【The Little Horse Crossing the River】(01-03) Author: venibe

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(I)

According to the records, Fang Ping should be an unemployed person in this country. He pays 653.72 yuan per month for personal social security and
medical insurance , which only includes pension and medical insurance. He has never worked since graduation, and of course
, he has never started a business. He lives alone in a lakeside villa by Nanhu Lake in Jiangcheng, and his life is quite comfortable.

As for friends, he doesn't really have any. In the first two years after graduation, he would keep in touch with his classmates, but now that's gone,
and the class group is also lifeless. When was the last time they chatted? It seems like it was the year before last when everyone was sending New Year's greetings
.

Fang Ping has two cars, a Honda Fit, which is easy to drive and doesn't require showing off. He also has a Range Rover, which
he rewarded himself with last year when he turned twenty-six.

His daily life is very simple. He exercises, and Fang Ping likes swimming and long-distance running, and he does these
two sports almost every day. He reads, and he has a large study in the villa, which is also cleverly designed. When he had nothing
else to do, Fang Ping mostly read… well, actually, he didn't really have anything else to do.

As for women… Fang Ping didn't like prostitutes, not because he disliked them, but simply because he didn't enjoy them. He'd
been a few times, but he couldn't have any deep conversations with the girls who acted like they were just doing their jobs. Occasionally, he'd
have a friendly match with Qin Lingling, the woman who sold him his Land Rover; they both got what they wanted, and she had a husband and daughter.

On Wednesday, Fang Ping parked his Land Rover at the Industrial and Commercial Bank of China on Wenqing Road, swiped a card at the machine at the entrance
, and a tall, handsome lobby manager immediately came over: "Hello sir, please come with me to the VIP
exclusive meeting room to conduct your business."

Fang Ping nodded silently. VIP status at the bank was easy to obtain; you just needed to have
a certain . That's how banks are; they serve the wealthy with utmost care and attentiveness
.

Upon seeing Fang Ping enter, a woman in uniform in the VIP room stood up, extended her hand, and bowed slightly:
"Hello, Mr. Fang, what business do you need today? I'm Xu Qian, the duty manager for today."

Fang Ping didn't recognize Xu Qian; Tang Xiao used to handle his business. However, after the last incident, Fang Ping
was somewhat annoyed with Tang Xiao, and this time he came to the Industrial and Commercial Bank of China to conduct his business. If she didn't appear to apologize to him within fifteen minutes
, he would immediately withdraw all the cash from his account and end all business here.

Perhaps sensing Fang Ping's bad mood, Xu Qian's smile deepened: "Mr. Fang, please wait a moment.
Our bank just received a German-imported coffee machine, and the coffee beans delivered are also top-quality from Thailand. Please
have a seat for a while, and I'll go grind a cappuccino for you."

He glanced at his watch; three minutes had passed. Fang Ping's watch was simple, a classic white-dial Seagull watch from China,
costing a little over a thousand yuan. Fang Ping never particularly valued such things.

The coffee was served, not by Xu Qian, but by Tang Xiao. She still smiled at him, "Fang Ping,
why didn't you contact me beforehand? What if I wasn't at the bank?"

Fang Ping took a sip of coffee and said casually, "Oh, it's nothing. I'm just here to handle some simple business."

Tang Xiao's smile softened even more. To be honest, I really liked her smile. Her temperament was quiet and
elegant, and I always felt very comfortable when I came to do business there. Occasionally, I would ask her out for coffee or a bar, and she
would always take good care of me, like a caring older sister.

However, Fang Ping was already tired of her aloofness and the fact that she only offered sweetness without any real progress.

Tang Xiao closed the door to the reception room, pulled up a chair, and sat down next to me. "Fang Ping, how's the coffee
? This is a new recipe I just learned. You're the first person to try it."

That's Tang Xiao's strength; she always made you feel admired, giving you the feeling of being a successful
man .

Fang Ping shook his head: "You know, my taste is limited to Starbucks and Costa."

"Hehe, who said that? That private kitchen you took me to last time was great, I'm still reminiscing about
it!"

That private kitchen last time… more than twenty days ago, Fang Ping drove his Land Rover to take Tang Xiao, who was on break, to eat
there . Fueled by alcohol, he gently kissed Tang Xiao's thin lips and placed his hand on her full breasts.

She moaned passionately, but when I slipped my hand under her skirt, she resolutely refused
again : "Fang Ping, I'm married, I have a husband. I understand you. How about I introduce you to
a new girl in our company? She just returned from studying abroad, she's very pretty."

At that moment, Fang Ping looked at her, and her clear eyes looked back at him. If it weren't for the captivating
blush , I would have thought the woman who had just been so passionate in my arms was a completely different person.

Fang Ping stood up and smiled at Tang Xiao, "Manager Tang, thank you for coming to dinner. I just remembered
I have something to do, let me take you to a place where you can get a taxi first."

"Fang... Fang Ping!"

Tang Xiao called out to Fang Ping, but he didn't answer. Fang Ping drove her to Jiangcheng International Plaza.
She hesitated for a moment, glanced at Fang Ping, and then quietly said goodbye before getting out of the car.

Seeing that Fang Ping didn't speak, Tang Xiao smiled gently and put her hand on his shoulder, "Fang Ping, it's the end of the year, and
our bank also needs to raise reserves. Can you help me meet my target? The interest rate is the same as last year, and I can personally
give you an extra 1.5%.

Fang Ping smiled and looked at Tang Xiao, "For me, an extra 1.5% or less
doesn't ."

Tang Xiao lowered her eyelids and thought for a moment, then gently ran her hand towards Fang Ping's back. Fang Ping suddenly became
uninterested . This woman always gave him a little physical contact when she needed it.
He didn't even know how many big bank clients she maintained this kind of contact with.

At this moment, Fang Ping missed Qin Lingling from the car dealership terribly. "We've got together, both of us can
satisfy each other sexually, and we don't interfere too much in each other's lives..."

Tang Xiao was a social butterfly; she quickly understood the meaning behind Fang Ping's expression. Fang Ping stood
up and said to Tang Xiao, "Manager Tang, thank you for your continued service. I have some expenses now
, so..."

Before he could finish speaking, tears began to fall from Tang Xiao's eyes.

Soon, her face was streaked with tears. She looked at me pitifully and sobbed softly, "Then tell me,
what do you want me to do! I already said I'd go to dinner with you!"

Fang Ping hardened his heart and shook his head. "Manager Tang, you misunderstood. I only withdrew the cash because I
needed it for some investment projects."

Tang Xiao looked at me with teary, hazy eyes. I looked at her with a firm expression. A few minutes later, she stood up
, walked to the opposite side of me, and wiped her tears with a tissue. "Fang Ping, our bank will still
serve . Of course, if you need anything later, you can call me immediately."

Fang Ping nodded without saying another word.

After the transaction was completed, Fang Ping put the documents into his briefcase and left the VIP room.

(II)

Actually, Fang Ping knew that he had enough money in the bank at the end of the year to make Tang Xiao do whatever he wanted
. But in the end, he lost interest in it all: Was it really necessary? Just for the thrill of ejaculation, like Ximen Qing relentlessly
pursuing pleasure?

Fang Ping drove aimlessly, his mind a jumble of emotions.

...

Industrial and Commercial Bank of China

. "Alright, that concludes today's meeting. Manager Tang, please stay behind."

The speaker was Qian Hong, the branch manager presiding over the meeting. A woman in her forties, she possessed boundless ambition and
drive. It was said that she didn't even visit her daughter when she was hospitalized with a fever, all for the sake of achieving a good ranking in the provincial branch's skills competition
.

The two sat down, and Qian Hong took a sip of her strong tea. "Manager Tang, I won't say much else, but you
've always been very mature in your work. There's only a month and a half left until the end of the year. Everyone else is steadily reaching their targets
, but you transferred a large sum of money today."

Tang Xiao looked at Qian Hong and said softly, "President Qian, I understand."

Qian Hong snorted, "Manager Tang, don't say I didn't remind you. Your manager position is still under evaluation
, and how you write your performance report is extremely important. I don't care what methods you use in the next month and a half
to complete the bank's tasks; if you do, I'll definitely write the best words for your year-end performance review."

With that, Qian Hong stood up, took her water glass, and left the meeting room.

Afterwards, Xu Qian quietly said to Tang Xiao, "Sister Tang, did the 'Extinction Master' give you a hard time again?"

Tang Xiao forced a smile at Xu Qian, "It's still about work. Oh dear, Xu Qian, I'm not talking to you anymore.
I promised to pick up my daughter from kindergarten today."

Tang Xiao's car was a Smart; she liked small things, and her small house and car gave her
a great sense of security. Tang Xiao's husband drives a domestically produced SUV, which is said to be inexpensive yet high-spec, giving him face
when going out on business.

Thinking about her husband's business made Tang Xiao a little happier. Although she was busy,
the loans and bills from buying the house, renovating, and getting married were being paid off systematically. Tang Xiao's own salary wasn't much, but she
had many hidden benefits. For example, her daughter could attend a public kindergarten co-built by the bank,
costing only a little over three hundred yuan a month. Meanwhile, the neighbor across the street, Mr. Li, had a son who attended a less prestigious kindergarten
that cost over four thousand yuan a month.

Four thousand! Tang Xiao's university tuition was only a little over four thousand yuan a year!

The advantage of a Smart car was easy parking; there were many luxury cars parked in front of the kindergarten at dismissal time.
Her husband picked up their daughter once, but never again. That time, my husband ran into Xie Mingqiang, the deputy director of the loan department at the provincial bank.
Xie Mingqiang was driving an Audi Q7. He casually shook hands with my husband, who was driving a Haval, and
said somewhat arrogantly that his junior colleague (Tang Xiao) was a prominent figure at school, but had faded into obscurity these past two years…

Actually, it's quite normal. No matter how capable a woman is, having a baby can abruptly interrupt her career advancement. Tang Xiao
was capable, but she became pregnant just as they were preparing to promote her. She suffered severe bleeding during the birth of her daughter and had to stay home for
over a year to recover. One step behind leads
to another. Some of her contemporaries at the bank were already holding significant power or managing entire branches. Meanwhile, Tang Xiao was still struggling to get promoted to even the most ordinary branch manager.

The kindergarten was already packed with cars. With a little time before dismissal, Tang Xiao took out her phone and started reading an English book.
This phone was a Huawei issued by the bank; supposedly, government employees are required to use domestic phones to maintain market share.
Actually, everyone has two phones: one is the Huawei issued by the bank, and the other is the one they truly prefer.

Tang Xiao only had one child. Her husband had given her an apple for her birthday, but thinking that it would be better for him
to be equipped for his business, she gave him the phone.

"Mom!"

Her daughter was happy that her mother had come to pick her up, and Tang Xiao's mood instantly improved. Helping her daughter take
her schoolbag, her daughter pointed to a timid little girl beside her and said, "Mom, this is my friend Wang Yao."

Tang Xiao smiled at the woman standing next to Wang Yao and said, "Your Wang Yao is so well-behaved; she looks like a little
lady."

The woman had a small, thin face, looking like a middle school student. She was quite cheerful: "Not at all, she's
a little timid and doesn't have many friends in kindergarten. Your daughter, on the other hand, is quite the little adult, so talkative."

They complimented each other's daughters, and the woman handed Tang Xiao a business card: "Here, this is my
business card. If you're buying a car, you can contact me; I can give you the best price within my authority."

Her words were very honest, and Tang Xiao immediately felt a bit more favorably disposed towards the woman.

She took the business card with both hands and looked at it: Jiangcheng International Plaza Luxury Car Center, Sales Manager: Qin Lingling.

Tang Xiao didn't bring a business card, so she gave a brief introduction. Qin Lingling covered her mouth and laughed, "So Manager Tang
works at a bank. Now I have someone to guide me when it comes to car loans.

" Tang Xiao knew Qin Lingling was just being polite. She had heard of this luxury car dealership before;
it had a large shop in the prime International Plaza, selling only original imported cars. Many banks were eager to curry favor with this company,
wanting to expand their business there. After all, even a single car loan could easily amount to hundreds of thousands of yuan.

After getting into the car with her daughter, Tang Xiao deliberately started her Smart car slowly. Seeing Qin Lingling driving a
red Beetle, she had a better understanding of her financial situation.

Back home, her mother-in-law was cooking as usual, and her father-in-law was watching TV. When her father-in-law saw his granddaughter return, he immediately picked
her up. Her daughter laughed heartily, and Tang Xiao said, "Dad, why don't you take Xiaoyu out to play for a bit?
It's not good for her to always be watching TV with you."

Her father-in-law was somewhat troubled. The television showed the Communists were close to defeating the Kuomintang; it was the darkest
hour before dawn.

Tang Xiao sighed, thinking back to her childhood. Her parents had a strong sense of education and rarely let her watch
television. Besides forbidding her from watching TV, they also encouraged her to read and think more. Tang Xiao felt that many parents
harshly interfered with their children's interests, forbidding everything, but the children didn't actually learn anything.
On the contrary, her parents, by not allowing her to do certain things, allowed a good thing to enter her life,
which was beneficial to her growth.

"Xiaoyu, come here, let Mom see what stories you learned today."

Hearing Tang Xiao say this, her father-in-law immediately became happy and hurriedly pushed Xiaoyu: "Quickly, go to
the study study hard every day!"

Xiaoyu, though young, was precocious: "Grandpa, then why don't you study hard and watch TV all day?"

Her father-in-law opened his mouth somewhat awkwardly, and Tang Xiao quickly said, "Come here quickly, Grandpa is old, now that you're
retired it's time to enjoy life."

Xiaoyu muttered: "Our teacher said that there are senior universities for the elderly."

Just before dinner, her husband texted: "I have a business dinner. You guys eat first, don't save any for me."

Tang Xiao glanced at her phone, tossed it aside, and pulled Xiaoyu, who was reading, outside: "Come on, wash your hands and eat. Your
dad won't be back until later."

The four of them sat down to eat. Tang Xiao's upbringing dictated that one shouldn't talk while eating, so her father-in-law ate while watching TV.
Her mother-in kept nagging about how expensive the vegetables were today, saying that even a bunch of garlic sprouts cost as much as meat... Xiaoyu was a good eater and
not picky. However, her mother-in-law liked to cook special meals for her, and Tang Xiao had repeatedly forbidden her from cooking late-night snacks for her.

After putting the child to bed and taking a shower, it was already 10 p.m. Tang Xiao checked her phone; her husband still hadn't returned, and
there hadn't been a single message.

Looking at herself in the mirror, Tang Xiao began her post-shower skincare routine. At thirty, although
her skin was still good and her figure was slender, Tang Xiao didn't want to end up like those middle-aged women in their thirties or forties, with waists
several sizes larger than their breasts.

She slept for a while, then was woken up by the sound of her husband coming home and opening the door. Tang Xiao felt her husband, reeking of alcohol
, glance at her. She didn't want to speak. Her husband didn't linger long; he quickly took a shower in the bathroom
and lay down beside her. Soon, snoring filled the air.

Tang Xiao instantly sobered up. She checked her phone; it was past 1 a.m.

Tang Xiao suddenly wondered: What was Fang Ping doing?

Fang Ping was staring at his computer. He had investments in American financial products, all of them conservative. So
, he only needed to observe the overall economic situation and the policy trends of the federal government and Wall Street. Her phone rang twice. Qin Lingling: Honey, I'm in the bathroom, wearing your favorite pantyhose and lace bra. Excited?

Fang Ping smiled and immediately replied: No pictures, no truth. Qin Lingling quickly replied: What's the point of looking at pictures? I'll give you a chance to see the real thing. Fang Ping thought about tomorrow's plans and replied on his phone: Tomorrow afternoon, same time, same place. Qin Lingling replied with a happy emoji: Don't masturbate tonight, save all your bullets for me. *Ding-dong*, another text message arrived: "Fang Ping, what are you doing?" It was Tang Xiao. Fang Ping sighed. Actually, he liked Tang Xiao. Tang Xiao had an oval face, looked gentle and approachable, and was exceptionally capable. Fang Ping enjoyed chatting with Tang Xiao, but there's no such thing as pure friendship between men and women. Occasionally, when Fang Ping was aroused, he'd think about touching Tang Xiao's hands. Sometimes, when Tang Xiao was aroused, she'd allow Fang Ping to touch her a few times. Fang Ping loved chatting with Tang Xiao, but he thought they could probably never go back to that feeling. "Sister Tang, I'll go to your bank in a couple of days to help you complete your year-end targets." Fang Ping didn't know why he replied with this. According to his plan, shouldn't he have waited another month , then used the savings to blackmail her when she had no other choice, and then seduce her? "Thank you, Fang Ping." The reply was simple, but Fang Ping felt a surge of joy upon seeing it. A little while later, Tang Xiao sent another text message: "Fang Ping, Sister Tang is treating you to dinner tomorrow, at that ." (III) Fang Ping was very smart as a child, and was very sensitive to language and numbers. However, as he grew older, he didn't have many friends. His parents had high hopes for him and always fulfilled his wishes for education without hesitation. Therefore, Fang Ping, who read a lot, couldn't play with other children his age. His parents were very busy with their business, and he often studied at home alone. To prevent Fang Ping from going hungry, he received ten yuan a day for living expenses when he was very young. At that time, Fang Ping was reading a book of inspirational American stories about Edison's inventions, Ford's automobile company, and stories of ordinary people who quickly made hundreds of thousands or millions of dollars from small investments. Fang Ping began to develop an awareness of financial management at that time and learned to deliver milk, newspapers, etc. The first thing he did after getting his ID card at the age of sixteen was to open a securities account with the more than 30,000 yuan he had saved over the years . You should know that at that time in Jiangcheng, the price of housing in many slightly remote areas was only six hundred to eight hundred yuan per square meter. Fang Ping's 30,000 yuan was enough to buy a small apartment of 50-60 square meters . After entering the market, he experienced ups and downs, as well as some good gains. Fang Ping's college entrance exam scores were average, only enough for a third-tier university. Tuition was 13,000 yuan, and accommodation was 2,000 yuan a year, bringing his minimum annual expenses to 20,000 yuan. Aside from paying tuition diligently in his first year, Fang Ping spent the rest of his money in the financial markets. Fang Ping's parents always believed that their son would follow a set path, study, and work, currently earning 4,000-5,000 yuan a month . Recently, they considered using their savings to make a down payment on an apartment in Jiangcheng as Fang Ping's future wedding home. Fang Ping naturally refused, citing the unclear housing market policies and the risk of being stuck with a bad investment. In reality, Fang Ping knew that rising housing prices were irreversible, especially in Jiangcheng, a major transportation hub. He already owned several properties in the city. Fang Ping touched his phone, but still declined Tang Xiao's suggestion: "Sister Tang, I have something to do tomorrow, let's talk ." The reply came slowly: Okay.

Fang Ping woke up around noon. After taking a shower, he drove his Land Rover to an apartment
hotel . This apartment hotel was located near the subway station, and the entire fourteenth floor had been rented by the hotel company and converted into
a love hotel. Fang Ping knew the owner of this floor; they had dealt with each other quite a bit before.

After checking in, Fang Ping texted the room number to Qin Lingling.

Half an hour later, a soft knock came at the door. Fang Ping glanced through the peephole, smiled, and opened the door: "Five minutes
late , what's the punishment!"

Qin Lingling tossed her sunglasses onto the coffee table: "I'm exhausted, so exhausted! My little princess insisted on
coming out with me, it was so hard to calm her down."

Fang Ping pulled Qin Lingling's slender waist into his arms, gently stroking it: "Your daughter seems so well-behaved."

Qin Lingling sighed and nestled in Fang Ping's arms: "Even the best-behaved is still a child, sometimes seeing
her is really upsetting."

Fang Ping held Qin Lingling gently. This woman seemed cheerful and outgoing, but getting to know her better revealed
her to be a very naive girl. This naivety wasn't childish in the traditional sense, but rather a kind of
girlish naiveté honed by the harsh realities of society. After Fang Ping first flirted with her, she giggled and nestled in
his arms saying, "I've collected at least thirty or forty business cards since I started this job, and I never thought you'd be the one to benefit from it."

Fang Ping thought she looked like a little girl at that moment, and hugged her, laughing, "I'm
honored . I'll pamper you from now on!"

Qin Lingling kissed Fang Ping's chest, "You said it!"

Qin Lingling was very thin, and Fang Ping gently kissed her neck. Qin Lingling murmured, "Don't...
don't be too rough, he...he's been...at home these past few days."

Fang Ping slipped his hand under her skirt; her cotton panties were damp with moisture. Fang Ping
whispered in Qin Lingling's ear, "Didn't you promise to wear it for me to see?"

Qin Lingling rolled her eyes at Fang Ping, pushed him away, took out an outfit from her bag, and glared at him, "I'm
changing , don't peek."

"Okay, turn around."

Despite having been intimate with Fang Ping many times, Qin Lingling's face still flushed with shyness. Actually, she wasn't really
suited to wearing such sexy clothes because she was very thin, her breasts were like those of a teenage girl, and her buttocks were small but quite
perky.

Fang Ping grabbed Qin Lingling, pulled open her bra, and
sucked .

"Ah... be gentle, it's too hard!"

Fang Ping's bite became even harder, biting down hard on Qin Lingling's cherry-sized nipples with his teeth.

"Ouch... ouch... be gentle... be gentle... it hurts!"

Qin Lingling pushed Fang Ping's head away, but after a couple of attempts, she pulled his head into
her arms , making cries of both pain and pleasure.

Fang Ping liked Qin Lingling like this. This woman had an extremely high pain tolerance. Once, Fang Ping had
bitten her all over, and afterwards she just laughed and scolded him, saying, "What am I going to do with all these marks when we get home?"

Fang Ping pulled Qin Lingling's panties aside, erected his huge penis, and thrust it in.

"Hey, I'm still dry!"

"Hehe, I just love fucking you when you're dry!"

Fang Ping laughed, continuing to thrust hard, plunging his penis deep inside. To be honest, this kind
of penetration hurt a little, but it felt incredibly good to the man.

Sure enough, seeing Qin Lingling roll her eyes, Fang Ping immediately began to thrust wildly. Soon,
the water inside Qin Lingling's vagina flowed like a tap had been turned on. Qin Lingling stuck out her tongue
and licked Fang Ping's face, humming a seductive tune.

After only three or four minutes of thrusting, Qin Lingling had an orgasm. Fang Ping held her tightly, kissing her
face repeatedly. Qin Lingling sighed, smiling at Fang Ping: "Daddy, I want more!"

Fang Ping felt his bones lighten a bit, and his penis, still inside Qin Lingling's flower, hardened again,
thrusting hard once more.

Qin Lingling couldn't hold back any longer after about ten thrusts. She grabbed Fang Ping's head and thrust out her small chest:
"Daddy, bite it, bite it!"

Fang Ping bit down on Qin Lingling's small, bowl-shaped breast, biting hard with his teeth.

Qin Lingling cried out, "Daddy...Daddy...Ah, Daddy..."

After crying for a while, Qin Lingling's body suddenly arched, her hands gripping Fang Ping's back
tightly, making soft, gurgling sounds.

This orgasm lasted a long time. After a long while, Qin Lingling looked at the teeth marks on her breasts and giggled
: "Daddy, you're so cruel!"

Fang Ping kissed her on the cheek: "Did you like it?"

Qin Lingling looked at Fang Ping tenderly: "I liked it. I'll rest for a bit, wait for me a little while, okay?"

Fang Ping nodded, and Qin Lingling yawned contentedly, finding a comfortable position on Fang Ping's chest and falling asleep
. This was her usual habit; after the stimulation of an orgasm, she would sleep for a little while.

...

After showering, Qin Lingling started getting dressed. Fang Ping felt that Qin Lingling was like a fully charged
Transformer , radiant and full of energy.

Qin Lingling glanced at the torn pajamas and messy sheets on the bed, giggled, and kissed Fang Ping: "
Satisfied . I guess I can enjoy this for another week."

Fang Ping returned the kiss, and Qin Lingling patted his shoulder: "Okay, I'm leaving now
. Wait half an hour before you go out."

After saying that, Qin Lingling put on her linen coat, put on her glasses, and left the room.

Fang Ping played on his phone for a while, and about half an hour later, he left a hundred yuan by the pillow and also
left the hotel.

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