[Urban] The Romantic Encounters of a Working Boy (Complete) - 34-36

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Chapter 77 Consulting an Expert Yu

Juanlan had slept with so many men, but never before had she felt so embarrassed, being confronted so openly. She also felt ashamed to see Wenjing every day anymore, thankfully Wenjing was gone. Not only Lanhua, but everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Zhihong had no choice but to take over Wenjing

's affairs. The one who felt the most relieved was Zhigang. It wasn't entirely because it was convenient to sleep with someone, but mainly because he felt that a pair of eyes watching him were gone. No matter what he did or not, those eyes always made him feel like he had thorns in his back, making him uneasy every day. Wenjing now spends most of her time at home, but doesn't come to the company anymore. If she has a performance out of town, she will go on a business trip for a few days, which has already relieved Zhigang.

In fact, during Wenjing's two recent business trips, Zhigang didn't take the opportunity to find other women, but instead obediently went home after work. He felt that since they were married, it was pointless to always quarrel with Wenjing, so he should try to respect Wenjing and take care of her feelings. He wasn't so sexually driven that he had to sleep with women outside the home; it was just a habit from years ago. No one had restrained him in the past, and now, after each conflict with Wenjing, he felt it wasn't worth it. He couldn't remember all the women he'd slept with, but apart from Jing'er, none of them were based on love; at most, it was just liking. He could easily let go of those women and move on to another without any pressure, and they felt the same way about him. Even with Wenjing, it wasn't love; they just got along better.

Zhigang wasn't in the mood for women lately. He also had something to worry about: his EMBA thesis. He'd chosen the topic "How to Seize the Opportunity for Corporate Contraction," but found it too broad and avant-garde. With the knowledge he'd gained from a year of EMBA studies, including his own accumulated knowledge, he couldn't complete it. He wanted to change the topic, but he was reluctant to give it up. This was a conclusion he'd drawn from personal experience and learned a profound lesson. His advisor also thought the topic was excellent; if written well, it would be an outstanding thesis, perfectly capable of being published in a professional journal and even having a significant impact.

Yuqin said she knew someone who was one of the earliest experts in China to propose the concept of corporate austerity, and could invite her to guide Zhigang, but there might be some conditions, such as a fee. Zhigang said, "Charging is no problem, it's only right. Knowledge is also a form of productivity."

"Her name is Yu Juan, she's a woman, and a great beauty,"

Yuqin warned Zhigang, "but you can't have any impure thoughts about her. Her marriage is very happy, her husband is far more outstanding than you, you won't have a chance."

"Don't worry,"

Zhigang said, "I'm a married man now, why would I do such a thing?"

Zhigang and Yu Juan agreed to meet at Shangdao Coffee. Yu Juan was quite pretty, but not quite the great beauty Yuqin described; she didn't have a striking presence, nor did she possess dazzling charisma. Zhigang thought it was strange that women always exaggerate when evaluating other women. What impressed Zhigang at first glance about Yu Juan wasn't her appearance, but rather a unique temperament: natural, genuine, calm, and composed. It resembled water, but not a great river; rather, it was a tranquil stream winding around the village. It resembled a mountain, but not a towering peak or strange rocks; simply a gentle hill at the foot of a larger mountain, covered with groves of trees, grass, and shrubs. Zhigang, in his limited vocabulary, was fortunate enough to find the most fitting description: "Like a lotus emerging from clear water, naturally beautiful without adornment. "

"Hello. My name is Yu Juan," Yu Juan extended a small, fair hand to Zhigang. "Hello. My name is Feng Zhigang," Zhigang replied, taking her hand; it was soft and boneless. They exchanged business cards. Zhigang noticed her card read "Associate Professor, Dongshan University; Vice President, New Anhui Merchants Research Institute." He looked at her, then at the card. Yu Juan asked, "Is something wrong?" "Yes, something is a little off," Zhigang said. "Yuqin said you're an expert on corporate austerity theory. I thought you were 50 years old, but you're so young." " Now, not only are experts getting younger, but entrepreneurs are too. I should be older than you, right?" "I'm a pig. What's yours?" "Me too." "You're a pig too? Are you the same age as me?" "What, you think you're a whole cycle older than me?" "Then let's compare months." "If we compare months, you have to call me 'sister.'" "What month are you in?" "January in the lunar calendar, February in the Gregorian calendar." Zhigang scratched his head and reluctantly called out, "Sister." "Yes!" Yu Juan happily drawled in agreement. Zhigang felt very relaxed with Yu Juan. He pointed to the "New Anhui Merchants Research Institute" on his business card and asked, "Are you also from Anhui?" "Yes. We're from the same hometown." "What does this New Anhui Merchants Research Institute do?" " It's a non-governmental research institution. 'New Anhui Merchants' refers to those who are traditional Anhui merchants, and it's another area of my research." "Am I considered a New Anhui Merchant?" "Of course." "Then what's there to research about someone like me?" “Many of the traditional Huizhou merchants 300 years ago must have thought the same as you, that they weren’t anything special. Because of this, the Huizhou merchants, who were once known as ‘Confucian merchants’ and flourished for a time, despite having many scholars among them, are now difficult to find detailed information about due to a lack of records and research. Isn’t that regrettable? Similarly, if scholars hundreds of years from now look back at today’s Huizhou merchants, we shouldn’t let them have this regret,” Zhigang said. “I’ll listen to your research on the new Huizhou merchants another time. Today, let’s get back to the main topic and ask you for advice on my graduation thesis.” Zhigang showed Yu Juan his thesis outline and some drafts. Yu Juan flipped through them for a while and said, “Judging from your topic, you need a lot of case studies, so I think your next step should be to conduct research in many companies to collect case studies.” “I’ve never done research before, and I need your help.” “I can do research with you; it will also help me with my other research projects.” “That’s great. Professor Yu, how should I pay you for helping me like this?” “How do you think it should be paid?” Yu Juan smiled at Zhigang. "I don't know your rates, but charging is the proper thing to do; whatever the price, that's how much. Go ahead and say it." "I won't charge you. I'm interested in your topic." "What do you mean? Are you trying to claim my paper as your own?" "Something like that. I'll help you finish the paper, and once you pass, I'll get it published in a top domestic business management journal, but both of our names will be listed. What do you think?" "No problem. As long as I graduate, I'm fine with having only your name listed in the publication." "That won't do. Having two names is collaboration; having only my name listed is plagiarism. "

Yu Juan helped Zhigang choose Changjian Machinery Co., Ltd. as the first company to research. Zhigang drove to Yu Juan's house to pick her up and they went to Changjian together. Yu Juan briefly introduced the state-owned enterprise to Zhigang. Several years ago, Changjian had a wide range of products and enjoyed considerable national recognition, but its economic performance was unsatisfactory. At that time, Zhou Kai was the vice general manager in charge of production and had proposed a downsizing plan to the board of directors several times. Zhou Kai believed that although the company had several flagship products, it was too diversified, and neither its technology nor capital could form a true core, resulting in the strange phenomenon that its flagship products failed to become flagships. Zhou Kai suggested that at least three of the four or five mature products be divested, either by selling patents or by selling the entire product along with the technology and equipment, leaving one or two products to form a true flagship, which would give the company a proactive position in subsequent market competition. Zhou Kai had astutely predicted the trend of the Chinese market and the company's development at that time. However, the board of directors did not accept his suggestion. Less than a year later, the situation changed drastically; the Asian financial crisis broke out, and the company's four or five flagship products became four or five burdens. Looking back, if they had followed Zhou Kai's suggestion to divest earlier, leaving only one or two products, the company would have been more than capable of weathering the financial crisis. Zhou Kai was then thrust into the spotlight, and the board appointed him general manager. Although it was too late, Zhou Kai, with the courage of a warrior cutting off his own arm, boldly reformed and integrated the company, managing to save it. This case plays a crucial role in Zhigang's thesis discussion of "the timing of contraction."

Zhigang was surprised that his EMBA classmate had such a remarkable achievement. He asked curiously, "How do you know so much about Changjian Company's history?"

Yu Juan smiled faintly and said, "Back then, I was Zhou Kai's secretary; I typed all his reports. In some places, I even took the initiative to polish and optimize them."

"So how did you leave later?"

"Later, I left to pursue my postgraduate studies. Right after I left, Changjian Company embarked on a magnificent reform, a phoenix rising from the ashes. It's a real pity I wasn't involved."

Zhou Kai walked from behind his desk to the door to greet Zhigang and Yu Juan, shaking Zhigang's hand and saying, "Welcome to offer your guidance."

Zhigang said, "How could I dare to guide you? I just heard Yu Juan talk about your reform efforts; it was truly inspiring. I must learn from her."

Zhou Kai said, "That's all exaggeration. In reality, most reforms are forced, a desperate struggle for survival. The more dramatic the reform, the more passive it is. It's only when the result is good that it's hyped up. What if it failed? Actually, the probability of failure is much higher."

Yu Juan said, "If the suggestions that Chairman Zhou had me draft back then had been adopted, there wouldn't have been this dramatic turn of events, but Changjian Company would definitely be more glorious than it is now. However, this process was so mundane that no one paid attention. It's nowhere near as exciting as the story of a desperate struggle for survival that Chairman Zhou just told us."

“Yes,”

Zhou Kai said, “truly valuable things are often not apparent on the surface.”

Zhi Gang said, “I plan to stay here for a few days and uncover your valuable insights. No objections, right?”

“Welcome. I’ve only been doing things without summarizing them. Wouldn’t it be great if you could help me organize and summarize them, elevating them to a theoretical level? Xiao Yu is an expert now, so please offer more suggestions.”

Yu Juan said, “I hope to be your secretary again.”

Zhou Kai laughed heartily and said, “A great expert as my secretary? I can’t afford that, and I wouldn’t dare to.”

At this moment, Zhi Hong came in. She and Zhi Gang saw each other and asked in surprise, “What are you doing here?”

Zhou Kai said, “Zhi Gang, I’m one of your big clients. It’s your sister who comes to me to promote my products.”

“Really?”

Zhi Gang smiled, “I have some information to share with you. My aged Maotai liquor is going to increase in price, so you should stock up quickly.”

Zhou Kai said, “Great. But I called Zhi Hong here today not to buy your liquor, but because it’s related to Changjian Company’s austerity strategy.”

“Oh?”

Zhi Gang found it strange, “What does this have to do with my sister?”

“The foundry I invested in in City A is actually a way to spin off the company’s entire foundry business, letting it survive on its own in the market. I wanted to invite Zhihong to City A to participate in the management of the foundry.”

Zhihong said, “I don’t know anything about factory management, you’ve come to the wrong person.”

“I didn’t ask you to be the factory manager or general manager. They need a vice president in charge of administration and finance. Aren’t you studying finance? You’d be perfect for that.”

“I haven’t graduated yet, and besides, I have no practical experience.”

“Being in charge doesn’t mean you have to be an accountant. As long as you understand it, it’s easy. You can accumulate experience slowly. You all know the importance of finance. I need someone I can trust to help me manage the money.”

Zhigang said, “Chairman Zhou, you’re undermining me right in front of me. That’s not very kind of you.”

“How could I undermine you? This is giving Zhihong an important position.”

“But what about my winery? You know I acquired the winery in City A, and all the staff have to be transferred there. Shanghai is all relying on Zhihong.”

"Really? I didn't know that. Ignorance is no excuse. But Zhihong should consider her personal development and make a choice. Let's not argue, let her decide for herself. Okay?"

Zhou Kai invited the guests to dinner in a large private room on the second floor of the company cafeteria. Although it was called a cafeteria, the room was quite luxurious, comparable to a five-star hotel room. Zhou Kai said, "This was decorated to receive leaders. That's how state-owned enterprises are, the task of receiving guests is not light."

The wine served at dinner was naturally a local Maotai liquor. Zhou Kai asked the office director Yang Jiaquan, secretary Yao Wenli, and several department managers to accompany the guests. He told Zhigang, "The people I called today can all help you. These next few days, Director Yang will accompany you. If you need any information, ask him. If he doesn't know, he will take you to ask others."

Zhigang and Yu Juan both drank quite a bit, and Zhigang noticed that Yu Juan seemed a little drunk. After dinner, he helped Yu Juan and went with Director Yang to the company guesthouse. It was called a guesthouse, but if it were rated, it would probably be four stars.

Zhigang helped Yu Juan to her room and helped her to bed. Director Yang said, "President Feng, I'll head back now. If you need anything, just ask the front desk. I'll come and have breakfast with you tomorrow morning."

Zhigang

was staying in the next room. He took out his room card to go over, but Yu Juan stopped him, saying, "Don't rush off, chat with me for a while."

Zhigang said, "Sure. You lie down first, I'll boil some water for tea."

Yu Juan sat up and leaned against the headboard, saying, "Lying down is impolite. I've had a bit too much to drink, I'll be fine after leaning against it for a bit."

Zhigang filled the electric kettle, plugged it in, and then sat on the other bed. Yu Juan said, "Do you know what your sister and Zhou Kai's relationship is?"

"Just a business relationship, I guess."

"It's an affair."

"Don't talk nonsense. Zhihong is my sister."

"You should trust a woman's intuition, besides..."

"Besides what?"

"Besides, I've always loved Zhou Kai."

"You love Zhou Kai?"

"Can't you tell? Men are all so foolish."

"I heard from Yuqin that your marriage is very happy."

"Yuqin isn't wrong. But that doesn't contradict my love for Zhou Kai. I fell in love with him when he was the vice president."

"Did Zhou Kai know?"

"More than just knew. We were already lovers then. There was a bedroom in his office, and we often made love there."

"Then why did you leave him?"

"It's a long story. Do you want to hear it?"

"I want to hear."

The water boiled, and Zhigang brewed two cups of tea.

"He's my idol. When he was vice president, I was an office clerk, and he had me print all his documents. Those reports he gave suggesting the company downsize were dictated by him and I compiled them. Everyone in the industry knows I was the first to propose the theory of corporate downsizing, but actually, my inspiration came from Zhou Kai; he was the first to propose and implement it. I went from admiring him to secretly liking him. Back then, I would do anything he asked. After he became general manager, he immediately transferred me to be his secretary. That was the most difficult time for the company, and also the most dangerous time in his career." It was a dangerous situation. The consequences weren't his fault; they were something he had foreseen and desperately wanted the company to avoid, yet he made me bear the burden, mortgaging my future. Back then, he stayed in the office day and night, while I worked day and night writing proposals for him. He lived in the office, and I lived in the factory dormitory. One night, I was working overtime organizing documents and was so tired that I leaned against his bed for a while, unexpectedly falling asleep. When I woke up, I found myself only wearing my underwear, sleeping in his arms.”

Yu Juan's blush faded; she should be mostly sober now. She took a sip of tea and continued, “I felt so happy at the time that I gave myself to him. He was my first man. Our relationship quickly became known to others, and it was precisely this that the anti-reform forces used to try and bring down Zhou Kai. At that time, no one understood the importance of Zhou Kai's reforms better than me. I knew what kind of success would follow, so even if not for Zhou Kai, but only for Changjian Company, I should leave Zhou Kai to protect him and let him complete his mission. I decisively took a long leave to study for the postgraduate entrance examination, and luckily, I passed. Although I left him, his influence on me has continued to this day and will continue to do so. If my success in the postgraduate entrance examination was due to my own efforts and abilities, then my later academic achievements should be attributed to Zhou Kai. I simply wrote down what he did and published it, and his contribution became my achievement.”

Zhigang asked, “Then why didn’t you resume your relationship with him later?”

“Some things, once missed, can never be found again. No matter how much I loved him, I was just a passerby in his life. He had many women in his life afterward, but I could tell he really liked your sister Zhihong, even more than he liked me back then.”

Zhigang said, “You’ve loved, and you have a happy marriage; you should be content. Marriage and love are always difficult to reconcile.”

Yu Juan looked into Zhigang’s eyes and said, “I’ve noticed a problem with your marriage.”

“Why?”

“You care so much about my happy marriage, which proves you’re dissatisfied with the current state of your marriage.”

“You’re so smart.”

“Tell me about it.”

“Actually, it’s nothing much, it’s just that my wife doesn’t quite trust me.”

“In fact, you do have other women outside, and you can’t let her trust you, right?”

Zhigang nodded, admitting it.

"Then it's not a matter of trust or distrust, but a matter of whether you can accept each other."

"That makes sense. It's Wenjing who can't accept me."

"Do you know why my marriage is happy?"

"Why?"

"The so-called 'happy' is just an outsider's perspective. There's no truly happy marriage. Once you accept that, your marriage can be happy. I don't think marriage necessarily requires a lot of love."

"Too much love can cause problems, right?"

"Right. You're very insightful."

"I really should let my wife listen to you."

"That's useless. Your wife can't even accept us having heart-to-heart talks like this, how can she listen to me?"

Zhigang inwardly admitted that Yu Juan was right; Wenjing was so fixated on him because she loved him too much. He understood this, which prevented further, more serious conflicts with Wenjing. But he also understood that if this continued, one of them would eventually break down.

Seeing that it was getting late, Zhigang got up and said, "You should rest. I'm going over."

Yu Juan smiled and said, "Can you sleep over there?"

Zhigang stopped and asked, "What do you mean?"

"You still have other women outside, don't you understand?"

Zhigang said, "I'm afraid it will affect your happy marriage."

"How could you possibly ruin my happy marriage?"

"Don't you still love Zhou Kai?"

"But he doesn't want me."

Zhigang laughed and said, "Just because he doesn't want me doesn't mean I have to? What do you think I am?"

Yu Juan got out of bed and raised her hand to hit Zhigang, but he grabbed her hand, pulled her into his arms, cupped her face, and kissed her lips. Yu Juan's full, red lips lightly touched Zhigang's lips, then pressed against his, her tongue entering his mouth.

Zhigang sucked on Yu Juan's tongue for a while, saying, "It's so relaxing being with you. I can say whatever I want, and get whatever I want without any worries."

Yu Juan touched Zhigang's buttocks with both hands and asked, "What do you want now?"

Zhigang also stroked her buttocks and said, "What do you think?"

Yu Juan grabbed Zhigang's already erect penis through his pants and said, "I want it."

They undressed each other and went into the bathroom, washing every inch of each other's bodies. Yu Juan's breasts weren't large, like two twisted melons. Because they weren't large and were firm and elastic, there was no possibility of them sagging. When Zhigang washed her breasts, Yu Juan trembled all over at the slightest touch. As he rubbed her breasts with shampoo, Yu Juan giggled and said, "I want it as soon as you touch me."

When Zhigang washed her vulva, Yu Juan gasped and endured his rubbing. Zhigang saw a large amount of fluid gushing out from her vulva and knew she was too sensitive. Yu Min, supporting herself on the washbasin, positioned her buttocks and open vulva against Zhigang, saying, "I want it, hurry up and do me."

Zhigang stood behind her, aiming between her large petals, and thrust his penis into her core. Yu Juan cried out, "Ah! Hurry up and do it!"

Zhigang thrust forward violently, feeling more powerful and less likely to ejaculate. After letting him work for over ten minutes, Yu Juan seemed to catch her breath, rolled over, and hooked herself around Zhigang's neck, letting his penis enter her again, crying out, "Put me on the bed quickly. I'm about to climax."

Zhigang carried Yu Juan out of the bathroom and placed her on the bed. She cried out, her climax erupting just then. She clung tightly to Zhigang, closed her eyes, and called out a name loudly: "Zhou Kai. Ah! Hurry up."

Zhigang bravely resisted her climax.

Chapter 78: Yu Juan's husband

, Zhigang's penis remained firmly inside her, constantly stimulating the nerves within. Zhigang looked at Yu Juan's face, delicate and innocent. Her almond-shaped eyes stared directly into his, the pupils clear as water, devoid of any malice. It was hard to believe that just moments ago, this same face had been contorted with lewd pleasure.

"Whose name did you just call?"

Zhigang asked.

"I don't know. Who did I call?"

Yu Juan looked at Zhigang, the innocence in her eyes convincing him she truly didn't know.

"Guess for yourself."

"It must have been Zhou Kai."

"Do you and your husband call each other names during sex?"

"I don't know. Maybe."

"Your husband is truly a magnanimous man."

The constant stimulation began to build up on Yu Juan's face again. Her brows furrowed, and she gasped for breath, as if she couldn't breathe properly. Zhigang relentlessly attacked her, and she cried out, almost lifting him up. Zhigang couldn't resist and finally ejaculated inside her.

In the morning, while still asleep, they heard someone knocking on the next room: "President Feng, are you up?"

It was Director Yang's voice. Zhigang and Yu Juan both woke up, embracing each other, smiling at each other. After a while, there was another knock on the door: "Professor Yu, are you up?"

Yu Juan replied, "Not yet. Please wait a moment."

"Okay. I'll wait for you downstairs."

Zhigang said, getting dressed, "I'll stay next door for a while before coming down."

Yu Juan got up, dressed, and groomed herself. Forty minutes later, she came downstairs, where Zhigang and Director Yang had been waiting on the lobby sofa for some time.

Director Yang led them to the cafeteria for breakfast. The cafeteria was large, with a row of windows for serving food. Director Yang ordered porridge, fried dough sticks, steamed buns, and some pickled vegetables. As he drank his porridge and

took a bite of a fried dough stick, he asked, "What are your plans for today?" Yu Juan picked up a fried dough stick with her chopsticks, soaked it in her porridge, and said, "In the morning, we'll invite everyone who ate yesterday over for a chat. In the afternoon, we'll take General Manager Feng on a tour of the various branch factories and workshops, and then have individual talks with a few branch factory and workshop leaders. That'll be it."

Zhou Kai was treating again that evening. Zhi Hong didn't attend, and Zhou Kai was particularly attentive to Yu Juan. Seeing Yu Juan readily accept and enjoy Zhou Kai's attentiveness, Zhi Gang felt a pang of jealousy. After dinner, they went to a karaoke bar. Yu Juan and Zhou Kai danced cheek-to-cheek, their bodies seemingly glued together. Zhi Gang saw Zhou Kai's penis pressing against Yu Juan's abdomen, and Yu Juan rested her chin on Zhou Kai's shoulder, her eyes closed, seemingly enjoying the sensation. Zhigang felt she had the same expression she had when they were intimate the night before, building up to pleasure. A mix of emotions welled up inside him. After singing for over two hours, Zhigang waited until Yu Juan finished her dance and sat down on the sofa. He whispered in her ear, "I'm going home now. Are you leaving?"

Yu Juan's cheeks were flushed, similar to her expression during their intimacy the night before. She whispered back, "You go first, I'll play a little longer."

Zhigang said goodbye to Zhou Kai and left the private room. He started his car, drove onto the road, and headed towards the company. He knew that tonight Yu Juan belonged to Zhou Kai. In fact, she had belonged to Zhou Kai last night too; he was merely Zhou Kai's substitute, or rather, Zhou Kai's shadow. He felt a sense of loss, a loss he had never felt with any other woman.

Back home, Wenjing was sitting on the bed in her pajamas watching TV. Seeing him enter, she asked, "Is the research finished?"

"One company finished. We still need to research about ten more companies."

"Go take a shower,"

Wenjing winked at Zhigang. This was their unspoken signal; Wenjing was waiting for him to "cultivate" her. Zhigang looked at Wenjing's high, firm breasts beneath her pajamas, and his sense of loss gradually faded. He showered, came out in his pajamas, and sat beside Wenjing. Wenjing wrapped her arms around his neck, kissed his cheek, and asked, "Did you sleep with another woman last night?"

Zhigang felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over his head; his previously aroused member returned to calm. He felt a surge of annoyance, yet also felt he shouldn't be. He had indeed slept with another woman last night; Wenjing's suspicion was entirely correct.

Wenjing continued to cling to Zhigang, kissing his lips. Zhigang sucked on her tongue, gradually becoming aroused again. He buried his face between her breasts, licking the soft skin of the valley, his cheeks rubbing against her soft, warm breasts. Wenjing held Zhigang's head in her arms, like holding a child. Zhigang thought, this is the woman who belongs to me.

Wenjing began to moan softly. Zhigang licked the sensitive clitoris above her flower, and Wenjing writhed, moaning as if in unbearable pain, her voice growing louder. Her flower, a long, thin crack, widened, revealing a fleshy red stamen at the top, with an opening in the center. Zhigang licked it, and the petals closed like a mimosa, then opened again. A clear liquid gushed from the opening, squeezing it out with each contraction, overflowing the flower and flowing onto the sheets. Wenjing's moans grew louder and more urgent, her **suddenly opening wide, refusing to close for a while. Zhigang quickly slid his thick jade pillar into the opening, letting it envelop him tightly, thrusting repeatedly.

The twitching of the petals developed into the convulsions of the flower, then spread to convulsions throughout her body. Wenjing felt as if she were suspended in mid-air by Zhigang's spear tip, swaying without support, only the spear tip providing a point of support. She felt herself melting into the sky. Suddenly, she felt herself still exist, as pleasure surged through every nerve in her body. Unable to bear it any longer, she screamed and struggled desperately, feeling the tip of the gun pierce her body, floating in the air.

Zhigang felt his penis become empty and enormous; only by thrusting relentlessly could he feel his own existence. He persisted until his penis slowly closed, tightly enveloping his manhood. He remained firmly erect inside.

Wenjing was used to Zhigang's prolonged thrusting inside her. She calmed down, waiting for the second climax.

Zhigang loved watching women's expressions during orgasm. They were like vibrant flowers battered by storms, gales, snow, and frost—almost none displaying the serene and joyful expression of blooming in gentle breezes or sunshine. Strangely, the more these flowers were ravaged, the more beautiful and vibrant they became, making him want to destroy them even more. During her orgasm, Wenjing screamed hoarsely, her eyes half-closed. Through her eyelids, he could see her gaze fixed on Zhigang—a gaze full of love and tenderness, yet also tinged with a hint of terror. Every time Zhigang saw that gaze peeking through the slits of her eyelids, he felt himself melting, wanting that gaze to stay fixed on him forever.

He brought Wenjing to orgasm three times. In the third orgasm, he let himself be engulfed by the surging waves, and that loving and tender gaze gradually faded like a flame in the tide.

After Zhigang finished writing his thesis, he sent it to Yu Juan. A week later, he received a call from Yu Juan, saying she wanted to discuss the revisions in person. "Where should we meet?"

Zhigang asked.

"Come to my house this afternoon. I don't want to go out."

Following Yu Juan's directions, Zhigang found her apartment complex, parked his car, looked up the building number, and found the 1502 button on the electronic doorbell on the wall downstairs. He rang the doorbell. He heard someone answer the intercom, but no one spoke. With a soft "click," the door opened. Zhigang took the elevator to the 15th floor. The door to 1502 was already ajar; he pulled it open easily. He changed into slippers as he entered, and Yu Juan, wearing a nightgown, came out of the study to greet him. The nightgown was semi-transparent, revealing her slender figure underneath. Although her breasts weren't large, the two nipples were clearly visible, arousing a desire to suckle. After their last research trip to Changjian Machinery Company, they had jointly researched seven or eight large and medium-sized enterprises, both state-owned and private. Most of these trips required more than two days, but Zhigang insisted on not staying at the companies. He preferred to drive Yu Juan home every night, then go home himself, and pick her up again the next morning to take her to the company. He didn't want to hear Yu Juan call out Zhou Kai's name during their intimate moments again; it made him feel like a substitute, an inflatable sex doll.

"Wear a coat,"

Zhigang suggested.

"Why? Isn't this fine?"

Yu Juan struck a pose with her hands on her hips, then twirled around, her arms outstretched, her nipples jiggling inside the nightgown, like two eyes winking at Zhigang, seducing him.

Zhigang said, "It wouldn't be good if your husband saw this when he got back."

"He's away on a business trip, don't worry. As long as you can resist the temptation, everything will be fine."

Yu Juan didn't intend to tease him. She led him into the study, and the two of them sat together in front of the computer, studying the revisions of the paper section by section. The paper was over 40,000 words long, and they had been discussing and flipping through it from beginning to end for more than three hours. This was only a rough outline; Zhigang would need to go back and revise it slowly.

“I’m very confident in this article,”

Yu Juan said, her eyes shining as she looked at Zhigang. “You’ll definitely pass the defense. Then I’ll condense it to about 10,000 words and submit it to the magazine *Modern Enterprise*. I’ll also include it in my future monograph.”

Zhigang said, “According to you, you stole Zhou Kai’s work, and now you’re stealing mine.”

“Stealing requires ability. Besides, I didn’t really steal; I discovered and recreated it.”

“I’m hungry. Will you invite me to your home?”

“Sure. There are some pre-made meals in the fridge. I’ll cook a couple of dishes, and we can have a couple of drinks.”

Yu Juan put on an old coat to protect herself from the cooking fumes and went to the kitchen to cook. Zhigang looked around the study. It was clear it didn’t belong to Yu Juan; it was her husband’s study. A large crystal ashtray sat on the desk, indicating her husband was a heavy smoker and probably smoked continuously while working at night. The bookshelves were cluttered, mostly history and literature books; there wasn’t a single book on business or economics. Zhigang didn't know where Yu Juan kept her books, or if she had another study. Perhaps her study was too small for two people, so she was using her husband's. On the bookshelf was a large photograph of Yu Juan and her husband. Her husband was a head taller than her, with a robust build, a square face, and dark skin, looking like he came from a farming background; it was hard to tell his current social status. Zhigang thought, someone who could marry Yu Juan must be no ordinary person.

"Zhigang, come out for dinner,"

Yu Juan called him from outside.

Zhigang went to the dining room, where Yu Juan had already taken off her coat and was sitting at the long table. On the table were three dishes and a soup: stir-fried shredded pork with mushrooms, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, stir-fried greens, and radish and pork rib soup. Yu Juan said, "This soup was made by my husband before he went on his business trip yesterday. It's very fragrant; you should try some."

Yu Juan ladled a bowl of soup for Zhigang. The soup looked clear, with little oil. Zhigang took a sip and indeed it was very fragrant—a rich, mellow, and refreshing aroma. This flavor couldn't be achieved without hours of slow simmering. Zhigang said, "No wonder Yuqin said your marriage is happy; it seems it's mainly thanks to your husband."

"Nonsense,"

Yu Juan said. "A happy marriage must be a matter for both people. How can one person's marriage be happy?"

"Are you really happy?"

Zhigang looked up at Yu Juan.

Yu Juan opened a bottle of red wine, poured some for Zhigang and herself, and said, "There's no such thing as a truly happy marriage. The key is to be content. He's a good husband, and that's enough."

Yu Juan raised her glass, clinked it against Zhigang's, and took a sip. Zhigang asked, "What about Zhou Kai? Is he a good lover?"

Yu Juan's eyes reddened slightly. She said, "When Zhou Kai was your lover, he was a good lover. A very good lover."

"Isn't he your lover now?"

Yu Juan gently shook her head and finished her glass.

Zhigang didn't dare ask further and also took a sip.

Yu Juan poured herself another glass of wine and said, "You're not a good lover."

"Why?"

Zhigang stared at her, his eyes wide.

Yu Juan's eyes reddened again, and tears streamed down her face, falling into her wine glass. Zhigang felt a pang of anxiety; he couldn't bear to see a woman cry. He pulled out some tissues for Yu Juan, but she wouldn't take them, so he went over to wipe her tears. Yu Juan hugged him and said, "Why are you ignoring me?"

"I'm not ignoring you."

"You're not ignoring me? After you took me once, you acted like a playboy who toyed with women, avoiding me as if you were afraid I'd cling to you."

Zhigang said resentfully, "I feel like I've been played by you. You slept with me once and then ignored me, throwing yourself into Zhou Kai's arms."

"Since you know how much I love Zhou Kai, can't you understand me being with him? Who are you to me that I have to remain chaste for you?"

"Precisely because I'm not anyone to you, there's no question of ignoring you."

"I know I hurt your pride that day. It was my fault, I'm sorry."

Yu Juan stood up and hugged Zhigang, who hugged her tightly in return. After a few words, Zhigang's resentment had vanished, and he realized he might have been a bit petty. He had never acted this way before; perhaps he truly loved Yu Juan, and didn't just see her as a fleeting encounter.

Thinking this, Zhigang's penis hardened. He stroked Yu Juan's back through her nightgown, feeling almost as if she were naked. He picked her up and carried her into the bedroom, placing her on the bed. Then, he lifted the hem of her nightgown, revealing her blooming flower. Zhigang inserted his penis into her, and Yu Juan let out a soft "Ah," followed by a gentle moan.

During her orgasm, Yu Juan's eyes were tightly closed, her head swaying from side to side, as if shaking her head in rejection. Her mouth was open, revealing her tightly clenched white teeth, as if she hated someone.

Zhigang heard the sound of a key unlocking the door outside, and he was terrified. Yu Juan suddenly opened her eyes, her expression shifting from pain to horror, staring at Zhigang with her mouth agape.

The third to enter was Yu Juan's husband, Wang Meng, dressed in a military uniform with the rank of lieutenant colonel. Seeing a man and his wife naked in bed, his face turned ashen, his fists clenched, and he stepped forward, punching Zhigang hard across the face. Blood trickled from Zhigang's eye, flowing down his face in several streams. Yu Juan screamed, grabbing the nightgown Zhigang had just given her to cover her chest.

Wang Meng snapped, "You two, put your clothes back on!"

Zhigang quickly put on his clothes, regaining his composure, and walked up to Wang Meng, saying, "Go ahead and hit me again . I'm a bastard, I seduced your wife."

Wang Meng punched him again, knocking him to the ground. Yu Juan also put on her nightgown, ran over to help Zhigang up, and said, "Hit me, I seduced him."

Wang Meng was furious, saying, "You two seem to have a real bond, both protecting each other? I'll hit you too!"

With that, he slapped Yu Juan. The slap was light, but five red finger marks still appeared on Yu Juan's face.

Zhigang stood up, pulled Yu Juan behind him, and said to Wang Meng, "How could you hit your own wife? Hit me then. Will you hit me or not? If not, I'll hit you."

As he spoke, Zhigang punched Wang Meng. This enraged Wang Meng even more, and he punched Zhigang more than a dozen times, knocking him to the ground and kicking him several times. Zhigang felt that Wang Meng's fists were very heavy, like iron hammers, as if his left ribs had been broken, and the pain was excruciating. Yu Juan cried and clung to Zhigang, saying, "Just kill me. I don't want to live anymore."

Zhigang sat up, pushed Yu Juan away, and said, "Don't interfere. Let him hit me, let him vent his anger first."

Wang Meng had already vented his anger and sat on the bed, panting heavily, considering how to handle the situation. Yu Juan took a tissue to wipe the blood from Zhigang's face and helped him to his feet. Zhigang wouldn't let her help him, saying, "It's okay. I can manage myself."

Wang Meng pointed at Zhigang and said, "You'd better get out of my sight right now. If you don't, I'll make sure you disappear from this world."

"Okay. I'm leaving,"

Zhigang said. "If you're a man, come at me

if you have a problem. I'm waiting for you." Zhigang endured the excruciating pain in his left rib and staggered away from Yu Juan's house. He sat in his car, closed his eyes, and rested, considering how bad things had become. He hadn't expected Yu Juan's husband to be a soldier; if he didn't let it go, Zhigang might face imprisonment. The worst part was for Yu Juan; what would become of her? He regretted not listening to Yuqin and ruining this happy marriage, a destruction that was irreparable. After

calming down for a while, Zhigang called Yuqin: "Yuqin, something bad has happened."

"What happened?"

"I was with Yu Juan, and her husband caught us."

"What? Where were you caught?"

"At her house."

"You're incredibly audacious. It's a military marriage, a serious matter. I told you not to touch her, why didn't you listen?"

"You didn't tell me it was a military marriage. Don't talk about me anymore, I'm already regretting it myself."

"How are you now? Did you get beaten up?"

"I feel like my ribs are broken."

"Where are you?"

"I'm still in her apartment complex, in my car."

"Don't move. I'm coming right away."

Zhigang felt even more pain now, knowing he really couldn't move, so he tried to sleep for a while, but the intense pain made it impossible. The wound near his eye reopened, and blood flowed down. He grabbed a few tissues to wipe away the blood, then grabbed a few more to press against the wound. Time passed very slowly. He looked at his watch; only 10 minutes had passed. Yuqin wouldn't be there for at least another half hour.

He didn't know how much time had passed; Zhigang was somewhat delirious, feeling as if a lifetime had passed, until finally he heard Yuqin's voice.

"Zhigang."

Yuqin found Zhigang's car and opened the door. "How are you?"

"Not dead yet."

Zhigang smiled weakly at Yuqin.

"You deserve to die."

Yuqin scolded, "With so many women, why did you touch her?"

Wu Min also arrived and said from the back, "Don't say anything, hurry up and get him to the hospital. Even if he doesn't die, he'll die from the pain."

Wu Min pushed Yuqin aside, helped Zhigang out of the car, and lay down in the back seat. Yuqin also got in from the back door and sat beside Zhigang, supporting him. Wu Min started the car and drove to the hospital.

Lying in the car, Zhigang asked Yuqin, "What does Yu Juan's husband do?"

"A special forces instructor."

Zhigang gasped.

"Scared? If someone wanted you dead, one punch would have been enough. The fact that you're still alive after so many blows only means they used the strength you'd use to swat a fly."

"Will he divorce Yu Juan?"

"I don't know. Even if they don't, things won't go back to how happy they were before."

Yuqin reached down to Zhigang's crotch and pinched his penis hard, saying angrily, "I wish I'd castrate you."

Wu Min drove to the nearest district hospital and went to the emergency room. The doctor examined Zhigang thoroughly and said, "His ribs might be fractured, but they're not dislocated, so it's not serious. There are no major problems elsewhere. We can't take X-rays tonight, so stay here for now and we'll take one tomorrow."

Yuqin went to complete the admission procedures and asked, "Are there any private rooms available?"

The female doctor sitting inside checked on the computer for a while and said, "There are no private rooms available in the orthopedics department, but there is one double room vacant. If you pay for a private room, you can stay there. However, if there are special circumstances, such as a sudden influx of patients and a shortage of beds, we'll have to arrange for someone else to stay there."

"No problem. We'll take this room."

Wu Min and Yuqin helped Zhigang to the room and laid him down. Wu Min said, "Yuqin, you stay here and take care of Zhigang. I'll go back first, and I'll bring some supplies for his hospital stay tomorrow."

"Okay,"

Yuqin said, "Drive carefully."

Wu Min and Zhigang said goodbye and left. Yuqin sat down next to Zhigang, leaned over to look at him, and said with a smile, "You'd better behave yourself from now on, right?"

Zhigang said, "I don't know how serious it is. It's best not to let Wenjing know."

"We'll know after the X-ray tomorrow."

"What if Wenjing finds out if it doesn't

heal quickly?" "You're only thinking about Wenjing now?

What were you doing all this time?" "Yuqin, help me think of a way to keep it from Wenjing.

" "Zhigang, you seem to have changed."

"How have I changed?"

"You care so much about Wenjing, it's like you never did for Jing'er before."

"You don't know, Wenjing is very concerned that I have other women. If she knew why I was beaten, she'd be furious."

Chapter 79 You Are My Woman

Wu Min came early in the morning and took Zhigang to get an X-ray. The result showed that there was no major problem with his ribs. There might be a slight fracture, but it will heal on its own as long as he avoids strenuous exercise.

Yuqin asked the doctor, "When do you think I can be discharged?"

"Observe for another two or three days, and if there are no problems, I can be discharged."

Back in the ward, Wu Min said, "It seems this special forces soldier knows his limits; he taught Zhigang a lesson without seriously injuring him."

Yu Juan appeared at the door. Zhigang asked, "Why are you here?"

Yuqin said, "I called her."

Wu Min asked Yu Juan, "Does the special forces soldier know you're here?" Yu Juan

said, "He's away on business again."

Zhigang said, "Is this a real business trip?"

"Yesterday was also a real business trip,"

Yu Juan said, "but there was a last-minute change."

Wu Min asked Yuqin, "Yu Juan is here, do you want to go back and rest?"

"No need,"

Yuqin said, "I rested on that bed last night. Besides, Yu Juan can't stay too long; if the special forces soldier sees her again, things will get really out of control."

"I have something to do, so I'll leave first."

Wu Min left. Yu Juan sat down next to Zhigang, looking at the bandage wrapped around his forehead, and tears streamed down her face. Yuqin said, "You're still playing the real game? Should I leave?"

Yujuan wiped away her tears with a tissue and said, "Who can be like you, so easy to let go? You don't even recognize the men you've slept with."

Yuqin said, "You have to be able to let go to play the game. You can't play the emotional game, or you won't be able to handle the consequences if you mess it up."

Yujuan said, "But I can't do it."

"If you can't do it, then don't play. I see you always play for real, and you always hurt yourself. Let's see how you clean this up."

Zhigang noticed five faint red finger marks on Yujuan's left cheek and asked her, "He didn't hit you last night, did he?"

"No."

"What did your husband say?"

"He didn't say anything. We didn't talk last night, and he left early this morning."

"I hope he doesn't divorce you."

"You heartless bastard,"

Yuqin said, "Are you afraid she'll divorce him and marry you?"

"No, no,"

Zhigang quickly defended himself, "I'm thinking of her."

"Who knows who you're thinking of?"

Yuqin asked Yujuan again, "What are you thinking?"

“Of course I don’t want a divorce. But he’s the kind of person who can’t tolerate any flaws, and I’m afraid he’ll have a hard time accepting me again.”

“If he truly loves you, he will accept you,”

Zhigang said. “Yujuan, you should go back first.”

“Yes,”

Yuqin said, “You should go back first. Zhigang is alright now.”

Yu Juan went back. Zhigang said, "You still need to help me think of a way to keep this from Wenjing for the next couple of days. No matter what I make up, she won't believe me."

Yuqin said, "I'm a woman, she'll believe even less of what I say, and she'll even start to doubt me and you."

"Make up a reason, and have your husband Wu Min tell her."

Just then, Wenjing called. Zhigang glanced at Yuqin and answered nervously, "Wenjing, what's up?"

"Where are you?"

"I'm... with Yuqin and her husband."

"I just wanted to tell you that I'm going to perform again soon, to Guangdong and Hainan, for a week."

"Oh. You're leaving right away?"

"Yes, I'm leaving soon. My flight is at 2 PM, to Guangzhou."

"Okay, I understand. Take care of yourself while you're away."

After hanging up, Zhigang breathed a long sigh of relief. Yuqin said, "You always have such good luck. When you encounter a problem you can't solve, suddenly someone helps you, or you don't even need to solve it."

Zhigang's worries returned to the present situation: "No one can always be lucky. This special forces soldier in front of me leaves me at a loss."

"Yes. If he accuses you of disrupting a military marriage, you'll be in jail."

Three days later, the doctor gave Zhigang a full physical examination and confirmed that there were no problems. The pain in his left rib area had also eased, and he estimated that, as the doctor said, it was nothing serious. After being discharged from the hospital, Zhigang didn't feel relieved. He kept waiting for Yu Juan's husband to confront him, but there was no news. He felt as if a sword was hanging over his head, not knowing when it would fall. It wasn't until two weeks later that he received a call from Yuqin: "Zhigang, Wang Meng wants to talk to you."

"Who is Wang Meng?"

Zhigang felt that the name was unfamiliar.

"Looks like I didn't hit you hard enough, the impression isn't deep enough. You're Yu Juan's family's special forces."

"Oh."

The sword finally fell, and Zhigang's tense nerves suddenly relaxed. "Okay, what time, where?"

"Two o'clock this afternoon. Come to my house."

Wang Meng was wearing a suit today, looking like a farmer-turned-entrepreneur. They sat on the sofa in Yuqin's living room. Yuqin made them tea and then left. Facing Wang Meng, Zhigang felt calmer, thinking that whatever the outcome, it would come soon, and there wouldn't be a long, unpredictable wait.

After two weeks of reflection, Wang Meng also seemed very calm. He asked Zhigang, "Do you love Yu Juan?"

"I like her,"

Zhigang said.

"That means you haven't reached the point of loving her. Just because you like her, you want to sleep with her. I think you've probably slept with many women, haven't you?"

Zhigang didn't speak, proving Wang Meng was right. He said, “I’m not here to morally judge you. I don’t care how many women you’ve slept with. But you slept with my wife, and I want an explanation. If you love her and she loves you, I’ll step aside and let you two be together. But you haven’t fallen in love with her yet, so you decide how you want to bear the consequences.”

“It’s come to this,”

Zhigang said, “I can only say I’m willing to bear all the consequences to the best of my ability. It’s up to you what you ask for.”

“I want to go back to the way things were with Yu Juan. Can you let us go back? I know you have money, but I won’t take your money. I just want your promise, a man’s promise.”

“Go ahead.”

“Promise never to see Yu Juan again.”

“Living in the same city, it’s hard to say you won’t see her. I can only promise you I’ll never be alone with her again.”

“That promise will do. But you have to write a guarantee.”

Zhigang thought to himself that he absolutely couldn’t have anything in writing, so he said, “I can’t do that. Since I’m making a promise as a man, I don’t need a written guarantee.”

Wang Meng unconsciously clenched his fists on his knees. Zhigang saw this and said, “You have two options for punishing me now: one is to sue me for breaking a military marriage and have the court sentence me to a few years in prison; the other is to beat me up again, to your satisfaction. I accept both options without complaint. You decide.”

Wang Meng was silent for a while, his fists clenched on his knees, his knuckles cracking, and he said sadly, “What’s the use of punishing you? Actually, the one who suffers the most punishment is me. We can never go back to the way things were.”

Wang Meng swung his right fist and slammed it against his head, stood up and walked out. His calf bumped the glass coffee table, and with a crash, the teacups spilled out, though they didn’t fall over. Yuqin saw him open the door in the kitchen and said, "Eat before you leave."

Wang Meng didn't even turn his head, waved in Yuqin's direction, and left.

Yuqin took a rag and wiped the water off the coffee table, took away Wang Meng's teacup and emptied it, then refilled Zhigang's teacup. She sat down next to Zhigang and asked, "How did the talk go?"

"Nothing much. He wanted me to promise never to see Yu Juan again."

"Did you promise?"

"Yes."

"If you promise, you have to keep your word."

Yuqin wrapped her arms around Zhigang's neck and said, "I warned you, if you ever want a woman again, don't touch someone like this. Understand?"

Zhigang hugged Yuqin's waist, kissed her lips, and said, "How long has it been since we had sex?"

"About a year."

"It's safer to have sex with you." "

Of course. Even if Wu Min sees us having sex, it doesn't matter."

Yuqin rolled over and pinned Zhigang down, took off her top, and her pair of snow-white breasts blinked, dazzling Zhigang's eyes. He grabbed her breasts with both hands, then moved down to the depths of her pubic hair.

Yuqin stripped Zhigang naked, freeing his penis, which plunged straight into the sky. She licked it from top to bottom with her tongue, then sucked on it until Zhigang felt it was about to burst. She then straddled him, letting his penis enter her already huge and empty vagina. She screamed wildly, her breasts bobbing up and down, reminding Zhigang of their first time together in her car. It was the first time he'd been ridden by a woman; it was new and exciting.

Yuqin's orgasm came quickly, her dolphin-like cries rising from low to high, her vagina constantly clenching his penis, causing Zhigang to ejaculate as well.

“You’re such an old flame,”

Zhigang said, kissing Yuqin’s breasts. “It still feels so good when we’re together.”

“Old flames are always better,”

Yuqin said, her eyes sparkling as she looked at Zhigang. “Don’t always think about changing to new ones.”

“I accept your criticism,”

Zhigang said, burying his head in the valley between her breasts. “I want to come and have sex with you often.”

Yuqin affectionately stroked Zhigang’s head between her breasts and asked, “You haven’t participated in wife-swapping activities in a long time, what’s going on?”

Zhigang looked up and said, “Wenjing would never participate in such activities. She’s only ever had me as her man, she’s never been with any other man.”

“Who told you to marry Wenjing? Since you married her, you have to accept her. Wenjing and this special forces soldier are a perfect match.”

“They’re a perfect match in their attitude towards sex. But the special forces soldier isn’t very educated, Wenjing might not be interested in him.”

“Oh, how educated are you? How did Wenjing become interested in you?”

“We have common interests.”

"Do you have anything in common? Why can't you think of anything together?"

"Common ground isn't necessarily in everything. Even if you have something in one area, that counts."

"Then how do you know she's not with the special forces soldier?"

"What, you really want Wenjing to be with the special forces soldier so I can get a divorce?"

"See, you still can't bear to part with Wenjing."

Zhigang promised Wang Meng he wouldn't meet with Yu Juan alone, so he had to finish his thesis on his own. Fortunately, Yu Juan had already given him feedback, so after revising the thesis, he couldn't show it to Yu Juan anymore and submitted it. He felt pretty good about his thesis defense.

As a result, his thesis not only passed smoothly but also won the highest award in the class. The teacher recommended it as a model to the whole class, requiring everyone to read it, not only for improving thesis writing skills but, more importantly, for future business management practice.

Zhigang couldn't help but share this joy with Yu Juan. He called Yu Juan, who happily said, "Congratulations! You're one of my best students."

"How did I become your student?"

"I guided you in writing your thesis, so of course you're my student."

"But we're collaborators. Do you still want it published in a journal?"

"Of course. I'll start condensing it right away. Zhigang, how have you been lately?"

"Great! See, your thesis passed."

"You heartless bastard, you've forgotten me so quickly?"

"How could I forget you? Didn't I promise your Wang Meng I'd never see you again?"

"I'm sorry, I made you suffer."

"I really didn't feel like I suffered at all, and I'm even willing to take more beatings for you. I feel sorry for you and for Wang Meng. How are you two getting along now?" "

So-so. There's something I need to tell you, he's about to be transferred to civilian work."

"Transferred? Staying in Shanghai?"

"Staying in Shanghai is difficult. Even if he stays, he won't get a good job. He might as well go back to his hometown."

"Are you going back with him?"

“He asked me to transfer there too, but that will take time.”

Zhigang hesitated for a moment, then asked, “You still love him, don’t you?”

Yu Juan also hesitated for a moment, then said, “He loves me more, so he’s forgiven me. But we can never go back to the way things were.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault. Really. He’s too traditional.”

Zhigang suddenly felt a pang of sadness and said, “Maybe we’ll never see each other again.”

Yu Juan seemed to be affected by his words, hesitated for a moment, then comforted him, “With information and transportation so advanced now, we could see each other even if we were at opposite ends of the earth.”

“That has nothing to do with information and transportation. We’re both in Shanghai now, and we can’t even see each other if we want to, let alone in the future.”

Yu Juan was silent for a while, then asked, “Do you want to see me?”

“Of course I want to see you. Last time you were intimate with Zhou Kai, I was jealous, but I thought it was just a coincidence. But not seeing you these past few days, and I even promised Wang Meng I wouldn’t see you, makes me feel like I’ve lost something, I feel empty.”

“Don’t lie to me. I know you don’t lack women, and besides, you have a wife at home, how can you feel empty?”

“It’s precisely because I don’t lack women, and even with a wife at home, that I still feel empty inside, that shows I might really have fallen in love with you.”

Yu Juan hesitated for a moment, then said, “If you really loved me, you wouldn’t care about your promise not to see me.”

“That’s a woman’s perspective. A man’s word is his bond; he can’t go back on his word.”

“After all that talk, aren’t you just defending your actions? Who told you to make that promise? You brought it on yourself.” The page with

Yu

Juan was turned. Zhigang had lost count of how many women he’d passed over the years; it was all as simple as turning a page in a book. Only Jing’er, etched in his heart, remained untouched. However, thinking of Yu Juan always brought a dull ache to his heart, as if the crack in his ribs hadn’t healed but had instead moved to his heart. This was different from the excruciating pain he felt when Jing’er left him; it wasn’t obvious, but like an old wound on a rainy day, it would torment him from time to time. He hoped this crack would gradually heal with time.

During the time Zhigang was writing his thesis, Lan Hua and Zhi Chun did a lot of work for the A City winery. Lan Hua's biggest headache was raising the 20 million yuan down payment for acquiring the winery. Without this money, the winery in City A couldn't be transferred, and therefore, a mortgage loan couldn't be secured, making Zhi Gang's so-called capital operation impossible. It was Jing'er who helped, mortgaging a winery in a neighboring village in Maotai Town to a local bank and securing a 20 million yuan loan.

Zhi Chun and Zheng Ting had already completed their marriage registration and held a small wedding at the village hall. After the wedding, Zhi Chun and Lan Hua went to City A. Fortunately, she and Zheng Ting had been living together for many years and didn't care about a honeymoon.

The winery transfer was still underway, and Lan Hua and Zhi Chun had already moved in. They drove from Shanghai, and as soon as they arrived at the winery, Zhichun received a call from Wang Yaozong: "Zhichun, you've arrived in City A?"

Zhichun asked, "How did you know?"

"Is there anything in City A that I don't know? I have a reception event right now. Would you like to come to the Jiuzhou Hotel after dinner?"

Although Wang Yaozong spoke to Zhichun in a consultative tone, his usual condescending leader's tone left no room for negotiation. Zhichun replied, "Okay."

After having dinner in the cafeteria, Zhichun said to Lanhua, "I'm on my way."

Lanhua took out her car keys and gave them to Zhichun, saying, "Go ahead. Be careful."

Zhichun smiled and drove Lanhua's car to the Jiuzhou Hotel. She went to the front desk and said to the receptionist, "Secretary Ye Changqing asked me to get a room key."

"Oh."

The receptionist, obviously following Ye Changqing's instructions, handed Zhichun a room key.

This was room 2812, not Wang Yaozong's private room. Zhichun swiped the card to open the door and saw that it was also a suite. She took a shower, put on the nightgown she had brought, and leaned against the bed watching TV, waiting for Wang Yaozong to arrive. About two hours later, she heard the door open. She got up, ran to the door, and threw herself at Wang Yaozong, kissing him. Wang Yaozong's breath reeked of smoke and alcohol, but Zhichun didn't mind the smell; Dali and Zheng Ting both smoked and drank, and she was used to it. Wang Yaozong held Zhichun tightly, as if afraid she would run away, kissing her passionately for a while, saying, "Baby, I missed you so much. Let me take a shower and kiss you properly."

Zhichun felt a heat rising in her body as she listened to the running water in the bathroom. She grew increasingly fond of this refined man, even more so than of Zheng Ting. Zhichun herself didn't realize that deep down, she was most attracted to strong men, so Lan Hua's comment that she only liked him after being seduced was quite accurate. At the same time, her experience growing up in the countryside made her admire cultured people, and she looked up to officials with even greater reverence. Therefore, Wang Yaozong's combination of strength and refinement made her, like a dandelion seed blown into the autumn wind, both helpless and willingly drawn to him. She loved Yaozong but dared not hope to marry him, knowing that marriages for politicians like him were often mere formalities, so she willingly became his mistress.

Wang Yaozong, still in his pajamas, emerged from the bathroom, pushed Zhichun onto the bed, and kissed her. Yaozong had brushed his teeth; Zhichun smelled the fresh scent of toothpaste mixed with a faint aroma of tobacco and alcohol, a scent that intoxicated her, making her savor it. She loved this smell; the mere whiff of it aroused a strong desire in her, a longing to possess the man who possessed it.

Yaozong loosened the sash of Zhichun's nightgown, a dress he had bought abroad for over a thousand euros. Whenever he saw Zhichun wearing this dress, he felt an urge to possess and torment her. Zhichun's beautiful, white breasts were revealed beneath the dress. Yaozong lightly traced the tip of his tongue around her breasts, and Zhichun felt a cool breeze, her whole body trembling. Her flower below was already impatiently and shamelessly fully open, eagerly awaiting Yaozong's pleasure. Yaozong's tongue finally licked from the dark forest, lingering on the clitoris, gently pressing and lingering, causing Zhichun to moan incessantly. The petals below opened and closed, yearning for the gentle caress of his tongue, and the stamens writhed, oozing clear liquid. Zhichun couldn't help but cry out, "Ah! Yaozong, hurry! Ah!"

Yaozong deliberately raised his head and asked, "Hurry? Hurry what?"

He admired Zhichun's contorted face and body, her fair skin flushed, and her erect penis seemed about to roll off. He calmly slid his penis into her vagina, making Zhichun squeeze her legs together, tightly wrapping his penis within her petals. Each thrust tugged at Zhichun's nerves, making her feel as if she were flying in the sky. Zhichun

's body and soul melted, and she thought happily that she was willing to die for this old man. When the climax came, she thought that she was already dying for him, and this pleasure was the process of dying.

Everything ceased to exist.

Yaozong released his last bit of strength on Zhichun and collapsed into her arms.

They slept in each other's arms until dawn. When Zhichun woke up, she found that Yaozong's penis was hard, so she got up and straddled him, letting his penis enter her own open vagina. She didn't know why she had become so wanting, but being with Yaozong made her want to be like this. Yaozong was awakened by her movements and was surprised to find his penis tightly wrapped in her vagina. He rolled over and pinned Zhichun beneath him, thrusting into her violently until they both cried out and destroyed themselves together.

Yaozong checked his watch, got up, and put on his clothes, saying, "I have to go."

Zhichun tried to get up, but Yaozong held her down, kissed her lips, and said, "Sleep a little longer."

Zhichun watched Yaozong get dressed while she slept, feeling a sense of happiness. Yaozong dressed, took a bunch of keys out of his bag, and said, "I almost forgot. I got you a villa. Here are the keys. You'll live there from now on. I can come see you whenever I miss you."

Zhichun sat up and said, "I don't want a villa. I'll live in the factory."

"How can that be? It's not comfortable to come here like a secret operation whenever I miss you. This villa isn't yours, nor is it mine, but it belongs to both of us. You can stay as long as you want, and we can do whatever we want in there. Listen to me, move in these next few days."

Zhichun said, "I don't like living in a villa. It's more convenient to work in the factory, and it's easier to communicate with Lanhua."

"You're my woman now. Whether you work or not doesn't matter. If you need money, just ask me. Is 20,000 yuan a month enough?"

"I don't want money either. I want to work."

"You can work if you want. It's boring to have nothing to do. But you must live in the villa. Remember, you're my woman, and you must listen to my arrangements."

Yaozong's last sentence was unquestionable, and then he left. Chapter 83 (February 12th
) - Quality Issues and the New Factory Building of the Midas Touch

Winery: Lan Hua was very worried about the quality of the construction. Someone had told her that the contractor was cutting corners, but after visiting the site several times, she couldn't figure it out. The supervisors Zhao Weimin sent were also basically laymen. What to do?

Lan Hua thought of Kan Wei; he was an expert and would surely have a solution.

Kan Wei said on the phone, "I'll go with you to take a look."

"How could I?"

Lan Hua said, "You don't even care about the quality of your own construction site, how can you come to me to manage it? Just send someone."

"I'll go take a look first, and then I'll consider sending someone for you."

Once at the construction site, Kan Wei was much more familiar with it than Lan Hua. He navigated the site thoroughly, and Lan Hua couldn't keep up with him. He was now living a life of luxury and hadn't worked in a long time, but he climbed up and down the building under construction with far more agility than Lan Hua, not at all like someone in their fifties. The first floor of the office building had just been poured with concrete. Kan Wei pulled a small hammer from his pocket and tapped here and there, his face gradually turning grim. Lan Hua knew something was wrong and followed him out of the construction site, asking worriedly, "How's it going?"

Kan Wei gritted his teeth and said fiercely, "Skimming, it's shoddy workmanship, downright shoddy. It has to be torn down and rebuilt."

"What? How much damage will that cause?"

"The damage is theirs. But no matter whose it is, no matter how much damage it causes, it has to be torn down."

"What if they don't do it?"

"Don't do it? Go to the supervision department and demand an inspection. Sue anyone who says they won't do it."

"Is it that serious?"

Lan Hua was a little incredulous.

“Of course,”

Kan Wei said, looking at Lan Hua. “When I was a foreman, I personally poured concrete myself. After I started developing real estate, I required concrete to be poured many times. The concrete they poured not only had a problem with the ratio of cement, sand, and gravel, but they also didn’t control the setting time well. The first layer of concrete was too soft, and the second layer was too hard, so there wasn’t enough time to vibrate and smooth it out within the specified time. In this situation, the operator is either a novice or negligent.”

Lan Hua immediately demanded a rework from the site quality manager who had been following them and called their supervisor. The administrator said the person in charge wasn't there, and Kan Wei told him, "If you insist on continuing construction, you're only increasing your own losses. Let's go."

While Lan Hua and Kan Wei were still on their way, the construction manager, Yu Wanli, called: "Mr. Chen, I'm so sorry, I wasn't at the site just now. Where are you? I'll come over immediately for your instructions."

Lan Hua said, "I'll be at your office right away. Please come to my office."

They had just sat down in the office when Yu Wanli rushed in, bowing repeatedly to Lan Hua and saying, "Mr. Chen, please forgive me regarding the project. The concrete has already been poured; if we have to redo it, I'll lose a million. Do you think there are any other remedial measures?"

Lan Hua asked, "What remedial measures do you have?"

“For example, if we strengthen the other parts of the project at the back, this little bit of concrete won’t affect the overall quality,”

Kan Wei said. “You’re fooling laymen. Do you think it’s like nailing a bench—if it’s not sturdy, you can just add a nail? Smashing it down and rebuilding it is the only way. Don’t take on a job you can’t handle; any losses you incur are your own doing.”

Yu Wanli didn’t know Kan Wei, but he knew he was an expert, so he said to Lan Hua, “President Chen, I’d like to invite you to dinner tonight. How about we discuss a solution over dinner? Please also join us and offer your advice.”

Lan Hua said, “What’s the point of inviting you to dinner? If you just agree to smash it down and rebuild it, there’s no need for a dinner.”

"Mr. Chen, my invitation to dinner has nothing to do with whether or not the work needs to be redone. Even if I decide to demolish it tomorrow, it's only right that I treat you to dinner today. After all, we're a long-term partner, and there's a lot to discuss beyond this concrete issue. Tell me, if I had invited you and this fellow to dinner a few days earlier and listened to your advice, wouldn't this have been avoided? So, it's my fault for not communicating enough with you, and I must make up for it today. If you don't give me face, it means you won't help me correct my mistakes, preventing me from improving. It's not a problem if I can't improve, but I'm not confident about the quality of the subsequent projects. It's not that I don't want to try, it's just that I

lack the ability. Don't you agree?" This explanation made Lan Hua laugh. She said, "You're too good at talking. So, if we don't have this meal today, we'll be responsible for the poor quality of your future projects?"

"No, no,"

Yu Wanli quickly explained, "I want to advance my career and hope you can help me. I'm working for you anyway, so helping me is helping yourselves, right?"

Lan Hua asked Kan Wei, "Mr. Kan, do you think we should go?"

"Yes,"

Kan Wei said decisively, "Why not? He's right, cooperation is long-term and requires frequent communication. Going there will help him advance, which is also helping ourselves. We can't change our minds just because we have one meal with him."

Yu Wanli knew Kan Wei was someone important, so he exchanged business cards with him and learned that he was an investor in a city complex project in the city center, a real estate tycoon. He quickly shook Kan Wei's hand and said, "No wonder you're so knowledgeable, you're a senior. Thank you so much. Please give me your guidance."

Yu Wanli arranged to host the dinner at the Jiuzhou Hotel. Besides Kan Wei and Lan Hua, he also invited Zhi Chun, Zhao Weimin, and Fang Yuqiao. He knew these people were powerful figures in the neighboring village's winery, and he couldn't afford to offend any of them.

Ding Shaoxing also came. He was the middleman, and Yu Wanli needed him to mediate. He was shrewd; he didn't tell Ding Shaoxing why he was hosting the dinner, fearing Ding Shaoxing would refuse to come if he heard about the quality issues. Indeed, Ding Shaoxing was only there to introduce the project; nothing else mattered to him.

During the drinking, Yu Wanli didn't mention the project at all, only urging everyone to drink. It was normal not to discuss business while drinking, so Lan Hua and Kan Wei didn't bring it up either. After the drinks and dinner, Yu Wanli placed a pack of Zhonghua cigarettes in front of everyone. Lan Hua and Zhi Chun already knew this was the last course, and they had to have some whether they smoked or not, so they put the cigarettes in their pockets like the others. Yu Wanli said, "Let's go, let's start the second half."

Lan Hua said, "Forget it. Let's go back."

"No way,"

Yu Wanli said, his face flushed and neck thick with alcohol, "You can't break the local rules. The banquet is only halfway through after the drinks; how can it end before the second half even begins? No one can leave. Let's go up to the fifth floor."

The fifth

floor was the karaoke room. Yu Wanli booked a large private room and ordered a huge amount of food, including popcorn, peanuts, candied fruit, braised duck, and melon, as well as beer and soft drinks. Shortly after they sat down, a madam brought in a dozen or so women, all heavily made up and scantily clad, who lined up in front of the guests. Yu Wanli said to Kan Wei, "Mr. Kan, why don't you choose one first?"

Kan Wei shook his head and said, "I don't want one. Let Director Ding choose one." Since

the guests weren't choosing, Ding Shaoxing felt awkward about it and also strongly encouraged Kan Wei to pick one. Seeing that Kan Wei was still unwilling, Yu Wanli assumed he was just being shy, so he pulled a woman over and pressed her down next to him, saying, "Let me choose one for you."

Kan Wei whispered a few words in the ear of the woman sitting next to him, and she smiled and returned to her line. Lan Hua came over and said, "Mr. Kan, just pick one of the girls. Just pretend Zhi Chun and I don't exist. We all know what's going on, what's there to be embarrassed about?"

Kan Wei said to Yu Wanli, "Mr. Chen is my wife's sister, my sister-in-law. Do you think I can call her a girl?"

"Really?"

Yu Wanli looked at Lan Hua, then at Kan Wei, seemingly understanding. "Then forget it. Let's sing ourselves."

Yu Wanli waved his hand, and the madam, unhappy at not making a sale, took all the girls away.

Kan Wei pulled Lan Hua to dance, and Lan Hua said as she danced, "Why don't you call a prostitute?"

"With you here, why would I call a prostitute? First, it would be disrespectful to you, and second, a prostitute wouldn't be attractive."

"You mean you'd call a prostitute if I weren't here?"

"I've been through this kind of situation many times; whether I call a prostitute or not doesn't matter to me anymore."

"Why did he invite us? Couldn't he just redo the work?"

"He's still hoping to avoid redoing if possible. That's unthinkable in Shanghai, but it's possible in the inland areas. He also has another purpose: to plan for future communication. After all, the project has only just begun, and there will be many things to deal with later."

"I should have entrusted the project to you and asked your partner contractor to do it."

"That's why I wanted you to cooperate with me on the old winery site project, but by then your project had already started. Now believe me, you'll encounter many difficulties, right?"

"I believe you. It's true that different professions are like different worlds. So, can I hand this project over to you for supervision now?"

Kan Wei looked at Lan Hua and said with a smile, "Are you dumping a mess on me?"

“How can you call it a mess?”

Lan Hua said with a smile. “I know you don’t care about money, but I still have to pay you. You should charge me what I’m supposed to charge.”

“You know I don’t care about money, yet you still bring it up?”

“Consider it a favor, so I can have less to worry about and age more slowly.”

“That’s a good reason. Okay, to keep you young, I’ll do you this favor.”

Lan Hua smiled brightly at Kan Wei and said, “Thank you.”

Kan Wei couldn’t help but kiss Lan Hua’s cheek. Lan Hua was startled and glared at him, saying, “Don’t play these games with an old woman. Go play with a prostitute.”

Kan Wei said, “Okay, no more tricks. Shall we go to a hotel? You’re not going to be hesitant about this, are you?”

Lan Hua still glared at him and said, “Give me a good reason too.”

“We’re both single in City A, and we’ve been single for quite a few days now. We both have needs.”

Lan Hua really did need something. These days, Zhi Gang had been too busy to see her, and she didn’t have another man available here. Seeing that she was lost in thought and silent, Kan Wei pressed her for an answer, "Is your reason sufficient?" Lan Hua

glanced at him, her eyes softening, and said, "Yes, it is."

Kan Wei pulled Lan Hua close, his erection pressing against her lower abdomen. Lan Hua understood this body language and reciprocated, stroking his buttocks with her hands. When the music ended, Kan Wei helped Lan Hua back to the sofa and left.

A moment later, Lan Hua received a text message from Kan Wei containing the numbers 1808. Knowing it was the room number, Lan Hua whispered in Zhi Chun's ear, "Zhi Chun, I have to go now. Drive my car back."

Zhi Chun took Lan Hua's car keys, looking at her with questioning eyes. Lan Hua gave him a knowing smile, and he understood, replying with a smile, "Okay. Go ahead."

Lan Hua knocked on the door of room 1808. Kan Wei had already showered and was wearing his hotel pajamas. He helped Lan Hua take off her coat, hung it up, and then embraced and kissed her. Lan Hua kissed him for a while and said, "I'm going to take a shower."

Kan Wei turned on the TV and leaned against the bed, listening to the sound of running water in the bathroom, imagining Lan Hua's appearance. He had slept with countless women, mostly young women, and now he had lost interest in that kind of game. He couldn't remember most of them, and what did it matter if he had slept with them all? It was all the same now; he was still himself, what difference was there from not having slept with them at all? After fifty, he began to think about his retirement life, wanting a companion to spend the rest of his life with. This was something those young women couldn't give him.

Lan Hua finished her shower and came out wearing the hotel pajamas. The pajamas were very large, almost dragging on the carpet, but even so, her breasts still prominently protruded from them. The two pajamas should have been the same size; Lan Hua's height was about the same as Kan Wei's, but Kan Wei was strong and broad-shouldered, so they fit him perfectly. Lan Hua saw that Kan Wei's little brother was making a tent in his pajamas, so she unbuttoned his pajamas, and his jade pillar pierced the sky. Lan Hua grasped the jade pillar and sucked on it. She deliberately turned her body upside down with Kan Wei, exposing her breasts to him. Kan Wei looked at the half-open, erect slit before him and extended his tongue, tracing it upwards. Her jade lips slowly opened like spring flowers in a gentle breeze. Kan Wei's tongue then entered the flower's core, feeling its undulating movement and the abundant fluid flowing onto his tongue.

The two mature men skillfully enjoyed each other. Lan Hua sandwiched the jade pillar between her breasts, rubbing and rolling it like starting a fire, then letting it move in and out. The jade pillar felt the warmth and softness of her breasts, like a precious sword wrapped in brocade in its sheath. She felt her lower orifice was fully open, so she had Kan Wei flip her over and take the large jade pillar into her. The expected pleasure made Lan Hua moan and writhe, while the experienced Kan Wei remained unhurried, using a rhythm of nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, then progressing to six shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, then three shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, making Lan Hua's orifice move like a wind instrument, producing beautiful music.

Lan Hua's climax suddenly arrived; her enormous orifice swallowed Kan Wei, the waves dissolving and digesting him like gastric juices.

Lan Hua, her face flushed and her eyes glazed over as she looked at Kan Wei, said contentedly, "At this age, just say what you want. Why play games and beat around the bush? What's the point of chasing after someone?"

Kan Wei kissed Lan Hua's cheek and said, "I really want to marry you."

Lan

Hua said, "I have a man. I won't divorce my husband for you."

"What does your man do?" "

He works as a security guard at a company in the neighboring village. He's missing an arm. He was sitting in the countryside one night when a wolf bit him."

"Are you telling me this to discourage me?"

"A successful person like you, so easily discouraged? You'd even be jealous of a man with only one arm?"

"That's a different matter. I want to marry a woman, but I can't. In that respect, I'm a loser. And the man who married you, of course, makes me jealous."

Lan Hua played with Kan Wei's limp penis with one hand and said, "I've already done it with you, what more do you want?"

"I want to marry you."

Kan Wei felt his penis rise again, rolled over and pinned Lan Hua beneath him, spreading her legs to let his penis slide into her. He said, "I want to do this to you every day."

Lan Hua liked it when a man did this to her repeatedly. This older man, 12 years her senior, was so capable, and she liked that too. She thought that if it weren't for her third brother, she might really consider marrying this older man. Half an hour later, she suddenly reached her climax, slapping the mattress with both hands, and arched her body, lifting Kan Wei into the air.

The next morning, Lan Hua received a call from Ding Shaoxing: "President Chen, I just found out about the project. Do you think you could smooth things over? The building is definitely very sturdy; our Construction Bank building was built by Yu Wanli. We're old friends, and we'll likely cooperate again in the future, so please continue to support us."

Lan Hua replied, "I'm sorry, President Ding. I've already handed over the project supervision to Shanghai Donglu Real Estate Development Company; the rework needs to be handled by them."

Ding Shaoxing persisted: "This happened before you handed it over to Donglu Company; you should handle it yourself."

Lan Hua could only say, "How about I discuss it with President Kan?"

Having dealt with Ding Shaoxing, she then received several more calls pleading for leniency. Lan Hua couldn't understand how anyone would dare to speak up for him on such a serious quality issue.

Kan Wei's project supervisors took over the construction site of the neighboring village winery, and construction was completely halted. They would wait for a comprehensive inspection before deciding whether to resume work.

After several days of inspection, only minor issues were found in other parts of the project; ultimately, it was determined that only the first floor of the office building's concrete needed rework. However, Yu Wanli still delayed resuming work, and he even tried to find someone to smooth things over, hoping not to have to return to work.

When Lan Hua finished work, Yu Wanli came again. "Mr. Chen, are you off work? Let me invite you to dinner."

"No thanks. What's the point of always having dinner? I see you're very busy, you should go home and spend time with your wife and kids."

"I'm like this every day, the restaurant is my home. I turned down several dinner invitations to invite you today, so if you don't come, I can't go home either."

"I really won't go. We're old acquaintances, let's get straight to the point, no need to beat around the bush, and certainly no need for dinner."

Seeing that everyone else in the office had left, Yu Wanli took out a bank card from his pocket and placed it on Lan Hua's desk: "Mr. Chen, this is nothing, just buy some cosmetics."

Lan Hua picked up the China Construction Bank card and looked at it, asking, "How much money is in it?"

"Two hundred thousand."

"What kind of cosmetics are so expensive, costing two hundred thousand? I'm an old woman, I don't need cosmetics. You should take it back."

"Just keep it and use it as you like, for things for the kids, for a trip abroad."

"You probably don't want me to buy cosmetics, do you? You want me to not pursue the concrete issue?"

“Mr. Chen,”

Yu Wanli chuckled, “that concrete is actually very sturdy. I’d stake my life on it.”

“You can guarantee that? By the time they want your head, everyone else’s heads will be gone, and mine will probably be moving too.”

“Mr. Chen, you don’t understand this industry. It’s really not that serious. All the houses in City A are built like this. Have you seen any collapse? It’s impossible for them to collapse.”

Lan Hua had been receiving numerous pleading calls these past few days and was already impatient. Today, Yu Wanli’s persistent nagging only fueled her anger. She stood up from her executive chair, walked over to Yu Wanli, put her bank card in his jacket pocket, and said, “Manager Yu, I have shares in the neighboring village company. It’s not state-owned. Are you trying to bribe me to sabotage your own business? I don’t want to drag this out any longer. I’m telling you clearly now: either you smash the concrete tomorrow and re-pour it, or…” "I'll just find someone else to do this project. You're the one who breached the contract."

Lan Hua said, turning to leave. Yu Wanli quickly followed behind her, saying, "President Chen, don't be angry. Let me think about it, okay? I really can't afford such a huge loss."

Lan Hua was walking very fast, but suddenly stopped when she heard this. Yu Wanli braked sharply, still bumping into Lan Hua, and hurriedly said, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

Lan Hua said, "So many days have passed, and you haven't even considered it? You're only thinking about avoiding rework, is that it? Let me tell you, this time you've really met your match. I don't care if you can handle it or not, this is non-negotiable."

"Okay, okay,"

Yu Wanli said three times in a row. "I'll get back to you first thing tomorrow morning. Okay?"

The next morning, Yu Wanli didn't reply. Kan Wei called instead: "Lanhua, I have good news for you. Yu Wanli has started breaking concrete."

"Really?"

Lanhua felt a wave of relief. She had been thoroughly annoyed lately. "That's good. Such a big problem has occurred at the very beginning of the project. I wonder what would have happened if I had continued to manage it."

Kan Wei laughed and said, "If you were in charge, the office building might have been completed smoothly. However, it would collapse one day in the future, and then you wouldn't even be able to find the person responsible." Lanhua laughed and said

, "If I'm lucky, it won't collapse."

"Yes. If you're lucky, it won't collapse, but from then on, a Damocles' sword will hang over your head, ready to fall at any moment."

"What sword?"

Lanhua didn't understand.

"Oh. That's an ancient Greek story. A sword was suspended overhead by a horsehair, and it could fall at any moment."

"What other ancient Greek stories do you know?"

"What's so special about that? You'll find out by reading a few books."

"You're just a construction foreman with only a junior high school education? Now you're a big real estate company owner, and you're still just a junior high school graduate. You think you can transform into a golden phoenix?"

"Lanhua, your thinking hurts me. I understand why you don't have feelings for me anymore. Think about it, we're both in engineering, both middle school or high school graduates, so why am I the only one who's achieved so much? Is it just because I'm lucky?"

"I think you are indeed luckier than others."

"You underestimate me. Lanhua, let me tell you, to succeed you must learn, and you must know how to apply what you've learned. Relying on luck might bring temporary success, or some small successes, but it will never lead to greatness. For example, I went from a small contractor to the owner of a construction company, maybe it was luck, but to develop into a real estate company like this today, do you know how many hardships and setbacks I went through? How did I get through it all? No matter how good your luck is, you couldn't have achieved that."

"Alright, alright,"

Lanhua giggled, "I was just joking, why are you getting so worked up? But what you said makes sense. Zhigang has been telling me to study for an EMBA for a while now, but I've been putting it off. Do you think I should go?"

"Go. Of course you should go."

"The tuition is several hundred thousand. What is it worth that much money to learn? The Midas touch?"

Kan Wei laughed and said, "Yes. What you're going to learn is the Midas touch."

Chapter 084 Female Bank Manager Li Yinghui

Zhigang had never encountered a woman with such strong desires. Ever since their first time together, Li Yinghui would seek him out for sex whenever she had free time, regardless of location or time. The more thrilling and exciting the situation, the more likely she was to be discovered, the more excited she became.

The urban complex project of Donglu Real Estate Company was a large plot of land, originally belonging to many families and divided into several sections. Some areas were ready to start construction, while others still had residents who hadn't moved out. Zhigang had approached Li Yinghui more than a dozen times regarding the loan for this project, and had also communicated with Section Chief Zhang of the Credit Department multiple times. In the end, it still couldn't be loaned out in one go; multiple loans were needed. The first loan was 150 million, and all that was left was for Li Yinghui to sign the report. So, Zhigang went directly to Li Yinghui's office to see her while she was on her way to work in the morning.

The bank manager's office was naturally extraordinary, not only large but also exquisitely decorated and luxuriously furnished. Perhaps because the manager was a woman, there was even a bathroom inside. Even just the amethyst geode on a shelf in the corner was breathtaking. It was a stone about 80 centimeters high and 40 centimeters wide, with an oval opening in the center larger than a dinosaur egg, its walls composed of countless purple crystal-like particles. One could imagine that just one amethyst could be heavily set in a ring; how many rings could they make? Moreover, these amethysts were all grown together, making their value even more difficult to estimate.

Seeing Zhigang bending down to carefully admire the amethyst geode, Li Yinghui walked to his side and said, "This was brought from Brazil; it's not my private property, it belongs to the bank."

They sat side by side on the sofa, and Yinghui placed one hand on Zhigang's thigh, then quietly moved it to the base, touching his soft penis. Zhigang said, "Be careful someone comes in and sees."

Yinghui giggled and said, "It would be so funny if they saw."

Just then, someone knocked on the office door. Yinghui quickly withdrew her hand and said, "Come in."

A young man in a white shirt and tie walked in politely, placed an open folder on the coffee table in front of Yinghui, and handed her a fountain pen. Yinghui took the pen, glanced at the contents of the document, and quickly signed her name in the blank space. Her signature was large and bold, completely illegible, like a man's handwriting.

The young man closed the door and left, and Yinghui's small hand grabbed Zhigang's penis again. Zhigang took the report out of his bag and placed it on the coffee table, saying, "Sign this one too."

Yinghui glanced at the report and said, "I can't sign this kind of handwriting now."

"Then when will you sign it?"

Yinghui's hand made Zhigang's penis start to swell: "When we have sex."

"Shall we go now?"

"Where to?"

"To a hotel."

"No need. Here."

"How can we go here?"

Zhigang looked around the office. "Someone will come looking for you soon."

Yinghui led Zhigang to his feet, walked to the bathroom, and locked the door behind them. The upper half of the bathroom door was frosted glass, so although you couldn't see inside, it made it difficult to feel private. Zhigang held the report in one hand and a pen in the other, but Yinghui pulled down his pants and grabbed his penis, sucking on it. Zhigang said, "You're too bold. What if someone comes in?"

Yinghui took the swollen penis out of her mouth and said, "Who dares to watch the female bank manager go to the toilet?"

"But he can hear us."

"Don't make any noise."

Zhigang had no choice but to put the loan report and pen on the toilet tank lid, unbutton Yinghui's blouse, grab her breasts that fluttered like white doves, and then bend down to suck them. Yinghui was already aroused, one foot on the toilet seat, opening her vagina, allowing Zhigang's penis to enter and go all the way in.

They didn't speak, only the sound of the fluid inside being pumped in and out, and their rapid breathing could be heard, and occasionally Yinghui couldn't help but let out a moan or two. At this moment, there was another knock on the door. Zhigang stopped what he was doing and listened. Yinghui said softly, "It's nothing. Hurry up."

The person knocked twice but no one answered, so they left. After a while, someone knocked on the door again and then pushed it open and came in. Zhigang stopped again, but Yinghui held him and continued, urging him to continue. He carefully continued, listening to the sounds outside. Yinghui smiled broadly, her lower lips opening and closing, her vaginal walls undulating, making his penis feel even more pleasure. It seemed that Yinghui enjoyed herself more during these moments. The person outside placed a document on Yinghui's desk, then went to the coffee table and took away the paper cup Zhigang had been drinking from. Yinghui gestured for Zhigang to take the report from the water tank, telling him to lay it flat on the wall. She took a pen and signed her name.

As soon as she signed, Yinghui reached her climax. She didn't dare to cry out, opening her mouth to bite Zhigang's shoulder. Zhigang's shoulder had been bitten by women countless times, but this time there was still a shirt on, and the skin wasn't broken. He endured the pain, quickly and forcefully ejaculating inside her. He didn't want to drag things out any longer with anxiety.

Yinghui put on her trousers, straightened her clothes, and walked out of the restroom, once again exuding the elegant and dignified air of a bank manager. Zhigang carefully put away the signed report and walked out of the manager's office, feeling guilty like a thief. Luckily, no one was in the corridor outside.

Zhigang handed the report to the waiting finance manager of Donglu Company and then drove to the winery. Lan Hua wasn't there; Zhichun was in a meeting with the sales staff. Not wanting to disturb him, he wandered around the brewing workshop and warehouse. Zhao Weimin was by the bottling line and quickly greeted him.

Zhao Weimin accompanied Zhigang on the tour, explaining the situation as he went. They returned to the office together. Lan Hua was back and talking to Zhichun in her office. Seeing Zhigang enter, Lanhua said, "You've come at the right time. I'd like to report to you on the construction site situation and marketing issues. Zhichun plans to start modifying the marketing team according to our model, but it must be operated within our overall marketing strategy. For example, the route and market positioning of the neighboring village's aged sauce-flavored liquor entering City A, and how to change the locally produced liquor to the neighboring village's brand—all of these need to be implemented based on understanding your thinking."

Zhao Weimin said, "Let's go to my office; it's spacious there."

They sat down in Zhao Weimin's office, and Zhigang said, "Let's first understand the construction site situation. There shouldn't be any problems with the quality, right?"

"Now Kan Wei's people are monitoring the quality, so we can rest assured. I think that after Yu Wanli completes this project, his company's construction and management levels will greatly improve. He should thank us."

"Have you clarified the situation regarding the disturbance at the groundbreaking ceremony?"

"Wang Meng, the captain of the Public Security Bureau's security brigade, said that the investigation is still ongoing, but the facts are basically clear. It was done by several local bosses who had been eyeing the winery for a long time. They gave the villagers some money to cause trouble and create some problems for us."

"How foolish. What can they achieve with such petty tricks? They might as well compete with us fairly."

After

having lunch at the winery's canteen, Zhigang returned to the Jiuzhou Hotel. In the afternoon, the Municipal Federation of Industry and Commerce was holding a meeting at the Jiuzhou Hotel, a New Year's symposium for the business community. There were many such meetings at the end of the year.

In the large conference room on the fourth floor, more than two hundred entrepreneurs were seated, including Zhou Kai, Kan Wei, and Fang Youping. On the stage sat leaders such as Wang Yaozong, the Municipal Party Secretary, Tan Jie, the Chairman of the Municipal Political Consultative Conference, and Xu Liang, the Chairman of the Federation of Industry and Commerce. Zhou Kai was also invited to the stage. Leaders of state-owned enterprises all had administrative ranks, and he was at the level of a department head, the same level as the Municipal Party Secretary. The meeting was chaired by Xu Liang, the Chairman of the Federation of Industry and Commerce. Zhigang had attended many such meetings, never interested in them, but he couldn't avoid them. Organizing these events is a courtesy from the government to these private entrepreneurs, while participating is a sign of respect from the entrepreneurs to the government. Zhigang was drowsily listening to the long and boring speeches when his phone, on vibrate, vibrated a few times—a text message had arrived. He opened it to see Yinghui: "Come to your room right away."

He'd just been in her office that morning; did she want it again? Or was there something else? Zhigang glanced around the room, didn't see her, and pretended to go to the restroom before leaving. He'd been in his room for a short while when the doorbell rang. Opening the door, Yinghui rushed over and kissed him. Zhigang pulled away, closed the door, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"What do you think?"

Yinghui looked at Zhigang with affection, a lustful expression on her face.

"Didn't we just do it this morning?"

Zhigang said.

"I want it again now. Is that not allowed?"

Yinghui's breasts pressed against Zhigang's chest, rubbing against him, and one hand grabbed his penis. Zhigang said, "I've never met a woman with such a vigorous libido."

"I'll show you today."

Yinghui had already pulled down Zhigang's pants and knelt down to suck his penis.

"The Party Secretary is down there, aren't you afraid he'll find out?"

Yinghui stood up, took off her own clothes, and then took off Zhigang's shirt, saying, "I'm not his kept woman, he can't control me. We just made an exchange. He wanted my body, and I wanted this bank manager's position. Now we've both achieved our goals, and neither of us owes the other anything. Of course, when he needs me, I'll still sleep with him. That's all."

"So you don't have any other men?"

"Of course I do. But I just want to experience what it's like to be the mayor's man. If I can't get her position, I'll sleep with her man."

"Pervert,"

Zhigang said, "With your skills in bed, who dares say they can't become mayor?"

Yinghui had already aroused Zhigang. He carried her to the bed, made her legs up, revealing her already open cave, and stood by the bed, thrusting his penis inside. Knowing this woman had a strong desire, he tormented her standing there. Her vagina was very firm, and despite being ravaged by his penis, it remained tightly closed, dripping with fluids, until she reached multiple orgasms.

Zhigang tormented her for three hours before finally releasing her, exhausted. Looking at the woman, now limp and boneless under his powerful strength, Zhigang asked, "Want more?"

Yinghui smiled and said, "Yes."

"Pervert,"

Zhigang cursed her again, then asked, "When will you finalize all my loans?"

"That depends on your performance. I said I have to sign when we're having sex."

"Then why didn't you sign just now?"

"You didn't give me the signature."

They went downstairs separately. The venue had been transformed into a restaurant, and the banquet had already begun. Zhigang was starving. He found Kan Wei's table, squeezed out a seat, and scooped a piece of chicken from the chicken soup in the middle of the table, eating it in large bites. Kan Wei asked, "Where have you been?"

Zhi Gang, his mouth greasy, ate as he spoke, "It's the task you guys gave me, getting a loan from Director Li, of course."

"You need to push harder,"

Kan Wei said. "That 150 million is barely enough to fill a gap in my teeth. The project will be in full swing soon. You know how many projects I have underway across the country, all needing funds. This project in City A is one of the faster ones, and I want to speed things up, finish the roof ahead of schedule, and get the funds back sooner."

"Director Li said it's the end of the year, and funds are tight everywhere. Zhou Kai and Fang Youping's loans are also waiting to be approved."

"Zhi Gang, you have to process mine first, no matter what. A slight delay in their factory construction won't cause them much loss, but if my cash flow is cut off, it'll be a real problem."

"I understand. Their land certificates haven't been processed yet, especially Zhou Kai's. It occupies a large area and there are environmental assessment issues. It needs to be submitted to the province for approval, and it hasn't been approved yet."

Zhi Gang was a little worried. Although he had taken out loans before, they were all within a controllable range, and even so, he suffered a major setback because of Xiao Fang. This investment in City A is much riskier than before. It's not just him; Kan Wei and Zhou Kai are also facing significant risks. Moreover, he increasingly feels that Yinghui is unpredictable. She signs her name as if it's a game, even during sex, but she doesn't approve loans easily. And, is there someone else behind her?

Zhigang's phone rang again; this time it was Linli, telling him to come upstairs immediately. Zhigang greeted Kan Wei and Fang Youping and then left.

Linli opened the door for Zhigang and then closed it. She was wearing a somewhat unusual nightgown today. The top was a transparent mesh over the breast area, revealing even a small mole on her breast; the crotch area was also similarly transparent mesh, showing everything from her pubic hair to her nipples, making her breasts even more alluring. Linli always wore different nightgowns when she was intimate with Zhigang, showing her devotion, which touched him deeply. Zhigang gently caressed Linli's breasts, kissing her lips and saying, "You're back from your business trip?"

"Just got back. I was supposed to go to the venue to offer a toast, but I couldn't wait to have you."

Zhigang took off Linli's top, pressing her breasts tightly against his face with both hands, rubbing them as if washing his face. His penis began to rise. He had already been with Yinghui twice today, especially the second time, which had lasted a long time and he didn't want to do it again, but Linli always managed to arouse him. His tongue began to explore the secrets within Linli's vagina. This flower belonged to him, always blooming for him, always withering for him. He handed his penis to Linli, letting her enjoy it, sucking on it. Today, this penis could withstand her prolonged handling without ejaculating.

Entering Linli was a completely different feeling from entering Yinghui. This was her home, filled with emotion and warmth, a place she hoped to live in forever, a place she would miss dearly even if she left; while that place was an inn, just one of many on her journey, a place to stay for one night and then leave, whether she returned or not didn't matter, since there were inns like that everywhere in the world, no difference.

Linli's pain gradually accumulated, her rapid moans causing the jade pillar to swell and touch her inner walls. Her pleasure also steadily built up until it became unbearable, exploding with a roar. The climax was the explosion and destruction of her body.

Zhigang easily held on, absorbing every drop of Linli's climax, remaining unmoved. He continued his movements, keeping pleasure constantly around Linli's **. He brought Linli to three climaxes, holding back her third and letting her rise higher and higher until they both became water, merging into the sea.

Linli's beauty in pain was indistinguishable from her beauty in calm; Zhigang preferred to see her expression in pain, hoping she would stay like that forever. He felt that this was also a flower that bloomed only for him.

Linli looked at Zhigang with tender affection, her gaze lingering, and said, "You little lecher, are you a bit distracted today?"

"No. Aren't you happy?"

"Happy. I'm very happy. But you seem less passionate than before."

Zhigang knew it was because he'd done too much that day. His ability wasn't the problem, but the subtle psychological changes were beyond his control, and usually imperceptible to most. Linli noticed, or rather, sensed, keenly sensing the subtle shift in their bodies during the friction of their penises and the union of their flesh. Unable to explain, he kissed Linli's lips and said, "Linli, I love you."

These were the most needed and most fitting explanations for any woman. Linli was no exception; at this moment, she was just a woman, not the mayor.

Zhigang's phone rang again; it was Yinghui's text message: "I need you now. I'm coming to your room right away."

Linli never paid attention to Zhigang's calls, but seeing his unusual expression, she asked, "What's wrong? Is something wrong?"

"Nothing. I'm just replying to a text message,"

Zhigang replied. "Sorry, I can't get away right now. How about tomorrow?"

Yinghui quickly replied again: "Tomorrow is fine, but I won't sign."

Zhigang was truly in a dilemma. The real power over the loan was in Yinghui's hands; even if Linli were to interfere, it would be difficult, especially with Secretary Wang involved. If he didn't go tonight, even if Linli could help later, it would cause her a lot of trouble.

Seeing Zhigang's expression, Linli understood his predicament and said, "Zhigang, go ahead. Don't worry about me. You've already satisfied me."

"Okay,"

Zhigang made up his mind. "I'll go now. I admit I'm a woman, but I'm not going there to have sex with her. I'll explain later, okay?"

"Okay,"

Linli said kindly, like a mother. "Go ahead. I'll listen to your explanation later, or it's okay if you don't."

"Linli, you're so good."

Zhigang leaned down and looked at Linli's beautiful face, kissing her forehead.

Zhigang opened the door, and Yinghui appeared out of nowhere, pushing Zhigang into the room. She seemed to have been without a man for a long time, hugging Zhigang tightly, pressing her body against him, and letting Zhigang's hands caress her from her buttocks. She threw her clothes all over the floor and knelt down to suck Zhigang's penis. Fortunately, Zhigang was still capable, and his penis became erect. She stood up, wrapped her arms around Zhigang's neck, and told Zhigang to grab her thighs with both hands, suspending her in the air, allowing his penis to easily enter her. Zhigang said, "Don't rush, I still need to get the report."

Yinghui said, "I'm doing this so you can get the report."

Zhigang, with his manhood against Yinghui, walked to the table, took out the report from his bag, placed it on the table, and then took out a fountain pen and handed it to Yinghui. Yinghui glanced at the report, then signed her name on the back with a flourish, threw the pen aside, and then hugged Zhigang again, loudly proclaiming her enjoyment .

Zhigang asked, "Are you enjoying a man or enjoying the power of the bank manager?"

Yinghui, still against Zhigang, tilted her head and looked at him, smiling, and said, "I'm enjoying both at the same time."

"What a greedy woman."

The second loan was still Kanwei's, two hundred million. Kanwei's project's short-term expenses were resolved, but Zhigang's expenses were starting to run into trouble. The winery's first loan was supposed to be one hundred million, but they only got seventy million. They used twenty million to pay off the winery under Jing'er, then paid off the winery's debts of more than twenty million yuan accumulated over the years, and used more than twenty million yuan to pay for the land for the new winery site. Basically, the money was almost gone. It's almost the end of the year, and there are many places where money is needed, especially for settling part of Yu Wanli's project payment. Yu Wanli is investing in the construction, but the contract stipulates that the first payment will be made at the end of the year to pay the employees' annual salaries. If this payment is not made or is delayed, then the stigma of unpaid wages for migrant workers will naturally shift from Yu Wanli to Zhigang and Lanhua.

They need to find Li Yinghui again. Zhigang is certainly not afraid to argue with her, but the problem is that before the bank manager's signature is needed, there are many cumbersome procedures to go through. The loan application for that land hasn't even reached the bank manager's stage yet. Zhigang doesn't know where the problem lies. Liu Li said it's mainly handled by Section Chief Zhang; it's either missing this certificate or that document, or someone else needs to sign and stamp it. Zhigang is anxious but helpless. Yinghui always unexpectedly asks him to meet, often twice a day, and he has no choice but to offer his services.

With January approaching, and the Spring Festival this year being January 22nd, the first payment should be made according to the contract. Yu Wanli kept a close eye on Lan Hua, who, having no other option, kept a close eye on Zhigang. Zhigang suspected that Yinghui was deliberately stalling for time; otherwise, the procedures wouldn't have been so difficult. Besides, if the bank manager had spoken up, would the staff have been so slow?

Zhigang felt he couldn't go down this dead end; he needed a backup plan. He asked Lan Hua, "How's the winery's cash flow?"

Lan Hua replied, "The winery's working capital was practically nonexistent to begin with. I've been worried about cash flow since I took over. Zhichun has been focusing on cash collection ever since he took over. Fortunately, the winery has a lot of past receivables, and recovering some is barely enough to keep us afloat. Such a large factory, and since we took over, we haven't laid off most of the employees. We still have to pay salaries, purchase and store raw materials, and the finished products need to be aged for many years before they can be sold, all of which tie up a lot of capital. It's a miracle we've managed to keep things running without asking you for money."

Zhigang then turned his attention to Shanghai: "How's the cash flow from Zhihong's side?"

"They're already short of funds, and the end of the year is peak sales season, so a lot of capital is tied up. Where can we get the money out?"

Zhigang was at a loss. He said, "No matter what, we have to find a way to get the funds out. Otherwise, if the loan doesn't come through, we'll be in big trouble."

Chapter 85 Orchid's Love

Orchid's understanding of love was that when she and her third brother were farming, they would abandon their tools, run to the grassy hillside, and make love, letting the sun bask in their naked bodies, or hiding in the grass to watch people walk by. She thought the word "love" was pretentious, something that writers and city people made up when they had nothing better to do. If a man and woman liked each other, they would want to make love, which could be called love at any time. She and Zhigang made love because they liked each other, so it could be considered love. But her so-called love was something she could easily let go of, without much tenderness, longing, or imagination. She didn't believe in the authenticity of any love stories involving vows of eternal love or suicidal acts. Even if there were exceptional cases, she assumed the individuals involved were mentally unhealthy or had personality issues, unable to withstand the pressures and setbacks of life.

However, the complex feelings she had recently developed for Kan Wei were unlike anything she had ever experienced before, and she couldn't quite define what kind of emotion it was. Calling it liking was too mild, calling it love seemed too sentimental. Kan Wei's appearance made it difficult for a woman to fall in love; he was stocky, dark-skinned, and less than 1.7 meters tall, with thick lips that gave him a somewhat honest and simple air. However, the longer one spent with him, the more admirable his infectious charisma became. His confidence, lacking the support of physical appearance, seemed genuine and trustworthy. Now, Lan Hua consulted Kan Wei about any difficulties she encountered, believing he could always find a solution. Despite this, when Kan Wei proposed that they live together, Lan Hua refused.

Lan Hua's first sexual encounter with Kan Wei was merely a matter of mutual sexual needs. Later, they often had sex, but it was just as Lan Hua understood it—mutual liking and need—and they slept together. However, she was unwilling to live with Kan Wei.

However, she found herself frequently thinking about Kan Wei when she was alone, and once even couldn't sleep at night because of him, not falling asleep until almost dawn. This was something she had never done before; she had never worried about sleep and could fall asleep quickly whenever she wanted. At first, she consulted Kan Wei about important matters, but later, without realizing it, she called him for trivial things as well. Now, Kan Wei often came to see her, and she didn't find anything unusual about it, whereas before, she had found it annoying.

Kan Wei had the perfect excuse to see Lan Hua: to discuss construction quality issues at the site. Because this was Yu Wanli's first time working under Kan Wei's new quality management procedures and standards, there were indeed many problems and conflicts, with arguments every few days, ranging from minor squabbles to debates that reached Lan Hua's side. Since it had reached Lan Hua, Kan Wei couldn't ignore it. After a period of adjustment, Yu Wanli and his employees had gradually adapted to this management model, but recently, things seemed to have reverted, with more arguments over big and small matters, and both sides even feeling that the other was deliberately picking a fight.

Lan Hua believed that Yu Wanli was in a rush because of the year-end deadline. Yu Wanli did indeed have his difficulties; the neighboring village's winery hadn't paid him, and while the migrant workers didn't say anything, they were all watching to see if he could pay their wages by the end of the year. Especially after December, morale was low, and they weren't working diligently, leading to constant conflicts with the supervisors. Yu Wanli felt that someone was instigating the migrant workers, and his words were no longer as effective as before. If no one was undermining him, how could things be like this?

Lan Hua was currently most troubled by two things: first, the project was progressing slower and slower, with the migrant workers slacking off every day, waiting for the Spring Festival holiday to collect their wages and go home; second, the first installment of payment hadn't been approved, and Yu Wanli was constantly pressuring her, which was also giving Zhigang a headache. She felt that even Zhigang, whom she usually trusted and who was always calm and collected, was helpless, so she involuntarily called Kan Wei, asking him to come and discuss these two matters.

Kan Wei drove to the winery gate, but couldn't get in. The distillery gates were surrounded by migrant workers, with two banners hanging outside: "Pay back our hard-earned money!" and "We want money to go home for the New Year!" Kan Wei's heart skipped a beat; he sensed something was wrong. Having worked in construction and real estate for decades, he knew that unpaid wages for migrant workers at the end of the year were the most sensitive issue. Normally, real estate developers and the government had a good relationship, and the government would help resolve any problems. But when it came to unpaid wages for migrant workers, the government was not only powerless but also tried to distance itself from the issue, clearly siding with the migrant workers.

Kan Wei knew these migrant workers were from the new distillery construction site, so why were they causing trouble here? If there was any wage arrears, it was their manager, Yu Wanli, and these migrant workers knew nothing about the debt issues between the neighboring village's distillery and Yu Wanli, nor did they have any right to inquire about them. Was this some kind of trick by Yu Wanli to get payment for the project?

Kan Wei parked his Mercedes 600 some distance away and walked to the winery gate. Yu Wanli wasn't there; instead, two foremen were leading the migrant workers, waving their arms and shouting at the security guard inside the iron gate. Kan Wei stood in front of them, and they stopped shouting. Kan Wei frequently went to the construction site; they knew him. Kan Wei asked, "Where is your Manager Yu?"

A foreman replied, "Manager Yu is their lackey. We've come here to collect our wages ourselves."

Kan Wei said, "No matter who he is, or how much money the distillery owes him, you should still ask him for your wages. The distillery doesn't owe you any money; you've come to the wrong place. Who sent you here?" "

We know the distillery owes Manager Yu money, that's why he can't pay wages. Even if we shouldn't be here to collect our wages, shouldn't we at least come to help Manager Yu collect the project payment?" "

There's a cause for every grievance, and a debtor for every debt. He himself isn't coming, so what right do you have to collect the project payment? I advise you to go back. The construction schedule is so tight right now; if you don't do a good job, what right do you have to collect your wages?"

"We only know that if the distillery doesn't pay, Manager Yu can't pay wages, so no matter how well we work, it's useless. Don't you all agree?"

"Yes!"

the surrounding migrant workers echoed.

Lan Hua, Zhi Chun, and Zhao Weimin all came to the door from inside. Lan Hua said to Kan Wei, "I'll open the small door, you come in first?"

Kan Wei shook his head and said, "I'll wait outside for a while."

He then turned to the foreman and said, "You should call Yu Wanli over right away. It's no use standing here until night if he doesn't come."

Two

police cars drove up with sirens blaring, and several policemen got out and walked over. The leader was Wang Meng, the head of the public security brigade. Wang Meng immediately recognized Kan Wei as the focus and core of the situation, and asked him, "We received a call to 110 saying that dozens of people are causing trouble here. What exactly happened?"

Kan Wei explained the situation, and Wang Meng asked, "What do you do?"

"I'm from Donglu Real Estate Company. I came to the winery on official business today and happened to encounter this situation."

Wang Meng then asked the migrant workers, "Who is the leader?"

"It's me,"

one of the foremans said, puffing out his chest, while another foreman had already shrank back.

"What's your name?"

"My name is Liu Changshun."

"Are you the person in charge?"

"No."

"Call your person in charge here."

"Coming, coming!"

Yu Wanli squeezed in from the back of the crowd, calling out.

Wang Meng turned to Yu Wanli and asked, "Are you the person in charge?"

"Yes. I'm the manager."

"What's going on?"

"I don't know either. They didn't tell me. I hadn't even arrived at the construction site this morning when I heard about it, so I rushed here." "

Tell them to disperse immediately. If there's something to discuss, then discuss it. Don't cause trouble like this."

"Okay. Okay."

Yu Wanli turned to Liu Changshun and asked, "Who told you to come here?"

Liu Changshun lowered his head and didn't speak. Yu Wanli asked again, "I'll only ask you one question: did I tell you to come here?"

Liu Changshun shook his head: "No." "

Then who do you listen to? Besides me, who else pays your wages? Or did someone give you bribes?"

Liu Changshun seemed to have been caught out, and his expression was very embarrassed. The crowd stirred, and some people on the outer perimeter began to waver and walk back. Yu Wanli said to everyone, "Listen up, someone must have been stirring up trouble behind the scenes today, so I don't blame you. Now go back to work, I won't count it as absenteeism, and I won't deduct your wages. If anyone is still standing here in ten minutes, it will be considered absenteeism."

The migrant workers dispersed and got into an open-top truck; they had come to the construction site on this truck used to haul materials. Liu Changshun and another foreman also lowered their heads and sheepishly got into the truck's cab, directing it to drive away.

The police also left. The security guard opened the side door, and Kan Wei and Yu Wanli went in, joining Lan Hua and the others to sit down in the upstairs conference room. Soon after, Zhigang also arrived, having heard the news.

Kan Wei said to Yu Wanli, "Manager Yu, if you can't control the team, we can consider replacing them for this project."

Yu Wanli anxiously replied, "Manager Kan, someone is definitely pulling strings behind the scenes. You're an expert; you know I wouldn't tell the workers I haven't received payment. On the contrary, I want to reassure them. Someone must have told them I'm broke because the distillery is behind on payments, and that they can only get their hard-earned money by going to the distillery. Workers are simple-minded; if someone takes the lead, they'll come running."

Kan Wei stared sharply at him and said, "You dare say you didn't hear a thing beforehand? You're such an incompetent manager, not even noticing such a big commotion from your employees. Were you also trying to use this opportunity to pressure the distillery to get your money?"

Kan Wei knew these kinds of construction contractors all too well. Yu Wanli had indeed overheard a tip from one of his trusted confidants, the foreman of the bricklaying team, that two foremen were planning to lead a group of laborers to cause trouble. He hadn't stopped them beforehand, precisely to put pressure on the distillery—as Kan Wei had said, to get the money. To cover his tracks and distance himself from the scheme, he had held a meeting yesterday with all the managers above the foreman level, telling them to focus on their work and not worry about their wages, that he would take care of it, to show he knew nothing of the plot. This morning, he deliberately delayed going to the construction site, even though he was usually the first one there. But he absolutely couldn't admit to this ulterior motive.

“No, no,”

Yu Wanli waved his hands repeatedly. “I really didn’t know anything beforehand. I admit I was incompetent, but I’m sure someone was behind it. Otherwise, I know my workers; they wouldn’t have done this.”

“I believe that too,”

Kan Wei said. “The person behind this is just trying to put pressure on us, or to warn the neighboring company. He knows perfectly well that the migrant workers’ behavior is wrong; he’s just using them. Today, he’s achieved what he wanted.”

“Who could it be?”

Lan Hua asked.

“That’s hard to say,”

Kan Wei said to Zhi Gang. “Perhaps it’s related to our loan not coming through.”

“Then this person behind it must be someone important,”

Zhi Gang said.

Kan Wei asked Lan Hua, “How much should you pay?”

“5 million.”

“I estimate the loan won’t come through before the New Year. Here’s what we’ll do: I’ll transfer 5 million from Donglu Company’s loan to tide us over until the New Year. You can pay me back when your loan comes through.”

“Thank you so much,”

Lan Hua said happily.

"No need for thanks. Let's not stand on ceremony, we're just cooperating anyway."

Kan Wei then said to Yu Wanli, "Are you relieved now? But I'm still not at ease. There aren't many days left until the end of the year, and your workers are restless. You have to guarantee the construction period and quality."

Yu Wanli grinned and said, "I guarantee it, Mr. Kan."

Lan Hua admired Kan Wei even more. If he hadn't been outside negotiating with the migrant workers, a more intense conflict would probably have occurred before the police arrived. Lan Hua felt she was far inferior to Kan Wei in terms of composure and calmness under pressure, as well as the invisible pressure he exerted on the two foremen and his ability to control the crisis. She also believed there was someone behind the incident and suspected that many recent events were related to Wang Yaozong.

After Zhi Chun left Wang Yaozong's villa, she thought Wang Yaozong would have some reaction, at least a phone call to try and persuade her to stay, but nothing happened. Both Lan Hua and Zhi Chun felt strange, and Lan Hua felt uneasy. The more silent things became, the more she believed Wang Yaozong was up to something.

Sure enough, at noon she received a call from Ye Changqing's secretary: "President Chen, I heard there was a disturbance involving migrant workers at the winery gate this morning. Secretary Wang is very concerned. He said even small matters concerning migrant workers are important, and he wants me to go over and inquire about the details. You and Feng Zhichun shouldn't go out this afternoon; wait for me."

Lan Hua and Zhichun didn't dare go out that afternoon, and Ye Changqing didn't arrive until after 4 pm. He inquired about the specific details of the morning's events, and then asked in detail about the winery's operations, construction, and relocation. He then said, "Secretary Wang is very concerned about the winery and frequently inquires about its situation, so he is very familiar with it. He asked me to tell you to let him know if you encounter any difficulties in the future."

Lan Hua said, "Please convey our gratitude to Secretary Wang."

Ye Changqing looked at Zhichun and said, "I now understand that the underlying reason for the migrant workers' disturbance is that you have a loan that hasn't been approved. Why didn't you tell Secretary Wang? General Manager Chen is too busy, but General Manager Feng could have taken the time to talk to the Secretary. Don't worry, I'll report to the Secretary as soon as I get back and ask him to intervene and release the loan."

"Thank you so much."

Ye

Changqing declined to stay for lunch, saying he didn't have time to leave work and needed to rush to report to the Secretary, and then took his leave.

Lan Hua looked at Zhi Chun and said, "Do you understand? This loan will likely require your intervention in the end."

"Didn't Secretary Ye say he'd report to the Party Secretary and ask him to intervene?"

"How can you be so naive? His target is you; he wants you back by his side. If you don't go back, the loan will be impossible."

"Isn't that like selling myself out? I'm not going."

"But have you considered this? This loan is absolutely necessary; otherwise, our winery acquisition project will fail completely."

The next morning, Ye Changqing called Lan Hua, saying that the loan issue was indeed facing obstacles and required further investigation. He added that this was all he could do; if the matter was urgent, she could contact the Party Secretary directly.

Lan Hua said to Zhi Chun, "Zhi Chun, why don't you try calling Secretary Wang? If you really don't want to offer yourself, we'll talk about it later."

Zhi Chun had no choice but to call the private cell phone number Wang Yaozong had given her. After only one ring, Wang Yaozong answered, "Zhi Chun, you finally called? I thought you had disappeared."

"I'm sorry, Secretary Wang. I left without saying goodbye last time."

"Don't call me Yaozong, don't be so formal. It's good that you're back. How about this, whether you want to come back or not, come to the villa tonight, and we'll have a good talk."

Zhi Chun had no choice but to agree. Soon she received a text message notification that the car was already parked in the yard, and the keys were in the security room.

After dinner, Zhi Chun drove her red BMW to the villa. She felt that she had completely fallen, not only living with a man behind Zheng Ting's back, but also selling herself, exchanging her body for benefits. This was tantamount to prostitution.

The villa was exactly the same as when Zhi Chun left, unchanged. Zhichun remembered that when she took her shoes from the shoe cabinet, she knocked one of her slippers off. That slipper was still at the bottom, indicating that even Wang Yaozong hadn't stayed there; the villa had been empty.

A layer of dust had accumulated on the floor. Zhichun swept it with a broom and then mopped it. The furniture was also covered in dust, so she wiped it again, exhausted. It was really unnecessary to live in such a large area; just cleaning every day was tiring. After finishing, Zhichun was sweating. She took a shower, but felt cold, so she turned on the living room air conditioner, set it to heating, and sat on the sofa to watch TV. It was already 10 o'clock.

Around 11 o'clock, Wang Yaozong's car drove into the yard with its headlights on, illuminating the interior even through the curtains. He parked the car in the yard, turned off the lights and engine, and the interior returned to its original brightness. As he entered, Zhichun stood up and calmly said, "You're back?"

"Yes, I'm back."

Wang Yaozong took off his coat, hung it on the hanger, and said, "I'll take a shower first."

Zhichun continued watching TV. After showering, Yaozong sat down next to Zhichun, hugged her, and said, "My little darling, I missed you so much."

Zhichun didn't struggle or cooperate, just let him hold her, and said, "Let's talk."

"What are we talking about? Now that you're here, don't leave."

"I'm free, not your possession. Don't spend too much on me; I won't sell my freedom." "

I don't want your freedom. Zhichun, I think you've misunderstood me. I don't let you get involved in work matters; it's really for your own good. The officialdom is too complicated, and you're too naive." "I never

wanted to get involved in your work. Last time I just asked, and if it didn't work out, I let it go. But what you said makes me feel like I'm being controlled by you."

“I didn’t want to control you, and I even broke my own rules for you. The day you left, even though I was heartbroken, I still contacted the bank and got them to release the loan for you.”

“Then why didn’t you call me even once?”

“That just proves I didn’t control you. I respected your decision, and I thought you would come back if you forgave me, but who knew you were so stubborn, not even calling me once.”

Zhichun felt that Yaozong’s words made sense, and perhaps she was overthinking things. She unconsciously leaned closer to Yaozong, her body softening. Yaozong knew that Zhichun had forgiven him, so he loosened the belt of her nightgown, revealing her fair body. Yaozong’s hand traveled from Zhichun’s shoulder to her breasts, then to her thighs, and then back to the flower beneath her pubic hair. Zhichun hadn’t been with a man since she left last time, and had been enduring for a long time. With Yaozong’s large hand caressing her, a surge of heat rose from her breasts and began to spread throughout her body.

Yaozong leaned down and said, "It's been a long time. Let me see if there's anything different here."

His tongue then penetrated deep into the flower's heart, lingering around it and repeatedly pressing against the jade lips. The flower opened to its fullest extent, and a large amount of liquid gushed out, which Yaozong sucked into his stomach. Zhichun also put the jade pillar into her mouth and sucked on it; she hadn't had sex in a long time.

Yaozong rolled over, pressing Zhichun down on the sofa, and the jade pillar slid into her vagina, causing Zhichun to tremble for a moment, then groan. Facing Zhichun's beautiful face, Yaozong watched her dazed eyes and her adorable, writhing moans, a mixture of pain and pleasure. He kissed her red lips and said, "Ah. My little darling, I've missed you so much."

Zhichun's hands gripped Yaozong's buttocks, making it easier and deeper for him to penetrate her. She whispered, her voice broken, "I missed you too. You don't want me anymore, I'm so heartbroken."

Yaozong lifted himself up, changing his tone, "Who doesn't want whom? You don't want me anymore. You little bitch."

He tried calling Zhichun a name, and seeing that she didn't seem to mind, he asked, "Are you my little bitch?"

Zhichun grimaced and inhaled, as if she had a toothache, saying, "I'm only yours."

She didn't quite dare say "little bitch" aloud, but in her heart, she had already accepted the label.

"You're only my... what?"

Yaozong pressed. She laughed and pinched his buttocks, then grimaced and groaned again.

“Little bitch. You’re my little bitch.”

Yaozong kept calling out, his voice growing louder and louder, and Zhichun loved to hear it, becoming increasingly aroused. Her climax quickly overwhelmed them both.

Zhichun held Yaozong tightly, reluctant to let his little brother come out, but it had already helplessly withered. Zhichun sneezed

, and Yaozong picked her up in his arms, saying, “Be careful not to catch a cold. Quickly go upstairs and cover yourself with a blanket.” Zhichun

wrapped her arms around Yaozong’s neck, saying, “I want more upstairs.” Yaozong

laughed as they walked, saying, “If you admit you’re a little bitch, I’ll fuck you.”

Zhichun buried her head in Yaozong’s chest, saying, “I won’t admit it.” 02-12

Chapter 086 New Year’s Eve Passion

Zhigang had given up hope of getting the loan before the Spring Festival, but fortunately, Kan Wei helped him through the crisis. He could slowly work it out after the holiday; he thought he would eventually get the loan. Zhigang thought, at worst, he could just have sex with Li Yinghui a few more times. Little did he know, this loan was withheld by Li Yinghui at Wang Yaozong’s behest.

Zhigang was woken by the ringing phone. He fumbled for his phone in bed, still half-asleep. "Hello? Who is this?"

"It's me. Li Yinghui."

"What's up

?" "You sound like you're still half asleep. Get dressed and come to my office right now."

"What for?"

"What do you want?"

Zhigang tossed the phone aside, closed his eyes, and tried to sleep a little longer. He'd been drinking, singing, and partying with Zhou Kai, Kan Wei, and Fang Youping until two or three in the morning, intending to sleep until noon. But this damn woman had woken him up. He really wasn't in the mood for anything romantic

, but she held the reins of the financial world, so he had to compromise. His mind was racing, and he couldn't sleep. He decided to get up anyway, just to make an investment and avoid offending her.

Zhigang entered Li Yinghui's office; she'd clearly just arrived. Yinghui stared at his bag and said, "Take your things out."

"What things?"

"What do you think? Loan documents."

This surprised Zhigang greatly. Luckily, he always carried his documents with him whenever he saw Li Yinghui. He took out the documents and placed them on his desk. Yinghui glanced at him sideways and asked casually, "Sign it like this?"

Zhigang understood. He looked back at the closed office door, then approached Yinghui, embraced her, and kissed her. This woman was beautiful, sexy, and skilled in bed. If she hadn't been so scheming, or so unconventional in her timing, she would have been a good sexual partner.

Knowing she would sign, Zhigang felt reassured and kissed her deeply for a long time, until both of them were hot. Zhigang picked up the documents and pen, and took Yinghui's arm around her waist as they went into the restroom.

As Zhigang entered Yinghui standing up, the secretary came into the office to wipe the tables and chairs, organize the bookshelves, and make tea for Yinghui. This was when Yinghui was most enjoying herself. She asked Zhigang to keep going and tormenting her. Listening to the secretary's footsteps and work outside, she closed her eyes, opened her mouth but dared not make a sound, only breathing heavily. Zhigang was really worried that she would make a sound. Only after the secretary left and closed the door did Yinghui seem to calm down a bit. She kissed Zhigang and said, "Give it to me."

Zhigang held the documents against the wall with one hand, and Yinghui signed her name with a flourish, threw down the pen, and then hugged Zhigang and shouted—the climax had arrived.

The loan was transferred to the neighboring village's winery account within a week, just in time to pay for the construction project before the holiday. The construction site was closed for the holiday, and the winery was also closed. Zhigang, Lanhua, and Zhichun planned to return to Shanghai first, and then go back to their hometown for the New Year.

Wenjing was much busier than Zhigang at the end of the year. She was now the top-tier contracted actress at Yijingfeng Culture Company, and her performance schedule was already booked for two months from now. Her most important performance recently was participating in a provincial television station's Spring Festival Gala, which meant that she would not only be unable to go back to her hometown with Zhigang for the New Year, but would also have to spend New Year's Eve in another city. When Zhigang returned to Shanghai, Wenjing was recording a Spring Festival program at another provincial television station, and they wouldn't be able to see each other before the holiday. Zhigang could only pour out his longing over the phone: "Wenjing, you never come back, what am I going to do?"

Wenjing was silent for a moment, then said, "When I was in Shanghai, you were away on a business trip. I miss you too."

"How about I come and keep you company? I'll wait for you outside the venue for the provincial TV station's Spring Festival Gala. You can come out after your performance, and we'll spend New Year's Eve together."

"Please don't come,"

Wenjing said anxiously. "I've finally managed to create a good image for myself, everyone knows I'm single, if you come, it'll all be exposed."

"Is that so? Then I'll pretend to be your fan. I'll create a scandal for you, spend the night with a fan, and even help you with your publicity." "

That won't work either. The internet is so powerful now, someone can dox you and find out your identity, and then follow the trail, and I'll be exposed." "Won't they dox you too?" "Of course! I've been searched countless times already. But I'm using a stage name now, nobody knows my real name. So I can't let fans associate you with me. As soon as you show up, my real name will be found out, and everything will be ruined." "So you'd even abandon your husband for that packaging?"

“Who said I don’t want you anymore? It’s all for the sake of my career. I really miss you, Zhigang. As soon as the performance on New Year’s Eve is over, I’ll go straight back to Shanghai. Wait for me at home in Shanghai.”

“But I promised my parents I’d go back to my hometown for the Spring Festival. What should I do?”

“It’s too late to get to your house on New Year’s Eve. Either you go back first for New Year’s Eve, and I won’t go back to Shanghai. I’ll stay here and spend New Year’s Eve with my colleagues, and then fly back to reunite with you on the morning of New Year’s Day.”

“Okay. I’ll wait for you at my hometown.” On the 29th of the twelfth lunar month,

Zhigang

drove Zhihong, Chen You and his wife, and Xiaoyong back to his hometown. Zhichun, being married for the first year, was going to Zheng Ting’s house for the New Year.

Back home, his parents were busy preparing for the New Year, and Zhigang couldn’t help, so he went out to check on the green agricultural product base in the neighboring village of Pengjia Village. From afar, he could see the tall office building standing above the rooftops of many farmhouses. Behind the office building were parking lots, warehouses, processing workshops, cold storage facilities, and other buildings, all already in use. Zhigang walked into the office building; the corridor was deserted. He knew only Xinyi was in her office; everyone else was on holiday. He knocked gently on the door, and Xinyi's voice came from inside: "Come in."

Zhigang opened the door, and Xinyi, who was in front of her computer, looked up, jumped up in surprise, and said, "Zhigang, you're back!"

Zhigang embraced Xinyi, kissing her small, sensual lips. Xinyi sucked on Zhigang's tongue like a hungry baby. They hadn't seen each other for at least six months, and since Xiaoyong's incident, it had been a year since they had sex. Zhigang wondered

how Xinyi, with her incredibly strong libido, had managed.

The air conditioning was on quite warmly inside. Zhigang took off his coat and hung it on the hanger, asking, "You're spending the holiday here?"

"My parents are abroad. It's the same for me wherever I am. Besides, the farm doesn't close for the holidays, and we need to supply vegetables here for the Spring Festival; we can't leave without someone."

"Are all the technicians and experts on holiday?"

"Yes. Including the administrative staff. The workers are all farmers from the village; they'll come whenever we need them."

"You've worked hard."

Zhigang put his arm around Xinyi's waist and sat down on the sofa.

Xinyi straddled Zhigang's lap, wrapping her arms around his neck, saying, "Working isn't hard; it's just that I feel you've worked hard."

Zhigang reached out and grasped Xinyi's left breast. Even through her fleece clothing, he could feel its elasticity and softness. Xinyi's breasts were her pride; she never needed a bra, just a single layer of fabric to support them.

Xinyi looked at Zhigang with bright, sparkling eyes and asked, "Zhigang, you don't blame me for Xiaoyong's situation, do you?"

"I never blamed you from the beginning. This shouldn't have been your fault in the first place."

"But I've felt so guilty, like I'm the one who hurt Xiaoyong, and also Cunmei and her daughter."

"If it weren't for you, Xiaoyong would have found other women to sleep with. It's the child who has the problem. Besides, you've already been punished, otherwise you'd be my wife now."

Xinyi said, "I even punished myself by not having sex with a man for a year."

"Then how did you manage?"

Xinyi took off her sweater, revealing the outline of her breasts in a tight white cotton undershirt. She then took off her pants, took out a small toy from her underwear and showed it to Zhigang, saying, "I relied on these."

"Don't catch a cold."

Zhigang took the air conditioner remote from the coffee table, turned up the temperature, then threw the remote away, took off Xinyi's bra and underwear, and bit down on her long-lost, large breasts.

Xinyi couldn't take it anymore. She grabbed Zhigang's erect penis, aimed it at her, and sat down, swallowing it whole.

Zhigang knew she hadn't had sex in a long time and needed prolonged torment, so he used his penis to lift her up, like the axle of a millstone passing through a millstone's eye, making Xinyi rotate left and right and rise and fall on top of him. Xinyi screamed as if she was suffocating, and an orgasm came quickly. Zhigang then rolled over and placed her on the sofa, forcefully giving her the most intense and prolonged stimulation.

Zhigang brought Xinyi to orgasm five times before releasing himself. He picked up Xinyi's underwear and said, "Put some on, be careful not to catch a cold."

"No,"

Xinyi said, puffing out her cheeks, "I want you to fuck me again."

"Take it easy. Today and tomorrow are all yours."

Only then did Xinyi put on her cotton undershirt and fleece. Zhigang said, "Xinyi, you need to find a man to marry."

"Marry who?"

Xinyi's big eyes blinked, tears welling up. "I only left the monastic life because I wanted to marry you. If I had known this would happen, I wouldn't have left."

"It was right for you to leave the monastic life. There are plenty of men better than me. Do you want me to introduce you to one?"

"I only want you, I don't want anyone you introduce."

"Then why didn't you marry me in the first place? I even came to you to discuss marriage."

"I had an affair with Xiaoyong, how could I marry his uncle?"

"What are your plans for the future?"

"I don't know. Maybe I'll become a nun again."

"Why do you always try to run away from problems? I think you'd rather be a prostitute than become a nun again."

"Fine, I'll be a prostitute, then you'll have to come to me every day."

Zhigang flicked Xinyi's nose and said, "Coming to you every day is worse than just marrying you."

Xinyi suddenly frowned and said, "No."

"What's wrong?"

"I want you again."

This time, without taking off his shirt, Zhigang brought Xinyi to a climax.

“Xinyi.”

“Hmm?”

“Why don’t you come to my house for the New Year?”

“Has your wife returned?”

“She’s coming over on the first day of the New Year.”

“I won’t do it. Seeing her makes me feel bad. Besides, she definitely wouldn’t want to see me.”

Zhigang thought of Wenjing’s personality and also felt it wasn’t appropriate to have Xinyi come for the holiday.

“But are you going to spend it alone here?”

“Don’t worry, I’m more popular than you here. Several families have invited me to spend the New Year with them.”

“Then which family do you plan to spend it with?”

“Hongxia’s. Her in-laws are very nice; they’ve mentioned several times that they want me to come for the New Year.”

Wenjing

’s performance at the provincial TV station ended early. With her fame, it was already good enough to get an appearance; naturally, she wouldn’t be scheduled for the later parts. But that was a good thing; the sooner it ended, the sooner the New Year would arrive.

Xueshan, as Wenjing’s temporary assistant assigned by Yi Jingfeng Cultural Company, stayed with her. Xueshan, based on his relationship with Zhuo Anni, got Yi Jingfeng to hire him as a cultural consultant, so he could legitimately follow Wenjing to various performances and have a good reason to explain to his family about his business trips. However, Wenjing, with her meticulous approach to life, gave him no chance, and he remained unperturbed.

Xueshan waited for Wenjing in the dressing room until she finished her performance, then draped a coat over her shoulders. After she removed her makeup, he carried her large bag, and the two walked out of the television building together. Their hotel was nearby, only a ten-minute walk. Xueshan dragged the bag into Wenjing's room. It was a suite. Xueshan sat on the sofa in the outer room and said, "I'll rest for a while before going back to my own room."

"Then I'll take a shower first,"

Wenjing said. She was now used to not avoiding Xueshan; she felt safe with him. She went into the inner room and closed the door.

After sitting on the snow-capped mountain for a while, he felt restless. He and Wenjing had been traveling between several cities for a month. Wenjing had no man, and he had no woman. But Wenjing was very rigid; if she wouldn't let him touch her, he wouldn't dare. He always regarded Wenjing as a celestial being, not daring to defile her. He stood up and put his ear to the bedroom door, but he couldn't hear anything. He couldn't help but think of taking care of himself again, but the air conditioning in the outer room wasn't very warm. He pushed the door; it wasn't locked from the inside, and the door was a crack. He pushed it open a little more and heard the sound of running water from the bathroom. He went in and saw Wenjing's clothes scattered all over the bed and floor. He picked them up and put them on the sofa, then approached the bathroom door to listen to the sounds from inside more clearly. He took off his pants, grabbed his already hard penis, and imagined Wenjing's climax. He had at least seen Wenjing's upper body and had even ejaculated on her; that memory always made him incredibly aroused. His shoulder accidentally bumped into the bathroom door, and the door, surprisingly unlocked, opened. Without a second thought, Xue Shan pushed open the door and rushed in. Wen Jing screamed, "Ah!" Xue Shan said, "Wen Jing, don't be afraid. I just want to put it on you like last time."

Wen Jing was applying shampoo, her hands covering her chest, but the dark pubic hair in her lower body was exposed, so she squeezed her legs together. Xue Shan didn't care about anything at this moment, and his hands moved faster and faster towards Wen Jing. Wen Jing couldn't stop him anymore, so she closed her eyes, hoping that Xue Shan would finish quickly and leave. A white, arc-shaped stream of liquid shot out by Xue Shan, not only far but also high, hitting Wen Jing's breasts directly, stinging her delicate skin. Xue Shan's facial muscles contorted, his eyes looking at Wen Jing's white breasts and the bullet wound in her chest, before gradually regaining their composure.

“Alright,”

Xue Shan said, “I’m safe with you now. Don’t send me away, I’ll give you a bath.”

“No.”

Wen Jing wiped the liquid from her chest with her hands and turned on the water to rinse. “You should leave now.”

“I want to take a bath too.”

Since he was no longer a threat to Wen Jing, Xue Shan became bolder. He hugged Wen Jing, wet his body, and slathered shampoo on himself. Wen Jing had no choice but to help him, saying, “Hurry up.”

After helping Xue Shan dry off, Wen Jing felt dizzy, trembling all over, and her legs went weak. Seeing her swaying, Xue Shan quickly supported her and asked, “What’s wrong?”

Wen Jing gasped and said urgently, “Take me to the bed quickly.”

Xue Shan carried Wen Jing to the bed, but Wen Jing hugged his neck and wouldn’t let him get up, saying, “I can’t take it anymore, just do it to me.”

Xue Shan was overjoyed and pounced on Wen Jing’s body. His already erect penis couldn’t wait to enter her. This was the divine realm he had longed for, a realm he could only dream of but never reach. His long-held wish had finally come true, and his happiness was indescribable. He was willing to die immediately without hesitation.

Wenjing, however, was completely out of control. Her body had betrayed her reason, and this betrayal was uncontrollable; even reason was being consumed. At this moment, she had lost not only reason but also consciousness, only the burning thirst and need to extinguish the fire within her body.

It didn't matter whose jade pillar was inside her, because at this moment she knew no one, knew nothing about anyone. After the jade pillar thrust rapidly into her vagina for five minutes, she gradually regained consciousness, and the feeling of pleasure returned. Before, it was all blank; even pleasure was gone. It was like eating licorice as a child—eating too much made it bitter, not sweet. Only when the concentration of licorice diluted did she feel the sweetness again. Now she clearly enjoyed the pleasure brought by each thrust of the jade pillar inside her body, and she clearly knew that this pleasure was not from Zhigang but from Xueshan. She didn't care about any of that; she was already hopelessly immersed in pleasure. The climax struck her like lightning, splitting her body apart. She opened her mouth to scream, but couldn't hear her own voice. She felt herself being cleaved in two and then burning, her entire body clinging to the jade pillar, burning fiercely. She was tightly embracing this enormous jade pillar. She was utterly destroyed!

She didn't know how much time had passed before Wenjing truly regained consciousness, involuntarily kissing the man who had given her such pleasure, both physically and spiritually. This was the ultimate pleasure she had ever experienced, something Zhigang had never given her. She felt that this kind of pleasure couldn't be repeated many times; perhaps it could only happen once in a lifetime.

Xueshan, too, felt as if he were in a dream, thanking heaven for allowing him to enter Wenjing's body and enjoy himself so deeply.

“Snow Mountain,”

Wenjing kissed him, “just this once. No more.”

“Why?”

“Isn’t this once enough? Don’t be greedy. I already feel so guilty.”

“What’s wrong with needing each other? Don’t you want to do this with me again?”

“If you really want to, we’ll get married.”

“Okay. Of course I do. But are you willing to get a divorce?”

“If I want you, I can’t want Zhigang anymore. If I do this with you again, I’ll have to divorce him and marry you.”

Snow Mountain held Wenjing’s soft body, caressing her buttocks, his chest pressing against her firm breasts, his penis beginning to swell again. He said, “Oh no, I want it again. What if you don’t have time to get a divorce?”

Wenjing was amused by him and burst out laughing, her breasts shaking. Snow Mountain’s penis was stimulated by her shaking and became even harder. Without hesitation, he rolled over and pressed himself against Wenjing, sliding into her. Wenjing wanted to push him away, but the pleasure from her vagina made her hold onto Snow Mountain’s lower back, once again fully enjoying the pleasure he gave her.

Wenjing hadn't expected Xueshan's abilities to be in no way inferior to Zhigang's. Of course, the ultimate pleasure she'd just experienced wasn't something ability could provide; it was something that couldn't be sought after. She had originally thought Xueshan's abilities weren't very strong, because he could always control himself, at most taking care of himself and ejaculating onto Wenjing's breasts once. Now she realized how lovable and precious Xueshan was, how much pain he had endured to avoid harming Wenjing, and how much he loved her.

Wenjing had a deeper understanding and affection for Xueshan. She didn't know if she had fallen in love with him, but she was definitely closer to him. This made her second orgasm reach the peak of pleasure again, although not as high as the first time, it was still one of the few times Wenjing had experienced pleasure with a man since they had sex.

When she woke up in the morning, Wenjing hugged Xueshan again and said, "Do it to me again."

Xueshan couldn't be happier, and he was capable of it, so he once again entered Wenjing's body, making her feel like she was in heaven again. Wenjing and Xueshan reached orgasm at the same time, and then subsided and calmed down at the same time. Wenjing said, "Xueshan, remember, there won't be a next time."

Xueshan became anxious: "Why? We've already had a second and a third time, which already breaks what you said."

"The 'first time' I meant was this one night. Several times added together count as one."

"Can't I just marry you?"

"That can only be done after we're really married."

Actually, Xueshan was already very satisfied, even exceeding his hopes. But having actually experienced it, he wasn't satisfied anymore. Who wouldn't want more of something this wonderful?

They got dressed, and Wenjing had to catch her flight. After Xueshan took her to the airport, he drove back to Shanghai himself. When Xueshan stopped at a red light, he turned and kissed Wenjing. Wenjing slightly objected, and he said, "This isn't within the scope of what you said. You said you wouldn't do ** anymore, but you didn't say I couldn't kiss you again."

Wenjing giggled and accepted his kiss, even kissing him back, so much so that once they didn't even notice when the light turned green, causing a cacophony of horns behind them.

On the plane, Wenjing tried to sleep for a while; the passion of the previous night had been too intense, and she hadn't slept for more than a few hours. But she couldn't sleep; the image of Xue Shan's muscular physique kept appearing in her mind, and she could almost feel his penis still inside her. Her nerves were still in a state of excitement. After all, she had only been with two men, and in fact, only experienced two loves. Before Zhigang, she had never been in a relationship. She knew she was now in a dilemma, unsure whether to choose Zhigang or Xue Shan. This dilemma was one she had created for herself; if it were another woman, she might not have had this choice at all, but would have happily possessed both men simultaneously.

The flight time was less than an hour, but Wenjing felt it was even shorter as she pondered. Before she could sort out her thoughts, the plane landed. She remained seated, as if reluctant to change the situation, and only left her seat after everyone else had moved to the front. Before she even reached the arrival hall, she saw Zhigang anxiously searching for her from afar. She raised her arm to let him see her

.

Zhigang took Wenjing's suitcase, kissed her lips, and then took her hand, leading her to the underground parking garage. As soon as they got in the car, Wenjing couldn't resist cupping Zhigang's face and kissing him. They hadn't seen each other for over a month. After last night's passion, Wenjing felt guilty towards Zhigang and became even more affectionate.

They kissed for a good ten minutes before separating. Zhigang started the car and drove out of the garage, onto the highway towards Daishan County. Although they had both made love to other people last night, they were both now impulsively wanting to have sex with each other, after all, they were a couple who hadn't seen each other for over a month. Zhigang had also

been with Xinyi last night. They had barely slept a wink, making love repeatedly. Xinyi's desire for a man, which had been pent up for almost a year, erupted uncontrollably at this moment. They knew Wenjing would arrive on the first day of the Lunar New Year, meaning they wouldn't have another chance to make love during the holiday, and they didn't know when they would be together again, so they cherished every minute of this New Year's Eve even more.

They arrived home just in time for lunch. It was the first day of the Lunar New Year, and Chen You and Zhihong had also come with their daughter, Xiaojie. Zhigang's mother was beaming with joy, constantly piling food onto Wenjing's plate, urging her to eat more, saying she was too thin. Zhihong said, "Mom, you still have that old-fashioned rural mindset. Do you think women need to be plump to do farm work? It's a good thing Wenjing is thin; others can't even be thin if they want to."

Zhigang's mother said, "Women need to be plump not only for farm work, but also for easier childbirth, as the fetus won't lack nutrition."

Zhigang's mother's words made Wenjing blush. She knew her mother-in-law was eager for a grandson, but her current condition made it impossible for her to have a child. No one knew she was married; how could she have a child? Besides, the entertainment industry is extremely competitive. You have to appear in public frequently to maintain popularity. If she were to have a baby, she wouldn't be able to appear in public for four or five months, and after giving birth and completing her postpartum confinement, it would take at least six months. In the entertainment industry, not appearing for six months could easily lead to being replaced by a newcomer.

Zhigang understood her and agreed to postpone having children, but he couldn't explain it to his mother. In the eyes of the elderly, even the biggest entertainment stars couldn't compare to their grandson.

Wenjing had to change the subject. She served food to Xiaojie and Xiaoyong, asking Xiaoyong, "Xiaoyong, do you miss your mother?"

"No,"

Xiaoyong said, "I'll see her soon when I go back to Shanghai."

"That's true,"

Wenjing said, "The holiday isn't long. But Xiaojie won't see her parents for a long time. Xiaojie, do you miss your parents?"

"Yes,"

Xiaojie said, her big eyes sparkling. She was already in high school, looked like her mother Zhihong, with a pretty face, a slimmer figure than Zhihong, and a taller stature. Her breasts had already sprouted two pointed tips like bamboo shoots.

“There’s no other way,”

Zhihong said. “Without a Shanghai hukou (household registration), you can’t study or take the college entrance exam in Shanghai.”

Wenjing asked, “How are Xiaojie’s grades?”

Speaking of her daughter’s grades, Zhihong smiled broadly and said, “She got into the county’s top high school, a provincial key school. As long as she gets in, getting into a top-tier university is a piece of cake. The question is, what kind of prestigious university will she get into?”

After dinner, Zhigang’s mother, while clearing the table, said, “Zhigang, you and Wenjing should take a nap. You haven’t had a good rest.”

Wenjing blushed again, knowing that Zhigang’s mother wanted a grandson again and hoped that she and Zhigang would work hard to have one soon. Zhihong said, “Zhigang, you two rest. Chenyou and I will take the two children to visit other people’s homes.”

Zhigang and Wenjing went into the bedroom and eagerly embraced and kissed. Zhigang turned the air conditioner to the hottest temperature, undressed Wenjing completely, and began kissing her from head to toe. Wenjing, remembering she hadn't showered after having sex with Xueshan that morning in fear of missing her flight, said, "I want to shower first."

Zhigang said, "I'll shower with you."

They washed each other under the running water in the bathroom. Having not seen each other for over a month, they couldn't resist each other's caresses. Zhigang picked up Wenjing and entered her while standing. The hot water continued to flow as they engaged in a fierce battle in the water. After having sex with Xueshan, Wenjing seemed even more aroused. With Zhigang's penis pressing against her, she shouted loudly, completely uninhibited, contrary to her usual behavior with Zhigang. The water remained on, and they didn't know how long they had been doing it. Feeling the water gradually cooling, Zhigang quickly turned it off, saying, "This is a solar water heater; the hot water is used up."

Reluctant to separate, they hastily wiped each other dry. Zhigang, with Wenjing still pressed against his penis, walked to the bedside and placed her on the edge of the bed to sit. Actually, while standing, Zhigang used most of his strength in his legs and hands to support Wenjing's weight. Now, after placing her on the bed, he concentrated his strength on his penis, fiercely attacking Wenjing's vagina.

Since both of them had sex more than once the previous night, their climaxes were both delayed. An hour later, they simultaneously destroyed themselves, turning each other to dust.

Xinyi had New Year's Eve dinner at Hongxia's house, watched the CCTV Spring Festival Gala with her family, and then returned to her dormitory. Soon after, Zhigang arrived, and they repeatedly made love, countless times. Zhigang got up after only a short nap, saying he was going to pick up Wenjing from the provincial airport. At noon on New Year

's Day, Xinyi went to Hongxia's house for lunch again. After lunch, she told Hongxia that she wouldn't be coming over that evening, as too many people had invited her to dinner, and she needed to go to other people's homes. Indeed, many people had invited her to dinner, but she didn't go to any of them. The Spring Festival was a time for family reunions; she felt like an outsider wherever she went. The more enthusiastic people were towards her, the more she felt like an outsider. In the evenings, she would eat noodles at the canteen by herself; the canteen had everything. After dinner, she would take a stroll in the cold fields near the village before returning to her dormitory to watch TV. She had long been accustomed to living alone, especially during her solitary years at Baiyun Temple, which had made her somewhat fond of the solitude. If the TV wasn't interesting, she would go online or read, staying up very late before going to bed.

On the morning of the second day of the Lunar New Year, Xinyi was still asleep when she heard a knock at the door. "Who is it?"

she asked, looking up.

"It's me. Aunt Xinyi, it's Xiaoyong."

Xinyi put on a down jacket, got out of bed, and opened the door. Xiaoyong brought a gust of cold air in, making her shiver, and she quickly closed the door again. She sat back in bed getting dressed and asked, "Xiaoyong, what brings you here?"

More than a year had passed, and Xiaoyong had grown taller, with a fine mustache, and his voice had changed: "Aunt Xinyi, I've come to see you."

"What's so interesting about me? You'd better stay far away from me,"

Xinyi said as she put on her down jacket.

Xiao Yong sat down on Xin Yi's bedside, grabbed her breast with one hand, and said, "Don't wear clothes. I want you."

Xin Yi was shocked and quickly pushed Xiao Yong's hand away, saying, "Xiao Yong, why are you doing this again?"

Xiao Yong said, "I used to do this, but not anymore. I want you to be my lover."

"Isn't this doing this? Didn't you get some treatment from your therapist?"

“I’m careful. So I’m not messing around now. The doctor said it’s not a bad thing, but a good thing, as long as you have the right mindset. I used to want to sleep with every woman I saw, without considering the consequences, which is why I got Xiaojing pregnant, which had a very bad impact on her future life. But I won’t do that anymore. I like you, you are my first woman, so I want to maintain a long-term relationship with you.”

“Is that what you call being careful? I see you’re no different than before. You’re still a child, you can’t think about women all the time. You need to study so you can have a good job in the future, and then you can think about women.”

“But the psychologist said that I’ve already tasted the flavor of women too early, and it’s impossible to completely get rid of it. As long as I adjust my mindset and it doesn’t affect my studies, it’s okay to have sex with women occasionally. Soon I will be an adult, and I will be no different from others.”

“But you are still a child, you can’t be like an adult.”

“I’ve developed, I’m not a child anymore. I’ll show you if you don’t believe me.”

Xiaoyong took off his pants, showing Xinyi his already erect penis. It was indeed several times larger than before, and the once bare base had grown a thicket of hair. Previously, the long foreskin couldn't be retracted because the penis was too thin and pointed, so it didn't affect penetration. But now the foreskin was retracted, revealing the bare head of the penis. Xin Yi couldn't recognize it anymore; in terms of length and girth, it was clearly that of an adult, even thicker than the penises of some adult men she had ever seen.

Seeing that Xiao Yong's thighs were covered in goosebumps from the cold, Xin Yi said, "Come to bed quickly, don't get cold."

Xiao Yong crawled into bed, hugged Xin Yi, and kissed her. He had only ever known how to have sex with women before, never kissed one, but now he knew how to kiss like a man. Xin Yi was puzzled, but she could only let his tongue enter her mouth. The feeling was indeed completely different from before; it was as if she was truly holding a man.

Xiao Yong seemed very experienced, kissing Xin Yi until she was weak all over, then he took off her sweater and underwear, kneading her breasts, and then slid his hard and thick penis into her already open and round vagina. Xinyi closed her eyes, refusing to look at Xiaoyong, completely immersing herself in the experience of being with a strong and powerful man. The hard, thick shaft rubbed powerfully against her, a stark contrast to the empty, swaying sensation she had felt inside her before. Xinyi reached her climax, feeling as if her vast cavern had swallowed and melted Xiaoyong completely.

After Xinyi's climax subsided, Xiaoyong kissed her red lips and said, "Aunt Xin, I'll call you Aunt Xin, the aunt of aunties. I'm only staying for a few days; I'll be going back to Shanghai with Aunt Zhihong. I'll come back to see you later."

Only then did Xinyi begin to believe that Xiaoyong, as he himself said, was indeed mentally normal. He was an adult, or about to become an adult; being her little lover wasn't so bad. The guilt she felt from having sex with a child before had lessened considerably. But she still felt it wasn't right, saying, "You haven't even asked me if I'm willing. It's not appropriate for us to be lovers, and it would be even worse if people found out."

"No one will find out. I didn't know before that you had to hide this from others, but now I do. Anyway, whether you're willing or not, you've slept with me again today, so you're mine."

Seeing Xiaoyong's somewhat exaggeratedly macho tone, Xinyi chuckled, hugged Xiaoyong's face, and kissed him, saying, "My little man, you're so sweet to me. Okay, I want you to fuck me again." The

young and vigorous Xiaoyong's penis was already a little cannon; he rolled over and entered Xinyi's cave, making her scream.

The things Xiaoyong said to Xinyi were indeed taught to him by Wu Min and Yuqin. The psychologist only looked at the mind; making Xiaoyong psychologically healthy was another matter. They wanted Xiaoyong to neither feel guilty nor think he had fallen into badness, but to have a correct view of male-female relationships and sex. But Xiaoyong, being young and lacking self-control, became addicted to sleeping with women. He said to Yuqin, "Since you think sex is a wonderful thing, then I want to sleep with you. Will you do it?"

Yuqin laughed and said, "What's so special about that? Your Aunt Yuqin slept with men when she was 12, even earlier than you. The key is that you need to know who you can sleep with and who you can't."

"Who do you mean I can sleep with and who I can't?"

"You can't sleep with elders, you can't sleep with younger people, that's called sex. You know? And you can't sleep with people who are harmful to others or yourself."

"I know that. But elders like you can be replaced, like Sun Yat-sen was Soong Ching-ling's elder, so they became husband and wife."

"That makes sense. But you and I haven't developed any feelings for each other."

"Did you develop feelings for a man when you were 12?"

Yuqin was speechless for a moment before finally saying, "I was sexually assaulted."

Xiaoyong hugged Yuqin, pressing his head against her breasts, and said, "Aunt Yuqin, I like you, I want to sleep with you." Yuqin

stroked his head and said, "How about this, as long as you pass Uncle Wumin's psychological treatment, I'll let you sleep with me."

"Really?"

"Really."

"You have to keep your word."

"Of course. For Aunt Yuqin, having sex with another man is nothing, there's no need to break my promise to you."

"But what if I want to do it now?"

"Since you're going to become a man, you must have this self-control. If you can't control yourself today, you won't be able to recover from Uncle Wumin's treatment."

"Okay."

For the first time, Xiaoyong suppressed his impulse and actively cooperated with Wumin's treatment. His goal was simple: to have sex with Yuqin.

When Wu Min thought Xiao Yong's mind had returned to normal, Yu Qin said to him, "I agree to have sex with you. But we need to agree on three rules."

"What are the three rules?" "

First, don't be unrestrained. Have sex with women in moderation so it can last. Especially since you're still young and have poor self-control, you need to stick to this even more. Second, I'm not your lover; I'm just there to quell your desires when you don't have other women, so don't be too enthusiastic with me. At most, we'll do it twice a month. Third, before you're an adult, don't easily have sex with other women, and you must tell me about any interactions with women. Can you do these three things?"

"Yes,"

Xiao Yong readily agreed.

Yu Qin then removed her clothes and taught Xiao Yong to start kissing her breasts, kissing her entire body, and then her vulva. Xiao Yong couldn't hold back; before he finished kissing her, he inserted his hard penis into Yu Qin's vagina. He persisted for a long time, bringing Yu Qin to orgasm. Yu Qin lifted him into the air, screaming and moaning continuously.

Afterward, Yu Qin taught Xiao Yong many sexual techniques and knowledge, and also taught him how to properly handle such matters. She told Xiaoyong that although she had slept with a man at the age of 12, it didn't affect her studies, and she was able to get into a junior high school vocational school. Back then, the competition for junior high school vocational schools was extremely fierce, unlike later vocational schools; it was even harder to get into a university. Some things in life are inevitable, and some things require effort. Having sex with a woman is inevitable, don't rush it, but studying and career require hard work. Therefore, the first thing in life is to work hard; beauty comes from books.

Xiaoyong then lived with Yuqin, becoming completely healthy psychologically, and physically, because Yuqin prevented him from indulging, he developed normally. Xiaoyong developed a strong sense of dependence and trust in Yuqin, telling her everything, including seeking her help with academic difficulties. His grades unexpectedly became among the top three in his class, and he maintained this position for a long time, occasionally even reaching first place. Yuqin and Wumin discussed finding a way for Xiaoyong to attend high school in Shanghai and take the college entrance exam there, believing he would definitely get into a good university. However, this is quite difficult. Zheng Ting and Zhi Chun do not have high levels of education and cannot obtain a talent introduction residence permit, which would prevent Xiao Yong from attending high school in Shanghai.

Zhigang and Wenjing were leaving on the fourth day of the Lunar New Year to go to Wenjing's hometown. They only stayed at Wenjing's house for one day because Wenjing had rehearsals and performances starting on the seventh day, so they returned to Shanghai on the sixth.

Early on the seventh day, Wenjing went to the company. Zhigang, feeling bored, drove to the company. The company was deserted, with no one there. He noticed that Jinghui's room door was open, and the scent of incense and sandalwood wafted out. Jinghui's needlework combined with traditional Chinese studies and calligraphy and painting teaching had become a signature program of the neighboring village's association. As the number of female students increased, the association could no longer accommodate everyone, so Zhigang allocated two rooms to her, one as a bedroom and the other, a larger one, for her teaching.

The room wafting incense was Jinghui's bedroom. Zhigang pushed open the door and saw Jinghui sitting on the sofa embroidering a landscape painting about six feet in size. The room was quite spacious. Besides a bed and a sofa, there was a Buddha statue on a table against the wall opposite the door, and several sticks of incense were burning in the incense burner.

Jinghui looked up and saw Zhigang enter. She didn't stand up, but stopped her work, clasped her hands together, and murmured, "Amitabha."

Then she asked, "Zhigang, you're back?"

"Yes, I'm back."

Zhigang sat down on the sofa, admiring the half-finished embroidery. "This painting looks familiar."

"It's the one Qiuzhen painted, the one Wang Changqing bought. Wang Changqing paid me to embroider it."

"Such a big painting, how much did he pay?"

"Guess."

"100,000?"

Jinghui held up two fingers: "200,000."

"Wow. You're making quite a bit of money."

"Our needlework sells very well. Some of my students are in foreign trade. They showed it to foreign buyers, and they really liked it, ordering over a hundred different pieces. One piece, the same size as this, sold for 80,000 euros."

"So expensive? What are you planning to do with all that money?"

"I'll give most of it to the artists. Although I keep a small portion, it'll add up. I'm setting up a foundation specifically to discover traditional women's handicrafts, to invite and support those with these skills, and to help them make money from their craft."

"You'll never run out of money doing this, and it'll accumulate over time. What do you plan to do?"

"I've thought about that too. First, I'll pay for the venue and lodging you provide. Then, I'll sponsor girls from impoverished families in poor areas to study and help them graduate from university."

"How can I accept money for something so good? Even our neighboring village's association should sponsor impoverished girls' education."

Jinghui didn't refuse, saying, "Then thank you."

Zhigang looked at Jinghui's profile; although she was wearing monk's robes, her breasts were still quite prominent. He knew that although Jinghui was a devout Buddhist, she wasn't averse to sex, so he reached out and rubbed her breasts, saying, "Haven't been with a man lately, have you?" The

moment Zhigang's hand touched her body, Jinghui trembled, clearly having been without a man for a long time. She put down her embroidery needle, pushed aside the embroidery frame, and embraced Zhigang, kissing him. After marrying Wenjing, Zhigang had never been intimate with Jinghui. Actually, he longed to be with her, and only he could see the sensuality beneath her monk's robes. She was a woman who had once been a singer, with graceful dance moves, sexy and alluring. Zhigang unbuttoned his monk's robe, revealing a thick woolen sweater underneath. He simply picked Jinghui up and placed her on the bed, removed her clothes, covered her with a blanket, and then took off his own clothes and slipped inside.

Jinghui's skin was smooth, soft, and delicate; her full breasts, slender waist, and large hips writhed in his hands, a body that seemed to dance. Zhigang's hands roamed over the thicket, touching her labia like plump seaweed. His middle finger slipped unintentionally into her warm opening, and Jinghui trembled as if having a seizure, her legs clamping tightly around his finger. Her small hands also grasped and rubbed Zhigang's penis, moaning, "Ah! Zhigang, come in quickly."

Zhigang then guided his penis to find its way in, and with a soft "plop," it entered. The flesh inside immediately gripped his penis, creating intense friction with each thrust. Zhigang felt the body in his arms swaying like a willow in the wind, spreading pleasure between them. The tight binding suddenly loosened, leaving Zhigang feeling empty and adrift, his penis seemingly suspended in mid-air. Then, it tightened again, gripping his penis like a bite. Zhigang felt the satisfying tightness and looseness of Jinghui's vagina, looking at the beautiful face beneath him. Her willow-leaf eyebrows were tightly furrowed, as if she were enduring some pain, her upper teeth biting her lower lip, making "hmm—hmm—"

sounds. Suddenly, like an explosion, her teeth released her lower lip, her mouth opening wide, screaming, "Ah—!"

Zhigang's fierce assault brought her to the peak of pleasure, before she gradually calmed down under his thrusts. Zhigang continued to move hard within her, stimulating the nerve endings on her vaginal walls, generating a new wave of pleasure. Jinghui was delighted to know he hadn't ejaculated, kissing him and saying, "Zhigang, you're amazing."

Zhigang didn't speak, continuing his relentless torment. They were both hot, so Zhigang threw off the blankets. Naked in the sub-10-degree room without air conditioning, they struggled desperately, radiating heat. Jinghui bit her lower lip again, her brows furrowed in pain, her body rotating like a millstone around the jade pillar, experiencing stimulation with each circle.

Just as Jinghui's second climax was approaching, Zhigang gathered his strength to thrust, but then everything went dark, as if someone had blocked the light from the window. He turned his head and saw Wenjing standing at the head of the bed, her eyes wide, her right hand covering her open mouth as she stared at them.

Chapter 088 Wenjing was coerced.

Today was the first day back at work, and no one was working diligently, including at Yijingfeng Culture Company. Zhuo Anni had to attend an important banquet hosted by the CPPCC at noon, and the music director, An Dong, was also attending a friend's dinner. Everyone chatted in the office for a while, discussing the work arrangements for the next few days, and then left one after another. Wenjing told Anni and drove her Mercedes home.

Wenjing discovered the door was locked from the outside with a key, and Zhigang wasn't home. She assumed he'd gone to work, and since she had nothing else to do, she locked the door again, went downstairs, and drove to the company. At the company, she saw Zhigang's car in the yard, but he wasn't in his office. She wandered around aimlessly, only to find Zhigang and Jinghui in bed together

. Wenjing turned and ran out, quickly driving her Mercedes away from the neighboring village company.

Wenjing returned to the Yijingfeng Culture Company office, collapsed onto the sofa, and cried loudly. She couldn't accept Zhigang's casual behavior. If Zhigang were only devoted to one person, she might have been able to understand, but last time it was with Lanhua, this time with Jinghui, and countless other women in the rumors—wasn't she, Wenjing, just one of these many women? What binding force did marriage hold? What was its meaning?

Ever since making love with Xueshan on New Year's Eve, Wenjing felt guilty and had thought more than once about being more forgiving of Zhigang. But when she saw Zhigang naked and entangled with Jinghui, thrusting into her, she immediately broke down. If she had seen Lanhua and Zhigang making love again, she wouldn't have broken down so much. She felt so insecure; if she saw it again, who knew who he would be with? Since marrying Zhigang, she had given him her whole heart, but how much had he given her in return? Was it a fraction, or even a tiny fraction? She didn't know if her devotion to Zhigang was worth it, and she didn't know what to do in the future. She

didn't know how long she had cried when she heard someone open the office door, enter, close it, and turn on the air conditioner. She looked up and saw Xueshan had come in.

"What's wrong?"

Xueshan helped Wenjing, who was slumped on the sofa, to sit down, and pulled her into his arms, asking.

Wenjing's tears welled up again, and she buried her face in Xueshan's chest, sobbing.

"What exactly happened? Tell me. What do you need me to do? Fight, or file a lawsuit?"

Wenjing buried her face in Xueshan's chest, tears wetting his clothes, and said, "I saw Zhigang having sex with a nun."

"That's it. You have to get used to it and accept it; men are all like that. He married you, which proves that no matter how many women he has, you're still his favorite."

"How can that be? He married me, so he should give up the other women."

"But conversely, don't you also have me? What will Zhigang think if he finds out?"

Wenjing suddenly lifted her head from Xueshan's chest, looking at him and saying, "We only had that one time; it will never happen again."

"Is there a difference between one and a hundred times?"

"Of course there is. Even if I can accept him having lovers, I can't accept him having a hundred lovers."

Xueshan pressed Wenjing's head back to his chest and hugged her tightly, saying, "You can't restrict a man too much, and you shouldn't try to change him. You can't, and he'll resent it. If you can't accept him, leave him. If you don't want to leave him, accept him."

"But I just don't want to leave him, and I can't accept him."

"So you're living such a stressful life. Why can't you be like him, not so restrictive, having as many lovers as you want, without interfering with each other?"

"I'm not restricting myself! I only want him as my man, is that wrong?"

"Not at all. But, are there men like you these days? I doubt it. Even if there are, you'd probably have a hard time finding one."

"Aren't you one?"

Wenjing looked up at the snow-capped mountain again.

Xueshan blushed and said, "I'm afraid not. I have a wife, and I like you so much."

"Didn't you say you were going to divorce your wife? If you divorce her and then marry me, then you're still that kind of man."

"We haven't even divorced yet, and we've already... well, you can't say you only want him as a man."

"But I really only want him."

Xueshan hugged Wenjing tightly, kissing her lips, and said, "Okay, let's not argue about this anymore, it's never going to end."

Wenjing leaned her head against Xueshan, accepting his kiss, and asked, "Xueshan, what do you think I should do in the future?"

"It's simple. Accept him, and accept me too."

"What do you mean?"

"It means being a loving couple with him, not interfering with each other. You also let me be your lover, that way you'll feel balanced."

"I can't do that. My heart can only belong to one man; I can't love two men at the same time."

“Nobody asked you to share equally. I know you love Zhigang very much, and I don’t expect to share your love with him. I just want to offer you some comfort when you’re lonely, when Zhigang ignores you. Just treat me like a pet, a dog. You can ignore me every day, but when you need me, just beckon and I’ll come.”

Wen Jing smiled, feeling a little more at ease, and said, “That wouldn’t be too unfair to you.”

“Not at all. As long as I can be by your side, see you often, and even let you whip me often, I’ll be content.”

Wen Jing’s mood continued to improve, and she said with a smile, “You think I don’t know? Pets aren’t so easy to fool. It’s always clinging to you, you can’t get rid of it, it’s annoying.”

“That’s its cuteness. It’s just following you around, being affectionate, and asking for a little warmth from you. It won’t crawl into your bed and try to take over your man’s place, will it?”

Wen Jing reached out and slapped Xue Shan’s face, not too hard, but a little stinging, making it hard to tell whether it was affection or punishment. Wenjing said, "You're insulting me."

"No,"

Xueshan looked at Wenjing innocently.

"You said you'd let a pet crawl into my bed, isn't that insulting me? What am I?"

Xueshan finally realized and laughed, "I meant I am that pet."

Wenjing blushed and laughed too. She leaned against Xueshan's chest again and said, "If you were really a pet, that would be great, I could walk you around every day. But you're not, so I can't have you." Xueshan's hand touched Wenjing's breast, but Wenjing pushed his hand away. Xueshan said, "Just let me touch it once."

" No," Wenjing said, "Last time you took advantage of me and made me suffer." "Did you suffer? You seem so happy, like you got the better deal." Wenjing's face turned red again. Xueshan took the opportunity to put his hand on her breasts again, kneading her two full breasts through her sweater. Wenjing didn't stop her anymore, saying, "Don't push your luck." "No. I can't control myself anymore. Just let me release it on you." "Don't fantasize about what happened last time." "I don't want to. I just want to release it." Xueshan had already taken off his pants, his large, hard penis bobbing up in front of Wenjing, pointing straight to the sky. This penis had been inside Wenjing before, so it felt familiar to her. Xueshan grabbed the penis and said, "I'm starting." "No. You'll get it on my clothes." " Then take your clothes off, or I'll ejaculate on your breasts." "No, that won't work either. There's nowhere to shower here." "Then I'll put it in your mouth." Wenjing finally couldn't resist, reaching out and grabbing Xueshan's penis, putting it in her mouth and sucking, licking every part of it with her tongue. Snow Mountain was in ecstasy, gathering strength to explode in her mouth, but Wenjing stopped, saying, "No." Snow Mountain's taut string suddenly relaxed, and he asked disappointedly, "What's wrong?" Wenjing hurriedly took off her sweater and then her pants, saying, "Come in quickly. I'm going to die." Wenjing lay down on the sofa, legs spread, letting Snow Mountain lie on top of her, his jade pillar sliding smoothly into her. Her burning body felt like it was receiving a heavenly rain the moment the jade pillar entered, instantly immersed in an ocean of happiness. At this moment, she forgot Zhigang, even forgot her parents' teachings from childhood; all she wanted was the man before her, otherwise she would be destroyed. Snow Mountain quickly brought Wenjing to her peak. Wenjing thought, I've really become a lustful woman. Strangely, once she admitted to being lustful, she suddenly relaxed, fully enjoying the pleasure, and even felt that the world was a better place. Since God created this kind of pleasure for mankind, why not enjoy it? Wouldn't that be letting God down? In her climax, she wrapped Xue Shan's jade pillar tightly, like a rice dumpling, as precious as life itself. Xue Shan remained steadfast, continuously creating pleasure within her, leaving Wen Jing, whose climax had already passed, utterly delighted. She thought all men were like this, unaware that the two men she had been with were exceptionally capable; most men would consider themselves experts if they brought her to orgasm only once. As they were building for a second wave, the door suddenly burst open, and music director Anton rushed in, snapping photos incessantly. Before Xue Shan and Wen Jing could react, he had already taken over ten pictures. Xue Shan quickly withdrew his jade pillar; it had already shrunk. Wen Jing covered her chest with her hands, grabbed her clothes, and began to put them on. "Don't put on your clothes," Anton's calm yet authoritative voice stopped her. Anton said to Xue Shan, "Put your clothes on and leave." Xue Shan put on his clothes, looked at Wen Jing, seemed to want to say something, but remained silent, and hastily opened the door and ran out. Anton took a chair and sat opposite Wen Jing, calmly saying, "What do you suggest we do?"

Wenjing, tears streaming down her face, said, "I don't know. I've never done anything like this."

"You have to re-sign with the company and obey all their arrangements, including doing this,"

Anton said, waving his DSLR camera. "Otherwise, these photos will not only be seen by your husband and parents, but by the whole world online."

Wenjing didn't know what to do and could only lower her head and cry. If Zhigang and her parents saw these photos, she couldn't live, let alone if they were posted online. She sobbed, "Then what will you ask me to do?"

"Don't worry, we've spent a lot of money to groom you; we won't give up easily, and we'll make sure you live a respectable life. But, we might ask you to accompany a certain leader once, and you must obey. Of course, we'll pay you afterwards."

"What if I don't?"

"That's the result I just mentioned. You decide."

"Can you let me think about it properly?"

"Of course. I'll give you three days to consider. However, there's one thing you can't consider now; you must do it."

"What is it?"

"Let me do it once."

Anton said, putting down the camera and taking off his clothes. Wenjing had no choice; things had already come to this, so she'd just have to let him do it once.

Anton held Wenjing in his arms and gently caressed her. He was an experienced hand, and his touch felt wonderful to her. But Wenjing's mind was blank; she felt as if the sky had fallen, and she couldn't cooperate with him at all, only allowing him to ravage her body. Her flower shamefully bloomed under Anton's tongue, its core being penetrated and secreting fluid. The interrupted memories of pleasure were restored to her body, and Anton's penis continued the pleasure.

Tears still welled in Wenjing's eyes; she continued to cry, yet was tormented by Anton's penetration. Despite the restored memories of pleasure and the shameful penetration of Anton's penis, Wenjing knew she couldn't reach orgasm again, only hoping Anton would finish quickly. Anton, of course, knew that Wenjing couldn't reach orgasm in today's situation, so after nearly an hour of pleasurable enjoyment, he ended his violation inside her.

"Put your clothes on,"

Anton said, dressing himself, taking out a data cable, copying the photos from the camera to the computer, and then admiring them one by one.

Wenjing slowly dressed, her mind still sluggish, unsure how to handle the situation. She knew she was being controlled, her freedom gone, forced to obey Anton's every command.

After admiring Wenjing's beauty, Anton typed rapidly on the computer. This guy didn't usually do much writing, but his typing speed was quite fast; he finished quickly, glanced at it, printed out two sheets of paper, and showed them to Wenjing. Wenjing saw it was a duplicate agreement, signed by both her and Anton. The agreement stated that she fully entrusted Anton with handling all matters, all future activities would be arranged by Anton, and income would be distributed by Anton. Any previous agreements with other parties that conflicted with this agreement would be superseded by this one, which was valid indefinitely. And so on.

Wenjing asked, "What about the contract I signed with Yijingfeng Culture Company?"

"It's clearly stated here that in case of conflict, this agreement shall prevail."

"Then aren't I in breach of contract with Yijingfeng?"

"I don't care about that. However, I won't let you have a serious conflict, so as not to affect your image."

"Aren't you one of Yijingfeng's people?"

"Who said I'm one of Yijingfeng's people? Zhuo Anni is just one of the bosses who hired me as music director; I can leave her at any time."

Wenjing

knew this agreement was essentially her indenture, and she couldn't sign it lightly. She said, "Can we not sign this agreement? Anyway, you have my photos; I'll listen to whatever you say."

"No. Don't even think about leaving today if you don't sign."

"Are you going to restrict my personal freedom?"

"I wouldn't dare. I'm just testing my patience. My patience usually doesn't last more than a day, so if you insist on leaving this office, I won't stop you. But if I click the mouse here, the consequences might be irreversible." Wenjing's mind

raced, trying to figure out what to do. She took out her phone and dialed a number while saying, "I'll call my husband to discuss it."

"No calling."

Wenjing stopped, then started dialing again, saying, "Can I call my parents to discuss it then?"

"No, that won't work either."

Wenjing continued dialing, but after finishing, seeing Anton's menacing gaze, she stopped and said, "If you won't let me consult with someone, how can I make a decision? I can't make such a big decision alone."

"You have no choice now. I'm giving you time to consider it, but the result is the same no matter how you consider it: you sign the contract with me."

"Sigh!"

Wenjing pounded her head with her left hand, saying, "My mind is numb, completely blank, and I can't even see the words clearly. Can you read the agreement to me so I can listen and think it over?"

"Read it yourself."

"My vision is blurry, I really can't see the words. But I can't just sign it like this without understanding. Even if I were selling myself, I need to know what price I'm selling for, right? Please read it to me again."

"Okay. I'll read it to you once, but not a second time. Listen carefully."

Anton read the agreement to her. After listening, Wenjing pondered for a moment and said, "This is practically a contract of servitude, and it doesn't even have a price. It's worse than a contract of servitude."

Anton said, "You have no choice. Of course, I will allocate a considerable portion of my income to you so you can live a life free from financial worries. After all, you're a big star, how can you be short of money? I will also make you more and more famous, so your future income will be much higher than your current income."

"Can you write all of this down?"

"No. I keep my word, but I won't make any promises to you. You can only sign it like this. I've already printed two copies. I'm lazy and don't want to make any changes."

"You're forcing me to sell myself." "

So what if I'm forcing you? You still have one option: let me put these photos online."

Wenjing hesitated and said, "Let me think about it a little longer."

"Okay. I have plenty of patience before I get off work today."

In the end, Wenjing had no choice but to sign. She went downstairs, sat in her Mercedes, and buried her face in her hands, tears streaming down her face. She hated Zhigang, hated him for letting her see him having sex with the nun today, which led to all of this. It was because of him that she lost her virginity and was taken by two men at the same time. Worse still, she lost her freedom, her fate in someone else's hands, ready to be destroyed at any moment.

Wenjing wasn't one to let things go easily, especially not in this situation; few could remain calm. She slumped over the steering wheel, almost asleep. After what seemed like an eternity, she looked up, feeling more awake, started the car, and drove onto the road. It was nearing the end of the workday in the afternoon, and because the Spring Festival had just passed, there were far fewer cars on the road than usual. Ignoring the speed limit, Wenjing sped through the Mercedes. The green light at the intersection ahead had just turned off when she floored the accelerator, overtaking two cars from behind, and crossing the intersection just as the red light came on. The intersection led to the inner ring road entrance, which she sped up, entering the main lane without slowing down. The drivers on her left slammed on their brakes, cursing and trying to teach her a lesson, but she had already passed. Wenjing was now fully conscious; she hoped for a car accident, perhaps one that would free her from her current predicament. However, despite her reckless and speeding driving, she was unharmed and safely returned home.

Zhigang wasn't home. Wenjing no longer cared where he was, and she certainly wouldn't go looking for him like she had in the morning. Wenjing hadn't eaten lunch and wasn't hungry. She went to the bathroom to dry her clothes, turned on the shower, and washed her private parts for a while with the shower gel. She felt it was dirty since two men had been in there that day.

Just as Zhigang was about to ejaculate, Wenjing came in and interrupted him. He thought of chasing after her, but then he heard Jinghui scream "Ah!" and felt that his penis was stuck inside her. Zhigang panicked and tried to pull it out, but it seemed to be ingrained. Jinghui gasped and said, "Don't move. It hurts so much."

Zhigang understood that Jinghui had been convulsing from fright. He had heard stories from his time studying in the countryside about a woman in a village who had sex with her dog, but she was so nervous that she couldn't pull out. The dog, not being human, didn't understand what was happening and struggled even more, letting out sharp screams. The woman, unable to bear the pain, called her neighbor. The neighbor woman knocked on the door but couldn't get in. So the woman, along with her dog, went to the door and opened it, startling the neighbor woman so much she fell to the ground. They had to take the woman and dog to the vet to get them out.

Zhigang had never encountered anything like this before and didn't know how to handle it, so he comforted Jinghui, saying, "Don't be afraid, don't panic. We'll think of a solution slowly."

"What solution? Think quickly. What should we do?"

Jinghui was a Buddhist and always kind to others, not wanting anyone to be unhappy because of her. Today, she had clearly angered Wenjing, which was truly a sin. She didn't know how to make amends.

Zhigang said, "You're just nervous. Just calm down."

"I can't calm down, my heart is still pounding."

Zhigang thought for a moment, then covered Jinghui with the blanket, hugged her tightly, and whispered in her ear, "Don't think too much now. Wenjing is gone, no one will bother you anymore. Let's continue what we're doing."

Saying this, Zhigang kissed Jinghui, his tongue chasing hers. His hands also caressed Jinghui's lower back and buttocks. Gradually, Jinghui forgot her tension as she was being caressed, and her hands began to caress Zhigang's buttocks in return. Zhigang held Jinghui's tongue tightly in his mouth, preventing her from paying attention to anything else. After a while, Zhigang gently moved his penis, feeling that it was still firmly embedded in her vagina, as if it were embedded in stone. He continued to caress it, praying that it wouldn't get stuck and he'd have to go to the hospital—that would be a huge laughingstock.

After the blanket was pulled up, without the stimulation of the cold air, her skin gradually warmed up. Jinghui's body gradually softened under Zhigang's caresses. Zhigang then caressed her inner thighs and gently tickled around her vulva, hoping to distract her from the muscle tension. He didn't know if his methods were effective, but Zhigang felt that the area around his penis seemed to loosen a little. He gently moved his penis again, and it did loosen a bit, but it still wouldn't come out. It felt like it was frozen in ice; now the ice had melted slightly, but it was still frozen solid. Knowing what was going on, he was no longer in a hurry and continued kissing Jinghui.

Jinghui gradually forgot her tension; as the spasms subsided, pleasure gradually emerged, making her even more relaxed, and the spasms completely disappeared. Zhigang also felt Jinghui's pleasure; his penis loosened, and he continued what he had been doing. However, knowing that Jinghui was unlikely to reach orgasm again today, and not daring to stay inside her for too long, he quickly ejaculated.

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