[Urban] The City of Lost Virginity (Complete) - Part 5

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Chapter 14 Ex-Wife's Visit
When Shang Rong woke up in the morning, he felt a little unwell and had no appetite for Zhang Yan's ham and egg omelet. After arriving at his office, he lazily half-reclined in his chair, completely listless, until 11 o'clock when Zi Hui called to say, "The first payment of 7.6 million yuan for the project has arrived.
" Only then did Shang Rong feel a little more energetic. But then, a phone call from Yu Yongming sent chills down his spine. Zheng Gang had been arrested the night before last. A woman had also been arrested at the same time. Who else could this woman be but Zhang Caixia?
Shang Rong's head began to throb, and a chill ran through him; he couldn't help but tremble a few times.
"Mr. Shang, are you sick? Why do you look so pale?"
Gao Yan, who had just entered, asked in surprise.
Shang Rong waved his hand and said, "Let them in; I have something to say."
Yang Jun and the fat man came in and were both puzzled by Shang Rong's appearance; he had been perfectly fine in the morning, how could he have suddenly become like this? Gao Yan poured him a cup of hot water.
Shang Rong took a few sips of his drink and said, "I want to rest for two days. There are a few things I need to settle. First, Gao Yan is now a full-time employee of the company, in charge of human resources. Second, Yang Jun needs to ensure the follow-up work on the project is handled well and maintain regular contact with the management bureau. Fatty, take care of internal affairs. You all have assistants now, but I still hope you'll do everything
yourself. It's not time to be a hands-off manager yet." After saying this, Shang Rong felt dizzy. He swayed as he stood up and walked towards the door. Several people rushed to help him, but Shang Rong waved them off, saying, "Go do your own things."
Just as he was leaving, he heard Gao Yan call out, "Go to the hospital..."
Shang Rong opened the door, went to the living room, and collapsed onto the sofa. Zhang Yan was hanging clothes on the balcony. Hearing the door open, she found it strange that he was back so early today. Entering the living room, she was startled. She ran over and knelt beside the sofa, moved the man's head to touch it, and exclaimed, "Oh my god, he's so hot! He has a fever!"
Then she ran to the bedroom, grabbed a blanket, and covered him with it, shaking his arm and saying, "I'll go to the hospital with you. How did you suddenly get such a high fever?"
Shang Rong weakly said, "No, I don't need to go to the hospital. I'll be fine after a nap. Don't make such a fuss."
Zhang Yan said anxiously, "You still need to take medicine, otherwise you 'll get brain damage."
After taking the medicine, Shang Rong drifted off to sleep.
Suddenly, he saw Zhang Caixia walk in, looking exactly the same as when they were in school, unchanged. "
Shang Rong, have you seen Zheng Gang?"
"Go ask Zhang Yan if you want Zheng Gang! Why are you asking me?"
"Then where is Zhang Yan?
" Shang Rong suddenly couldn't speak. Where was Zhang Yan? Wasn't Zhang Yan at home? His mind was a complete blank.
Zhang Caixia walked out with a disappointed look. Then he saw Zheng Gang walk in, just looking at him without saying a word. A strange smile was on his face.
"How did you get out? Weren't you arrested?"
Shang Rong was drenched in sweat when he heard someone urgently calling his name. He struggled to open his eyes and saw a face above him. After a moment's recognition, he realized it was Zhang Yan. "
Who was here just now?"
Shang Rong looked around the room.
"A ghost came. You had a nightmare."
Zhang Yan wiped the sweat from Shang Rong's forehead with a towel.
A ghost had come. One of them was definitely going to become a ghost; she wondered if it would come looking for him.
"How did I suddenly become so sick?"
Zhang Yan muttered to herself.
Shang Rong turned his face away and said, "I did something wrong."
Zhang Yan chuckled softly, "You're really delirious from the fever. People who do wrong things tend to live longer."
Then she gently stroked his wet hair and comforted him, "You've already sweated it out. A good night's sleep will make you fine."
In the afternoon, Gao Yan was about to leave work when Yang Jun came over and said, "Xiao Yan, you're officially hired today. I'll treat you to dinner tonight to celebrate."
Gao Yan laughed, "The major shareholder is treating me to dinner! I should be treating you."
Yang Jun laughed, "We're like family! Don't be so polite."
Gao Yan said, "Okay, let's invite Fatty too."
Yang Jun hesitated for a moment and said, "Let's not invite Fatty today. I have something private I want to talk to you about."
The restaurant was fairly clean and tidy. Gao Yan noticed that it was a Hunan-style restaurant. She didn't like spicy food, but perhaps Yang Jun preferred strongly flavored dishes. Looking out the window at the pedestrians on the street, Gao Yan thought of Shang Rong. She wondered if he had gone to the hospital. His illness had come on so suddenly... "
Come on, let's eat and talk. You can drink as much as you want. I'm no match for you,"
Yang Jun said as he poured wine for Gao Yan.
Gao Yan put her glass aside and said, "Let's talk business first, then drink."
Yang Jun laughed, "You're afraid of getting drunk? Actually, it's just something about work that I wanted to discuss with you. Has President Shang mentioned your salary after you become a full-time employee?"
Gao Yan laughed, "You're the company's vice president, don't you know that?"
Yang Jun drank a glass of wine and smiled bitterly, "What kind of vice president am I? Fatty and I are just general helpers at best, to be honest, we're not even as good as you."
Gao Yan became wary upon hearing this, but smiled and said, "I don't understand what you mean, you're a major shareholder!"
Yang Jun put down his glass and said, "That's exactly what I wanted to talk to you about today. Logically, my shares are the same as Shang Rong's, and the company already has about ten million in funds in operation, but judging from Shang Rong's intentions, he still wants to make decisions all by himself, which is not good for the company. For example, if he takes a couple of days off, do we have to call him to ask for his approval for everything? Aren't we just becoming decorations?"
Gao Yan said, "Then what do you think?"
Yang Jun drank another glass of wine and said, " "My idea is to wait until Shang Rong comes back to work and hold a meeting to redistribute responsibilities. At the very least, he can't have control over both operations and finances. Right now, even the accountant is his ex-wife, and he's managing the money himself. How can that work?"
Gao Yan laughed. "You want to take charge of finances? But given President Shang's personality, I don't think he'll agree to your suggestion."
Yang Jun said loudly, "That's not up to him. I own 40% of the company's shares. To put it bluntly, he appointed himself general manager. If I join forces with Fatty, I'll be the general manager."
Gao Yan looked at Yang Jun, surprised that this seemingly ordinary person had such great ambitions. "
That's simple. You can buy his shares and become the boss yourself."
Yang Jun shook his head. "I don't have that much money. So, my idea is to raise my opinion at the next meeting, and you can support me. If I become the general manager, you'll be the deputy general manager, and I'll give you 3% of the shares in addition to your salary."
Gao Yan stared at Yang Jun, seemingly considering his suggestion. "
How do you know I'll definitely support you?"
Yang Jun laughed. "I brought you into the company; if you don't support me, who else would you support?"
Gao Yan laughed. This man's mind was so simple; how could he even have the audacity to dream of becoming general manager?
"Would you like to hear my advice? You should just stick to being a vice president. If I'm not mistaken, you might not even keep your 40%. President Shang won't allow anyone to share the company equally with him. He has the ability to buy your shares. If you insist on competing with him for the position, there are only three outcomes: either you buy his shares, or he buys some of your shares and you become a minority shareholder, or you fall out and he buys all your shares, and you leave."
Yang Jun sneered, "I don't think he has that kind of power. You probably don't know, but if it weren't for me, he would still be penniless."
Gao Yan said meaningfully, "Don't underestimate President Shang. It's precisely because you introduced me to the company that I'm advising you like this."
Yang Jun squinted at Gao Yan and said, "So you don't support me?
" Gao Yan smiled and said, "I'm not a shareholder, I won't get involved in your dispute."
Yang Jun took a sip of wine, his face flushed, and said, "Did he promise you something? I feel like you two are getting quite close now." Gao Yan's face turned cold as she said, "
Mr. Yang, have we finished discussing work? If so, I have something to attend to and I
'll be leaving now." She was about to get up
when Yang Jun grabbed her hand and said, "You're not in a rush to report to him, are you?" "I know you two have been in cahoots for a long time. Don't forget, he hired you at the company like a prostitute to sleep with other men..."
Gao Yan casually picked up the untouched glass of wine and splashed it on Yang Jun's face.
Shang Rong slept until evening, and when he woke up he felt much better, though his whole body was sore. Just as he was about to get up, he heard two women whispering in the bedroom. Zhang Yan's friend? Shang Rong deliberately coughed loudly, and saw Zhang Yan and a beautiful woman walk out. It was actually his ex-wife, Zi Hui. Shang Rong felt embarrassed. He hadn't told Zi Hui about Zhang Yan's situation beforehand, and now that he saw Zhang Yan staying here, he wondered what she would think. It seemed his hopes of rekindling their old romance were dashed. He felt annoyed, but whatever, even a hundred mouths couldn't explain this kind of thing.
"I went to the company this afternoon to handle some tax matters. They said you were sick, so I came to see you. Are you feeling better?"
Zi Hui sat down on the sofa and said seriously.
"Thank you for your trouble at the company. I will definitely come to thank you another day." After saying this
, Shang Rong inwardly cursed himself. This didn't sound like he was talking to his ex-wife at all; it was practically business. Zhang Yan was delighted.
Sure enough, Zhang Yan spoke in a housewife's tone: "You two talk work, I'll go cook."
Shang Rong felt awkward again, and inexplicably became annoyed with Zhang Yan. Wasn't she deliberately undermining him?
"Shang Rong, the company's business is developing, but shouldn't the company's shareholding structure be adjusted? Are you going to let Yang Jun control 40% of the shares forever? Who will be in charge of the company in the future?"
Zi Hui's words were exactly the question Shang Rong had been pondering lately, but he hadn't been able to bring himself to do it. Although Zi Hui appeared gentle and quiet, and didn't usually concern herself with company matters, he hadn't expected her to think so far ahead. It seemed his ex-wife was more than just a pretty face.
"Do you have any suggestions?"
Shang Rong took a pack of cigarettes, but Zi Hui snatched it away. "
If you still have money, you can invest to expand your shares, or you can buy a portion of Yang Jun's shares. However, the company is currently profitable, so he might not sell to you. Therefore, investing is the only way. As long as Fatty agrees, Yang Jun has no say."
Shang Rong pondered. It seemed his ex-wife was quite shrewd in business.
"Approximately how much investment?"
Zi Hui considered for a moment and said, "You only need three million to make Yang Jun a minority shareholder, but you can't come up with that amount right now."
Shang Rong thought to himself, "You dare underestimate your husband? I have nearly five million in the stock market, but I don't want to say it now to avoid wasting time." "Fine, we'll
do it your way.
I'll find a way to get the money. From now on, Fatty gets 15%, Yang Jun gets 15%, you get 20%, and I get 45%."
Zi Hui laughed, "Why am I getting a share?"
Shang Rong stared at Zi Hui and said, "Don't you like money?"
Zi Hui blushed and remained silent. Shang Rong found his ex-wife's expression amusing. " Zi
Hui, I have another idea. Why don't you quit your job and come work for the company?"
Zi Hui seemed surprised by Shang Rong's idea. "
How can I do that?"
"Why not? Don't you have confidence in me? Should I find something else as collateral?"
Zi Hui blushed even more. Shang Rong couldn't bear to tease her any longer. "
Go back and think it over carefully. I need you right now."
Zi Hui looked at her ex-husband with a complicated expression, stood up, pointed outside, and said, "Is the remaining five percent for her? I should go back."
Shang Rong sat up and said, "I'll drive you."
Zi Hui pressed her hands on the man's and said, "No need, you should rest."
Shang Rong didn't insist and took the opportunity to touch his ex-wife's small hands a few times.

Chapter 15 Playing the Fool During Illness
Zi Hui and Zhang Yan were such different women! Shang Rong was lying there sighing when he saw Zhang Yan walk in. "
Let's eat." Zi Hui couldn't stop her either. "
With you here, can we stay?
" Shang Rong said weakly. "I don't want to eat now, wait a while.
" Zhang Yan walked over and sat on the carpet in front of the sofa, reaching out to touch the man's forehead. "Don't look so gloomy. I've already made things clear with Zi Hui. There's nothing between us..."
Looking at Zhang Yan, Shang Rong thought of Zheng Gang, and felt another wave of annoyance. "
Yan Yan, Zheng Gang and Zhang Caixia have been caught. I didn't want to tell you, but you would have found out sooner or later."
Zhang Yan said sadly, "This day was bound to come sooner or later, but I didn't expect it to come so soon. Why did he drag Zhang Caixia into it? I don't want to talk about him now, so don't say anything."
Shang Rong gently stroked Zhang Yan's hair. "
You two are husband and wife after all! You don't even..."
"I said don't mention him." Zhang Yan covered Shang Rong's mouth with her hand. "
What do you want me to do? Should I cry my eyes out for him? Even if I did, it's not the right time. Besides, haven't I cried enough over the years? You know nothing. Do you know how he got me in the first place? Do you know how he's tormented me all these years? He's a stranger to me, even my enemy. He almost ruined my life. Why should I cry for my enemy? Husband and wife? When have we ever had any affection for each other? I'll never forget that night. I only cried for myself."
"Yan Yan, what are you thinking about?"
Shang Rong saw Zhang Yan's blank stare and assumed she was heartbroken over Zheng Gang.
Zhang Yan turned her back and secretly wiped away a tear, saying, "Shang Rong, do you know why I didn't marry you in the first place?
" Shang Rong didn't expect Zhang Yan to ask such a question and didn't know how to answer for a moment. He could only say self-deprecatingly, "Of course, he didn't think much of me. How could I compare to Zheng Gang's experience and composure?" Zhang Yan turned around abruptly and said, "
I hate pretentious sophistication and composure. I like vitality, people who clearly see both strengths and weaknesses, and people who may have bad intentions but won't harm others."
Shang Rong couldn't help but laugh at Zhang Yan's words. "
That's just like your personality, so silly."
Zhang Yan didn't laugh, but lowered her head and said softly, "Back then, I liked you, but you only knew how to play around and never gave me a clear answer. I hated you and deliberately got close to him to spite you. That time, you broke his head, and he made me go home with him. In his dilapidated house, he took all his anger out on me, and then he..."
Zhang Yan sobbed.
Shang Rong sat up in shock, grabbing Zhang Yan's hand and saying, "Tell me! What happened?"
Zhang Yan, her eyes blurry with tears, continued, "After it was over, he saw I wasn't...not bleeding, so he insisted that you and I had...that...actually, I was hit by a car when I was thirteen, injuring my pelvis, so I didn't...bleed...I hated him, so I wouldn't tell him the truth. He grabbed my hair and hit me, demanding I admit I'd done it with you. I stubbornly admitted it, and then he went berserk and ravaged me...that...beast even tortured me in front of his mentally challenged father, not letting me put on my clothes...I felt like I didn't even recognize him anymore. He was usually so composed, so gentle and refined, I never expected..."
Zhang Yan cried, unable to speak.
Shang Rong slid from the sofa to the floor and tightly embraced the trembling, weeping woman, breathing heavily. This princess from his school days, the lover he deeply loved in his youth, had such a tragic story, and he had lived like a fool, completely lost. He had truly let himself down! "Zheng Gang, we're even. I have no more guilt. Consider Zhang Caixia a sacrifice for Zhang Yan. Zhang Yan discovered your secret first; I just revealed it. The difference is, from now on, I want to live happily with the women I love, live a vibrant and passionate life, and love each other tenderly. The pain you inflicted on her can be your sacrifice."
Time flowed quietly in the darkness. Shang Rong felt the woman in his arms gradually calm down. "
I'll go turn on the light,"
Zhang Yan said, hugging the man tightly. "Don't turn it on, it's better to keep it dark."
She then buried her head in the man's chest.
A delicate fragrance wafted into Shang Rong's nose, and the woman's soft body pressed against him. "
Yan Yan, it's all over now. I don't want you to hate anyone anymore. I just hope you can live happily from now on, just like you were in school, carefree. You don't have to worry about anything; I'll take care of everything."
Zhang Yan looked up at the man, her eyes shining in the darkness. "
Are you happy?"
Shang Rong laughed a few times and said, "Of course, from this moment on, no one is allowed to be sad. Smile and let me see."
Zhang Yan twisted her body and pinched the man's waist, saying, "You're crazy!"
Shang Rong kissed Zhang Yan's cheek and whispered in her ear, "I'm going to pick a good day to take you in."
Zhang Yan snorted and said, "You'd never be interested in me. We've been together for so long, and I haven't seen you... You men are all like this, you just want to possess..."
"Who says I'm not interested in you? Feel it."
Shang Rong placed the woman's hand on a certain part of his body.
Zhang Yan gave a soft hum, wrapping her arms around the man's neck and murmuring, "Then now..."
Shang Rong kissed the woman's cheek and said, "Everything must proceed according to plan. Your husband is a patient right now. Yan Yan, don't you find it interesting that we've been flirting all the time? Just like being in love."
Zhang Yan wriggled her body coquettishly and hummed a few times, then whispered in the man's ear, "Tell me honestly, have you ever thought about sneaking into the bedroom to do something naughty?"
Shang Rong laughed, "If I sneaked in to do something naughty, would you resist?"
Zhang Yan said, "Yes, I would bite you."
Saying that, she bit the man's neck. Shang Rong pulled the woman's head and kissed her lips until she was breathless before letting go.
Zhang Yan, panting, said, "Back in school, you were like a block of wood. How come you're so good at seducing women now? Have you been with a lot of women?"
Shang Rong laughed, "I haven't been with that many women, but my theoretical knowledge is quite advanced."
"Where does theory come from without practice?" "
Some theories don't come from practice; they come entirely from meticulous logical thinking. But whether they work or not remains to be seen."
Zhang Yan said coquettishly, "Let me hear your theories, so I can be prepared."
"You really want to hear them?"
Zhang Yan nodded.
"If you dare to hear them, I dare to say them. You forced me to say them, so don't slander me later!"
Zhang Yan kissed the man's face and hummed, "Go ahead, go ahead."
Shang Rong cleared his throat and said, "If—and I mean if—if I were to go all out with women, it could be summarized as four kinds of playing."
Seeing the man's serious expression, Zhang Yan laughed. " You've got quite a few tricks up your sleeve
, don't keep me in suspense. I'm learning a lot."
"First, it's about playing with emotions. For example, Zi Hui and you, I love you both, it's like the spring breeze teasing your sweetheart." Zhang Yan hugged the man's head and kissed him as encouragement. "Second, it's about playing with purity. The pursuit of purity is a man's primal desire, it best satisfies a man's possessiveness. " At this point, Shang Rong's mind conjured up the beautiful and pure image of Qiao Fei. Zhang Yan said softly, "Unfortunately, I'm no longer pure." Shang Rong slapped Zhang Yan's soft buttocks and said, "Don't talk nonsense! Whether a woman is pure or not isn't for her to decide, it's for the man to define. Whether you are pure or not must be verified by me." Zhang Yan said coquettishly, "Okay! Okay! Continue." Shang Rong cleared his throat and said, "Third, it's about playing with the 'ultimate,' but the view of 'ultimate' depends on a man's experience, quality, status, and aesthetic level. Strictly speaking, Zhang Caixia is also an 'ultimate.'" "What kind of 'ultimate' is she!" Zhang Yan protested. “Everything has its opposite when it reaches its extreme. If something is too beautiful, it becomes detached from reality and will be abandoned. On the contrary, if something is extremely ugly, it becomes rare and valuable.” Zhang Yan laughed so hard that her whole body trembled. " And the fourth one?" "The fourth one is playing the perverted game. When people talk about perverted games, they naturally think of Western SM and other such things. Actually, I deeply abhor those things." "Then what do you mean by perverted?" "It's something that can only be understood, not explained. True perversion should be the product of passion, the result of passion that cannot be released. It's not something you can just decide to be perverted at will. Modern people are under too much pressure. Even a normal erection requires drugs. Where is there any passion to speak of? At most , it's just the release of some animalistic desires." "According to you, perversion is... the highest form of that?" "No, the highest form can only be played by eunuchs in ancient times. Modern people lack imagination and will never reach that level." Zhang Yan said shyly, "I understand. You really want to play the perverted game with me because your passion for me has never been released. I just don't know if you still have any passion now." Shang Rong suddenly jumped up and pretended to be fierce, saying, "You dare to doubt my passion for you? I'll show you how to be perverted right now..." Zhang Yan screamed, "No!"

She jumped up, pushed away the man's clutches, and fled to the bedroom.

Chapter 16: The Last Will.
The day before New Year's Day. Shang Rong got up early, stretched his limbs on the balcony, and saw that light snow was falling from the sky, leaving a thin layer of silver on the ground. Shang Rong opened the balcony window, breathing in the fresh air deeply. The cold snowflakes felt cool on his face, and the weakness he felt from waking up early vanished instantly.
As the year was about to end, Shang Rong was in a good mood. Just a few days ago, with the support of Fatty and Gao Yan, he successfully completed the company's equity transfer. Although Yang Jun was extremely unwilling, he had to temporarily give in under Shang Rong's combination of persuasion and pressure. At the same time, the company's assets exceeded ten million yuan for the first time. In addition
, what made him even more proud was that the opportunity to rekindle his old romance with Zi Hui had reappeared. Zi Hui had agreed to his proposal to resign and join the company, and agreed to spend the evening with Zhang Yan to celebrate the New Year with him. Just last night, when he drove her downstairs, Shang Rong shamelessly kissed his ex-wife. The woman only hesitated for a moment before obediently extending her tongue for him to savor for a while.
This was a signal, a signal that things could go further next time. And another... thinking of Zhang Yan, a smile crept onto Shang Rong's lips. Tonight, he had a big gift for her, but it was a secret for now. With both his career and a beautiful woman opening their arms to him, Shang Rong had no reason to be in a bad mood. However, thinking of something he had to do on the last day of the year, he frowned slightly.
Shang Rong gently pushed open the bedroom door and saw Zhang Yan still fast asleep, clutching her blanket, her beautiful hair scattered across the snow-white pillow, two rosy blushes on her cheeks from her deep sleep. A beautiful woman sleeping in winter.
Shang Rong pressed his face against that delicate blush, gently rubbing it, feeling an indescribable warmth and comfort. Then, like a dragonfly skimming the water, he kissed the woman's rosy lips. Still no movement from the woman, a wicked smile crept across his face as he slipped his cold hand under the covers and placed it on her soft, warm abdomen.
Zhang Yan could no longer resist, and with a scream, she rolled into the man's arms, whimpering and begging for kisses.
Shang Rong held her languid body, exchanging saliva with her.
"Lazy woman, did you have a wet dream last night? Why are you so tired?"
Shang Rong teased in Zhang Yan's ear.
"I dreamt that a pervert was chasing me. I ran all night, how could I not be tired?"
Zhang Yan just kept her eyes closed, enjoying the man's tenderness.
"What's so scary about a pervert? Only jackals want to eat people."
"You're the pervert among jackals."
Shang Rong showered Zhang Yan's lips with kisses. "
I don't eat just any woman, I'm picky. Let me check you out and see if you satisfy me."
With that, he began to take action.
Zhang Yan giggled and swayed her hips, dodging the man's advances, but ultimately couldn't win. She could only blush and awkwardly allow him to examine her.
Zheng Gang had relayed the message to Yu Yongming through Director Zhang of the detention center, using the excuse of hiring a lawyer to request a meeting with his old classmate. Zheng Gang understood that his life was nearing its end. Although he still deeply cherished life, he had no choice but to accept his fate in the face of death's invitation. Before reporting to the King of Hell, however, he needed to settle two unresolved matters. After several days of deep thought, he felt that no one but his love rival could fulfill these tasks. His final wishes had to be fulfilled through his love rival. In his final moments, Zheng Gang deeply felt the coldness of human relationships and the injustice of fate. Even so, he didn't abandon his last shred of dignity. "
I won't owe you a favor even after I die."
This was Shang Rong's first time visiting a detention center. The high, gray walls were covered with electric fences, and armed police officers in overcoats patrolled the perimeter. Just a few dozen meters from the gate, a loud shout rang out: "Halt!
" Shang Rong jumped in fright. Standing awkwardly in the snow, a junior armed policeman emerged from the guard post, gun at the ready, and sized him up, seemingly assessing his level of danger. "
Comrade, I'm here to see someone,"
Shang Rong said, waving some items he'd bought for Zheng Gang.
"No visitors today!"
"Comrade, I made an appointment with Director Zhang. Could you give him a call?"
Shang Rong said humbly.
"We don't handle these things. If you want to go in, have him come out and meet you."
It seemed even the director couldn't control the armed police. Left with no other option, Shang Rong called Yu Yongming to ask for Director Zhang's phone number, and finally got in touch with him. He needed to finish his business quickly and leave this hellhole. He could go anywhere in the world, just not a detention center.
Chief Zhang, dressed in a police uniform, was a short, stout middle-aged man. Perhaps due to his relationship with Director Wu and Yu Yongming, he was exceptionally polite to Shang Rong.
"Are you Zheng Gang's college classmate?"
Chief Zhang asked as they walked.
"Yes! How's he doing inside?"
"Quite honest. He's a smart man; he won't cause trouble for himself."
He sighed and asked, "Doesn't he have any other relatives?"
"Only an elderly father with dementia. His mother died young."
Chief Zhang smiled, "Now mother and son can be reunited."
In Shang Rong's memory, family visits to prisoners were always in a room separated by glass, like in movies. But this was a small brick room with only a table. On one side of the table was an old wooden chair, and on the other side was an iron chair with a lock on the armrest.
"Give me what you're carrying. Wait here for a moment. Don't say anything you shouldn't. Fifteen minutes should be enough."
Without waiting for Shang Rong's reply, the man left. The iron chair was clearly not his seat, so Shang Rong sat down on the wooden chair, lit a cigarette, and felt a strange tension rising within him.
A clanging sound entered the room, and Shang Rong stood up to see two prison guards, one on each arm, dragging Zheng Gang in. Zheng Gang had shackles on his feet and his hands were handcuffed in front of him. He paused briefly at the door when he saw Shang Rong, then was pulled in and locked to the iron chair.
"Get to the point quickly,"
the two guards said, and then left.
Just as Shang Rong sat down, Zheng Gang said urgently, "Quick, light me a cigarette."
Shang Rong lit one and handed it to him. Zheng Gang took it with his handcuffed hands, taking three deep drags with an eager expression, like a drug addict.
While Zheng Gang was indulging in his cigarette, Shang Rong glanced at his old classmate. Gone was the former dashing figure; his shaved head looked rather comical. In any other place, Shang Rong would have burst out laughing.
He seemed to have aged several years overnight, only his eyes remained alert, though now colder. She wondered what Zhang Yan would think if she saw Zheng Gang like this—pain? Sorrow?
"Take your time. I bought you ten cartons."
For some reason, Shang Rong felt a pang of sadness. A sense of shared sorrow.
"How is Zhang Yan?"
Zheng Gang's first words, after satisfying his craving, hardened Shang Rong's softened heart instantly.
"Don't worry about me. Didn't you ask me to find you a lawyer?"
Zheng Gang turned to look at the door, lowering his voice, "Let's talk business, we don't have much time."
Shang Rong wasn't sure if Zheng Gang meant the meeting was coming to an end or that his time was running out. Seeing that he'd smoked the cigarette down to the filter and still couldn't bear to throw it away, she lit another one for him. Zheng Gang took it, a hint of gratitude flickering in his usually arrogant eyes.
"Shang Rong, I'm about to die. I need you to do two things for me. You won't refuse, will you?"
Zheng Gang said, his eyes fixed on Shang Rong.
"Just tell me what it is. If I refused, I wouldn't have come today. Putting everything aside, we're still classmates."
"I don't need a lawyer, but you absolutely must find Zhang Caixia a good one. She's not deeply involved; I've already taken everything on."
Zheng Gang said urgently.
Shang Rong thought to herself, "Judging from your tone, you seem so righteous. Without you, would Zhang Caixia be where she is today? Do you even have the final say on how deeply she's involved?" She then remembered Yu Yongming saying on the phone that Zhang Caixia hadn't given a single statement so far. Zhang Caixia is much better than you, damn it.
“You don’t need to tell me about this. I’ve already arranged everything, not just the lawyers, but everything else. You don’t need to worry about her. Let’s talk about something else.”
Zheng Gang stared at Shang Rong for a while before saying, “I almost forgot she’s your classmate too.” He
then took a few more drags on his cigarette. “
You know I don’t have any other relatives, so I wanted to entrust my father to you. My mother died early, and my father raised me. During the years he was lucid, he worried about me a lot. Now that he’s like this, I really… I really can’t let him go.”
As he said this, Shang Rong noticed that Zheng Gang’s eyes were moist.
Shang Rong knew a little about Zheng Gang’s feelings for his senile father. Despite Zheng Gang’s many faults, everyone who knew him praised him for his filial piety. In China’s feudal dynasties, there were precedents of leniency for criminals who were extremely filial. Unfortunately, this was no longer a feudal era, otherwise, his filial piety might have saved his life.
“I solemnly promise you this; I will never let the old man suffer from cold or hunger. I have the means now, so you can rest assured,” Shang Rong said solemnly.
To his surprise, Zheng Gang stared at him and shook his head.
“What exactly do you mean? Explain yourself,”
Shang Rong said, puzzled.
Zheng Gang said, word by word, “No, this isn’t enough. I want my father to enjoy a better life. You must find him a wife who will serve him wholeheartedly.”
Shang Rong thought he had misheard, or perhaps Zheng Gang had gone mad in the detention center. "
Are you kidding me? Your father's so old, why would he want to get married? Besides, I'm not a matchmaker, where am I supposed to find him a wife?"
"Do I look like I'm kidding? Money talks, wives can be bought."
He glanced at the door again, then leaned closer to Shang Rong and whispered, "Don't think I'm begging you. I'll never owe you a favor. You run a company, right? My senile father wouldn't even look at your little company. My father runs a big company, with plenty of capital, it just hasn't officially opened yet."
This man was truly insane; his words were just like his father's. Shang Rong didn't want to continue talking to someone so delirious. Insane was better; it would lessen the pain of facing death.
Zheng Gang was quite persistent, his tone becoming increasingly mysterious, his voice lowered so only the two of them could hear. "
All the paperwork is in my dad's hands. He won't give it to anyone easily. Just tell him, 'I'll get you a wife.' He'll give you the documents. Remember that."
Shang Rong nodded repeatedly, saying perfunctorily, "I remember, I remember. Don't worry. Is there anything else?"
Shang Rong only wanted to leave this place as soon as possible; he didn't want to listen to his crazy classmate's nonsense anymore.
Zheng Gang seemed to want to chat a little longer. "
Shang Rong, I'm a dying man, but there's a question in my heart that I can't answer. Today, please tell me the truth. How did you secretly take Zhang Yan's virginity back then?"
Shang Rong didn't expect this madman to still be thinking about this matter even on his deathbed. He wanted to tell him, but then he thought about how Zhang Yan had kept this secret for ten years, enduring humiliation. If he told her, he would be letting her down. Rather than betraying the living, he could only deceive the dead. "
It wasn't anything sneaky. Zhang Yan took off her clothes and invited me. I was young then, how could I resist the temptation of a beautiful woman, so I did it..."
Shang Rong thought Zheng Gang was really out of his mind and was just spouting nonsense when she heard Zheng Gang roar, "Shang Rong! I'll fuck your mother!"
Shang Rong stood up in surprise, not expecting Zheng Gang to suddenly have an attack. She saw two prison guards rush in and hold Zheng Gang down. Zheng Gang struggled violently in the chair, panting heavily.
"He's gone mad!"
Shang Rong said and ran away in a flash.
Driving, Shang Rong's heart was still pounding. This madman, he's been mad ever since he tortured Zhang Yan. It's amazing how well he's hidden it. Poor Zhang Yan, she lived with this madman for ten years. How did she endure it? My poor little beauty!
Wait, how could a madman have so much money? Yu Yongming said that Zheng Gang only handed over 100 million yuan of embezzled funds, and the whereabouts of the remaining 300 million yuan are unknown. "My demented father owns a big company?" Shang Rong suddenly felt something was off. He recalled Zheng Gang's expression when he said those words. He had repeatedly peered towards the door, his voice low, afraid the prison guards outside would hear him—this didn't fit the behavior of a madman.
Shang Rong parked his car on the side of the road and lit a cigarette. "Three hundred million yuan is still missing. Anyway, he's going to die; who can do anything to him? I'll never owe you a favor in this lifetime." Zheng Gang's words didn't sound like the talk of a madman; they fit his character. The underlying meaning was, "I won't let you work for nothing." Where could three hundred million yuan be hidden? My father's big company?
Shang Rong's heart tightened, and despite the cold weather, his back was slightly sweaty. When searching for stolen money, relatives are the police's primary target, but his only relative was a demented old man. Who would believe a demented old man owned a big company? "I'll find you a wife." What a brilliant code, a code specifically designed to awaken the sanity of a demented old man. Shang Rong's hands and feet trembled with excitement
as he sped towards Zheng Gang's house. He had been to Zheng Gang's house a few times before; it was an old, five-story building, even older than the house his parents had left him. It would likely be demolished soon, but its location was relatively remote and hadn't yet been included in real estate development plans. The door wasn't locked. As Shang Rong entered, he saw an old man holding a bowl, eating with his hands. Seeing Shang Rong, the old man stood up and looked him over, as if trying to remember something. Shang Rong took a few steps closer and said, "Uncle, don't you recognize me? I'm Zheng Gang's college classmate. I've been to your house before." The old man made a few sounds, but his expression didn't reveal whether he recognized him. Shang Rong slowly approached the old man, like approaching prey, afraid that any sudden movement would scare him away. " Uncle, Zheng Gang asked me to find you a wife." Shang Rong finished speaking and stared intently at the old man's reaction. The old man actually smiled at him, but didn't do what Shang Rong expected. Seeing the old man lower his head and eat again, Shang Rong felt a pang of disappointment. Damn it, it seems I'm the real madman. Shang Rong straightened up and looked around the house for a while, still unwilling to give up. Had he misjudged the situation? Had Zheng Gang really gone mad, or had he gone mad himself? Suddenly, an idea struck Shang Rong. He pulled a wad of cash from his pocket and waved it in front of the old man, saying, "Uncle, I'm helping you get a wife."

A miracle happened. The old man stared at the money for a while, then put the bowl he was holding on the stool, nodded repeatedly, and ran into the inner room shouting with joy. Shang Rong felt his heart was about to jump out of his throat and immediately followed him in. He saw the old man rummaging under the bed, and soon pulled out a black plastic bag. "
Getting a wife, getting a wife,"
the old man muttered as he handed the plastic bag to Shang Rong.
Shang Rong grabbed the plastic bag and went to the outer room. He opened it and was utterly stunned.
For a full half hour, Shang Rong carefully examined every item in the bag: business license, pawnshop documents, credit certificate, ID card, cash checks, 250 million...
Zheng Gang, are you crazy? You're a real genius! Aren't you afraid your old man will throw all this away like trash? How much effort did you put into training your old man's conditioned reflexes? Who would go to find a wife for a senile old man? Qi Shundong, you never even dreamed of this. "Zheng Gang, you're not crazy, I'm the one who's going crazy."
Shang Rong turned around and saw the old man sitting on a small stool, looking at him seriously. His eyes weren't dull at all, and his serious face made Shang Rong shudder. Was he faking dementia? Shang Rong's legs went weak and he almost knelt down. He cautiously said to the old man, "I will definitely find you a wife."
The old man grinned at his words. Shang Rong finally breathed a sigh of relief. He took out his phone.
"Fatty, find a caregiver for the old man, right now! Don't worry about the money! Give him whatever you want!"
Zi Hui sat in the Silver Rabbit Hair Salon, admiring herself in the mirror while listening to the hairdresser's advice.
Zi Hui was quite confident in her appearance. Although she was already 30, her delicate skin concealed her actual age. Once, Shang Rong joked, "Judging from the current situation, you'll be calling me 'Dad' in a few years."
Thinking of her ex-husband, Zi Hui had an idea for her hairstyle. "
Just put your hair up for me." She
blushed involuntarily as she said this. She remembered Shang Rong often saying he liked seeing her with her hair up; the high pile of black hair, paired with her delicate oval face and fair neck, gave her an air of nobility. For a time, Shang Rong even demanded that she wear her hair up while making love to him in bed. Thinking about this, Zi Hui felt incredibly foolish. That man was no longer her husband, yet she was still dressing according to his tastes.
She was the one who initiated the divorce, abandoning him when he had nothing, and doing things that wronged him. And now, subconsciously, she felt the urge to please her ex-husband. Wasn't she being a gold digger? But what had she done wrong? Couldn't she ask for a better life?
She did like money because her impoverished childhood left a deep impression; only money could bring her a sense of security. How terrified and desperate she had been when Shang Rong lost everything in the stock market! This has nothing to do with love. To be honest, she loved Shang Rong, but a woman's love needs a strong shoulder to lean on. If she was wrong, it was that she shouldn't have cheated on him…
“Miss, are you satisfied?”
The hairdresser's words startled Zi Hui from her reverie. She scrutinized herself in the mirror with a critical eye, then smiled with satisfaction.
Seeing that it was still early before their appointment, Zi Hui strolled along the tree-lined path, recalling the scene that morning when she submitted her resignation to Vice President Zhao Qidong. Zhao Qidong seemed surprised that Zi Hui would resign. His face showed disappointment. Zi Hui knew that this man had never given up on her, always looking for opportunities to possess her again. Now that the swan he had almost obtained was about to fly away, he was naturally disappointed. “
Zi Hui, you should think this through. Many people are desperate to work at the bank.”
“President Zhao, I have already thought it through,”
Zi Hui said firmly.
"What do you plan to do after you resign?"
"I'll work at my ex-husband's company."
Zi Hui emphasized the word "ex-husband. "
Bank Manager Zhao smiled helplessly, "Since you've made up your mind, keeping you here would make me seem difficult. Fortunately, this city isn't big, so we'll have a chance to meet again."
I hope we never see each other again, and I don't want to see you again either. Just give up on that idea…
"Sister Zi Hui! Sister Zi Hui!"
Someone called. Zi Hui turned around and saw it was Qiao Fei.
"Fei'er, what a coincidence! Where are you going?"
Zi Hui asked warmly, taking Qiao Fei's hand.
Qiao Fei looked Zi Hui up and down and said, "Sister Zi Hui, you're so beautiful, I almost didn't recognize you.
" Zi Hui smiled and said, "Look at your little mouth, even if you're pretty, you can't compare! By the way, have you found a job yet?"
Qiao Fei shook her head and said, "I had a job offer from a company, but the boss wants me to be his secretary. I studied accounting and don't want to be a secretary. And that boss isn't a good person, he's lecherous..."
Zi Hui thought to herself, "Which man wouldn't be tempted by such a beautiful girl? And this Qiao Min, she doesn't care about her sister's job at all." "
Fei'er, how about I talk to your older brother and you come to the company as a cashier?"
As soon as the words left her mouth, she regretted it. She hadn't even joined the company yet, and she was already making decisions on her own. She wondered
what Shang Rong would think if he found out. However, Shang Rong had said he wanted to find a cashier; it's always better to have someone you know when it comes to money.
"That's great! Sister Zihui, when can I start working? All my classmates have found jobs, but I'm still just hanging around."
Zihui laughed, "You're really in a hurry. I have to talk to your older brother first, but it's not a big problem. After all, you're my sister."
Qiao Fei thought for a moment and said, "But I don't know how long I can work. My sister called a while ago and said she's going to take my mom to live in Beijing. I'll have to go then too."
Zihui said, "Your sister's words are much slower than her actions. You should work here first. Running around all day might cause you to run into bad people. Such a pretty girl, your sister doesn't worry about her, but I am." Qiao Fei hugged Zihui's arm and said, "Sister Zihui is so good to me."
The two chatted and laughed as they walked forward.
Shang Rong came out of Zheng Gang's house and sat in the car, smoking two cigarettes in a row to calm his inner restlessness.
This New Year's gift felt as heavy as a boulder, suffocating him. It wasn't that he had too much money; it was that he had taken these things while Zheng Gang was still alive. If Zheng Gang were to betray him, the consequences would be unimaginable. He might end up in a detention center with him. He wondered if the senile old man remembered him; he hoped the old man had forgotten everything.
Shang Rong immediately took out his phone. "
Fatty, don't look for that caregiver yet. I'll let you know when I need him.
" He glanced at his watch, remembering that the two beauties were still waiting for him, and quickly started the car and drove home.
Zhang Yan had also gone shopping today. Tomorrow was New Year's Day, and she wanted to buy gifts for Shang Rong and Zi Hui to give to them at dinner.
Gifts for women are easy to find. Zhang Yan quickly chose a pair of jade earrings for Zi Hui. But what gift should she give Shang Rong? Zhang Yan went to several shopping malls but couldn't decide. She really didn't know what this man liked; she hadn't noticed any particular hobbies of his. Giving her something as ordinary as a tie or belt would be too much, and she would feel embarrassed to buy her anything too expensive. After all, she was spending Shang Rong's money. Maybe Shang Rong wouldn't care, but she and he weren't officially married, so it wasn't right for her to spend his money so lavishly.
Zhang Yan glanced at her watch, a growing anxiety rising within her. She suddenly realized that her husband had been single for so long, without a woman to care for him, and no one to even take care of his underwear. She had bought him a few pairs of underwear before, but the quality wasn't very good. These days, even wealthy men are starting to pay attention to the quality and style of their underwear. Shang Rong was now a general manager, so he should be more particular in this regard. Of course, she couldn't give this gift in front of Zi Hui. Thinking about his expression upon receiving the gift, a slight smile crept onto her lips.
Zhang Yan returned home to find Shang Rong already back, sitting in the living room smoking. "
Where have you been? We're running late! We need to hurry, or Zi Hui won't be able to get in!"
Shang Rong shouted as soon as he saw Zhang Yan.
Zhang Yan asked疑惑地, "Weren't we going to a hotel for dinner? Is the hotel still closed?" Shang
Rong laughed, "I'm not going to play games with you anymore. Look what this is!"
He then pulled something that looked like a certificate from his bag.
Zhang Yan took it and exclaimed in surprise, "When did you buy this? How come it has my name on it?"
Shang Rong said proudly, "I bought it a while ago, just wanted to surprise you. Consider it my New Year's gift. Hurry up and get ready, let's go see your gift."
Zhang Yan stood there without moving, just gazing at the man, her eyes seemingly a little moist. Seeing the woman's expression, Shang Rong quickly said, "Please don't say anything about gratitude, it makes me uncomfortable."
Zhang Yan didn't say anything, ran up to the man, hugged his neck, and kissed him deeply on the lips until they were both breathless before separating. "
Okay, go get some clean clothes, let's go,"
Shang Rong said softly.
"I really don't want to leave here,"
Zhang Yan said reluctantly, looking back at the house before leaving.
“You can come back anytime, this is my old home.”
Shang Rong bought a 160-square-meter duplex apartment on Zhangjiang North Road. If he were living alone, he wouldn't have planned to buy a house. But Zhang Yan seemed to have no intention of returning to her old home, and she had quit her job without consulting him first. Shang Rong knew women cared about their image; after Zheng Gang's incident, she felt ashamed to stay at her workplace and couldn't bear the gossip behind her back. Shang Rong didn't say anything about Zhang Yan's resignation; it was fine, he could support a woman now. But he knew how much Zheng Gang's incident had affected Zhang Yan, and he wanted her to forget the past and start a new life. He didn't want the woman he loved to feel adrift. A man's stable life is important, and a woman's stable life is important too, so he bought the apartment in Zhang Yan's name, hoping she would truly feel at home.
As soon as Zhang Yan entered, she flitted around the room like a swallow. "
Shang Rong, come up here."
Zhang Yan waved to Shang Rong from upstairs. "
You won't have to sleep on the sofa anymore."
"Then where will I sleep? This is your house, where are you going to put me to sleep?"
Shang Rong said, hugging Zhang Yan's waist.
Zhang Yan rubbed her face against Shang Rong's chest and said, "There are three bedrooms here, you can sleep in any one except mine.
" Shang Rong lifted the woman's chin and said, "You're so heartless, leaving me alone in an empty room!"
Zhang Yan kissed the man's face and said, "You said you wanted to wait."
Shang Rong hugged the woman tightly and said, "I can't wait any longer, today, can't you feel my passion? Why don't I..."
Zhang Yan had already felt the man's erection pressed against her lower body, and her face flushed when she heard the man's words. She twisted her round hips and pressed her soft body tightly against the man's body, saying in a soft voice, "How much longer until Zi Hui..."
Shang Rong was panting from Zhang Yan's teasing, the impulse coming on unusually fiercely. "
There's still time."
After saying that, he reached out and grabbed the woman's legs, heading towards the bedroom.
Shang Rong didn't have time to take off the woman's clothes; he just pulled down her pants, pressed them against the bed, and thrust into Zhang Yan's body from behind. Zhang Yan let out a soft moan, turning her head to look at the man behind her, groaning infatuatedly, "I never thought... I would be... ah..."
Shang Rong panted and convulsed, saying, "Never thought what... never thought your brother would fuck you like this..."
Hearing the word "fuck" from the man's mouth, Zhang Yan seemed to be greatly stimulated, her vagina suddenly gushing like a spring, she reached behind to block the man's buttocks, and cried out tightly, "Fuck me... fuck me... from now on, you can fuck me however you want... ah... brother... dear brother..."
Everything was so simple, the scene she had imagined countless times simply appeared, this unfamiliar place, the rapid movements, the fierce insertion, the position she had never thought of before, Zhang Yan was swept up by the man's desire, involuntarily raising her snow-white buttocks to welcome the man's thrusts. "
Do you love me or not..."
Shang Rong gasped, "Aren't I loving you right now?"
Hearing the man's words, Zhang Yan groaned loudly, twisting her plump buttocks, and a stream of nectar that had been brewing for a long time shamelessly flowed down her fair thighs.

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