[Adult City] Lonely Officialdom (Final Chapter) - 39

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Chapter 256

A glance at her connections stirred up her mother's sadness again. Xi Juan stuck out her tongue and smiled cutely, quickly changing the subject.

"Zhang Bing, you're now the most famous person in Beijing, your fame has directly surpassed Lin Tao and Li Xuan." Xi Juan released her mother's arm and tidied her long hair, which had been disheveled from the earlier commotion. "Mother, the old Party Secretary's grandson is quite something, he has his grandfather's imposing presence."

"Don't laugh at me, it was just a moment of bravado—I already expected this outcome, and it's giving me a headache too," Zhang Bing said with a smile. Given everything he had done since coming to Beijing—which could be described as absurd and unconventional—fame was inevitable; it would be problematic if he didn't.

"So, how do you plan to deal with the Tang family's reaction?" Xi Juan asked with a smile, her eyes staring directly into Zhang Bing's eyes without any hesitation. Men are creatures prone to deception. To know their true thoughts, look them in the eye when you speak.

“We’ll deal with whatever comes our way. What else can we do? If all else fails, we’ll pack our things and run out of Beijing,” Zhang Bing said, shrugging.

“What’s wrong? Which Tang family? Why are they targeting Zhang Bing?” Xi Yuexiu, who was standing nearby, asked with concern after hearing their conversation.

“He’s already been humiliated to the point of being forced to crawl between someone’s legs, so it’s only right that they deal with him,” Xi Juan

said, covering her mouth and laughing. “You silly girl—you’re still joking. Zhang Bing came to Beijing to build a career, and I won’t allow anyone to hurt him. You have to protect her,” Xi Yuexiu said angrily to her daughter.

“Look at you, Mom, you’re getting anxious again, and you’re taking his side again—this time it’s clearly his fault, so it’s only right that they deal with him. Besides, he’s targeting Tang Xiaoyang, the son of the Tang family, one of the four major families in Hong Kong. Lin Tao of the Lin family also has some grudges with him. How can I protect him?” Xi Juan explained to her protective mother with a wry smile.

"You've offended Tang Xiaoyang and Lin Tao? Zhang Bing, tell me quickly, what exactly happened? Didn't you just arrive in Beijing? How did you get on their bad side? If it's a misunderstanding, I'll take you to apologize, and they won't refuse to give me that much face. If it's their fault, we don't need to be afraid of anyone. I'll also invite other educated youth who received great kindness from your grandfather back then; they should give us face. We can't let you suffer even the slightest grievance in Beijing—"

Knowing the seriousness of the matter, Xi Yuexiu could only take it seriously. Out of gratitude and guilt towards Secretary Zhang, she wanted to ensure Zhang Bing was not harmed. She immediately instructed her daughter to call the other educated youths to come and check on Zhang Bing.

Women are easily softened; this was exactly what Xi Yuexiu was waiting for. Now, Yuan Zixuan, representing the Beijing Military Region, is definitely on his side. Lin Jing's family will likely be forced to either remain supportive or neutral, and the Jiang family will at most remain neutral. With Xi Juan's influence added to the mix, Zhang Bing doesn't believe anyone in Beijing would dare openly oppose him. As for those who come from the shadows, Zhang Bing has no reason to fear them; he's extremely confident in his skills and strength.

"It's not a matter of who's right or wrong. Young people are all hot-tempered; it's normal to cause trouble outside. Back in Changxiang, I often had minor conflicts with people, but I always managed to smooth things over. But now I'm in Beijing, alone. I don't know what they're thinking. If they think they're local bullies and want to take advantage of me, an outsider, I can't bow down to them. My grandfather taught me, 'The Zhang family only has men who die standing, not men who live kneeling—'"

Zhang Bing said with a righteous yet slightly aggrieved expression. Although he said it was impossible to say who was right or wrong, he had already shifted all the blame onto Lin Tao and Tang Xiaoyang. She was a cautious, well-behaved outsider, while Lin Tao and his group were local bigwigs in Beijing, powerful figures with influence and connections. She was just an ordinary citizen. If they were magnanimous, they would let it go; but if they disliked her, they would kick and pinch her. As for her grandfather's teaching of "standing means death, kneeling means life," God help her, she had no idea where he'd heard that.

Xi Juan chuckled beside her. Xi Yuexiu didn't know the ins and outs of the matter, but she knew perfectly well. Her long, alluring eyes looked at Zhang Bing slyly, her eyes curving into a beautiful arc when she smiled. She was incredibly cute. She was a multifaceted woman. She could be dignified, or she could be adorable. And she could also occasionally give off a cold and aloof impression.

There was a rapid knocking at the door. Xi Juan opened it and heard him laugh.

A moment later, a man dressed in a brown suit, buttoned up tightly, and wearing a khaki tie stood in the doorway. He smiled at the old lady and then looked at Zhang Bing.

"Are you the old Party Secretary's grandson?" the man asked in a perfect Beijing accent.

"Chunyang, come in. Sit down," Xi Yuexiu called to the man.

"Chunyang, this is the old Party Secretary's grandson, Zhang Bing. At first glance, I thought he didn't look like the old Party Secretary—but the more I look at him, the more he resembles him," Xi Yuexiu said with a chuckle. "Zhang Bing, this is Huang Chunyang, whom your grandfather saved years ago. According to seniority, you should call him Uncle Zhao. We are all juniors to your grandfather—although we're not much younger than him—"

"Hello, Uncle Huang—" Zhang Bing stood up and respectfully greeted Huang Chunyang. One look at this man revealed him to be a powerful figure; his attire was meticulous and understated, he rarely smiled, and he was extremely vigilant. I never imagined my grandfather had such extensive connections back then. If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have fared so poorly in Beijing after graduation. I could have at least gotten into a ministry, which would have been a piece of cake for these people. Now, Zhang Bing has to seize this opportunity and play the family card, calling him "uncle" and "grandpa" so affectionately.

"Hmm. How is the old secretary's health?" The man nodded and asked with concern. Although he still didn't smile, his expression had softened considerably. This can't be forced; many politicians in China don't smile. They think it's solemn and dignified, but it actually looks... well, you know.

"Grandpa has passed away—" Zhang Bing answered earnestly and with a touch of sadness.

"Sit down, don't stand there. Chunyang, you need to calm down too, don't frighten our child. This isn't your government office, is it?" Xi Yuexiu teased Huang Chunyang with a smile, it seemed they had a very good relationship.

Zhang Bing had just sat down on the sofa when there was another knock on the door.

"Looks like Xia Feng has arrived, you two are here one after the other—"

This time, there were two people standing at the door. Ahead stood a middle-aged man, roughly the same age as Huang Chunyang, dressed less formally than Huang Chunyang in a white casual suit and black casual pants, looking more relaxed.

Zhang Bing recognized the woman standing behind her; it was Xia Zhi, the woman with whom she had a very unpleasant encounter at Li Xuandi's dinner party, yet who was also on good terms with Lin Tao.

Why was she here? Zhang Bing wondered.

Xia Feng, Xia Zhi… Zhang Bing's mind raced for a moment, and the key point came to mind—could they be father and daughter? That would be ridiculous.

When Zhang Bing saw Xia Zhi, the two stared at each other, both surprised and astonished.

"The grandson of our savior, Secretary Zhang, is here?" the man asked with a hearty laugh.

"Isn't this the one standing next to me?" Xi Yuexiu said, pointing at Zhang Bing with a smile. Zhang Bing didn't know how her grandfather had saved their lives, but people in that era were indeed very sentimental. After so many years apart, just a phone call, and hearing that the old secretary's grandson had come to Beijing, these high-ranking people immediately rushed over. Moreover, the smiles on their faces were genuine happiness, not feigned politeness. Zhang Bing, who had experienced much in life, could discern this from the wrinkles on their faces and the curve of their lips when they smiled.

"It's you?" Xia Zhi exclaimed, pointing at Zhang Bing.

Everyone looked at the two in confusion, surprised that Xia Zhi, who hadn't even entered the room, recognized Zhang Bing immediately. Apart from Xi Juan, who knew they had met twice before, no one else could imagine that the two knew each other.

"Miss Xia, hello. It's an honor to see you again." Zhang Bing stood up and said politely.

"Hmph. I don't feel honored at all." Xia Zhi said with a straight face. Last time, she couldn't get through to Lin Tao, and Zhang Bing hadn't formed an alliance with Lin Tao, which made Xia Zhi, who was involved, lose face. So she had no good feelings towards Zhang Bing now. Moreover, Xia Zhi had always been spoiled and arrogant because of her parents' favor.

"Zhi'er, how can you talk like that? That's too presumptuous." Xia Feng didn't expect such a change. As soon as he received Xi Juan's call, he called Xia Zhi back. He originally wanted to bring his precious daughter to meet the old secretary Zhang's grandson, but he didn't expect that the two of them had already met beforehand, and it seemed that they didn't get along very well.

"I didn't expect it to be him who came. If I had known, I would never have come—I'm going back now." Xia Zhi said, turning to leave.

Chapter 257 Jealousy

"Stop right there! You're not going anywhere today!" Xia Feng said with a gloomy face. The middle-aged man who had been so kind just moments before was now so irritable.

"Dad—" Xia Zhi didn't expect her father to be so angry and hesitated. Her father was usually easy to talk to, but he could be very stern when he was strict.

"Come in and sit down," Xia Feng said angrily.

"Uncle Xia, don't be angry. It was my fault. There was a misunderstanding between Xia Zhi and me. It will be fine after an explanation. If she doesn't want to see me, don't force her—" Zhang Bing stepped forward and said to Xia Feng. Actually, he also wanted Xia Zhi to leave. Having such a two-faced person here put him in a difficult position.

“Zhang Bing, you’re the grandson of former Party Secretary Zhang. Former Party Secretary Zhang saved our lives, and now she’s come all the way to Beijing—it’s all my fault for spoiling her too much and letting her be so willful. I’ve always let her have her way. If she dares to leave today, I’ll abandon her.” Xia Feng said firmly, leaving no room for negotiation.

“Old Xia, today is a joyous day for us. How many years have we been waiting for this? Even if former Party Secretary Zhang didn’t come, his grandson’s arrival is the same. Don’t be so stubborn with your daughter—” Xi Yuexiu smiled, trying to smooth things over.

“Yes, Uncle Xia. Don’t blame Zhi’er.” Xi Juan stood up, went over, and took Xia Zhi’s hand, saying, “Xia Zhi, come in and sit for a while. We haven’t chatted for years. I’ve been so busy since returning to Beijing; it’s not easy to find time—”

“Hmph. Hypocritical. You’re a powerful woman now; how could I dare take up your time?” Xia Zhi said sarcastically.

“Does Xia Zhi still have a grudge against me?” Xi Juan asked with a smile.

"I wouldn't dare," Xia Zhi replied impatiently. She shook off Xi Juan's hand and went straight to a corner of the sofa in the hall, sitting down. Then she took out her phone from her pocket and started playing with it. Xia Feng's brows twitched as he watched, but he ultimately refrained from speaking. Zhang Bing, however, knew that Xia Zhi was simply too ambitious and intensely jealous of Xi Juan's achievements. This was evident from her smugness towards both Lin Tao and Li Xuan.

"I've long heard that a young talent named Zhang Bing has come to Beijing. I didn't expect him to be the grandson of Old Secretary Zhang. Haha, you certainly have the same style as Old Secretary Zhang in his youth—" Xia Feng turned around, smiling as he chatted casually with Zhang Bing.

"Uncle Xia is too kind. I don't have my grandfather's style at all; I'm just causing trouble outside," Zhang Bing replied sheepishly. These elders were clearly people of high status and power, and naturally preferred humble juniors. If Zhang Bing had acted as arrogantly as he did towards Lin Tao, he probably wouldn't have gotten anything from this meal.

"Haha, don't be so modest. Beijing is so big, countless young masters come here every day, but only you have managed to gather such popularity in just a few days. Even Tang Xiaoyang, one of Hong Kong's four major families who came a few years ago, didn't have your current prestige, let alone someone without a family background, which makes it even more remarkable." Xia Feng patted Zhang Bing's shoulder, praising him.

"Old Xia already knows Zhang Bing?" Xi Yuexiu asked curiously.

"Before I came, I had his file on my desk." The usually taciturn Huang Chunyang suddenly spoke. "

Really? Zhang Bing is that famous? Even your Security Bureau is paying attention to him?" Xi Yuexiu was even more surprised.

"We can't help but pay attention. Since he arrived, many things have changed because of him. We have to keep an eye on him." Huang Chunyang said, looking at Zhang Bing.

Zhang Bing touched her nose and smiled wryly, "I'm sorry for troubling you uncles and aunts."

"It's nothing, this kind of thing happens every day, it's just that there's a new male protagonist we don't know. But you have to be careful. This kind of game is very interesting, but it's also extremely dangerous." Huang Chunyang said earnestly. It was clear that this man, who wasn't good with words, was genuinely concerned about her.

Xi Yuexiu turned to look at her daughter and scolded, "You little rascal. You must know everything. But you keep everything from me. You'd better tell me everything when we get back—"

"Okay. I'll tell you when we get back. Shall we eat first?" Xi Juan asked with a smile.

"Come on, let's eat. Let's chat while we eat. Today is a kind of family reunion dinner. Although there are still some of the educated youth from back then in Beijing, we'll talk about the others next time—ah, it would be even better if Old Secretary Zhang were here—"

This Zhonghua Restaurant was Xi Juan's territory, so she naturally took charge of the food. Zhonghua Restaurant's signature dishes and various specialty snacks were continuously served, and soon a large table was filled. Xi Juan invited everyone to sit at the large round dining table. Xia Zhi preferred to stay close to Zhang Bing rather than Xi Juan, seemingly consumed by jealousy. Xi Yuexiu, Huang Chunyang, and Xia Feng, grateful for the kindness of former Party Secretary Zhang, were extremely friendly to Zhang Bing, treating him like a junior. During the meal, Zhang Bing subtly probed their backgrounds.

Xi Yuexiu had already revealed Huang Chunyang's origins—he worked for the National Security Bureau. Zhang Bing hesitated to ask his specific position. Xia Feng worked for the National Development and Reform Commission, while Xi Yuexiu, seemingly the least noticeable among them, was actually the Vice Chairman of the CPPCC. If the three of them could band together, they would be a force to be reckoned with.

After the meal, Huang Chunyang pulled out a pen and paper and wrote down his phone number for Zhang Bing, saying he could contact him using this private number. He then asked for Zhang Bing's mobile number. After inviting Zhang Bing to his home sometime, he left. He was a decisive person, both in his actions and in his relationships; though he appeared aloof, he was undeniably sincere.

Xia Feng and Xi Yuexiu chatted with Zhang Bing at Junzizhai for a while. Xia Zhi again suggested leaving first, but Xia Feng refused once more. However, she wasn't in a hurry anymore; instead, she was curious about Zhang Bing's words and actions, wondering how he would deal with his parents.

Xia Feng received a call from work and had to leave early. Xia Zhi, however, didn't want to leave anymore. Men have a desire to conquer women, and women have the same desire for men. Otherwise, why would the oldest sexual position be missionary, and why is woman-on-top now common? It's the most direct proof. But she couldn't find a reason to stay, so she left with Xia Feng. Xia Feng also left his contact information and invited Zhang Bing to visit his home sometime.

The room was now filled with the original four people. Zhang Bing, holding a cup, said to Xi Juan, "What kind of special snacks do you have here? Anything suitable for women? Pick out a couple of buns for me."

"Oh, I really didn't realize you were so thoughtful," Xi Juan said with a smile. "No wonder a pampered girl like Jiang Yan was captivated by you; you do have some merits. Jiang Yan choosing you isn't entirely unfair."

Zhang Bing smiled but didn't speak, knowing Xi Juan was giving him face by not saying anything further. She definitely knew the snacks were for Zhao Na, who lived downstairs. Xi Juan, as the owner of Zhonghua Restaurant, certainly knew, but she didn't say anything in front of her mother, instead praising Zhang Bing instead. If Old Madam Xi knew these things were for another woman, she'd probably have a completely different opinion.

"Really? Zhang Bing's boyfriend is Jiang Yan? The Jiang family's girl?" Xi Juan

asked, somewhat surprised, as this was the first time she'd heard of this.

"Yes, it was all over the news a while ago, didn't you know?" Xi Juan said with a smile.

"How would I pay attention to these things? Hmm, that girl is quite nice. I originally thought my daughter was quite good, and I was even thinking of betrothing Juan'er to you, but compared to that Jiang family girl, Juan'er is far inferior—and as a mother, I can't be biased on that point—"

After Xi Juan instructed the waiter, someone went to arrange the food for Zhang Bing's buns, while Zhang Bing held several heavy business cards in her hand, thinking that she had still made some gains today. Perhaps, they could use this little trick in Beijing to achieve a great result.

Xi Juan personally escorted Zhang Bing downstairs, but this didn't attract the attention of the Zhonghua Restaurant staff. Although she was well-known, she rarely had the opportunity to be in the spotlight. Moreover, the Zhonghua Restaurant staff didn't know that their boss was Xi Juan, one of the most remarkable women in Beijing. "No one recognizes you even if you're face to face." Even if they walked right past each other, they wouldn't recognize her. Xi Yuexiu wanted to see her off, but Zhang Bing persuaded her to stay. She couldn't let someone see her off, a junior. The reason she received such attention and care from these high-ranking people today was mainly because she was using the name of her deceased grandfather. Otherwise, who would come to see her after all the trouble she'd gone through? Not kicking her while she was down was already a favor.

"Zhang Bing, your situation is very dangerous right now," Xi Juan said, her smile fading as she looked at Zhang Bing with a serious expression.

"I understand," Zhang Bing nodded. No one knew his current predicament in Beijing better than anyone else.

"Your opponents aren't just Tang Xiaoyang; they represent one or two systems. Your opponents are everyone within their systems. This can't be calculated as a simple addition; it's a torrent. Do you know why I invited you to Zhonghua Restaurant today?" Xi Juan said, her long, alluring eyes fixed on Zhang Bing.

Chapter 258 Taking an Inch and a Mile

"To create momentum," Zhang Bing said, squinting his eyes.

"Yes, I'm creating momentum for you. I invited my mother, Uncle Huang, and Uncle Xia here to give you some support. To prevent you from appearing so weak and alone in Beijing. But compared to them, you still have no advantage. To be more precise, you are still far, far behind." Xi Juan said with a wry smile, "Zhang Bing, why do you still want to stay in Beijing? Go back to Changxiang, that's where you can be free."

"Why are you so concerned about me?" Zhang Bing didn't answer Xi Juan's question, but instead asked her one.

"Because my mother doesn't want anything to happen to you in Beijing." Xi Juan said frankly.

"I thought you fell in love with me at first sight." Zhang Bing shook his head regretfully.

"Do you think this is a romance drama?" Xi Juan laughed out loud, "You're not the kind of man I like. Like I said, I advise you to leave Beijing as soon as possible."

"Okay, I'll consider it." Zhang Bing nodded, beckoning Xi Juan to follow him. Looking in the direction Zhang Bing went, Xi Juan smiled slightly and followed. She knew Zhang Bing had brought a woman to the rest room, and bringing her here now meant there was definitely something going on, not just simple showing off.

Upon arriving at the rest room, Zhang Bing gestured for the somewhat nervous Zhao Na to sit down, then turned to invite Xi Juan to sit as well.

"Xi Juan, may I take your time? I'd like to introduce you to a friend, my assistant, Zhao Na," Zhang Bing said, pointing to Zhao Na. He had already planned this after confirming his relationship with Xi Juan during dinner. Inviting Xi Juan over was more for business discussions, and giving Zhao Na a formal identity was more appropriate; otherwise, Xi Juan might feel it was too informal and think Zhang Bing was indecent.

Zhao Na's emotions had calmed down; she had been somewhat prepared. She stood up and shook hands with Xi Juan: "I've long admired Mr. Xi, and I hope you'll take care of me in the future."

"You're too kind. We're all Zhang Bing's friends; I'll naturally do my best to help if I can." The two women shook hands briefly and exchanged a few polite words. This made Zhang Bing quite frustrated. In novels, when the male protagonist introduces his female companion to other beautiful women on campus or at parties, the two women quickly exchange compliments and flattery, achieving great spiritual satisfaction and becoming close friends. They discuss everything under the sun, from astronomy and geography to literature, music, fashion, makeup, skin whitening, and breast enhancement, leaving the male protagonist out in the cold—but this seemed a bit off.

However, Zhang Bing didn't dare say this aloud. He smiled at Xi Juan and said, "Thank you so much in front of the elders earlier. You said a lot of good things about me. Thank you."

"Hehe, don't be so polite. I don't deserve your thanks, I just didn't want to disappoint my mother," Xi Juan giggled, seemingly unconvinced. However, this demeanor reassured Zhang Bing even more. Xi Juan's jokes meant she considered him one of her own.

He had already expressed his gratitude, so he didn't bring it up again, and said with a light laugh, "When you first arrived, you went to host a banquet for Tang Xiaoyang. Were you afraid I'd ruin your event?" "

Wasn't I just doing it for your own good?" Xi Juan said, giving Zhang Bing a sidelong glance. The gesture was extremely alluring, but Xi Juan used it without any impropriety in this situation. She was a woman who knew her place very well. “I was afraid they'd provoke you and you'd actually do something. Don't you see who's sitting in this hall? Even if you don't hurt anyone, the responsibility would be enormous if you did.”

Zhang Bing touched his nose and smiled wryly. “I'm a quiet, reserved man; I can see through this kind of provocation. In your mind, am I

really that impulsive and easily angered?” “Look at you, no good deed goes unpunished. I paid for the banquet myself to invite them to help you out, and you turn around and say sarcastic things.” Xi Juan smiled apologetically at Zhao Na and said, “You're capable of anything, what in this world wouldn't you dare to do?”

“I can tell the difference between occasions. But I'm still very grateful to Xi Juan. Later, your mother came, and you dealt with them so quickly?” Zhang Bing said with a smile.

"I'm a little curious, what exactly did you say to them? They were still talking about you at the dinner table. Although they tried to suppress it in front of me, I mentioned a few things, and their resentment came out. They were gritting their teeth, and I felt terrified sitting next to them. I quickly found an excuse to leave." Xi Juan's smooth face was slightly flushed, and there was a slight smell of alcohol on her breath. It was the smell of fine red wine fermenting upon contact with air, not pungent at all, but rather intoxicating. She had drunk quite a bit at two banquets today.

"Oh, what did they say about me?" Zhang Bing asked curiously.

"It seems you had some kind of bet with them, and Tang Xiaoyang is regretting not accepting the challenge," Xi Juan said with a coquettish laugh.

“I’m telling you, as long as I’m in Beijing, you’re no match for me. You’ll have to walk around me like the plague. And after I leave, he won’t fare any better. He won’t get any advantage either; he’ll just be someone’s lackey.” Zhang Bing said with a smile. “Xi Juan, I’m thinking of starting a top-tier club with you. What do you think?”

“A club? Here?” Xi Juan’s eyes sharpened instantly as she stared intently at Zhang Bing. Zhang Bing remained relaxed and smiled at her.

“You rascal, you can’t treat me like this! You’re pushing your luck—you’re paying for Tang Xiaoyang’s meal?” After a moment, Xi Juan laughed, as if spring had suddenly arrived.

“Yes, no problem, I’ll pay—but I’ll earn it back by having dinner at your house tomorrow. You don’t mind, do you?” Zhang Bing finally breathed a sigh of relief and said happily.

“Hehe, my mother keeps talking about your grandfather’s kindness. If you spend more time talking to her and tell her about your grandfather’s deeds, I think she’ll be very happy.”

Just now, when Xi Yuexiu, Huang Chunyang, and Xia Feng were having dinner at Zhonghua Restaurant, they all invited Zhang Bing to their homes and gave him their contact information. Zhang Bing would be relying on them somewhat during his time in Beijing, so it was only right that he visit them. That's why Zhang Bing asked Xi Juan that question earlier. He believed that as long as he spoke to Xi Juan, she would arrange everything else; she was a very considerate, meticulous, and charismatic woman.

"Well, that's good. Next time I come, I'll definitely bring some of Grandpa's photo albums to tell Auntie about them and hear about their difficult lives as educated youth back then," Zhang Bing said suddenly, becoming very serious. "I also accept your suggestion that I might be leaving Beijing soon, and Zhao Na will be my full representative. You can discuss anything with her—of course, she's still a novice, so I hope you can mentor her, and it would be best if she could learn at Zhonghua Restaurant for a while first." Xi Juan

looked at Zhao Na, who was sitting silently watching them talk, and smiled, saying, "Okay, it's an honor to work with Zhao Na."

"Equally an honor. I hope you'll provide guidance in the future, Chairman Xi," Zhao Na thanked her with a smile. She knew this basic courtesy and was well aware of her position, especially since she would be working at Zhonghua Building School for some time, serving as Xi Juan's subordinate.

"You two don't need to be so polite. We'll be working together a lot more often, and you'll need to help with many things. Xi Juan, Zhao Na is a very important friend of mine, and I don't want anything to happen to her in Beijing. Please look after her," Zhang Bing said sincerely to Xi Juan. It's easier to deal with the devil than his minions. Zhao Na's appearance as Zhang Bing's representative would inevitably attract the attention of others, whether overt or covert, and Zhang Bing's other women might be too jealous to intervene. Therefore, he could only rely on Xi Juan.

"Don't worry. I'd like to invite Zhao Na to join the Mulan Women's Club. Would Miss Zhao Na be interested?" Xi Juan nodded.

Zhao Na turned her gaze to Zhang Bing, asking for his opinion. Zhang Bing forcefully suppressed his inner joy and nodded expressionlessly.

"Thank you. I'd be happy to be a member of the Mulan Club," Zhao Na immediately replied to Xi Juan's invitation.

After Zhang Bing's car drove away, Xi Juan realized that he had interrupted her, leaving her with many questions she wanted to ask him, only to have him escape. This man was too cunning; every detail concealed a deeper meaning.

Why should she worry about such a man? Xi Juan felt somewhat superfluous.

"What kind of organization is the Mulan Club?" Zhao Na asked softly, looking at the billboards flashing by outside. Having eaten and drunk their fill, they became more relaxed, casually chatting with Zhang Bing, without the formalities of superiors and subordinates or the constraints of their complicated, ambiguous relationship.

"It's a private team of successful women. The members are elites from all over the country; any one of them is a billionaire. According to intelligence, they have over a hundred billion yuan at their disposal. You can do the math yourself; with their extensive political background and connections, a hundred billion yuan can leverage a huge pie," Zhang Bing explained with a smile. To be honest, he had long coveted Xi Juan's Mulan Women's Club. The power of that group of people from prominent families with vast sums of money was terrifying. If Xi Juan was willing, he'd even let Zhang Bing go and "sexually harass" her for a few nights, as long as she was willing to tie the Mulan Women's Club to him.

Chapter 259

"Then I'll go in—" Zhao Na pulled her gaze back from the things outside the window, looking at Zhang Bing with a face full of surprise. They were all billionaires with prominent families, while she was just a working-class girl who almost had to sell herself to pay for her brother's medical treatment. Wouldn't it be too shameful for her to go in?

"It's okay. You'll be the owner of Juxian Pavilion in the future." Zhang Bing comforted her with a smile, his face full of confidence.

"Juxian Pavilion?" Zhao Na asked, puzzled.

"Yes, that's the name of our club." Zhang Bing nodded seriously, "It's a name I just thought of, what do you think?"

"Isn't it—a bit too ostentatious?" Zhao Na asked somewhat guiltily.

“If we’re going to do it, we should be number one. There are already four top-tier clubs in Beijing. Even if our club is built to be incredibly luxurious and grand, it can only rank behind them. Let’s just gain an advantage in the name, haha—and this name is so elegant.” Zhang Bing explained with a smile, but thinking about it, Juxian Pavilion was indeed a bit arrogant. You’ve gathered all the wise men here, what’s the point of the others? It’s clearly belittling other established clubs.

Zhao Na pondered for a moment and said, “Can we wait a bit before deciding on the name? Let’s think of something better. The important thing is choosing the location and finding a designer to create the design drawings. Then we can come up with a name based on those.”

“Okay, no rush. I’ll have to trouble you from now on.” Zhang Bing nodded with a smile.

Zhao Na’s face darkened, like a flower that had just been blooming brightly suddenly withering. The joy of the brief reunion hadn’t even had time to fade before they faced an even longer separation. Zhang Bing, do I not even have a small place in your heart? Or am I just a tool?

“When are you leaving?” Zhao Na asked softly, knowing how to control her emotions.

"I'll leave once I've finished my business. The day after tomorrow or the day after that." Zhang Bing sensed Zhao Na's low voice but ultimately didn't turn around. "I have some things to do later. Wait for me at the hotel, I'll contact you. Everything's arranged."

When the car arrived at the Wangfu Hotel, Zhao Na hesitated, but Zhang Bing smiled. "Let me take you upstairs." Zhao Na's eyes lit up.

They entered the elevator, and the floor number for Zhang Bing and Zhao Na's room appeared. Zhao Na glanced at the brightly lit number on the elevator screen but didn't speak. Only the two of them were in the elevator, and Zhao Na's breathing gradually quickened.

When the elevator stopped with a thud on the 19th floor, as Zhang Bing prepared to say goodbye, Zhao Na lowered her head and whispered, "Would you like to come up for a bit?"

Zhang Bing looked at Zhao Na with a smile, while Zhao Na's breathing became even more rapid, her face almost flushed. She didn't know how she suddenly had the courage to say those words. After saying that, Zhiyue felt as if all her strength had been drained, leaving her without even the strength to stand.

"Is this an invitation?" Zhang Bing turned around, standing face to face with Zhao Na, smiling as he looked at her beautiful, delicate face. He was still holding the elevator open button, preventing it from moving.

"I—" Zhao Na looked up at Zhang Bing's eyes, then lowered her head like a startled rabbit. She had imagined countless times what it would be like to be with Zhang Bing, but this was the first time she had experienced this scene and these feelings. This was her first time in love, and she now knew what it felt like for a man and a woman to be together. Her heart pounded, as if it would burst out of her chest. She staggered back a few steps, her body limp against the elevator wall.

Zhang Bing took a few more steps closer, lifting Zhao Na's chin. Looking at her moist red lips, he kissed her without hesitation.

Kissing is not as simple as it seems on the surface, like the Chinese style, the French style, or the Stephen Chow style; it is a highly technical activity. Zhang Bing, with his keen understanding, teased Zhao Na's mouth with his tongue, causing her to moan louder and louder. She clung to Zhang Bing's neck to avoid falling.

Zhao Na felt like a White Rabbit candy, melting almost instantly in her mouth. Zhang Bing's tongue burned like fire in her mouth.

Desire, like a burst dam, was hard to contain once released. They kissed passionately, Zhang Bing touching Zhao Na's breasts through her clothes. His large hands gradually increased their pressure, squeezing Zhao Na's full nipples.

"Ah—Zhang Bing—Zhang Bing—" As Zhang Bing kissed her earlobe, Zhao Na's mouth finally released, and she murmured Zhang Bing's name, a mixture of tenderness and pain. *

Clang!*

A crisp click snapped them back to reality. Zhang Bing turned around and saw that the elevator had stopped on the 27th floor. Lost in her own world, she had unconsciously let go of the open button, and the elevator automatically closed and ascended. At that moment, a couple waiting outside hesitated upon seeing the disheveled figures inside, unsure whether to wait for another time or enter now.

"Are you going up or down?" Zhang Bing, supporting Zhao Na's waist, asked the middle-aged couple with a smile.

"Down," the man hesitated before replying.

"Perfect, we're going the same way." Zhang Bing made way for them.

The man turned to his companion, who glanced at Zhang Bing and the disheveled Zhao Na, then smiled and nodded. She showed no disgust; instead, she gave her dull husband a meaningful look.

Deep down, everyone craves excitement and change, whether man or woman. Of course, you can choose not to admit it.

"Did you watch the Rockets vs. Lakers game?" Zhang Bing greeted the man standing next to her.

"Uh—yes." The man was caught off guard by Zhang Bing's sudden question.

"Garnett's foul on Yao Ming was such a waste," Zhang Bing said with a regretful expression.

"Yeah, such a waste," the man nodded in agreement.

"The Rockets shouldn't have substituted Kobe—"

"Yeah, yeah—"

When the elevator reached the 16th floor again, Zhang Bing bid a friendly farewell to the middle-aged man inside.

"Do you know them?" Zhao Na asked softly, still unable to look Zhang Bing in the eye after the earlier scene.

"No," Zhang Bing shook his head.

"Then why were you chatting so enthusiastically?"

"They saw us doing something, so we had to find something to distract them."

"You know basketball?"

"No," Zhang Bing shook his head. “But I know that guy doesn’t understand either.”

Zhao Na stood at the door, struggling to pull out her room key from her pocket. As she opened the door, she stole a glance at Zhang Bing standing behind her; he had a carefree

and nonchalant expression on his face. Seeing Zhao Na turn around to peek, he grinned at her, and Zhao Na quickly averted her gaze. She had been peeping, yet now she felt incredibly embarrassed. Opening the door, Zhao Na stood in the room, feeling uneasy, guilty, and lost. She didn’t know whether she should take the initiative to seduce Zhang Bing or passively wait for his advances. Her invitation to Zhang Bing upstairs was just a moment of impatience; the thought of parting with him again, perhaps for a long time, had simply slipped out.

There are many ways for a woman to keep a man, and intimacy is one of them. Her mother said that she should be with the man she loves, otherwise the feelings would fade. In this materialistic and tempting era, a man has to withstand temptations from all sides, especially a successful man, for whom temptations are ever-present.

The woman said: If you have no money, please have more knowledge; if you have no knowledge, please have some humor; if you don't have humor, please smile more; if you can't even smile, then you're doomed.

Conversely, if you have enough money, knowledge, humor, and a not-too-bad-looking smile, then you're set for life. It's said that a man pursuing a woman is like climbing a mountain, but a woman pursuing a man is like piercing a thin sheet of paper. If you possess all of the above, then women will flock to you like fish crossing a river.

Zhao Na knew that it was impossible for her to be with her beloved like ordinary young men and women; he was always busy, and she had to keep up with him. What was even more distressing was that their relationship was unclear; she had no idea what her awkward position was.

Although the ambiguous atmosphere between them was disrupted by the middle-aged couple in the elevator, it rekindled once they entered the room. Zhao Na didn't know what Zhang Bing was thinking, but she clearly felt a dampness in her groin, and involuntarily, she squeezed her legs together.

"Should we continue?" Zhang Bing leaned against the door, smiling as he watched the girl who had taken the initiative to invite him, but seemed somewhat at a loss after entering the room.

"Ah? -- I'll go take a shower first." Zhao Na didn't dare look Zhang Bing in the eye, hurriedly replied, and ran into the bathroom.

Bang!

After the door closed, Zhao Na leaned against the door, panting heavily, touching her burning face, and muttered, "What's wrong with me?"

Chapter 260 Weakness

and Some Irritability She took off her clothes, removing her light pink three-quarter sleeve shirt, black business skirt, white underwear, and lace lingerie, folding them neatly and placing them on the clothes rack on the wall. Her body was completely undressed, as if a chemical reaction had occurred with the air, the hair on her body stood on end, dazzlingly white, full of a seductive aura.

Barefoot, she walked to the shower, turned the water to the lowest temperature, and let the icy water droplets pelt her body, sending chills down her spine, into her bones and into her heart. She wanted to use this to extinguish the suppressed fire of emotion and desire within her.

Stroking her firm breasts and smooth skin, she suddenly recalled her first meeting with Zhang Bing. It seemed he was somewhat obsessed back then, with some physical problems, and she had seized the opportunity to seduce him. At the time, she genuinely thought she could exchange her body for a promotion and a good salary. Who knew he would be so kind and good-natured, just because he took her body, or perhaps out of pity? Anyway, afterwards, her manager treated her differently, giving her a high salary, a comfortable job, and frequently trying to please and test her. She didn't know how all this happened, but her intuition told her it was this man who brought it all to her. The man who did all this said nothing, just silently carried on, until one day she couldn't resist and called the number he'd given her before he left. The man on the other end, named Guo Fei, vaguely told her she was being kept, and that the man would give her details when he came. Was it from that moment that she began to anticipate his reappearance, his embrace, his thrusts, like the first time?

*Click!

* The lock clicked, and then the bathroom door opened. Zhang Bing walked in smiling, and what met his eyes was Zhao Na's white, gleaming body.

Zhao Na showed no shyness, no attempt to hide. She stood there straight, not looking at Zhang Bing's face, but deliberately stretching her body into a most sexy and beautiful arc, for his enjoyment.

Long black hair cascaded over her shoulders, her face was covered in water droplets, her long neck, slender shoulders, full breasts, delicate waist, and the pubic hair below her abdomen—Zhang Bing suddenly felt the urge to urinate.

Pointing to the chamber pot, he pulled out his erect, spear-like member and said, "I'm going to pee."

He strained, strained again, but still couldn't urinate. Zhang Bing was puzzled; he clearly felt the urge to urinate, so why couldn't he?

Zhao Na walked gently towards Zhang Bing, her full breasts swaying with her movements. She knelt down beside the chamber pot, unbuckled Zhang Bing's belt, pulled his trousers down to his knees, and then lowered her head to take Zhang Bing's penis, which he intended to use for urination, into her mouth.

A woman who deliberately wants to be a mistress will naturally hone her oral skills. As Zhao Na's passionate sucking progressed from clumsy to expert, Zhang Bing experienced a different kind of pleasurable sensation and finally understood that he didn't actually want to urinate; rather, he felt another kind of essence within him wanted to erupt.

Desire is a cumulative process. When Zhang Bing pressed Zhao Na's head down and accelerated his thrusts, Zhao Na obediently stopped wriggling, surrendering the initiative to Zhang Bing and letting him use her mouth as another battlefield.

"Oh—" Zhang Bing's movements became faster and faster, the pleasure like a surging flood. Just as Zhang Bing was about to pull the sausage out of Zhao Na's mouth, Zhao Na grabbed him, using her hand to help him make the final thrust.

Streams of milky white essence spurted out, targeting Zhao Na's still moist and pretty face. The slippery substance slid quickly down her face and then flowed to the corners of her mouth.

"You vixen—" Zhang Bing cursed, ripped off his shirt haphazardly, threw his pants and underwear far away, and lifted the woman who was squatting on the ground washing him with her mouth.

"I'll go wash up," Zhao Na pleaded, her alluring appearance like an azalea in full bloom.

“It’s too late.” Zhang Bing wouldn’t let her go. He picked her up and placed her on the bathroom sink, then aimed at her already wet, winding path and thrust in hard.

“Ah—” Zhao Na let out a long moan. Zhang Bing’s roughness gave her a different kind of extreme pleasure. Trembling, she looked up at Zhang Bing and whispered, “You’re so big…you have to be gentle with me…don’t hurt me…”

Zhang Bing bent down to kiss her small mouth. This woman’s sweet words were more tempting than any action.

He pulled Zhao Na’s body forward a little, bringing her closer to him, then leaned forward, pressing her body against the glass mirror on the wall, and began to fuck her wildly. The

bright glass mirror was like a live movie screen, showing a vivid and erotic erotic picture.

Zhang Bing stood on the ground, Zhao Na sat there with her legs spread, Zhang Bing supported her in front of him, his huge sausage slowly moving in and out of her small hole. He was so strong that he dared not be too rough with Zhao Na, afraid of destroying her. Even with such slow movement, Zhao Na was still exhausted, but when Zhang Bing reached her most sensitive spot, the pleasurable feeling was indescribable.

She obediently let Zhang Bing move on his own, not daring to use the seductive techniques she had learned from porn to provoke him, lest he become uncontrollably aroused and start thrusting wildly, which would only make things worse for her.

"Good brother... ah... gently... sister is scared... ah... it feels so good... like this... oh... so beautiful... so beautiful... ah... you're going in so deep... it's okay... oh... but... don't... too hard... ah... so good... um... good brother... such a big brother... um..."

She slowly accumulated sensations, her vagina getting used to Zhang Bing's size, and her juices flowed freely, making it easier for Zhang Bing to move. Zhang Bing's large member filled her peach blossom paradise completely, leaving no gaps. When he thrust in, even the skin and hair sank in; when he pulled out, a large patch of pink vaginal flesh would turn inside out. And when he withdrew to the very outside, the moisture trapped inside would gush out with a "whoosh," making the area under the sink look as if she had urinated.

Zhang Bing felt extremely comfortable inside her; her narrow and tight passage gripped his sausage tightly, and her vaginal opening would contract in waves, as if sucking on his penis. So even though it was just slow thrusting in and out, it made both of them feel intoxicated, amplifying their pleasurable sensations and desires. Zhao Na became unbearable.

"Ugh... ugh... brother... can you go a little faster... just a little... that's enough... ah... yes... ah... so good... um... um..."

Zhang Bing increased his speed, and Zhao Na began to move in response, the two of them swaying more and more powerfully.

"Oh...you're killing me...ah...how can this be so good...my lover...my...lover...ah...ah...faster...yes...ah...ah...today...I'm definitely...going to die...God...I'm going to break...ah...just fuck me to death...ah...oh..."

Zhang Bing listened to her moaning so sensually, and couldn't help but fuck her more and more wildly. Zhao Na's eyes were lifeless, and she was covered in sweat. Her two legs were wrapped around Zhang Bing's waist like snakes, and she swayed with Zhang Bing's buttocks.

"Ah...I'm almost there...Brother, hold me tight...I want you...I want...Ah...It feels so good...Oh...Brother...Brother...Kiss me..."

Zhang Bing immediately kissed her, and she greedily sucked on Zhang Bing's tongue, making Zhang Bing feel full of pleasure as well. His big member surged forward, and Zhao Na had already begun to climax. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over her, more intense and profound than any climax she had ever experienced before. Her limbs were wrapped around Zhang Bing's body, and both her mouths were intimately kissing him, wishing she could truly become one with him and never have to separate again.

"Mmm...Mmm..." Because her mouth was full, she could only make satisfied nasal sounds.

"Ah, darling—" Zhang Bing found himself with a sudden emptiness and pulled away from her mouth, saying, "Can I ejaculate?"

"Mmm...Mmm..." Zhao Na hurriedly kissed him back, nodded with her eyes closed, and refused to let go of his mouth.

Zhang Bing ejaculated, his semen shooting into Zhao Na's vagina like a machine gun, making her scalp tingle. She finally opened her mouth and sighed, "Ah—so good—"

Their limp bodies collapsed into the bathtub, embracing each other. Zhang Bing, feeling weak, stroked the bruises on Zhao Na's body and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I was too rough."

For some reason, while he was with Zhao Na, Zhang Bing kept thinking about those explicit scenes in pornographic films. His deep-seated violent tendencies were triggered, and he didn't treat her gently like the other women, but rather with the most brutal methods of penetration and attack. His spoils were Zhao Na's repeated spasms and dizziness, and the various bruises on her body, which directly led to his own exhaustion. This time, Zhang Bing didn't deliberately hold back his desire, but let it flow naturally. With each wave of pleasure, he poured his essence into Zhao Na's body.

Zhao Na was utterly exhausted, collapsing weakly onto Zhang Bing, unable to even open her eyes, and softly said, "I hope I won't miss you like I used to."

"When did you fall in love with me?" Zhang Bing asked curiously. It seemed he hadn't had much contact with her, and hadn't been particularly kind to her.

Chapter 261 Erotic Dance

"When you agreed to my request last time, or even earlier, when you entered my body, I don't know—" Zhao Na's voice grew softer and softer until she finally fell into a deep sleep.

Seeing how attached this woman was to him, Zhang Bing felt sorry for her. Now he wanted her to be his mistress and also to act as his representative in Beijing; it was all too much for her, requiring a great deal of time and energy, and even posing a life-threatening risk. Thinking this, Zhang Bing changed his mind and decided to spend the day with her.

Zhao Na woke up quickly. Perhaps subconsciously, she cherished the time she spent with this man and didn't want to waste it while sleeping. Hearing Zhang Bing say that the day was hers, she jumped for joy.

After thinking for a long time, Zhao Na timidly raised her head, her eyes pleading. "Bing, I know I belong to you from now on, and I'll feel at ease. It's just that my family keeps urging me to find a boyfriend. Last time I told them I already had one, and that he paid for my brother's medical treatment. My parents have been wanting to meet him—" Zhao Na paused for a long time before looking at Zhang Bing, who was still smiling, and said, "Could you come with me to meet them today? Just have a meal with them—don't worry, we're from a rural area in Hebei, no one else will know."

Zhao Na was clearly afraid that Zhang Bing would blame her for pushing her luck. She knew that getting a formal title was impossible; she was already content with a comfortable life and being able to provide a better life for her family. However, her parents' wishes were a real dilemma for her, and deep down, she also hoped that she would have a place in this man's heart, not just be a tool for occasionally satisfying her desires.

Seeing Zhao Na's appearance, Zhang Bing couldn't help but find it amusing, and she remembered accompanying Xue'er to visit her family before coming to Beijing. Women, regardless of their status, probably all hope that their feelings can be blessed by their families.

“Silly girl, you’re my woman, of course it’s no problem for me to accompany you to visit your parents!” Zhang Bing kissed her forehead tenderly, and she nodded in agreement.

“Really? That’s wonderful, Zhang Bing, I’m so happy!”

After buying a whole bunch of gifts, Zhang Bing took the excited Zhao Na and they set off. Zhao Na’s home was in Zhuozhou, Hebei, very close to Beijing; it took less than two hours to drive there on the highway.

When they arrived at Zhao Na’s home, her parents, honest farmers, were naturally both welcoming and grateful to their young and wealthy son-in-law. Zhao Na’s younger brother had also just recovered from his illness and returned home, respectfully calling him “brother-in-law.” Amidst Zhao Na’s surprise and unease, Zhang Bing readily agreed and even chatted with his new brother-in-law for a while, much to the delight of the Zhao family.

Because they had to rush back to Beijing, the Zhao family prepared dinner early. After dinner, Zhang Bing gestured for Zhao Na to leave 100 million yuan for the elderly couple, and then the two headed back.

On the way home, since it was still early and he wanted to spend more time with Zhao Na enjoying the scenery, Zhang Bing deliberately drove slowly, stopping frequently to explore and occasionally stopping at roadside food stalls to buy some local delicacies. He was thoroughly enjoying himself.

Upon arriving in Zhuozhou County, seeing the bustling crowds under the night sky, a stark contrast to the hustle and bustle of Beijing, Zhang Bing suddenly said, "Zhao Na, let's not go back tonight, let's stay here?"

Zhao Na looked at Zhang Bing curiously, "Stay here?"

Zhang Bing pointed to a small inn ahead. Zhao Na thought for a moment, realizing that he was doing this for her own good, wanting her to enjoy the scenery of her hometown and spend another night there. Touched, she said, "No, you have things to do tomorrow."

"We can go back tomorrow morning, haha." Zhang Bing tapped her nose with his index finger, smiling affectionately, though he still felt a little regretful. To avoid being recognized, he had to choose a small inn. Staying in a hotel was too close to Beijing, and given his recent popularity, it would be difficult to explain if he were recognized.

They got out of the car together, and Zhang Bing put his arm around her as they walked towards the small inn. Zhao Na was a little shy, but half-heartedly went with him inside. There was only an old woman at the front desk watching TV. She didn't ask many questions, just had Zhang Bing fill out some forms and gave him a key.

"120 yuan," the old woman said, with a strong local accent.

Zhang Bing gave her 150 yuan, saying, "Keep the change."

The old woman's attitude immediately became friendly, and she led them to the inn. The small inn only had four floors and no elevator. Their room was on the second floor, at the front facing the road. It was decent enough; at least it didn't look too dirty. The old woman opened the door, turned on the lights, and brought them hot water.

“No rush, no rush, thank you,” Zhang Bing said. “We’re going out for some late-night snacks first!”

“Oh, then let me tell you,” the old woman said, “we have a night market here tonight, with food everywhere, you can go and have a look.”

“Oh! That’s great,” Zhang Bing asked, “Which way?”

The old woman told them to turn the corner after exiting the market and then follow the directions. Zhang Bing and Zhao Na thanked her and followed her description. Soon they heard a noisy crowd and bright lights; it was so easy to find.

Zhang Bing and Zhao Na held hands, happily eating and drinking as they pleased, strolling through this unfamiliar place, feeling relaxed and carefree. The night market was filled with men, women, and children of all ages, with all sorts of accents, which was quite interesting. They mingled in the crowd, curiously looking around.

Zhao Na wanted to eat lobster, so Zhang Bing sat down with her at a small stall. They ordered one together, and Zhao Na complained as she ate, “This is lobster? It’s too small.” It was a bit like a little girl’s whining.

Zhang Bing rummaged through the lobsters, finding the largest one and placing it in Zhao Na's bowl. Zhao Na was both amused and exasperated. Suddenly, loud pop music came from nearby. Zhao Na asked, "What's that? It's so noisy!"

Zhang Bing smiled and said mysteriously, "Something good. I'll take you to see it later."

Since the lobsters weren't particularly tasty anyway, Zhao Na pushed the plate away. Zhang Bing paid the bill and headed towards the noisy area. Two or three rings of people had already gathered there, colorful lights flashing, the music deafening, and men shouting and talking. Zhang Bing pulled her through the crowd. The front rows were too crowded; they couldn't move forward beyond the second or third row. Zhao Na peeked through the gaps in the crowd—good heavens! A striptease!

Zhao Na couldn't believe someone would dare to perform a striptease in front of so many people. It was a young girl, maybe as old as her! She was all bone and had very little flesh. Her face was painted in vibrant colors. She wore a sarong around her upper body, her thighs were bare, and she wore extremely high heels. She was dancing exaggeratedly to the music.

At the other end of the venue was a van, and a man stood to the side, constantly beckoning to the audience through a microphone. Suddenly, Zhang Bing and Zhao Na found themselves surrounded by people, completely packed.

The girl fluttered around the venue like a butterfly, constantly striking poses that revealed glimpses of her body. Zhao Na really wondered if she was cold, but instead, she faced everyone and lifted the veil

covering her body. She changed angles, opening and closing the only piece of fabric that covered her, and then simply threw it on the ground. Underneath, there was a sequined bra. There must have been a mechanism in the bra that pushed her thin breasts out to form two mounds of flesh. She wore a frilly thong that accentuated her allure, making her private parts even more seductive. When she turned, her buttocks were barely visible, just two lines forming a thong – it was incredibly alluring. Her gait made her buttocks appear even more prominent. Zhao Na noticed several men in the front row squatting down, watching and giggling foolishly.

The male host was simultaneously teasing the girl and the crowd, making the girl giggle. She turned and unhooked her bra, then returned to cover her breasts with both hands. The crowd erupted in excitement. The girl seemed quite pleased, swaying wildly around the room, occasionally revealing her breasts with one hand before quickly covering them again. She danced in circles within the crowd, causing a stir wherever she went. When she reached Zhang Bing and Zhao Na's side, they both clearly saw her small, perky breasts, the nipples erect and dark brown. She quickly moved to the other side.

Zhao Na suddenly felt someone touching her buttocks. At first, she thought it was Zhang Bing, but Zhang Bing's hand was around her waist. She shifted her body slightly, and the hand recoiled alertly. Zhao Na didn't dare turn to look, so she pressed herself even closer to Zhang Bing. Soon, the hand returned. Although Zhao Na was wearing a long coat and trousers, the hand still subtly pinched her buttocks. Zhao Na shifted her body again, and the hand withdrew again. Zhao Na wanted to get angry, but worried about Zhang Bing revealing his identity, so she had to endure it.

Zhao Na didn't want to watch anymore and was about to suggest returning to the hotel when the host suddenly announced, "Thank you for the enthusiastic response from the audience. An even hotter performance is coming soon!" He winked at the girl, whose eyes changed, and she turned around, cleverly moving the white beard below her crotch into empty space. Wow! Beneath the white down was actually black weeds; her hair was incredibly messy, yet the men in the front row all cheered. She quickly circled around, and an old man reached out to touch her. She deliberately paused to let him touch her, and the others followed suit. At that moment, Zhao Na felt the strange hand behind her also take the opportunity to touch her.

This time, because of the crowd, she twisted a few times, and the man pretended not to notice, even pressing his body stickily against her. Zhao Na could still feel his ugly bulge behind her.

Chapter 262

In the focused arena, the woman turned around a few more times, put the down back in its original position, bowed to the music, and then hurriedly hid in the van. When she came out, she was wearing a coat, the buttons not fully closed, revealing glimpses of her skin. She stood next to the man, who had already pulled out a small table and started selling kitchen knives.

Although the crowd's excitement subsided, the person behind Zhao Na was still nagging her. Fortunately, Zhang Bing said at this moment, "Let's go! There won't be anything more exciting tonight."

She pulled Zhao Na along, squeezing through the crowd. As Zhao Na turned around, she came face to face with the man—a scruffy, stubble-faced young man, probably a thug. Zhao Na's eyes burned with an inexplicable intensity. She quickly lowered her head and followed Zhang Bing away. The young man, in a cheap manner, raised his arm and deliberately brushed against Zhao Na's soft breasts. With nowhere to retreat, Zhao Na was thoroughly groped.

When they finally squeezed through the crowd, Zhang Bing noticed her flushed face and asked, "What's wrong? Too exciting?"

"No!" Zhao Na didn't want to answer, instead asking him, "How do you know there won't be anything more exciting tonight?"

"It's a business tactic. Everyone thinks it'll get even more exciting later, but once the crowd gathers, all they do is sell things and advertise. Take your clothes off again? Get arrested by the police!" Zhang Bing said.

"Very experienced..." Zhao Na looked at him.

Zhang Bing, embarrassed, smiled awkwardly. In the distance, he could still hear the host selling kitchen knives. His knives were sharp and durable, capable of slicing through everything from beef bones to sashimi with a single stroke—a feat of razor-sharp skill, even the most powerful martial arts weapons would pale in comparison. Zhang Bing suddenly said, "I once saw a great white shark while working at one of these kinds of events..."

"A great white shark? You mean..." Zhao Na covered her mouth and laughed, "Was it good?"

"What do you think?"

Zhang Bing tickled her armpit, and the two laughed and joked as they returned to the inn. Entering the inn's foyer, the old woman was dozing behind the counter. They quietly went upstairs and opened their room.

Zhao Na wanted to take a shower, and Zhang Bing wanted to shower with her, but Zhao Na refused, forcefully pushing him out of the bathroom. When Zhao Na finished showering and opened the door, Zhang Bing was sitting on the bed watching TV.

"Your turn! What...what are you watching?"

Zhang Bing was watching porn.

He said, "It's my turn to shower... this movie was really good!"

"What's so good about it? Hurry up and shower," Zhao Na urged him, turning the screen away to find another program.

Zhang Bing went in and quickly showered. When he came out again, the main light wasn't on, only the bedside lamp was lit. Zhao Na was sitting on the bed wrapped in the quilt, only her head sticking out, staring intently at the screen. It turned out Zhao Na was still watching the porn she'd just seen.

"Didn't you say it was good? Are you spacing out?" Zhang Bing said.

"Mind your own business!" Zhao Na said.

Zhang Bing also crawled under the quilt. The quilt was so small that the two of them had to be very close together to stay warm. Zhang Bing simply hid himself and his head, leaving Zhao Na to watch the porn by herself.

But don't think Zhang Bing would behave himself. He touched her here and kissed her there, caressing Zhao Na's entire body. Zhao Na was truly mesmerized by watching porn. She was completely captivated by the plot. Of course, Zhang Bing's seductive touch must have been incredibly arousing, but she was mainly drawn to the story on TV. Zhang Bing was wriggling inside the blanket, while only Zhao Na's flushed face and heavy breathing were visible.

It was a Japanese film depicting a housewife having sex with strangers repeatedly in a supermarket and at home, and being assaulted by several male students on a train. Four or five hands were kneading and probing her breasts, vulva, and anus. The housewife's expression was both anxious and pleasurable. When Zhao Na saw the male students' eyes, she couldn't help but recall the person who had touched her in the crowd earlier. Suddenly, a shiver ran through her body. It turned out that Zhang Bing was licking her genitals inside the blanket.

Her eyes were glued to the television, her body reveling in Zhang Bing's tenderness. It was as if she had become the female lead in the drama, with four or five hands groping her body, and the alluring sensation of being licked in a paradise. Her expression froze, she held her breath, exactly like the woman on screen, who was being played with with such tension, just as the final moment was approaching. Suddenly, Zhao Na gasped, "Ugh..." and sprayed Zhang Bing's face with her wetness.

"Baby, you wet the bed!" Zhang Bing mumbled from under the covers, still unwilling to come out.

Zhang Bing continued to play with her genitals with relish, his fingers probing inside her. Zhao Na looked back at the television. The female lead on screen had also climaxed, abandoned on one side of the train, disheveled and panting. Then a bunch of incomprehensible Japanese text appeared on the screen; it seemed the drama had ended.

Sure enough, the TV screen immediately switched to static. Zhao Na was about to hide under the covers to find Zhang Bing when the picture returned to normal in an instant. This time it was a foreign film, starting with a vivid and erotic fight scene. Zhao Na couldn't help but watch it intently again.

The foreign film was even wilder. This one depicted couples in the neighborhood having affairs. First, a fat, bald man was having sex with the beautiful wife of his neighbor in the backyard. Then his brother came and played with his wife. Then, somehow, a strange man joined in. Anyway, it was a chaotic mess, with constant penetration. Unlike Japanese films, which had mosaics, the foreign film was completely real and clear. Zhao Na's blood was boiling. Even Zhang Bing wondered what the TV was showing, how it could make Zhao Na so aroused, turning the innocent girl into a slut.

However, he didn't have time to get up and check. His fingertips were busy teasing Zhao Na's wet entrance. Zhao Na almost wanted to die. If it weren't for Zhang Bing's body curled up around her, she wouldn't have been able to sit up straight. When she saw one of the actresses with three or four thick, long sausages in front of her, licking them one by one with a wonderfully wanton expression on her face, she couldn't hold back again. This time, she cried out rapidly and continuously, "Ah..." and finally, with a long "Oh...", she climaxed again.

Zhang Bing threw off the covers and lay on his back, breathing in the fresh air, which was suffocating him.

Zhao Na pounced on him and said coquettishly, "Husband, I want it."

Zhang Bing couldn't help but marvel at the magical effects of this pornographic film. Before he could reply, Zhao Na had already straddled him. But to Zhang Bing's dismay, Zhao Na was actually facing away from him, meaning she was still watching TV.

Zhao Na straddled Zhang Bing, skillfully found his hot sausage, and after wetting the helmet head at the entrance, she sat down section by section until she completely devoured it. Although she had Zhang Bing completely under her control, she wasn't focused. Her beautiful buttocks swayed back and forth, but her eyes were always glued to the TV screen, watching intense scenes of one man with multiple women or one woman with multiple men.

Zhang Bing grew impatient with her riding him, so he thrust upwards, taking matters into his own hands. Strangely, last time, after just a few thrusts, Zhao Na would be completely exhausted, moaning incessantly. Tonight, however, she only made soft "mmm" sounds, leaving Zhang Bing feeling utterly unsatisfied.

Then the TV showed a scene at a party where everyone's secrets were exposed, turning into a chaotic, unrestrained orgy. No one could tell who was having sex with whom; the sounds of sex were deafening, the aroma of flesh filled the air, and people were even swapping partners all over the place.

Seeing this, Zhao Na's hair stood on end, as if she were actually there, becoming a character in the television drama. She began to ride Zhang Bing vigorously, each time going deep inside him, wishing she could shove his two testicles inside as well.

Zhang Bing had never seen Zhao Na so aroused. Like a silent lioness lying in wait, she suddenly pounced, violently venting her repressed desires. Her hips moved rhythmically, completely subduing Zhang Bing beneath her. Her vagina rapidly swallowed and released her vulva, and even Zhang Bing almost couldn't withstand this surge of passion. Seeing the usually quiet and docile Zhao Na transformed into a seductive and alluring woman, he also felt a strange pleasure, and this pleasure kept spreading. His heart ached and itched, shaking the bed violently. It was probably the most passionate lovemaking they had ever had since they met.

Just as the muscular men on TV began shooting their loads onto the beautiful women's faces, Zhao Na let out a seductive, trembling moan. Her legs convulsed uncontrollably, her vagina tightly gripping Zhang Bing's penis, and her juices gushed out between her labia. Unable to resist her passionate call, Zhang Bing's penis swelled and he too violently ejaculated.

Zhao Na swayed on top of Zhang Bing like a drunkard, then lost her balance and tumbled onto the bed. Zhang Bing quickly tried to catch her, but Zhao Na still fell onto the spring mattress. Stroking her flushed cheeks, Zhang Bing asked, "Are you alright?"

Zhao Na only managed a soft "hmm," too weak even to open her eyes. Zhang Bing asked her a few more questions, but she couldn't answer. She seemed exhausted. Zhang Bing then embraced her, turned off the TV remote, switched off the bedside lamp, and pulled the covers up, plunging the room into darkness and silence.

Was Zhao Na asleep?

No! She was just too lazy to speak. Her heart was still strangely pounding. She kept recalling the girl dancing in the night market, the lustful gazes of the crowd, the hand that touched her, the arm that slid across her chest, the sex in the tram, the naked men and women scattered throughout the hall, the close-up of a long stick and a woman's body intercourse—she remembered all sorts of scenes, all sorts of bizarre thoughts, the young man's strange gaze. Her mind was in turmoil, tossing and turning, a hollow feeling settling in her chest.

Chapter 263 Bewitched

Zhang Bing beside her seemed to be asleep. She turned her head, looking at Zhang Bing's peaceful face. She gently stroked his face affectionately and kissed his forehead. Then she sat up, got out of bed, and walked to the window. She gently opened a crack in the curtains. The bright, complete moon was reflected in the windowpane. A full moon, a symbol of reunion, wasn't it? She pushed the window open, and a chill rushed in.

Across the street was a 24-hour convenience store, its storefront still brightly lit. A person sat on a motorcycle mounted on the arcade outside the store. Zhao Na rubbed her eyes. Huh? That's right! It was him! It was that person, the young man who had groped her buttocks in the night market. He sat on the motorcycle, swinging his legs. It was so late at night, the quiet little town had few people and vehicles, no other activity. What was he doing there?

Zhao Na looked at him, and suddenly she had a strange feeling. She felt that he was also looking at her. She remembered his unforgettable gaze. Of course, at this distance, it was mostly just her imagination. Zhao Na hesitated for a moment, gritted her teeth, and muttered "Fine," turning around to casually put on her clothes, slipped on the hotel slippers, opened the door, and quietly went downstairs.

The old woman at the counter was still dozing. Zhao Na pushed open the door, crossed the street with her arms crossed, and as she got closer to the convenience store, she realized her intuition was correct; the man was indeed staring at her with burning eyes.

Zhao Na pretended not to notice and calmly walked past him. They were so close; he could have easily stopped her with a simple gesture, but he didn't. Zhao Na was a little disappointed. She walked past him, went into the convenience store, randomly picked out a bottle of cola, paid, and came out. The man was still unconcerned, brazenly staring at her. Zhao Na walked past him again, this time slowly, still staring at him. Suddenly, the man reached out and grabbed her wrist.

"Miss—" he simply called her.

Zhao Na stared coldly at him. He stood up from the motorcycle seat and moved closer to her. Intimidated by his imposing presence, Zhao Na involuntarily backed away, while he pressed forward. They gradually pressed against each other, moving towards the dark corner next door until Zhao Na's back hit a concrete pillar, leaving her nowhere to retreat. The man pressed close to her chest, their eyes still locked, neither uttering a word.

Zhao Na felt her body burning. She felt deeply ashamed; she shouldn't be like this. But the man's gaze was so intense, as if it wanted to melt her. Suddenly, he moved. He impulsively kissed Zhao Na. Zhao Na felt dizzy, her arms instinctively reaching for him. The cola in her hand fell to the ground, rolling away with a clatter.

Zhao Na kissed him back. What was wrong with her? She didn't know herself! They kissed every inch of each other's faces incessantly, the man's hands groping her body, making her extremely uncomfortable. Zhao Na hadn't worn a bra when she came out, so the man naturally couldn't resist fondling her breasts. Zhao Na began to feel a growing need within her.

The man pushed Zhao Na away, his hands on her waist, grabbing her shirt and pulling it up with a "whoosh." Zhao Na's alluring breasts swayed incessantly, the man staring intently at them. He then pulled his hands back to his waist, unbuckled his belt, letting his trousers fall to his ankles, and pulled down his underwear, revealing a limp penis.

His hands then pressed down on Zhao Na's shoulders, and she obediently squatted down. The man moved his genitals closer, and Zhao Na reached out and pinched his limp penis, hesitatingly opening her cherry lips, but ultimately taking his semi-erect penis into her mouth. The man began making meaningless noises. Zhao Na diligently licked and sucked him, but strangely, he remained limp. Zhao Na grew impatient, forming a circle with her thumb and forefinger and manipulating it. He finally showed a slight improvement. Zhao Na persisted, using her other hand to support his scrotum, and sure enough, he became even harder.

Zhao Na exhausted her efforts, and the half-dead sausage gradually hardened into a large mushroom. Zhao Na spat it out, proudly admiring her achievement while continuing to manipulate it to maintain her result. She looked around, and suddenly, a gush of semen erupted from him.

Zhao Na was startled, angry, and disappointed. But the man's semen was truly plentiful and thick, continuously spraying onto Zhao Na's face, mouth, chest, and pants—a rich accumulation indeed! The man trembled, and his engorged penis receded.

Suddenly, Zhao Na's mind cleared. She realized she had been possessed and had done something unbelievable.

She quickly shoved him away and ran away. The man's trousers were pulled up to his ankles, so he couldn't catch her for a moment. But Zhao Na hadn't run far when she stepped on the Coke bottle that had fallen earlier, slipped, and fell backward. She was startled…

Zhao Na sat up abruptly, opened her eyes, and thanked God, it was just a dream, an embarrassing dream.

The sky was already slightly bright, and the morning light streamed through the curtains. Zhang Bing was sleeping peacefully on his side, both of them still naked. Zhao Na lay back down beside him, secretly reaching down to touch her lower body. It was, of course, soaked. Although no one knew, her face still flushed.

She turned her back to Zhang Bing, leaning closer to him, her buttocks touching his lower body, feeling his morning erection.

Zhang Bing was so hard! She reached back to grasp him; he was straight and swollen. She tried a few times, then spread her legs to let Zhang Bing insert between them, before closing her legs to clamp him in, finally finding some slight relief.

She squeezed for a while, then subtly wiggled her hips, letting the sausage rub against her vulva. However, the more she rubbed, the more flustered she became, and the more wet she became. Unable to bear it any longer, she spread her legs again, using both hands to help grasp the sausage, trying to push the helmet-like head into her lower body. She struggled, finally managing to insert the sausage smoothly into her vagina, and she moaned with satisfaction.

"Is it comfortable?" Zhang Bing asked.

She turned around and saw that Zhang Bing had already woken up. Who wouldn't wake up after being tormented like this? He looked at her with a smile. Zhao Na blushed even more, covering her face with her hands, and said indignantly, "Husband is laughing at me."

How could Zhang Bing resist her girlish coquettishness? He placed one hand on her waist and began to sway back and forth.

“Oh…oh…brother…it feels so good…mmm…”

This time it was Zhang Bing’s turn to be silent; he just kept moving.

“Oh…oh…so deep…ah…ah…”

“Do you like it?” Zhang Bing asked.

“I like it…ah…husband…I love you so much…mmm…it feels so good…ah…ah…I love you…”

Zhang Bing moved slowly and steadily, his arms encircling her, gently playing with her breasts.

“Oh…darling…Bing…faster…please…oh…faster…it’s so beautiful…yes…yes…it feels so good…ah…ah…brother…ah…”

Zhang Bing knew she was getting into it and began to intensify his efforts.

“Ah…ah…almost there…ah…good brother…love me…cherish me…ah…I’m so happy…ah…it’s coming…ah…it’s coming…brother…ah…I’m dying…mmm…”

After a pre-dawn erotic dream, Zhang Bing brought Zhao Na to orgasm with a little more effort. He held her tightly, his morning senses sluggish, and didn't necessarily intend to release his pent-up desire. Instead, he positioned himself inside Zhao Na, giving her a sense of security.

The sparrows outside the window chirped incessantly. Zhao Na said, "Honey, the moon was full last night!"

"Oh? Did I turn into a werewolf last night?" Zhang Bing asked.

"You're a werewolf every day," Zhao Na replied.

At eight o'clock in the morning, Zhang Bing and Zhao Na went downstairs to check out. The old woman kept urging them to "come again," and they casually agreed, walking hand-in-hand back to their car to continue their journey home.

Zhang Bing drove quickly this time, arriving at the Wangfujing Hotel by nine o'clock. After helping Zhao Na upstairs to rest, Zhang Bing thought for a moment and then called the Jiang family to inform Jiang Yan about his visit that day. His intention was to let the Jiang family know his power and that they wouldn't easily abandon him—after all, in such wealthy families, political interests outweigh emotions, and Jiang Yongnian's reluctance to approve of his relationship with Jiang Yan was probably due to this consideration.

Unfortunately, the call was answered by Jiang Yan's mother, Liu Wen, who told him that Jiang Yan had gone for a walk with the old man and that she was home alone. She also asked if he needed to relay any message. Zhang Bing quickly said it was nothing, just that he was going to visit some friends today and wanted to let Jiang Yan know.

Liu Wen considered it for a moment and then invited Zhang Bing to her house. She said that when visiting others, one should bring gifts, and that the house was fully stocked, so he wouldn't need to buy anything else.

Sensing her future mother-in-law's good intentions, Zhang Bing couldn't refuse and agreed.

Sure enough, when Zhang Bing arrived, only Liu Wen was home.

Seeing Zhang Bing get out of the car, Liu Wen went out to greet him.

"You said you were going to visit some elders, do you know anyone else in Beijing?" Liu Wen asked as she followed Zhang Bing into the house.

“Xi Yuexiu, Xia Feng, and Huang Chunyang are all friends of my grandfather; I only recently learned that,” Zhang Bing said with a smile.

“Oh, they’re all important people. I really don’t know what gift to prepare,” Liu Wen said, making Zhang Bing a cup of tea while standing in the living room, looking troubled. “They lack nothing. I can’t afford anything ordinary.”

Chapter 264 The Power of Eloquence

“Actually, there’s no need to mention anything. I’m not going to ask them for favors; it’s just a courtesy visit,” Zhang Bing said with a smile, seeing Liu Wen’s predicament. In China, giving gifts is indeed a difficult matter. Especially with people in high positions, they have what you have, and they have what you don’t. They don’t really care for ordinary things, and you can’t afford the rare things. Besides, even if Zhang Bing had them, she wouldn’t be willing to give them away.

“I have a few boxes of top-grade Lao Jun Mountain tea at home. And some specially supplied tobacco and thatch. Would that be alright? It's considered high-class for an ordinary family, but it's nothing special to them,” Liu Wen said hesitantly. He had originally wanted to arrange something for Zhang Bing, but after hearing who Zhang Bing was giving the gifts to, he felt conflicted.

“Just some tobacco and wine. It's the thought that counts,” Zhang Bing said with a smile. Liu Wen's brows were still furrowed. His smooth face was remarkably similar to Jiang Yan's; he hadn't shed a single wrinkle, not even the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes. He looked radiant and beautiful. If he walked out with Jiang Yongnian, people would hardly believe they were a couple.

“Alright, I'll go prepare three gifts for you.” Hearing Zhang Bing say this, Liu Wen nodded and went to his room to prepare the gifts.

A short while later, he came out carrying three exquisite paper bags. Smiling, Liu Wen said to Zhang Bing, "Two packs of cigarettes and two boxes of tea for each family. As for the wine, how much do you want? Go get it from your room. I can't carry that."

"Forget about the wine. I'll drive to the mall later and buy a few cases. My uncle likes to drink, so he can keep the wine." Zhang Bing stood up and took three bags from his mother-in-law. Their fingers touched briefly, which was perfectly normal, but because of their impure thoughts, it stirred up his imagination. Zhang Bing wanted to leave quickly, afraid something might happen.

"Take a few cases. There's still plenty at home. I'd love for you to take them all. It's better to drink less at your age," Liu Wen said with a smile.

Zhang Bing still didn't take any wine from home. After telling Liu Wen he wouldn't be back for lunch, he grabbed the three bags and fled. Liu Wen stood at the gate, deep in thought.

Zhang Bing's visit was very successful. The Xi, Huang, and Xia families were already grateful for Old Master Qin's kindness and often mentioned it to their families, so most of them knew about it. Zhang Bing's personal visit was warmly received by all three families. Not only that, they also brought back their immediate family members to introduce them to Zhang Bing. Zhang Bing used all her persuasive skills, praising each family, young and old, to the skies, until everyone regarded her as a close friend.

Except for the cold reception she received from Xia Zhidi at the Xia family's house, everyone else was very welcoming. Lunch was at Xi Yuexiu's house, a request she insisted on, which the other two men dared not dispute. Xi Juan also rushed back to have lunch with Zhang Bing.

The house was a detached courtyard, seemingly old, the house not new, but very quiet and secluded. Upon closer inspection, one could find traces of history. Lunch was set under the grapevines in the middle of the courtyard. The dishes were light and delicate, unlike the strong smoky flavors of northern cuisine, more like the work of a southern lady. Zhang Bing knew that Xi Juan was the one cooking today.

Zhang Bing sighed inwardly, thinking how formidable women were these days. It's said that women hold up half the sky, but look at how fiercely women compete with men for jobs these days—it's more than just half the sky! Besides, men have one less function than women: they can't give birth.

Zhang Bing picked up a piece of stir-fried chicken with bamboo shoots and put it in her mouth. The chicken seemed to melt in her mouth. The crispy texture didn't feel like meat at all; it had the aroma of chicken but the smoothness of tofu. She praised Xi Juan, the beautiful woman sitting opposite her, saying, "Not bad. Delicious. It's such a surprise that Sister Xi Juan can cook such a good dish."

Xi Juan used the serving chopsticks to serve Zhang Bing some food, smiling as she said, "It's not that exaggerated. You people have eaten your way across the country and the world; how could my cooking possibly meet your standards? I'm just an amateur; my dishes are at best not bad."

"Auntie, you should try some too. Xi Juan actually said I was lying to her—although I've eaten famous dishes from all over the world, my palate has become picky, and ordinary food just doesn't taste right—" Zhang Bing flattered Xi Yuexiu by serving her food. It's true she's eaten a lot of fancy dishes, but it's not that she's developed a picky palate. Zhang Bing treats a 10,000 yuan banquet and a 3 yuan boxed lunch the same—it's a habit she's had since childhood.

"Okay, I'll try some too. Zhang Bing, you don't know, I'm only here today because of you. If you hadn't come, do you think this girl would have dutifully come back to cook for this old woman?" Xi Yuexiu said, tapping her daughter's forehead with her chopsticks.

"See, that's how heartless you are! Didn't I just cook for you last time, and you said it was delicious?" Xi Juan retorted with a smile, her eyes forming a beautiful arc when she laughed.

"Last time? When was last time? Was it during the New Year? How dare you say that?" Xi Yuexiu said, feigning anger.

"I've been busy," Xi Juan explained with a smile, "Besides, you said my cooking is too bland and not suitable for your taste. I come back every day to cook for you, and you're still not happy."

The mother and daughter bickered, and Zhang Bing, enjoying the food, chimed in with a few words from each side. Zhang Bing had been puzzled by the absence of any men from the Xi family. Xi Juan's surname was Xi, naturally following her mother's. He had initially thought this visit would uncover the mystery, as he was still curious about Xi Yuexiu's husband, fearing his deceased grandfather might have had an affair with this vice-chairman of the CPPCC.

"You've been quite leisurely these past few days," Xi Juan said, watching Zhang Bing, who was engrossed in his food, as their argument temporarily subsided.

"Yes, it's easier when no one's bullying me," Zhang Bing nodded with a smile.

"Who could possibly bully you? I haven't found any young master in Beijing who could rival you," Xi Juan retorted bluntly. "They've been quite tolerant this time."

"That's not like them, is it?" Zhang Bing asked, squinting. He knew Lin Tao somewhat; he was a very patient fellow. He was like a venomous snake lurking in the shadows. He either didn't move at all, or when he did, he would strike. The fact that Tang Xiaoyang could endure such a great humiliation for so long was indeed somewhat unexpected for Zhang Bing.

"Perhaps it's because the opponent is too cunning," Xi Juan said with a smirk. She paused, then pondered, "Beijing is still Beijing. No matter who it is, you have to be careful. It's fine for people to have minor squabbles and cause trouble in Beijing, but if you cross a certain line, the higher-ups will intervene. You know, this is China's administrative capital. If those international media outlets that are always out in the streets were to do something like that, it would be a huge loss of face for the country."

"I think if they just want you to vent your anger, they'll confront you in Beijing. If they want to get rid of you, they'll definitely do it after you leave Beijing."

Zhang Bing smiled bitterly, "Then I'm in a lot of danger?"

Xi Juan rolled her eyes, looking extremely alluring. “I’ve checked your file. It’s dangerous every day, but in the end, it’s always someone else who disappears.”

Xi Yuexiu tapped the table with her chopsticks. She said, “Don’t talk about this while we’re eating. Zhang Bing, you really need to be careful. I’ve been keeping an eye on your situation these past few days, and it’s indeed proving difficult. You young people, why are you all so hot-tempered—”

Ever since Tang Xiaoyang was publicly humiliated by Zhang Bing at the Heaven on Earth and fled in a sorry state, he rarely enjoyed attending parties anymore. Moreover, he had begun to resent crowded and noisy occasions. That incident weighed heavily on his chest like a mountain, making him constantly mindful of others’ ridicule and criticism.

As the representative of the Tang family in Hong Kong, being publicly humiliated in Beijing was a disgrace to the Tang family. The Tang family patriarch, Old Master Tang, was furious and wanted to tear Zhang Bing to pieces. However, after Tang Xiaoyang strongly objected and investigated Zhang Bing's background and the various parties involved, he had no choice but to abandon this overly violent method. Tang Xiaoyang refused Old Master Zhao's intervention; he insisted on killing Zhang Bing himself to avenge his family.

Tang Xiaoyang's current situation was dire. He could no longer attend the vibrant nightlife of the capital and the various gatherings of noble ladies and officials. Even worse, he couldn't return home. After committing such a disgraceful act, the younger generation of the Tang family, whom he had always looked down upon, began to treat him coldly. Those who had once been respectful and obsequious now turned on him, making it hard for him to breathe. Although Old Master Tang hadn't said anything, his attitude towards him grew increasingly cold. If he couldn't get his revenge, he feared he would never be able to hold his head high again.

The worse his surroundings became, the more insane Tang Xiaoyang's hatred for Zhang Bing grew.

Tang Xiaoyang now lives in a detached villa in Runyuan, Tianhe District. While not the most luxurious in Beijing, it's still quite well-known, with prices starting at 31,000 yuan per square meter. This exquisitely decorated, detached villa was a gift from him when he served as an honorary consultant for a top 100 foreign company. At the time, he helped them resolve a quality issue in China, using his connections to pressure the issue down the chain of command, silencing all media reports and preventing the foreign company from facing hundreds of millions of dollars in compensation, thus perfectly protecting their reputation. The company, grateful for his friendship, bought the villa as a gift. Of course, besides this, there was also the limited-edition Ferrari sports car.

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