[Urban] The Romantic Encounters of a Working Boy (Complete) - 22-24

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Chapter 37 Zhichun, Zheng Ting, and Zhang

Cheng got up early, dressed, and left. As a secretary, he couldn't be late for work and had to arrive at the office before his boss. Zhihong felt a little unsatisfied; if they could do it again in the morning, it would be perfect. Chen You went back to his hometown with Daming to work on a project at

a neighboring village. Although it wouldn't be for long, Zhihong hadn't had a man for two months. Zhichun was even more without a man. She was divorced, and Zheng Ting had been "exiled" by Zhigang to work as a security guard at a migrant workers' home on the other side of the city; they hadn't seen each other for six months. She started to think about Zheng Ting's good points, feeling he was a real man, with backbone, far better than Dali. She genuinely believed that Zheng Ting would keep his word. Since she could live with Dali for so many years, why couldn't she marry Zheng Ting? Just because he won the opportunity through gambling and essentially forced her into sex with him? But apart from the first time, hadn't she cooperated and even enjoyed it every time?

Zhichun didn't like studying; her grades used to be among the bottom ten in her class. Zhihong enrolled her in the classes and even dragged her to them on weekends, so she had no choice but to learn. It was just accounting, right? She figured she might as well learn it. Once she got into it, she discovered that studying wasn't so boring after all; in fact, it was quite interesting. If only she had known this before, she wouldn't have hated school so much. It was like before she had sex with a man—she didn't know how pleasurable it was until she got married and experienced it, only to find it was completely different from what she imagined, and then she became obsessed.

But having never had a habit of studying since childhood, Zhichun, like many primary and secondary school students, needed a conducive learning environment to read. When she was alone at home, she couldn't think of reading at all, and couldn't concentrate on it; she was just too bored and preferred watching mindless TV programs. So every night she went to Zhihong's house, where she and Zhihong would each sit at one end of the table to read. After Chen You and Daming went back to the countryside, she simply stopped cooking dinner and went to her older sister's house for dinner after work, and then they would read together.

Zhihong was invited to dinner by Jiafang. After work, Zhichun, as usual, went to Zhihong's house; she had a key. She ate some noodles at Zhihong's and then sat down to read. Strangely, it felt like Zhihong's house was a classroom; there was an invisible pressure. She could only study there and dared not watch TV.

She did her homework for the day and then reviewed the "Principles of Accounting" chapter for this weekend's class. Looking at the clock, it was already 10 o'clock. Lost in her reading, time flew by. She didn't know when Zhihong would return. She packed up her books, went out, locked Zhihong's door, and turned around, bumping into someone. Startled, she called out ,

"Zhichun."

It was Zheng Ting. He hugged Zhichun tightly and kissed her lips. Zhichun leaned back, trying to stop him, saying, "Don't do this."

Zheng Ting stopped kissing her but still held her tightly, saying, "I missed you so much."

Zhichun said, "Keep your voice down, let go of me, we're outside."

Zheng Ting released Zhichun. Zhichun opened her door and went inside. Zheng Ting followed, closing the door behind him. He pulled Zhichun close and kissed her passionately. This time, Zhichun didn't resist, letting his tongue enter her mouth and actively sucking on it. After half a year apart, in that instant, Zhichun realized she had fallen in love with him.

Zhichun's proactive kiss and soft body language encouraged Zheng Ting. Before, Zhichun's cooperation had always been after Zheng Ting had entered her body; today, Zheng Ting knew he had won her heart.

Zhichun proactively helped Zheng Ting with his clothes and cooperated by letting him undress her. Zheng Ting lifted her up and placed her on the bed, admiring her beautiful body. She was slender, yet somewhat curvy, lacking the overly thin "bony" look of unmarried women, but possessing the allure of a mature woman that aroused men. Her breasts, still full and firm from breastfeeding, had darker areolas clearly tracing a circle on her snow-white breasts, supporting the nipples that had been sucked countless times by the baby, making men unable to resist the urge to suckle them. Zheng Ting bent down and took his penis into his mouth, sucking loudly. Zhi Chun was hurt by the sucking and laughed, saying, "Don't suck anymore, you can't get any milk."

Zheng Ting said, "Then I'll go somewhere else."

He went down and sucked the dew on the already opened flower bud. Zhi Chun had completely given herself up. She held Zheng Ting's head, which was buried deep between her legs, with both hands, letting his tongue gently glide from the flower bud to the petals, and then letting her lips pinch the petals one by one. She couldn't help but moan, each moan longer and higher than the last.

When Zheng Ting's jade pillar entered the flower heart, the flower had been open for a long time, extremely eager for the jade pillar to enter. Zhi Chun's orgasm came quickly. The flower bud and petals tightly wrapped around the jade pillar, then loosened as if burned, and immediately wrapped tightly again... For the first time, Zhi Chun completely disregarded everything and opened her throat, opened her body, and released all the energy of her life: "Ah—"

This time the foreplay was done well, and Zhi Chun's orgasm came quickly, so Zheng Ting did not ejaculate. This was the first time since he and Zhichun had been intimate. Zhichun's pleasure subsided, but she sensed something still inside, a faint, fluctuating pleasure emanating from within. She asked in surprise, "You're still inside?"

Zheng Ting proudly replied, "Yes, I'm still inside, here to make you happy again."

Zhichun cupped Zheng Ting's face and said, "I'm starting to like you."

"Really?"

Zheng Ting was overjoyed. "Will you marry me?"

"I will. But you and Zhigang have an agreement to wait until you get your diploma."

"I came here today to tell you something. I've taken the self-study exam for economics and management, and I've already passed two courses."

"Really? I heard that the self-study exam is the hardest of the five part-time universities. Its diploma is recognized in Western countries. Zhihong and I didn't dare apply, so we chose the Open University. How dare you apply?"

"I want to marry you, what's there to be afraid of? I think the self-study exam is the freest and simplest. You don't have to attend classes, you just study at home and take the exams on time."

"How many courses do you need to pass to get the diploma?"

"Seventeen or eighteen courses, I guess. I calculated it; there are exams twice a year, once in the first half and once in the second half. I'll register for three or four courses each time, and try to pass two or three. It'll take three to four years to get my bachelor's degree."

"Sigh."

Zhichun was calling Zheng Ting by name. Despite making love so many times, she had never called him by his name before, feeling embarrassed. "I think it's taking too long. I want to marry you sooner."

"If you're willing to marry me, the agreement we signed won't count. It just depends on whether your brother agrees."

"If he doesn't agree, we won't get married, but we can live together. What do you think?"

"We still need to get his approval. My workplace is too far away right now; we can't live together."

As he spoke, Zheng Ting continued to move inside Zhichun's vagina, stimulating her nerves and generating pleasure. Zhichun involuntarily swayed her hips in response as she spoke. Suddenly, the climax arrived unexpectedly. Zhichun couldn't help but shout loudly, knocking Zheng Ting down with a wave even more ferocious than before, causing him to lose everything, including his life…

Zhichun lovingly kissed Zheng Ting's angular face, saying, "Luckily you won me over, otherwise I wouldn't have this happiness today."

"Then you should thank Dali, it was he who lost you to me."

"Now I study a lot, and I also like to think about things. I think sometimes bad things can really turn into good things."

"Yes. If Dali hadn't lost you, he would still be that gambling Dali, and you would probably have spent your whole life with someone like that."

"I find it terrifying to think about it now. How could I spend my whole life with him? I don't understand why I didn't want a divorce back then."

"That shows you've improved. Zhichun, I understand your brother's good intentions now. He wants me to be successful so that you can be happy if you marry me."

"I know my brother means well. But I dare not imagine that I can get a college diploma, let alone that you can get a bachelor's degree."

“Your brother also made me who I am. Lately, I’ve been thinking that even if I don’t end up marrying you, I still have to thank him.”

Zheng Ting got out of bed and took two thick sheets of paper from his bag to show Zhichun: “Look, these are my exam qualification certificates.”

Zhichun sat up, took the two sheets of paper, and looked at them carefully. They were qualification certificates for two courses: “Basic Accounting” and “Western Economics.” She said, “With these two certificates, you’ll probably be even more motivated to study.”

“Yes,”

Zheng Ting said, “this is an affirmation of my hard work in the past period. It also gives me more confidence.”

“I should have enrolled in self-study exams too.”

“Oh,”

Zheng Ting joked happily, “You’re confident now that I have certificates? Weren’t you looking down on me?”

Zhichun laughed and said, “I’m not looking down on you now, you’re looking at me with new respect. How many migrant workers can do this? Who else would I marry if not you?”

Zheng Ting hugged Zhichun and kissed her on the lips.

Zhichun said, "You can sleep here tonight, I'm not leaving."

Zheng Ting pointed to the next room and asked, "What will your sister and brother-in-law do if they find out?"

"If they find out, I'll tell them we're getting married."

Zheng Ting happily closed his eyes and thought for a moment, then said, "That's great. But it's not possible."

"Why?"

Zhichun stared at Zheng Ting with her beautiful eyes, asking with some concern.

"I have an early shift tomorrow."

"Sigh!"

Zhichun sighed softly, "It's so late, how will you get home?"

"There's an all-night bus. I'll transfer twice, then walk a little further." "

But it won't be until dawn

, right?" "Yes, just in time for work.

" "Aren't you going to sleep?"

"No."

"Then you should hurry up and leave."

Zhichun pushed Zheng Ting off the bed, "Going home early means you can get some sleep."

Zheng Ting kissed Zhichun and said, "Can't I sleep here for a while?"

Zhichun said, "Of course. Just don't oversleep."

"Actually, I don't want to sleep. I want to have you again."

Zheng Ting said, and then pounced on Zhichun.

Zhichun giggled and playfully punched Zheng Ting, saying, "You're naughty."

Zhichun was leaving for work that morning when she ran into Zhihong, who had just returned. Zhichun asked, "You're only getting back now? Where did you spend the night?"

A radiant Zhihong replied, "At Jiafang's house. It's huge, four bedrooms and two living rooms."

"How big is that?"

"Over two hundred square meters."

"Take me to see it sometime."

Zhihong looked meaningfully at Zhichun's chest and said, "Sure. But you have to be open-minded."

"How open-minded?"

"Drinking and dancing with men. If you want, you can even sleep with men."

"I won't do that."

Zhichun blushed. She looked at Zhihong's rosy face and asked, "Did you sleep with a man last night?"

"No."

Zhihong's face also turned red. "I meant if you want, you can sleep with a man, it's not like you have to."

"I don't believe it."

Speaking of others, Zhihong became more relaxed, laughing, "Look at your happy face, you must have slept with a man."

Zhihong retorted, "Your face is flushed, like you've slept with a man. Was Zheng Ting here last night?"

Caught off guard by Zhihong's unintentional remark, Zhichun blushed again and quickly said, "I'm going to work."

Zhichun passed by Lanhua's office and heard Lanhua call her, "Zhichun."

She went in and asked, "What is it?"

"Zhichun, how have you been lately?" "

Still studying. Zhihong and I enrolled in the Open University."

"Zhichun, I need your help with something."

"What is it? Tell me."

"You see, Xiaocui's belly is getting bigger and bigger, she'll give birth in a few months, what will she do with all this work?"

"You've come to the wrong person."

Zhichun said with a smile, "I can't help."

"Then who do you think I should ask for help?"

Lanhua asked deliberately.

"Go find Zhigang."

"Zhigang is busier than me."

"Then find Guiling."

"Guiling is busier than me too."

"Then I don't know who to ask."

"Didn't I say I'd ask you?"

"Third Sister-in-law, I really can't help."

Lan Hua stopped joking with Zhi Chun and said, "Zhi Chun, I'm being serious. From today onwards, you'll learn from Xiao Cui, familiarize yourself with her work, and when she's in confinement, you'll temporarily take over her job."

Zhi Chun was a little anxious and said, "I really can't do this. You might as well ask Zhi Hong to manage it; she's better than me."

"I know Zhi Hong might be better than you, but I'm determined to have you do it."

"Third Sister-in-law, I'm afraid I won't do it well and it will affect you."

"Who says you can't do it? Tell me, when Xiao Cui and I first started, could we do it well? We were much less capable than you are now, and we still managed to get this far. I'm asking you, do you want to find another man to marry?"

Zhi Chun wondered if she knew about my relationship with Zheng Ting. "Why are you asking this?" she asked, puzzled.

"Do you want to settle down and buy a house in Shanghai like Zhigang and me?"

"I wouldn't dare dream of that."

"You should dare to dream. If you just do as I say, you can afford a house."

"Can I really do it?"

"Trust your sister-in-law's judgment. Zhichun, if I say you can, you definitely can."

"Then I'll give it a try."

"It's not a try, you have to believe in yourself."

"Okay. I'll listen to you."

Lan Hua smiled happily and said, "Come on, I'll take you to Xiao Cui."

They entered Xiao Cui's office. Xiao Cui tried to stand up, but Lan Hua quickly ran over and pressed her down: "Don't get up! It's so hard for you to get up. Xiao Cui, I'll have someone put a table in your office for Zhichun to sit on right away, so she can learn from you closely. You need to get her pretty good before she goes into postpartum confinement."

“Okay,”

Xiao Cui said to Zhi Chun. “It’s actually very simple. First, you need to be familiar with all aspects of the company. Once you’ve done that, you’ll be able to solve any problems you encounter. So, you only need to do one thing after you follow me: get familiar with the situation.”

Lan Hua said, “It’s easier said than done. Even if you follow Xiao Cui for several months, you might not be completely familiar with her. You’ll need to ask more questions and observe more to see how Xiao Cui handles problems. Xiao Cui, you two talk. I’ll go arrange the tables.”

Xiao Cui pointed to the chair opposite the desk and said, “Zhichun, sit down. I manage two main areas here: one is the migrant workers' accommodation, and the other is the catering in the neighboring village. Let’s talk about the migrant workers’ accommodation first. To put it simply, it’s like being a sub-landlord, renting out our converted factory buildings to migrant worker couples or temporary couples. We make a small profit from the difference, though it’s not a huge one. So how do we make money? We make a little from the services we provide. For example, we collect property management fees and then provide cleaning, security, water, and electricity services. To make money, we need to increase revenue and reduce expenditure, but our revenue is fixed, so the most important thing is to reduce expenditure. However, reducing expenditure doesn’t mean cutting employee wages or collecting property management fees without providing or providing less service; it means saving money as much as possible while providing the best possible service.”

Zhichun said, “I understand. It’s like managing a household.”

“Yes. It’s the same as living at home. As the general manager, I’m the head of the household, the one in charge. The catering industry in the neighboring village is a bit more complicated, involving franchising, management outsourcing, process supervision, and standardized operations, but it’s not difficult because the standards are readily available and there are people to implement them. As a manager, what I need to do is still what I just mentioned: increase revenue and reduce expenditure. It’s really just like

living at home.” “Xiaocui, now that you explain it, I understand. I thought corporate management was some kind of mysterious thing, but it’s actually just like living at home, only this home is much bigger and more complicated than that home, requiring more effort and more solutions.”

“By the way, Zhichun, you’re very smart.”

“It’s not that I’m smart. Xiao Cui, I think those teachers don’t know how to teach. If they explained it like you do, a simple analogy would make it clear. But in class, the teachers always use a bunch of nouns, which makes my head spin. Then they connect the relationships between the nouns with new words, which makes it even more confusing. If they did it like you, without using those words, just saying that this and that are mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, that and that are uncle and nephew, wouldn’t it all be clear?”

Xiao Cui couldn’t help but burst into laughter, patting her big belly with both hands, and said, “Zhi Chun, you’re so funny, you’re killing me. I’m only a junior high school student, and at first I was just as confused as you, and it took me a long time to figure it out. I’m not as good as you, you grasped the essence of the relationships so quickly. You can definitely do a good job, and you’ll do even better than me.”

Zhi Chun blushed and said with a smile, “I dare not think I can do better than you, as long as I can hold on until you come back after your postpartum period, everything will be fine.”

“Zhichun,”

Xiaocui said, “the company is developing very quickly, and what we need most right now is senior management. Having you learn from me isn't just to fill in for me for a while, and don't think it's to accommodate your relationship with Zhigang; it's for the company's needs—we're really short-staffed. So when I come back, there might be a new company waiting for you or me to take over.” Just then,

someone knocked on Xiaocui's open office door. Xiaocui said, “Come in.”

A young man walked in; it was Zhu Wenbin, the secretary of the catering company.

“Mr. Zhou, a franchise store in Nanjing reported that someone experienced stomach aches and diarrhea after eating a boxed meal from a neighboring store. They contacted our store, but it wasn't our store that provided the meal.”

Xiao Cui sat up straight and said, “Can you find out which store provided it?”

“The customer ordered the meal by phone; the phone number should be traceable.”

“Tell the manager of the Nanjing flagship store to investigate immediately and handle it properly. If it's one of our franchise stores, that store must compensate for the losses and immediately suspend operations for rectification. If it's a counterfeit franchise store, prepare to take legal action to eliminate it. This matter cannot be taken lightly. You go on a business trip immediately to assist them in handling it. If it's not handled well, you have full authority to handle it again. Remember to report to me promptly.”

“Okay.”

The young man left.

Xiao Cui said to Zhi Chun, "Since the Nanjing branch hasn't been established yet, some tasks are delegated to the manager of the first franchise store, so things aren't going very smoothly. Zhi Chun, this incident reveals several issues: First, we should establish a Nanjing branch as soon as possible to strengthen management; second, we should consider using a nationwide toll-free ordering number to make things easier for customers and also to help them identify counterfeit fast food restaurants, since their phone numbers aren't toll-free; third, if the meals were provided by a franchise store, it proves there's a problem with our oversight; we need to investigate the loopholes, strengthen oversight, and cooperate with the establishment of the branch; fourth, if the meals were provided by a counterfeit franchise store, it proves our efforts to combat counterfeits are insufficient and our methods ineffective; we must quickly come up with an effective plan to eliminate counterfeit franchise stores; fifth, this incident could be minor or major, so we need to prevent it from escalating, and if it does, we must have a crisis management contingency plan."

Zhi Chun asked, "What is crisis management?"

Xiao Cui said, "It's like farming; when the crops grow..." "The heading stage has begun, but suddenly a pest or disease is discovered, and there's no readily available pesticide to treat it, creating a crisis. At this point, you need to think of various ways to solve it, not only by addressing the pest or disease itself, but also by eliminating its adverse effects, such as low heading rate affecting yield. Furthermore, you need to ensure that similar problems don't occur again, or be prepared for similar problems in advance. This is crisis management."

Zhichun listened to Xiaocui's analysis and was deeply impressed, saying, "Xiaocui, you're amazing! If I were to think of anything, I wouldn't be able to come up with a single solution."

Xiaocui smiled and said, "You don't understand the situation at all right now, so of course you can't think of anything. Once you have a thorough understanding of everything inside and outside the company, you'll discover these problems, and you might even think of more than I have. Then you'll say to yourself: 'I'm actually quite capable myself.'"

Zhichun smiled and said, "I really hope that day comes."

Xiaocui said, "It definitely will. Let's take it one step at a time."

Two young men carried in a desk, and Xiaocui told them to place it at a right angle to the left of her desk. Just then, Zhigang said from the doorway, "Zhichun, come here for a moment."

Zhichun followed Zhigang to his office and sat down on the sofa. Zhigang asked, "Zheng Ting came over last night?"

Zhichun's heart tightened. How did he know? He must know that Zheng Ting had been with her for several hours. She blushed and lowered her head, remaining silent.

"Tell him not to climb over the wall again. I've already told the security guards to break his legs if they see him climbing over the wall."

Zhichun was a little anxious and said, "Don't tell the security guards to beat him up. I'll try my best to talk to him. But he probably won't listen to me and will climb over the wall again."

Zhigang smiled and said, "You admit he came over?"

Zhichun knew she couldn't hide it anymore and nodded.

"What did he say to you?"

Zhichun thought, how could she tell him those sweet words? So she said, "Nothing."

"Nothing? He didn't say he wanted to marry you, or how his diploma exams were going?"

"Right, he said he enrolled in a self-study exam for economics and management, and he's already passed two courses. He can get his bachelor's degree in three or four years."

"He actually took it seriously?"

"He signed a contract with you, how could he not take it seriously?"

"He doesn't need to take it seriously. He won't lose anything by breaching the contract. At worst, he won't marry you, and he can just go back to doing what he was doing."

"But he thinks not marrying me is the biggest loss."

"Oh, this guy has actually fallen for my second sister, and he's even actually going to take the diploma exams. Good. I admire him. I thought he was a gambler who would have thrown the agreement away and gone off to play mahjong somewhere."

"Hmph."

Zhichun rolled her eyes at Zhigang. "You underestimate me."

"Oh. Second sister is also siding with outsiders against her brother? Tell me, do you want me to help you?"

Zhichun rolled her eyes at Zhigang again: "You'd help me?"

"Look at you, you don't appreciate my kindness. I've been helping you all along, don't you know that?"

"I know you've been helping me, but you've gone too far."

"Am I ruthless? Wasn't it ruthless of me to lose to someone like Dali? Can you deal with a gambler like that without being ruthless? Even being ruthless might not be effective. To be honest, I just wanted to make Zheng Ting give up. He's already exceeded my expectations by going this far. I was hoping to be even ruthless and force him to get a master's degree, so you could marry a master's graduate, wouldn't that be great?"

"If you really want to help me, move him closer to you."

"That won't do. If he gets close to you so easily, he won't have the motivation to get a degree."

Zhichun thought that made sense. But she and Zheng Ting weren't young anymore; they couldn't wait as long as young people dated. She was too embarrassed to say it out loud.

Seeing Zhichun's face turn red and white, Zhigang thought that she was his older sister after all, and he couldn't embarrass her any further. So he said, "Second sister, to tell you the truth, I actually fell for Zheng Ting when I asked him to sign the agreement."

"Really?"

Zhichun was surprised.

“Of course, I was helpless against him. It’s precisely because I was helpless against him that I admire him. Think about it, I asked him how much money he wanted to stop harassing you, and he said no money; I had Chen You break his head, and he even told me to kill him, saying he’d marry you if I didn’t. What else could I do? Kill him? At most, I could break his legs, and I think he’d still come harassing you in a wheelchair. You can call him a scoundrel, but from another perspective, isn’t his spirit admirable? I’ve discovered a ruthlessness in him; he’s willing to risk his life for gambling, he’s willing to risk his life on the battlefield, and he’s equally willing to risk his life chasing women. What if he were to pursue a career? I feel he might achieve great things in the future.”

“What great things can he achieve? He’s over thirty and doesn’t even have a family.”

Zhichun’s tears were about to fall. She was happy, not expecting Zhigang to have such a high opinion of Zheng Ting; it seemed he wouldn’t object to her marrying Zheng Ting. She was also somewhat moved, not expecting Zheng Ting to have said those things to Zhigang; any woman would be willing to give herself to him after hearing that.

“Of course, achieving great things isn’t easy, so I’m having him get a diploma. For a migrant worker, getting a bachelor’s degree is much harder than starting a business. So, as long as he gets the diploma, you can rest assured and marry him; you definitely won’t go wrong.”

“But, by the time he gets the diploma, how old will we both be?”

Zhichun finally blurted out the words she had been hesitant to say.

This time, Zhigang didn't laugh at her. He said seriously, "Of course, we don't necessarily have to wait until he gets his diploma to get married. As long as he performs well, I can be more accommodating. For example, if he passes more than half of his subjects, or if he achieves some results, in short, if I'm at ease with him, then you can marry him."

"Okay. Then let's wait until he passes half of his subjects."

"Is it a deal?"

"Is it a deal."

"Second sister,"

Zhigang said with a mischievous smile, "You fell for my trick?"

"Fell for it?"

"You'll take over Xiaocui's job right away, and the migrant workers' home will be under your management. Then, where to transfer Zheng Ting will be a matter of just a word from you."

Zhichun suddenly realized, and punched Zhigang hard, saying, "You're still so bad. I'm going to talk to Dad."

Zhigang was the youngest in the family and the only boy, so he was spoiled from a young age and often bullied his two older sisters. His mother doted on Zhigang the most, while his father was relatively stricter, so his two older sisters often complained to their father after being bullied by him. Today, Zhichun accidentally said something from when they were children.

“However,”

Zhichun said thoughtfully, “since he asked me to manage the migrant workers’ home, I can’t let him get away with it so easily. I’ll just let him stay there.”

“You see,”

Zhigang said, “different positions lead to different ways of thinking.”

Chapter 38 Zhigang Injured

Zhichun’s situation had this outcome, which relieved Zhigang. He knew his two older sisters well. His eldest sister, Zhihong, wouldn’t suffer losses outside, and at home, her husband, Chen You, was a kind man who wouldn’t let Zhihong be taken advantage of. His second sister, Zhichun, however, hadn’t married a good man. She hadn’t had a good life with Dali all these years, and outside, she only suffered losses and never gained the upper hand. He thought that if he hadn’t misjudged Zheng Ting, his second sister wouldn’t have made a mistake marrying him.

Zhigang and Li Qing went to the hospital to visit Wang Daiju. Wang Dailan saw Zhigang at the ward door and thanked him profusely, almost kneeling down on the spot. This made Zhigang feel embarrassed, saying, "Don't do that. We're all from the same hometown; it's only right that I do it."

Dailan accompanied Zhigang and Li Qing into the ward. There were four beds inside, and Wang Daiju's bed was at the far end by the window. She was still unable to move, and when she saw Zhigang and Li Qing, she could only turn her head towards them. Dailan introduced her, "Daiju, this is Mr. Feng, who saved you."

Tears immediately welled up in Daiju's eyes, and she said softly, "Thank you, Mr. Feng,"

before she could finish. Dailan took a towel and wiped away her tears.

Dailan said to Zhigang, "Daiju told me as soon as she could speak that she wanted to thank you after she recovered. Seeing her today moved her even more."

Zhigang said, "No need for thanks. We're from the same hometown, and it's not easy to earn money in Shanghai, so we should help each other. If we were in the same position, you would have helped me too."

Zhigang then asked Dailan, "How is she now?"

Dailan said, "She's basically stable. She had a concussion, and initially there was slight internal bleeding, but the doctor said it has been absorbed and there shouldn't be any major problems. All the ribs on her left side were broken, and two ribs on her right side were broken, but they've all been set. Her internal organs are fine; they weren't injured." "

Won't there be any aftereffects?"

"The doctor said that as long as her head is okay, there won't be any problems elsewhere."

Zhigang said to Daiju on the bed, "Just focus on recovering and don't worry about anything else. If you have any difficulties, ask your sister to contact me. After you recover, don't be a nanny anymore; come work at my company."

Daiju's tears flowed continuously again, soaking her pillowcase. Zhigang, Li Qing, and the two sisters said goodbye and left the hospital. Zhigang asked, "Where are you going now?"

Li Qing said, "I don't want to go anywhere."

"Then what are we going to do?"

Li Qing nestled against Zhigang's shoulder, her soft breasts pressed against his shoulder, and whispered in his ear, "I want three orgasms at once."

Zhigang's little brother immediately reacted. He led Li Qing by the hand into a roadside hotel.

When Zhigang came out after showering, Li Qing was already covered with a bath towel, lying on the bed waiting for him. Zhigang's first time with Li Qing on the island was in the dark. Although they did it again in the morning, he hadn't really appreciated her breasts. He lifted a corner of the bath towel, revealing two breasts like two snow-covered hills, each topped with a small brown opening like a hot spring vent melting from the ice. Zhigang gently licked each of the two hot spring vents with the tip of his tongue. He lifted the bath towel a little more, revealing a flat, snow-covered abdomen that rose and fell with her breath. At the base of her legs, the path suddenly dropped, revealing a cliff covered with thorns, and deep in the grass, a narrow cave rising vertically, its entrance curling outwards on both sides. A clear liquid seeped from the upper center of the opening, dripping down the vertical crevice one drop after another. Zhigang removed all the towels, his tongue probing the opening, where it was smooth and warm, the soft stamens moving like tongues to meet his. Suddenly, the flower's heart opened, a gush of water flowing into Zhigang's mouth, which he swallowed whole, wondering why so much water came out. He looked at the flower, its mouth open like a hungry baby waiting to suckle its mother's nipple, and he followed the trend, inserting his hard penis, letting it bite down, sucking like a baby nursing.

"Ah!"

Zhigang cried out before Li Qing, his little brother being suckled with unparalleled pleasure by the closed flower. Li Qing also began to moan, first as thin as a spider's thread, gradually becoming as melodious and graceful as the sound of a zither. Her first orgasm gushed out like a zither string pulling open a cork.

Zhigang effortlessly withstood the first wave. Li Qing felt the lingering pleasure from the cave still faintly emanating from her.

"Zhigang."

"Hmm."

"I broke up with my boyfriend."

"Why?"

"After coming back from the desert island, sex with him just wasn't fun anymore."

"You want me to be your boyfriend who won't get married?"

"Whether we get married or not is up to you. I just want to have sex with you."

"Welcome."

"What if you marry someone else later?"

"You'll still be my girlfriend."

"Then why don't you marry me?"

"I don't know. I'm just following my feelings. Whether we get married or not, and who we marry, is up to fate."

"It would be so wonderful to marry you."

"Not necessarily. Marriage is the fusion of two souls, and with that comes the mundane life. I think the mundane details of daily life are tests of two lovers' hearts. If they aren't truly connected, they can't bear the burdens of life. So the beauty of marriage lies in enjoying the mundane aspects of life. Two sexual partners can only enjoy physical pleasure, but can't share the burdens of life."

"You mean we can only be sexual partners?"

"I don't know. Don't ask me. If one day I want to marry someone, my heart will receive the notification."

Zhigang, controlling the source of pleasure for the woman beneath him, knew her second wave was coming, and continued to probe deeper. Li Qing shouted loudly, releasing her joy.

Zhigang met Li Qing's third wave with his strong and powerful counterattack. The two waves collided head-on, shattering into pieces, sending spray flying into the sky and overflowing onto the ground.

Li Qing happily hugged Zhigang and asked, "Zhigang, none of my ex-boyfriends were as good as you. At most, they could give me one orgasm." "

Actually, they could too."

"How?"

"I can't tell you. If I do, you won't have sex with me anymore." "You

bad boy!"

Li Qing punched Zhigang's chest with both hands. "Tell me, and I'll promise to be your girlfriend again."

Zhigang kissed Li Qing's cheek and said, "I'm not that petty. I'll tell you, it's simple: after each time you have sex, tell your boyfriend you're amazing."

"That's it?"

"It works. It's very effective."

"You're lying."

"I'm not lying. Really. Of course, there are physical differences between men, but not as big as you think. If your boyfriend still can't do it after doing this, then he really can't, and you should consider changing boyfriends."

"Sex isn't the only purpose of dating and marriage. As you said, it's about two people experiencing the pleasures of everyday life."

"I don't care if you get married or not, as long as you say this when you have sex with a man, it's guaranteed to work."

Li Qing sat up and said, "I have to go."

"Is there anything else?"

"There's a case that goes to court at three this afternoon."

Li Qing hurriedly left. Zhigang checked out of the room and drove back to the company. Chun'er was sitting in his chair, surfing the internet on her computer.

"Chun'er, when did you get here?"

Chun'er looked up: "I've been here for a while. They said you went to the hospital to see a patient and would be back soon, why did it take so long?"

Zhigang sat down on the sofa and said, "Traffic jam. What else could it be?"

"Of course there could be other reasons. Like going to a hotel with a woman."

"How did you know I went to a hotel? You're so smart. Are you jealous?"

"I'm jealous."

Chun'er ran over and sat on Zhigang's lap, "You haven't been intimate with me for a long time."

"That's not my fault. It's because you haven't come for a long time."

"Do you know why I haven't come for a long time?"

"I know. You're in a relationship."

"How did you know?"

"Besides being in a relationship, what other way can I make you not think about me?"

Chun'er straddled Zhigang's lap facing him and said, "Do you want to know who I'm dating?"

"Yes. Tell me."

"My vocal coach." "

Vocal coach? How old is he?"

"Over forty."

"Forty-something?"

"Forty-eight."

"That old? Almost thirty years older than you."

"I like him."

"What do you like about him?"

"I admire him."

"What do you admire about him?"

"I don't know. I just like being with him, listening to him talk, listening to him sing."

"Did you sleep with him?"

"What do you think?"

"You definitely slept with him a long time ago."

"So clever."

"Then why did you come here today?"

"I missed you. Zhigang, you're the first person I wanted to marry, and he's the second. Of course I'd miss you."

"I'm tired today."

Zhigang had just made love with Li Qing and didn't want to do it again.

"Zhigang,"

Chun'er pressed her breasts tightly against Zhigang's head, "I want you."

Those firm, full breasts were right in front of him, just like Jing'er's, and Zhigang could smell Chun'er's faint fragrance. He wanted it.

Chun'er pulled Zhigang's hands and said, "Come on, let's go to my dorm."

Zhigang had no choice but to follow her. Her dorm was Jing'er's dorm. As soon as Chun'er took off her clothes, she said, "Brother Zhigang, I've learned several new positions now, let's try them."

Zhigang said, "What's the point of so many positions? The traditional position is the best. No position is as satisfying as giving you three orgasms."

Zhigang then used a position to impale Chun'er, giving her three orgasms. Actually, Zhigang could still go on, but he felt that they were both satisfied and didn't need to do anything more.

Chun'er said, "Brother Zhigang, after I get married, if he gets old and can't do it anymore, I'll find you."

"Who told you to marry him? That's your own fault."

"I'm willing. Who told you not to marry me?"

Zhigang looked at his watch and said, "It's almost time to eat, my treat. Let me introduce you to my two older sisters."

"I also want to go to a karaoke bar."

"You can sing at a club, why go there?"

"I like singing at karaoke bars, there's a great atmosphere there."

Zhigang invited Guiling and Lanhua to join them. Zhihong and Zhichun took a liking to Chun'er as soon as they saw her. Zhihong hugged Chun'er and said, "I heard that your sister's name is Jing'er. She almost married Zhigang. You look just like her?"

Lanhua said, "If Jing'er weren't a little shorter, you would look exactly like she was made from the same mold."

Zhihong said, "How did your parents manage to give birth to two such beauties?"

Lanhua said, "She has another one at home, in junior high school, almost ready to succeed."

Zhihong said, "Zhigang, why don't you marry Chun'er? Your parents will definitely like her."

Seeing Zhigang remain silent, Zhihong asked Chun'er, "Are you willing?"

Chun'er's eyes reddened, and tears streamed down her face: "He doesn't want to marry me."

"Alright, alright. Don't cry, don't cry,"

Zhihong comforted Chun'er. "Zhigang bullies even his two older sisters at home, no wonder he bullies you."

Guiling smoothed things over, saying, "The food is served, let's start drinking. Chun'er wants to sing after dinner, right? We'll all go with you."

"Okay!"

Chun'er, her tears still wet on her face, happily started drinking.

Zhihong dared not go to the karaoke bar again, afraid of seeing Dali. Dali must have seen her last time, and she felt guilty. She whispered to Zhichun, "Zhichun and I won't go to karaoke. We have homework tonight."

Zhigang said, "It's good that you don't want to go. Exams are more important."

Lanhua said, "Zhigang, how come you treat your two older sisters like older brothers? No matter how important studying is, can't you even play a little?"

Zhigang laughed and said, "You're wronging me. They didn't want to go, it's not that I wouldn't let them."

After dinner, when they arrived at Langchao KTV, Dapeng had already prepared a private room. Weiqiang had a company dinner that evening, so he didn't attend dinner, but he came over after it was over. Chun'er was a karaoke hog; once she picked up the microphone, she didn't want to put it down, singing one song after another. Fortunately, she was a professional and sang well; even the guests in other private rooms would occasionally peek inside to see who was singing.

Weiqiang and Guiling danced, and Lanhua also pulled Zhigang to dance, both of them doing close-up dances. Lan Hua hugged Zhi Gang's lower back and whispered in his ear, "You're all in pairs, and I'm all alone."

"Aren't we a couple?"

"Hmph. You and Chun'er are a couple today."

Zhi Gang tightened his grip on Lan Hua and said, "Are you envious of Gui Ling?"

"Who isn't? She even told me: 'One true friend is enough in life.' She's clearly just trying to annoy me."

"She didn't steal your man, so why are you annoyed?"

"She has a true friend, I don't. She's showing off in front of me, isn't that just to annoy me?"

"You're so magnanimous? True friends are hard to find. Look at me, I haven't found one either."

"What kind of true friend do you need? So many women are surrounding you, you're too busy to handle them all."

"That's a different matter. Besides, even if I had a hundred women, they wouldn't be as good as one true friend."

At this moment, three or four men rushed in. One of them grabbed Chun'er and tried to pull her out. Chun'er struggled and resisted, and the man slapped her across the face, causing her to fall to the ground. By the time Zhi Gang reacted, Chun'er had been kicked several times on the ground. Zhigang rushed over, pulled away the man closest to Chun'er, and stood in front of her. At that moment, Weiqiang also rushed over, grabbed another man's arm, and demanded sharply, "What are you doing?"

The man whose arm was grabbed didn't speak, but punched Weiqiang in the face with his other hand, drawing blood from Weiqiang's eye. Weiqiang retaliated, and the two started fighting. Zhigang also started fighting with another man. Lanhua blocked a third man, who hesitated to attack the woman. Guiling seized the opportunity to pull Chun'er up and run away.

The man facing Lanhua finally made his decision, shoving her aside and then helping to kick Zhigang. A fourth man rushed up to attack Weiqiang. It was now two against one, and Zhigang and Weiqiang could only cover their heads and take the blows. Lanhua rushed up and punched and kicked a man from behind, but a woman's strength is limited. The man ignored her, and annoyed by her attacks, he kicked Lanhua in the stomach, sending her crashing to the floor in front of the sofa.

At this moment, Dali rushed in with his men, grabbed the assailants, and stopped the fight. Zhigang and Weiqiang were already lying on the ground, unable to get up. Guiling

pulled Chun'er outside to protect her and then dialed 110. When the police entered, the four men were trying to run away. Guiling shouted, "It's those four!"

The police took the four men away and told Guiling and Chun'er to give their statements as well. Dali and his men took Zhigang and Weiqiang to the hospital. Lanhua also went to the hospital for a checkup. Two policemen accompanied them, and on the way, they questioned them about the incident. Lanhua recounted what had happened. Zhigang was the most severely injured and was unconscious. Weiqiang was still conscious and also told the police what had happened.

After the hospital examination, Weiqiang was found to have only suffered some superficial injuries and no internal injuries; he only needed to be hospitalized for observation. Lanhua was fine. Only Zhigang was the most seriously injured and needed surgery. Hu Keming personally performed surgery on Zhigang and found that two of his ribs had been broken by a pointed leather shoe, one of which was broken into several pieces. When Zhigang woke up, the first thing he saw was Chun'er, sitting on the edge of the bed wiping away tears.

Chun'er judged that the four men were sent by Ma Xinghua. Ma Xinghua was a fourth-year student majoring in command, two years older than Chun'er. Ma Xinghua had taken a liking to Chun'er when she was a freshman, waiting for her outside her dormitory every day, but Chun'er didn't reciprocate his feelings. After Chun'er lost her virginity to Zhigang, her attitude towards Ma Xinghua softened; they went shopping and ate together. Finally, one day, Chun'er agreed to go to a hotel with him, and they had sex in a hotel. It was his first time, but Chun'er was clearly more experienced than him. Moreover, Chun'er explicitly told him that she wouldn't marry him; they were just sex partners. But Ma Xinghua fell in love with Chun'er and desperately wanted to marry her. He believed that their relationship would deepen over time, and Chun'er would eventually agree to marry him. Chun'er

also had other suitors, and at least two male classmates frequently went out with her alone. Ma Xinghua knew all this, and although he was jealous, he was helpless because Chun'er didn't care about his feelings at all. Ma Xinghua also felt a sense of pride, as Chun'er treated those two male classmates no better than she treated him. He had even mentally prepared himself that if Chun'er married him in the future, he would turn a blind eye to her having other men, as long as it didn't embarrass him too much, and any children she bore would be his. He understood Chun'er and knew that no matter who she married, she would still have other men. However, Chun'er suddenly stopped talking to him. No matter what he asked her to do, she would refuse and said she didn't want to see him anymore. He followed her and discovered that Chun'er was still seeing several other male classmates. Once, he even saw Chun'er check into a hotel with a male classmate. This hurt his pride.

The whole school knew that Chun'er was dating the vocal music professor, Gu Chenxi, and that Chun'er had pursued Gu Chenxi. The dashing and talented Gu Chenxi, although over forty, looked only in his thirties, with a youthful mindset, and he mingled with the students without any barriers. From the time he graduated and stayed on as a teacher, he was an idol to the female students. Later, he married a student and had a daughter. The daughter was Chun'er's senior in the vocal music department, five years ahead of Chun'er, and is now a well-known singer. Gu Chenxi divorced last year, immediately becoming the focus of female students' attention. Chun'er initially didn't want to join in the fun, but she realized she was truly in love with Gu Chenxi, so she launched her attack without hesitation. Gu Chenxi, a seasoned professor who had taught female students for many years, couldn't resist Chun'er's offensive and quickly surrendered. As a result, Gu Chenxi offended a large number of male students, while Chun'er offended a large number of female students. It wouldn't be surprising if either of them got into trouble; such things happen frequently in art schools.

That day, a male student warned Chun'er that someone was inquiring about her whereabouts and told her to be careful. Chun'er was frightened and ran to Zhigang's office, not daring to tell him the truth. She thought they couldn't find her, but unexpectedly, they followed her all the way to a karaoke bar, causing Zhigang to get into trouble.

The four people were taken to the police station, where they confessed after a brief interrogation. To Chun'er's even greater surprise, it wasn't Ma Xinghua who instigated them, but Gu Chenxi's daughter, Gu Ya.

Gu Ya was taken to the police station and confessed without questioning that she had ordered the attack. The reason was simple: she didn't want her father to marry a woman younger than herself; she hoped her father and mother would remarry.

Before this incident, Chun'er had a life of ease and freedom, but after it, she found that everything was beyond her expectations. What she especially didn't expect was that Gu Chenxi seemed afraid and refused to see her several times. Chun'er seemed to be beginning to understand that some things a girl's youth, beauty, and cuteness couldn't solve.

Zhigang was discharged from the hospital and stayed in a guest room on the second floor of the Lincun Clubhouse. He was single anyway, so it didn't matter where he stayed, but this place was much more convenient than an apartment. He didn't even need a personal caregiver; a phone call would bring the staff up, and they would provide everything he needed.

However, Guiling still arranged for someone to come and keep him company every day. He couldn't move yet, only lie down, needed to be fed, and needed help with toileting, so the person accompanying him had to be someone who could see him. Fortunately, he had no shortage of such people around him. Guiling, Lanhua, and Chun'er spent the most time with him, and Shen Qiong, Beibei, Xia Qing, and Li Qing also came to keep him company whenever they had time.

Xinyi made a special trip to Shanghai to see Zhigang. Tears streaming down her face, she said, "Zhigang, let's get married. I'll take care of you."

Zhigang replied, "Let's talk about it when I'm better. But even if we get married, you won't be able to take care of me. You still have to go to the base. It can't do without you there."

Perhaps it was because he had been lying in the hospital for so many days that his feelings changed. Xinyi's suggestion suddenly made Zhigang want to get married. He thought that besides Jing'er, Xinyi was the person he most wanted to marry. He would get married once he recovered, have Xinyi have a child, and make his parents happy.

Seeing that Zhigang remained silent, Xinyi asked, "What are you thinking about?"

Zhigang said, "I need to urinate."

Xinyi took the spittoon, placed it under Zhigang's penis, and then covered him with the blanket. After a while, when she couldn't hear anything, Xinyi asked, "You didn't need to urinate?"

Zhigang smiled and said, "Yes. But I can't pee."

"Why can't you pee?"

Xinyi asked curiously, then lifted the blanket, and she laughed too. It turned out that Zhigang's penis was hard as a thick stick, so of course he couldn't urinate. Xinyi grabbed it and said, "If you can't pee, I'll make you ejaculate."

"Don't move,"

Zhigang said, "It hurts if you move too much."

Xinyi said, "You're too lecherous, even like this you're still not behaving."

Zhigang said, "I only broke a rib, I have no other problems. I haven't had sex for so many days, of course I want to."

Xinyi said, "I want to too. I was thinking of coming back sometime to do it with you, but I didn't expect to come back to see your injury."

Zhigang said, "When I'm healed, I'll marry you. We'll do it every day."

"Really?"

Xinyi was a little incredulous.

"Really. Actually, I was just thinking about marriage."

Xinyi leaned down and kissed Zhigang's lips, saying, "I'm looking forward to it."

Xinyi went back the next day; the construction project there was in full swing, and he couldn't leave her.

Another half month passed, and Zhigang was able to get out of bed and walk, and could take care of himself, but he couldn't do strenuous activities, and could only sleep lying down, not on his side. Guiling accompanied him that day. Zhigang asked her, "Guiling, how long has it been since you and I last had sex?"

Guiling looked at him with her seductive eyes and said, "It's been a long time since we last had sex. Do you want a woman?"

"I've been injured for over a month, of course I want a woman. It's a pity I can't have sex yet.

" "I'll give you sex. " "

No. I want you to have sex with me."

"You can't do it now."

"I can. Think about it, haven't we done it before?"

Guiling remembered that once in the car, Zhigang asked her to ride on top of him. She said, "Then let me try?"

Guiling pulled down Zhigang's pants, and his penis was already as erect as a tree trunk. Guiling rode on top, aligned her vagina with the tree trunk, and slowly sat down. It went in smoothly. Guiling asked, "Does it hurt?"

"No. As long as I don't do strenuous exercise, it won't hurt."

Guiling moved up and down in a squatting position. This position was easy to get tired of, so she sat down to rest, letting Zhigang's penis reach all the way to the back of her uterus. She unexpectedly felt a pleasure she had never experienced before. She thought, no wonder Yuqin liked this position, it really does have its unique pleasure.

Zhigang couldn't make any big movements, so he had to rely entirely on Guiling for the action. Soon, Guiling reached her climax, moving rapidly up and down, her breasts bobbing up and down, feeling herself melt. Zhigang also melted at the opportune moment.

Guiling slumped onto the bed, saying, "I'm exhausted. Tomorrow I'll have Yuqin deal with you; that's her forte."

Zhigang asked, "Is Weiqiang fully recovered?"

"He only had superficial injuries; he's healed long ago."

"He won't mind if you and I had sex today, will he?"

"Of course not. I said I wouldn't refuse if you wanted it."

"But I want you to come to me first. Just like the first time you seduced me."

Guiling looked at him seductively, saying, "Emotionally, I might be closer to Weiqiang, but physically, you'll always be what I want most." (

Chapter 39, 02-12

) The next day, Guiling really did call Yuqin, but only told her to come and keep Zhigang company.

Since giving birth, Yuqin had been less active and hadn't seen Zhigang for several months. Zhigang clearly sensed that Yuqin's haughty and aggressive air had diminished considerably, replaced by the charm of a young woman and the tranquility of a mother. Her once slender but somewhat thin figure had become

more shapely and harmonious. Her face, too, had softened; before, her lack of flesh, though beautiful, gave the impression of a cold, shrewd, and formidable character. Now, with a bit more fat, her lines were gentler, conveying a more elegant, composed, and approachable aura.

Zhigang understood Guiling's purpose in summoning her and asked, "Yuqin, how long has it been since we last had sex?"

Yuqin replied, "I can't remember. It's been years, really."

Their physical relationship had always been like this: they wanted to have sex when they were together, and forgot about it when they weren't. They never sought each other out for sex. Because neither lacked sexual partners, their feelings for each other remained purely appreciative, lacking any real romantic connection.

Zhigang asked, "Do you know why Guiling called you here?"

"Wasn't it to keep you company?"

"How?"

"How else? You can't possibly do *that*, can you?"

"Yes. Use your strengths, just like when we have sex in the car."

Yuqin's eyes gleamed, her desire clearly aroused: "Are you up to it?"

"Of course. I already tried yesterday."

Yuqin reverted to the familiar style of the white-collar woman Zhigang knew, straddling him, her vagina enveloping his erect penis, moving up and down, her breasts bobbing like white sacks. Her rhythm was faster and more powerful than Guiling's; she was indeed an expert. The dolphin-like high

notes pierced the air again, and Zhigang was transported back to his early days in Shanghai, when this white-collar woman had shown him the true nature and passion of a woman. He unleashed his own wildness, colliding with this woman's wildness to create a dazzling spark.

Having been bedridden for over a month, he naturally couldn't attend the EMBA class at the accounting school. Most of his classmates had visited him, but Zhigang hadn't expected Linli to come too.

Linli herself hadn't been to class for several weeks. When she didn't see Zhigang in class this time, she asked her classmates and found out that he was injured. So she gave up her afternoon class to come and see Zhigang.

Seeing Linli's beautiful face appear at the door, Zhigang was unexpectedly delighted. Looking at Linli's heaving breasts, he said, "Looks like you still don't have another man."

"How could I dare? Having you is already a luxury."

"Do you want to do it now?"

"Can you do it?"

"Yes. You sit on top."

Linli glanced at the door, went over and locked it, then drew the curtains, saying, "I'm here as your personal friend. Nobody here knows who I am, so I'll just let loose."

She pulled back Zhigang's blanket; his penis was already erect. She took out his penis and put it in her mouth, like a hot, thirsty girl sucking on a creamy ice cream. She straddled him, gently lowering herself, letting her vagina envelop his penis, then sitting down completely, experiencing a depth she had never reached before and a unique pleasure. She rose and fell, her breasts bobbing up and down like a jade flute, her beautiful face hidden when her breasts rose and revealed when they fell, like a flower appearing and disappearing before Zhigang's eyes. Just as she reached her climax, Zhigang felt her labia spasm, remaining tight for a long time, squeezing his penis so tightly that there was no space left. She didn't move, just sat on top of him, pressing firmly against the base of his penis. Then, suddenly, her labia opened, and a large amount of fluid gushed out, flowing over Zhigang's body and soaking a large patch of the sheets. Then she moved up and down rapidly, the opening and closing of her labia rhythmically causing his penis to open the floodgates of life.

Linli fell asleep panting beside Zhigang, letting him massage her breasts with one hand and kissing his lips. Then, with infinite tenderness, she buried Zhigang's head in her chest, letting him lick the deep valley between her breasts.

"Zhigang, you really don't know how much I want you."

Zhigang truly found it difficult to understand her repressed and twisted desires and emotions. Although Zhigang also had many unsatisfactory things, such as having no women when he wanted them and having too many when he didn't want them, he was not lacking in women or desire. Linli, on the other hand, could hardly hope for a satisfying physical and emotional release. She was not as happy as a peasant woman who stayed by her husband's side.

Linli continued to pour out her heart, suggesting that such a confidant and opportunity were luxuries for her: "Every day I wear a mask, maintain a facade, attend so-called important occasions and meetings, and say the same endless platitudes, all I want is a little bit of real sex, but I can't have it. Sometimes, even sitting on the stage, I have to suppress the intense urge to touch my own genitals. I only touch them briefly when I'm in the bathroom, and I don't dare do it for too long. Sometimes, when I'm not on the stage, I dare to secretly cross my legs and gently sway them in my seat, just to let my labia rub against each other and get a little pleasure."

Zhigang remembered that he had brought a lot of sex toys to the countryside for Xinyi and the others, so he asked, "You can use sex toys, right?"

"I can't use them. No matter where I put them, even if I lock them up at home, people might find out. If people find out about this, it's almost the same as me having a man outside; it will ruin my political future."

"Is your political future that important?"

"It's not important to me anymore, but once you reach a certain position, you're no longer in control of your own

destiny. You're pushed forward, and there's no turning back. Think about it, even if I weren't an official now, could I be an ordinary citizen?" "I think not. Neither your mindset, your habits, nor how others see you will make you an ordinary person."

"Yes. If I retire and want to find a boyfriend, I'll still be the subject of attention, rumors, and criticism. Even if I ignore it, I'll always feel like I'm under the spotlight, unable to live a peaceful life."

"So, you're caught in a dilemma, unable to move forward or backward, so you have no choice but to move forward."

"Yes."

Zhigang kissed Linli's eyes, nose, and lips, saying with pity, "Poor Linli, I want to cherish you and love you."

Linli played with her little brother, which stood up proudly again. Linli straddled him and said, "I want more."

"Aren't you tired?"

"This is a rare opportunity. I'm not afraid of getting tired."

Linli sat down and began to happily rise and fall again. This time, Zhigang lasted a long time; Linli's climax had passed, but he still hadn't ejaculated. Zhigang said, "Stop, don't do it anymore."

Linli said, "No, you haven't come yet."

"I know you can't hold on any longer."

"It'll be painful if you don't come."

"Why don't you give me a handjob?"

Linli hesitated for a moment and said, "Okay. I've never given a man a handjob before."

Linli used her small hands to work for a long time before finally getting Zhigang to ejaculate. Her hands and arms were also very sore from exhaustion.

As soon as Linli left, Lanhua came in with Wang Dailan and said, "Zhigang, Dailan has come to see you."

Lanhua was accompanying Zhigang today; she had discreetly slipped away when Linli came in.

To save money, Wang Daiju had been discharged from the hospital, and Zhigang asked Xiaocui to arrange a free apartment for her and her sister at the migrant workers' home. Dailan said with tears in her eyes, "Mr. Feng, I didn't expect you to be injured too. You should have asked me to come and take care of you."

"No need,"

Zhigang said with a smile, "You've been working hard enough taking care of your sister, how could I ask you to take care of me? Is Daiju feeling better?"

"Much better. She just can't get out of bed yet. She heard you were injured too and insisted on coming to visit you, but I stopped her."

"Right, we can't let her move around too early, it's not good for her recovery. Tell her I'm fine and don't need to come see me."

"Mr. Feng,"

Dailan said somewhat embarrassedly, "I feel so bad for causing you so much trouble, and for not charging for the accommodation. Now that Daiju can take care of herself, she doesn't need me to take care of her every day. Do you think you could arrange a job for me, and I can earn money to pay your rent?"

Zhigang said, "Until Daiju is fully recovered and can work, I won't charge rent. If you can spare the time, I can arrange a job. It's really not good to just sit around and do nothing."

"Thank you, Mr. Feng."

“Dailan, don’t call me General Manager Feng anymore. We’re all from the same village. Even your aunt Cunmei calls me Zhigang, so you should call me that too.”

“How could I?”

“What’s there to be embarrassed about? You’ll get used to it after a while.”

Zhigang said to Lanhua, “You can arrange things regarding work.”

“Okay.”

Wang Dailan left. Lanhua asked, “Who was that pretty woman just now?”

“She’s a high-ranking official.”

“A high-ranking official? Did she ride you just now?”

Zhigang smiled, which was tantamount to admitting it. Lanhua had spent the most time with Zhigang these past few days, and they had been intimate the most, only comparable to the time when Zhigang first came and they cooked together. Lanhua hadn’t had another man for a long time, spending all her time with her third brother. They were too familiar with each other, and there was basically no passion;

intimacy was just a routine. She used to have wife-swapping games with Guiling and Jiafang, but after Dazhi’s injury, his recovery wasn’t very good, so the games naturally stopped. Although Lanhua wasn’t as sexually active as Guiling, she was at the age where she was very lustful.

Zhigang felt he had neglected his third sister-in-law recently and wanted to spend more time with her.

Gu Ya, the instigator of the attack, was detained for 10 days. Zhi Gang did not file a lawsuit or demand any compensation. Gu Ya originally intended to teach Chun'er a lesson, having no connection to Zhi Gang, but she ended up beating him so badly. Feeling guilty, she and her father, Gu Chenxi, visited Zhi Gang several times, offering compensation, which Zhi Gang refused. Gu Chenxi was indeed charming and elegant; no wonder the female students were so fond of him. Gu Ya inherited Gu Chenxi's best features—slender and sexy, with a classic beauty—but her aloof and cold demeanor made her unapproachable.

After Zhi Gang recovered, Gu Ya called him several times to invite him to dinner to express her apology. Zhi Gang felt he should give her face and accepted the invitation, but he insisted on bringing Chun'er along, saying that if they were going to communicate, they should be thorough and clear things up so everyone could resolve their differences.

Gu Ya booked a hotel near the school. Chun'er said she was afraid to go, afraid of seeing the father and daughter, so Zhigang drove to the student dormitory to pick her up and take her with him. After getting in the car, Zhigang said, "What are you afraid of? All the fault lies with Gu Ya, you did nothing wrong, so you should go with confidence."

"I didn't do anything wrong?"

Chun'er asked doubtfully, "Why do I feel like I did something shameful?"

"That's because you're guilty. Gu Chenxi is already divorced, your relationship with him is perfectly legitimate, there's no problem at all."

Chun'er felt a little more at ease. When they entered the hotel, she still held onto Zhigang's clothes and followed him into the room, her head down, not daring to speak.

Gu Chenxi and Gu Ya were both waiting. Gu Ya shook hands with Zhigang, and then with Chun'er, saying, "Chun'er, I went here because of you. My dad has already criticized me, it was my fault."

Chun'er's eyes reddened, and tears fell. Gu Ya quickly grabbed some tissues to wipe away her tears, saying, "I'm sorry, I've made you suffer."

Gu Chenxi said, "I was just being overly protective of my father and hurt you, especially causing President Feng such a serious injury. Please forgive me."

Zhigang said, "Luckily it was me who was hit. If Chun'er had taken that beating, she probably wouldn't be alive."

Gu Ya hugged Chun'er, still wiping away her tears, and said, "Look at you, if you really married my father, I'd have to pamper you like a child every day. What kind of talk is that?"

Her words made everyone laugh, and Chun'er stopped crying and started laughing too. Zhigang said, "Just let her play around like a child. It's all in the past, don't take it to heart."

Gu Chenxi said, "The main responsibility still lies with me. I shouldn't have deceived a child's feelings."

Zhigang said, "You're not right. Her liking you is your charm, not deception. Master Yang Zhenning's love was even older than yours, could you say he deceived you?"

The dishes were already on the table, and Gu Ya said, "Let's drink. President Feng is right, if we talk things out today, there won't be any problems."

Zhigang and Gu Ya sat together, and he quietly asked, "Aren't you afraid they'll get back together?"

Gu Ya looked at Chun'er and Gu Chenxi talking animatedly across from her and said, "I've just realized now, even though one of them is a playful old man and the other is innocent and carefree, and they seem to get along very well, they're actually not meant to be."

Zhigang said, "You only understand half of it. They really are, as you say, not meant to be. What if they did get along? Would you still try to break them up?"

"Of course I would break them up."

"You're wrong. If they're truly compatible, you should bless them. How could you break them up? There's only one reason you have this mindset."

"What reason?"

"That's because you might have a father complex."

"Nonsense. How could I have a father complex? I just think it's absurd for my father to marry Chun'er. She's younger than me, my elder, and I should call her 'Mom.' Isn't that absurd?"

Zhigang looked at Gu Ya's slightly serious, beautiful face and said, "Let's not talk about that now. Let me tell your fortune."

"You can tell fortunes?"

"I've never done it. But I know your destiny."

"Go ahead."

"You're still unmarried. You may have dated, but you've never had that kind of passionate, vow-filled love."

"How do you know?"

"Firstly, it's determined by your personality. Secondly, you always choose boyfriends based on your father's standards, but you're never satisfied. Isn't that right?"

Gu Ya stared wide-eyed at Zhigang, feeling very strange, because this was her deepest, most secret feeling. How did Zhigang know? She always used her father as a standard to judge those who pursued her. Some were unattractive, others lacked the necessary temperament; in short, none met her criteria.

Looking at Gu Ya's eyes, Zhi Gang knew he was right. He felt a surge of pride; it seemed he possessed a gambler's talent, always betting correctly. He'd used the same method to persuade Abbess Jingyuan to return to secular life. He thought, "You still won't admit to having a father complex? I bet you wish you could marry your father yourself.

" "You'll never find a satisfactory boyfriend that way,"

Zhi Gang said. "It's like hiring several highly skilled painters to paint a landscape of a mountain. The painters can't possibly paint it exactly like the original, because the more they fixate on resemblance, the more mediocre they become. But if the painting is brilliant, you'll think it doesn't resemble the original. How can you be satisfied?"

Gu Ya seemed thoughtful, finding it quite reasonable.

Zhigang continued, "People can look alike, but their temperaments can't be exactly the same. Where can you find someone with the same temperament as your father? Besides, even the same person's temperament can change at different ages."

Gu Ya seemed to understand somewhat, picked up her wine glass, and said, "Thank you."

Zhigang thought, a loud drum doesn't need a heavy hammer. Stop nagging, and say, "Let's drink together. We've become friends through this. Next time, please come visit me."

Gu Ya finished her drink, poured more for everyone, and asked Zhigang, "Tell me, how can I adjust to find a suitable boyfriend?"

"Open your mind, be tolerant of everything. Let me ask you, if you get married in the future and your husband has a mistress, will you understand?"

"No. I'll try to break them up."

"Don't you ever think about why your husband is like this? Don't you think maybe there's something wrong with you?"

"He has a mistress, how can it be my problem?"

"That's why you need to be more tolerant of others so you can understand him. The vast majority of divorces are caused by one party pushing the other away, breaking up the family while thinking they're saving it."

"I still don't understand,"

Gu Ya shook her head.

“You should think carefully about why your parents divorced. Wasn’t it your mother’s actions that pushed your father away?”

Gu Ya thought for a moment and said, “From the result, yes, but why did my father do that?”

“Your father’s actions are the result, not the cause. You should ask your mother why she did that.”

Gu Ya held her wine glass, deep in thought. Zhi Gang decided to deliver the final blow: “What you care about isn’t how much older your father is than Chun’er, but that he slept with her. You’re jealous.”

Gu Ya finished her glass of wine alone.

It was already past nine o’clock at night when they said goodbye to the Gu family. Zhi Gang had been drinking and couldn’t drive, so he and Chun’er took a walk on campus. Zhi Gang had always longed for university life and found everything on campus new and exciting. The young faces passing by, full of youthful energy, made him feel a little old. He wondered if he should really consider getting married. He thought of Jing’er and asked Chun’er, “How is Jing’er now?”

“She’s pregnant. Didn’t you know?”

"Pregnant? When did you get pregnant?"

"It's been over five months."

Zhigang recalled the last time he and Jing'er had sex, they hadn't used any protection, just wanting her to get pregnant. However, not long after, Tianming's illness was cured by Xia Qing. If Jing'er got pregnant during this time, he probably wouldn't know who the father was. He decided to go to Guizhou to find Jing'er and ask her.

The next day, Zhigang said to Lanhua, "How about you come with me to Guizhou on a business trip?"

Lanhua asked, "To inspect a winery? You miss Jing'er,

don't you?" Zhigang tacitly agreed, saying, "Did you know Jing'er is pregnant?"

"I found out when you were in the hospital, so I didn't tell you."

Zhigang whispered, "The child might be mine."

"Really? Are you sure?"

"I'm not sure. That's why I'm going to see."

"Okay. I'll go with you."

When they saw Jing'er, her belly was already noticeable. Jing'er and Wang Weifeng accompanied them on their inspection of the factory. Zhigang said, "Jing'er, you don't need to stay with us, go and rest."

Jing'er said, "It's alright, it's still a long way from having a baby. This is the time when I need to get some exercise."

Lanhua said, "Jing'er is right. How would you know if you're not married?"

Zhigang was very satisfied with the condition of the winery and asked Lanhua, "What are your plans for Weifeng?"

"Let him hold on for a while longer. Once Jing'er has given birth and is back at work, I'll transfer him back to Shanghai."

"Good. This young man can take on more responsibility."

They left the winery and went to the hotel where Zhigang and Lanhua were staying. Lanhua intentionally gave Zhigang and Jing'er some time and took Wang Weifeng to her room.

As soon as the door closed, Zhigang hugged Jing'er and kissed her, asking, "Jing'er, is the child mine?"

Jing'er said, "I don't know. After we did it, Tianming recovered quickly, and then I found out I was pregnant."

"That's good. Tianming won't suspect the child isn't his. But we need to find out whose it is."

"After the child is born, I'll take him to Shanghai for a paternity test."

Zhigang stroked Jing'er's slightly protruding belly and said, "I hope it's my son."

Jing'er said, "Even if it's yours, it might not be a son." Zhigang

hugged Jing'er and asked, "Can you have sex now?"

"Yes, I can. Just don't put pressure on my belly."

"Then how do you do it?"

Jing'er smiled and said, "I'll teach you."

Jing'er, after taking off her clothes, didn't look much different from before, except her belly was slightly protruding, as if she had gained weight. Zhigang licked Jing'er's flower, feeling that its beauty was no less than Jing'er's face. The petals were distinct, the color was rosy, the stamens were clearly visible, and the dew was crystal clear. He had seen so many women's flowers, almost all of them beautiful, but this one was the most beautiful. As the flower unfolded like a slow-motion scene in a movie, the passage in the middle gradually opened up from its two sides. Zhigang wanted to enter, but Jing'er stopped him.

Jing'er kissed Zhigang all over, sucking his penis until it almost burst, then had him lie face to face with her before allowing his penis to enter her. Zhigang moved carefully, gradually increasing the pressure when he couldn't reach her abdomen. Their foreplay was thorough, and soon they both reached their climax simultaneously.

During the climax, Zhigang forgot everything; the whole world consisted only of Jing'er's flower and its destroyer. When it was all over, he remembered that Jing'er was pregnant and asked, "Jing'er, are you alright?"

"I'm fine,"

Jing'er replied, just as she was coming back to her senses. She knew that this position had no effect on the fetus.

After getting dressed, Jing'er called Lan Hua and Weifeng to have dinner together. She arranged dinner at the distillery canteen, inviting the workers and leaders living at the factory to dine together, and asked Zhigang to say a few words to the workers. Zhigang dreaded speaking before meals because everyone was hungry, but he understood Jing'er's good intentions—she wanted the high-ranking leader from Shanghai to encourage the employees. Zhigang stood up and said, "Fellow workers, I thank you for your hard work and contributions over the past few months. This glass of wine before us is the result of the hard work of every colleague here. I believe that the achievements of the neighboring village distillery in the future will be enjoyed by all of us, just like this glass of wine. On that day, I will come to drink this glass with you all. Cheers!"

The employees were very enthusiastic, coming over to toast Zhigang and Lanhua, constantly talking to them about the changes at the distillery. From their snippets of conversation, Zhigang sensed that not only was he satisfied with the work done at the distillery recently, but the employees were also satisfied.

Back at the hotel, Lanhua went straight to Zhigang's room and lay down on the bed. Zhigang took off her clothes one by one, until she was only left in her bra and lace panties. He unhooked her bra and gently kneaded her breasts. For a long time, Lan Hua had maintained a rural habit of not wearing a bra; her breasts had become somewhat saggy, yet remained very elastic. This was an advantage of rural women; due to their labor, their breasts retained elasticity even into their forties. Even the most attentive urban women could hardly match the results of their labor.

Lan Hua was already panting heavily, writhing her body. She asked Zhi Gang, "You and Jing'er did it this afternoon, didn't you?"

"You knew?"

"I guessed. It would be strange if you two didn't do it together. Besides, you can have sex when you're five months pregnant."

Zhi Gang pulled down her lace panties, sucking the nectar from Lan Hua's flower, and asked, "Are you jealous?"

"Oh—"

Lan Hua moaned, saying, "There's only one woman in the world I'm not jealous of, and that's Jing'er."

Zhi Gang thrust his penis into Lan Hua's core, and Lan Hua cried out in pleasure again, "Oh—"

hugging Zhi Gang tightly.

Zhigang continued to rub her clitoris, saying, "How many orgasms do you want today?"

Lan Hua moaned, "Oh—not too many, just three. Oh—oh—ah—"

The first wave swept over her, and Zhigang skillfully let it cool down his defenses, preparing for a bigger challenge.

For Lan Hua, the intervals between orgasms were often short, sometimes only a few minutes. Especially with a deeply affectionate lover like Zhigang, she quickly reached her second wave. She sat up, saying, "It came too fast, I want the third one to be slower."

Zhigang laughed, "Reluctant to let go? Tonight is long, you can do it as many times as you want, let's indulge ourselves."

They had countless sexual encounters, but rarely spent the night together, even when cooking at the construction site. No wonder Lan Hua cherished the opportunity for her third wave. She was like a poor person accustomed to hardship, no longer prone to extravagant spending.

Zhigang brought Lan Hua to five orgasms before finally ejaculating, overwhelmed by her.

Zhigang and most of his women rarely slept through the night, because it was all considered an affair, often ending after the act. But whenever they slept together until dawn, Zhigang would always wake up first. This time was no exception. While Lanhua was still fast asleep, Zhigang quietly lifted the covers and, seeing her lotus-like opening, secretly aimed his hard penis at the entrance and slowly inserted it. Lanhua felt pleasure in her sleep, twisting her waist and opening her door to welcome him. In this pleasure, Lanhua woke up, and remained awake in the midst of continued pleasure. This was the first time she had experienced such a surprise, and as soon as she awoke, an orgasm overwhelmed both her and Zhigang.

Chapter 40: Xiaofang's Experience

Mo Qunfang is now using the name Xiao Fang. She pesters Dali every day, practically becoming his girlfriend, which infuriates Hongyan, who is helpless. Xiao Fang is under Hongyan's control; the most effective way for a madam to punish her subordinates is to not assign them business and ignore them. But Xiao Fang doesn't want business; if you ignore her, she'll have even more time to pester Dali.

Hongyan and Dali are arguing. Dali says, "She's the one who's pestering me; I didn't even go to her. What can I do?"

Hongyan says, "You promised to marry me."

Dali says, "I didn't say I wouldn't marry you."

"But how can anyone marry you like this?"

Dali retorts without hesitation, "What did I do? I just slept with Xiao Fang a few times! You're a prostitute, how can I marry you?"

Hongyan cries in anger and sits on the ground, refusing to get up. Dali could only coax her, "I'm sorry, I really want to marry you."

Hongyan said, "Then you can't be with Xiaofang anymore."

"But she's always bothering me."

Hongyan went to Dapeng and said, "I don't want that little bitch Xiaofang anymore, give her to someone else."

Dapeng said, "Why give her to someone else? Can't you see? More and more customers are choosing Xiaofang now, giving her to someone else will be a big loss for you."

"I'd rather lose her than have her."

"Why?"

"She's always bothering Dali, ruining my relationship with Dali."

"Is that all?"

Dapeng laughed and said, "If you really want to marry Dali, I'll transfer Dali away."

"Transfer him to where?"

"Transfer him to the migrant workers' home in the neighboring village to manage the houses rented to rich women."

"Okay. Let's send him there."

Dali left, and Xiaofang started bothering Dapeng again. Dapeng was a seasoned veteran, having been with countless women, and now with his high status as a manager, Xiaofang shouldn't have been able to get close to him. One time, Dapeng had been drinking and was singing with friends. Xiaofang was sitting at his friend's table, and while her customers were singing, she invited Dapeng to dance. She coiled around Dapeng like a snake. Though small, her tightness against his chest felt incredibly pleasurable. Xiaofang grabbed his penis, playing with it until he nearly collapsed. He followed her into the bathroom. Xiaofang locked the door, pulled out his penis, and began sucking on it. Then, she grabbed his neck and lifted him into the air, wrapping her legs around his buttocks. She wasn't wearing underwear under her skirt, her vagina directly facing his penis. Dapeng entered her standing up, closed the toilet seat, and sat on it. This woman's passage was incredibly tight, allowing him to quickly and thoroughly release his pent-up desires, yet he still wanted more. Dapeng finally understood why so many customers chose Xiaofang; she could make her vagina incredibly tight, providing a comfortable experience. Such a talent was rare among prostitutes, and Dapeng had never encountered one before.

It became easy for Xiaofang to get Dapeng's attention again, and Dapeng often initiated contact with her. Feeling neglected, Xiao Hong, like Hong Yan, began to resent Xiao Fang, but she, too, had no effective way to deal with her. Xiao Fang followed Da Peng wherever he went, making Xiao Hong feel superfluous.

Xiao Fang's clientele grew, and she became increasingly sought after; booking her for prostitution required reservations, sometimes even a day in advance. Xiao Hong's clients frequently requested Xiao Fang, which Xiao Hong reluctantly accepted, but she had no choice but to ask Hong Yan to arrange for her to work as a hostess. One particular client, Zhu Xianmin, the owner of a decoration company, was a regular customer of Xiao Hong's. Initially, he always requested Xiao Hong, but even after she became a mother, he still insisted on having her arrange prostitutes. When Xiao Fang first arrived, one time all of Xiao Hong's prostitutes were working as hostesses when Zhu Xianmin arrived. Xiao Hong then asked Hong Yan to arrange for Xiao Fang instead. That day, Zhu Xianmin was somewhat reluctant to take Xiao Fang out, complaining that her breasts weren't large enough, and although she was pretty, she wasn't sexy enough. However, when he and Xiao Fang made love, the elasticity of her vagina gripped him tightly, giving him a taste of pleasure. From then on, he only ever requested Xiao Fang.

Boss Zhu arrived again with a group of friends. Xiao Hong had already received his call, asking Hongyan to arrange for Xiao Fang to come to him that night. Boss Zhu and his friends finished singing at 11:30 PM, and each of them left with a girl. Zhu Xianmin took Xiao Fang to a hotel he frequented. After making love and lingering for a while, Zhu Xianmin reluctantly decided to go home. His wife was strict and demanded that he come home to sleep no matter how late it was.

Xiao Fang went into the bathroom to take another shower and wash off the things the man had left on her. She heard a knock on the door, and Boss Zhu said from outside, "Xiao Fang, I forgot my things."

Xiao Fang wrapped herself in a towel and went to open the door, but it wasn't Boss Zhu. Two masked men rushed in, forced her onto the bed, and roughly took turns raping her. After they finished, the two men pulled up their pants and punched and kicked her. One of them brandished a knife in front of her and said, "From now on, leave Langchao KTV. If I see you again, I'll slash your face into a net."

Xiao Fang knew that Xiao Hong must have done this. Only she knew Boss Zhu, knew which hotel he was at tonight, and knew he would definitely go home. She closed the door and went to the bathroom to shower. After showering, she lay on the bed and cried.

Zhihong met with Jiafang every Friday, but it was actually a rendezvous with Zhang Cheng. Every time after dinner, she didn't want to go to Langchao KTV. Jiafang said, "Don't worry, Dali isn't there."

"Dali isn't there? Where did he go?"

"I heard he went to the migrant workers' home that Dapeng contracted."

Only then did Zhihong agree to go to sing. She liked dancing with Zhang Cheng in that atmosphere, pressing her breasts against his chest, feeling his hard penis pressing against her lower abdomen, waiting for the passionate lovemaking that night. While dancing, she heard a commotion outside. Jiafang had the sharpest ears, and ran to the door to see what was happening. She saw a fight breaking out in the opposite booth, glassware smashed, people punching and kicking and shouting. At this moment, someone ran out and rushed into Jiafang's arms—it was a prostitute. Jiafang caught her; blood was streaming down her face, her eyes were closed, and she had clearly been badly beaten. Just then, a man rushed out from across the room, brandishing a beer bottle, ready to hit the woman again. Jiafang quickly carried the woman into the private room, while Zhihong stopped the man at the door, demanding, "What are you doing?"

The man, reeking of alcohol, pushed Zhihong, saying, "Mind your own business, I'm going to teach this little bitch a lesson."

Zhihong didn't back down but instead stepped forward, shouting, "Who are you? What right do you have to hit someone like this?"

The man still brandished the beer bottle at Zhihong when two security guards ran over, grabbed him, and dragged him outside. Zhihong went back into the private room, and Zhifang said, "She's passed out, what should we do?"

Zhihong said, "Call 110 immediately

." "We can't,"

Zhang Cheng said.

"Why?"

Zhihong asked.

"If the boss finds out we're in this kind of place, our careers are ruined."

"What time is it? A life is at stake, what do you care about your career?"

Zhihong said, pulling out her phone, but Zhang Cheng stopped her.

Jiafang said, "Let's get her to the hospital quickly, I'm afraid she won't make it."

"Let's go. We'll take her to the hospital."

Saying this, Zhihong then said to Zhang Cheng, "Forget about your future."

Jiafang drove to the nearest district central hospital. Zhihong took out her phone and called the police, telling them she was taking the injured woman to the hospital. Jiafang drove directly to the entrance of the emergency building, and Zhihong ran inside carrying the young woman, shouting, "Doctor, help her quickly!"

Several people in white coats ran over, and someone pushed a trolley. Zhihong put the young woman on it. A doctor asked, "What happened?"

Zhihong said, "She was beaten."

Watching the trolley being pushed into the emergency room, Zhihong felt weak. Luckily, she came from the countryside and was strong; otherwise, she really wouldn't have been able to carry the young woman for that short distance. Jiafang ran over, and Zhihong leaned against her, panting heavily. The two sat down together on a chair by the corridor.

A nurse came over and said, "Who will go and pay the fees?"

"How much?"

Jiafang said, "I'll pay."

"Put in ten thousand yuan first."

Jiafang went to pay the money. Zhihong caught her breath for a while before feeling a little better.

When Jiafang returned after paying the money, two policemen arrived. They learned what had happened and asked some questions, including the injured person's name and identity, their own names and identities, and their relationship with the injured person. Hearing that the two women didn't know the injured man's name, the leading policeman said, "Thank you for your bravery and support of our work. When we arrived at the KTV, the assailant had already left, but we will find him."

After the police left, Zhihong said to Jiafang, "If Zhang Cheng and the others had heard the police asking questions like that, asking for names and identities, they would probably be terrified."

Jiafang said disdainfully, "What kind of government officials are they? They have no manly qualities at all."

Zhihong asked, "Are all Shanghai men like this?"

"Some are. They're cowardly and unwilling to take responsibility."

"Jiafang, I'll never see Zhang Cheng again. Do you still want that police chief?"

"No. I'm disgusted by that kind of man. Zhihong, I'll find you a good man next time."

"No matter what kind of man he is, I don't want any Shanghainese."

"There are good Shanghainese men too. Don't generalize."

At this moment, Dapeng ran in from outside and asked, "How badly are you injured?"

Jiafang said, "She's still being treated. Do you know her?"

Dapeng said, "She's a prostitute at my place, her name is Xiaofang."

The emergency room door opened, and several nurses wheeled Xiaofang out. Seeing that she was still unconscious, Zhihong asked the nurse, "How is she?"

"Moderate concussion. Whether there's internal brain damage still needs to be checked. The broken rib has punctured her lung; she needs observation and treatment to prevent lung infection."

The injured person was taken to the intensive care unit. A nurse said, "You can go back now and come back tomorrow. If you're worried, one of you can stay and watch over her."

Jiafang said, "Zhihong, you and Dapeng should go back and rest."

Zhihong said, "I can't drive, how can I go back? I'll stay here, you can go back first. Ask Guiling for leave for me tomorrow, and then have someone come to relieve me."

Dapeng said, "Zhihong, thank you so much. You two have helped me a lot."

The next morning, Guiling came with Xiaoshuang. The nurse said Xiaofang's condition was stable and she would soon be moved to a regular ward. Guiling asked Xiaoshuang to stay and take care of her, then took Zhihong back.

“Guiling,”

Zhihong said, “I don’t know if I did the right thing.”

“You did the right thing. I would have done the same.”

“But if we can’t find that person, who will pay for Xiaofang’s medical expenses?”

“Even if we can’t find that person, Dapeng will have to pay. If Dapeng won’t, I will.”

“That puts my mind at ease.”

“What are you worried about? Are you afraid you’ll have to pay?”

“I’m not worried about that. I don’t have any money, and I couldn’t afford to pay anyway. I’m worried that if no one pays, this little girl won’t be able to get treatment.”

“Don’t worry. How can we outsiders not help each other?”

“I’m sleepy, I’ll take a nap.”

“Go ahead and sleep.”

Zhihong leaned back and fell asleep, only waking up when Guiling parked her car in the courtyard of the neighboring village’s guild hall.

Zhihong went home and slept until Zhichun opened the door and came in that evening. Zhichun asked her, “Where did you go last night? You didn’t go to class today.”

Zhihong then remembered that it was Saturday and she should have attended her Open University class. She told Zhichun about what happened last night. Zhichun said, "You've rested enough. Go cook first, and after dinner I'll tell you about today's lessons."

Zhihong said, "You're just going to eat what's ready? You'll cook today."

Zhichun smiled and said, "Okay. I'll cook today to reward you for doing a good deed."

Zhichun returned to her apartment next door; it was already 11 o'clock. She had just finished showering when she heard a soft tap on the door. Knowing it was Zheng Ting, she opened the door and let him in.

Zheng Ting saw Zhichun wearing pajamas, her breasts perked up, jiggling with her movements. He couldn't help but feel aroused. Just as he was about to hug Zhichun, she pointed to the bathroom and said, "Go take a shower." Zheng Ting

obediently went to shower. Zhichun handed him a large pair of pajamas, but when he came out, he wasn't wearing anything, his little brother erect. He hugged Zhichun and rolled onto the bed. The front of Zhichun's pajamas opened, revealing her snow-white breasts. Zheng Ting caressed her breasts down to her blooming flower, and his already impatient jade pillar entered her. Another month had passed since they last met, and they were both starved for each other.

Zhichun asked, "Are you working the early shift again tomorrow?"

"Yes. Going back to work is easier."

"Don't do that next time, it's bad for your health."

"How else can I see you? I can't see you during the day, so I can only sneak around at night. I really hope to marry you soon."

"Then work hard. Zhigang has promised to marry you as long as you get half of your qualification certificate."

"That will take a long time."

"I'll try to get you a job transfer."

"You can transfer me? Forget it, I don't want you to beg your brother again."

Zhichun almost let slip. Xiaocui was nearing her due date, and her work had already been gradually handed over to Zhichun, so Zhichun now had the authority to transfer her. She didn't want to tell Zheng Ting, afraid of hurting his pride. She thought it best to transfer Zheng Ting closer to her without revealing anything, so it wouldn't affect their diploma exams and would make it easier for them to meet.

Just then, the climax arrived unexpectedly, and Zheng Ting took her to the clouds, destroying himself in the process.

Zheng Ting didn't dare stay with Zhichun any longer. The longer he stayed, the more reluctant he became to leave, but he had to be at work before his 5 a.m. shift. He gave Zhichun a hard kiss on the lips, then broke free

from her embrace and got dressed. Zheng Ting climbed over the wall at the back of the courtyard, his usual route. He walked fifteen minutes to a bus stop on the national highway, where a night bus went to the city center. He then transferred to another night bus to Baoshan District, and from there it was another 20-minute walk to his workplace. The night bus ran every hour, and how long the wait was depended on luck. Today he was lucky; the bus arrived after 20 minutes. Zheng Ting boarded, found an empty seat, placed his bag, which was slung across his shoulder, on his lap, held it down with his hands, and began to drift off to sleep. He had this ability; he could fall asleep as soon as he boarded a bus, and after about 40 minutes, when they arrived at his stop, he would wake up after 35 minutes.

After getting off, he still had to walk for another ten minutes to reach the transfer station. He had only taken a few steps when he noticed two young men standing by the roadside greenery, looking around suspiciously. They seemed to be waiting for someone, or perhaps chatting, but in either case, it was impossible to wait for someone or chat there so late at night. Zheng Ting stopped and watched for a while. The two men noticed him, and one of them gestured for him to leave quickly and mind his own business. Zheng Ting took two steps forward, then stopped again, looking back at them. Each time one of them took two steps towards him, he took two steps forward; when the other stopped, he stopped too. Seeing that he couldn't be chased away, the man quickly approached, pulling a knife from his clothes. Zheng Ting also quickened his pace, and seeing the man run, he started running too. The man became enraged, quickening his pace to catch up, clearly indicating that he wouldn't chase him away now, but would settle the score once he caught him. Seeing the man rapidly closing in, Zheng Ting was terrified and ran even faster. He heard the footsteps behind him getting closer and closer, as if they were right behind his head, and desperately increased his speed, not even having time to look back. He imagined how far away the knife was from him, fearing that if he hesitated even slightly, the knife would plunge into his back.

A police car with flashing lights drove towards them, and Zheng Ting ran past it. The police car stopped, then turned around and passed Zheng Ting, stopping in front of him. A policeman got out and stopped Zheng Ting .

"Why are you running?"

the policeman asked him.

Zheng Ting was still shaken: "Someone was chasing me."

"Where is anyone?"

Zheng Ting looked back, but there was no one there, and he breathed a sigh of relief. But he had clearly heard footsteps behind him just now, so what was that? He looked behind him and noticed the bag he was wearing, realizing that the clasp on the bag was making a racket, and the sound got louder as he ran, very much like human footsteps. He calmed down and said, "There were two suspicious people just now. I wanted to see what they were doing, and one of them chased me with a knife."

"Really? Get in the car, let's go take a look."

Zheng Ting got into the police car, where another policeman was driving. The police car drove to the spot where they had just been, but there was no one there. One of the policemen noticed something, got out of the car, walked to the edge of the green belt, pulled out his pistol, pointed it at some low trees, and shouted, "Come out!"

Two young men stood up from behind the low trees, the very same young men Zheng Ting had seen earlier.

"What are you doing?"

the policeman demanded sternly.

"Nothing."

"Why are you hiding behind the tree?"

The two men couldn't answer.

"Get in the car. Come with me to the station and we'll talk."

At that moment, the policeman in the car called over another patrol car, and two officers got out and took the two men away. The officer returned to the car and said to Zheng Ting, "You'll have to come with us too, to give a statement."

Zheng Ting said, "I have to go to the early shift, I'm afraid I'll be late."

"Going to the early shift? No problem, we'll take you there in a bit."

After giving his statement, the policeman indeed drove Zheng Ting to the entrance of his workplace in a patrol car. His colleagues on the next shift were startled, wondering why he was being brought there in a police car, and assumed he had committed a crime.

A few days later, the police called the migrant workers' home office where Zheng Ting worked. Manager Wang Chaosheng answered the phone. The police said Zheng Ting had done a meritorious service; based on his clues, a major case of stolen cultural relics had been solved, and he would be given a reward. Manager Wang called Zheng Ting to his office and asked him what had happened. He couldn't explain what had happened. He never expected that just because he glanced at someone, he would be chased so miserably and actually gain merit.

Manager Wang asked, "What were you doing in the city center in the middle of the night?"

Zheng Ting could only say, "I went to my girlfriend's place."

"Where is your girlfriend?"

Zheng Ting didn't answer. Manager Wang didn't ask any more questions and said, "The police said they want to reward you, and the company should too. What do you want? A raise or a promotion?"

Zheng Ting was overjoyed and said without hesitation, "I want a transfer."

"A transfer? Where to?"

"I want to be transferred to a place closer to the company headquarters."

"What do you want to do there?"

Zheng Ting smiled and said, "Be closer to the leaders so I can curry favor with them."

"Bullshit,"

Manager Wang said, "You've been here for almost a year, how come you've never tried to curry favor with me? Do you think I'm too low-ranking?"

Zheng Ting had no choice but to tell the truth: "My girlfriend works there. That's all I ask for, I don't want any other rewards."

"Where does your girlfriend work? Tell her to quit her job, I'll arrange it for her, and you two can be together. You'll still get the reward."

"She doesn't want to come. You should transfer me there instead."

Manager Wang looked at Zheng Ting and said, "You still haven't won her over? Okay, I'll ask my superiors and transfer you to that migrant workers' home at headquarters."

"No way,"

Zheng Ting shook his head and said, "I don't want to go there, I just want to be close to it."

“That’s difficult,”

Manager Wang said, scratching his head. “Your request is too strange. There are no other temporary migrant workers’ homes nearby, but there is a temporary migrant workers’ children’s primary school. It’s not in our unit, and our superiors don’t have the authority to transfer you there.”

“Since I’ve done a good job, why don’t you ask your superior’s superior, Feng Zhigang, for permission?”

“Alright. I’ll try. If it weren’t for your marriage, I wouldn’t have let you go.”

A few days later, the transfer order came down, transferring Zheng Ting to the Lixiang temporary migrant workers’ children’s primary school as a security guard, the same school where Jing’er had been the principal.

On his first day at work, before classes started in the morning, students were saying goodbye to their parents at the school gate and walking into the school. Suddenly, a fat man with a bare chest, holding a kitchen knife, ran to the school gate and started slashing at the primary school students who were walking into the school. A boy was slashed in the arm and fell to the ground. The children were so frightened that they scattered and ran away. The man, brandishing the kitchen knife, chased after the students and rushed into the gate, his white flesh trembling in layers. Seeing this, Zheng Ting rushed out of the guardhouse and blocked his way. The man, seeing someone blocking his way, swung his knife at Zheng Ting's head. Zheng Ting initially thought the man wouldn't dare, but the knife flew swiftly towards his head. He dodged, avoiding the blow to his head, but not his shoulder. Enduring the excruciating pain, he grabbed the man's thick waist, managing to hold him back, and both fell to the ground. At this moment, other security guards rushed over, disarmed him, and subdued the man.

The police arrived and took the fat assailant away. Zheng Ting and the elementary school student were taken to the hospital. Because it was autumn and they were wearing two layers of clothing, their injuries weren't serious. The elementary school student only needed a bandage, but Zheng Ting received over a dozen stitches in his shoulder.

A mere security guard had performed two major merits, attracting not only media attention but also considerable attention from the neighboring village company. Gui Ling, who was in charge of the school matter, instructed Principal Sun Feng to bring Zheng Ting to headquarters for a direct meeting.

After Zheng Ting recounted the incident, Gui Ling asked him, "Do you think there's anything that needs improvement in the school's security work?"

"Yes. We should recruit more veterans; they'd be capable of handling things like this. My reaction wasn't quick, but I was the first one to rush out. If there had been trained veterans, that child probably wouldn't have been hurt."

"Hmm."

Gui Ling thought this was a good suggestion. "Anything else?"

"If we can't recruit enough veterans, we should have the existing veterans train all the security guards. I think every profession needs its basic qualities. Being a security guard isn't just about watching the gate; it should also involve being able to handle these kinds of emergencies. Even carpenters need basic skills like using an axe and plane."

"That's right."

Gui Ling said to Sun Fenglai, "There have been several school violence incidents in the US recently, and yesterday's incident should serve as a wake-up call for us. We shouldn't wait for tragedies to happen before trying to remedy them; we need to do prevention work first. Principal Sun, I have a suggestion."

Principal Sun said, "What suggestion do you have, Mr. Zhang?"

"Promote Zheng Ting as the security captain of your school. Let him train the security team in a semi-military style as a pilot program. If it works well, then it can be implemented in all schools."

"Okay. I agree,"

Principal Sun said.

Zheng Ting declined, saying, "I've never been in the military, I don't know how to lead training."

Gui Ling looked at him and then asked Sun Fenglai, "Principal Sun, are there any security guards who have served in the military?"

"Several,"

Gui Ling said to Zheng Ting, "A few instructors will do. You arrange for them to lead the training. I'm appointing you as captain not to lead training or to charge into battle, but to come up with ideas and implement them. Understand?"

"Understood."

Zheng Ting returned to the school with the principal and immediately became the security captain. That afternoon, he gathered several former soldiers who were security guards to discuss the training plan, as well as the scope of their duties, work procedures, and other details. Zheng Ting said, "To avoid a situation like the elementary school student's injury in this incident, we need to expand our visibility and control to a certain area outside the school gate. We can't just stay in the guardhouse all day like we do now; we need to go out and even patrol outside the gate."

"That's right,"

one security guard said. "The People's Liberation Army soldiers stand guard at the main gate, and their field of vision is much wider."

Even after dinner, Zheng Ting was still extremely excited. He patiently waited until 10 o'clock before setting off for Zhichun's house. It was an hour's walk, and by 11 o'clock, Zhichun should be back from studying at Zhihong's house.

He tapped the door twice with his index finger, and it opened. Zhichun pulled him inside, saying, "I knew you'd come today."

"How did you know?"

"You did two great things and were promoted to security captain. Everyone in the company knows! Of course you should come and tell me the good news."

Zheng Ting lowered his head and kissed Zhichun, saying, "So how are you going to reward me?"

Zhichun chuckled and said, "What do you think?"

Before Zheng Ting could speak, she unbuttoned her nightgown, letting it slip to the floor, revealing her fair and jade-like body.

Chapter 41 Dailan and Daiju

Xiaofang was also arranged to stay at the migrant workers' home after being discharged from the hospital, right next to Wang Dailan, so that the two sisters could take care of her. Wang Daiju's injuries had completely healed, and Lanhua arranged for her and her sister Dailan to work as cleaners at the migrant workers' home.

The afternoon after Xiaofang moved in, Zhigang had some free time and went to visit her. It was the first time Zhigang had seen Xiaofang, and he was stunned by her beauty. Dailan was carefully helping Xiaofang sit up. Seeing Zhigang arrive, she placed a pillow behind Xiaofang's back and said, "Xiaofang, this is General Manager Feng. He's here to see you."

Xiaofang said softly, "Thank you, General Manager Feng."

"You're welcome,"

Zhigang said. "If you should thank someone, thank Jiafang and Zhihong who saved you. Without them, you wouldn't be alive."

Seeing that Xiaofang was still weak, Zhigang took his leave. As he left the room, Dailan said, "General Manager Feng, please come in and sit for a while."

"Sure."

Zhigang went into the next room and saw Daiju changing clothes naked. He quickly backed away, but Dailan closed the door from the outside.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know you were changing,"

Zhigang apologized repeatedly, trying to open the door, but couldn't.

Daiju, her breasts prominent, greeted Zhigang and said, "It's alright, let me show you my injuries."

Zhigang looked at her chest; there was a dark red line running horizontally across her upper abdomen, and another dark red line running vertically down between her breasts, like a cross. These were surgical incisions, but they had healed now, showing how severe the injuries had been. Daiju hugged Zhigang and said, "Mr. Feng, you saved my life, but the only thing I have left is my body, so I'll give it to you."

Zhigang said, "How can that be? I don't want your repayment."

"I know you don't want repayment, and I can't repay you anyway. I heard people say you like women, so just sleep with me."

Zhigang was both amused and exasperated, saying, "So this is how I appear in public? Then I can't accept you even more."

Daiju knelt on the ground and said, "I'm sorry, I'm not good with words. But I'm sincere. If you don't want me like this, where will I put my face?"

Zhigang looked down at her. Although her child was already in elementary school, she was actually only twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, with the typical taut skin, rounded body, firm and perky breasts, and radiating healthy vitality of a rural woman. His little brother, however, was disobedient and slowly pitched a tent. Daiju's face was right in front of his little brother. Seeing the change, she happily unzipped her pants, took out his little brother, and put him in her mouth. Zhigang could no longer refuse, so he took off his clothes, picked up Daiju's round and full body, and put her on the bed.

Daiju had a round, apple-shaped face, round eyes, a small mouth, and a shallow dimple on her left cheek, which became more pronounced when she smiled, giving her a sweet and cheerful look. Her arms were white, tender, and plump, like freshly dug lotus roots. This kind of fleshy woman was what Zhigang liked most. He touched her vulva, which was also full and elastic, now completely open. Zhigang inserted his penis, the fleshy feeling enveloping it.

Looking at Daiju's happy and cheerful expression beneath him, Zhigang said, "Are you repaying me or am I repaying you? Why do I feel like you're enjoying me?"

Daiju blushed and said, "I want you too. I like you but I don't dare to say it."

Zhigang said, "You've already let me do it, why do you still need to say it?"

Daiju writhed greatly beneath him, and Zhigang felt like she was a slippery fish in his arms, impossible to hold back. Her vulva could be controlled freely, and when she wanted to be tight, she could hold his penis for a long time. Zhigang had never met a woman like this before. When her climax came, he felt he couldn't hold on any longer. Daiju's movements during her climax were so intense that her penis was pulled out, and she quickly grabbed it and pushed it back in. Zhigang finally couldn't hold on any longer, opening the floodgates and letting the torrent rush into her deep river.

Zhigang began to like this plump woman who rolled around in his arms like a little leopard. She didn't have the weakness of city women; on the contrary, she was gentle yet strong, full of vitality. Especially the way her labia could open and close so freely puzzled Zhigang. He held Daiju tightly, unwilling to leave, kissing her and saying, "Daiju, I want you more."

Daiju smiled sweetly and said, "Mr. Feng, you're so amazing."

"Am I amazing? You finished so quickly, what's so amazing about that?"

"You don't know, my man can't even last five minutes inside me."

"Then you won't experience an orgasm?"

"I can just not exert myself, let him do it inside me, that way he'll last longer."

"You're quite clever."

"But that's not very satisfying either. Sometimes, I let him arouse me first, but I don't let him in until I can't hold back anymore, that way I come in five minutes."

"You haven't been with other men?"

"No. You're my second man."

Zhigang's little brother hardened again, he rolled over and let Daiju's labia tightly envelop his penis. After half an hour, Daiju came. Zhigang felt as if his penis was being gripped tightly by a hand, but he held on until Daiju's orgasm subsided. Daiju was surprised and said, "You're so amazing? I didn't expect that."

Zhigang said, "How do you manage to tighten up whenever you want?"

"I don't know. Maybe it's because the muscles in that area are particularly strong, and I can control them."

"Are all rural women this strong? But I used to be a rural woman too."

"My legs are particularly strong. When I was a kid, even boys couldn't climb mountains as fast as me."

The third climax came. Daiju rolled around, banging her head against the bed, her feet slamming against it as if she felt no pain. Her labia, in a rapid rhythm, brought Zhigang's penis to an orgasm as well.

Zhigang got dressed and quietly returned to his office. He didn't want anyone to see him doing this during work hours, especially with the lowest-ranking employee in his company.

Zhigang and Daiju had been at it for too long, and it was already time to leave work. Zhigang was clearing the table, preparing to go eat, when he saw Chun'er peeking in from the doorway. He asked, "Chun'er, why don't you come in?"

Chun'er jumped in and said, "I'm checking if anyone else is here. I want to treat you to dinner."

"No, you're not treating me to dinner, you're asking me to pay the bill, aren't you?"

"Isn't that the same thing? I'll treat, you pay."

"How many people are you with?"

"Not many, seven or eight."

"Seven or eight isn't enough? I'll go downstairs and sign the bill for you, then I won't participate."

"No way. I want to introduce you to your classmates."

"Forget it. I have a generation gap with you all."

"Even Gu Chenxi doesn't have a generation gap with us, do you? Even if you do, it's your fault. You should learn from Professor Gu and get along with young people."

"Okay, okay. I'll participate."

Zhigang was dragged into the room by Chun'er. There were three girls and two boys inside, making four girls including Chun'er, all of them handsome men and beautiful women. Chun'er introduced them to Zhigang one by one. One of the male classmates was tall and handsome, named Ma Xinghua, and another was fair-skinned and slender, named Xiang Qun. There were too many female classmates, and Zhigang only remembered one named Wei Wenjing. She wasn't the prettiest, but she had the most temperament, and her personality was as quiet as her name.

Chun'er whispered in Zhigang's ear, "Wei Wenjing is my roommate, and she's still a virgin. How about I take her virginity for you?"

"Don't talk nonsense,"

Zhigang gently pushed Chun'er away, stopping her from saying anything more.

"Do you know why we're having a gathering today?"

"Why?"

"Hmph!"

Chun'er pouted, pouting, "You don't care about me at all."

"What's wrong? Is it your birthday?"

Chun'er happily hugged Zhigang and kissed him, saying, "You guessed it."

"Oh dear. What am I going to do? I didn't prepare a birthday present."

"You're paying today. That's your birthday present."

"No. That doesn't count. I have to give you something."

"Can't think of anything? Then I'll take it."

"You want it. What do you want?"

"I want a trip to Europe."

"You're going alone?"

"No, I want you to come with me."

"I don't have that much time."

"Then I'll think about it some more. Anyway, I'm going to make you spend money."

"Don't overthink it. Let me tell you."

"Tell me, what are you going to give me?"

"I'm giving you a three-day domestic tour, you can choose the destination. You can also invite everyone here to come along."

Everyone enthusiastically welcomed the gift. Chun'er asked, "Are you going?"

"I booked a three-day tour, just so we could all go together."

"Let's go tomorrow."

"Tomorrow is too rushed."

"I want to go tomorrow. Since it's a birthday present, it can't be too far from my birthday."

"Okay, okay. Whatever you say. We'll prepare tomorrow morning and leave at noon. Let's think about where to go."

Ma Xinghua said, "I suggest Huangshan. 'After seeing the Five Sacred Mountains, you won't want to see any other mountains; after seeing Huangshan, you won't want to see any other mountains.' I've always longed to go. Have any of you been there?"

None of them had been, so they all agreed.

The next day at noon, Zhigang drove a van to the school, picked up Chun'er and the other six, and set off. They arrived in Huangshan City in the evening and checked into a hotel. Zhigang said, "Come down and meet me in 10 minutes. I'll take you to Tunxi Old Street."

Tunxi Old Street is a pedestrian commercial street with Ming and Qing dynasty architectural styles, known as a "living Qingming Scroll." It is one of the best-preserved ancient streets in China with Southern Song and Ming-Qing architectural styles, while also inheriting the traditional architectural style of Huizhou residences. As soon as the boys and girls arrived on the street, they were attracted by different goods and scenery and scattered without a trace. Zhigang couldn't stop them in time. Only Wei Wenjing didn't run away. Zhigang asked, "Xiao Wei, why don't you come along?"

Wei Wenjing smiled gently at Zhigang and said, "Aren't we strolling around already? Old streets like this need to be explored quietly and leisurely to truly hear their heartbeat and appreciate their cultural heritage."

Zhigang couldn't help but turn to look at her. Her delicate face, calm expression, slender figure, and reserved personality were somewhat reminiscent of the old street's classical charm, but her tranquility was something even the modern old street lacked. The old street was bustling. Shops stood side by side, all with horse-head walls, small blue tiles, and whitewashed walls; brick and wood structures, exquisite pavilions, and intricately carved patterns, along with small doors, halls, courtyards, and narrow alleys between houses, all arranged in a unique and lively manner, showcasing the simple elegance of Hui-style architecture, with its own distinctive charm. Yet, the old street was also static. It had frozen history and culture; the horse-head walls and small blue tiles were merely tentacles reaching out into the modern sky, enough to alter the shape of the sky itself.

However, Zhigang thought that a college student born in the 90s who was so detached from worldly affairs was probably out of touch with modern life. He asked, "Where are you from?"

"Nanyang, Henan."

"Oh, I know. It's where Zhuge Liang lived in seclusion, 'Zhuge's thatched cottage in Nanyang, Ziyun's pavilion in Western Shu.'" Wei Wenjing was a little surprised and asked, "You've also read 'The Humble Abode Inscription'?"

"Of course I have. I was a high school student, after all, it was in my Chinese textbook."

"Actually, it's not easy to remember a lot of things in middle school Chinese textbooks. If you can understand them, it's more useful than going to university."

Zhigang was even more surprised: "I didn't expect you to understand these things at such a young age. Most of the things in middle school textbooks are definitely very good and profound, but we find it hard to understand them at that age, so we need to memorize them and understand them when we get older. Many of us can't remember them, so we can't understand them."

"Mr. Feng, why do I feel like I haven't learned anything since I went to university? In the past two years, I've only learned knowledge and skills related to music, but my understanding of humanities, history, and life philosophy is still at a high school level."

"That's normal. Once you go to university, there are very few humanities courses. You can only learn by reading books and immersing yourself in this kind of fixed history."

“Yes. We can glean so much culture from these blue bricks, gray tiles, and stone-paved streets.”

Zhigang, intrigued by the girl, asked, “What do your parents do?”

“My father is a university professor of Chinese literature, and my mother is a middle school history teacher.”

“So that’s why you’re such a little antique with a head full of history and humanities?”

Wei Wenjing smiled and said, “I’m not an antique. I’ve read quite a bit about Western and modern things.”

“For example, you know a lot about music.”

Zhigang made Wei Wenjing laugh again. Her laughter was always brief, quickly returning to calm. Zhigang thought to himself, it would be strange if she wasn’t a virgin; few boys her age could talk to her, especially in art schools, where boys with good humanities backgrounds are even rarer.

After walking about half of the old street, Wei Wenjing was drawn to a roof tile museum and pulled Zhigang inside.

Zhigang didn’t know what a roof tile was, but after reading the description, he learned that it was the frontmost tile of a building’s eaves, also called the front of the drip edge or the patterned part at its front. Eaves tiles are components of ancient architecture, serving to protect wooden eaves and beautify the roof's outline. Eaves tiles from different historical periods have different characteristics. Qin dynasty eaves tiles feature a wide range of motifs, including mountain peaks, birds, deer, badgers, fish, turtles, and insects; the patterns are realistic, simple, and vivid. Han dynasty eaves tiles reached their peak in craftsmanship. Decorative themes included the Four Symbols (divine creatures), winged tigers, birds and beasts, insects, plants, cloud patterns, characters, and combinations of clouds and characters, or clouds and animals. During the Wei, Jin, and Northern and Southern Dynasties, eaves tiles were smaller, with cloud patterns being the main motif; inscribed eaves tiles decreased sharply. In the Tang dynasty, lotus pattern eaves tiles were most common, while inscribed eaves tiles almost disappeared. The Song dynasty began using animal face pattern eaves tiles, and the Ming and Qing dynasties mostly used coiled dragon pattern eaves tiles.

A small roof tile can be turned into a museum; how many historical stories and cultural heritages does it contain? Having frequent contact with such things, it's no wonder Wei Wenjing has such thoughts and depth. But she's still a 90s girl, and her innocence and naivety often unconsciously show. She's also attracted to some fun and unusual things, standing to one side for a long time, unwilling to leave, but those things are always different from what other girls are interested in.

Seeing that Wei Wenjing was also captivated by the various goods, Zhigang walked forward alone. He tried to hear the heartbeat of the old street. When he reached the end of the old street, the children hadn't come over. Feeling hungry, he found a restaurant, ordered a table of classic Anhui dishes, and then texted Chun'er to tell her the restaurant's name.

Chun'er and the others arrived one after another, all starving. Seeing a table of authentic traditional Anhui dishes, they wolfed down the food without even tasting it, quickly finishing it.

Back at the hotel, Zhigang took a shower, and Chun'er, still in her pajamas, quietly slipped in. She hugged him and sucked her tongue for a while, then asked, "You and Wei Wenjing had a great chat today, didn't you?"

"Yeah. I didn't expect this girl to be so insightful."

"She's sharing a room with me. I'll go get her to come over and keep you company tonight."

"Please don't. You won't be able to get her to come with that kind of intention; it'll only damage my image."

"Then it'll be just me keeping you company."

Zhigang playfully pinched her nose and asked, "You won't give me any of the other classmates?"

"Who do you want? I'll get her.

" "I only want you. Does Ma Xinghua know you're here?

" "It's no use knowing. He can switch rooms with a female classmate; two couples would be perfect."

"Then Wei Wenjing will be alone?"

"You care about her? She's used to doing that."

Zhigang looked down at the open front of Chun'er's pajamas, revealing half of each breast, white as jade under the light, full and elastic. Compared to two years ago, Chun'er had matured a lot. Then she couldn't arouse Zhigang's desire, but now she ignited his passion. Zhigang untied the belt of Chun'er's nightgown, revealing the exposed skin—wide at the top, narrow in the middle, and wide again at the bottom—exposing parts of Chun'er's fair body. Her breasts were almost fully visible, with a narrow strip of hair in the middle that gradually narrowed and then widened again, a small patch of dark pubic hair incredibly alluring.

Zhigang held Chun'er tightly, letting her breasts press against his chest, his penis pressing against her lower abdomen. His hands moved from her buttocks to her back, naturally removing her nightgown, then returning to her two firm breasts. Just

as Zhigang was about to penetrate her, Chun'er grabbed his hard penis, saying, "Let's try something different today."

She squeezed his penis between her thighs, rubbing it repeatedly. The soft, sponge-like embrace of her breasts, enveloping his nearly erect penis, made Zhigang feel an uncontrollable urge to ejaculate. Then, she used her tongue and lips to rub his penis until he could no longer resist, finally allowing it to enter her already open vagina.

As soon as Zhigang entered, Chun'er moaned incessantly, twisting and clenching her penis. Zhigang felt her labia begin to open and close intermittently, her orgasm building, so he gradually increased the pace. Suddenly, like an explosion, Chun'er reached her climax, her body writhing as she cried out, "Ah—Zhigang! Ah—Zhigang!"

Zhigang passionately ejaculated inside her. Chun'er, with her experience and skill, brought both of them to the ultimate, perfect enjoyment.

The next day, they drove to the South Gate of Huangshan, parked their car, and then went to the New Guoxian transfer center station to take the New Guoxian bus to the mountain entrance. Zhigang asked everyone if they wanted to take the cable car, and Chun'er said, "No, we'll climb all the way up."

Ma Xinghua took care of Chun'er, pulling and supporting her when they encountered difficult sections. Xiang Qun took care of the girl with an oval face and big eyes named Song Juan. Zhigang had to take care of two girls, one named Wei Wenjing and the other named Ye Xiaoqing. Ye Xiaoqing was plump, and when Zhigang helped her up, he felt she was significantly heavier than Wei Wenjing; his hands were full of flesh as he supported her bottom. They finally reached Tiandu Peak, arriving almost simultaneously. The most dangerous part was crossing the "Carp's Back" (a type of ridge). Zhigang first led Wei Wenjing across, then went back to help Ye Xiaoqing. By this time, Ma Xinghua and Chun'er were far ahead and out of sight, and Xiang Qun and Song Juan were only visible from behind; Zhigang and the others lagged behind.

They stayed at the Paiyunlou Hotel that night. After Zhigang showered, the phone on the bedside table rang. He picked up the receiver; it was Chun'er's voice: "Brother Zhigang, it's still early, come to our room."

Zhigang also enjoyed chatting with Wei Wenjing, so he changed and went over. Wei Wenjing had also showered; probably knowing Zhigang was coming, she wore a jacket over her pajamas. Chun'er, however, wore her almost transparent pajamas without a care in the world. After chatting for a while, Chun'er, finding herself unable to get a word in edgewise, said to Zhigang, "Give me your room key, I'm going to watch some TV."

Once Chun'er left, Zhigang fell silent, as did Wei Wenjing, and the two became somewhat awkward. Zhigang thought to himself, "There's no point in saying anything now, might as well go all out and just be impulsive." He grabbed Wei Wenjing and kissed her. Wei Wenjing was startled by his sudden action and struggled to resist his kiss. Seeing her unwillingness and feeling rather foolish, Zhigang let go, sighed, and sat back down on the other bed.

After a moment of silence, Wei Wenjing softly said, "I'm sorry."

Zhigang said, "I should be the one apologizing. I offended you just now."

Wei Wenjing sat down next to Zhigang, resting her head on his shoulder, and said, "It's not that I'm conservative. I'm still a virgin because I haven't met a man I'm willing to give myself to."

Zhigang put his arm around her shoulder and said, "Don't be so picky. Nobody has such high standards when looking for a partner. If you don't meet your ideal man, do you still want to be an old maid?"

"I don't want to be an old maid,"

Wei Wenjing said, also putting her arm around Zhigang's waist. "But I'm a little scared."

"Scared about what?"

"I don't know what I'm scared of. There are no virgins around me anymore. I want a man too, but the longer I keep my virginity, the more afraid I am of losing it."

"Then one day you'll be an old maid. And then, even if a man is around you, you won't want him anymore."

"Nonsense,"

Wei Wenjing blushed and said coquettishly, "You're the one who's an old maid."

Zhigang cupped Wenjing's fair and delicate face, gently touching her lips to his. Her lips moved slightly, and Zhigang sensed the desire in that movement. He leaned in and lightly licked Wenjing's rosy lips with the tip of his tongue.

Her moist, warm lips parted slightly, and Zhigang's tongue continued to gently explore further. Feeling no resistance, he delved into her mouth, searching for her tongue. The moment Wenjing's tongue touched Zhigang's, she suddenly hugged him tightly, her tongue welcoming his and allowing him to explore.

Zhigang felt two small breasts pressing against his chest, very elastic. He knew that small breasts were usually firmer and more sensitive. He lifted Wenjing's coat and gently pinched her nipples through her nightgown. Wenjing trembled all over, as if she were burning. But she didn't know anything else, she just hugged Zhigang even tighter.

Zhigang unbuttoned the top two buttons of her pajamas, his tongue lightly licking her nipples. Wenjing trembled continuously, tilting her head back and closing her eyes, trying her best to suppress the trembling, perhaps even enjoying the sensation.

Zhigang unbuttoned another button, revealing both breasts completely, like two bottomless white jade bowls turned upside down, each with a cherry embedded in the bottom. Zhigang gradually unbuttoned all the buttons, kissing Wenjing's entire body. With all her private parts exposed, there was nothing left to hide, and she relaxed, allowing Zhigang's tongue to gradually move to her more sensitive area. She already felt heat there; when Zhigang's tongue lightly brushed against the area around her labia, it was like a cool breeze, and a strange pleasure, like a numbing sensation, spread throughout her body.

Zhigang saw the labia part again, revealing the hymen inside, with a small hole in the middle. He tried to penetrate it with the tip of his tongue, but it was very tough, and his tongue couldn't break through it. Zhigang then aimed his already hard penis at that spot and slowly pushed it in.

"Ah!"

Wenjing felt pain, so Zhigang stopped for a moment, then continued to push in forcefully. He felt the resistance increasing, and his penis swelled to the point of almost bursting, so he gritted his teeth and thrust in hard.

"Ah!"

Wenjing screamed, and Zhigang felt himself bursting. After a while, he felt that his penis was safe and sound inside the vagina. He moved gently, and the vagina moved with him; he moved again, and the vagina moved again. He slowly and repeatedly thrust in and out, and Wenjing began to cooperate with his thrusts.

Zhigang didn't dare to use too much force and continued to thrust slowly. Gradually, Wenjing cooperated with his thrusts more actively than he did, which made him unconsciously speed up the pace. He knew Wenjing was no longer in pain and was experiencing pleasure, so he increased his intensity, allowing her pleasure to continue to arise and spread.

Her vulva was still quite tight, so Zhigang made himself release as quickly as possible. He was afraid Wenjing couldn't bear it. When he got up, he noticed a patch of bright red blood on the sheets.

Wenjing felt the emptiness inside her vulva and asked, "Is it over?"

Zhigang said, "It's over. You're not a virgin anymore."

Wenjing hugged Zhigang, tears streaming down her face, and said, "A virgin has no inherent value; its value lies in who you give it to." (

Chapter 42, February 12th

) After Zheng Ting, the head of security, became the security captain, the Lixiang Lin Village migrant workers' children's school underwent a complete transformation. Every day during school hours, two security guards had to stand outside the gate, watching the children say goodbye to their parents and enter the school or walk from the school to their parents, ensuring that this small space of only a dozen meters remained within their protection area. After training, the security guards, whether standing or walking, held their heads high, chests out, and stomachs in, displaying a spirited and military bearing, and even saluted each other during shift changes. The parents found the school pleasing to the eye and reassuring. They had indeed learned some grappling and fighting techniques, though their skill levels varied, but they were more than capable of dealing with ordinary troublemakers.

The student whose arm was slashed was named Zheng Tong, sharing the same surname as Zheng Ting. Her mother had visited the school several times to express her gratitude to Zheng Ting. If he hadn't intervened in time, her child might have been stabbed multiple times by the fat man, with unimaginable consequences. She had invited Zheng Ting to dinner several times to express her thanks, but he had refused.

That afternoon, before school ended, Zheng Ting received a call from Zheng Tong's mother, saying she was busy at work and couldn't pick up her child, asking him to take Zheng Tong home. Zheng Ting readily agreed.

Knowing his mother had asked Uncle Zheng to take him, Zheng Tong waited for Zheng Ting at the gatehouse after school. After handing over his shift, Zheng Ting rode an old-fashioned bicycle, letting Zheng Tong sit on the front crossbar, and asked him, "Do you know the way?"

"Yes."

"Okay, give me directions, let's go."

Following Zheng Tong's directions, they rode for half an hour before arriving. His family rented a small, multi-story apartment building from a local farmer. Zheng Tong led Zheng Ting up to the sixth floor, took out his key, and opened the door. Zheng Tong called out, "Mom."

"Yes,"

his mother replied, coming out of the kitchen.

Zheng Ting said in surprise, "You're back already?"

"I just got back. Thank you. Please sit down and have some tea."

"No, I'll go back right away."

Zheng Ting wanted to go home early for dinner, as the cafeteria would close later.

"Since you're already here, you must eat here. I couldn't invite you before, but today is perfect, so please don't be shy." Unable to

refuse her hospitality, Zheng Ting had no choice but to stay. Zheng Tong's mother happily went into the kitchen to busy herself. Zheng Ting looked around the room. It was a converted two-bedroom, two-living-room apartment, rented to two different families. The kitchen belonged to Zheng Tong's family, so their rent was probably higher than the other family's. The bathroom was shared.

Zheng Tong's mother brought the dishes to the table. Although they were home-style dishes, they were quite plentiful, including braised fish, braised chicken, braised pork with radish, and bone broth. Zheng Ting understood that Zheng Tong's mother had nothing to do; she was just cooking at home and had invited him over for dinner. He was a little touched and said, "Zheng Tong's mother, you don't need to be so polite. Even if you're inviting me to dinner, you don't need to cook so much. It's such a waste if we can't finish it." "

It's not a waste. We can put the leftovers in the refrigerator and eat them tomorrow."

Zheng Tong's mother took off her apron and called out, "Tongtong, come out and eat."

Zheng Tong, who was doing his homework in the inner room, answered and ran out to sit at the table. Zheng Tong's mother served Zheng Tong a bowl of rice and said, "Go do your homework after you finish eating."

Zheng Ting saw Zheng Tong's mother take out a bottle of baijiu (Chinese liquor) and quickly said, "Zheng Tong's mother, let's just eat and not drink."

"How can that be? In our hometown, no feast is complete without wine, and today is a formal invitation to dinner, how can we not drink?"

Zheng Ting had met Zheng Tong's mother a few times and talked to her; he knew she was from Anhui and had divorced last year. She worked as a warehouse manager in a Taiwanese-owned toy factory, earning a meager salary and raising her child alone—it wasn't easy for her.

Zheng Tong's mother poured the liquor, raised her glass, and said, "Captain Zheng, let me toast you first."

Zheng Ting said, "Zheng Tong's mother, I'll toast you."

Zheng Tong's mother said, "Don't call me that, it's too formal. My surname is Tong, and my name is Tong Yan, just call me by my name."

"Okay, Tong Yan, that's a nice name. And don't call me Captain anymore, just call me Zheng Ting."

Zheng Tong finished eating, put down his bowl, said to his mother, "I'm going to do my homework,"

and ran into the inner room.

After a few drinks, a blush rose on Tong Yan's face, and Zheng Ting noticed that this woman was quite pretty. She wore her work clothes to pick up and drop off her child every day and didn't wear makeup, so Zheng Ting had never paid attention to her appearance. Now, seeing her oval face with its rosy glow, and her long, willow-leaf eyebrows framed by slightly upturned phoenix eyes, Zheng Ting's heart fluttered. He thought, "Country women just don't know how to dress up; otherwise, they wouldn't be any less attractive than city women.

" Tong Yan said, "Brother Zheng Ting, you know it's not easy for a woman raising a child alone, and I'm often bullied. I want to ask you for a favor; I wonder if you'll agree ?"

"What is it? You have to tell me before I can answer."

"I want Zheng Tong to recognize you as his godfather. Look, he also has the surname Zheng; isn't this fate?"

Zheng Ting said, "That's it? No problem. I like Zheng Tong; I'll take him as my godson. I'll buy him a gift another day."

Tong Yan stood up and said, "I'll toast you again."

Zheng Ting also stood up and drank it all in one gulp. He glanced at his watch and said, "I should go."

Fueled by alcohol, Tong Yan grabbed him and said, "Don't go. Take me tonight."

Zheng Ting hesitated; he was going to see Zhichun that night. Seeing his silence, Tong Yan kissed him, reaching out to grab his already erect penis.

Zheng Ting said, "Although I'm not married, I already have a woman."

"I don't want you to marry me, let me be your mistress?"

"I'm not prepared at all. I really have something to do today, let's talk about it next time, okay?"

Zheng Ting rode his bike towards school, the wind comforting his burning face. He felt a void in his heart, and a pang of regret. What if he had stayed and slept with this widow? He could have gone to Zhichun's place later; there was plenty of time.

He stopped, one foot on the ground, wanting to turn back. After a moment's hesitation, he decided against it; there would be other opportunities.

Zheng Ting rode his bike directly to the migrant workers' home. The gate wasn't locked yet. He greeted the gatekeeper, Third Brother, whom he had only recently met. It was still early; Zhichun should be studying at Zhihong's house next door. He took the key Zhichun had given him, opened the door, and went inside.

This was the first time he had used a key to open a door, and it made him feel like he was coming home. He thought of the widow Tong Yan; she was a nice woman, but there was no way he would ever be willing to marry her. Zhichun was the only woman he wanted to marry.

Zheng Ting turned on the TV and lay down on the bed to watch. Just as he finished watching the evening news on CCTV-1, Zhichun opened the door and came in. He asked, somewhat surprised, "It's only 10:30, why are you back already?"

Zhihong put down her book, slipped her hand inside his collar, and stroked his chest muscles, saying, "I knew you might come earlier today, so I came back first. What time did you arrive?"

"Just a little while ago. I wanted to come earlier, but a student's parent invited me to dinner tonight."

"You've only been there a few days, and a student's parent has already invited you?"

"It's the parent of the student who was stabbed last time, saying they wanted to thank me for saving her son."

"You've become quite capable now. I was thinking of transferring you closer, but I didn't expect you to manage it yourself."

"It's not that I've become more capable, it's just that I've been lucky lately. Take that merit award from the Public Security Bureau, for example. I just glanced at it while passing by, and they chased me like crazy. Who knew I'd get a merit award?"

"Even if that was luck, stopping that fat guy at the elementary school wasn't luck, was it?"

"But without the luck from before, there wouldn't have been any school incident."

"You're quite modest, it seems you weren't like this before."

“The more books a person reads, the more they realize their own ignorance, and that makes them more humble.”

“Why do I feel like you’re still bragging? Showing off how many books you’ve read?”

Zheng Ting picked up Zhichun and kissed her, saying, “You can never have too many books, and you can never have too much sex.”

Zhichun said, “I want to take a shower.”

“I’ll shower with you.”

It was their first time showering together. As they scrubbed every inch of each other’s bodies, their bodies were ignited by each other. Zhichun’s family only had a shower, not a bathtub. Zheng Ting lifted Zhichun’s legs, positioning the opening directly in front of his penis, and entered. He held Zhichun like this, taking a step and bouncing, his penis twitching inside her, a unique sensation. Reaching the bedside, he placed Zhichun on the bed, letting her lie down while he attacked her standing up. Under the light, he could clearly see his penis entering and exiting the opening, seeing the outer edge of her labia moving in and out as his penis moved in and out. At this moment, his mind wandered, wondering if the labia of a young girl were like that too.

Zhichun sat up abruptly on the bed, then quickly fell back down, slamming her head against the bed with a loud thud. She then writhed, letting out loud, urgent cries. Zheng Ting was consumed, plunging himself entirely into her cavern, melting into its fluids.

Zheng Ting lay down beside Zhichun, embracing her, and said, "Zhichun, I've never slept a night with you before. I'm not leaving tonight."

Zhichun looked at him with her beautiful eyes and asked, "Then you'll go back early?"

"No, I'll get up with you."

"Aren't you going to work tomorrow?"

"There's a meeting at headquarters tomorrow. General Manager Zhang Guiling specifically asked me to attend."

"Oh."

Zhichun understood and said, "I'll attend tomorrow too."

"You're attending too?"

Zheng Ting found it a little strange. "What are you doing right now that you can attend this meeting?"

Zhichun smiled and said, "Let me tell you, Xiao Cui is about to give birth, so I'm temporarily taking over her duties."

"Xiao Cui?"

Zheng Ting didn't know who she was.

"It's Zhou Ying, President Zhou."

"So, you're my boss's boss

now?" "Not anymore. You're no longer under my jurisdiction after you're transferred to the school."

"Then why didn't you transfer me here sooner?"

"I know men don't want to rely on women, so I was afraid you'd be unhappy if I transferred you here. I was also afraid that if you were too close to me, you'd only think about sex all day and wouldn't study properly. You have a contract."

"Don't worry. I'll definitely abide by the contract. But you're right, I don't like relying on you to transfer me here."

"If I had really transferred you here, you wouldn't be as successful as you are now."

Zheng Ting scratched his head and said, "Really. Zhichun, I've discovered you're my lucky star."

"Then hurry up and marry your lucky star."

The next morning's meeting was a meeting of branch managers chaired by Zhigang. When the topic of migrant workers' children's schools came up, Guiling called Zheng Ting into the meeting room.

“Zheng Ting,”

Gui Ling said, “could you give us a brief overview of the security team at Lixiang School?”

Zheng Ting recounted the incident, starting with the fat man's attack, explaining how it was resolved, his thoughts on the matter, and how the security team was trained and utilized, how security duties were standardized, and how the security area was expanded. After he finished, Gui Ling said, “The Lixiang School security team has set a good example and inspired our thinking. When we're building our brand and setting standards, the security team was originally a secondary focus. However, Zheng Ting and Lixiang have already taken the lead, so I think we should adjust the order and prioritize the standardization and normalization of security work. The image of the security personnel themselves serves as a window into the company, which is more effective in building a positive company image.”

“It seems you already have a mature idea?”

Zhi Gang said.

“I have an idea, but it's not necessarily mature,”

Gui Ling said.

“Tell me about it.”

“I want to establish a security department to manage the security teams of all schools, with unified standards, unified training, and unified management. This way, all the security guards in all schools will have the same image, be uniform, and represent the image of Lincun Company.”

“Good idea,”

Lan Hua said. “However, I think Gui Ling is right; this idea isn’t mature enough.”

“Oh,”

Zhi Gang said. “Tell me why it’s not mature enough?”

“Since the security teams in the schools represent the image of Lincun Company, it shouldn’t be limited to the schools. All security guards should have the same image, including those in the migrant workers’ homes and the Lincun Association.”

Zhi Gang said, “You mean this security department shouldn’t just be for the migrant workers’ schools, but for the Lincun headquarters?”

Gui Ling said, “That would be even better, a one-step solution, avoiding the need to expand it further.”

Zhi Gang said to Zheng Ting, “Gui Ling originally wanted to make an exception and appoint you as the head of security, but it seems you’ll have to be given a bigger position.”

Zhi Chun couldn’t help but interject, “Zhi Gang, can I say something?”

“Of course you can. You have quite a few security personnel on your side.”

“I think it’s fine to let Zheng Ting promote his experience at Lixiang School, but it’s probably not appropriate for him to be a minister.”

“Why not?”

“He was promoted too quickly.”

Everyone laughed as soon as Zhichun said this. Zhigang also laughed and said, “Isn’t being promoted quickly a bad thing?”

“Of course not.”

“Tell me why.”

“First, he’s easily arrogant and thinks he’s something special; second, he lacks experience—managing a large department and managing a school’s security team are completely different things; third…”

Zhichun wanted to say that Zheng Ting’s personal time was decreasing, making it even harder for him to get his diploma, but she remembered it wasn’t appropriate to say that in this setting, so she held back.

“What’s the third?”

Zhigang pressed.

“I won’t go into the third. In short, I think being promoted too quickly is inappropriate.”

Zhichun’s words elicited soft laughter from everyone.

“That makes sense,”

Zhigang said. “So, can you recommend a suitable candidate?”

Zhichun was taken aback and said, “Where can I recommend someone?”

“I don’t have anyone to recommend either,”

Zhigang continued. “The company is developing at an extraordinary pace right now, so we need to be bold in using people in unconventional ways. We should recruit talent without being bound by convention. Besides, I think the establishment of the security department at headquarters is only temporary; it can develop into a security company in the future.”

“Oh,”

Lanhua said, “Another company has been created.”

“Zheng Ting,”

Zhigang said, looking at Zheng Ting, “I’ll give you space and opportunities, but not a fixed position. Zhichun is right that you’ve risen too quickly. Here’s how it works: you’ll lead the establishment of the head office’s security department. You set the conditions—people and guns as needed—and make the company’s security team a sight to behold. Then we’ll see how it goes. If everyone here thinks you’ve done a good job, the position of head of the security department will be yours. If a security company is established in the future, the general manager will naturally be the head of the department. But if everyone thinks you haven’t done a good job, then we’ll see how it goes. You might be assigned to be the head of security for the school area, or you can stay in your current position. Are you in or not?”

Zheng Ting said, “I’ll do it. I believe I can be the head of security.” “You’re quite confident

. It seems others’ opinions have spurred you on. However,”

Zhigang’s tone became serious, “our agreement remains valid and cannot be affected. Understand?”

“I understand,”

Zheng Ting said confidently, “Don’t worry, I will definitely do it.”

“What? You have an agreement?”

Lan Hua asked curiously, “What agreement?”

“Yes, what agreement?”

Gui Ling was also puzzled.

Zhichun blushed, glancing shyly at Zheng Ting. Zheng Ting was also glancing at her.

Zhigang smiled mysteriously and said, "This is between him and me, so you shouldn't ask."

"No. This needs to be asked,"

Guiling said. "It's not just between the two of you anymore; it concerns the selection of our soon-to-be security minister, a major company matter that needs to be discussed at the meeting."

"Yes,"

Lanhua asked, "You two have known each other for a long time?"

"More than just knowing each other

," Zhigang said. "If I didn't sign an agreement with him, he'd probably be my second brother-in-law."

Everyone understood a little, but not entirely, and looked at the blushing Zhichun and the embarrassed Zheng Ting.

Guiling persisted, pressing Zhigang for details: "What's the agreement about?" "

Ask the parties involved about the agreement. Meeting adjourned."

Zhigang said, standing up and leaving the meeting. Zhichun was immediately grabbed by Guiling and Lanhua.

Zhigang's revelation of the agreement clearly indicated his acceptance of Zhichun and Zheng Ting's relationship, and also demonstrated his recognition and appreciation of Zheng Ting's work abilities. Guiling and Lanhua finally understood what had happened, and they egged Zhichun and Zhengting on to treat everyone. Guiling said, "Arrange a table at the clubhouse tonight, and let Zhigang pay. He said he'd give us whatever we wanted, and we only need this meal."

After dinner, Zhigang drank and couldn't concentrate on his book. Guiling and Lanhua, who were in the next office, had gone home and, feeling bored, went to visit Xiaofang at the migrant workers' home. Xiaofang was already quite mobile and didn't need the Dailan sisters' help anymore, but she was still weak and needed to rest for a while. Her once pale face now had some color in it, and her large, beautiful eyes blinked at Zhigang, filled with gratitude.

Zhigang asked her, "Xiaofang, what was your educational background before?"

"I only went to the first year of high school before I was tricked into becoming a prostitute. My grades were excellent, always among the top in my grade. I was sure I'd get into a good university, but coming to Shanghai ruined everything."

Zhigang comforted her, "It's okay, everything can be started over. Going to university is one way of life, not going to university is another. Who knows which is more fulfilling?"

At this moment, Dailan came in and said to Zhigang, "Xiaofang is recovering well; she can start working again in another two weeks."

Zhigang asked Xiaofang, "What are your plans for the future?"

"I don't know,"

Xiaofang said, "I definitely won't go back to the KTV."

"If you have nowhere to go, stay here. I'll ask Guiling to arrange a suitable job for you."

"Thank you, Mr. Feng. I don't know how to thank you enough."

Dailan said, "We're in the same boat, we've received a great favor from Mr. Feng, we don't know how to thank you enough."

"No need to thank me. It's not easy being away from home, and it's only right to support each other."

Zhigang gave Xiaofang a few words of advice, telling her to take care of her health before returning to work, then took his leave and went into the room of the Dailan sisters. When Daiju saw him, she rushed over and hugged and kissed him. Zhigang was now very fond of this rustic and energetic peasant woman, and he had missed her after only a few days. Although he had many women, he couldn't have any whenever he wanted; on the contrary, he often found himself without a woman to sleep with at night. Daiju filled that void, just like having a wife.

Zhigang unbuttoned Daiju's blouse, freeing her breasts, which bounced like two rabbits. He pounced on them and gently bit into one of her nipples with his teeth. These two nipples, which had been nursing, were a deep purple-red like mulberries, and they tasted sweet.

Under his caresses, Daiju was already breathing heavily and couldn't help but moan softly. She grabbed one of Zhigang's hands and guided him to touch her labia.

Zhigang buried his head between Daiju's legs, letting the flower bloom under his tongue. The outer two layers of labia resembled petals, the inner flesh like a stamen, and dewdrops on the stamen like pearls. Zhigang laid Daiju flat on the bed and began to enjoy the pleasure of his jade stem slowly entering her vagina, each moment being tightly enveloped. Her jade lips wrapped around his jade pillar, making it feel as if he were being held tightly by another person, unable to breathe.

When Daiju reached her climax, Zhigang ejaculated all his essence into her tightly wrapped vagina.

Daiju wrapped her arms around Zhigang's neck and said, "Mr. Feng, don't leave tonight. I still want you."

"If I don't leave, where will Dailan sleep?"

"She sleeps with Xiaofang."

"Okay, then I won't leave."

Zhigang stroked her round body, unwilling to abandon her and return to his cold apartment. He wanted to get married again, thinking of his promise to Xinyi. He should be content to marry Xinyi, so what was he waiting for?

He decided to go back and discuss the marriage with Xinyi. His parents were overjoyed when they found out.

Zhigang spent two days handling company matters, freeing up a few days for himself, before driving back to his hometown.

At dusk, Zhigang drove into his yard. His mother was calling the chickens at the gate. Seeing her son return, she happily called out to her husband, "Zhigang's dad, Zhigang's back!"

Zhigang's father came out of the house and asked his son, "Aren't you very busy? Is there something you need to do back home?"

"Nothing. I just came back to visit my parents."

"You still have this kind of filial piety?"

Zhigang's mother said disapprovingly, "Hurry up and get me a wife, that's filial piety."

Zhigang's father took out a cigarette from his pocket, put one in his mouth, then took out a lighter and lit it, saying, "Your mother is right. Of the three unfilial acts, the greatest is having no offspring. Don't you want us to hold our grandchildren while we're still alive?"

"How could we?"

Zhigang said, "You're both in such good health, you'll even see your great-grandchildren. Wanting a grandchild isn't difficult, maybe one day before I'm even married, I'll bring you back a big grandson."

"I don't care what you do, as long as you bring me back a grandson, I'll be happy,"

his mother said.

Zhigang took out two packs of Zhonghua cigarettes from the car and handed them to his father, saying, "Dad, here, have some." He then opened the trunk and took out several cases of aged Maotai liquor from a neighboring village. Dad said, "I haven't finished the wine you brought last time."

"It's okay, drink slowly. If you can't finish it, you can give some to the neighbors to try."

Mom said unhappily, "You brat, always bringing wine and cigarettes, all you know is to be filial to your dad, what about your old mother?"

"Yes. Mom, I bought you some clothes."

Zhigang took out a down jacket, a wool coat, and several spring and autumn clothes from the car, saying, "Mom, this down jacket is for you to wear in winter, you need to keep warm as you get older. The coat is for Dad, so he can look good when he goes to the market in town. And these spring and autumn clothes are for you too."

Mom held up the brightly colored spring and autumn clothes and said, "These aren't for me, they're for you to use when you get married, right? You can't get a wife, so you're trying to fool me?"

"No. Mom, you don't know, nowadays old ladies in the city dress more brightly than young girls."

“I won’t wear it, let your mother-in-law wear it. Put it away quickly, I’ll go cook some dishes, you two can have a few drinks.”

Zhigang said, “Mom, cook a few more dishes, Daming and Chenyou are coming over for dinner tonight.”

Zhigang had spoken to Xinyi on the phone and asked her to bring Daming and the others over for dinner. Zhigang’s father moved a small table into the yard and sat down to chat with Zhigang. At this moment, Zhichun’s son, Xiaoyong, walked into the yard with his schoolbag on his back. Seeing Zhigang, he greeted him warmly, “Uncle, you’re back.”

Zhigang asked, “Xiaoyong, when did you move into Grandpa’s house?”

“I moved here when school started.”

Xiaoyong snuggled up to Zhigang, took out his phone from his pocket, and sat down at the table to play games.

Zhigang’s mother brought the dishes to the table, just as Xinyi, Daming, Chenyou, Cunmei, and Hongxia returned together, and the yard was immediately filled with laughter.

Zhigang’s father had a few drinks and then ate dinner. He and Zhigang’s mother took Xiaoyong inside to watch TV, leaving them to make a ruckus outside. Midway through the drinking session, Cunmei asked, "Zhigang, why didn't you bring Zhihong back? She doesn't want Chen You, and Chen You will be divided up by the village women."

Zhigang said, "Don't you miss Daqun? Daqun will be kept by a rich woman in the city."

Cunmei pouted and said, "Does he still have that ability? Fine, tell him to send more money back, I'll keep a man too."

Zhigang thought of Xiaowu and asked, "How are Xiaowu and Qiuzhen doing?"

Cunmei said, "Xiaowu's mother doesn't agree, she's still nagging." Cunmei

raised her glass to Zhigang and said, "On behalf of my sister-in-law and her sister, I'm toasting you. They called to say that thanks to your help, Daiju's life was saved."

Zhigang said, "It's not that serious. It was just a small favor, it's what I should do."

Daming said, "It's getting late, let's wrap this up. We all have to go to work tomorrow."

"Okay,"

Zhigang said, "I'll go to the construction site first thing tomorrow morning."

Not long after Zhigang took a shower, Xinyi quietly came in wearing her pajamas. She pounced on Zhigang on the bed, straddled him, and slowly sat down on his hard, erect penis, allowing it to enter her. Then, sitting on the base of his thighs, she said, "Okay, now let's talk."

Zhigang rubbed her breasts with both hands and said, "You're so thirsty. I'm sorry for making you suffer."

Xinyi pressed her hands against Zhigang's shoulders, moving up and down, her beautiful eyes gazing at him affectionately, saying, "To be able to enjoy this kind of pleasure after

leaving the monastic life, I'm already satisfied." Zhigang felt the rhythm of her lips opening and closing faster, knowing her orgasm would come quickly. He flipped her over and straddled her, attacking her rapidly and relentlessly, filling her with extreme pleasure from the moment she reached orgasm until it subsided. Xinyi entered a state of ecstasy, screaming loudly, as Zhigang pounded her like a pile driver until she was completely submerged.

Zhigang remained hard, filling her space. It wasn't until her third orgasm that Zhigang and she were destroyed together.

"Did you come back for something?"

Xinyi asked.

"No, I just came here specifically to see you?"

"Really?"

Xin Yi felt a sweet joy in her heart.

"Really. I wanted to discuss marriage with you."

Xin Yi stopped talking, remained silent for a while, and said, "Let's wait and see."

"What, you don't want to get married anymore?"

Zhi Gang felt a little strange.

"It's not that I don't want to get married. It's just that the situation is different."

"What happened? Have you fallen in love with someone else?"

"No. Don't ask, I won't tell you. Give me some time, I'll tell you in a few months."

Zhi Gang was somewhat disappointed. He had come full of hope, but he never expected this result. He couldn't understand what the reason was.

Chapter 043 He Couldn't Marry Xin Yi

Zhi Gang couldn't understand why Xin Yi couldn't marry him, and even Xin Yi herself couldn't have imagined what would happen beforehand.

That night, around 10 o'clock, Xin Yi took a shower, took a tool from her toolbox, leaned against the headboard, spread her legs, inserted the device into her vagina, closed her eyes, slowly savored it, and hummed comfortably. She wanted to prolong this pleasure and wait for the climax to arrive. Just then, the door was quietly pushed open. She didn't hear a sound, but Xiao Yong came in. After moving in, he also lived on the second floor. He had gotten up to use the bathroom because he needed to urinate. Passing by Xin Yi's room, he heard Aunt Xin Yi moaning inside. Not knowing what she was doing, he tried turning the handle and pushing the door. The door opened. Xin Yi had lived alone on the second floor for a long time and was used to not locking the door. She hadn't noticed that Xiao Yong had moved in, let alone thought about preventing the child from seeing her.

Xiao Yong opened the door and saw Aunt Xin Yi sitting naked on the bed facing him, a vibrating dildo inserted into her vagina. Although he was only 13 years old, he had seen a lot of things online and often fantasized about such things, but he didn't know what it was all about. The less he knew, the more mysterious it seemed, and the more he wanted to know. His penis, which was already hard from needing to urinate, now became truly hard. With a shout of joy, he climbed onto the bed, took out the dildo, and before Xin Yi could react, he thrust his penis inside.

Xin Yi was dumbfounded. The boy, raised in the countryside, was strong, quick, and energetic, giving Xin Yi no time to react. His little penis, once erect, was only the thickness of a thumb and one and a half times the length of a thumb. It wasn't nearly as comfortable as having a tool inserted completely, but being a living thing, it was very hard, like a stick thrusting and pounding inside, yet it brought Xin Yi a unique kind of pleasure.

Unable to control herself, Xinyi let Xiaoyong's penis thrust wildly inside her, and she screamed with pleasure. Xiaoyong even ejaculated. Having had his fill inside, Xiaoyong happily said to Xinyi, "Aunt Xinyi, I want you to be my wife."

Xinyi was both ashamed and bewildered. What could she do? If word got out, everyone would condemn her, assuming she had seduced a child. If she said Xiaoyong had raped her, who would believe her?

"Don't do this again,"

Xinyi quickly put on her pajamas and said to Xiaoyong, "This is a very ugly thing, you can't do it anymore."

"No. I want to do it. I don't think it's ugly,"

Xinyi said sternly, "Auntie won't let you do it again."

Xiaoyong hugged Xinyi, pleading, "I want to do it. I want to do it."

Xiaoyong's face pressed tightly against Xinyi's breasts, rubbing against her until she became aroused and couldn't help but moan. Xiaoyong found it strange; why was Aunt Xinyi suddenly not talking and moaning, and even writhing her body? He was a natural; watching his aunt rub her breasts with both hands as she moved, he joined in, and his penis hardened again. He lifted the hem of Xinyi's nightgown, revealing a hole that was very large for his penis, and thrust inside. Xinyi immediately hugged him and they began to thrust back. This time, Xiaoyong lasted a long time, until Xinyi hugged him frantically, slammed and rolled around, before he ejaculated his immature essence for the second time. Xinyi continued to fuss for a while before calming down.

Afterwards, Xinyi told Xiaoyong, "Don't tell anyone about this. Not Dad, Mom, Grandpa, Grandma, or Grandpa and Grandma on either side. Understand?"

"I understand,"

Xiaoyong said happily, climbing onto Xinyi's breasts, "I'm sleepy."

Soon, Xiaoyong fell asleep. Xinyi then became frightened and worried about the future. She knew that once Xiaoyong had tasted the pleasure, he wouldn't give up easily and would often seek her out. The problem was that no one could know, but could a child keep such a secret for long?

But she was already unable to resist. The boy, lacking any sense of rhythm, wanted it every night, and he forced himself on her, thrusting his penis into her vagina as soon as he got inside. She wanted to refuse, but Xiao Yong insisted, and she was afraid that if he made too much noise, Zhi Gang's parents downstairs would hear. The worst part was that once Xiao Yong's penis entered her vagina, she couldn't resist, and she enjoyed it immensely, hugging him and thrusting back, even experiencing orgasms. This was undoubtedly a huge encouragement to Xiao Yong.

Xin Yi felt guilty, feeling sorry for Zhi Gang, his parents, and Zhi Chun, but she couldn't solve the problem. She thought about moving out, but Xiao Yong actually threatened her, saying, "If you don't do it for me, I'll tell my grandparents." She never expected to be controlled by a child.

In the morning, Zhi Gang and Xin Yi went to the construction site together and saw that the office building had been topped out, and Daming was leading the workers in the interior installation. Although it was only three stories high, it was the only high-rise building within a dozen kilometers. Behind the office building, warehouses, cold storage, laboratories, dormitories, processing workshops, etc., were basically completed. Xinyi explained that pig and poultry farming follows a "farmer-plus-base" model. The base signs breeding and purchasing agreements with farmers, technicians guide farmers in raising livestock according to standards, and the base inspects and purchases the produce. This model is flexible and adaptable; it can be scaled up or down quickly, allowing for rapid expansion during major disasters that livestock farming fears, such as epidemics or market downturns. Once the crisis passes, it can be expanded again, minimizing losses while seizing opportunities.

Xinyi led Zhigang into the temporary office space, a two-story building set up by Daming for workers. The first floor was for offices, and the second for living quarters. Daming's construction team offices, Xinyi's base's general office, and the technicians' offices were all located there, totaling seven or eight rooms. Xinyi was working in the general office. When they entered, Cunmei and Hongxia were receiving several women, chattering away. Zhigang listened for a while before understanding what they were saying. Actually, there wasn't much going on; two women had signed up for dancing, and two others were inquiring about joining the cooperative. As soon as Xinyi entered, they surrounded her. They felt that Cunmei and Hongxia couldn't make the decision, and that Xinyi could solve the problem. Xinyi had no choice but to ask Cunmei to accompany Zhigang on the tour.

Cunmei led Zhigang to the technician's office next door, where only one person was drawing diagrams on a blackboard on the wall, explaining to two women and an old man. Cunmei said, "The technician's office occupies three rooms; they're currently guiding the work at each household."

They left the construction site and headed towards the pig farm outside the village. Cunmei explained that although each household raised their own pigs, the pig farm was uniformly built on that wasteland outside the village, constructed according to standards. This facilitated feed preparation, disease prevention, manure disposal, pigpen cleaning, and sanitation, and being far from individual houses was also beneficial for household hygiene. Every night, each household took turns sending someone to guard the farm to prevent theft, livestock escape, and wild animal attacks.

Beyond the pig farm lay the village, where large areas were planted with various vegetables. Cunmei explained that the cooperative's vegetable cultivation is mostly concentrated here, with only a few households having plots elsewhere. They insist on this concentration because, even within the same village, the soil's nutrient composition varies, and consolidation makes it easier to monitor soil indicators. There are no greenhouses here; they only grow seasonal vegetables, not off-season ones, so greenhouses are unnecessary. Although it's the off-season, many women are busy in the fields, weeding, watering, and applying manure. They only use manure, not chemical fertilizers.

Cunmei led Zhigang through this large vegetable field to the foot of Daishan Mountain. Cunmei continued uphill, and Zhigang asked, "Where are you going?"

Cunmei smiled and said, "Zhigang, let me accompany you up the mountain. You haven't been back for a long time."

"Okay!"

Zhigang was intrigued; where in the big city could he find the opportunity to climb mountains?

They followed the mountain path over a small hill, and then Cunmei left the path to walk up a grassy slope. As a child, Zhigang liked to avoid established paths and climb hillsides at will. Reaching a sunny spot where the grass was quite tall, Cunmei stopped, turned around, and embraced Zhigang, kissing him. The feeling of holding her was similar to that of Daiju—round and plump, strong and energetic. It was already autumn, but the sun felt warm on their skin. Zhigang carried her into the grass, and after kissing her enough, he spread her coat and his own on the grass for her to lie down. Cunmei lay there smiling, letting Zhigang unbutton her shirt, remove her tight underwear, and take off her bra. Her breasts looked like two lumps of dough, each topped with a cherry. Zhigang smacked his lips on the cherry, making Cunmei giggle. She said, "Son, your mother has no milk for you."

Zhigang laughed, "Damn it, you're taking advantage of me."

He then kneaded her breasts vigorously, like kneading dough, making Cunmei beg for mercy, "Ouch! Zhigang, be gentle, you're hurting me."

Zhigang unbuckled her belt and unzipped her pants. Her flat abdomen, like the rest of her body, was taut and elastic. This little woman's flesh was firm, smooth and comfortable to touch, unlike the soft flesh of city women that you dared not use force on. A few black hairs peeked out below her navel, swaying in the wind, as if beckoning Zhigang to venture deeper. He pulled his pants down further, revealing a lush, sun-drenched area. Cunmei had a lot of body hair, so this area was also abundant, larger than other women's. Below, her vulva was exposed, her labia swaying like seaweed, not in water but in the sunlight, the surrounding hair already damp with the fluid oozing from within.

Zhigang pulled down his pants completely, his hands stroking from his thighs to his toes, then spread his legs, exposing the flower to the sunlight. He gently pried open the labia, letting the inner walls bask in the sun, then asked, "You've never seen the sun in here before, let me let it get some sun, is it warm?"

Cunmei giggled incessantly, saying, "No, it's not warm, it just feels so cold when the wind blows inside."

Zhigang licked it with his tongue, and indeed it wasn't very warm. He saw the flower's core swell and swell, suddenly gushing out a large amount of liquid, like a spring, which then stopped after a while. At this moment, Cunmei's giggles turned into moans, her body twisting, crying out, "Zhigang, hurry, hurry and fuck me. Ah."

Zhigang inserted his already hard penis, and Cunmei cried out, "Ah—"

She let out a long sigh, embraced Zhigang, and began to rotate her lower body, turning faster and faster like a millstone. Zhigang's rhythm quickened accordingly. Suddenly, Cunmei cried

out, "Ah!" Her body arched and then fell back down, screaming repeatedly, "Ah! Ah! Ah!"

The sound carried far on the wind, echoing back from the distant mountain walls: "Ah! Ah! Ah!"

Zhigang vanished into her cave, disappearing without a trace. He himself ceased to exist; only his hearing remained—the whistling wind, Cunmei's continuous moans, even the sound of sunlight falling on her back.

Cunmei clung tightly to Zhigang, letting him continue to press down on her, her body flattened like dough.

“Zhigang,”

Cunmei said, “I want you so much.”

Zhigang smiled and asked her, “Do you want my whole body, or do you want me to fuck you?”

Cunmei giggled again and said, “I can’t have your whole body, I just want you to fuck me.”

“How long has it been since you’ve fucked a man?”

“What do you think? Last time was with you.”

“Really? I don’t believe it. There are quite a few men in the village now, I don’t believe you don’t cheat.”

“Believe it or not.”

Zhigang was right, Cunmei wasn’t telling the truth. Her temporary man was Chen You, Zhigang’s brother-in-law, she was too embarrassed to say.

They spent the morning being intimate, Zhigang entered her three times, bringing her to orgasm six times.

When they parted, Cunmei whispered in Zhigang’s ear, “Meet me at the same time tomorrow morning, in the same place.”

After saying that, she ran away without waiting for Zhigang’s reply.

Zhigang returned home, it was past lunchtime, and no one was home. He saw that there was food in the refrigerator, so he heated it up on the gas stove and ate.

After eating, Zhigang went out to check on the construction site again. From afar, he could see a large group of people on the threshing ground in Pengjia Village, and he could hear music coming from there. As he approached, he saw a dozen or so elderly women dancing, being taught by a woman who looked like a city dweller, surrounded by onlookers. Getting closer, he discovered his mother was also there.

Hongxia was squatting by the edge of the field, fiddling with a portable speaker. Seeing Zhigang arrive, she stood up and said, "The teachers from the town's cultural center are here today, teaching erhu, flute, calligraphy, painting, and singing. They're all in the construction site office."

Zhigang said, "I'll go take a look."

Before he even reached the office, he could hear the sounds of erhu, flute, and women singing. Zhigang first went into the room where the erhu was coming from; inside were three women learning the erhu. In another room, four women were learning the flute; in the third room, two women were learning the pipa; in the fourth room, four or five people were practicing singing; and in the fifth, a large room, seven or eight people were learning calligraphy and painting.

Xinyi was watching Li Wenbo, the head of the town's cultural center, teach a woman calligraphy. Seeing Zhigang arrive, she came over and said, "Today is Saturday, it's activity day. Head Li

and his teacher came to teach for half a day." Zhigang greeted Head Li and then said to Xinyi, "This activity is excellent; you should continue it. How do you plan to arrange the activity venue in the future?"

"I'll reserve a few rooms in the dormitory area as a club. Not only can we have activities on weekends, but employees can also use it after work—playing ball, dancing, anything."

"Xinyi,"

Zhigang said, "could you establish a senior citizens' dance team, a farmers' women's band, and train a few singers? I'll arrange for them to perform in Shanghai."

"Sure. I'll have the teacher choreograph some rural-themed dances; I guarantee they'll be eye-catching."

"Also, you can hold your own evening parties and an art exhibition at the town's cultural center."

"Head Li has already made arrangements for that. But we'll have to wait until their calligraphy and painting skills improve."

"Great. After the exhibition, take it to Shanghai and exhibit it at the neighboring village's guild hall. It'll definitely be novel and unique, and very popular."

“The names could be ‘Lin Village Farmers’ Senior Dance Troupe,’ ‘Lin Village Farmers’ Orchestra,’ or ‘Lin Village Farmers’ Calligraphy and Painting Exhibition.’ They can become the face of the Lin Village company.”

“Xinyi, this job is in your hands. You need to organize it well.”

Xinyi didn’t answer. She hesitated about what to do next; she might have to leave the Lin Village company soon. If the scandal got out, it would be bad for both the company and herself.

Zhigang watched with great interest all afternoon. At the end, he asked Xinyi, “Are you taking them home tonight?”

“They’ll stay in the village tonight. We’ll teach for half a day tomorrow morning and they’ll go home in the afternoon. Usually, we only teach for half a day, and after dinner, we’ll send them back to town. Today, because they happened to have some free time, we’re keeping them for an extra half day.”

“Where is dinner arranged?”

“At your house tonight. Your mother must have gone home early to cook.” After

the students went home, the teachers packed up the instruments and equipment, put them in Xinyi’s office, and then went with them to Zhigang’s house.

Li Wenbo was quite a heavy drinker and had a forthright personality. After a few drinks, he started recounting literary anecdotes and legendary tales about painters. The erhu teacher, Hu Wenjuan, also had a good capacity for alcohol. Around thirty years old, she graduated from the Shanghai University School of Music and was now a music teacher at the town's middle school. Zhigang, hearing that she and Chun'er went to the same school, asked, "Do you know Professor Gu Chenxi?"

Hu Wenjuan replied, "More than just know him. He teaches us music theory. I've even accompanied him in his solo concerts."

The flute teacher, Guan Zhaotian, was also a music teacher at the town's middle school and a graduate of the local teachers' college. The pipa teacher, Zhou Mingyue, was a classical beauty. When she played the pipa, Zhigang felt she was Wang Zhaojun. She was the deputy secretary of the town's Youth League Committee, and playing the pipa was a hobby. The dance teacher, Zhao Xiaoyan, was a technician at the town's agricultural technology station. And then there was Cao Lang, a famous painter in the county and quite well-known in the province.

As the wine flowed freely, Zhigang said, "Gentlemen, I have an idea."

Everyone quieted down to listen to Zhigang: "Thank you for your help and support to the Lincun Cooperative and the base. I will go back and suggest to the company's board of directors that you be appointed as honorary employees of the Shanghai Lincun Company, and that you be invited to Shanghai several times a year to perform, interact with employees, teach them musical instruments and painting, and hold calligraphy and painting exhibitions. We will also organize personnel from Shanghai to come to the town and village. What do you think?"

"Great!"

everyone agreed in unison.

Li Wenbo said, "President Feng, I suggest that the Shanghai Lincun Company and the town's cultural station establish a partnership, organizing several regular exchange activities each year. The cultural industry is just starting to heat up, and establishing a partnership between a company and a cultural department is an innovation."

"Great!"

Zhigang raised his glass and said, "Director Li, let's have a drink, and this matter is settled. I'll send someone to sign an agreement with you next time."

The next morning, Zhigang went up the mountain and found that it wasn't Cunmei waiting for him, but Hongxia. He kissed Hongxia's already blushing face and asked, "Why is it you? Did Cunmei send you?"

Hongxia nodded, then closed her eyes and cooperated with Zhigang's kiss. Zhigang sucked on her nimble tongue, tasting that sweet flavor again.

The sun was still shining brightly, warmly bathing them. Zhigang freed Hongxia's small breasts; after several months, they were still full and firm, strong and elastic. Zhigang gently pinched her nipples, and Hongxia moaned; her breasts were still so sensitive.

Zhigang asked her, "Daming is at home, and you still want me to do you?"

Hongxia buried her head in Zhigang's shoulder and said, "I like you."

Zhigang kissed her small, firm breasts and said, "I like you too."

The cherries on her breasts were swollen. Zhigang's tongue moved downwards, across the firm, flat plain, finding that equally small and delicate flower. It resembled a daffodil, its petals spreading outwards, with a second ring of petals surrounding the red stamen in the center. Several water droplets clung to the stamen, swelling until they could no longer bear the weight and rolled off, only to condense new droplets. Zhigang caught the rolling droplets with his tongue. When his tongue touched the stamen, the flower suddenly closed and opened again, like a butterfly flapping its wings, shaking off all the water droplets.

Hongxia moaned, twisting her body, hoping Zhigang would enter. Zhigang carefully guided his jade pillar slowly into the heart of her flower, afraid of disturbing its beauty. Hongxia's cave seemed smaller; his jade pillar fit inside almost without gaps. Even the slightest twitching and contraction was sensitively detected by Zhigang's penis. Zhigang moved in and out freely, making the flowers bloom more and more unrestrained, until Hongxia's whole body turned red, she struggled desperately, and screamed at the top of her lungs, her screams echoing through the valley...

Zhigang remained steadfast in her cave, continuing to give the clam meat endless pleasure, spreading throughout Hongxia's entire body. At this moment, someone hugged Zhigang from behind. Zhigang was startled and immediately knew who it was. Two soft and elastic dough balls cushioned his back.

Cunmei had arrived at some point. She moved in front of Zhigang, displaying her already blooming flowers.

Zhigang brought the two women to orgasm several times, ejaculating twice inside each of their flowers. The three of them lay side by side on the hillside, letting the sunlight shine on the two flowers and a cactus.

They fell asleep in the warm sunlight.

When Zhigang woke up, the two women were still fast asleep. Two beautiful bodies, one snow-white, one dark-skinned, the snow-white breasts small and delicate, the dark-skinned breasts full and firm. The flowers at the junction of their thighs had closed like mimosa, becoming a slit. Zhigang licked the four cherries one after another with the tip of his tongue until they woke up, frantically searching for their clothes and looking around to see if anyone was there. Zhigang laughed and said, "I saw Daming and Daqun coming."

Hongxia knew he was lying, but her face still turned red.

They walked down the mountain, and when they passed the pig farm, they saw Xinyi standing by the roadside with her hands on her hips, looking at them angrily.

"Oh,"

Zhigang asked with a grin, "Who is Manager Jia angry with?"

Xinyi said, "You're my boss, I can't control you, but I can control those two. Station Chief Li and the others have already eaten and left, but I still can't find you. Where have you all gone?"

Zhigang said, "I'm sorry. They've died with me. I promise you it won't happen again."

Xinyi chuckled and said, "Like father, like son. Didn't you know the teachers from the cultural station were still here today?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry,"

Zhigang apologized repeatedly, making Cunmei and Hongxia laugh.

Xinyi pinched Cunmei and Hongxia's cheeks, saying fiercely, "You two little sluts, you used my man for half the day."

Cunmei said, "So your anger was fake, you were just jealous."

"Hmph. Don't think I can't deduct your wages just because it's Sunday." "

You never get paid on Sundays, let alone exploiting us, where do you get your wages deducted? "

Zhigang asked, "No pay for working on Sundays?"

Xinyi said, "You think it's like in Shanghai? This is how it's done here."

"Then let's start with us. Not only do we get paid for working on holidays, but we also get two to three times the overtime pay as stipulated by the labor law."

Cunmei said, "Now those old women envy me and Hongxia, this will make them even more envious."

Xinyi said, "It's good that they're envious. That way our work will be easier."

That night, Zhigang waited for Xinyi but she didn't come. He wondered if she was angry because he had sex with Cunmei and Hongxia that day, so he went to Xinyi's door and knocked gently, but no one answered. He knocked twice more lightly and heard Xin Yi call from inside, "Wait a minute."

He waited a while, and Xin Yi opened the door, came out, closed it again, and said softly, "Come on, let's go to your room."

Zhi Gang had a question in his mind. Since he was already here, it would be natural for them to have sex in Xin Yi's room, so why did she have to go back to his room? He suspected there was a man in Xin Yi's room.

Actually, Zhi Gang wouldn't have cared if there was a man. He had so many women of his own, and he wouldn't expect them to be faithful only to him; even if he were capable, he couldn't handle that. Besides, he always believed that it was a matter of mutual consent; if two people were willing, they had a reason to be together.

Back in his room, Zhi Gang didn't ask Xin Yi anything. After they made love twice, Zhi Gang held Xin Yi, gently touching her nipples, and asked, "Who was in your room just now?"

Zhi Gang felt Xin Yi's body stiffen suddenly, and her face turned pale. Zhi Gang thought to himself, no matter what kind of man you're hiding, or how many men you're hiding, is it worth being so afraid?

Xinyi left Zhigang's embrace, put on her pajamas, sat on the bed hugging her knees, and sobbed with her head down. Zhigang gently patted her shoulder and said, "What could have happened to make you like this? You're just a man, aren't you? I won't hold it against you. Is this why you don't want to marry me?"

Seeing Xinyi still crying, Zhigang said, "I really can't imagine what could have happened. Even the biggest problems can be solved. Nothing is more important than death. Tell me."

Xinyi still kept her head down and said, "Zhigang, I'm sorry to you, I'm sorry to your family."

"What have you done to offend us? Did you kill someone?"

Xinyi thought and thought, feeling that this matter couldn't be kept secret any longer; sooner or later, people would find out. She couldn't hide it from Zhigang any longer. If she didn't tell him, she would be in an even more passive position later when word got out. So be it, she was going to be embarrassed eventually; it was better to be embarrassed sooner rather than later. She said, "I did something I'm ashamed of."

Zhigang breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I thought it was something serious. Tell me, how shameful is it?"

"As shameful as it gets."

"As long as you didn't kill anyone, commit arson, or sell yourself, what else could it be?"

Xinyi buried her head between her legs and said, "The person in my room just now was Xiaoyong."

"What about Xiaoyong? You mean you and him..."

"Yes. It's my fault for not locking the door that day, and he came in. I couldn't stop him. He's not a big guy, but he's strong. He doesn't care about anything and isn't afraid of anything, but I was afraid that if I made a scene, your parents would hear, and he would be implicated. Nobody would believe me if I told them, so I didn't dare to say anything. I really didn't seduce him."

"If it happened once, why did you let him do it again?"

"It wasn't me, it was Xiaoyong who insisted. I wanted to move out, and he threatened me, saying that if I didn't do it for him, he would tell my grandparents."

Zhigang was dumbfounded. He had encountered countless difficulties and dangers, and always managed to overcome them with ease, but he had never felt helpless like this before.

Chapter 44 What to do with Xiaoyong?

Zhigang and Xinyi hadn't slept all night, and they still hadn't reached a conclusion. At breakfast, he suggested to his parents that they send Xiaoyong back to his grandfather's house in Pengjia Village. His father said that Xiaoyong had been awarded to Zhichun during the divorce, which was why they had brought him from Dali's house, and sending him back wouldn't be appropriate. Zhigang couldn't insist any further; he couldn't explain why he had suggested this.

After breakfast, Zhigang walked up the mountain alone, wanting to calm down and think things through. Xiaoyong had grown up at his grandfather's house and had been spoiled since childhood. Because his grandparents protected him, Zhichun couldn't discipline him, and Dali was away most of the year, only occasionally returning home and indulging the child even more. The family wasn't well-off, yet they bought Xiaoyong a computer for him to play online games. Naturally, his studies couldn't improve. After Zhigang's father brought Xiaoyong to live with them, he wanted to cure his internet addiction and improve his grades.

Xiao Yong's understanding of matters between men and women at such a young age suggests he frequently views pornography online. Zhigang doesn't find the fact that a young boy has sexual relations with an adult woman particularly serious; the real issue is the child's lack of self-discipline and mature moral standards and boundaries. Without intervention, it's impossible to predict what unimaginable things he might do in the future. It will undoubtedly impact his studies, physical and psychological development, and consequently, his life.

Currently, there are four options: send Xiao Yong back to his grandfather's house, have Xin Yi move away, transfer Xin Yi back to Shanghai, or bring Xiao Yong to Shanghai. But which option is best or most effective? Zhigang is still undecided.

Unconsciously, Zhigang arrives at the entrance of Baiyun Temple. He thinks, since I'm here, I might as well go in and burn some incense. He kneels before the Bodhisattva in the main hall, kowtows three times, then lights several incense sticks and places them in the incense burner in the courtyard. Because of the large number of worshippers, the main hall cannot accommodate everyone, so the huge incense burner is placed in the courtyard.

Zhigang walked through the courtyard behind the main hall and encountered a young nun who looked only sixteen or seventeen years old. He asked her, "Excuse me, is Master Jinghui here?"

The young nun respectfully replied, "Master Jinghui has gone on a long journey."

"Oh?"

Zhigang asked again, "May I ask which direction she went?"

"That's hard to say. She could be anywhere in the world."

"Thank you."

Zhigang said goodbye to the young nun. Since there were no familiar faces in the nunnery, he turned and walked out. He was still thinking about how this young girl could have become a nun? Could she have suffered any great setbacks in life? It was truly unbelievable. He also thought of Xiaoyong. If he sent that kid to Fuhu Temple to become a monk, let's see if he would still sleep with women. He then thought that such a lawless child must also be a child without a heart for Buddhism. If he really became a monk, the nuns of Baiyun Nunnery would probably suffer.

As Zhigang descended the mountain, he had already sorted out his thoughts: the first step was to move Xinyi out. If Xiaoyong dared to tell his grandparents, let him; at worst, it would embarrass Xinyi, but it would solve the problem. The second step was to consider whether to send Xinyi back to Shanghai or send Xiaoyong there. The base couldn't do without Xinyi, and they hadn't found a suitable replacement yet. There was also no suitable position for Xinyi in Shanghai. As for Xiaoyong, leaving him in the countryside without anyone to discipline him wasn't a long-term solution. The best way was to take him to Shanghai so that he and Zhichun could discipline him.

Zhigang reached the foot of the mountain and wandered around the construction site. He went into the office building and watched Daming leading the workers to install water pipes, electrical circuits, toilets, and washbasins. He walked from the first floor to the third floor, then from east to west, carefully examining every room and understanding the layout. He asked Daming, "How long will the interior decoration work take?"

Daming replied, "About a month."

Zhigang left the office building and went to the temporary office at the back. When Xinyi saw him arrive, she pulled him aside to a secluded spot and said, "Zhigang, Cunmei and I have agreed that I'll move into her house today."

"Aren't you afraid Xiaoyong will tell my parents?"

"There's nothing I can do if he wants to. I can't let a child control me." "

That's what I think too. Let's leave it at that for now, and I'll consider bringing Xiaoyong to Shanghai in a while." "

Zhigang,"

Xinyi hesitated, "I'm sorry. I can no longer be part of your family."

Zhigang said, "Let's not talk about that now. Let's take it one step at a time."

Zhigang thought that this trip was over, and he should return to Shanghai tomorrow.

After Xinyi moved into Cunmei's house, Xiaoyong didn't tell his grandparents; he probably knew it was something he shouldn't say. A few days later, Xinyi figured Xiaoyong wouldn't tell, and she felt somewhat relieved.

But early Saturday morning, Xiaoyong ran to Cunmei's house to find Xinyi. The door to Cunmei's house was ajar. He pushed it open, and a dog jumped out and barked at him. Xiao Yong shouted, "Aunt Xinyi!"

Cunmei's daughter, Peng Xiaojing, poked her head out of the second-floor window and asked, "Xiao Yong, who are you looking for?"

"I'm looking for Aunt Xinyi." "

Aunt Xinyi and my mom went out early this morning. Do you want to come in and play?"

"I don't want to play anymore,"

Xiao Yong said disappointedly, turning around and walking back. Passing by Peng Xiaoben's house, the door was open. Xiao Yong glanced inside and saw Xiaoben's wife combing her hair by the door. Seeing him, she waved and said, "Xiao Yong, come in."

Xiao Yong went in and asked her, "Why did you call me?"

"To play. I have some White Rabbit milk candy at home, do you want some?"

"Yes."

Xiao Yong followed Xiaoben's wife into the house, up to the second-floor bedroom. Xiaoben's wife took out a bag of White Rabbit milk candy from the cupboard, peeled one and put it in Xiao Yong's mouth, then grabbed a handful and put them in his pocket.

The woman was wearing a loose-fitting house top, the collar unbuttoned, revealing half of her snow-white breast. Xiao Yong, cheeks puffed out, was sucking on a milk candy, its sweetness and aroma filling the air, his eyes fixed on her breasts. The woman sat on the bed, pulled Xiao Yong close, and made him look at her breasts up close, asking, "Have you seen this before?"

"Yes,"

Xiao Yong replied, reaching inside the collar to grab her breast. She was startled, thinking to herself, "This boy is something else."

Xiao Yong suckled on her breasts, his mouth unable to distinguish between the scent of milk and candy. Xiao Ben's wife had only been married for two years, had no children, and was very lonely. She would leave the door open while combing her hair, hoping a man would pass by, even just to catch a glimpse. But these days, where in the countryside were men loitering? Seeing Xiao Yong pass by, she didn't have any other thoughts, just wanted to invite him in to play and give him some candy. She hadn't expected Xiao Yong to be so interested in her breasts, even suckling at them with such experience.

The woman's breasts swelled from the suckling, pleasure spreading throughout her body. She didn't know Xiaoyong had any sexual experience, assuming he lacked sexual awareness, and thought letting the boy touch her would quench her thirst. She unbuttoned all her clothes and pulled Xiaoyong into her arms. Xiaoyong, however, unbuckled her belt, pulled his pants down completely, pounced on her on the bed, and then took off his own clothes. She saw Xiaoyong's penis, erect like a small stick, thrust directly into her vagina.

The wife was overjoyed; this boy could actually have sex. She hugged Xiaoyong, and although his penis seemed small and wobbly inside her, not quite satisfying, pleasure kept arising. She gradually forgot that she was holding a child, feeling a strong man entering her, and began to moan with pleasure.

Xiaoyong ejaculated, but the wife didn't reach orgasm, still holding Xiaoyong for a while before the pleasure subsided.

"Xiaoyong,"

the wife asked breathlessly, "you've had sex with women before, haven't you?"

Xiaoyong nodded.

"Who did it with?"

"I won't tell you."

"If you don't tell me, I won't do it for you next time."

"Then I'll tell you, but don't tell anyone else."

"Okay. I won't tell anyone else."

"It was Aunt Xinyi."

The young woman thought to herself, "So it was that nun who left the nunnery. She's so damn slutty. Without a man, she seduces a child. Why didn't I think of that sooner?

" She asked, "Xiaoyong, did you enjoy it with Aunt Xinyi?

" "Yes."

"And with me?"

"Yes, too."

"Want to come and do it with me often?"

"Yes."

"Okay. Then come again tomorrow."

"Okay."

Early in the morning, Xinyi drove the base's Jinbei minivan, taking Cunmei to town to run errands and buy some building materials and office supplies. She left Cunmei on the street to buy things and went to the cultural center herself.

Li Wenbo was in his studio chatting and drinking tea with painter Cao Lang, poets Li Cunshan and Zhu Zhineng. Cao Lang lived in the county town and had come drinking with the two poets, who also lived there, the previous night. All four of them were quite drunk, and this morning, drinking tea helped quench their thirst and sober them up. Seeing Xinyi arrive, Li Wenbo quickly offered her a seat and made her a cup of tea.

"The two poets are here too?"

Xinyi said, sitting down. "Shall we go to Pengjia Village this afternoon for some guidance?"

Li Wenbo and Cao Lang were going to Pengjia Village to teach that afternoon, and Xinyi had come to pick them up. Li Cunshan knew Zhu Zhineng was pursuing Xinyi. Looking at Zhu Zhineng, he deliberately said, "We won't go."

Zhu Zhineng asked Xinyi, "Will there be any wine?"

Xinyi said, "Of course there will be wine! The best local liquor from the neighboring village, you can drink your fill."

Zhu Zhineng said to Li Cunshan, "Then let's go?"

Li Cunshan deliberately said reluctantly, "Then I'll go with you, but you have to drink a few cups for me tonight."

"What should we eat for lunch?"

Li Wenbo said, "Xinyi is here, we should treat her."

"I won't drink at noon,"

Zhu Zhineng said, "I'm still hungover from last night. I'll save some for tonight."

Xinyi said, "I can't drink either, I still have to drive you to Pengjia Village. Station Chief Li, why don't you treat us to Daishan snacks for lunch?"

Zhu Zhineng said, "Yes. Daishan Town's specialty snacks are famous far and wide."

They went to the most popular snack shop in town, Honggaoliang Restaurant, and each ordered their favorite snacks, such as loach noodles, loach tofu, stewed soup in a small pot, and stir-fried rice noodles. After lunch, Xinyi drove to the designated location to pick up Cunmei, then picked up the other teachers, and headed to Pengjia Village.

While Li Wenbo and the others were teaching, Li Cunshan and Zhu Zhineng were bored. Li Cunshan said to Cunmei, "Let's go to your house for a while." Cunshan

and Cunmei's families were from the same village and had known each other since childhood. Cunmei said, "Okay. Xinyi, let's go together."

Xinyi didn't have much to do during teaching, so she went to Cunmei's house with them. Before Cunmei married into Pengjia Village, Cunshan had already started working in the county town, and the two hadn't been in contact. Recently, Cunmei and Xinyi had been frequently visiting Li Wenbo at the cultural center, and had run into Cunshan several times. The two village friends reunited and quickly became lovers.

No one was home at Cunmei's house; her parents-in-law went to play mahjong at someone's house at the edge of the village every afternoon, and her daughter attended an intensive English class at school in the afternoon. Cunmei took Cunshan directly upstairs to her bedroom, and Xinyi had no choice but to take Zhu Zhineng to her bedroom as well.

Zhu Zhineng was a talented poet. Although only 25 years old, he had published over a hundred poems in some of the most prestigious poetry journals in China, including *Poetry Journal* and *Stars*. His poems were passionate, imaginative, full of fantastical imagery, and profound in meaning; yet, his personality was simple, reserved, and unassuming. Xin Yi's beauty and intelligence captivated him at first sight. Only after much persuasion and encouragement from Li Wenbo and Li Cunshan did he finally decide to pursue her. Poets are often naive and passionate, and although Xin Yi was only three years older than him, her rich experience made her at least ten years more mature. Faced with Zhu Zhineng's ardent pursuit, Xin Yi remained noncommittal, keeping him in suspense and driving him almost mad. But now, alone with Xin Yi, Zhu Zhineng sat on the dressing table, shy and speechless.

Xin Yi could tell at a glance that Zhu Zhineng was still a virgin, having never slept with a woman. She went downstairs, brewed a cup of tea, and placed it on the dressing table in front of Zhu Zhineng, saying, "Have some tea."

Zhu Zhineng picked up the cup to drink, but Xinyi quickly reminded him, "It's hot!"

Zhu Zhineng quickly put the teacup down. Xinyi sat on the bed, crossed her arms, and said with a smile, "Weren't you pursuing me? Why aren't you saying anything?"

Her straightforward words lacked any of the subtlety of poetry, making Zhu Zhineng even more embarrassed, lowering his head and blushing. Xinyi found it even more amusing; she liked this shy look on the young man's face, so she said, "Zhineng, I can't imagine what you're like when you write poetry. Are you this shy too? Definitely not, otherwise you couldn't write such passionate and unrestrained poems. I really like your poems."

"Really?"

Hearing the woman he admired praise his poetry, Zhineng felt a little more confident.

“Zhineng, I still don’t understand what you want from pursuing me. Do you want to marry me, or do you just want to be my lover? I know poets are the most passionate, yet also the most heartless. Most people who start relationships and then abandon them are poets.”

Zhineng argued, “You don’t understand poets. A poet may have many lovers, but he would never start a relationship and then abandon it. He loves each lover wholeheartedly.”

“Then I’ll only ask you one question: do you want to marry me or be my lover?”

Zhineng answered honestly, “I love you, and I want to be your lover.”

“Come here,”

Xinyi patted the bed beside her and said, “Sit here.”

Zhineng sat down, and Xinyi faced him, saying, “If you say you want to marry me, that’s hypocritical. I like your honesty. I agree.”

Zhineng stared at her, feeling that this lover had come too easily, not romantic at all. He had thought he would have to pursue her for a long time.

Xinyi unbuttoned her collar, revealing half of her breasts, making the young man’s blood boil, but he dared not make a move. Xin Yi unbuttoned her top completely, revealing her tight-fitting undergarment. She then removed the undergarment, leaving only her bra. She turned around and said, "Help me take off my bra."

Zhi Neng clumsily unhooked the bra for a while. Xin Yi turned back and began to dress him. Xin Yi's soft little hands caressed his pectoral muscles, making him tremble all over, like he had a seizure. Xin Yi pulled his outer pants down to the bottom, and his already hard and erect penis was shyly exposed. Xin Yi's little hands gently grasped it, and Zhi Neng's legs went weak, as if his vital point had been grabbed. Xin Yi's tongue started from the base of his penis and gradually licked upwards. Zhi Neng tried his best to control himself, not letting his tongue easily lick out his essence. Xin Yi licked the tip, then put the entire penis into her mouth, all the way to her throat. Her lips pressed tightly against it, moving up and down rhythmically. Zhi Neng couldn't hold back any longer, letting out a loud cry as he ejaculated, shooting all his youthful energy into Xin Yi's mouth.

Xin Yi happily swallowed the young man's first essence, then licked the penis clean until it gradually softened.

Seeing Zhi Neng's dissatisfaction and disappointment, Xin Yi smiled and said, "Don't worry, you'll have your fun. You've never been with a woman before, so you'll ejaculate quickly the first time, and I won't be satisfied. Wait until you get hard again, and we'll coordinate well."

Only then did Xin Yi undress completely, positioning her beautiful flower before Zhi Neng. Zhi Neng was stunned. He wanted to write a poem praising this flower, but feared no one would dare publish it.

Seeing Zhi Neng staring blankly at her cave, Xin Yi said, "Lick it. Just like I did before, lick it with your tongue."

Zhi Neng tried to lightly touch the labia with the tip of his tongue, and saw the labia twitch as if they were alive. He then gently let the tip of his tongue glide over the entire slender flower core, which suddenly closed, almost clamping his tongue. Zhi Neng began to boldly insert his tongue completely, stirring the saliva and stamens inside. His little brother unconsciously became erect again.

Xin Yi used her thumb, index finger, and middle finger to hold Zhi Neng's jade pillar and let it enter the jade gate. As soon as Zhi Neng entered, he began to thrust incessantly, experiencing the pleasure of entering a woman for the first time.

Xin Yi let him pound inside the jade gate, saying happily, "Being a lover is fine, but you can't marry me."

"Why?"

Zhi Neng asked while moving.

"You're still too green, you've never seen a woman before. Do you know how many men I've been with?"

"I don't care how many men you've slept with, you're my woman anyway."

Under the young man's persistent thrusts, Xin Yi reached her climax, letting her lover melt into water inside her cave.

Someone knocked on the door, and Cun Mei said from outside, "Fell into the hole? Why has it been so long?"

Xin Yi said, "Help me pull him out."

"I don't care about you. We'll wait for you downstairs."

Dinner was arranged at Cun Mei's house tonight. Cun Mei stayed to cook with her parents-in-law, while Xin Yi took Zhi Neng and Cun Shan back to the office, where the teaching was nearing its end.

After dinner, Cun Mei arranged for Zhi Neng and Cun Shan to sleep at Peng Zheng's house, something she and Cun Shan had discussed that afternoon. Zheng Guo's wife was the most attractive woman in the village, and Cun Shan said he didn't want the prettiest, he wanted the most attractive woman. Zhi Neng, however, disagreed; he insisted on sleeping at Cun Mei's house. Cun Mei knew he had slept with Xin Yi for the first time and wanted to sleep with her again that night, so she agreed. Li Wenbo also slept at Cunmei's house that night, naturally keeping her company.

Zhi Neng was so excited he barely slept a wink, having made love to Xinyi five times, bringing her to orgasm five times. After the fifth time, she felt like she hadn't slept much before being woken up by a commotion downstairs. She knew someone had come to Cunmei's house, wondering who was there so early and what they were doing. She got dressed and went downstairs, seeing Zheng Guo's parents talking loudly, while Cunmei's in-laws tried to calm her down. Seeing her come down, Zheng Guo's father said, "Manager Jia, something terrible has happened at my house. Please come and take a look."

Cunmei also came downstairs and asked, "What happened?"

"You'll know when you get there,"

Zheng Guo's father said, walking away without waiting for them to follow.

Xinyi and Cunmei exchanged a glance, knowing something bad had happened—Cunshan and Zheng Guo's wife must have been caught having sex. They quickly followed Zheng Guo's parents to their house. Zheng Guo's father led them to the bedroom on the second floor, saying, "See for yourselves."

Xin Yi pushed open the door and saw Cun Shan and Zheng Guo's wife, Zhang Yin Hua, lying naked and tied up on the bed. They quickly untied them. After Cun Mei untied Cun Shan, she secretly grabbed his penis and pinched it hard, saying, "You naughty thing."

Cun Shan cried out in pain and quickly shut up.

Xinyi told them to get dressed, and she and Cunmei went downstairs. Zhengguo's father said, "Manager Jia, it's a good thing you've come to Pengjia Village to develop the economy, but look at the kind of atmosphere you've brought! What do you think we should do about this?"

Xinyi said, "Zhengguo's father, there are so many women left behind in rural areas now, and this kind of thing happens frequently. It's not just in Pengjia Village; it happens in every village, so we can't say we brought this kind of atmosphere. But since it's happened, let's discuss a proper solution. I think first of all, this matter shouldn't be publicized; it's not good for anyone." "

Then what do you suggest?"

"First, I apologize to you on behalf of Cunshan. He was invited by us, so we also have a responsibility. Secondly, he hurt your wife and damaged her reputation; he should compensate you." "

Compensate? How?"

"We'll discuss compensation later. Also, we all need to make a promise that this matter will only be known to the few of us, and we will absolutely not tell anyone else, not even Zheng Guo. What do you think?"

Zheng Guo's father said, "Family scandals shouldn't be aired in public. You're helping me cover it up, and I have no objection. But Yin Hua also needs to guarantee that this will never happen again. If it's discovered again, my Zheng Guo will divorce her."

"Of course. Let's settle it like this."

Xin Yi called upstairs, "You two, come downstairs."

The two, blushing, slowly made their way downstairs. Zheng Guo's father went up and slapped Cun Shan a few times, then slapped Yin Hua a few times. Xin Yi stopped him, saying, "Just teach her a lesson, don't hurt her. She's still your wife after all."

"Hmph,"

Zheng Guo's father said angrily, "If you hurt her, dig a hole and bury her. I'd rather go to jail than lose face at home."

Cun Mei pulled Cun Shan out, and Zheng Guo's father said to Xin Yi, "If you do this again, the villagers will kick you out and you won't be allowed to stay in Pengjia Village."

Xin Yi escaped from Zheng Guo's house and said to Cun Mei, "That was close. If this wasn't handled well, we really would have been kicked out by the villagers."

"Yes,"

Cun Mei said, "We have to be more careful in the future."

"I think Zheng Guo's parents are pretty good. Even after such a big family scandal, they didn't make things too difficult for their daughter-in-law."

“You’ve already offered compensation for the losses, what else can he do? Besides, these kinds of things are happening more and more often these days, everyone understands. It would be great if no one had to be a left-behind woman anymore.”

They passed by Cunmei’s house and Xiaoben’s house on their way to the office when they saw Xiaoyong run out of Xiaoben’s house and bump into Cunmei. Cunmei grabbed him and asked, “Xiaoyong, where are you running to?”

Xiaoyong asked, “Is Xiaojing home? I want to play with her.”

“Yes. Go ahead.”

Xiaoyong ran to Cunmei’s house. At this moment, Xiaoben’s wife came out and was about to close the door, smiling at Xinyi and saying, “Manager Jia, you really like children.”

Xinyi’s heart skipped a beat; she feared Xiaoyong had told her about their affair. If Xiaoyong had told Xiaoben’s wife, then he and Xiaoben’s wife must have done it too, and the child was probably beyond saving.

She also smiled at Xiaoben’s wife and said, “You like children too? What did Xiaoyong do at your house just now?”

“What do you think?”

Xiaoben’s wife said, closing the door.

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