[Rebirth of a Mysterious Love: The Lewd Dragon Emerges from Its Lair] (Fifteen)

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The Secret of Fifteen Real Estate Companies

Although Lianhuai lags behind the cities and counties in southern Jiangdong in terms of economic development, it is a famous historical and cultural city.
Hundreds of years ago, it was one of the four major cities in Jiangdong, with many historical sites and former residences of famous people.
After signing the restructuring contract, Fang Yulong accompanied Fang Lan to Lianhuai for two days, touring its scenic spots. When Fang Yulong returned to Lingjiang
, Xia Zhuyi led a team to Lianhuai. Fang Yulong, who had been holding back for three days, wanted to go find Qiao Wanrong to play office
games , but was interrupted by Fang Ying again.

After Fang Lan introduced Baima Lake to Fang Ying, Fang Ying arranged for someone to conduct a real estate market survey in Lingjiang, while she
returned to Haicheng to tell the other shareholders of Future Investment about Baima Lake. Future Investment has three main shareholders:
Fang Ying, Xia Mo, and Luo Mingxuan, a local businessman from Haicheng. Luo Mingxuan is Xia Mo's sworn brother. Xia Mo attended
university in Haicheng and met Luo Mingxuan's mother, Madam Luo, by chance during her student days. Madam Luo had only one son, Luo Mingxuan.
She took a liking to Xia Mo and adopted her as her goddaughter, so Xia Mo frequently visited the Luo family. After graduation,
Xia Mo wanted to stay in Haicheng to start her own business, and Fang Ying also wanted to develop her career there. Knowing this, Madam Luo had her son invest as well, establishing
Future Investment Company. Because Fang Ying and Xia Mo were too young and lacked investment experience, the second largest shareholder, the 35-year-old
Luo Mingxuan, temporarily served as the chairman of Future Investment. After Fang Ying presented the Baima Lake investment plan,
both Luo Mingxuan and Xia Mo showed great enthusiasm. On the day Fang Yulong returned to Lingjiang, Fang Ying, Xia Mo, and others also went to Lingjiang.

Fang Lan was also invited to go to Baima Lake; she was the one who proposed the investment idea, and if the investment was confirmed,
she could offer some advice. Fang Lan arranged a car to pick up her daughter and the others, while Fang Yulong rode in Fang Lan's car to
the Oriental Company first. They would go to Baima Lake together after Fang Ying and her group arrived in Dongshan District. The journey from Lingjiang to Baima Lake
inevitably passes through Fang Yulong's former village. Although it has been demolished, some ruins remain. Looking at the verdant Changtai Mountain
in the distance and the dilapidated village along the road, Fang Yulong felt as if he had lived through another world. This small village
is very close to Baima Lake. If the passage from Lingjiang to Baima Lake is a bottleneck, then this village is just outside that bottleneck.

Fang Lan noticed that her usually talkative nephew was silent and asked him what he was thinking. "Nothing,
Auntie. Changtai Mountain is just a branch of Qingtai Mountain, but it's taller than Jinhua Mountain, and the vegetation on the mountain is very lush. It
combines scenery and recreation. Once it's developed, it should attract many tourists." Fang Yulong felt a little
strange he had no memory of it at all. Was he about to
completely become Fang Yulong, and all his past memories would slowly disappear? Fang Yulong realized that apart from his sister's appearance, he truly
couldn't remember anything from before. He couldn't even remember what his uncle, whom he had seen more than three months ago, looked like.

"A high mountain is useless; the key is development. There are many mountains in Jiangdong taller than Jinhua Mountain, but which one is
more famous? Therefore, the development of Baima Lake should focus on water recreation projects, with sightseeing as secondary."

Baima Lake, resembling a galloping horse when viewed from Changtai Mountain, is one of the few pristine lakes in Jiangdong.
It has two small villages, one near Changtai Mountain and the other near Longhua Mountain, totaling about a hundred households. In recent years, a few families
have started agritourism businesses, but due to low popularity and inconvenient transportation, it hasn't gained much traction. Fang Yulong
felt it was even less successful than the small village he visited when climbing Chu Huai last time.

Fang Ying and Xia Mo led Luo Mingxuan and the others off the bus. Because of Fang Ying, Luo Mingxuan had met Fang Lan before, and the
two greeted each other warmly. The medium-sized Luo Mingxuan looked very refined and handsome,
somewhat similar to Xie Ming'an, but more like a younger man. Xia Mo introduced Luo Mingxuan to Fang Yulong
. Fang Yulong and Luo Mingxuan got along well, with Xia Mo calling Luo Mingxuan "Brother Luo," only to be given a light
tap "You should call him Uncle," Xia Mo said, glaring at Fang Yulong.

Luo Mingxuan chuckled, "Xiao Mo, let's keep to ourselves. Yulong can just call me Brother Luo. Calling me
Uncle would make me sound old, and I'm still young." Luo Mingxuan knew that Fang Yulong was Fang Daming's son, and
Fang Daming 's future was limitless. Whether Fang Yulong went into business or politics, his starting point would be far beyond that of ordinary people. Now that
he had the opportunity, he naturally wanted to cultivate a good relationship.

"That's right, let's keep to ourselves," Fang Ying said, unusually siding with Fang Yulong. It wasn't for any other reason
than that she was Fang Yulong's cousin; if Fang Yulong called Luo Mingxuan Uncle, wouldn't she be a generation younger? Fang
Ying pulled Fang Yulong aside and introduced him to the beautiful woman beside her. Fang Yulong had secretly noticed
the beautiful woman as soon as she got off the car , guessing she was Fang Ying's classmate and best friend, and like Fang Ying, a manager at the future company. Just as Fang Yulong was speculating, the woman smiled slightly at him and said, "Hello, Fang Yulong. My name is Zhao Weiyang. I used to be your cousin's classmate, and now I'm her colleague." 　　"Hello, Sister Zhao," Fang Yulong greeted her, carefully observing Zhao Weiyang's appearance. She had sharp eyebrows, bright eyes, a high nose, and a small mouth. Like Qiao Wanrong, she had a three-dimensional look, but with a touch more heroic spirit. Her long hair flowed loosely over her shoulders, adding a touch of gentleness to her already striking appearance. Zhao Weiyang? That name was quite interesting. Fang Yulong immediately thought of Weiyang Sheng, and only then of Weiyang Palace. 　　Led by local villagers, the group went to climb Qingtai Mountain in the north to observe the overall terrain of Baima Lake. Fang Ying, Xia Mo, and Zhao Weiyang walked together, indicating a close relationship between the three women. Fang Ying, the youngest, was the tallest and had the hottest figure. Xia Mo, the oldest, was the shortest, only about 1.68 meters tall. Zhao Weiyang, only slightly shorter than Fang Lan, was the same age as Xia Mo, but a few months younger. Fang Yulong followed behind the three women like a lackey, carrying a backpack containing their small handbags and drinking water. Fang Yulong, the poor soul in front of Fang Ying and Xia Mo, climbed the mountain while admiring the six beautiful legs in front of him. Because of the heat, the three women were all dressed in shorts and tank tops, with chiffon sun-protective vests over them, their six legs constantly shifting and changing before Fang Yulong's eyes . All three beauties had pleasingly long and slender legs. Aunt Xia Mo's legs were the whitest, cousin Fang Ying's were the longest, but Zhao Weiyang's legs gave Fang Yulong a powerful feeling, with clearly defined muscles , unlike Xia Mo's soft and weak appearance. This made Fang Yulong more curious about Zhao Weiyang. 　　Fang Lan and Luo Mingxuan, along with the specially appointed general manager of Future Company and two professionals who accompanied them, walked at the back. From the moment Luo Mingxuan saw Baima Lake, he was filled with anticipation for the investment plan, and his discussions with Fang Lan revolved around...

Related policies and government planning issues. Fang Lan said these could be addressed through public relations; the most important thing
was .

"Wow, the scenery here is really beautiful. I've been to Lingjiang so many times, but I didn't know there was such a
pristine lake here. Fang Yulong, come here quickly, I'm so thirsty, give me some water." This wasn't
the main peak of Qingtai Mountain, only about 300 meters above sea level, but because of the heat, they were already drenched in sweat by the time they reached the top.
Fang Yulong opened his backpack and gave each of the three beauties a bottle of mineral water. Xia Mo, who usually didn't exercise much
, couldn't stand up straight, so she found a large rock to sit on and asked Fang Yulong to get her some tissues to put on the rock. Xia Mo supported herself on the rock with her hands,
stretched out her legs and put them on Fang Yulong's lap, asking her nephew to massage her feet.

Xia Mo was wearing a tight white tank top, and with her hands supporting her half-reclined on the rock, her chest was high and prominent, making Fang Yulong, who was sitting
next to her particularly noticeable. Fang Yulong, who had always thought his aunt's chest wasn't very impressive, suddenly realized that
her curves were actually quite alluring, though still somewhat less so than his mother, Xia Zhuyi's. Fang Yulong
had heard his mother, Xia Zhuyi, talk about his childhood. Before moving to Ruijiang to live with Xia Zhuyi, he had lived in Guchang
, where Xia Mo had also grown up. So, Xia Mo often played with Fang Yulong when they were young, and they
had a very close relationship. Perhaps in Xia Mo's heart, Fang Yulong was still that boy much younger than her.

"Auntie, who is that Zhao Weiyang? Her name is quite unique; if you didn't know, you'd think she was a man,"
Fang Yulong said, massaging Xia Mo's feet while glancing at Zhao Weiyang and Fang Ying not far away. From the start of the hike, Fang Yulong had
carefully observed Zhao Weiyang, sensing that this woman possessed a very elegant demeanor, suggesting she came from a wealthy family.

Xia Mo giggled, "What, are you trying to pry into her privacy because you've got your eye on her? Be careful she
doesn't break your legs."

"No, I'm still in school, I don't want to have a girlfriend so early, I just think her name is kind of weird.
It feels... hehe..."

"Hehe what? Your mind is full of dirty thoughts." Xia Mo rolled her eyes at her nephew, but then giggled herself.
It was the first time she'd heard Zhao Weiyang's name, and she had the same thought as her nephew—the name did indeed give off a strange feeling.
"I'm asking you, do you know what 'Weiyang' means? If you know the meaning, you'll know her background."

"Of course I know. 'Weiyang' means 'not yet in the central government,' which means not yet at its peak. So, Zhao Weiyang
means the Zhao family hasn't reached its peak yet?"

"What do you think?"

"It probably means the Zhao family hasn't reached its peak. This name sounds quite powerful for the Zhao family. Auntie,
which Zhao family does Zhao Weiyang belong to?"

"Which Zhao family do you think she belongs to? How many Zhao families can be considered powerful?"

"Auntie, I've always focused on my studies, ignoring everything else. I really don't know which Zhao family."
Fang Yulong 's concern about "national affairs" was limited to Jiangdong. He
didn't know much about other provinces or high-ranking officials in the central government. Besides Zhao Chenggang, with whom he had some past conflicts, he didn't know any other prominent Zhao families. Could Zhao Weiyang
be Zhao Chenggang's sister?

"Someone like you who doesn't even go to school says you're focused on studying? I think you're just playful and don't care about national
affairs. Weiyang's father is a minister, and a member of the Politburo, you know?"

A minister? "A member of the Politburo?" Xia Mo's reminder immediately brought Zhao Wanghai's name to Fang Yulong
's mind. Zhao Weiyang was actually Zhao Wanghai's daughter. Fang Yulong had guessed Zhao Weiyang came from a wealthy family, but he hadn't
expected her family to be so powerful. Although Zhao Chenggang's father was also a minister, he was still far
less influential than Zhao Wanghai. What surprised Fang Yulong even more was that Zhao Weiyang would work for a new company like Future Investment—
it was unbelievable. Xia Mo told Fang Yulong that Zhao Weiyang and Fang Ying were classmates and roommates, and their relationship was very good.
After graduation, Fang Ying went to Haicheng to develop her career, and Zhao Weiyang, dissatisfied with her family's arrangements, followed Fang Ying to Haicheng. Fang Yulong
nodded thoughtfully after hearing Xia Mo's words.

Not far away, Zhao Weiyang looked at Fang Yulong, who was behaving like a servant, and said to Fang Ying with a smile, "I think he's quite nice.
Aren't you being a bit too harsh on him?"

"Hmph, who told him to talk about me like that before? I'm going to torture him to death."

"Yingzi, you wouldn't..."

"Nonsense, I'm not. I just get angry looking at him."

"Didn't you say he has amnesia? He's long forgotten what happened before. He'd probably regret it to death if he knew
." "

Weiyang, if you keep teasing me, I won't talk to you anymore. Do you want me to introduce you two?"

Zhao Weiyang giggled, "You silly girl, I'm four years older than him. It'd
be more appropriate . How's his physical condition? I think he'd be good as a sparring partner for us."

Fang Ying's eyes lit up. She had found a new way to torture Fang Yulong. "Weiyang, haven't you never been to Lingjiang before
? Why don't we let Brother Luo and the others go back to Haicheng first, and we'll stay in Lingjiang for a couple of days? Let that kid train with us, train
that brat to death!" Looking at Fang Yulong's retreating figure, Fang Ying smiled smugly, as if she could already see
Fang Yulong being thoroughly humiliated by her and Zhao Weiyang.

"Sure, Lingjiang has a long history. I've only passed through briefly before. This time, I'll stay and play for a couple more days
. Anyway, it'll be just as hot back in Haicheng." Zhao Weiyang, looking at Fang Yulong's back, thought of another man, but
unfortunately, their statuses were too different.

Luo Mingxuan and the other three returned to Haicheng that day. Their initial investment intentions had been confirmed. After returning to Haicheng, they would
send a team to conduct in-depth investigations and preliminary planning and budgeting to determine the scale of the project's investment. Fang Xia and Zhao Weiyang
naturally followed Fang Yulong to Zhanglin Garden. For Fang Yulong, accompanying three beautiful women he could only look at but not touch
was the beginning of a nightmare, especially since these three women didn't respect him and expected him to serve them hand and foot.

After dinner, Fang Yulong drove the three girls to the Confucius Temple night market. Fang Ying and Xia Mo, though not frequent visitors to Lingjiang,
had been to the Confucius Temple several times, drawn by its nationally renowned local snacks. Fang Yulong's trip to
the Confucius Temple was solely to accompany Zhao Weiyang in sampling Lingjiang's culinary specialties.

Beef hot pot, crab roe soup dumplings, stir-fried snails, spicy stinky tofu, duck blood vermicelli, layered oil cake, soybean duck
tongue… Zhao Weiyang remarked that she shouldn't have eaten dinner at a restaurant when visiting the Confucius Temple. They strolled and ate,
sampling over ten different Lingjiang dishes, praising them highly. Fang Yulong especially loved the spicy stinky tofu, which he thought was perfect for Zhao Weiyang.
Such a beautiful woman from such a background shouldn't be able to eat, but to his astonishment, Zhao Weiyang ate a whole bowl.

After sampling the local snacks, Fang Yulong took the three women to the Xinqin River to ride a painted boat, enjoying tea and a night cruise.
They returned to Zhanglin Garden after ten o'clock, and the weather was no longer as humid as during the day. Fang Yulong thought the three women would wash up
and go to bed, but Fang Ying suggested swimming, saying that swimming would help digest the food. Swimming with three beautiful women should
have been a very pleasant experience, but Fang Yulong was hesitant to go into the water with three women in swimsuits. He had
been walking all day and hadn't had much time to think about matters of the heart; if he went into the water with three women now, he figured his penis
would be swollen for an hour or two.

"I'm exhausted from running around these past few days. You guys go swimming, I'm going to go to sleep first."

"Where are you going? I'm tired too. You said you'd give me a massage when you got back, and you've already forgotten after just two
or three days ? You can sleep if you want, but give me a massage first." Fang Ying wasn't going to let Fang Yulong slip away
. Helpless, Fang Yulong had no choice but to change into his swimming trunks and go into the water with the three beauties.

The three women went into the pool first. Xia Mo and Zhao Weiyang stood in the shallow end wearing one-piece swimsuits, while Fang Ying was still
wearing her conservative yet incredibly sexy swimsuit, swimming in the crystal-clear water. Watching his cousin's
long legs sway like a mermaid, Fang Yulong, standing at the edge of the pool, was instantly aroused, though it all
flowed down his throat. Fang Yulong immediately jumped into the pool, splashing water all over Fang Ying's face, which made Fang Ying
playfully scold . She swam over to Fang Yulong and unceremoniously pinched his ear.

Fang Yulong said, "I'm swimming, water will get in my ears." He dodged Fang Ying's attack and escaped to Xia Mo and Zhao
Weiyang . Fang Ying chased after him, grabbed Fang Yulong's shoulders from behind, and climbed onto his back,
punishing him by making him carry her around the pool. Such a sensual punishment was too much for Fang Yulong to refuse,
the consequence being that he had to endure the risk of a nosebleed. Fang Ying really did lie motionless on Fang Yulong's back, almost causing
him to swallow the pool water. What Fang Yulong found even more unbearable was that Fang Ying twisted her upper body on his back,
as if urging him to hurry, but actually rubbing her breasts against his back. Any normal man would find
Fang Ying's "torture" unbearable, let alone a young man like Fang Yulong with a vigorous spirit.

After swimming a lap back to the shallow end, Fang Ying giggled, while Fang Yulong was so embarrassed his face turned red.
If no one had noticed his lower body in the pool, he would have been too ashamed to show his face. Xia Mo wasn't as active as Fang Ying and Zhao Weiyang.
After swimming one lap, she stood in the shallow end, leaning against Fang Yulong and talking to him. She mainly asked about his amnesia and
whether he remembered anything from his past. Fortunately, Xia Zhuyi told Fang Yulong some
stories . Fang Yulong said he only remembered some vivid memories, which got him past Xia Mo's question.

After swimming two more laps, Fang Ying came ashore and asked Fang Yulong to massage her, deliberately swaying her hips as she walked. Fang Yulong
finally understood; his cousin Fang Ying was deliberately trying to seduce him, wanting to see him embarrass himself.
Something special must have happened between him and his cousin Fang Ying, something that made Fang Ying hold a grudge against him, but he didn't know
what had happened. Could it be about her calling him a "tiger mom" behind his back? It was possible; women
were very sensitive about the term "tiger mom. "

"Sister, did I do something to make you angry before? Please forgive this
sinner," Fang Yulong said while massaging Fang Ying. Hearing Fang Yulong's words, Fang Ying blushed slightly and said
softly , "Really? I don't remember."

Xia Mo also came ashore, laid down another chair, dried herself with a towel, and lay face down on the chair,
calling out, "Yulong, my feet are so sore, come and massage them for me." Xia Mo was wearing a black one-piece swimsuit,
which made her skin look particularly white. Fang Yulong glanced at his aunt's white thighs and then focused his gaze on Fang Ying
. He was massaging Fang Ying's back. If he stopped now, Fang Ying would definitely pull his ear again. These two
women were clearly deliberately making things difficult for him, but he could only obediently listen. Helpless, Fang Yulong thought of the obedient
Tang Lili and the nurse Cui Ling. If only his cousin and aunt were as docile as Tang and Cui!

"Fang Yulong, what are you standing there for? Come over here!" Xia Mo turned to look at Fang Yulong,
a barely perceptible smile on her lips. The three girls had known each other since childhood, with Fang Yulong at the center. Whenever the two girls visited
Fang Yulong's , they would play together. Xia Mo, being the eldest, was the leader of their little circle, while Fang Yulong was her
follower. Now that they were older, when the three were together again, Fang Ying and Fang Yulong were clearly closer than Xia Mo and Fang Yulong,
which made Xia Mo feel a little uncomfortable. She deliberately teased Fang Ying.

"Auntie, I'm busy right now. Why don't you and my cousin lie down together, and I'll massage you both at the same time?"

"How many hands do you have? Mo Mo, you'll have to wait your turn. Wei Yang, do you want to
try my little brother's skills? It's very comfortable."

"I'm not joining in the fun." Zhao Wei Yang was getting up, holding onto the railing. Fang Yulong turned around at the sound of her voice and
was immediately attracted to Zhao Wei Yang's figure. It wasn't that Zhao Wei Yang had any outstanding figure; in terms of plumpness, she wasn't as voluptuous as
Xia Zhuyi and Fang Lan, and in terms of proportions, she wasn't as good as Fang Ying and Xia Mo. However, Zhao Weiyang's swimsuit fit perfectly;
the dark red one-piece swimsuit clung to her body, outlining her alluring curves. What attracted Fang Yulong most were
the several large and small bright yellow geometric ring patterns on Zhao Weiyang's swimsuit, two of which were printed directly on
her chest, instantly making her breasts the focus of attention. Therefore,
despite not having Zhao Weiyang left Fang Yulong with the impression of having large breasts. Zhao Weiyang smiled slightly at Fang Yulong,
said a few words to Fang Ying and Xia Mo, and then returned to the villa, leaving Fang Yulong to continue enduring the seductive torment of his aunt and cousin.

On Friday, Fang Yulong drove the three women to visit the scenic spots of Lingjiang. After lunch, they went to Mosang Lake. Having been cooped up
for several days, Fang Yulong suddenly remembered that Qiao Wanrong's company was not far from Mosang Lake, so he made an excuse that a friend was visiting him, letting the three
women visit Mosang Lake while he picked them up in two hours. After dropping off the three women at the entrance of Mosang Lake, Fang Yulong drove
to Qiao Wanrong's company.

Su Caiyun felt that her boss had been acting strangely these past few days, seeming somewhat absent-minded,
a far cry from his usual shrewd, capable, and decisive personality. Could something be wrong with him? Su Caiyun quickly
dismissed the thought. As Qiao Wanrong's secretary, Su Caiyun knew Qiao Wanrong quite well; the fact that she could monopolize AD
car sales in Lingjiang meant that the boss had strong backing and the company's operations were generally sound. If it were the boss...
What trouble could the boss possibly have? It must be her personal business. As her secretary, there was no way she could possibly share her boss 's burdens.

Just as Su Caiyun was wondering what trouble Qiao Wanrong had encountered, she suddenly received a call from the front desk saying that
her cousin had come to see her. Cousin? Su Caiyun suddenly thought of her recently started boyfriend, who was a
year younger than her, and whom she jokingly called her "little brother." Could it be that her boyfriend was passing by her company and had come to see her?

When Su Caiyun tidied herself up and went to the front desk, she discovered that the "cousin" looking for her was actually
the same sleazy pretty boy she had met at Dream Paris last Saturday night. Su Caiyun's expression was complex: surprise, anger, and
even disgust. Her boyfriend's unexpected visit had put Su Caiyun in a great mood, even a little shy, but she hadn't expected
to run into such a scoundrel. Yes, a scoundrel—that was Su Caiyun's
assessment of Fang Yulong, whom she had only met once.

Su Caiyun looked at Fang Yulong awkwardly, unsure of what to say to the man in front of her. "Hello, Sister Caiyun."
Fang Yulong seemed to anticipate Su Caiyun's reaction, yet he still greeted her "warmly
." Sister Caiyun? Su Caiyun was disgusted by the man again, but couldn't show it in public.
Fang Yulong leaned close to Su Caiyun and whispered, "Sister Rong asked me to come. I was afraid it would bother her
, so I told the receptionist I was looking for you."

Was the boss so restless because she was waiting for this scumbag? Su Caiyun, of course, didn't suspect that
Fang Yulong disgusted that he used the excuse of looking for her to come to the company. If someone misunderstood and it got back to her
boyfriend, it would be a terrible injustice. "President Qiao is in her office. Come with me," Su Caiyun said coldly
, leading Fang Yulong to Qiao Wanrong's office without speaking to him the whole way.

Over the past few days, Qiao Wanrong had gotten used to wearing a vibrator to work. What made her uneasy was that she didn't know
what methods Fang Yulong would use to check on her. For the past two days, Fang Yulong had made her take photos. To prevent her from cheating,
he even made her pose in suggestive ways, like spreading her labia with her fingers.
Just thinking about these poses made Qiao Wanrong feel incredibly ashamed. But in the last two days, Fang Yulong seemed to have completely disappeared.
He hadn't called or come to see her, which made Qiao Wanrong feel uneasy.

Could it be that he wasn't in Lingjiang? Qiao Wanrong suddenly remembered what happened last Sunday morning. Fang Yulong was
going to insert a vibrator into her anus, but after receiving a phone call, he let her leave. Something important must have happened
. What was it? Qiao Wanrong thought of the recent economic news: Fang Daming's sister, Fang Lan, had signed an agreement with Lianhuai City,
acquiring controlling interest in the newly established Dongfang Xingda Company. Could Fang Yulong have gone to Lianhuai too? But that didn't seem right.
Lianhuai wasn't far from Lingjiang, and this had happened three days ago. Even if Fang Yulong had gone to Lianhuai, he would have
been back in Lingjiang by now. While speculating about Fang Yulong's whereabouts, Qiao Wanrong gently rubbed her legs. The suit
hung on the hanger, and the bright blue silk blouse with its ladylike collar made Qiao Wanrong, sitting in the boss's chair, look both elegant
and . Although she maintained her cool beauty style, Qiao Wanrong's heart was far from calm.

The blinds on the glass wall weren't fully closed, and Qiao Wanrong vaguely saw her female secretary leading a man towards her
office. The half-closed blinds obscured the man's face, but not his figure, and
Qiao Wanrong 's heart jumped into her throat. Could it really be that guy coming to the company to see her?

Qiao Wanrong's heart pounded, unsure of what to do. What should she do? Was that guy here to inspect her
? Or should she... should she go out and take him away from the company? Qiao Wanrong was conflicted when the door slowly opened
. Seeing Fang Yulong's sly grin, Qiao Wanrong's heart skipped a beat but then slowly calmed down,
as if knowing the outcome of something unpredictable was always better than waiting for it to happen.

Fang Yulong closed the blue door and gently lifted the handle, the lock clicking crisply.
Qiao Wanrong heard the locking mechanism, her heart skipped a beat, and her face flushed red. She could hear the door locking,
and so could her secretary. Why lock the door in broad daylight? What would her secretary think of her? Qiao Wanrong didn't know that
Fang Yulong had told her secretary she had asked him to come; if she knew, she would be mortified.

After locking the door, Fang Yulong completely closed the half-closed blinds, instantly turning the office into their
private space. "Fang Yulong, you... what do you want to do?" Knowing that Fang Yulong would lift her skirt
to check , Qiao Wanrong couldn't help but ask.

With the blinds closed, Fang Yulong walked towards Qiao Wanrong step by step, his silence giving the beautiful CEO a great
sense of pressure . Qiao Wanrong stared blankly at Fang Yulong, her mind replaying images of him pinning her to the sofa, against
a tree trunk , even against the security door. He was slapping her buttocks, touching her
labia with his fingers, even inserting his fingers into her vagina…

Seeing Qiao Wanrong's phone on the table, Fang Yulong placed his phone on top of hers, a subtle act of teasing
that made her blush. “What do you think I’m doing here? My little slave.”
Fang Yulong walked up to Qiao Wanrong, reaching out to pinch the beautiful CEO’s sexy chin. Qiao Wanrong was
a full twelve years older than Fang Yulong, and hearing him call her “little slave” filled her with intense shame and indignation, yet she felt helpless. This was her
office; she dared not speak loudly, feeling even more stifled than in the Xiuhe residential area.

Seeing Qiao Wanrong remain silent while her chin was being pinched, Fang Yulong spread his legs and sat on the large desk,
his crotch directly facing
her
. The beautiful CEO could easily see the large member of his penis through her slightly lowered eyes. Fang Yulong released Qiao Wanrong's chin, pulled one of her delicate hands between his legs, and placed it on his penis through his pants. "My little slave girl, now you know what to do, right?" Fang Yulong
released Qiao Wanrong's hand, which remained pressed against his crotch. She could already
feel his penis was hard through his pants.

Thinking of their previous encounters, Qiao Wanrong knew that this time it was inevitable.
After a few seconds of silence, Qiao Wanrong gently pulled down the zipper of Fang Yulong's pants, completely releasing his large
penis . What the female secretary outside would think of her was no longer a concern for Qiao Wanrong
.

"Lick it for me!" Qiao Wanrong gently stroked Fang Yulong's penis, trying to release his
sexual desire through masturbation, but Fang Yulong wouldn't let her have her way. Under Fang Yulong's command, Qiao Wanrong reluctantly took Fang Yulong's penis into her mouth.
The smell of sweat from the man's penis, especially the dragon's glans, made her feel incredibly nauseous, no less so than when
her husband's penis was covered in Fang Yulong's semen. Thinking of her husband, Xie Ming'an, Qiao Wanrong sighed inwardly. She wondered how he was doing
now ; since that day, he hadn't come home or called her.

"What are you thinking about?" Fang Yulong asked, stroking Qiao Wanrong's delicate face.

"Nothing," Qiao Wanrong replied, spitting out the large penis. She didn't want to talk to Fang Yulong, but if she didn't answer
his questions, he would come up with strange ways to humiliate her. The penis, now covered in saliva, felt
much smoother, which pleased Fang Yulong, who was sitting on the table. Fang Yulong lifted Qiao Wanrong's chin, and the two
faced each . Qiao Wanrong closed her eyes in discomfort.

"Open your eyes and look at me. If you don't, I'll open the blinds and let your
employees see your lewd behavior. Do you want me to speak louder?" Fang Yulong lowered his head, their faces
only twenty or thirty centimeters apart.

"No." Qiao Wanrong opened her eyes, stroking Fang Yulong's large penis while looking at
the smug expression on his face. Bastard, he'll get his comeuppance someday. Qiao Wanrong looked at Fang Yulong expressionlessly,
not daring to show any resentment. She didn't know if Fang Yulong would really open the blinds, but she couldn't afford to gamble.
Maybe Fang Yulong wouldn't open the front blinds, but he would definitely open the blinds facing the secretary, letting
a beautiful secretary watch their erotic performance. He was capable of doing it.

The two stared at each other for half a minute, until a tear of grievance slid down Qiao Wanrong's eye, before Fang Yulong
released her chin. He stood up, made Qiao Wanrong stand up as well, and then sat down in the boss's chair. Qiao Wanrong
watched Fang Yulong sit in her chair, feeling resentful. She wondered what he wanted her to do. Did he want her to kneel
on the floor and perform oral sex on him? Sure enough, her guess came true. Fang Yulong made her kneel between his legs and perform
oral sex on him. Qiao Wanrong knew she had no dignity left in Fang Yulong's eyes. Although he hadn't physically abused her like he had whipped
her husband , he had found every way to torment and humiliate her. Her secretary and
many company employees were outside. Was it more humiliating to be utterly devoid of dignity in front of Fang Yulong alone, or to lose face in front of her secretary and employees?
Qiao Wanrong chose to submit. She had already lost all dignity in front of Fang Yulong; she had to preserve her
image at the company no matter what. Although her secretary might guess what she and Fang Yulong were doing in the office, it was just
a guess , and she trusted her secretary wouldn't gossip about her. She usually treated her secretary well.

Qiao Wanrong knelt on the cold floor, trying her best to suck Fang Yulong's large penis. Fang Yulong would
occasionally press down on Qiao Wanrong's head, forcing her to perform deep throat, which made Qiao Wanrong, who had never experienced deep throat before, extremely uncomfortable. Fang Yulong's
penis was much thicker and longer than Xie Ming'an's, making Qiao Wanrong feel like vomiting. Fang Yulong released Qiao Wanrong, and she
immediately spat out the man's large penis, gasping for air. Fang Yulong took off his casual leather shoes and rubbed the back of his foot against
Qiao Wanrong's buttocks, asking her as he did so, "My dear Sister Rong, what am I to you?"

"You're my master." Qiao Wanrong understood the principle of not fighting a losing battle, although this answer made her feel extremely humiliated.

"Make it clear, who is whose master, and who is whose slave?"

"You are my master, and I am your slave."

"Not enough. Can you say 'you' and 'me' in a contract? There must be names." Fang Yulong put his foot between
Qiao Wanrong 's thighs, rubbing her labia through her underwear, squeezing the dildo and
vibrator inside her vagina. Qiao Wanrong blushed and said softly, "Fang Yulong is Qiao Wanrong's master, and Qiao Wanrong is Fang Yulong's
slave ."

"Hmm, that's more like it. Get up, let me see what you look like with that little toy." Fang Yulong
said, lifting his foot, and Qiao Wanrong stood up as well. Her light brown skirt had been lifted up to her thighs by Fang Yulong's
foot , revealing a small patch of fair, tender thigh not covered by stockings.

"Lift up your skirt yourself and take off your panties." Sitting in the chair, Fang Yulong could already see
the crotch of her light brown panties and the slightly protruding plate of the vibrating egg. Qiao Wanrong didn't know what a prostitute looked
like , but she felt that she looked like a prostitute, and Fang Yulong was a lewd and shameless customer. Although Qiao Wanrong
resented Fang Yulong, she knew that it was best to do as he said at this moment. Otherwise, even without Fang Yulong
opening the blinds, just his loud voice would be enough to instantly shatter her cold and noble image in the company.
Qiao Wanrong gently twisted her waist, took off her sexy panties, and handed them to Fang Yulong. "So slutty, still
pretending to be forced. Look what this is?" Fang Yulong lewdly sniffed Qiao Wanrong's panties before
placing them in front of her. There were wet patches on the crotch, making Qiao Wanrong feel utterly ashamed. "Oh God,
am I really that lewd, that wanton? I clearly didn't intend to do that kind of thing with him, so why am I
wet ?

" "Come closer." Qiao Wanrong didn't have much pubic hair, barely covering her labia, let alone the padding between her
full labia. Fang Yulong beckoned to Qiao Wanrong, and she took two steps, leaning against Fang Yulong's
thighs. Fang Yulong looked up at Qiao Wanrong; the beautiful CEO was already blushing. Fang Yulong gently stroked
Qiao Wanrong's labia, while simultaneously pulling her hand to touch his penis.

"Does it feel good?"

"Yes, it feels good." Qiao Wanrong touched Fang Yulong's large penis. She wasn't fantasizing about breaking it off,
but rather thinking about what she should do when Fang Yulong wanted her to penetrate him. Fang Yulong pinched the plate and pulled it out.
The pleasure from the vibrator rubbing against the vaginal walls made Qiao Wanrong tremble involuntarily. Fang Yulong put the vibrator to Qiao Wanrong's
lips, asking her to lick the vaginal fluid off it.

Qiao Wanrong hesitated, and Fang Yulong slapped her buttocks without mercy. The crisp slap startled
Qiao Wanrong , and she quickly reached for the vibrator, which was covered in her vaginal fluid. Because she was holding it backwards,
the slap didn't hurt much, but the sound was very crisp. Qiao Wanrong was afraid that her secretary next door would hear, so
she didn't dare let Fang Yulong slap her buttocks again.

Qiao Wanrong symbolically licked the vibrator a few times and then put it on the desk behind her, focusing on stroking
Fang Yulong's penis. Fang Yulong didn't care whether Qiao Wanrong had actually licked the vibrator clean;
as long as .

"Alright, sit on it yourself." Fang Yulong placed his hands on Qiao Wanrong's smooth, soft buttocks.
Upon hearing Fang Yulong's command,
Qiao Wanrong humiliated Qiao Wanrong, her body had already reacted, especially
after Fang Yulong removed the vibrator. She felt an emptiness deep within her, as if yearning for the insertion of a man's large penis. For
Qiao Wanrong , Fang Yulong's command was the one she was most willing to accept that day.

Qiao Wanrong pressed one hand on Fang Yulong's shoulder and the other on his large penis,
slowly sitting down with her parted labia aligned with the enormous glans. Qiao Wanrong was already familiar with Fang Yulong's large glans.
The moment the massive glans pushed open her vaginal muscles and reached her clitoris, Qiao Wanrong felt as if she had found
the feeling of oneness with her lover that she had been searching for for many years. It was as if all her emotions were buried deep within her,
and only Fang Yulong could stir her feelings, while her brother-in-law and husband were merely fleeting figures in her life.
The man sitting in her chair brought her nothing

After several seconds of silence, Qiao Wanrong placed her hands on Fang Yulong's shoulders and began to twist her waist. Fang Yulong
was humiliating her by possessing her, and all she could do was defeat him in this game of intercourse, so she
would have the right to mock him. Qiao Wanrong knew the man beneath her was sexually powerful, but she believed that even
the most sexually powerful man would eventually soften. She just needed to hold on until Fang Yulong ejaculated, and then she could pretend not to have
an orgasm to despise him.

Qiao Wanrong's smooth, fleshy legs knelt on the black chair, her snow-white thighs pressed against Fang Yulong's light gray
casual pants. Her parted labia, moving with her body, constantly swallowed and released the man's thick penis, the slippery vaginal fluid
seemingly forming a transparent membrane on his shaft. Fang Yulong's large hands gripped Qiao Wanrong's buttocks
, kneading and pulling them forcefully in both directions. Sometimes he would widen her vaginal opening to its maximum,
revealing the tender pink vaginal flesh, and other times he would compress it to its minimum, tightly enveloping and squeezing his penis. The opening
was hot, the core cool. Fang Yulong held Qiao Wanrong's buttocks, watching his penis move in and out of the beautiful CEO's
vagina . When Qiao Wanrong arched her back, his glans retreated to the hot opening; when she
lowered her buttocks, his glans instantly plunged from the hot opening into the cool core, as if suddenly
going from summer to winter.

Fang Yulong looked up and found Qiao Wanrong proudly tilting her head back, her delicate chin facing him.
Fang Yulong looked up, opened his mouth, and bit the beautiful CEO's delicate chin. "Ah...no..." Qiao
Wanrong braced herself against Fang Yulong's shoulders, straightening her upper body and tilting her pretty face back to avoid his
wolfish kiss.

"Don't forget you're my little slave girl. How can you avoid your master's demands?" Fang Yulong said,
pinching Qiao Wanrong's buttocks hard, making them ache.

"Please, don't bite there, it'll leave a mark. You...you bite my breasts..." Although locking
the door would lead to speculation from the secretary, it was still just speculation. If a man's teeth marks were left on her chin, she
wouldn't be able to clear her name even if she jumped into the Ganges. The secretary might even think she was too lewd, inviting Fang Yulong to her
office to do this kind of thing.

"There's no 'you' and 'me' here, only master and slave girl. You have to use 'please' when speaking to your master, understand?"
Fang Yulong pinched Qiao Wanrong's buttocks hard with one hand and pressed down on the back of her head with the other, forcing her to look him in the eye.

After a few seconds of silence, Qiao Wanrong whispered again, "Please, Master, bite my breasts."

"How can I bite like that?" Fang Yulong pressed his palm against Qiao Wanrong's chest,
squeezing her breasts forcefully through her shirt and bra. The pain and pleasure made Qiao Wanrong tremble. Under Fang Yulong's gaze
, Qiao Wanrong slowly unbuttoned her shirt and put it on the back of the chair. As she did
this , her breasts pressed against Fang Yulong's face. Fang Yulong naturally wouldn't miss such
an opportunity, lightly biting the exposed flesh of her breast through her bra, then watching Qiao Wanrong take off her sexy lace bra herself
.

"My little slave girl, what are you thinking right now?"

"I... slave girl Wanrong isn't thinking anything."

"Not thinking anything? Don't you want your master to use his big cock to penetrate your little cunt?" "

I want... please use your master's big cock to penetrate slave girl Wanrong's little... cunt."

"That's more like it, say it again."

"Please use your master's big cock to penetrate slave girl Wanrong's little cunt." Qiao Wanrong was almost collapsing, her voice a little louder than
before . After saying that, she remembered that she was in her office, and her secretary was next door. Qiao Wanrong nervously
turned her head to look next door, but could only see the closed blinds. "You start first." Fang Yulong pressed down hard on Qiao Wanrong
's buttocks, opened his big mouth and took Qiao Wanrong's two breasts into his mouth in turn, sucking them hard. In no time,
Qiao Wanrong felt her breasts swell up, as if there was really milk inside. Her two nipples
turned deep red like ripe cherries, and Fang Yulong's tongue felt them hard when he licked them. Qiao Wanrong forcefully pressed Fang Yulong's
head against her chest, wanting to suffocate the damned bastard. Of course, this was just wishful thinking on her part.
Fang Yulong continued to suckle her breasts, occasionally biting her nipples,
leaving .

"Ah..." Just as Qiao Wanrong was fantasizing about suffocating Fang Yulong, he suddenly lifted her up by her
buttocks , his hard penis pressing against the beautiful CEO's sensitive clitoris. Qiao Wanrong screamed in shock,
then bit her lip tightly, her hands gripping Fang Yulong's neck tightly, afraid of
falling off him.

Fang Yulong took a step forward and placed Qiao Wanrong on the large desk. With half her buttocks on
the desk Qiao Wanrong felt more secure, and her grip on Fang Yulong's neck loosened slightly. Fang Yulong released
Qiao Wanrong 's buttocks, his hand moving down her right thigh to grip her ankle,
lifting her right leg high. Qiao Wanrong couldn't bear it, bracing herself on the table and leaning back, but Fang Yulong
grabbed .

"My little slave girl, watch closely how your master fucks your little cunt with his big cock." Under Fang Yulong's intense gaze
, Qiao Wanrong had no choice but to look down at where their genitals met. She saw Fang Yulong's thick penis inserted into her
vagina, only a small portion of its base protruding. Fang Yulong pulled his buttocks back slightly, withdrawing his penis from her vagina.
Only the glans remained lodged at the entrance of her vagina. Qiao Wanrong could clearly feel
the tingling pleasure as the edge of the glans brushed against her vaginal canal, a sensation her brother-in-law and husband had never given her. "Oh
God am I really going to become his slave?" Qiao Wanrong's heart trembled along with her body;
her resolve to hold on until the end was beginning to waver.

Fang Yulong twisted his head, his cheek rubbing against Qiao Wanrong's shapely legs, then with a sudden burst of strength, he thrust
the glans, still lodged at the entrance of her vagina, deep into her core. "Oh..." Qiao Wanrong bit her lip and
groaned , her hands trembling as she braced herself on the table, almost collapsing onto it.

"Is my little slave enjoying it?"

"Yes... Master is making slave Wanrong feel so good..." Under the man's assault, Qiao Wanrong completely abandoned
her dignity, only hoping that the man who was taking her would knock her unconscious like before.

"Say you're a little slut, begging your master to fuck your little slut!"

"Slave Wanrong is a little slut, please master use your big cock to fuck Wanrong's little slut's cunt raw."

Whoosh... Fang Yulong pushed the books and documents on the table aside,
lifted , and Qiao Wanrong couldn't support herself, collapsing onto the desk. "Say what you just said again."
Fang Yulong spread Qiao Wanrong's legs, half of his cock inserted into the beautiful boss's overflowing, wet cunt.

"Wanrong is a little slut, please master use your big cock to fuck Wanrong's little slut's cunt raw." Qiao Wanrong lay
on the cool desk, staring at the ceiling. The word "slut," which she would never normally utter
, had become a common term, even giving her a strange sense of pleasure. Why did she feel excited when she said
she a slut? Was she really a slut?

The final assault began. Qiao Wanrong gripped the edge of the table with one hand and covered her mouth with the other,
afraid she might make a sound. Even so, she still occasionally let out
soft moans. Qiao Wanrong was both ashamed and anxious, cursing Fang Yulong in her heart while simultaneously enjoying the physical
pleasure . Before long, the once cool table felt like it was on fire. Qiao Wanrong
tried several times to sit up and lift her back off the table, but Fang Yulong's thrusts pulled her back down,
causing the table to shift slightly. Qiao Wanrong struggled several times but couldn't sit up; her back ached from the chafing.
Finally, she lay helplessly on the table, letting Fang Yulong ravage her sexy body.

Sitting behind the desk, Su Caiyun felt extremely uncomfortable. No matter what, she was the one
who brought to the boss's office. What was he doing, locking the door and drawing the curtains in broad daylight? Did the boss really
have sex with that young man in the office? Su Caiyun had been working for Qiao Wanrong for over two years. Her boss's image was one of
cold elegance and intelligence; she never imagined she'd be keeping a gigolo in the office doing *that*. But the current situation
forced her to question her boss's image. That awful gigolo even said he had important business to discuss with the boss and
didn't want anyone disturbing them. What important business could that guy possibly be discussing with the boss?

Su Caiyun couldn't concentrate at all; her mind was filled with images of her cold boss and the gigolo,
and could even hear sounds coming from the boss's office. If her office were as enclosed as the boss's, she would definitely
be pressing her ear against the door to listen.

A young woman carrying a document entered Su Caiyun's office. Seeing that the curtains in Qiao Wanrong's office were closed,
she asked Su Caiyun if the boss was resting. "President Qiao is discussing something with someone. Xiao Xi, is
the plan revised?" Su Caiyun asked, seeing the document in Shen Xi's hand.

"Yes, it was supposed to be finished last week, but President Qiao wasn't satisfied with the plan and made our department redo it. He said
we have to come up with the best solution this week. I brought the plan to President Qiao for his review. Caiyun,
who is President Qiao meeting with? It's so mysterious."

"What kind of guest? The guy who kept staring at you at Dream Paris last time." Su Caiyun
said, giving Shen Xi's chest a hard look. Shen Xi was only about 1.65 meters tall, a
centimeter or two shorter than Su Caiyun, but she had a very hot figure. Especially her chest, which made several close female friends very envious. Because her name
was Xi, they nicknamed her "Milkshake".

"That guy? What important thing did he talk to President Qiao about?" Shen Xi also remembered the
young man who looked at her with lustful eyes.

"How would I know? Why don't you knock on the door and ask?" Shen Xi was a part-time intern, but Qiao Wanrong
took good care of her, so Su Caiyun guessed that this "Milkshake" had a deep relationship with President Qiao, or was someone with a big background.

"Me?" Shen Xi shook her head immediately when Su Caiyun told her to knock on the door. The boss and a gigolo were in
the office , the door closed and the curtains drawn—only a fool would knock. "Caiyun, how long have President Qiao and that guy been in there?"

When Shen Xi asked this, Su Caiyun checked the time and exclaimed in surprise, "My God, almost
forty minutes!" Although neither girl said anything, they both assumed Qiao Wanrong and the gigolo were doing
something illicit in the office. Shen Xi and Su Caiyun exchanged glances, both thinking, "No wonder President Qiao is attracted to that gorgeous
gigolo ; it turns out he's got a real 'chicken' (penis) too."

Qiao Wanrong lay limply on the desk, Fang Yulong's glans growing
larger and . A sudden phone call interrupted their frenzied intercourse. Fang Yulong stopped and looked at
the phone on the desk; it was his phone ringing. Fang Yulong released Qiao Wanrong's legs, the beautiful boss's legs
dangling limply under the desk. The call was from Fang Ying, and Fang Yulong had no choice but to answer.

"Fang Yulong, where are you?" Fang Ying's voice sounded somewhat impatient on the phone.

"I'm having coffee with friends. Have you already walked around Mosang Lake?"

"No, we just strolled along the lakeside path. Come pick us up quickly. Weiyang wants to go to the riverbank, and we're
going to Baiyun Mountain."

"Oh, you guys can play around Mosang Lake for a while. I'll be right there." While on the phone, Fang Yulong lightly
teased Qiao Wanrong's vulva, not as wildly as before, and Qiao Wanrong, lying on the desk, no longer felt the pain in her back.
Although she couldn't hear what Fang Ying was saying, Qiao Wanrong still heard what Fang Yulong was saying. It seemed someone was calling this guy
to do something, and he had to leave immediately—thank goodness.

Fang Yulong put down the phone, grabbed Qiao Wanrong's thighs, and thrust into her forcefully, causing Qiao Wanrong to involuntarily moan again.
A groan escaped her lips. Fang Yulong suddenly picked Qiao Wanrong up again, pulled her back to the chair, and laid her down, making her perform oral sex on him.
Qiao Wanrong reluctantly knelt between Fang Yulong's legs, taking his pungent, fishy-smelling glans into her mouth. Fang Yulong held
Qiao Wanrong 's head and thrust hard several times, like
inserting into a vagina, the thick glans reaching deep into her throat, as if it were a tight vagina. After a few thrusts, Fang Yulong ejaculated. Having held back for several days, Fang Yulong
ejaculated a large amount of semen, which flowed down Qiao Wanrong's throat and into her stomach. With her mouth pressed against the large penis, Qiao Wanrong
could only silently swallow the semen that made her feel incredibly disgusted.

"Fix your pants," Fang Yulong said, standing in front of the chair, looking at Qiao Wanrong still kneeling on the floor, feeling incredibly satisfied after ejaculating
. His pants weren't unbuttoned, only the zipper was pulled down; the area around the zipper was still stained with
Qiao Wanrong 's vaginal fluid, a darker color than the rest. Seeing the stain of her vaginal fluid on Fang Yulong's pants, Qiao Wanrong felt
a pang of embarrassment. She reached out to straighten his pants before standing up to put on her bra and shirt.
As she buttoned them, Fang Yulong suddenly pulled her close and began sucking hard on her breasts, leaving
a red hickey on her neckline.

This pervert! There was no way to explain this now. She hoped the collar would completely cover the mark. Qiao Wanrong
silently finished putting on her shirt, staring blankly at the vibrator on the desk. Finally, she willingly inserted it into her
swollen, red vulva. After straightening her skirt, Qiao Wanrong transformed back into the aloof and beautiful CEO. But
the flush and the barely noticeable red mark on her neckline betrayed the secret of the past half hour. "My little
slave girl, I'll come see you again next time," Fang Yulong said, pinching Qiao Wanrong's chin with satisfaction as he walked towards the locked
blue wooden door.

Because the proposal was needed immediately, Shen Xi hesitated at Su Caiyun's desk, wondering whether to wait until the boss's "meeting"
was over before handing it to him personally, so she could make any necessary changes immediately. Just then, the locked door
opened, and Fang Yulong came out from the inner room. Seeing Shen Xi and Su Caiyun, he leered at Shen Xi and said with a smile,
"Oh, Xiao Xi's here too. You must have something to discuss with Sister Rong. Sister Caiyun, I'll be going now. I still have a cousin to serve.
What a busy life!" Amidst the two women's disdainful and contemptuous gazes, Fang Yulong left the office.
Qiao Wanrong, in the inner room, also heard Fang Yulong's words and knew he was deliberately trying to ruin her reputation. The two
girls probably thought she wasn't keeping a gigolo but had hired a male prostitute.

And she still had to serve her cousin? That's a nice way of putting it; maybe some rich woman was summoning him. Shen Xi and
Su Caiyun exchanged a disgusted look. Shen Xi gently knocked on the door with the project proposal in hand.
She only entered Qiao Wanrong's office after being told to come in.

"President Qiao, this is the pre-sale plan you requested to revise." Although Qiao Wanrong's office was quite spacious,
Shen Xi still noticed something unusual. She secretly observed Qiao Wanrong and discovered that all of Qiao Wanrong's shirt buttons
were fastened, which was different from Qiao Wanrong's usual style. Previously, Qiao Wanrong always left the top button of her shirt undone
, and only one button at a time.

"Oh, it's Shen Xi. This project proposal isn't urgent now, just leave it for now." Qiao Wanrong nodded to Shen Xi.
This girl was introduced by another shareholder; she was only a junior in college, working part-time while studying. At first, Qiao Wanrong thought Shen
Xi was the shareholder's mistress, but she found that Shen Xi, who was working part-time while studying, was very hardworking after joining the company, saying that
she could learn many things at the company that she couldn't learn in school. Just as Qiao Wanrong looked up, the sharp-eyed Shen Xi noticed a red line-like mark showing on
her boss 's collar. No wonder President Qiao buttoned up all her clothes; it was to
cover up that mark. Shen Xi left Qiao Wanrong's office. Su Caiyun looked at her questioningly, but Shen Xi
gently shook her head, indicating she knew nothing.

Fang Yulong drove to Mosang Lake Park and almost got his ear pulled by Fang Ying again. "Where did you go for coffee?
It took you so long to get here." Fang Ying continued to question Fang Yulong even after he got in the car.

"It wasn't far, just a bit of traffic, that's why it took so long. Look how sweaty I am trying to get here to pick you up
." Fang Yulong still smelled of sweat, obviously from his encounter with Qiao Wanrong, which Fang Ying didn't suspect.

Fang Daming returned to his villa and was somewhat surprised to see his wife, Xia Zhuyi, there too. "Xia Mo and Xiao Ying
are living in Zhanglin Garden with Zhao Weiyang. They're young people living together, so this old woman won't go and join in the fun."

"Zhao Weiyang? The one from the Zhao family?"

"Yes, are you worried Secretary Ning might misunderstand?"

"No, Secretary Ning has no conflict with the Zhao family. Besides, they're just the younger generation running a company together.
How could Secretary Ning possibly misunderstand? Secretary Ning talked to me again today; he wants me to go to Haicheng to oversee government work."

Xia Zhuyi's heart skipped a beat, and she asked Fang Daming what his answer was. "I told him that although I wasn't born
in Jiangdong, my ancestral home is there, and I wanted to make some real achievements in Jiangdong before leaving. Secretary Ning also
hoped that someone could continue his strategic policy of developing the north after he left Jiangdong, so he agreed to my request and
supported me staying in Jiangdong."

"Daming, aren't you being too wronged?"

"No, you're the one who's been wronged all these years. Although Jiangdong's status isn't as high as Haicheng's, it
's still a very important province in the country. We may have suffered a bit of a loss now, but it's an important experience for future development.
Compared to my colleagues, I'm still young, and there will definitely be more opportunities in the future." Fang Daming gently put his arm around his wife's shoulder and
stroked her hair.

After venting his anger on Qiao Wanrong, Fang Yulong was much more at ease with the three beauties. After
swimming , there was still a sensual massage. Perhaps it was because she was tired from climbing Baiyun Mountain, or perhaps
she was infected by the atmosphere of Fang Ying and Xia Mo teasing Fang Yulong, Zhao Weiyang also enjoyed Fang Yulong's massage service. While hiking, Fang Yulong
knew Zhao Weiyang had strong leg muscles, and now, holding them in his hands, he immediately felt that her leg muscles
were somewhat masculine. For a woman who cares about her appearance, this wasn't a good thing. Xia Mo, with her bottom sticking out, lay on
another recliner, urging Fang Yulong to massage her back and legs again.

"Fang Yulong, where did you learn your massage technique? It's quite professional." Zhao Weiyang had never had a grown
man massage her legs before, and it felt quite novel. Fang Yulong's hands were quite strong, making her calves feel a little numb,
but it felt very comfortable.

"To be honest, Sister Zhao, I've never studied massage. I just do it randomly. What
can I do? I'm young, and I have to obey some people's orders."

"Fang Yulong, are you asking for a beating again?" Before Xia Mo, who was lying on the chair, could speak,
Fang Ying, who had just come out of the pool, kicked Fang Yulong in the butt. Luckily, Fang Ying didn't use force, otherwise Fang Yulong would
have fallen on top of Zhao Weiyang. Even so, Fang Yulong's hand was still on Zhao Weiyang's inner thigh, almost
sliding between her buttocks. Zhao Weiyang was a little embarrassed and sat up, saying, "You three play,
I'm going to take a shower first."

Fang Ying giggled and said, "Fang Yulong, you dare to take advantage of Weiyang, you're dead meat, Weiyang will definitely
kill you tomorrow." Fang Yulong then asked Fang Ying what she meant by "kill him." Fang Ying then said that Zhao Weiyang came from a military family and
looked like a noble lady, but actually had a wild personality and liked many sports, especially combat skills. Fang Ying
's college days were influenced by Zhao Weiyang and she had some violent tendencies. Fang Yulong recalled the moment his hand pressed against Zhao Weiyang's
inner thigh; it seemed quite firm and incredibly elastic. No wonder his cousin was so violent; she
had a "master" guiding her.

The next morning, the three women went to Jinhua Mountain with Fang Yulong and didn't go anywhere else. In the afternoon, Fang Ying
asked Fang Yulong to take them to a fitness club. Fang Ying asked Xia Mo to come along, but Xia Mo refused, saying she wanted to
maintain a good ladylike image. At the club, Fang Yulong and the two women changed into training clothes. He knew Zhao
Weiyang had a powerful background and naturally dared not have any improper thoughts about her, but practicing judo with beautiful women was still a wonderful
thing. Moreover, Fang Yulong believed he was agile and physically fit, so dealing with Zhao Weiyang shouldn't be a problem.

Unfortunately, Fang Yulong's idea was good, but his strength was far inferior. Before Fang Yulong could even
hug she tossed him around like a backpack. Fang Yulong tried several times but to no avail, and was tossed around by Zhao Weiyang
several times in a row. Although Zhao Weiyang hadn't used much force, and there was a soft mat on the ground, Fang Yulong wasn't hurt too badly from the fall. However, as
a felt a little embarrassed and had to beg Zhao Weiyang for mercy before turning to practice with Fang Ying. Zhao Weiyang
laughed, "Trying to run? Not so easy. Take another hit with my backpack." She grabbed his collar and turned to throw him
, but Fang Yulong, quick-witted, reached out and hugged Zhao Weiyang, only to find his hands grabbing at her ample chest. Zhao Weiyang
stiffened, but Fang Yulong didn't notice what part of her he was hugging. He only felt something warm and soft in his hands.
Taking advantage of Zhao Weiyang's momentary daze, he tripped her, and the two of them fell onto the mat.

Fang Yulong had intended to suppress Zhao Weiyang's "arrogance," but instead, he ended up landing directly on her.
"You little rascal, let go of me!" Zhao Weiyang's face flushed red. Although she changed position when she fell,
Fang Yulong's hands were still firmly on her chest. The man's weight pressed down on her chest with both hands,
making her feel a tightness in her chest, unsure whether it was from anger or the pressure.

Fang Yulong suddenly realized why Zhao Weiyang had been stunned earlier; he had grabbed her sensitive area.
Fang Yulong immediately released Zhao Weiyang and stood up. Fang Ying, who had been standing behind the two, hadn't seen
what part of Zhao Weiyang Fang Yulong's body Fang Yulong had grabbed. Seeing Zhao Weiyang pinned to the mat by Fang Yulong, she giggled, "Are you
playing judo or wrestling? Weiyang, I never thought you'd get the short end of the stick."

Zhao Weiyang blushed and said, "It was a momentary lapse; this kid took advantage of me. Let's go again!" Fang Ying hadn't seen
Fang Yulong's movements and assumed Zhao Weiyang was saying Fang Yulong had cheated to win. Fang Yulong, however, knew
what Zhao Weiyang was talking about and knew she was angry and wanted to throw him, but he had no choice but to brace himself and meet her challenge.

After being pinned to the mat by Zhao Weiyang once again, Fang Yulong said softly, "Sister Zhao, I didn't mean to just now,
please forgive me." Zhao Weiyang thought, "If I didn't mean to, why did you grab me so accurately? You even pinched me after grabbing me! You dare to take
advantage you little bastard!" Fang Yulong knew that Zhao Weiyang wouldn't stop until she had thoroughly thrashed him.

Whether it was because Zhao Weiyang had run out of strength after being thrashed so many times, or because Fang
Yulong thrashed a few times, Fang Yulong actually had a chance to defeat Zhao Weiyang with his true strength. Once again
pinned to the mat by Fang Yulong, Zhao Weiyang didn't blush, just seemed a little surprised. Zhao Weiyang asked Fang Yulong if he had ever
practiced judo before. Fang Yulong said no, otherwise he wouldn't have been thrashed so badly by her. Zhao Weiyang flicked
Fang Yulong and said, "So what if I throw you a few times? You even..." Zhao Weiyang wanted to say that Fang Yulong had touched her chest
, but being a young woman, she was too embarrassed to say it.

Zhao Weiyang stopped playing with Fang Yulong and watched him play with Fang Ying. Fang Yulong had picked
up some skills from playing with Zhao Weiyang for so long, and Fang Ying's judo skills were far inferior to Zhao Weiyang's. Coupled with the difference in
their physical abilities , Fang Yulong pinned her to the mat. Of course, Fang Yulong didn't use brute force
on Fang Ying; he threw her down gently, afraid of hurting her. Fang Ying, bursting with confidence, felt somewhat embarrassed. This wasn't
judo practice; it was more like performing a sitcom.

After a few tumbles, the two sat down next to Zhao Weiyang to rest. Zhao Weiyang seemed still unconvinced that Fang Yulong hadn't
practiced judo before, asking if he was lying. Fang Yulong's technique and skill had clearly
improved , and Fang Ying, who often practiced with him, was no match for him. Fang Yulong said he was taller and
stronger than both of them, so Fang Ying naturally couldn't wrestle him.

"Let's go play taekwondo later," Zhao Weiyang suggested.

"You want to play again?" In a real fight, Fang Yulong might not be afraid of Zhao Weiyang; after all, he
came from his skills weren't great, he was still better than the average person. But Fang Yulong knew nothing about taekwondo. Thinking about how Zhao
Weiyang's strong legs were definitely the result of taekwondo training, Fang Yulong felt a headache coming on.

Fang Yulong thought Zhao Weiyang was just joking, but she actually took him to a taekwondo gym. Once there,
Fang Yulong felt a little more at ease because there was protective gear for sparring. Compared to judo, Taekwondo involves
less pulling and grappling and less physical contact, giving Fang Yulong, with his greater agility, an advantage over Zhao Weiyang. While
Zhao Weiyang could throw Fang Yulong a few times in judo, in Taekwondo, despite her clear advantage, she couldn't land
a hit . Even when she did, the attack had little effect. They exchanged kicks for several minutes before Zhao
Weiyang seized an opportunity and unleashed a series of kicks. Fang Yulong dodged left and right, but Zhao Weiyang didn't stop, following up with a
spinning kick. Fang Yulong was unfortunately hit and fell to the ground.

Although Zhao Weiyang had landed a blow and looked somewhat smug, she was inwardly surprised by Fang Yulong's reaction.
After fighting for so long, she finally found an opportunity to defeat Fang Yulong. After Fang Yulong got up, the two resumed their fight. Fang Yulong
abandoned his previous dodging strategy and began attacking like Zhao Weiyang. This gave Zhao Weiyang
more opportunities to strike him, and Fang Yulong was repeatedly hit.

Wearing protective gear, Fang Yulong wasn't injured, at most he was somewhat disheveled. Fang Yulong continued his attack, and
after being hit several times by Zhao Weiyang, his movements became increasingly fluid, eventually even managing to execute a spinning kick.
Although Fang Yulong's movements weren't perfect, his jumping ability was astonishing, and that kick carried
immense downward force. Zhao Weiyang hadn't expected Fang Yulong to be able to perform such a difficult move, and was
directly kicked in the shoulder, falling to the ground.

Although wearing protective gear, Fang Yulong's strength far exceeded Zhao Weiyang's, and combined with the impact of falling, Zhao
Weiyang felt a sharp pain in her shoulder, but she was too embarrassed to blame Fang Yulong; it was his first time doing this, and he obviously
couldn't control his strength well. Seeing Zhao Weiyang fall to the ground, Fang Yulong immediately went over to help her up.

"Fang Yulong, have you ever taken any martial arts classes? I feel you have an incredible talent for it
." Fang Ying knew Fang Yulong's background; besides cars, he had no other hobbies. "Weiyang, Fang Yulong is
physically strong; you're a girl, don't try to compete with him."

"What's wrong with being a girl? If he weren't so talented, he wouldn't be able to beat me. Fang Yulong, when you come to Haicheng,
you'll have to spar with me more often. But you can't hit me like that; only I can hit you." This last sentence was directed at
Fang Yulong , who, despite his reluctance, could only agree, since he wasn't going to Haicheng anyway.

On Sunday morning, the three girls went shopping and bought a lot of Lingjiang delicacies to take back to Haicheng. When seeing them off at the station, Zhao
Weiyang even told Fang Yulong to visit Haicheng sometime. Fang Yulong nodded in agreement, but in his heart, he wanted to stay far away from Zhao Weiyang.
If only she could beat him, wouldn't that just create another, even more violent Fang Ying? He didn't want to become a woman's outlet for her frustrations.

Just two days after the contract for the restructuring of Dongfang Xingda Company was signed,
negative news about the newly formed company suddenly surfaced online. Insiders claimed that during the establishment of Dongfang Xingda Company, the company was
suspected of embezzling municipal state-owned assets originally belonging to Xingda Company. The best evidence was that Dongfang Xingda Company held
5% more shares than originally planned, shares that should have belonged to the Municipal Bureau of Industry. The so-called increased investment by Dongfang Xingda Company
and Zheng Mingyuan's additional investment were just a smokescreen; nothing of the sort happened.

The whistleblower pointed the finger at Dongfang Xingda Company, believing that the company had engaged in underhanded operations to gain control of the new company
, pushing the usually low-profile company into the spotlight. The news initially
circulated only in Lianhuai City. Upon learning of it, Han Shuhua immediately notified Fang Lan. As the vice mayor in charge of industry, Han Shuhua
summoned Zheng Mingyuan and ordered him to make up the additional investment. Although the matter was quickly suppressed,
many people in the province still knew about it, which greatly upset Fang Lan. She knew this had
nothing to do with her; the other party was targeting Fang Daming.

Fang Lan told Fang Daming about it, asking if it would have any negative impact on him.
Fang Daming simply smiled and told Fang Lan to operate normally. As long as she didn't make any mistakes in the restructuring,
no one could smear her. Fang Daming's words reassured Fang Lan. If her mistake affected Fang Daming,
it would be a serious offense.

Mei Xingliang, in his early fifties, was the director of the Lingjiang Social Security Bureau. He was usually low-key, and people who met him for the first time would never
guess that he was the head of the Lingjiang Social Security Bureau. Mei Xingliang knew that many officials fell from grace because they were too
flamboyant, so he knew he had to be discreet when necessary. At his age, further advancement
was unlikely, so Mei Xingliang's wish was to peacefully finish his term as bureau chief and then retire as a
wealthy man.

A sudden ringing disturbed Mei Xingliang's sleep. It was his distant cousin, Wang Li,
the wife of the finance bureau chief. Mei Xingliang looked at the beautiful woman still sleeping beside him, took the phone, and went to the living room.
Shen Xi also heard the phone ring, but pretended to be still asleep. When Mei Xingliang went to the living room with the phone, Shen Xi
also got out of bed and quietly went to the door. The door was ajar, and through the crack, she could see Mei Xingliang standing
by the small window making the call.

"Xiaoli, what's up so early in the morning?"

"Xingliang, when will we get our first payback for the property investment? My husband had another bad dream last
night . Xingliang, do you think there might be some problems with our investment? Last
week I went to the company to ask Qiao Wanrong, and she said things are tense lately, even getting a pre-sale permit is done very carefully. I'm worried
something might happen."

"Xiaoli, don't panic. Tell your husband to relax. You know
how powerful President Qiao is. If there were any problems, she would have notified us long ago. It's just misappropriation of some money; many cases like this have gone
wrong. It's only the end of June. Once the funds are recovered
, they'll definitely cover the shortfall. There won't be any problems. If anything happens, there are always people to hold it up. Don't you think
President Qiao's connections would allow this to be exposed? So just relax and wait for the project to finish and the dividends to be distributed.
This time, we'll make enough for our retirement."

Xiaoli? Could it be Wang Li, another director of the company? Was the money they used to develop the real estate with Qiao Wanrong
embezzled public funds? Hiding behind the door, Shen Xi couldn't hear what Wang Li was saying on the phone, but Mei Xingliang's words
revealed a lot of important information. Shen Xi knew Mei Xingliang had invested money in the real estate company; she assumed it was
money he had embezzled and accepted bribes over the years, but she never expected it to be social security funds he had misappropriated. She wondered
who Wang Li's husband, Lao Ji, was; someone who could embezzle funds to develop real estate must control a lot of money.

Seeing Mei Xingliang hang up, Shen Xi returned to bed, feigning sleepiness. Seeing
Mei Xingliang push open the door, Shen Xi said in a coquettish voice, "Godfather, who is it? Calling so early in the morning."
Shen Xi was wearing a semi-transparent nightgown, her two full breasts and cherry-like nipples faintly visible, rising and falling with her chest as
she spoke , making Mei Xingliang swallow hard.

"An old comrade invited me fishing." Mei Xingliang sat on the edge of the bed, one hand resting on Shen Xi's smooth
thigh.

"Why go fishing in this heat? You'll get sunburned." Shen Xi sat up and hugged Mei Xingliang's plump waist.
Her full breasts rubbed gently against Mei Xingliang's back. "Godfather, I'm not going to the company today,
can you spend more time with me?" As she spoke, Shen Xi's jade-like hand, which had been resting on Mei Xingliang's lower abdomen, gently slipped down
into the man's shorts.

Perhaps it was the beauty of the morning, or perhaps it was the allure of his goddaughter behind him.
Mei Xingliang, felt his soft penis harden at his goddaughter's touch. Seeing that his penis
was erect without any drugs, Mei Xingliang was overjoyed and turned to pin his goddaughter down.

"Little Xi, my little darling, let Godfather pamper you one more time." Mei Xingliang pressed himself
against Shen Xi, who was wearing a semi-transparent nightgown, and nibbled at her full, firm breasts through the nightgown, wetting the thin fabric.

"Oh, so comfortable, Godfather, hurry up and fuck Little Xi to death with your big cock, Little Xi is so uncomfortable." Shen Xi
ripped off Mei Xingliang's shorts, revealing his not-too-big, not-too-small penis. Shen Xi was only wearing a silk
nightgown. When she raised her legs and hooked them around Mei Xingliang's buttocks, the nightgown slipped down to her upper thighs, revealing half of
her closed vulva, which aroused the already aroused Mei Xingliang to the point of losing his senses.

"Little Xi Xi, godfather is here." Mei Xingliang stroked Shen Xi's vulva with his hand, and after a few strokes, he felt that her
vulva was wet enough for him to penetrate. Mei Xingliang couldn't help but sigh inwardly, young girls are so wet,
much more tender than his cousin who was over forty.

"Oh, good godfather." Shen Xi brought out her charm to the extreme, her soft jade hand touching Mei Xingliang's
penis. How could Mei Xingliang resist? His glans parted his goddaughter's two full and tender labia, and with a thrust of
his hips he inserted his entire penis into his goddaughter's wanton vulva.

"Ah... Godfather, hurry... Xiaoxi feels so good..." Shen Xi pulled Mei Xingliang down
onto , rubbing her full breasts against his plump body. Her bent legs hooked tightly around
his buttocks, allowing him to penetrate her deeper. The image of a young man floated into her mind. Although she
looked down on that young man, his appearance, physique, and wicked smile had
left not exactly respectable, was still better than those corrupt officials.
Every time she had sex with Mei Xingliang, Shen Xi would fantasize about the over-fifty-year-old Mei Xingliang as a handsome young man.
This time, she imagined Mei Xingliang as Fang Yulong, who had looked at her with lustful eyes just two days ago.

Like a general going into battle, initially full of high spirits, only to realize how insignificant his own
strength . Mei Xingliang always felt he was very strong and could make the young beauty beneath him writhe in agony.
Unfortunately, the young girl's vagina was very tight, wrapping around his penis layer by layer, like
one side surrounding the other, leaving the other unable to advance or retreat. Mei Xingliang, in his early fifties, couldn't last
long before ejaculating and collapsing onto his goddaughter.

"Xiao Xi, is it comfortable?"

"Mmm, Xiao Xi feels so good, godfather, you're so good to Xiao Xi." Hanging between them, Shen Xi pretended to
enjoy it, knowing this would please the older man. Mei Xingliang looked at the beauty beneath him and smiled smugly.
Regardless of whether Shen Xi was truly enjoying it, for Mei Xingliang, meeting such a young and
beautiful woman at his age was a blessing. He would enjoy what he was meant to enjoy. In a few years, even with power
and money, he would only be able to sigh in longing for beauty.

"Xiao Xi, are you tired of working at the company? Why don't you quit? Although your godfather doesn't have much money,
it's enough to support you."

"I know your godfather is good to me, but I still want to support myself. I'm
with because I feel good about you. You know I lost my father when I was very young, and
I feel very safe with you."

"Xiao Xi, as long as your godfather is here, you'll never have to worry about food or clothing." Mei Xingliang's lecherous hands reached into Shen Xi's
nightgown, caressing her irresistible, exquisite breasts. Upon first seeing Shen Xi, Mei Xingliang was
captivated by her beauty and figure. Shen Xi and he were from completely different worlds. Shen Xi's mother had difficulty finding a way to retire early due to social security and
health reasons. A friend of hers
introduced Shen Xi and her mother to him. This was a trivial matter for Mei Xingliang, but he had taken a liking to Shen Xi and made
it sound complicated. After some probing, Mei Xingliang discovered that Shen Xi also had feelings for him, which
delighted Shen's mother's problem was solved with a single sentence. Later, Shen Xi recognized him as her godfather, and the two would meet secretly
several times a month. To settle Shen Xi in, Mei Xingliang not only bought her a 130-square-meter apartment in Zijin Garden
, but also arranged for her to work part-time at Qiao Wanrong's company, according to her wishes. For Mei Xingliang,
finding a girl like Shen Xi was like finding a treasure.

"I know my godfather is the best to me. With my godfather by my side, I'm so happy," Shen Xi said, leaning against
Mei Xingliang and drawing circles on his chest like a lover.

"Xiao Xi, has anything unusual happened at the company lately?"

"No, everything's normal. The only unusual thing is the pre-sale plan. It was supposed to be needed
next week President Qiao said it might not be needed until early August."

"August isn't too late," Mei Xingliang thought, figuring that as long as he paid the difference before the end of the year, everything would be fine
.

"Godfather, what do you mean August isn't too late?" Shen Xi feigned ignorance, looking at Mei Xingliang,
but inwardly sneered. She
wondered .

"Nothing, Godfather just suddenly remembered there's a card game today." Mei Xingliang kissed Shen Xi's alluring lips
, put on his clothes, and left the room. Hearing the door close, Shen Xi got out of bed,
took , and pulled out a miniature camera. After checking the recorded footage, she
removed the memory card and replaced it with a new one.

In the bathroom, naked, Shen Xi looked in the mirror, her hands caressing her
breasts The seductive charm she had displayed on the bed had become somewhat stiff, her eyes fixed on her reflection.
"Pah! You old bastard, one day I'll make sure you're utterly disgraced." Shen Xi went into the bathroom and repeatedly washed
her lower body under the tap, cleaning herself thoroughly.

After taking a shower, Shen hope put on a white dress, and her long, black hair was styled into a ponytail. If it weren't for...
Her firm breasts had a certain sexiness, making her look like a freshman just entering university. Shen Xi looked in the mirror again, and only
when she was satisfied with herself did she leave the home that most people in Lingjiang couldn't afford and walk towards the back of the community.
Fang Huijun also lived in Zijin Garden, but it was a large duplex apartment, no less luxurious than a regular villa.
Fang Huijun, who had just gotten up, was a little surprised to see Shen Xi at her place so early.

"Auntie, I have important news to tell you." After entering the house, Shen Xi, seeing that no one was home, began to talk
about Mei Xingliang.

"Important news? Is it about Mei Xingliang or Chu Zhongtian?"

"It's about Mei Xingliang. This morning I overheard him on the phone with someone named Xiaoli. I guess it's Wang Li, a director at
Furong Real Estate. The money they used to invest in the property was embezzled public funds, and the amount must be huge.
Wang Li's husband's surname is Ji. Mei Xingliang told Wang Li's husband not to worry on the phone. Auntie, who could this Ji person be?"

"Ji? It should be Ji Guoqiang from the Lingjiang Finance Bureau. Are you sure they embezzled public funds to invest in Furong Real Estate?"

"Yes, that's what Mei Xingliang said on the phone. He told Wang Li not to worry, and said it's just embezzling a little money
. Many things like this happen, and several get into trouble. It's only the end of June; once the funds are recovered, they'll definitely make up for the embezzled money
first . There's no way anything will happen. If something really happens, there are always taller people to hold it up.
Auntie, do you think if this news gets leaked, will that guy surnamed Mei go to jail?"

"That's hard to say. Do you know who Qiao Wanrong is? Mei Xingliang and Ji Guoqiang dared to embezzle public funds to invest in
Qiao Wanrong's real estate company because they were eyeing her background."

"Auntie, what's Qiao Wanrong's background?"

"She's Zhang Weijun's sister-in-law. Even if you leak this information, by the time the higher-ups investigate,
they'll have already settled the accounts. It might even expose you. If Mei Xingliang finds out your identity,
it could be detrimental to you."

"Zhang Weijun? Governor Zhang Weijun? I thought Qiao Wanrong got to this position by selling her body.
Turns out she's the governor's sister-in-law."

"Oh? I'm not familiar with Qiao Wanrong, but she seems quite cold towards men. How do you think she got
to this position by selling her body?"

"She's just pretending. The day before yesterday, she even hired a male prostitute to come to her office. The two of them stayed in the office
for almost an hour. When I went in, there was still a smell in her office."

"Is that so? I really couldn't tell. But don't talk about this carelessly
. It won't do you

any good if Qiao Wanrong finds out you're gossiping about her private life behind her back." "I know, when her secretary asked me, I pretended I didn't notice anything. Auntie, is this information
really useless?" Shen Xi looked at Fang Huijun with disappointment.

"No, that's not it. Don't worry about it, I'll handle it. Don't tell anyone. Xiaoxi
, don't you feel bad about yourself? You're still young, you have a bright future ahead of you, it
's not worth it for these scumbags. Your mother changed your name to Xiaoxi hoping your future would be full of hope. If
your mother finds out I'm secretly helping you, I wonder if she'll blame me."

"Others may have long forgotten the past, but I won't. Every time I wake up from a nightmare, every time
I think of my deceased father, I feel uneasy. You might think I'm extreme, but my father
died because of me. If I don't resolve the hatred in my heart, I'll never have peace of mind. My mother doesn't know anything,
you don't need to worry about her blaming you if she finds out."

"But Xiaoxi, you're making me uneasy..." "

Auntie, but you said men can play with women, why can't women play with men? Just
think of me playing with a few old men, what's the big deal?"

"Xiaoxi, you're different, you're still young, you should have a bright future."

"A bright future? My future was ruined by that old bastard long ago. Auntie, please stop trying to persuade me.
Just help me, I'll handle everything else.
Was it true that Wang Gang was going to be transferred to your company? How's it going?"

"He's been transferred. He's a vice president, just like me, and even ranked ahead of me."

"Auntie, I'll help you get rid of him. Just arrange for me to get close to him."

"His son is in the first year of junior high school. I heard he's not doing very well in school. He wants to find someone to tutor his son during the summer vacation.
How about I find someone to introduce you to him? Just say you want to tutor to earn some living expenses."

"Okay. I'll make sure he takes the bait."

After Shen Xi left, Fang Huijun sat on the sofa, thinking about how to use the information Shen Xi provided. Just two days ago,
Han Shuhua called her, asking if she had any good friends in the education system. The two talked about the reports that had surfaced
online about a company in Lianhuai suspected of embezzling state-owned assets during its restructuring. When Fang Huijun first heard the news,
she thought it was aimed at Han Shuhua and was worried for her old classmate. After talking with Han Shuhua,
she learned it was actually targeting Fang Daming. The news had disappeared from the internet in the past two days, indicating that
Fang Daming .
What would happen if she told Fang Daming now that someone had embezzled public funds to invest in Qiao Wanrong's real estate company? How could she tell Fang Daming this? A tall, strong young man appeared in
Fang Huijun 's mind. Should she do it through Xia Zhuyi, or through that young man named Fang Yulong? Fang Huijun had been with
many men, but none had captivated her like Fang Yulong. She felt a sense of déjà vu upon their first meeting.
Unfortunately, she was past her prime, while he was young and vibrant. Even if she threw herself at him, he might not even give
her a second glance.

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