Intertwined office complexes

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Zhang Ming and Wang Na were startled by the sudden applause and turned around in surprise.
Lei Xiaoyao stood at the office door with a smile, clapping her hands gently.
Zhang Ming and Wang Na hurriedly stood up: "President Lei..."
"It's alright, I've been listening for quite a while. Zhang Ming's thinking is very clear, and I've been very inspired. It seems our company will have another excellent planning expert, right? Wang Na, what do you think, you little firecracker?" Lei Xiaoyao praised Zhang Ming, although she turned to ask for Wang Na's opinion, her tone was firm, leaving Wang Na no room for disagreement.
"President Lei, why do you call me a little firecracker? Am I that hot? I'm a big firecracker, don't you think, Zhang Ming, hehe..." Hearing Lei Xiaoyao's rare joke, Wang Na immediately followed up with a clever coquettish gesture. This was a rare opportunity to build a closer relationship between superiors and subordinates.
Zhang Ming was a little dumbfounded. Two beautiful women were displaying their charms in front of him, especially the smiling Lei Xiaoyao who was also looking at him. It would be strange if he wasn't dumbfounded. But in this moment of mutual display of spiciness, Zhang Ming, understanding the implication, chimed in to Wang Na: "That's right, you really are a big chili pepper, not a small one, and not just any big chili pepper, but an extremely, extremely hot one, the kind that's like a bird's eye chili pepper, the kind that can kill you with just one bite, the ultimate, super-hot chili pepper in the universe."
Wang Na spat at Zhang Ming, her ears turning slightly red: "Hehe, how did you know? As for whether I'm spicy or not, whether I'll kill someone with the spiciness, do you want to know, Zhang Ming?"
Glancing at Lei Xiaoyao, who wasn't offended but instead looked at the two of them with amusement, Zhang Ming felt relieved and replied, "Although I know it's dangerous, for Blue Dream Drinks, I'm going all out. Revolution always requires sacrifice; sacrificing myself brings happiness to countless others. If there are difficulties, we must rise to the challenge; if there are no difficulties, we must create them and rise to the challenge. Come on, let me die from the spiciness!" After saying this, Zhang Ming exaggeratedly stretched out his arms and tilted his head back in a gesture of selfless sacrifice, but his face was a comical mix of mischief and pain.
"Hahahaha!" Lei Xiaoyao and Wang Na, unable to contain themselves any longer, burst into laughter at Zhang Ming's strange appearance. Zhang Ming scratched his head and chuckled.
Unconsciously, the three of them seemed to have established a connection, a slightly intimate connection unique to the three of them.
"It's getting late, let me treat you two to dinner," Lei Xiaoyao said to the two, who readily agreed. Wang Na was especially happy; this was the first time Lei Xiaoyao had treated her employees to dinner, a rare occurrence. It seemed that President Lei quite appreciated Zhang Ming, and indeed, Zhang Ming was quite capable.
"Zhang Ming explained things very clearly, and I've thought through many things as well. I think with President Lei personally overseeing things, Zhang Ming can't afford to be unclear-headed. Hehe, I have more confidence in the Beijing market now, but I'm still a little worried about the distribution channels," Wang Na brought up the topic again at the dinner table.
“Channel development is our company’s top priority, and I’ve never neglected this. The recent adjustments to the plan have indeed affected some wholesalers. Here’s what we’ll do: Wang Na, organize a symposium and invite all your wholesalers, big and small. I’ll personally communicate with them, explaining the company’s situation, changes, and related support. Zhang Ming, you work with Wang Na to plan the symposium. It can be a large-scale event; you two discuss the details and submit a report for my approval.”
“Great! With President Lei personally handling this, there shouldn’t be any problems,” Wang Na replied. With such company support, things should be fine. Relieved of her worries, her stomach, which had been rumbling from hunger all day, began to rumble. Wang Na, completely unladylike, began to devour her food.
Watching her two subordinates engage in a fierce mealtime battle like long-deprived gourmets, Lei Xiaoyao knew that the past few days’ hard work had exhausted everyone in the company, and morale might be affected. The unexpected leak of the annual plan and the swift implementation of the new plan adjustments will inevitably have a negative impact on the already nascent operations, potentially leading to a drop in morale. Lei Xiaoyao secretly pondered how to re-motivate the employees.
"The HR department's annual performance evaluation doesn't start until next month. I think everyone in the company is a little worried, haha. But we've done well this year. Wang Na, when you hold the morning meeting tomorrow, motivate the employees and boost everyone's morale. I'm thinking of having a company dinner on the 31st. It's the end of the year, and all the employees of Lanmeng Drinks should get together and have some fun. Zhang Ming, go to the second floor tomorrow and book that medium-sized banquet hall. Also, tell General Manager Tu to have all the middle and senior managers from the base come, as well as the team members from Taiyuan. Firstly, it's to hold a company-wide meeting for middle management to assign new work tasks, and secondly, it's to let everyone eat, sing, and drink to welcome the New Year and greet 1997 with a fresh look."
"Yay... Long live General Manager Lei... Now my little pigs under me will be so happy." Wang Na said happily to General Manager Lei. At this moment, Wang Na smiled brightly like an innocent young girl, making Zhang Ming feel a little dazed, a little distracted, and infatuated...
"1996 was a year of rapid development for us. Every colleague in the company contributed a great deal. Group President Lan also entrusted me to convey New Year's greetings to everyone, wishing Lanmeng Beverages continued success in 1997! Tell me, are you confident?"
All the employees shouted excitedly, "Yes…!" The
fact that Lei Xiaoyao, usually so strict and austere, could give such a warm speech made everyone feel flattered, and they naturally responded enthusiastically to the beautiful general manager's initiative.
"Finally, let's raise our glasses. On behalf of all members of the Lanmeng Beverages General Manager's Office, I wish everyone a prosperous New Year, with Lanmeng Beverages reaching new heights and everyone achieving brilliant results. Cheers!" "
Cheers…!" the Lanmeng Beverages employees responded in unison.
Zhang Ming was originally at the same table as Lei Xiaoyao. This table was filled with the company's main managers, and some middle-level managers from the base were also at the table. Because of Lei Xiaoyao, everyone was a little hesitant to drink freely, even moving their chopsticks somewhat shyly. Although Lei Xiaoyao was unusually smiling all evening, these people were still used to her beautiful, radiant face, and tonight's smile felt strange, making them all seem unusually reserved. Because of the silence at the main table, the sales department, which should have been bustling with activity, was correspondingly rather subdued.
Looking at the awkward atmosphere at the table, Lei Xiaoyao sighed inwardly. It seemed she had been too strict, making her employees uncomfortable. This somber atmosphere wasn't what she had intended. Leaving early wouldn't be appropriate, so she suggested, "Don't just sit there eating, everyone. It's getting a bit dull, isn't it? Let's not be so reserved. Zhang Ming, you guys should drink and play some drinking games, have some fun!"
"Okay, Zhang Ming, I'll play Tiger's Pole with you!" Li Li, who always followed the general manager's lead, was quick-witted and sensed Lei Xiaoyao's displeasure with the somber atmosphere, immediately agreeing with her suggestion. Seeing Li Li, who rarely drank so readily, eagerly joining in, Zhang Ming's confidence, built up over the past two days, swelled.
"Hey, since Sister Li has given me the challenge, I'll gladly follow you to the death! Come on!" Zhang Ming pretended to roll up his sleeves to accept the challenge.
Lei Xiaoyao and Tu Tiancheng exchanged a smile, seeing the approval in each other's eyes.
As the main table became lively, the people at the other tables gradually started to make noise, especially the tables near the sales department, which were bustling with activity. It seemed that news of Wang Na and Zheng Bin's drinking contest had spread, and the whole atmosphere became completely lively.
On this side, Li Li was no match for Zhang Ming, a veteran drinker. She was almost defeated one after another, actually drinking more than 3 liang (150ml) of baijiu (Chinese liquor), leaving Zhang Ming speechless. Slightly drunk, Li Li's face was flushed, revealing an even more mature and alluring charm, and she spoke to Zhang Ming without restraint.
The whole table became lively, and everyone toasted Lei Xiaoyao. Lei Xiaoyao also drank generously. Unlike Li Li's flushed face, Lei Xiaoyao only had a slight flush on her cheeks, a faint blush from the alcohol, which, combined with her moist lips, made her even more alluring.
The atmosphere in the banquet hall was lively and cheerful...
Zhang Ming's face was flushed, and he was starting to lose his bearings. His usually confident drinking capacity was proving inadequate against the deliberate harassment from the sales team in Beijing. After being pulled away from the main table by the sales staff, Zhang Ming realized things might be going badly.
Looking at Wang Na's increasingly hazy eyes beside him, Zhang Ming dared not boast of his own drinking prowess in her presence. Wang Na's frequent toasts, coupled with the sales team's relentless attacks, quickly made Zhang Ming quite tipsy.
Zhang Ming was certain that this was all Wang Na's deliberate arrangement. Why? Did Wang Na have feelings for him? A smug feeling flashed through Zhang Ming's mind as he saw Wang Na's seemingly watery eyes.
"Ugh..." After gagging for a while, Zhang Ming finally vomited violently into the toilet. The intense nausea made him feel terrible. Because of the nausea and straining, tears started streaming down his face and eventually flowed uncontrollably. Squatting by the toilet, struggling to wipe his mouth with tissues, Zhang Ming was filled with emotion. A new year was about to begin, and he had been in Beijing for three years. Time really flies. "Mom, do you know, your son has started to have better opportunities. I won't worry you anymore. I've really grown up."
But just as Zhang Ming was squatting on the toilet, lost in thought, the wheels of time rolled into 1997...
At 00:23 on January 1, 1997, in a private room of Yuanyuan Sauna,
the petite and charming Xiao Yao was working hard to earn her first paycheck of the new year. This girl, who loved dolls and wanted to escape poverty, was working hard in the vast city of Beijing with her perseverance and natural talent.
Young Xiao Yao didn't have many dreams, or rather, her dream was simple: to escape poverty. Using her body to build her future was Xiao Yao's only option. This was an era that increasingly mocked poverty but not prostitution. Although she chose to sell her body and earn money, even if it meant being looked down upon, Xiao Yao never regretted it.
The fat man beneath her lips soon showed signs of impending climax. Xiao Yao skillfully removed the slightly short, grotesque penis, her hands quickly stroking it, letting thick white semen spray onto his bulging belly. The man cried out in pleasure, and Xiao Yao smiled seductively, "Boss, is it comfortable?"
This meant another great man would be added to Xiao Yao's bill for the day, Xiao Yao thought with satisfaction.
Meanwhile, the image of that strange, tall boy who had touched her a few days ago was fading further and further from Xiao Yao's mind…
*************** January 1, 1997, 00:10, Lanmeng Building underground parking garage.
Lei Xiaoyao, having refused Tu Tiancheng's offer to send a car, opened the car door with some difficulty and plopped down in the driver's seat, looking somewhat dazed.
She had drunk quite a bit today, but it wasn't a big deal for her. Self-control was always her proudest quality; managing her emotions well and preventing excessive personal feelings from showing was her consistent principle, and today was no exception. Although many people offered her drinks, Lei Xiaoyao skillfully controlled the situation, not wanting to embarrass others while also controlling herself from drinking too much.
Lanmeng Drinks was where she was realizing her dreams, and this young company, into which she had poured her heart and soul, was progressing according to her expectations. Did Ye Bin think that getting the company's plans meant he could act arrogantly and pretentious in front of her? Absolutely not. Lei Xiaoyao hated herself for being so bewitched by this man, for being so deeply infatuated with him, and for Ye Bin still being her nightmare.
Returning from the US was undoubtedly at Lan Meng's strong invitation, and also the best choice to escape the torment of that past relationship that she should have thrown down the toilet. Unexpectedly, this lingering ghost of a man also returned to China soon after, and surprisingly, he was a colleague, adding an even deeper layer of resentment to this already bitter rivalry.
Zhang Ming's unexpectedly good performance helped her escape her sudden predicament. Was this somewhat sunny young man a new discovery for her at Lan Meng's? Could he grow into an important asset? Lei Xiaoyao wasn't entirely sure. But Zhang Ming's enthusiasm made Lei Xiaoyao feel a slight easing in her tense heart…
*************** January 1, 1997, 00:30 AM, Zhao Beibei, just entering her home.
"Mom, please stop nagging. There was a company party today, so I'm a little late. Didn't I tell you on the phone?" Zhao Beibei threw herself onto the large sofa in the living room, looking a little tired.
Everyone in the company was on steroids today, all happy and joyful, drinking like crazy. This New Year's celebration was a bit unusual for Zhao Beibei. Although she hadn't drunk much herself, Li Li's alcohol tolerance was truly astonishing. She hadn't realized her manager could drink so much.
Zhang Ming was really something else, getting Li Li completely drunk. Wait, where's he? Maybe he went to the bathroom to vomit. Haha, Zhang Ming, you really are my idol…
*************** January 1, 1997, 00:18, Chang'an Club.
Located on the prime real estate of Chang'an Avenue, the Chang'an Club had only been established for six months, but already boasted prominent members like Li Ka-shing, Fok Ying-tung, and Yang Yuanqing.
Lan Meng called the club's owner, Chen Lihua, "elder sister." Because of this personal connection, Lan Meng purchased a personal membership at a 50% discount, but it still cost $3,000. Lan Meng had always admired the Chang'an Club's elegant, luxurious, and grand palatial style.
Zhao Yong, holding his teacup, quietly gazed at Lan Meng before him. They were roughly the same age, yet Lan Meng was a generation older, a fact that sometimes made Zhao Yong feel disheartened. This woman's mysterious charm had always captivated him, but due to various reasons, he could only wait by her side, hoping her gaze would fall upon him.
The bar's atmosphere, a blend of worldly extravagance and tranquil seclusion, was a haven for Lan Meng. She enjoyed sitting quietly in the Chinese tea area, savoring a rare moment of peace.
Lan Meng knew of Zhao Yong's feelings for her; she had considered them herself, but ultimately, many factors prevented them from reaching that point. She could only treat this man, whom she could consider a nephew or a brother, truly as a nephew.
But Lan Meng liked the infatuation that a man of Zhao Yong's status had for her. She liked this infatuation, just like with Zhang Ming a few days ago—that young, passionate, and lustful gaze, now even clearer in the rising steam from the teacup Lan Meng held…
*************** January 1, 1997, 00:26, Qin Yu's little apartment.
Watching Li Kai thrusting into her, Qin Yu felt incredibly proud. Today, Qin Yu was dressed as a Japanese girl; the kimono she'd bought on a previous flight to Tokyo was finally coming in handy.
Qin Yu had decorated her home with a touch of Japanese style, playing Japanese folk music, accompanied by warm sake. The glimpses of her snow-white legs peeking out from under her kimono thrilled Li Kai. Her hair piled up and her chest barely concealed, Qin Yu could clearly feel the erection in Li Kai's groin. The burning desire in Li Kai's eyes also fueled her own, making Qin Yu even more alluring, until a voice cried out, "Little Kai, if you keep staring at me like that, I'm going to be wet!" finally igniting Li Kai's passion.
Qin Yu was satisfied tonight, knowing her importance in Li Kai's heart had increased further.
Li Kai was also satisfied tonight. The novelty the seductive woman beneath him brought was astonishing. Although he saw through her tricks, he knew that if a woman was willing to put in so much effort for you, it meant your position in her heart was as secure as a mountain, regardless of the reason.
"Come on, Xiao Kai, shoot in my mouth, let me be your exclusive, most wanton woman..." Qin Yu murmured softly, until Li Kai's hot semen rushed into her throat...
*************** January 1, 1997, 00:06, Min Yanyan's home.
Looking at her husband's tired face, Min Yanyan couldn't help but feel a little guilty. Although their marriage had long had some irreparable cracks, their families and their respective statuses dictated that they had to continue to compromise. They were exceptionally polite and courteous, their upbringing, manners, and agreements preventing them from interfering in each other's private lives.
Although her own infidelity didn't make her feel too guilty, spending the night outside still broke their agreement, which made Min Yanyan feel a little guilty. His return before New Year's Day and his staying at home touched her slightly. However, despite the touching moment, what had happened could never be changed.
The noodles tumbled in the pot; Min Yanyan had made them herself, her knife skills meticulous, which gave her a touch of pride. Although she hadn't cooked in a long time, her skills hadn't been neglected.
In the rising steam, Zhang Ming's smiling face and the madness of that night made Min Yanyan's legs feel wet...
*************** January 1, 1997, 00:34, in a speeding taxi.
Wang Na was a little drunk. After telling the driver the address, Wang Na felt dizzy.
Zhang Ming's hasty escape still amused Wang Na. He, who considered himself a master of drinking, had been deliberately made to drink until he was vomiting in the toilet. Wang Na, who had deliberately passed by the men's room, was already laughing so hard she couldn't stand up straight. But Zhang Ming's obvious discomfort still made Wang Na feel a little sorry for him. Although she had been somewhat mischievous, retaliating against his indifference to her charm that day, Zhang Ming's several direct gazes at her today somewhat lessened her resentment.
"Serves you right for being so clueless! My irresistible charm, which I deliberately set up for you, failed miserably in front of you. This is the first time I've done this, so I have to teach you a lesson. You damned Zhang Ming, you stinking pig, you vomiting pig who's made a complete mess!" Wang Na muttered under her breath.
*************** January 1, 1997, 00:44, men's restroom in the restaurant on the second floor of the Lanmeng Building.
Washing his face with cold water, Zhang Ming finally felt much better. "These bastards, they forced me to drink so much. Wang Na, you're really ruthless. I'll get my revenge, hehe, and I'll report this to the authorities. This matter should be elevated to a higher strategic level than the Blue Storm Plan..."
Zhang Ming muttered, swaying as he staggered out of the restroom.
"Huh?"
The door to the women's restroom opposite opened at that moment.
"It's you?"
the two said in unison.
It was Li Li who came out of the women's restroom?!
This really surprised Zhang Ming. At this moment, Li Li showed signs of intoxication, her flushed cheeks exuding a captivating charm. She wore a gray V-neck sweater, and the scarf tied around her fair neck was still loose, revealing a small patch of her fair chest. There were obvious water stains on her black cashmere coat at the elbows. Li Li's eyes were somewhat dazed, yet sharp, leaving Zhang Ming at a loss.
"Uh, Sister Li, why haven't you gone home yet? I thought I was the only one left," Zhang Ming
said, a little puzzled. "It's all your fault! You made me drink so much, making me feel awful. I'll remember you, just wait and see how I deal with you later!" Li Li's tone held a hint of resentment, instantly sobering Zhang Ming up by half.
"No, Sister Li, I didn't mean to! You can see I'm almost drunk too, vomiting and feeling terrible, even bringing up bile, my mouth tastes bitter and fishy, I wish I could just die right now!" Zhang Ming exaggerated.
"Serves you right, who told you to force-feed me? It'd be easier if you just threw up." Li Li frowned, staggering and unsteady on her feet.
Zhang Ming quickly steadied her arm, but Li Li leaned against him, a strange smell of alcohol, perfume, and body odor wafting up and making Zhang Ming feel dizzy. It was the scent of a mature woman. Could he take advantage of this and make a move? Zhang Ming felt a surge of desire.
The two walked hand in hand to the stairs. Whether intentionally or due to the alcohol, Li Li relied almost entirely on Zhang Ming to walk. Her full breasts rubbed against his arm, fueling his lust. Suppressing his wicked desire, Zhang Ming's voice sounded strange: "Sister Li, we're at the stairs. Be careful, watch the steps."
Li Li seemed to have completely relinquished control of her body, unconsciously about to step onto the stairs. Startled, Zhang Ming broke out in a cold sweat. He quickly steadied Li Li, preventing her from wandering off. A misstep would surely drag them both tumbling down the stairs.
"How about this, I'll hold you tighter, and you follow the steps I'm counting. Be careful, okay, Sister Li?" Zhang Ming turned to look at Li Li, who was leaning against his arm. Li
Li's head was tilted back, her eyes slightly misty, her eyelids half-closed. The faint wrinkles at the corners of her eyes seemed like alluring silk, making her exceptionally seductive. Her warm breath brushed against Zhang Ming's neck, her full lips parting slightly.
Their posture perfectly resembled that of lovers about to share a passionate kiss in the street. Zhang Ming felt a sudden rush of energy, and somewhat absentmindedly, he leaned towards those warm, moist red lips.
Li Li's eyes shone with an even more intense mist, her chest heaving rapidly as if she had made a firm decision. Turning her head away, she gasped, "Then you'd better hold me tight, okay? I feel a little unsteady on my feet, I'm afraid I'll lose my balance."
Zhang Ming, who hadn't managed a kiss, was genuinely startled this time. Goosebumps rose down his spine; he had almost made a grave mistake. If this caused any negative consequences, it would be far too much to bear. If Li Li were to report this to Lei Xiaoyao, he would definitely be fired.
Zhang Ming dared not be careless again. He turned sideways and properly embraced Li Li's waist. The touch of her fullness sent a surge of desire through him, but without any hint of lust. He simply held her gently but firmly, then wrapped her arms around his waist. This intertwined position was even more suggestive. Li Li's breasts were pressed tightly against Zhang Ming's ribs, their fullness and softness making him want to cry out. Li Li seemed to deliberately tighten her arms, pressing her breasts even closer.
Zhang Ming didn't know whether he was in a blessing or a curse. This torment of desire was simply... simply... unbearable.
These 20-odd steps felt like a long march to Zhang Ming. On one hand, he had to carefully watch their steps, especially supporting Li Li as she stumbled along; on the other hand, he had to try his best to suppress the allure of her body. When they finally reached the lobby of the Lanmeng Building, Zhang Ming could clearly feel his shirt soaked with sweat.
"Sister Li, alright, we're in the lobby." Releasing his hand from Li Li's waist, Zhang Ming, though still somewhat captivated by her ample bosom, dared not show it too openly. He gently patted Li Li's shoulder, reminding her.
The blush on Li Li's face was completely unlike that of someone drunk; the unusual flush carried a distinctly sensual quality, and her chest heaved intensely. Those 20-odd steps had also been quite a struggle for her.
"Um, thank you… Zhang… Ming… without you, I really might not have been able to make it down."
"Sister Li, why are you being so polite? Where are you going? I'll take you. It's not safe for a woman to be out alone so late." Standing in front of the Lanmeng Building, the winter chill sobered them both up considerably. Zhang Ming was now completely sober, and his tone towards Li Li showed a touch of respect.
"I..."
Li Li turned up the collar of her cashmere coat, as if to shield herself from the cold. Suddenly, she didn't know why she didn't want to reveal her address in Jiarun Garden; a strong desire to avoid being alone filled her heart. She didn't want to go back to that empty house, in the early hours of New Year's Day. She had to endure the chill of over a year alone. The house was large and exquisitely decorated, but it lacked any warmth. Besides, she couldn't drive in her drunken state, and going back to her parents' house wasn't appropriate. In the early hours of New Year's Day, she couldn't find a warm place to go, and Li Li was overcome with sadness.
Seeing Li Li's increasingly furrowed brows, and with the light from the lobby, Li Li, biting her lower lip, looked exceptionally pitiful. Zhang Ming vaguely guessed that Li Li might not want to go home. It was said that Li Li's husband was in America; his specific situation there was unknown, but Li Li owned a car and a house—a very ordinary Fukang, but at this time, owning a private car clearly indicated that Li Li came from a well-off family.
"Well, how about you stay at my place for a bit? It's simple, but it's reasonably clean. You can rest there, Sister Li, and then go home tomorrow morning?" Zhang Ming's heart warmed, not wanting to see Li Li in a difficult position, and he boldly offered.
"This..." Li Li was tempted. She knew Zhang Ming's rented place wasn't too far away. Was it appropriate to go now? After what had just happened, could she really leave him alone? A moment of infatuation could be forgiven, but what if something happened? Li Li was uncertain, but the desire to go was quickly taking over. The scent of Zhang Ming in her arms had intoxicated her for a while, and that long-suppressed desire was now surging. Should she control it? Or not?
"What about my car?" Li Li hesitated, seemingly making a final effort to find an excuse not to go.
"It's okay, I'll drive there for you. Don't worry, I'll drive slowly. The police should all be home by now, and it's very close."
"Okay then, I'll stay at your place for a bit." Li Li seemed to visibly breathe a sigh of relief.
Ignition, clutch, gear shift, a light touch on the accelerator, and the milky-white Citro?n Fukang smoothly started, gliding towards the still brightly lit Baiyi Road.
Li Li, her mind at ease, leaned back in her seat, too lazy to move. Her heart, now calmer, was no longer pounding wildly, but her tight sweater still outlined her curves. Her knee-length skirt had risen slightly, revealing a section of her thigh clad in black stockings, which, illuminated by the flickering streetlights, appeared incredibly alluring.
Zhang Ming couldn't help but swallow hard. Li Li was wearing thin stockings in the dead of winter! It was practically an invitation to commit a crime, Zhang Ming muttered to himself.
Zhang Ming's rented apartment was located diagonally opposite Zizhuyuan Park on the west side. It was an older community, consisting of six-story buildings, and Zhang Ming's one-bedroom apartment was among them. Coincidentally, after learning that Zhang Ming was moving out of the basement, an older woman upstairs, Aunt Zhang, enthusiastically recommended her current landlord, an old neighbor of Aunt Zhang's. The house originally belonged to the landlord's son and his wife. Having just gone abroad and with nothing else to do, and with Aunt Zhang's enthusiastic recommendation and guarantee, the landlord rented the room, which included gas, electricity, and a telephone, to Zhang Ming for the incredibly low price of 800 yuan. Zhang Ming was overjoyed. The location was excellent, close to Zhongguancun, not far from his company, and near a park, making shopping and transportation extremely convenient. The house had an old-fashioned layout; the living room, kitchen, and bathroom weren't very large, but because the landlord had combined the balcony with the bedroom, the 30-square-meter bedroom felt spacious.
"It's really nice, Zhang Ming. I didn't realize you were so good at organizing things," Li Li remarked, standing inside. The room was nothing like the mess Zhang Ming had described.
"Not at all. The original landlord had renovated the house very well; I just benefited from it, haha," Zhang Ming replied, which was indeed true. The young couple who originally lived here were very organized. They not only expanded the bedroom but also renovated the kitchen, living room, and bathroom, allowing Zhang Ming, the newcomer, to fully enjoy the comforts. Especially noteworthy were the high-quality kitchen and bathroom fixtures from top domestic brands, making Zhang Ming marvel at his good fortune. He had moved in with almost nothing, having sold all his original furniture to a furniture dealer. The place was fully furnished and equipped with appliances, creating a truly homey atmosphere.
Because it was a residential area for the families of a ministry in Beijing, the heating was excellent. Upon entering, Li Li immediately felt the warmth and cozy family atmosphere.
She took off her high boots and stood barefoot in the living room. A faint smell of cooking oil wafted from the kitchen, making her heart flutter.
Against the wall was a small, folding dining table for two. On the table, leaning against the wall, was a jar of spicy sauce from a famous brand, and two trendy magazines lay casually outside: one was *New Weekly*, and the other *Lifestyle Information*.
In the corner of the living room, there was an elegant clothes rack with several of Zhang Ming's clothes hanging on it. Below the rack, a pair of men's underwear was clearly hanging, seemingly washed and hung up by Zhang Ming yesterday.
Li Li stared at it, somewhat stunned. Zhang Ming quickly went over, picked up the underwear, and stuffed it into his pocket, stammering and blushing slightly. Li Li couldn't help but laugh at Zhang Ming's action. Ever since entering the house and feeling that unusually warm feeling, Li Li's heart had been pounding uncontrollably, and her nerves had been tense. But Zhang Ming's actions eased the tension in her heart, and her mind relaxed.
Zhang Ming pulled a pair of women's cotton slippers from the shoe cabinet and handed them to Li Li. Looking at the smiling Li Li, he said, "Sister Li, put on these slippers. The floor is quite cold, and your socks are a bit too thin."
Rejecting the slippers, Li Li replied, "Really? I don't feel the floor is cold at all. Are my socks thin? I don't think so. I would never wear thick socks; it would make me look like a silly waitress. It's better to be a little cool like this. I'm not completely sober yet, and besides, I have to be wary of you, you big bad wolf."
"Really? Sister, how do I look like a big bad wolf? I'm just a shy little pig."
"Oh, looks like Wang Na got you drunk today, and you're really shamelessly flirting with her." Li Li's tone was a little sour.
"No, no, Sister Li, why don't you stay inside for a while, listen to some music or watch some DVDs? I'll make us something to eat. I reckon you haven't eaten much today, right? I can't, I ate a lot of seafood, but it all went to the toilet. It never gives me anything good, this time it's like the toilet had a feast."
"Haha, don't make it sound so disgusting. Are you sure you can handle it? You're not going to cook some instant noodles, are you? I'm still a bit dizzy, I can't do it. Even if you really cook instant noodles, I'll accept it."
"Hey, Sister Li, you know what, I'm actually a kitchen expert. You'll see. I'll take you to the bedroom to rest first. Come on, this way. Feel free to look around. There are CDs and VCDs here, and books and magazines over there. Take your time. I'm going to the kitchen to get to work." Zhang Ming led Li Li into the bedroom and turned on all the lights.
The room was covered with a thick carpet, and next to the large bedroom door was a row of wardrobes, very elegant white, with stainless steel strips used to decorate the wardrobe doors, simple and generous. A large double bed, its thin blankets rolled up haphazardly without being folded, features a wood-grain headboard that complements a matching low cabinet. A volcanic rock lamp adds a warm touch, reflecting the owner's taste. Beyond this, a floor-to-ceiling bookshelf extends along the wall to the balcony, with a desk extending outwards. Both the bookshelf and desk are piled high with various books. On the balcony is a canvas beach chair with a light gray fabric footstool beside it. A pendant light casts a soft glow above the chair, clearly indicating Zhang Ming's reading area.
Opposite the bed is a home theater system with a TV, stereo, and DVD player. Further towards the balcony is a dressing table, piled high with CDs and VCDs—mostly Hollywood films on VCDs and older recordings of Hong Kong and Taiwanese singers on CDs.
Li Li flipped through the CDs, thinking that Zhang Ming's taste was clearly outdated, though somewhat similar to her own. She pulled out a Cai Qin CD and put it in the stereo. Cai Qin's deep, resonant voice immediately filled the room:
"Who is knocking on my window
? Who is plucking the strings?
That forgotten time
gradually rises from my heart.
The joyful scenes in my memory
slowly surface in my mind.
The gently falling rain
keeps hitting my window.
Only I, silent and speechless,
occasionally recall the past."
In this quiet space, in the bedroom filled with a distinctly masculine atmosphere, Li Li's heart seemed gently stirred by the song. She involuntarily sat back on the beach chair, listening intently. The loneliness and helplessness in her heart seemed to lessen and then deepen in that instant. What are you doing in Chicago right now? Do you know that your wife is on the verge of danger? Do you know the helplessness, the loneliness, the emptiness I've felt for the past year?
A tear slowly slid down Li Li's cheek.
Holding the tray, Zhang Ming was filled with mixed emotions. Li Li was clearly lost in sadness, missing her husband abroad, and hadn't even noticed him enter. Sigh, perhaps women are inherently weaker, always hoping for a man's embrace to lean on. Maybe only Lei Xiaoyao was an exception? Zhang Ming gently placed the tray on the desk.
Kneeling beside Li Li, he softly patted her hand and said gently, "Sister Li, if you want to cry, just cry it out. Sometimes releasing your emotions is good for your health; holding them in isn't good."
Looking into Zhang Ming's sincere gaze, Li Li suddenly felt a strong urge to throw herself into this man's arms. Although he was only 26, he seemed very mature. Looking down at Zhang Ming's shirt, which was unbuttoned at the top, revealing his chest, Li Li instinctively felt a magnetic force rising from his chest, drawing her closer.
Tears streamed down her face uncontrollably, and Li Li clutched Zhang Ming's sleeve, sobbing bitterly.
Seeing the woman before him so unlike her usual self, Zhang Ming felt a pang of pity. He knew the feeling of being left alone must be unbearable. Gently stroking Li Li's hand, Zhang Ming let her release her pent-up emotions.
"I'm sorry..." Li Li sobbed, "I just...I just..."
Zhang Ming moved to sit on the cushion, still pulling Li Li into his arms, gently stroking her back. "Cry, it's okay, everything will be alright."
Li Li finally broke down in tears. The warmth emanating from Zhang Ming's chest made her appear even more vulnerable and helpless. She clung tightly to Zhang Ming's waist, tears streaming down her face.
The woman's body in his arms felt exceptionally soft. Stroking Li Li's shoulder-length hair, the softness and firmness clearly pulsating against Zhang Ming's chest and abdomen caused his body to involuntarily heat up.
Zhang Ming was startled to discover that Li Li, who was kneeling and clinging to him, had revealed half of her snow-white waist due to her forward lean, and a corner of the black lace stockings at the edge of her skirt was peeking out. "Damn it," he cursed inwardly, trying to control himself but unable to. A surge of heat rose in his lower abdomen, clearly causing a hardening in a certain area.
The woman in his arms stirred, seemingly sensing Zhang Ming's hardness. Her neck suddenly turned crimson, her body trembled slightly, and her sobs gradually subsided.
Zhang Ming's hardness, due to her position, pressed against her abdomen, making Li Li's heart tremble. The melodious voice of Tsai Chin's song drifted in: "The music breaks the silence, each note touching my heart, reminding me of him, stirring my emotions, still deeply imprinted with his lip print. Now, my beloved, where can I find him?" She shook off the sorrow, forcefully pulling away. Li Li shook her head, looking up at Zhang Ming.
A face streaked with tears, lips trembling, eyes glazed, cheeks flushed. Zhang Ming was captivated, a burning desire slowly building within him. His heart screamed, "Leave my embrace! I don't want to… I can't…"
Li Li didn't move, her gaze fixed on Zhang Ming. "
It's over," Zhang Ming's last shred of reason crumbled. He couldn't care less; why not take advantage of such a seductive woman first? Perhaps she needed his comfort too, Zhang Ming reasoned.
Suddenly, Zhang Ming fiercely kissed Li Li's moist lips, his tongue forcefully thrusting inside. Li Li let out a low, hoarse moan, a mixture of pleasure and sorrow, her arms tightening around Zhang Ming's waist.
Their tongues intertwined, Li Li sucking hard on Zhang Ming's tongue, her mouth opening as if to completely engulf his, her fingers gripping Zhang Ming's belt tightly, turning pale from the force.
Zhang Ming's hand caressed Li Li's neck, feeling its smooth texture, gradually moving downwards until it finally touched the white flesh of her waist. His rubbing caused Li Li's body to writhe.
Her breasts pressed against him, and Li Li could clearly feel her breasts swelling; her testicles rose and fell with the movement of his hand, making her heart pound.
His fingers slid down into Li Li's skirt, gently tracing the cleft of her buttocks.
"Ah...no..." Seemingly snapping out of her daze, Li Li finally realized the serious consequences of this. She reached out and pressed Zhang Ming's hand, trying to stop his teasing fingers, but her lips and tongue continued their exploration of his mouth.
Zhang Ming withdrew his fingers from under Li Li's skirt, wrapped his arms around her waist, and lifted her body forcefully towards the bed. Li Li's breathing grew heavier; she tried to stop him, but the weakness and entanglement of her tongue prevented her from making a sound.
Zhang Ming laid Li Li down, breaking free from their entangled lips and tongue. Breathing heavily, he propped himself up on his arms and looked down into Li Li's eyes. "Sister Li, just say the word, and I'll give up immediately, really..."
Li Li was speechless with emotion; a flood of feelings overwhelmed
her, and tears welled up again. This time, Li Li's tears only fueled Zhang Ming's burning desire. He leaned down and kissed her deeply once more.
Li Li finally let out a soft moan, completely abandoning any remaining shame, anger, doubt, resentment, or sorrow, surrendering herself to the surging tide of desire from Zhang Ming.
Zhang Ming's hand slipped inside Li Li's sweater, roughly lifting her bra and caressing her firm breasts. Her nipples quickly hardened and became erect with his touch. Li Li wrapped her arms tightly around Zhang Ming's neck, her lips frantically licking and kissing his face.
Zhang Ming's hands kneaded and massaged her breasts, moving from one to the other, sometimes pressing lightly, sometimes gently flicking. Li Li moaned and groaned in rhythm with Zhang Ming, her body twisting and turning.
His right hand, which had been caressing her breasts, switched to his left, freeing his right hand to reach downwards. Li Li's waist had the fleshy curves of a mature woman; Zhang Ming pinched and kneaded it, causing her waist to sway. Her thighs were smooth from the stockings, and Zhang Ming slid up the stockings, along the garter belt, past the tender skin, finally reaching that fiery spot.
"Hiss...ah..." Li Li groaned softly, finally having her last secret taken by Zhang Ming. Her legs were already soaked with excessive excitement, completely wetting the bottom of her lace panties.
Zhang Ming began to haphazardly tear at Li Li's clothes. At this point, neither of them spoke, only low moans remained.
Li Li cooperated, pulling down her sweater, unhooking her bra, and pulling down her skirt. Tear open the shirt, unbuckle the belt, and loosen the zipper to reveal its hardness as quickly as possible.
Both Zhang Ming and Li Li felt an urgent urgency, wanting to seize that final moment and experience this unusual passion.
When his hard penis appeared before Li Li, she finally couldn't help but let out a muffled groan, her body going limp as she lay back on the bed.
Zhang Ming, without bothering to fully pull down his pants, pressed down on the trembling Li Li, parting her black lace panties. The slippery feel excited him greatly, and he hurriedly thrust his penis into her as her legs parted.
Li Li's suppressed moans emitted a wild, beast-like breath. The immense fullness, accompanied by the feeling of her vagina being torn apart, overwhelmed Li Li with a mix of emotions. She had finally succumbed, finally betrayed her initial vow, and tears fell once more.
Zhang Ming thrust rapidly, the impact against Li Li's pubic bone making a loud sound. Li Li's tears allowed Zhang Ming to completely release the dark emotions within him. "A rich woman from Beijing, a married woman, no matter how coy she is, I still managed to take her," Zhang Ming thought cruelly.
Although Zhang Ming enjoyed the pleasure created by the dark emotions within him, he still had to maintain a facade. While thrusting forcefully, he tightly embraced Li Li's neck, deliberately breathing heavily as he whispered in her ear, "Sister Li, relax. You're in my arms now. I'll hold you tight, kiss you, care for you, look after you, be considerate of you, and finally, I'll fuck you to death..." Li Li
immediately became excited. Zhang Ming's powerful thrusts continued relentlessly, making the burning sensation in her lower abdomen increasingly pronounced. Each near-complete penetration made her brain feel as if it were deprived of oxygen. With their bodies pressed tightly together, chest to chest, Li Li had a strong urge to make this moment eternal.
She hugged the man tightly, squeezing his back forcefully. Her legs wrapped around his waist and abdomen, lifting her hips to meet the thrusts of his penis. "Let my body be fuller, let the pleasure be stronger, let me go crazy!" Li Li's mind was blank; all her thoughts drifted to the small space where their bodies were joined.
“I’m going to fuck you to death… fuck you to death… shoot myself to death…” Zhang Ming held Li Li tightly, uttering obscene and vulgar words.
“Mmm… ha… fuck me to death…” Li Li responded frantically.
The stimulation of his glans was somewhat weak due to the alcohol, and only each forceful thrust to the end could bring Zhang Ming obvious pleasure.
The tightness of Li Li’s vaginal canal, which had initially felt tight, had disappeared due to excessive lubrication and gradual adaptation, and had instead become somewhat loose and slippery. Zhang Ming lifted Li Li’s plump buttocks with both hands, his large hands gripping the fleshy bottom of her buttocks and pushing it towards the middle, which significantly increased the tightness of her vagina, making the pleasure instantly more intense.
Because her buttocks were raised, Zhang Ming's penetration went even deeper, making Li Li feel both itchy and uncomfortable, hot and full. However, the contact and caress of her clitoris were somewhat distant, and the gathering of pleasure paused slightly. Because she was about to explode, and didn't want the explosion to be interrupted, Li Li became anxious, twisting her waist and panting urgently, "Faster...uh...I want it..."
Li Li's reaction made Zhang Ming suddenly speed up. To stimulate Li Li, Zhang Ming pressed two fingers near Li Li's clitoris, kneading them rapidly with the frequency of his thrusts.
"Ah..." Zhang Ming's fingers finally brought a more intense impact, bombarding her accurately like a precision-guided bomb. Li Li's screams grew louder, and she began to writhe uncontrollably, her whole body drenched in sweat as if she had been washed, her hair sticking to her neck and cheeks.
Li Li's eyes were wild yet vacant, like a female beast in heat, seeking that final explosion.
Let me explode into pieces!!
Suddenly, a wave of pleasure, like a giant mushroom cloud, surged up from her clitoris and quickly spread throughout her body. First came a spasm and tremor, followed by an endless, weak and sore sensation. Li Li's mind went blank.

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