[Urban] Urban Loss of Virginity (Complete) - 7

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Chapter 22 A Heartbreaking Parting
Huiya Company's new office address is located on the sixteenth floor of the Hongyuan Building. Upon entering, there's a marble screen with the words "Huiya Investment Group" carved in acrylic. A smiling young woman sits at the reception desk in front of the screen.
Beyond the screen is a large hall with a flower bed in the center, where flowers and plants bloom, and a few small fish swim in a pebble-paved channel. Around the flower bed are eight offices and a small meeting room. At the very back is the general manager's office, and Zi Hui's office is right next to it.
Zi Hui had initially fallen in love with this place at first sight, but hesitated after inquiring about the rent—600,000 yuan a year was too expensive. Once, she casually mentioned this place to Shang Rong, and unexpectedly, Shang Rong insisted on seeing it. After seeing it, he not only didn't think it was expensive, but also spent another 300,000 yuan on renovations.
Seeing the man spending money so lavishly, Zi Hui regretted telling him about this place. Thinking back to the past, she couldn't help but feel a little uneasy. But now he was her boss, and she couldn't very well advise him otherwise. Hopefully, the boss isn't just wasting money.
Zi Hui has been with the company for almost a month and has already grasped the basics of its business. She's a shrewd woman; although it's her first time managing a company, she knows that finance and technology are two crucial departments. Finance is her specialty, and with Qiao Fei's help, it's a piece of cake. However, she lacks knowledge in network engineering. So, she bought a whole bunch of books on the subject and studied diligently at home after work. During work hours, if she had nothing else to do, she would either take Gao Yan to construction sites or immerse herself in the technical department, humbly seeking advice from the two experts in Beijing. The two experts were flattered by the beautiful general manager's willingness to learn and were eager to share all their knowledge.
After a month, while Zi Hui hadn't become a network engineering expert, she was no longer a complete novice.
Shang Rong was very pleased after Gao Yan reported the situation to him. He was glad he hadn't misjudged her. Knowing his ex-wife, Zi Hui was a person who never gave up, and most importantly, she was shrewd and had a keen sense of money—the most important qualities for a businessman. Now he could focus on his own work. Sooner or later, she'd have to hand this business over to Zi Hui, and now was the perfect opportunity to train her.
Zi Hui sat in her office looking at a financial report, but her mind wasn't on it. It seemed Shang Rong was truly going to wash his hands of the business; he'd barely shown up at the company a few times in the past month. Zi Hui had wanted to ask him what he was doing several times, but each time she swallowed the words. She found it ridiculous.
Logically, she and Shang Rong had resumed physical intimacy, and each time the man's passion was greater than before. Seeing his fascination with her body, Zi Hui had felt a secret thrill, but later she realized that their intimacy hadn't translated into everyday life. On the contrary, she felt his mysterious whereabouts were pushing him further away; their bodies were drawing closer, but their hearts were drifting apart.
She shouldn't think about these worries anymore. The most important thing now was to run the company well. Men might be unreliable, but this company was her real support for the rest of her life. Besides, perhaps Shang Rong was intentionally testing her abilities; she'd just put on a show for him. Thinking this, a proud smile appeared on her lips.
A soft knock sounded, and Qiao Fei poked her head in.
"What are you doing, you little thing sneaking around? Come in here."
Zi Hui could never maintain her usual managerial airs in front of this little sister. For some reason, she genuinely liked this pretty and innocent girl, and it wasn't entirely because of her sister.
"Sister Zi Hui, have you looked at this month's payroll? Are there any problems?"
Qiao Fei walked directly behind Zi Hui's chair and gently massaged Zi Hui's shoulders with her slender hands.
Zi Hui squinted slightly, enjoying the massage; the little hands felt so comfortable. "Fei'er, do you have a boyfriend?"
Zi Hui suddenly asked a question that surprised Qiao Fei.
Qiao Fei blushed slightly and shook her head. Zi Hui couldn't see and didn't hear the girl's reply for a while. "What? Still keeping it a secret from your sister?"
Zi Hui said sweetly, "Sister Zi Hui, how old am I? Where would I get a boyfriend? Besides—"
She paused for a moment and continued, "I don't like having boyfriends."
Zi Hui gently stroked a small hand on her shoulder and said, "Sister doesn't believe it. A pretty girl like you, didn't anyone pursue you in college?"
The small hand on her shoulder suddenly stopped. Zi Hui turned to look at the girl's face and saw that Qiao Fei's face was slightly red, and her eyes were staring blankly ahead, as if she was lost in memories. Zi Hui's heart skipped a beat. Could this girl have some unspeakable secret? "
Fei'er?"
Qiao Fei was awakened by Zi Hui's words. She continued to rub her hands and said softly, "Anyway, I don't want a boyfriend. They... are all so bad."
It seems that this girl really has something on her mind. She should talk to her properly sometime. "Alright, Fei'er, go to work. Tell President Wang to come to my office."
Zhang Yan was packing Shang Rong's luggage for his trip in the bedroom, neatly placing a change of clothes in the suitcase.
This time, the man was going away for a month, and she would be alone in this big house for a month. She suddenly thought of the man's old home; living there made her feel safer. Although the room wasn't big, there were traces of the man everywhere, and the scent of him lingered in every corner. Living there, even without him by her side, she wouldn't feel lonely. But this house was too big, too cold, and it felt too desolate without the man by her side.
Suddenly, someone gently hugged her waist from behind. Without turning around, she knew who it was. She straightened up and leaned against the man's chest, closing her eyes and quietly feeling the warmth from his hands on her abdomen.
"What? Don't want me to leave?"
The man's lips were close to her ear, and her earlobe was being gently sucked. A tingling sensation ran through her, and her body went limp.
"I'm scared to be alone."
Zhang Yan's voice sounded like she was about to cry.
"Silly girl, how could I leave you alone? I've already talked to your sister Zihui; she'll stay with you while I'm gone."
Shang Rong's hands gently kneaded the woman's soft, warm breasts.
Zhang Yan finally burst into tears, turning around and hugging the man tightly. She kissed his face while sobbing, "I don't want to live with anyone else, I only want you..."
Shang Rong pulled the woman down onto the bed, kissing her passionately while slipping his hand inside her pajama bottoms.
"Your sister Zihui isn't an outsider, she'll take care of you. Besides, it's only a month. Be a good girl and wait for me to come back. If you don't behave, I'll spank your little bottom."
Zhang Yan moved her hips in response to the man's caresses below, her arms tightly wrapped around his waist, saying coquettishly, "I won't behave! I won't behave!"
Shang Rong pulled down the woman's pajama bottoms and actually slapped her snow-white buttocks twice. The woman moaned, clinging to him, crying and trembling all over. Amidst the woman's ecstatic sobs, Shang Rong deeply entered her. "Yan Yan, cry, the more you cry, the more I love you..."
That night, Zhang Yan collapsed beneath the man, crying her heart out. Seeing how much the woman clung to him, Shang Rong was filled with passion, responding to her tearful pleas with repeated, forceful ejaculations.

Chapter 23 Returning to the Stock Market
Shang Rong had been following the TG256832 warrants for over three months. He had never traded warrants before.
This warrant first caught his eye because it had been declining for over three months, with the price falling from 0.90 yuan to around 0.30 yuan. According to the data, the sharp drop was due to the warrant's impending expiration and a large-scale sell-off by holders. What intrigued him, however, was the large-scale buying around 0.30 yuan, causing a rebound and briefly pushing the price up to 0.40 yuan. What value could a warrant about to be delisted have? Why would anyone buy so much? Why did the price, which should have continued to fall, stop falling and rebound? Was someone deliberately inducing a buying frenzy because they hadn't finished selling? But the timing didn't seem right. This warrant must have some kind of story. The major buyers were well-known domestic institutions; they wouldn't act without a reason. Shang Rong decided to take a gamble. Small investors like himself lacked reliable sources of information, relying only on intuition and experience to judge stock trends. It was less about stock trading and more about gambling with small wins and large losses. Otherwise, why would he have donated over a million yuan last year?
With this decision, Shang Rong embarked on the biggest gamble of his life. To be on the safe side, he didn't invest all his funds. When the stock price dropped to 0.33 yuan, he gritted
his teeth and poured in 150 million yuan. In the first few days, the stock price fluctuated only around one cent. One day, when the market corrected, the stock price actually dropped by nearly 10%, and Shang Rong wanted to sell several times. But after doing the math, he realized that he would lose more than 15 million yuan, almost wiping out his entire company.
Shang Rong sat in front of the computer in agony, on the verge of collapse. Was his judgment never right? Did Lady Luck hate him so much? Just when he began to feel numb, the stock price miraculously began to rebound. Damn it, the big players were shaking out weak hands.
Shang Rong wiped his wet forehead. In the following days, the stock price began to fluctuate narrowly again, and Shang Rong's heart rose and fell with the stock price every day. In the end, his nerves became more and more fragile, almost to the point of collapse.
He took out a string of prayer beads that children played with from a box, and during the day he would close his eyes and sway his head while chanting Buddhist prayers in his mind, and at night he would have all sorts of strange nightmares. Sometimes he dreamt of Zi Hui storming off again, her face full of anger. Other times he dreamt of Zhang Yan, pitiful and tearful. Once he dreamt of Zheng Gang sneering at him. He even dreamt of his mother again, her words still the same: "If you really can't take it anymore, come sooner rather than later."
Shang Rong couldn't remember how many times he'd woken from nightmares, drenched in sweat, his soul seemingly leaving his body. He remembered the collector he'd almost forgotten—that mysterious, sinister beam of light. He remembered the identity his soul had solidified. Enjoying life? Was he enjoying life? It was like enduring hell! What a load of rubbish contract! He'd never trust you again, or else fulfill your promise! Thinking of this, he wanted to climb onto the roof, but his body was too weak to move.
That morning, the stock price dropped another four percent, then languished there, half-dead. Shang Rong felt a little dizzy, so he lay down on the sofa, daydreaming. He faintly heard a knock at the door. It was Gao Yan. No one else knew she was here. Had something happened at the company? Zi Hui had called yesterday, but didn't say anything unusual! As soon as
Gao Yan entered, she stared at Shang Rong, seemingly not recognizing him. Was this hunched-over man, wrapped in a blanket, walking with a faltering gait, General Manager Shang? "General Manager Shang, are you sick?"
Shang Rong didn't answer, weakly lying back down on the sofa. Gao Yan hurriedly took off her coat and poured him a glass of water. Shang Rong shook his head, indicating he didn't want to drink. Gao Yan squatted down in front of the sofa and reached out to touch his forehead.
Shang Rong grabbed Gao Yan's hand and pulled her towards the sofa. "Lie down, let me hug you."
Gao Yan hadn't expected the man to make such a request, but there was no sign of desire on his face. Good heavens! How could he have become so haggard in just a few days? What was he doing hiding at home? Did he have some terminal illness and was hiding at home waiting to die? Gao Yan immediately felt guilty for cursing the man like that, and a feeling of boundless pity arose in her heart. Let him hold her if he wants; she's always... she just didn't expect it to be like this.
Shang Rong held Gao Yan's soft body, his head nestled against her warm breasts like a baby seeking its mother's breast. Gao Yan felt flustered and disoriented, so she opened her clothes and pushed up her bra. The man immediately took one of her nipples and began to suckle eagerly. The intense sucking made Gao Yan groan, her hands wrapped around the man's head as if she were breastfeeding her baby.
Shang Rong nursed her for about fifteen minutes, until Gao Yan's nipples were swollen and her whole body trembled. After a while, Shang Rong spat out the nipple and said weakly, "Go check on the computer how much TG256832 is now."
Gao Yan didn't understand what the man meant, but she still went to the computer with her clothes open. It turned out he was trading stocks; Gao Yan had traded stocks for a few days before. "Look at what?" she asked,
turning back to stare at the man in confusion.
"Check how much TG256832 is now?"
Shang Rong said impatiently.
Gao Yan stared at it for a while, then turned back and said, "48 cents."
Shang Rong smiled bitterly and cursed, "You stupid woman, look more closely."
Gao Yan bent over in front of the computer for a while, looking aggrieved, and said, "Now it's 51 cents."
Shang Rong laughed angrily; he really wanted to kick her butt. Helpless, he could only get up, plop down in the swivel chair, and stare at the screen for a full three minutes, as if in a trance. 52 cents. 53 cents. Up again. Damn it. I finally caught you. Oh my god…
Gao Yan stood there nervously and worriedly, not understanding why the man suddenly stopped talking. Had she really seen wrong? Judging from his expression, he must have lost a lot of money. She reached out and gently rubbed the man's shoulder comfortingly. Shang Rong seemed to wake from a dream, turned to look at Gao Yan, and saw that the woman's bosom was still open, half of her breast exposed. His desire was instantly ignited. "Xiao Yan, take off your pants."
He swung his chair around, glaring at the dazed woman before him, and said viciously, "Damn it! Take off your pants, I'm going to fuck you today..."
Remembering the last time he ejaculated in front of the computer screen, Shang Rong grabbed the woman's buttocks and began thrusting wildly.
Waves of pleasure surged to the heavens. Gao Yan was conquered by the man's inexplicable passion; he seemed to have vanished from his previous weakness, suddenly becoming incredibly powerful. She felt as if her heart was about to be shattered by his thrusts. She screamed loudly, grabbing his head and shoving her full breasts into his mouth. Shang Rong, amidst Gao Yan's moans, erupted like a stock market gushing forth.
Women are so good. Shang Rong looked at the woman lying on the sofa, exhausted from his ministrations, her high, round buttocks still trembling slightly, and felt an unprecedented sense of satisfaction. A mysterious smile crept onto his face.
"Xiao Yan, what are you doing here today?"
Shang Rong lit a cigarette and took a deep, contented drag.
Gao Yan turned her head away, ignoring him. Shang Rong walked over and sat on the sofa, gently stroking her bottom, saying, "Hurry up and put on your clothes, or you'll be in trouble again."
Gao Yan remained lying there, unmoving. Shang Rong reached out and turned the woman's head, only to see her face covered in tears, her eyes looking at him with resentment. Shang Rong suddenly felt like he had incurred another debt. He hugged the woman tightly, gently patting her back, unsure of what to say. Perhaps he shouldn't explain anything at all; would it even make sense? He didn't even know why he was acting this way. Would he treat any other woman this way?
"Something happened at the company,"
Gao Yan whispered in the man's arms.
Shang Rong wasn't surprised at all; even if Gao Yan told him the company was bankrupt, he wouldn't care.
"What could have happened?"
he said, then licked the woman's tear-streaked face.
Gao Yan was puzzled that the man remained unmoved, but she didn't want to guess his thoughts anymore. She didn't want to ponder his actions anymore; they always led to unexpected outcomes. She had tried to seduce him before without success, and today she had eagerly come to report to him, only to be met with this reaction. But wasn't this something she had secretly considered countless times? She felt a mix of resentment and smugness.
"I don't know the specifics yet, but I heard that the nanny you hired for an old man was raped by him. President Wang wanted to call you, but President Lin wouldn't let him. The nanny has now reported it to the police."
Shang Rong's first reaction upon hearing Gao Yan's words was to laugh, but he couldn't, because he heard the words "police station," a word he was currently very sensitive to.
A senile old man raped a nanny? What kind of utter nonsense was this? Shang Rong felt both angry and amused. He stared at the woman in his arms, her tears still wet on her cheeks, and said in a muffled voice, "I'm going to rape you too. I'm that senile old man."
He then pushed Gao Yan onto the sofa and inserted his half-erect penis into her still-sperm-filled vagina through her anus. Gao Yan screamed this time, as if she were truly being raped.
Oh my god! Oh my god! He just fucked me like that, the man I love is a madman.

Chapter 24: Dance of Angels
Initially, Shang Rong didn't want to get involved with Zheng Gang, so he told Fatty not to find a caregiver for the old man for the time being. But later, he thought that since he had taken Zheng Gang's money and agreed to his request, how could he go back on his word? Besides, the senile old man really needed someone to take care of him. So Shang Rong still asked Fatty to find a caregiver, without inquiring about her details.
The caregiver Fatty found was a middle-aged woman introduced by a housekeeping company. The woman's name was Yang Xiuhua, 44 years old. Yang Xiuhua was a laid-off worker with two children, one in university and the other in middle school. Her husband was a driver for a transportation company. Due to financial difficulties, she worked as a nanny to supplement the family income.
Last night, she had just finished cleaning the rooms at the home of an elderly man with dementia and was about to go home when the old man suddenly pounced on her from behind, pinned her to the ground, and violently tore off her clothes, raping her. Yang Xiuhua returned home crying and told her husband what had happened. Her husband, enraged, reported it to the local police station. The police officers immediately went to arrest him, but when they arrived at the scene, they were stunned. The rapist was clearly a dementia patient without even needing a forensic examination. Inquiries with the neighbors confirmed that the old man had suffered from dementia for many years. The police then contacted the housekeeping company, which, to avoid trouble, handed over a fat man as a scapegoat.
The fat man received a call from the police station, inquired about what had happened, and in his haste, wanted to call Shang Rong. Zi Hui, after understanding the situation, stopped him. "Shang Rong is out of town, what's the point of calling him? Do you even know why Shang Rong hired a caregiver for this old man? What's this old man to Shang Rong?"
The fat man said innocently, "I don't know anything. President Shang just told me to find a caregiver, without telling me anything else."
Zi Hui thought for a while and said, "Go to the police station first and say that hiring a caregiver was purely a charitable act by the company, and that the old man has no connection with anyone in the company. Tomorrow, Gao Yan and I will go to the victim's home to see if we can settle this matter with compensation."
Yang Jun interjected, "Compensation my foot! Dementia patients are practically the same as mentally ill people; the law won't hold mentally ill people responsible. I don't think we need to get involved in this."
Zi Hui said, "But the caregiver was hired by the fat man, so the police station can hold the guardian responsible. It's best to handle this matter properly."
When Zi Hui and Gao Yan entered Yang Xiuhua's house, the woman was still lying on the bed crying. Her husband sat to the side with a livid face, smoking silently, and a girl of about fourteen or fifteen years old sat by the bed comforting the woman. Zi Hui looked around and saw that the room was in a mess. Because the windows had been closed for a long time during the winter, the air inside was foul, making Zi Hui feel nauseous. She barely managed to hold it in.
The man looked up at the two neatly dressed women who entered and asked, "Are you the rapist's family members? No wonder, even the mentally ill in rich families bully the poor. You need to give me an explanation today."
Gao Yan retorted angrily, "Watch your mouth! Who's the rapist's family member? He's an elderly person living alone. Our company hired a caregiver for him out of kindness. This is General Manager Lin from the company. We're here to resolve this issue. What are you shouting for?"
Gao Yan's words seemed to shock the man, who slumped back into his chair, looking dejected, and continued smoking. Zi Hui observed that the girl had a delicate, round face and bright, intelligent eyes, but her body was unusually thin, as if she hadn't fully developed. She sat on the edge of the bed, holding her mother's hand, and never once looked up at the guests.
"We're also very saddened by what happened. I'd like to hear your opinions, but that old man is indeed mentally unstable, and holding him responsible won't get us anywhere,"
Zi Hui said, sitting down next to the girl and looking at the man.
The man took deep drags on his cigarette, remaining silent. At this moment, the woman stopped crying and choked out, "I can't control him just because he's mentally ill. Am I supposed to let him abuse me like this? I want you to take responsibility."
Zi Hui smiled and said, "Of course we'll take responsibility, otherwise we wouldn't be here. Just tell us what you want, as long as it's not excessive, we can discuss it."
Hearing Zi Hui's words, the woman seemed at a loss, turning to look at the man and saying, "Say something!"
But the man sighed deeply, stood up, stamped his foot, and left.
The room fell silent for a moment. Zi Hui looked at the girl and took her hand, saying, "Little sister, what's your name? How old are you?"
The girl glanced at her with her bright eyes, lowered her head, and whispered, "Li Xiaolin. Fourteen years old."
Zi Hui turned to the woman and said, "Sister-in-law, you work so hard as a nanny to earn money for the child, right? How about this, from now on, our company will cover your child's school fees, and we'll take care of her until she graduates from university. If she's willing, I'll adopt her as my little sister. Of course, I'm not saying that doing this will compensate for the harm you've suffered, but currently..." "Besides financial assistance, there's nothing else we can do."
Hearing Zi Hui's words, the woman sat up in bed, wiping away her tears, and said, "Sister, I'm a reasonable person. Since you say so, what else can I say? You're right! I'm already old; isn't my life all for my children? As long as they're well, it's worth enduring some hardship."
She turned to the girl and said, "Xiaolin, hurry up and call her 'sister'!"
The girl looked up at Zi Hui but didn't speak. Zi Hui gently patted the girl's head twice, then turned to look at Gao Yan.
Gao Yan took a wad of cash from her bag and placed it on the table, saying, "Sister-in-law, you can't go to work right now. This 20,000 yuan is a small token of our company's appreciation. Please accept it. Let's not report him to the police station; let's just say we'll handle it ourselves."
The woman sighed and said, "Since he's not in his right mind, what's the use of reporting him? I'll have her father go to the police station later."
Seeing that the woman agreed, Zi Hui got up to leave. The woman tried to see her off, but Zi Hui stopped her. "Xiaolin can deliver it, you should just lie down and rest."
Shang Rong finally succumbed to the stock market's final test. Fortunately, when the stock price pulled back to
around 0.40 yuan, he bravely invested another 100 million yuan. The price then climbed to 0.98 yuan, before pulling back to 0.95 yuan. Shang Rong's nerves couldn't take the torment any longer, and he gritted his teeth and sold everything. Only then did he see a report in the relevant materials stating that the surge in TG256832 was due to the warrant's trading period being extended by one year. In the following days, the stock price reached a high of 1.20 yuan.
Shang Rong was both amused and frustrated; losing money was painful, making money was painful too. It seemed he couldn't play the stock market anymore.
He couldn't calculate how much money he'd made, so Shang Rong grabbed a calculator and spent ages calculating before finally confirming that he'd earned over 400 million yuan. Shang Rong was a little confused; how much exactly was 400 million yuan?
He calculated the time; he'd been "on business" for 27 days. It was time to go home. During this time, he'd frequently received calls from two beauties. Zi Hui was more reserved, but her words still hinted at longing. Zhang Yan, on the other hand, bluntly stated that she often suffered from insomnia and longed for his return every day. Thinking of the two beauties, Shang Rong felt an overwhelming urge to go home.
The winter night was quiet; the streets were deserted early, and the few people who were there hurried by.
Only the buses continued their mechanical operation on their designated schedules and tracks.
The dazzling advertising light boxes that shone brightly in the summer night seemed listless in the winter night, as if they'd lowered their lights to hide in the cold. Shang Rong, wearing a coat, wandered aimlessly alone on the deserted streets. Lately, his heart had been in a state of turmoil. He needed the cold night wind to clear his head, to release the fervor within him in the biting air. "
I'm a billionaire now," he thought. "How many billionaires are there in China? Does this person who just brushed past me know I'm a billionaire? Do those billionaires wander the streets like me in the cold night?
What kind of lives do they lead? Do they, like me, have two beauties waiting for them to come home? What will I do now? What kind of life am I seeking?" Zheng Gang. He'd made me a billionaire. His time to leave heaven wasn't far off.
Thinking of Zheng Gang, Shang Rong felt a chill, as if Zheng Gang's icy gaze was watching him through the darkness. Shang Rong saw a bar ahead with its sign lit up and quickly walked over.
It turned out to be the Wild Wolf Bar, quite famous in the city; even someone like Shang Rong, who didn't frequent bars, had heard of it.
The bar was bathed in soft lighting, the kind that made you feel invisible, allowing you to see your surroundings clearly while simultaneously creating a sense of secrecy. The bar wasn't crowded; small groups sat in twos and threes, some whispering to each other, others swirling their glasses with enigmatic expressions. On stage, a long-haired man was playing a saxophone tune.
Shang Rong had just settled into a corner when a waiter approached and bowed, asking, "What would you like to drink, sir?"
Shang Rong lit a cigarette and said, "Anything is fine."
The waiter chuckled, "Sir, perhaps you should be more specific?"
Shang Rong had almost never been to a bar before and was at a loss for words. A bar was, after all, a place to drink.
"Just bring me a drink,"
the waiter said with a smile and left. A moment later, a glass of brightly colored liquor was brought over. Shang Rong took a sip and spat it out, saying, "What is this? It tastes awful."
The waiter's expression turned disdainful, his earlier politeness gone. "Sir, this is a cocktail, specially made."
Shang Rong said, "I don't drink this kind of liquor. Do you have vodka?"
The waiter said, "Yes, would you like some? This drink is 380 yuan."
Shang Rong then glanced at the waiter and saw the mocking look in his eyes. Damn it, he's afraid I don't have money. He's laughing at me for being a country bumpkin. "Stop talking nonsense, just get what I tell you to get. Did I ask you how much it costs?"
The waiter stared at him for a while and said, "One glass?"
"A bottle!"
Shang Rong said impatiently.
At this moment, the long-haired man finished playing the saxophone, and a female host came out and said, "Please enjoy the Angel Dance performed by art students."
The music slowly started, and six girls dressed in white gauze dresses floated out like flowing water with light dance steps. A petal symbolizing a flower slowly opened, and the flower's center swayed softly like a seaweed. The flowing long hair, the supple waist, and the ample, round buttocks that were faintly visible instantly attracted Shang Rong's gaze. Even as the last note faded into the applause and the girls disappeared into the dimming lights, Shang Rong remained staring blankly at the stage.
The Dance of Angels. Was this what angels were like? Was that girl an angel? Don't angels always have wings?
She'd seen them in paintings before, never thought anything of them, but that girl didn't have angelic wings. Perhaps it was precisely because she didn't have wings that her heart trembled.
A surge of emotion, a longing, welled up within Shang Rong; she just wanted to see her again, to see her flesh and blood up close. ( Chapter 25
: Stunning Bar Scene) Shang Rong downed a glass of strong liquor and, emboldened by the alcohol, called for a waiter. " I'd like to invite one of the dancers from earlier to sit down. Could you go and call her for me?" The waiter smiled ambiguously. "Sir, there are six dancers. Which one would you like to call?" "The lead dancer." "Sir, I must tell you, that lady can only sit with you; she doesn't offer sexual services. And her fee is 500 yuan per hour." Shang Rong knew the terms "sexual service" and "going to a prostitute." He seemed a little skeptical of the waiter's words. Five of those six "angels" were actually prostitutes, willing to sleep with men for money, while only one was just there to chat and earn a chat fee. " How much does she charge for sexual services?" "You can discuss that yourself." "Just call the one who doesn't offer sexual services over here." Shang Rong felt a little nervous at the thought of soon being able to talk to the "angel" face-to-face, so he drank another glass of wine. "Sir, you have a high alcohol tolerance. I rarely see someone order a whole bottle of wine." A soft, clear voice rang out. Shang Rong turned his head and saw a girl with a ponytail standing next to his seat. She had an oval face, slightly elongated eyes, a straight nose, a small mouth, and full lips. She wore a turtleneck sweater and jeans. "That's how country bumpkins drink, otherwise why would the waiters laugh at me? Please sit down," Shang Rong said, offering a self-deprecating remark. "Is this your first time at a bar?" Shang Rong didn't answer her question, but instead called a waiter, saying, "Get this lady something to drink." The girl shook her head, saying, "No need. If you'd like, just give me a drink." Shang Rong smiled, "I don't mind, but I'm afraid you can't handle it; this is strong." The girl didn't say anything, but took a glass, poured herself a little drink, and downed it in one gulp. Then she blew on it and said, "It is a bit strong, but I can handle it. I won't feel cold when I get home." Shang Rong thought to himself, "Girls these days are really something. There's nothing they wouldn't try, and they even specifically challenge traditionally male-dominated areas. Is a matriarchal society about to be revived?" "I bet you're going through a relationship crisis, so you've come to a bar to drown your sorrows and seek a life of depravity," the girl said confidently, her eyes gleaming in the dim light. Shang Rong took a sip of his drink and said slowly, "Wrong judgment. First of all, I'm not in a relationship crisis. I'm not here to drown my sorrows, just to seek a life of depravity—I don't know what that means." "You brought me here just to seek a life of depravity, aren't you?" "Are you so confident you can make me depravity?" "No one can make you depravity; it's voluntary depravity."

Shang Rong scrutinized the girl in front of him again. This was a modern college student; compared to her, Qiao Fei was practically a primary school student. He even felt a sense of pressure, stemming from her beauty and confidence.
"I haven't asked your name yet,"
Shang Rong said, not wanting to argue further.
"And you? What's your name?" She
was certainly not at a disadvantage, even asking for a name had to be done first. "
My name is Shang Rong,"
the girl said, extending a hand. "My name is Qi Xiaoya."
Shang Rong quickly shook her small hand. Qi Xiaoya, Qi Xiaoya. Qi Shundong. Art Academy. What a coincidence!
"You're quite remarkable; you haven't asked me yet why someone so beautiful does such a lowly job. Nor have you shown any intention of rescuing me from this hellhole,"
Qi Xiaoya said, staring at him as if her gaze could see right through him.
Thank goodness. He had held back for so long; any later and he would surely have been considered a vulgar person by Qi Xiaoya. "
I'm not the people's savior, why should I always be the one rescuing people from fire pits? Besides, do you look like you're in a fire pit?"
Qi Xiaoya let out a string of silvery laughter, and the guests around her all turned to look at her. "
Come on! Let's drink to you for being a sensible person."
Shang Rong was completely attracted to this beautiful and feisty girl. Even in college, he had never met a girl like this—young yet mature, mature yet optimistic. Complexly innocent. Being with a girl like this was both fun and exciting. "
Why didn't you wear wings when you were doing that angel dance?
" Qi Xiaoya tilted her head and blatantly looked him up and down, saying, "Those with wings are gods, untouched by human affairs. We are angels on earth, eating grains and vegetables. It's different. Do you like it?"
Angels on earth? Maybe some people call you little devils on earth. I only like you. "
I don't understand dance, I just think it's beautiful."
"Understanding beauty is already quite good. Many people only look at our bodies under the transparent gauze. It must be hard for you.
" "Damn, do you really think I'm a country bumpkin?" "
Thanks for the encouragement. But why do you wear transparent gauze?"
"You don't understand, art requires it. Nudity is also for art. But how many people in this world truly understand art?
" Qi Xiaoya said with emotion. Shang Rong decided to counterattack, not letting this young girl be so self-righteous. "
Since there are so few people in this world who understand art, does art still have any value? According to you, artists are just entertaining themselves? Besides, if art has to be stripped naked in front of everyone, that's not progress, it's degeneration."
Qi Xiaoya stared at Shang Rong for a while, then said irritably, "Fine, let's drink. This issue has never been resolved since ancient times. Hey! What do you do?"
Shang Rong pointed at her nose and said, "Vulgar!"
Qi Xiaoya laughed like a silver bell again. Looking at his watch, he said, "I have to go home, or Dad will be furious again. I'll go get dressed, would you like to walk me?"
"It would be my pleasure!"
As they exited, Shang Rong reached out to hail a taxi, but Qi Xiaoya said, "My house is just ahead, no need for a ride. Wouldn't you like to walk with me?"
"I'm worried you'll be cold."
"The strong liquor is taking effect now."
Shang Rong looked at the girl beside him, the faint fragrance wafting from her nose bringing back memories of his youth.
He had always looked down on couples strolling on the street, but now he understood the unique charm of such a stroll.
"What are you thinking about?"
Qi Xiaoya looked up at him.
"Guess?"
Qi Xiaoya pouted, "It's difficult. But I can roughly guess."
"Tell me,"
Shang Rong said with great interest.
"You were thinking about what kind of girl I am, whether I have a boyfriend, and things like that, and you were also thinking..."
Qi Xiaoya glanced at him and continued, "You were also thinking about when you could see me again. Right?"
Shang Rong smiled and said, "I'm not interested in your boyfriend, you're right about that last point."
"You're quite frank, I think the same as you, how about we become friends?"
Qi Xiaoya extended her small hand again. Shang Rong grasped it and didn't let go. Qi Xiaoya pulled her hand back and said, "I've arrived, thank you for bringing me, thank you for the tip."
Then she disappeared into the night.
Municipal Public Security Bureau Family Compound. It really was his daughter. What a small world.
That night, Zi Hui and Zhang Yan lay on the same bed chatting. Zi Hui didn't say anything for a long time after hearing Zhang Yan's words. It turned out that the old man was Zheng Gang's father with dementia.
Was Shang Rong's concern for Zheng Gang's father really out of friendship? Zi Hui had heard Shang Rong mention this Zheng Gang a few times.
She had invited him to her wedding with Shang Rong, but while Zhang Yan came, Zheng Gang didn't show up. She had never even met Shang Rong's rival, though his crimes were clearly documented in the newspapers. On the surface, it seemed natural for someone concerned about their old classmate's father after Zheng Gang's accident, given his demented father's lack of care. But everything involving this man seemed to have a story. Zheng Gang had fallen because of money, and Shang Rong was a businessman; why was Shang Rong getting so close to their family during this sensitive time? Remembering the man's mysterious movements recently, Zi Hui felt a sense of foreboding. She had to get to the bottom of things when she returned; some things couldn't be left unsaid.
"Zi Hui, what are you thinking about?"
Zhang Yan shook Zi Hui's shoulder.
"Nothing. Shang Rong should be back soon, right? Did he call you?"
Zi Hui didn't want to tell Zhang Yan about her questions.
Zhang Yan blinked mysteriously and said, "I don't believe he didn't call you. Are you missing him?
" Zi Hui blushed and said, "He only calls me about work. You, his wife, don't know his whereabouts."
Zhang Yan pouted and said, "Don't pretend. You think I don't know? That night you two..."
She whispered a few words in Zi Hui's ear.
Zi Hui blushed and lay down on the bed, covering her face with the blanket. "
You...you really are..."
Zhang Yan, jealous, slipped into Zi Hui's bed, and a struggle ensued. "
You've already done it
, why are you shy? I'm not jealous of you. Besides, you should be the one who's jealous."
Zhang Yan's magnanimity didn't appease Zi Hui. This thin veil had finally been torn down by Zhang Yan's few words. Without it, Zi Hui felt naked and exposed in front of Zhang Yan. It wasn't so much shame as embarrassment, and the embarrassment triggered a burst of anger.
Finally, enraged, Zi Hui threw off the covers, exposing her flushed, burning face to the air. "You're not ashamed, and I'm going all out too! That man was originally mine. If it weren't for you, I'd be the owner of this house now; you're the intruder. Don't you know about the Emperor's New Clothes? If you insist the emperor has no clothes, then we'll both be naked. Monkeys never laugh at each other for being naked. If I try to cover myself up, you'll only get more excited."
"Sister Zihui, don't be angry. It's all fate. Who told us we owed him in our past lives? I've always treated you like my own sister. How about he stays with you from now on?"
Zihui listened to Zhang Yan's blunt words, unsure if she was sincere or feigning ignorance. Turning her head, she saw genuine sincerity in Zhang Yan's eyes. Perhaps Yan Yan really is a completely innocent person. She loves Shang Rong too much, and she's willing to share him with me to keep him. Can I accept that? Is my love for Shang Rong as selfless as hers?
To be fair, Shang Rong isn't the type to mess around with women, but since he can sleep so openly in my bed with Yan Yan, who can guarantee he won't sleep with a third woman? There's no point in arguing with Yan Yan now; we should join forces to keep the man's heart. "
Sigh! It's just that guy got off easy. You'd better keep a close eye on him from now on. If anything happens, it'll be your responsibility."
Zihui really scolded Zhang Yan like an older sister.
“I can’t control him, you’re better suited to manage him,”
Zhang Yan pouted.
Zi Hui hugged Zhang Yan and said, “You have to think of a way! You must be a lazy woman, otherwise why does he always act like a wolf when he comes to my place? Can’t you let him have his fill?”
Zhang Yan buried her head in Zi Hui’s arms and said aggrievedly, “What can I do? Every time he makes me… half to death…”
Zi Hui muttered to herself, “I don’t know why he’s so powerful now. He wasn’t like this before. It seems money is to blame.”
“Sister Zi Hui, tell me the truth, do you miss him?”
“Yes! And you, you tell me the truth too.”
Zi Hui rubbed Zhang Yan’s bottom and said.
“I look forward to his return every day.”
The two women talked about their men, hugging each other even tighter, both feeling the heat and agitation in each other’s bodies.

Chapter 26 Divine Light Reappears
Shang Rong returned to the old house after sending Qi Xiaoya off. There were no lights in the surrounding buildings. He stepped into the stairwell and stomped his foot, but the motion-activated lights didn’t turn on. Damn it, the power’s out again. Shang Rong groped his way up to the fifth floor. Just as he was about to unlock the door, he sensed something was wrong. Why was only the fifth floor brightly lit? Looking up, he saw the light streaming in through the open skylight. The moonlight was truly bright tonight. The strong liquor in Shang Rong's stomach was already taking effect; he felt burning restless and couldn't sleep at all. He grabbed a nearby ladder and climbed to the roof.
Although a cold wind was blowing on the roof, Shang Rong didn't feel cold because of the strong liquor. Looking up, the sky was shrouded in mist; there was no moon, not a single star. Where was the light coming from? A thought struck him.
He looked around. The effects of the liquor instantly wore off. It was that thing. He had almost forgotten about it. Now it had reappeared.
Caught off guard, Shang Rong was startled by the beam of light in the corner, breaking out in a cold sweat. The light seemed a little brighter than before, and the mist inside was still swirling. Shang Rong stared at it, speechless for a moment.
"You seem to have forgotten our contract. It's almost time, I've come specifically to remind you."
The voice that came from the thing startled Shang Rong so much that she almost jumped up. It was Zhang Yan's voice. But it was completely lifeless.
It was as if Zhang Yan's ghost was speaking.
"Change your voice, I can't stand it."
Shang Rong almost shouted.
"Don't you like hearing your lover's voice? How about this?"
It changed to Zi Hui's voice again, oh my god, it was like a devil.
"A little trick, and you're so uneasy? Devils only exist in your human hearts. You have a devil in your heart, your soul is very uneasy."
Finally, it changed to a strange woman's voice. Shang Rong slowly breathed a sigh of relief.
"What devil is in my heart?"
Shang Rong wanted to verify her conscience.
"That's just some little trick you use on your fellow humans, I have no interest in it. Are you ready for the job?"
"Ready for what? How do I work?"
"You know very well, so don't pretend. Remember, come here on the night of the Spring Equinox. If you don't come, you will be punished."
She remembered that this thing had said last time that it had no offensive capabilities. Shang Rong's courage slowly grew. "I acknowledge the contract. I want to ask, what exactly have you done for me in the past period of time?"
"All soul condensers ask this question, and after they succeed, they attribute the credit to themselves. How many condensers have been destroyed by human greed and arrogance over thousands of years? Didn't you want to go to the temple to worship Buddha? I am your Buddha. I don't want to tell you the cause and effect here, but I hope you won't have that kind of thought again, it's very dangerous for you."
Damn, it knows my thoughts about worshipping Buddha, then what about me doesn't it know? Shang Rong suddenly felt like he was naked and exposed to the light of day.
"Only you humans like to pry into other people's privacy. I do know everything about you, including your every thought. Except for the bioelectricity that is harmful to us, we are not interested in anything else. When you do something—what you call 'shameful'—would you be embarrassed by the existence of a tree? So, to you, I am that tree. You can do your thing and don't need to care about this tree. But if you want to cut down this tree, then we can't help but be interested." "You humans often say, 'There are gods three feet above your head,' but you still do whatever you want, don't you? To you
, I am the god above you. If you have no intention of harming us, you can pretend I don't exist. But if you have any intention of breaking the agreement, I'll be above you." Shang Rong listened, stunned and speechless. Suddenly, he wondered if his identity as a soul condenser could help him escape the disaster, because judging from the current situation, trouble might arise at any time. Just as he thought of this, the thing spoke.
"I told you last time that we don't want to create a god for humans. But in order to keep the work of the condensers continuous, we endow them with abilities beyond human comprehension, but these abilities are not infinite. In addition, condensers also have different levels. The higher the level, the stronger the ability. Sometimes, for a special condenser, we even endow it with the ability of physical immortality, but such examples are rare."
Physical immortality? Isn't that eternal life? Could there really be such a magic? Then are the legendary immortals in history true? It turns out that these robots were the culprits. "What level do I belong to?"
Shang Rong asked with longing.
"Lowest level. First of all, don't call us robots. We are not human. 'Machine' is a name only the gods who created us deserve. To you humans, I am God. I know what you're thinking. Your level is currently the lowest. Anyone with a slightly strong physique could attack and destroy you, so I've given you the ability to evade. Most importantly, I've given you the ability to weigh the pros and cons. Don't be a show-off. Don't make too many enemies, and do more good deeds. I'm not thinking of humanity's best interests, but only of yours, after all, you are my condenser. Of course, if you work efficiently, your level and abilities will increase, but never dream of immortality. Otherwise, your soul will eventually leak out, and you'll lose your function as a condenser. Look at human history, how many legends of immortality are there? Being our condenser is already your good fortune."
Shang Rong felt slightly discouraged, but still unwilling to give up. "My family, I mean, my women, could they also have some special abilities?"
"They'll always be ordinary people. No matter how high your level, they won't change. Besides, women are as numerous as ants on Earth, why should you care about them? My condensers never lack women."
Shang Rong protested, "We humans are emotional beings."
"Emotions? Your human survival goals are nothing more than appetite and sexual desire. On this basis, interdependence arises between organisms, which you call emotions. And you even believe that the existence of emotions is a mark of advanced beings—what a foolish idea! The existence of emotions determines the limitations of Earth's creatures, because without emotions you would feel lonely, lose your vitality, and emotions also bring greed, depravity, ambition, war, and many other harmful human behaviors. Even what you call noble emotions seems ridiculous to us. Look at those outstanding representatives of humanity; they are even willing to sacrifice the enjoyment of living for the benefit of humanity, but would they have any emotions towards beings other than humans? In the end, it's just an insignificant biological characteristic within humanity, a characteristic that exists even in anthills, you just don't know it."
Listening to the machine's long-winded speech, Shang Rong was confused, but there was one point he disagreed with. "You are advanced beings? But I haven't seen you care for beings lower than yourself! Not only that, you also steal human souls."
The machine actually let out a laugh, but it sounded jarring. "Just imagine, what would happen to this universe if humanity reached our level? I believe there would only be two people left on Earth. One would be what you call the bravest, and the other would survive solely because of her gender, because of the need for mating and reproduction. Then the new humans they reproduced would become their slaves, and they would become gods. The history of humanity on Earth would be the history of slaves and gods. And we've been visiting Earth for hundreds of millions of years. If we interfered, would there still be any life on Earth? For thousands of years, we've only been collecting human souls, which are of no use to you, like garbage. To be honest, we're cleaning up the garbage for Earth. I'm leaving now, do you have anything else to say?"
Shang Rong felt she had too many questions to ask, but didn't know where to begin. "What level do you think Earthlings can develop to?"
She regretted asking immediately. She wasn't a head of state; why was she concerned with such trivial matters?
"No era in human history has seen such immense and numerous changes as the present. Two hundred years ago, information traveled between cities slower than a horse, but today, it travels at the speed of light via telephone, telegraph, radio, or television. Communication speed has increased thirty million times in two hundred years. We believe that the same speed and scale of change will never occur again, because we believe your information can never travel faster than the speed of light.
" "Have you exceeded the speed of light?"
"There are already many intelligent beings in the universe that have reached the speed of light; we call them light-speed intelligence. We no longer have the concept of the speed of light. We only talk about times the speed of light. Based on time calculations, humanity hasn't had time to develop to that stage, so we've never taken any preventative measures against life on Earth.
" "What do you mean by 'no time'? You're not spreading theories about the destruction of the Earth, are you?"
"I can tell you this: all of humanity's faith, all its inspiration, all the brilliance of human genius, are destined to perish with the collapse of the solar system. The temples of all human achievements will inevitably be buried in the ruins of the collapsing universe. All of this is beyond doubt; any philosophy that denies it has no hope of success. In fact, our work now is building a future for your souls. Your scientists have discovered the second law of thermodynamics and the meaning of the dying universe, so human existence is ultimately worthless."
Shang Rong only half understood and was about to ask more when the machine impatiently said, "You might not understand even if I explain more. I'm leaving. Remember, you are a soul condenser; don't break your promise."
The light gradually dimmed and finally disappeared, returning the rooftop to its proper darkness. Shang Rong stood there, thinking about the conversation, feeling a mix of excitement, hesitation, and confusion.
A soul condenser. What would Zi Hui say? What would Zhang Yan say? Tell everyone I'm a soul condenser? Who the hell would believe that? They'd just think I'm crazy. Damn it, I can't worry about that anymore. I'm going home tomorrow. My little beauties, your soul condenser is back.

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