【Having weathered countless storms: Meng Yawen, a figure from the Leng family】

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the dark alley of Xue Lang, a beautiful young woman in her mid-twenties

waited anxiously at the bar, leading a boy of about four or five. Several lecherous glances pierced the crowd, making her extremely uncomfortable,

yet couldn't leave. She had to constantly comfort the trembling boy: "Don't be afraid, Yan Hun, Auntie's here,

it's alright, it's alright..."

"Meng Yawen?" a man in his thirties asked, sitting beside her. He exuded an innate

aura of dominance, his scrutinizing gaze sweeping over her and the boy.

The young woman, as if grasping at a straw, nearly burst into tears: "Are you

Mr. Xue Lang Han Xiaotian? I beg you, please take this child as your disciple."

Han Xiaotian didn't answer, but instead asked, "Are you Meng Yuhuan's sister, Meng Yawen?"

The young woman nodded, helplessly lowering her head, unable to meet the man's eyes.

Based on his long-standing friendship with Meng Yuhuan, he couldn't ignore this matter. He pulled the boy to his side and

asked, "Are you Meng Yanhun?"

The boy nodded timidly.

Han Xiaotian picked up a glass of wine, drank it in one gulp, and said calmly, "I can take in his son, but you

can't stay here. I can't tolerate the person who killed him accepting my protection. Presumably, you don't need my

protection either. Leng Juefeng forced your family to ruin because he loves you, so naturally he won't do anything to you."

"He loves me?" Meng Yawen smiled sadly, "He's completely insane... Yes, he's a madman..."

(Reminiscence)

Meng Yawen, who had no connection to the Meng family's inheritance and would never be involved in the underworld's conflicts, was fortunate enough

to study at an ordinary university like any other girl. Her only trouble was a

man named Leng Juefeng.

After attending a family banquet at her Meng family's residence, that man pursued her madly, using

every trick in the book for three months. She wasn't unmoved, but she disliked getting involved with the underworld. This was her

mother's dying wish: she had to live like a normal person, which also freed her from concerns about family marriages

.

Finally, the man, his patience exhausted, went directly to the Meng family to propose marriage. The proud and arrogant Meng Yuhuan naturally looked down on

the small Leng family. After a good scolding, worried about his sister, he forced Leng Juefeng to swear an oath, words she

still vividly remembers, words laced with madness: "Fine, I promise you'll let your sister's virginity remain

until your wedding night, but I swear on my own hair, that thing will ultimately be mine!"

If it weren't for the life-or-death bond between the Leng family elder and the Meng family elders, he probably would have been shot dead on the spot by his enraged older

brother.

After that, Leng Juefeng did indeed disappear, and her campus life seemed to return to tranquility. But this

was only the beginning of a nightmare…

The gymnasium had been abandoned for a long time, so Meng Yawen didn't understand why her boyfriend would suddenly call her

here. Simple but not naive, she couldn't help but let her thoughts drift to the man's sordid ideas,

her cheeks . She thought about the sexy lingerie she had changed into before leaving the dormitory and realized she still harbored a faint expectation.

Pushing open the door, a dusty smell hit her. She covered her nose, complaining about her boyfriend's gaze,

adjusting considering whether it would be better to go to a hotel.

Sitting vaguely in the corner was what looked like a man. She hurried over, and sure enough, it was her boyfriend.

"What's wrong? Why did you call me here again…"

Her words froze when she saw her boyfriend's face. The man in the corner had his tongue sticking out of his mouth, his eyes

bulging like a dead fish, and the pungent smell of incontinent urine assaulted her nostrils. She covered her mouth and stumbled back several steps before managing

to stand . Having been pampered since childhood, she had never witnessed such a scene of death, and for a moment, even breathing became difficult

. Just as she was about to scream, the cold sound of the door closing interrupted her. She turned around, and

that familiar figure strolled towards her step by step, as leisurely as a cat watching a mouse.

Terrified, she ran to the other side, throwing everything she could grab at the approaching Leng Juefeng

, only to be dodged with a cold laugh. She ran in circles towards the door, only to find a heavy

lock on it.

Despairingly, she collapsed in front of the lock, when suddenly her hair was pulled taut, and she was pulled into Leng Juefeng's arms. She tried to

scream, but her mouth was immediately sealed by his lips, his tongue shamelessly probing into her mouth, teasing her delicate

tongue. She kicked and punched, biting her lip hard. His tongue withdrew warily, stroking

the wound . He yanked her hair back, throwing her to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

"Futile," he uttered coldly, straddling her lower abdomen. One hand gripped her neck,

the other unbuttoned her blouse, slowly undone it while fondling her breasts.

She bent her knees against his back, scratching at his face with her hands, but her freshly manicured nails only

left a few red marks on his face, instead fueling his lust. He clamped her wrists, unbuckled

his belt, wrapped it around her head several times, and then slipped his hand between her legs as she bent her knees against him

. She hurriedly squeezed her legs together, only to find that she had only secured his hand to her genitals more firmly

.

He used his fingers, through the thin fabric, to find the hidden clitoris at the end of the warm valley, rubbing it between

two fingers. "Not bad, I can feel the lewd moisture." He teased, admiring her

flushed face. "Wearing such sexy lingerie, you're impatient, aren't you, my young lady?"

"Let me go, or my brother won't forgive you!" she cried, trying to hide her fear.

"Let me go, and I... I'll pretend nothing happened..."

He stood up, inhaling deeply with his fingers, saying with ecstasy, "So fragrant, intoxicatingly

sweet. Yawen, you really can't lie. You won't let me go, and I won't let you go. I didn't kill

that man just to smell your secretions."

Her face flushed at his last sentence, but it was immediately replaced by a deathly paleness of fear. "What... what

do you want ? You... you want to kill me..."

He bent down and picked her up, stuffing a small red pill into her mouth. Then he tossed her onto a

soft cushion that had been prepared beforehand. He grabbed her kicking ankle, licked it through her stockings, and said, "

How could I bear to kill you? I love you too much to wait."

Seizing the opportunity, she kicked at his face with her free foot, the sharp heel of her shoe sure to injure him.

Unexpectedly, he merely raised his left elbow, bracing her right knee, rendering her right leg powerless. He then

laughed and removed her shoes, tucking her delicate feet under his arms, and turned himself towards her feet.

Just as she was wondering what was going on, a sudden, intense itch on her feet made her burst into laughter. While he held her feet firmly in place

, he skillfully tickled the soles of her feet with his fingers, his cheek rubbing against her toes.

"Ha...ha...no...don't...haha...stop...stop...ha...ha...please

stop...I can't take it...anymore..." She laughed until tears streamed down her face, but the man showed no sign of stopping,

seemingly waiting for something. Her waist gradually ached and went numb, and although she was still laughing, she was already sobbing uncontrollably.

A sudden, overwhelming urge to urinate rushed into her mind. She was extremely embarrassed and hurriedly cried out, "Let go...me...

ha...ha...I need...to...the...toilet..."

Hearing this, he suddenly released his grip on her feet. She felt as if she had been granted a pardon and tried to get up,

but he grabbed her from behind again, forcing her bound hands to grip the back of his neck. He

lifted her up by her knees, like a child being helped to urinate.

"What are you doing? Let me go...please...let me go, let me go to the toilet." She vaguely guessed

the man 's intentions and begged for mercy while crying.

Ignoring her pleas, Leng Juefeng carried her straight to the corpse, whispering in her ear, "Come on, this

is your toilet..."

"No...no! What are you doing? Let go! Let me go!"

He disregarded her kicking, bracing her knees with his elbows, easily tearing her stockings and

ripping her panties, gently scraping her urethra with his fingernails. A tingling, numb sensation caused her delicate opening

to slowly open. She struggled to tighten her muscles in a final act of resistance. Sensing the tension in her buttocks,

knowing her body was nearing its end, he sneered and

gently pinched her clitoris, still hidden under her foreskin.

Pain mixed with pleasure surged through her slender waist like an electric current. She shuddered, a gush of heat gushing from her tightly closed

opening. She tried to tighten again, but was powerless to stop the spray of golden fluid.

He watched as tears streamed down her flushed face, tears of shame streaming down her cheeks. Laughing wildly, he lowered her body, letting the

golden stream of water wash over her cold corpse.

"I'm sorry... Ah Bin... I'm sorry..." she murmured, turning her head away, unable to look into her boyfriend's wide-open

eyes.

Once the water had completely stopped, he triumphantly placed her still-trembling body face down

on the cushion, arranging her in an unsightly prone position. He ripped off the last few strips of

cloth covering her lower body, crumpled them into a ball, and shoved the foul-smelling wad directly into her mouth.

She struggled futilely, crawling forward while spitting out the cloth, coughing and

screaming for help. He stood there with his arms crossed, knowing without uttering lines like "Calling won't save you," she

understood her predicament. She had already crawled to the edge of the cushion when he easily pulled her back to the center. He took the

opportunity to remove his lower garments. Turning around, she was terrified by the thick, erect penis pointing skyward, her face turning pale. She crawled forward

again .

This time, he wasn't so patient. He grabbed her waist,

flipped up her dress and top, and unhooked her bra. One hand slid down her white back, grabbing her breasts

, which were now even more prominent due to gravity, and shamelessly teasing the pink buds.

She felt a chill run down her genitals. When it was too late, she cried out, "You shameless…

you promised my brother…you despicable scoundrel…you filthy…"

"I, Leng Juefeng, may be despicable, but I will not swallow my words. I will never

do what I say…" he said firmly in her ear, lying on her back.

While she was still pondering the meaning of those words, in her confusion, she suddenly felt her buttocks being forcefully spread apart

, her humiliating petals parting to the sides. She screamed, "What...what are you doing...

let me go...you untrustworthy scoundrel...let me go...let...ah! It hurts! Pull...pull it out...please

...pull it out...no...there...no..."

An unexpected place behind her was penetrated by a hot male organ. Her intestines, never before invaded by a foreign object,

tightened in resistance, trying to force the thick penis out. The penis retreated slightly, the ridges of flesh revealing a bit of the

tender flesh inside her anus, then it thrust in with full force. She could feel the hairy texture of the man's legs at the tip of her buttocks,

his pubic hair scratching against her cleft.

Her snow-white neck arched upwards as she screamed, "No...let me go...pull it out...

it hurts! It hurts..."

The man thrust in and out with difficulty, the blood from her splitting buttocks mixed with the lubricant on his penis

flowing down her thighs. She twisted her waist and kicked her legs, trying to escape the intense pain in her back, but

how could the man's hard-won penis easily slip out? He gripped her waist, thrusting rapidly in short bursts

until her whole body ached and she lost the strength to struggle.

"You'll feel great once you get used to it," he whispered devilishly, lifting her back into

the position , allowing his penis to reach its deepest point, and began to thrust in and out with great force. His fingers also rhythmically teased her

clitoris, and as he watched it peek out, he grinned wickedly: "You masturbate often, don't you? You're very sensitive."

"No...no...you...talk nonsense..." she gasped, unconsciously letting her moan with pleasure.

Sweat soaked her long hair, which clung to her temples, creating a seductive image. Her nipples gradually

hardened , making her moans grow louder.

He lowered one of her legs, reached up and lifted the hem of her skirt, bringing it to her mouth and commanding, "Bite it."

She was somewhat confused, but instinctively obeyed, her moans turning into seductive nasal sounds. He then

lifted her and walked towards the corpse.

He stopped beside the corpse, exposing their joined genitals to her still-open eyes, and

whispered in her ear, "Come on, let your boyfriend see your lewd nature."

Her already somewhat delirious mind suddenly cleared, and she screamed, "No! Let me go...don't do this,

he's watching...he's watching me..."

"What's wrong with watching? If you scream again, I'll let you do it with him, I won't be jealous." Saying this, he thrust

a few more times, listening with satisfaction to her involuntary moans, "You're the woman for me...you can't escape."

She was too weak to say anything more, only hoping it would all end quickly. But Leng Juefeng wasn't satisfied; he

wanted to make this woman afraid to have another man in her heart. He released her body, tore off her troublesome skirt,

pushed her forward, and pressed her face against her boyfriend's stiff face, then thrust into her from behind. Her face

rubbed against her boyfriend's face with his movements, tears smearing all over his cold face.

"Remember... any man you like besides me will end up like this!" He

intensified his pace, fueled by the satisfaction of conquest, the accumulated pleasure surging forth.

Her gaze was unfocused, fixed on the distant horizon, her body trembling instinctively as she reached her first

climax. A choked moan echoed in her throat, a clear stream flowing from her vulva, mingling

with the undried blood from her buttocks and the flowing semen, creating a lewd and alluring scene.

...

She didn't remember when the man left, nor how she got home. For a

long time her memories were hazy, like something veiled in mist. She vaguely remembered that

when her elder brother angrily went to kill Leng Juefeng, that man actually came to apologize, and after examining her

back, the women of the Meng family inexplicably downplayed the matter and let it go. Her elder brother, out of respect for the elders, didn't say anything more.

A few months later, to her astonishment, her sister, Meng Shuangfeng, and Leng Juefeng fell deeply in love and

officially married at the end of the year. The eldest brother thus abandoned his plan to destroy the Leng family. Thinking he had given up on her, she became engaged to

a cadre in the organization who had always taken good care of her. On their wedding night, the groom was urgently summoned away on a mission

and never returned to see her again.

The following year, Leng Shuang was born, the head of the Leng family suddenly died, and Leng Juefeng's eldest brother died in a

shootout , naturally taking control of the Leng family. In the next four years, the Leng family rapidly grew in strength,

officially becoming an adversary of the Meng family in a struggle. The sister who had just given birth to Leng Feng disappeared without a trace. During the major reshuffle at Xue Lang, Leng Juefeng

swallowed up most of the Meng family's territory in the Black Street at an astonishing speed, becoming the sixth largest leader in the Black Street.

The eldest brother was somewhat disheartened, and the Meng family moved to America. But unexpectedly, what couldn't be avoided ultimately

couldn't be avoided . Leng Juefeng, at the cost of half the organization, obtained a kill order from "Zeus," the list

of all Meng family members in America except for her.

After her family members died one by one, she returned to her homeland with no other choice, trying her best to protect the last remaining bloodline of the Meng family.

Desperate, she disguised herself and mingled in the underworld to find the person Meng Yuhuan had told her about, the one "Zeus"

dared not easily harm—"Snow Wolf" Han Xiaotian.

(Wandering)

Stepping out of the Snow Corridor's gate, she hardened her heart, ignoring Meng Yanhun's cries behind her, and walked towards the unknown future. She

knew that, except for one place, wherever she went, she would only bring disaster.

At the alley entrance, a black sedan was parked there, and a devilish figure leaned against the car, silently watching her.

She clutched her chest, calming her racing heart, and walked over.

"You should have known long ago that I would pay any price to get you." Leng Juefeng looked at her, his eyes filled

with the same fervor as before.

She closed her eyes in anguish: "If that's the case, then why did you marry my sister? How

is she now?"

He sneered: "As a substitute, she received the treatment she deserved. She died last year, and her two

sons need someone to take care of them. I really hope their stepmother will be their family. You don't mind, do you?"

He smiled and took out a ring, the diamond on it gleaming like the Grim Reaper's scythe. He stood in the middle of the T-

junction , waiting for her response.

Did this man understand what love was? She asked herself, but had no answer. The blurry faces of her two nephews

floated in her mind, dragging the scales of her heart toward hell. She reached out her hand, resignedly giving it to the waiting

man. Leng Juefeng kissed the back of her hand with ecstatic joy and slipped the ring onto her finger. Her

life was now bound...

(The Abyss)

The splendor of the wedding was enough to be talked about in the Black Street for nearly a hundred years. The bride's face was hidden in the shadow of the wedding dress, hazy and indistinct.

Leng Shuang attended the wedding as a flower girl, showing no reaction to this stepmother, neither joy nor

hostility. Han Xiaotian sat among the guests, looking at her with pity. Meng Yanhun

never appeared. The matriarch of the Leng family was now settled...

She sat in the bridal chamber, anxiously awaiting the arrival of her husband, Leng Juefeng. The painful scene from six years ago resurfaced

in her mind. She didn't know if her fragile nerves could wait until it was all over.

"You're finally mine..." He stumbled into the room, reeking of alcohol, and buried his face in her

arms, murmuring, "I'd do anything for you... just for you..."

Her fingers traced his tight Adam's apple, and her lips pressed against his. With just a gentle bite, all the grudges and resentments

would end. She sighed, not even understanding what she was thinking.

She struggled to lift him onto the bed, took off his shoes, and just stared at him blankly until weariness dragged

her into sleep. Half-asleep, she unconsciously murmured, "Actually, you didn't have to do this..."

In the middle of the night, something seemed to caress her face. She opened her eyes and vaguely saw Leng Juefeng staring intently

at her, saying, "I've finally waited for this day."

She thought of her brother's face, a pang of heartache shot through her, and she coldly closed her eyes. The man, accustomed to her indifference, began to act

on his own . He removed her nightgown; knowing this would happen, she hadn't worn underwear. Her ivory

-white body lay before him.

He gently kissed her inch by inch, nibbling at her delicate skin, leaving marks: "This is mine

, all mine."

"I love you," he said solemnly, "I love you to the point of madness."

He didn't care about her tears; he only wanted to possess her on this night that belonged to them.

Her legs were spread open, and his lips kissed her petals, awakening all the dormant

memories of pleasure in her mind. She gasped, trying to suppress her cries. He smiled wickedly, tugging at one of her pubic hairs, and

with a gentle tug, she instinctively cried out in pain. But the next moment, his tongue was licking her clitoris, and her mouth, unable to

close in time let out soft moans. Her hands unconsciously rested on the back of the man's head, as if pleading for even greater

pleasure.

Knowing she was aroused, Leng Juefeng carefully slipped his fingers into her honeyed depths. Unexpectedly,

something that should have been there was nowhere to be found. He narrowed his eyes dangerously, looking at her, and asked, "What happened

? You shouldn't have another man?"

She actually laughed, a captivating laugh: "To see if you would cut off your own head, I destroyed

my virginity with my own hands, on the day you and my sister got married."

"Why?...Why!" He looked at her, but immediately smiled again, "Do you think this

will make me lose interest in you? Do you naively think I married you just for that vow?"

Her eyes widened, not understanding the storm brewing in his eyes.

"That's even better," he smiled casually, raising her legs and arching her body into an

awkward position, "I don't need to worry about being gentle or not, you will absolutely not have any so-called 'first night

aftereffects'."

He inserted a hand into her honeyed depths, thrusting rapidly in and out. She couldn't suppress a moan, a warm current surging from deep within her lower

abdomen .

"Why? Am I really that wanton?" she wondered, feeling helpless and

sorrowful .

He smiled smugly and added two fingers. She opened her eyes, watching the two fingers

move in and out between her petals. A few drops of clear fluid from the thick knuckles flew to her lips, bringing a cool sensation.

She unconsciously licked away the wetness with her tongue, a single action that ignited

a raging fire in Leng Juefeng's eyes. He pressed her down hard and entered her deeply.

She let out a long moan, a satisfied sigh. The swelling sensation inside her made her feel inexplicably

full, a feeling far more intense than the occasional pleasure she felt from the water in the shower. She gasped and clung to

the man's neck, pleading, "Gently... gently, I... can't take it..."

He smiled wickedly, instead increasing his speed, the juices from the flesh and the pink petals turning open

creating lewd sounds.

Her arms tightened around him, each powerful thrust feeling like a blow to her heart, almost

killing her in the throes of passion: "No... slower... don't... I... I..." She didn't know what to say anymore

, only meaningless words escaping from her crimson lips.

"Come on... let's do it together..."

"No... no!" she cried out, her whole body trembling in ecstasy, her tight vaginal walls greedily

sucking up the last drop of fluid from his penis.

"Saying one thing and meaning another," Leng Juefeng muttered before drifting off to sleep.

She touched the undried tear tracks on her face, feeling the lingering heat. She touched her lower abdomen; could

she really bear this man's child? A sudden chill ran through her. In the night sky, her brother's cold gaze

seemed to be silently rebuking her…

(The End)

“I’m sorry, we’ve done our best.” The kidnapped gynecological authority wiped the sweat from his face and addressed the enraged man

before him . “It was your wife’s insistence, and given the truly critical situation, we could only save the children.

Both children are fine, but the mother…”

“Bastard!” Leng Juefeng roared, pulling out his gun. “I told you to save the mother, or you’ll lose your life!

Don’t you understand?”

Another authority, facing the same fate, tried to persuade the man before him: “Your wife suffered postpartum hemorrhage,

and with the placenta in a breech position, we were truly powerless. You should go see your wife one last time.”

He gasped and pulled the trigger: “I’ll have you all die with me!”

He tossed the body to his men to clean up, and the nurses in the room were thrown out before they could even react. He knelt beside

her bed, roaring, "Meng Yawen! You come back to life! If you dare to die, I'll have Meng Yanhun killed right now

! Every time you've given in to me for him, this is the last time. Come back to life... I want you to come back to life,

do you hear me?!"

She weakly opened her mouth and said, "Juefeng... take care... of... the child. Xingwen... Xingya...

I'm leaving it to... you..." Her hand weakly grasped his, barely managing a squeeze, "Brother... I...

I'm sorry... I... can't... hate... Yuan... me..." Her voice grew softer and softer, finally

settling into stillness with her breathing.

He stared at her blankly, smiling strangely, "Yawen... in the end... you still left me. Even in

death... you refused to say... you loved me..."

(Postscript)

The Leng family reached its zenith under Leng Juefeng's rule, only to fall back to mediocrity under his care. No one could have

imagined that all of this was for a woman, a woman who never said she loved him until her death.

Meng Yawen, all the madness and twisted nature of the Leng family began with her, but it will not end with her. Her

death is merely the beginning of another...

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