The room was quiet. Only the observant Zihui noticed that Xiaoya’s ears were very red. What old comrade-in-arms? Maybe Qi Shundong was trying to take advantage of the situation, and it was just a charade put on by the father and daughter. However, if ten million could get the man out, it was still quite a good deal. It was much better than Xiaoyu’s frightening number. She just didn’t know if it was reliable. Zihui looked at Xiaoyu and saw that she seemed to be tempted as well. She made up her mind. Just as she was about to speak, Xiaoya added, "I also consulted some knowledgeable people. They said that the ten million isn't all bail money; it's actually their operating fees and kickbacks. There are people who specialize in this now. They said that since the other party dares to ask for this amount, there won't be any major problems."
Zihui became even more convinced of her opinion. She thought to herself, "You, Qi Xiaoya, a little brat, dare to show off in front of me. If you can really get the man released, this ten million is a gift to you and your father. However, you, Qi Xiaoya, can forget about getting another penny. Consider this ten million as the man's expense on you, except that the man didn't spend enough, it's a bit expensive..." "Xiaoya,"
Zihui said indifferently, "It's kind of you to go through all this trouble for Rong-ge. I don't trust your father's old comrade-in-arms. How about this, you go to your father yourself. As long as he agrees personally, I'll provide the ten million. On the day Shang Rong is released, this ten million will be transferred to any account he designates."
Xiaoya stared blankly at Zihui for a few seconds, feeling both excited and ashamed, unable to describe the feeling. However, she had some objections to Zihui's payment method. “Sister Zihui…you know me…I don’t talk to him. Besides, even if he offered me money, I wouldn’t dare take it. Also, his old comrade-in-arms said that I have to pay first…”
Zihui sneered and said, “Xiaoya, tell him to rest assured. Ten million is my personal property, Lin Zihui can afford it.”
Xiaoya sneered inwardly. "What are you bragging about? If it weren't for Shang Rong, you'd just be a lowly bank accountant." But she reluctantly agreed, "Then I'll go talk to him again."
Actually, Zihui wasn't as confident as she appeared. After all, this was a rare opportunity, and if she didn't seize it, something might happen, and she wouldn't be able to find a way to use the money. So, she assured Xiaoya again, "It's settled then. I'll have the cash ready."
After seeing Qi Xiaoya off, Zihui and Xiaoyu looked at each other, seemingly unable to believe that things had been resolved so smoothly. "Do you think there's any hope?"
Xiaoyu asked. "I think it's about right this time. But if he comes back, we can't let him hang out with Xiaoya anymore. You have to persuade him for me then."
Zihui squinted, seemingly already waiting to welcome the man. Xiaoyu suddenly thought of her brother, Sun Xiaoning, and Lao Yang, and was filled with worry.

Chapter 68: Killing to Save Husband
Although Lao Yang had been fierce with Xiaoyu on the phone, he felt a surge of irritation after hanging up. He knew about Sun Xiaoning's relationship with her half-sister, and Sun Xiaoning was unpredictable. If Shang Rong didn't pay, not only would he have worked for nothing, but who knew if Sun Xiaoning would blame him? If he insisted on his own way and angered Xiaoyu, the consequences would be unpredictable. After much deliberation, Lao Yang contacted Sun Xiaoning through a secure channel. Before Lao Yang could finish speaking on the phone, Sun Xiaoning became anxious. "What's wrong, Lao Yang? You're still talking nonsense at this crucial moment! I'm about to explode with worry! If the funds don't arrive soon, this deal will fall through, and we might not even get our deposit back."
After a moment of silence, Sun Xiaoning asked, "Where exactly did things go wrong?"
"I haven't met Xiaoyu yet, but I suspect they might have found a more cost-effective solution. Also, Xiaoyu met Shang Rong yesterday, and if I'm not mistaken, he probably rejected your offer,"
Lao Yang said cautiously. There was silence on the other end of the phone for a long time before Sun Xiaoning's angry voice finally came through: "Do you even need to ask? Shang Rong must already know what's going on with his release. You need to make Qi Shundong understand that he must be released the way we do it. Besides, don't you understand who else is involved in this? I'm not going to say any more, the funds must be in place next week."
After hanging up, Lao Yang was even more annoyed. Damn it, how can you blame me for my sister getting involved? Despite his complaints, he still quickly moved his fat body into the car, panting as he thought, "The one who tied the knot must untie it." "Xiaoyu, please help your brother, and help me too, this can't be delayed!"
Lao Yang parked his car in a secluded spot on the outskirts of the city, earnestly trying to persuade Xiaoyu, almost kneeling down to plead with her. Xiaoyu just stared out the window without saying a word, and Lao Yang had basically figured out what she was thinking. It seems she doesn't know how powerful I am until I show her some ruthlessness. "Xiaoyu,"
Old Yang said ominously, "Your brother is determined to get this money. I only know how to obey orders. Let me tell you honestly, no matter what methods you use to save him, I can make sure you can't. Originally, our purpose in putting pressure on Qi Shundong was to release him, but we can do the opposite." "
You..."
Xiaoyu turned her head and glared at Old Yang with wide eyes. "You dare!"
Old Yang felt a chill run down his spine under the girl's gaze. He hardened his heart and said, "Of course I don't want to do that, but
if you push me too far..." Old Yang paused and then changed to a more tactful tone, "Money is just an external thing. Besides, without our previous efforts, would Qi Shundong have let Shang Rong go so easily? To tell you the truth, in order to put pressure on Qi Shundong, we even pulled out a deeply buried thorn, and that Fang Yuliang..."
"Did you kill him?!"
Xiaoyu interrupted Old Yang sharply. Old Yang quickly waved his hand and said, "No, no, we're not murderers. We just asked him to write some materials in a quiet place. You haven't seen his materials; if they were made public, Qi Shundong would be in big trouble."
"I can't help it!"
Xiao Yu sighed and said, "I also hope things can be resolved perfectly, but the money is in his hands. Besides, he can't come up with that much money. You can't let him starve, can you?"
Old Yang sneered and said in a low voice, "I didn't expect him to cry poor in front of you. Let me tell you, last time he lent some money to your brother, we gave him some stock market information. Do you know how much he made that time?"
He stared at Xiao Yu as if asking her to guess. Seeing Xiao Yu's unmoved look, Old Yang had no choice but to say, "Don't say that number."
He held up three fingers and waved them in front of Xiao Yu, then said, "Don't mention a hundred million, he could even come up with two or three hundred million."
Xiao Yu didn't say anything, but she was slightly surprised. If what Old Yang said was true, the man had an astronomical amount of money. Not to mention herself, even Zi Hui probably didn't know the truth. It seemed the man's reluctance to hand over the money wasn't due to lack of funds, but rather a feeling of being extorted and harboring resentment. Old Yang, seeing Xiaoyu lost in thought, wondered what she was planning. It seemed he'd have to use some drastic measures to get her to comply. Old Yang leaned closer to Xiaoyu and whispered, "Shang Rong wouldn't risk his life for money, would he? Xiaoyu, I know you're caught in the middle, but if you tell him just one thing, he'll definitely hand over the money obediently."
Xiaoyu looked at Old Yang questioningly without speaking, but a glimmer of hope seemed to flash in her eyes. If she could satisfy her brother and also free the man, that would be the perfect solution. But how could she coerce her own man? However, if this money could be used as an investment, she did have a plan. Thinking of this, she ignored Lao Yang's shady tactics and said seriously, "Lao Yang, stop for now. I'll call my brother later. He just wants this money to invest in a business. We can't let Shang Rong give us money for nothing. If we can give him a share of the profits, I can talk to him."
Lao Yang found Xiaoyu's words laughable. It seemed this girl didn't understand her brother. Sun Xiaoning had always been the type to take what others had; how could he tolerate others sharing his cake? Besides, this money was nominally a loan, but there would never be a repayment date. Even Shang Rong knew this. This girl was too naive. "Xiaoyu,"
Old Yang sighed, "I advise you not to make this call. Your brother won't agree. Although you're siblings, you each have your own careers and ways of doing things. I understand your brother's intentions very well. We've only been gentle because of you. If we didn't have you, we probably would have gotten the money already. So we can't waste any more time."
Now, Xiaoyu understood her brother's true intentions. It seemed this money wasn't a loan at all; he was just taking advantage of Shang Rong's misfortune to extort money. He was even trying to extort money from his own lover! Xiaoyu was furious and sneered, "In that case, go tell him you don't have a single penny. Let's see if he still tries to rob us!"
Seeing things escalate to this point, Old Yang was so anxious he wanted to cry. This was putting him in a very difficult position. So, without thinking twice, he said decisively, "Xiaoyu, don't blame me for being ruthless. I can only take care of one of you siblings."
Xiaoyu glanced at Lao Yang and said, "What do you want?"
Lao Yang chuckled coldly and said, "I've been watching those people in the villa for a long time. If they fall into Qi Shundong's hands, tell me, what meaning will money have for Shang Rong?"
Xiaoyu froze, as if struck on a nerve, after hearing Lao Yang's words. If those men in the villa fell into Qi Shundong's hands, the man would essentially be at gunpoint. She hadn't expected Lao Yang to have known this secret all along, only holding back, and now using it to blackmail her? She knew these men's methods; Shang Rong was a tough nut to crack. If he refused to pay, Lao Yang alone could kill him. Right now, she was carrying out her brother's orders, but who knew if one day she herself would use this to blackmail the man? Wouldn't this lead to an endless cycle? Xiaoyu bit her pale lips, a surge of anger rising within her. She looked at Lao Yang with a half-smile and said, "Lao Yang, it must be hard for you to work so hard for my brother. But you've been scheming against my man so meticulously; surely you've gotten your share of benefits?"
Lao Yang chuckled and said, "What can a errand boy get…?"
He suddenly stopped, as he was shocked to see Xiaoyu holding a small pistol, the muzzle slightly pointed at his chest. "Xiaoyu, you…"
With a sharp bang, Lao Yang's obese body swayed, one hand clutching his left chest. A trickle of bright red blood seeped through his shirt, slowly seeping from between his fingers. He looked down at the blood on his chest, then up at Xiaoyu, his face filled with astonishment, as if this was nothing more than a game between him and Xiaoyu. But the moment the second gunshot rang out, Old Yang's eyes revealed terror and despair. In the instant he lost consciousness, his gradually dilating pupils clearly saw a beautiful Grim Reaper. "You reap what you sow. Don't blame me for being ruthless,"
Xiaoyu muttered blankly. She took a car rag from the car's storage bag, wiped the door handle closest to her, glanced one last time at the obese body slumped over the steering wheel, used the rag as a cushion to open the door, and staggered towards her car… [

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