[Urban] Urban Loss of Virginity (Complete) - Chapter 28

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Chapter 51 A Nanny's Sentiment
Just as the public security bureau launched a large-scale investigation into Song Bin's mysterious death, Pangolin and Zhang Ming, whose wounds had fully healed, returned to the entertainment city, marking the gradual easing of the month-long crisis. Song Bin's death was unrelated to them. When Zhang Ming inquired about the map's whereabouts, Shang Rong vaguely said he had sent him out on some errands. However, Zhang Ming knew in his heart that the reason he was able to see the light of day again was because the policeman who knew him would never speak again, and all of this must be related to the boss and the map. Zhang Ming felt a complex mix of emotions: gratitude, bewilderment, relief, and fear. The first thing he did upon returning was naturally to bring Lu Feng home. After crying and embracing the man for a while, Lu Feng looked at his dejected expression through tearful eyes and said, "Don't be too sad. I will definitely give you a child of our own."
Zhang Ming held the woman's limp body, not too saddened by the miscarriage. He was filled with emotion, thinking that Heaven was surely punishing She Tianlang, otherwise why would it make him childless? He suddenly felt a pang of fear, wondering if Heaven would make him suffer the same fate as She Tianlang. Could Lu Feng really give him a child? If they had a child, would he still be able to live like this? Zhang Ming looked at the slightly haggard woman in his arms and suddenly felt an unprecedented sense of confusion. He didn't know where his little boat with Lu Feng would ultimately drift. As the situation gradually calmed down, Shang Rong's anxious heart slowly relaxed. However, looking back, there were still many things left to deal with. Through this crisis, Shang Rong became more cautious, trying to uncover every clue promptly. But there was one major loophole that couldn't be filled: where was Zheng Gang? Through this incident, he witnessed Qi Shundong's ruthlessness, realizing that someone like Qi Shundong wouldn't rest until he was dead. Especially after Qi Shundong's falling out with Xiaoya and her daughter, his pent-up anger was naturally directed at him; whether for personal or professional reasons, Qi Shundong could plot against him at any moment. Therefore, he couldn't afford to be careless. The best approach was to prevent Qi Shundong from acting arbitrarily, constantly putting pressure on him, undermining his fighting spirit, making him feel suffocated, and, if necessary, eliminating him completely. After all, this was a life-or-death struggle. Every time Shang Rong thought of Qi Shundong, he would inevitably think of Xiaoya and her daughter. Although he felt it was somewhat perverse, he couldn't control himself; after all, they were relatives of his enemy. However, Shang Rong himself admitted that treating the mother and daughter this way was unfair. He had been considering talking to Xiao Ya first. Once he resolved the girl's inner conflict, the rest would be easier. By firmly holding Xiao Ya and her daughter in his grasp, he would have grasped one of Qi Shundong's Achilles' heel. Even if Qi Shundong were to betray his own family in the future, at least he would have gained a psychological advantage. Shang Rong lay on the sofa, watching TV absentmindedly, his mind racing with the problems he needed to solve. He was alone in the large house. Actually, Aunt Yang was in the house, but the woman moved like a kitten, making no sound at all, so he couldn't sense her presence. Suddenly, Shang Rong noticed the television had stopped. Opening his eyes, he saw Yang Sao sitting upright in front of the TV. Turning around, she saw the man staring at her and jumped in surprise, patting her chest and exclaiming, "Ah, Mr. Shang, I thought you were asleep, so I..."
Shang Rong stared at Yang Sao's full breasts, puzzled. How could a woman in her forties still have such firm breasts, especially breasts of Yang Sao's size? How had she managed to defy gravity and the ravages of men for decades to maintain such perfect condition? Could Zi Hui still be so firm at her age? And Yan Yan's... Although Yang Sao was older, she still felt embarrassed by the man's blatant staring at her breasts. Of course, she didn't suspect the man of having any ulterior motives; after all, the two beauties in the house were beyond her reach. So Yang Sao only blushed slightly and didn't look away. "Aunt Yang, I heard you've always been single? Why don't you find a man?"
Shang Rong looked at the woman's slightly flushed face and suddenly felt a desire to pry into her privacy. This Aunt Yang, upon closer inspection, was quite feminine. Aunt Yang was surprised that her master had actually inquired about her family affairs—something that had never happened before. Since she started working as a nanny here, apart from the mistress of the house, the master had never paid her any attention. Why was he so interested today? Aunt Yang took a few steps back, sat down in a chair, smoothed her loose hair, and sighed, "Don't be fooled by the abundance of men in the world; finding a suitable one isn't easy. I've considered it before, but the pressure of family life became too great, so it gradually faded away."
Shang Rong sat up, took out a cigarette, lit it, and slowly prepared to chat with the woman. "Who's in your family?"
"Right now, it's just my son and mother. My father passed away the year before last; the medical expenses alone left us with a mountain of debt..."
She sighed again. "How much does Zihui pay you a month?"
Shang Rong asked, concerned about the woman's income after hearing her complaints. "What? Mr. Shang doesn't know? It's 1200 yuan a month."
Yang Sao seemed surprised; it seemed the woman of the house made all the decisions. "1200 yuan isn't enough for your family of three. Is your son still in school?"
Shang Rong felt a pang of sympathy for the woman. Yang Sao's eyes dimmed, and she touched the corner of her eye, saying, "He didn't even finish middle school. He's not cut out for studying..."
"So what does your son do now? How old is he?"
Shang Rong pressed. "This..."
Yang Sao hesitated, seemingly having something difficult to say, her face flushing again. "Just tell me! We consider you family now. Is there anything you can't tell me?"
Shang Rong seemed increasingly curious. Yang Sao looked at the man's eyes, which were fixed on her, gritted her teeth, and said bitterly, "He's already twenty-five, but he's still not doing anything productive. Last year, I asked someone to arrange for him to be an apprentice at a car repair shop, but I never expected this year..."
She wiped away her tears. Shang Rong couldn't bear to see a woman wiping away tears, so he immediately said confidently, "Sister Yang, just tell us what's wrong. Didn't I tell you? We treat you like family. If you have any problems, just tell us, maybe I can help you."
Sister Yang looked at the man with teary eyes and said, "How could I accept this? Miss Yang has already taken such good care of me. Other nannies like me only get eight hundred yuan a month, and I earn four hundred more than them. How could I possibly trouble you?"
Shang Rong listened to the woman rambling on and on without getting to the point, so he waved his hand and said, "Just tell me about your son."
"It was two months ago, the police came to my house looking for my son... saying that he... he injured the owner of the repair shop and ran away... the police..."
At this point, the woman couldn't hold back her sobs any longer. Shang Rong was at a loss and could only wait until the woman had stopped crying before asking in a low voice, "So what exactly happened? You don't know, do you?"
The woman looked at Shang Rong pitifully and said hesitantly, "I heard it from someone else. They said the boss was withholding my son's wages. My son asked him for the money, and they started arguing. The boss slapped my son first, and my son stabbed the boss with the pipe knife he was holding..."
At this point, Yang Sao lowered her head as if she had stabbed the boss herself. "Is the boss dead?"
"No, no."
Yang Sao shook her head vigorously. "He was in the hospital for more than a month and has already been discharged, but the police are still looking for my son..."
"Have you seen your son since the incident?"
Yang Sao looked wary and shook her head hesitantly. Shang Rong immediately sensed the woman's insincerity and said impatiently, "If you don't trust me, then forget it, just pretend I didn't ask."
Seeing her master's anger, Yang Sao panicked and stammered, "Mr. Shang...actually, it's not...I'm scared...I've only seen him twice..."
She lowered her head, looking aggrieved. "Your son is really bold. He must have run home to see you, right?"
"No."
The woman's voice was almost inaudible. "He met you at your house."
"What?"
Shang Rong nearly jumped off the sofa. How could this place be hiring like this? Zhang Yan hid Zheng Gang's stolen money under her bed, and now this woman is meeting with the criminal's son in her own home. What other secrets is this family hiding from her? Seeing the man's intense reaction, Yang Sao regretted letting something slip. She was worried that her employer's anger might cost her her job. In a panic, she slid off the chair, knelt down, and crawled to Shang Rong's feet, shaking his legs and crying, "Mr. Shang, I didn't bring him here... really, you have to believe me... he came here himself... he was worried about me... my son may be a bad boy, but he's very filial. He was afraid I'd worry... so he secretly came here to see me... please don't fire me..."
She buried her face in his legs and cried loudly. Hearing the woman's lament, Shang Rong felt a pang of sadness. How difficult life was for ordinary people in this world! She was even kneeling before him for a lowly nanny job. Shang Rong sighed deeply, his hands unconsciously stroking the head of the woman, who was more than ten years his senior, as he comforted her, "Aunt Yang, what are you thinking? Since your son has such filial piety, it means he's not beyond redemption. How about this, you can definitely contact him. Bring him to see me, and I'll definitely help your son resolve this matter. From now on, your son can work for me; he won't be shortchanged."
Seeing the woman's shoulders still rising and falling on his lap, Shang Rong added, "Later, I'll discuss it with Miss... no... with Zi Hui. How about increasing your monthly salary to two thousand yuan?"
Shang Rong felt his tone was like coaxing a child. Although Aunt Yang was crying, she still clearly heard what the man said. She lifted her flushed face from his lap, only managing to call out, "Mr. Shang..."
before burying her face in his lap again and bursting into tears once more. This time, however, her sobs lacked sadness; she simply released all the suffering, grievances, and fear that had been suppressed in her heart for so long in front of this powerful man.

Chapter 52 Lamenting for Love
Zi Hui stood before the office window, arms crossed, lost in thought. A few snowflakes drifted down from the sky outside. Half an hour earlier, CFO Chen Xiaohan had brought Zi Hui a year-end financial report. The report showed that the company's various business revenues for the year were nearly 100 million yuan. Zi Hui couldn't help but smile with satisfaction. However, when she opened the financial report for Xiao Ya's modeling agency, she was shocked. On the surface, Xiao Ya's company's year-end surplus was less than five million yuan, but the transactions in and out of the modeling agency's accounts actually reached over 100 million yuan. Zi Hui cursed Qiao Fei inwardly. "Has this brat been confused by a man in bed? The accounts are so ridiculously wrong! I'll settle the score with that little thing when I get home tonight." But then she thought, "Wait a minute! Qiao Fei is a finance major, and she's about to take her vocational college entrance exam. How could she make such a basic mistake?" Zi Hui stood up from her chair and walked to the window. She recalled Shang Rong's past actions and concluded that the modeling agency's accounts were fine; the problem lay with her man. What was he up to behind her back? Where did he get so much money? Why hadn't Qiao Fei ever mentioned the large sums of money coming in and out of the agency? However, she couldn't blame Qiao Fei; many of the transactions had been handled by Gao Yan. Thinking this, Zi Hui picked up the phone and called Gao Yan to her office. Since breaking up with Shang Rong, Gao Yan had been seeing Director Yang of the Prison Administration Bureau for a while. Although Director Yang could temporarily satisfy her sexual desires, he was, after all, a married man. He only sought her out when he needed to release his pent-up energy. Besides, Director Yang was a government official; such affairs were always done secretly, like a thief. At first, Gao Yan found it exciting, but it gradually became boring. She was almost numb to this emotionless intimacy. Even Director Yang noticed that the woman had lost her previous passion in bed and was merely forcing a smile. For Director Yang, although Gao Yan was young and beautiful, able to stimulate his waning desires, women required financial and emotional investment, something he couldn't provide. For Gao Yan, Director Yang could only satisfy her physical desires; he couldn't offer anything else, and in the long run, she would always feel adrift. So, after missing several appointments, they hadn't seen each other for almost a month. One day, Gao Yan was wandering the streets alone when she happened to see a teahouse for sale. Curiosity got the better of her, and she went inside. When she came out, a plan was already brewing in her mind. Why should she rely on a man in this life? Couldn't she be an independent, self-reliant woman? Thinking that she was already twenty-six years old, and it was time to have a home of her own, perhaps even children, Gao Yan immediately made up her mind: she would never let any man control her life again. When Zi Hui called Gao Yan, she didn't know what her boss wanted to see her about, but she was about to hand over her recently completed resignation letter. Gao Yan originally intended to give it to Shang Rong personally, but then she thought that the man hadn't contacted her for so long, and suddenly giving him a resignation letter might cause him to misunderstand. Besides, the company's general manager was now Lin Zi Hui, not Shang Rong. "Gao Yan, when you were in charge of the model agency's finances, there were a few large transfers that I don't understand. The model agency has never had such large transactions before,"
Zi Hui asked, staring at the woman standing in front of her. She had never liked Gao Yan, always feeling that Gao Yan was just a woman of dubious origin hired by Shang Rong. Gao Yan hadn't expected Zi Hui to be checking her accounts, and she felt a surge of displeasure. She replied curtly, "It's been so long, I can't remember everything clearly. Anyway, I just followed President Shang's instructions."
Zi Hui was speechless for a moment, then her face flushed as she snapped, "Stop calling me President Shang! I'm the one in charge here! Explain yourself!"
Gao Yan suddenly felt a wave of grievance, and tears welled up in her eyes. She threw her resignation letter on Zi Hui's desk and said, "President Lin, I can't explain myself right now. If you think I have any problems with the finances, feel free to report me to the police. If you want to know the truth, go back and ask President Shang. I'm just a lowly employee; I only know how to do what the boss says and never ask why. And let me tell you, I'm resigning from now on."
With that, she forced back her tears, lowered her head, and stormed out of the office. Zi Hui, panting heavily, her face flushed, watched Gao Yan's departing figure and cursed, "You think you're so tough? With Shang Rong protecting you, I can't control you anymore! Resign..."
She picked up the resignation letter on the table, glanced at it, and tore it to shreds in a few strokes, waving it into the air, sending the scraps fluttering like snowflakes. Meanwhile, Shang Rong was alone in his old house. Actually, he had no real reason for being there; it was entirely a subconscious act. Calculating the dates, that mysterious day was drawing near. On the surface, he seemed busy all day, as if he had long forgotten about the soul condenser, but deep within his heart, in the quiet of the night, in moments of triumph, a voice always echoed in his soul. Just a few hours earlier, he had been watching a striptease with Old Maozi Feng Yangge, but after a moment of unbridled frenzy, he had inexplicably come to the old house, curled up on the sofa like a lost dog. A piercing ringtone snapped Shang Rong back to reality, as if jolted from a dream. He picked up the phone and saw it was Zi Hui calling, so he had no choice but to answer. But after listening to the woman's words, he cursed inwardly. "Damn it, what's with all this jealousy? I haven't seen Gao Yan in ages, is it really worth it?" As he cursed, Gao Yan's image gradually became clearer in his mind, like a movie playing out scene after scene between him and Gao Yan. From that morning of their first meeting to the night Gao Yan called him crying, to the scene of her bent over the computer showing him stocks, and finally, the near-rape he committed on this sofa, and of course, the sight of Gao Yan's snow-white body writhing beneath Director Yang's bear-like body… Shang Rong covered his eyes with his hands, letting out meaningless whimpers. In the past year, so much has happened, so many women have been involved, so many insincere words have been spoken, so many heinous acts have been committed, and so much confusion, pain, joy, disappointment, and longing has been experienced!

Chapter 53: The Fragrance of Late-Blooming Osmanthus
After rushing out of Zi Hui's office, Gao Yan went straight home. She collapsed onto the sofa and sobbed uncontrollably. Gao Yan couldn't explain why she was crying so bitterly. On the surface, it seemed like Zi Hui had wronged her, but the main reason was the emptiness she felt after suddenly leaving the company. At the same time, all the memories of the past year flooded back, bringing an indescribable sadness. However, Gao Yan had to admit that her tears were mostly for Shang Rong, because he was the only man she had ever shared a romantic relationship with in bed. Gao Yan cried intermittently until she unconsciously fell asleep on the sofa. She was startled awake by a knock on the door. Getting up, she saw that it was already dark outside; she had slept for over two hours. Who could be coming at this hour? Director Yang? Gao Yan sat motionless on the sofa, hesitating whether to open the door. The knocking seemed persistent, growing increasingly louder. Reluctantly, Gao Yan got up, straightened her clothes, and peeked through the peephole. What she saw was shocking: Gao Yan clutched her chest, as if overwhelmed by the shock. She glanced back at the room, then muttered, "Wait a moment!" before disappearing
into the bedroom. "Damn it, looks like I came at the wrong time. There's a man in the house,"
Shang Rong muttered, unable to describe his feelings, and prepared to leave. Just then, the door opened. Gao Yan was wearing a snow-white turtleneck cashmere sweater, a black skirt, and flesh-colored stockings. Her hair was a little messy, haphazardly tied back, which only added to her domestic charm. The two women, one inside and one outside, stared at each other as if they didn't know each other. "I've never forgotten this man,"
Gao Yan thought to herself. “Even though we’ve been apart for so long, even though you’ve been with other men, I still consider you my woman. Seeing you like this is truly heartbreaking.”
If they were indoors, Shang Rong might have said something like this. “She told on me, didn’t she? If you want to interrogate me, come in.”
Gao Yan said, turning and walking into the house, unconsciously wiggling her buttocks, tightly encased in her short skirt. *I’m so shameless!* She cursed herself fiercely, but her wiggling buttocks remained unaffected. Shang Rong didn’t speak, but he noticed the woman’s buttocks. Was she wiggling like that in front of Director Yang? A woman’s buttocks are like a male peacock’s tail. “You’re resigning? Are you really sure?”
Shang Rong sat on the sofa, staring at the woman standing by the window with her arms crossed. “I’ve already submitted my resignation letter, there’s no doubt about it.”
Gao Yan felt really good talking to a man now, no longer having to be so timid and deliberately trying to please him like before. "Tell me your plans,"
Shang Rong said, taking out a cigarette from his pocket and lighting it. "Have you found a company to take you in?"
Gao Yan couldn't help but burst into laughter, laughing so hard the man almost choked on his cigarette before stopping. She walked to a chair opposite Shang Rong and sat down, smiling as she said, "Mr. Shang, do you think I absolutely need to find myself a boss? But to be honest, I really can't find a good boss like you right now."
Listening to the woman's half-serious, half-joking words, Shang Rong felt that Gao Yan had reverted to her old ways. Wasn't this the style she used on her first day at the company? It seemed this woman had regained her confidence. It seemed he had been presumptuous, even worried that she might do something rash. Shang Rong chuckled self-deprecatingly, took a leisurely drag on his cigarette, and said softly, "Yan Yan, don't be sarcastic. Now that you're no longer an employee, we can talk like friends. You don't mean we can't even be friends, do you?"
Gao Yan, seeing that the man wasn't angry at all, but instead wanted to have a heart-to-heart talk with her so gently, was momentarily at a loss for words. However, she didn't immediately respond to his call, but instead said resentfully, "Mr. Shang, I did manage your finances for a few days. Those few sums of money at Xiaoya's company..." "Yes, I know. You'd better explain it to her quickly, otherwise I won't be able to clear my name even if I jump into the Yellow River."
Shang Rong had been troubled by this matter since he arrived. When Gao Yan was in charge of Xiao Ya's company's finances, Shang Rong had her transfer several sums of money to Beijing and Shanghai. Those were all funds from his personal savings account. He never expected that this matter would be brought to Zi Hui's attention. He originally wanted to ask Gao Yan, but seeing the woman's provocative expression, he decided not to, lest it cause Gao Yan to misunderstand. As for Zi Hui, he could just waste his breath on her while she was in bed with him. "Yan Yan, Zi Hui doesn't know about those sums of money, so it's only right that she asks. After all, she's the general manager. Don't take it personally. I know what I'm doing."
Gao Yan heard the man even say "don't take it personally," so she didn't want to argue any further. However, she had experienced this man's sharp tongue before. Maybe he would tell Zi Hui not to take it personally either. But there was nothing she could do; women just love to hear such words. "I wouldn't dare, just don't drag me into your marital affairs,"
Shang Rong quickly said, feigning seriousness. "Don't try to play matchmaker, Zi Hui and I aren't husband and wife."
Gao Yan couldn't help but chuckle at the man's comical expression. The atmosphere between them immediately eased, and neither spoke for a moment. The room was quiet, and in this tranquil atmosphere, both felt a certain ambiguity spreading. Gao Yan felt her heart beating faster, her cheeks slightly flushed, and her eyes fixed on the tips of her shoes, avoiding looking at the man. He's still so attractive to me. If only he were a dutiful man, but if he were, would I still feel this way? A woman's emotions rise and fall with a man's. Shang Rong seemed unable to bear the inappropriate silence either, and couldn't help but ask, "You still haven't told me your next plan."
Gao Yan wanted to tease him a bit more, but when she looked up and saw the clear concern in the man's eyes, she honestly confessed.

Chapter 54 The Teahouse Amazement
Shang Rong, upon hearing Gao Yan's announcement of becoming a teahouse owner, remained silent for a long time. He didn't know much about the teahouse business and never frequented one. He believed good tea could be enjoyed at home, and those men who went to teahouses were basically idiots. His last meeting with Lao Yang was in a run-down teahouse, and that was his only impression of teahouses. Seeing the man's silence, Gao Yan felt a pang of disappointment. Although she no longer needed his interference in her actions, subconsciously she still hoped for his approval. "You kept asking questions, and now that I've told you, why are you silent?"
Gao Yan blushed at her own coquettish tone. Shang Rong, however, hadn't noticed the woman's tone. He had originally intended to discourage her, but upon looking up and seeing her expectant eyes, he couldn't bring himself to continue. Yes! For Gao Yan, she had never made such a big decision in her life. Since the woman had this wish, it was fine not to support her, but why dampen her enthusiasm? Couldn't she help her realize such a small wish? If it were Xiao Ya, Qiao Fei, or Yan Yan, even if they wanted to open a gold shop, wouldn't she immediately fulfill their wishes like a lapdog? And wasn't this woman once just like them, her heart also tied to him? Hadn't she also pleased him in bed? Thinking this, she felt a pang of pity for the woman. Shang Rong stood up and looked at Gao Yan gently, saying, "To be honest, I don't know more about running a teahouse than you do, but everything depends on human effort. Come on, take me to see that teahouse."
Gao Yan hadn't expected the man to have such thoughts, and was both happy and apprehensive. She stammered, "Now? It's already dark... Tomorrow..."
Shang Rong grabbed a coat from the hanger and threw it at the woman, saying, "The teahouse's business is all at night. Let's pretend to be customers and check out the market."
Gao Yan could no longer maintain her composure. An opportunity like this—having a billionaire accompany her to inspect a small business deal—wasn't something everyone got to experience. The teahouse was only two blocks from Gao Yan's house. The street wasn't bustling; it was a quiet oasis amidst the hustle and bustle. Following Gao Yan's directions, Shang Rong could see the four gleaming characters of "Mei Gu Tea House" from afar. The ground floor of the teahouse was a shop, already closed. The second-floor teahouse was accessible only via a narrow, open-air staircase. Shang Rong paced back and forth in front of the shop for a while, then pointed to the staircase and said to Gao Yan, "This staircase was added later. There should have been a staircase leading to the second floor from the shop on the first floor. If I were the teahouse owner,
I'd take over the whole first floor. This staircase is absolutely hideous; you could easily fall down at night." Gao Yan was in a good mood and assumed Shang Rong was joking, urging him to go upstairs. Upstairs, the lights were dim, and unknown background music played. She could vaguely make out a few customers drinking tea and chatting. Shang Rong and Gao Yan stood in what could be considered a foyer for a while before a girl of about fifteen or sixteen with two small braids approached them and asked in a clear voice, "Would you two like some tea? Please come in."
It's rare to see girls with such braids in the city these days, so Shang Rong couldn't help but glance at the girl a few more times. Although the lighting was dim, Shang Rong could still clearly see the girl's undeniably pretty face. "Do you have a private room?"
Shang Rong asked the girl with a smile. "Yes, please follow me." The two followed the girl through several tables, and to their right, there was even a circular archway. "From the outside, you wouldn't guess this little building has such a secluded and charming layout," Shang Rong joked to Gao Yan. Gao Yan simply smiled at him and casually took his arm. Shang Rong immediately experienced that long-lost firmness and softness once again. Inside the archway were four private rooms, each with a name on the door. The little girl led the two to a room called Lanxiang and asked softly, "What kind of tea would you two gentlemen like?"
The light inside the room was brighter than outside, and Shang Rong couldn't help but scrutinize the little girl again, once more stunned by her pure and beautiful face. "My God!" Shang Rong exclaimed inwardly. "Whose girl is this? This run-down teahouse actually has such a beauty! Beauty is everywhere! No wonder emperors of the past sought concubines among commoners." The little girl didn't flinch at the man's gaze; instead, she asked again in a clear voice, "What kind of tea would you like, sir?"
Shang Rong finally recovered from his astonishment, secretly amused. "What a womanizer! He doesn't even spare such a young girl." "Ask her,"
Shang Rong said, pointing to Gao Yan. At the same time, he saw Gao Yan staring at him with a half-smile. Shang Rong, though thick-skinned, felt a pang of shame and could only mutter, "Not bad, not bad."
He wasn't sure if he meant the little girl was good, or the teahouse was good.

Chapter 55 Fatal Contact
A short while later, the little girl returned, carrying a tray with teacups, tea leaves, and a pot of boiling water. Shang Rong was amazed by the girl's strength; she seemed delicate and frail, yet she could lift such a heavy tray. Watching the girl skillfully arrange the utensils on the table, Shang Rong admired her soft, boneless, white hands. He regretted not ordering gongfu tea earlier; then the little girl would have had to follow the tea ceremony steps, allowing him to enjoy the rare sight for a longer time. Besides, what a fragrant tea such a pure girl with such delicate hands would produce! "Please enjoy your tea slowly,"
the girl smiled sweetly, and gracefully left the room, closing the door behind her. Gao Yan picked up her teacup, took a sip, and said to Shang Rong, "Try it, it's quite fragrant."
Shang Rong picked up his teacup and asked, "What kind of tea did you want?"
"Tieguanyin, didn't you hear me?"
Gao Yan laughed. Shang Rong chuckled a few times, took a small sip of tea, and deliberately smacked his lips, saying, "Not bad, not bad. Fragrant."
Seeing the man's exaggerated expression, Gao Yan laughed, "You're here to help them with their inspection, don't get drunk, tea can be intoxicating too. Do you know how much a cup of this tea costs?"
Shang Rong shook his head and said, "I have no idea."
Gao Yan sighed and said, "You! You've been completely spoiled by those people. I don't believe you don't drink tea. I remember you said you liked Tieguanyin."
Shang Rong grabbed Gao Yan's hand on the table and gently stroked it as he spoke. "You're the only one who knows I like Tieguanyin tea now. My house is full of Longjing and Da Hong Pao tea; they buy whatever's expensive. I haven't had a good Tieguanyin in ages. I can't even remember the taste."
Gao Yan let the man hold her small hand, chuckling, "You sound so pitiful! It's just Tieguanyin, nothing special. You can come here to drink it anytime you like, it's free."
Seeing the woman's enthusiasm, Shang Rong shamelessly sat down next to her, putting an arm around her shoulder. Gao Yan gently shifted her body, letting the man half-embrace her, even slightly squinting her eyes, seemingly enjoying a long-lost comfort. "You're making a wish before you're even a boss! Looks like you're determined to get it!"
Shang Rong almost pressed his lips to the woman's ear. A familiar fragrance made him feel a little dizzy. Gao Yan actually felt a flush on her face and her heart race, as if she had returned to her teenage years, her heart filled with tenderness for the man beside her. “I absolutely need the teahouse. I already had a rough talk with the owner today, but I think the price is a bit high, so I want to negotiate a bit more,”
Gao Yan practically hummed. “Who is the owner?”
Shang Rong asked casually. “He doesn’t seem to be a local, a man around forty years old. He said he urgently needs money, otherwise he wouldn’t have considered taking it over.”
“How much does he want?”
“Two hundred and fifty thousand, including six months’ rent.”
“Then let’s take it over, including the shop downstairs.”
Shang Rong’s face finally pressed against the woman’s soft cheek. “Do you think I’m a millionaire?”
Gao Yan moved her face away slightly, but when the man pressed against her again, she didn’t move. “Don’t I still have you? We can partner up and open a husband-and-wife teahouse,”
Shang Rong hummed dreamily. Gao Yan seemed to suddenly become alert, shaking off the man's entanglement and sitting up straight, saying seriously, "I don't want to partner with anyone, and we're not husband and wife."
Shang Rong hadn't expected his nonsense to offend the woman, so he quickly pulled her into his arms and laughed, "I was just joking with you."
Then he also said seriously, "Yan Yan, if it's a money problem, you can come to me anytime. Is our friendship less important than money?"
Gao Yan stared at the man for a while, seemingly unable to resist his temptation any longer. She let out a soft moan and fell into his arms. Her small face lifted, and her bright red lips were captured by the man. In an instant, the two of them kissed passionately in the teahouse's private room. When Gao Yan finally managed to pull away from the man's mouth due to lack of oxygen, she realized that while she was dazed, his hand had slipped inside her clothes and was kneading one of her full breasts with relish. Gao Yan only managed a soft "hmm" before her mouth was sealed again. At this moment, Gao Yan completely surrendered; all her grand pronouncements about independence and self-reliance had vanished, and all she wanted was the man's affection. "Do you want my money?"
"No."
"Let's open a husband-and-wife shop."
"No." "Do you want
it?"
"I want you. I'll be your mistress for life."
Just as the two were immersed in their ecstatic game, the door to the private room was pushed open a crack. A pair of cold eyes silently observed the erotic scene for a moment, then turned and nodded to another man behind her.

Chapter 56: The Prodigal Son Teases His Mother
The traditional Lunar New Year is just three days away. For some reason, this year's snowfall is unusually heavy, covering the entire city in white. The snow on the streets isn't being cleared promptly, and long lines of cars are waiting to pass. Shang Rong's car is stuck on the Middle Ring Road for over ten minutes, with no sign of it clearing. Shang Rong mutters a curse under his breath, takes out a cigarette, lights it, and stares at the falling snowflakes, recalling the scene at Xiao Ya's fashion show earlier. Today, Xiao Ya's modeling agency and several well-known domestic fashion designers are jointly hosting a fashion show in the city. A few days ago, Xiao Ya called Shang Rong, insisting he attend. Shang Rong didn't want to go because of recent events that made him reluctant to appear in public. However, Xiao Ya's sweet talk and pleading softened his heart. Although he wasn't particularly interested in fashion, the swaying hips and surging breasts of the long-legged models were still very attractive to him. Besides, Xiao Ya told him that Zi Hui and Gao Yan had already agreed to attend. "If you don't come, I'll never talk to you again!"
Xiaoya's seemingly serious but ultimately threatening ultimatum on the phone finally swayed the man's heart. When Shang Rong arrived, the fashion show had already begun. On the long T-shaped runway, models strutted confidently, displaying their full charm. A large group of men and women, looking quite sophisticated, surrounded the runway. The men's eyes greedily stared at the models' long legs and barely concealed breasts, while the women felt a burning envy at the models' alluring figures and fashionable outfits, and a sense of dejection at not being able to walk the runway themselves. Shang Rong stood in an inconspicuous corner and quickly saw Zi Hui and Qiao Fei sitting in front, whispering to each other from time to time. Just then, a woman sitting next to Zi Hui turned around, and Shang Rong recognized her instantly. Zhou Xiaolian? What's she doing here? It must have been that little vixen Zi Hui who invited her. It seems the two of them have a good relationship. If Zi Hui knew that Zhou Xiaolian was Zhao Qidong's ex-wife, he wondered if she would still associate with her. Shang Rong recalled Zhou Xiaolian's disheveled state at his house last time, a sly smile creeping across his face. What a coincidence! "Why are you so late?"
a sweet, complaining voice rang in his ears. Turning around, Shang Rong saw Xiao Ya staring at him with a half-smile, half-punch, her outfit immediately catching his eye. He didn't bother answering the girl's question, only lecherously scrutinizing her from head to toe. Why had he never seen Xiao Ya dressed like this before? So she only dressed up carefully for formal occasions. Wasn't it said that women dress to please their lovers? Who was she dressing for? Damn it! From now on, only I can see her. Just as Shang Rong was lost in thought and indignant, the girl confidently walked over and lightly hooked her arm around his. Shang Rong's annoyance vanished instantly. He proudly glanced around, but unfortunately, everyone was drawn to the models, and almost no one noticed his intimate gesture with the beautiful woman. A slight disappointment washed over Shang Rong. "Hmph, you made me wait so long. Sister Zihui said you weren't coming."
Xiaoya looked up at the man, seemingly excited that her wait had finally come to an end. "How could I not come? There was a traffic jam on the way. It was quite a scene."
Shang Rong absentmindedly replied to the girl while gently touching the small hand on his arm.
"Sorry, I don't have time to keep you company right now. You should go to Sister Zihui's place first."
With that, Xiaoya pulled Shang Rong forward. Shang Rong resisted slightly, saying, "I'm just looking around. You do your thing, I have things to do later."
He paused for a moment, then suddenly seemed to remember something and asked, "Why didn't you ask your mother to come?"
Xiaoya stared at the man with bright eyes and said, "She doesn't like these kinds of occasions."
Then her eyes seemed to dim, and she said hesitantly, "I don't know why, but she seems to have something on her mind lately. A few days ago, my mother told me that she's planning to retire."
Only then did Shang Rong realize that he didn't even know what Xiaoya's mother did for a living. "Retire? Your mother isn't old! Why does she suddenly want to retire?"
Xiaoya shook her head. “I’ve been so busy lately, I haven’t had time to spend with her. And you haven’t cared about me either, I…”
The girl’s eyes welled up with tears, as if filled with endless grievance. Shang Rong realized he had indeed neglected the mother and daughter recently. Looking at the bustling scene before him, he couldn’t imagine how exhausted the young woman must be to organize this fashion show. Shang Rong’s compassionate nature instantly surfaced, and his long-delayed decision was immediately resolved. He couldn’t delay any longer; things had to come to a conclusion. Only then would the mother and daughter feel truly at peace. Shang Rong gently stroked the girl’s face, saying with heartache, “I know you’ve had a tough time, but things will get better, believe me… I’m going to see your mother now. I have something to talk to you about tonight.”
Xiao Ya didn’t dodge the man’s hand, but a blush crept onto her face. She playfully shook the man’s arm, saying, “I have a banquet for designers tonight, aren’t you coming?”
“Your sister Zi Hui and Gao Yan can keep you company,”
Shang Rong said, pulling the girl toward the door. "No matter how late it is, I'll wait for you."
Hearing Shang Rong's words, Xiao Ya couldn't help but tremble slightly. Could it be that he was going to...? But today was no different from any other day. He always surprised everyone with his sudden attacks—that scoundrel! The traffic crawled forward like a snail. Half an hour passed, and Shang Rong still hadn't left the Middle Ring Road. The sky gradually darkened, and the entire street was filled with the sound of car horns. Finally, Shang Rong lost his patience. Seeing a secluded alley on his left, he turned into it, parked the car on the side of the road, checked his watch—it was already 7:30 PM—locked the car, and walked towards Xiao Ya's house. Xiao Ya's mother, Zhu Hong, heard the doorbell ring and thought her daughter had returned. Opening the door, she saw Shang Rong standing there, carrying a pile of things, his hair covered in a thick layer of snow that hadn't completely melted. "Oh, it's Shang Rong! What brings you here on such a snowy day?"
"Just came to see you."
Shang Rong said, walking into the kitchen to put the groceries he'd bought on the cupboard. Just as he stepped out, Zhu Hong, holding a towel, said, "Hurry up and dry yourself off, don't catch a cold."
Shang Rong took the towel from the woman and wiped his hair haphazardly a few times before plopping down on the sofa, panting, "My car got stuck in traffic on the Middle Ring Road, so I walked here."
"No wonder, the Middle Ring Road is quite far from here."
She picked up the towel Shang Rong had placed on the chair and continued, "Your hair isn't dry yet, you'll catch a cold."
Then she went behind Shang Rong and began to dry his hair with the towel. Shang Rong hadn't expected the woman to do this. A thought struck him, and he caught a whiff of a delicate fragrance and felt the warmth emanating from the body behind him. He froze until he heard the woman go into the bathroom before letting out a sigh of relief. "You haven't eaten yet, have you? Xiao Ya said she has something to do tonight and won't be home for dinner. I'll go make you something now."
Zhu Hong said, putting on an apron and going into the kitchen. Unexpectedly, a small gesture from a forty-year-old woman made him chuckle. Shang Rong closed his eyes, leaned back on the sofa to calm himself for a moment, then got up and went to the kitchen doorway, observing the woman bustling about. Xiao Ya's mother was dressed entirely in casual home attire: a purple low-cut wool sweater that outlined her full bust, and loose floral pajama bottoms that revealed her large hips with every movement. Her thick hair was styled in the way Shang Rong liked, piled high on her head, revealing a section of her fair neck. The pink apron around her waist added to her serene and elegant charm. "Auntie hasn't had dinner either,
has she?" Zhu Hong looked up and saw Shang Rong standing at the kitchen doorway, smiling at her. A sudden pang of anxiety shot through her, and she quickly lowered her head to continue her work, saying softly, "Xiao Ya isn't back, and I don't feel like cooking alone."
"Auntie, I heard from Xiao Ya that you're planning to retire. Is that true?"
Shang Rong, wanting to stay by the kitchen doorway, started to find topics to chat with the woman. "I've already submitted my application for medical retirement,"
Zhu Hong said, looking down. "It's good that you're retiring, but Auntie is still so young. Staying cooped up at home every day isn't good. What are your plans?"
Zhu Hong sighed and said, "From now on, I only want to take care of Xiaoya. She's all alone..."
She glanced at the man, seemingly realizing her words were inappropriate, and stopped. Shang Rong thought to himself, judging from her tone, it seemed she wasn't planning on living with Qi Shundong anymore. So, he cautiously asked, "Auntie, have you considered your relationship with Qi Shundong? If you need anything, just let me know."
Zhu Hong stiffened, stopping what she was doing. After a long pause, she whispered, "I haven't discussed it with Xiaoya yet. I... I don't know if he'll let my daughter and me go..." Shang Rong continued to admire the woman's mature charm, thinking to himself, this woman, under Qi Shundong's tyranny, had clearly never been happy in her life. If it weren't for her daughter Xiaoya, she might have taken her own life one day. As long as she kept thinking about the past, she would never be happy. Only by facing the past could she move towards the future. Hiding things wouldn't solve anything. Mother and daughter were the same; they liked to bury their sorrows in their hearts. It seemed his burden was heavy! "Auntie, Xiaoya said your teeth are fixed?"
Shang Rong asked casually, arms crossed. Sure enough, the woman trembled slightly; Shang Rong's words touched a nerve of shame. She glanced quickly at Shang Rong, then nodded without speaking. Shang Rong noticed his mother-in-law's face flush slightly, but he didn't let her off the hook, continuing to push his luck: "Let me see if it's done well. Dental techniques these days aren't very good."
Zhu Hong was embarrassed, standing there unsure what to do. Shang Rong had already moved to her side, his lecherous eyes fixed on the woman's face, whispering, "Let me see."
Zhu Hong felt the man's breath on her face, and for a moment, she became dazed, involuntarily opening her mouth slightly, revealing two porcelain veneers. "Open your mouth wider, I can't see clearly,"
Shang Rong said, supporting the woman's chin with one hand and bringing his head close to her face to examine them closely. Zhu Hong trembled all over, her neck stiff and unable to escape the man's clutches. She could only open her mouth, her face flushed, as he examined her teeth. Perhaps because her mouth was open for too long, a trickle of saliva dripped from the corner of her lips onto Shang Rong's hand. Zhu Hong snorted, turned her head away from the man's hand, and turned her back, feeling utterly ashamed. She almost cried, saying, "Get out of here, I..."
Shang Rong felt that this was the end of it for today; teasing her too much would backfire. He grabbed a slice of sausage from a plate and stuffed it into his mouth, saying indistinctly, "It looks just like the real thing, you can't tell at all."
Only then did Zhu Hong turn around, glancing at the man. Seeing him chewing food, without any unusual expression, looking completely innocent, she felt embarrassed. He's Xiaoya's boyfriend, how could he be like this to an old woman like her… A blush crept onto her face again. When Shang Rong reached for the sausage on the plate, she gently patted the man's hand and said coquettishly, "Go away, you didn't even wash your hands… wait outside… it'll be over in a bit…"
Shang Rong chuckled dryly, feeling pleased with the woman's coquettish expression. It seemed he should visit his mother-in-law more often in the future; otherwise, how could they shorten the distance between them? A family should have close contact. Just as Shang Rong was lost in thought, staring at his mother-in-law's coquettish demeanor, the doorbell rang.

Chapter 57: Drunken Revelry
Hearing the doorbell, Shang Rong knew it was Xiaoya returning, but when he opened the door, he was taken aback. He saw Zi Hui and Qiao Fei standing at the door, each supporting Xiaoya, her face as red as Guan Yu's. Without asking, Shang Rong knew Xiaoya had drunk too much. Xiaoya opened her blurry, drunken eyes and surprisingly recognized Shang Rong. She shook off Zi Hui and Qiao Fei's support, throwing herself into Shang Rong's arms. She cried out, "Brother...hug me..."
Then, her breath reeking of alcohol, she kissed and licked Shang Rong's face, leaving him covered in saliva. Zhu Hong, who had just come out of the kitchen, saw her daughter's drunken state and tried to pull Xiaoya away, complaining, "What happened? How could you drink like this? What's wrong with a young lady like you..."
But Xiaoya's arms were tightly wrapped around Shang Rong's neck, and she couldn't pull her away. Shang Rong reached out and scooped the girl up by her legs, carrying her to the bedroom. He gently placed her on the bed, but just as he straightened up, Xiao Ya's arms wrapped around his neck like ivy, pulling him so hard that he ended up on top of her. She whimpered, "Brother Rong...hold me tight...want me...I know you want me today...Brother Rong..."
Looking at the girl's beautiful face and her moving red lips, Shang Rong felt a surge of heat. Just then, a soft chuckle came from behind him. Turning around, Shang Rong saw Zi Hui making faces at him from the doorway, while Qiao Fei huddled behind Zi Hui, craning her neck to peek inside. Shang Rong glared at the two of them fiercely and said menacingly, "I'll settle the score with you later."
Seeing the man's disheveled appearance, Zi Hui laughed and said, "Oh! Fei'er, someone's taking their anger out on us. Let's run!"
She then left the room, closing the bedroom door behind her. It seemed his plan to confront Xiao Ya today had fallen through again, and Shang Rong felt a surge of frustration. It wasn't that he was eager to have Xiao Ya's body, but rather that a crucial step in his plan to deal with Qi Shundong hadn't been implemented. This step couldn't be carried out without Xiao Ya and her mother's cooperation, and right now he urgently needed to find something for Qi Shundong to do. Looking at the girl beneath him who had gradually fallen asleep, Shang Rong sighed and carefully took off her coat and sweater while sitting on the bed. After hesitating for a moment, he unbuckled the girl's belt and took off her pants and thermal underwear together. Xiaoya was wearing a set of white, tight-fitting thermal underwear underneath, and her model-like figure was displayed in front of Shang Rong. When Shang Rong's eyes fell on the unusual bulge in the girl's groin, he couldn't help but gasp. Gritting his teeth, he reluctantly pulled the blanket over the girl and wrapped her up tightly. Then he stood by the bed and stared at her for a long time. Finally, unable to resist the temptation of the beautiful woman, he bent down and sucked hard on the girl's red lips for a while until the girl made a soft moaning sound before he stopped. Back in the living room, Shang Rong saw that Zi Hui and Qiao Fei hadn't left, so he deliberately put on a stern face and said, "What's wrong with you two? Don't you know Xiao Ya can't drink?"
He glanced at Zhu Hong and continued, "Who made her drink?"
Zi Hui gave the man a coquettish look and said sweetly, "Who made her drink for no reason?"
Qiao Fei chimed in, "It's all Gao Yan and Teacher Zhou's fault. The guests had already left, but they insisted on making us drink. I'm still dizzy." She
then leaned against Zi Hui in a coquettish manner. Only then did Shang Rong notice that Zi Hui and Qiao Fei were also quite drunk. He thought: Well, I'd better stop while I'm ahead. If I keep going, those two tigresses might get drunk and cause a scene. He sat down next to Qiao Fei, gently patted the girl's shoulder, and said softly, "Fei'er, why don't you sleep with Xiao Ya tonight? Give her some water to drink. Okay?"
But Qiao Fei turned away and grumbled, "I'm drunk too, who's going to give me water?"
Shang Rong was both annoyed and amused. This little thing used to be so well-behaved; now she'd been completely corrupted by that little brat, Zi Hui. Shang Rong secretly glanced at Zhu Hong and saw the woman looking at him with a half-smile. He immediately felt embarrassed and had no choice but to put on a brave face and say, "Listen to me, I'll come over first thing tomorrow morning to go with you to buy the car."
These words were like a magic pill. Qiao Fei jumped up from the sofa, ignoring Zhu Hong's presence, and grabbed the man's shoulder, saying sweetly, "Do you mean it? You've said it so many times."
Shang Rong cursed inwardly, but coaxed her aloud, "I was busy the other day, but I'll definitely do it this time."
Qiao Fei stood up from the sofa with satisfaction, and as she walked towards the bedroom, she turned back and made a face at the man, shouting, "If you lie to me again, don't expect me to do this for you again..."
After getting rid of Qiao Fei, Shang Rong stood up and said to Zhu Hong, "Auntie, it's getting late, you should get some rest too. I'll come over tomorrow morning."
Zhu Hong seemed to suddenly wake from her reverie, stood up and exclaimed, "Oh dear! Xiao Shang, you haven't had dinner yet!" Shang Rong smiled and said, "I'll just grab something to eat when I get back."
He glanced at Zi Hui, who was sitting on the sofa with her eyes slightly closed, and said, "What? You want to sleep here too?"
Zi Hui muttered something to herself, slowly stood up from the sofa, and whether intentionally or not, she swayed as if she was about to fall. Shang Rong quickly reached out and pulled the woman into his arms, half-dragging and half-carrying her towards the door. After Shang Rong and Zi Hui left, Zhu Hong leaned against the door, lost in thought for a long time. Then she went to Xiao Ya's bedroom, gently opened the door, and was immediately stunned by the scene before her.

Chapter 58: Couple's Night Talk.
Shang Rong helped Zi Hui into the house, and Zi Hui kicked her high heels far away. Then she turned around and hugged the man's neck, imitating Xiao Ya's behavior, and said in a coquettish voice, "Brother Rong, hug me..."
While humming, she licked Shang Rong's face all over, and one of her small hands reached down to rub the man's crotch. Shang Rong carried Zi Hui upstairs, still panting. Seeing the woman's drunken state, he was both angry and amused. He reached out and slapped the woman's plump buttocks hard twice. Unexpectedly, Zi Hui did not cry out in pain. Instead, she pressed her soft body against the man and hummed, as if she was enjoying it. Shang Rong laughed and scolded, "You little slut, you're getting more and more perverted."
He then picked up the limp body, laboriously climbed upstairs, entered the bedroom, and tossed the woman onto the bed like trash, ignoring her screams, before heading downstairs to the kitchen to find something to eat. Since Xiaolin started boarding school, almost no one ate at home anymore, so Aunt Yang no longer prepared dinner. Shang Rong rummaged through the refrigerator for a while before finding a small piece of sausage, which he devoured without caring about the taste. When he returned upstairs and opened the bedroom door, he saw Zi Hui curled up asleep in bed, but her white buttocks were sticking out of the covers. Shang Rong cursed inwardly, "Damn it, even drunk like this, she still can't resist seducing me."
Exhausted after a long day, Shang Rong quickly stripped naked, ready to embrace the woman's warm body and get some sleep. He knew, of course, that the woman in bed was completely naked, a shared pleasure they shared. However, just as Shang Rong settled into bed, Zi Hui let out a soft moan and rolled over, pressing her entire body against the man. She wrapped her arms around his neck, rubbing her face against it, her body twisting so much that Shang Rong felt hot all over. She murmured incoherently. The woman's full, smooth body was incredibly alluring. Although tired, Shang Rong couldn't resist Zi Hui's charm, his hands slowly caressing her smooth, firm buttocks.
Zi Hui murmured softly in pleasure, her buttocks rubbing against the man's gradually rising desire. "Huihui, are you drunk or sober?"
Shang Rong asked, lightly patting the woman's buttocks. "Drunk, hold me tight..."
Zi Hui's voice sounded a little hoarse. Shang Rong chuckled, slipping his hand between the woman's legs and whispering, "So sexy even when drunk."
Zi Hui wriggled her hips coquettishly, as if trying to escape the man's magic wand, yet also seemingly welcoming his teasing. Shang Rong felt the woman's cheeks growing increasingly hot, and he could feel a moist breath on his abdomen. Suddenly, he remembered what he'd seen at the fashion show earlier that day. He leaned close to the woman's ear and whispered, "I saw you and Zhou Xiaolian together at the fashion show today. You two seemed quite intimate. Confess, did you sleep with her?"
Zi Hui seemed to sober up a bit. She lifted her head from the man's neck, squinted at him for a moment, and said coquettishly, "Yes, I did... So what? Are you getting greedy again? Humph!"
Looking at Zi Hui's charming expression, Shang Rong's desire was slowly ignited. He lifted the woman's buttocks and expertly took possession of his private area, eliciting a soft moan from her. She then pressed her hot lips tightly against his, her soft body undulating like waves
. "Your lover should naturally be given a taste by your husband too..." Shang Rong stretched out, letting the woman work on him while his mouth uttered teasing words. Zi Hui's face was flushed, and she was panting heavily. The blanket had already slipped to the side, making a series of slapping sounds as Zi Hui's snow-white buttocks rose and fell. "Ugh... I finally had Fei'er... and you took her away... From now on... don't even think about it..."
Zi Hui struggled to utter incoherent words, driving the man to a frenzy. "Do you know who Zhou Xiaolian is..."
Shang Rong asked breathlessly. "Who is she..."
Zi Hui's eyes were hazy, seemingly already somewhat delirious. "She... she's Zhao Qidong's ex-wife... You didn't know, did you..."
Shang Rong finally revealed his secret. With a scream of "Ah!", Zi Hui slumped against the man as if her bones had been removed, her whole body trembling as if she had caught a cold. Shang Rong clearly felt a throbbing from beneath the woman's flower, and streams of hot nectar. Shang Rong knew the woman was aroused, so he held her trembling body tightly, his hands roaming over her entire body, both comforting and teasing. A perverse lust also stirred within him. "You bastard...you knew all along, didn't you...you..."
After a long while, Zi Hui gradually calmed down, opened her mouth and bit the man's shoulder, saying hatefully. Shang Rong chuckled a few times, biting the woman's earlobe and teasingly said, "That's fair...Zhao Qidong messed with you...and now you've messed with his ex-wife...it's even..."
Zi Hui raised her head and stared at the man for a while, gritting her teeth, and said with a half-smile, "You really think so?"
Shang Rong deliberately confused her, "What else could I think? I won't say anymore, I said I wouldn't mention this again."
Zi Hui wrapped her arms around the man's neck and said weakly, "I can't avenge you, I don't have a man's weapon."
Saying that, she kissed the man's lips hard . She took a bite and said in a cloying voice, "When will you take revenge yourself? I'll pimp you out."
Then, staring resentfully into the man's eyes, she hummed, "Who told me my body..."
Before Zi Hui could finish, Shang Rong lazily flipped her over, pinning her beneath him. While thrusting wildly, he said viciously, "I'll take my revenge on you first."
Zi Hui gasped, grabbing a corner of the pillowcase and biting it. Her teary eyes were fixed on the man until he ejaculated, at which point she let out a deafening scream.

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