【Urban Fragrance Records】(Revised Edition) (171-200) Author: Lin Gege

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Chapter 171

Meng Jingyun dialed Chen Tong's cell phone, but the other party didn't answer for a long time. Meng Jingyun was a little puzzled, so
he dialed again, and it rang again, but the other party still didn't answer.

Just as Meng Jingyun was about to hang up in disappointment, a voice came from the phone, "Hello! Who is this?"

Overjoyed, Meng Jingyun immediately answered the phone with a smile, "Sister Chen, it's me! Why did it take you so long to
answer the phone?"

"Heh! It's you, young man."

Chen Tong seemed surprised and chuckled, "I was taking a shower and didn't hear you, sorry. By the way, have you
checked in ?"

Chen Tong asked in return.

"Yes, I have."

Hearing that Chen Tong had already finished showering, Meng Jingyun couldn't help but feel disappointed. After showering, she naturally wouldn't
come out , and tonight's romantic encounter was still a disappointment.

"Is there anything I can help you with?"

"Nothing much, just calling to thank you."

"Hehe, no need for thanks. Just come and patronize my business more often. If there's nothing else, I'll hang up now.
I'm so sleepy, ah!"

Chen Tong yawned as she spoke.

"Sister Chen—"

Just as Chen Tong was about to hang up, Meng Jingyun hurriedly said, "Do you remember what we were talking about earlier?"

"..."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line. "The young man was talking about a massage, right?"

"Yes, since I've already made arrangements with Sister Chen, I'll—of course, if you're too tired,
I won't bother you. I just wanted to apologize; my friend deliberately made things difficult for me, and there was nothing I could do."

"Hehe! You're apologizing? I feel embarrassed. Well, I was the one who lied first, it's nothing,
it's all in the past."

Changing the subject, Chen Tong laughed, "Vienna is an international chain hotel; you can find plenty of massage girls
there, why bother with me?"

Hearing this, Meng Jingyun knew there was still a chance, and laughed, "Aren't we friends already? Since there's
money to , I naturally can't let others have it. Besides,
it's pointless to have a stranger massage me. What do you think, Sister Chen? If I haven't disturbed your rest, I hope you'll come and give me
a massage."

"I see!"

Meng Jingyun sensed the difficulty in her voice. "Sister Chen, is there a problem?"

"..."

Chen Tong seemed to be struggling with her words, and after a long while, she said softly, "There is indeed a problem."

"...May I ask what the problem is?"

At the end, Meng Jingyun hurriedly explained, "I didn't mean anything by it. If Sister Chen doesn't want to say,
I can't force her, it's just—"

By the end, Meng Jingyun didn't know what to say and became somewhat incoherent.

For a moment, both fell silent. "Sister Chen, are you still there?"

"Young man, to be honest, I've never given a massage to any man other than my husband.
It just so happens that you had this need tonight, so I decided to do this business. Although it's nothing,
it wouldn't be good if my husband saw it, so I need to avoid being seen. If you had stayed at my shop earlier, we could have stayed on the same
floor would have been convenient for me to visit you without my husband seeing. But now that you're staying in Vienna, my husband
is downstairs on night watch. If I go out again, he'll definitely become suspicious. So, it's really inconvenient. Why don't you find a massage girl at
the hotel to give you a massage? Their skills are definitely top-notch."

Actually, Chen Tong also wanted to get to know Meng Jingyun. When she heard Shen Rong say that Meng Jingyun was the son of some big conglomerate, she figured he
must be rich. If she got to know someone like that, he might be able
to help her .

"How about I stay at your hotel, sister? That way your husband won't suspect anything!"

Meng Jingyun blurted out. However, he didn't think it through. While his words might stop Chen Tong's husband from
suspecting anything, they certainly aroused Chen Tong's suspicion.

The previous phone call was just polite talk, but now he was going to stay at
her hotel in Vienna just to get her to give him a massage. He wasn't going to keep it a secret; his real intentions were clearly

not what they seemed! Chen Tong, on the other end of the phone, was already feeling hot and her heart was pounding. She wondered if this handsome young man
had taken a liking to her, a middle-aged woman who was old enough to be Meng Jingyun's mother.

The thought of this relationship made Chen Tong feel restless and aroused.
She imagined this handsome young man being about the same age as her son, and what would happen if she gave him a massage— "Sister Chen, are you listening?"

Meng Jingyun asked softly. "Sister Chen…"

"Okay, come over! *Bang!*"

The phone was hung up.

Meng Jingyun smiled wryly, holding her phone. After sitting silently for a while, she got up and left the room. She walked out of the hotel,
turned a corner , and walked to a side path shaded by camphor trees. She lit a cigarette and, through the gaps in the branches,
glanced at the bloated middle-aged man sitting behind the counter at the top of the stairs.

She strode over. "A room?"

The man looked up immediately upon seeing Meng Jingyun, forcing a smile.

"Yes!"

Meng Jingyun looked closer and saw he was watching a horror movie. "A deluxe air-conditioned room."

"120, 302."

Meng Jingyun took the key, glanced back at the man before going upstairs, and shook her head with a smile.

Upon entering the room, Meng Jingyun immediately made a phone call. "I understand. Take a shower first, I'll be right there."

Meng Jingyun quickly showered, wearing nothing underneath except a towel, and was lying on the sofa smoking and
watching TV when a knock sounded at the door. Meng Jingyun extinguished her cigarette, rubbed her hands together, and immediately went to open the door.
A sweet fragrance wafted out. "Sister Chen!"

The woman outside was now dressed in a formal outfit—a black short-sleeved dress that, even
standing, only covered half of her thighs. Below, her long, shapely legs were
encased in grey stockings, and on her feet, black high-heeled slippers.

The beautiful woman before her had long, black hair cascading over her left shoulder. The neckline of her dress
was triangular , and her snow-white neck, like pure white snow, was translucent and shimmering. A hint of lace...
What came into Meng Jingyun's view was breathtaking.

A stunning curve, with a smooth, fragrant, and tender cleavage in the middle—the perfect arc, the
seamless transition, was simply too beautiful.

Although her full face wasn't yet visible, even a glimpse was intoxicating. Her breasts, high and firm like
mountain peaks , rose and fell with her breath, like ripe cherries about to burst forth.

A leopard-print leather belt with floral patterns cinched her waist, exuding a wild charm. Her lower abdomen was slightly protruding, revealing the
fullness of . Although her buttocks weren't fully visible from the front, the curve
of her waist alone suggested that her rear would be full, round, plump, firm, and perky.

Meng Jingyun truly hadn't expected Chen Tong to come here so late at night, dressed like this—she really understood his
desires!

"Boss Meng, aren't you going to let me in?"

Although Chen Tong was secretly pleased to be looked at by such a handsome young man, she was also feeling a little embarrassed,
especially seeing the man in front of her wearing a turban around his waist, revealing his muscular, strong physique. His rugged,
bronze skin was smooth and glistening with moisture.

A strong masculine aura instantly filled all her senses; it felt as if she had already been overwhelmed
by his warm, broad chest. She couldn't control herself, and when she caught a glimpse of the bulge in the turban's crotch, her face
flushed, so she had no choice but to speak up.

"Hehe..."

Meng Jingyun chuckled, revealing her pearly white teeth. Seeing the beauty's reproachful expression, she immediately apologized, "
Sister is just too beautiful, I can't help myself, I can't control myself, please come in!"

With a laugh, Meng Jingyun turned to let Chen Tong into the house. As they passed each other, whether intentionally or not
, her slightly erect member accidentally brushed against the back of Chen Tong's hand.

The beautiful woman instantly sensed what it was, her face flushing crimson, as red as the evening glow. She clenched
her fingers, and as Meng Jingyun closed the door, the soft sound was like a heart pounding.

Thump! Thump! Thump! ...

"Sister Chen, would you like to rest for a bit?"

Meng Jingyun asked, turning around.

"Uh! No need, let's begin!"

Chen Tong scratched her hair, trying to calm her agitated heart.

"Tell me, what should I do?"

Chen Tong looked around. "There's no professional equipment here, so you'll have to make do! We'll start by massaging your head
. Lie down on the bed and put your head at the foot of the bed."

Meng Jingyun did as she was told, lying on the bed. Chen Tong brought over a plastic stool and sat down at the foot of the window. "You
'd better close your eyes."

"Okay!"

Meng Jingyun clearly felt the delicate, fragrant breath exhaled by the beautiful woman as she held her breath, brushing against his face. He thought to himself that Chen
Tong must have reached the point where his crotch was erect. It wasn't obvious when he was standing, but now, lying on the bed, it was
quite a proud and erect erection.

Although he couldn't see its true appearance, just by looking at its shape, Chen Tong could imagine the magnificent
form of his dragon.

Chen Tong's slender hands were already on Meng Jingyun's head, massaging it. The delicate, skin-to-skin contact
gave Meng Jingyun a strange allure, spreading to every limb and every cell of his body.

Slowly, Meng Jingyun's steely body was almost melted by the beautiful woman's skillful hands,
his "iron manhood" drooping lazily, tingling, and numb, especially when her fingertips brushed against
his nose.

A delicate fragrance filled Meng Jingyun's lungs, a refreshing intoxication like a blissful dream.

Seeing Meng Jingyun's relaxed expression and comfortable smile, Chen Tong was also very happy, especially
seeing his "weapon" sheathed, easing the awkward atmosphere. "Was it comfortable?"

She was very confident in her skills, but even the best technique depends on the person. Her
husband was not only overweight but also incredibly fleshy. Facing such a fat pig, even the best technique was useless; she
couldn't find any acupoints, and massaging him was exhausting. Therefore, she hadn't massaged her husband in a long time
—it was a thankless task.

"So comfortable!"

Meng Jingyun hummed softly, her eyes slightly opening. "I'm so glad Sister Chen didn't reject
me on the phone, otherwise I wouldn't have enjoyed such attentive service."

"Hehe! I'm only doing this for the money, you think it's free?"

Chen Tong glared at Meng Jingyun.

"It's not free, Sister Chen, name your price, I won't say a word."

"Really?"

"Don't stop!"

Chen Tong pursed her lips, "I'll name my price, you won't go back on your word?"

"Hehe, go ahead."

"One hundred a hour."

"Hehe..."

"What are you laughing at?"

Chen Tong said angrily.

"N-nothing, a massage outside costs at most thirty or forty for an hour, but you want to charge one hundred."

"Hmph, you promised you wouldn't go back on your word."

Chen Tong pressed on Meng Jingyun's brow and began to massage.

"I won't go back on my word, but Sister Chen, you have to give me a reason. Others only charge thirty or forty, why are you charging
a hundred ? Is there any difference?"

"Our statuses are different. They're professional massage therapists, I'm—I'm a respectable woman, that's why it's different."

"Okay, a hundred it is. Then I'll pay a thousand, you can massage me all night! That would be quite
comfortable."

Hearing this, Chen Tong was both embarrassed and angry. "Massage me all night? You want to exhaust me to death? I can only
massage have to open the shop tomorrow, I can't sacrifice my big money for your small amount."

"Oh! A little harder."

"Your muscles are so tense, I don't have any strength

left. Relax." Chen Tong had already started massaging Meng Jingyun's neck and shoulders. "You're already
exhausted massaging!"

Meng Jingyun teased.

"You must work out often, your muscles are too hard."

"Hehe, too hard, why don't you just soften them with your delicate hands?"

Meng Jingyun laughed with a double meaning.

Chen Tong didn't dare to reply. At this moment, she was already stroking Meng Jingyun's strong chest, and in doing so, her
entire chest and full breasts would be pressed against Meng Jingyun's face.

Huff! Meng Jingyun took a deep breath, inhaling the fleshy fragrance emanating from the jade-like breasts' collar. His eyes snapped open, and
the white cleavage was right before him, swaying so powerfully. He could even feel
the fleeting, pulsating sensation of the nipples brushing against his nose through the layers of fabric.

Meng Jingyun greedily inhaled, and his manhood instantly hardened.

At this, Chen Tong noticed, looked down, and found herself staring directly at Meng Jingyun. Embarrassed
, she looked away, got up, took off her shoes, and knelt on the bed. She took one of Meng Jingyun's arms and
began massaging her thigh, which was covered in stockings.

"Sister Chen, how much do you earn selling tea in a day?"

"Two or three thousand, I guess!"

"That's good business!"

"After deducting rent, labor costs, and all other expenses, I don't make much."

"Then how about I give you five thousand?"

"Why!"

Chen Tong looked into Meng Jingyun's eyes.

"Give me a massage all night, and you can forget about opening your shop tomorrow."

"Five thousand!"

Chen Tong's heart was already pounding. She gripped Meng Jingyun's wrists with both hands, her mind racing, completely unaware that
his hand was already caressing her stockinged thighs, gently teasing her.

"Still not enough!"

Chen Tong shook her head.

"Why not? You think it's too little? Then ten thousand."

Meng Jingyun thought, "I have plenty of money, I'm not afraid you won't be tempted." Actually, with his methods, getting this
respectable woman who had already slept with him would be a piece of cake, but he wanted to treat it like a game.
The night was long; without playing around, how could it be romantic?

Money? He wasn't short of it.

**

Chapter 172

Money! Meng Jingyun wasn't short of it. Although he didn't have much in his own pocket or in the bank, Meng Jingyun never worried about
running out of money. With his skills, he could have any amount he wanted.

Of course, he wasn't going to rob anyone; if he were to rob someone, it would be a double-cross.

Meng Jingyun never took any of the money earned from Gold Coast. Instead, he used it to support his subordinates. The hotel was self-sufficient, and
any surplus was saved in a separate account. In the underworld, death was inevitable, and those who died needed
compensation .

Therefore, Meng Jingyun never misappropriated the money from Gold Coast.

Previously, his sister, Meng Qing, would deposit 5,000 yuan into his account every month for allowance.
At 5,000 yuan , Meng Jingyun received the lowest allowance among the rich second-generation heirs.

This 5,000 yuan was far from enough for him, which is why he asked Zhuo Bufan for more.

Of course, his wealth didn't stop there. When he was fifteen, Meng Huai Ren transferred 3% of
the shares his name, which would generate annual dividends of around 10 million to 18 million yuan. However, this money was still
managed by his sister, Meng Qing.

Firstly, Meng Jingyun was a bad kid back then, and although he still is now, she
ostensibly prevented him from spending money recklessly, but Meng Qing maintained complete control over the finances.

Meng Jingyun didn't check if his sister had transferred any more money to his card. He wasn't short of cash.
Forty-five million, though he'd already spent almost all of it, had bought him two shares in the Yangtze Group, a
forty percent stake in Shi Yan's restaurant, and He Xiulan's company, which wasn't even open yet, but needless to say, that
woman was his, and all the money she earned would be his.

Then there was Chen Hong, a woman worth five hundred million. She'd offered him thirty percent of Rainbow Group's shares
, but he hadn't accepted them. If he asked for money, a few million would be a piece of cake.

But Meng Jingyun didn't want to ask. He was a grown man, capable of earning his own money; why should he ask
a woman ? His wealth was his own. Even if he didn't have much now, he was confident that if he wanted more,
it was only a matter of time.

"Ten thousand!"

This number, upon reaching Chen Tong's ears, was like a thunderclap, leaving her dizzy.
She thought to herself that this young man in front of her really was a young master from a large conglomerate, asking for ten thousand right off the bat.

Ten thousand yuan for a massage for one night was truly astonishing to her. In truth, Chen Tong knew perfectly well that
the ten thousand yuan wasn't for the massage itself. Although it wasn't explicitly stated, she understood what Meng Jingyun meant.

"What, you think ten thousand isn't enough?"

Meng Jingyun said, rubbing her five fingers against Chen Tong's thighs, which were encased in shimmering stockings, while
watching her dazed expression and speechless mouth.

Chen Tong, of course, sensed Meng Jingyun's intentional or unintentional teasing, but pretended not to notice. "Young man,
it's not that I think the money is too little, it's just that I can't earn this kind of money from you."

"Oh!"

Meng Jingyun pursed his lips, thinking to himself, this middle-aged beauty is quite determined. But Chen Tong then explained,
"You know I'm doing this massage behind my husband's back. If I massage you all night, I'll be too tired
to get out of bed tomorrow, and he'll definitely find out something's wrong. So I can't earn this money; it would arouse his suspicion.

" "I see!"

Meng Jingyun smiled, thinking that this woman wasn't unwilling, but rather afraid of arousing her husband's suspicion, afraid of being too exhausted to get out of
bed.

"Okay then, you can massage me for two hours!"

"Hey!"

Chen Tong nodded with a smile, "We agreed on a hundred for an hour."

"Work harder, I see you don't earn money easily, I'll give you a thousand for an hour."

"What!"

"Don't be silly, massage harder, I've set such a high price, you have to use all your skills,
if I'm satisfied, I'll give you a reward."

"Okay, don't worry, I guarantee you'll feel comfortable."

Chen Tong smiled happily, she grabbed Meng Jingyun's hand and began to knead it vigorously, Meng Jingyun closed
his eyes again, quietly enjoying the service of this middle-aged, charming beauty.

At this moment, Chen Tong was very happy, she never dreamed that she would have such a big fortune tonight,
a thousand for an hour, two hours is two thousand, this is pure profit, it only takes some effort, consider
it a weight loss.

A smug smile hung on her lips.

To be honest, Chen Tong still didn't want to betray her husband, now she could not lose her virginity and make money at the same time,
a win-win deal.

Hearing bursts of laughter, Meng Jingyun squinted and said, "Don't just laugh, hurry up and put in the effort! If..."
"I'm not satisfied. Not only will there be no reward, but the price will also be lowered. Don't try to fool me; my money isn't easy to earn."

"Oh!"

Upon hearing this, Chen Tong hesitated again. What did Meng Jingyun mean by that? Wasn't it up to him whether she
was or not? She was vaguely worried that

Meng Jingyun was just teasing her. After pressing her hands, it was time to start massaging her stomach. Meng Jingyun put her hands under her head, closed her eyes, and enjoyed
the caresses of her delicate hands on his firm chest, humming softly in comfort, especially when those smooth, white
fingers brushed against her nipples.

That electric-like pleasure was like an electric current flowing through her body, millions of pores opening, and her whole body trembled
. Even without thinking of those erotic scenes, her little brother naturally
became .

"Hmm!"

Meng Jingyun licked his lips. "Sister Chen, your little hands are so smooth; it feels so good."

Hehe! Chen Tong covered her mouth and chuckled, "You said it so well, don't try to find an excuse to deduct my
wages . It's not easy for us poor people to earn money."

"Hehe!"

Meng Jingyun smiled, not opening his eyes, and teased, "Look at what you're saying, I'm not a skinflint, why
would I deduct your wages for no reason? As long as you work hard, I can see it."

As he spoke, the atmosphere became less awkward. Even when Chen Tong saw Meng Jingyun's erection again, she didn't
feel so embarrassed anymore. This was a normal reaction for a man. If there was no reaction at all, wouldn't that mean she
had no charm?

The stronger the reaction, the more it proved her feminine charm.

Thinking that as long as she didn't want to, this handsome young man wouldn't dare to force her, Chen Tong
felt even more at ease. "That's what you say, but whether you're satisfied or not is just your opinion. How am I supposed to know if you're
truly satisfied or just pretending?"

"Hehe, Sister Chen, of course I know."

"Know what? You're quite the enigma; I can't tell."

"If I can't tell from your face, can't I tell from your lower body?"

Meng Jingyun chuckled, "A man's physical reactions are all down there. That thing can't be controlled, and it can't be
faked, don't you think?"

"Pah!"

Chen Tong immediately spat at Meng Jingyun. Although she was an experienced woman
, she couldn't accept being teased by a handsome young man the same age as her son. So, she said in a mature tone, "So young, yet so full
of bad intentions."

"Sister, you're wronged! I'm just telling the truth. Besides, how can you say anything bad?
Although young, I'm mature in every way. I know what I should know. We're both adults,
don't you think?"

Chen Tong didn't reply, but she remembered Meng Jingyun's words. As long as his
thing , it would be comfortable to massage him. In that case, wasn't she just asking her to arouse Meng Jingyun's sensitive areas?

"Forget it! Anyway, I'm the one massaging him, not myself, so why care where I massage him!"

Chen Tong told herself. She might as well do as Meng Jingyun wanted and make him comfortable, then Meng
Jingyun would have nothing to say.

So Chen Tong said, "That headscarf around your waist is a bit of a nuisance, why don't you take it off so I can get a better
feel for you ?"

"Oh!"

Meng Jingyun was surprised, but said coyly, "Wouldn't that be inappropriate? I'm not wearing anything underneath."

"Hmph! Still pretending with me."

Chen Tong said indifferently, "I've seen it all, I'm an experienced woman."

"Alright then!"

Meng Jingyun straightened his back, peeled off the headscarf and pulled it out. He noticed the surprised look in Chen Tong's eyes for a moment.
"You've got quite the figure!"

Chen Tong teased.

"Hehe!"

Meng Jingyun chuckled.

Chen Tong's gaze finally left Meng Jingyun's thick dragon spear after a long time. Her slender hands began to massage Meng Jingyun's
abdomen, then slowly moved down, carefully avoiding the key areas, kneading along his thighs little by little, repeating this
in circles . Occasionally, she would pretend to accidentally touch Meng Jingyun's dragon root, and each time, Meng Jingyun
would moan in response.

As a married woman, Chen Tong naturally knew how to please a man. She wasn't an expert in flirting, but she knew a thing or
two, especially when massaging sensitive areas. To arouse a man's greatest desire, she knew that being direct wasn't as effective as being
aloof. The more he wanted something, the less it felt right, but she couldn't always play hard
to .

This was how she ignited his desire, hooking a chord within him. Once he was touched, he'd crave
it again, and she had to keep him on the edge of his seat. The tension couldn't be too long, or it would fade; nor could it be
too short, or it wouldn't be stimulating.

It was all about striking the right balance.

At this moment, Chen Tong had indeed captivated Meng Jingyun. He closed his eyes, enjoying the moment, constantly anticipating it.
In this way , Chen Tong had ignited a fire within him.

Chen Tong was secretly alarmed. She rested her head on Meng Jingyun's lower body, watching his weapon
slowly swell. The sight almost brought tears to her eyes, and the intense masculine aura emanating from him
made her heart pound like ants.

Meng Jingyun squinted, his gaze fixed on Chen Tong's slightly upturned, plump buttocks. She turned and pressed her
thighs against Meng Jingyun's, her long, shapely legs in stockings kneeling beside him, her delicate, white
feet resting on her buttocks.

Her waist bent, naturally raising her round, fleshy buttocks.

Her thin skirt rode up, revealing her thighs. Only then did Meng Jingyun realize that this
woman was wearing pantyhose. The sight was incredibly alluring, utterly tempting!

However, Meng Jingyun restrained himself with immense self-control.

"Sister, this massage is too tiring. Why don't you sit on me?"

"Sit on you?"

Chen Tong was speechless, but she knew what Meng Jingyun was up to.

"Yes, if you sit on me, the massage won't be tiring. Look, you're sweating."

Meng Jingyun laughed.

"Really?"

Only then did Chen Tong realize that her forehead was indeed sweating, though...
It didn't take much effort, but while Meng Jingyun was suffering, Chen Tong was also suffering mentally, especially
when her gaze was focused, her breathing became uncontrollably rapid.

"It's really tiring, hehe."

"Let me wipe you down!"

Meng Jingyun handed over the towel she had used to wrap herself. Chen Tong didn't mind and wiped herself
a few times. "Sister, sitting on you won't be too heavy for you, will it?"

"No, Sister Chen, you're so slender and delicate, how could I, a grown man, be afraid of you pressing down
on me?"

"...Okay then!"

Chen Tong didn't know why she agreed to Meng Jingyun's request. Perhaps deep down, she also wanted to
take this opportunity to enjoy a strange kind of stimulation.

"Shall I massage your back?"

Chen Tong was still a little shy.

Meng Jingyun saw through her thoughts, nodded, and turned to lie on the bed. Chen Tong
felt , and plopped down on Meng Jingyun's waist. "Won't hurt your 'treasure'?"

"Hehe! It's fine, it's made of iron, it won't break, it can even hold a few bricks."

Their conversation became increasingly explicit. "You're just bragging!"

Chen Tong chuckled.

"Sister doesn't believe me?"

"You think your thing is really made of iron, holding bricks, a donkey's treasure! Hehe..."

"Hehe, sister saw it too, my endowment is not something ordinary men can compare to, you have to
admit that, right?"

"Yes!"

Chen Tong admitted this.

"Sister! Let me ask you, how does it compare to your man?"

"You're asking for it, no manners, asking such a question."

As soon as she finished speaking, Chen Tong's hand landed sweetly on Meng Jingyun's shoulder, giving her a playful glare.

Although he couldn't see Chen Tong's expression, he could tell from her tone that she wasn't angry. Meng Jingyun continued jokingly
, "Since there's nothing else, just say it."

"Your big one is fine!"

"So, do you like it or not?"

*Slap!* As soon as Meng Jingyun finished speaking, a slap landed on his back. "Ouch! Sister, you
really have the guts."

"If you talk nonsense again, I'll hit you."

"Hehe, being served by a beauty's jade hand is a pleasure! I'm more than willing."

Meng Jingyun laughed shamelessly.

"Pah!"

Chen Tong blushed, but her smile widened. "If you want to be hit, keep talking, hmph!"

"I dare not say anymore, I'm afraid of you."

"Hmph!"

"Sister, tell me the truth, have you ever thought about anything happening between us?"

Chen Tong paused in her grip on Meng Jingyun's shoulder. "That's what you're really thinking, isn't it? I don't
have such dirty thoughts as you. I just want to make my money."

"Then don't you want to make more money?"

"What kind of person do you take me for? I don't do that kind of thing!"

Chen Tong pinched Meng Jingyun. "If you say that again, I'll get angry."

"That's not what I meant. I just saw that you work hard and your son is studying abroad and needs money, so I wanted
to help you! To be honest, I fell in love with you the moment I saw you. If you're willing, I can
help you."

"Hmph!"

Chen Tong didn't say anything. Meng Jingyun's hand then gradually moved to Chen Tong's silk-stockinged feet. The latter flinched
, but seeing that she couldn't break free, she let Meng Jingyun hold her, the massage pressure not loosening at all.

"Sister's feet smell so good."

"Pervert!"

***

Chapter 173

Although Chen Tong's words were disdainful, she was secretly delighted. She was forty years old today, but she was born into
a good family and had never suffered much hardship. After getting married, although her family wasn't extremely wealthy, she lived a comfortable
life.

Moreover, she took good care of herself, so her figure didn't change after having children. In fact, as she approached forty,
her figure became even more rounded and voluptuous. She often drank tea, lived in an elegant environment, and breathed fresh
air, cultivating a noble temperament and virtuous and refined talent.

As a result, her already rare beauty became even more radiant. The older she got, the more
sexy , with delicate lotus feet, round and slender jade legs, round and perky buttocks, a plump waist, full and delicate breasts,
and a fair face.

Every inch of her body exuded a sensual, moist aura, like a tempting peach; once
the skin is peeled away, it will surely be supple and alluring, a delicate beauty.

But this beautiful woman was married to a man whose penis was thin and short, like a little finger, truly tormenting
her. Thus, a cloud of sorrow hung between her brows. Unexpectedly

, today, while massaging a handsome young man, she encountered such a large, thick penis. The sight made
her ears burn, her heart race, her excitement bloom, and she couldn't help but feel boundless shyness.

She wanted to rebuke him, but was bound by morality and ethics.

At this moment, she saw Meng Jingyun holding one of her silk-stockinged feet in front of him, admiring it, feeling his
warm breath on her instep. In an instant, she felt a mixture of pleasure, anger, and shame.

She wanted to rebuke him but feared losing him; if she didn't, she would appear too wanton. Torn

between these two dilemmas, she was truly tormented.

After a final struggle, she finally gave in to him, channeling her tension and insecurity into strength, and squeezed
Meng Jingyun's shoulders.

"Sister's feet are so beautifully maintained, flawlessly white, as tender as a newborn baby's ear, as delicate as scallions, as smooth as
jade , as graceful as flower buds, and shaped like golden lotuses."

Meng Jingyun fondled Chen Tong's feet, turning them over and over, and before she could speak, he continued,
"And these toes, though covered in stockings, are white with a hint of pink, like cicada wings, pink and
shy Although the nail polish isn't painted, they're still so beautiful, so beautiful that I can't help but kiss them."

As soon as he finished speaking, Meng Jingyun kissed them with his lips. Chen Tong shuddered, as if an electric current had passed through her body,
and then felt several of her toes being enveloped by Meng Jingyun's warm mouth, each one being licked. This electric current strongly
stimulated her genitals. She

tossed her jade-like neck, her long hair flying in the air, her delicate face flushed, and let out a long groan, her feet straightening.

"Is my sister feeling good?"

"...Little brother, what are you doing?"

"What do you think!"

Meng Jingyun chuckled, "Now it's my turn to massage you."

He thrust his hips forward, flipping Chen Tong over and pinning her beneath him, combing her hair. "Does sister
not want to ?"

"What…"

"You have to agree, even if you don't."

Meng Jingyun smiled. "Once you're in my bed, you can't leave."

"You want to rape me."

"What are you saying, sister? I just want to seduce you."

As he spoke, Meng Jingyun kissed Chen Tong's hot lips, their tongues entwining in a passionate embrace. Chen Tong
was like meat on a chopping board, at Meng Jingyun's mercy. Although she still had reservations, she had no choice.

"Ah… what are you doing…"

Chen Tong dodged his lips, expelling his tongue and resisting his advances.

"Hehe, don't you know, sister…"

How could Meng Jingyun not know what this woman was thinking? She had already tacitly consented to his advances;
her resistance now was merely a facade of modesty.

"Sister, you've never been to me...hehe." The two rolled around on the bed, Meng Jingyun using both hands.
"Ah! Don't pull that, I'm not your sister, don't..."

"Don't what, sister? Don't you want to?"

With a powerful thrust, Meng Jingyun pressed the mature woman Chen Tong in stockings tightly onto the bed, rubbing his large penis
against her smooth thighs, sucking on her slippery tongue in his mouth, while his large hands
kneaded her full breasts. Although they were covered in fabric, the feel was still amazing. The swollen mounds filled his palms,
like two big, plump buns.

"Mmm!...Ah! No...not too hard, it hurts..."

Chen Tong struggled symbolically for a few moments, but seeing that she couldn't break free, she could only let Meng Jingyun
bully . "Mmm! Tsk tsk, sister's tongue is so smooth, so fragrant, so sexy..."

"Don't say that...ah." Meng Jingyun rolled off the bed. "Sister, can you put on your high heels?"

Without waiting for Chen Tong's reply, she put the high heels on her feet, which were covered in black stockings.

"You little pervert!"

Chen Tong glared at Meng Jingyun. "I can do it myself."

"Hehe!"

"What do you want to do, ah!"

After helping Chen Tong put on her high heels, Meng Jingyun picked her up and carried her off the bed. He pressed her against
the wall, and the two embraced and kissed, their lips smacking as they kissed. Meng Jingyun's hands ravaged
Chen Tong's plump buttocks, making the beautiful woman moan softly. Her waist swayed with the force,
her high heels clattering on the floor, her sexy toes gripping the heels tightly, and her luscious lips
being sucked by Meng Jingyun.

When had Chen Tong, the mature woman in stockings, ever been violated by a man other than her husband, especially one as young as her son?
He was frantically kneading her plump buttocks, excitedly entwining his tongue around her pink breasts, and roughly ravaging her large breasts. This series of actions immediately caused the respectable young woman to moan
, "Ahhhhhh..." Her delicate body trembled, her hair was disheveled, her body was confined, and her private parts were itchy, unable to control herself. Meanwhile, Meng Jingyun slowly pulled Chen Tong's snow-white arm out from the sleeve of her long dress. Chen Tong cooperated by pulling the dress down to her plump waist, revealing . "Don't...look...it's embarrassing." The mature woman in stockings, Chen Tong, tried to cover her full, high breasts, but Meng Jingyun roughly removed them, grabbing her breasts and pulling them out of her bra. "Wow, Auntie, your breasts are so big, white, and full." Before she finished speaking, Meng Jingyun rubbed her breasts, burying her face between them, and sucking on the engorged nipples that looked like pearls. Tsk tsk, biting, kneading, sucking, licking, grinding—the force was so intense it felt like she wanted to swallow him whole. "Scream, Auntie, aren't you uncomfortable? Scream out loud! Your husband is keeping watch downstairs; he can't your wanton, slutty behavior. You can scream as much as you want, as wanton as you want..." After Meng Jingyun's seduction, Chen Tong gradually let loose. She held Meng Jingyun's head, screaming , looking at him as if he were her son nursing. "Little handsome boy, ahhh, don't talk, hurry... lick... suckle, ah, so good... oh ahhhhhh..." The mature woman in stockings, Chen Tong, was already pushed into an abyss by the dual stimulation of forbidden incest and betrayal, unable to extricate herself. She stretched out her slender, beautiful nails and grabbed Meng Jingyun's large penis, squeezing and stroking it. "Oh! So hot, so big, so hard..." "Oh! Oh!" Meng Jingyun smirked, letting out a few comfortable moans. "Auntie, your little hands are so smooth..." He sucked on Chen Tong's nipple while thrusting his hips, accepting her caresses . His penis grew larger and larger, so large that Chen Tong couldn't grasp it with one hand, like an iron rod rising from between his legs. Chen Tong was both surprised and thrilled. She turned her hand and gripped large penis, feeling the warm sensation of the glans rubbing against his arm. Her valley itch unbearably, and her mouth went dry. Suddenly, Meng Jingyun pulled Chen Tong back onto the bed. After kissing her for a while, he asked, "Auntie, have you ever tried 69?" Chen Tong remained silent, her face flushed. She hadn't tried it, but had seen it in porn. Meng Jingyun lay down on the bed, lifted the buttocks of the mature woman Chen Tong in stockings, and straddled her chest. "Mmm!" Chen Tong, the mature woman in stockings, raised her perfectly fleshy buttocks, which were encased in stockings, and rubbed them against Meng Jingyun's chin. She then gathered all her black hair to one side, grasped Meng Jingyun's large penis, and with her beautiful eyes eyelashes, she opened her delicate petal-like mouth and began to take Meng Jingyun's glans into her mouth. She extended her slippery tongue and enveloped Meng Jingyun's large penis, licking it. Then, she swallowed it deeply, gulping down her saliva with a smacking sound, just like eating a popsicle, giving Meng Jingyun immense pleasure. Then, Chen Tong spread Meng Jingyun's long, large, thick, and powerful member apart and turned her head to devour his scrotum, sucking it into her mouth like candy, "tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk..." "Oh!" Meng Jingyun closed her eyes comfortably, forgetting her work, while Chen Tong, the mature woman in stockings, immediately expressed her dissatisfaction.

She rubbed her large, fleshy buttocks against Meng Jingyun's chest, "Hehe!"

Meng Jingyun slapped the jade-like woman's buttocks with both hands, squeezing her wildly a few times. He then
opened her vulva with his open stockings and see-through panties, revealing her wet juices
that flowed out along her cleavage. The scene was incredibly lewd and wanton.

"Mmm!"

At this moment, the mature woman Chen Tong, while sucking on Meng Jingyun's penis, contracted her honey lips a few times. "Lick..."

"Okay, okay! I'll lick!"

Meng Jingyun chuckled and immediately buried his head inside, sucking
the juices . The sudden, fierce attack on her flower bud made Chen Tong tremble all over. A strong current
spread from her valley to her plump buttocks and then to her throat. She couldn't help but want to shout loudly to release her pent-up emotions, but she
stubbornly refused to spit out Meng Jingyun's penis. Instead, she silently sucked on the glans, swallowing deeply and
sucking. Squeak! Squeak! Squeak!

At the same time, she felt her two engorged labia being uncontrollably manipulated in Meng Jingyun's mouth,
and the walls of her vagina being swept and scraped by something slippery. Chen Tong knew that it was Meng
Jingyun's tongue.

In an instant, the mature woman Chen Tong, clad in stockings, felt both pleasure and itchiness in her lower body. Every scrape against her fleshy walls
made her voluptuous body tremble. She couldn't even withstand the stimulation of Meng Jingyun's deep licking, so she
involuntarily retreated her fleshy buttocks, as if her lower mouth was about to suffocate, wanting to get rid of Meng Jingyun's
mouth and catch her breath. But she didn't want to leave such a comfortable feeling, so she was torn between wanting to resist and wanting to resist.

Meng Jingyun clearly saw that the beautiful anus under the hazy buttocks of the respectable young woman Chen Tong, covered by stockings, contracted
again and again. "Ah! Sir, I can't take it anymore, please don't... ah, don't... ah..."

Chen Tong finally couldn't help but spit out Meng Jingyun's big penis, breathing heavily, grabbing the sheets, kicking
her legs, trying to get rid of Meng Jingyun's sucking and pull her lower mouth out.

No matter how much she kicked and struggled, even as her high heels nearly fell off, Meng Jingyun wouldn't let go. He
gripped the mature woman Chen Tong's buttocks tightly against his chest, his sucking so forcefully that he
completely enveloped the mound of flesh in her pubic area. It could be said that Chen Tong's entire
vagina was inside Meng Jingyun's mouth, while his tongue scraped against the inside of her vagina, like a magnet,
impossible to pull away.

Meng Jingyun loved seeing a woman's helpless expression as he stimulated her. "Snow...snow...snow...snow
..."

"Waaaaah...sir, please, ahhh...I'm going to die...oh..."

Meng Jingyun suddenly felt a gush of vaginal fluid erupt, gulp!! @ gulp! Meng Jingyun swallowed it all,
pop! With a "pfft," she spat out the entire abalone. Upon closer inspection,
a large red mark appeared on the mound of flesh in the stockings of the mature woman Chen Tong's pubic area, much larger than before, as if the entire area was engorged with blood. "Hahaha... was it good, Auntie..." Meng Jingyun stood up and saw the stockings-clad mature woman Chen Tong turn over, looking at her teary-eyed old woman's appearance, and teased her. The stockings- clad mature woman Chen Tong pouted angrily, looking like she had been bullied, her lower body still trembling incessantly. "Hehe, this is just the beginning!" "Hmph! You're going to bully me to death!" The stockings-clad mature woman Chen Tong did indeed feel very comfortable, an experience she had never had before. The feeling of being completely enveloped by Meng Jingyun was as if she had grown flesh to help Meng Jingyun perform oral sex on her. "What are you saying, Auntie? Are you not feeling well? I've never shown this skill to any woman before Come on, feed my darling." "I can't take it." The mature woman in stockings, Chen Tong, was afraid of Meng Jingyun's guy. "There's no such thing as being unable to take it." Meng Jingyun lay on the bed and let the mature woman in stockings straddle him. He held his big penis and rubbed it against the vulva that was tucked into the stockings. Watching the glans slowly stretch open the full mound of flesh, Meng Jingyun was extremely aroused . "Mmm!" The mature woman in stockings, Chen Tong, suddenly jerked, feeling that her vulva had clamped down on Meng Jingyun's penis. She tilted her long neck back, closed her eyes, and slowly sat down, pursing her lips tightly, enduring it with extreme restraint. "Oh!" The powerful, tight grip was concentrated on Meng Jingyun's penis. Lying on the bed, Meng Jingyun closed his eyes, focusing his energy on his penis. He felt the sensation of being constantly swallowed grow stronger and stronger, like breaking through numerous obstacles in a narrow, winding path, until finally, flesh and flesh pressed tightly together. An immense stimulation surged through his body like an electric current. Opening his eyes, he saw that the beautiful woman's face was pale, and the bulge of her penis was clearly visible on her white lower abdomen . The mature woman in stockings, Chen Tong, had actually swallowed his penis all at once. Excited, Meng Jingyun immediately hugged the mature woman in stockings, Chen Tong, and kissed her passionately. "Oh! So good!... Slap slap slap slap..." Meng Jingyun held the stocking-clad mature woman Chen Tong's buttocks and thrust deeply again and again, almost hitting her G- stroke. "Slap slap slap slap slap..." He rubbed her full buttocks, sometimes kneading and sometimes thrusting in hard. Meng Jingyun held the stocking-clad mature woman Chen Tong on his chest, kissing her flower lips. The stocking-clad mature woman Chen Tong's legs, still clad in stockings and high heels, were wrapped around Meng Jingyun's waist, her buttocks sitting on his thighs. With each rise and fall, her juices splashed everywhere. Slap slap slap, squelch squelch squelch squelch... "Ahhhhhh..." The stocking-clad mature woman Chen Tong hugged Meng Jingyun's neck, feeling as if she were on an airplane, feeling the huge penis being forced into her flower path again and again, reaching a depth she had never reached before in her life. Her whole body and mind were intoxicated. " Ohhhhhhhh ..." "Slap slap slap slap slap..." Meng Jingyun would sometimes thrust into the stocking-clad mature woman Chen Tong's buttocks, sometimes he would thrust into , the slapping sounds like an endless symphony. Intense pleasure filled every cell of Chen Tong's body. After nearly a thousand thrusts, Chen Tong had ejaculated three times, as if she had lost control of her bladder, her moans continuous. The noise was so loud that if the doors and windows hadn't been closed, Meng Jingyun suspected everyone on the floor would have heard. Looking at this respectable mature woman he had only met tonight, whom he had known for only two or three hours, he realized she had already...

Her face flushed with ecstasy as she embraced him, her flower-like opening allowing him to penetrate her freely. The immense satisfaction made
every cell feel relaxed.

Of course, money played a part, but the biggest reason was himself. If he didn't have the ability, how could he have made
this beautiful mature woman betray her husband and son to serve him? Thinking of himself, Meng Jingyun couldn't help but increase his strength, thrusting in
hard , "Slap slap slap slap slap..."

"Ah ...

"Slut, mmm..."

Turning her around, Meng Jingyun dragged the stockinged mature woman Chen Tong to the bed, lifted her stockinged,
rounded legs, placed a pillow underneath, and thrust in. At the same time, his hands held Chen Tong's stockinged thighs, greedily
licking and sucking her tender toes. While forcing his way into her flower path, he intoxicatedly
sucked on her stockinged toes. "Squeak squeak squeak squeak squeak squeak squeak squeak squeak..."

Waves of lustful water gushed out again, but Meng Jingyun did not let go of Chen Tong. He bent down and lifted her back,
sealing her delicate moaning mouth with his tongue. While embracing and kissing her passionately, he thrust in and out. Soon,
Chen Tong's desire was aroused again, and she desperately responded.

At this moment, Meng Jingyun pulled the mature woman Chen Tong, clad in stockings, off the bed again. She turned her back, her plump buttocks raised, to receive his
thrusts . Meng Jingyun grabbed her waist and the hem of her skirt, pulling and thrusting like riding a horse, *plop! plop! plop!

* "Ahhhhh... Sir, you're so amazing, oh oh,"

Chen Tong, clad in stockings, supported herself on the bed, drenched in sweat, her delicate
breasts swaying with Meng Jingyun's thrusts, *smack! smack!* She occasionally scratched her hair, exuding captivating charm.

~ Dream Nightclub.

It was already late at night, the streets were sparsely populated, the streetlights dim, branches swayed gently, a light breeze blew, a distant flute melody filled the air,
the sky was filled with stars, and the moonlight veiled the heavens, creating a hazy, dreamlike atmosphere.

In front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of a high-rise building, the curtains were wide open, the living room lights were off, greedily absorbing the bright moonlight.

Tu Xiong stood quietly by the floor-to-ceiling window, a cigar between his fingers, gazing at the night view of Huaiyang City. His eyes were unfocused, and
his mind drifted back to the days when he roamed freely in Fengdu.

"It's too quiet down here,"

Tu Xiong sighed, taking a drag of his cigarette.

"Brother Xiong, are you thinking that right now, the streets below the Huanyu Building in Fengdu must be bustling and lively?"

Tan Lang, standing behind him completely shrouded in darkness, said.

"I like to fall asleep to the sounds of liveliness. It's too quiet here."

"Brother Xiong, are you thinking about how Ah Qi is doing now?"

Tu Xiong didn't answer, but silently sat down on the floor. "Come sit down too!"

Tan Lang walked over and sat down on the floor as well. "Actually, I know it's difficult to deal with the Prince Gang.
Wang Dong's background is too powerful. Even if I kill him, I'm afraid my brothers won't have a safe place to live."

Tan Lang didn't speak, but in his heart, he wondered why Tu Xiong was acting so strangely today.

"But I'm not resigned to it. I know the Axe Gang's strength very well. When it comes to fighting to the death, I dare say no one can rival them.
Even against a regular army, they are second to none, especially you, Greedy Wolf. You are
the best ."

Tu Xiong patted Greedy Wolf's shoulder, recalling, "When I saw you at the black market boxing match, I
knew at a glance you were a tough guy. Not only were you agile, but you were also calm and ruthless."

"Why are you saying this, Brother Xiong? It's all in the past. If it weren't for you that day, I would have died long ago."

"Hehe!"

Tu Xiong suddenly laughed with satisfaction, patting Greedy Wolf's shoulder firmly. "You are a
man of loyalty and righteousness. I know you value brotherhood the most, and I know you are tired of killing. If
the Axe Gang hadn't suffered an unprecedented calamity, you would have been gone long ago."

"I will repay your life for saving my life. In Greedy Wolf's heart, since the day I joined the mercenaries,
there has been no justice, only loyalty." "

...Go!"

Tu Xiong suddenly sighed.

"Since I promised you, I'm fulfilling my promise now. You've trained a formidable Axe Army for me.
Now, you can leave and live your quiet life."

Tanlang remained silent.

"My fate was sealed at birth. I must avenge this, or I'll be letting down the
brothers who died."

Tu Xiong turned to look at Tanlang. "You don't need to feel any burden. Even if I die one day, a
stick of incense will suffice."

"Brother Xiong wants me to live a life of ignominy! Your fate is sealed, but
so is ."

Tu Xiong smiled, relieved that Tanlang hadn't left him during his most difficult time.

"News has arrived. After Ah Qi entered the Gold Coast, he hasn't come out again."

"Oh! Sixty men went in, and there's been no movement at all?"

"I went there tonight too."

"What did you see?"

Tu Xiong lay down on the ground and took out a bottle of 1985 Chateau Lafite Rothschild from under the wine cabinet next to him. He also
took out two wine glasses and poured himself two glasses of wine.

Bathed in moonlight, red wine poured into the glass, the crystal-clear liquid resembling a blood-red rose, exceptionally alluring.
"Cheers!"

"Brother Xiong wants me to tell the truth?"

"Of course, it's just the two of us brothers, and there are no outsiders here."

"I think the Sky Wolf Gang we know isn't as weak as the rumors suggest. Since this gang can dominate Huaiyang
, it must have its strengths. Tonight I saw several very powerful masters there." "

Oh! Even you weren't confident of defeating them?"

"I don't know, we haven't fought them, so I can't say for sure, but they're definitely not someone the Axe Army can handle, even though
I trained them."

Greed Wolf was quite certain of this. He sensed a very strong, fierce aura emanating from Chen Kui and the others.
Even though the disco was noisy and dimly lit, he keenly felt their hidden, restrained presence.

Immovable as a mountain, like a lurking leopard, still as a virgin, yet swift as a rabbit hunter—those who could give him
this feeling were undoubtedly masters. He was a man who had experienced the carnage of battlefields, possessing a unique insight into true masters
. Such a person, even amidst a crowd, would stand out like a crane among chickens; their demeanor, eyes, and
every gesture were different from ordinary people.

"Oh!"

Tu Xiong turned back in surprise to look at Tan Lang. He knew Tan Lang's strength well; even seven or eight burly men couldn't get close.
He was surprised to encounter such evenly matched experts within the Tianlang Gang, and several of them at that. This forced Tu
Xiong to take the matter seriously.

"So, we really underestimated them."

"Brother Xiong, to put it bluntly, if it really comes down to a fight, we have no chance of winning."

"Hehe, brother, don't boost their morale and diminish our own. My Axe Gang has men, guns, a strong
foundation , and plenty of money. The Tianlang Gang may have a few experts, but it's not a big deal. We can
bribe them, or assassinate them if we can't."

Tanlang had nothing to say. He knew Tu Xiong was proud and would never easily admit defeat.

"I'll leave this matter to you."

"...I'll do my best!"

"I believe you have the ability. Go ahead and do it!"

**** August 28th was the day He Xiulan returned from her studies in Paris, France. Meng Jingyun had already
reserved a private room at Yuchu Yipin to welcome He Xiulan and her mother back.

On the same day, Meng Qing also rushed back from Fengdu. She didn't explain clearly over the phone, saying she
had a major decision to report to Meng Huai Ren regarding the expansion of the Huamei Chicken Farm in Fengdu. Because this decision was crucial
and time-sensitive, a board meeting was necessary to hear the opinions of the directors.

Upon Meng Qing's return, Meng Jing Yun, her younger brother, naturally went to see her. Besides, the two hadn't
seen each other for almost a month and missed each other terribly; a rare family gathering was in order.

At noon, at the Meng family manor, Meng Jing Yun, Meng Huai Ren, Meng Qing, and Yang Hui Ru had a sumptuous lunch in the living room
. During lunch, Meng Huai Ren mentioned the Tang sisters' visit and told Meng Qing
that the mysterious boss who appeared at the last board meeting was Meng Jing Yun.

Upon learning this, Meng Qing was greatly praised by her brother, but also
reprimanded. He was told that hiding this from family was unacceptable and illegal, and
should never be done again.

Just as Meng Jingyun was feeling embarrassed, Meng Qing mentioned that school was about to start, so besides work, she
had brought him a gift – a bicycle, not an expensive sports car.

Meng Qing knew that although her younger brother was extravagant, he was generally easygoing, had a strong sense of self-respect,
and disliked showing off, especially at school. He never revealed his family's wealth, always
presenting himself as an ordinary person.

To avoid gossip, he always rode his bicycle to school, which was why she had specially given him this bicycle.

A small gift from afar carries great meaning. In Meng Jingyun's memory, his sister had never given him any gifts before;
this gesture undoubtedly showed that she cared about him.

His joy was palpable.

Seeing the deep bond between the siblings, Meng Huai Ren was naturally pleased. He then brought up the matter of
their marriage, saying that although the house was large, it was too quiet. Early marriage and having more children would allow
him to enjoy family life.

Upon hearing this, the two rolled their eyes, one citing busy work schedule and the other
declining .

After lunch, after a short rest, the group went to the Yangtze River Building for a board meeting. The five directors had already
received a call and were waiting in the conference room.

Without delay or pleasantries, Meng Qing immediately explained her future development plan for Huamei Chicken Farm
. It turned out that she had a bold idea to improve the industrial chain of chicken farming:

to build a power plant at Huamei Chicken Farm, investing heavily in biogas power generation technology,
using fermented chicken manure to generate electricity. This way, the fermented chicken manure would not only have more fertilizer value, but large quantities
could also generate tens of millions of volts of electricity, creating enormous wealth for the company.

Furthermore, this would also enhance the company's reputation.

Although the technology of using fermented chicken manure to generate biogas for power is mature worldwide, it has never been used in large-scale
industry . If Huamei were to set this precedent, it could not only create substantial
wealth for the company but also provide ample electricity to the public.

It's important to understand that urban electricity is currently facing severe shortages. Huamei's actions not only
alleviate but also represent a significant contribution to improving its reputation.

Utilizing chicken manure for power generation contributes to beautifying the natural environment. In this era of
scarce , whoever first utilizes renewable resources to contribute to global harmony is at
the forefront of industrialization and the world.

This is no longer just a matter of a single company's interests; it's a matter of vital importance to the livelihoods of the entire population.

"Is this chicken manure power generation technology truly mature?"

the board members asked, raising the crucial question.

"Of course! When I was studying at Jiangdu University, I knew a friend who was a
doctoral ..."

The board meeting, which began at 2 AM, lasted for four hours with intense discussion. In reality, the shareholders
weren't concerned with livelihood issues; they were focused on profits. Building such a large-scale
power project would cost hundreds of millions of dollars.

In this way, they wouldn't be able to expect any dividends from the company for several years. However, the group wasn't
ungrateful , and when Meng Jingyun stepped forward to vote, they couldn't refuse. After all, Meng Jingyun was their
savior; without her, they would be dead, let alone have any money. In the end, all the directors unanimously approved the proposal.

Filled with joy, Meng Qing rushed back to Fengdu that afternoon to realize her grand ambitions.

****

Chapter 174

Meng Qing was a true strong woman, not only exceptionally talented and possessing excellent leadership skills, but also having
a far-sighted business vision and ruthless methods. Meng Jingyun could see that his sister was not the kind
of woman content to be a housewife at home; she had ambitions, ideals, and the drive to realize her life's value.

It wasn't that she didn't want to marry Meng Jingyun; he understood her feelings.

Before Meng Qing left, Meng Jingyun wanted to ask why she didn't bring Chi Feirong back with her, but then thought better of it .
Although his sister knew about his relationship with Chi Feirong, their relationship was currently in an ambiguous stage, so it was inconvenient
to bring it up .

Therefore, Meng Jingyun called Chi Feirong alone to inquire, only to learn that Chi Feirong had now taken on
an important role, specifically in charge of the power plant equipment procurement project, and was no longer in Z country, but was at
a well-known university in Los Angeles, USA.

It seems Meng Qing had already decided to pursue this project, and her return was to convey her unwavering decision
and persuade the board members.

Meng Jingyun then called Chen Hong to inquire about the progress of her research on the cancer-curing capsules, only to
learn Chen Hong's work was proceeding intensively.

In fact, upon returning to the Fengdu Rainbow Industrial Park, Chen Hong didn't immediately begin research. For secrecy, she first
established a brand-new, private laboratory within the park, exclusively for her use,
off-limits to everyone else.

It was equipped with high-tech electronic identification and guarded day and night by highly skilled bodyguards—more secure than
an impenetrable fortress, not even a mosquito could get in, let alone a person.

While this undoubtedly seemed like a blatant attempt to conceal something, Chen Hong had no choice but to do so,
as it was top secret.

When Jia Jing discovered this, she initially thought she had been exposed and was genuinely worried for a while. However,
seeing that Chen Hong didn't suspect her and considering that she hadn't left any clues that night, she gradually relaxed
.

However, this made it virtually
impossible . When Jia Jing reported this to Tang Ziyan, both women were at a loss. Although they knew
what Chen Hong was researching, they couldn't get any information from her.

Helpless, Tang Ziyan could only tell Jia Jing not to panic. Since Chen Hong was still researching, it
meant the research wasn't mature yet. She told Jia Jing to go back and see what happened, to see if she could find anything in Chen Hong's villa
, and then she would think of a way.

Currently, the experimental facility was still under construction, and Chen Hong lived in the villa in the park day and night, practically
never leaving her side. How could Jia Jing possibly find anything unless she forcibly took it?

*** After receiving news of Zhuo Bufan's death, Tang Na nearly suffered a mental breakdown. Returning to Fengdu, she locked
herself in her house, not wanting to go anywhere. Fortunately, with the encouragement of her sister Tang Ziyan and the constant messages of concern from Meng Jingyun,
Tang Na gradually recovered from the grief of losing her son and returned to the dance academy, throwing all her energy into
her work.

Actually, her pain wasn't from losing her son, but from feeling guilty towards the deceased man.

Everyone was busy, except for Meng Jingyun, who was quite idle, wandering here and there. But this was exactly
the life he wanted—unrestrained, going wherever he wanted, with no one interfering.

After Meng Qing left in the afternoon, Meng Jingyun went to the Hongshuwang shopping mall, intending to
chat , to strengthen their relationship. However, he was disappointed to find that she had been taken in for questioning by the police because of Liang Yong's case.

Afterwards, Meng Jingyun went to Yuchu Yipin and chatted with Shi Yan in the office. It was already evening,
and they had dinner together. Then, Meng Jingyun drove to the airport to pick her up.

At ten o'clock at night, Huaiyang Airport looked like a bright and dazzling lighthouse in the night sky. The
closer , the louder the roar of the planes became. Every time Meng Jingyun saw a plane flying overhead, he
couldn't help but feel a sense of melancholy.

The power of technology is advancing by leaps and bounds; even such a massive iron contraption can defy gravity and fly.
Turning the corner , Meng Jingyun parked his car in the parking lot and entered the departure hall at just ten o'clock.

With an eleven o'clock flight, he had an hour to kill. Bored, Meng Jingyun
aimlessly strolled into a store, bought a bottle of mineral water, and while paying, casually picked up a fashion
magazine from the magazine rack, paid for it, and leisurely sat down to flip through it.

Soon, he finished the not-too-thick magazine, glanced at his watch, and saw only ten minutes had passed.
He sighed; time without his sister was truly unbearable.

"Finished reading?"

Meng Jingyun turned and glanced at a lecherous-looking young man in his early twenties sitting next to him. "You want to see it? Here, take
it!"

"Hehe! Thanks."

The man took the magazine and began admiring the pictures of beautiful women inside. "You're here to pick someone up, right?"

"Yeah!"

Meng Jingyun nodded, looking uninterested and not really wanting to talk. Seeing this, the man stopped talking and
focused on admiring the pictures. Even if the pictures were of beautiful women, Meng Jingyun didn't find them very interesting. He preferred to see
real women . So he crossed his arms and let his gaze wander aimlessly over the passing beauties.

There were naturally many beautiful women at the airport, all kinds of them, in all shapes and sizes. It was
getting late, and these beauties might not be picked up immediately after landing. So if you wanted to meet some beauties,
you could just wander around and get to know a few if you were diligent.

"Hey! What's she doing here? I can't be seeing things, can I?"

Meng Jingyun rubbed her eyes, confirming that she wasn't mistaken. In the corner of a row of seats sat
a
woman with a voluptuous figure, wearing a beige turtleneck shirt, yellow capri pants, and white strappy high heels.

Judging from her appearance and demeanor, she appeared to be in her thirties, possessing an exceptional and aloof air.
Although her attire was relatively ordinary, her unique气质 (qi zhi, a kind of refined elegance or aura) was something few could possess.

It was an aura of quiet authority, aloofness, and unapproachability.

She wore a white baseball cap, and her smooth, glossy black hair, tied in a ponytail
, peeked out from the cap, exuding youthful vitality. The cap was pulled low, and
large , obscuring half of her angelic face.

Clearly, this woman didn't want anyone to see her face. If Meng Jingyun hadn't carefully checked, he almost
wouldn't have recognized her. "Hehe!"

A thought struck Meng Jingyun. He casually walked over and sat down right next to the woman
.

The woman noticed the stranger's arrival, glanced at him, then lowered her head to look at her phone, calm and composed,
without even a furrowed brow or a gesture of greeting.

Meng Jingyun glanced at the woman's phone, remaining silent and looking at it leisurely without a hint of
embarrassment. Finally, the woman spoke first. She turned to look at Meng Jingyun, speaking softly but coldly:
"Don't you think that's very impolite?"

"Oh! Hehe!"

Meng Jingyun chuckled awkwardly, crossed his arms, and turned away. But after a moment, he turned back. "The mayor
is here to pick you up too?"

Shen Tao was startled, thinking Meng Jingyun hadn't recognized her. "Yes!"

"Hehe, you're really busy, still checking the news after work."

Meng Jingyun touched her nose and flattered, "You're truly our good mayor. Who are you here to pick up?"

"A relative."

Shen Tao didn't even turn his head.

"A relative!"

Meng Jingyun nodded, took out a cigarette, sniffed it, and asked with a smile, "
What kind of relative?"

"...You don't know them."

"Wouldn't it be clear if I told you?"

Meng Jingyun, oblivious to the situation, continued to press.

"...Who are you here to pick up?"

Shen Tao countered.

"A friend."

"What kind of friend?"

"A friend who came back from Paris."

"A woman?"

"Ahem—"

Meng Jingyun touched her nose, glancing at Shen Tao's slender, white fingers still fiddling with the keyboard on his phone, neat
nails, shiny, perfect, healthy, "Does the mayor like to inquire about my personal matters?"

"Just asking."

Shen Tao's thin lips parted slightly, then he suddenly asked, "I heard you have a girlfriend?"

"Uh—yes! How did you know?"

Meng Jingyun didn't know who Shen Tao was referring to as his girlfriend.

"Xiao Rong said so."

With that, Shen Tao stood up from his chair, glancing at the flight directory display. "Has the mayor
's relative arrived?"

Just as Shen Tao stood up, Meng Jingyun's gaze involuntarily swept over her plump
buttocks .

Yellow, sheer capri pants tightly hugged her rounded, swollen buttocks, like budding
flower petals, without a single wrinkle. The smooth curves were even smoother than an egg, and there was no
trace of underwear; she must be wearing a thong.

Below her crotch, a small mound clearly rose. Although she couldn't see its true form, based on Meng
Jingyun's experience, it must be very juicy and full of moisture.

"Don't call me mayor."

"Then what should I call you?"

Meng Jingyun also stood up.

"Anyway, don't call me Mayor."

"Then I'll call you Aunt Shen!"

Shen Tao didn't object and walked towards the passenger passage. Meng Jingyun naturally followed. "Hehe, anyway,
nothing's wrong."

He knew Shen Tao was afraid of attracting attention.

Usually, Meng Jingyun could say anything in front of women, but today he found himself
somewhat reserved in front of Shen Tao. Perhaps it was because of her status. "Auntie, do you have a car? My car is parked
outside. I can take you home later."

"No need, I drove here."

"When can I visit your home?"

Shen Tao suddenly stopped and looked at Meng Jingyun. Although she was wearing sunglasses, Meng Jingyun felt
a sudden sense of being seen through by those eyes. "Hehe, I didn't mean anything by it."

"You'd better not mean anything by it."

Meng Jingyun frowned slightly, wondering what she meant by that. She warned, "Auntie, you're overthinking it. I
just want to familiarize myself with things. After all, Sister Rong and I are friends, and you're my elder. It's
only right that we visit each other, don't you think?"

"We don't have anything in common, there's no need."

This was a clear rejection, and Meng Jingyun couldn't help but feel annoyed. He thought, what's the big deal?
He's just a mayor, why is he giving me such a hard time? Humph, I'm trying to help you out, and you're putting on airs.

You look down on me, but I don't need to beg and plead with you. Meng Jingyun's temper
flared up. Just then, he glanced sideways and saw several men in black suits surrounding a
middle-aged man around fifty years old as he slowly walked over. The man happened to see Shen Tao's profile, his brows furrowed, he must have recognized
her, and then he smiled and walked over.

"Miss Shen, what a coincidence, hehe."

Shen Tao was taken aback, shook hands with the man, "Mr. Zhou..."

The two began to exchange pleasantries, while Meng Jingyun stood nearby, not too far, not too close, a distance that wouldn't
make it seem like he knew Shen Tao, but rather like a stranger picking her up from the airport.

Because of the close proximity, Meng Jingyun overheard their conversation clearly. This Mr. Zhou was the owner of
the West Bank Garden Hotel. Meng Jingyun had long heard of the West Bank Garden Hotel in Huaiyang City; it was
a five-star garden-style hotel with not only upscale clubs, restaurants, and entertainment venues, but also a resort for
leisure , golf course, hot springs, and villas.

This level of hotel far surpassed the Dream Nightclub, offering a complete service package.
It was said that those who frequented it, as long as they had the money, could change venues every day for months without getting tired of it, and wouldn't want to
leave .

This clearly demonstrated Mr. Zhou's status. However, for such a distinguished boss to condescend to personally
pick someone up at the airport, then the person he was receiving must be incredibly distinguished.

Meng Jingyun became genuinely interested.

***

Chapter 175

Mr. Zhou's status and influence in Huaiyang were renowned. He was involved in many government investment projects,
and actively participated in the auctions of bankrupt shopping malls, restaurants, and clothing stores.

Therefore, this person controls many industries and is a very influential figure in Huaiyang. Government officials,
regardless of rank, all have to give him face, and even the Yangtze River Group cannot compare.

This person's real name is Zhou Chao. Meng Jingyun knows this because Zhou Chao is a member of their school's board of directors.

Just then, the airport announcement stated that international flight 7331 from Hawaii to Huaiyang had landed
at the airport. Before long, a group of passengers waving small flags emerged from the passenger channel.

Obviously, these people were a tour group traveling abroad with a tour guide.

"Qianqian, over here."

At this moment, Shen Tao suddenly waved to a girl.

"Auntie!"

Meng Jingyun looked over and saw a beautiful woman wearing a white short-sleeved t-shirt, light gray low-waisted jeans, white
sneakers , pulling a small red suitcase, and wearing silver earrings. The woman was chewing
gum as she walked. Upon hearing Shen Tao's call, she pushed up her large sunglasses, her face immediately breaking into a smile, and she was
about to come forward.

But then, remembering there was no security check, he waved his hand and pointed to the side. Shen Tao immediately nodded and walked to
the security exit.

"Auntie, you're still picking me up so late? I really didn't expect that, haha."

The woman hooked her arm around Shen Tao's as soon as she came out, giggling playfully. "What can I do? I'm your aunt!"

Shen Tao affectionately tapped the woman's nose. "Your mom suddenly called this afternoon saying you were getting off at Huaiyang.
What happened? Why didn't you just go home?"

"I missed you, so I came to see you."

"Stop being so cheeky."

"Haha, oh dear, it's just that awful weather. The plane had to be diverted..."

Meng Jingyun watched the two walk away and disappear into the crowd. Turning her gaze away, Meng Jingyun looked at
a young man wearing a black t-shirt and a baseball cap, carrying a digital camera, who was walking out of the passenger passage.

It shouldn't be called a man, but a boy. This boy was about the same age as Meng Jingyun, about 1.8 meters
tall, with a somewhat thin but very resolute face. His forehead, nose, and cheekbones were like a steel structure, exuding a chilling
aura.

He wasn't very muscular, quite slender, but with broad shoulders and long arms, especially his delicate fingers, which always gave
a sharp impression.

"Young Master Ye, did you have a pleasant journey?"

The boy seemed not to have seen Zhou Chao at all when he came out, only looking at the surrounding scenery with his camera. No,
it shouldn't be scenery, but women; his lens was always on the women.

Only when Zhou Chao spoke did the boy put down his camera and glance at him. "Boss Zhou."

"Young Master Ye, don't call me Boss Zhou, just call me by my name. You must be tired from your journey, come with me to rest!"

As he spoke, Zhou Chao made a gesture of invitation, bowing his head and lowering his eyes, being extremely respectful,
like .

"Alright! Lead the way!"

The group slowly walked out of the waiting hall. "That woman just now, was that Mayor Shen Tao of Huaiyang City?"

Ye Feng asked after getting into the car.

"That's right, this woman has some tricks up her sleeve, a very upright character, and she's extremely difficult to deal with."

Hearing this, Ye Feng's lips curled into a disdainful smile. "No matter how powerful she is, she's still just a woman
. Her man is dead, what kind of prestige can she have? These women of the Shen family will eventually submit to Brother Dong."

"That's right, that's right."

"Are the enrollment procedures halfway done?"

"All done, everything is settled." "

Is the police chief of Huaiyang City surnamed Wen?"

"His name is Wen Hongwei."

"Have him come to see me tomorrow."

Meng Jingyun was very confused. What exactly was this Ye kid's identity? Could he be the young master of some conglomerate?
She thought it must be, otherwise why would a big boss like Zhou Chao lower himself to fawn over him?

In this day and age, money talks. All of Zhou Chao's businesses might belong to that Ye kid's family.

It was almost 11 o'clock in twenty minutes, not much time to lose. Meng Jingyun, needing to urinate, went to the restroom.
Upon exiting, she encountered a blonde beauty and struck up a conversation.

The plane to Paris finally arrived, and Meng Jingyun saw He Xiulan, whom she hadn't seen in a long time, and her classmate Lin Xiaodie. Almost
two months had passed, and the changes He Xiulan had brought to Meng Jingyun were enormous.

If Lin Xiaodie hadn't been there, Meng Jingyun would almost not have recognized her. Mature, composed, virtuous, and intellectual—
feminine radiance was perfectly embodied in her; she was practically reborn.

The former He Xiulan was indeed beautiful, but it was a vulgar kind of beauty. Her figure was full, but it gave Meng Jingyun
a sense of wantonness. Now, not only was her figure more shapely and curvaceous, but she also possessed an intellectual
radiance. Every smile and gesture was mature, composed, and poised, confident yet restrained.

Beautiful but not coquettish—truly a late bloomer.

He Xiulan, her long, jet-black hair styled in a braided bun and pulled back, wore
a confident smile. Her eyebrows were high and arched, her eyes bright and alluring. She wore a white puff-sleeved collared shirt, white straight-leg casual
pants, and a beige scarf tied around her snow-white neck. Dragging a black leather suitcase, she walked and
chatted with Lin Xiaodie.

This was no longer the alluring nurse she once was; she was practically a successful businesswoman.

Lin Xiaodie had also changed significantly in the past month. The young woman was becoming increasingly radiant, her figure
voluptuous, almost overflowing with moisture. Her former flat chest was gone—perhaps the foreign environment had a nurturing effect?

Not only was her face fuller, but she had also grown a little taller. Her attire was almost identical to her mother's,
except for her hairstyle—also styled in a bun and secured with a white silk bandage, perfectly
showcasing her facial features.

Her lips were rosy, her teeth white, her nose straight, and her chin pointed. She was especially beautiful when she smiled, with dimples adorning
her cheeks . Her figure was graceful, with curves in all the right places, her waist swaying like willow catkins in the wind
. The milky-white earrings at her ears bounced like playful little rabbits, exuding a lively and charming air.

"Sister Elena!"

As soon as she appeared, Lin Xiaodie excitedly rushed towards the blonde beauty. Meng Jingyun was startled, wondering
how the two knew each other. Was this beautiful foreign woman there to pick them up?

Meng Jingyun was very confused! Watching the three of them chatting and laughing, while she was left out, she felt
truly disappointed. Such a handsome man, didn't anyone notice?

Just as Meng Jingyun was feeling neglected, He Xiulan's gaze finally fell upon her. She didn't say anything,
just smiled gently, her eyes glistening with tears of excitement.

"It was worth it!"

Meng Jingyun smiled and walked over. "Xiaodie, Mom has a surprise for you."

At this moment, He Xiulan tugged at her daughter's sleeve and gestured towards Meng Jingyun with her lips.

In that instant, Lin Xiaodie froze, covering her mouth in disbelief as she watched Meng Jingyun stroll over
. The excitement in her heart was indescribable; she was simply overwhelmed with emotion.

She never expected Meng Jingyun to come pick her up. Although they had a good relationship at school, it
was just that of classmates. She had always kept her feelings for Meng Jingyun hidden, never telling anyone
, not even her best friends.

Tears welled in her eyes. "Mom! You—"

Lin Xiaodie was overwhelmed with shyness, her face flushing red. She was embarrassed that her mother had revealed her
feelings to Meng Jingyun.

"You—why are you here?"

Lin Xiaodie lowered her head, unable to contain herself at Meng Jingyun's handsome and sunny smile.

"Since you wanted to come, you came! I heard from Auntie that you were going abroad to study with her. Hehe, how was
Paris ? I heard it's a city where even the air is filled with romance. Didn't you find a
Prince Charming?"

Meng Jingyun teased with a smile.

"No way—you're so annoying!"

Lin Xiaodie's shy gesture made all three of them burst into laughter. "Miss Elena, I didn't expect you two
to know each other. Who is this, He Gu?"

"Oh! I see."

After a flurry of explanations from the group, Meng Jingyun learned that Elena was He Xiulan's mentor during her training in
France . She was also
the senior assistant and senior consultant that Louis Finnis Corporation had sent to Z country to help He Xiulan expand her market.

More than twenty days earlier, Elena had already arrived in Huaiyang, selected an office location, recruited
employees , and had already begun to establish the company's framework.

Although it was late, Meng Jingyun still brought the three women to the Imperial Chef's First-Class Restaurant for a welcome dinner.
In the private room of the Brick Dragon Hall, "Miss Elena, I wonder if you're used to Chinese cuisine?"

Meng Jingyun asked with a smile.

"I like it, I like Chinese cuisine, it's alright..."

The blonde beauty's Mandarin was a bit awkward, but she spoke clearly and cheerfully, sharing the same language.

Having traveled a long way, He Xiulan and her daughter were also tired. The banquet ended quickly, and they agreed to meet again the next day. The two women then left
in Elena's car.

Although they missed each other dearly, with Lin Xiaodie and Elena present, Meng Jingyun and He Xiulan couldn't embrace.
They could only temporarily suppress their longing and express it another day. Meng Jingyun could tell that He Xiulan had a lot to say to him;
she had been hesitant on the phone earlier.

"Who are they?"

"My friends. Didn't you leave long ago?"

Meng Jingyun looked at Shi Yan.

"I'm leaving. Who's going to pay your bill if I leave? It's a small business, we can't afford your eating."

"Look at you, you're being too polite. I, Meng Jingyun, never renege on my bill. I've already paid, let's
go !"

"Why are all your friends women?"

"I like women. Dealing with men is tiring, just like with you. Even though you tease me, I'm
still happy. That's what you call teamwork, it makes the work easier."

Shi Yan rolled her eyes at Meng Jingyun's shamelessness.

"To tell you the truth, I've invested in the beauty industry, and He Xiulan is my partner."

"No wonder!"

Shi Yan nodded. "That woman has a good temperament and is quite pretty. So she works in beauty. Since she works in
beauty , can you give me a VIP card? I'll get some skin treatments when I have free time."

"Sure! As long as you pay."

Meng Jingyun spread his hands.

Shi Yan slapped him across the face. "If I wanted money, I'd never go for a beauty treatment."

"Hey! You're so stingy when I eat here, afraid I'll renege on the bill. But beauty treatments are free!
Even though I'm the boss, they're still the boss, aren't they?"

Meng Jingyun tilted his head, looking at Shi Yan.

"Hmph!"

Shi Yan was furious that Meng Jingyun, this grown man, was arguing with her about this. "I'm stingy,
but it's all for your own good. Our restaurant just opened, everything costs money. You're treating us every few days,
don't you think it's free? We have rules and regulations, no matter who eats, they have to pay."

"You little rascal!"

Meng Jingyun chuckled when he saw Shi Yan was angry. "You look quite alluring when you're angry. Come here, give me a kiss,
mwah!"

Without waiting for Shi Yan's consent, Meng Jingyun quickly kissed Shi Yan's rosy lips.

"You!"

"You drooled, let me wipe it for you."

Seeing that Shi Yan had already raised her heel, clearly intending to kick him, Meng Jingyun immediately ran to the car.

"Get out!"

"Get in, I'll give you a ride, it's so dark up ahead."

Meng Jingyun opened the car door, and upon hearing this, Shi Yan's anger immediately subsided. She opened the car door and
got in, huffing.

Meng Jingyun shook his head and smiled, started the engine, and soon arrived at the entrance of the residential area. "Still angry? The beauty
card thing is easy to talk about, it was just a joke, why take it so seriously!"

Shi Yan didn't dwell on that matter, but was thinking about what happened that night.

"Okay, I promise."

"Really?"

"I promise." "Don't go back on your word

."

"Hey!"

Just as Shi Yan was about to get out of the car, Meng Jingyun grabbed her. "Aren't you going to invite me up for a bit, or offer me
a drink?"

"Didn't you have enough?"

"It's different!"

Shi Yan nodded. Meng Jingyun was delighted and happily got out of the car with Shi Yan into the apartment building. As they took
the elevator , just as the doors opened, Meng Jingyun asked worriedly, "Is your Xiaobai still here?"

Hearing this, Shi Yan remembered what happened last time and smiled. "You're a grown man, and you're afraid of dogs!"

"Of course, who isn't afraid of lackeys?"

Click! Shi Yan opened the door. "If you're afraid, don't come in, Xiaobai..."

*

Chapter 176

Click! Shi Yan opened the door. "If you're scared, don't come in, Xiaobai..."

Shi Yan turned on the light and called out a few times. Immediately, a curly-haired white dog darted out of the room,
jumping and circling around Shi Yan's heels, licking them.

"Hehe! Stop it, it tickles..."

Shi Yan squatted down and stroked Xiaobai's fur, a happy smile on her lips. The white dog seemed to have noticed
Meng Jingyun's arrival, immediately frowning and barking a few times.

"This damn dog still holds a grudge!"

Meng Jingyun chuckled and sat down on the sofa.

"Who told you to scare it last time?"

Shi Yan took a can of Wanglaoji herbal tea from the refrigerator, turned around and tossed it to Meng Jingyun, then picked up Xiaobai and curled up on the sofa
. "Hehe!"

Click! Meng Jingyun opened the tab, took a small sip, "I think it's not Xiaobai at all,
it's a pretty boy, a lecherous dog, don't you think?"

Meng Jingyun teased and joked.

"Woof woof!"

"Oh! See, it answered, you pretty boy. Stop barking. Your master will be mine sooner or later, so don't even think about it."

"Woof woof..."

Shi Yan glared at Meng Jingyun, then soothed the little white dog in her arms. "Little White, let's not
argue with this playboy. Are you hungry? Mom will get you something to eat."

"Haha, so it's your son. You should have said so earlier, then I wouldn't be jealous."

"Drink it and then hurry up and leave."

"Why? You want me to leave so badly?"

Shi Yan didn't say anything. She patted the greedy dog and got up to go into the bedroom. When she came out, she had taken off
her coat and was only wearing a white collared shirt. Her breasts were high and firm, and the top buttons were undone. Her hair clips were also removed
, and her long, black hair was draped over her shoulders. She was incredibly charming. She turned on the TV and sat down on the sofa again
, crossing her legs.

Her pretty face was expressionless. She crossed her arms, her gaze fixed on the television screen, seemingly
unwilling to speak. She fiddled with the remote, changing channels several times before finally
stopping at a period drama channel. Meng Jingyun looked away from Shi Yan's fingers, then smiled and stood up, sitting beside her. "
You like watching period dramas?"

Shi Yan shifted her position and nodded. "Why the long face? Where did your smile go? Back
when you ran that small restaurant, I saw your sweet smile every day. Now that you've opened a big restaurant, and it's already open for business,
do you still have worries? Frowning will make you age faster. Smile."

As he spoke, Meng Jingyun grabbed her delicate hand and squeezed it. The latter's eyebrows furrowed. "That's why I asked
you to get me a beauty card!"

Meng Jingyun took advantage of the situation and put his arm around Shi Yan's shoulder. "Beauty treatments can only take care of the outside. If
you unhappy inside, you'll still age."

Shi Yan turned her head to look at Meng Jingyun. Their faces were so close. Meng Jingyun looked into Shi Yan's eyes and
slowly lowered his head.

"You killed Li Kuohai."

"Li Kuohai!"

Meng Jingyun looked into Shi Yan's large, dark eyes, smiled, and said, "What did you say?"

"You know perfectly well."

Meng Jingyun withdrew his hand, lay back on the sofa, picked up his drink again, took a sip, and focused his gaze on the television screen
. "What do you want to know?"

Meng Jingyun was quite surprised. How could Shi Yan say such a thing? He hadn't revealed
any ; how did this woman guess?

However, Meng Jingyun didn't care. If she knew, so be it; it wasn't a big deal.

"So, you admit it?"

"Admit what? Hehe, I didn't say anything!"

Meng Jingyun chuckled.

"Hmph!"

Shi Yan knew that Meng Jingyun's usual style was to grin and joke. She already had her answer and there was no need to ask again.
"Go back early after you finish drinking. It's late, and I need to take a shower and rest."

"You go ahead and shower. I'll leave by myself after I finish."

Meng Jingyun said indifferently. Seeing that Shi Yan didn't move, he chuckled and gulped down the rest of his drink.
"Fine! I'm leaving."

With a snap, Meng Jingyun crushed the Wanglaoji can and casually threw it into the trash can, then stood up.

At this moment, Shi Yan suddenly turned around, staring blankly at the crushed Wanglaoji can in the trash can, then
glanced at Meng Jingyun, got up and opened the door for him. "I want to stay."

Bang! As soon as Meng Jingyun finished speaking, the iron door slammed shut mercilessly. "I despise you!"

Helpless, Meng Jingyun shrugged and had no choice but to go home. The first thing Shi Yan did after closing the door
was to pick up the Wanglaoji herbal tea from the trash can, squeeze it, then take another bottle from the refrigerator, take
a few sips, and seeing that she couldn't finish it all at once, she got up and went to the kitchen, poured out the remaining drink, took a deep
breath , and squeezed the tin can hard.

But no matter how hard she used, the tin can didn't dent at all. Unconvinced, Shi Yan squeezed it again with
both hands , but the result was the same. Bang! Frustrated, she slammed it to the ground with a loud crash,
which startled the little white dog, who barked...

The next morning, before it was fully light, the alarm clock rang, and Chi Biyun lazily got out of bed.
Her eyes were still half-closed when she opened the bedroom door and went to the hallway. By then, she could already hear
the sound of the television in the gym.

Ah! Chi Biyun was incredibly sleepy. Yawning and scratching her head, she walked into the gym. Opening
her eyes slightly, she saw Yang Huiru already sweating profusely on the treadmill. "Good morning!"

Yang Huiru smiled, noticing Chi Biyun's oversized grey t-shirt that reached her knees—she knew it was Meng Jingyun's
workout clothes. "Good morning!"

It was only 5:30. Chi Biyun never usually got up this early; she'd be at work by 8, only getting up at 7
for breakfast. The reason she was up so early today was because of Yang Huiru's influence. Seeing Yang Huiru's
daily workout routine made her itch to try it herself. She was lazy, but she lacked energy at work every day—not
from aches and pains, just general weakness and a general lack of motivation.

Knowing her body was in a sub-healthy state, she wanted to exercise but was too lazy. Influenced by Yang Huiru, she decided to get up early and exercise
today . Her body was her own; she couldn't be too hard on herself. Before, she didn't have
the means, but now she had everything, and making excuses wouldn't work.

But she was still too sleepy. He walked into the gym, plopped down on the ab trainer, and fell asleep. Yang Huiru
shook her head with a smile.

"Hey! Get up and have breakfast."

"What time is it ?"

Chi Biyun sat up and glanced out the window; it was already bright.

"Seven o'clock!"

"Oh! I want a poached egg."

"It's already made, come down quickly!"

"I want that kid to make it for me."

After washing up, Chi Biyun changed into a black collared women's suit and sat down in the dining room. "Who made it?" "

Who else in this house makes it besides me? Eat up!"

Yang Huiru smiled, but upon hearing this, Chi Biyun became a little unhappy, pouting. "Didn't I tell
you to have that kid make me a poached egg?"

"You're dreaming! Young Master never makes breakfast. What, you think my cooking isn't good enough?"

Yang Huiru wasn't angry. She knew Chi Biyun didn't mean anything by it; it was just like a little girl throwing a tantrum, which
she was used to.

"No!"

Chi Biyun forked a fried egg and put it in her mouth, muttering in a muffled voice, "What's he doing? Is he acting like a
monk again?"

By "acting like a monk," Chi Biyun meant meditation. She called Meng Jingyun's habit of staying up all night to meditate "
acting like a monk.

" "Hehe, yes, young master does this almost every day."

Chi Biyun suddenly sat down next to Yang Huiru mysteriously and whispered, "Hey! Do you think this kid is
possessed? I read a story in a magazine about a young man who was obsessed with martial arts. He stayed up
all to meditate, and after half a month, he went crazy."

"No way! Xiaoyun is perfectly normal."

Yang Huiru shook her head in disbelief.

"How could he not? How long has he been like this?"

"I don't know, but definitely not more than half a month."

"Oh!"

Chi Biyun nodded. "Do you know what he's practicing? The Nine Yin Manual? You know it, right? Tell me quickly so
I can look it up online."

"I don't know."

"Hmph!"

Chi Biyun wrinkled her nose and snorted in dissatisfaction. "You got up early today! Earlier than usual."

Yang Huiru nodded. "Yeah! I didn't sleep."

"No way, you're working too hard. Working out is good, but you can't not sleep!"

Chi Biyun looked surprised.

"No, the young master passed on a set of mantras to me last night and told me to meditate and cultivate with him."

Pfft! Just as she swallowed a mouthful of soy milk, Chi Biyun was startled by Yang Huiru's words and spat it all out.
"You want to become a nun!"

~

Not long ago, Meng Jingyun's Hunyuan Technique had successfully broken through to the Gathering Qi into a Dragon realm. At this
level , the true qi in his dantian was twisted into a single rope, his entire body's energy locked, not leaking a single trace. Even experts
couldn't detect anything unusual about him. He appeared

like an ordinary person. Having

mastered Gathering Qi into a Dragon, his true qi could be freely controlled. The next realm was Divine Control, the fusion of essence, qi, and spirit. At that time,
even if it could be controlled at will, making him invincible and free throughout the universe. "Little Yun, you've finished your cultivation? I'll
get your breakfast now.

" "Auntie's off to work!"

Meng Jingyun smiled and sat down at the table. "Mmm!"

A moment later, Yang Huiru took out a delicate and nutritious breakfast from the microwave. Turning to leave, she was
pulled into Meng Jingyun's arms, her rounded legs straddling his lap. In that instant, Yang Huiru
could clearly feel the throbbing veins of Meng Jingyun's erection. Although shy, Yang Huiru had gradually
gotten used to it . Meng Jingyun would hold her like this every morning while she ate breakfast. Although it was an intrusive act,
he would never cross the line without her consent.

Gradually, Yang Huiru adapted to this comforting feeling, but she didn't take the initiative, since there was no
one else at home. At this moment, Yang Huiru's black hair was styled in a high bun, and she wore a white turtleneck short-sleeved t-shirt. The t-shirt
was so short that even her snow-white navel was exposed. Her abdomen, which used to be slightly protruding, had
become increasingly flat and rounded after this period of exercise, and even her skin had become increasingly fair, her navel almost blinking.

Below, she wore a pair of matching capri pants, the fabric so thin it was like silk stockings. What
excited Meng Jingyun was that he could clearly feel that the beauty in his arms wasn't wearing any underwear; she was
completely naked .

This discovery truly delighted Meng Jingyun, but he didn't show it on his face. "
How was your practice last night?"

"It was quite comfortable, but I fell asleep in the end."

As she said this, Yang Huiru glanced at Meng Jingyun somewhat shyly, secretly wondering if
he hadn't noticed the change in her attire today. However, she could clearly feel her manhood throbbing intensely, and
she secretly rejoiced.

"Hehe, it's like this at first, you'll get used to it."

"Oh! I'll keep at it."

"Aren't you going to feed the young master some milk?"

"Oh!"

Yang Huiru obediently picked up the glass on the table, not daring to look at Meng Jingyun, and took a big gulp. Then
she leaned in to kiss Meng Jingyun's mouth. Meng Jingyun didn't rush to kiss her, but smiled and pursed his lips, looking at Yang Huiru
's shy and charming demeanor. High forehead, crescent-shaped eyebrows, bright and clear eyes, upturned nose, the crow's feet at the corners of her eyes
had disappeared, and her lips were pursed into a ball, like a beautiful chrysanthemum, with
milky white .

Glug! Seeing that Meng Jingyun didn't drink for a long time, Yang Huiru couldn't help but swallow half a mouthful of milk. "
Hehe ..."

Meng Jingyun grinned, and then kissed her to drink the nectar. With his other hand, he lifted up his t-shirt, pushed open
his bra, and pressed it against her full, soft, and smooth breasts, kissing them with his tongue while gently
stroking them.

After breakfast was prepared, Yang Huiru was already panting as she lay on the sofa, while Meng Jingyun, satisfied,
changed into a brown casual outfit, hopped on his bicycle, and headed out. Today was the day he was going to school to complete the procedures and pay tuition
. He wasn't in a hurry; he needed to go to He Xiulan's house first to meet Lin Xiaodie, as they had arranged to do so yesterday.

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