[Urban] Urban Loss of Virginity (Complete) - 29

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Chapter 59 Palace Affairs
On the 29th of the twelfth lunar month, Qiao Fei accompanied her mother to Beijing to spend the New Year with Qiao Min. Shang Rong was dejected and couldn't muster any energy. Last year, he didn't have so many women, but he still had Zi Hui and Zhang Yan to spend the New Year with. Now, it was just him and Zi Hui at home again. Damn it, life was getting worse and worse. In the morning, Zi Hui was busy with company matters, so she asked Shang Rong to take Qiao Fei and her daughter to the airport. Until the last moment, Shang Rong shamelessly begged Qiao Fei. “Fei’er, talk to your mother and ask her to stay until after New Year’s Eve. It’ll be too lonely at home with just you and your sister Zihui after you leave.”
Qiao Fei chuckled, continuing to pack her clothes while glancing at the man. “Brother, that’s normal life. Didn’t you always live with Zihui before? Why are you not used to it now?”
Shang Rong gritted his teeth in anger. He wrapped his arms around the girl’s slender waist and said shamelessly, “The past is the past. We didn’t have the means then. Besides…”
He then whispered in the girl’s ear, “Besides, I’m used to you and Zihui sleeping in the same bed. How can I fall asleep without you?”
Qiao Fei glanced back at the man. It seemed his lingering affection for her wasn’t feigned. She turned around, wrapped her arms around the man's head, and gave him a light, fleeting kiss on the lips. She said gently, "Fei'er is also reluctant to leave her brother, but it's all settled... I'll be back in a few days, go get dressed, Mom's waiting at home." She
then slipped out of his embrace and headed towards the bathroom. At the door, she turned back and said sweetly, "Don't just stand there!"
Watching the girl enter the bathroom, Shang Rong felt uneasy. Before he knew it, he was at the bathroom door, clearly hearing a soft shushing sound coming from the half-open door. A series of lewd images flashed through Shang Rong's mind, and he felt a surge of desire, wanting only to merge with the girl in these final moments. "Hey! What are you doing..."
Qiao Fei suddenly saw the man standing in front of her. Instinctively, she stood up and reached for her pants, but in her haste, her jeans got stuck and she couldn't pull them up. Looking up, she saw the man staring intently at her genitals. Her face flushed red as she followed his gaze, instantly feeling utterly ashamed. She saw a few drops of fluid dripping from her crotch. Just as she was about to let out a coquettish cry, the man turned her around and pressed her against the toilet. She heard a "zipper squeak" from behind, and then something hot pressed against her wet spot. Qiao Fei only had time to let out a "ouch" before the man slammed her forward, then pulled her back. Her white buttocks slammed against the man's lower abdomen with a "smack," and Qiao Fei instantly felt half her body go numb. Her legs went weak, and she knelt on the ground, unable to make a sound... Shang Rong lay on the sofa, reminiscing about the scene when he parted from Qiao Fei. Although the girl had only been gone for a few hours, he was already thinking about her. Women are like parts of your body; you don't notice them when you have them, but once they're gone, you feel something's missing. Shang Rong immediately thought of Gao Yan, and Xiao Ya and her daughter. Gao Yan must be spending the New Year alone, and as for Xiao Ya and her daughter, although they're mother and daughter, it doesn't feel like a home. Subconsciously, Shang Rong wanted to invite Gao Yan home for the New Year, but he knew that while he could think about it, he didn't know what Zi Hui would think. For Zi Hui, if he developed a new mistress, she might only be upset for a few days, but if he brought back a mistress he'd already dismissed, Zi Hui would absolutely not tolerate it. Especially Gao Yan; Zi Hui looked down on her from the bottom of her heart. Shang Rong didn't know what grudge Gao Yan held against Zi Hui. Zi Hui could tolerate Xiao Yu, Zhang Yan, and Xiao Ya, so why couldn't she tolerate Gao Yan? Through several probes, Shang Rong finally understood the secret. That is, Gao Yan has slept with too many men, while Zi Hui, including her ex-husband, has only been with two men in total. According to Zi Hui, the second man was forced into it; that bastard was a rapist, and she was a victim who deserved sympathy and forgiveness. Shang Rong deduced a formula based on Zi Hui's logic: a woman who has been with n men has the right to look down on a woman who has been with n+1 men. Moreover, compared to Gao Yan, the number of men Zi Hui has slept with is vastly different; Zi Hui's number is negligible. Gao Yan compared to Zi Hui is like a prostitute compared to a virgin. That's Zi Hui's conclusion. What kind of logic is this! Shang Rong cursed inwardly. It seems Gao Yan has to be put aside for now. Because Shang Rong now has to consider Zi Hui's feelings; after all, she is now the company's general manager, and according to Zi Hui, she is also the "only breadwinner" in the family. Shang Rong doesn't understand when he became a lazy bum in a woman's eyes. If this continues, this woman might do something like a prostitute. Of course, Qiao Fei has already done just that. Thinking this way, Shang Rong felt he had to find something challenging to do, like bringing Xiao Ya and her daughter home for the New Year… Shang Rong was momentarily pleased with his own idea, as it would both make up for the regret of not being able to bring Gao Ya home and show that he was still the head of the household. Of course, to ensure a happy and peaceful New Year for the whole family, he felt it was necessary to inform Zi Hui first, so as not to surprise her. But when Shang Rong subtly expressed his suggestion to Zi Hui on the phone, he didn't expect Zi Hui to say coquettishly on the other end, "Brother, tomorrow is the 30th, and you're only thinking about it now? I already told Xiao Ya that I'd come over to pick them up this afternoon… Hey… Rong, can you hear me…"
Shang Rong was speechless for a moment. She had already thought of him, and she did this entirely for his own happiness. Otherwise, from a woman's selfish perspective, would she have needed to do this? For a moment, Shang Rong felt that Zi Hui was truly the best woman in the world. If Zi Hui were in front of him right now, he would definitely hug her and kiss her hard a few times—no, maybe he would fuck her hard to vent his anger. However, the more Shang Rong thought Zi Hui was good, the more he felt sorry for Gao Yan. He felt that Gao Yan, being his woman, was being treated unfairly by Zi Hui, as if Zi Hui was the real man in the family. Shang Rong gritted his teeth, got up, quickly put on his coat, and muttered to himself as he walked out: "Yan Yan, I'm coming to celebrate the New Year with you right now. Let's celebrate early this year."

Chapter 60 Seeing Through the Fog
Gao Yan's tea shop had been open for some time. At Shang Rong's insistence, he had also taken over the first floor. The second floor was the tea shop, with basically no changes, except that the first floor had been converted into shops specializing in high-quality teas. Shang Rong had visited once when the business opened. He hadn't paid much attention to anything else, but two of the young women Gao Yan had hired left a deep impression on him. One of them, Liu Yang, seemed to be around twenty-three or twenty-four years old. She had a charming oval face, incredibly thin eyebrows, and a slender, tall figure, especially her waist, which was truly willow-like, while her hips were remarkably large. She wore a cheongsam specially made for the tea shop, which accentuated her curves, making Shang Rong swallow hard. The other was a high school student working during the holidays, named Song Xiaomeng. She wasn't particularly beautiful, but her skin was as white as mutton fat jade, and her figure wouldn't be bad even if she took off her clothes. In addition, the two shallow dimples on her face when she smiled were very attractive to men. After seeing those two girls, Shang Rong was quite troubled for a while. Why did Gao Yan have to run into these two girls? If he had met them in some other place, he might have had a chance. How many men would have their eyes on girls like them! Especially the younger one. Although he's a high school student, those teenage rascals in high school these days aren't pushovers; their sex hormones are far more developed than any father or mother's. Who knows when Song Xiaomeng might be seduced by one of her male classmates with an ice cream, and Liu Yang might be taken to bed by some rich tea drinker at any moment, offering up his plump buttocks. Shang Rong leisurely parked his car and walked towards the teahouse, a surge of resentment rising in his heart. Although he drooled over them, he couldn't have them. He could only watch helplessly as they fell into the arms of other men, and the only reason was that he had met the wrong person at the wrong time. Sigh! Let them fend for themselves. There are countless beautiful women in the world; he can't possibly attend to them all. Pushing open the glass door on the first floor, Shang Rong's eyes lit up. The girl standing directly in front of him was none other than Song Xiaomeng. From the moment Shang Rong entered, the girl's dimples were already in place. "Hello, Brother Shang!"
Seeing the girl's ethereal smile, Shang Rong felt much more at ease. He was about to joke with her when suddenly a girl darted out from the side, shouting, "Hey! Brother Shang's here!"
Shang Rong looked closely but didn't recognize her. However, the ambiguous smile on the girl's face made it clear to him: this was the landlady's lover. Shang Rong had no time to pay attention to the ambiguous girl. He gave Song Xiaomeng a charming smile and said softly, "Xiao Liu, what brings you to the sales clerk position? Weren't you upstairs?" Song Xiaomeng brushed a few strands
of hair from her forehead, her clear eyes looking directly at the man. "Yes! Sister Yang wasn't here today, so I'm helping out downstairs. There are so many people selling tea these days." "Oh
! It's the New Year, business is naturally good. What's your boss busy with?"
Shang Rong felt he didn't have much in common with the girl. Of course, things would be different in bed, where there would be plenty of body language. So, after this brief introduction, he headed upstairs. Before Song Xiaomeng could answer, the ambiguous girl blurted out, "The boss is upstairs; his god-sister is here."
"God-sister?"
Shang Rong was momentarily confused. When did Gao Yan get a god-sister? He'd never heard her mention it. "The boss only recognized her the day before yesterday; Brother Shang probably doesn't know yet,"
the ambiguous girl quickly explained, sensing the man's expression. A god-sister? Zi Hui had no choice but to recognize Xiaolin as her god-sister (that was indeed the case at the time), it was arguably due to circumstances. What was wrong with Gao Yan that she'd suddenly become a god-sister too? However, Shang Rong wasn't stubborn. When a woman is lonely, recognizing a god-sister is no different from raising a dog or cat—it's just for entertainment. Gao Yan had no relatives or friends in this city, naturally feeling desolate. Recognizing a god-sister might make her feel more at ease. Thinking this, Shang Rong became interested and eager to see who Gao Yan's god-sister was. So, he rushed upstairs. Upstairs was much brighter than before. Perhaps because it was almost Chinese New Year, the tea drinkers were all busy with their family matters, so there were almost no customers. The large teahouse was quiet, with only a faint melody playing softly. A kind-looking girl in a cheongsam approached and greeted Shang Rong with a smile, "Brother Shang." Without Shang Rong having to speak, she took the initiative to lead the way. Shang Rong studied the girl's swaying hips as they arrived at a room at the end of the alley. The girl knocked lightly on the door a few times, and without waiting for a response, turned and smiled at Shang Rong before walking away. Without waiting for anyone to open the door, Shang Rong pushed it open and went inside. Inside, there was not only Gao Yan and her god-sister, but also a tall man in his thirties. Shang Rong didn't pay much attention to the man, but the girl immediately attracted his attention like a magnet. Gao Yan's god-sister really surprised Shang Rong.

Chapter 61 Dark Psychology
Gao Yan was about to get up to open the door when she was surprised and delighted to see Shang Rong enter. She exclaimed, "Oh! It's the 29th of the twelfth lunar month, and you still have time to come for tea!"
Shang Rong seemed not to hear Gao Yan's words, his eyes fixed on the girl in front of him. The girl, in turn, stared at the man with her bright, phoenix-shaped eyes, her small mouth slightly open, as if about to say something. The man beside her hadn't taken his eyes off Shang Rong since she entered. When he noticed the man's gaze fixed on the girl, a gleam of joy flashed in his eyes. "Sister, isn't this the older brother who came for tea with you the other day?"
A warm voice came from the little girl's mouth, startling Shang Rong, who turned to look at the man. "What? Can Ailin still recognize him?"
Gao Yan said, a half-smile playing on her lips as she looked at the girl. Then, turning to Shang Rong, he said, "This is my god-sister whom I met the day before yesterday. You met her the other day. Oh! This is Ai Lin's brother, the same hometown as the former teahouse owner, named Ai Shan."
Shang Rong murmured "oh" a few times, his eyes still fixed on the man in front of him. This guy is really strong. The former owner's hometown? The brother of Gao Yan's god-sister? "This is..."
Ai Shan pointed at Shang Rong and turned to Gao Yan to ask. "This is President Shang, also the owner of the teahouse."
Gao Yan introduced Shang Rong. "So
you're President Shang, my apologies." The man suddenly adopted a humble and respectful demeanor, his tall frame seemingly about to bend down in front of Shang Rong. "Please sit down! You've come at the right time, I need your help with something."
Gao Yan said with a smile. Shang Rong sat down casually on a sofa, sizing up the girl as he slowly said, "What help? We're practically family!"
As he spoke, his eyes swept over the girl a few times. "Ah! It's getting late, I'll head back now. Eileen, are you going back with your sister or with me?"
Aishan glanced at his watch and suddenly stood up. "Just let Eileen come with me, I can't bear to see her go,"
Gao Yan also stood up, putting her arm around the girl beside her as she said goodbye to Aishan. When Aishan's gaze fell on Shang Rong, Shang Rong didn't get up, but instead waved to him from the sofa. "You remember her, right?"
Gao Yan closed the door and sat opposite Shang Rong, asking as she gestured for the girl to sit beside her. "She looks familiar,"
Shang Rong said hesitantly, taking the opportunity to stare intently at the girl. Gao Yan chuckled at the man's words, seemingly seeing through his thoughts. The laughter made the old rogue Shang Rong blush and his heart race. "That damn woman, trying to embarrass me in front of the girl, huh?" he cursed inwardly, lighting a cigarette to hide his embarrassment and agitation. “Eileen, quickly call him brother. From now on, he’ll be your brother. If you need anything, just go to him; he’s incredibly capable!”
Gao Yan touted Shang Rong’s virtues to the girl like a tea seller, while mischievously glancing at the man as she spoke. The girl didn’t call him brother; instead, her phoenix eyes scrutinized him just as they had when he first entered, making Shang Rong feel uneasy, a cold sweat breaking out on his back. This girl is really strange, Shang Rong thought to himself. “Brother Rong, this little one is quite pitiful. She went to the city with her brother to do business before graduating high school. Now that I've taken over the teahouse, her brother is unemployed, and Ailin is also unemployed. I can't bear to let her work at the teahouse, and even if her brother finds temporary work, he doesn't have time to take care of her. Now that I've recognized her as my sister, of course I can't abandon her.”
Gao Yan looked at the man's dazed expression and chuckled inwardly. She deliberately said coquettishly, “Are you even listening to me?”
Shang Rong struggled to look away from the girl and chuckled dryly, “I'm listening. Go ahead and say it.”
Gao Yan glared at the man again and said, “What I mean is that I want Ailin to continue her studies, and to go to a good school. I want her to go to university in the future. You have to arrange it for her. My sister is naturally your sister too.”
Shang Rong didn't expect the woman to have such thoughts. Sister, sister, I'm not thinking of her as a sister right now, my god! This little thing is just too perfect. “Yan Yan, I’m not the director of the Education Bureau, how can I arrange this? She doesn’t have a local household registration. Oh, where is she from?”
Gao Yan pouted unhappily. “You wouldn’t know about that small place even if I told you. Isn’t Zi Hui on good terms with Zhou Xiaolian? Let her think of a way. I’ll pay for it.”
Shang Rong couldn’t help but laugh out loud and scolded, “You old woman, do you think I’m stingy with a few dollars? How about this, don’t bother Zi Hui. Besides, Zhou Xiaolian is just an ordinary teacher, what can she do? I’ll figure it out myself. At worst, I’ll just throw money at it. If our little sister doesn’t have a school to go to, that would be terrible.”
After saying that, he stared at the little girl with a lecherous grin. “Ailin, hurry up and thank your brother! If he says he’ll get it done for you, he definitely will.”
Ailin seemed to only feel the shyness a girl should have at this moment. She swayed around Gao Yan for a while, lowered her eyes and whispered, “Thank you, brother.”
After saying that, she slightly raised her eyelids and glanced at the man, her long eyelashes trembling. Seeing this, Shang Rong felt a surge of desire, like a cat's claws prying at her heart, wishing he could rush forward and kiss those phoenix eyes eighteen thousand times.

Chapter 62: Heart and Soul Intoxicated
It was already ten o'clock at night, and Shang Rong had been tormented all night. After leaving Gao Yan's teahouse, he accompanied the two to a restaurant for dinner. At the table, Ai Lin and Gao Yan chatted and laughed, acting like real sisters. However, the girl always had a lukewarm attitude towards Shang Rong. Several times, Shang Rong deliberately tried to tease her, but whether out of shyness or a keen eye for his intentions, she would always give a few perfunctory replies and then go back to talking to her "older sister." However, with the keen insight of a seasoned rogue, Shang Rong was certain that every time the girl looked at him, there was a glint of excitement in her eyes. Shang Rong had originally planned to have a nice dinner with Gao Yan and then go home, because Zi Hui was bringing Xiao Ya and her mother to his house that night, and he couldn't very well spend the night with Gao Yan. But after he finished dinner with the two of them, he found himself being dragged to Gao Yan's house. As soon as the girl got home, she went straight to the bathroom, while Gao Yan changed clothes in the bedroom. Just as Shang Rong was sitting on the sofa lost in thought, Zi Hui called. Shang Rong readily made up a lie, saying his car had broken down and was being repaired, so he might be late getting home. Hanging up the phone, Shang Rong was surprised by his own words. Lying to Zi Hui now was as casual as pulling out a cigarette from his pocket. He wondered if Zi Hui would believe him. Thinking this, he felt a pang of guilt, gritted his teeth, and was about to get up and go home when, just then, Ai Lin came out of the bathroom. The sight before him left Shang Rong speechless with astonishment. She had probably just showered; Ai Lin was wearing only a short tank top and slightly oversized underwear. Her bare skin was fair with a rosy glow, radiating a captivating sheen under the light, especially her two jade-like legs, which Shang Rong couldn't find the right words to describe. The girl was drying her wet hair with a towel when she glanced up and saw the man on the sofa staring at her expectantly. Her face flushed slightly, and then, as if embarrassed, she said, "My sister tells me to shower every day, but before I only showered once a week." Her
tone became slightly coquettish towards the end. Shang Rong stared at the girl's slender, white legs, then his gaze drifted to the wrinkled fabric of her panties. His heart pounded, his manhood instantly reaching a state of saturation, and a warm feeling rose within him, as if his entire body had melted into the girl's youthful form. "Ailin, you go to sleep first. Your sister and brother have something to say."
Gao Yan, wearing pajamas, suddenly came out of the bedroom. She first glanced at the girl drying her hair at the bathroom door, then saw the man's bloodshot eyes at the other end of the hallway, and was startled. He couldn't possibly be that weak-willed, could he? Damn it. Shang Rong seemed to have no scruples now. He knew Gao Yan was watching him, but his eyes remained tightly bound to the girl's body until she disappeared from the bedroom before he looked up at Gao Yan standing before him. He reached out and grabbed a chunk of flesh from the woman's plump thigh, asking in a hoarse voice, "Did you really take her as your god-sister because you like her?"
Gao Yan hissed as the man grabbed her, closed her eyes, and remained silent for a moment before saying coquettishly, "What do you think?"
Then she plopped down in the man's lap, the hard thing pressing against her causing her to gasp softly. She then bit the man's ear and said, "That day, I could tell at a glance that you liked her. You two seem to be destined for each other in a past life."
As she spoke, she reached down and grasped the throbbing member, saying in a cloying voice, "Don't be impatient, haste makes waste. What's meant to be yours won't run away."
Then, she began to lick the man's face with her warm lips. Shang Rong finally confirmed his suspicions. Ninety-nine percent of the so-called coincidences in the world are arranged by humans, and only one percent are decided by God. It's more accurate to say that this little girl and Gao Yan were destined for each other than that this girl was destined for him. However, none of this made sense, nor was it Gao Yan's style. That day, when he took Qi Xiaoya from her house, she actually… "Your teahouse also does pimping business, huh?"
Shang Rong whispered in the woman's ear. Gao Yan pinched the man's groin, looked up at him, and said, "You've never trusted me. You're just like Zi Hui…"
She seemed about to cry. "Trust isn't a diamond; it has to be constantly tested. This isn't like you. Why go against your own nature?"
Shang Rong said calmly. Gao Yan sat up from Shang Rong's embrace and said softly, "Do you know what kind of person I am? Can't I be jealous once? But I won't be jealous of my own sister."
She reached out and stroked the man's face, continuing, "I know Zi Hui doesn't like me, and to be honest, I don't like her either. Our personalities are different, but we have one thing in common. Zi Hui can tolerate you and Qiao Fei, and Xiao Ya, so why can't she tolerate me? That's because she likes Qiao Fei and Xiao Ya, so she's not jealous. I'm the same way. I liked this girl at first sight. If we were together with you… I… I don't care… I just want to do something to make you happy… I don't want you to leave me…"
She then buried her face in the man's shoulder and sobbed. Shang Rong stroked Gao Yan's shoulder, unsure what to say. The woman's intentions were clear, albeit selfish, but as the one who benefited from it, Shang Rong felt he had misunderstood her. He felt a surge of pity for the woman, so he embraced her head and kissed her lips, saying, "Let's not talk about that. I'm here to celebrate the New Year with you early. I originally wanted you to..."
Before the man could finish, Gao Yan silenced him with a kiss, and after a long pause, she hummed, "We've already had our New Year's Eve dinner. What should we do next?"
She then left his embrace, stood on the floor, and, with seductive eyes fixed on him, slowly removed her few pieces of clothing until she was completely naked. Biting her red lips, she lifted one full leg and gently placed it on the man's shoulder, exposing her private parts to his gaze. He whispered, "Whatever you want... will come to you... This is my New Year's wish for you."
Shang Rong's breathing gradually quickened, his eyes fixed on that rosy, tender spot, as if talking to himself, "I never realized you were so beautiful here..."
Gao Yan smiled sweetly, withdrew her jade legs, turned around and sat on the opposite sofa, raising her legs high like tree branches, touching her private parts with one hand, and dreamily murmured, "Hurry up and give me the New Year's gift..."
Shang Rong could no longer resist such teasing, and with the speed of a soldier, he pulled down his pants, pounced on her and shot his load right into her heart, making her let out a soul-stirring moan. Shang Rong quickly covered the woman's mouth with his palm, preventing her from crying out. Gao Yan twisted her head, whimpering as she broke free from the man's hand, and stared at him, panting, saying, "Let her hear... let her hear... it's a woman's fate!"
Shang Rong released Gao Yan, his mind racing with one thought: life is too short, if I don't go to hell, who will? Yan Yan, even in hell I won't let you go, I was born for women. On the night before Lunar New Year's Eve, Shang Rong and Gao Yan's passionate struggle lasted for two hours. The couple, caught up in their passion, didn't notice that a bedroom door quietly slid open a crack, and a pair of bright eyes stared intently at the writhing bodies for a long time before a small hand reached into her underwear...

Chapter 63 A God-Given Opportunity
On Lunar New Year's Eve, with the arrival of Xiao Ya and her daughter, Shang Rong's home was filled with the festive atmosphere of the New Year. At this time, the three women were busy preparing the New Year's Eve dinner. When Shang Rong returned home last night, it was already past midnight. He sneaked into Zi Hui's bedroom like a thief. The woman on the bed was breathing evenly, clearly asleep. Shang Rong quietly took off his clothes, carefully slipped under the covers, and gently pressed himself against the woman's back. Perhaps it was the coolness of his body, but Zi Hui let out a soft groan, turned over, and draped one of her beautiful legs over Shang Rong's stomach. Thinking he had woken her, Shang Rong waited quietly for a few minutes. Seeing that she didn't move again, he relaxed, put his arm around her buttocks, and, thinking of Xiao Ya and her daughter next door, fell asleep wearily. "Lazybones, get up!"
Shang Rong opened his sleepy eyes and suddenly felt wide awake. He saw Xiao Ya standing gracefully by the bed, a shy smile on her face as she looked at him. Shang Rong rubbed his eyes to shake off the drowsiness and remembered that Xiao Ya and her daughter had stayed at his house the previous night. He instantly became fully awake. Thinking that today was New Year's Eve, and looking at the beautiful woman before him, his heart was filled with joy. He sat up, took Xiaoya's small hand, and asked with a smile, "What time is it? Why are you up so early?"
Xiaoya almost dared not look at the man's exposed, strong upper body, her face flushed as she said coquettishly, "Early? It's already nine o'clock. You lazybones."
Seeing the girl's eyes shyly avoiding his gaze, Shang Rong was suddenly aroused. With a sudden pull, Xiaoya let out a soft moan and fell into his arms, fluttering like a little bird, crying out, "No... you bad boy... you... ah..."
Then, a muffled sound came from her mouth, and her small hands gradually wrapped around the man's neck. After a long while, the two separated, panting. Shang Rong saw that the girl's face was flushed, her eyes slightly closed, only her long eyelashes trembling. "Where are they?"
Shang Rong whispered in the girl's ear. Xiaoya curled up in the man's arms, her heart pounding wildly. "They went to the supermarket to buy things..."
Upon hearing this, Shang Rong felt a surge of joy. It turned out that only he and the little beauty were home. Emboldened, he pulled Xiao Ya into his arms and rolled into bed with her. Xiao Ya let out a soft cry, weakly patting his chest with her small hands, saying, "Oh! No... they'll be back soon... Hey! You... no..."
Seeing the girl's panicked, embarrassed expression, Shang Rong felt a surge of emotion. He hugged her tightly, pressing his face against hers, and said, "My little darling... if we hurry... we still have time... come, let your brother..."
As he spoke, one hand climbed onto the girl's heaving breasts, gently caressing them. Good heavens! Could it be that he's about to…? Xiaoya panicked. It wasn't that she didn't want to accept the man, but everything had happened so suddenly that she wasn't prepared at all. She struggled, and her small hand accidentally touched the man's genitals. She hadn't expected the man in the bed to be completely naked. She let out a soft moan as if greatly stimulated, her body going limp in his arms, her burning face unsure where to hide. Shang Rong felt a surge of pride seeing the girl's delicate appearance, but he didn't want to frighten his beloved girl on New Year's Eve. So he stopped fondling her breasts and instead gently stroked her flushed face, kissing it and chuckling mischievously, "Baby, don't you want to give your charming little body to your brother?"
Xiaoya hummed softly, gradually relaxing, finding it quite comfortable to curl up in his arms as long as he didn't do anything naughty. Hearing the man's words, she tensed up again and could only press her lips to his ear, shyly saying, "Not now..."
"Then when will you?"
Shang Rong's hand roamed over the girl's full, round buttocks, continuing to tease her. "Hmm... I don't know... Anyway, not now..."
After saying that, she buried her pretty face in the man's chest, determined that as long as the man didn't do *that*, she would let him have his way. While kissing the girl's jade-like neck, Shang Rong pulled one of her small hands towards his crotch. He originally thought that the girl would definitely scream and struggle, but to his surprise, the small hand only hesitated slightly before he grasped it, but there was no further movement, although her small body trembled noticeably. Just being held by such a soft little hand was enough to arouse Shang Rong. He excitedly found the girl's small mouth and kissed her mindlessly for a while, then said urgently, "Baby, let your brother touch you there too..."
Before the girl could respond, a magic hand had already covered her swollen, hot spot, and even through her pants, he could feel the soft, smooth texture. Xiaoya was touched in her private area for the second time, and her heart soared without any sense of unease. She felt incredibly languid, wanting to struggle but lacking the strength. Besides, the ever-expanding magic wand in her hand had almost completely captured her heart. Therefore, her body was no longer under her brain's control and suddenly became extremely sensitive. When the man's hand slipped inside her woolen pants and touched her sensitive spot, Xiaoya couldn't help but arch her back and moan softly, trembling all over, feeling as if she had truly become a woman made of water.

Chapter 64 Lotus Dewdrops
Just as Shang Rong and Xiaoya were lost in their passion, a noise came from downstairs. Xiaoya, her senses impaired and immersed in the man's teasing, naturally couldn't hear the commotion outside. Shang Rong looked at the limp beauty in his arms, reluctant to let go. However, he was afraid Zi Hui would come upstairs and see, and Xiao Ya wasn't yet ready for such blatant lust. So, he whispered in the girl's ear, "Baby, your mother is back."
Xiao Ya instantly woke up, forcing herself to push the man away, and tried to climb out of bed after throwing off the covers. Suddenly, she screamed. Shang Rong almost had a nosebleed when he saw her. Xiao Ya, after throwing off the covers, had already climbed over him, but in her haste, she hadn't noticed that her long johns and panties had been pulled down to her legs by Shang Rong. A snow-white, perky vulva was now exposed to the man's eyes, especially its high bulge. A glistening wetness glistened between her legs. If being violated by a man in bed earlier had already made the girl unbearably ashamed, then now, with her naked lower body almost pressed against the man's face, the stimulation Xiaoya experienced was unimaginable. With a gasp, a small hand reached up to her leg, weakly trying to pull up her pants, but how could she manage it? She let out a few soft moans before her body went limp against the man's naked body, her whole body convulsing. Her clitoris, which had just closed, suddenly opened again, pressing against the man's chest and releasing its morning dew. Shang Rong never expected that the girl was so sensitive, able to climax so violently from mere stimulation. An indescribable joy welled up inside him. He reached out and pressed his hands tightly against the girl's white, tender buttocks, feeling the unusually rounded shape pressed against his body. Xiaoya trembled, pleadingly looking at the man with her seductive eyes, struggling to utter soft moans. "Brother, spare me..."
After saying that, she seemed to have no more strength left, collapsing onto the man as if she had died. Shang Rong felt a surge of tenderness. He sat up, embraced the girl's upper body, and lingered greedily for a moment longer on the beautiful scenery below. He reached out and pulled up her underwear and long johns, then held her in his arms and kissed her a few times, coaxing her tenderly, "Baby, don't be afraid, brother loves you."
Xiao Ya rested in the man's arms for a while, her body gradually calming down. Although her face still carried the aftereffects of drunkenness, she struggled to leave the man's embrace, combed her disheveled hair, straightened her clothes, gave the man a few resentful glances, and then walked out the door softly and weakly. Shang Rong watched the girl's unnatural steps and slightly swaying hips, and his heart was filled with joy. Zi Hui and Zhu Hong returned home carrying large and small bags of groceries. Finding the living room empty and the house quiet, Zhu Hong said, "Where's Xiao Ya? She didn't even do any preparations. Girls these days! They can't do any housework. What will she do when she gets married?"
Zi Hui laughed, "What era are we living in? Why do you still think like that? Why should women do housework?"
Zhu Hong said as she went into the kitchen, "No matter what, women have to take care of the home. That won't change. Just like women have to give birth, you can't rely on men."
Zi Hui smiled but didn't speak. Looking up, she saw Xiao Ya coming down the stairs. She noticed the girl's face was flushed, and a thought struck her—she seemed to understand. "No way! He couldn't possibly be using this time to cheat, could he? Besides, Xiao Ya is a virgin, how could he just…" Thinking this, she stared intently at the girl, trying to find some flaw in her demeanor. Xiaoya noticed Zihui staring at her without her knowledge, so she looked around and suddenly touched her face. She felt a warm sensation, and the slippery feeling between her legs intensified. She then realized why Zihui was staring at her, and her face instantly turned even redder. Zihui chuckled and said, "Xiaoya, did you run into the Big Bad Wolf this morning? Oh dear! It's almost ten o'clock. Go wake that lazybones up!"
Xiaoya was blushing and at a loss for words when she heard a voice behind her say, "Who's the lazybones! I'm as hardworking as a little bee all day long."
Xiaoya turned around and saw Shang Rong, dressed in a tracksuit, spreading his arms as if fluttering his wings, humming, "Little bee, fly, fly, fly," as he flew towards the stairs. Xiaoya couldn't help but burst out laughing, covering her mouth with her hands and running downstairs as if fleeing. Seeing the man's strange appearance, Zi Hui knew that he had just had a good time playing with Xiaoya and was in a good mood. So she pretended to be annoyed and said, "You're really hardworking, busy picking flowers so early in the morning. Xiaoya, why don't you give your Rong-ge a back massage and rub his legs..."
Hearing Zi Hui's teasing, Xiaoya was so embarrassed that she had nowhere to hide, so she ran into the bathroom, scolding, "I'm ignoring you, you're all bad people..."
At this moment, Zi Hui watched Xiaoya's back and thoughtfully went into the kitchen to help Zhu Hong. Seeing that no one was paying attention to her anymore, Shang Rong went downstairs out of boredom and slumped onto the sofa, picking up a book and flipping through it idly.

Chapter 65 Drinking and Staying
Up Late for the New Year. Shang Rong stood by the window, watching the sky ablaze with firecrackers and fireworks. The crackling and popping sound was like an urban war; the small cannons roared like machine guns, interspersed with the roars of rocket launchers and anti-aircraft guns. Half the sky was dyed red by the fireworks. This was the New Year! Firecrackers and a sumptuous dinner provided some solace for people's year-long toil in these few hours. Suddenly, on the street below, Shang Rong saw a staggering figure. The snow-covered street was cold and deserted. The lonely figure walked step by step into the endless darkness, the bursts of firecrackers seeming to bid her farewell. When the person reached the streetlight, Shang Rong clearly recognized that it was an elderly woman, carrying a dark bag on her shoulder. On this night of family reunion, where was the old woman going? As a woman, where was her husband? As a mother, where were her children? What kind of life drove this elderly woman to be running around on New Year's Eve? Were the firecrackers and the beautiful fireworks in the sky cheering for her loneliness and desolation? Shang Rong suddenly thought of his deceased mother. How much the woman's back in the wind and snow resembled his own mother's! An overwhelming sadness instantly filled his chest. He struggled to hold back his sobs, but two streams of tears gushed out. He was stunned. He hadn't expected to cry. Since crying in front of Zhang Caixia, he couldn't remember ever shedding a tear again. If life didn't believe in tears, why shed them? "Brother Rong, come watch the New Year's Eve gala! Jiang Kun is performing crosstalk!" Xiao
Ya's clear voice called out from the other end.
Shang Rong didn't dare turn around or speak. He was afraid he wouldn't be able to control his emotions and that the women would laugh at him. Shang Rong's silence caught the attention of the observant Zi Hui. She stood up and walked behind the man, peering outside. There was nothing there. She wondered what the man was looking at. "Don't just stand there like an idiot. We invited Xiaoya and her mother over, why don't you go and keep them company?"
Shang Rong had nowhere to hide, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and say, "It's snowing, I think I'll go over in a bit."
Zi Hui immediately sensed that the man's voice was abnormal. Before Shang Rong could react, she turned to face the man. Upon closer inspection, she was shocked to see that the man's face was covered in tears, and his eyes were shining brightly in the light from the window. Zi Hui grabbed Shang Rong's arm and asked softly, "What's wrong? What happened?"
Shang Rong wiped his face haphazardly and whispered, "Don't make a fuss! I just thought of my mother."
Zi Hui was both amused and exasperated. She hadn't expected the man to act so strangely on New Year's Eve. However, she had never seen him cry before, so she didn't dare to upset him. She simply comforted him gently, "Alright, don't be sad. Today is a happy day. Don't spoil Xiaoya and her daughter's mood."
After thinking for a moment, she continued, "If you're in the mood, you can burn some paper money for your mother later."
Shang Rong was just feeling sentimental; he didn't actually have any deep-seated grudges. After Zi Hui's words, his mood quickly brightened. He reached out and pinched Zi Hui's flushed cheeks and said, "Go burn it. You didn't burn any last year, so make up for it this year."
Zi Hui quickly agreed. "Okay, okay, I'll go burn it. I just don't know if the old lady will still recognize me."
She said, taking a tissue to wipe the man's face, then burst out laughing. Just then, laughter erupted from the living room from Xiaoya and her daughter, amused by Jiang Kun's joke. Shang Rong slowly moved closer, a smile spreading across his face. He sat down next to Zhu Hong and said playfully, "Why aren't you drinking? Come on, let's have another drink."
Zhu Hong had already drunk several glasses of red wine; her alcohol tolerance was even lower than Xiaoya's. A faint blush rose to her full, round face, and her kind, gentle eyes stirred both pity and excitement in Shang Rong. At the same time, Shang Rong noticed with a smug look that Zhu Hong was wearing the purple cashmere sweater and slightly tight-fitting pencil skirt that he and Xiaoya had bought for her that evening. Her smooth legs, beneath the flesh-colored stockings, gleamed alluringly under the light. If a woman wears clothes you bought for her, it's enough to show she doesn't reject you. If Zhu Hong weren't Xiaoya's mother, Shang Rong would almost certainly be certain the woman was interested in him. Unfortunately, her relationship with Xiaoya made it difficult for Shang Rong to make an accurate judgment. However, the old rogue Shang Rong wasn't in a hurry. He had already planned it out. He would find an opportunity to buy the woman a set of lingerie. Whether she wore it or not, as long as she accepted it, everything would become clear. "Little Shang, you can't drink anymore. You've almost gotten me drunk tonight,"
Zhu Hong said, stroking her warm cheek, feigning displeasure, but there was a hint of sweetness in her tone. "Auntie, it's just red wine, how can she get drunk? Besides, there are no outsiders at home. Let's drink to our hearts' content tonight,"
Zi Hui said, picking up the wine bottle and pouring wine for Zhu Hong while promptly urging her to stop. Xiao Ya, on the other hand, objected, saying, "Sister Zi Hui, you're not allowed to get my mom drunk. If you want to drink, I'll keep you company."
After saying that, she glanced at the man and saw Shang Rong's wicked smile. Xiao Ya couldn't help but roll her eyes at him. Upon hearing Xiaoya's challenge, Zihui poured two more glasses of wine and laughed, "Good sister, it's New Year's Day today! As long as you're in the mood, how could I not join you? But Mom wants to drink too, let's all have a good time today."
She then turned to Shangrong, who was watching the commotion, and said coquettishly, "Brother Rong, we three are in your hands now. Don't bully us when we're drunk!"
Zihui's words stirred Shangrong's heart, made Xiaoya blush, and Zhu Hong kept her head down, glancing at her daughter. Shangrong seized the opportunity, picked up his glass, and said, "We've finally gotten together, so let's not pretend. Whoever gets drunk today, I'll take responsibility for everything."
He then downed his drink. Xiaoya, blushing, held her glass and said to Zihui, "Oh dear! Sister Zihui, he's bragging again. Who knows who'll take care of whom? I never fake it."
She then drank her wine as well. Zi Hui smiled and held her glass, waiting for Zhu Hong. The woman, seemingly unable to resist the urging, slowly poured the red liquid into her mouth, bit by bit. Thus, with Shang Rong and Zi Hui's encouragement, the second climax of this New Year's Eve dinner began. *

Chapter 66: Drunk Sleepwalking*
These three women and one man in this temporarily formed family, on the last day of the year, seemed to have temporarily shed their usual masks, revealing their true selves under the influence of the expensive red wine.
Except for Zhu Hong, who remained seated in her original spot, Zi Hui and Shang Rong were already completely drunk. Zi Hui's body was almost limp against the man, while Xiao Ya on the other side tightly hugged the man's arm, shaking him incessantly, as if rocking her own child. Across from them, Zhu Hong leaned back on the sofa, her full breasts heaving beneath her thin cashmere sweater, her eyes barely open, watching the three people across from her, so deeply entwined. Normally, Zhu Hong might have been too embarrassed to show her face, but after drinking so much red wine, everything seemed hazy. She felt as if it were all a rehearsed performance, a pre-arranged program, and everyone was a character in the play, everything they did was necessary for the story, nothing was abnormal. Thinking this, Zhu Hong envied the three people across from her. She thought to herself, having lived most of her life, when had she ever played such a sweet role in this long, drawn-out drama of life? With a long sigh, Zhu Hong reached for a cushion on the sofa, slumped down, and collapsed. Shang Rong was seemingly drunk, but more sober than the three women. He hadn't missed a single move by the woman opposite him, and only when she slumped weakly onto the sofa did he realize that his mother-in-law's long-dormant heart had been awakened. "
Brother...I want more...feed me...
" Xiao Ya continued to shake the man's arm, her warm breath carrying a sweet scent on his face. Shang Rong was overjoyed. He glanced sideways at Zi Hui in his arms; she was motionless, seemingly asleep, only her delicate fragrance lingering in the air. He picked up a wine glass, took a full sip, and turned to Xiaoya. The girl stared at his bulging lips, unsure what to do. Then she saw his mouth slowly move towards her face, and instinctively closed her eyes. When their lips met, Xiaoya couldn't help but open her mouth, feeling a warm, trickling stream flow into her. A surge of love welled up within her, and she let out a few soft, animal-like moans, obediently accepting his nourishment. After a while, Xiaoya quickly mastered this game and enjoyed it immensely, even taking the initiative. She continuously sipped the red liquid from the glass, then pursed her lips high, closing her eyes and waiting for the man to drink. This wine seemed to have a greater warmth, a more intoxicating effect. Soon, Xiaoya, like Zihui, leaned limply on Shangrong's shoulder, uttering a string of incoherent murmurs. "
Drink... Brother... Feed Sister Zihui... Hmm... Feed Mom...
Drink..."
Hearing Xiaoya's murmured words, Shang Rong's gaze shifted to the opposite side. One glance was enough to send his heart pounding. Zhu Hong had somehow rolled over, one leg on the sofa, the other dangling on the floor. Her narrow tube skirt had ridden up to her hips, revealing her full figure encased in stockings. The shimmering light, the shadows cast by the folds, clearly outlined the woman's forty years of taboos, loves, and hates. Shang Rong could even feel the radiating heat, and see the heavy wounds on the wet petals of the herb garden, shrouded in mist. At that moment, Shang Rong had a profound premonition that he was trapped in a cursed desire from which he could not escape. Zihui and Xiaoya were indeed drunk, completely unconscious. Shang Rong had kept his promise made before drinking, and naturally, he had to take responsibility for the three women. Sweating profusely, he escorted Xiaoya and Zihui to their respective bedrooms. His lustful desires burned fiercely, so he stripped both women naked. When he saw Xiaoya's alluring genitals again, he suppressed the roar of the monster within him, picked up a lipstick from the dressing table, and wrote the four characters "Shangfu Rongzhai" on the snow-white surface. After admiring it for a while, imagining the girl waking up the next morning to see those words, a satisfied smile appeared on his face. Then he frowned. What if Zihui found out? Wouldn't that seem like favoritism? So he sauntered over to Zihui's bedroom, lipstick in hand, staring at that familiar yet unfamiliar place for a long time. Suddenly, he remembered that bastard Zhao Qidong had once caused trouble here, and a surge of hatred welled up inside him. He gritted his teeth and wrote the words "Shangrong Old House" there, then covered her with a blanket. Suddenly, he remembered that there was someone downstairs on the sofa who hadn't "taken responsibility to the end." So his spirits lifted again, and he eagerly trotted downstairs. However, when he faced Zhu Hong lying on the bed, Shang Rong, despite having a hundred reasons to justify himself and even resigned himself to hell, still felt his outstretched hand tremble violently. His gaze naturally fell on the woman's face. Zhu Hong seemed to be dreaming, and it was a nightmare. Her eyelids twitched, her head twisted from side to side on the pillow, and her mouth was wide open, but no sound came out. Shang Rong was startled. He thought his actions had caused the woman's intense reaction, so he quickly withdrew his hand and repeatedly whispered, "Auntie... Auntie..."
Zhu Hong stopped wriggling, her ethereal soul brought back by Shang Rong. She slowly opened her eyes and saw the man bending over and looking at her. She stared blankly for a moment, then suddenly grabbed Shang Rong's arm, sat up, looked around, and said in a daze, "Xiao Ya... Where is Xiao Ya... He's back... I need to go see Xiao Ya..."
As she spoke, she moved to get out of bed. Seeing that the woman's words and actions were illogical, Shang Rong assumed she was still drunk. He put his arms around her waist, letting her lean against the headboard, and said, "Auntie, Xiao Ya has already slept with Zi Hui. Auntie, who's back?"
Zhu Hong seemed to wake up, let out a long breath, and turned to look at Shang Rong, completely unaware that her upper body was leaning against the man's chest, and that one of his arms was still around her shoulder. "
Xiao Shang, I'm drunk. I just had a dream. I dreamt that Xiao Ya's dad... that Qi Shundong came back..."
As if realizing she'd slipped up, Zhu Hong abruptly stopped herself. Hearing the name Qi Shundong, Shang Rong instantly sobered up. Seeing the woman stop talking, he wasn't about to give up. He instinctively tightened his arm around her shoulders, pressing her upper body close to his chest. He lifted her chin with one hand, his cold eyes fixed on her, and almost hissed, "Qi Shundong? What happened to him... tell me..."

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