[Urban] Urban Loss of Virginity (Complete) - Part 3

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Chapter 7 Unexpected Event
Shang Rong stared at the tall, 25-year-old woman before him for a full three minutes without speaking. Unfortunately, the woman standing before him had her large, watery phoenix eyes fixed on him, showing no sign of unease. Instead, Shang Rong himself averted his gaze. What a talent! Yang Jun has good taste; I wonder if he's ever tried anything with her. "
Gao Yan! Please sit down and talk."
Gao Yan sat down elegantly in the chair opposite him, her eyes seemingly saying: Please give your instructions.
"Has President Yang mentioned salary to you?"
Shang Rong asked.
"President Yang didn't say, and I didn't ask,"
Gao Yan replied bluntly.
Shang Rong smiled and said, "We're a newly established company, in the startup phase, so salaries aren't high. I'll give you a three-month probationary period. After three months, if you're still with the company, I'll give you 3,000 yuan per month; if you leave, I'll give you a one-time payment of 5,000 yuan. I'm only talking about salaries; I will never mistreat those who have made special contributions to the company. Think it over."
Gao Yan smiled and said, "I agree. You're the only general manager I've ever met who discusses compensation with employees."
Shang Rong stared at her pretty face and said, "In a few days, you'll see me cleaning the toilets in the outside restrooms again."
"I hope this won't happen again."
Next, Shang Rong held a meeting with all the company's employees to analyze the situation. This time, Shang Rong was very satisfied. Yang Jun and Yu Yongming had become very familiar with each other, almost to the point of being able to talk about anything. In particular, the information provided by Fatty gave him even more confidence.
Finally, Shang Rong said, "I've decided to add another 2 million yuan to this project. But don't worry, this 2 million yuan isn't equity and won't participate in profit sharing. I'll withdraw it after the project is completed. I don't believe 3 million yuan can't bring down that Deputy Director Wu."
Yang Jun exclaimed in surprise, "President Shang, where did you get 2 million yuan from?
" Shang Rong mysteriously replied, "My wife's hidden stash of money."
The fat man laughed, "President Shang, you didn't marry another rich woman, did you?"
Shang Rong kicked the fat man, checked his watch, and said, "Yang Jun, arrange a place. Tonight, I'll treat everyone to a meal. First, to welcome Gao Yan, and second, to relax. We'll be busy in a couple of days."
Yang Jun said, "Gao Yan, President Shang is so good to you, he's paying for your welcome himself."
Gao Yan said, "President Shang isn't welcoming me, he's testing me."
That evening, the three men and their new, beautiful female colleague first had a drinking contest at a restaurant. Ostensibly a banquet hosted by President Shang to welcome Gao Yan, it actually became a test of the newcomer's work ability. Considering the special nature of Gao Yan's position, this test had to be conducted in a hotel or nightclub.
Three men took turns, working in perfect harmony, shamelessly showering the only woman at the table with attention and flattery. By the time two bottles of strong liquor were finished, Shang Rong was practically unable to sit still, his head almost drooping onto the table. The fat man had completely changed his attitude, giving Gao Yan a thumbs-up and praising her drinking capacity, strongly urging a truce. Only Yang Jun, emboldened by alcohol, squinted his lecherous eyes and slurred his words, relentlessly pursuing Gao Yan.
Gao Yan naturally understood the men's intentions. When Yang Jun approached her, he made it clear that her job was external relations and reception, which, to put it bluntly, meant conquering men at the dinner table, and, in special circumstances, even in bed. Although Yang Jun hadn't said it aloud, he had given her a clear hint, intending to prepare her mentally. Tonight was the first test of her performance at the dinner table. As for her prowess in bed, Gao Yan wasn't sure which of the three men would be the one to assess her.
Secretly, Gao Yan hoped it would be Shang Rong who challenged her. Based on her three years of experience in hotel public relations, she believed in striking at the head of the group first. If she could win over the boss, she'd have more options later on; there was no need to personally serve the boss's underlings.
Back when she worked as a public relations officer at the hotel, Gao Yan was only 21, radiating youthful energy and possessing a beautiful face. Which of the hotel's vice presidents, department managers, or even the more senior employees didn't want to sleep with her?
Working there every day was like navigating a wolf's den; countless lustful eyes swished over her like searchlights, and the bolder ones would take advantage of her, making it difficult to retaliate. As for vulgar slang, it was like a constant barrage of whispers.
Gao Yan had long lost her virginity. At the age of 18, she and a shy male classmate had a premarital encounter in a haystack. After graduating high school, she failed to get into university. During the two years she was unemployed at home, she slept with several local hooligans. Some were willing, others were reluctant; in short, her manhood, though still tender, was no longer a budding flower.
After sleeping with these young men, Gao Yan was surprised to discover her own value, understanding the allure of her beauty to men. However, she was a kind girl and unwilling to needlessly harm innocent men. She only wanted to harm men who could change her life and bring her pleasure. Therefore, Gao Yan resolutely left her small county town and ventured alone into this modern metropolis of eight million people.
So, facing these drooling men in hotels, Gao Yan felt they were no different from the hooligans in her small town, only slightly more sophisticated in their lewd fantasies and manipulative tactics when trying to possess her. Gao Yan was used to this. However, Gao Yan was also keenly aware that she needed to choose a target as soon as possible to give her wandering body a home; otherwise, she would quickly decay and become a plaything for others. This was an ending she didn't want to see, after all, she wasn't a prostitute yet.
After some weighing and comparison, Gao Yan set her sights on Li Dongming, the hotel's deputy general manager. Of course, Gao Yan had also considered General Manager Jiang Linfeng, but she couldn't get close to him, and he was too serious, making it impossible to tell if he was interested in her. Besides, the general manager was surrounded by too many women, and competition among the women would inevitably lead to infighting. Li Dongming, on the other hand, was young, promising, handsome, and powerful in the hotel. Most importantly, the ambiguous glances and earnest concern he often showed her deeply moved Gao Yan. Although Li Dongming already had a wife, Gao Yan had no intention of marrying anyone. She would be content to be this man's mistress, thus having someone to rely on, and preventing other lecherous men from targeting her.
Now that she had a plan in mind, Gao Yan's heart was entirely focused on Vice President Li, and she paid extra attention to his comings and goings. It was a weekend, and near the end of the workday, Gao Yan and Vice President Li came face to face. As usual, Vice President Li narrowed his meaningful eyes at the graceful young woman, revealing a kind smile. "
Xiao Yan, still not off work?"
Gao Yan put on her most charming smile and said sweetly, "I was just about to leave, Mr. Li, you should be off work by now too."
Mr. Li sighed and said, "I'm on duty today, so I can't spend the weekend. Xiao Yan, are you planning a date?"
Gao Yan immediately blushed and said shyly, "Mr. Li, please don't tease me. I don't even have any friends in this city, who would I date..."
"Oh!"
Mr. Li seemed intrigued. "
I'm pretty bored working alone tonight, how about we have dinner together?"
Gao Yan's heart pounded, but she stammered, "This...isn't that inconvenient...I..."
Mr. Li, captivated by the girl's charm, broke out in a cold sweat, wishing he could hug and kiss her right there in the hallway. "
What's inconvenient about it? Wait in my office for a bit, I'll go up to the sixth floor and be right back."
With that, he turned and opened his office door, carefully leading the girl inside.
Gao Yan sat on the sofa in her office, surveying the spacious and luxurious office of the deputy general manager. Her gaze finally settled on a photograph on the desk. It showed three people: a woman in her early thirties, quite stylish, but whom Gao Yan found rather ordinary; a six or seven-year-old child; and of course, General Manager Li. Looking at General Manager Li's family photo, Gao Yan felt a pang of sadness. Something was bound to happen tonight. Up until now, she had no connection with the woman and child in the photo, but after tonight, things would be uncertain. At the very least, she and that woman had shared a man—or rather, she hadn't known, but rather had stolen her man. A wave of hesitation washed over Gao Yan; she felt an urge to open the door and run away. That woman was the victim, so what was she? It seemed only the man benefited in this whole affair… A phone call startled Gao Yan awake. After a while, she cautiously answered the call… “
Wire room? That’s the guest room! Right, there’s a bed and a bathtub there…” Gao Yan stood in the elevator, her legs trembling slightly, like a soldier going into battle for the first time. Maybe it was because she hadn’t done that kind of thing in a long time. Gao Yan comforted herself.
Gao Yan never expected that the usually refined and gentle Mr. Li would be so fierce. As soon as she entered room 1908 and the door closed, Mr. Li swept Gao Yan into his arms like an eagle pouncing on a rabbit. The kisses, the groping of her breasts, the pulling down of her pants—all happened in one smooth motion. Although Gao Yan was mentally prepared, she was still caught off guard by Mr. Li. She finally managed to break free from his kiss, her delicate body twisting in his arms with a thousand charms, her small mouth trembling as if she were weak and timid, letting out a soft cry: Mr. Li… ah… no… can’t… ah… how could you… ah… you can’t take it off…”
At this moment, Mr. Li was extremely excited. The girl’s slight struggles made him pant heavily. He grabbed one of the girl’s tender breasts with one hand and caressed her upturned buttocks with the other. The small panties were slowly pulled down to her knees. Mr. Li panted as he impatiently explored the source of the girl’s heat: "Little Yan...be good...be obedient...do you know how long I've thought about you...my little Yan Yan..."
Hearing the man's broken words of love and confession, Gao Yan felt a sense of relief. She hadn't been wrong; it seemed Mr. Li truly liked her. Otherwise, why would he be so...? Feeling the man's eager movements on her body, Gao Yan's heart gradually stirred, and the last trace of shyness was overwhelmed by the waves of desire. When Mr. Li's hand finally entered her wet vagina, Gao Yan let out a soft cry, her hands tightly wrapped around the man's neck, her supple waist swaying, using her vagina to stroke the man's fingers, her small mouth pressed against the man's ear, exhaling waves of passion
. "Ah...you...ah...I don't care anymore...hold me...to the bed..."
Mr. Li had no time to carry her to the bed. While still fondling the girl's vulva, he pushed her to the sofa, forcefully shoving her down onto it. Gao Yan gasped as she fell, her panties already down to her calves, her snow-white abdomen, sparse pubic hair, and glistening vulva suddenly fully exposed to the man's eyes. After Gao Yan saw the man's wolfish gaze fixed on her genitals, she groaned, turned around, and lay face down on the sofa, again displaying her plump, white buttocks to the man. Mr. Li felt his mouth go dry, his eyes... His eyes seemed to spit fire. He wanted to fuck her, fuck her first, he had all night anyway. Mr. Li quickly stripped himself naked, lifted the girl's long, white legs from the sofa, and raised her buttocks to his lower abdomen, her cleft glistening with moisture.
Gao Yan knew the man was about to penetrate her, but she hadn't expected this position on their first time. However, she didn't care about the position; she just wanted to express her opinion to the man with the last bit of girlish reserve.
Just as the man's hard penis pressed against her entrance, Gao Yan twisted her slender waist, preventing him from succeeding. Turning her head, her face flushed, she said in a soft voice, "You...you were telling the truth earlier..."
Mr. Li was stunned. He couldn't recall what he had said earlier, but any man would understand the girl's general meaning.
But Mr. Li didn't have time to explain in detail, panting as he said, " "Little Yan Yan... let me fuck you... be a good girl and don't move..."
He finished speaking and focused only on adjusting his erection.
The man's blatant words thrilled Gao Yan. In the past, the small-time thugs in the county town would say vulgar things like "fuck" and "sex" when they had sex with her, but she only felt a little shy then. Now, hearing these words from the mouth of this usually dignified general manager, she felt a strange stimulation and excitement. He's going to fuck me! He's finally fucking me! So many people want to fuck me! Gao Yan felt like she'd been struck by lightning; her body went limp, a gush of fluid welling up inside her. She buried her flushed face in the sofa, raising her buttocks high to actively welcome the man's fierce thrusts.
Finally, at the moment of his ejaculation, Gao Yan couldn't help but raise her head, tossing her hair, and passionately shouting out the love words she had only ever said to that high school boy. "
Ah!" "Possess me...possess me fiercely..."
The next day, Shang Rong opened his eyes to find himself lying in his bed at home. His temples throbbed with pain, and his throat was parched. He staggered into the kitchen and drank a ladle of cold water. His mind drifted to the drinking session from the previous night.
That girl could really drink! How could such a beautiful girl have such a high alcohol tolerance? He had intended to test Gao Yan, but she had outdone him. He still remembered Gao Yan dancing with him, her firm breasts pressed tightly against his body. He wondered if he had an erection; after drinking so much, he probably wouldn't have made such a fool of himself. He could never drink like that with his men again... A phone call interrupted his thoughts.
He glanced at his phone; it was an unknown number. He didn't want to answer, but then thought it might be business. So he answered while still lying on the sofa.
"Shang Rong, this is Zhang Yan. Have you seen Zheng Gang these past few days?" "
Damn, they've come to me looking for my husband too." Shang Rong felt a pang of jealousy.
"Yan Yan, there are only two ways to deal with a lost husband: one is to report it lost to the police station immediately, and the other is to find another one. I agree with you taking the second option, because I'm currently single."
Shang Rong couldn't help but joke with his "old flame."
"Shang Rong, stop joking. Zheng Gang hasn't come home for three days. I went to his workplace to look for him, and his boss was being all mysterious, asking me about Zheng Gang's whereabouts. The police came last night... I didn't sleep a wink all night... I'm scared... Waaah..."
Zhang Yan started crying on the phone.
"Have you contacted anyone else?"
"No, Shang Rong, I'm scared."
"Where are you now?"
"At home.
" "Wait for me." Hanging up the phone, Shang
Rong felt a surge of impulse, wanting to rush to the woman's side and comfort her immediately.
But he quickly calmed down. Zheng Gang was definitely in trouble. The Finance Bureau. It was related to money. His superiors were inquiring about his whereabouts.
The police were at his door. It was all signs of him absconding with the money. The police hadn't caught him yet,
but Zhang Yan was definitely being watched. If he went to see Zhang Yan now, he
might get himself into trouble. Shang Rong paced back and forth in the room, his mind filled with Zhang Yan's pitiful, crying face. The fact that she thought of calling him first meant that he was still trustworthy to her. What could he do to help her? Damn it,
he was destined to be ruined by a woman. What business was it of his if someone else's wife was his?
At this moment, Shang Rong felt like he had a hot potato in his mouth, too bad to spit out, but too hot to swallow.
Shang Rong put on his clothes, didn't even wash his face, and drove to a phone booth by the roadside.
Zhang Yan took a while to answer the phone. "
Listen to me. Aren't you at work?"
"I'm on vacation these days."
"Do you remember that long, narrow alley behind the school?"
"Isn't that the alley you and Zheng Gang used to scare me about?
" It's amazing she still remembers that old story. "
If you come from the south and there's no one behind you, get into the black Buick across the street. If someone is following you, don't get in. Go home immediately, and I'll figure something out."
Shang Rong felt a strange excitement, like a spy navigating the treacherous streets of Shanghai. No wonder Russian tycoons started playing these adventure games planned by entertainment companies; human nature loves adventure and excitement, as long as it's not for real.
This place was well-chosen; unless someone was stationed in the buildings on both sides to monitor them beforehand, the tracking would definitely be exposed. When Shang Rong saw Zhang Yan emerge from the alley, he was inwardly impressed with his brilliant counter-surveillance strategy.
Zhang Yan's eyes were watery, and although the weather wasn't very cold, her body was trembling slightly. Shang Rong suppressed the urge to pull the woman into his arms, quickly driving away from that place, feeling uneasy as if he were a criminal.
"Is this your car?"
Zhang Yan asked pitifully.
What kind of time is this for a woman to care about such things? Shang Rong ignored her, driving around the outer ring road for a long time before returning to his house.
Once inside, Zhang Yan looked around each room. Shang Rong sat on the sofa, wanting to laugh: "Don't worry, there's no one else here. Sit down and tell me what happened."
Zhang Yan sat on the sofa for a long time, stunned, and said, "Didn't I tell you everything? Zheng Gang has been missing for several days."
Shang Rong said, "Wasn't there anything unusual about him before he disappeared?"
Zhang Yan said with tears in her eyes, "Why are you asking the same questions as the police?"
Shang Rong laughed, "When the police ask you, you don't have to tell the truth. When I ask you, you have to tell the truth, otherwise why did you come to me?"
Zhang Yan stared at her shoes and said, "What's unusual? He's always drunk. He doesn't talk to me about work.
" Shang Rong stared at her and said, "Have you thought about it? Your husband has most likely absconded with the money. Would he not give you an explanation?
" Zhang Yan remained silent for a long time. This woman wasn't telling the truth; he must have known about this beforehand. Shang Rong felt nervous at this moment. If Zhang Yan was also involved in Zheng Gang's scheme or if she was an insider, he would be dragged into it.
"Say something!"
Shang Rong almost shouted.
Zhang Yan suddenly slumped on the sofa, covered her face with her hands, and started crying. The woman's tears softened Shang Rong's heart, and he gently patted her trembling shoulder.
Zhang Yan suddenly sat up and cried, "Shang Rong, will the police arrest me?"
Shang Rong had basically confirmed his suspicions. "
Why would the police arrest you? It was Zheng Gang who did it, it has nothing to do with you. This is an era of rule of law, not the evil old society. Unless you were also involved in this, or are an insider, then it's a different story."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Yan threw herself onto the sofa and cried again.
Shang Rong looked at the crying woman and felt a pang of unease. When Zhang Yan chose Zheng Gang, he always thought she was a girl with her own opinions, because in every way, Zheng Gang seemed more mature and stable than him.
Now it seemed that her beautiful little head was full of mush. She couldn't even withstand two words from him, how could she withstand interrogation by the police? He wondered what she had said to the police last night.
Shang Rong lit a cigarette, letting the woman cry it out; she would calm down after she had cried enough. Now it was his turn to think about what to do.
Zhang Yan finally cried until she had no strength left. Shang Rong wrung out a towel and handed it to her to wipe her face. Seeing the woman's frail appearance, Shang Rong sat down beside her and gently stroked her long hair. Suddenly, the woman collapsed into his arms.
Shang Rong smelled a delicate fragrance and felt the woman's body tremble slightly in his arms. He immediately felt his desire awakening, slowly rising. If he did "that" with her now, she would definitely not resist, but taking advantage of her in her vulnerable state would be too ungentlemanly. Although he wasn't exactly a gentleman, he was at least a man.
Shang Rong suppressed the urge to hold her tightly and lifted her face. Zhang Yan's eyes were filled with tears again.
"Shang Rong, what should I do? You're not going to abandon me, are you?"
Shang Rong patted her back and said, "Actually, you should stay home now. If the police find you're missing, it'll be a huge problem."
Zhang Yan hugged Shang Rong's arm and said, "I'm not going back. I'm scared to be alone."
Shang Rong said, "You can find a friend to keep you company!"
Zhang Yan stared at her and said, "Aren't you my friend?"
Shang Rong smiled helplessly, "I mean girlfriend, or any of your close colleagues."
Zhang Yan actually shook Shang Rong's arm coquettishly and said, "I can't even talk to them. Who's going to keep me company? You know I don't have any relatives here. Are you trying to kick me out?"
Shang Rong said angrily, "If I wanted to kick you out, I wouldn't have come to pick you up. I'm worried that if the police can't find you, they'll think you're hiding, and then it'll be hard to explain."
Zhang Yan shook off Shang Rong's arm and said, " "Hmph! Don't make excuses. The police have my phone number. They can find me with just a call. How can you say I'm missing?"
Shang Rong thought about it and realized he was being stupid. "
The problem is, I don't have... I mean, I don't have anything you women use. Besides..."
"If you don't have it, you won't buy it for me. Don't worry about these things."
She then grabbed Shang Rong's arm, the softness of her breasts making him decide that retreating immediately was the best course of action.
"Yan Yan, I have a business meeting at the company, and I also want to find someone to inquire about Zheng Gang. I'll go out for a bit. You didn't sleep well last night, so get some sleep. Remember, if the police call, tell me. I'll go with you."
Shang Rong finished explaining and stood up.
Zhang Yan looked up at him and asked, "When are you coming back?" Remembering that he
was going to see Qiao Min at Zi Hui's house that night, Shang Rong said, "Make yourself something to eat tonight. I'll be back late."
After leaving the house, Shang Rong let out a long sigh of relief. "I'm so lucky!" This woman was used by others before coming to him, while that one was used by him and then used by others. In short, he never had a woman who truly belonged to him. Was he destined to be incomplete in this life?

Chapter 8: The Ex-Wife's Family Dinner
At six o'clock in the afternoon, Shang Rong received a call from Zi Hui, urging him to come over immediately. Shang Rong was puzzled; wasn't Zi Hui supposed to be with Qiao Min at eight o'clock that evening? Why was she coming so early? Zi Hui's words on the phone instantly enlightened him. "Have you forgotten that you're playing a role tonight?"
Tonight, he had to play Zi Hui's husband. Damn it, he was originally her husband, and now, he was playing the role of her husband.
Sigh! Life requires playing roles everywhere. Even before the divorce, wasn't playing roles an indispensable daily lesson? Back then, he played two people whose marriage had come to an end; today, he played a loving couple. That's what makes life dramatic.
In fact, acting is one of the most basic human talents, like a lizard's camouflage or an insect's disguise—survival skills that evolved under similar circumstances. On the contrary, those who have professionally studied acting in drama schools often come across as artificial and contrived, sounding, to use a popular phrase, "too damn CCTV-esque." As soon as
Zi Hui opened the door, a large bouquet of roses entered, followed by her ex-husband. "It's not a holiday, why spend money on flowers?"
Shang Rong knew Zi Hui was going to say that, but before he could speak, he was captivated by her attire.
Zi Hui had her hair piled high, wearing a beige collarless cashmere sweater that revealed a section of her snow-white neck. She possessed both the charm of a young woman and a touch of innocence, while her narrow skirt accentuated her sexy waist and hips, and her snow-white calves were both rounded and fleshy.
Seeing Shang Rong's lecherous gaze, Zi Hui coquettishly retorted, "Don't you recognize me?"
Shang Rong clicked his tongue twice and said, "You're deliberately trying to provoke your old classmate Qiao Min. I feel extremely honored to have an ex-wife like you."
Zi Hui swayed her hips as she entered the kitchen, saying as she went, "Don't give yourself away later."
Shang Rong followed her to the kitchen doorway, continuing to admire his ex-wife. "Whether I give myself away or not depends on you. If you're worried, let's rehearse first. We've been apart for so long, we've become rusty in some ways."
Zi Hui blushed and buried herself in chopping vegetables. After a while, she stopped what she was doing and said, "Go to the living room. I can't work if you stand here."
Zi Hui always managed to keep the house spotless and tidy. Even when the two were going through a divorce, the house never showed any signs of internal strife. Based on this alone, Zi Hui was a rare good housewife. Why is it that a woman's virtues can only be seen from a distance? In the end, what a couple understands is nothing more than each other's bodies; the essence of a person becomes blurred when the distance is too great.
Shang Rong was just sighing when he heard the doorbell ring. Opening the door, he saw two people standing outside. One was Qiao Min; although he hadn't seen her for several years, she hadn't changed much. The other, however, drew a second glance from Shang Rong. The young woman was simply stunning. "Welcome, esteemed guest,"
Shang Rong greeted warmly.
"Shang Rong, you seem to get younger with age!"
Qiao Min stared at Shang Rong, her expression genuine.
"I was going to say that to you, but you beat me to it. I can only say you're becoming more and more charming,"
Shang Rong laughed.
"Let's not flatter each other. Where's the beauty?"
Zi Hui came out of the kitchen. The two girls simultaneously let out a scream, then hugged and jumped up and down. Women always like to exaggerate, making a big fuss. Really, were they that happy?
After sitting down, Qiao Min pointed to the young woman and introduced her: "This is my youngest daughter, Qiao Fei. She just graduated from university."
Zi Hui then took Qiao Fei's hand and asked her all sorts of questions. The young girl, surprisingly shy, kept her head down, unlike the outspoken female college students Shang Rong had seen before. Upon closer inspection, Shang Rong noticed her extraordinary charm: her fair, oval face was flushed with a faint blush of shyness, so delicate it was almost breathtaking; two small, plump mounds bulged beneath her tight-fitting thin sweater, almost pitifully so; her long, slender legs, pressed together on the sofa, formed a captivating curve, the natural folds of her trousers radiating an irresistible allure. Shang Rong dared not look any longer, afraid of arousing his primal desires. After
so many years of marriage, Shang Rong had a four-word assessment of Zi Hui's cooking: delicious but unappealing. Zi Hui's dishes had two characteristics: intense flavor and unappealing presentation. She never focused on variety or presentation, only on the taste. She called it being practical. Just like her character.
"It's been so long since I've had Zihui's cooking. Back in college, all my classmates loved her cooking, so she always had to cook at our gatherings,"
Qiao Min said to Shang Rong while eating.
"That kind of trick won't fool me. You just think my Zihui is honest and you're coaxing her into doing chores,"
Shang Rong said, looking at Zihui.
Qiao Min pointed at Shang Rong with her chopsticks and said to Zihui, "Look at you, are you even speaking human language? Only you men are so petty."
While Zihui and Qiao Min were talking, Shang Rong secretly glanced at Qiao Fei. He saw her head down, carefully eating a little food from her plate, and her small hands were simply indescribably beautiful. Shang Rong racked his brains but couldn't think of any words to describe them, blaming his ancestors for not valuing women's hands enough.
Shang Rong placed a piece of fish on Qiao Fei's plate and said, "You guys are all so busy eating and drinking, no one cares about the little sister."
Qiao Min laughed and said, "What's the point of having a big brother like you? I was just about to ask you, Zi Hui said you started a company. How's business?"
Shang Rong put down his chopsticks and said, "Just opened, there's hardly any business. Business is tough!"
Zi Hui seized the opportunity to interject, "Shang Rong, didn't you need Qiao Min's help with some business? Hurry up and tell me, otherwise, Qiao Min and I will have a private chat, and you won't have time."
Qiao Min looked at Shang Rong and said, "How can I help you? Just tell me. I really hope you make more money so that Zi Hui can live a better life. To be honest, if you didn't have Zi Hui by your side, I would really like to take her to Beijing."
Shang Rong quickly explained his thoughts.
Qiao Min said, "That's a coincidence. The Ministry of Public Security has already commissioned our company to develop network platforms for prisons in several provinces. The solutions are ready. Are you interested in cooperating with our company?"
Shang Rong said, "I don't want any specific business cooperation with your company. I just want to borrow some of your reputation. In reality, I want to cooperate with you personally. Don't worry about the payment; I wouldn't stoop to cheating my wife's classmate."
Qiao Min laughed. "You don't need to mention money to me. I understand what you mean. I'll send two engineers over to help you get it done when we get back. You can pay for their expenses yourself."
Shang Rong picked up his glass and said, "You're such a bodhisattva."
Qiao Min giggled and said to Zi Hui, "Look at this."
The two women whispered amongst themselves in the bedroom, not knowing what they were saying. Shang Rong and Qiao Fei sat on the sofa in the living room watching TV. He glanced at Qiao Fei and saw that the girl was sitting upright, her eyes fixed on the TV screen, but he didn't know if she was actually watching anything. Shang Rong couldn't help but fantasize about the young girl in front of him. He imagined stripping her naked, holding her in his arms, teasing and playing with her wantonly; her shy and reserved demeanor alone was enough to make him ejaculate. Not to mention penetrating her tender little vagina—Shang Rong knew from his senses that she was still a virgin.
"Qiao Fei, have you found a job?"
Shang Rong wanted to chat casually with the girl.
The girl seemed to be startled awake by Shang Rong. "I'm interning at a financial leasing company,"
Shang Rong said. "Have you ever thought about developing your career in Beijing? Your sister can help you."
The girl thought for a moment and said, "My mother is here alone with no one to take care of her. Besides, I'm not suited for highly competitive jobs."
"Why?"
Shang Rong asked curiously.
The girl thought for a while and said, "Maybe it's because of my personality."
Shang Rong thought to himself, "Besides your appearance, you really aren't competitive. A true demure beauty, a collector's item."
It wasn't until Qiao Fei yawned for the third time that Qiao Min and Zi Hui came out of the bedroom.
"What were you two whispering about in the bedroom?"
Shang Rong joked.
"Naturally, things I can't let you hear."

"You might as well just say it's not suitable for children,"
Shang Rong said dejectedly. Qiao
Min laughed loudly, "Zi Hui, I'm leaving, someone's jealous."
After seeing Qiao Min off, Zi Hui had just closed the door when Shang Rong suddenly pulled her into his arms and kissed her lips without any hesitation. Zi Hui seemed stunned by Shang Rong's sudden attack, remaining limp in his arms for a while. It wasn't until Shang Rong's hands began kneading her buttocks and he tried to take things further that she snapped out of her daze, broke free from his embrace, and said breathlessly with a flushed face, "I hope you can respect me. If it's like last time, I... I'll never see you again. After all, we're not husband and wife anymore."
Looking at Zi Hui's weak appearance and remembering how pitiful she looked when he raped her last time, Shang Rong didn't want to force her. "I didn't mean any disrespect, it just feels like the play isn't over until I give you a little kiss,"
Zi Hui gently nudged him. "You did a great job tonight."
Shang Rong shamelessly replied, "I'm hooked, I want to keep going."
Zi Hui pushed him to the door and said, "If you want to keep going, go home and write your script. This act is over, it's time for you to leave the stage."
Shang Rong cupped Zi Hui's face in his hands and said, "You look so beautiful tonight, I mean it. Let me kiss you again, and I won't do anything else, or I won't leave."
Zi Hui knew her ex-husband's persistent nature; if she didn't agree, who knew how long he would keep pestering her. So, blushing, she closed her beautiful eyes, hoping her ex-husband would just give her a quick, perfunctory kiss.
Shang Rong, however, was the type to take advantage of any opportunity. After savoring Zi Hui's lips for a while, he actually pried open his ex-wife's mouth with his tongue, launching into a passionate oral battle. Zi Hui twisted her head, whimpering as she tried to escape the man's tongue, but just then, Shang Rong grabbed her buttocks and pressed her against himself. Zi Hui immediately felt the man's hard penis pressing against her lower abdomen, trembling warmly.
Zi Hui was an extremely sensitive woman, unable to withstand a man's teasing. Moreover, not only was her mouth filled with the man's large tongue, but her buttocks were also being kneaded by a large hand, not to mention the warm penis trembling against her sensitive area. Zi Hui felt ashamed as she felt her vagina being soaked with moisture, her labia slippery with the movement of her hips, making her heart race and her breath catch in her throat. He's going to rape me again... Oh God! No! What have I become...? Does he only feel pleasure in raping me...? He still hasn't forgiven me... He's just venting...? Thinking of her impure body, remembering Zhao Qidong's ejaculation on her that day, Zi Hui suddenly felt like the most pitiful person in the world. In an instant, Zi Hui stopped struggling, her body limp like a puddle of water, wanting only to open her wet passage and let the man rape her, as if only in this way could she wash away the humiliation of the past... Shang Rong was already extremely aroused. One hand slipped into the woman's sweater, grabbing one full breast and kneading it hard. The other hand slipped into the woman's skirt, probing into the wet valley from behind, digging rapidly. The waves of heat indicated the woman's unspeakable desire. She accepted me, she was willing to let me fuck her... Just as Shang Rong was about to take further action, he tasted a salty flavor in his mouth. Leaving his lips, Shang Rong saw the woman's face covered in tears, her eyes tightly closed, her face pale, and her whole body trembling. Shang Rong felt a pang of pain and guilt. What was he doing? Was he going to rape her again like last time? No!
Shang Rong suppressed his desires and held the silently weeping woman tightly in his arms. The only sound in the silence was their heartbeats. After an unknown amount of time, Zi Hui lifted her head from Shang Rong's embrace, looking at him resentfully, and said, "Have you bullied me enough…?"
Shang Rong smiled awkwardly and said, "How could I bear to bully you… I really…"
Zi Hui opened her arms, tidied her disheveled hair, and stroked her burning cheeks, saying, "You only want my body… I know… you don't pity me at all… you still remember that incident… I can feel it…" Listening to the woman's
fragmented words, Shang Rong gradually calmed down. He slowly turned and walked to the door, then turned back to look at the pitiful woman and said, "Let time prove it…"
Shang Rong sat in his car, smoking, seemingly trying to calm the passion brought on by his overacting. Being pushed out of the house by Zi Hui didn't anger him at all; instead, it reminded him of the days when he and Zi Hui were deeply in love. Back then, he often lingered in Zi Hui's dorm at night with ulterior motives. Each time, he would grope and touch her while Zi Hui gently pushed him out of the door, just like today. He seemed to understand Zi Hui's unspoken message: not now, but definitely later. Go home to write a script? He almost forgot, there was a ready-made script waiting for him to read at home.
Shang Rong drove home at high speed.

Chapter 9 Midnight Whispers
Shang Rong returned home at midnight. He thought Zhang Yan must be asleep, so he tiptoed into the room. He saw the bedroom door was ajar, so he craned his neck to peek inside, only to find the bed empty.
"Why are you sneaking around like a thief?"
Shang Rong was startled and turned around to see Zhang Yan standing prettily behind him.
"I'm not quite used to having another person in the house yet."
Seeing Zhang Yan wearing a purple two-piece nightgown, he knew the woman must have secretly gone home. Shang Rong pretended not to care, because the woman had told him that morning not to worry about these things.
Shang Rong walked into the living room and saw the TV was still on, but the sound was off. Women with worries often do this.
"Have you eaten? Why aren't you sleeping?"
"I've slept all day, how can I sleep now?"
Zhang Yan lay on her side on the sofa, hugging a pillow. Although she looked preoccupied, there was no sadness in her expression.
"I made several phone calls today, but I still don't know what happened to Zheng Gang."
Shang Rong lit a cigarette and started smoking.
"Can't you smoke in the bathroom or on the balcony?"
Zhang Yan sat up and said.
Shang Rong was taken aback, and after a moment, he understood what the woman meant. "
Yan Yan, get this straight, this is my home."
"But you have a guest today, a lady, so shouldn't you have some gentlemanly manners?"
Zhang Yan retorted sharply.
Shang Rong sighed and stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray. "
Does he do this in the bathroom at home too?"
"He doesn't have your advantages, he can only do it on the balcony."
Zhang Yan looked at her and said.
Shang Rong sighed deeply, put his hands behind his head, and leaned back on the sofa.
"Is it only today that you realize what I'm really like, and are you glad you didn't marry me?
" Zhang Yan said, getting up to turn off the TV.
"There's a question you need to answer; if you don't, I'll never see your true colors."
Shang Rong stared at her buttocks through her thin pajama pants, which looked even more plump than Zi Hui's.
"Tell me, if it doesn't involve a woman's privacy, I'm happy to answer you."
Zhang Yan slumped back on the sofa, half her buttocks and waist forming a beautiful arc.
Shang Rong stared at that arc for a while, swallowed, and said, "I don't think you're sad about Zheng Gang's accident. Why?"
After a long pause, Zhang Yan said softly, "I'm only sad for myself. Why did Zheng Gang do this? Wasn't it to satisfy his own greedy desires? If he had done it for his family, or even just for his friends, I, Zhang Yan, would have been willing to die for him. But why did he do this, to greedily acquire that ill-gotten wealth? Wasn't it to satisfy his own desires, to find more women for his pleasure? I gave him everything I had, wasn't that enough? For ten years, I was content with living the life of an ordinary housewife, never expecting a life of luxury with him. Tell me, did he do this for me or to harm me? From this perspective, I shouldn't be sad for him; I hate him."
Zhang Yan began to sob.
Shang Rong didn't speak. He felt that even philosophers couldn't answer these questions, so he didn't want to waste his brainpower on them. Let's talk about something lighter.
"So you still loved him back then, right?"
Zhang Yan wiped away her tears and said, "Back then? Didn't you love me back then too? Do you still love me now?"
Shang Rong laughed, "Why are you being so unreasonable? I'm asking you a question, why do you have to drag me into this?"
Zhang Yan sneered, "Hmph! Ten years ago you couldn't wait to drag me into this, but now you're scared, aren't you?"
Shang Rong inwardly surrendered, never expecting this woman to be so sharp. "
Yan Yan, let's not argue. I know you're in a bad mood, I just want to talk to you."
Zhang Yan said softly, "Who wants to argue with you? Aren't I stating the facts?"
After a while, Zhang Yan sat up again and asked, "Shang Rong, tell me honestly, besides Zi Hui, do you have any other women outside?"
"You don't mean to say Zheng Gang has other women outside, do you?"
Shang Rong said with his eyes closed. He felt a little wronged. *
I've only ever thought about you besides Zi Hui, you know that?*
Zhang Yan smiled bitterly, "Zhang Caixia. Remember her?"
Shang Rong jumped up from the sofa, surprised, "Her? How could that be?"
"I knew you wouldn't believe me. Men are such strange creatures."
Zhang Yan seemed to be talking to herself.
Shang Rong felt a strange excitement, perhaps because he had finally glimpsed the privacy of his former rival.
Zhang Caixia! That girl who would definitely win the ugliest contest was actually Old Zheng's mistress. He had a beautiful woman at home but didn't want her, and instead he was with Zhang Caixia... Men's needs are truly diverse.
"You still haven't answered my question?"
Zhang Yan looked at him persistently.
Shang Rong smiled, "If I said no, would you believe me?"
"I believe you."
Zhang Yan's answer seemed very decisive.
Shang Rong thought Zhang Yan was being sarcastic, but her expression didn't seem so. "
You just believe me like that?
" Zhang Yan said, "I have my own judgment."
After a while, she added, "If it were Zheng Gang right now, he would have already..."
Shang Rong understood what the woman meant. Didn't I want to take you to bed? I just didn't want to take advantage of you. "You don't think I'm not a man, do you?" "
How do you know what I'm thinking?"
"I know what you're thinking. You might want to be with me… but it's a man's nature to keep things within bounds of propriety. Women are strange creatures too, they like to find feelings in contradictions."
Zhang Yan's eyes sparkled under the light.
"Yan Yan, have you thought about whether Zheng Gang might suddenly come back sometime?"
Zhang Yan stared blankly out the window and said, "I hope he never comes back."
Shang Rong looked at the woman's expression and wondered to himself, could there be some hidden story between them? "
Yan Yan, tell me honestly, did you already know about Zheng Gang?
" A month ago, one day he got drunk and told me he wanted to change his life. I asked him what he meant, and he said he was going to do something earth-shattering. At first, I thought it was something like a promotion, so I didn't pay much attention; I never really care about his affairs. But on the third day after we drank together, he came home very late that night, and he… tormented me endlessly, even saying that if he died, would I… find another man? I just thought it was drunken talk and didn't take it seriously. The day before he disappeared, he… gave me 500,000 yuan, a big bag of it. I felt something was wrong, and I pressed him about where all that money came from. He told me not to worry about it, saying that knowing too much wouldn't be good for me, and then he just kept smoking. I cried and begged him not to do anything stupid, but he wouldn't listen. Later, I got desperate and said I was going to call his boss. He… actually slapped me. He said I wanted to kill him. Later, he… stripped me naked… tortured me relentlessly… before he left, he said…”
Zhang Yan avoided Shang Rong's eyes, hesitating to speak.
“Said what?”
Shang Rong stared at her and asked.
Zhang Yan covered her face with her hands and said, "He said, 'Go find your grandson.'"
"Which grandson?"
Shang Rong was baffled.
Zhang Yan removed her hands from her face, blushing, and said, "Who called me 'Grandma' that day?"
Shang Rong suddenly remembered the banter he'd exchanged with Zhang Yan at the dinner table that day, and in an instant, he cursed Zheng Gang's ancestors for eighteen generations.
Seeing the man's gritted teeth, Zhang Yan felt frightened and sat down next to Shang Rong, hugging his arm, saying, "Shang Rong, don't be angry, I..."
Shang Rong seemed to understand Zheng Gang's intentions. He'd felt something was strange that day while drinking; Zheng Gang, this jealous man, had been too magnanimous towards his past rival. It turned out it was premeditated. Shang Rong suddenly felt that letting Zhang Yan move into his house was a mistake; perhaps it was a trap set by Old Zheng. But his affair with Zhang Yan was ten years ago; would Zheng Gang really frame him for something so old? "
You didn't deposit the money Zheng Gang gave you in the bank, did you?
" Zhang Yan said coquettishly, shaking Shang Rong's arm. "I'm not that stupid."
"What are you going to do with that money?"
Shang Rong asked, looking at the still alluring face so close to his.
"I don't know, I'll hide it for now."
"Where did you hide it?"
Zhang Yan said smugly, "In your bedroom."
"What?"
Shang Rong flung the woman's hand away and rushed into the bedroom, looking around. "
Where?
" Zhang Yan asked timidly, seeing the man's nervous look. "Under the bed."
Shang Rong pulled a handbag from under the bed, opening it to find it full of bundles of banknotes. It turned out that this woman had not only brought pajamas home but also Zheng Gang's gift. The police were stupid enough; if they had searched Zheng Gang's house immediately last night, Zhang Yan wouldn't have been able to explain herself even if she had a hundred mouths. But they would search it sooner or later. Shang Rong collapsed onto the bed, covering his face with his hands and howling, "Oh God! You two are going to kill me! Zheng Gang, I curse your ancestors!"
Seeing the man's expression, Zhang Yan panicked and threw herself at him, sobbing, "If you're angry, you...you can do it to me, I..."
Shang Rong pushed her away and sat up. This was all Old Zheng's scheme, a perverted scheme.
Zhang Yan, blushing, shook Shang Rong's shoulders, saying, "Shang Rong, I didn't mean to hurt you, it's just that keeping this money at home is too dangerous, I..."
Shang Rong suddenly remembered Qiao Fei, whom he had seen that evening. Wasn't Zhang Yan just like Qiao Fei back in school? [Collection item].
Shang Rong turned to Zhang Yan and said fiercely, "You can't take this money. Find a way to return it to the Finance Bureau anonymously. Even if it gets out later, at most you'll just be accused of withholding information. If you take this money, I'll have to fuck you in jail."
Hearing the man say such vulgar things, Zhang Yan felt ashamed, but also strangely excited. She hugged his shoulders and said sweetly, "Isn't there any way to keep this money?"
Seeing that the woman was blinded by greed, Shang Rong said sternly, "Just give up on that idea."
Zhang Yan repeatedly said, "I'll listen to you, I'll listen to you, okay?"
Shang Rong turned back and saw his old lover with a flushed face, her eyes glazed over, looking like a little bird clinging to him. He sighed and said, "Although you're not my wife, we're still destined to be together. From now on, you won't go hungry as long as I have food."
Zhang Yan blinked her bright eyes, her face showing a dreamy expression, and teasingly said in a sweet voice, "What if you don't have anything to eat either?"
Shang Rong looked at the woman's heaving breasts, a wicked fire burning within him. He smiled mysteriously, "Then you'll have to go out and sell yourself to support me."
Zhang Yan seemed greatly stimulated by the man's words. She buried her head in his arms, panting, "I'd rather die."
Desire surged like a tide. Her mind was in turmoil. Shang Rong couldn't care less about venting his wicked fire at this moment; he only felt that there were too many mysteries in his life waiting for him to unravel. He put the woman in his arms on the bed, then covered her with a blanket, squatted by the bed looking at the woman he had dreamed of in his youth, and muttered to himself, "I'll talk about it after I've cleaned your ass."
Shang Rong lay on the sofa, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep. Zheng Gang's parting words to Zhang Yan pierced his heart like needles. That kid hadn't forgotten that old story after all these years? Impossible. The only reasonable explanation was that he had discovered Zhang Yan's secret and harbored resentment. So much so that, in his moment of triumph, he used this method to humiliate him. Old Zheng! If you don't value our friendship, why should I bother with any? Your meticulous planning was no match for fate. A casual remark from your wife—no, your ex-wife—gave me the clues. If I don't erase you from this planet, how can I peacefully enjoy the gift you gave me? You wait, our reunion won't be long.

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