【The Young Women of the Central Bank】(Continued) (2.9) Author: Jiang Xiaomei

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Author: Jiang Xiaomei
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Chapter Two: A Woman Adorns Herself for Her Beloved 9

Zhao Ying finally achieved her wish of becoming Mrs. Lin. After marrying into a wealthy family, she discovered that Ying Cheng's family
was not as simple as she had imagined. He had more than ten children, some married and established, some
idle , some dissolute—a diverse group. It turned out that besides his deceased wife, Ying Cheng had a first wife from his youth, who lived in
mainland China.

They had lost contact for years, only to reconnect later. Ying Cheng, now married in Hong Kong
, advised his first wife to stay in mainland China, while his children moved in with him. Faced with this tangled mess of
a family, Zhao Ying quickly demonstrated her abilities. Her previous experience allowed her to handle the complex relationships within the family and
the intricate business dealings within the company with ease.

Zhao Ying quickly became the sole mistress of Ying Cheng's household. As Ying Cheng became increasingly dependent on her, her position
became increasingly unassailable. Ying Cheng was old enough to be her father, and to avoid disappointing her sexually
, he began using his financial backing to enhance his own libido.

Perhaps because Ying Cheng had poured so much effort into her, Zhao Ying's status in the Lin family began
to improve. This improvement was certainly a good thing, but the relationships with those above and below her gradually became complicated. Zhao Ying
became the focus of these conflicts. However, she held the Lin family's financial power and spent money without batting an eye, frequently giving
them benefits. This wasn't necessarily through ostentatious displays of generosity, but rather through subtle and understated kindness.

For example, if a son or daughter-in-law visited her more often or smiled more in her presence, she would give them a larger monthly
allowance or sometimes even a small reward. As a result, the entire family spoke highly of their stepmother. Zhao Ying kept a close eye on the children in
her family . Once, she reminded Ying Cheng that someone
had shown up uninvited at a child's one-month celebration, bringing small gifts that moved the family's daughter-in-law to tears.

All these gestures had an unseen effect. Unconsciously, Zhao Ying's image became not only one of
intelligence and competence, but also of social grace and adeptness, earning praise from everyone. Among them, the fourth
mistress of the family was the closest to Zhao Ying. Perhaps it was because of their age difference, and Lu Zhen's silver tongue that Zhao
Ying felt an instant connection.

The fourth mistress, Lu Zhen, had a wide circle of friends. She took Zhao Ying away from Hong Kong to visit a revered master,
Wang Zhao Ying witnessed the master's extraordinary martial arts skills. Yangming was tall and slender, with handsome features, and looked
to be in his early thirties, appearing no different from an ordinary person. It was said that he often lived in seclusion in the mountains. This time, Lu Zhen went to great lengths,
enduring a long journey, to finally meet him.

Yangming invited them to tea in a lakeside pavilion. The ladies accompanying him, all from prominent families,
had eagerly sought out fortune tellers to predict their lives, family fortunes, and auspicious marriage dates
. Yangming, however, was in no hurry to judge. Instead, he led them on a tour of Mount Luofu, a vast and lush
forest .

They climbed together, deliberately choosing the most rugged paths, the master explaining that he wanted them to experience their own strength and find joy in the climb
. Reaching the summit, these usually pampered
women were somewhat breathless. The master pointed to a palace-like structure with red bricks and green tiles, explaining that it was his
Yunlu Palace, where he practiced his cultivation.

They then enjoyed tea brewed with spring water outside the Yunlu Palace, gazing at the surrounding scenery. Suddenly, the master
walked to a clearing in the distance. He casually picked up a bamboo pole and stuck it in the ground. He then returned to his seat and leisurely drank his tea.
Before long, crows and magpies roosting in the nearby woods, along with some unidentified birds, flapped their wings and
fluttered around the bamboo pole.

The flock of birds squawked and swarmed towards the bamboo pole
, defecating and tearing at it, feathers flying everywhere. Just as everyone was marveling at this, the master went over and
took a twig. He drew a circle around the bamboo pole, and with a "whoosh," all the birds flew away, leaving not a single one behind.

He saw a child leading a cow in the distance and called him over. He told the child to lead the cow over and tie it to
the bamboo . The cowherd discovered that the usually obedient cow, when tried to be led to the bamboo pole, even with its
nose bleeding, refused to budge an inch. He then released the chickens and ducks from their cages and
scattered millet around the bamboo poles. Surprisingly, the chickens and ducks pecked at the millet outside the circle
, but the millet inside remained untouched, not daring to cross the line.

Only then did he convincingly guide them one by one. Zhao Ying herself strolled nearby, admiring
the vibrant trees along the mountain path bathed in sunlight. A gentle mountain breeze caressed her face,
carrying scent. Just then, Lu Zhen came over and asked her why she wasn't going over there.

Zhao Ying asked Lu Zhen if her predictions were accurate, and Lu Zhen replied, "Of course they are! She even knows I had an abortion before marriage." Zhao
Ying felt a chill run down her spine and broke out in a cold sweat. She asked, "Did they all hear that?"

"No, they calculated it one by one." Lu Zhen pulled her over, and Zhao Ying realized that they had all moved to
a side room in Yunlu Palace. The master was sitting behind a desk in the room. Zhao Ying glanced at Lu Zhen and
tactfully withdrew.

As agreed with Wang Yangming, Zhao Ying left Hong Kong half a month later. She had told
Ying Cheng . Ying Cheng asked if she wanted to accompany her, and she said that she dared not have anyone else present. Ying Cheng then told
her to be careful. Wang Yangming had already sent someone to pick her up at the border in a business vehicle. After about an hour and a half's drive
, Zhao Ying looked out the window and saw that they were still heading in the direction of Luofu Mountain.

This time, the journey took them up the mountain via paved roads. The van stopped at the front gate of Yunlu Palace. Zhao Ying got out and saw
two very ancient banyan trees in front of the gate, each over a thousand years old. Their trunks were so thick that it would take three or four
people to encircle them. One of the trees had a withered trunk with charred marks, presumably struck
by lightning.

Strangely, however, tender green buds had sprouted from its top—truly a case of withered wood coming back to life and old trees sprouting new branches—which she found
incredible . Wang Yangming approached: "These two trees are the feng shui treasures of this mountain range. Being large, they attract the wind, and that one
, being too tall, was struck by lightning. It was my skillful intervention that brought it back to life."

"Master, your skill is truly extraordinary," Zhao Ying exclaimed. Yangming then boasted, "Ms. Zhao, I..."
"I told you that once you enter this mountain, you should be completely covered in white, so why are you wearing red underwear?" Zhao Ying
was startled . She was prepared to go up the mountain, dressed completely covered, but then she thought about it carefully. Right,
her underwear was black, but it had a bright red flower on it.

"Just kidding, Ms. Zhao, don't take it seriously." Yang Ming smiled slightly and led her through
the gate . They walked together along the cobblestone path, and before them stood a two-story villa, square and
angular, built entirely of large blue granite stones. The roof was covered with green glazed tiles. The spacious windows were inlaid with
colorful glass, with narrow white beech wood frames, and carved iron bars painted black
.

Yang Ming enthusiastically introduced the layout of the villa to her, describing the location and construction of the villa as if he knew them by heart,
leading her to visit the ornately decorated rooms and interesting furnishings. Zhao Ying mechanically followed him to
his study on the second floor. She noticed the walls were covered with photos of him

with various people, and approached to examine them closely. These were all renowned figures: founding fathers, local officials, movie stars, singers,
TV hosts, business elites, and financial tycoons. There were photos of people of all ages and genders; some were couples with their arms around each other, some were
groups of three or five joking around, and others were serious, formal group photos, like those taken at a meeting.

"Not everyone gets to see these, except for Ms. Zhao," Yang Ming said, a smug
smile on his face. Just then, someone came to report that lunch was ready. Yang Ming placed his hand on her waist and invited her downstairs.
Zhao Ying sat down at the table with a relaxed air. She looked around at the surroundings—the color of the floor, the colorful curtains,
the opulent decorations—all of which were a feast for the eyes.

A fragrant, pleasant aroma, along with the fresh scent of fruit, permeated the dining room.
Yangming sat down opposite her, and waiters brought out cutlery and appetizers from time to time. "Ms. Zhao,
are you satisfied with everything here?" Yangming asked. Zhao Ying nodded, sipping a well-cooked snow frog and
lotus seed soup .

The lunch was extremely lavish, with fresh shrimp, tender stewed meat, fish with almond jam,
a fragrant broth infused with fennel, and thistles served with salad. Then came fragrant rice, sweet lily
jelly, and many sticky desserts—too many to remember their names—along with strong sweet coffee and Longjing tea.

After the meal, Yangming called over two young ladies, both around seventeen or eighteen years old. They led Zhao Ying to
a room. "Ms. Zhao, please change into a robe here, and then we'll take you to soak in the hot spring."
Zhao Ying was a little shy in their presence, but they helped her, quickly stripping her naked.

Zhao Ying's perfect figure immediately caught their eye; her limbs were full and long, her skin
fair and smooth. She had a full bust and a slender waist. They looked at her body with envy, noticing
a thick patch of pubic hair between her legs. Zhao Ying realized they were staring at her lower body without restraint. The excessive hair
in that area had always been a source of great shame for her.

At this moment, one of the women approached her, draped a loose robe over her shoulders, and offered her a pair of slippers.
Then, they escorted her out of the room. They walked through winding corridors, the floor covered with thick,
colorful carpets. Although they walked quickly, they made no sound. Zhao Ying felt that the further they
went down the corridor, the more she realized that there was a hot spring in the basement of the villa when they opened a tightly closed door.

The spacious basement was filled with a fragrant aroma. Tall pillars reached into the roof, the ceiling painted with colorful
patterns, and the walls and floors were inlaid with floral tiles. In the center of the hall was a low-lying pool. The woman in front
said, "Come on, take off your clothes. Wash yourself first, then lie down and relax, drink some juice, and just
close your eyes and rest."

She then took off her clothes first, and Zhao Ying instinctively shifted uncomfortably. But
after a while, she became more at ease and stopped avoiding those dark eyes. In such a place, with everyone
naked , being coy was ultimately a foolish thing to do. However, as she took off her robe, her hands still unconsciously
covered her lower body.

The woman behind her placed a soft towel, perfume, and oil on a small table and also took off
her clothes . "This is a paradise that everyone dreams of. Here you will forget all your worries and troubles. In
the fragrant spring water, you will feel endless joy, all your fatigue will be swept away, and all your
troubles will disappear without a trace." Her voice was melodious and soft.

The water was hot, but Zhao Ying quickly adapted. What made her uneasy was
the feeling of their soft hands caressing her skin. One sat behind her with her legs spread apart, applying a fragrant
ointment and slowly rubbing it down her body. She rubbed Zhao Ying's back, then down to her buttocks,
rubbing one side with each hand, scrubbing vigorously.

Zhao Ying felt a slight pressure in her lower body. Her buttocks swayed, making her vulva
stir , as if it moved closer to her with each rub. The warm steam seeped
into her groin, all of this giving her a pleasurable urge.

Zhao Ying felt a little uneasy and moved slightly away.

"What's wrong? You don't like it?"

"No... I like it. It's just..." Zhao Ying stammered, unsure how to say it. The other laughed loudly:
"Oh, don't be shy, we always rub each other with oil." She said to the other one, "
Wait , you know what we're supposed to do."

She stood up, turned around, and sat down facing the other one. Zhao Ying watched as she saw her companion begin
applying a creamy substance to the other woman's neck, shoulders, and chest. When she reached her breasts, she felt an urge to grasp them tightly.
A wave of panic washed over her. Instinctively, she dipped her hand into the bowl, dabbed some of the cream, and began applying it to her own
arms, neck, and shoulders. But this did not calm her. On the contrary, the sight of them caressing
each other's smooth, alabaster skin only amplified her anxiety.

Zhao Ying focused her attention on her own body, her mind blank. She couldn't see
the smiles , only that one's lips were slightly parted, her pale cheeks flushed, and her dark eyes
gleaming. The other followed her companion's movements, step by step, as if hypnotized.

Their movements were like a dance; through the thick steam, she saw them lost in their passion, gazing at each other...
They splashed water on each other, and one of them seemed to make a sound—the sound of skin rubbing together and a soft moan, filled with
desire. Zhao Ying dared not look at them anymore. Yet, her heart was also filled with desire. The air was filled with a musky scent unique
to women . This feeling enveloped her.

"Alright, now we're going to apply essential oils to you, this is what the master instructed." One of them said
, getting up and pointing to a flat, shiny, white jade-like stone by the pool. She told Zhao Ying, "You have to lie on
this."

As soon as Zhao Ying lay down, the other used a clean towel to wipe her body. When the towel dried the pubic hair between her
legs , she said, "Your place is so alluring, so extraordinary. Don't think
of it as a sin. I like that it can hide so many secrets. A woman's secrets are so deeply hidden, only visible
up close , or perhaps, you need to touch them. How lovely. Alluring, so alluring." Zhao

Ying couldn't answer; her mouth was parched. Whenever she concentrated, she couldn't resist
the pleasurable sensation of her being caressed. Her breasts swelled, her nipples hard and pointed. Thick steam enveloped
them, isolating them from the rest of the world.

[To be continued]

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