[Urban] Urban Loss of Virginity (Complete) - 10

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Chapter 36 Betrayal for Love
Shang Rong returned home and saw Yang Sao watering the flowers. She asked, "Where are they?"
Yang Sao replied, "The two young ladies went to practice driving."
Shang Rong sat on the sofa and picked up a book, flipping through it. Two young ladies? That sounded awkward. How could those two even have the nerve to agree? "
Yang Sao, why do you call them 'young ladies'?"
Yang Sao stopped what she was doing and said, "We were trained at the housekeeping company. Women under forty who aren't married are called 'young ladies.'" She
wondered if this housekeeper knew anything about unlawful cohabitation. "
Men from twenty to one hundred years old are called 'Mr.'?"
Shang Rong teased.
"Mr. Li is joking. I've never been told what to call a one-hundred-year-old,"
Yang Sao said seriously.
"Don't call them 'young ladies' anymore, just call them 'little sisters.'"
"How can that be? You can't just call them that,"
Yang Sao insisted.
Then she heard the door open. Two women came in, chatting and laughing.
"The two young ladies are back,"
Yang Sao greeted them warmly. Shang Rong was both amused and exasperated.
"Shang Rong, I drove the car back today,"
Zhang Yan said excitedly, her face flushed.
"What's so strange about you driving the car back? I'd be surprised if the car drove you back,"
Zhang Yan said, slapping him on the head. "Ugh, you never even offer encouragement."
"I don't encourage anything that poses a danger to you,"
Shang Rong said lazily.
Zhang Yan snorted and went upstairs. Zi Hui, having changed her clothes, leaned against Shang Rong and said, "What are you pretending to read?"
Then she opened the cover, glanced at it, and said disdainfully, "What era are we living in? Still reading such an old-fashioned book."
Shang Rong grabbed her ear and said, "Our older generation all read this kind of book, so no one kept mistresses. Nowadays, people read new books, so they lie in nightclubs and don't want to go home, thinking about keeping mistresses all the time."
Zi Hui looked around and whispered, "What's the difference between you and those who keep mistresses?"
Shang Rong said confidently, "The difference is huge. I value family, no matter how many women I have. We all live together harmoniously, and I absolutely forbid anyone from going out on their own."
Suddenly, he wondered if Gao Yan could be considered going out on her own.
Zi Hui laughed and said, "Alright, alright, I won't chat with you anymore. I have something serious to tell you. The network engineering project is now on track, and I'm thinking of allocating some manpower and funds to invest in the home appliance industry. Although it's not particularly hot right now, the market will definitely be huge in the future. If we don't get involved early, we'll have to pay the price later. What do you think?"
Shang Rong didn't even look up from his book. He said casually, "What about the opinions of your advisors?"
Zi Hui said, "They naturally agree with my decision."
Shang Rong then looked up, seeing the woman's smug expression, and said, "You're starting to resemble your husband a bit."
Zi Hui shook Shang Rong's arm and said coquettishly, "They asked for your opinion. Do you agree or not?"
Shang Rong laughed, "If you need money, just say so. If you don't have an opinion, just do what you think is good. This hesitant manner doesn't make you look like a boss."
Zi Hui pushed him and said, "
You're so rude." Shang Rong seemed to suddenly remember something and said, "Keep an eye on the finances at the entertainment center. If it doesn't work out, send someone over."
Zi Hui said, "You don't need to tell me that, I've already arranged it."
Shang Rong smiled and nodded, saying, "I forgot you are..."
He didn't finish his sentence because Zi Hui was already pinching him.
“There’s something else. I want to buy Yan Yan a car so she can drive around sometimes.”
Shang Rong looked at her and said, “Of course, you’re her sister. But if Yan Yan is missing a single hair, I’ll find it on you.”
Zi Hui rolled her eyes at him and said, “Look at your jinx.”
Shang Rong put down his book, pulled Zi Hui’s delicate body close, and buried his head in her neck, taking a deep sniff. “So fragrant!”
Zi Hui shrank back and said coquettishly, “What are you doing?”
Shang Rong held her full, round face in front of him and whispered in her ear, “Go take a shower, wash your little bottom clean, and wait in the bedroom.”
Zi Hui stared at the man and saw that he wasn’t joking. His wolfish eyes were full of desire, and she instantly became breathless. A blush crept onto her cheeks, her breasts heaved, and she hummed twice through her nose, whispering, “In broad daylight… Yan Yan…”
Before she could finish, Shang Rong reached into her crotch and began to rub her vigorously. Zi Hui couldn't help but gasp, her two tender lips suddenly becoming slippery. She buried her face in the man's arms, panting, "Yan Yan is taking a bath... completely naked... go and get her..."
Looking up, she saw the man's fiery gaze fixed on her relentlessly, and she softened her body, pleading, "Rong, tonight... tonight, okay... Hui Hui is all clean... so you can..."
At this moment, Shang Rong's penis was so hard it was about to explode. He was about to pick up the woman and take her upstairs when he saw Yang Sao coming out of the kitchen. Helpless, he had to put Zi Hui down temporarily and get up to go upstairs, his mind filled with the image of Zhang Yan's plump body soaking in the bathtub. Damn it, it seems I'll have to go and fuck Yan Yan first. I'll enjoy this little vixen Zi Hui tonight.
Gao Yan couldn't help but admire Shang Rong's sensitivity. Back then, Shang Rong saw through her underlying intention in choosing Zhang Ming at a glance. The underlying meaning was that if she were choosing a man, Zhang Ming would be her first choice. Although she didn't publicly admit it at the time, it was all because of the subtle relationship between her and Shang Rong. After her feelings had settled for a while, and when she examined Shang Rong from a distance, she found herself experiencing an unprecedented emotional journey.
It all started with that opening ceremony. The tedious preparations before the opening led to several nights of almost all-night work sessions between Zhang Ming, the deputy general manager of the entertainment center, and Gao Yan, the company's HR manager. It all seemed like it had been planned in advance. On the man's side, he had already secretly taken a liking to the woman at their first meeting, while the woman's goal was even clearer; when recruiting this role, she simply used her ideal husband as a benchmark. So, on those warm nights, the two were both partners and accomplices, tacitly delaying their work to find a reasonable excuse for their lingering affection. Outside, the cold wind howled; inside, spring was in the air. A lone man and a lone woman. Dry wood and raging fire. Love at first sight. Two passionate hearts slowly drew closer. The man's gentle gaze, the woman's shy, hesitant eyes, a knowing whisper, and their hands accidentally touching. The woman's heaving breasts, the man's slightly heavy breathing. Although no physical intimacy occurred, the morning glory of love blossomed brightly with ample nourishment.
Once Gao Yan was certain she loved Zhang Ming, the question of how to handle her relationship with Shang Rong caused her much inner conflict. She felt no shame about her relationship with Shang Rong, nor did she feel she had wronged Zhang Ming, whom she didn't even know at the time. As a woman, she admired strong men and couldn't resist the allure of successful men, but she knew it wasn't love. Take her relationship with Shang Rong, for example; she didn't love him, and she believed he wouldn't love her either. They were merely using each other to satisfy their own needs for passion. In Gao Yan's eyes, Shang Rong was a charming man; everything he offered her was unparalleled by any of her previous men. So she still felt grateful; she was willing to obey him, submit to him, and even allow him to brand her.
However, things have changed. She's fallen in love with a man, and she wants to end her wandering life, to stop being a sexual tourist, and to belong to a man. Therefore, Gao Yan is determined to sever her physical relationship with Shang Rong. Although she will remain his loyal confidante, this loyalty will no longer include offering her body. Otherwise, she would be letting Zhang Ming down, and she would never feel a sense of belonging. She decided to talk to Shang Rong. She didn't know how he would react, or if it would hurt his pride, but she couldn't delay any longer. So, last night, when Zhang Ming passionately embraced her and tried to penetrate her private parts, Gao Yan trembled but resolutely pushed him away. She could only proceed with ease after talking to Shang Rong.
Shang Rong received Gao Yan's call and realized it had been a long time since they had been together. Although he still frequently received calls from Gao Yan reporting her progress, they hadn't had any real contact. Flowers need timely watering to bloom long; with his laziness, how could the flower not wither? Shang Rong felt a pang of guilt towards the woman, but thinking of her physical needs, he also felt a surge of desire, wishing it would get dark immediately so he could make love to Gao Yan.
Shang Rong listened attentively to Gao Yan's words, but his anger grew stronger with each word she spoke. This was betrayal. Not only emotional betrayal, but also betrayal of his career. Even if she could find any other man, why did she have to choose him? Was she intentionally trying to humiliate him? How could he face anyone afterward? Besides, if these two got together, what secrets would be left? How would his future plans be implemented? He absolutely could not allow such a thing to happen. Could it be that they've already...? Shang Rong stood up from the sofa, grabbed the woman's arms, and asked fiercely, "You've already slept together?"
Looking at the man's wolfish eyes, Gao Yan felt a surge of fear, turned her head away, and trembled as she said, "No."
Shang Rong didn't seem to believe her, and said sharply, "Whether you have or not, wait until I've checked you. You already bear my mark, and now I'm going to deepen it."
He then forced Gao Yan face down onto the sofa. Gao Yan was only wearing thin pantyhose at home, and Shang Rong ripped them off along with her underwear. At first, Gao Yan struggled, but then, feeling the man's wildness, she stopped struggling and trembled as she submitted to his actions. When a sharp pain shot through her, she realized that the man and Director Wu were on the same path. She fainted under the man's cruel assault.
After Gao Yan tearfully recounted Shang Rong's brutality to Zhang Ming, she fully expected the man to gently hold her in his arms and comfort her. But she was disappointed.
Through her tear-filled eyes, she saw the man just sitting there, head down, smoking, not saying a word. Gao Yan seemed to understand the unspoken message of his silence. She stopped crying. After being raped by Director Wu last time, at least that man had shown her some compassion, but this one hadn't even glanced at her. He thought she was dirty. A wave of heart-wrenching sorrow washed over her, and she felt she couldn't hold on any longer, but she didn't want to cry in front of this man anymore. She struggled to her feet and walked towards the door.
"Wait a minute,"
the man finally spoke. "
You should have told me all this sooner. Then none of this would have happened between us. I don't mean to look down on you. I know a little about your past. I don't care about other men, and it won't change my mind. But he's different. I've sworn to be loyal to him, to never betray him, let alone take his woman. It's just that we're not meant to be; you don't belong to me. I know you hate me now, please understand my predicament."
He then buried his head in his cigarette again.
Gao Yan sneered, "Don't give me any high-sounding excuses about loyalty. To put it bluntly, I was bought off with his money. I don't hate you anymore. I shouldn't have been so fickle. I'll go back now and be Shang Rong's mistress for the rest of my life. Are you satisfied now?"
Zhang Ming stood up excitedly and said, "But you have to understand, there are so many bosses in this world, but only he bought me. I used his money to cure my mother's illness. I used his money to support my younger siblings' schooling. He fulfilled all the wishes I couldn't achieve during my more than ten years in the army. Are you telling me all this today so I can compete with him for a woman? I only feel guilty towards him now because I haven't done enough for him. We have different ideas, so there's no need to argue anymore. I just want you to be happy."
Gao Yan stared at the man with a complex expression for a moment after hearing this, then sneered and walked out.

Chapter 37 Money Laundering Plan
Zi Hui was sitting in her office, resting with her eyes closed, thinking about hosting a banquet for the CEO of an electronics company that evening, when Gao Yan knocked on the door and came in. "
President Lin, I haven't been feeling well lately and would like to ask for a few days off to rest. Here is my leave slip. I've already told Xiao Yu about my work."
Zi Hui glanced at her face and asked softly, "Is it your period?"
Gao Yan shook her head. Zi Hui said, "Then you should go to the hospital and see a doctor for a check-up. Don't let it become a serious illness. Women should take care of themselves."
Gao Yan smiled faintly and said, "Thank you for your concern, President Lin."
Then she left. Qiao Fei, who had just come in, saw her and turned to look at Gao Yan's back, saying, "Sister Zi Hui, Minister Gao has been acting strangely these past few days."
Zi Hui laughed and scolded, "What do you know, you little brat? You never even knock before coming in. You're the only one in the whole company who has no respect for your elders and doesn't take me, the general manager, seriously. Come here and massage my shoulders."
Qiao Fei said with a grin, "You're my sister, what's with all this 'general manager' stuff? It feels awkward to call you that."
It seemed to have become a habit for Zi Hui to have Qiao Fei massage her shoulders when there was nothing to do at the company; it was as if just seeing Qiao Fei's shoulders made her feel tingly. When those small hands gently massaged her shoulders, besides the physical comfort, she felt a tingling sensation in her heart, and was instantly filled with tenderness and affection for the girl behind her. She longed to hold her in her arms and kiss her deeply, and then… she didn't know what else to do, only a strange impulse stirring within her.
Unconsciously, Zi Hui gently stroked one of the small hands on her shoulder, her heart fluttering. Just as she was lost in this absurd experience, there was a knock at the door. It was Yang Jun.
Zi Hui had never liked Yang Jun, and her dislike for him had only intensified after the construction site incident. If it were up to her, she would have kicked him out of the company long ago, but Shang Rong disagreed and even made him the general manager of the entertainment center. Zi Hui couldn't understand why men were so lenient about this.
"What is Mr. Yang doing here instead of tending to his business at the entertainment center?"
Zi Hui asked casually.
"Sister-in-law, I'm here on business. I'd also like to invite you to the entertainment center tonight to see a model show. Please invite President Shang along too."
The way she addressed her as "sister-in-law" pleased Zi Hui; it sounded much better than using her title, because this form of address signified her legal status as a woman.
"Great! Sister Zi Hui, I want to go too!"
Qiao Fei exclaimed first.
Zi Hui turned around and glared at the girl, then said to Yang Jun, "Mr. Yang, you didn't really invite me sincerely, did you? Otherwise, why would you pick a time when I'm not free? I think you really wanted to invite Shang Rong, and I was just tagging along."
Yang Jun chuckled dryly, "What, do you have a social engagement tonight, sister-in-law?"
Zi Hui said helplessly, "I've already made an appointment, I can't cancel."
Yang Jun said with a regretful expression, "Then I'll arrange another time next time. Please pass on the message to Mr. Shang."
Zi Hui smiled mysteriously and said, "How's business lately?"
Yang Jun said proudly, "It's booming, the turnover is increasing every day."
Zi Hui said, "Otherwise, you wouldn't have asked Shang Rong to come and check it out. But you're quite capable in managing the entertainment center, and your performance is good. Shang Rong even praised you last time, saying that your talents are best suited to the bright lights and bustling atmosphere. But don't get arrogant, don't be like last time..."
Yang Jun was now afraid to bring up that embarrassing incident from last time, so he quickly said, "Please don't worry, sister-in-law. I'm going back now."
He then slipped away.
Qiao Fei shook Zi Hui's shoulder and said coquettishly, "Sister Zi Hui, we couldn't go last time, and this time..."
Zi Hui didn't need to turn around to imagine the girl's cute pouting face. Her heart softened, and she took the girl's hand, saying, "Alright! Stop being so coquettish. How old are you? Let your older brother take you tonight."
Qiao Fei happily kissed Zi Hui on the cheek and said, "Sister Zi Hui still loves me the most."
This kiss made Zi Hui's heart flutter. Of course I love you, you're my precious darling. Zi Hui thought dreamily.
Since Yang Jun started running the entertainment center, he seemed to have changed completely. He spent all his time there, eating, drinking, and even relieving himself, never going home. According to Zhang Ming's report, apart from his habit of frequenting prostitutes, Yang Jun didn't seem to have any other vices. On the contrary, he was very dedicated and often came up with new tricks for running the business. Under his management, the entertainment center's business flourished, and its reputation grew. This made some competitors envious.
Shang Rong didn't attend the opening ceremony, and Yang Jun, unsure of his boss's intentions, didn't bother to guess. Shang Rong was becoming increasingly unpredictable. He was slightly disappointed, as he had put in considerable effort for the opening and wanted to impress his boss and showcase his abilities.
Afterward, Yang Jun called Shang Rong every few days, initially mentioning a certain type of woman who had arrived and inviting him to see her. Later, after being reprimanded by Shang Rong, the calls decreased. This time, Yang Jun used the pretext of inviting Zi Hui to a performance to actually show Shang Rong the entertainment center's performance and then discuss his development plans to secure company investment. Although Zi Hui was now in charge, major investments ultimately required Shang Rong's approval.
Shang Rong hadn't planned to see any model performances, but Zi Hui said she had promised Qiao Fei and asked him to bring Qiao Fei along. Shang Rong couldn't refuse any longer, and besides, taking Qiao Fei there was indeed a good idea.
Yang Jun was extremely excited to see that Shang Rong had actually come this time. He and Zhang Ming first accompanied Shang Rong to the arcade, sauna, and lounge. Qiao Fei clamored to play games, so Zhang Ming took her. Here, Yang Jun led Shang Rong to the nightclub and led her into a VIP room. After the waiter served snacks and drinks... Seeing the boss's gentle expression, Yang Jun seized the opportunity to say, "Mr. Shang, I have an idea and would like to ask for your opinion."
Shang Rong took a sip of red wine and said, "Go ahead." "
There are two floors in the building next door that are currently being rented out, with an area of about 1,000 square meters. My idea is to open a restaurant there. The catering industry is booming right now, wouldn't it be a waste if we didn't invest?"
Shang Rong laughed, "Your appetite is getting bigger and bigger. Can you manage such a large operation?"
Yang Jun chuckled dryly, "Of course I can't manage it all by myself, we can hire more people!"
Shang Rong pondered for a moment and said, "You're quite adept at these food, drink, and entertainment businesses. Have you done any budgeting? Bring me your specific plans sometime. But isn't the building next door five floors? Isn't renting only two floors a bit small?"
Yang Jun hadn't expected his boss to be so ambitious. "
Taking down all five floors will require an investment of tens of millions. Does the company currently have that much money? I'd love to expand the scale; a larger scale makes us more competitive."
Shang Rong looked at Yang Jun and said, "We're no longer the individual business we used to be. If we're going to do something, we need to go for a higher level. As for funding, we'll go to the bank!"
"I'm afraid our company can't borrow that much money,"
Yang Jun said doubtfully.
Shang Rong said, "As long as someone guarantees it, there won't be a problem. I've already chosen a company; you might have heard of it. It's Taiji Company. They're practically begging to guarantee it for us. I'll say it again: you first come up with the plan and budget, and I'll figure out the funding."
Yang Jun hadn't expected that Shang Rong could resolve the issue he'd been pondering for so long in just a few words. Now he truly felt his boss's unfathomable wisdom.
Shang Rong handed him a cigarette and said, "Yang Jun, I have to warn you, don't make any mistakes now that business is going well."
Yang Jun said shamefully, "President Shang, I made mistakes before, but now I'm wholeheartedly dedicated to working for you. I have no ulterior motives."
Just then, Qiao Fei and Zhang Ming entered. Yang Jun said, "The singers are here. You guys sing first, I'll go out and take a look, then I'll watch the performance later."
Qiao Fei's singing voice was quite good, and she sang with a professional flair. Shang Rong clapped his hands and said, "Fei'er, it's a real pity you don't sing. Why don't we try going to CCTV?"
Qiao Fei blushed and said, "Big brother, you're just teasing me. If I went to CCTV and stood there, I'd faint."
Shang Rong pouted and said, "You're so pathetic."
Shang Rong glanced at Zhang Ming, who hadn't said a word yet. It must be because of Gao Yan. He needed to find time to talk to him, lest he get stuck on this. "
Zhang Ming, don't just sit there, have a drink!"
Zhang Ming said, "President Shang, I'm at work right now, I can't drink."
Shang Rong laughed and said, "That's just like a soldier. Okay, since you're at work, I don't need you to keep me company. Go take care of your business. Let's go target practice in a couple of days."
After Zhang Ming left, Qiao Fei exclaimed, "Big brother, I've never fired a gun before, take me with you. Let me experience it."
Shang Rong didn't answer the girl's question, but looked at her and said, "You've changed a lot since the first time I met you. Back then you were like a wronged little wife, you didn't have this kind of energy now."
Qiao Fei said shyly, "I didn't know you back then."
Shang Rong said, "So, you're competitive now."
Qiao Fei stared at the TV screen and said, "That depends on what aspect."
Shang Rong wanted to tease her because of her reserved demeanor. "
For example, when it comes to dating,"
Qiao Fei blushed again and whispered, "that's where I'm worst."
Shang Rong laughed, "I didn't expect Fei'er to be so modest. With your looks, do you even need to compete?"
Qiao Fei blushed and started singing again. Shang Rong sipped his wine, thoughtfully observing the girl's delicate face. Her swan-like neck was something none of his other women could match, especially her pointed shoulders and the two tender breasts that were faintly visible, which gave her an indescribable pure charm. However, it was precisely this purity that often aroused a man's desire to conquer. At this moment, Shang Rong felt a warm current surging in his lower abdomen. Just as Shang Rong was distracted by Qiao Fei, Yang Jun came in and invited the two of them to see a performance. Shang Rong said, "You take Fei'er to see it, I'll just sit here."
Qiao Fei came over and took his arm, saying, "Come with me, Mr. Yang said the level is quite high."
Shang Rong had no choice but to be pulled out by Qiao Fei.

Chapter 38 Model's Horror
Shang Rong hadn't seen a T-shaped stage in the ballroom last time he was here; this stage seemed to have been temporarily set up by Yang Jun. Several models had already begun their performance on stage. Shang Rong glanced at them and knew that the so-called model performance was actually a nude show. The models didn't have many outfits; they were just wearing different styles of lingerie and swimwear, mainly to expose their sensitive areas. However, having a model performance in a nightclub inherently changed its atmosphere. The customers here were diverse, mostly there for the women; how many understood fashion, and how many had experienced a fashionable lifestyle? Therefore, the models' performance at best only further stimulated the men's hormones, thus greatly increasing the women's willingness to go out.
Shang Rong stole a glance at Qiao Fei, noticing she seemed quite engrossed in what she was admiring. Perhaps she was admiring those tiny panties? This little girl probably hadn't worn such sexy panties before. Imagining Qiao Fei's shy demeanor in those sexy panties, Shang Rong felt a surge of desire.
"What a beautiful wedding dress!"
With Qiao Fei's exclamation, Shang Rong saw six female models in snow-white wedding gowns posing for the wedding march. In terms of both stage atmosphere and artistic style, these six models undoubtedly appeared more professional. "
These are recent graduates from art school. They're doing advertising for a wedding dress company. We only provide the performance venue; we don't have to pay a penny,"
Yang Jun whispered smugly in Shang Rong's ear.
Shang Rong chuckled inwardly. This guy was so stingy; he wouldn't even let a few students go to waste. Thinking this, she focused her attention on a model not far from her. The model was about 1.7 meters tall, with a cascading cascade of hair that contrasted sharply with her snow-white wedding dress. The sheer fabric couldn't conceal her graceful figure, and her supple body swayed gently, exuding an indescribable charm and beauty. The more Shang Rong looked at the model, the more familiar she seemed, but he couldn't quite place where he had seen her
before. He stared at the familiar figure on the stage, racking his brains, but he couldn't recall where he had seen her before. He was too embarrassed to ask Yang Jun, as he always presented a positive image to Yang Jun, and it would be impolite to inquire about the background of a beautiful woman.
But curiosity prevailed, and he patted Yang Jun, who was drooling, and said, "That girl looks so familiar."
Yang Jun asked doubtfully, "Really? That girl is the leader of those six people. I treated them to a late-night snack last night. They're a small modeling team. The girl's name is Qi Xiaoya." "What's her name?"
Shang Rong thought he had misheard.
"Her name is Qi Xiaoya. She's been performing here for several days now, I know her well."
Suddenly, he felt the boss was acting strangely. Had the boss taken a liking to this girl? Oh well, bad luck. He was hoping to develop a relationship with her, but since the boss liked her, there was nothing he could do. Luckily, the others were pretty good too. "
Should I arrange for her to have a late-night snack with you tonight?"
Yang Jun said, winking.
Shang Rong naturally understood Yang Jun's meaning, but Yang Jun had no idea of the shock and confusion Shang Rong was feeling. Shang Rong ignored Yang Jun's words, stood up, left the performance hall, went to the corridor, lit a cigarette, and squinted, deep in thought.
He finally remembered that this model was the girl who danced at the Wild Wolf Bar. Her name was Qi Xiaoya, and that one was also named Qi Xiaoya. Clearly, he had called this Qi Xiaoya to work as a hostess, but a different Qi Xiaoya had arrived.
Were there two Qi Xiaoyas at the Wild Wolf Bar that night? Did the waiter call the wrong person? No, he didn't know the girl's name at the time; he only learned the name Qi Xiaoya later while drinking. Why hadn't he noticed that the waiter hadn't called the lead dancer? She looked similar? Similar build and height, but not so similar as to be indistinguishable. The only explanation was the dim lighting and his own drinking, leading him to subconsciously assume the girl on stage was the one who arrived. He hadn't expected the waiter to switch her. Why? Was the girl his friend? Impersonating Qi Xiaoya? Or also named Qi Xiaoya? Just trying to get her a tip? Possibly, but she'd already received the tip, so why was she still clinging to him? Was there another motive?
No! No! He was thinking in the wrong direction. It's normal for two girls to have the same name and gender; it's not unusual for two students in the same school to share the same name. But what are the odds of two girls in the same major at the same school using the same name? Which of these two is the real Qi Xiaoya? One of them must be an imposter.
Shang Rong stood there, his temples throbbing, his mind a jumbled mess, unable to make sense of it all. Guessing was useless; once he saw the model Qi Xiaoya, everything would become clear.
"Big brother, why are you hiding here all by yourself? I've been looking for you for ages."
Qiao Fei pouted, standing behind him.
"Is the performance over? Let's go."
Shang Rong didn't even say goodbye to Yang Jun, grabbing Qiao Fei's hand and walking out.
After taking Qiao Fei home, Shang Rong called Zhang Ming on the way back. "
Chief Qi Shundong of the Municipal Public Security Bureau has a daughter. Find out her name, and it would be best if you could get a photo of her."
After hanging up, Shang Rong had a vague feeling that Qi Xiaoya in the old house wasn't after his money. She had successfully gotten close to him and moved into his house. Thinking of her pure and beautiful face, Shang Rong couldn't help but shudder.
At this moment, Sun Xiaoyu, who was using the alias Qi Xiaoya in Shang Rong's old house, was also awake. She had just spoken to Qi Shundong on the phone and learned that her superior hadn't found anything valuable from the old monk. Strangely, Qi Shundong told her that the old monk had now disappeared, and several investigators in the bureau hadn't been able to find any trace of him. When Qi Shundong told her these things, he concealed the monk's nonsense about his lifespan.
Judging from her superior's tone, the bureau was clearly pinning its hopes on her. It seemed that her current relationship with Shang Rong was far from enough to make a breakthrough. Did she really have to develop a romantic relationship with him to complete the mission?
Recalling Shang Rong's agitated state that morning and the insulting words he uttered, Sun Xiaoyu sensitively believed that Shang Rong was jealous—jealous of a man who didn't even exist. He liked her, or was possessive of her. Otherwise, why would he have thrown such a tantrum over her one night out? And how did
he determine that she had gone out that day? It seemed this man possessed a frighteningly meticulous and observant ability. Fortunately, she had been careful, and everything was progressing smoothly so far. The current reality was to minimize the time she spent entangled with Shang Rong, but did she really have to sleep with him? Was she really going to sacrifice her virginity for this money? She had expressed her stance in front of the superior that day. Weighing the pros and cons, was the money more important, or her virginity?
The concept of virginity was too outdated; for her, it only referred to her hymen. But it has broader implications for my future life. I will have a husband, children, and my own home. Could I possibly erase all the traces this man left on me, both psychologically and physically? Especially if this man is a real criminal, wouldn't I be... being...taken by a criminal? Sun Xiaoyu touched her face, her cheeks burning hot without her realizing it. That night, Sun Xiaoyu tossed and turned in bed with this man who was both strange and familiar, unable to fall asleep. When she woke up in the morning, she felt a wet, slippery sensation between her legs. Reaching out to touch it, she recalled the erotic dream from the previous night, and couldn't help but blush and feel her heart pound. If only he were an innocent man! God help me not to fall in love with a criminal.
Old Maozi Feng Yangge and several of his men had been waiting in the office for almost an hour, and the agreed time had already passed by more than ten minutes. Feng Yangge paced back and forth in the room, cursing Shang Rong for his lack of integrity. "
What do you think this kid will do?"
Feng Yangge asked, looking at the group.
Luo Na exhaled wisps of smoke, thinking to herself, "That Russian guy seems so confident on the surface, but he's actually quite insecure inside. Look at his anxious expression; how can he compare to that pretty boy?" After her recent conversation with the pretty boy, Luo Na seemed to have discovered a wider world. Feng Yangge's god-like status in her eyes had been destroyed by the pretty boy in bed, and the scales in her heart began to sway, just like her fickle nature, momentarily lost.
Wang Guangming, trying to decipher his boss's meaning, said, "Since he's here, it means he's afraid of us."
The Russian guy grunted and started pacing back and forth again.
The office door opened to both sides, and two bodyguards accompanied a young man in a leather jacket as he entered. Feng Yangge had heard Luo Na describe Shang Rong's appearance and other features that interested him, and the man matched those descriptions perfectly.
Feng Yangge stepped forward. "
You must be Shang Rong from Huiya Company."
Shang Rong nodded, his eyes scanning the others. When his gaze met Luo Na's, he clearly saw the woman wink at him. This little vixen, so she's a key figure in Taiji Company after all. "
I am Shang Rong, and you must be Chairman Feng Yangge, nicknamed 'Old Russian'."
Shang Rong said, looking at the polar bear who was half a head taller than him.
Feng Yangge paused for a moment, then burst into laughter. "
I didn't expect Mr. Shang to know my nickname! You must have put in a lot of effort on me. Please have a seat."
Shang Rong sat down on a single sofa and said, "Likewise. If I, Shang Rong, accept a gift and the giver doesn't even know it, wouldn't that be impolite? But I haven't decided on a return gift for Mr. Feng yet, so I'd like to hear Mr. Feng's opinion today."
Damn! Daring to threaten me. Feng Yangge returned to the back of the executive desk and casually half-reclined in the executive chair, saying, "I'll accept any gift from Mr. Shang without hesitation. I, Feng Yangge, just like doing challenging business."
Shang Rong sneered and said, "I've heard about it, otherwise how could your brother Feng Yangliang have died in the Gobi Desert of Central Asia?"
Hearing this, the subordinates present were all startled. Feng Yangge slowly sat up straight, his eyes fixed on his opponent, his eyes flashing with fire, as if he was about to explode. The office was so quiet that you could hear each other's heartbeats.
Feng Yangge was about to explode, but he still managed to suppress his anger. Because he hadn't yet discussed the purpose of calling him here today, he figured he could deal with him later. Thinking this, Feng Yangge smiled instead of getting angry. "You've got
guts! These young people these days are really bold! You've got guts!"
Shang Rong thought, knowing when to stop, lest he really provoke the Russian into a frenzy, otherwise his goal would be impossible to achieve. "
Mr. Feng, we're both businessmen. We seek profit, not pride; we make friends, not enemies. I, Shang Rong, didn't come here today to oppose you. I sincerely came to hear what good advice you have, Mr. Feng. Right now, cooperation is the key to business; undermining each other benefits no one. You're a veteran in the business world; I think you understand these principles even better than I do." After listening
to Shang Rong's words, Feng Yangge narrowed his eyes and scrutinized him carefully. He then noticed that from the moment Shang Rong entered, this young man had been so composed, and his tone had consistently dominated him, making him appear very passive. He had to turn things around.
“Since you’re so sincere, I’ll be frank. You have thirty-eight prisons under your control for the prison bureau’s network project. Give me half of them.”
He finished speaking and stared at Shang Rong’s reaction.
Shang Rong took out a cigarette, lit it, and said slowly, “Since Mr. Feng has asked, how could I, brother, refuse? No problem.”
Feng Yangge seemed not to believe his ears, thinking Shang Rong was playing a trick on him. But looking at his opponent’s expression, he saw a serious look, not at all like he was joking.
“Really!”
Feng Yangge straightened up again and stared at Shang Rong, asking. Could things be that simple? Even if Shang Rong was afraid of him, he wouldn’t give in so easily; that wasn’t his character. There must be some strings attached. Sure
enough, after exhaling a puff of smoke, Shang Rong said, “From now on, we’re partners. Since we’re partners, I’d like to ask Mr. Feng to do me a favor.”
Feng Yangge knew there was no such thing as a free lunch, but he didn’t know how high his opponent’s price would be. "
Tell me about it."
"Since I've given half of the project to Mr. Feng, my company will have a lot more idle staff, and I need to settle them! So I'm planning to take on two other projects, with a funding gap of 50 million. I have plenty of money in the bank, but unfortunately, I lack a guarantor. My idea is to ask Mr. Feng to act as a guarantor. With Mr. Feng's strength and prestige, the bank should be willing to lend a mere 50 million."
Feng Yangge narrowed his eyes and pondered. Acting as a third-party guarantor in the name of the company wouldn't be a problem, but he wondered what this kid was going to do with 50 million in loans, and whether it was reliable. If it was a solid business, he wouldn't lose a penny. "
What projects are you planning to take on?"
Shang Rong said casually, "Just two small projects, a restaurant and a cultural communication company."
Feng Yangge thought to himself, he knew a little about restaurants, which seemed like a safe business. As for the cultural communication company, he had no idea what that was; he had absolutely no interest in culture. "
Brother, you're too greedy. If you lose 50 million on a loan, wouldn't all my efforts have been for nothing?"
Shang Rong laughed. "Mr. Feng, you're playing dumb. Even a fifth-grader could do this. How can it be a waste of time? My counter-guarantee far exceeds the risk you're taking. Besides, I, Shang Rong, am not an idiot. How could I easily lose money?"
Feng Yangge pondered for a moment. What he said was true, but… "
How about this, give me two days, I'll think about it and then give you an answer."
Shang Rong stood up and said, "Take your time to think it over, I'm not in a hurry."
Seeing that the discussion was almost over, Feng Yangge also stood up to see him off. Shang Rong turned back and said, "Mr. Feng, I'd like to treat you all tonight. I'd like to invite you to my entertainment center for some fun. I know you also own entertainment venues, but a change of pace would be nice."
Feng Yangge was stunned for a moment, then laughed loudly, "Great! I'll definitely go and check it out."
This young man is getting more and more interesting.
A cell phone ring woke Sun Xiaoyu from her sleep. Looking at her phone, she saw it was Qi Shundong calling. Qi Shundong didn't tell her what had happened on the phone. Xiaoyu thought that calling her back to the station at 3 AM must mean something important, and it must be related to Shang Rong. Sure enough
, when she entered, she saw Qi Shundong and Director Zhang Aijun already sitting in the small conference room waiting for her, both smoking and not saying a word. As soon
as Xiaoyu entered, she asked, "Has the escape plan been approved?" Qi Shundong sneered, "No need for approval. Zheng Gang escaped from the Second Prison Hospital an hour ago."
"Such a big thing and you didn't even inform me beforehand."
Xiaoyu still didn't seem to understand Qi Shundong's meaning.
Zhang Aijun said self-deprecatingly, "It's not that we didn't inform you, it's that Zheng Gang didn't inform us beforehand."
Xiaoyu was speechless with shock.
"Those sons of bitches in the detention center!"
Qi Shundong slammed his fist on the conference table.
Zhang Aijun said sternly to Sun Xiaoyu, "The news of Zheng Gang's prison break is still under wraps. The manhunt has been arranged, and the leaders from the department are coming here for a meeting soon, which you won't have time to attend. The most important thing now is your situation. You need to find a way to get close to Shang Rong and try to prevent him from having any time alone. Of course, we've also arranged a team to monitor him. You need to stay in touch with the monitoring team and report Shang Rong's every move. In addition, we've also arranged manpower with his ex-wife and his father. Remember, you must keep a close eye on Shang Rong."
Qi Shundong stood up and said, "Although Zheng Gang's prison break is still under wraps, I believe this secret won't last long. Shang Rong will soon find out the truth and will definitely take action. Xiaoyu, Zheng Gang's prison break has provided us with an opportunity, but it has also increased the danger to your safety. You must be careful! Prevent Zheng Gang and Shang Rong from resorting to desperate measures. The most important thing is that we absolutely cannot let Zheng Gang get any financial assistance from Shang Rong. Once Zheng Gang has financial support, it will make the pursuit more difficult. If he escapes overseas, it will be troublesome."
Sun Xiaoyu felt her superior's words were harsh again. Would Shang Rong kill her? ( Chapter
39 of "The Lost Virginity in the City" -

Chapter 39: The Director's Daughter)
In Qi Xiaoya's mind, her father was just a concept during her childhood. In her memory, her father was like an old photograph, always blurry.
At that time, she lived with her mother, and her father would always appear unexpectedly, and then leave in a hurry before she could remember what he looked like. Over time, Xiaoya's understanding of "father" became: a man who would come home on time, sit down, and keep her mother busy. At school, whenever someone asked, "What does your father do? Where does he work?" Xiaoya would always answer with three words: "I don't know." One day, her father finally came home, and her mother happily told her that the three of them would live together from now on. Hearing this, Xiaoya felt a long-held fantasy. She imagined that the stern-faced man would become kinder, and it was because of this longing that she began to call him "Dad."
But ultimately, she was disappointed. She found that the man who came home had unknowingly become the lord of the house. Unless he was away, whenever he returned, her mother would always bring him slippers first, then start busying herself in the kitchen, while he would sit on the sofa with his legs crossed, drinking tea and reading the newspaper. Of course, sometimes he would talk to her, always starting with "What do you want?" or "You should do this?" and ending with "Do you understand?" Sometimes... He would also scold her harshly.
Most of the time, Xiaoya didn't see him. He was often not home when she went to bed at night, and in the morning he was either still in bed or had already left. Even if they met briefly, he would look at her suspiciously, as if she had done something wrong again.
Whenever she heard her mother rummaging in the kitchen late at night, she felt a burning hatred, blaming her mother for being useless. Occasionally, when she heard her mother's painful groans coming from the bedroom, she hated that man to death, her heart burning with rage, unable to sleep all night. Qi Xiaoya summarized in her diary: "In short, he brings my mother endless toil, and me a heavy burden of thoughts. Are all fathers in the world like this? If so, I would rather live with my mother than have this so-called father." This kind of life continued until she graduated from high school .
She was admitted to the provincial art school and moved into the dormitory. She went home to visit her mother once a week, always calling first to avoid running into that person. But he suddenly became concerned about her, asking her all sorts of questions whenever they met, like interrogating a criminal. He even interfered with what kind of friends she made and what kind of classmates she associated with. Once, he even went to the school to inquire about the situation from the teachers, which made Xiaoya feel extremely ashamed and indignant.
In her junior year of college, Xiaoya and a few close classmates formed a small dance team, performing in bars and nightclubs to earn some pocket money and also to express their youthful passion. But things just happened to be so coincidental. Once, during a performance at a nightclub, he saw her and called her back from school, interrogating her for nearly an hour. Finally, Xiaoya clearly told him that she hadn't worked at a nightclub, taken tips, or slept with men. She also told him not to meddle anymore. The man then slapped her hard across the face, a slap that completely shattered the father-daughter relationship. Although he later offered a hesitant apology, Xiaoya no longer needed it. From then on, Xiaoya gained true freedom and began her modeling career.
Shang Rong regretted not buying a city map. Cotton Street. Never heard of it. He felt that riding a bicycle was better than driving; at least it was easier to ask for directions that way. He drove and stopped frequently. After asking seven or eight people, I finally found Cotton Street in the southeast corner of the city.
It was an ordinary little street, lined with old buildings of varying heights and sizes. Some of the houses were illegal privately built residences. It was another piece of land not yet included in the developers' plans. It seemed this city still had considerable potential for real estate development; at least its land resources were plentiful. The government's urban renewal plans were progressing at a snail's pace. If the government relied solely on it, the city would forever remain like a patchwork quilt, uneven in color.
Just as I saw the number 256, my phone rang. It was Qi Xiaoya from back home calling. Shang Rong thought, "What's the rush? I was just about to..." "Where's your skin? Calling me home for dinner tonight? Is this some kind of trap?"
The house number was a green sheet of metal, looking quite new. The building was only two stories high, clearly a private structure. Above the main entrance was a plaque that read: "Ya Shi Model Agency," a shabby but also revealing the owner's hardship and perseverance. Shang Rong was almost moved. Such a fashionable profession, yet growing in such a garbage dump—how difficult it must be to start a business!
There was no doorbell. Shang Rong knocked on the door a few times with his fist, but there was no response. Was no one home? He pressed his ear against the door and listened; there seemed to be music coming from inside. Shang Rong simply pounded on the door. This time, the door finally opened.
"Who are you looking for?"
a girl with a ponytail, wearing a tight-fitting outfit, asked.
"Looking for Qi Xiaoya."
The girl turned and looked into the house. "
What do you do?"
"I'm signed with your modeling team."
The girl suddenly became interested and shouted back into the house, "Boss, someone's looking for you." "
The first floor is a large hall. Three girls are dressed identically. Music is playing from a CD player. They're practicing martial arts."
Xiaoya is upstairs. "Go up. It's the innermost door."
There are three rooms upstairs. The first room has two large beds and some tables and chairs. The second room only has a small bed and some miscellaneous items. Reaching the door of the third room, Shang Rong saw a girl sitting at a desk, intently writing something, her long hair almost completely covering her back. She didn't notice the man outside. Shang Rong knocked twice on the door. The girl looked up, her eyes dark and bright, radiating a cold, beautiful light. Her round face was stunningly fair. Shang Rong instantly compared the two faces; one was innocent, the other alluring—both were beauties. "Who are
you looking for?"
The same question came from two different girls; the former was simply asking, the latter feigning ignorance.
Shang Rong looked back and then around, saying, "There doesn't seem to be a third person here, so of course I'm looking for you."
"What do you want?" "
Still a cold gaze, a wary tone.
Shang Rong didn't answer, but walked into the room and scanned the surrounding space. There were photos of models on the wall, probably all famous models, but Shang Rong didn't recognize any of them. A small cabinet had a telephone and fax machine; following the fax machine's cable, he saw a computer next to it. A sofa stood against the wall, along with the girl's desk and a chair. This was an office. That sofa was probably where I sat. Shang Rong sat down on the sofa, but the girl stood up from her chair. "
What do you want?"
Shang Rong smiled. "
Do you have many creditors? Why are you so afraid of people contacting you? It's a good thing someone from the modeling agency is looking for you! Sit down and talk; you're already quite tall."
The girl suspiciously sat back down in her chair, habitually brushing her long hair behind her back. There was no warmth in her eyes.
Still a newbie, just starting out. This expression helped her protect herself."
"Ya Shi Model Agency. Did you come up with the name? Not bad. It has a certain charm. Poetry is the highest realm of art. It's also the artistic conception that models pursue."
Shang Rong casually started rambling.
"You should tell me your purpose for coming."
The girl scoffed at his artistic insights, only wanting to know who he was.
Shang Rong stared at her and said, "Simply put, it's a collaboration. I'll be responsible for the investment. Before discussing this in detail, I'd like to talk to you about the Wild Wolf Bar."
Upon hearing the words "Wild Wolf Bar," Qi Xiaoya's eyes immediately filled with vigilance. "
What about the Wild Wolf Bar?"
"You dance and work as a hostess at the Wild Wolf Bar, do you also know another girl named Qi Xiaoya?"
Qi Xiaoya's face instantly turned red, her eyes flashing with fire. "
Sir, look at you, you're like a demon, how can you not speak human language? If you're here to insult me, you can leave."
The girl pointed to the door with one hand. "
What a beautiful hand!"
I don't think there's anything shameful about working as a hostess. Students working as hostesses to earn some tips for tuition is a way to work and study. "You haven't answered my question yet. What I mean is, is that girl with the same name as you your stand-in, someone who works as a prostitute for you?"
Qi Xiaoya paused for a moment and said, "I don't understand what you mean. I don't know any other Qi Xiaoya, and I certainly don't have that kind of stand-in."
Then she showed a disdainful expression and said, "You haven't been scammed, have you? You should go to the police station, why are you coming to me? Of course, people like you wouldn't dare go to the police station."
This girl seized the opportunity and began to counterattack. Judging from her expression, she didn't seem to be lying. This was the real Qi Xiaoya, Qi Shundong's daughter. The other one was an imposter, and her only purpose in getting close to him was the money left by Zheng Gang. Shang Rong finally found the answer. He had invited a time bomb into his home. Qi Shundong definitely deserved credit for this. He had to bring his daughter in; it would be more interesting if everyone played along.
Shang Rong chuckled a few times and said, "Let's not talk about that anymore. Let's talk about our cooperation. Like I said, I'll provide the money, and you'll handle the operations." "
Qi Xiaoya sneered, "Is the condition that I sleep with you?"
Shang Rong didn't expect the girl to say such a thing. "
I haven't even mentioned the conditions yet, how do you know?"
Qi Xiaoya sneered again, "Investors like you aren't the only ones who have come to me, and their conditions are all the same."
Shang Rong said, "These bosses include Mr. Yang from Huiya Entertainment City, right?"
Qi Xiaoya said disgustedly, "Don't mention that person, just thinking about him makes me nauseous."
Xiaoya's words aroused Shang Rong's curiosity. "
I want to know, how much money is Mr. Yang planning to invest in you?"
Xiaoya seemed unwilling to answer, hesitated for a while, and then said, "At first he said 100,000, then he said 200,000. A lecherous bastard and a stingy bastard..." Xiaoya
seemed to still be angry with Yang Jun.
Shang Rong thought to himself, it seems you two still bargained, and in the end Yang Jun still cares about his money!
I'll offer five million, are you satisfied?
The girl was clearly stunned by the number Shang Rong mentioned, her dark, bright eyes fixed on him, but with a look of suspicion. "
Of course, five million is far from enough for a good modeling agency. But you're just starting out, there's a learning phase. Consider five million as tuition. Once you're more established, I'll continue to support you,"
Shang Rong said casually.
Qi Xiaoya just looked at him, remaining silent. Shang Rong knew she was assessing his worth; it seemed she wouldn't believe him unless he revealed his true intentions. This was a girl driven by ambition. "
The Mr. Yang you know is my subordinate. The entertainment center is just one of my businesses. I'm also setting up a cultural communication company, which you'll run."
Shang Rong placed a business card on the table and said, "Find a place first. This isn't a suitable place for models. Once you've finalized the plan, call me, and I'll send someone to help you with the paperwork." Shang Rong
stood up, seeing the girl still in a daze, patted her shoulder, and walked towards the door. Qi Xiaoya seemed to snap out of her daze and chased after him, asking, "Why are you doing this?"
Shang Rong turned back and smiled, "A businessman, of course, does it to make money!"
The girl took a few more steps closer and said, "I don't believe you." Shang
Rong moved closer to her, almost touching her face, and whispered, "Then I'll tell you the truth. You're so beautiful that the moment I saw you, I couldn't help but take out my money to give to you. Are you satisfied with this answer?"
Then he left the girl and walked away.

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