[Sinking into the Sea of Desire: A Wife-Swapping Man's Heartfelt Confession] (551-650) Author: Withered Leaf in the Wind

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Chapter 551 The Long-Awaited Person 1

We chatted and got carried away. Whether it was from drinking too much or simply a natural reunion, we
ended up having sex several times that night. The last two times I was a bit weak; it was basically Pang Hui doing me.

The next morning I woke up with a slight ache, almost feeling like I'd been broken. Although it felt great at the time, it was too rough. Seeing
Pang Hui's pouty lips and her gentle sleeping face, I would never have imagined her to be so
unrestrained .

Looking at the time, it was almost noon, so I called Pang Hui to get up. This woman really was a sleepyhead. When I woke her up,
she answered with her eyes closed, telling me to go ahead and that she'd get up soon. But when I finished washing up and came out of the bathroom,
she was asleep again. Frustrated, I called her again, finally managing to wake her up, but she could still talk to me with her eyes closed
while continuing to sleep.

After dawdling and dawdling for almost half an hour, Pang Hui finally opened her sleepy eyes, groggily climbed out of bed,
and almost tripped and fell as she entered the bathroom. But in the blink of an eye, after washing her face, this woman miraculously recovered
.

Her walk was graceful, even her high heels were styled with a certain elegance—half-squatting, shifting her weight backward. Although I knew
it would be tiring, I had to admit, she looked much better. Her makeup skills were even more adept and exquisite; in
less than ten minutes, her perfect face and elegant demeanor returned. The woman who spoke so boldly, drank so much, and talked
so loudly had vanished.

I didn't know why Pang Hui presented herself this way. Although it was certainly appealing to men, I hoped she could be
happy being herself. I wanted to offer some advice, but ultimately didn't say it aloud, because we didn't know each other very well, and I didn't know
what to say.

I made a phone call; my wife and Qian Hao had already come downstairs, and I went out with Pang Hui. When we arrived at the parking lot, many people
had already left. Only Qian Hao, Li Qiuyue, and Yang Xu were waiting for Pang Hui. We greeted each other and then each drove
their wives home.

My wife seemed to be in a good mood today. She played music in the car and even asked me to stop halfway through the drive so she could
buy two servings of fried dough sticks and soy milk from a street vendor. I couldn't eat while driving,

so she fed me a bite while we waited at a red light. When we got home, I wasn't as tired as usual. My wife diligently did the housework. I told her to rest for a while, but she
said hadn't done any in a long time and was taking advantage of the rare holiday to do some.

Seeing how hard she was working, I naturally couldn't just lie there like a big man. I had to endure my aches and pains to get up and
help. She wiped things down, and I helped fetch water and hand her towels. When she mopped the floor, I had to help too.
After all that work, my body, which had been able to keep going, was completely exhausted. I lay on the sofa, not wanting to move at all.

For some reason, she was in a good mood after our switch that day. In the evening, I accompanied her for a walk in the park and we strolled
around. After we got home, I also enjoyed some rare tenderness with her.

I had a leisurely week, mostly going back and forth between work and home. After
opening that hunting route, the company's performance soared, everyone was excited, and they were working even harder. Luo Xiu and
Sun Xueyong came to work every day with smiles on their faces.

The company atmosphere was good, and I was naturally happy too. But seeing those people going out in groups and returning with
excited and fruitful results made me itch to try it myself, but that was just
a thought. After work, I could only obediently go home and spend time with my wife.

With me around, my wife was always happy, like a flower being watered, bathed in sunshine, and
caressed .

These days were a rare period of comfort in my life, a feeling of success in my career and happiness in my family.
But good things often come with difficulties, and good times don't last long. Not long after, on my way home from work one day, the phone suddenly rang.

Seeing the number, a strange emotion welled up inside me—not joy, not distress, not sorrow, but
a touch of each. Gao Yue, the woman who had almost disappeared from my life.

After hesitating for a moment, I answered the phone and whispered, "Hello!"

"Xu Lei, quick, come save me! Xiao Yang has gone mad, he's going to kill me!" Gao Yue's urgent
cries came through the phone.

"Ah?" Before answering the phone, I had made many guesses, but I never expected it to be like this. I exclaimed and slammed on
the brakes. The tires screeched against the ground, and the car slid to a stop on the side of the road.

"Quick, come save me!" Gao Yue cried out on the phone, seemingly in a great hurry. Along with her cries,
I could vaguely hear thumping noises, like the sound of kicking a door.

"Don't panic, don't fret, tell me where I am?" Almost instinctively, without hearing an answer, I stepped on
the gas , turned the car around, and drove towards Gao Yue's house.

"I'm at home," Gao Yue replied as expected.

"Okay, wait for me, I'll be right there," I said, pressing the accelerator to reassure her.

"Hurry, he's gone mad! He's smashed the door! If he comes in, he'll definitely kill me!"
Gao Yue screamed.

She had no idea what was happening, but the situation was urgent, so I didn't have time to ask. I continued to reassure her, "Don't panic,
calm down. See if there's anything nearby, like a cabinet or something, push it over to block the door."

Perhaps observing, after a few seconds, Gao Yue replied frantically, "There's a wardrobe." Before I could speak,
she cried out "But it's too big, I can't move it."

"See if there's anything smaller." I was both anxious and exasperated; she seemed genuinely frightened, losing her
usual composure.

"A bedside table, and a desk," Gao Yue quickly replied.

"Move everything you can," I said, driving with one hand and holding the phone with the other.

"Okay, okay," Gao Yue said frantically.

Shortly after, a crackling sound came from the phone, as if Gao Yue was moving things.

Not sure if I could make it in time, I dialed 110 (the police emergency number) and gave them Gao Yue's address.
I felt a little relieved after hearing them say they would dispatch officers immediately.

I called back and heard Gao Yue panting, calling my name.

"I'm almost there, don't worry, don't be afraid. Tell Xiao Yang you've called the police,
they'll be there soon," I said in one breath.

"Okay, okay!" Gao Yue replied, then I heard her shout, "Stay away from me, the police are coming!"
But she had barely finished speaking when she cried into the phone, "Xu Lei, come save me, I'm so scared."

I knew that words of comfort wouldn't help at this point, but I still reassured her, "It's okay, everything will be
alright, I'll be there soon."

"Hurry up!" Gao Yue cried.

"Okay, wait for me, I'll be there soon." I readily agreed, and slammed the accelerator
down again, which was already almost floored. The car roared, the needle jumped wildly, and the car shook violently, but I had no time to care about anything else.

Taking shortcuts and weaving through alleys, I arrived at Gao Yue's building in just ten minutes. To my surprise, I didn't
see any police officers. The neighborhood was peaceful, nothing seemed amiss, except for
a faint light still shining from Gao Yue's window.

I didn't have time to curse their inefficiency or think things through. I got out of the car and rushed upstairs.

I rushed to Gao Yue's room as soon as I got out of the elevator. For some reason, the door wasn't closed. As soon as I got close, I
heard Xiao Yang roaring from inside, spewing words like "bitch" and "slut," accompanied by loud
banging on the door.

Gao Yue kept screaming shrilly, "Get out of here! Get out of here!" She sounded like she was on the verge of a breakdown.
I couldn't help but picture her huddled in the corner, hands covering her head, trembling with fear.

Perhaps I still cared about her; for a moment, a surge of anger welled up inside me, and I stormed into the room without hesitation. The moment
I entered, a pool of bright red blood made me stop in my tracks, my heart leaping into my throat.

Not knowing what had happened, I mustered my courage and slowly followed the trail. The bloodstain was like a horrifying red indicator line;
following it, I finally saw Xiao Yang standing angrily in the doorway. The bloodstain stretched to his feet,
pooling into a large puddle at his feet—a gruesome sight that chilled me to the bone.

Although my heart trembled slightly, I still mustered my courage and shouted, "What did you do to Gao Yue?"

Hearing my voice, Xiao Yang suddenly stopped, turned around, and seeing it was me, his expression changed slightly, but he
quickly sneered, "Oh, the lover's here."

"What did you do to Gao Yue?" There was no time for arguing now; I asked again.

Whether it was my voice or Xiao Yang stopping banging on the door, Gao Yue inside also quieted down. I glanced at it; the door
wasn't broken, so I figured nothing serious had happened, and I felt a little relieved.

Chapter 552 The Long-Awaited Person 2

"Is it any of your business? This is our family matter." Xiao Yang smiled coldly, slowly approaching me,
wiping his mouth as he said, "But you, breaking into my house time and time again, what else do you want?"

As he got closer, I noticed that Xiao Yang's hand was bleeding; the blood on the floor was all from his left hand, and after wiping it, his mouth
was covered in blood , which was quite horrifying. I steadied myself and said, "I came here because I heard you were going to hurt Gao Yue. I'm telling you not to
do anything stupid; the police will be here soon."

"It really is that bitch." Xiao Yang glanced back at the door and cursed, then laughed, "Stupid things? What
stupid things! It's good that the police are here; I was just about to call the police too. Someone is trespassing!"

As he got closer, I saw that Xiao Yang was holding a sharp knife in his right hand, like a kitchen knife for cutting fruits and vegetables,
covered in blood. Fearing he might become enraged and lose his temper, I defensively backed away, saying , "Don't do anything rash."

"Rash? You know what I want to do?" Xiao Yang, feeling he had the upper hand, glanced at the sharp knife in his hand and said smugly. Xiao Yang approached step by step, and I slowly retreated, looking around for something to defend myself, but found nothing. We slowly retreated back to the living room. I didn't go outside, but moved behind the sofa, using it to separate us. Without rushing to attack, Xiao Yang coldly said, "If you don't want blood, get out of here." "I won't leave until Gao Yue is safe," I said firmly, using the sofa as a shield. "How intimate you sound!" Xiao Yang laughed, but the anger in his eyes intensified. He continued, "I heard you're doing well lately, became a CEO?" I remained cautiously silent. Xiao Yang slowly approached and said, "Didn't you notice? That bitch's trying to curry favor with you!" He then added with a sinister laugh, "But do n't be fooled by her looks, or you'll be devoured to the bone." I was completely focused on Xiao Yang's actions and had no time to think about what he was saying. He circled sofa, knowing it was pointless, and stared at it, seemingly about to jump over. It was the first time I'd ever been this close, face-to-face with someone holding a knife, and my palms were sweating with nervousness. Just as Xiao Yang was about to act, an alarm suddenly blared downstairs, accompanied by flashing multicolored lights that occasionally shone on the windows. This unexpected event made him stop, glance at the window, then turn to look at me, seemingly hesitant. "The police are coming up soon," I deliberately reminded him to intimidate Xiao Yang. But these words were like a fuse, completely enraging him. His eyes widened, and he stepped onto the sofa , ready to jump over. Although this startled me, I was prepared and kicked the sofa hard. The sofa creaked and slid backward, causing Xiao Yang to lose his balance and fall straight down in front of me, the knife slipping from his hand. He glanced up at me, reached for the knife, but I rushed forward and kicked it away. Watching the knife roll two meters away, Xiao Yang's eyes burned with anger and frustration. Worried he might continue his reckless behavior, I instinctively reached for the knife as well, but as soon as I took a step, he grabbed my back leg tightly, and I lost my balance and fell to the ground. Xiao Yang seized the opportunity to climb on top of me, and we instantly began to wrestle. For some reason, I was surprisingly calm at that moment, even recalling my first night with Qin Xue. Almost instinctively, I grabbed Xiao Yang's wrists with both hands, pressed my legs across my chest, and lowered my arms, using a move I'd learned from Qin Xue—a cross lock. Xiao Yang was completely caught off guard and initially tried to resist, but as I tightened my grip, he quickly cried out in pain. Before, when I fought with him, it was out of anger, but now that anger had subsided. The cause of today's events is still unknown. Up close , I saw a four- or five-centimeter-long knife wound on his palm, blood flowing from it. Not wanting to break his hand, I didn't use too much force, only enough to subdue him. After a standoff of about ten seconds, two policemen rushed in. They seemed slightly surprised to see me and Xiao Yang on the floor in the living room, but quickly separated us. Seeing the bloodstains and the knife on the floor, the two officers became wary and began asking who had called the police. I briefly explained the situation. They then questioned Xiao Yang, who counter-accused me of breaking into his house with a knife and stabbing him. Xiao Yang had a wound on his hand, and this was indeed his house. Faced with the police's questioning, I couldn't lie. Unable to immediately explain how the wound appeared, I could only say that I hadn't caused it. This explanation was weak. Facing their questioning and somewhat suspicious eyes, just as I felt utterly helpless, I suddenly remembered Gao Yue and immediately led them to the bedroom . After calling out for a long time and repeatedly confirming that it was me, Gao Yue finally opened the door. Perhaps still shaken from the shock...

Upon seeing me, she cried and threw herself into my arms. Xiao Yang was furious; if there hadn't been two police officers
present, he would have attacked me again.

With so many people around, I felt awkward and tried to calm Gao Yue down, explaining the situation. Gao Yue calmed
down , her eyes red, and explained what had happened. She had been chopping vegetables in the kitchen when Xiao Yang, after returning home, had somehow become
violent and tried to force himself on her. She resisted but failed and was slapped twice. During the struggle, the knife in her hand cut Xiao Yang
. Seeing the blood, he panicked, dropped the knife, and ran back to the bedroom, locking himself inside, leading to
the scene that followed.

Gao Yue's explanation cleared my name, and since I had called the police, the two officers chose to believe me, but I was
still called to the police station to give a statement.

The three of us were taken to the station, questioned, had to sign documents, and had our photos taken, which took over two hours. Ultimately, Xiao Yang and
Gao Yue were a couple, and nothing serious happened, but I was warned for my false accusation. He was arrogant and haughty in front of me
, but at the police station, Xiao Yang was incredibly obedient, smiling and
bowing .

Seeing that I hadn't returned home yet, my wife called. I lied and said I had something to do, discussing business with some friends,
and might be home late, telling her to go to sleep early. She didn't suspect anything, telling me to drink less and drive carefully before
hanging up. At that moment, I couldn't describe the feeling in my heart—a mix of guilt and helplessness. I didn't want to lie to her,
but I couldn't bring myself to say it.

Gao Yue and I left the police station first, while Xiao Yang remained inside to continue receiving verbal instruction. Neither of us drove.
I wanted to flag down a car to take her home, but she refused to go. Seeing her pale face, so frightened, I
couldn't bear it and could only find a hotel room for her.

The hotel was nice, with a separate toilet and bathroom in the room. Gao Yue, like a frightened kitten,
took off her clothes and crawled into bed as soon as she entered. I told her to get some rest and prepare to go home, but she said she was scared and wouldn't let go of my hand.
That pitiful, helpless look was a far cry from her usual noble, proud peacock; she resembled a
stray dog abandoned on the street in the dark, shivering in the cold wind—it was heartbreaking.

But over the years, I've rarely stayed out overnight, and with my wife at home, I'd promised to go back
. I was torn. Perhaps it was guilt towards Gao Yue, or perhaps I still had some lingering feelings for her, but I ultimately decided
to stay and keep her company.

I sat on the edge of the bed, and Gao Yue naturally rested her head on my lap. Her warm breath wafted through my pants and into my
body. At that moment, my heart skipped a beat. For some reason, I suddenly felt a woman's reliance
, a woman's entrustment, a woman's trust. I didn't know whether to accept this entrustment or to protect myself and
get away as soon as possible.

The room fell silent. We could hear each other's breathing, feel each other's heartbeats, and even our breathing
gradually synchronized. I gently stroked her long, loose hair, as if soothing a kitten
resting . She closed her eyes in contentment.

After a moment of silence, Gao Yue suddenly said, "I don't want to live such a life of fear anymore."

My heart skipped a beat. I looked down; her eyes were closed, her expression serene, making me almost think it was just my
imagination. But before I could relax, she continued softly, "Don't worry, I know you have a family. I'm not asking you to take responsibility."

Hearing this, I felt a bitter pang in my heart, a sense of self-reproach, yet I felt powerless.

"I just don't want to live like this anymore. I've had enough. If this continues, I'll break down sooner or later
," Gao Yue said, still with her eyes closed.

Chapter 553 The Long-Awaited Person 3

As I pondered how to comfort her, Gao Yue suddenly opened her eyes and asked, "Will you help me?"

"Help? Help with what?" This sudden question confused me.

"Help me leave Xiao Yang," Gao Yue said, looking at me vaguely.

A little taken aback, I hadn't expected this topic to come up. Looking at Gao Yue's expectant eyes, she
had probably thought about this countless times. Considering tonight's events, I could only go along with it and say, "If you really want to leave, just divorce him
."

"It's not that simple," Gao Yue said bitterly.

"What do you mean?" I was completely confused.

Gao Yue opened her mouth, but ultimately sighed, "Never mind, I don't want to talk about those upsetting things today."
She then closed her eyes.

I felt somewhat helpless, but seeing Gao Yue's frightened state, I didn't press her further. I sat quietly for half an hour, until
her breathing became even. I called her name twice, and seeing that she was asleep, I gently lifted her head and placed it
on the pillow.

Looking at Gao Yue, whose lips were tightly closed and whose brows occasionally furrowed, I felt a pang of pity. I smoothed
the hair and quietly left the room.

After settling Gao Yue in, I left the hotel. It was already past ten o'clock. My car was still in Gao Yue's apartment complex, so I had to take a taxi back
to get it. As soon as I got out of the car and entered the residential area, car lights came on behind me. I turned around and saw Xiao Yang
getting out taxi.

I ignored him and continued walking towards my car. Xiao Yang called out from behind, "Where did you hide that bitch
?"

"No need to tell you!" I opened the car door, ready to get in.

"You'll regret trusting that woman too much sooner or later," Xiao Yang said, looking at the wound wrapped in white bandage on his hand.

These words were like a thorn in my side, stuck in my throat. I hadn't intended to respond, but I couldn't help turning around and asking,
"What do you mean?"

Xiao Yang sneered, ignored me, and turned to walk towards the stairwell.

Watching Xiao Yang's disappearing figure, I guessed he was deliberately trying to use those words to sow discord between me and Gao Yue, to provoke
me into handing her over. I ignored him and drove away from the residential area.

I drove back quickly; it was late, and there weren't many cars on the road. Reflecting on tonight's events, I felt both
absurd and frightened.

Back downstairs, I saw a faint light shining through the curtains. I gently opened the door. The television flickered, and
my wife was already asleep on the sofa. She'd probably fallen asleep from exhaustion, without even a blanket, huddled
up in a ball, oblivious to the cold.

I tiptoed closer, crouching down beside the sofa. Gazing at her pretty face, I thought about lying to her
and about Gao Yue. A sense of bewilderment, self-reproach, and pain washed over me.

Although Xiao Yang had almost caused me to commit a grave mistake, no one had forced me into the Gao Yue affair; it was all my
revenge , perhaps with some selfish motives. I could only blame myself, and now I didn't know how to end it.

A chill swept in, and my wife shrank her small frame. I felt a pang of pity, yet I was powerless to help, and could only silently...
I decided I would never make the same mistake behind my wife's back again. I gently stroked her cheek and kissed her small lips. She
seemed to sense it, her lips trembling and her eyelashes fluttering.

Worried she might get cold, I gently picked her up. Just as I was about to move, she opened her eyes groggily, and
after seeing it was me, she smiled sweetly.

"Sleep!" I kissed her forehead.

My wife snuggled closer to me and closed her eyes again. I carried her back to the bedroom, gently placed her on the bed, covered her with
the blanket, and was about to turn around to wash up when she grabbed my clothes.

I turned around and saw her looking at me with open eyes. I clapped my hands lightly and said, "I'll be right back."

She didn't speak, but held on tightly. After a few seconds of this stalemate, I understood what she meant, and reluctantly took off my
clothes and climbed into bed. She smiled happily and snuggled into my arms, soon breathing evenly.

Whether it was because of that decision or seeing her dependence on me, I slept very soundly and
peacefully that night.

...

Anyway, I couldn't be too heartless. The next day, after dropping my wife off at work, I bought breakfast and went to visit Gao
Yue. She looked much better and was happy to see me, but said she didn't want to go to work or go home. I felt
helpless and could only go along with her.

I don't know when she came up with the idea, but Gao Yue said she wanted to separate from Xiao Yang and rent a place to
live alone. I wanted to persuade her, but I didn't say it.

Later, we went to a real estate agency. Although they charged a commission, they were efficient, and we found
a place we liked in just half a day. It was a neighborhood near the Zhouhe Bridge, with a view of the riverbank from the window. Perhaps at night, when the city quiets
down , we could even hear the river flowing.

The rent was about the same, and the utilities and renovations were all quite good. It seemed she was prepared for a long haul;
Gao Yue rented it for six months straight. Seeing her pay and sign without hesitation, I couldn't describe the feeling in my heart.

While Xiao Yang was at work, I went back with Gao Yue in the afternoon to move her things—clothes, not much else, but the only thing
that surprised me was the shoes. Those pairs of sky-high heels, taking up most of the closet, I roughly estimate there were at least
a hundred pairs. It seems her love for high heels is no joke.

Clothes and skirts are easy to carry; I just need a bag to pack them and carry them all at once. But these shoes
are treasures in Gao Yue's eyes. She insisted on putting each one in a shoebox, making them impossible to move. In the end
, I had to find a large cardboard box, and it took me three trips to finally move them all.

I was almost exhausted on the way. After helping Gao Yue deliver all her things to her rented apartment and helping her unpack, the whole day was gone
in a flurry of activity . For some reason, she was very excited after moving out, her face
beaming with joy as she tidied the apartment. Once everything was in order, she even said she wanted to cook for me and invited me to stay for dinner.

However, thinking of my wife at home, I politely declined. Guessing my hesitation, Gao Yue looked slightly disappointed, but
she didn't insist. She saw me downstairs and invited me to visit sometime, which I accepted with a smile.

On the way home, I put all of this out of my mind. Perhaps feeling guilty, worried about leaving any clues, I checked myself thoroughly before
entering the house to make sure there were no mistakes.

My wife was already cooking. Seeing me come home, she smiled and told me to wash up and eat right away. Her smile
really made me happy, making me forget everything else; all I could think about was her.

I went closer to the kitchen, intending to see what she had cooked, but she ruthlessly chased me out. However,
I did get a little something out of it; I hugged her and kissed her twice. At first, she resisted, but how could she escape my intimate knowledge of her body?
She quickly fell into the web of tenderness I had woven.

If I hadn't smelled the slightly burnt food in the pot later, she would have completely forgotten about the kitchen.
Her face was flushed from the kisses, full of shyness. Watching her frantically trying to salvage the food in the pot, I smiled smugly.
This earned me a scolding from her, and she chased me out of the kitchen, both embarrassed and angry.

I was content with getting a little something extra, so I obediently went to wash up. After a day of moving and manual labor, I was exhausted
and starving. My wife looked surprised to see me eat three or four bowls of food, but I told her it was because she
cooked so well. She didn't suspect anything and happily helped me with my food, urging me to eat more.

After we finished eating, she wanted to take me out for a walk, but I didn't have the energy. I made an excuse that it was too cold
outside . Amid her protests, I forcibly pulled her to the sofa and held her while we watched TV.
Perhaps enjoying the intimacy, she obediently quieted down and stopped making a fuss.

She loves watching melodramatic soap operas, especially South Korean ones, which I find uninteresting.
So she watched, I took the opportunity to tease her, eliciting soft moans and resistance from her. The evening
ended in this struggle. By the time the drama ended, she was flushed, exhausted, and curled up in my arms like a boiled lobster.

The time was ripe, and the obstacle between us was finally gone. I turned off the TV, picked her up, and rushed to the bedroom.
She was already impatient, perhaps sensing my desire and enjoying it. On the way, she hugged my neck,
giggling incessantly.

After placing my wife on the bed, perhaps aroused by the teasing, she made no attempt to conceal her desire.
While I was undressing, she deliberately spread her legs as if she couldn't wait, and right in front of me, slipped her small hand under her nightgown.

...

Chapter 554 Gentle Temptation 1

My wife's actions made me unconsciously slow down. My eyes widened, fixed on the few finger marks taut on her panties, gently rubbing at the
entrance .

This stimulation, this deliberate teasing and seduction, left my mind blank. Perhaps it was
the stimulation of being stared at like this that made her quickly become intoxicated, her eyes glazed, biting her lip and letting out soft breaths. The finger marks under her panties
moved more vigorously and frequently.

I swallowed hard, clearly hearing the gurgling sound of saliva. Whether she was truly unable to bear the itch or
deliberately seducing me, her intoxicated eyes looked back at me, filled with desire and longing. She kept gently twisting her waist,
as if she couldn't resist and was welcoming me, the look of inviting me into her trap unmistakable.

This direct visual impact made my mind explode, my vision blurred, and my ears rang. Her heavy
breathing made my own breathing rapid, and her small hands moving under her panties stimulated my lower body, causing it to swell. There
was no need for foreplay; my desire surged rapidly, reaching its peak.

I quickly ripped off my clothes and pounced on her. She gasped in surprise, then giggled.
Tonight, she had indeed succeeded; she had not only successfully aroused my desire but also completely captivated me, making me willingly submit to her.
Beneath her skirt

, I lifted her white nightgown, impatient like a greedy wild dog, tracing my fingers down her forehead, biting at
her lips. She playfully bit back, occasionally teasing me with her tongue.

I kissed and licked her white, delicate skin. Perhaps stimulated by my passion, she tickled and giggled
as she dodged away. We traversed mountains, lingered in deep ravines, crossed plains, and glided into the secluded forest.

As my fingers gripped the two straps, my eyes sparkling as I gazed at her, her eyes also gleamed with passion,
seemingly encouraging me as she looked back. A smile played on her lips, my fingers slowly sliding down, my heart pounding with excitement. I couldn't explain
why ; it felt like unveiling the mystery of Velas.

The dark forest, the pink spring—everything was so perfect, so alluring, so intoxicating, so unforgettable.
In her burning, slightly shy, and fearful eyes, I slowly lowered my head to soothe her. The touch was delicate and
sensitive, as if I were gently caressing Velas's skin. She trembled slightly in surprise at my touch, which made me even more
tender and careful, as if I were gently polishing a masterpiece.

My actions made her tense yet happy, yearning. Her breathing quickened, and she closed her eyes in a daze, as if
enjoying it, or perhaps feeling it. Her legs would occasionally close and relax, her waist twisting slightly in response.

Her responses were like rewards, encouraging me to scrub even harder, eager to wipe away all the dust and
make it shine. The spring was warm and moist, the water clear and sweet, making me feel completely relaxed, unable to stop.

Perhaps unable to bear the stimulation, her little hands flailing, she opened her hazy eyes and looked at me, her eyes full of longing making me
understand . I excitedly turned around, waiting for her report.

Even though I had tried it before, every touch from that little mouth gave me a different sensation. It was as delicate as
silk, both warm and sweet. Rolling into it felt like my whole body was enveloped, gently rubbed and cleansed.
All worries and anxieties vanished, leaving me refreshed and invigorated, experiencing an indescribable joy.

We stimulated each other, like a competition, or perhaps a response. Each time I thrust harder,
she would open her mouth, forcibly taking in a bit more. I growled, and she moaned softly. My involuntary movements
caused to arch her back involuntarily.

Although it was pleasurable, joyful, and the atmosphere warm, it couldn't satisfy us. Instead, it only made our
bodies feel increasingly empty, yearning for comfort. Soon, I couldn't take it anymore. Almost simultaneously, I
looked up and turned, and she opened her legs, assuming the position.

My eyes were filled with desire, my face beaming with joy; her eyes were passionate, and her lips curved into a smile. Gazing into each other's eyes
, I slowly approached and thrust in. There was no resistance, no need for assistance. As I penetrated deeper, the smile on her lips
widened, and she slowly closed her eyes, revealing an expression of enjoyment.

I, too, received immense satisfaction, gently withdrawing like a soft breeze, until the edge slipped back in.
The process was slow and meticulous, yet each time it reached the deepest point. Each time it fully penetrated, she unconsciously tightened
her legs , as if being assaulted. Her small mouth was slightly open, a bittersweet smile playing on her lips, accompanied by
heavy breathing. At that moment, I could feel a complete blockage, more frustrating than holiday traffic, yet also
satisfying and liberating.

As I withdrew, her expression slowly relaxed, but quickly returned with a sense of dissatisfaction. The clearing of the road naturally brought
joy and gratitude, but the continued congestion ahead made me anxious.

There were no long screams, only heavy breathing; no torrential downpours, no relentless rush, only
a leisurely stroll , a tranquil breeze. This slow rhythm brought us immense pleasure, allowing us to more carefully
experience every subtle change in each other, every bit of joy.

Holding her slender waist, each movement elicited a response from her, filling me with immense joy and surprise. From her eyes and
body, I could sense her desire, like a blade of grass eagerly awaiting spring rain, impatient to grow and bloom.

Although I also longed for fulfillment, I desired to extend this connection forever,
to keep us in this dreamlike, indistinguishable world for eternity.

The frequency remained unchanged, the posture unchanged, yet with the passage of time, each breath grew heavier
and longer , like the culmination of a 10,000-meter race. The response grew unconsciously stronger; my hands slowly slid across her waist,
kneading deeply. She seemed to crave closer, slowly twisting and yielding.

There was no tension, no intensity, only an unprecedented harmony. She would sometimes bite her lip and shake her head, sometimes gaze into my
eyes. We felt not only our bodies communicating, but also our spirits, our souls, merging,
intertwining.

The feeling was incomparably wonderful. Each touch brought satisfied smiles; she encouraged me, I
burned . We ignited the spark of each other's lives, gazing upon its brilliance, awaiting its fading.

This complete immersion could not last long; soon our bodies began to heat up. We needed no words;
a single glance was enough to know each other's needs, whether they were met. She seemed to sense my state, her eyes
blazing with passion , and she writhed even more intensely.

The obstruction in front of her, the constant squeezing, the slight pain from bending, all sent electric
shocks through my body and mind, a tingling numbness that brought unparalleled pleasure. My panting, so satisfied, seemed to ignite the fire within her as well, a burning ache in her senses.
She would occasionally lick her parched lips, exhaling heavily.

We both knew we were about to erupt, to burn out completely. Suddenly, she rose, hooking her arms around my neck and pulling me
down . I embraced her soft, white body tightly, feeling the changes within each other,
the shifts in our body temperatures, as if our bodies had become one.

I touched her gently, each time striking her clitoris. Her brow furrowed slightly, but a strange light shone in her eyes. We
would occasionally bite lightly, tease each other, gazing directly into each other's eyes, clearly seeing the sparks dancing within them.

Our breathing grew increasingly rapid and heavy. Finally, we could see the source of the traffic jam, about to escape this long line. We
looked at each other, slowly increasing our pace and force. The slight crackling sound finally came, brief and rapid,
like celebrating the impending freedom.

We stared at each other, unblinking, as if each wanted to remember the other's expression at the moment of explosion.
The flames .

With a deafening roar, the world spun, the heavens and earth shattered. She bit her lip, her brows furrowed, but
her eyes widened, filled with a kaleidoscope of colors. I also gritted my teeth, exhaling heavily the breath that had been suppressed in my heart for so long. Still thrusting
, she held my head tightly, kissing me passionately, as if craving, demanding more warmth.

Body and soul soared freely, soaring in the unknown world. In this world, we could
smell each other's scent, see each other's faces, and even touch each other's bodies. All of this was both real and
illusory, both satisfying and unforgettable, yet also leaving us with disappointment and anticipation.

...

Chapter 555 Gentle Temptation 2

The electric sensation slowly faded with time, but the warmth of our bodies and the love in our hearts continued
to comfort . I slowly slid off my wife. She still held me tightly, her eyes closed, seemingly still
savoring the experience.

I gently stroked her smooth back, her tender arms, and her soft breasts. Whether it was from the intense battle and
improved , or from being moisturized, her skin was now delicate, snow-white, and as tender as tofu, as if it would melt and
crumble at the slightest touch.

After a long while, my wife slowly opened her eyes, gazing at me with burning passion, and said, "It felt so good!"

"How good?" I asked deliberately, secretly pleased.

"I haven't felt this way in a long time!" My wife smiled shyly, then hugged me and kissed me.

"You climaxed?" I asked, somewhat surprised, enjoying her passion.

"..." My wife blushed and didn't speak, but the look in her eyes told me everything.

I had indeed reached a rare high, but I hadn't expected her to be so excited as to say such a thing. Seeing
her still lost in ecstasy, and recalling our initial teasing, I couldn't help but ask, "What happened? You seem to be in a very high
mood ."

My wife smiled at me, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Qian Hao told me about his story with Li Qiuyue last time!"

Somewhat puzzled, thinking of Li Qiuyue's past and that incident involving Deng Yi, my heart skipped a beat, and I
couldn't help but ask, "What did he tell you?"

"I heard about their love." My wife looked at me, her eyes full of passion.

"What love?" I was a little confused.

"He made me realize that if you truly love someone, you can really transcend physical boundaries." My wife said earnestly.

"What do you mean?" I was completely bewildered.

"Qian Hao told me that when he first met Li Qiuyue, he knew she was a public relations manager. He
hesitated and wavered, and because of this, they broke up and got back together several times."
His wife added with a hint of bitterness.

After Deng Yi's affair was exposed, although Li Qiuyue told me she loved Qian Hao and didn't want to lose him,
she didn't mention her past with him. I asked curiously, "So how did they get together?"

"It was because Qian Hao's investments failed. He lost all his savings and incurred a lot of debt. Desperate
, he even considered suicide to escape. Li Qiuyue, who had already broken up with him, rushed back to his side,
comforting him every day and using all her savings to help him pay off his debts. This not only moved him but also made him realize that if you love someone,
you should accept everything about them. That's why he let go of everything and married Li Qiuyue without hesitation." His wife, a
sentimental person, had her eyes redden as she spoke of their love.

"You should be happy for them," I said, gently stroking her cheek.

My wife looked at me and nodded, smiling as she asked, "For love, a man can make such a great sacrifice. We're
luckier than them. Since we love each other, we should cherish it even more, right?"

"Yes!" I was a little helpless at my wife's naiveté, but I still nodded earnestly. Worried that she might overthink things,
I kissed her forehead and said, "Go to sleep, you have to go to work tomorrow!"

My wife enjoyed my tenderness, smiling as she obediently closed her eyes. But a ripple stirred within me. Her personality meant she was
destined to be an easily hurt woman. All I could offer was more tenderness and care, and work hard to make things better.

...

A few days passed peacefully. The company's performance was impressive. If things continued this way, perhaps next quarter's performance could
barely keep up with Guangying, the weakest of the three major travel companies. This result truly surprised me. This was just a pilot project;
there was still a lot of room for expansion. I even started considering whether to expand the project further once it matured
.

As the saying goes, fortune and misfortune are intertwined; I wonder if that's really true. Last night I spent most of the night with my wife,
but I was woken up early this morning by a phone call from Sun Xueyong, asking me to come to the company. I asked a few questions, and he replied that someone was
sabotaging the company and that I should investigate. His tone suggested it was urgent; the company was on
a roll and couldn't afford any mistakes, or all their previous efforts would be wasted.

I hurriedly got out of bed, making a noise that woke my wife. She wondered why I was up so early and told me
there was something at the company, urging me to sleep. She didn't even have time to wash her face before leaving. Since I was up, she couldn't sleep,
offering to make me breakfast before I left. Without explaining much, I pressed her back into bed, letting her sleep a little longer,
and rushed out.

It wasn't rush hour, so the roads were relatively clear, and I drove quickly. When I arrived at the company, several early-arriving
employees were already standing at the entrance. Approaching curiously, I saw bloodstains on the iron gate, and a dead cat lying about half a meter away.
The cat looked like it had drowned, completely soaked, and quite frightening.

Seeing me arrive, everyone seemed to find their anchor and huddled around me. I asked Sun Xueyong, "What happened?"

Sun Xueyong gestured to Xu Ying, who opened the shop every day. I turned to look; Xu Ying seemed frightened and was
standing , who was gently comforting her. Judging from her frightened appearance, I figured I wouldn't get any information out of her now.

Realizing that a sudden glimpse might be scary, but looking at it for a while wouldn't hurt, I found a discarded newspaper nearby, wrapped the dead cat
in it, and instructed Sun Xueyong, "Wash the blood off the door first, then open the shop." There might
be , and I didn't want them to see this.

Sun Xueyong nodded and began to work.

"Qiqi, help Sister Xu inside first." After giving the order, I reassured the others, "It's alright, probably just
some drunk people playing a prank. Go to work."

Although they had their doubts, the others obediently went to work, but their expressions were somewhat grim. I still didn't know
what had happened, so I didn't say anything more and threw the cat into a trash can on the street.

When I came back, the blood on the door had been washed away. I called Sun Xueyong into my office and asked, "What
happened?"

Sun Xueyong sat opposite me, looking somewhat helpless. After thinking for a moment, he said, "It happened a couple of days ago. At the time,
there was only a little blood on the door. Xu Ying thought someone had accidentally dropped something, so she cleaned it up herself and just briefly reported
it to me. I saw that she was fine, so I didn't think much of it and didn't tell you. Who knew there would be so much blood on the door today,
and a dead cat was missing? It seems this wasn't an accident."

"I know it wasn't an accident." I was a little annoyed. How could something like this be an accident? I then
asked, "Has there been any activity outside lately?"

Sun Xueyong thought for a while before asking suspiciously, "It seems like someone is waging a price war against us. A few days ago, I overheard a
customer complaining that someone else was offering tickets for the same destination for tens of yuan cheaper than us."

"Who?" This made me even more suspicious and wary. To regain some advantage, we had calculated and saved on
various costs, practically fixing our ticket prices. How could someone possibly be so much cheaper than us? I was also a little annoyed
that they had to wait until now to tell me this.

"I didn't check. From what that person said, it seemed to be a small travel agency," Sun Xueyong recalled.

Judging from his expression, he didn't seem sad at all. I reminded him, "Have you forgotten about Tang Jun's matter from a few days ago?
The company is just starting to pick up, don't be careless. Go check it out." Sun Xueyong nodded, got up and left. I called him back, saying,
"By the way, in the future, I need to know about this kind of thing immediately."

Watching Sun Xueyong leave the office, I felt somewhat helpless. Internal management, tourism planning, and expansion
were indeed very good at Sun Xueyong, but he wasn't very adept at business competition and interpersonal relationships.
I couldn't blame , with his talent, he wouldn't have been forced into a corner.

I thought about this matter carefully. Since we suppressed Tang Jun's side last time, no one had caused trouble. Why did
someone suddenly appear again? And this matter felt a bit strange, but I couldn't quite put my finger on what was wrong.
It seemed that Finding the person who splashed blood outside the door was the most direct and effective method at the moment.
Getting information from him would be faster than investigating.

Naturally, I had to ask Liao Yunsong for this; he's good at this kind of stakeout and investigation. I called him, and
he seemed to be still in bed, speaking listlessly. I explained the situation to him, and upon hearing there was business coming in, he
immediately perked up and readily agreed.

Chapter 556 Her Body is Warm 1

This matter is still at a loss; we can only wait for the results. Perhaps sensing our reaction,
Liao Yunsong drove around the streets every night, but after three days there was still no movement, making one suspect it was truly
an accident.

Just in case, I asked Liao Yunsong to stake out for two more days. However, my doubts lessened considerably. That
afternoon, Gao Yue suddenly called, saying she wanted to thank me for my help the other day and invited me to her home for dinner. Worried about
something going wrong, I initially wanted to make an excuse to decline, saying it was just a small matter and not to worry about it. But she insisted it was just for dinner,
and said she had specially prepared a lot of dishes and had already chilled the wine.

Not wanting Gao Yue to be too disappointed, I had no choice but to drive over after work. I must say, this location was really well chosen.
It's near the river, with shady trees on both sides, and colorful lights hanging from the trees twinkling in various colors. Driving through it felt a bit
like being in a fairytale world.

Although I'm here, I've had a bit of a knot in my heart the whole way. Whether it's because of my wife or because of myself,
I can't say for sure. I hesitated outside Gao Yue's door, unsure of what to do, when the door suddenly opened.

Gao Yue stood in the doorway, a charming smile on her lips, but her eyes were filled with anger. "I knew you were afraid to come in!"

"Uh! How did you know I was here?" I was a little stunned and changed the subject .

"I've been waiting for you by the window! I saw your car parked downstairs, but you didn't come for ages." Gao
Yue said angrily.

"Uh! I..." I awkwardly tried to think of an excuse.

"Come in!" Gao Yue stepped aside. I stood in the doorway, still hesitant.

"What, it's only been a few days, and I've turned into a tiger?" Gao Yue curled her lips, the anger in her eyes
intensifying.

"Of course not, where have you been?" I retorted.

"Then come in quickly, or do you want others to see me standing at the door dressed like this?" Gao Yue commanded
.

Her words were meaningful, and I couldn't help but look at her. A wine-red silk slip dress—
whether intentionally styled or not, it was undeniably visually striking. Not just because of the eye-catching
red, but also because of the effect of the close-fitting silk on Gao Yue.

The straps weren't very low, but against her magnificent breasts, they were completely stretched open. If it weren't for the matching
coat, not only her breasts, but even her nipples would probably be clearly visible. The silk coat was also quite alluring; the belt cinched her waist,
concealing her chest, while the shoulders featured several openwork flowers, like a see-through garment, revealing glimpses of her snow-white shoulders,
hazy and indistinct.

Even more breathtaking was her lower body—she wore only cute furry slippers, her long, shapely white legs
on full display. I suspected she had just showered; her skin glowed with a dewy, rosy sheen, like freshly polished
mutton-fat jade, making me want to pinch it.

Men can be so unreasonable sometimes. One moment I hesitated about coming, but faced with this sight,
the next I felt the trip was worthwhile. I couldn't quite describe my feelings as I entered Gao Yue's house.

Gao Yue smiled happily, closing the door and saying, "The food is all served. Please sit for a while; I'll go get the wine."

"It's alright, I'll just eat some food; no need for wine." I was still a little conflicted, worried that I wouldn't be
able to control myself if I drank too much. Even without wine, I was already almost losing control, and as I spoke, my eyes unconsciously stole glances at Gao Yue.

The silk was already quite form-fitting, and with every step, it flowed, revealing her curves. Her snow-white buttocks occasionally
peeked out from under the hem of her skirt, and upon closer inspection, I could sometimes see the edge of a small piece of pink, sheer fabric.
My mind involuntarily conjured up images of that perfect body. It was better not to think about it; once I started, I couldn't stop, and erotic thoughts
began to . My gaze followed her figure until she disappeared through the kitchen doorway.

A short while later, Gao Yue emerged from the kitchen, swirling a golden wine bottle in her hand, and said with a smile, "Let's try
this tonight!"

From the moment she came out, my attention was focused on that bottle of wine. A little uncertainly, I asked, "Ice wine?"

"Hehe, not bad!" Perhaps surprised that I recognized her, Gao Yue sat down across the table and laughed. Before
I could even express my surprise, she poured me a glass, saying, "Try it first!"

I hesitated slightly, but couldn't resist picking up my glass. Since meeting Ye Ziyan and joining the club,
I'd already drunk quite a bit of wine. To avoid being left out of the conversation during breaks, I'd frantically studied wine knowledge, and
ice wine was one of them.

Legend has it that ice wine originated in Germany in 1794, when the Franconia vineyards in the German-Austrian region suffered a devastating flood in late autumn .
A sudden frost froze the grapevines, leaving them frozen on the vines. To salvage some of the losses, the winemaker
pressed the carefully harvested frozen grapes and fermented them using traditional local methods. Unexpectedly, the resulting wine was
not only full-bodied but also refreshing, crisp, sweet without being cloying, and bursting with fruity aromas. To celebrate this great
discovery, the wine was named ice wine. Although many countries now produce ice wine, German ice wine
remains . I savored the wine in my mouth, slowly swallowing it.

Gao Yue blinked expectantly

, her playful expression endearing. It gave me a strange feeling, a feeling I'd seen somewhere before,
like two close children, one showing the other their discovery.

"Sweet and mellow, as sweet as honey, not cloying at all, even more captivating than the rumors say!" I exclaimed sincerely. Though the wine
was gone, its aroma lingered in my mouth, stimulating my taste buds, as if I were drinking endlessly.

"Hehe! I went to great lengths to get this, I was even reluctant to drink it myself! Now it seems it was worth it!"
Gao Yue happily poured me some wine, looking satisfied, like someone who had finally received praise from a friend after offering up a precious treasure.

"Why get something so expensive?" I said helplessly. Ice wine is known as liquid gold, so its price
is naturally high. More importantly, the production conditions are demanding, and the output is low, so getting a bottle of the real thing is not easy.

"Thank you!" Gao Yue said matter-of-factly while pouring herself some wine, and as if afraid I would object,
she added "It's also to celebrate!"

"Celebrate what?" I asked, a little confused.

"Celebrate my successful escape from Xiao Yang!" Gao Yue said seriously, and then raised her glass. "Cheers!"

She was in high spirits and full of excitement, so I naturally couldn't spoil the fun and raised my glass to clink glasses with hers.

After finishing my wine, Gao Yue diligently served me some food, saying, "Try my cooking." I

had just taken a bite of the stir-fried pork kidneys.

"How is it?" Gao Yue asked eagerly, her face full of anticipation.

"Fresh and tender," I nodded in approval.

"Hehe, try this too..." Gao Yue smiled happily and put another piece of spicy chicken on my plate.

It was no use refusing; I was forced to try all the dishes. To be honest, they all tasted good. I really hadn't realized
this woman was such a good cook. I couldn't help but ask, "Did you make all of this?"

"What's wrong? Don't you believe me?" Gao Yue pouted, dissatisfied.

"Of course not, it was just an accident!" I explained, worried she might come up with some strange idea.

"I know a lot more than you do! There's so much you don't know!" Gao Yue said.

Suddenly, I realized that chatting with Gao Yue after we got to know each other was quite fun. I raised my glass and said, "For example?"

"I can weave and embroider, and I'm skilled in music, chess, calligraphy, painting, and all kinds of instruments," Gao Yue said proudly.

"A woman like that exists in the world?" I countered.

"Hmph, don't believe me if you don't want to!" Gao Yue pouted and took a sip of her drink.

We chatted for a while, the atmosphere relaxed, and thankfully, the topics I was worried about didn't come up; it was all about
everyday . Whether it was the good wine, her beauty, or just the way we got along, I've forgotten after a few rounds, but the bottle
slowly emptied.

Gao Yue's fair face flushed, her eyes misted over, and she began to speak more freely.
Perhaps because she was really hot, she suddenly tossed her hair, loosened her belt, and took off her nightgown

in front of me. The previously carefully concealed scenery was instantly revealed. I can't say if it was the effects of the alcohol,
or just my nature, but my gaze instantly focused on her deep collarbone, the snow-white skin of her chest, the deep
cleavage that seemed to stretch endlessly, and what made my mouth dry was the prominent nipples bulging out of her nightgown.

Even knowing she wasn't wearing a bra, once I confirmed it, I couldn't control myself; my body instantly burned.
I swallowed hard; there was no mirror in front of me, so I don't know if my eyes turned red at that moment.

...

Chapter 557 Her Body Was Warm 2

"You don't mind me like this, do you? I like to be comfortable at home." Gao Yue asked, her face flushed. Before I could answer, she
muttered to herself.

"Uh, it's okay." I shook my head. What could I say after she said that? But it was just another way
out. Who wouldn't like a woman like that?

"Hehe, it's rare to be happy. Come on, cheers." Gao Yue happily raised her glass.

In the past, Gao Yue would sometimes delay drinking. I didn't understand why she was so generous today. I guessed that she was genuinely
happy and raised her glass to drink with me.

The saying "It's not the wine that intoxicates, but the person" is sometimes really true. I couldn't tell if it was the alcohol or the magnificent
scenery . After only a few drinks, I felt a little tipsy. Even when I looked at Gao Yue in front of me, she seemed a little
hazy and unreal. Occasionally, I had the illusion that she was waving at me and smiling sweetly.

I shook my head to clear my mind of the fantasy. The bottle of wine was slowly emptied. Gao Yue wasn't much better off. Her face was flushed, and
even the large expanse of white skin on her chest was covered with a blush. Perhaps she was also a little drunk, her movements becoming more unrestrained, frequently wiping
the wine stains from the corners of her mouth and tossing her long hair over her shoulder.

These actions were more intoxicating than glass after glass of wine. Alcohol could be resisted, but
how many men could resist such a person, such a scene?

As they chatted about everything under the sun, the last glass of wine was poured. Gao Yue was probably really drunk, as she
swayed as she stood up, raised her glass, and said, "One last glass, to thank you for taking care of me these past few days."

"Don't say thank you!" I felt a little overwhelmed by her words.

"It's from the bottom of my heart." Gao Yue smiled slightly, a little drunk, and then downed the glass.

She was too emotional, drank too fast, and the wine trickled down her chin, dripping onto her snow-white skin. The splash of water,
before my eyes, felt like a million volts, sending shivers down my spine, my blood pressure soaring, my blood
boiling violently.

Perhaps it was accidental, or perhaps she simply didn't care, but the wine stains continued to slide down, soaking a large area of her snow-white
clothes. The silk clung to her chest, revealing her curves in a rosy hue. This series of actions was like a series of evil
spells, awakening the demon within me. I could even clearly feel it resurrecting in my heart, slowly
regaining its power, determined to defeat my reason and bury it on the spot.

The liquid in the glass slowly dwindled, and just as she was about to drink the last bit, Gao Yue seemed to have drunk too quickly and suddenly choked. She
put down the glass, covered her mouth, and coughed violently.

At that moment, I couldn't say whether it was a conditioned reflex or something else, but I quickly got up, gently patted her back, and helped her
catch her breath. She coughed for a long time, seemingly in great discomfort, her face flushed red, a look of pain on her face.

Feeling a pang of pity, I scolded, "If you can't drink, don't drink so much."

Gao Yue didn't say anything, and it took her a while to catch her breath. With a pained expression, she wiped the wine stains from her chest and said, "I'm sorry,
I was just happy."

I didn't hear what she said at all, because my attention was focused on her hands.
The violent shaking of her snow-white skin as she was handled felt like I'd been forced to drink a pound of liquor, making me dizzy and unsteady. Along
with this series of changes, my hands, which were resting on her back, unconsciously slowed down, and I began to feel. The silk was very thin, and
I could clearly feel the delicate, soft skin underneath. In that instant, the atmosphere changed 180 degrees,
becoming ambiguous, hazy, and indistinct.

Gao Yue ignored my intrusive gaze and actions, instead looking back at me with burning desire.
Her red lips were slightly parted, and her chest heaved violently, causing the silk fabric to sway up and down. The small, wet nipples clung tightly to the fabric,
incredibly alluring.

I couldn't tell if I was approaching, or if she was slowly approaching. Anyway, we got closer and closer until I
could smell her fragrance and see her sliding tongue through her slightly parted lips.

I'm not a dull person; I actually knew Gao Yue was doing it on purpose when I opened the door. But that's how men are—
when faced with a beautiful woman they've fallen for, even knowing it, they can't tear themselves away, unwilling to leave.

Our red lips finally met, sweet and smooth, like savoring a piece of boiled tofu. She was passionate; the moment
we touched, she parted my teeth, her tongue actively exploring, sucking and teasing.

I felt like I'd fallen into a warm ocean, completely comfortable, unwilling to get up. My hands, resting on her back, tightened
unconsciously Whether it was the alcohol or desire, she was as hot as a burning ember, not only wanting to ignite me
but also to burn me to ashes. As if infected, her hands roamed over my body, caressing and grasping.

My body grew hotter and hotter, the room filled with a hazy, passionate atmosphere. My hands impatiently lifted the silk fabric, doing what I'd long wanted to do:
climbing up that majestic peak, kneading and squeezing it heavily, retaliating against its seduction and provocation. Watching it
change shape in my hands brought an indescribable pleasure, a feeling of successful revenge.

She seemed to have been waiting for my advances; the moment my hands began to knead, she breathed cold air into my ear, letting out
a soft moan, her hot breath spraying my neck. This made me feel hot all over. While gently biting her earlobe, my other hand slid down
her skirt to caress and squeeze that deep abyss.

She offered no resistance to my advances; instead, she clung to me, one long leg wrapped around mine
, rubbing against me demandingly.

Kneading, squeezing, probing—each in turn—she quickly blushed, panting heavily. Her hand slowly slid down to
my waist, reaching for my lower body. The already aroused head was grasped in her hand, responding with a gentle stroke, before being eagerly
withdrawn.

At that moment, it felt like an electric shock, yet for some reason, a sudden clarity washed over me.
The image of my wife waiting at home involuntarily flashed through my mind, as if she were looking at me right now. In a panic, I pushed Gao Yue away.

"What's wrong?" Gao Yue, still lost in her own world, asked breathlessly, her face blank.

"Nothing, sorry, I suddenly remembered I have something to do, I have to go!" I shook my head, turned, and fled towards
the door.

"Sigh..." Things had changed so quickly; Gao Yue was still somewhat dazed.

I hastily fled Gao Yue's house, running downstairs. The cold wind instantly sobered me up considerably, and the heat was
driven away by the chill. I glanced back at Gao Yue's room; the light was still on in the window. I got back into my car, took out
the cigarettes I usually kept in the car, and lit one. Perhaps it was because I wasn't used to the taste, but I always felt the cigarette was a bit strong, and I
often choked on it. After finishing one, my mind calmed down considerably, and I drove away.

As dusk approached, the streets were less crowded than before. I opened the car window slightly, hoping the wind would disperse the smoke
inside . I drove slowly; going too fast was a bit chilly. However, driving along this tree-lined road, watching the leaves flutter in the wind,
had a touch of romance. Just as I was slowly picking up speed, closing the window, and preparing to leave the area,
a caught my attention. To be precise, there seemed to be a familiar figure in the group. Slowing down
and passing by, a few people turned and glanced at me.

The figure was surrounded by the crowd, indistinct and unclear. I thought it was just my imagination, so I increased speed and
closed the window. But for some reason, after driving a short distance, I couldn't resist stopping. I couldn't help but want to confirm it.
After a few seconds of thought, I finally turned my head back.

Chapter 558 Her Body Was Cold 1

The car pulled over to the side of the road. Before even getting close to the crowd, I could hear the laughter and chatter from the outer edges.

"Drink, drink up!"

"What, what, you think, you think I can't drink anymore?"

Rushing to the edge of the crowd, she saw five young men in their early twenties surrounding a scantily clad woman.
To be precise, her top had been removed, leaving her only in a black bra. Despite the cold weather, her skin was
red from the cold, but she seemed oblivious. The woman held a bottle of liquor, then raised it and gulped down several mouthfuls.

"Wow! Good!" The young men clapped enthusiastically.

The woman seemed drunk, laughing at the applause. Her long hair was disheveled, but upon closer inspection,
her face was vaguely discernible: thin lips, slightly upturned eyebrows—it was indeed her. Although she had only met me once,
that encounter remained vivid in her memory. The image of her coldly turning away still lingered in her heart.

"Hey, this is the third bottle already! Can you still drink? If you can, we'll go buy you some more!"
A young man with dyed blond hair, closest to the woman in the crowd, asked with a smile. He was holding two pieces of clothing, which looked like the woman's
coats .

"No, no problem, how many do you want?" the woman said, pausing to let out a burp before continuing, "I,
I can only drink so much, hehe..."

One of the blond-haired young men winked at another companion, who understood and excitedly
turned to go to a shop on the street to buy more alcohol.

I hesitated for a moment, feeling a bit resentful, but since I had seen it, I couldn't just stand by and do nothing. After all, these
young men didn't seem like good people, and any man would understand their intentions. I squeezed into the crowd and deliberately
asked the woman, "What are you doing here?"

Hearing my voice, everyone turned to look at me. The woman seemed a little dazed, looking up at me without reacting at all,
perhaps not remembering me.

Seeing that the woman didn't speak, the blond-haired young man asked, "Who are you?"

"I'm her friend, who are you?" I lied.

"She's my girlfriend! We're drinking here!" the blond young man said, putting his arm around her.
The woman's waist.

"Girlfriend, hehe..." She seemed truly drunk; oblivious to the advances, she even
pointed at the young man and laughed foolishly. She was a far cry from her former independence and strength; instead, she resembled a
streetwalker, a woman of the night.

"Take your hand off her. Do you even know her name? Girlfriend, my foot!"
I scoffed at the young man's nonsense.

"Why would I tell you if I knew? Who do you think you are, trying to act tough? Do you think I'm stupid? You
don't even know her name, but I know what you're thinking." The young man didn't back down.

"I don't want to get involved with you guys." I grabbed the woman's hand, trying to pull her away from the blond young man's embrace.

"What are you doing! Trying to be a hero and snatch the spoils from us?" The young man blocked me, shoving me
aside and gesturing to the others, "You'll have to ask my friends if they agree first!" With that, the others
all gathered around.

"The drinks are here!" The young man who went into the store to buy drinks returned, looking somewhat bewildered at the scene.

I also gripped the woman's hand tightly, and the group remained locked in a tense standoff, almost on the verge of exploding. I was
a little annoyed, but to be honest, although I was a few years older than these people, facing five or six of them still
made me uneasy. Who knew if these guys were out of their minds?

In the tense standoff, as I was preparing myself and thinking of a solution, the group suddenly looked towards the street. I
turned around too, and a patrol car with flashing lights drove by. The group exchanged glances, and I seized the opportunity to pull the woman away
and grab the clothes from the young man's hand. Although unwilling, they had no choice but to turn and slowly drive away.

"Where did you find her?" I asked, seizing the opportunity.

"Why are you asking us? Don't get me wrong. On our way home, she just went crazy, drunkenly
bumped into us, and asked us to buy her drinks," the blond young man said without turning his head.

Although I didn't get a reply, I felt a sense of relief watching them leave.

"Hey, hehe, I recognize you!" For some reason, the woman leaned closer to look at me, laughed
, and then raised the bottle, saying, "Come on, let's drink together!"

"Okay, okay, you've had too much to drink!" Somewhat annoyed, I snatched the bottle from her hand. "Who, who said I've
had too much to drink!" The woman chased after the bottle, yelling.

Too lazy to fight with her, I threw the bottle into the roadside trash heap, and it shattered. Ignoring the woman's
wailing, I prepared to help her put her clothes on, only to find that they were all wet. I couldn't help but touch them; even her
pants were soaked. I felt a little helpless, wondering what she had been through before I noticed.

Her palms were ice-cold; I tried touching her arms, which were still as cold as ice. I took off my coat and draped it over her,
ignoring her fuss, and forcibly dragged her into the car.

The patrol car was visible from afar, slowly approaching. Worried that I wouldn't be able to answer if questioned, I ignored it and
drove away quickly.

Chapter 559 Her Body Was Cold 2

As I drove out of the street, I turned to the woman and asked, "Where do you live?" "

To your house!" the woman said, pointing at me with a grin.

"Go to my house, or you might not come back." Last time I saw her, she had a cold face, but I didn't expect her to be so silly after drinking
. I couldn't help but tease her.

"Hehe, I'll go to your house," the woman said, resting her head on the chair.

Drunk like this, it seemed I wouldn't be able to get any information
out of her anytime soon. I was a little frustrated, unsure where to take . After thinking for a while, I only came up with one idea: book a room and throw her in. Turning around, I said, "Let's
stay at a hotel tonight!"

"I want to stay at your house," the woman murmured incoherently.

"Okay, no problem, let's go to my place now," I agreed. After a long silence, I continued,
"Look at your attitude towards me last time. It was only because I was kind. If it were someone else, who would bother with you?"

Still no response. I turned to look; she was already asleep. I shook my head helplessly. She seemed like a shrewd woman;
how
she was quite attractive. If those young men had really taken advantage of her, I wondered what
her reaction would be when she woke up.

I found a hotel nearby. When I got off the bus, the woman was already fast asleep. I called her repeatedly, but she wouldn't respond. I had to do the hard work.
When I checked into the room, the cashier saw the unconscious woman on his back, his face thoughtful, with a hint of disdain.

I ignored him, laboriously carried the woman into the room, and threw her onto the bed. She showed no signs of waking up. I helped her
take off her soaking wet pants. I touched her bra, which was also wet. Although she was fast asleep, I still politely asked her a couple of questions. Someone
once said that if you don't answer, it means you agree.

Don't look down on me, I admit I had some selfish motives—why not take a look? I helped her take off her bra too. She's
really ; no wonder she goes to yoga studios often, her breasts are very firm.

I glanced at the small black cloth between her long, beautiful legs. It was a rare opportunity, a chance to get revenge for the rudeness she gave me last time
. I still politely asked her twice, but she didn't answer. It seems she's tacitly agreeing again. Suppressing my excitement
, I slowly removed the small black cloth.

I don't know what this woman did, but she was completely soaked. In this cold weather, I tried to touch her—don't
get the wrong idea , I genuinely wanted to check her body temperature—her chest was ice-cold. I tried again, her abdomen was ice-cold, then her lower body…
…in short, her whole body was ice-cold.

I couldn't tell if it was because I didn't know her well, or because I couldn't bear to see her in such a disheveled state, or because she was too drunk to care,
but I don't know how much she drank. In her current state, even if a man were to thrust inside her, she probably wouldn't feel anything,
let alone react. Surprisingly, I didn't have any impure thoughts. I quickly covered her with the blanket.

After everything was settled, I picked up my clothes and went out. As I opened the door to step out, the woman suddenly called out, "Water,
I want water."

I was a little startled and looked back. The woman's eyes were still closed. I wondered if she was awake. If she was,
wouldn't she know what I had just done? I went back to the bedside and gently asked, "Hey, are you alright?"

"Water, water, I want water," the woman repeated. In just a moment,
her face, which had been pale from the cold, was flushed.

I was a little surprised, but seeing that she seemed really thirsty, I turned around and poured her a glass. She
drank it down in big gulps, finishing the glass of water in just a few bites. Still complaining of thirst, I poured her another glass, and she drank three more before finally
stopping.

Just when I thought I could relax a bit, she threw off the covers, complaining of being hot. I pulled the covers back up and covered her with them.

I had just covered her with the blanket when it was pulled off again, and she was still complaining of being hot. How could she be hot when she was naked? I was a little confused, but
then it dawned on me. I reached out and touched her forehead; her body, which had been ice-cold just moments before, had become burning hot. I knew she must have caught a chill and had a fever, so I pulled the blanket off again and helped
her up from the bed. I called her name twice, but she didn't respond at all, just kept complaining of being hot.

Her wet clothes were unwearable, so I could only find a bathrobe in the room and help her put it on, then gritted my teeth and carried her
out of . I was really annoyed at that moment, wondering who this tyrant was. The cashier was quite
surprised when she saw me carrying her out, her eyes wide with disbelief. She only realized what was happening after I got into the car, and kept gesturing for
the bathrobe , still ignoring her, and drove towards the hospital.

In the car, this woman was still complaining of being hot, tugging at her bathrobe, which showed she wasn't wearing anything underneath—wasn't that just
seducing ? To prevent her from getting in my way while I was driving, I had to patiently help her adjust it, and at the same time, hold her hands down.

When I rushed to the hospital and carried her out of the car, she felt even hotter than before, like holding a burning coal in
my arms. Although I didn't know her exact temperature, I knew it was definitely high. I rushed into the hospital, frantically calling for a doctor.

Two nurses at the front desk quickly surrounded me. I briefly explained that she probably had a high fever from catching a chill. Seeing
that the woman ushered me into the emergency room.

Once inside, there was nothing for me to do; the nurses were busy taking her temperature and blood pressure. The doctor also came quickly and didn't let me
stay any longer. One of the nurses asked me to leave the room.

Chapter 560 Her Body Was Cold 3

I waited anxiously outside for almost half an hour before the door finally opened and a nurse came out. I put on a smile
and went up , but before I could even ask about her condition, the nurse said disapprovingly, "How did you get into this state
? How are you taking care of someone?"

"Uh, I got drunk by the river and accidentally fell in, and then this happened!" Not wanting the nurse to misunderstand, I
made up a story, thinking that I had found the woman by the river.

"She fell into the river and you didn't even bother to warm her up, and she drank so much! People these days are unbelievable!"
The nurse rolled her eyes at me, looking at me like I was an idiot, then ignored me and walked outside.

I chased after her and said, "We arrived in time." The nurse wouldn't say, so I called out, "Hey, nurse,
how is she?"

"You only care when someone's sick," the nurse said without turning around. I felt helpless, unsure how to
explain. She continued, "Mild alcohol poisoning, and she caught a chill that damaged her spleen and stomach, causing a high fever. We just had her
stomach pumped! She should be out of danger for now. Come and pay the hospital fees; she'll need to stay for observation for two days."

Hearing that she was out of danger, I finally felt relieved. If something had really happened, those young men wouldn't be able to find her, and the hotel cashier
only saw me and the woman; I probably wouldn't be able to explain myself.

I followed the nurse to pay the hospital fees, but then I got stuck filling out the hospital information. I didn't even
know , so I had to skip a lot of it.

But my attempt to fool her didn't work. The nurse wouldn't take my form and said, "Why didn't you fill in the patient's information?"

"Actually, I don't know her. I just saw her sick on the street and kindly brought her here," I could only
explain awkwardly. The nurse was still suspicious, but eventually gave up and her expression softened a little. She said, "Then fill in yours

below !" A little annoyed, I could only fill in my name. "And a contact number!" The nurse pointed to each section below like a tutor instructing me on homework. "I have to fill that in too!" I was reluctant; what if something happened? This would be a disaster. "It's hospital policy. If you don't have relatives, you have to leave your phone number. Otherwise, who will we contact ?" The nurse's attitude was firm. I had no choice but to obediently fill it in, and only then did the nurse impatiently take it back. "Can I go see her now?" I asked. " She's on an IV drip and hasn't woken up yet, but you can go see her if you want," the nurse replied. I rushed over; the woman was being moved to a regular ward. I glanced at her a few times; her face was still flushed, but she wasn't complaining of being hot anymore. Her tightly furrowed brows relaxed, and she didn't seem to be in any discomfort; she appeared to be asleep . I followed her to the ward. The nurse quietly told me not to wake her and to let her rest before turning away . I sat there for a while. Around ten o'clock, the nurse came to remind me it was time for lights out. I could only tell the nurse and leave the hospital. Worried about the woman's clothes, I rushed back to the hotel, retrieved her belongings, and searched everywhere but found nothing—not even a phone number or identification. I couldn't understand what this woman was doing. I didn't go back to the hospital. I packed her things in a bag, put it in the back seat, and went straight home. ... The next morning, on my way to work, I suddenly received a call from an unfamiliar number. I answered, "Hello!" "Where are my things?" a woman's voice came through. "What things? Who are you?" The voice sounded familiar, but I was focused on driving and hadn't recognized her yet. "My clothes." As if thinking I was faking it, the woman's voice suddenly became several decibels louder. "Oh, oh, it's you." The connection was immediately established, and I glanced at the back seat, nodding. "Yes, yes, it's here." "Bring it to me quickly," the woman commanded. "Huh?" I was a little confused. "Immediately, right now, bring my clothes over," the woman emphasized, enunciating each word clearly. "Oh, okay!" Although I didn't understand, I could only agree. "Also, where did you get this ugly bathrobe I'm wearing?" the woman said coldly. "Uh, last night you were completely drunk, so I booked a room. I was thinking of letting you rest there, but then you got sick , so I didn't have time to think about it and just put this on you," I explained. "Bring a bowl of beef noodles on the way!" the woman suddenly changed the subject. "Beef noodles?" I didn't quite catch on. "Less vinegar, more chili," the woman confirmed. "Oh," I nodded. "Your mouth feels sour, so bring a bowl of black chicken soup!" the woman added. "What else do you want?" I was a little annoyed. What had happened to me? After all this time, not , she was treating me like a slave. "That's all!" the woman said, and hung up the phone abruptly. Speechless for a moment, I thought, "She's a woman, I won't argue with her." On the way, I picked up what she wanted and drove to the hospital. When I entered the ward, the woman was already awake, leaning against the headboard watching TV. The people in the next bed were also awake.

There were also many relatives visiting the patient, making it much more lively than last night.

The woman recognized me immediately when she saw me,

and said coldly, "Over here." I was even more annoyed. After all, I had gone to great lengths, almost got into a fight, to save her,
and then painstakingly got her to the hospital, even paying for her admission. I was practically a benefactor! Not only was she ungrateful
, but she also acted as if I owed her millions when we first met. Suddenly, I regretted saving her, even
maliciously thinking that I should have let those young men kidnap her, gang-rape her, and then watch her cry.

But there's no going back. I told myself that a good man doesn't argue with a woman, and put the food by the bedside, saying, "Beef noodles,
black chicken soup." Given her attitude, I naturally wouldn't be nice to her either.

The woman still had an IV drip in her hand, glanced at me but ignored me, opened the noodles, and started eating by herself. I hadn't
expected this outcome. Watching the patients in other beds chatting and laughing with their visitors, I stood by the bed, feeling like an outsider
.

Just as I was getting impatient and considering whether to turn and leave, the woman suddenly said, "Did you take off my clothes?"

These words were like a thousand-pound boulder, instantly shattering my remaining confidence. Moreover, the woman
spoke quite loudly; the people in the nearby beds seemed to have heard us and glanced in our direction.

My confidence instantly weakened. After thinking for a moment, I sat down next to her and whispered, "Uh! Not entirely!"

The woman, while eating her noodles, looked at me with a questioning and suspicious gaze.

It seemed she didn't remember anything. I organized my thoughts and explained, half-truthfully, "I
met you by chance last night. Your clothes had already been taken off by a few young men."

The woman's hand holding the noodles stopped abruptly, staring intently at me.

"I swear, I'm telling the truth," I said firmly, raising my hand.

Although doubtful, the woman had no choice but to lower her head and continue eating her noodles, her expression revealing nothing.

I sighed inwardly and continued, "You were already drunk at the time. Although we only met once, we still
knew each other! I wasn't afraid of their numbers, so I bravely stepped forward. But those guys weren't easy to deal with;
they wouldn't let you go. I fought them right there in the street—good heavens, one against five! Luckily, I knew a few moves, and it took
a lot of effort to drive them away and rescue you."

"Get to the point!" After all that, the woman clearly scoffed at the details and went straight to the heart of the matter.

Reluctantly, I went along with it, "Uh, later I originally wanted to take you home, but you were completely drunk and I couldn't get anything out of you. You
kept insisting on going to my place."

The woman turned and stared intently at me.

"I swear, it's true," I said without backing down.

The woman was angry, but there was nothing she could do.

This mix of truth and falsehood made it hard to find a loophole. I smiled and continued righteously, "Although you were drunk
at the time , I'm not the kind of person who takes advantage of others. Later, I found a hotel, booked a room, and wanted you
to rest there. I don't know what you were doing before, you were soaking wet, and I was afraid you'd catch a cold, so I helped you take your clothes off. Heaven and earth
can bear witness, I really meant well."

The woman looked displeased, seemingly a little suspicious. Would I let such a good opportunity slip by? But she couldn't find a loophole,
so she could only complain, "Didn't you know to find a woman to do it?"

"I wanted to! I struggled with this for a long time, but there weren't any women around! I
couldn't run off and grab one off the street!" I said, feigning difficulty.

Chapter 561 Her Difficulties 1

I talked animatedly for a long time, but I didn't know how much the woman believed me. Perhaps she was truly hungry, for she
quickly , took a sip of chicken soup, and looked me in the eye, asking, "You didn't do anything, did you?"

My heart skipped a beat; it was finally happening, and I felt a chill run down my spine. I tried to calm myself,
replying seriously and without batting an eye, "No, I swear on my honor, absolutely nothing." Although I touched her twice, in that situation,
it didn't really count as doing anything, right? At least, that's what I thought.

"Really?" The woman stared at me, as if trying to see into my soul.

My forehead felt hot, like it was breaking out in heat rash; I wasn't even sure if I was sweating, but I still gritted my teeth and firmly replied, "Really."

The woman finally smiled, and thinking she believed me, I smiled too. But then she continued, "Then I'll
call the police and have them investigate!"

"Hey, hey, I only touched your forehead, but that's just checking your temperature!" I immediately
objected .

"Only your forehead?" Seeing me give in, the woman pressed on.

"And... well!" I glanced at her firm breasts.

"And what else!" The woman's expression darkened considerably.

"No! Absolutely not!" I lied firmly, regardless of whether she believed me or not; I couldn't admit to that last little thing no matter
what .

The woman probably understood, perhaps knowing there was no point in asking, and remained silent with a cold face, lowering her head to drink her chicken soup,
seemingly lost in thought.

After a few seconds of silence, the woman still didn't speak, and I felt a little uneasy. Remembering something, I changed the subject, "By the way,
I still don't know your name! Last night when I filled out the hospital form, I didn't know who to fill in."

The woman looked at me disapprovingly, hesitated for a long time, and then whispered, "Zhang Ting."

After all that effort and doing so many things, I finally knew her name. Picking up girls really is a physical job.

After finishing her chicken soup, Zhang Ting suddenly asked, "Where are my clothes?"

"Oh, here. It was too late yesterday, I didn't have time to take them to wash." I picked up the bag by the bed and
took the opportunity to ask, "By the way, what did you do before last night? When I saw you, you were soaking wet."

Zhang Ting seemed not to hear me, took out the pants from the bag, and didn't answer.

"It's still very wet, and some parts are dirty, so I can't wear it now," I explained.

Seemingly expecting this, Zhang Ting glanced at the pants twice, then stuffed them back into the bag and ordered, "
Go buy me a new set!"

"Huh?" I exclaimed in surprise. Beef noodles and black chicken soup were one thing, but were they really trying to rip me off?

"Do you want me to tell the police about last night?" Zhang Ting was clearly unhappy with my reaction.

"Uh!" I choked on my words, glancing at the wet clothes in my hand, then smiled and said, "How about this, I
'll take it to the dry cleaners now, and it'll be ready by the time you're discharged."

"I want to be discharged now," Zhang Ting said coldly.

"Why?" I asked, puzzled.

Zhang Ting glanced at me but didn't explain.

"The doctor said you need to stay in the hospital for observation for two days!" I said sincerely. Last night she had a high fever, and seeing her unconscious
, I was genuinely worried, but now it seemed like it wasn't so serious.

"I'll call the police!" Seemingly annoyed by my nagging, Zhang Ting continued to threaten. "Okay, okay, right away,
I'll go buy it right away!" Although I was reluctant, I had to admit this tactic was effective. I stood up and deliberately
muttered in annoyance, "It was just a few touches, is it necessary to take advantage of someone in such a vulnerable state?"

"What did you say?" Zhang Ting asked coldly.

"I said I'll be back soon," I replied with a smile.

"Have some sense, don't try to fob me off with some cheap stuff from a street vendor," Zhang Ting suddenly added.

I didn't dare to talk back, and could only sigh bitterly in my heart, wondering what I had done wrong that God was punishing me like this.
Following Zhang Ting's figure, I spent half a day browsing in the women's clothing store. Seeing me picking out women's underwear, some female sales assistants even came over
to introduce it. That was even more depressing than shopping in a women's underwear store with my wife, Ye Ziyan, and others.

When there are women around, at least they know you're buying for them. But a grown man shopping in a women's clothing store, picking out
women's private items... When asked about my bra size, even though I tried one on last night, I didn't really have the eye to tell. I just spread my fingers and
roughly compared them. The saleswoman immediately understood and smiled as she got me a C-cup.

She kept explaining the benefits of that bra, which made me a little embarrassed, especially since she knew I was a man. She
even told me that the bra was made of good material, comfortable to wear, and felt nice to the touch. It seemed like in
her eyes, I was already a pervert, ready to try it on. And I have to admit, when Zhang Ting wore it, I actually became interested in
trying it on .

We browsed for about half an hour, buying everything from underwear and briefs to coats and shoes. I always feel that women
only have that kind of elegance when they wear high heels. I noticed last time we met; Zhang Ting was wearing silver-white high heels with black
trousers were very eye-catching.

Zhang Ting always seemed aloof, with a queen-like aura. I picked out a pair of black, patent leather high heels for her. She also wore
a tight-fitting long-sleeved shirt, a small jacket, and long-legged trousers.

I won't even mention how much it cost, but my heart is bleeding. If we knew each other, it wouldn't be so bad
, but we were complete strangers. I even had to pay for her hospital stay last night. I'm thinking of getting my money back after I send her out.

Back at the hospital, the IV drip was finished, and Zhang Ting was lying in bed, comfortably watching TV with the remote.
Thinking about how I'd been running around while she was so relaxed, I felt a mix of emotions. I handed her the clothes
.

Zhang Ting didn't even thank me, just took them as a matter of course and dumped the contents of the bag onto the bed. After looking through them
for a while , she picked up a bra and said, "Not bad taste!"

I was speechless and could only give an awkward laugh.

After tearing off the tags, Zhang Ting picked up the clothes from the bed and went into the small bathroom next door. I glanced around the ward out of boredom;
the others were chatting and no one paid me any attention. She came out of the bathroom shortly after. The saying "clothes make the man" is really true;
not only me, but all the men nearby couldn't help but steal glances.

Her legs were long and straight, the tapered pant legs visually elongating them, and the high heels made them even more eye-catching.
The tight-fitting top accentuated her beautiful figure; I'd touched her last night—her delicate skin, soft yet supple abdomen, and slender waist
were all a woman's most alluring features. Her indifferent gaze, cool expression, and those long, wavy hair gave her a queenly
aura .

"The pants are a bit long," Zhang Ting said, gesturing to her feet.

"Uh, I didn't try them on. I was worried they'd be too short, so I didn't have them trimmed," I explained, looking at the rolled-up cuffs.

Zhang Ting rolled her eyes at me, then quickly packed her things without saying anything more.

"Are you really going to be discharged?" I asked.

"If getting drunk required hospitalization, the hospital would be overflowing," Zhang Ting said, looking at me like I was
an idiot.

"You've caught a chill, and the alcohol has damaged your body; you have a high fever." I was still a little worried; after all, she didn't know what happened last night
, but I saw it with my own eyes, and the doctor said so too.

"Why are you being so fussy, you grown man? Don't I know my own body?" Zhang Ting said without
turning her head .

I had no choice but to shut up, but in my mind, I labeled Zhang Ting as a typical individualist. Once she made a decision, she wouldn't listen to
anyone's advice, and she liked to give orders, act on her own, and do things her own way. This kind of woman is only
suitable for men who like to be bullied.

We quickly completed the discharge procedures. I said it wouldn't work, and the doctor said it was even more useless. The two sides almost got into an argument, but luckily
I smoothed things over and got the doctor to prescribe some medicine for her to take at home. Only then did the doctor reluctantly take out a waiver of liability, which
Zhang Ting signed without hesitation.

Zhang Ting clearly disregarded the doctor's advice. As soon as she left the hospital, she tried to throw the medicine in the trash can.

I had to be quick to snatch it away, and I said angrily, "What are you doing?" Suddenly, I felt that this woman didn't have a
physical problem, but rather a mental one.

"You're really stupid. You actually believe what these doctors say!" Zhang Ting didn't appreciate my good intentions at all,
looking at me like I was an idiot.

"If you don't believe me, doctor, you're so lively and energetic today, eating beef noodles, drinking black chicken soup, and even ordering
the servants around ," I replied. I really regretted being in such a rush yesterday; I should have taken some nude photos of her so she could see
what she looked like back then.

"I can't be bothered to talk to you." Whether moved by my persistence or yielding to my assertiveness, Zhang Ting turned around
and looked around, asking, "Where's the car?"

"Where are you going?" I asked, both suspicious and wary.

Chapter 562 Her Difficulties 2

"Going home!" Zhang Ting said matter-of-factly, her face full of anger when she saw my wary look.

"You should hail a taxi back! It's not good for you if I follow behind!" I used to make an excuse. I used to want to get close to
this woman, but now I just want to stay away from her.

"I don't have a single penny on me. How am I going to get a ride?" Seemingly knowing I would say this, Zhang Ting snorted angrily.

"It's okay, you can hail a taxi, I'll pay the fare," I said generously.

"Hey, what do you mean? I'm naked, how am I supposed to get in the door?!" Zhang Ting acted like a
queen , as if she'd order me dragged out and beheaded if I didn't agree.

"Then why did you call me earlier?" She made sense, and I was a little taken aback, but I still didn't want to get
too close to this woman.

"I borrowed someone else's, so what? You can't?" Zhang Ting glared at me, and seeing that I was still trying to refuse, she suddenly
said seriously, "If you don't go, I'll call the police and accuse you of raping me last night!"

"What?" I almost bit my tongue.

"What? I was drunk last night, it was just the two of us in the room, you took off all my clothes, and now you're saying you
didn't ? Do you think I'll believe you? Whether I believe you or not doesn't matter, but do you think the police will believe me if they tell?" Zhang Ting was fearless.
Threatened.

I felt like dying. I regretted my impulsive actions last night, and even more so, I regretted trying to help her and taking her to the hospital.
I swallowed back all the excuses I had prepared and obediently went to drive. Seeing my compliance, Zhang Ting smiled smugly.

After driving out of the hospital, I was surprised to find out the address. I hadn't realized Zhang Ting lived in Huayuan Community,
a high-end residential area. The advertising was extensive when it opened, and the environment was indeed nice. As a result, buyers and speculators
flocked to it, and I heard that the entire development sold out in less than a month.

On the way back to the community, Zhang Ting asked me to stop. She grabbed a locksmith's phone number from a roadside utility pole, got in the car without
asking me, and started using my phone as if it were her own. I was too lazy to argue with her, so I pretended not to see it and continued
driving . Actually, I was filled with tears inside. This woman had caught me red-handed; it seemed like I wouldn't have a good life in my next life.

Looking at Zhang Ting's smug smile, I maliciously thought to myself, should I cause a car accident somewhere and get rid
of this to avoid endless trouble? Of course, this was just a thought in my mind, to make myself happy.

The car arrived safely at Zhang Ting's apartment complex. After waiting at the entrance for a while, the locksmith arrived. The group went up
to what I considered a sophisticated security lock, but in the locksmith's hands, it clicked open in less than ten seconds
. Although I knew these people were skilled, opening it so quickly was still beyond my
comprehension, and I started to worry about whether the lock at home would even work.

Before I could think further, Zhang Ting told me to pay, and I obediently paid. We went inside. Although she wasn't a very nice person,
the house was nicely decorated. Stepping into her home was like entering a red dream factory, with shelves everywhere and
all sorts of plush toys and cartoon characters on the sofa. I couldn't believe it. How could a woman like her
like these things? Given her temperament, shouldn't her house be filled with whips, ropes, and dogma?

However, I quickly forgot about the toys, my attention drawn to several pairs of men's leather shoes and the artistic wedding
photo on the wall. The man was handsome, with delicate features.

"Peach your own fruit if you want, there are drinks in the fridge, help yourself if you're thirsty!"
Zhang Ting greeted me simply, ignoring my looking around.

I nodded, gesturing to the wall, "Is that your husband?"

This simple question was like a drawn sword, instantly
freezing She looked up at the photo on the wall, a photo brimming with happiness and warmth.

"Get out!" Instead of an answer, I received Zhang Ting's order to leave, and she pushed me towards the door.

"What are you doing!" I had no idea what was going on.

"Get out." Zhang Ting didn't explain, she pushed me out the door with all her might and slammed
the iron gate shut.

"Hey, what's wrong with you!" I pounded on the door and shouted.

"Get out of here..." Zhang Ting screamed hysterically from inside, her voice hoarse, as if in great pain.

Completely baffling, if before I only had suspicions, now I'm certain this woman definitely has mental
problems. I could only accept my bad luck and leave, not wanting to provoke her any further.

Driving out of the complex, I felt a tightness in my chest, a general unease, though I couldn't quite put my finger on why
. Just as I was about to find a place to have a drink to ease my mind, the phone rang.

I quickly pulled it out and saw it was the company calling, and a pang of disappointment hit me. I suppressed my emotions and said calmly,
"Hello!"

"Have you seen the report?" Sun Xueyong's voice cut straight to the chase.

"What report?" I asked, puzzled. What bad luck I'd run into today, encountering so many inexplicable things.

"It's hard to explain in a short time. Hurry back to the company! Something's happened," Sun Xueyong said urgently.

"Okay, wait, I'll be right back." I said, hanging up. Although I didn't know what had happened,
judging from Sun Xueyong's tone, it seemed serious. I stepped on the gas and sped back to the company.

All the way back, I was thinking about what the report Sun Xueyong had mentioned was. I hadn't even gotten to the company yet when Zhang Ting called me away,
so I hadn't seen any report at all.

When I rushed back, Sun Xueyong was already waiting at the door. Seeing me return, he shoved a local morning paper into
my hand without waiting for me to ask, pointing to a page and saying, "Look here."

I unfolded it, puzzled.
The headline " Seeing the headline sent a chill down my spine. I glanced at it briefly; the page was large,
with illustrations of several small animals shot dead in the middle. I recognized the pictures; they were taken by hunters and originally posted on a forum to attract attention.
I hadn't expected them to be used like this. The people in the photos had been removed, leaving only a few lonely animals lying in pools of blood—
not only conspicuous but also chilling.

Although the headline didn't mention the company's name, the report started by mentioning Chengmeng Tourism Company, and
then accused our company of recklessly developing the market to avoid fierce competition in the traditional tourism industry, disregarding human life, killing
animals, disrupting the ecological balance, and affecting local species, etc. The report, with its evidence and accusations, occupied most of
the page .

"Who wrote the report? Which newspaper published it?" I rushed back to the office with the newspaper.

"It's that one," Sun Xueyong indicated.

Even though I had guessed it, it still gave me a headache. That's the only local morning newspaper; although it's an independent public
institution, it still has considerable influence and a voice in the local area. Once this report was published, it probably
wouldn't be out until tonight; many people in the city would know about it.

The inflammatory and accusatory language, coupled with that picture, would likely
leave a bad impression on those who didn't know the situation. It seems I was too naive. It hasn't been long, and this kind of
storm Business opportunities have turned into crises. If not handled properly, not only will all the previous efforts be wasted, but
the company will also suffer.

The key now is to figure out who spearheaded the release of this report. If it's business competition,
things are easier to handle; but if it's truly a case of government dissatisfaction, then things will be much more complicated.

Chapter 563 A Two-Pronged Approach 1.

Sitting back in my office, the first thing I did was open the company website. It was already in an uproar;
I knew what it was about without even looking. Too lazy to read it carefully, I just flipped through a few chapters and closed it with a headache.

Just as I was considering whether to temporarily put on a show and shut down the hunting section of the website, Luo Xiu suddenly came over,
informing me that several media outlets and magazines had called to inquire about the report, saying they wanted to come and interview me.

I nodded to indicate that I understood. Luo Xiu wanted to say something more, but I waved her away. I let out a long sigh. Those
magazines media outlets were clearly just trying to make things worse, only making things escalate further.

"What do we do now?" Sun Xueyong asked anxiously.

"Let me think about it." I picked up the report and read it through again from beginning to end. Suddenly, I had some doubts. Considering
the earlier mention of avoiding the fiercely competitive traditional tourism industry, it seemed more like a business rival. An outsider
wouldn't understand the inside story and wouldn't say such things.

Just then, the phone rang. I picked it up and saw it was Xie Min. My brow twitched. It seemed he
knew about this too. It was truly a case of misfortunes never coming singly. Even though I didn't want to, I had to answer it with a grimace.
I gestured for Sun Xueyong to leave. After he left, I answered the phone, pretending to be relaxed, "Brother Xie, what brings you to call me
?"

"Brother Xu, we're all smart people. Some things have already come to light, so let's not beat around the bush. What's
going on?" Xie Min got straight to the point.

"Uh, competitors are enemies!" I didn't expect Xie Min, who usually liked to beat around the bush, to be so direct today. I
almost choked.

"Regardless of whether they're enemies or not, you need to turn public opinion around as soon as possible. Otherwise, if this blows up, even I wo
n't be able to handle it, and I'll have to call a halt sooner," Xie Min said directly.

"Don't worry, brother. You've helped me so much, how could I possibly harm you! It's just a few competitors, seizing on some
small matter , trying to drag our company down with them," I reassured Xie Min. Although I didn't say it outright,
I implicitly assured him that even if something happened, he wouldn't be implicated.

"Then don't let them find any fault with you," Xie Min's tone softened a bit.

"Yes, don't worry! This will be resolved soon," I assured him.

"That's all for now. You need to hurry; the whole city knows about it now. I'll keep an eye on the follow-up,"
Xie Min said.

"Yes, yes, don't worry," I could only nod, inviting him, "I made an appointment with you last time, brother, but you haven't had time since you got back . Want
to meet up sometime?"

"We'll talk about it later! I have to hang up now; I have a meeting later," Xie Min politely declined. "

Okay, okay, let's get together sometime then," I replied with a smile.

Looking at the disconnected phone, I frowned. Xie Min's attitude told me this matter had escalated significantly
, and he didn't want to get involved. I couldn't help but scoff inwardly; the attack was ruthless, a fatal blow,
blood gushing out !

As the saying goes, "Bad people come from poor and remote places." Growing up in a remote mountain village, although I'd long lost that wildness,
the blood of a mountain person still flowed in my veins. Civilized society had simply suppressed that blood pressure deep inside, but when
squeezed by the realities of life, it would occasionally resurface and cause trouble.

After pondering for a while, I made up my mind: whether it was someone in politics or someone in the industry, this matter had to be
resolved. If it was someone in politics, I'd find someone to smooth things over; if it was a rival in the industry, we'd settle things with a fight.
People react differently to different situations. Sometimes it's about being forgiving, sometimes it's about not daring to offend others
unless they offend you, and if they do, you'll retaliate tenfold.

Several recent events at the company have been rather strange. First, someone started a price war, then resorted to
underhanded tactics. However, the earlier actions were minor skirmishes; the real killer move came later. Even I, as their competitor, have to admit
it was a brilliant move, instantly thrusting our company into the eye of the storm and onto the brink of ruin.

It must be said, the other party was very cautious. Although Liao Yunsong hasn't been caught yet, this series of events makes
me connect the dots. I called Sun Xueyong in to inquire about the ticket price reduction. He replied that it was a
small, nearly bankrupt travel agency, not far from us, right on the street.

This further convinced me that it was clearly targeting us. This is something that would damage the industry, yet it's
so . Judging from Sun Xueyong's description of the company as small, perhaps only we will be directly affected. But I still have some
doubts. If it's on the verge of collapse, how can it still compete with us? And engage in a price war that's clearly a loss-making venture?

First, cut off their source of income, then issue a warning in secret, and finally smear the company, using public opinion to achieve their goal. Are they trying to tell
us that they're not short of money and have connections in both the legitimate and criminal worlds?

But only this way would it be somewhat interesting! Unfortunately, it hasn't scared me off yet. Since I can't find
evidence elsewhere, I can only start with this. Every time I target someone, I risk being exposed. I took out my phone,
found Zhao Shiya's number, and called. She works in this industry and should know a lot about it.

Chapter 564 Two-pronged Approach 2

"Is it about that report?" Zhao Shiya's calm voice came through the phone as soon as it connected.

"You know too?" I was surprised; it seemed everyone knew except me initially.

"Of course, it's been all over our circle. Many people are lamenting that they didn't get firsthand information.
I heard today's morning paper sold like hotcakes. But this has also made you famous," Zhao Shiya said in a strange tone.

"I'm not in the mood for jokes. Could you help me find out who wrote this report?" The situation was urgent,
so I stated my purpose directly.

"I can't help with anything too big, but I can handle this. I happen to have a few friends over there," Zhao Shiya
agreed .

"Okay, I'll wait for your news," I said happily.

"I'll get back to you in a bit," Zhao Shiya said, hanging up.

About five minutes later, the phone rang again—quite efficient! I answered quickly. Before Zhao Shiya could even speak, she asked
how I wanted to thank her. After I promised to treat her, she gave me a name: Fang Tao. After inquiring, I learned that her friends were
n't , only knowing that Fang Tao was an intern hired last year who hadn't achieved much before;
many of his reports had even been cut and never made it to the front page. However, today's report had made him a star at
the newspaper , and I heard he was even specifically praised at the morning meeting.

With a target in mind, the rest would be easier. However, finding the mastermind behind it was just to avoid losing sight of
the direction and not even knowing who the opponent was. The more pressing issue is figuring out how to shift public opinion and salvage the
damaged image, or at the very least, minimize the impact.

However, this is also the most troublesome part; once a first impression is formed, it's very difficult to salvage one's reputation. During our call earlier, I
subtly suggested using the adopted children from Zhao Shiya's previous report for some coverage, perhaps playing the charity
card. However, she refused, saying she already felt guilty about using those children last time and couldn't exploit them again.

Although a little disappointed, I didn't press the issue. I'm having a headache; I can't tell the public it's fake, otherwise, I don't know if I'll
escape this mess, and I'd just be ruining my own reputation! Just as I was feeling frustrated, Gao Yue suddenly called.
Last night's events were still a bit awkward, and I wasn't in the mood to discuss personal matters. After hesitating for a moment, for some reason, I finally
answered .

"The newspaper said you manage that company?" Gao Yue asked abruptly.

"Yes!" I nodded, unwittingly hit by another arrow.

"This is troublesome. Have you thought of a solution?" Gao Yue asked again.

"Isn't this giving me a headache? Since this morning, I've been getting all sorts of calls." Sensing her concern, I
told her frankly.

"First, we need to calm the media down. We can't let them add fuel to the fire, or things will get out of control," Gao Yue
instructed.

"How?" I asked, puzzled.

"Just find some excuse and post a notice on the company website saying that we are temporarily unable to give interviews, promising to
give Then, when the media calls, give the same reply. Don't give them any excuses, and it will also give
yourself some time," Gao Yue explained.

"That's right! That's a good idea," I said happily. Although it also restricted me, the company was in
dire straits , and we had no choice but to fight for survival. Perhaps out of pleasure, I couldn't help but praise, "No wonder you've been by the CEO's
side for several years, you really know your stuff."

"That just shows you really need someone like me to help you with the mundane things," Gao Yue offered herself.

"Uh! It's just that the temple is too small to accommodate such a big Buddha like you!" I replied half-jokingly.

"No sincerity, okay, you must be very busy today, I won't bother you anymore." Gao Yue said sweetly and hung up
the phone .

Faced with Gao Yue's lack of anger and understanding, I felt a little guilty. She had brought this up before, but I couldn't explain
why, and I was still a little hesitant.

But now I was in a hurry and didn't have time to think about it. I called Luo Xiu over and came up with a simple excuse, telling her that if any
media called, she should say that the company boss was away on an inspection trip and hadn't returned yet, and that she would give a unified response in three days. Anyway,
the company was under Meng Jie's name, and not many people knew where the boss was.

I also posted this news on the website and immediately notified the outside world that ticket sales for the hunting route were suspended, and
all suspended. This is to prevent undercover investigations and organized evidence gathering. Whether it's our adversaries or the media, we need to be careful.
We need to remedy the situation quickly; if any more rumors surface, it will be too late to salvage the situation.

Although, to prevent malicious actors, I specifically stated on the company website that the operation was under strict monitoring,
led by dedicated personnel, and that the prey being hunted were overpopulated, claiming it was to maintain local ecological balance
and receiving strong support from the local people, these claims were ignored and nitpicked.
However, I know those claims were fabricated, and I naturally wouldn't dare present them as evidence now.

But this is still a good way to turn public opinion around, as long as I can prove they're true. Thinking of this, a plan formed
in my mind , and I couldn't help but smile.

Chapter 565 Two-pronged Approach 3

I immediately called Uncle Tao and asked him to go to the countryside to buy some wild animals to keep in the yard.
Although didn't quite understand, he readily agreed. Time was of the essence, so I didn't explain further.

I then called the village chief, briefly explained the situation, and asked him to mobilize the villagers and
talk to . I naturally promised him benefits, and the village chief readily agreed. I
also asked him to go to the local forestry department to see if he could get a local species census, which he agreed to try.

With all that arranged, the rest was about staging a charade, a play of truth and falsehood. This play was, of course, for the public
and the media, to silence them. Since they were using the media, we
should the media in return. I initially considered Zhao Shiya, but felt it wouldn't be good to constantly bother her, and our company
's repeated involvement with her might arouse suspicion.

I picked up the morning paper on my desk and glanced at it. Since it was the morning paper, I decided to look for the evening paper. The other party was somewhat
shrewd ; working in an industry for too long meant knowing the inside story, but also becoming cunning. I decided
to find a struggling newcomer at the evening paper; after all, they were eager to climb the ladder, easy to manipulate, and wouldn't charge too much.

I checked the staff information at the evening newspaper and noticed a reporter named Cao who had recently joined and left his phone number in many places,
waiting for a news tip. I picked up the phone, dialed the number several times, but ultimately didn't call.
I called Sun Xueyong and asked him to go to the evening newspaper office and inquire about this person.

That afternoon, Sun Xueyong replied: Cao Xin, a reporter who had been interning for two years but hadn't been promoted. After hearing
the report, I couldn't help but smile. Actually, I had guessed what was going on when I saw his phone number left everywhere.
I just wanted to confirm it by asking Sun Xueyong to inquire.

I still didn't rush to call. If this matter was handled well, it would be an opportunity. It could not only improve the company's image
but also increase its brand awareness—a free advertisement that could potentially make us famous.

After work, I got home and, having made up my mind, wasn't in such a hurry. I waited until 10:30 p.m., after my wife had gone to bed,
before picking up the phone and calling Cao Xin.

It took a long time for him to answer. The echo was noisy, like there was a disturbance nearby. Perhaps he was drinking; Cao
Xin's reply was impatient, and his voice was loud. However, when I told him I had firsthand information
on a breaking news story, he immediately perked up, the effects of the alcohol wore off, and he became much more polite.

He kept telling me to wait, then I heard footsteps, followed by the sound of a door closing; he probably found the area too noisy and
went to the bathroom. I was quite satisfied with Cao Xin's reaction; how could I
be at ease Of course, I couldn't reveal my true intentions now; this was just a preliminary meeting to gauge his reaction and whet his appetite.

I simply told him it was an exclusive, big story, and arranged to meet him at a small bar the following evening. He
readily agreed, and after asking for my last name, he kept insisting he would definitely be there and told me not to be late. My objective was achieved,
and I hung up after the brief conversation.

Feeling refreshed, I went to bed. My wife, of course, knew about this, and when I got home, she kept asking about me. I
reassured her not to worry too much, and seeing that I was alright, she was relieved, though still puzzled.

The next day at work, Gao Yue called again to inquire about my situation. I briefly explained my plans and wanted her to consider
them. After listening, she kept saying it was a good idea and even suggested that I invite some local animal experts and environmental
scholars along the way. This would increase credibility and also allow me to silence the media.

It was indeed a good idea, and I kept praising Gao Yue's shrewdness. I was also a little swayed; I needed someone like her by my side
who could assess the situation and offer advice. Besides, Gao Yue was relatively reliable; after all, I'd heard many businessmen
say that only women they'd slept with were trustworthy. However, I ultimately held back, and Gao Yue didn't bring it up again.

She then summoned Sun Xueyong and asked him to invite some scholars and experts. Originally, I wanted to contact Huo Lixiang for help.
I was busy writing an article, but then I thought about giving up. After all, he was a government employee, and getting involved too much would be bad.

That evening, I met Cao Xin at a bar. A young man in his late twenties, he was very polite to me and spoke
enthusiastically about his work. But I saw desire in his eyes and on his face—a desire for success.

This was exactly the kind of person I was looking for. We chatted briefly, and after I only mentioned a little, Cao Xin guessed what I was talking about
. He seemed to be a smart man. After understanding my exclusive topic, his eyes shone with excitement. He lit a cigarette and took a
deep drag, his excitement barely concealed.

After all, this topic had been circulating wildly since yesterday. After a day of brewing and fermentation, it hadn't cooled down;
instead, it was getting hotter. Many media outlets across the country had reprinted the report and were paying attention to the matter. Of course, this also brought more
voices: a small number of people supported it, more were criticizing it, and some remained neutral, waiting for the company
's explanation and a result.

Perhaps to stay sober, Cao Xin didn't touch the glass on the table. I explained the interview's content,
its general purpose, and the content of the article he was to write. He took a deep drag on his cigarette, hesitated for a few seconds, then
stubbed it out, picked up his glass, and agreed.

It seemed Cao Xin understood this was also a stepping stone for him; no matter what, he had to use this stone, otherwise,
who knew when the next opportunity would come. I had also decided to cooperate with him precisely because of his eagerness to succeed,
agreeing to the collaboration without even discussing money. However, I naturally wouldn't be greedy for small gains. As the saying goes, money
makes the world go round; only a win-win situation is the best cooperation, not only taking care of feelings but also building friendship. I took out
the thank-you gift I had prepared beforehand. Cao Xin was initially a little surprised, he hesitated a few times, but finally, after my persuasion, he "reluctantly"
accepted it.

Having received the money, Cao Xin became even more determined, toasting me twice. Seeing his satisfaction, I was naturally happy and drank
a few glasses with him. However, this meeting didn't last long; before things calmed down, I didn't want too much contact with him.
After discussing the precautions, I left first. Perhaps out of happiness, he said he wanted to stay and play a little longer.

The next day, there was only one day left until the response deadline. Sun Xueyong handed me the list of experts he had gathered early in the morning.
I glanced at it; not bad, they were all people who occasionally appeared in the media, considered public figures.

Of course, I could guess at the deal involved. Asking for favors is only right!

Along with Cao Xin's interview team, the whole group returned to the village in a grand procession. There were too many people, so a tour bus was specially arranged—
the same bus that usually travels between the two routes to pick up and drop off hunting teams.

As expected, upon arriving in the village, the first people they interviewed were the villagers. As already explained, the villagers all
testified that there were too many wild boars in the mountains, and the sweet potatoes and corn planted in the fields near the mountains were frequently stolen by wild boars. Moreover, the wild boars came in packs, and the crops in the fields would be gone in just one night, leaving the villagers to work hard for a whole season, losing
their entire winter harvest. In recent years, wild boars in the mountains have become increasingly rampant, with some people even encountering them in the fields, being chased, bitten , and nearly losing their lives. These are indeed frequent occurrences, though exaggerated. Some villagers have come forward to show the scars left by wild boar bites, highlighting their detrimental impact on the village. The village chief then presented data from the forestry department to several experts for review. Their analysis concluded that the absence of predators like tigers and leopards has led to an overpopulation of many species, resulting in food shortages in the mountains. The easy access to crops grown by the villagers further attracts wild animals in search of food, causing direct conflicts with them. As the person in charge, I stepped in to explain that our company's hunting area only covers the edge of the mountains near the villagers, not venturing deep into the forests, thus posing little threat to the species. I then led the interview team to Uncle Tao's yard, explaining that we are actively working to increase the local wildlife population, frequently releasing animals back into the wild. Anyway, they were all saying nice things, a mix of truth and fiction. Later, they deliberately had Cao Xin interview the villagers about our company's tourism route and hunting trips in the mountains. Everyone applauded, saying that they had and their crops hadn't been stolen anymore. (Chapter 566: She Helped Me Massage My Back) After the interviews, they took the group for a short tour of the mountains, briefly filming the hunting grounds and campsites . This was just a formality, to give them a real understanding so they wouldn't be clueless . Although it was just a quick look, they made a fuss until the afternoon. The villagers were naturally very hospitable, and everyone brought back a lot of local specialties. A banquet had already been arranged in the city, and everyone was invited to a meal, a way to get acquainted with these experts and scholars. After a few rounds of drinks, things got more open, gifts were exchanged, and everyone understood the unspoken agreement. With food, gifts, and wild game to take home, everyone was satisfied when the party ended. They patted me on the shoulder, praising our company for doing good deeds, not only protecting the environment and species but also contributing . They said they would promote our company's practices extensively in the future. I was naturally pleased and treated them like brothers, thanking them one by one. Cao Xin and his group were the focus of attention; they were all staggering as they left. I subtly mentioned the article me not to worry. Over the journey, he had secretly started calling me Brother Xu. He said he would repay my kindness and the opportunity he had given me, and that I shouldn't worry, just read the newspaper tomorrow. I naturally didn't say anything more about such assurances and saw them to their car. The fewer people who exposed this, the better. I was the only one from the company to represent them, accompanying such a large group of seasoned veterans. Even though I can hold my liquor, I secretly went to the restroom twice to vomit during the meal. When I paid the bill and left, I felt dizzy. Although it cost a lot, I was happy. I took the company car home. My wife seemed a little worried and was waiting on the sofa. Seeing me drunk, she anxiously surrounded me. For some reason, seeing her completely drained my strength. I leaned against the door, and she helped me back to the bedroom. At that moment, all I wanted was to share my happiness with my wife. I don't even remember what I mumbled, and I do n't know if she heard me. After that, I was in a daze, vaguely remembering her helping me undress, helping me to bed, and then giving me something to drink. When I woke up, it was already noon the next day. My head was throbbing, and I gritted my teeth and got out of bed. My wife had already gone to work. There was a bowl of soup and a note on the table. I picked it up and read it—hangover soup. She told me to drink it, saying it was in the refrigerator.

There was food, so I was told to rest.

I smiled and drank the soup, but had no appetite. Today was the deadline for the company's explanation, so I drove straight to
the company, opened the website, and found the people waiting for a reply already in an uproar. I didn't rush to
upload ; I had already reached an agreement with Cao Xin, so I couldn't spoil his first-hand information.

The company kept calling, and I told Luo Xiu to reply to everyone by 4 PM. I waited until 3:15 PM, and
was about to ask Sun Xueyong to go to the newsstand to buy an evening paper when he excitedly rushed into the office with the newspaper. Seeing his excited
expression, I already understood, but I still took the newspaper.

The front page headline was "An Apology from a Conscientious Company," with the word "apology" in quotation marks. First, the company
apologized, but not for the hunting itself, but for not disclosing the hunting information sooner, causing public misunderstanding
.

In the middle section, it started introducing local farmers who suffered greatly from the harm caused by some animals, portraying the farmers as victims and
us as heroes who rid the people of harm.

By the end, Chengmeng Company had transformed into a conscientious company. They also criticized some
companies for focusing solely on profit and performance, neglecting the local environment and the lives of local people. In contrast
, they said our company cares about those in the most remote areas, is concerned about their lives, helps them solve difficulties, maintains the local
ecosystem , indirectly protects local species, and combines economic development with industrial transformation—a new type of industrial transformation.

To be honest, seeing all the praise made me a little embarrassed. Not long after, Zhao Shiya
called to praise my move. Gao Yue and others who knew about it also called to congratulate me.

It wasn't until 4 PM that I uploaded the backup video of yesterday's interview, along with the company's explanation, to the website.
I also released a statement confirming the absolute authenticity of the information and that anyone, including media, could visit and
interview if they wished. For media friends, the company even promised transportation, all to solidify the video's authenticity.

After uploading, the company remained silent. I sat in front of my computer, watching the constantly scrolling comments. And wouldn't you know it,
the company website's traffic skyrocketed these past two days. I was genuinely thrilled; now, I guess many people
know about our company.

Although the media frenzy was intense, most of the people involved were ordinary citizens. Seeing those photos and
the misleading made it hard not to feel sorry for them. The public is prone to sympathizing with the vulnerable and easily misled. After the explanation was released, the public's
attitude gradually improved, and many people spoke out.

Seeing that the situation was settled, I smiled, got up, and left work on time. On my way home, I bought a bottle of good wine.

Opening the door, my wife had already prepared a table full of delicious dishes. Judging from her happy expression, she seemed to have known all along. I hugged and kissed her as soon as I entered.
She was unusually compliant and didn't resist my advances. Only after
kissing and she was panting did I release her and take out the wine hidden behind my back. She initially objected to seeing the bottle, given that I had been quite drunk the night before, but she didn't want to spoil the mood and obediently went to get two glasses. Instead of sitting face-to-face as usual, I moved two stools together. I wanted to share my joy with her. During dinner, I playfully held her hand and talked a lot, but she seemed not to hear me, occasionally smiling and responding, raising her glass to urge me to drink. Feeling somewhat helpless, I deliberately hooked her ankle, which elicited a sweet scolding from her, telling me to eat properly. After much questioning, she finally only replied, "If you're well, everything is fine!" I felt very conflicted at that moment, unsure of what to say. But regardless of what a woman thinks, a man should shoulder the responsibility of the home and ensure the woman beside him has a good life; that's his duty. After dinner, I wanted to help clean up, but my wife absolutely refused, and I was helplessly pushed onto the sofa. When she finished and came back, I pulled her into my arms, wanting only to hold her, smell her hair, and feel her warmth. She was unusually well-behaved today, unlike usual, not acting up at me. After cuddling for a while, she watched TV, swaying listlessly in my arms. I tightened my arms to stop her movements. Unable to break free, she suddenly turned and smiled, "Honey, are you tired?" "A little! What's wrong?" I said, stretching my body. "How about I give you a back massage?" my wife suddenly said, her face lighting up. "Oh? You know how to do that?" Unexpectedly offering help, I didn't rush to agree. "I learned it on TV these past few days when I was bored at work. I heard it can improve blood circulation, regulate Qi, relieve fatigue, and alleviate sub-health conditions," my wife recited like she was reciting a textbook. "Who told you that?" I was skeptical. I'd heard a lot about back massages, but I'd never actually tried one. Just thinking about it was like paying money to suffer. Could it really be comfortable for someone to massage your back alone? "It was on TV! They said the pressure from the soles of the feet is greater, the pressure is evenly distributed, achieving a deep massage, which can truly achieve the purpose of health and wellness," my wife said confidently. "Forget it! If you really care, just use your hands!" The more she said it, the more suspicious I became. I shook my head. "Try it! How will you know if you don't try? What if it really feels good?" For some reason, my wife seemed very interested, shaking my arm and starting to act coquettishly. "Don't hurt me!" As soon as she started acting coquettish, I softened and gave in. "Don't worry! I'll control myself!" My wife stood up excitedly, holding my shoulders and directing me to lie down. Judging from her excitement, she was clearly being used as a guinea pig. I lay on the sofa, watching her take off her slippers and climb barefoot onto me, feeling a little worried that she might fall. "Loosen up." Just as one foot was on my back, my wife stepped back onto the sofa and said. I obediently loosened up, and she, holding onto the sofa, wobbled as she stood on my back. I don't know if it was because I was uncomfortable, or if she couldn't control her strength, but it felt like being weighed down by a stone, and I couldn't breathe. "Are you trying to massage my back, or are you trying to kill me!" I exclaimed, both amused and exasperated. ... Chapter 567 She Massages My Back 2 "Is it heavy? How is it now?" My wife asked, shifting her weight onto the sofa. "Almost there." I breathed a sigh of relief, moving slightly. My wife hadn't received any professional training, so her technique was naturally not great. But it was strange; whenever a man had physical contact with a woman he liked , no matter what part of her body it was, he would get excited. Feeling her little feet stepping, kneading, and sliding on my back, my body really felt warm, and my bones slowly softened. "How's it going?" Leaning on the sofa, without any professional equipment to maintain her balance, my wife started to pant . "Not bad!" I nodded in praise.

"I told you it would be comfortable! You didn't believe me," my wife said smugly.

"Yes, yes, you're so smart!" I nodded in agreement; if there was something to enjoy, I naturally had to praise her.

"By the way, Sister Yuzhen just called and invited us to her house this weekend," my wife suddenly remembered.

"Why?" I asked, somewhat puzzled.

"She said you helped a lot when she had a fight with Huo Lixiang last time, so she wants to thank you!" my wife said matter-of-factly.

"That's all?" I asked warily.

"What else do you think there is?" my wife retorted.

"Forget it! I'm not interested in that woman!" I didn't believe Liang Yuzhen would go out of her way to thank me for something like that.

"But I already agreed!" my wife said angrily, turning her head away.

"Ouch, ouch, take it easy, take it easy!" My vest was stomped on, and I cried out in pain, "Fine, I'll go,
okay ?"

"That's more like it!" my wife smiled contentedly.

I was a little annoyed, suspecting that she had done all this just to achieve this goal. The initial comfort vanished instantly.
I rolled over and slid her off me, pulling her tightly into my arms amidst her gasp.

"What are you doing!" Startled, she slapped me.

"Alright, we don't have the facilities at home, let's go to the bed and do some exercises to relax! That
'll improve blood circulation and relieve fatigue." I looked into her eyes, a half-smile on my face.

"Ah! Get away, you pervert!" My wife was startled, pushing away my approaching mouth with both hands.

"I'll be a pervert tonight!" I rolled over, picked her up from the sofa, and walked towards the bedroom.

"My shoes, oh..." she cried out, turning back. Who cares about shoes at this point? Taking advantage of her distraction, I silenced her with a kiss
, finally getting my taste of that red cherry.

Back in the bedroom, I tossed her onto the bed, my eyes gleaming like a wolf eyeing a lamb. "
You stepped on me earlier, now it's my turn to ride you."

"Who wants you to ride me!" My wife, wrapped in the blanket, giggled and hid at the head of the bed.

In a flash, he stripped off his clothes and pounced on the quilt like a hungry wolf. She screamed and
giggled in fright. He caught the slippery eel in his hand; she tried to break free, but he pinned her down, finally calming her down
a bit.

"Will you let me ride you?"

"No! Waaah..."

"Will you let me?"

"No! Waaah..."

"Will you let me?"

"..."

The lamb finally succumbed to the wolf's lewdness. A gentle breeze stirred in the room, filled with tender affection. Their bodies
intertwined , moist, comforting, and entwined. The temperature rose, her breath coming in gasps. Occasionally, she couldn't resist and would take the
initiative, which I gently reciprocated.

Midway through, I regained control, filling her unsatisfied body and soul, intoxicating her, leading her
into one spring garden after another, into one colorful world after another, making her lose herself in them,
never to find her way back.

Spring rain pattered, thunder rumbled, a sudden clap of lightning and sparks scorched and burned us.
The dark clouds dispersed, sunlight streamed through the gaps, warming us and bringing immense comfort. Lost in that
world, satisfied smiles played on our lips as we fell into a deep sleep, embracing each other.

...

The next morning, I woke to bright sunshine. After breakfast with my wife, I took her to her company.

In the morning, I leisurely sat in my office, sipping tea, reviewing the public
reaction . The effect was quite good; most people expressed understanding, and the explosive news had attracted considerable attention,
naturally drawing more people interested in the hunt.

Comments, discussions, and website registrations surged, just as I had predicted.
Although things had calmed down, a thorn remained in my heart.

I thought of that name—Fang Tao, right? The whole matter was still unresolved; now, I could only start with him. I considered
what to do: take direct force and have Liao Yunsong abduct her. After careful consideration, I temporarily
rejected the idea. He was just a nobody being used, and I didn't want to scare him too much or alert him. I had
to think of another way.

Just as I was racking my brains, the phone rang. I picked it up and saw it was an unfamiliar number.

"Who is it?" I said, a little annoyed, and my tone was naturally unfriendly.

"It's me!" A woman's voice came from the other end.

"Oh, what is it?" I recognized Zhang Ting's voice. Although we hadn't met many times and spoken much,
this woman had a certain air about her, the kind of queen who bosses her servants around.

"Come over here right now," Zhang Ting said directly.

"Why should I? I'm not your worker, being ordered around like this. I'm busy here!
Solve your own problems." Although that was her personality, I wasn't that kind of person and wouldn't fall for that. Plus, I had already experienced
this woman's troublesome behavior last time, and I just wanted to stay away from her.

"If you don't come, you'll never see me again!" Zhang Ting said coldly.

"What do you mean?" My eyebrows twitched. This sounded like a threat.

"Hurry up, I'm waiting for you at the place where we first met, only half an hour." Zhang Ting didn't explain
and hung up the phone.

Hearing the dial tone, a surge of anger rushed from his forehead to his feet, then quickly returned. His
hand holding the phone trembled slightly. He gritted his teeth several times, but finally restrained himself. Of course, it was his phone; if he broke it, he'd have to pay to buy a new one
! Besides, what's the point of getting angry at a phone? It wouldn't fight back. He decided to return this
anger to Zhang Ting, to let her taste the bitterness of frustration.

He left the house, dressed and looking furious, ignoring even Luo Xiu's greeting. He drove straight to the Ginza
bar . The doormen were the same ones; he'd been there once before and knew the way. He walked into the lobby, glanced around, and saw Zhang Ting
still sitting in the same corner.

A slight sense of unease crossed his mind, but his anger burned, and he ignored it. I walked straight over, casually sat down
opposite Zhang Ting, tossed the car onto the table, and said curtly, "What did you call me here for!"

Zhang Ting seemed lost in thought, unaware of my arrival, and looked up blankly. For some reason,
the moment my eyes met hers, my heart ached, as if pricked by a silver needle. I tried desperately to banish this feeling
, because her personality made me not think she was a woman who could be hurt.

"Would you like something to drink?" Zhang Ting asked with a rare soft laugh.

Her lips were thin, and when she smiled, they pressed into a line, making their shape indistinct. I had occasionally heard older generations say...
Thin-lipped women are often perceived as mean and cold-hearted, much like Zhang Ting's personality. However, this woman's smile was quite
beautiful .

"Whatever!" I replied somewhat blankly.

Zhang Ting called the waiter and ordered me a drink. I was a bit confused and didn't quite catch what she ordered.
I kept staring at her, wondering if the woman sitting across from me was still the Zhang Ting I knew. In just a short while,
not only had her speech changed, but her expression had completely transformed. I secretly wondered if she had a dual personality!

"Staring at a woman like that is very impolite." Whether out of shyness or to hide
her emotions , Zhang Ting picked up her glass and avoided my gaze.

This conversation and her expression made me a little uncomfortable. She lacked her usual assertiveness; it felt like she wasn't herself anymore
. But to clarify, I wasn't being obnoxious; I was just uncomfortable with her unpredictable behavior.

"That's because you're pretty!" I deliberately probed.

Zhang Ting glanced at me but didn't respond. I couldn't tell if she was pleased or indifferent. This reaction made me
uneasy , so different from what I had imagined. My anger remained bottled up, unable to be released.

After a moment of silence, the atmosphere became somewhat tense. She toyed with the wine glass in her hand, as if something was troubling her.
I secretly wondered what she wanted to say, deciding in my heart that if she asked me for anything, I would refuse.

...

Chapter 568 Her Past 1

Zhang Ting hesitated for a long time, and I was getting a little impatient, when she finally lowered her head and said in a voice barely above a whisper, "About last time, I'm
sorry , I was too emotional."

Her voice was very soft, almost inaudible, but in my heart it was like a lion's roar, almost making me fall off the sofa.
I couldn't believe Zhang Ting would say such a thing, and even apologize. I stared at her, wondering if she had taken
the medicine.

Seemingly finally mustering her courage, Zhang Ting shrugged and smiled faintly, saying, "Also, thank you for your help last time."

Facing her earnest gaze, I was still uncomfortable, forcing a smile and nodding, "Oh, it's nothing."

"Do you think I'm annoying?" Perhaps seeing through my doubts, Zhang Ting said softly.

"No, no," I said, my words betraying my true feelings. Men are actually quite soft-hearted; if a woman
apologizes , no matter how big the problem, their hearts soften, and any resentment vanishes.

That slightly unnatural look caught Zhang Ting's eye, and she chuckled, "It's alright, you're not the only one who
thinks that way."

"What do you mean?" I asked, puzzled.

The waiter brought the wine, but Zhang Ting didn't speak. After the waiter left, she smiled bitterly and said, "All the men around me
think that way. I know I'm not a woman men like."

"No, you're so beautiful, plenty of men like you," I said, picking up my glass and offering comfort.

"You really think that?" Zhang Ting suddenly looked up at me, her face serious.

The wine I'd picked up stopped before I could even drink. Perhaps it was because I'd said too many sweet words, but
faced with Zhang Ting's serious questioning, I didn't dare lie. It was as if a queen who could
see , and lying to her would bring the harshest punishment.

Yet, a hint of joy lingered in my heart, because the familiar Zhang Ting had returned. I drank to cover my embarrassment, saying, "
Maybe !"

Zhang Ting naturally understood, gave a wry smile, and surprisingly didn't force me to say anything nice, unlike most women
. She held her glass, head down, seemingly lost in thought again.

The atmosphere slowly cooled, gradually becoming tense. Perhaps because we weren't very familiar with each other,
I found myself at a loss for words, unsure of what to say. This atmosphere made me very uncomfortable and a little awkward.

After a long while, just as I was about to finish my drink and get up to leave, Zhang Ting looked up and said softly, "I
met him here."

"Huh? Who?" I blurted out, not knowing what I was talking about.

"The person in the photo," Zhang Ting explained.

"Oh." I nodded, the handsome man in the wedding photo from that day flashing through my mind.

Zhang Ting held her wine glass, then lowered her head, her eyes dimming as she said, "I've never seen my father since I was little; my mother is my
only family. From the time I was old enough to understand, my mother has
been

plagued by illness. I heard from the neighbors that it was because she didn't get enough nutrition when she was pregnant with me, and no one took care of her after I was born, leaving her with chronic illnesses." Seeing this strong, somewhat stubborn woman become so vulnerable, I felt a pang of sorrow.

"When I was nine, my mother fell seriously ill and had a fever for two days. I ran several miles to find a doctor,
but he said he couldn't cure her and that I needed to save a large sum of money to go to the city, where she might be able to get better. But our family had nothing but two
pots and a bed; where would we get the money to go to the city for treatment? The doctor prescribed some medicine and left, and my mother
never recovered. To earn money for her treatment, I collected bottles and plastic bags everywhere; I
picked up anything that could be sold." A hint of pride appeared on Zhang Ting's face as she spoke of this.

Although I couldn't fully comprehend it, I could feel her hardship, the hardship of a little girl.

"Back then, a group of kids thought I was dirty, and they would follow me around all day, cursing and throwing stones at me. I fought them,
and even though I was small, I could beat several boys," Zhang Ting said, chuckling.

I wanted to laugh, but I couldn't.

"No matter how hard I tried, after paying for my mother's medicine, there was hardly anything left. We occasionally
had to rely on the help of our neighbors. This went on for three years. On New Year's Eve when I was twelve, I went to town and bought dumplings
. The aunt selling dumplings gave me a few extra. When I got home, my mother was lying in bed as usual. I showed her the dumplings
I bought and told her we were having dumplings for dinner. She even smiled. I still remember her smile clearly;
it was the most beautiful I've ever seen her in my life." Zhang Ting laughed, as if her mother's smile was right in front of her.

But I had a bad feeling.

Lost in the atmosphere, Zhang Ting spoke to herself, "At that time, her face was rosy, and she miraculously sat up in bed
, asking me to help her out. We cooked dumplings together. I thought her condition had improved, and I was
so happy. It had been so long since we sat together. I still remember the scene when she cooked and I tended the fire when I was a child.
For the first time in years, I finally felt the joy of the New Year. That night, she picked up a lot of dumplings for me, and I fed her, but she
shook her head and said she wasn't hungry."

Looking up, Zhang Ting had a happy smile on her lips, her eyes closed, as if lost in that memory.

Sure enough, the smile slowly disappeared, the happiness faded, and Zhang Ting revealed a trace of pain, saying, "No one
knew that was the last meal we ate together. After helping my mother to bed, she held my hand tightly, her face..."
She looked at me calmly and said, "The person I've wronged the most in this life is me." Actually, I didn't understand what she was saying at the time,
but tears still flowed. She told me to take good care of myself and live well, saying
many things intermittently, but my mind was blank; I couldn't hear anything. I stared at her blankly until she
closed her eyes as if asleep.

At first, I could see the pain on Zhang Ting's face, but only now, as she spoke, did tears finally well up in her eyes.

Zhang Ting didn't wipe away the tears that streamed down her cheeks; it seemed only the feeling of cold water could ease her pain
. She bit her lip and continued, her voice trembling with sobs, "I'll always remember that New Year's Eve. Outside, firecrackers were
going off , flames were shooting into the sky, it was all festive, but our house was cold and quiet. The wind rattled the windows. I stood
by my mother's bedside, unable to do anything. I stood there until dawn, hoping for a miracle, but miracles
don't happen in reality."

My eyes also welled up, but I tried my best to hold them back. I didn't want to cry in front of Zhang Ting, because she
was already suffering enough.

"I used the money I'd saved for three years to buy a coffin, and with the help of my neighbors, I buried her on the hillside behind the house.
Every spring, many wildflowers bloom there, and when I was little, she often took me there to pick them." Zhang Ting
finished speaking , seemingly trying to compose herself, and took a deep breath.

But I knew that the cruel reality was just beginning.

"From that day on, I was all alone in the world. I lived alone in that little house for three years, and then,
with my meager savings, I came to this city alone. At that time, I simply wanted a change of scenery, afraid
to continue in that desolate home. When I arrived in the city, I knew nothing, and nowhere would accept me." Zhang Ting pursed her lips,
speaking bitterly.

But now, the sadness was gone from her face; instead, there was determination.

"The city's prosperity and wealth gradually made me forget my pain, and I only thought about how to survive.
During the hard times , I slept on the roadside and picked up scraps
of bread. To earn money, I would walk from the south to the north of the city early in the morning, buy a few small items wholesale for a few yuan, and then walk back to the north to sell them in a basket. Each round trip took several hours, but I barely
made any money. Later, I gradually realized that there are tricks to selling things. On Valentine's Day, you sell flowers; on Christmas, you sell
Santa's red hats; and on ordinary days, you go to amusement parks and buy toys that children like." Having found the knack, Zhang
Ting's face showed a hint of pride.

Life finally started to improve, and I was happy for her.

"Those days were tough, but also unusually peaceful and fulfilling. A bowl of beef noodles could make me happy
all day, and a small gift to myself could bring me joy for a long time." Zhang Ting took a sip of her drink and continued, "After
years of hard work, I finally saved up some money, rented a shop, and my life gradually stabilized. I don't know if it's because I've matured
or my life is more secure, but loneliness has crept back in. Perhaps because of my personality,
the men who get close to me will all leave me soon."

At this point, a bitter smile appeared on Zhang Ting's face.

...

Chapter 569 Her Past 2

"I don't want my home to be cold and quiet every New Year's Eve when everyone else is celebrating. Every
New Year's Eve I turn on all the lights and cook a table full of dishes, but I can't fool myself; it only makes me feel more lonely.
It seems even God is telling me that I'm destined to be alone forever, and this chill is gradually making me afraid to go home." Zhang
Ting's face was filled with bitterness, but her expression was complex.

I couldn't fully understand her feelings, but I still tried to.

"Later, I met him here. He was sitting where you are now. Back then, he was still in
college , not only naive but also quite vulgar," Zhang Ting recalled.

I was a little amused and exasperated. Who would describe their husband like that? But she seemed to be immersed in sweetness, a happy smile
on her lips .

"At first, I didn't want to talk to him at all, but every time I came, he would take the initiative to greet me, trying
to get close . Over time, we gradually became familiar. Later, through conversation, I learned that his family wasn't well-off either. He supported himself
by working part-time while studying, and he had to send the rest of his money back home to help support his family." Zhang Ting sniffed, feeling touched.

I took a sip of my drink, guessing at what I thought was a natural progression.

"His story moved me deeply. I felt like I saw a bit of myself in him. From
that moment on , I suddenly realized that this man wasn't as vulgar as I had imagined. By then, I had some savings, and I
offered to pay for his tuition so he could focus on his studies." Zhang Ting suddenly stopped here, taking
a sip of her drink.

I looked up at her, wondering why she had stopped talking.

"Let's go!" Zhang Ting didn't explain, put down her glass, and stood up to call out.

"Where to?" I was completely confused. This woman was too self-centered.

Zhang Ting didn't answer, and in her high heels, she led the way outside. I could only follow, feeling annoyed.

When we got outside the bar, Zhang Ting recognized my car, got in, and said, "To the place where you met me last time." I

was puzzled, but knowing her temperament, I knew she wouldn't answer even if I asked. I drove off, thankfully it wasn't far.
We were silent the whole way, the atmosphere was a bit awkward. I wanted to turn on some music several times to ease the tension, but I couldn't bring
myself to reach out.

The car was parked on the side of the road that night. Zhang Ting seemed very familiar with the place. She opened the car door and got out first.
I hurried after her. She didn't walk on the road, but went down the steps to the riverbank. I had no idea
what she was going to do, and I followed her, feeling annoyed.

We finally stopped at the riverbank where the ferry used to dock. This used to be the ferry dock, but now that
a bridge had been built, it was in a semi-abandoned state. Standing at the ferry crossing, feeling the river breeze on my face and listening to the
rushing water lapping against the bank, a sense of peace washed over me. Zhang Ting closed her eyes, as if savoring this
tranquility .

"Six months after we met, one day he suddenly brought me here and confessed his love," Zhang Ting said, her eyes still closed.

These words not only shattered the peace but also stirred a ripple within me; the entire river seemed to
echo, its surface rippling with waves.

"I was a little startled at the time because after learning he was four years younger than me, I had always treated him like a younger brother," Zhang
Ting said, a hint of unease in her voice.

This sudden turn of events almost made me lose my footing and fall into the river.

"But he held my hand, his eyes burning with intensity, leaving me nowhere to hide. I, usually so calm, panicked; for the first time
in my life , I wanted to run away, but he held my hand tightly, preventing me from leaving. It seemed my loneliness had already been noticed by him."
He saw everything clearly. He said a lot then, and I slowly fell into the tenderness he wove, becoming dazed and
confused , letting him do as he pleased. Zhang Ting gazed at the rolling surface of the Baotao River, her eyes somewhat intoxicated.

I could only sigh, no matter how strong a woman is, she will become vulnerable when faced with love.

"I still can't remember why I accepted his proposal. Anyway, it was here, on
that night, that we confirmed our relationship." Zhang Ting said the result I had guessed.

But this was only the beginning.

"We were happy during that time. He had to go to school, and I had to take care of the shop. Although we couldn't see each other every day,
we cherished every time we met. He would often bring me small gifts, and I would cook something delicious for him. We spent three happy years
like this , and we had already agreed to get married after he graduated." Zhang Ting's words
were filled with both sorrow and anticipation.

"Sometimes I still worry and feel scared, but he kept his promise. On graduation day, he excitedly ran to my
shop and proposed to me in front of everyone. I hadn't cried in a long time, and for the first time, I cried tears of joy. I was
so happy then, feeling like God had finally granted me happiness," Zhang Ting
emphasized, seemingly unable to forget that moment of happiness.

I was also moved and couldn't help but smile.

Happiness is never long-lasting, and Zhang Ting's smile quickly turned into a bitter one as she looked down at the flowing river. "But
for some reason, we were peaceful for three years. We both thought we understood each other best, that we were the most compatible couple,
but reality shattered our beliefs. We were only married for six months when friction slowly began to appear in our lives,
occasionally accompanied by small arguments."

Faced with this question, I also wanted to know, but I could never find the answer. Perhaps this is the essence of life.

"At first, we could manage, but as time went on, it seemed like every conflict escalated, gradually
reaching a point we couldn't control. After a year of ups and downs, a month ago, he filled out an order incorrectly.
When I confronted him about it, he blamed me for not explaining clearly. I can't say whether it was because I had too much pent-up frustration or something else, but
we had a huge fight right then and there. I thought it was just a normal argument, but the next day, he disappeared
from my life without a word." Zhang Ting sounded helpless as she spoke.

Running away from home? I was unsure how to react, but I comforted her, "Don't worry, maybe he's just
under too much pressure and is going out to clear his head. He loves you so much, he'll be back soon."

Zhang Ting smiled bitterly, "I thought so too at first, but half a month passed, and he still hadn't returned. I got worried and
called home, but even my parents didn't know where he was. That's when I panicked and searched the whole city for him. A few days
later, I finally found him in an old town area."

"But there was a woman I didn't recognize standing next to him. I immediately rushed over to confront him, yelling at him for being heartless. He
didn't argue with me anymore; instead, he put his arm around that woman and calmly said he wanted a divorce." She paused here,
sniffed, and composed herself before continuing, "You know what? At that moment, I felt like everything went black
, and I almost couldn't stand. I don't even remember how I got home. I lay in bed and slept fitfully for a whole day."

This result surprised me. I had initially thought he just hadn't forgiven Zhang Ting yet, but
how could he have fallen in love with another woman in just half a month? If that were the case, it could only mean he never loved Zhang Ting. Was his approach to
Zhang Ting merely for her money? But considering his past actions, it didn't make sense. After all, he eventually
married Zhang Ting, and the person in the photo that day looked honest and didn't seem like a scheming person.

Unaware of my thoughts, Zhang Ting continued, "I'm all alone in the world again, but I ca
n't bear the loneliness any longer. Every day I come home to a cold, empty house, with no one to talk to, no one to care or concern."
She seemed to be in deep pain and loneliness. Suddenly, she turned and asked, "Do you know why you met me here that day
?"

"Why?" I asked casually.

Zhang Ting hesitated for a moment, then looked at the opposite riverbank and said, "Those days I was almost driven mad.
Unable to see him, I went to the place where we had shared memories every day. That night I drank a lot, and for some reason,
I wanted to come here, to see the place where we made our vows of love. Four years have passed, and while the place hasn't changed much,
our love is gone."

"Thinking of our past happiness and joy, and now everything is different, perhaps my fate
was predetermined from the moment I was born, destined to be lonely forever. What's the point of such a life? I jumped from
here ." Zhang Ting said with a faint smile, as if she were talking about something completely ordinary.

But I saw mockery, disappointment, helplessness, and a hint of determination in her eyes. No wonder I was soaking wet that night.
Ironically, the lie I'd unintentionally told the nurse had come true.

"Who rescued you?" I asked, puzzled.

Zhang Ting gave a bitter smile and glanced at me. I vaguely saw something in her eyes, but before I
could react, she jumped into the river.

Chapter 570 Her Past 3

With a splash, Zhang Ting jumped into the river right before my eyes. It was as if a string snapped in my mind;
without thinking, I jumped in after her. Although it was almost noon, the autumn river water was icy cold. I called her
name, frantically flailing in the water, hoping to pull her up, but quickly realized something was wrong.

Just then, Zhang Ting stood up from the water, exhaling a thin mist of white smoke, and chuckled at me.

"Are you crazy!" For some reason, I couldn't help but yell at her in anger. Because we were on the bank,
the water only reached waist-deep.

"Hehe! Now you know who saved me?" Zhang Ting laughed, unfazed by my anger.

"What's wrong with you!" I left Zhang Ting behind and walked towards the shore.

Just as I was about to get ashore, Zhang Ting's leisurely voice came from behind me, "I didn't even have the courage to die. I should
have gone deeper, but for some reason, I remembered my mother's dying words. She told me to live well.
So I clung to life and crawled back to the shore."

I stopped and looked back. Zhang Ting's eyes were already blurred with tears. Seeing her helplessness and tears again, my heart
softened. I turned around and took her hand, saying, "It would be a waste for you to die for someone else." Ignoring her sobs,
I pulled her ashore, saying, "Find a place to change your clothes, or you'll catch a cold again."

"Actually, it feels good this way. At least it lets me know I'm still alive," Zhang Ting laughed from behind.

"You're good, but I'm not. I'm freezing." A gust of river wind blew by, and I couldn't help but shiver.

"Hehe!" Zhang Ting seemed completely oblivious to the cold, still in the mood to laugh.

I was truly helpless with this woman; I wanted to be angry but couldn't, wanted to cry but couldn't. I opened the car door and gestured for her,
"Get in."

Zhang Ting, unusually, didn't argue with me and obediently got in. There was nowhere else to go, so I drove straight to her house.

"I'm so grateful to have met someone like you," she suddenly
said inexplicably as we approached her apartment complex.

"What do you mean?" I asked, puzzled.

"Nothing," Zhang Ting said with a faint smile.

I didn't have the energy to ask further; I was soaked to the bone and felt extremely uncomfortable. I really wondered what this woman was made of; she
was also soaked, yet seemed completely unaffected.

I arrived at Zhang Ting's house again, that once warm little nest. I thought I wouldn't see the wedding photos that had made her so
angry , but they were still hanging there. Worried about upsetting her again, I didn't ask.

Zhang Ting went straight back into the house and came out a moment later with a set of clothes, tossing them to me and saying, "Change out of your wet clothes!"

"Whose is this!" I asked, looking at the men's clothes in my hand.

"His. He might be a little smaller than you, but about the same size. The bathroom's over there." Zhang Ting gestured to
the right.

"What about you?" I asked, glancing over.

"I'm showering in the bedroom," Zhang Ting said without turning around.

Being soaked was really uncomfortable; I didn't even dare sit down. I quickly went into the bathroom, took a quick shower, and changed my
clothes. When I came out of the bathroom, I was stunned. Zhang Ting, wearing a pink bathrobe and a towel wrapped around her head,
was already sitting on the sofa, eating an orange. But what stunned me wasn't that, of course, but her carefree,
uninhibited display of her long legs on the coffee table, most of her snow-white thighs exposed.

"What are you doing standing there!" Noticing me, Zhang Ting called out, "Come over here and see."

I walked over, annoyed. This woman was incredibly oblivious; a man and a woman alone in a room—wasn't this inviting crime
?!

"Not bad, you look more energetic than him in it." Zhang Ting didn't seem to mind at all,
nodding in .

Hearing praise always makes me happy, so I smiled and sat down opposite her. I didn't want her to think I had ulterior motives; I'd already seen everything
last time , and since it was just the two of us, we could only sit opposite each other!

"Want some oranges?" Zhang Ting pushed the fruit basket on the table towards me.

As she bent over, I "inadvertently" saw the pinkish skin beneath her bathrobe. Perhaps she had just showered and wasn't wearing a bra.
This made my mind race, and I couldn't help but wonder if she wasn't wearing anything underneath either. Although my mind was wandering, I didn't want her to notice
, so I picked up an orange and started the conversation, "What are you planning to do next?"

"I don't know, just taking it one day at a time." Zhang Ting looked up and thought for a moment, but ultimately couldn't think of anything,
so she put the orange she was biting into her mouth.

Seeing the missing segment of orange, I felt a pang of regret and blurted out, "Please don't do anything foolish again." "

Hehe, don't worry! I was just teasing you, seeing your reaction. After last time, I've
thought it
through," Zhang Ting laughed, perhaps recalling the scene by the river. Then, peeling the orange, she said, "No matter what, I have to live well. If that's his choice, I can only wish him happiness." As she finished speaking, a hint of
helplessness and bitterness appeared in her eyes.

I sighed, unsure how to comfort her. We chatted casually for a while, and seeing nothing else, I got up to
leave . Sitting together like this, with glimpses of each other's exposed skin, I worried I might lose control and do something
wrong if I stayed too long.

Zhang Ting saw me to the door, not trying to stop me. Leaving Zhang Ting's house, my feelings were complicated. I finally understood why I felt uncomfortable

when she kicked me out last time and heard her yell —because I sensed the sadness in her voice. Every day when I go out, all sorts of people brush past me. Who knows what stories they carry, what pains they hold? Everyone has a different story, and how many of them move us to tears? Perhaps it's because I'm truly touched, but I want to help Zhang Ting, no matter what method I use. On the way back to the company, I thought for a long time, but I still couldn't come up with a good solution. It was already afternoon when I got back to the company. Sun Xueyong was a little surprised I didn't explain to him; the company had just emerged from the mire and there were still many things to handle. I asked Luo Xiu, and everything was fine, except that two newspapers had called, wanting to do additional on-site reports. She was undecided and hadn't agreed yet, waiting for me to come back and make a decision. I asked which two newspapers they were, checked them online, and their reputation seemed pretty good. I had Luo Xiu reply and agree . When we first started advertising, we couldn't find a place to advertise, but now that we have such a good opportunity, we should make the most of it. Browsing the website, everything gradually calmed down. Many people who had never been exposed to it before took this opportunity to experience this pastime. In truth, everyone has a bloodthirsty nature, just like many people enjoy playing with knives, especially men. It's just that with the advancement of civilization, the need and opportunities have diminished, and this nature has been gradually hidden. But this nature is easily exposed; once provoked, it's easily aroused and attracted. Over the past few days, the forum has seen increased discussion, with many people actively engaging with enthusiasts, even if they aren't yet members. This is a good sign. Life is too stressful these days; people always need some kind of spiritual sustenance, whether it's games , cards, drinking, or chasing girls. When you fall in love with a pastime, it's easy to become completely absorbed and unable to extricate yourself. At this rate, it won't be long before the website's membership surges, which means another surge in revenue. I'm a little excited and can't wait to see that day. However, I haven't lost my mind; I know there are still many obstacles along the way, and there's one that urgently needs to be addressed. My head was throbbing all morning. I have to find the person who attacked the company this time, because he makes me feel threatened ; he's too dangerous. Whether I can win or not, identifying the opponent is better than being a blind man groping an elephant, getting beaten without even knowing who's hitting me. Right now, I can only start with Fang Tao. When dealing with men, women and money are always the best methods. Money can be set aside for now; I don't want to spend too much on a newcomer like him, and even if I did, it wouldn't be his turn. So I have to think of women. Who's the most capable of this? My first choice is naturally Ye Ziyan, but then I think about it and give up. That woman wouldn't get involved in something so trivial. After thinking it over, among the women I know, only Gao Yue and Li...

Qiu Yue was the most suitable person to handle this. Gao Yue was out of the question; she didn't want to get involved.

That left Li Qiu Yue, and after thinking it over, he decided that she was the only one suitable. He took out his phone and called this
woman he hadn't contacted privately in a long time.

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