[Urban] Urban Loss of Virginity (Complete) - 20

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Chapter 89 Brothers Turn
Against Each Other It was past 3 a.m. Shang Rong, who had hastily left the pleasure quarters, sat in Zhang Ming's office, head down, smoking one cigarette after another. He didn't bother putting the cigarette butts back in the ashtray, instead throwing them on the floor, leaving cigarette butts scattered around the sofa.
Seeing his boss's furrowed brows, Zhang Ming didn't dare sit down, standing stiffly in front of Shang Rong.
"Are you sure the map team can bring him back?"
After a long silence, Shang Rong asked grimly.
"I've considered this possibility. If he insists on leaving, have them follow him closely and wait for my call,"
Zhang Ming said cautiously.
Shang Rong stood up and paced around the room, pointing at Zhang Ming and saying, "You! What did you promise me back then? How many times have I reminded you…"
He sighed deeply before collapsing onto the sofa, covering his face with his hands, lost in thought.
"It's all my negligence, I..."
Before Zhang Ming could finish speaking, Shang Rong jumped up from the sofa and shouted, "Negligence? This could kill someone! Kill a policeman? Criminals in America don't dare to kill policemen easily! Now we need to find out if that policeman is dead or not."
He paused, realizing he had used the wrong words, and then thought, "Am I not a criminal now?" At this moment, Shang Rong truly understood the meaning of being caught in the web of crime.
"Boss, then... what do you think?"
Zhang Ming asked boldly. After waiting for a while without Shang Rong speaking, his face still filled with murderous intent, he couldn't help but whisper, "Boss... She Tianlang is, after all, himself... He's not the same as Jin Sheng..." Shang
Rong naturally understood what Zhang Ming meant. When it came to the real issue, Shang Rong calmed down. He lit a cigarette and softened his tone, saying, "Zhang Ming, you were a company commander in the army. When dealing with subordinates who violate rules and regulations, you always adhered to the philosophy of 'learning from past mistakes to avoid future ones, and curing the disease to treat the patient.' However, this doesn't apply to those who are terminally ill. For example, imagine you have a boil on your leg, the muscle is necrotic, it's starting to rot and stink. If you leave it, it will eventually endanger your whole body, and you'll surely die. At that point, would you decide to cut off your own leg, or sit and wait to die? It's such a simple principle; I don't believe you don't understand. I believe your feelings for She Tianlang are genuine, otherwise you wouldn't have brought him here. But who doesn't have deep feelings for their own leg?"
Hearing Shang Rong's words, Zhang Ming was filled with conflict. Although he still wanted to make a final effort to save his comrade's life, he couldn't find a reason to refute his boss's words. He regretted bringing She Tianlang into the group; now it seemed he had indirectly caused his death. Zhang Ming couldn't help but sigh inwardly, "Brother! How could you do such a stupid thing?"
Just as the two fell silent, Zhang Ming's phone suddenly rang. He picked it up, listened for a moment, and said softly, "Take him to the villa...wait for me there..."
Shang Rong stood up, patted Zhang Ming's shoulder a few times as a form of comfort, and then said dejectedly, "I didn't want this either...doesn't he like to drink...let him drink his fill this time..." He
then slowly walked towards the door, turned back at the door, hesitated for a moment, and said with difficulty, "That woman...keep her calm...just say She Tianlang is going on a business trip for a while...I need to think about it..."
He then walked out.
Zhang Ming watched his boss's retreating figure, and for a moment felt that his boss's back was inexplicably hunched.
Qi Shundong had been pacing back and forth in his office on the third floor for a long time, looking like an ant on a hot plate. A few minutes earlier, he had received a call from Chen Guodong. Despite the doctors' best efforts, the stabbed police officer had died; the criminal had pierced the officer's abdominal artery and spleen with a single stab. He also learned that the three detectives responsible for the stakeout only carried one gun, and the officer with the gun barely even saw the criminal clearly—that son of a bitch was truly incompetent. Chen Guodong also told him some disheartening news: Director Zhang Aijun had already gone to the hospital to handle the aftermath, along with other high-ranking officials, while he was still in his office considering how to report to Zhang Aijun.
This time, Zhang Aijun had a handle on him. When they discovered the Jin Sheng lead last time, he hesitated for a long time about whether to report it to Zhang Aijun, ultimately not telling him. He hadn't informed Zhang Aijun beforehand about the subsequent actions either. All of this indicated that he would bear all the responsibility for what happened last night, and Zhang Aijun would shirk all responsibility and then turn around and hold him accountable. After all, Zhang Aijun was the head of the Zheng Gang task force, and he was only the deputy head. Although he had the authority to take action, he also had the responsibility to report to his superiors in a timely manner.
Qi Shundong sighed deeply. No one had died in the bureau for years; this sudden incident would definitely cause a huge uproar, and the provincial department would send people to investigate. But he couldn't worry about that now. He knew he should be at the hospital comforting the family and expressing his condolences to the deceased. Qi Shundong grabbed his hat and went out.
"Someone's dead."
Zhang Ming stood blankly for several minutes in a room of the villa, holding the phone. The boss's information network was incredibly efficient; he received the information he needed in less than 24 hours. This information also carried an order; he couldn't hesitate any longer. He was paid to do his job, and besides, this wasn't just about getting rid of trouble for the boss, but also for himself and his two remaining brothers.
Zhang Ming had spent the entire night in his office, racking his brains for a reason to keep She Tianlang alive. What if that policeman hadn't died? Would the boss have let She Tianlang go, allowing him to live out his days in a place where no one knew him…? Then, Zhang Ming laughed at his naive thoughts. She Tianlang was a living, breathing person; if he had such good character, this wouldn't have happened. Besides, he had a home, relatives, and countless connections to this city. How could he stay in one place for the rest of his life? Furthermore, if that policeman really died, then no matter where She Tianlang stayed, as long as he lived, the nightmare for the remaining brothers would never end.
Zhang Ming picked up a glass of wine on the table and drank it all in one gulp.
In another room of the "villa," Map and Pangolin were drinking and eating with She Tianlang. The dishes on the table were plentiful, and they were drinking rare Moutai liquor. Due to his mood, She Tianlang was already quite drunk. He kept raising his glass to toast with Map and Pangolin, but he didn't notice that Map and Pangolin only symbolically touched their lips and both had solemn expressions. Just then, Zhang Ming pushed open the door and walked in. When She Tianlang saw Zhang Ming, he raised his glass and said indistinctly, "Brother, where have you been? Come and have a drink with your brother."
He then downed his glass and, swaying, asked with glazed eyes, "What did the boss say... don't go too far... how much did he pay... this is all for him..."
Zhang Ming ignored She Tianlang and said to the other two, "You two go out first, I have something to say to him."
Map and Pangolin exchanged a glance and left. Zhang Ming closed the door, returned to She Tianlang's side, sat down, picked up the bottle and filled his glass, then filled his own as well. Then he said, "Old Zhao, the boss just called... He wants you to hide here for a few days, and he'll send you out once this matter calms down."
She Tianlang's eyes were red as he stared at the table, it was unclear whether he had heard Zhang Ming's words.
Seeing that She Tianlang remained silent, Zhang Ming continued, "The boss said not to worry, he'll take care of everything for your family, whether it's your parents or your siblings..."
As Zhang Ming was speaking, She Tianlang suddenly stood up, staring at Zhang Ming, panting heavily. Zhang Ming also slowly stood up and said, "Old Zhao..."
Then He Tianlang said, word by word, "Zhang Ming, something's not right about what you're saying, it sounds like you're making arrangements for my funeral..."
Before She Tianlang could finish speaking, Zhang Ming's expression changed drastically. He took a step back and swung his palm like a knife, aiming for She Tianlang's neck. She Tianlang tilted to the left, and Zhang Ming's palm missed. She Tianlang pointed at Zhang Ming and said, "Fine! You..."
He grabbed a wine bottle from the table and threw it at Zhang Ming. Zhang Ming dodged the bottle and kicked She Tianlang in the waist. She Tianlang howled and fell to the ground. Before falling, he flipped the table over, and dishes flew onto Zhang Ming. Just as he was about to clear the table, the door was kicked open with a bang, and Map and Pangolin rushed in one after the other.
She Tianlang struggled to his feet, shouting hoarsely, "You want to kill me..."
Before he could finish speaking, Pangolin kicked him squarely in the temple, and She Tianlang fell to the ground motionless without even a groan.
For a moment, the room was quiet, with only Zhang Ming's heavy breathing audible. All three stared at the motionless She Tianlang on the floor, a sense of shared sorrow filling their hearts.

Chapter 90 Compassion
Shang Rong, looking at the woman on the sofa, suddenly understood why She Tianlang had acted so recklessly. This was indeed a woman who could ignite a man's passion. Shang Rong felt that calling her a woman wasn't accurate; she should be described as an innocent and captivating beauty. At this moment, this beauty named Lu Feng sat opposite Shang Rong, her naturally tearful eyes looking at him innocently, without a trace of feminine reserve, making Shang Rong feel uneasy. This woman was almost 20 years old, and looking at her innocent expression, her delicate skin that seemed to drip with moisture, and her voice as melodious as a nightingale's song, she was practically Xiao Ya's sister. Were all the men at Gongjie Company impotent? How come only this beauty was left waiting for this unlucky She Tianlang? Shang Rong felt his heart soften; he really didn't want to frighten this delicate woman. However, the matter was urgent, so he had to deliberately put on a stern face and say, "Miss Lu, have you seen Zhao Zhigang recently?"
Lu Feng was actually a little nervous. After all, this was her man's company boss. Although she had seen all sorts of people on the bus, she hadn't seen many bosses, because bosses never took the bus. Now, seeing her boss asking her a serious question, she timidly replied, "Didn't your company tell me he was on a business trip?"
"Then you haven't called him?"
Hearing the man's tone becoming increasingly stern, Lu Feng didn't dare to stare at him any longer. "I couldn't get through; his phone was off."
After thinking for a moment, she added, "He has another cell phone, but unfortunately, I don't know the number."
Shang Rong looked at the woman's innocent expression and felt another pang of sympathy. "Actually, he's not on a business trip—"
Shang Rong spoke slowly and deliberately, observing the changes in the woman's eyes, as if to give her a mental preparation before revealing the truth. "Actually, actually he—absconded with the money."
"What…he…"
Lu Feng's mouth gaped open in surprise, unable to close for a long time.
"We haven't decided to report it to the police yet…we called you here today to ask you about the situation, you have to tell the truth! You know, Zhao Zhigang's actions are criminal, he'll go to jail, if you hide the truth, you'll also…"
Before Shang Rong could finish speaking, Lu Feng stood up abruptly, stammering with a sob in her voice: "I…how could that be…I really don't know anything…"
Shang Rong waved her hand, gesturing for her to sit down, and then said unhurriedly, "I heard you're planning to get married, is that true?"
This time, Lu Feng's tears finally flowed, and she cursed Zhao Zhigang in her heart. "That heartless man! He lied to me about marriage, but he ran off with the money to have fun. I'm still dreaming, and I'm being his scapegoat… Oh God… what will happen to my baby…?" Lu Feng grew increasingly heartbroken, sobbing uncontrollably. Her tear ducts seemed incredibly active; the tears rolled down her pale, almost translucent face like strings of pearls. Shang Rong's heart trembled. For some reason, this woman kept reminding him of Xiao Ya. He instinctively grabbed a tissue, trying his best to control himself from wiping her tears. The woman pulled out a tissue, wiped it, and then more tears started flowing. Shang Rong stood there like a waiter, attending to the weeping lady. Finally, he didn't want to talk to her anymore. He placed the tissue box on the coffee table in front of her and left.
Shang Rong arrived at Zhang Ming's office. Upon seeing Zhang Ming, she wiped her brow and exclaimed, "My God! Where did She Tianlang find such a treasure…?"
Seeing Zhang Ming's surprised expression, Shang Rong suddenly seemed to realize something and said, "Go take him home, but you should still warn her not to talk nonsense… Maybe give her some money… Anyway, you handle this."
Zhang Ming parked his car in front of an old five-story building, peeked out, and asked Lu Feng, who was sitting beside him, "Do you live here?"
Lu Feng seemed still shaken from her earlier grief; her face was pitiful, and even after crying for just a short while, her eyes were already slightly red and swollen. “I live with my mother.”
Zhang Ming looked at the pitiful woman, feeling a pang of sadness. The image of She Tianlang struggling in his death throes flashed before his eyes. He gritted his teeth and said, “Don’t expect him to come back…”
Hearing this, several crystal tears rolled down Lu Feng’s cheeks. She had met Zhang Ming a few times and knew that this man was Zhao Zhigang’s comrade-in-arms from the army, so she wasn’t as nervous in front of Shang Rong. She stared blankly out the car window, muttering to herself, “What will happen to my child…”
As she spoke, she unconsciously touched her belly lightly.
Zhang Ming then remembered that She Tianlang had told him about women getting pregnant. He looked at the woman’s hand gently sliding on her abdomen, and then at her almost desperate expression. Suddenly, he said without hesitation, “You must give birth to it…”
Lu Feng turned to look at the man in front of her in surprise, seemingly not understanding. Her small mouth opened slightly in astonishment. Zhang Ming continued in an almost resolute tone, “If it’s born, it’s mine… I’ll raise you.”
After saying that, he seemed to relax completely.
Lu Feng finally understood. Seeing that the man didn't seem to be joking, her face suddenly flushed crimson. She exclaimed, "This...how can this be...I..."
Unable to continue, she could only sob.
Zhang Ming suddenly became agitated, grabbing the woman's hand and saying urgently, "Why not...let me take care of you...I really mean it..."
He noticed the woman's flushed face and quickly explained, "I didn't mean that...I meant...just taking care of you..."
For a moment, Zhang Ming felt unable to express his feelings clearly. Only then did he realize he was still tightly holding the woman's small hand. Lu Feng seemed to realize this too; Zhang Ming loosened his grip, and she pulled her hand away, her blush deepening.
Could it really be like she said? Lu Feng stared blankly at the somewhat panicked man. Why was he doing this? Did he like me? If he did this, what kind of person would I become? What if...?
"Does your family know about the pregnancy?"
Zhang Ming asked softly. Lu Feng shook her head, tears welling in her eyes. "So none of your family members have ever met Zhao Zhigang?"
Zhang Ming continued to ask. Lu Feng looked at Zhang Ming with tearful eyes and said, "My mother met him once, but she doesn't know we're together..."
"Who else is in your family?"
"Just my mother, two younger brothers, still in school."
Zhang Ming hesitated for a moment, then asked, "How many months pregnant are you?"
"A little over two months,"
Lu Feng said, her head lowered.
“Xiaofeng, what I said earlier was true. Please don’t abort this child. I think you’d be reluctant, right? If you’re willing, we can get our marriage certificate first…”
Lu Feng’s eyes widened, as if she were listening to gibberish. Seeing the woman’s expression, Zhang Ming quickly explained, “I meant for the sake of the child in your belly. Also, your mother will find out soon. Go home and think about it today. I’ll come see you again in a couple of days.”
Lu Feng’s mind was in turmoil. The two men she met today had really shocked her. One had declared to her face that the father of her unborn child was a criminal, and the other was fighting to be the father of her unborn child. What was going on? It seemed she really needed to calm down and think things through.
Zhang Ming got out of the car and opened the door for Lu Feng. As the woman got out of the car beside him, he almost whispered in her ear, “Be careful while you’re pregnant, and don’t tell anyone about this.”
Lu Feng stood there until Zhang Ming’s car disappeared from sight before walking home, feeling utterly lost. Chapter 91: Open and Hidden Arrows
The small conference room of the Municipal Public Security Bureau was filled with smoke, making everyone's faces appear hazy. This wasn't due to heated discussions or intense thinking that made everyone so engrossed in their cigarettes; rather, everyone had nothing to do and nothing to say, so they simply buried their heads in their cigarettes. The meeting had been going on for over twenty minutes, but apart from Director Li Changnian of the Provincial Department giving an opening speech, the rest of the attendees remained silent. Zhang Aijun and Qi Shundong, in particular, didn't speak, and Fang Yuliang, Chen Guodong, and a few others were even more tight-lipped. This meeting differed from the last one in that the seat Sun Xiaoyu had previously occupied was now occupied by another policewoman—the same policewoman with the ample buttocks Shang Rong had seen when he visited Zhang Aijun. It was unclear what her role was in this high-level emergency meeting. "Did you call me here just to watch you all stare at each other?" Li Changnian finally couldn't hold back any longer. "What, are you all mute? Let me tell you, this is not the time to assign blame. Besides, no one can shirk responsibility. What I want to know is your analysis of this matter and what actions you took." Li Changnian sternly scanned the room and continued, "Did one of our comrades just sacrifice himself in vain? Where is the criminal?" Li Changnian slammed his hand on the conference table, causing a teacup to jump and spill water all over the table. Qi Shundong could no longer sit still. He stood up and said in a somber voice, "The main responsibility for this incident lies with me. I apologize, and I request the Party Committee of the Bureau to discipline me..." Li Changnian waved his hand to stop Qi Shundong from continuing. "Can an apology or punishment bring back our comrade's life? I want to hear what actions you took!" Qi Shundong thought to himself, "Action my foot! Those people didn't even get a clear look at their opponent. From their reports, it's clear they didn't even meet the criminal. Even the criminal's height is disputed." But if you want an analysis, I can tell you. “It was too dark at the time, and none of us could clearly see the perpetrator's face. However, I analyzed that this person was definitely not an ordinary criminal. According to the forensic examination, the murderer used a double-edged dagger, a type of dagger that ordinary people don't possess. Furthermore, the location and force of the stab wound indicate that the perpetrator was a well-trained repeat offender, certainly having undergone combat training. Especially with a double-edged dagger, the way an expert uses it differs greatly from that of an ordinary person. I personally lean towards the possibility that the perpetrator came from a specific group, such as the military, a martial arts group, or even the police.” Li Changnian interjected, “That's too broad a scope. How do you explain the bank card?” “If Jin Sheng has already been murdered, I think this criminal is very likely the murderer. So it’s not surprising that he had the bank card and knew the PIN. Of course, some people might think the murderer killed for the money. I think the murderer killed first and then got greedy. Otherwise, the murderer wouldn’t have waited so long to touch the money. So what was the murderer’s motive? My analysis is that the murderer had no motive and was hired to kill. This brings us back to Zheng Gang’s case. There are probably two purposes for killing. One is to protect Zheng Gang. So who is most afraid of Zheng Gang falling into our hands? The other is to find Zheng Gang. Jin Sheng only lost his life because of Zheng Gang. So who is so eager to find Zheng Gang that they are willing to kill? I think you can guess without me saying it.” Li Changnian took a deep breath and asked suspiciously, “You mean Shang Rong?” Although Zhang Aijun didn’t speak, a cold smile was clearly visible on his lips. Only Fang Yuliang nodded in agreement, while Chen Guodong stared at Zhang Aijun. Qi Shundong nodded to Li Changnian and continued, "That's right, this person is Shang Rong. From the moment he came into my sights until now, I've become increasingly convinced that he's the mastermind behind Zheng Gang's ill-gotten gains. Zheng Gang's disappearance, Jin Sheng's disappearance, and this attack on the police were all orchestrated by Shang Rong." " Shundong, as a veteran detective, you should have evidence to back up your claims," Zhang Aijun said, unable to tolerate Qi Shundong's blatant lies any longer. He began his first statement of the meeting in a low voice. "We've had five or six comrades monitoring Shang Rong for five or six months now. Have we found anything? Furthermore, you sent Comrade Sun Xiaoyu as a close undercover agent. What was the result? You're tormenting Shang Rong here, while Zheng Gang is thriving over there. He's been lurking under our noses for so long without us noticing, and now he's easily escaped. Shundong! The worst thing in criminal investigation is going in the wrong direction. Shang Rong is always in our sights. If he were truly the perpetrator of several murders, as you say, with his wealth, you probably wouldn't even see his shadow." Zhang Aijun saw the attendees... The staff all looked at him, then continued, "Let me digress a bit. That time you had the comrades from the Xicheng branch conduct a surprise inspection of Shang Rong's entertainment center. They spent the whole night there, and all they got were a few prostitutes. I really don't understand your intentions." Zhang Aijun then turned to Li Changnian and said, "That day, it happened to be Vice Mayor Li's daughter's birthday. After dinner, she invited a few boyfriends and girlfriends to sing in a private room at the entertainment center. But you guys arrested Vice Mayor Li's daughter as a prostitute without even asking what happened, and you even beat up her boyfriend. The next day, Vice Mayor Li called me. I was in a very difficult position." "Is that so?" Li Changnian seemed incredulous. Zhang Aijun said, "I was afraid of affecting Shundong's work mood, so I suppressed this matter. But even if Shang Rong's entertainment center violated public security regulations, it doesn't require you, the deputy director and deputy head of the special task force, to get involved. So, Shundong, you can't let your personal feelings interfere with your work, and you can't let personal grudges cloud your judgment and let the real criminals go unpunished." Qi Shundong listened to Zhang Aijun's high-sounding words, feeling indignant, especially the last few sentences which made him feel suffocated. However, he remained silent. Who knew what trump cards Zhang Aijun had up his sleeve? Fighting him head-on now would only be self-destructive. It seemed that only by catching Shang Rong could he shut him up. Li Changnian sensed that something was wrong after hearing Zhang Aijun's words, but he had nothing to say because the location was inappropriate, there were too many people, and some things were inconvenient to say. So he didn't want to listen anymore and hastily concluded: "I hope you can formulate a practical and feasible investigation plan as soon as possible. All members of the Party Committee must unify their thinking and understanding. Aijun, as the squad leader, you must take responsibility. I think Comrade Shundong's main task recently should be to do a good job with the families of the martyrs, see what difficulties they are facing, and do your best to solve them. The advanced deeds of the martyrs in bravely fighting the criminals should be reported in the newspapers as soon as possible. Okay, if everyone has no objections, the meeting is adjourned." Qi Shundong had to admit that he had lost this round, lost to Zhang Aijun and also to Shang Rong. He suddenly realized that Li Changnian was Zhang Aijun's old leader; he had been too naive. For now, he should honestly handle the funeral arrangements for the fallen comrades. He picked up his hat from his desk and walked out of the meeting room with a dejected expression.

Chapter 92 Flower in the Dark
Two weeks ago, Qi Xiaoya called Shang Rong, saying she wanted to host a party at her home, ostensibly to celebrate moving, but actually to invite her sisters Zi Hui, Gao Yan, and Qiao Fei for a gathering. Shang Rong understood the girl's intentions; she wanted to take the opportunity to get closer to these women. After all, he was a newcomer and needed to show some appreciation, especially since Zi Hui was Xiaoya's idol.
Shang Rong was naturally overjoyed. The thought of several beauties gathered together, their sleeves fluttering, their arms swaying gracefully, their voices like nightingales, filled him with longing and he couldn't wait for that day to arrive.
But fate is unpredictable. At this critical juncture, the entertainment center was raided, and She Tianlang got into trouble. Shang Rong had no heart for drinking and carousing anymore. He was constantly frowning, and even abstained from sexual activity. He didn't even have time for Xiaoya, leaving the young girl constantly thinking about this and that, wondering what was wrong with men.
Seeing her husband spending all his time at the entertainment center, and even when he occasionally came home, he always seemed listless, Zi Hui initially thought he was seeing a new woman. However, she had one of her trusted confidants at the entertainment center inquire, and the result was different. So she assumed it was just another episode of his periodic neuroticism and ignored him. After all, Qiao Fei could now live openly at home, and she was happy to hold Qiao Fei's delicate body every night.
That evening, after dinner, Shang Rong hadn't returned by eleven o'clock, so Zi Hui called him. Shang Rong said he was having dinner and drinks with Zhang Ming and Yang Jun.
Zi Hui knew he wouldn't be home that night. Looking at Qiao Fei lying on the sofa watching TV, the girl had already showered, was wearing pajamas, and her beautiful hair was loose, exuding an indescribable softness and charm. Zi Hui felt a surge of heat. She walked over to Xiaolin, who was doing her homework, patted the girl's head, and said, "Don't stay up too late, go to sleep early."
Xiaolin looked up at her and said, "Sister, you guys go to sleep first, I still have a few questions to do."
Zihui laughed, "Being a student these days is really tough, there's never so much homework to finish."
Then, as she went upstairs, she winked at Qiaofei on the sofa, and Qiaofei obediently followed her sister upstairs.
Why did Shang Rong drink today? Because he felt good today.
In the afternoon, he dialed the number Lao Yang had given him for the first time. It had been a while since the incident with She Tianlang, but the surroundings had been unusually quiet lately, which made him uneasy. It shouldn't be this quiet! After all, it was a policeman who died. Could it just be swept under the rug? What a joke.
Of course, Shang Rong also saw the newspaper report, which exaggerated the incident to the extreme, describing how brave the policeman was. Facing a criminal's sharp dagger, he remained fearless, disarmed him with his bare hands, and ultimately, to protect an inexperienced new recruit, he was stabbed multiple times and died a heroic death from blood loss. Shang Rong skimmed over the earlier nonsense, focusing on the last few sentences. "The police have laid a tight net to bring the criminal to justice and comfort the spirit of the fallen hero."
Was this intriguing silence the so-called tight net? "I've already brought the criminal, She Tianlang ,
to justice! The spirit of the fallen hero can rest in peace soon." Old Yang sighed as soon as he answered the phone, saying he had just returned from out of town and caught a cold in the sweltering heat. The doctor told him to stay home and rest for a while, and he would recover naturally.
Shang Rong patiently listened to Lao Yang's rambling, finally unable to resist asking, "Have you heard about the recent police assault case in the city? It's in the newspapers."
Lao Yang said he doesn't read newspapers anymore; they make him dizzy. He basically relies on his hearing to catch information. Of course, he had heard about the incident and strongly condemned the criminal's brazen and foolish behavior. He firmly believed that as long as the criminal was still alive, the police would eventually arrest him.
Shang Rong only half understood, and not wanting to be too obvious, he simply said, "When would be a convenient time for me to come see you?"
Lao Yang repeatedly refused, then rambled on for a while, until finally he lowered his voice and mysteriously said, "It seems your tail is gone."
Then the call ended.
Shang Rong pondered Lao Yang's last sentence for a moment, and a smile appeared on his face. The tail was gone. This was just the surface phenomenon; behind it lay a secret that could excite Shang Rong.
At this moment, the modern-day live sex palace playing out in Zi Hui's bedroom was nearing its end.
Qiao Fei was lying half-reclined on the bed, her pajamas open, her body glistening with fragrant sweat. Her breasts moved without wind, her eyes half-closed, her mouth slightly open as she breathed heavily. Zi Hui, on the other hand, was completely naked, lying on the girl's snow-white belly, her round, delicate buttocks hanging halfway off the edge of the bed, her long legs dangling on the floor, her posture indescribably alluring and seductive.
After catching their breath, Qiao Fei gently nudged Zi Hui and said softly, "Sister, get up... be careful he doesn't suddenly come back..."
Zi Hui remained motionless, chuckling softly, "Are you afraid of him?" "
Who's afraid of him?"
the girl said sweetly. "Sister... if he comes back now... and sees us... like this... what will he do..."
Zi Hui glanced at Qiao Fei and smiled, "What else could he do... naturally, he'll take advantage of both of us."
Qiao Fei recalled the scene of being taken advantage of by a man last time, her heart fluttering slightly, her sensitive body trembling involuntarily. Zi Hui sensed the change in the girl's body and gently licked her lower abdomen with her fragrant tongue, eliciting a soft moan from the girl.
"Fei'er, tell your sister the truth, since last time, has he done anything to you..."
Zi Hui got up and sat next to Qiao Fei against the headboard, grabbing one of her breasts and asking.
Qiao Fei gave a coquettish "Mmm" and snuggled into Zi Hui's arms, pressing her face against Zi Hui's firm, soft breasts. She said in a nasal voice, "I've told you so many times, how could I..."
"That's strange..."
Zi Hui said, seemingly to herself, "How could such a tiger-like man suddenly become celibate..."
Looking down at Qiao Fei in her arms, she added, "Could he have taken it all out on Xiao Ya? Gao Yan... that's impossible."
At this moment, Qiao Fei looked up and said, "No, it's not like that. Big Brother has never been to Xiao Ya's place, besides... she..."
She then whispered something in Zi Hui's ear.
Zi Hui gently patted the girl's buttocks and said, "How did you know... Oh... You two, didn't you... Honest Jie Dai, didn't you do it with her behind your sister's back..."
As she spoke, she flipped over and pinned the girl down, looking into her eyes and continuing, "Otherwise, why would she let you see her... She saw your little thing too, didn't she..."
Qiao Fei writhed beneath Zi Hui, her face flushed as she protested, "What... She said her place is different from others... She was afraid of being laughed at, so she let me see... I let her see too..."
She closed her eyes in embarrassment.
"Then tell me, what's different..."
Zi Hui couldn't hide her curiosity and asked softly.
Qiao Fei, with her eyes closed, murmured, "Her...it's so round and plump...like...like a little steamed bun...so pretty...but Xiao Ya herself thinks it's ugly...afraid that her older brother won't like it and will laugh at her..."
Zi Hui listened with longing, wishing she could see, kiss, and touch it right away, murmuring, "Your older brother would be overjoyed if he knew, how could he not like it?"
Qiao Fei blurted out, "My older brother knows..."
Suddenly realizing she'd said something inappropriate, she quickly stopped herself.
But Zi Hui had heard her clearly, staring at the girl and saying, "Didn't you say she's still a virgin? How would he know?"
Seeing that she couldn't hide it any longer, Qiao Fei reluctantly said, "I'll tell you, but you can't tell anyone. Xiao Ya is shy."
Zi Hui said, "Alright! It seems you won't behave unless you're subjected to some torture..."
As she spoke, she reached down to the girl's lower body and began to tease her slippery, wet spot.
Qiao Fei had already climaxed twice, so that area was naturally extremely sensitive at this moment. She felt a tingling sensation that went straight to her heart, and she twisted her buttocks uncontrollably, crying out, "Sister, have mercy... Fei'er Jie Dai..."
Zi Hui slowed down her movements and laughed, "Little thing, you dare to hide things from your sister? Tell me quickly, or else I'll make you..."
Qiao Fei looked at Zi Hui with her bright, watery eyes and said in a coquettish voice, "Xiao Ya said that one day she and her older brother booked a room in a hotel... She was naked and her older brother kissed and touched her... He touched her there several times... but he didn't... Her older brother didn't even take off his pants." "...It all...it all came in his pants..."
Zi Hui burst into laughter upon hearing this. Qiao Fei looked at Zi Hui, puzzled, and said, "You...what are you laughing at...I'm telling the truth..."
Zi Hui laughed for a while and said, "Anyway, one of you two little things is lying. Just touching without doing anything, and then coming in his pants...is that still him...I don't believe it even if you beat me to death. Back when I was dating him, he wouldn't let go of any opportunity given to him. He was always hard and just wanted to fuck you...just like that night when he was with you, he was that impatient guy."
Zi Hui laughed again after she finished speaking.
Qiao Fei became shy upon hearing Zi Hui's words, and her mind turned to men. She still vividly remembered that feeling. Suddenly, she felt the sensation brought by Zi Hui's hand moving between her legs become stronger, her breathing gradually became heavy, and her charming eyes looked at Zi Hui with eyes that could drip water. She called out in a coquettish voice, "Sister--" and her heart blossomed again.

Chapter 93 Grafting (Part 1)
Recently, Zhang Ming's heart has been in great pain. The scene at the "villa" kept replaying in his mind, often waking him from nightmares. He dreamt of She Tianlang sneering at him, and once he dreamt that She Tianlang plunged a blood-stained dagger into his heart. He woke up feeling a chill in his heart and breaking out in a cold sweat.
Zhang Ming knew he had developed a deep-seated emotional wound, and the only cure was Lu Feng and the child in his womb. If he could marry Lu Feng and raise She Tianlang's child, perhaps the scars in his heart could slowly heal. However, based on Zhang Ming's observations of Lu Feng, he could tell that she had a strict upbringing and a conservative personality. This was why, despite her beauty, she hadn't been with many men. Therefore,
if he didn't take the initiative and waited for Lu Feng to express her feelings, it would be almost impossible; a woman's sense of shame wouldn't allow her to accept such an outcome. Zhang Ming also thought of his past relationship with Gao Yan, which now seemed purely impulsive. In truth, fate had already arranged it for him; Lu Feng was the woman of his life. Moreover, he genuinely liked this woman, not just out of pity and atonement.
It was a Saturday, and Zhang Ming, unusually free, thought of Lu Feng again. After much hesitation, he called her under the pretext of inquiring about her health. Lu Feng said she was on her way to the hospital. Zhang Ming immediately panicked, assuming she was going for an abortion.
"Xiao Feng, please don't do anything foolish! Wait for me, I'm coming right now!"
Zhang Ming shouted, almost in a fit of rage. Unexpectedly, Lu Feng chuckled softly and said sweetly, "Look how anxious you are, it's not your child."
Zhang Ming said confidently, "I've already said, that child is mine..."
Lu Feng was silent for a long time before finally saying, "I've decided to keep this child..."
Zhang Ming said, "Then why are you going to the hospital? Are you feeling unwell?"
Hearing the man's anxious voice, Lu Feng felt a little sorry for him and said softly, "I'm going for a checkup..."
Zhang Ming breathed a sigh of relief and quickly said, "Wait here, I'll come pick you up."
After hanging up the phone, Zhang Ming practically rushed out the door, only to bump into someone. Looking up, he saw it was his boss. Shang Rong rubbed his chest where he had been bumped and laughed, scolding, "A ghost is chasing you, where are you going?"
Zhang Ming stammered, unable to speak for a moment. Shang Rong exclaimed, "Damn! What's wrong with you? You're out seeing a woman?"
Unexpectedly, Zhang Ming actually nodded and said, "It's Lu Feng..."
Shang Rong stared at Zhang Ming for a long time as if he were an alien, then put his arm around his shoulder and returned to the office. He stared at him for a while longer before laughing, "Everyone has their own preferences, but Zhang Ming, if you're serious, I'll support you. If it's just for fun, I advise you to find someone else. Yang Jun has plenty."
Zhang Ming said seriously, "Boss, I'm serious, and she's pregnant. I want to be the father of that child."
The smile on Shang Rong's face gradually faded, and he nodded... After pacing back and forth a few steps, Shang Rong patted Zhang Ming on the shoulder and said, "Gongjie Company hasn't been doing well these past few years. Besides, it's not appropriate for a woman to drive a large truck. How about this, let him work by your side. You can arrange the specific work, and I'll talk to Zi Hui about the salary."
Zhang Ming said gratefully, "Thank you for your concern, boss, but this is still far from settled; it's just wishful thinking on my part."
Shang Rong laughed, "You're a bit lacking in this area, but I have experience. Do you need my help?"
Zhang Ming looked at the sly smile on his boss's face, shook his head vigorously, said thank you repeatedly, and fled as if he were flying.
"What's going on here? It's been almost three months and you haven't come for a checkup."
A doctor scolded Lu Feng and Zhang Ming, who looked embarrassed. Lu Feng blushed, her eyes fixed on the tips of her shoes. Zhang Ming stood with a standard military posture, looking like a schoolboy being scolded by a teacher in front of the female doctor.
"Yes, yes, yes! We will definitely have our checkups on time from now on."
Zhang Ming promised solemnly.
Seeing Zhang Ming's hesitant demeanor, the female doctor softened her tone, saying, "Your wife is pregnant now. She can't sit all
the time; she needs to move around more, otherwise it will affect the fetus's development and may even lead to malposition. You mustn't take this lightly." Leaving the hospital, Lu Feng followed behind Zhang Ming, walking slowly with her head down. The doctor's words had left her bewildered. His wife? Was she really going to be his wife? Just a few days ago, she had slept with Zhao Zhigang. This man knew, didn't he care at all? Lu Feng glanced furtively at the man ahead, her heart filled with mixed emotions, her face burning.
Zhang Ming turned around and saw the woman keeping a distance, walking slowly. He stopped until Lu Feng stood before him, head bowed. He pointed to a restaurant ahead and said, "Xiao Feng, let's have lunch there. I have something to tell you."
Lu Feng looked up at Zhang Ming, then lowered her head again, remaining silent. Zhang Ming didn't know what the woman was thinking, or whether she truly wanted to go with him. Suddenly remembering Shang Rong's words that morning about his lack of experience in this area, he panicked and grabbed Lu Feng's hand, pulling her away. Lu Feng gasped, but her legs followed involuntarily.
Shang Rong, idly browsing the web in Zhang Ming's office, kept thinking about Zhang Ming and Lu Feng. Although he'd only exchanged a few words with Lu Feng that day in the office, for some reason, this seemingly innocent woman was like a slow-acting aphrodisiac. Just thinking of her pure yet wanton eyes, her rapidly heaving breasts, and her helplessly alluring expression ignited a fire within Shang Rong, filling him with a strong urge to ravage her. At this moment, although he appeared to be casually browsing the web, his groin was already throbbing with desire.
Suddenly, a woman's image flashed through Shang Rong's mind. He instantly understood why he had this feeling; no wonder he felt he had glimpsed Lu Feng's alluring features somewhere—it was her shadow playing tricks on him. Shang Rong recalled Wang Pangzi's drunken words that day. He had described in detail his wife's various roles in bed, especially when she played the innocent schoolgirl being raped. Shang Rong's feeling then was exactly the same as now. In fact, Shang Rong now understood that, in some ways, Pangzi's wife, Xiuju, and Lu Feng were like natural sisters.
Shang Rong sighed for a while, then reluctantly picked up the phone and dialed Wang Pangzi's number, fantasizing about how wonderful it would be to witness Xiuju's acting skills in bed. Lu Feng was hopeless; he couldn't possibly compete with Zhang Ming for a woman. But Pangzi was different. Since he could describe his and his wife's performances in bed so vividly to him, why would he be afraid of him even catching a glimpse?
"Hey! Fatty? You fucking said you'd invite me to your house to try your wife's cooking, does that count or not? What? Okay, okay, today. I'm coming right now."

Chapter 94: Substitution (Part 2)
Lu Feng and Zhang Ming's lunch was very dull, because no matter how hard Zhang Ming tried, Lu Feng just kept her head down and ate her food in small bites, without saying a word. Zhang Ming was so anxious that beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. He couldn't help but wonder what Shang Rong would do if he encountered this situation. Helpless, Zhang Ming could only ramble on about irrelevant things.
When they finished eating and walked out of the restaurant, Zhang Ming suddenly remembered the doctor's advice that pregnant women should move around more, so he said to Lu Feng, "Let's take a walk, it's good for the baby."
Unexpectedly, Lu Feng glanced at Zhang Ming and actually nodded. Zhang Ming was very happy, and when crossing the road, he boldly put his arm around the woman's soft waist. Lu Feng seemed not to notice and let his hand rest on her waist.
At midday, the city's central garden was nearly deserted. The dense, tall trees kept out the summer heat, and only birdsong and cicada chirps filled the shade. Zhang Ming found a secluded spot for Lu Feng to sit and rest. Although they hadn't walked far, Lu Feng's forehead was already slightly sweaty, and her face was flushed. Zhang Ming sat down beside her, and looking at the woman's delicate, rosy face and slightly trembling breasts, he felt a surge of excitement and only wanted to express his love for her.
“Xiaofeng, you don’t need to go to work anymore. Just rest at home. After the baby is born, you can work at a hotel or entertainment center if you want. If you don’t want to work, stay home and take care of the baby. I can support you both on my own.”
Hearing Zhang Ming’s words, Lu Feng stared into the distance for a long time without saying a word. After a long while, she seemed to be talking to herself, “Where did he go? Even if he doesn’t care, I can’t abandon my child…”
Zhang Ming naturally knew who Lu Feng was referring to. He felt a surge of tension and jealousy, and said loudly, “I’ve already told you, don’t expect him to come back… Just consider him dead…”
Lu Feng looked at Zhang Ming, her eyes filled with confusion. Dead? If he were really dead, that would be a different story, but… Lu Feng was filled with conflict.
Zhang Ming reached out and cupped the woman’s face in his hands, asking word by word, “Do you love him very much…”
Lu Feng’s eyes met the man’s, showing no surprise at his sudden action. He slowly shook his head and sighed, "Men are unreliable..."
"You must believe me,"
Zhang Ming almost shouted, "From the first time I saw you, I liked you... I'm willing to do anything for you... Let the past be the past... We'll be happy from now on..."
He took a breath and continued, "Xiao Feng, maybe you don't believe it, but you're the first woman I've ever truly wanted..."
Lu Feng seemed moved by the man's words and asked doubtfully, "You really don't care about me... What will I do if he suddenly comes back?"
Hearing the woman's words, Zhang Ming seemed relieved. Because he knew that She Tianlang would never return. Zhang Ming released the woman's face, gently pulling her head into his arms. He looked down at her slightly closed eyes and rapidly fluttering eyelashes, suppressing the urge to kiss her, and slowly said, "I'm a soldier, I'm responsible… He'll never come back. I'll tell you why, but… but only after you become my woman…"
Lu Feng seemed unresponsive to Zhang Ming's actions and words. She only felt a wave of weakness wash over her, a weakness that only wanted to lie in the man's arms. Could this embrace truly be her and her child's refuge?
Dappled sunlight filtering through the trees danced on the woman's flushed face, her slightly parted lips exuding a fragrant aroma. All around was quiet. Looking at the woman in his arms, who seemed to have fallen asleep, Zhang Ming was filled with tenderness and affection. He couldn't help but lower his head and gently kiss her delicate face, as softly as a feather caressing her cheek.
Lu Feng slightly turned her head, and their dry lips met. Lu Feng let out a long sigh. If he really was the father of the child in her womb, what reason did she have not to accept him?
As the man's breathing quickened, the kisses became more passionate. Lu Feng closed her eyes, her mouth playing with the man's tongue, shyly welcoming the touch of his large hand. He lingered on her slightly protruding belly for a while, then slowly climbed up, finally covering one of her full breasts. Because of her pregnancy, her nipples were particularly sensitive, so she wasn't wearing a bra as usual. Now, through the thin fabric, she could feel the dampness of the man's palm.
Just then, she heard the man's urgent voice in her ear: "Xiao Feng... I'll take you home... I want you..."
Lu Feng's heart pounded wildly. Suddenly, she felt a hot, hard thing touching her waist. She was experienced; she knew what men wanted.
Lu Feng straightened up with difficulty, panting slightly, "Not now... I have to wait three months..."
Then, she shyly pressed her face against the man's chest.
Although Zhang Ming was burning with desire, he understood the woman's meaning. He gently stroked her hair, saying tenderly, "I'll listen to you... I'm not in a hurry..."
Lu Feng lifted her head from the man's embrace, glanced at him coquettishly, and even pouted, "Are you really not in a hurry? But..." Before
she finished speaking, a slender hand reached to the man's crotch and gently grasped it... Zhang Ming never dreamed that the woman would get straight to the point. He gasped softly, grabbed the woman's head, and kissed her until she was breathless.
Shang Rong and Fatty Wang Shili's drinking session lasted from noon until nightfall. Shang Rong's alcohol tolerance was far superior to Fatty's, a fact proven in countless drinking contests in the past. If it were before, Fatty's wife, Xiuju, would have already tried to dissuade them. But today, she didn't stop the two men. Firstly, Shang Rong hadn't come to her house for drinking for a long time. In the past, Shang Rong and Yang Jun would frequently visit the house to drink with Fatty, always ending up completely drunk. Xiuju could only reluctantly chase these drunkards away. Besides, Shang Rong was no longer the petty thug he used to be; he was now her husband's big boss. Seeing this former regular visitor still so intimate with her husband, Xiuju couldn't help but feel happy. She couldn't resist grabbing a bottle of red wine and joining the two men, drinking until her face was flushed. Little did she know that Shang Rong's true intentions weren't just about the wine.
Fatty Wang Shili, usually very composed, became incredibly talkative when drunk, unable to control his tongue. Even now, though his tongue was practically slurred, he still rambled on and on. "Rongzi (Shang Rong's nickname, which Fatty stopped calling him when drunk), I feel... lately... Gao Yan's acting a bit strange..."
When Shang Rong heard the fat man mention Gao Yan, he suddenly remembered that he hadn't seen her for almost a month since Xiao Ya's incident. For some reason, he felt no desire for Gao Yan now. Frankly, it wasn't because he was tired of her, but rather because he was a little timid, though he couldn't quite put his finger on what it was. "Something's not right... You know her better than I do?"
Shang Rong joked, secretly glancing at Xiu Ju. He saw Xiu Ju's watery eyes also looking at him, and his heart skipped a beat. Shang Rong knew that Xiu Ju's affectionate eyes didn't mean anything by it; it was just her nature.
"Don't rush me when I tell you... That day... I ran into her at the Hyatt Hotel... with... with Director Wu..."
"What did you say... with Director Wu... You didn't see wrong, did you..."
Before the fat man could finish his stammering, Shang Rong put down his wine glass and stared intently at Wang Shili.
Xiuju, having naturally heard from her husband about Gao Yan's background and relationship with Shang Rong, quickly interrupted, "Shili, are you drunk... don't talk nonsense..."
Seeing their disbelief, the fat man hurriedly said, "Nonsense? I'd recognize Director Wu even if he were skinned alive. As for Gao Yan... I see her every day, how could I..."
Hearing the fat man's explanation, Shang Rong, though under the influence of alcohol, could still make a judgment. Gao Yan had ultimately gone to Director Wu, her relationship rekindled. After all, she had been with Director Wu once; what difference did it make if he did it a few more times? This was related to his neglect of her. As the saying goes, "It's like the sky wants to rain, and a mother wants to remarry." As long as she was happy. She wasn't like Zi Hui and Zhang Yan... Besides, his women—those older ones, which one hadn't been with other men?
A jumble of chaotic thoughts flooded Shang Rong's mind, and he actually let out a chuckle.
Hearing Shang Rong's strange laughter, Xiuju assumed he was provoked. She exchanged a glance with Wang Shili, then leaned closer to Shang Rong and said, "Brother (that's what Xiuju called him when she was in a good mood), don't overthink it... maybe he has something important to do..."
Before Xiuju could finish, the fat man, probably drunk again, yelled at her, "What important things... what kind of important things could a man and woman do in a hotel..."
Xiuju pointed at the fat man's nose and cursed, "Can't you speak like a human being... catching a thief red-handed... catching them in the act... which eye of yours saw that..."
After cursing, the man saw Shang Rong with his head down, so he reached out and gently patted Shang Rong's shoulder, saying, "Brother... don't listen to his nonsense... let's drink, come on, your sister-in-law will drink with you..."
He then picked up his wine glass, waiting for Shang Rong to clink glasses with her.
Shang Rong smelled Xiuju's fragrance and felt a surge of comfort from her gentle pats, but he still wanted to continue the charade. He raised his glass and clinked it with Xiuju's, then tilted his head back and downed the wine in one gulp. He sighed and said, "Sister-in-law... to tell you the truth, I'm just unlucky... first my wife cheated on me, and now... sigh! Where can I find someone as devoted as you, sister-in-law..."
He then lowered his head again.
Xiuju was pleased to hear this. She had heard about Zihui's situation from Fatty in bed, and she couldn't help but feel sorry for the man. She even reached out and stroked Shang Rong's head to comfort him, saying, "Everyone has their troubles... It's all in the past now... Besides... With your current status, are you afraid you won't be able to find a good girl? Don't worry... I'll definitely help you find a good one..."
Shang Rong looked up at the flushed pretty face in front of him and said lustfully, "I just want to find someone like you, sister-in-law..."
Xiuju glanced at Wang Shili and saw that her man's eyes were half-closed, as if he had already fallen into a drunken stupor. She reached out and gently slapped Shang Rong, saying coquettishly, "What's so good about me... You're just trying to make me dizzy... Come on, have another drink..."
Shang Rong felt that he couldn't drink anymore. If he kept drinking like this, he would be almost like Fatty. So he said to Xiuju, "Sister-in-law... I'm dizzy... I can't drink anymore... I'll just stay on your sofa tonight..."
Xiuju stood up and said, "How can I let you sleep on the sofa? There's a bedroom upstairs..."
As she spoke, she went to push Fatty away. "Look how drunk you are... I'll tidy up, you take Rongzi upstairs to sleep..."
Wang Shili stood up unsteadily and said to Shang Rong, "Come on, let's go to sleep..."
He had barely finished speaking when he plopped down on the floor. Shang Rong stumbled forward to pull the fat man up, but couldn't manage it. Xiuju came over, grumbling as she and Shang Rong dragged and pulled the fat man onto the sofa. As soon as the fat man lay down, a thunderous snoring erupted.
Xiuju laughed, "That's just how he is, he snores whenever he's drunk. I don't sleep with him, he's so noisy... Come on, I'll take you upstairs to sleep..."
Shang Rong followed Xiuju upstairs, only to see a plump bottom swaying under thin pajama pants, exuding endless charm.

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