[Urban] The Romantic Encounters of a Working-Class Boy (Complete) - 19-21

page views:1 Publication date:2023-03-24

Chapter 28 Culture and the Future

Zhigang, arm in arm with Linli, went upstairs to the bedroom. Linli closed the door and eagerly kissed Zhigang. Zhigang knew she hadn't had a man for a long time, and it was even possible her last time was with him. He felt sorry for this beautiful woman again, less fortunate than an ordinary woman.

Zhigang held the trembling woman in his arms, his hands caressing her buttocks, then running his fingers up her thighs from under her skirt. She wasn't wearing any underwear. Zhigang's fingers entered her wet flesh, and she suddenly trembled even more violently, biting Zhigang's left ear. Zhigang felt a sharp pain, worried she might bite off his ear.

After Zhigang entered her, she stopped trembling and coiled around his body like a snake, making him feel that this woman was tightly stuck to him. Linli began to moan intermittently until a sudden climax arrived, as if she were wrapped entirely around Zhigang's penis. She knew Zhigang hadn't ejaculated and was waiting for her second wave.

"Zhigang, I never expected to see you today."

Linli's eyes sparkled, full of charm and tenderness.

"I never expected it either. Perhaps it's fate. First, it gave us a pleasant surprise, and second, it showed me the direction for my development."

"You sound like my subordinate is flattering me."

"Does it? This is from the bottom of my heart."

"Zhigang, what would happen if word got out about us?"

"You'd lose your official position, and I'd become a celebrity."

"And then?"

"And then?"

"I really want that day to come, and then I'd be an ordinary person, walking openly with you in the street. I could even do whatever I wanted with you. I think even if it was just once a week, I'd be content."

"That's easy. I'll tell one of my most gossipy friends tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow you'll be out of a job."

"Okay. Let's do it."

As soon as she finished speaking, Linli's climax returned...

The next day, as soon as Zhigang arrived at his office, he began working on a research plan for the cultural industry. He envisions that the future Lincun Group should have culture as its pillar industry, with migrant workers' homes, clubhouses, restaurants, schools, and other facilities all developing around the cultural industry.

The phone on the table rang. Zhigang picked up the receiver. It was Lanhua calling from Guizhou: "Zhigang, the handover and integration work here is basically complete, and the business and tax procedures are all finished. The new company is going to hold an inauguration ceremony, and you have to come."

"Do I need to go?"

"You're a superior, you should attend. Besides, don't you miss Jing'er?"

"Hehe."

Zhigang chuckled awkwardly and said, "When?"

"The day after tomorrow morning. Fly over tomorrow."

"Okay."

Zhigang called Xia Qing: "Xia Qing, I have to go to Guizhou on a business trip tomorrow. There's a urology patient there, can you come with me?"

"You know I'm not a urologist anymore." "

This patient isn't an outsider, he's Jing'er's husband, you have to help him with this."

"Okay. I'll tell Hu Keming."

Zhigang and Xia Qing arrived in Maotai Town the following afternoon. The entrance to the distillery was already covered with colorful flags, but the factory name hadn't been changed yet; it would be changed at the opening ceremony the next day. Lanhua, Jing'er, Weifeng, Factory Director Xu, and Tianming were waiting for him at the factory. Jing'er had never met Xia Qing before, so Zhigang introduced them. Xia Qing said, "I've heard Jing'er is a beauty, but she's even prettier than I imagined."

Jing'er said shyly, "What's so great about people from small towns? You're much prettier."

Lan Hua said, "Stop flattering each other, it's cheesy. Let's go to the restaurant and report on our work while we eat."

Zhigang pulled Jing'er aside and said to her, "Xia Qing is a famous urologist. I brought her here to see if Tianming can be cured."

Jing'er said, "She's a woman, a urologist?"

"Don't underestimate her, she's quite famous in Shanghai. But she recently stopped practicing medicine; I only asked her to help out."

"How will she be treated?"

"Let's go to the restaurant first. You can let Tianming and Xia Qing chat in the office for a while before we go to eat."

They sat down at the restaurant, and Zhigang said to Lan Hua, "You and Xiao Wang have worked hard."

Lan Hua said, "It's not hard at all, this place is beautiful."

"Xiao Wang,"

Zhigang said to Weifeng, "Are you adapting to life here?"

"Yes, I am."

“It will be even harder for you to stay here alone from now on.”

“No problem, Mr. Feng. I’m still young and adaptable.”

“Yes. It’s good for your growth to experience more while you’re young.”

Lan Hua introduced the company’s listing ceremony process and invited guests to Zhi Gang tomorrow. After the ceremony, all employees attended a banquet, and the entire factory had a half-day off in the afternoon.

“Good.”

Zhi Gang said, “You should be more lenient with the employees’ treatment, so people don’t say that our Shanghai company is stingy.”

“Our treatment is among the best in Maotai Town. The workers’ income has increased compared to before, and they have confidence in future development and are very motivated.”

Halfway through the meal, Xia Qing and Tian Ming came over. Lan Hua said, “Xia Qing, you should punish yourself with three drinks first.”

“Okay. I accept the punishment.”

Xia Qing drank three drinks in a row and said, “I’ll eat some food, I’m starving.”

After the meal, Jing’er took them to the best hotel in town to stay. Lan Hua also stayed there, while Wei Feng, who was going to stay for a long time, was already living at the factory.

They all went into Zhi Gang’s room. Zhigang asked Xia Qing, "How is Tianming?"

Xia Qing said, "He's so young and healthy; he shouldn't be like this. I suspect he was frightened, which caused this. For example, during sex, or even just starting, someone suddenly barged in and startled him."

Xia Qing asked Jing'er, "He and you didn't encounter anything like this, did you?"

Jing'er blushed and shook her head, "No."

"It's very likely he was frightened while having an affair. In such situations, if an accident occurs, the likelihood of being frightened is high."

Zhigang asked, "Is it treatable?"

"I can only say it's treatable, but the effectiveness varies from person to person. But he's uncooperative and won't tell me the truth, so it's very difficult to treat."

Zhigang said, "It seems we can only find out how Tianming was frightened by the person behind him."

Xia Qing pulled Jing'er to Lan Hua's room next door and said, "Jing'er, I'll teach you a simple method; try it with Tianming tonight."

Jing'er listened to Xia Qing's suggestion and went home. Zhigang knew she wouldn't come tonight. Lan Hua and Xia Qing also went back to their rooms to sleep.

Zhigang had barely fallen asleep when he heard someone tapping on the door. He thought it might be Lanhua; she'd been there for two months. He opened the door, and sure enough, it was her. Lanhua threw her pajamas on the bed, grabbed Zhigang's penis, and thrust it directly into her.

As Zhigang thrust into her, he asked, "You've been pent up for two months, haven't you? Why not take advantage of this perfectly handsome young man right here?"

“You mean Xiao Wang? I’m afraid it’ll have a bad influence. This town is so small, we can’t keep it a secret. We’re here for work, the environment is unfamiliar, we don’t know the local customs, things could go wrong.”

“You’re right. It’s better to be careful. You insisted I come here because of this, right?”

“No. Of course, it’s mainly for work.”

Lan Hua reached her climax, one hand gripping the edge of the bed, almost throwing Zhi Gang off. Zhi Gang was most familiar with her sexual habits, and their cooperation was the most skillful. From the beginning, their purpose in sex was simple: mutual physical satisfaction. Over time, a layer of affection and care grew, but love was never involved. This, in turn, allowed them to enjoy sex more fully and without ulterior motives.

Zhi Gang still kept Lan Hua’s opening pointed, asking her, “How many orgasms do you want to be satisfied today?”

“Last time you said 10, you only did 5. I’ll just have 5.”

Zhi Gang gave up after she came 3 times. Lan Hua was completely relaxed and satisfied. She held Zhi Gang as she drifted off to sleep.

Today, when Xia Qing talked to Tianming, Tianming was conflicted.

Liu Feng and Tianming had tried to have sex several times without success, realizing he was impotent, and she told her parents. Her father, Liu Qiang, still wanted shares in the winery, or at least the Shu family's techniques and secret formula, so he insisted on keeping Tianming under his thumb. He thought that once he got the winery, Tianming would be useless, and his daughter could marry whomever she wanted. He hadn't expected Zhigang to act so quickly; after Tianming poisoned Jing'er's mother's tea once, he made no further moves, leaving him unable to stop the signing. After Lan Hua and Wei Feng moved into the winery, he had lost hope of getting shares, but he still coveted the techniques and secret formula in Tianming's possession.

Even the dim-witted Tianming knew his situation. He knew Liu Feng's father was a ruthless and greedy man, completely using him; once he achieved his goal, he wouldn't marry his daughter to him. Liu Feng was genuinely good to him, but he was already useless; marrying her would only harm her. But he dared not let Jing'er know about his entanglement with Liu Feng and the Liu family. If Jing'er found out, she would have the right to demand that he hand over the craft and secret formula, and divorce him. Although he could replicate the craft and formula and take it with him, there was a clause in the agreement he signed with Jing'er's father that if the craft and secret formula were to leak out after the divorce, he would bear legal and financial responsibility. Even if he could sell it for some money, it probably wouldn't be enough to cover the legal fees and compensation, not to mention the possibility that Liu Qiang would seize it by force, leaving him with nothing.

Therefore, when Xia Qing asked him if he was frightened by being interrupted during sex, he denied it.

Before parting, Xia Qing said she would talk to him again the next day. Back home that night, Tianming was still wondering whether to tell Xia Qing the truth. He thought, what's the use of having so much money if the illness can't be cured and he can't sleep with women? But what if the illness is cured but he loses Jing'er and everything else?

Jing'er came back, took a shower, and entered the bedroom. Her breasts jiggled in her pajamas, making Tianming's heart skip a beat. In the past, his little brother would have gotten erect immediately, but now there was no movement at all, so he avoided looking at the trembling breasts.

Jing'er came over and hugged Tianming, putting his head against her chest, and said, "Tianming, that Dr. Xia is a famous urologist in Shanghai. You need to cooperate with her to get cured. Don't you want me if you don't want to be cured?"

Tianming said, "Of course I do. But I told her the truth."

"Tianming, Dr. Xia said you might have been frightened while having sex with another woman. If that's the case, you can be cured, but it's mainly psychological treatment; there's no medication. If you don't admit it, he can't give you psychological treatment."

Tianming lowered his head and remained silent. He admired Xia Qing's accurate guess and completely believed she could cure him.

"Tianming, don't worry that I'll mind. I wasn't a virgin before we got married. I had other men, and you didn't care, so why would I care about you?"

Tianming felt a surge of heat in his heart, and his eyes reddened. But now, after experiencing so much, he was more shrewd and worried that Jing'er was trying to trick him. He remained silent.

"Alright, you're tired today, let's go to sleep."

Jing'er knew she couldn't reason with Tianming immediately, she had to take it slowly.

Jing'er and Tianming sat on the bed, she took off Tianming's pajamas, and gently stroked his entire body with her hands. Tianming's body warmed up from her touch. Jing'er touched Tianming's penis, gently rubbing it between her hands until it warmed up and gradually became erect, but only half-erect. Jing'er continued to rub slowly, and Tianming felt his penis was about 80% erect. In the past, when there were no problems, this state was enough for penetration, but recently they had tried many times. It was okay to get hard in Jing'er's hands, but it would immediately stop when it got close to the entrance. Jing'er didn't let him enter, and continued to rub. She felt his penis was fully erect, so she used her hands to stimulate it up and down. Tianming asked, "What are you doing?"

Jing'er said, "I'm going to stimulate you."

"I want to go in, let me in."

"No. You can't go in now, you'll go soft as soon as I let go."

Jing'er kept stimulating his penis until it was fully erect. Tianming hadn't had sex for many days, and his little brother was brimming with reserves. The strength and quantity of this group of egrets were unprecedented. After leaping from Jing'er's hand, it shot straight at Jing'er's face. The force made Jing'er's delicate skin sting slightly.

Although he didn't ejaculate inside Jing'er's cave, Tianming, who hadn't been able to have sex for months, felt much more relaxed. He and Jing'er embraced and went to the bathroom to wash up, then embraced and returned to bed, as if they had just had sex, and fell asleep in each other's arms.

In the morning, Jing'er was awakened by the birds chirping outside the window. Looking at Tianming still sleeping soundly in her arms like a big boy, she touched her lower body and found that his little brother was hard. She quietly let Tianming lie flat, straddled him, and used her hands to pry open his vulva, aligning the entrance with Tianming's erect little brother, and sat down. Tianming was startled awake, and when he thrust upwards, he entered Jing'er's cave. He excitedly thrust upwards. In less than a minute, he ejaculated.

The company's opening ceremony was a great success. Lan Hua and Jing'er invited the chairman of the Zunyi Federation of Industry and Commerce to unveil the plaque with Zhigang. Zhigang's speeches at the ceremony and before dinner were both very brief. After hearing Lin Li's concise three sentences at the Federation of Industry and Commerce meeting, he greatly admired her and tried not to speak at length at company meetings. Especially before dinner, knowing that the workers were hungry and wouldn't listen to what he said, he only said a couple of congratulatory words and then asked everyone to raise their glasses for a drink. This, on the contrary, left a deep impression on the workers.

In the afternoon, Xia Qing asked Jing'er, "Did you succeed last night?"

Jing'er blushed and said, "I succeeded. But only for a minute."

"A minute is still a success. I'll teach you how to do it tonight."

Tianming, who had gained some confidence, pulled Jin'er into the bedroom after dinner, but still couldn't get it right. Jing'er smiled and hugged him, saying, "Don't rush. Take your time."

Jing'er sat on the edge of the bed, leaned against the quilt, raised her legs and spread them apart, facing Tianming standing under the bed. Jing'er parted her labia with both hands, letting Tianming grasp the base of his penis, aiming it at the center of her labia, and squeezed his soft penis inward. After forcibly inserting it, Jing'er hugged Tianming, letting him press against her, but without moving. Tianming's soft penis remained inside her labia, feeling the warmth and stimulation within. Jing'er's hands caressed the base of Tianming's penis, gently scratching it. Tianming, in turn, caressed Jing'er's breasts, gradually moving down to her buttocks.

The inner walls of Jing'er's labia were sensitive, constantly wriggling and stimulating his penis. His penis grew imperceptibly, like a seed sprouting in the soil, filling the cavity. Tianming began to thrust a little, then a little more, and he was delighted to find it worked, so he vigorously and continuously thrust into Jing'er's cavity.

After only 5 minutes, Jing'er reached orgasm. She had longed for it for so long. During her climax, she changed her name from Zhigang to Tianming: "Ah—Tianming. Ah—Tianming."

Tianming released himself to his heart's content in the well cave.

Zhigang returned to Shanghai and had just sat down in his office when Zhichun came in.

"Zhigang, I need to talk to you."

Zhigang gestured for Zhichun to sit on the sofa and asked, "Is it about work?"

"No."

Tears streamed down Zhichun's face. "That bastard Dali hasn't come back for a month."

"He went gambling again, didn't he?"

Zhichun sobbed as she recounted how Dali had lost money gambling and sold her to someone else. Zhigang was furious, his eyes blazing. He demanded sharply, "Is he still at work?"

"I don't know."

Zhigang composed himself and called Chen You. "Brother-in-law, has Dali been at work these past few days?"

"Yes, he's. I saw him at lunchtime."

"Tell him to come home tonight. I need to talk to him."

That evening, Chen You returned home to find Zhigang and Zhichun both there. Zhihong had already cooked and set the table.

"Where's Dali?"

Zhigang asked.

"He didn't come back? I couldn't find him when I got off work. I thought he'd been back long ago."

"Did you tell him I was looking for him?"

"Yes. He agreed."

"That bastard,"

Zhigang said, "He's probably hiding."

"What happened?"

Chen You asked.

Zhihong served them rice and picked up her own bowl, saying, "Let's eat first. We'll talk about Dali later."

Zhichun picked up his bowl, and seeing Zhigang wasn't moving, said, "Zhigang, let's eat first."

"I want to drink,"

Zhigang said, "Brother-in-law, have a drink with me."

"Okay."

Chen You put down his bowl and told Zhihong to bring a wine glass.

Zhigang and Chen You drank a few glasses, and Zhigang said, "How can you two brothers-in-law be so different? Do you know what kind of bastard Peng Dali did? He lost money gambling and couldn't pay it back, so he made Zhichun sleep with someone to pay off his gambling debts."

"Is that so?"

Chen You threw his wine glass on the table, and it rolled to the ground and shattered. Zhihong quickly brought over an empty wine glass and swept up the shards.

"Zhigang, what do you think we should do?"

Chen You, still lacking her own opinion, asked Zhigang.

"It depends on what Zhichun thinks. Second sister, do you want to divorce him?"

Zhichun put down her rice bowl, tears streaming down her face, and said, "The child is so grown up, and I want to live a good life with him. But he's so unreliable; I'm afraid he'll even sell the child."

"You should have divorced him a long time ago,"

Zhihong said. "You should have divorced him after accumulating so much gambling debt in Pengjia Village. No, you shouldn't have married him in the first place. I'm not trying to criticize you, Zhichun, but you're too soft-hearted and clingy. What's so good about this guy? Even with a child in tow, you could easily find someone better than him."

"Eldest sister, please stop,"

Zhichun said. "I'm so annoyed, and you're still criticizing me." Zhigang

said, "Since that's the case, then make up your mind and divorce him. Second sister, what do you think?"

Zhigang looked at Zhichun, and Zhihong and Chen You also looked at Zhichun. She just cried and wiped away her tears, without saying a word.

Zhihong grew anxious again: "Are you going to divorce me or not? Can't

you just give me a straight answer?" Zhigang stopped Zhihong, saying, "Sister, don't be anxious. Let's eat first, let Zhichun think about it for a while."

Zhichun was hesitant about Zheng Ting. She had already accompanied Zheng Ting 10 times and didn't want to accompany him anymore, but Zheng Ting still wanted to, threatening to tell everyone if she didn't, making her lose face. If she divorced, Zheng Ting would harass her even more brazenly, but she didn't want to marry Zheng Ting. What she wanted to discuss with Zhigang was actually this matter, not whether or not to divorce, but she hadn't dared to say it yet.

After dinner, Zhichun said, "Zhigang, come to my house, I want to talk to you alone."

Zhichun lived next door, and Zhigang came with her, and Zhichun finally told him about Zheng Ting. Zhigang said, "You should have told me a long time ago, why are you only telling me now?"

Seeing that Zhichun didn't speak, Zhigang knew she was embarrassed to say it, so he didn't say anything more.

"You mean, Zheng Ting is coming to see you again tonight?"

Zhichun said through tears, "I hope Dali can come back, so we can deal with Zheng Ting, but he hasn't come back for over a month. He just gave me away like I was worthless."

"Second sister, don't be afraid, I'm here. Don't worry, I'll talk to Zheng Ting tonight."

Zheng Ting arrived at the migrant workers' home around 11 p.m., but Chen You's family, who lived next door to Zhichun, were already asleep. Just as he was about to knock on Zhichun's door, someone tapped him on the shoulder. He was startled and turned around to see a man. He didn't recognize Zhigang.

"You're Zheng Ting, right? I'm Zhichun's younger brother, Feng Zhigang. Let's talk."

Zhigang said and walked away. Zheng Ting hesitated for a moment, then followed him. Zhigang led him to his office, asked him to sit on the sofa, made him a cup of tea, and said, "Tell me, how can this matter be completely resolved?"

The imposing presence of Zhigang's office had already intimidated Zheng Ting, and he already knew of Zhigang's reputation. He asked somewhat timidly, "Which matter are you referring to?"

"I hope you'll stop harassing my second sister, Zhichun, from now on. Tell me your conditions."

"I didn't harass Zhichun. I signed an agreement with Dali."

"Don't mention Peng Dali to me. He's not my brother-in-law. Your agreement has no legal effect, you know? I can completely ignore you and sue you."

"They're divorced? Then can I marry Zhichun?"

"No. You won't mention it, right? I will. I'll give you 50,000 yuan, and from now on you won't know Zhichun or me. Is that okay?"

"I don't want it."

"Too little? How much do you want?"

"I don't want money."

"Don't want money? What do you want?"

"I want to marry Zhichun."

"Stop talking nonsense. That's impossible. Name your conditions."

Zheng Ting stood up angrily and said, "Feng Zhigang, don't think you can get rid of me just because you have some money. Let me tell you, I don't want any amount of money. I've fallen for Zhichun, and I'm going to marry her. Go ahead and sue me for adultery if you dare. I'd rather go to jail."

After saying that, Zheng Ting turned and left .

Chapter 029 Divorce on One Side, Marriage on the Other

Chen You told Dali that Zhigang was looking for him. Although he agreed, he didn't dare to go back at all. As soon as it was time to leave work, he would sneak away before Chen You came out.

Dali ran to town to find Dapeng. He didn't know anyone else, so he had to find Dapeng. He found Langchao KTV and asked the young man standing at the door, "Is Peng Dapeng here?"

"President Peng is having dinner at Tianyi Hotel."

Dali didn't have Dapeng's phone number, so he had to go there. The Tianyi Hotel wasn't far from the KTV, just across the street. He asked the female attendant at the door, "Which private room is Peng Dapeng in?"

"Mr. Peng is in room 306."

Dali pushed open the door to room 306 and saw that it was full of about ten people. He only recognized Dapeng and Jiafang. As soon as Dapeng saw him come in, he stood up and greeted him, "Dali, I heard you came to Shanghai. Come, come, sit down and have a drink."

Everyone squeezed in to make room, and the waiter added a chair and a set of tableware. Dali sat down.

“Dali,”

Dapeng said, “don’t say anything, just drink three cups of wine.”

“Okay.”

Dali picked up the wine cup in front of him and drank three cups in a row.

Seeing that he drank so readily, Jiafang said, “Eat some food. Drinking on an empty stomach makes you drunk easily.”

Dali had worked all day and was indeed hungry. He ate a few pieces of braised pork and chicken, and only when he felt a little full did he put down his chopsticks. He looked up and observed the large table of people. He saw that there were more women than men, and except for Jiafang, all the women were dressed as prostitutes with exposed breasts and midriffs.

Hongyan sat next to Dali and asked, “Are you from Pengjia Village?”

“Yes.”

“How come I don’t recognize you?”

“I don’t recognize you either.”

“My name is Hongyan, and Jiafang is my sister.”

“Oh, I remember now. You were just a child when I left Pengjia Village, how could you know me?”

“Dali,”

Jiafang said, “it’s your turn to offer a toast.”

“Okay. I’ll start with you.”

Dali first toasted Jiafang, then Dapeng, and then in order toasted the young lady next to Dapeng named Xiaohong. After one round, he had drunk four ounces of wine. Others returned the toast, and with the initial three cups of wine, it was nearly a pound of liquor.

Da Peng asked him, "Dali, why didn't you play mahjong today?"

"They're playing for too small a stake, it's not fun."

"Oh, looks like you're quite wealthy,"

Jia Fang said. "How about playing a few rounds with me later?"

Dali scratched his head and said, "I just invited Da Peng here to have fun, I'm not playing cards."

"I guess you're out of money?"

Jia Fang persisted.

Da Peng said, "The people who invite me are all womanizers who don't gamble. Since Dali is here, let's not play cards. Pick one of the ladies here, she'll sing with you later."

Dali looked around; they were all dressed to the nines, any one of them would be suitable, but no matter who he chose, he couldn't bear to give up the other ladies. While hesitating, Hongyan whispered in his ear, "Don't choose anyone else, I'll sing with you."

Dali also whispered to her, "I don't have any money."

"I don't want any money. We're all from the same village, how could I take your money?"

Dali was overjoyed and looked up at Dapeng, saying, "Let Hongyan sing with me."

Jiafang said, "Hongyan is my sister, don't be rude to her."

Dali smiled and asked, "What if Hongyan is rude to me?"

Everyone laughed. Jiafang said, "If she's rude to you, you can't be rude to her either."

After dinner, they went to Langchao KTV and chose a private room to sit down. Hongyan pulled Dali to dance a cheek-to-cheek dance. Dali had never danced before, but he quickly learned it with a high level of comprehension. He pressed Hongyan's two breasts together, his lower abdomen pressed against Hongyan's belly, and his erect penis pressed against Hongyan's lower abdomen.

Hongyan deliberately pushed forward, pressing against his penis, and whispered, "Your thing is so hard."

Dali cupped Hongyan's buttocks with both hands and asked, "Is your thing soft?"

"Want to try?"

"How do we try now?"

"Come with me."

Dali followed Hongyan, turning left and right, passing through several doors, and found that they had left the KTV. They went up to the second floor, and Hongyan opened a door and led him in, then turned around and closed the door. Hongyan turned on the light, and Dali realized that it was a bedroom. Hongyan touched Dali's penis again and found that it was soft, so she helped him take off his clothes one by one.

Dali leaned down and looked at Hongyan's two breasts, which were squeezed out like balls by her bra, swallowed, and said, "Hongyan, I don't have any money."

Hongyan smiled: "I told you, I don't need your money."

Dali breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I thought singing was free, but sex cost money."

As he spoke, he took the opportunity to unhook Hongyan's bra and top together, and her breasts looked a little small. He then realized that they were squeezed like that to make her breasts appear larger.

Hongyan led Dali into the cave, then wrapped her legs around his and said, "Brother Dali, I like you."

"You like me? I'm a bad person."

"I like bad people, tell me how you're bad?"

"I gamble, I lost all my family's money, and when I couldn't pay my debts, I went to Shenzhen to work. Last month, I made my wife sleep with someone to pay off my gambling debts. Isn't that bad?"

"Bad. Hehe. I've liked bad people since I was little, do you know why?"

"Why?"

"When I was little, I was greedy, and I envied the bad guys in movies who ate and drank well. Now that I'm older, I think being a bad person is free; you can do whatever you want. I think, as long as I don't harm people, don't kill or commit arson, how bad can I be? If you want to gamble, you can gamble; no one will restrain you. Isn't that great? If I want a man, I can sleep with him; no one will control me. Isn't that great? If I were a good person, I couldn't do these things; it would be exhausting. What's the point of living?"

“Hongyan, you and I think the same way, except I haven’t figured it out as clearly as you have. Anyway, I just want to gamble, or sleep with women. If I have to do neither, I’d rather be dead.”

“You’re a bad man, I’m a bad woman, we’re a perfect match. Ah—”

Hongyan began to moan. She could have sex with many men a day, but rarely enjoyed the pleasure of sex. Her moans and orgasms were fake, but today’s moans were genuine pleasure.

An orgasm followed, and Dali reached his peak at just the right moment.

"Being a prostitute must be fun, right? You get to sleep with so many men every day."

"Bullshit. Could you handle sleeping with so many women every day?"

"I could." "

Hmph, try it for two days and you'd be exhausted. You think you can pick and choose your clients? Even the ugliest woman wants you to sleep with her, and you can't refuse if you want to make money? Would you be happy?"

"I can't get an erection then. I won't make that kind of money."

"That won't do. There are rules in this industry; prostitutes can't choose their clients."

Dali sat up and said, "I almost forgot, I need to talk to Dapeng about something."

Hongyan hugged him and asked, "What's wrong? Tell me."

"Would it help if I told you? I don't want to work on the construction site anymore. I want Dapeng to find me a job."

"That's it? I'll talk to Dapeng tomorrow, there won't be any problem."

"I'd better go see him now."

"Why are you in such a hurry? If you don't have food, I'll give you some."

"Not only do I not have food, I don't even have a place to stay tonight."

"Silly boy. Just stay here. There's a woman with you, don't you want that?"

"Can I sleep here until dawn?"

"If I say I can, then I can."

"Okay. Then I won't leave."

Dali threw off his clothes, turned around, and clung to Hongyan. "I still want to fuck you."

The next day, Chen You went to work and found Dali missing. He asked Zhou Xinfeng, who said he didn't know and hadn't asked for leave. He called Zhigang, who said, "He's too ashamed to stay there. You go to work, I'll come find him."

Zhigang knew Dali had no acquaintances in Shanghai, only Dapeng, and although he was a gambler, he lacked the courage and boldness to abandon Dapeng, an acquaintance, and go wandering on his own. He called Dapeng: "Dapeng, did Dali go to your place?"

“Yes,”

Da Peng said, not daring to lie to Zhi Gang.

“Tell him to come to my office right now. If he doesn’t, he’ll face the consequences.”

“Okay. I’ll talk to him right away.”

“Wait a minute, why don’t you drive him here yourself?”

Half an hour later, Da Peng brought Dali. Zhi Gang said, “Da Peng, thank you. You can go back to your work.”

Dali stood in front of Zhi Gang’s desk, head bowed like a criminal. Zhi Gang walked to the sofa and said, “Sit here.”

Zhi Gang had calmed down and didn’t want to lash out at Dali. He sat down on the sofa first before Dali dared to sit down.

“Dali, I don’t consider you my brother-in-law anymore. Let’s talk this out calmly today. What do you plan to do?”

Dali remained silent, head bowed.

"Zhichun wants a divorce. Do you agree?"

Dali suddenly knelt on the ground, crying, "Zhigang, I'm not human. I'm sorry to Zhichun, I'm sorry to your whole family. Please forgive me."

Hearing this, Zhigang became even angrier: "I've already forgiven you, otherwise, why would I be sitting here with you if I hadn't torn you apart? You think forgiving you means everything's fine? Forgiving you means you won't mention divorce anymore?"

Dali remained kneeling, and Zhigang grew angrier the more he looked at him, shouting, "Get up!"

Dali stood up. Zhigang stood up from the sofa, pointed at Dali, and said, "You think you can hide? With your cowardly attitude, it's no wonder you lose money gambling. I don't blame you for gambling, I just can't stand your personality. No matter how strong your gambling addiction is, I don't believe you can't quit, but I believe you'll never change your personality, so you'll never succeed at anything. I think even that bastard Zheng Ting is much better than you. Enough nonsense. Tell me if you agree to the divorce or not."

Dali stammered, "I have no choice but to agree."

"Of course not. This matter is not only not up to you, but also not up to Zhichun. Don't leave here, I'll have someone drive you and Zhichun back to Daishan County to complete the formalities."

Zhigang went to Lanhua's office next door. Lanhua was still in Guizhou and hadn't returned yet. He sat in Lanhua's seat and made an internal call to Zhichun: "Second Sister, come to Lanhua's office for a moment."

Zhichun came in, and Zhigang asked, "Second Sister, do you want to divorce Dali?"

Zhichun said, "Even if we're going to divorce, does it have to be this urgent? I haven't thought it through yet."

"Second Sister, you've been married for so many years, don't you understand Dali? What good does he have to offer?"

"After all, we've been husband and wife for so many years. It's hard to just leave like this."

"You'll feel even worse if you don't leave. Second Sister, you're too soft-hearted. Let me tell you, after talking to Zheng Ting yesterday, I think even that bastard is much better than Dali."

Actually, Zhigang already admired Zheng Ting quite a bit, but because he had despicably slept with Zhichun—it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it promiscuity—he couldn't bring himself to think well of him.

Zhichun said, "Zhigang, I'll listen to you. Actually, I've already made up my mind, but I just can't bring myself to do it now. Please help me make this decision. I trust you."

"Okay,"

Zhigang said, "I'll send a car right away to take you back to complete the divorce procedures. Also, I'll have someone go with you, in case you change your mind halfway through."

Zhigang dialed Guiling's number: "Guiling, have Zhihong come to Lanhua's office."

Zhihong arrived shortly after. Zhigang said, "Zhihong, I'm giving you a task. I'll send a car; you take Zhihong and Dali back to Daishan County to complete the divorce procedures. Remember, don't listen to either of them; make all the decisions. Show me the divorce certificate when you get back."

Zhihong was the one who most wanted Zhichun to get a divorce, so she was more than happy to do this. She said, "Don't worry. Leave it to me."

Wang Changqing's wedding was scheduled for a Saturday at Hall 2 of the Lincun Guild Hall, because its multi-functional hall was larger and could accommodate more than 30 tables at the same time. He actually booked the entire Lincun Guild Hall for the whole day, and he booked both halls, paying for everything himself. Although Hall 1 wasn't hosting a wedding, it was still decorated festively and lively. Two rows of brightly colored flower baskets were arranged in a V-shape from the entrance in the courtyard, and a colorful archway was made of balloons in the lobby with the words: "Wang Changqing and Zhou Ying's Wedding." A sign on one side prominently displayed a notice: "To celebrate the wedding of Mr. Wang Changqing and Ms. Zhou Ying, and also to celebrate the reunion of Mr. Wang Changqing with his daughter Ms. Shen Qiong and the adoption of his goddaughter Liu Xiaoshuang, all guests today will have their meals free, on Mr. Wang Changqing's treat. Have a pleasant day!"

Hall 2 was even more lively today, with 32 tables crammed into the multi-functional hall. Behind the stage was a colorful spray-painted backdrop, a festive red tone, with cartoon figures of Wang Changqing, Xiao Cui, Shen Qiong, and Xiaoshuang in the lower right corner: exaggerated bodies, holding hands, but their faces were their own photographs. The focal point of the entire backdrop was a line of large, golden, cursive characters in the center: "The Happy Romance of the Rag King." Below that was a line of smaller characters: "Wedding Ceremony of Wang Changqing and Zhou Ying and the Reunion Ceremony of Wang Changqing with his daughters Shen Qiong and Liu Xiaoshuang."

Qiang Hui and his wife, Yu Qin and his wife, Wu Fan and Chu Guanjun, and Xia Qing and his wife were all present; Yu Qin was holding her two-year-old son. Lan Hua had specially come back from Guizhou. Wang Changqing had few relatives in his hometown; only his older brother and sister-in-law came. Xiao Cui's father had difficulty moving around, so her younger brother accompanied their mother. These people, along with Zhigang, Li Shixun, Guiling, Liu Weiqiang

, and others, totaled more than 20, all seated at a large round table in front of the stage. The host was Guiling, who, wearing a red cheongsam and holding a microphone, gracefully walked to the center of the stage and said, "Distinguished guests, ladies and gentlemen: The ragpicker has found his happy ending, the female reporter has reunited with her biological father, and the neighboring village hall is filled with joyous occasions. For today's celebration, Mr. Wang Changqing originally wanted to invite a famous television host, but I didn't let him. It wasn't to save him money; I simply believed that I was the most suitable host today."

This confident yet humorous remark drew enthusiastic applause from the audience.

“Why am I the most suitable?”

Gui Ling continued, “Today, Mr. Wang Changqing is celebrating three joyous occasions, all of which are taking place at the Lin Village Guild Hall. Who am I? The General Manager of the Lin Village Guild Hall. Everyone, do you think I’m suitable to be the host?”

“Yes!”

Everyone applauded again.

“Alright. Enough of this digression, please welcome today’s protagonist, Mr. Wang Changqing, to the stage.”

Wang Changqing, wearing a brand-new navy blue suit and a boutonniere with the word “Groom” on it, walked to the microphone in the center of the stage, bowed to the audience, and then said into the microphone: “Thank you all for coming and witnessing these three joyous occasions for me. The first joyous occasion is that I have reunited with my daughter. The newspapers said that I had been searching for my daughter for more than ten years, which is not true. I knew where my daughter was from the beginning, so I didn’t need to search for her, but I couldn’t reunite with her. I had been following her for more than ten years. I thank my daughter for never forgetting her father.”

Amidst another round of enthusiastic applause, Shen Qiong, holding Xiao Shuang's hand, went up on stage together. Shen Qiong knelt down in front of Wang Changqing with a thud, and Xiao Shuang followed suit. Wang Changqing and Gui Ling quickly helped them up. With tears streaming down her face, Shen Qiong took the microphone from Gui Ling and said, “I haven’t seen my dad since the third grade of elementary school. I’ve searched for him everywhere, but I never imagined he was always behind me. Actually, for the past few years, I’ve had this feeling that there’s a pair of eyes watching me from behind, but when I turn around, there’s nothing there. I thought I was hallucinating. Since leaving my dad, I’ve had no home. When I was in school, I went back to my mom’s house every day. There was a very nice man there, my mom’s husband, but not my dad. After I got married, I went back to our little nest every day. There were no elderly people there to look after us, and even though we didn’t live together, there was no phone call to ask how we were doing. What I worry about most is that this person I can call Dad, he must still be alive in this world. He has no home, and he might not even have enough to eat. In winter, when it rains, where does he sleep? I often wake up on cloudy, rainy nights and can’t fall back asleep. I look out the window and imagine my dad taking shelter from the rain under some bridge, but I still get soaked.”

Shen Qiong couldn’t continue, tears still streaming down her face. After a moment of silence, thunderous applause erupted.

Shen Qiong composed herself and continued, "Do you know how hard it is, yet how blissful, to have a loved one you care about? Thank you!"

Wang Changqing came over and hugged his daughter, wiping away her tears, saying, "Silly girl. Your father isn't that miserable; he's a junk collector now."

His own tears flowed uncontrollably.

Guiling said, "Mr. Wang Changqing has finally found happiness after all his hardships. He not only reunited with his daughter but also gained a goddaughter. Xiaoshuang, say a few words." Xiaoshuang,

also in tears, took the microphone and said, "I have a father and mother, and an older sister named Dashuang, back in my hometown. But I once wanted to abandon them and leave this world. Thank you, Sister Guiling and Uncle Liu Weiqiang, for saving me. Thank you, my godfather and Sister Shen Qiong, for teaching me the value of cherishing what I have. Thank you!"

Wang Changqing hugged his two daughters and happily said into the microphone, "Tell me, with these two lovely daughters, is all the suffering worth it?"

"Yes!"

Guiling led the bride, Xiaocui, in her pure white wedding dress, onto the stage. Guiling said, "With this third happy event, Wang Changqing's family is finally complete. Welcome the children's mother to the stage."

Laughter and applause filled the room, bringing the atmosphere to a climax. This petite, young, and beautiful bride, who looked even younger than Shen Qiong, was called "mother," surprising and exciting all the guests. Guiling pushed Xiao Cui next to Wang Changqing and handed her the microphone.

Xiao Cui said, “I completely understand Shen Qiong’s feelings about searching for her father. I have a father, but I worry that I might lose him at any time. He has been bedridden for many years, and we have no money for treatment. My mother farms and takes care of my father, and I also have a younger brother in school, so I came to Shanghai to work and earn money. Old Wang is not much younger than my father, and some people ask me if I married him because I was seeking fatherly love. I don’t know if I am, but the first day I met Old Wang, I knew he was a great father and a good person. Such a person is worthy of my love, and marrying him makes me feel at ease.”

Amidst enthusiastic applause, Gui Ling announced, “The wedding of Wang Changqing and Zhou Ying now begins!”

Zhi Gang was the officiant, and Gui Ling invited him to speak on stage. Zhi Gang gladly picked up the microphone and said, “Everyone is very moved today, and I am also very excited, so let me say a few more words. First, I want to correct a viewpoint, which perhaps most of you here also hold. I’d like to ask a question first: Do you think farmers are educated?”

Most of the people below did not answer, their minds pondering why he had asked such a question; the answer certainly wouldn’t be so simple. Only a few people said, "They lack culture."

Zhigang continued, "People generally believe that farmers lack culture, but this view is wrong. It's true that farmers have limited education and knowledge, but culture and knowledge are two different concepts and shouldn't be confused. Tell me, does Wang Changqing have any culture? He's at most a junior high school graduate, but isn't the traditional Chinese cultural virtues he embodies profound and substantial? Isn't this traditional culture, this rural culture, culture? His daughter, Shen Qiong, embodies virtues like filial piety and family affection. I believe she didn't learn these in university, but rather absorbed them from her childhood in the countryside. I think the proportion of her classmates and colleagues with these virtues is no higher than that of migrant workers. For example, recently there was a case where a student studying abroad stabbed his mother at Pudong Airport simply because she had no more money for him to squander. This person has a master's degree or a doctorate; his knowledge is considerable. Can you say he's cultured? I would define him as knowledgeable but uncultured."

A

round of applause erupted.

As the applause subsided, Zhigang continued, "The bride, Zhou Ying, hadn't even graduated from junior high school. To pay for her father's illness, ease her mother's burden, and allow her younger brother to continue his studies, she dropped out of school at a young age to come to Shanghai to earn money. Isn't this kind of virtue cultivated in the rural land? Let me give you another example. A mining accident occurred, and rescuers dug out a miner's helmet. Inside was a list of debts owed by its owner, ranging from tens of yuan to thousands of yuan. The owner of the miner's helmet had also written a few words to his wife: 'Debts don't die with a person; you must pay off these debts for me no matter what.' If these virtues weren't integrated into the culture, passed down from generation to generation, and nurtured season after season in the soil, how could they have survived for thousands of years? They have..." As nourishment for culture, it flows in the blood of farmers. This cultural philosophy, which integrates Confucianism, Taoism, Buddhism, and other schools of thought and permeates the lowest levels of society, is the essence of traditional Chinese folk culture. It is the root of a nation's ability to survive in times of difficulty and thrive in times of prosperity, and it is the soul of a nation that must never be lost.

Zhigang paused, waiting for the applause to subside, and said, "Therefore, today, while congratulating Wang Changqing on the reunion of father and daughter, the adoption of his adopted daughter, and his wedding, I also congratulate those of you here who, like me, come from migrant worker backgrounds, as well as those intellectual elites and entrepreneurs whose ancestors were certainly also farmers. Congratulations on the fact that the blood of farmers has not been severed in you. Thank you!"

Zhigang's brilliant speech pushed the already climax of the event to another level. Back in his seat, Liu Weiqiang shook his hand and said, "President Feng, your speech was brilliant. Your insights were novel and unique, truly thought-provoking."

"Not at all,"

Zhigang said modestly, "just my humble opinion, please enlighten me."

After the ceremony, the banquet began. Chun'er brought more than a dozen classmates to the stage to perform dances, solo singing, instrumental music, and other programs.

Chapter 30: Signing the Marriage Agreement.

Zhihong took Zhichun and Dali back to Shanghai. As soon as she got off the car, Zhihong ran to Zhigang's office, put the divorce certificate on the desk, and said, "Zhigang, luckily you let me go, otherwise they wouldn't have been able to get a divorce."

"What happened?"

"After sleeping at home for one night, Zhichun changed her mind again. I gave her a good scolding before she came to town with me."

"I was afraid she would do this, that's why I asked you to go."

As soon as Dali got off the car, he ran to the Wave KTV in town and found Hongyan, telling her that he had gone home to get a divorce these past few days. Hongyan said, "Why did you get a divorce?"

"Because I made Zhichun sleep with other people to pay off gambling debts, Zhigang insisted that I get a divorce."

"Brother Dali, will you marry me?"

"Marry you?"

Dali looked at Hongyan. This girl was quite pretty, a different kind of beauty compared to Zhichun: Zhichun was quiet, while Hongyan was lively. "Aren't you afraid I'll lose you to someone else too?"

"What am I afraid of? My job is sleeping with men. You're letting me sleep with people, which is perfect, so I don't have to solicit business."

"That's interesting. Are you really willing to marry me?"

“Being a prostitute is a short-lived career, how many more years can I do it? As long as you don’t mind, I’ll marry you.”

“If you marry me, you can’t be a prostitute anymore.”

“Of course. As long as you agree to marry me, I’ll quit being a prostitute immediately.”

Dali stared at Hongyan’s exposed breasts and said, “Hongyan, I want to marry you right now.”

“Then let’s go.”

Hongyan led Dali back to the room they had visited before. Hongyan liked Dali but not Zhigang, a man who acted all proper. She felt that Dali lived authentically, being bad was bad, and he let others know he was a bad person. Zhigang wasn’t a good person either; he had slept with all the women around him, yet he acted all virtuous and pretended to be a good person every day. When she first arrived in Shanghai, she liked Dapeng and gave her virginity to him because Dapeng was the most authentic bad person she saw at the time. Of course, there was another reason: she didn’t consider herself a good person either. Bad people like bad people, they’re evenly matched.

Dali took off Hongyan’s top and bra, his large hands kneading her breasts until they ached. Hongyan held Dali's head, kissed his lips, and sucked on his tongue. She rarely kissed men. When entertaining guests, for safety reasons, she never kissed, not even foreplay, but simply urged the man to enter quickly, hoping he would finish quickly so she could serve the next guest. But today, Hongyan caressed Dali all over. She felt that this was a man sent to her by heaven. She was almost 30 years old and would have to get married sooner or later; who would want to marry a prostitute? It just so happened that she met Dali, and even better, Dali had just gotten divorced.

Hongyan licked Dali's already hard penis with the tip of her tongue, then let it enter her. This was her own penis, and she wanted to enjoy it. She hummed and moaned, waves of pleasure coming and going, piling up like sand building a castle, growing higher and higher until it finally collapsed under the weight, and her orgasm surged forth.

Holding Dali tightly, Hongyan said softly, "Xiaocui is married, and I'm going to get married too."

"Xiaocui?"

Dali didn't recognize her.

“Xiao Cui used to be a prostitute like me. Once, we were kidnapped by some migrant workers. They wanted money, but they also wanted to sleep with us for free. Later, we were rescued, and we were both pregnant. We had our postpartum care at Third Sister's place. Third Sister and Zhigang advised us to quit being prostitutes. Xiao Cui listened to them, but I didn't and came back. Now Xiao Cui is the executive deputy general manager of the migrant workers' home. She's doing well and just married a rich boss. Although her husband is a bit old, for people like us, it's already a blessing.”

“Do you regret it? If you hadn't come back, you'd probably be the deputy general manager too?”

“I don't regret it. Even if I hadn't come back, I might not have been able to stay. I just felt that being a prostitute was free, while going to work every day was too restrictive. If I hadn't come back, I might have been fired by Lan Hua in no time. You don't know how ruthless she was when she fired Da Peng.”

“You didn't want to stay there because you were afraid of being fired?”

“Maybe a little. It's better for me to leave than to be fired.”

“That's true. You're just cut out to be a prostitute. You probably wouldn't be able to do a good job as a deputy general manager.”

“Brother Dali, I don't want to wait anymore. Let's get married.”

"I just got divorced, and I'm getting married right away?"

"Why not?"

Dali scratched his head. "It's not impossible."

Zhichun returned home from Zhihong's house next door that evening. The moment she unlocked the door, she was pushed into the living room by a force, the door slammed shut, and a large hand covered her mouth.

"Zhichun, don't be afraid, it's me."

The hand covering her mouth was removed. Zhichun, still shaken, recognized Zheng Ting and said unhappily, "Didn't we agree you wouldn't come again?"

Zheng Ting didn't speak, but picked Zhichun up horizontally, gently placed her on the bed, and pounced on her to kiss her. Zhichun kept her mouth tightly shut, refusing the kiss. Zheng Ting said, "Zhichun, I like you."

"But I don't like you,"

Zhichun said. "Go away, don't come again."

Zheng Ting didn't speak again, but grabbed Zhichun and thrust his penis into her. Zhichun yielded, writhing in pleasure. When Zheng Ting kissed her again, she met his kiss passionately.

Subconsciously, Zhichun still enjoyed Zheng Ting's savagery, but she refused to admit it. Before the divorce, Dali stopped going home. For the past two months, Zhichun had only had Zheng Ting as a man. Although Zhichun was always passive and even refused, she felt a surge of tenderness whenever Zheng Ting entered her; she couldn't resist the physical pleasure.

Zheng Ting moved inside Zhichun for half an hour, and Zhichun screamed as she reached orgasm, clinging to Zheng Ting and urging him to thrust harder into her. Zheng Ting also reached his peak with exhilaration. Zhichun understood that the reason Zheng Ting dared to repeatedly seek her out was because she always cooperated with him and enjoyed it. However, she couldn't resist, and for some reason, she always orgasmed with Zheng Ting, something she had never experienced with Dali before.

After the climax, Zhichun urged Zheng Ting, "You should leave now."

"Why should I leave? I still want to have sex with you."

"No. My sister lives next door. If Zhigang finds out, he'll kill you."

"I came here expecting him to kill me. Zhichun, I really love you to death. Marry me, okay?"

"Zhigang won't agree to me marrying you."

"You're the older sister, why would you listen to him?"

"He's insightful and sees things clearly, of course I'll listen to him. Besides, I don't want to marry you."

"Zhichun, you won't believe me, but I've quit gambling. Really. I said I'd quit last time. I kept my word; I haven't gambled even once. I did it." "

It's no use you quitting. Zhigang hates you and will never agree to me marrying you."

"What about you? Are you willing?"

"I just got divorced and don't want to get married again."

"Then I'll wait for you, until you want to get married."

"What are you doing? We don't even know each other, and you're even younger than me."

Zheng Ting rolled off the bed and knelt before it. "Zhichun, it was my bad luck not to know you before, but I fell in love with you the moment I met you. Promise me. I swear I'll never gamble again. If you ever hear that I've gambled again, I'll cut off a finger myself. Do you believe me?"

Zhichun got up and pulled Zheng Ting away, saying, "Get up. What kind of talk is this?"

"I won't get up."

Zhichun's heart softened, and she hugged Zheng Ting, saying, "Get up, I want you now."

"Really?"

Zheng Ting was overjoyed. He stood up, pounced on Zhichun, and thrust into her.

Another exhilarating climax. Zheng Ting said happily, "Haha. I'm so damn lucky to marry you."

Zhichun said, "I didn't say I wanted to marry you. I just said I wanted you to sleep with me."

Zheng Ting said, "As long as you want me, I'll do whatever you want me to do."

As expected, Zhigang strongly opposed Zheng Ting's offer to marry her. He said, "Who is he? A gambler, a criminal. He cheated on you, and you still want to marry him? What kind of absurd thing is that?"

Zhihong also objected, saying, "You're being shameless. What's so good about him? Besides, you just got divorced, and you're already in such a hurry to get married? Can't you live without a man?"

"No,"

Zhichun said, "It's not that I necessarily want to marry him, it's that he insists on marrying me."

Zhihong said, "You just escaped one gambler, and now you want to marry another gambler? Have you lost your mind?"

"He's already quit gambling."

Zhigang said, "You've only known him for a few days, and you already believe him so easily? Even if he's quit, it's only been a few days! He'll be gambling again soon."

"He said he'd cut off his own finger if he gambled again."

Zhigang was both amused and annoyed, pointing at Zhichun and saying, "How old are you? How can you still be so naive? You believe the words and oaths of a gambler?"

"Alright, alright,"

Zhichun said impatiently, "I never said I had to marry him, nor did I say we'd get married right away. What's the rush?"

Zhigang and Zhihong were dumbfounded. Indeed, she had only mentioned that Zheng Ting wanted to marry her, without even saying whether she was willing or not. Why were they reacting so strongly?

Zhihong said, "Zhigang and I are worried about you, afraid you'll get taken advantage of. Your personality will always put you at a disadvantage."

"Even if I do get taken advantage of, it's because I'm willing. It's not unfair,"

Zhichun said irritably.

“You silly girl,”

Zhihong said, tapping Zhichun’s forehead with her index finger, “you only ever say harsh things to your family, never a harsh word to anyone outside.”

Zhigang said, “Alright, since Zhichun said she didn’t agree, let’s not say anything more. But we need to prevent things from escalating.”

Zhihong said, “Right, let’s not talk about this anymore. Zhichun, I’ve already enrolled you, we’ll go study together.”

“Study what?”

“You chose accounting yourself, how could you forget? I’m going to study several majors.”

“Okay.”

Zhigang said, “You two should at least get a college diploma.”

Zheng Ting had really given up gambling. This kid had a fierce streak. When he was little, he got into a fight with a friend from the village and injured him. His mother told him to go to the friend’s house to apologize, or she wouldn’t give him food. He said he hadn’t done anything wrong, and refused to apologize, so he wouldn’t eat. He could still go out to the hillside to sunbathe after one meal, and after two meals, he would go home and sleep in bed. After three meals, his parents started to worry. He missed four meals,

and his grandmother, who felt most sorry for him, smoothed things over by bringing him a bowl of noodles to his bedside, saying, "Don't apologize anymore, eat." Only then did he begin to eat. He was from Jiangsu, in the same village as Zhou Xinfeng. He was the youngest in his family, with two older sisters and an older brother. His siblings were either farming or working, enough to support the family, so as long as he wanted to study, or had the ability to get into university, his family could afford it. He went to high school, and in his second year, he got into a fight again. His homeroom teacher made him write a self-criticism, read it aloud in front of the whole class, and post it on the school bulletin board. The school was also going to discipline him. This fight was because of Xiao Shuhua, the prettiest and best student in the class, the class monitor. Xiao Shuhua secretly approached him, saying that Ding Xiaolong would wait for her on her way home every evening after self-study, wanting to date her. She didn't like Ding Xiaolong and wanted Zheng Ting to help teach him a lesson. Zheng Ting's blood boiled, and he readily agreed. He felt that if Xiao Shuhua said she didn't like Ding Xiaolong, then she most likely liked him. He found Ding Xiaolong, but the two couldn't reach an agreement, so they punched each other. Zheng Ting was strong and ruthless, breaking Ding Xiaolong's nose with a single punch.

Afterwards, Xiao Shuhua went to Zheng Ting again, begging him not to say he fought for her, otherwise her parents would be furious, it would definitely affect her studies, and she might not get into university. Zheng Ting agreed. Because he wanted to avoid the truth, and because his Chinese grades were poor and he couldn't fabricate a story, his self-criticisms were always unacceptable. In the end, he simply stopped writing them, resulting in his expulsion from school. His homeroom teacher, Teacher Qian, didn't actually want to expel him, because apart from his poor Chinese grades, everything else was fine. Even if he couldn't get into a university, he still had a chance at a junior college. In a rural high school, getting into a junior college was considered a high achievement. However, Ding Xiaolong's parents had already taken the matter to the school leaders, and even the county education bureau knew about it, leaving the homeroom teacher powerless.

After leaving school, Zheng Ting apprenticed as a carpenter, and after completing his apprenticeship, went to work in Shanghai. He later lost contact with Xiao Shuhua, but heard that she had been admitted to a university in North China. Ding Xiaolong was admitted to a vocational school and returned to his hometown to become a village cadre after graduation.

Every day after work, Zheng Ting felt incredibly bored. There was a broken TV in the dormitory, but in these makeshift sheds, it was impossible to install cable TV. Even with the antenna turned around, he could only barely receive three or four channels, the clearest being CCTV-1. He didn't like watching the news; by the time CCTV-1's prime-time dramas finished, it was already 10 PM, and they'd only been playing a few rounds of mahjong. No wonder migrant workers liked to gamble; what else could they do?

Zheng Ting would go out for a walk, watching the traffic flow and the lights of countless homes stretching to the horizon. When he returned, the mahjong game was over, and he would go to bed. He did this every day, and he found it hard to keep up. But if he went back to playing mahjong, he really would chop off his fingers in front of Zhichun.

Zheng Ting called Zhou Xinfeng: "Xinfeng, I'm thinking of working at your construction site. Could you talk to your boss about it?"

"What would you do here? You won't get any more money."

"To be honest, I've sworn off gambling. I'm so anxious every night I have nowhere to go, and I'm afraid I'll succumb to gambling again. I want to keep you company."

Zhou Xinfeng wasn't a gambler either, only joining others when they needed one more player. He said, "Okay. I'll talk to Peng Daqun, I don't know if that'll work."

"Please don't mention our gambling with Dali."

"Don't worry. It's not something honorable, I won't say anything."

Daqun was a kind and easy-going person. He figured that if his subordinates were asking him for help, they must be in a difficult situation. Since they were short-staffed with carpenters, he was in a situation where hiring more or less wouldn't matter, so he agreed.

After Zheng Ting started working there, he spent every day with Zhou Xinfeng. He didn't want to tell Zhou Xinfeng about his pursuit of Zhichun, so figuring out how to get rid of Zhou Xinfeng became a problem. Fortunately, Zhou Xinfeng sometimes played mahjong with others, so he took the opportunity to loiter downstairs at Zhichun's house. After everyone had turned off their lights and gone to sleep, he quietly went upstairs and listened at Zhichun's door for a while. He knew that knocking at this hour wouldn't get Zhichun's attention, and might even disturb the neighbors, Zhihong and his wife. He stood there for a while, realizing he wouldn't see Zhichun that night, and then went back downstairs.

Zheng Ting had just reached the first floor when he felt a heavy blow to the head, and the intense pain caused him to faint.

When he woke up, Zheng Ting found himself lying on the sofa in Zhigang's office, with Zhigang and Chen You sitting beside him, coldly watching him. His head still hurt. He touched it and saw blood on his hands, thinking that the blow must have been quite severe; it must have been his brother-in-law, Zhichun, who was a bricklayer.

He sat up and took a tissue to wipe the blood from his hands.

"Do you know why you're here?"

Zhigang asked him coldly.

"I know."

Zheng Ting's stubbornness flared up, and he was fearless. "You can kill me then. If you don't kill me, I'll marry Zhichun."

Chen You said, "I didn't realize you were such a scoundrel. If I don't kill you, I'll call the police and let them deal with you."

"I'm not afraid of being killed by you, why would I be afraid of the police? Go ahead and call the police. But I didn't do anything today. Is it illegal to just loiter around someone's door?"

Zhigang said, "Loiter around someone's door in the middle of the night, why? Explain it to the police."

"I won't say anything. What can the police do? Can they kill me?"

Chen You stood up and said, "Fine, if I don't kill you today, I'll cripple you."

Zhigang stopped Chen You and said, "We won't hit you. Even if you're a scoundrel, you still have a scoundrel's logic. Let's talk about reason." "

I still stand by what I said: either you kill me, or I'll marry Zhichun."

Chen You said, "With a scoundrel like you, would Zhichun marry you?"

“Give me three months. If Zhichun still isn’t willing, I’ll stop bothering her.”

Zhigang asked, “Are you really quit gambling?”

“Really. I haven’t gambled for two months.”

“Two months is too short. Gamblers talk big, they'll be gambling again the moment they turn their backs.”

“If you don’t believe me, I’ll chop off one of my fingers right now.”

Zhigang said, “Don’t play that game, you know I won’t let you. Kid, let me tell you, my second sister is a flower, she can’t be stuck in cow dung. Even if Dali’s pile of cow dung is cleared away, it won’t be your turn. If you really want to marry my second sister, first, my second sister has to be willing, and second, you have to prove you’re not cow dung.”

“How can I prove it?”

“Two things: First, never gamble. Even if we get married, if you gamble even once, you’ll get a divorce. Second, your education level has to be higher than Zhichun’s.”

“I can do both of those. My education level is already higher than Zhichun’s.”

“Not really. You didn’t graduate high school, you’re only a junior high school graduate.”

“Fine. I’ll go to a technical school, learn a skill and it’ll be equivalent to a high school diploma.”

“No. Zhichun is already in college, after she graduates, you’ll have to take the bachelor’s degree exam.”

“I’ll also take the college exam, can’t I be the same as her?”

"No. You have to be taller than her."

This stumped Zheng Ting. He was a migrant worker, forced to work every day to survive, toiling away. To simultaneously earn a bachelor's degree was nothing short of a pipe dream. He knew Zhigang was deliberately making things difficult for him, hoping to discourage him.

Seeing his silence, Zhigang knew he was stumped and told him to think about it some more.

Zheng Ting thought for a good ten minutes before saying, "What if I get my bachelor's degree, but Zhichun has already married someone else?"

"That's because you two aren't meant to be. Don't blame anyone else."

"I promise you. But I have conditions."

"You're making conditions with me? Tell me."

"You need to arrange a less demanding job for me so I have time to study."

Chen You was unhappy and said, "Where would you find such a good deal? You'd be satisfied with just a job, not marrying Zhichun or taking the exam."

"I don't need a fancy job, being a security guard is fine, but I have to be allowed to study while at work."

Zhigang said, "You have quite a few conditions. Security guards earn little, less than half of what you earn now. Are you willing to do it?"

"Yes. As long as I can support myself."

"Okay. I promise you. But you can't work as a security guard here, and you have to stay away from Zhichun."

"Then..."

Zheng Ting hesitated, "Can we sign an agreement?"

"Of course. But the agreement has to clearly state that if Zhichun is already married after you get your degree, she can't marry you."

"Okay. Let's sign it like this."

Zhigang typed an agreement on the computer: Party A: Feng Zhichun Party B: Zheng Ting Party A and Party B have reached this agreement through negotiation.

1. Party A promises that if Party B obtains a bachelor's degree, Party A must marry Party B if Party A is unmarried; 2. Before Party B obtains a bachelor's degree, Party A has the freedom to marry anyone. If Party A is already married when Party B obtains a bachelor's degree, then Party B shall not harass Party A thereafter; 3. Party A promises to arrange a security job for Party B; 4. Party B shall not harass Party A before obtaining a bachelor's degree; 5. If either party breaches the contract, they must compensate the other party for economic losses;

6. This agreement is made in duplicate, with each party holding one copy.

Party A's Signature: Party B's Signature: Date Zhi Gang printed out two copies and handed them to Zheng Ting. After carefully reviewing them, Zheng Ting pointed to clause 4 and asked, "Can we omit this clause?"

Zhi Gang said, "No. How can you get a diploma if you keep harassing her? Besides, you've already achieved your goal by harassing her, so why would you need a diploma?"

"My goal is to marry her, not to harass her."

"That won't do either."

Actually, Zhi Gang's goal was for him to stop harassing Zhi Chun, so he wouldn't budge on this clause.

Zheng Ting had no choice but to agree and sign it. Zhi Gang handed it to Chen You and said, "Give this to Zhi Hong and tell her to wake Zhi Chun up and have her sign it."

Chen You took the agreement and left. Zheng Ting said, "President Feng, I know you don't trust me and are trying to scare me with this, hoping I'll back down. But I'm the kind of person who won't turn back even if I hit a wall. Whether I can marry Zhi Chun or not, I'll study until I'm old and still get the diploma."

Zhi Gang already quite admired this young man, but for now, it was just talk; it didn't prove anything yet. If he really succeeded, even if Zhichun couldn't marry him, Zhigang would still give him opportunities for personal development.

Chen You returned, carrying the agreement signed by Zhichun. He gave one copy to Zheng Ting, and Zhigang kept the other.

Zheng Ting left. Chen You said, "Zhigang, how could you sign such an agreement with him? What if he actually gets the diploma?"

"Then let Zhichun marry him. Wouldn't that be unfair to Zhichun?"

"But even if he gets the diploma, he'll still be a scoundrel, a convict."

Zhigang laughed and said, "What's wrong with a scoundrel like that? You scoundrel your way to a diploma, and I'll ask my older sister to marry you again."

"You're putting me in a bind? I won't sign an agreement with you. But will Zhichun agree then?"

"Nonsense. Zhichun has already signed, how could she not agree? Brother-in-law, let me tell you, what I hate most about this guy is that he raped my second sister, but I quite admire everything else about him. And what I'm worried about is that my second sister will fall in love with him before he even gets the diploma."

Chen You thought about it and realized that he was no ordinary person to be able to keep such a promise. It would certainly be a good thing for Zhichun to marry him. 02-12

Chapter 031 Immoral

EMB Class is held every Saturday and Sunday. Zhigang and Guiling always go together, but they never interfere with each other. Every time Guiling finished class, she would get into Liu Weiqiang's car and leave. Zhigang would then go on dates with Linli, usually to Qiaoli's house, and occasionally to other places. Zhigang could clearly see that Linli, thanks to his care, had a much better complexion, looking more radiant and beautiful. Her breasts, while not necessarily larger, were firmer and more lifted. Unfortunately, Linli was too busy and couldn't attend every class, sometimes missing both Saturday and Sunday.

There were thirty or forty students in the class, a diverse group of people. Zhigang thought that perhaps it was because the bosses and leaders were all so individualistic that the classmates seemed so colorful. They didn't have assigned seats in class. Zhigang liked to sit in the back row and noticed that another female classmate always sat in the last row. Her name was Han Shuping, the general manager of Fengyi Graphic Design Company. She was elegant, beautiful, and serious, rarely smiling. Some of the classmates, being nosy, had gathered all the information about everyone, and the news spread far and wide, especially regarding marital status. Han Shuping was 36 years old and still unmarried. Her classmates called her "the old maid" behind her back, though whether she was actually a virgin or not didn't matter to anyone.

The classmates were all leaders or bosses, either powerful or wealthy, so every month someone would treat everyone to a visit to their company. Chen Bo, the vice-principal in charge of EMBA teaching at the School of Accounting, seized the opportunity and simply arranged for the last Sunday of each month to be held at the company. Professors and students would go directly to the company, which wouldn't interfere with classes, provided a company tour, and enhanced interaction.

This Sunday was for Liu Weiqiang's company. Zhigang often passed by the company but had never gone inside. Once inside, he found it to be quite large, with tall, sturdy office buildings and a large parking lot at the back that could hold hundreds of cars. The company's conference room was also large enough to accommodate the thirty-odd students for the class. Zhigang and Han Shuping coincidentally chose the last row. Zhigang quietly asked her, "Why do you like sitting in the last row?"

"I don't know,"

Han Shuping looked at Zhigang, "What about you?"

"I don't know either. Anyway, I feel comfortable and at ease sitting in the back." "

Yeah. I feel the same way."

"You're someone who doesn't like to be in the spotlight and prefers to be alone, right?"

"Yes. How did you know?"

"Because I feel the same way."

A smile appeared on Han Shuping's pretty face.

Lunch and dinner were both at the guild hall in the neighboring village, and they also visited the guild hall. But this was Liu Weiqiang's treat, not Zhigang and Guiling's; they would have to treat them again next time. Weiqiang joked with Zhigang, "You and Guiling are the best off. Not only do you two only have to treat each other once, but I also have to spend money at your place."

Zhigang said, "You and Guiling are practically family now, so you're the one who's getting the best deal."

Zhigang's words clearly showed that he knew about his relationship with Guiling. Weiqiang laughed it off.

At dinner, Zhigang pulled Han Shuping to their table, and seeing this, Weiqiang jokingly said to Guiling, "Guiling, have you noticed that there are only two unmarried classmates in our class, and they happen to be a man and a woman?"

"Who?"

Guiling asked.

"So close yet so far."

Zhigang and Han Shuping both blushed. Guiling, wanting to embarrass Zhigang, said, "Yeah, how come I didn't notice? Zhigang, Shuping, why don't you two just get together? Stop being so picky."

Zhigang said, "Okay. But there's a condition: you marry Weiqiang, and I'll marry Shuping."

Guiling said, "I didn't say marriage, I said get together. Tonight, Weiqiang and I will book a room, and you and Shuping will book a room. Are you in?"

"If you dare, I dare."

After Zhigang finished speaking, seeing that Han Shuping's face was red, he knew she didn't like this kind of joke, so he shut up.

Guiling also saw Han Shuping's expression and changed the subject.

Guiling went to toast everyone and came back. Seeing that no one else had returned except Zhigang, she quietly said to him, "Can you sleep with this Han Shuping?"

"No."

Zhigang answered honestly.

"Why?"

"She's so old and still a virgin, which means men aren't attractive to her."

"That's not necessarily true. Besides, how do you know she's still a virgin?"

"I'm guessing, pretty much right."

"Why?"

"With her personality, men either wouldn't dare to have bad intentions towards her, or they wouldn't like her, so the chances of her giving herself to a man are too few, the probability is too low. And looking at her breasts, they don't look like they've been touched by a man."

"You can tell that?"

"Of course."

Zhigang glanced at Guiling's full breasts and said, "Just by looking at your breasts, I know Weiqiang has been touching you a lot lately."

Zhigang was discharged from the hospital and still couldn't move freely, so it was impossible for him to have sex. Zhigang hadn't been with her recently either, so Guiling's rosy complexion and alluring breasts must be the result of sex with Weiqiang.

"Get lost."

Guiling sat down next to Zhigang and said, "To be honest, I like Weiqiang."

"I like him too,"

Zhigang said.

“I’m serious.”

“I’m serious too.”

Guiling looked at Zhigang’s expression and knew he was deliberately twisting his meaning, so she said earnestly, “What I mean is, I’ve fallen in love with him.”

“I know you’ve fallen in love with him.”

Zhigang also said earnestly, clinking glasses with Guiling. “Congratulations.”

Guiling said, “I also hope you find your soulmate soon.”

Zhigang asked, “Do you mean that we can’t be together anymore?”

“No. If you contact me, I won’t refuse.”

“So you won’t contact me first?”

Guiling nodded.

“Sigh!”

Zhigang sighed softly, downing his drink in one gulp. “What’s the point then? These things are mutual.”

The others returned to the table. Guiling went back to her seat, and Han Shuping sat down.

“Shuping,”

Zhigang asked in a low voice, “can you tell me why you haven’t married yet?”

After drinking, Han Shuping’s expression became more lively. She said, “I can’t tell you.”

“What if I want to know?”

“I’ll only tell someone when I want to.”

“When is that when you want to tell someone?”

“I don’t know.”

“Alright, let me toast you. I’ll make you tell me.”

Zhigang finished his drink. Guiling’s blow to him was unexpectedly heavy. Apart from Jing’er, none of his women had left him as painfully as Guiling.

The banquet ended, and the crowd gradually dispersed. Zhigang had drunk a bit too much, but his mind was still clear. He returned to his office, sat by the old tree root, and boiled water to make Kung Fu tea. He liked to brew Kung Fu tea alone on two occasions: when he was feeling down, and when he was thinking about problems. Today, both were true.

Lan Hua came from her office and asked, "Is the banquet over?"

Zhi Gang nodded and said, "Come and have some tea."

Lan Hua sat down and, seeing his low spirits, asked, "What's wrong? Heartbroken again?"

Zhi Gang said, "More or less."

"Who made you so sad?"

Zhi Gang poured Lan Hua a cup of tea and asked, "Lan Hua, do you think you'll leave me?"

"How could I? My career and yours are intertwined, how could I leave you?"

"I mean, one day you have someone who loves you very much, and you love him very much too, and you two are soulmates, would you stop having sex with me?"

Lan Hua thought for a moment and said, "I don't believe such a person exists."

"What if he does?"

"That still wouldn't completely align with sex. I think my body will still crave other men, and you'd be the first one. I think if he were truly my soulmate, he would encourage me to do that."

"Come with me tonight."

They went to Zhi Gang's apartment together. Lan Hua prepared the bathwater and said, "Come and take a bath."

Zhi Gang took off his clothes and went in. Lan Hua was already covered in soapy water. He helped Lan Hua wash her breasts and labia, while Lan Hua repeatedly scrubbed his penis. Zhigang turned on the shower, rinsed himself clean, dried himself, and lifted Lanhua's thighs, his penis entering her open vulva. He carried Lanhua out of the bathroom like this, and Lanhua had already begun to moan.

Zhigang placed Lanhua on the bed, and he continued his assault while standing, thrusting his penis in and out repeatedly. Lanhua's moans on the bed grew louder and more rapid. When she reached her climax, she let out a sharp scream, her hands gripping the sheets and pounding them fiercely. Zhigang continued his relentless assault until her movements gradually weakened and she returned to calm.

Zhigang's penis remained erect inside her. He picked Lanhua up, and the two sat on the bed, embracing. Zhigang said, "Third Sister-in-law, I know what you said today wasn't entirely true."

"What are you saying?"

"You really have a man you love very much, so you don't want to sleep with me anymore."

"It's not exactly a lie, because I really don't know. At least until now, I love two men, one is you, and the other is Third Brother."

"If you don't go back tonight, will Third Brother have any thoughts?"

"No. He's been having a good time while I've been away. Jiafang sleeps with him every day."

Zhigang felt the clam's flesh tightening and loosening around his little brother, knowing that Lan Hua's climax was imminent. He laid her down, pressing all his weight onto her, concentrating on his jade pillar, repeatedly pressing down on the cave until the jade pillar and his entire body melted into the cave.

Zhigang's phone rang. Lanhua asked, "Who's calling now?"

Zhigang picked up the phone and looked at it, saying, "It's Xinyi. Xinyi, you're still awake?"

"No man can keep me awake. I bet there's a woman next to you right now."

"You're so smart. Want to know who it is?"

"I don't want to know. I just want you."

"Then come back."

"Can't you come over?"

"I'm too busy, I can't find the time."

"You think I'm not busy? You think I'm here on vacation? I'm calling to ask you to come over."

"What's up?" "

The establishment ceremony of the Pengjia Village Agricultural Cooperative in Daishan Town, Daishan County, and the groundbreaking ceremony of the Lincun Green Organic Food Supply Base. We'd like to invite General Manager Feng Zhigang to attend and cut the ribbon, is that alright?"

"Sure. What day is it?"

"Next Saturday. I'm letting you know in advance so you can arrange your time."

"Okay. I'll definitely go."

At this moment, Xinyi was at Zhigang's house. She had just taken a shower and wasn't wearing pajamas, so she sat naked on the bed making the call. She no longer bore any resemblance to Master Jingyuan; her long hair cascaded down her head like a black waterfall, making her skin appear even whiter. The sound of running water could still be heard from the bathroom; Qu Beibei was taking a shower. These two women had truly experienced the life of rural women left behind by their husbands, realizing how difficult their lives were. Sometimes Beibei would sleep directly in Xinyi's room; although they were both women, it was much better than being alone.

Beibei emerged from the bathroom, her long hair also cascading down her back, highlighting her fair skin. Beibei was tall, making her breasts appear smaller than Xinyi's, though they were actually slightly larger.

As soon as Beibei got into bed, she and Xinyi turned upside down, kissing each other's vulvas. Over the past few months, they had become intimately familiar with each other's genitals, licking countless times the number of petals, the layers of folds, and the shape of the stamens. They licked each other's clitoris until they bloomed, opening and closing like butterfly wings on a treetop, as if ready to take flight at any moment. They sat up, took out the V-shaped device, and clearly inserted it into each other's clitoris. Embracing each other, their full breasts rubbed together, their eyes closed, moaning in turn.

Beibei climaxed first; her movements were large, causing the device to thrust wildly inside Xinyi's vagina, triggering Xinyi's climax as well.

The next morning, when Xinyi and Beibei got up, Zhigang's parents were already in the fields. Porridge was cooked in one pot, and boiled sweet potatoes were simmering in another. They were eating breakfast with pickled vegetables when Da Ming's wife, Hongxia, arrived. Hongxia was there for a project at a neighboring village's breeding base. The project wasn't large—just an office building, a few bungalows, some auxiliary buildings, and road reconstruction from Pengjia Village to Daishan Town. Hongxia wanted her husband, Da Ming, to take the contract. Da Qun would definitely look down on this project, but for Da Ming, it might be an opportunity to start his own business. Besides, the subsequent projects would be even better, potentially making a lot of money, such as the water supply project. Pengjia Village, Xiaofengzhuang Village, and several nearby villages still lack running water. With the Daishan mining project imminent, this water supply project will be an indispensable source of drinking water for the mine's advance workers and will form the prototype for the future water supply system in the mine's core office and living area. Xinyi plans to implement the water supply project after the base is completed, an investment of ten to twenty million yuan. If Daming gets the contract, he will transform from a migrant worker into a contractor.

Xinyi has already promised Hongxia that she will give the project to Daming, and the contract has long been drafted. Hongxia is here today to sign the contract on Daming's behalf.

Hongxia went upstairs to retrieve two printed copies of the contract, the official seal already affixed. After Hongxia signed her name, the contract became effective.

Xinyi asked Hongxia, "Is Daming ready?"

"Yes, he's ready. Daqun agreed to let him bring a few skilled workers, and he'll be back the day after tomorrow."

Beibei said, "Hongxia, what you probably want most is for Daming to come back and sleep with you, right?"

Hongxia blushed and lowered her head without speaking. Xinyi said, "What's there to be embarrassed about? It's only natural to want a man, unless you're not a woman."

Beibei hugged Hongxia and asked, "Hongxia, when Daming comes back, I want to sleep with him, will you let me?"

Hongxia's face turned even redder, as if it were about to bleed. Xinyi said, "Don't make things difficult for Hongxia anymore. Even if you want her man, you can't say it like that."

Hongxia suddenly said in a very low voice, "I'll give him to me."

Then she said in an even lower voice, "As long as he's willing."

Xinyi said, "If there's a woman to sleep with, what man wouldn't want to?"

Beibei kissed Hongxia's cheek and said, "Good sister. I'll let you sleep with my boyfriend."

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

Xinyi asked.

"Can't I find one? I'll let Hongxia sleep with him after I find one."

"Xinyi."

It was Li Cunmei's loud voice. She was still outside the courtyard gate. "Are you home?"

"Yes."

Cunmei walked quickly, and she entered the door as soon as Xinyi finished speaking.

"What's wrong?"

Xinyi asked.

"Wu Qiuzhen was chased all over the village by her mother-in-law, and she's already run to the reservoir outside the village."

"Why?"

"It's all because of that tool you gave Qiuzhen. Her mother-in-law saw it and scolded her for being unchaste and shameless, for secretly hiding a man's penis in the house. She even asked her who gave it to her. She's probably going to come and settle accounts with you."

Just then, footsteps and shouts came from outside. Qiuzhen ran in crying and hid behind Xinyi. Her mother-in-law was holding a man's penis and followed her in, intending to hit Qiuzhen with it. Beibei stopped her and said, "Don't hit her, just say what happened."

The old woman grabbed the penis and gestured with the larger base as if to hit someone, which was quite frightening.

"Xiaosheng's mother,"

Cunmei also helped Beibei stop the old woman, "Don't hit people in front of guests from the city, be reasonable."

Xiaosheng's mother glared at Cunmei, her hand still holding the penis in the air, making Cunmei instinctively back away. Xiaosheng's mother said, "What city people? Guests? Humph, they're vixens. You say I'm unreasonable? These city sluts have corrupted my wife, what kind of logic is that?"

"Auntie, don't curse,"

Beibei said. "Let's talk this out. You say we corrupted Qiuzhen? How is she corrupt?"

"How is she corrupt? Her vagina is corrupted. She secretly uses this to shove it into her vagina all the time, how can she not be corrupted? Doesn't she have any shame? Is she even a woman?"

Xinyi came over to take the device, but the old lady wouldn't let her, and even held it in the air as if to hit her. Xinyi said, "Xiaosheng's mother, times have changed, women have this right."

Xiaosheng's mother stared at Xinyi, looking her up and down several times, and said disdainfully, "What do you think you are? You gave up being a proper nun to come down the mountain and sell this ugly stuff. If you want men, that's fine, but why use this to harm others? If you like men to sleep with you, why did you become a nun? You want to be a prostitute and have your cake and eat it too, don't you?"

Beibei couldn't hold back anymore, snatched the device from her hand, and waved it in the air, scaring the old lady into silence. Beibei was tall, and the old lady only reached her shoulder, making her seem less imposing. Beibei lowered her head and shouted at the old lady, "Why are you so fierce in front of me? Do you think I'm afraid of you like your wife is? Let me tell you, this thing is legal, it's sold in stores, and it's protected by law. What right do you have to object?"

The old lady was stunned and couldn't speak. Beibei softened her tone and continued, "You're a woman too, you were young once, don't you know what it's like for a woman to live like a widow? Is it wrong for a woman to want a man? Tell me honestly, when you were young, didn't you want a man to sleep with you?"

Beibei's use of vulgar language embarrassed the old woman. Beibei continued, "Your wife didn't cheat on you, she just used this to solve the problem, is that wrong? Even if you go to court, you'll lose."

By this time, the courtyard was already crowded with people. Village Chief Peng Dazhuang had arrived long ago, but he hid outside the courtyard, too embarrassed to come in. He had seen the instrument in the old woman's hand and didn't know how to deal with such a shameless act by a woman. Beibei saw him and shouted, "Village Chief Dazhuang, you can't just stand by and watch like everyone else. You have to come in and take charge!"

Dazhuang forced himself to come in, not daring to look at the tools in Beibei's hands, as if those things were his own body that the women had seen. He looked at the ground and said, "How can I interfere in your women's affairs? You're right, it's all legal, and mothers-in-law can't interfere. I'm telling you, Xiaosheng's mother, don't embarrass yourself, and don't pressure your wife. How will your wife face the villagers after this? Would you be happy if you drove her to hang herself?"

Xiaosheng's mother still respected the village chief and stopped talking.

"Alright, alright,"

the village chief said to the villagers who had gathered in the yard, "Go home, what's there to see? Hurry up and leave."

The onlookers gradually left. Dazhuang turned to Xiaosheng's mother and said, "Xiaosheng's mother, you should take your wife back too. Don't hit her anymore. What if your son comes back and holds a grudge?"

Xiaosheng's mother felt it was pointless and left grumbling.

Dazhuang still avoided looking at what Beibei was holding, as if it were a woman's private parts that he couldn't bear to look at. He turned his head towards the door and said, "I'm leaving. You two handle this yourselves. Sigh! How can I handle women's affairs?"

He shook his head and left.

Xinyi wiped Qiuzhen's tears with a tissue, saying, "Qiuzhen, don't cry, it's alright. Your mother-in-law is gone."

Qiuzhen hugged Xinyi and continued to cry, "How am I supposed to live like this? The whole village knows I use that thing, it's so embarrassing. Xiaosheng will divorce me when he comes back."

Beibei said, "Alright, what are you afraid of? The whole village knows I use that thing, what's wrong with me?"

Qiuzhen said, "You're different, you're from out of town, you can just walk away. But I walk around the village every day, and everyone looks at me like that, I have no face to live."

"You mustn't do anything rash,"

Xinyi said, "So what if the whole village knows? It's your right."

Qiuzhen continued to sob. Cunmei said, "Qiuzhen, don't be afraid, let the whole village know I use this thing too tomorrow. I'll bear it with you.

" Hongxia hesitated for a moment and then said, "Qiuzhen, let them know I use this thing too. We'll face it together." "

Xinyi and Beibei never expected this matter to escalate so much. Inspired by Xiaosheng's mother, the mothers-in-law of Pengjia Village and Fengjiazhuang Village almost all found sex toys in their daughters-in-law's rooms. The next morning, they took the toys to Zhigang's doorstep and burned them. The strange, foul smell of burning plastic and electronic products filled the village. Some elderly people who arrived late continued to throw toys into the fire intermittently, and the smell lingered in the village air for a long time. A gust of wind blew, and the smell dissipated slightly, but new smells rose from the newly burned smoke. Zhigang's parents were so ashamed that they closed the door tightly and dared not go out. Pointing at Xinyi and Beibei, they said, 'You have completely disgraced us old folks.'

If it weren't for their son Zhigang, they would have kicked Xinyi and Beibei out of their house.

The fire outside the door gradually died down. Several newly arrived old women held the toys and didn't know what to do. Someone suggested, 'This kind of shameful thing that offends public morals can't just be left as a fire.'" "We went to the town government to find them. They're always yelling about cracking down on prostitution and illegal publications. We'll help them crack down on prostitution."

This suggestion received widespread support. So, a few old women, carrying tools, led the way, followed by dozens of other old women. They walked along, attracting curious onlookers from other villages.

Chapter 32 Helping the Government Crack Down on Prostitution

A group of old women flooded into the town government compound, shouting all at once, causing everyone in the offices to rush out to see what was going on. When they figured out what was happening, they found it amusing and directed them to the Women's Federation office. Seeing that there were too many people, Xiao Yuping, the director of the Women's Federation, told a few of the old women carrying the tools to go inside, while the others waited outside, but not to make a fuss so as not to disrupt the work.

It took Xiao Yuping a while to fully understand the situation. She suppressed a laugh and said, "I understand. But what do you want the government to do?"

"We want the government to send police to Pengjia Village to crack down on prostitution and drive away those two sluts from Shanghai."

"This kind of thing doesn't fall under the scope of cracking down on prostitution. It's legal for women to use this. It's available in health product stores. " "

An old woman said, 'Even if it's legal, it's unreasonable and goes against the customs of our village. Our village has always had good morals; we've never had a woman who didn't uphold traditional virtues. During the Qing Dynasty, there was even a virtuous woman who refused to remarry and jumped into a well. The county government erected a chastity arch for her, but it was smashed during the Cultural Revolution. Who knew that now every woman is losing her chastity? The world is going downhill, it's morally corrupt!'

Xiao Yuping said, 'What you're doing is unreasonable. These young women are living like widows, they haven't cheated on their husbands, what's wrong with using this to secretly resolve the issue? Aren't you encouraging them to cheat?'

Another old woman said, 'Cheating is of course not allowed, and using this is not allowed either. It's not much different from cheating. When the man isn't home, a woman's private parts should be sewn up.'

Xiao Yuping said, 'I see you're not that old. Even if the older ones were born in the old society, they grew up in the new society. How can you be so feudal? Would you have wanted to sew up your private parts when you were young?'" "Besides, family scandals shouldn't be aired in public. Do you know you've done something incredibly stupid today?"

"What stupid thing?"

"If it were just one mother-in-law chasing and beating her daughter-in-law in the village, it would only be the whole family losing face in front of the village; but you set a fire in the village, and if word gets out, Pengjia Village will lose face in front of the whole town; and you even came to the town government to cause trouble, tomorrow the whole county will know that Pengjia Village's daughter-in-law is a slut. Don't you think that's making Pengjia Village lose face in front of the whole county?"

The mothers-in-law looked at each other, realizing that Director Xiao was right; they had really lost face.

Xiao Yuping continued, "This matter ends here. Go back and don't escalate the situation. Don't make things difficult for your daughters-in-law when you get back, understand? If any of them pushes their daughters-in-law too far and they go to the town court to sue their mothers-in-law, then that mother-in-law will be in the newspapers and on television, losing face internationally." Several elderly women walked out of the Women's Federation office with their heads hanging low .

They repeated Xiao Yuping's words to the people outside. Everyone thought it made sense and that they still couldn't make a scene, so they gave up and returned to Pengjia Village dejectedly.

But spilled water can't be taken back. The news that most of the wives left behind in Pengjia Village used sex toys spread throughout the surrounding towns centered on Daishan Town, almost reaching the entire county, just as Xiao Yuping had said. Eventually, it became known that every woman in Pengjia Village, young and old, carried a man's penis and used it to masturbate during breaks from working in the fields. There were even rumors of mothers-in-law and daughters-in-law sharing a single V-shaped device. These mothers-in-law had brought this upon themselves, making many afraid to leave the village and feeling inferior to outsiders.

Li Cunmei's best friend, Zhou Fang, whose husband's family lived in Chenjia Village, secretly came to Cunmei, saying she wanted to ask two women from Shanghai to buy some sex toys, as several women in the village wanted them. Cunmei said, "Pengjia Village is in such a mess, and you still want this stuff?"

Zhou Fang said, "The women in our village all envy the women in Pengjia Village. They say having that stuff is good; it lets them have their own pleasure, and many of them won't cheat on their husbands."

Cunmei said, "What's there to envy? Our stuff has all been burned. Who would dare buy it now? I doubt those two city folks would dare bring it down again. I'll take you to ask."

Cunmei took Zhou Fang to Zhigang's house to find Xinyi. Xinyi said, "You can buy it online yourself."

Cunmei said, "Rural people don't know how to shop online, and besides, couriers don't come here. How would they deliver it?"

"That's true

," Xinyi said. "Zhigang is coming over on Saturday. I'll ask Guiling to buy it, and then have Zhigang bring it."

Cunmei said, "Aren't you afraid the village women will cause trouble again?"

"In your rural parlance, if they're afraid of the cicadas chirping, they won't plant crops! Besides, they're afraid of losing face, so they won't dare cause trouble again."

Beibei said, "Xinyi, maybe we've focused too much on the women left behind in rural areas and neglected another rural group."

"You mean the elderly?"

“Yes. The proportion of elderly people in rural areas is probably the highest now, and their lives deserve attention. There are square dances everywhere in the city; in our cooperation with the town's cultural center, we should include enriching the lives of the elderly. For example, establishing an elderly dance team would definitely be popular.”

“You're a true reporter, so perceptive. We'll do that after the base opens.”

Cunmei said, “Since Zhigang is coming, let him bring more. Even though the village wives don't dare to ask for them outwardly, they still want them.”

Beibei said, “If we enrich the lives of the elderly, they won't interfere with their wives' affairs anymore. Cunmei, your mother-in-law didn't confiscate your things, did she?”

“No. She already knew I had these things, and she even knew Daqun gave them to me.”

“You see, there are quite a few open-minded mothers-in-law.”

Xinyi went upstairs to get her toolbox and handed it to Zhou Fang, saying, “This is for you.”

Zhou Fang asked her, “Don't you use it yourself?”

“Beibei and I can share one set.”

Cunmei took out a gadget from under her skirt—the exquisite sports ball Beibei had given her—and handed it to Zhou Fang: “Here, have this too. Zhigang will bring a lot anyway.”

Hongxia came in and said, “Daming and the others got on the bus early this morning and will be home tonight.”

Xinyi asked, “How many of them are coming back?”

“Four, I think. They’re back to do preparatory work; construction will start immediately after the groundbreaking ceremony.”

“Who else is coming back?”

“Peng Xiaosheng, Peng Xiaowu, and Zhigang’s brother-in-law, Chen You.”

Cunmei joked with Hongxia, “Hongxia, Daming’s back. You’d better be careful tonight, don’t drain him dry.”

“Get lost!”

Hongxia blushed and spat at Cunmei.

Around six o’clock in the evening, Daming and the other three arrived and went home. Chen You went to his father-in-law’s house. Xinyi and Beibei had never met Chen You before. Xinyi asked, "Are you Chen You, Zhigang's brother-in-law?"

Chen You, looking at the two beautiful women, seemed a little flustered and said, "Yes."

Xinyi extended her hand and said, "Hello, my name is Jia Xinyi."

Chen You wasn't used to shaking hands with women, so he squeezed Xinyi's small hand until it hurt before letting go.

Beibei also extended her hand to him and said, "My name is Qu Beibei."

Chen You squeezed Beibei's hand hard again until it hurt before letting go. Beibei shook her hand and said, "Chen You, you're too honest. Why do you shake hands so hard? Your divorced brother-in-law, Peng Dali, isn't as honest as you."

Zhichun and Dali had stayed at his house for one night when they came back to get a divorce, and they had met each other then. Chen You chuckled sheepishly at her words.

Zhigang's mother had already cooked several dishes. Zhigang's father took out the 16-year-old Gujing Yuanjiang liquor that Zhigang had brought back and poured it for everyone, including a glass for Zhigang's mother, saying, "Have a few drinks too."

Zhigang's mother said, "One glass is enough for me."

Chen You first toasted his parents-in-law: "Dad, Mom, I'd like to toast you. Zhigang is away from home for many years, and now Zhihong and Zhichun have also passed away. There's no one to take care of you, so please take care."

Zhigang's father said, "It's alright, we're tough enough. We work in the fields every day and don't need anyone to take care of us."

Beibei looked at Chen You and said, "Chen You, shouldn't you toast us next? Who will you toast first?"

Chen You said, "I'll toast both of you."

"No, toast them one by one. You should toast Xinyi first. Zhigang tricked her out of the Baiyun Nunnery and made her return to secular life. She's probably going to be your brother's wife."

Xinyi slapped Beibei and said, "Don't talk nonsense."

Zhigang's father and mother looked at each other and remained silent.

Chen You toasted Xinyi first, then Beibei. Beibei said, "How about we play a little game?"

Chen You hadn't expected this female reporter to dare ask him to play a little game. Of course, he couldn't refuse a woman's provocation at the dinner table. He and Beibei each downed a half-full glass of wine.

Zhigang's father said, "Don't drink too much. Chen You've been traveling all day, you must be tired. Get some rest."

Chen You lived on the third floor. They went up to the second floor together, and Beibei whispered in Chen You's ear, "Don't lock the door tonight."

Chen You went up to the third floor, put his luggage away, and took out a change of clothes. After showering, he locked the door and sat on the bed watching TV. After a while, he looked at the locked door, ran over, and unlocked it. He watched TV again, feeling uneasy, then locked the door again.

After showering in Xinyi's room, Beibei asked, "Should you go up first or me? Or should we both go up together?"

Xinyi said, "You go up. I'll give you everything today; I don't want it. I'm worried the two elders will suspect something, so I'll keep watch downstairs."

"You really don't want it?"

Beibei said. "Then I won't come down."

"You should come down to sleep. The elders get up early, and you like to sleep in; if they find out, you're in big trouble."

To be on the safe side, Beibei waited until after midnight. The two elders went to bed early, usually no later than 10 pm. Beibei went upstairs barefoot and gently pushed Chen You's door. The door opened, and she slipped in silently.

When Chen You finished watching TV and turned off the lights to go to sleep, he hesitated for a moment and then unlocked the door again. He lay in bed unable to sleep, patiently waiting for Beibei to come up, but also somewhat incredulous. Could he really sleep with this beautiful woman from the city so easily?

Unlike Dazhi's place, when Chen You was working in Shenzhen, his salary was paid monthly, and he could earn about 5,000 yuan including overtime pay. His coworkers had a tradition of setting aside 1,000 yuan from their monthly wages specifically for this purpose, called a "drilling fee," essentially saving 1,000 yuan each month. The prostitutes there were more expensive than in Shanghai; even the lowest-class ones cost 200 yuan per session. Sleeping with women five times a month made life easier. Some men, with a stronger addiction, would spend a few hundred yuan more. Chen You, however, had to skip drilling one or two times a month, saving a few hundred yuan. He had never considered sleeping with an educated woman like Qu Beibei, let alone imagine how much it would cost. But today, she had taken the initiative to approach him—wasn't this a windfall?

Although Qu Beibei's footsteps were light, Chen You heard her as she reached the door. Then he heard the door quietly open and quietly close, and the tall, slender woman appeared at the bedside like a fairy.

Chen You remained lying down, letting Bei Bei pull back his blanket and unbutton his pajamas. A pair of delicate hands caressed his muscular chest downwards, past his lower abdomen, only to be blocked by his erect penis. One hand gripped the penis, causing Chen You to shudder, almost losing control and becoming aroused.

Chen You reached for the light, and the woman's white body swayed so much that it took him a while to regain his vision. He leaped up, grabbed Bei Bei, and pinned her down, impatiently inserting his penis into her opening to claim the position before settling down to admire the woman beneath him. Her breasts were like two semi-circular mounds of freshly made tofu, trembling as if about to flatten but striving to maintain their shape, each topped with a cherry-like nipple. Her face wasn't as glamorous as a movie star's, but as bright as a spring flower; not as luxurious as a peony, but as simple as a lotus. To be able to enter this woman's flower bud was truly a blessing from a past life.

The woman's body was incredibly agile, repeatedly squeezing, rotating, and rubbing his jade pillar—a wonderful sensation Chen You had never experienced before. Sleeping with women in the south was merely a matter of drilling a hole, not much different from drilling a hole in a wall. Zhihong was his wife, so familiar that he couldn't recall what it felt like. This woman's initiative sent him to the clouds; her unrestrained, loud moans of pleasure further stimulated Chen You's senses and soul. Suddenly, Chen You felt himself being lifted into the air. The woman beneath him, with her shoulders and feet braced against the bed, formed an arch, pinning him to the top. At the same time, a sharp, tearing sound assaulted his eardrums. Afraid of falling, Chen You swayed and stabilized himself, his weight concentrated on his jade pillar, pressing against the woman's arch through the tight connection between the pillar and the opening. Several minutes passed before the arch beneath him collapsed with a crash, and Chen You landed heavily on top of the woman. He quickly finished, careful not to hurt the woman. Given his weight, the impact of his sudden fall would be considerable. But the woman was perfectly fine, breathing heavily with pleasure beneath him.

Chen You asked, "Why would you want to sleep with me?"

Bei Bei kissed his lips, smiling, and said, "You have no idea, I just like sleeping with migrant workers. You're my favorite migrant worker."

"What's so good about me that you like me?"

"Your honesty breaks my heart, but your intelligence I admire. I think you're no less talented than Zhigang, maybe you're just unlucky, so you're still just a bricklayer."

"How do you know I'm smart?"

"Through sex. I can tell if a man is smart or not after sleeping with him once."

"Is it that magical?"

"Am I right?"

"I don't know if I'm smart. I often doubt myself, and sometimes I'm even very insecure."

"That's the mindset of a smart person. I think smart people are often insecure."

"Smart people are insecure? I haven't read much, you've confused me."

"Let's not talk about that. I want it again."

Chen You's little brother was already hard again in Bei Bei's hand, and he gladly plunged into that bottomless abyss.

Bei Bei hadn't had sex with a man for months; it was really tough on her. No one told her to stay here; it was her own choice. Over the past few months, she had gathered all the materials needed for her thesis. She believed this book would create a sensation in the industry because it was based on firsthand information, making it unique, irreplaceable, and unparalleled.

Xinyi listened to the sounds outside from the second floor. Afraid that Zhigang's parents might sneak up and not hear her, she left the door ajar. But then she fell asleep. Beibei's entrance woke her up. Beibei got into bed and hugged her, saying, "This man is quite capable, and a good person too. It's worth maintaining this kind of relationship long-term."

"Satisfied?"

Xinyi pinched her breast and said, "A full stomach doesn't know the hunger of an empty one."

"Go upstairs now."

"I'm not going. You said I wanted to marry Zhigang, and the old man believed you. If I go upstairs and get discovered, wouldn't everything be chaotic?"

"It seems you really want to marry Zhigang."

"Don't you want to?"

"I don't want to. So I'll let you have him."

"You did this favor too easily."

"Xinyi, let me remind you, you have a formidable rival."

"You mean Jing'er?"

"Yes."

"Isn't she married?"

"She still has a strong influence. As long as she says she wants a divorce, Zhigang will immediately rush to marry her."

"How beautiful is this Jing'er?"

"She's as beautiful as you. Actually, I don't understand why Zhigang is so infatuated with her. Maybe it's because she's his first love."

The next morning, Daming and his wife Hongxia came to find Xinyi. Xinyi showed Daming the design drawings, carefully explaining the requirements and precautions for each key point, and then took him to see the site. At the site where the foundation stone was to be laid, Xinyi said, "Quality comes first, then schedule. You must remember that."

"Don't worry,"

Daming patted his chest and said, "I guarantee quality first, and the schedule won't be delayed."

"You have to thank your wife,"

Xinyi said, putting her arm around Hongxia's shoulder. "If she hadn't suggested you take over the contract, I wouldn't have thought of it. She's paved the way for you, so just keep pushing forward."

Hongxia's face flushed red. Xinyi whispered in her ear, "Didn't you sleep well last night? How many times did you do it?" Hongxia blushed

even more, fidgeting and remaining silent. Daming and Chen You were measuring the land with a tape measure when Beibei quietly asked Hongxia, "Tell me, when are you going to let me sleep with him?"

Xinyi said, "Don't tease her. When have you ever discussed sleeping with a man beforehand?"

Beibei giggled and ran off to help Daming and Chen You with the tape measure.

As Da Ming cranked the handle on the measuring tape box to put the tape back in, he walked over to Xin Yi and said, "You need to transfer the funds to me first. We'll go buy materials tomorrow."

"Give me a bank account number, and I'll have the finance department transfer it to you today."

Just then, Cun Mei ran over from afar, shouting before she even reached them, "Xin Yi, Xiao Sheng beat his wife!"

"What? Why did he beat her?"

Xin Yi understood immediately; it must be because of the sex toys.

"It was his mother who instigated it."

"Was it bad?"

"Quite bad. He's still beating her. I heard it from someone else, so I came to tell you."

"Let's go."

Xin Yi and Da Ming ran towards Xiao Sheng's house together.

Xiaosheng's front door was tightly shut, surrounded by a crowd. From inside came the sounds of a woman crying and a man shouting, interspersed with the thud of sticks striking flesh. Village Chief Zhuang was banging on the door, but no one paid him any attention, and no one opened it. Da Ming arrived at the door and yelled inside, "Xiaosheng, you fucking open the door!"

Xiaosheng recognized Da Ming's voice from inside; after all, he was now his employer, so he gave him face and replied, "I'm disciplining my wife, it's none of your business."

Beibei said, "Peng Xiaosheng, what right do you have to beat your wife? You've broken the law."

Peng Xiaosheng recognized Qu Beibei's voice; they had been intimate several times and knew each other well. Xiaosheng shouted, "Women who don't behave deserve to be beaten by men. You fucking deserve a beating too, mind your own business."

Xinyi and Da Zhuang discussed, "Village Chief, let's call the police, otherwise Qiuzhen might get hurt."

"Okay. Let's call the police."

Xinyi took out her phone and called the police. Just then, Xiaowu ran over. He was Xiaosheng's cousin. Hearing Qiuzhen's cries and the sound of sticks hitting flesh, he kicked open both doors. Qiuzhen was crouching in the middle of the yard, using her back to resist Peng Xiaosheng's blows. Xiaowu snatched the thick wooden stick from Xiaosheng and punched him hard in the face. Xiaosheng staggered backward and fell to the ground. Xiaowu turned around, took off his coat, and draped it over Qiuzhen, then told Xinyi and the others who came in to help her back inside.

Xiaosheng's mother, who had been standing in the yard watching her son beat his wife, sat down on the ground and burst into tears, berating her for being unfaithful and bringing shame to the Peng family, and for her son's incompetence in trying to control his wife.

Although Xiaosheng often slept with rich women outside, he hadn't seen his wife for over half a year and still missed her. Last night, after returning home and having dinner, he and his wife went to their room, locked the door, and had a good time in Qiuzhen's vagina. He was more experienced now, able to keep his wife coming to orgasm, and he reached his peak as well. His wife's cooperation was also much more skillful than before, and he suspected she was cheating on him; otherwise, where would she get her experience? He had originally planned to do it a few more times, but this thought made him lose interest, and he turned over and fell asleep.

This morning at breakfast, Xiaosheng asked his mother, "Is Qiuzhen well-behaved when I'm not home?"

Xiaosheng's mother, still seething with anger, snapped, "Well-behaved? Does she even know what rules are? You're back just in time; give this little bitch a good lesson."

She then recounted finding a man's penis under her bed, embellishing the story, saying Qiuzhen was disobedient and ran off outside, disgracing everyone.

Xiaosheng always listened to his mother. He slammed the bowl down on the table and called out, "Qiuzhen."

Qiuzhen was mixing pig feed in the yard when she heard Xiaosheng call and came in, asking, "What is it?"

Xiaosheng, his face dark, asked, "What shameful thing have you done? Why are you making my mother so angry?"

Qiuzhen looked at her mother-in-law timidly and said, "No. I didn't do anything."

"You didn't do anything? Then my mother is lying?"

"No, no."

Honest Qiuzhen couldn't explain herself anymore.

This made Xiaosheng even more convinced that she had done something wrong, so he found a short stick in the yard and shouted, "Kneel down."

Qiuzhen didn't kneel, but instead hid in the corner of the room. The more she hid, the angrier Xiaosheng became. He put the stick on the table, went over and stripped Qiuzhen naked, then picked up the stick and beat her mercilessly. With one blow, a bloody welt appeared on Qiuzhen's fair back; with another, specks of blood splattered. Qiuzhen couldn't bear it and ran into the yard, afraid to go outside, circling around to avoid Xiaosheng's beatings. Unable to escape, she crouched down, clutching her chest, and let Xiaosheng hit her back.

Two policemen from the town police station arrived, inquired about the situation, examined Qiuzhen's injuries, and handcuffed Xiaosheng. Xiaosheng's mother got up from the ground and tried to stop the police from taking Xiaosheng away. One policeman said, "Don't obstruct our duties, or we'll take you with us."

Xiaosheng's mother said, "Let my son go, take me with you, what are you afraid of?"

The police ignored her and took Xiaosheng away, and she followed them.

Chapter 033: The Cooperative Established.

Xinyi and Beibei helped Qiuzhen into the bedroom. They saw that her back was badly injured, and she had bruises on her face, arms, and ribs, with a large bump on her forehead.

Cunmei said, "How could Xiaosheng be so cruel? He beat his own wife like this, he's worse than an enemy."

Xinyi said, "We have to get her to the hospital quickly to prevent internal injuries."

Beibei, who had driven her own car from Shanghai, said, "I'll drive, let's go quickly."

Xinyi and Cunmei helped Qiuzhen put on her pants. Her back injury was too severe to wear a shirt, so they covered her up and helped her out the door. There were still some villagers gathered in the courtyard outside. Xinyi said, "Everyone, disperse, we need to go to the hospital."

Beibei drove directly to the county hospital. The examination revealed no internal injuries, and the head injury had no lasting effects, which put their minds at ease. After the doctor cleaned Qiuzhen's wounds, applied medicine and bandaged them, he told Xinyi, "You can take her home now. She only needs to come to the town health center to have her dressings changed once a day."

Back at Zhigang's house, they helped Qiuzhen upstairs, and Zhigang's mother prepared a room for Qiuzhen to sleep in. She could only sleep on her stomach, which made Zhigang's mother wipe away tears.

Daming and Hongxia came to visit Qiuzhen's injuries, and Xiaowu also came. Hongxia said that Xiaosheng had been released, and her mother had followed him all the way to the police station and back.

"Why was he released?"

Cunmei said, "He should have been locked up for ten days or half a month to make him suffer."

Hongxia said, "The police said they'll release him temporarily, but he can't travel far recently, and they'll need to find him at the police station if there's any trouble."

Xiaowu said, "I'm going to settle accounts with him."

He started to walk out, but Daming stopped him.

"Are you still going to fight him?"

Daming asked.

"I'll beat him up the way he beat Qiuzhen."

Daming said, "Who is Qiuzhen to you? Even if someone beats their wife, it's not your place to settle things."

He made Xiaowu blush. Xinyi noticed that Xiaowu's feelings for Qiuzhen were unusual, so she said, "Xiaowu, don't be impulsive, talk to Qiuzhen here."

Xinyi led everyone downstairs to the living room, leaving Xiaowu alone upstairs to keep Qiuzhen company.

Xinyi, Beibei, and Zhigang's parents had just finished dinner when Xiaosheng quietly walked in, standing silently by the door with his head down. Beibei was furious, pointing at his head and saying, "Peng Xiaosheng, if you were really a feudal old-fashioned person, that would be one thing, but you're not. I know best how many rich women you've slept with outside, so why do you treat your wife like this when you come back? She hasn't even cheated on you yet. If she had, would you have killed her?"

Zhigang's mother also said to him, "It's a terrible thing, how could you be so cruel?"

Xiaosheng stammered, "I didn't mean to hit her that hard. I couldn't control myself and just hit her."

Xinyi asked, "What brings you here now?"

"I want to see Qiuzhen."

"You'd better not see her now. Qiuzhen is crying nonstop and her emotions are unstable. Come see her tomorrow."

"How are her injuries...?"

"Fortunately, her brain and internal organs weren't damaged, otherwise you'd regret it for the rest of your life."

Zhigang's mother ladled out a bowl of rice, put some vegetables on it, and fed it to Qiuzhen.

Xinyi asked, "What are your plans for the future?"

“I’ll never hit her again,”

Beibei said. “Do you think you still have a chance to hit her? She wants a divorce.”

“Divorce? I don’t want a divorce.”

“Didn’t your mother say she was immoral? What’s the point of having a daughter-in-law like that? Let your mother find you someone who isn’t immoral.”

Xiaosheng asked suspiciously, “Was it Qiuzhen who said she wanted a divorce?”

Beibei said, “What good do you have that makes her reluctant to part with you?”

Xinyi said, “You should go back first. We’ll talk about everything after Qiuzhen recovers.”

Despite all these events, the cooperative’s establishment and the base’s groundbreaking ceremony were still held as scheduled. Zhigang arrived on Friday afternoon, and Guiling, Lanhua, and he returned together. Hearing that Xiaosheng had badly beaten his wife, Zhigang, Guiling, and Lanhua went upstairs to visit Qiuzhen. Zhigang comforted her, saying, "Don't think too much, just focus on recovering. The cooperative and our neighboring village company will handle things from now on. If you don't have a job, we'll arrange one for you. If you want a divorce, we'll help you with the legal proceedings."

Qiuzhen lay on the bed, tears soaking her pillow, and said, "I don't want to live anymore. I've lost all face in the surrounding villages."

"Nonsense,"

Guiling said, "It's not you who's lost face, it's your mother-in-law and Xiaosheng."

"Sister Guiling,"

Qiuzhen sobbed, "take me to Shanghai, I'll never come back."

Guiling said, "That's no problem. You recover from your injuries, and then you need to resolve your relationship with Xiaosheng. Whether you divorce or not, you need to have a resolution. Then you can go to Shanghai, and I'll arrange a job for you." After

having dinner at Zhigang's house and discussing the arrangements for the next day, Guiling went back to her in-laws' house. Lanhua's in-laws' house was in Chenjia Village, a bit of a distance away, so she drove Zhigang's car back.

After talking with his parents for a while, Zhigang went upstairs to sleep. There were no rooms available on the second floor, so he slept on the third floor, next to Chen You.

Xinyi received a text message from Zhigang and was reading it when Beibei came in and asked, "Is that Zhigang? He wants you to come upstairs, hurry up."

Xinyi was a little embarrassed and said, "Go ahead and go upstairs."

"Don't pretend with me. If I really go up, you'll be in a real bind, won't you? Don't worry, I want Chen You, not Zhigang."

"How is Qiuzhen?"

"She's fine, I just checked on her, she's asleep."

Xinyi quietly slipped into Zhigang's room, making his eyes light up. He felt that Xinyi was like a thousand-faced Guanyin, every time he saw her, she had a different appearance, and each appearance was stunningly beautiful. Now her hair was shoulder-length, jet black and neat, reflecting a satin-like sheen under the light. Facing Zhigang, her eyes and brows were full of love and affection, and her breasts, visible beneath her pajamas, trembled, captivating Zhigang's gaze. She rushed over and embraced Zhigang, deeply sucking on his tongue, her eyes tightly closed, savoring the joy of their reunion.

To be precise, she hadn't been persuaded by Zhigang to leave the monastic life, but rather attracted to him. She first pledged her heart to him, then decided to leave the monastic life to repay him with her body. It was Zhigang who brought rain to her withered heart, revived her life, and allowed her to fully enjoy it.

Her ** felt hot and swollen, a warm current spreading throughout her body, and then the heat in her lower triangle rose rapidly. She kissed every inch of Zhigang's skin, feeling that this was the value of her life. His jade pillar was burning hot in her mouth, soothing her tongue, her life. She already felt empty inside, waiting for Zhigang to fill it.

Releasing Zhigang, Xinyi suppressed her impulse, calmly lying on the bed, letting Zhigang plow her. Zhigang lifted Xinyi's nightgown, revealing her long, beautiful thighs and the dark bush at the base of her legs. He spread her legs, and the bright, beautiful, and vibrant flower bloomed. Several layers of labia, like petals, surrounded the stamen, opening to their maximum diameter. The bright red stamen writhed and rubbed against each other in the liquid, the more they writhed, the more liquid flowed. Zhigang knew what they craved to rub against, so he slowly inserted his jade pillar, watching the stamen gradually envelop it. Then the outer labia closed, securing the jade pillar.

At this moment, Zhigang lifted his nightgown further, revealing his flat stomach and low-set upper abdomen, his ribs clearly and neatly arranged, supporting the two white, soft, and trembling peaks. Lifting the nightgown further, the alluring gaze and sensual lips made Zhigang's breath catch in his throat, his life freeze.

With the slightest movement of Zhigang's jade pillar, the flowers swayed and opened restlessly, each petal containing countless sensitive nerves, transmitting pleasure throughout his body and storing it in the memory of every nerve.

Moans rose and fell like autumn rain, continuous and gentle, as Xinyi swirled around the jade pillar below. Zhigang felt that what tightly bound the jade pillar was no longer a flower, but an ocean, the tide beginning to accumulate power and surge with life, wave after wave. When the mountain-like tidal wave collapsed and pressed down like a mountain, Zhigang felt that he was just a speck of dust, invisible at the bottom of the vast tide and in the dust of the sky.

Zhigang and Xinyi's first time was when he was at his strongest after his recovery. Since then, he could bring Xinyi to multiple orgasms each time. Today was perhaps the first time Zhigang couldn't hold his ground, shattering in the first wave of orgasm, but it was also the most satisfying, happiest, and most exhilarating time for both of them.

The groundbreaking ceremony was scheduled to begin at 11:18 a.m. Xinyi invited County Magistrate Zhou Wangping to cut the ribbon. Zhou Wangping was transferred from a neighboring county and had briefly worked with Xinyi in the past. Leaders from the county's investment promotion bureau, agricultural commission, and other relevant departments, as well as the secretary and mayor of Daishan Town, all attended. Villagers from several nearby villages also came to watch the excitement. County Head Zhou and Zhigang each gave brief speeches. Then, together with leaders from various departments and the town, plus village head Peng Dazhuang, Guiling, and Lanhua—a total of eight people—cut a long red ribbon tied with nine flowers into nine sections. Firecrackers and fireworks then began to be set off. The foundation stone had already been placed in a pre-dug pit. County Head Zhou picked up a shovel and threw the first shovelful of soil onto the foundation stone, followed by Zhigang and the others, who then added soil to bury it. The brief ceremony concluded, and everyone traveled together to the town's most upscale restaurant, the Daishan Hotel, for dinner.

Whether it was the agricultural cooperative or the green agricultural product production base, it was the first of its kind in the surrounding area and even within Daishan County, truly giving the villagers of Pengjia Village and Xiaofengzhuang a lot of face. The oppressive mood they had felt these past few days due to the mother-in-law/daughter-in-law sex toy incident was swept away by today's grand scene and the dense sound of firecrackers.

In the afternoon, back in the village, Zhigang held a meeting in his living room, attended by Guiling, Lanhua, Xinyi, Beibei, Cunmei, Hongxia, and Daming. Xinyi reported on the work at this stage and explained in detail the current work content and progress. Zhigang said, "I only need you to answer three questions: First, when will the base project be completed? Second, when can you supply me with which products? Third, what is the supply volume?" Xinyi said

, "The base project will be put into use before the end of the Gregorian calendar, that is, before December 31st. Vegetable planting has already begun, and it will also be available in large quantities before the end of the year, which can simultaneously meet the needs of the neighboring village's guild hall and restaurants. By next year, it will be available in large quantities to other guild halls and restaurants. Poultry and pigs have a growth cycle twice as long as the products currently on the market, but a much shorter production cycle than pigs raised by farmers themselves. They can be available in large quantities after the Spring Festival, which can also meet the needs of the neighboring village's guild hall and restaurants."

Guiling Q: "How do you ensure that your customers are confident that the vegetables they eat are organic and produced here?"

Xin Yi replied: "We established an Internet of Things (IoT) system from the very beginning, recording and publicly sharing every step of the process—from planting and growing to harvesting, transportation, and finally reaching the table—online at any time. For example, if you eat an eggplant at a club, you can find out where the seeds were bought, when it was planted, what fertilizers were used, when it was harvested, how it was transported to Shanghai, and so on. Similarly, the meat on your plate can be traced back to its breed, its parent company, the feed it consumed, any illnesses it had and the medications it received, its growth cycle, and so on. Of course, this is very costly, which is why our products are priced high, exclusively supplying upscale clubs and hotels."

Zhigang said, "Could you briefly explain the specific production management model and quality control system?"

Xinyi said, "The cooperative also has a cooperative relationship with the neighboring village's agricultural product base. The production process is handled by the cooperative, while our base's role is to provide management, supervise the process, and inspect quality. The first step is to train technicians, who then guide cooperative members to grow vegetables and other agricultural products according to standards, and raise local pigs, chickens, ducks, and aquatic products. The technicians have now been trained; I sent them to Anhui Agricultural University to study shortly after I arrived, and now they've all returned, ready to meet the demand. The base signs supply and demand contracts with the cooperative, the cooperative produces according to orders, and then the base purchases according to the contracts."

Zhigang said happily, "Good. Very good. You've done a great job. Tell me, how should I reward you?"

Beibei said, "Don't forget my contribution. I suggest implementing an equity incentive mechanism; Xinyi, Cunmei, and Hongxia should all have equity."

Zhigang said, "Sure. You come up with a plan, and once the board of directors approves it, it will be implemented."

Daming said, "Zhigang, there's something I need to report."

"Go ahead."

"I want to return Xiaosheng to Daqun."

"That's your business, I won't interfere. But Daqun, do you want Xiaosheng to go back?"

"Probably. Xiaosheng's skills are good, but this incident made it impossible for me to use him."

"You handle this matter as you see fit. My idea is not to push him too far, to give him a way out."

Beibei said, "My job is almost done, and I'm going back to Shanghai too. I heard that a lot of big things have happened in your area recently?"

"What big things?"

Zhigang asked.

"A second hall opened in the neighboring village, Xiaocui got married, and Shen Qiong found her father, right?"

Guiling said, "You're very well-informed. Why don't you come back with us tomorrow?"

"Sure. You can ride in my car, and we can take turns driving. You'll have someone to talk to on the way."

After the cooperative was established, the first thing they did was to hold classes. The classroom was set up in the Peng Family Ancestral Hall, the only place with enough space. The newly trained technicians taught all the members how to grow vegetables and raise pigs. Some people complained, saying that they had only learned how to farm in their lives, so why did they need to be taught how to farm? Despite the talk, classes were still mandatory, as stipulated by the cooperative's regulations.

The cooperative's ten technicians were recruited by Xinyi from across the town, with requirements including a high school diploma or higher, farming experience, and gender. The interviews were conducted at the town's cultural center, causing quite a stir. Two women from Pengjia Village, both high school graduates, were hired; the rest were from other villages—six men and two women. Classes weren't daily; they were taught planting methods only when a particular variety needed to be planted, followed by door-to-door, hands-on guidance from the technicians. This method was very effective; these women, most of whom had poor grades in school, learned quite quickly.

Qiuzhen's external injury healed rapidly. She didn't want to return to Xiaosheng's house and continued living at Zhigang's. Beibei had left, and Chen You had moved to the construction site, leaving only Xinyi and Qiuzhen for company.

Xiaosheng had visited Qiuzhen several times, asking her to move back home, but Qiuzhen refused. She had already joined the cooperative, but the land belonged to Xiaosheng's family. She wanted a divorce, so she didn't need Xiaosheng's land. After returning from her classes, she helped Zhigang's parents plant vegetables and build pigsties, keeping herself quite busy. Xiaowu would come over to talk to Qiuzhen whenever he had free time in the evenings. Xinyi could tell that Xiaowu liked Qiuzhen, but she didn't know that Xiaowu had liked her since the day Qiuzhen married into the family.

Xiaosheng and Xiaowu were cousins, Xiaosheng being two years older. Their families lived near each other, and they grew up together. On Xiaosheng's wedding day, Xiaowu saw Qiuzhen for the first time and fell in love at first sight. He felt a jolt in his heart, as if a bone in his body had shifted, and he felt that his life was somehow not right. He regretted that during the process of Xiaowu's arranged marriage and engagement, the bride had visited Xiaosheng's house several times, but he had never seen her. Once, when he was home, he knew that Xiaosheng's fiancée had come, but he didn't want to join the fun and went to work in the fields instead. Later, he thought many times about what would have happened if he had visited Qiuzhen that day. He would have tried to break her up with Xiaosheng and then marry her.

After Xiaosheng beat Qiuzhen, he hated Xiaosheng to the core, yet secretly felt a sense of joy. He genuinely cared for Qiuzhen, visiting her every spare moment and talking to her. He openly and secretly encouraged Qiuzhen to divorce her husband. He was determined not to let the opportunity slip by and to marry Qiuzhen. However, as long as Qiuzhen was still married, he couldn't pursue her.

Xiaosheng didn't want a divorce. He found Xinyi and begged her to talk to Qiuzhen and move back home, promising never to hit her again. That evening, Xinyi told Qiuzhen about it, and Qiuzhen countered, "Do you think he's believable?"

Xinyi honestly replied, "I don't think so. He'll hit you again next time."

"Yes. He'll definitely hit me next time. You don't know, he often hits me after we got married. I'm afraid to let anyone know; in the summer, I wear long sleeves to cover it up when I'm hit."

Xinyi asked, "So you're determined to get a divorce?"

"I'm determined."

"What if he doesn't divorce you? What if he just drags it out like this?"

"Then I won't go into his house anymore."

Xiaosheng indeed adopted this strategy, relentlessly pestering Qiuzhen to move back. When Xinyi's pleas failed, he begged the village head, Dazhuang, and even Zhigang's parents—he begged everyone he could. Daming originally wanted to fire him, but after listening to Zhigang's words, he felt they made sense; he couldn't push someone to the brink, so he didn't fire him.

Xiaowu often helped Qiuzhen with chores, building pigsties, feeding pigs, watering vegetables, weeding, carrying water—he did everything. Sometimes, when Xiaosheng came over and wanted to help, Xiaowu would say, "What are you doing here? You're not welcome here."

Xiaosheng, feeling guilty and embarrassed by Xiaowu's words, would leave, thinking resentfully, "My wife acts like someone else's wife, even kicking me out."

Qiuzhen knew Xiaowu liked her, and if she divorced, marrying him would be the best thing ever. He didn't mind that she was a divorcee, and Xiaowu was a good young man—hardworking and considerate. Qiuzhen understood all of Xiaowu's kindness towards her lately and cherished every little detail.

Xinyi often intentionally provided opportunities for Xiaowu. Since Xiaowu worked during the day, he often came over in the evenings, and she would invite him upstairs so he could be alone with Qiuzhen. Even when Qiuzhen's injuries hadn't healed, Xiaowu visited her every day, and Zhigang's parents, seeing this so often, didn't mind anymore. After Qiuzhen recovered, Zhigang's parents still didn't mind Xiaowu going upstairs, because Xinyi had asked him to come up and prevented them from being alone together. Zhigang's parents went to bed before 10 pm, no matter how much they bothered them. This also got Xinyi and Beibei used to it; they went to bed very late every night, and often had guests staying until midnight.

Qiuzhen, being an experienced woman, was naturally robust, and after recovering, her desires only intensified. With Xiaowu, a strong young man, constantly in her sight, she was often tempted, yet she desperately suppressed her desires, afraid to show any sign of lust. On one hand, she worried about being found out. This affair had already caused a stir in the village; if something happened with Xiaowu, she might really jump into the reservoir. On the other hand, she worried that Xiaowu would look down on her, thinking she was a promiscuous woman and unwilling to marry her. But little did she know, Xiaowu also desperately suppressed his urge to pounce on her every time he saw her.

It was Xin Yi who unintentionally helped. Xiao Wu arrived right after dinner that day. Since it was still early, Zhi Gang's mother, knowing Xin Yi was upstairs, let Xiao Wu go up too. Xin Yi was in Qiu Zhen's room; Qiu Zhen was taking a shower. When Xin Yi returned to her own room, she casually closed Qiu Zhen's door, leaving it unlocked. At that moment, Xiao Wu went upstairs, knocked lightly twice, and when there was no answer, he pushed the door open and went in. Just then, Qiu Zhen, drying herself, was walking out of the bathroom with her long hair coiled in her hands when she bumped into Xiao Wu. Both of them froze for a moment before Qiu Zhen realized what was happening and quickly ran to the bedside to find her pajamas. Xiao Wu, no longer timid, ran over and hugged Qiu Zhen, kissing her. The moment his lips touched Qiu Zhen's, she went limp, letting Xiao Wu lift her up and even returning his kiss.

Qiu Zhen took off Xiao Wu's clothes, hugging his muscular body, her whole body trembling uncontrollably. She had never slept with another man before, and felt a little scared, her heart pounding, but even more so, she felt a strong desire, enjoying the thrill of that heartbeat. Xiao Wu was already twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, but he had never slept with a woman. He held Qiu Zhen so tightly that she could barely breathe. His already hard penis thrust forward with all its might, but she didn't know where it was going. Qiu Zhen found his appearance amusing, and was also happy that he had never slept with a woman and was still a virgin. So she used her hand to grasp his unusually hard penis and inserted it into her already open vulva.
02-12
Chapter 034 Tiger Roars on Snake Island

Xiao Wu entered a woman's body for the first time, and it was his cousin-in-law, whom he had admired for many years but could never reach. Like a mule running wildly, he thrust into her cave a few times without restraint and ejaculated. Qiu Zhen had just begun to enjoy herself when Xiao Wu finished. She held Xiao Wu tightly, helplessly enduring the empty thirst and disappointment in her cave.

Xiao Wu looked helplessly at the woman beneath him struggling desperately, but he couldn't help her. He hated himself for being impotent. He kissed Qiu Zhen's face, contorted in pain, wiping away her tears until she calmed down.

After the ordeal, Qiu Zhen felt a tenderness towards Xiao Wu. She kissed him, murmuring, "Xiao Wu, you must be good to me."

"I'll be good to you even if it kills me. Qiu Zhen, I want to marry you."

Qiu Zhen then returned to reality: "I'm not divorced yet."

"Then you should get a divorce quickly."

"No. It can't be quick if Xiao Sheng doesn't want to."

Only then did Xiao Wu remember to caress Qiu Zhen's smooth body. Her skin was taut, full but without an ounce of excess fat, smooth to the touch. When Xiao Wu touched Qiu Zhen's back, she winced in pain, gasping for breath. He felt the smooth sensation on his hand encounter resistance—the scabs from her wounds hadn't yet healed.

Qiu Zhen played with his limp penis in her hand and asked, "Xiao Wu, have you never slept with a woman before?"

"No."

"Don't you want to? They say the prostitutes in Shanghai aren't expensive."

"I want to. But if I have someone in my heart, I only want to sleep with that woman."

"You have someone in your heart? Who is it?"

"It's you. I wanted you the day I saw the bride."

Qiu Zhen didn't expect Xiao Wu to like her so early, and she was a little touched: "Then why didn't you ask me to do this?"

"Would you have done it if I asked you then?"

"No."

"So when Xiao Sheng hit you this time, I was actually a little happy. I finally got my chance."

"You're not a good person either. I was beaten up like this, and you're still happy."

Qiu Zhen said coquettishly but with a heart full of joy. With her coquettishness, Xiao Wu's penis began to swell. Originally held tightly by Qiu Zhen's right hand, it visibly emerged from the circle formed by her thumb and forefinger, growing longer and longer, like a crop. When it was as thick as iron, Qiu Zhen's small hand could no longer grasp it, and the length exposed outside had exceeded the length held in her palm. Qiu Zhen grabbed the protruding part of her right hand with her left hand, from which a snake-head-like thing was sticking out.

Xiao Wu rolled over and inserted the long rod into her hole. Qiu Zhen moaned and writhed with pleasure, letting the long rod touch every nerve on her flesh walls, smoothing out all the desires on her inner walls like an iron. When Qiu Zhen couldn't help but shout loudly, Xiao Wu couldn't help but let his life flow out, entering the woman's body.

Xiao Sheng quickly discovered Xiao Wu and Qiu Zhen's affair. He had been following Xiao Wu. During the day at work, the two were basically within each other's sight. After work, Xiao Sheng would secretly follow Xiao Wu. If he went home, Xiao Sheng would go home too; if he went into Zhi Gang's house, it usually took more than two hours, and Xiao Sheng would have to go home as well. On Sundays, when they were off work, Xiao Sheng would hide in his room on the second floor early in the morning, observing from the window. His room had windows at both the front and back, so he could spot Xiao Wu no matter which door he went out of. He saw Xiaowu, wearing a straw hat and carrying a hoe, leave through the front door and head towards the fields at the foot of the mountain. He quickly went downstairs and followed from a distance.

Xiaowu's fields were right next to the foot of the mountain, with a small grove of trees stretching all the way to the mountainside. This grove was planted in recent years as part of the "Grain for Green" program, and even the fields on the edge of Xiaowu's woodland would one day be restored to forest. Xiaosheng watched Xiaowu weeding in the field from afar, and soon Qiuzhen, also wearing a straw hat and carrying a hoe, came to help him. In recent years, few people in the countryside use hoes to weed; a little herbicide is enough to keep the field barren, while the crops remain unaffected. Now, city dwellers are starting to emphasize environmental protection, green, and organic agricultural products, and the overuse of pesticides is not allowed, especially in neighboring villages where the requirements are even stricter, absolutely prohibiting the use of herbicides. Therefore, this ancient and effective method of weeding has been revived.

Xiaosheng lay on the grassy slope, observing from a distance. Although the height of summer had passed, the sun was still scorching. He had left in such a hurry that he hadn't brought a straw hat, and there was no shady spot nearby. He dared not move to find a shady place, lest Xiaowu and Qiuzhen discover him. Xiaowu and Qiuzhen, busy working, didn't feel the time dragging on, but Xiaosheng felt time was passing too slowly; the sun seemed to stand still in the sky, and his shirt was soaked with sweat. Fortunately, he finally got his chance. Xiaowu and Qiuzhen worked for about two hours before stopping to rest. They placed their hoes on the edge of the field and walked into the grove, one after the other. Xiaosheng followed at a distance, watching them round a bend in the hillside, then quickly ran over. He waited a while, thinking it was about time, that the two adulterers should have already undressed and entered the alley, so he went over. Sure enough, he heard his wife's moans from afar; he knew that sound all too well. Further on, through the sparse branches, he could see Xiaowu's sun-tanned, shiny back rising and falling. His shorts, hidden from the sun year-round, revealed his bright white buttocks, bobbing up and down. Xiaosheng was furious; they were having sex with his wife. He picked up a stone and threw it at them. The two adulterers jumped in fright, scrambling to their feet and frantically putting on their clothes.

Xiaosheng appeared with a cold smile, saying, "Don't bother, I saw it all clearly. There's no denying it."

After they finished dressing, Qiuzhen sat down on the ground in shame, head bowed. Xiaowu walked towards Xiaosheng, saying, "I'm not denying it. I slept with Qiuzhen. What are you going to do about it?" Xiaosheng

was enraged: "You slept with my wife, and you think you're more ruthless than me?"

"I'm not ruthless. Since you saw it, you can do whatever you want with me. Tell me what to do."

Xiaosheng was dumbfounded; he didn't know what to do. Divorce? That was exactly what the two adulterers wanted. Not divorce? It seemed nothing could stop them from having sex like this. Going to court is pointless; they haven't broken the law, and the court will likely still grant a divorce. Bringing things up would only embarrass them and hurt him, especially after beating Qiuzhen; the whole village's opinion is against him.

He'd been holding back these past few days, determined to catch them in the act, thinking, "If I catch them in bed, what will they say?" He caught them red-handed, but now he was speechless. He realized he didn't even know what he wanted. Was it a wife? Qiuzhen? His reputation in the village? His filial piety towards his mother? ...But whatever he wanted, it seemed he would get nothing.

Xiaosheng sat on the grass, head in his hands, silent for a long time. When he finally looked up, Qiuzhen and Xiaowu were already gone.

That evening, Xiaosheng went to Zhigang's house and said to Zhigang's mother, "Call Qiuzhen down, I have something to say."

Qiuzhen and Xinyi went downstairs together and sat opposite Xiaosheng. Xinyi asked, "Xiaosheng, what do you want to say?"

Xiaosheng ignored Xinyi and said to Qiuzhen, "Qiuzhen, I agree to divorce you."

Qiuzhen thought he would make a scene, but she didn't expect him to say this. She stared at him with wide eyes, puzzled.

Xiaosheng knew she didn't believe him and said, "It's true. I agree to a divorce. You've already shamelessly slept with Xiaowu, and I've lost all face too. I know I can't keep you, and dragging it out is pointless. You're not happy with me, so let Xiaowu treat you well."

After saying that, Xiaosheng stood up and left.

The next day, Xiaosheng and Qiuzhen went to town to complete the divorce procedures. The third day, Xiaosheng left home and went to Shanghai again.

Xinyi said to Qiuzhen, "Xiaosheng has had an epiphany."

Qiuzhen asked, "What is an epiphany?"

"It's suddenly understanding. Only intelligent people can have an epiphany."

"Xiaosheng isn't stupid. His bricklaying skills are the best."

Xinyi joked with Qiuzhen, "When are you planning to get married?"

Qiuzhen pretended to be stupid, "Who am I marrying?"

Xinyi pressed her index finger against her forehead and said, "Are you still pretending with me? Don't I know what you two did in the room?"

Qiuzhen smiled embarrassedly and said, "Xiaowu's mother doesn't know yet; we need her permission."

Xiaowu's mother absolutely disagreed with his marriage to Qiuzhen. This was expected. In Xiaowu's mother's eyes, Qiuzhen was already infamous; marrying her would be like bringing shame upon the family. Besides, her brother marrying his sister-in-law would make it difficult for her and Xiaosheng's mother, her two sisters-in-law, to see each other.

Xiaowu was more decisive than Xiaosheng. He said to Qiuzhen, "My family's land will also be added to the cooperative, and then given to you. I'll help you farm when I have time, so my parents won't have to work in the fields."

Qiuzhen asked worriedly, "But if your mother doesn't agree, we can't get married."

"It's okay. The old lady is just having a bad day. She'll be fine after a while and will agree."

Qiuzhen asked even more worriedly, "Xiaowu, you're not going to keep dragging your feet on marrying me, are you?"

Xiaowu laughed heartily, pulled Qiuzhen into his arms, and kissed her cheek, saying, "If I don't marry you, who else would I marry? I also need you to give me a son."

Xinyi worked on the construction site from morning till night every day. Although she wore a safety helmet, its sun protection was far less effective than a straw hat. The sun had tanned her face a rosy glow. Cunmei pinched her cheek enviously and said, "What are you putting on your face? How come you don't get tanned?"

Xinyi replied, "It's what my parents gave me. There's nothing I can do about it. My dad doesn't get tanned."

Cunmei and Hongxia were the heads of the cooperative and also employees of the neighboring village's base. They were among the first to receive wages, making the village women very envious. They were inspecting the construction site when Cunmei's phone rang. It was a newly bought phone, and apart from Da Ming and her family, no one else knew the number. The voice on the phone was her sister-in-law's: "Cunmei, my sister works as a nanny in Shanghai and fell from the fourth floor."

Cunmei was shocked and asked, "How is she?"

"She's seriously injured and in the hospital. She's out of danger, but the medical bills are too high, and we can't afford them. I'm heading there right now. Your Daqun is in Shanghai; could he help me find a lawyer?"

"Okay, sister-in-law, don't worry, I'll help you find a lawyer."

"I need to find a lawyer from my hometown who's a lawyer, and one of those lawyers called legal aid lawyers. I heard they don't charge for lawsuits."

"Okay, okay. I understand."

Xinyi asked, "What happened?"

"My sister-in-law's sister was cleaning windows in Shanghai when she fell from the fourth floor and was seriously injured. She doesn't have money for medical bills and needs Daqun to help her find a lawyer."

"It's no use asking Daqun; he doesn't know many people in Shanghai. You need to find Zhigang."

"Then you can talk to him for me."

"Okay."

Xinyi took out her phone and dialed Zhigang's number. "Hello, Zhigang, do you know any lawyers in Shanghai?"

"Yes. There are many lawyers from my hometown."

“Cunmei’s sister-in-law’s younger sister is injured and hospitalized in Shanghai. She needs a lawyer. Could you help her?”

“No problem. Have her contact me.”

The next morning, Zhigang met with Cunmei’s sister-in-law, Wang Dailan, in his office. Her sister, Wang Daiju, worked as a nanny. A few days ago, she accidentally fell from the fourth floor while cleaning windows. Her employer took her to the hospital, where she immediately underwent surgery. The employer was kind enough to pay part of the medical expenses. However, the surgery and subsequent medical costs were a huge sum, and the employer, being only a relatively well-off wage earner, couldn’t afford it. Hearing that some lawyers often help the vulnerable without charging fees, such as helping migrant workers recover unpaid wages, someone suggested that Wang Dailan find such a lawyer.

Zhigang said, “Sister-in-law, don’t worry. I received Cunmei’s call yesterday and already contacted a lawyer. She’ll be here soon.”

Just then, the lawyer arrived. She was a beautiful and capable female lawyer named Li Qing. After listening to Wang Dailan's explanation, Attorney Li asked a few questions, then said, "Your sister's employer didn't buy her comprehensive domestic insurance, so they should bear most of the medical expenses. I will communicate with the employer and hope he can pay some more. Then I will communicate with the hospital to ask them to reduce some fees. This way, most of the expenses can be covered. As for the rest,"

she turned to Zhigang and said, "you fellow villagers can donate some."

Zhigang said, "Sure. I'll cover the rest."

Wang Dailan repeatedly said to Zhigang and Li Qing, "Thank you. Thank you. My sister's whole family is very grateful to you."

Attorney Li asked, "What is your sister's family's financial situation?"

“Her husband is also a migrant worker in Shanghai, earning a low income, and they have a child in elementary school. Her parents-in-law are in poor health and can't work in the fields. Their financial situation is difficult,”

said Attorney Li. “I’ll immediately submit a report to the Shanghai Legal Aid Center to apply for legal aid for your sister.”

Wang Dailan thanked him profusely and was about to leave when Zhigang said, “Have a meal before you go. ” Wang Dailan said,

“I’m not in the mood for food right now. I have to hurry to the hospital to take care of my sister.”

After Wang Dailan left, Zhigang said to Li Qing, “Thank you. Let me treat you to lunch.”

Li Qing joked, “Is thanking me that simple? Just one meal is enough?”

“How else do you want me to thank you? I’ll offer myself to you.”

“I have a boyfriend, it’s not your turn to offer yourself. You might as well treat me to a meal.”

Zhigang and Li Qing had known each other for many years, but they had always maintained a distant friendship. Zhigang wanted to develop the relationship further, but Li Qing always rejected him intentionally or unintentionally. When they first met, Li Qing didn’t have a boyfriend, but she had several since then, and never considered Zhigang. This frustrated Zhigang, but he never gave up. Li Qing knew perfectly well that Zhigang wouldn't marry her; he only wanted a physical relationship. She, however, insisted on dating and discussing marriage before even considering sleeping together. She'd slept with several boyfriends after their romances, but none of them led to marriage, and they all ended up as strangers. She was frustrated; none of these outcomes were as good as sleeping with Zhigang directly—at least they were still friends. Her stubborn personality prevented her from admitting this, which always put Zhigang in the way of his desires.

Zhigang took Li Qing to a restaurant in a neighboring village. Seeing Weiqiang and Guiling sitting there waiting for their food, Zhigang said with a hint of jealousy, "Let's eat together. Let me share in your sweetness."

Guiling said, "You two are so affectionate, we should share in the fun."

Zhigang said, "Okay. Then you treat us to lunch."

Liqing said, "You're so shrewd. You just said you'd treat me to lunch, and now

you're having someone else pay. I admire you." Weiqiang said, "I don't care who treats me today, but I'll treat you tomorrow. You're all welcome. Okay?"

Zhigang asked, "What's the deal for tomorrow?"

"I've rented a small island at sea. I'd like you all to come and play. Are you interested?"

"Yes,"

Liqing responded first. "Can I bring my boyfriend?"

"No. The island is newly acquired and hasn't been developed yet. Resources are limited, so it's not yet capable of hosting guests. It's only for the four of us. We can't accommodate more than that."

Zhigang said to Liqing, "I'm not going. Your boyfriend can go instead."

"Forget it. He won't welcome anyone else."

The next morning, Zhigang drove according to the route Weiqiang had given him to a bay deep in Yangshan Port. The others had arrived as well. There was no dock, so Weiqiang hired a small fishing boat. The bow was pressed against the seawall, and the boat was driven at full speed to keep it stable and prevent it from being swept away by the waves. They climbed aboard from the bow. Zhigang asked Weiqiang, "How will you arrange transportation to the island?"

Weiqiang replied, "That's simple, I'll buy a yacht to use as a ferry."

The fishing boat left the seawall and headed out to sea. It was high tide, and after about 20 minutes of sailing against the current, following Weiqiang's directions, they saw a very small island in the distance. Zhigang thought the island was probably too small; would it be submerged by the high tide? When the boat got closer, they realized that what they had seen earlier was only its width; its shape was long and winding, like a snake. Weiqiang explained that there was a local snake called the "Tiger Roaring Snake," which resembled the island's shape, so the island was called Tiger Roaring Snake Island.

The fishing boat circled a white lighthouse at the snake's head and docked at the "dock" on the snake's belly. The dock was really just a pile of rocks, and the fishing boat still couldn't use its gunwale to moor it as usual. It had to press its bow against the reef and drive at full speed to prevent being swept away by the waves. It was clear that this was originally a dock, but it had been destroyed by the waves due to long-term abandonment. They climbed a steep, jagged cliff before finding steps to follow. The steps were intermittent; after climbing for several dozen meters, a row of stone houses suddenly appeared. The flat area a few meters wide in front of the houses was completely overgrown with tangled trees and shrubs, with only a small clearing in front of a few houses in the middle.

Weiqiang explained that this row of about forty houses was originally the garrison of a company of soldiers, but this place was no longer a frontline, so it had been abandoned for many years. Although the houses had no doors or windows, they looked very sturdy, and it was a pity to abandon them. Weiqiang planned to renovate and repurpose all these houses.

"How does it compare to your neighboring village's guild hall?"

Weiqiang asked Zhigang proudly.

"Your guild hall is much more impressive,"

Zhigang said sincerely.

Standing on the flat ground and looking out to sea, even though they were only halfway up the mountain, Zhigang already felt that the trip had been worthwhile. The vastness of the sea allowed him to exhale the pent-up emotions of years past, his heart and lungs feeling boundless. Today was cloudy, lacking a blue sky, and the rising tide painted the sea with varying colors; in the distance, it had a slight blue tinge, while closer in, it shifted constantly through layers of blue, green, yellow, and murky hues. Near the shore, the waves felt like countless powerful hands, repeatedly kneading the rocks. Layer upon layer of seemingly ceaseless surging waves, carrying endless energy, propelled the spray, sending a chill down one's spine. These surges appeared low and moved slowly, yet they conveyed the immensity and depth of the sea, its immense power and weight. Even a typhoon is merely a temporary, localized frenzy, far less powerful and profound than these surges.

After a short rest, Weiqiang began leading them up the mountain. As they walked, Weiqiang explained that there used to be a ring road around the island, likely created by soldiers on patrol, but it had long since disappeared. Weiqiang carried a machete to clear a path, yet the climb remained arduous. Sweating profusely yet feeling exhilarated, his legs weary but his muscles and bones felt invigorated. He traversed thatch, thorns, bushes, and thickets, climbing over rocks, ravines, ridges, and steep slopes, finally reaching the summit. Zhigang looked around; the sea stretched out before him, a sense of boundless openness far surpassing anything he'd experienced halfway up the mountain. Weiqiang remarked that the island was only 83 meters above sea level, not even as high as Sheshan Mountain in Shanghai. But the scenery and the mental experience of climbing it were incomparable.

Zhigang glanced at Li Qing, who had followed closely behind, already panting heavily. A few strands of her long black hair clung to her fair face, like skillful lines drawn by a painter on rice paper. She already held her coat in her hand. Standing taller than her, Zhigang could look down into the valley between the two mountains just below her collar. Li Qing noticed Zhigang's mischievous gaze and quickly moved away, running to the foot of a watchtower at the summit. The tower had two levels, with several observation holes around the perimeter, facing outwards in a V-shape—likely firing ports as well. Many trenches had been dug around the tower, but they were already overgrown with trees and grass, becoming obstacles to their path. The eastern slope of the hillside was an open area, with waist-high thatch. Weiqiang said, "This could be developed for tourists to camp and watch the sunrise."

Zhigang gazed eastward, imagining the magnificent and beautiful sunrise over the sea, feeling restless and yearning for the feeling of standing there one day. He looked into the distance; the sea was now obscured, the waves barely visible, the surging waves indistinct, the ocean a seamless expanse, its colors blurred, as if it had hidden its true face. A cargo ship slowly passed by, seemingly motionless from afar, only the two V-shaped wakes behind it revealing its movement.

Descending the hill was not easy either; thorns would snag their trousers, tearing their calves, or there were hidden pits in the grass, causing them to stumble and fall. Zhigang naturally became Li Qing's protector, sometimes pulling her up from above, sometimes supporting her from below. At the bottom of a waist-high earthen embankment, Zhigang caught Li Qing as she jumped down, pressing her breasts tightly against his chest, unwilling to let go for a while.

Halfway down, they wandered along a path on the mountainside, seeing several tunnel entrances. The doors, cast with steel plates and cement, were half a foot thick, and some entrances had two doors. Zhigang thought these were radiation and nuclear war protection facilities. Weiqiang led the way, crawling into a half-open tunnel. They filed in; the inside was dry, flat, odorless, and not stuffy, indicating good ventilation. Weiqiang carried a flashlight, but it could only illuminate the path ahead; those behind held hands with those in front, leading the way in the darkness. After walking for several miles, they emerged from a tunnel, which Zhigang realized was the side of the barracks where they had started their ascent.

As soon as they emerged, Zhigang noticed the sky had changed; the wind was stronger, the waves seemed higher, and the sound of the waves crashing against the rocks below was terrifying and clearly audible.

Weiqiang observed the sky and said worriedly, "I don't know if we can go back today."

Chapter 35 Spending the Night on a Deserted Island

The waves were still gradually increasing, and the wind was howling louder and louder. Weiqiang called the captain of the fishing boat he had rented, who said that the weather had turned bad, the wind and waves were too big, and it was getting late, so he dared not go out anymore and could only wait until the wind and waves subsided tomorrow to come and pick them up.

Weiqiang's worries were confirmed, but Zhigang was in a good mood. He liked these unexpected experiences when traveling, and he was always happy when he encountered unexpected events.

Li Qing asked Weiqiang with some concern, "Can't we go back today?"

"I'm afraid so. We'll have to spend the night on this island."

"How will we spend the night? Where will we sleep?"

Zhigang deliberately said, "Do you still want to sleep on a Simmons mattress here? We'll sleep on the grass. The sky will be our blanket, the ground our bed, and the moon our lamp."

Li Qing believed him and asked in fear, "Are there snakes on the island?"

"This place is called Tiger Roaring Snake Island, how could there not be snakes?"

Zhigang scared her, and she really squeezed closer to Zhigang, as if a snake was threatening her right in front of her.

Weiqiang smiled and comforted her, "Don't believe him, he's just trying to scare you."

"Then how can you guarantee there aren't any snakes?"

When the meticulous lawyer asked this question, Weiqiang couldn't answer. Who could guarantee there weren't snakes?

Guiling comforted him, "Don't be afraid. They're very wicked; they're doing it on purpose. There are two rooms here that have been prepared, with beds, blankets, and mosquito nets. We can stay here tonight."

Weiqiang laughed and said, "Now you understand why I only allowed these few people up here, right? It's to prevent us from getting stranded if we encounter a storm. If your boyfriend came, would I throw you out to feed the snakes or throw your boyfriend out to feed the snakes?"

Li Qing smiled shyly and retorted, "I'd throw you out to feed the snakes. After all, you're the host."

It was already past two in the afternoon, and everyone was hungry. Weiqiang had come prepared, bringing a lot of food, such as roast duck, braised beef, pig's head meat, peanuts, etc., as well as oranges, apples, and pears. The room also contained the old-fashioned liquor and mineral water he had brought from the neighboring village—everything was available. Weiqiang brought out a folding round table and four folding chairs from the room, and everyone sat down. Weiqiang placed the cooked food on a plate, opened a bottle of wine and poured it into everyone's bowls. He picked up his bowl and said, "It's a rare opportunity to drink on the sea. Come on, cheers!"

Everyone picked up their bowls and took a big gulp of wine.

Zhigang said, "This place is even more imposing than Liangshan Marsh."

Guiling said, "Then Weiqiang is Song Jiang, and who are you?"

Zhigang said, "I'm Leopard Head Lin Chong, and you're She-Devil Sun Erniang."

"I sell human flesh buns? Then your village guild hall should be shut down. Who is Li Qing?"

"There are no lawyers on Liangshan, and she's a female lawyer. Why don't you be my wife?"

"Get lost."

Li Qing spat at Zhigang, "Lin Chong didn't have a wife."

After finishing a bottle of wine, Weiqiang took out bread to feed everyone, saying, "Since we're staying here, I'll cook dinner tonight, stir-fry a few dishes, and have a good drink."

Li Qing asked in surprise, "You can cook your own food?"

"Of course."

Weiqiang said, "There's a large stove here used to be used by the army for cooking, and there's also liquefied gas. The rice was delivered a long time ago. Look, there are a few vegetable gardens over there."

Everyone looked at the corner of the house and indeed there were vegetable gardens, with pumpkins, cabbages, eggplants, peppers, and other vegetables growing in them.

After lunch, everyone was too tired to climb any further, so they strolled around the area. Weiqiang and Guiling walked in one direction, while Zhigang and Liqing naturally went in the other.

Looking around, over 100 goats were scattered across the island, some nimbly climbing up and down the steep cliffs, others walking in groups along the paths like a white necklace adorning the green hillside. Weiqiang had explained that morning that these goats did have owners, but they were free-range. Their owners had simply released breeding goats and left them to fend for themselves. The owners had hired a young man to herd the goats on the island, but he didn't really manage them; his only responsibility was to prevent outsiders from stealing them. Pregnant ewes were allowed to give birth to lambs, and as long as they survived, the lambs would follow their mothers up the treacherous cliffs. Zhigang

and Liqing encountered the young shepherd on the path; he looked to be about twenty-four or twenty-five years old. Zhigang struck up a conversation with him and learned that he was from Sichuan, and the only modern tool he owned was a mobile phone, which was also his only form of entertainment. He had a rechargeable battery to charge his phone. Zhigang asked, "Where do you sleep at night?"

The young man replied, "I can sleep anywhere. I often sleep in a hammock in a tree."

Li Qing asked, "Aren't there any snakes?"

It seemed she was terrified of snakes.

"No,"

the young man said.

After parting ways with the young man, they continued their stroll. Li Qing sighed, "It's hard to imagine how he could endure the loneliness every night, accompanied by the sea breeze and waves, bathed in starlight."

"Yes,"

Zhigang said, "If he had that amazing endurance and willpower to do something, was there anything he couldn't accomplish? In this environment full of the energy and tension of nature, anyone who can survive is a very powerful person. And perhaps we come to such a wild place to travel, to find and draw upon this source of power, even the source of life, we just haven't realized it yet."

Li Qing said, "I didn't realize you could think so deeply."

"Of course you can't see it, otherwise why wouldn't you want to be my girlfriend?"

"Who said I didn't want to? It's because you're not serious, you only think about sleeping with people, you don't want to get married. If you agree to marry me, I'll be your friend."

"Did those boyfriends who agreed to marry you eventually marry you?"

Li Qing shook her head sadly.

"So, they were lying to you, and you accepted it without a second thought. I tell you the truth, but you always refuse."

"Then why don't you just lie to me? I know their words might not be reliable, but I'm willing to listen and believe them. Besides, there were various reasons for the breakup; they might not have intentionally lied to me from the beginning."

"I know women are like that. If I said I wanted to marry you, you would be mine long ago. But I don't want to say that. Maybe you think I don't care about you by not saying I'll marry you, but it's precisely because I care that I don't want to lie to you."

Li Qing said, "I know you have many women, but you haven't told any of them you wanted to marry them?"

"No. I only told one woman I wanted to marry her, but I didn't end up marrying her. So marriage is a pain in my heart. It's a long story; I'll tell you when I have the chance."

"Why wait until later? We're isolated here today; we have time. If we don't tell you today, we might never have the chance again."

“That’s true,”

Zhigang said. “We always say we’ll do something when we have the chance or time, but that’s just an excuse, and most of the time it never comes true.”

Zhigang started talking about how he met Jing’er, how she was raped, how he had been with several women but never fell for her, how they had their first time together, and the events that happened at the winery after Jing’er got married. When he finished, they had walked along the dimly lit path on the mountainside to the lighthouse, and then walked back from the lighthouse.

Li Qing sighed softly and said, “A person may only have one true love; the others are all fake, but they just don’t know it.”

Zhigang said, “I believe that love can only happen once. But one can have multiple sexual partners.”

“Why can’t love and sex be unified in one person?”

“Can you unify them?”

Li Qing shook her head: “No. I don’t even know which love was real.”

“So don’t force the unity of spirit and flesh, because you can’t do it.”

The sky was gradually darkening, the wind blowing from the sea was getting stronger, and the huge roar of the waves crashing against the rocks was even more terrifying. Li Qing couldn't help but move closer to Zhigang, who naturally pulled her into his arms, and she didn't resist.

Back at the bungalow, Weifeng and Guiling were already home. They sat down again, letting the sea breeze caress them, feeling an unprecedented sense of comfort. Until it was completely dark, pitch black all around, with no stars visible in the thick, cloud-covered sky, Weiqiang said, "Let's go inside."

The room was simple, with only a single bed and a folding table. Weiqiang lit two candles and placed them on the table. Li Qing asked, "What about the bathroom?"

Guiling laughed and said, "I can tell you've never lived in the countryside. Can't you take care of things outside?"

Weiqiang asked, "How are we sleeping tonight?"

Li Qing asked, "What do you mean?"

"I mean, who's sleeping in the same bed?"

Li Qing said, "Of course, I'll sleep with Guiling."

Guiling said, "On such a romantic and beautiful night, I want to be with a man who loves me. You should also be with a man who loves you."

"I won't,"

Li Qing said. "I don't love him, and he doesn't love me."

"Is that so?"

Guiling asked Zhigang, "Don't you love her?"

"Of course I do,"

Zhigang said, "But loving someone doesn't necessarily mean marrying them."

"Alright. Let's not argue about this anymore,"

Weiqiang said. "Zhigang and Li Qing, go sleep over there. If Li Qing doesn't want to, Zhigang, be a gentleman and sleep under the bed."

Zhigang looked at Li Qing and said, "Okay. I'll sleep under the bed."

Zhigang and Li Qing went into the next room, which had the exact same layout, with a bed and a table. Zhigang lit a candle, sat down at the table, and said, "You sleep here."

"You really want to sleep on the floor?"

"If I didn't really want to sleep on the floor, would you still let me sleep in the bed?"

Li Qing didn't say anything, got into bed, and covered herself with the blanket. Zhigang blew out the candle and lay down on the table to sleep. After a while, Li Qing asked, "Zhigang, can you sleep?"

"I can't sleep."

"Are there any mosquitoes?"

"Yes."

Actually, there weren't any mosquitoes; at least so far, no mosquito had bitten Zhigang.

Li Qing seemed hesitant in the darkness. After a while, she said, "Come up and sleep here."

"You're willing?"

"Willing what?"

"What do you mean you're willing?"

"I'm not willing, I just want you to sleep in the bed so there won't be mosquito bites."

"Then forget it. I'd rather be bitten by mosquitoes."

"I know you're a gentleman, otherwise you'd force yourself on me. I'm sure you won't do anything if you come up here."

"How come I didn't think of that? You reminded me. You're not as strong as me, you probably can't stop me from doing whatever I want."

"I know you're joking. Come on up."

"No. I'm a gentleman off the bed, but this bed is so small, if I get on and hug you, I can't guarantee I won't violate you."

Li Qing giggled: "You should still come up. I was just teasing you. Even if you can control yourself, I can't resist. Do whatever you want." "

Really? So you were just teasing me."

Zhigang crawled into the covers and found that Li Qing's clothes were already soaked. Li Qing kissed him and said, "I knew I'd give it to you sooner or later."

"Then why did you wait until today?"

"Just teasing you. Besides, isn't today good? No matter how many women you have, who's going to sleep with you on a deserted island?"

Zhigang, aroused by her teasing, thrust directly into her already open vulva. Li Qing immediately began to moan. The howling sea wind outside the window pierced through the intense sound of Li Qing's moans. Zhigang skillfully attacked the depths of her lotus, feeling the friction of her stamens against his penis as they tightened and loosened. As the rhythm of her stamens grew faster, he knew the woman beneath him was about to climax, so he relentlessly and continuously struck her cave until her loud moans drowned out the wind, continuing his relentless assault.

"You haven't ejaculated yet?"

Li Qing asked in surprise.

"You've never experienced this before?"

"No."

"Today I'll make you forget all your boyfriends, and from now on you'll only want to sleep with me."

"You're that good?"

"You're experiencing how good I am right now."

Li Qing kissed Zhigang and said, "Knowing you were this good, I would have let you sleep with me a long time ago."

In the darkness, Zhigang saw Li Qing's shining eyes and said, "It's not too late now."

Li Qing's climax came again. This time it was much more intense than the first time; she almost twisted her waist to make the jade pillar in her flower core pound her flower more violently. Zhigang also tried harder to make her wish come true, pounding until the petals fell and the juice flowed freely.

"You haven't ejaculated yet?"

Li Qing was even more surprised.

"No."

Li Qing hugged Zhigang tightly: "Zhigang, I want you every day from now on."

"No. Didn't you say you didn't want me?"

"Hehe. Now I only want you."

Half an hour later, Zhigang brought Li Qing to the clouds, and he also climaxed.

Zhigang woke up the next morning and saw sunlight shining through the window onto the ground. Li Qing was still fast asleep in his arms. His little brother, feeling the discomfort, quietly laid Li Qing flat. He saw between her legs and, sure enough, her lotus-like opening was open. He aimed his jade pillar at the entrance and inserted it precisely. Li Qing shuddered, opening her eyes in terror. Seeing Zhigang vigorously thrusting on top of her, she understood what had happened. She twisted her waist, letting her flower bud endure the torment of the jade pillar.

Just regaining her senses, Li Qing said, "Zhigang, you're amazing. This is my first time like this."

They made love for half an hour, reaching their climax simultaneously.

Zhigang dressed, opened the door, and went outside. Weiqiang and Guiling were already at the door, stretching in the sunlight.

"What time is it?"

Zhigang asked.

"Eight o'clock. The boat will arrive in half an hour."

"So soon?"

Zhigang said. "I'll quickly wake Li Qing."

Guiling smiled seductively and said, "You really ravaged her last night, didn't you?"

The fishing boat carried them away. Looking at the islands receding into the distance, Zhigang said to Li Qing, "Have you felt that spending a night on this island gives you new life energy?"

Li Qing, who had been thoroughly enjoying herself with Zhigang the previous night, replied, "Can't you get energy anywhere?"

Zhigang said, "I'm not talking about sex."

"Then what is it?"

“I think cities are places that drain your vitality. Living in them for too long makes us feel tired and bored, lacking enthusiasm and novelty for life. So-called sub-health is a kind of urban disease, the root of which is the imperceptible loss of vitality. Over time, we even forget where we came from, where we are going, what we want to do, and what we are capable of. So people created Golden Week to travel everywhere, trying to find themselves again. However, when people flock to famous tourist attractions like swarms of headless flies, they don't realize they're actually bringing the hustle and bustle of the city to the countryside, unable to find true pastoral tranquility and simplicity. It's like carrying a stove while searching for coolness; you won't find coolness anywhere.”

The boat rocked continuously, and Li Qing tightly gripped Zhigang's arm, whispering in his ear, “Last night I realized you were digging deep, and now I realize you're thinking even deeper.”

“Really? They complement each other. How about we go to an island for a vacation next time, and continue exploring deeper issues?”

“Okay,”

Li Qing said. “We’ll go during the Golden Week holiday. Everyone else is carrying a stove to find coolness, as you said; we’ll throw away our stoves and find the source of life.”

That afternoon, Zhigang returned to the company. Before his car had even stopped, Cai Mingli ran over, opened the door for him, and said, “President Feng, something terrible has happened! Liu Xiaoshuang has gone missing.”

“Xiaoshuang has gone missing? Are you sure?”

“She didn’t come to work yesterday. I thought she’d found a rich dad and didn’t care whether she came to work or not. She still hasn’t come today. I figured even if she resigned, she should at least have some paperwork, so I called Xiao Cui. Xiao Cui said she left the day before yesterday and didn’t go home or back to her dorm yesterday. That’s when I realized something might be wrong. This girl doesn’t like crowds, has no contact with the outside world, and nowhere to go.”

“Did you call the police?”

“No. Xiao Cui said if it’s a kidnapping, you shouldn’t call the police if you can settle it with money.”

“Has Gui Ling not come back yet?”

“I called her. She’s on her way and will be there soon.”

Just then, Liu Weiqiang’s car sped into the yard and screeched to a halt. Gui Ling and Weiqiang got out. Gui Ling asked Mingli, “Any new developments?”

“No.”

Another car drove in, and Wang Changqing and Shen Qiong got out together. Xiao Cui also came downstairs from the office. Her waist was thicker than before, clearly showing that she was pregnant.

Wang Changqing said, "It's a kidnapping. I received a text message."

Wang Changqing took out his phone; the text message read: "You old lecher, you're eating what's in your bowl while also hogging what's in the pot. How are we poor people supposed to live? Your goddaughter, Liu Xiaoshuang, is in my hands. Prepare one million immediately and wait for my notification. If you dare to call the police, I'll kill Liu Xiaoshuang."

Guiling said, "Don't talk about this outside. Let's go to the tea room at the club."

Everyone sat down in the tea room, and the waiter quickly brewed tea for everyone. Zhigang asked Wang Changqing, "Can you determine the kidnapper's identity?"

Old Wang shook his head: "That's difficult. If he said he had a grudge against me, we could try to figure it out by following the clue of an acquaintance, but he's after money, so a stranger is very likely."

"It might not be a stranger,"

Zhigang said. "Did you notice the text message? 'You're eating from my bowl while hogging what's in the pot, how are we poor people supposed to live?' That means he knows your situation and still harbors some resentment towards you. Also, this person might be desperate, which is why he resorted to this risky move."

Guiling said, "Old Wang's wedding and the ceremony where he recognized his daughter were so grand, many people know about it, and there's a lot of resentment towards the rich in society these days, so we can't be sure it's an acquaintance." Weiqiang said

, "Don't rush to analyze and judge now, the first decision we need to make is whether to call the police or not." Zhigang

asked Old Wang, "What do you think?"

"I think we shouldn't call the police yet, so as not to push the kidnapper too far. I've already prepared the money, and I hope he'll pay to release her."

Zhigang looked at Xiaocui and Shen Qiong, and they both nodded.

“I think we should call the police,”

Zhigang said. “I completely understand your concern for Xiaoshuang’s safety, but the police have more experience handling these kinds of problems than we do, so it’s actually safer for them.”

“I agree with Zhigang,”

Weiqiang said. “What if he doesn’t release her after we’ve just rashly given him the money?”

Xiaocui asked, “We’ve already given him the money, why won’t he release her?”

“The kidnappers’ mentality is unstable. For example, he might find that the million was too easy to get, and then he might get greedy and want to add another million. What if he doesn’t release her? Or maybe Xiaoshuang saw their faces and is afraid to let her go, so he might kill her. There are all sorts of possibilities.”

Lao Wang said, “That’s right. How come I didn’t think of that?”

Zhigang said, “There are probably many things we can’t think of, but the police will.”

Lao Wang looked at Xiaocui and Shen Qiong and said, “Then let’s call the police?”

Shen Qiong said, “Let’s call the police.”

Xiaocui nodded as well.

After receiving Zhigang’s call, Zheng Liang quickly brought an assistant over. After hearing the situation, Zheng Liang said, "It's such a big deal that you're lucky you called the police. Even we wouldn't dare handle it ourselves, let alone you could have predicted it. I'm going to report it to the criminal investigation team to solve this case."

Zheng Liang called the criminal investigation team and said, "The criminal investigation team will send people over immediately. Let's get to the bottom of the situation first."

Based on the information provided, Zheng Liang analyzed, "Let's put aside the possibility of a stranger committing the crime and analyze the possibility of someone you know. Old Wang, think about whether you've offended anyone?"

"I'm just a scrap collector, I don't fight with the world, it's impossible for me to have offended anyone."

"Think broader, for example, acquaintances, relatives, or friends who envy your wealth."

"I can't think of that right now."

"Think about it slowly. Also, what about Xiao Shuang's social circle? Who else is in her family?"

Xiao Cui said, "Her parents and a twin sister are all in her hometown in Jiangsu, there's no one else."

"Does she have any close friends or acquaintances?"

Mingli said, "She doesn't have many friends, just a few waitresses at the club. She doesn't go out much, but occasionally on her days off, she'll invite a few waitresses to go shopping in the city."

Guiling said, "She's just a waitress, she couldn't possibly have offended anyone. By the way, she had a boyfriend, but they haven't been in contact since."

"Boyfriend?"

Zheng Liang asked, "Why did they stop seeing each other?"

Guiling said to Weiqiang, "Do you remember why Xiaoshuang jumped off the building?"

Weiqiang said, "Yes, it was because she was pregnant, but her boyfriend disappeared."

Zheng Liang asked, "Where is this boyfriend from? When did they meet?"

Guiling said, "It seems he brought Xiaoshuang to Shanghai, so they should be from the same hometown."

"This boyfriend is a prime suspect,"

Zheng Liang said, "We need to find clues about him."

Guiling said, "We've only heard Xiaoshuang mention him once, and there are no other clues."

The criminal investigation team arrived, and Zheng Liang introduced Captain Yang and Officer Deng. Captain Yang agreed with Zheng Liang's analysis and quickly made specific arrangements: Lao Wang would continue to wait for text messages or phone calls, and immediately inform the police as soon as there was any news; Zheng Liang was responsible for checking Xiao Shuang's place of origin and family situation through the personnel department files of the Lin Village Guild Hall, and then investigating the situation and whereabouts of Xiao Shuang's ex-boyfriend through the police station in her hometown; Captain Yang himself and Officer Deng were to prepare for the operation and make an action plan, and immediately take action once Lao Wang had news.

"Lao Wang,"

Captain Yang added, "we can't focus our suspicions on Xiao Shuang's ex-boyfriend yet, as this could easily overlook other suspicious points. You and your family should further broaden your scope of memory and think about what else is related to Xiao Shuang."

He said to Gui Ling and Ming Li, "You should mobilize the staff of the guild hall to think and see if they can recall anything related to Xiao Shuang. For example, have any of her frequent friends acted strangely, has anyone been pursuing her recently, has she shown any unusual behavior, etc."

The police all left. Gui Ling advised Lao Wang to go home and rest early, just waiting for the kidnappers to call. Old Wang said, "I'm not going back; I'll stay at the clubhouse."

Zhigang said, "That's good. We can discuss things together."

"Let's have dinner first

," Guiling said. "Mingli, make the arrangements."

Mingli went to make the arrangements and then came back saying, "Let's go to the restaurant for dinner."

Old Wang said, "You guys go ahead and eat. I'll sit for a while."

Xiaocui said, "I'll sit with Old Wang for a while."

Guiling said, "Old Wang, Xiaoshuang will be found; don't worry too much. How can you have the energy to wait for Xiaoshuang to come back if you don't eat? Besides, Xiaocui has to provide nutrition for two people; are you going to make her skip meals?"

Old Wang stood up, took Xiao Cui's hand, and said, "Okay. Okay. Let's go eat."

While eating, Zhigang thought of someone, thinking that he was now desperate, knew the situation, had both the motive and the means to commit the crime. He put down his bowl, took out his phone, and dialed Dapeng's number: "Dapeng, is Dali following you now?"

"Yes."

Judging from the sound, Dapeng was also eating, and it was quite noisy in the restaurant.

"Where is he now?"

"He's with me, eating together. Should I call him?"

"No need. I was just asking. You eat."

It didn't seem to be Dali, and Zhigang breathed a sigh of relief. But who was it?

Chapter 036 Zhihong's New Love

Dali was now holding Hongyan in his arms, eating delicious food, holding a wine glass, very happy, and not short of money, so he really had no intention of doing anything illegal.

Spending all day with women, Dali naturally didn't want to play mahjong anymore and easily quit gambling. Dapeng asked him to assist in managing the security work of the KTV, which was a thankless job. KTVs are a mixed bag, rife with trouble. Most singers are drunk, and a single disagreement can easily escalate into a fight, causing serious consequences. If you encounter powerful figures from both the underworld and legitimate circles, you need to be discerning to avoid escalating the situation. Security work requires a balance of firmness and tact; you must be able to control troublemakers while also appeasing those with influence. Da Peng repeatedly told him that while this line of work involves physical prowess and aggression, it's even more important to be shrewd and know when to yield and when to be tough. When it's time to yield, you'll be willing to kneel and beg for mercy; when it's time to be tough, you must be willing to face a knife to the head.

Not long after starting work, Da Li encountered a fight. The reason is simple: a man returned from the restroom, not recognizing his own private room. He pushed open a door to another room, glanced inside, and someone came out and asked, "What are you doing?" The man

who had entered the wrong room was a young, effeminate man wearing glasses, clearly an intellectual. He adjusted his glasses and said, "Sorry, I came to the wrong room."

Without a word, the man who came out slapped the young man, knocking his glasses off. The young man picked up his glasses and shouted, "Why did you hit me?"

Without another word, the man slapped him again, blood immediately trickling from his mouth. At that moment, the door to the next room opened, and someone came out to see the young man being beaten. They went back to their room and called a few people out, who then attacked the man. Two more men came out of the next room, ruthless characters who quickly knocked down the young man's group and continued to punch and kick them relentlessly. Just then, Dali arrived, having received the news. He saw two men in black beating several people to the ground and kicking them relentlessly. He grabbed one of them from behind, while a security guard who had run with him grabbed another, allowing the beaten men to escape. Dali, being strong, carried the man he was carrying into a private room. Inside, he saw a somewhat familiar-looking woman drinking and exchanging glances with a young man. Startled by his arrival, she immediately sat up straight, adopting a gentlemanly demeanor. The people inside quickly pushed Dali out, and one of them followed, saying to him, "You didn't see anything, understand? If you utter a single word, I'll set this KTV on fire and throw you inside to burn it down."

Dali nodded repeatedly in fear. Even in the lobby, he was still shaken, not understanding the meaning of the warning. It wasn't until late at night when the group of men and women came out that he realized the familiar woman was wearing large sunglasses that covered the upper half of her face, and a scarf that obscured the lower half, making it impossible to discern her features. The man made no attempt to conceal himself, clearly exuding the air of a wealthy young man. Five or six men and women escorted them out the door. Watching their retreating figures, Dali suddenly remembered the woman's name – she was a popular TV star.

Dali, as expected, dared not tell anyone who he had met, only telling Hongyan. Hongyan, somewhat alarmed, covered his mouth, begging him never to tell anyone that the star was being kept by a wealthy man with underworld connections. The rich young man was too young; he couldn't possibly be the one keeping the star. It was definitely the star having an affair with him behind the man's back. Neither side was someone to be trifled with.

Hongyan had stopped working as a prostitute; Dapeng had made her and Xiaohong "madams," each employing over a dozen girls for the KTV patrons to choose from. In Dali's understanding, the KTV was like a real estate development company, the madams were like the construction company bosses like Dazhi, the patrons in the private rooms were the projects, the KTV subcontracted the patrons to the madams, and the madams made the girls do the work. The girls, of course, were the migrant workers. As Dali thought this, he found it laughable that he had compared migrant workers to prostitutes. He also felt a deep sadness; migrant workers toiled away for far less money than prostitutes earned. Even if they walked the streets openly, they probably wouldn't receive as much respect as prostitutes.

Hongyan had just taken in five girls, two of whom were virgins. The three non-virgins started working the very next day, generating revenue, while the two virgins waited for half a month without anyone wanting them. Virgins were valuable, but not everyone wanted them; fewer and fewer men had a virginity complex, and many preferred experienced women. Even if Hongyan could sell the two virgins for a few thousand yuan, they hadn't sold in over half a month, while the non-virgins had already earned that much from working every day. Having calculated the costs, Hongyan decided to deflower them and then have them work. Of course, they could work without being deflowered, but the two girls absolutely refused. Hongyan had seen many girls like this; what they desperately wanted to protect was that thin membrane, and once it was broken, they wouldn't care about a man's penis entering them again.

Hongyan handed them over to Dapeng and Dali, each to sleep with one. Hongyan, filled with jealousy, said to Dali, "I'm so good to you, you can't not marry me."

"Don't worry,"

Dali said, kissing her cheek, "Unless you don't want me, I'll always want you."

Dali hadn't expected this girl to be so beautiful. She looked about sixteen or seventeen, with fair and delicate skin, exquisite features, a slightly slender figure, and only slightly protruding breasts. Seeing Dali approach with ill intent, she knelt down with a thud, crying, "Brother, please spare me. I'll never forget your kindness."

Dali said, "Once you're in, you can't escape it. Sooner or later you'll sleep with a man. Why don't you let me sleep with you? I'll be gentler with you."

The girl repeated, "Please spare me, I'll never forget your kindness."

Dali couldn't bring himself to do it; his previously hard penis softened. He could only say, "Alright, alright, I won't touch you now, get up."

The girl got up and sat on the bed, still sobbing. Dali sat down on the edge of the bed and asked her, "What's your name?"

"My name is Mo Qunfang."

"I can not sleep with you tonight, but what if someone else comes to sleep with you tomorrow?"

"I don't know."

Mo Qunfang said, tears streaming down her face again.

Dali pointed to the door and said, "There are people watching outside. Even if I wanted to save you, you couldn't escape. Just accept your fate."

"Then I'll die."

The girl said stubbornly.

"Don't even think about dying. You're so young, you have a long life ahead of you."

Dali walked out of the room dejectedly. Hongyan saw him come out and asked, "Did you succeed?"

Dali shook his head.

"Why?"

"I couldn't bear it."

Hongyan poked his forehead with her index finger and scolded, "Useless thing. You can bear to let someone else sleep with your wife, but you can't bear to sleep with a girl. You can't be soft-hearted in this line of work. You're not harming her by taking her virginity; maybe she'll even thank you." "

How could that be?"

"Why not? Once she's a prostitute, everything she's held onto before will be worthless. It seems I still have to help you."

Because they were afraid the two virgins would run away, they had their meals delivered to them. Hongyan put sleeping pills in Mo Qunfang's food. When it was almost time after the meal, she said to Dali, "You can go in now."

He pushed the door open and went in, finding Mo Qunfang asleep in bed. He carefully undressed her, afraid of waking her. Later, finding the drug effective and she wouldn't wake, he removed all her clothes. Her slender body lay across the bed, white as jade, her not-yet-fully-developed breasts resembling two freshly steamed buns. He grabbed one breast, his large hand covering it completely. He spread her legs, revealing her virgin bud. He gently parted the vertical slit, revealing small bumps, which he lightly licked with his tongue. Feeling a reaction, the slit gradually opened, like flower petals, revealing the white hymen and a small round hole in the center. His penis was already hard, so he aimed at the budding flower, but with a little force, he couldn't penetrate. He applied more force, and Mo Qunfang cried out. He was startled, stopping like a thief, looking at Mo Qunfang's face; she was still peacefully asleep.

Dali gritted his teeth and thrust hard, finally getting in. Mo Qunfang

cried out, "Ah!" and sat up abruptly before lying back down. She was awake, tears streaming down her face, soaking her pillowcase, and sobbing. Dali hurriedly paid the bill, pulled up his pants, and ran out. He was afraid to see this beautiful girl crying.

The next afternoon, Hongyan said that Mo Qunfang hadn't eaten breakfast and had been crying all morning, but had started eating at noon. Dali brought her dinner, and she took the plate of food and threw it at Dali's face. Dali wiped the food off himself with his pillowcase, not angry at all, and repeatedly apologized. Mo Qunfang sobbed again, saying between sobs, "You've ruined my life. I'm only a high school freshman, top of my class, I want to go to university, become an expert, a professor. But you've forced me to become a prostitute. Waaah..."

Dali took a tissue to wipe her tears, saying, "If it wasn't me, someone else would have taken your virginity. Once you're in here, your fate changes. But I didn't bring you in."

Hongyan was right; the day after she lost her virginity, Mo Qunfang agreed to take clients. Dali felt heartbroken when she took her first client.

A few days later, one afternoon, Dali went from the KTV to the back where the prostitutes and clients slept to check for safety hazards. Mo Qunfang walked towards him, grabbed his penis, and said, "Come on, I want you now."

Dali followed her to a room, and Mo Qunfang closed the door and gave Dali a blouse. Dali couldn't believe that in just a few days, a pure girl had become a shameless prostitute. His large hand grasped Mo Qunfang's small breasts, feeling that the buns seemed to have risen from being steamed, noticeably larger than a few days ago. He wondered how big it would become in a while.

Last time he was too flustered to remember what it felt like to enter Mo Qunfang's cave. This time, as soon as he entered, Dali felt very comfortable with his penis tightly bound, after all, this cave hadn't been through many men's torment yet. But he quickly ejaculated. He knew that sleeping with a prostitute was always short; don't expect her to actually climax. And Mo Qunfang had just been violated, so he was certain she wouldn't have an orgasm.

Mo Qunfang looked at Dali, who was still clinging to her, with her beautiful eyes and said, "I hate you. But I want you to marry me."

Dali was confused: "You hate me, why do you want me to marry you?"

"That's none of your business. I want you to know I hate you. But you must marry me, and you absolutely cannot marry anyone else."

Dali said, "Are you trying to get revenge on me?"

"I'm not trying to get revenge on you, but on everyone who got me here."

Dali shivered, feeling a little scared, and said, "I didn't bring you here." " So

, you'll decide whether to marry me or not."

Dali said, "I have a girlfriend."

"It's Hongyan, right? Okay, I don't want you to marry me yet. I want to be your girlfriend."

"You just want to prevent me from marrying Hongyan?"

"Yes."

Dali was torn. If he had to marry either woman, he would be willing to marry either of them, but if he had to choose one, he would still prefer to marry Hongyan. For some reason, he felt a little scared when he saw Mo Qunfang. The problem was that he had no choice; Mo Qunfang was clearly preventing him from marrying Hongyan.

The kidnapping case of Xiaoshuang was easily solved; the kidnapper was indeed her ex-boyfriend, Zheng Tao.

Zheng Tao and Xiao Shuang were about the same age. Neither was prepared to be a father, and his job was unstable with no income. So when he heard Xiao Shuang was pregnant, he was terrified and his first reaction was to run away. He went to stay with his classmate Zhong Ziliang in the suburbs of Jiading. Zhong Ziliang also didn't have a proper job. Because of his low education level, he couldn't find work and helped out some villagers selling vegetables. He wanted to rent a stall himself, but he had no capital and couldn't do anything. After Zheng Tao arrived, the two lived in a tiny room on a dilapidated roof rented by Zhong Ziliang. It could only fit a bed, and in the summer, it was unbearably hot before midnight, making it impossible to sleep. In the winter, it was freezing cold in the draft. When Zhong Ziliang couldn't sleep at night, he would wander around the town, occasionally taking advantage of opportunities to steal clothes, cell phones, or other valuables to sell. Sometimes he felt incredibly incompetent, unable even to be a professional thief because he lacked the skills and would be caught immediately if he tried.

With nothing else to do, the two continued to wander around the town; they had nowhere else to go. But two people together always need to discuss what to do. They didn't know how to run a legitimate business, lacked the capital, and the profits were slow; they weren't confident they could sustain it for long. So what could they do? Stealing was out of the question because they lacked the skills. Robbery was even worse; they were too weak and couldn't fight. Finally, Zhong Ziliang came up with the idea of kidnapping. They could kidnap a wealthy family's daughter—they thought they could manage it—and then have her parents pay a ransom. Zheng Tao agreed, finding it met their requirements: quick money, no technical skills required, and not too difficult. But who to kidnap? They only knew vegetable vendors; they had no idea who was wealthy and had a daughter who wasn't strong enough to be easily kidnapped.

They wandered to a bus stop, near a newsstand. It was a crowded place, offering more opportunities to grab clothes, phones, bags, or even wallets. Zheng Tao noticed a headline on a city newspaper: "The Scratcher's Winding Road to Find His Daughter." He thought, "The scratcher also has the word 'scratcher' in his name; can he be any better off than me?" He glanced at it again and saw a subheading about the ragpicker adopting a goddaughter named Liu Xiaoshuang.

Zheng Tao checked his pockets and found he had a few yuan left, so he spent 1.5 yuan on a copy of the city newspaper. This Liu Xiaoshuang was indeed his girlfriend, adopted as a goddaughter by the ragpicker Wang Changqing. This ragpicker was incredibly wealthy; he had booked both halls of the neighboring village's guild hall for his wedding. He knew the guild hall was a place most rich people couldn't afford; how much would it cost to book it for a day?

They decided to kidnap Xiaoshuang and demand a million yuan ransom from Wang Changqing. They followed Xiaoshuang for a long time and discovered that although she lived in Wang Changqing's villa, she rarely went back. She usually got off work late at night and stayed in the room where Xiao Cui, who worked at the neighboring village restaurant, used to live. Xiao Cui had moved out after her wedding. They decided to strike on Xiaoshuang's way home from work to her dormitory. This distance was 10 minutes' walk, giving them a good opportunity.

However, the two poor guys faced a problem: they didn't have a car. In kidnapping, the farther away from the scene, the better. How could they take such a large person without a car? Zhong Ziliang found a fellow villager who drove an unlicensed minivan and promised him one-third of the ransom, which the villager agreed to.

With everything prepared, Zheng Tao bought a SIM card, switched it to his phone, sent a text message to Wang Changqing, and then turned off the phone. He knew the police could pinpoint the location if they monitored the number, assuming they could only do so if the phone was turned on, unaware that even when turned off, the police could pinpoint the exact location. After Captain Yang returned to the police station, the bureau's technicians had already located the phone within a certain area in the suburbs of Jiading. Captain Yang arranged for plainclothes officers to set up a stakeout in that area, waiting for the phone to be used again.

The next morning, Wang Changqing received another text message, instructing him to drive alone to a certain location at 3 PM to pay the ransom. He immediately called Captain Yang, who told him to do as instructed.

Wang Changqing arrived at the designated location precisely at 3 o'clock. He received a call instructing him to get out of the car, walk to another street, and then turn right. After walking there, he passed a van, whose door suddenly opened, and two men got out and forced him into the van. The van immediately started moving, speeding forward, then turning left and right, seemingly ending up nowhere. Two masked men in the van asked him, "Did you bring the money?"

Wang Changqing pointed to the bag in his hand. One of them tried to take the bag, but Wang Changqing refused, saying, "I'll only give it to you after I see Xiaoshuang."

The man punched Wang Changqing, snatched the bag, opened it, and saw it was full of stacks of RMB. He then told the driver, "Got the money, stop the

car." The driver stopped, and the man opened the door, pushed Wang Changqing out, and said, "Your daughter will be back today."

Wang Changqing watched as the van drove a short distance before being blocked by several cars at the intersection ahead. Several men got out and forced the three criminals out.

The young men, once apprehended, confessed on the spot. Xiao Shuang was tied up and locked in a dilapidated, empty warehouse. They had the criminals lead her to the warehouse, and the police untied her. When Xiao Shuang saw Wang Changqing, she threw herself into his arms and sobbed. Xiao Cui, Shen Qiong, Gui Ling, and others arrived, hugging Xiao Shuang and crying tears of joy.

Back at the guild hall in the neighboring village, Old Wang asked Gui Ling to arrange a feast to calm Xiao Shuang's nerves. Xiao Cui said, "Xiao Shuang, you shouldn't go to work anymore."

"No,"

Xiao Shuang said, "I want to go to work."

"Then I'll arrange another job for you."

"No. This is a job I found myself, and I like doing it. I don't know how to do any other job."

Xiao Cui looked at Old Wang, who said, "Fine, let her do it. Just be careful in the future."

Old Wang had already advised Xiao Shuang not to work as a waitress, but Xiao Shuang refused. Old Wang wanted to give Xiao Shuang a car, but she refused, saying how could a waitress drive a car? She grew up in the countryside and wasn't used to being rich. She enjoyed interacting with girls her age at the guild hall and couldn't imagine how she would live without that environment.

Dali saw what looked like Zhihong enter a room at the karaoke bar. He found it strange; what was his ex-sister-in-law doing here? Who was she with? He found an opportunity to push the door open and, sure enough, there she was, with Jiafang inside, each embracing a man and dancing intimately. Dali quickly left and closed the door while Zhihong wasn't looking. He knew that man's penis was definitely hard against Zhihong's stomach. It always happened like this when they danced like that. Zhihong had looked down on him since they got married, and it was Zhihong who pressured Zhichun into divorcing him, forcing them to go to the town's civil affairs department. He was secretly pleased; he finally had something on Zhihong. He wondered how she would explain herself to Chen You. He thought to himself, "Hmph, you want me to divorce you? I'll make you divorce me too."

Ever since Lao Wu discovered Jiafang's shady dealings with the vegetable delivery, Zhihong hadn't had any contact with her. She and Zhichun had recently enrolled in a distance learning university, spending most of their free time studying. However, Jiafang kept trying to win her over, constantly inviting her out, treating her to meals, and repeatedly apologizing and promising not to do anything inappropriate again. After all, they were neighbors, and Zhihong softened. Besides, Jiafang was still a business partner at the neighboring village's guild hall, and she couldn't just cut off all contact. She accepted Jiafang's invitation to dinner.

This time, Jiafang invited two government officials to dinner: Shen Yaomin, the director of the tax office, and Zhang Cheng, the secretary of the town office. Shen Yaomin was Jiafang's lover, with whom she had maintained a relationship for several years. Jiafang knew that Zhihong liked young men, so she intentionally tried to match her with Zhang Cheng. Zhihong quite liked Zhang Cheng; the young man was in his late twenties, slender, and probably close to 1.8 meters tall. Perhaps it was the result of his work as a government secretary, but he was exceptionally attentive and did things very well, making her feel comfortable. With each dish served, he would pick up Zhihong's chopsticks and put some on her plate. When Zhihong's teacup was empty, he immediately called the waiter. Sometimes, if the waiter was busy, he would get up and refill the water bottle himself. When Zhihong's wine glass was empty, he would immediately pour it for her. After dinner, as they were about to leave, he helped Zhihong put on her coat, carried her bag, and handed it to her when she needed it.

While dancing in the karaoke room, Zhang Cheng's erection touched Zhihong's stomach. Zhihong intentionally nudged it a few times with her stomach and swayed from side to side, and they both knew that the other was theirs for the night.

When Dali came in, Jiafang saw him. After the song ended, they let go of their dance partner and returned to the sofa. Jiafang said to Zhihong, "Dali just came in and saw you."

Zhihong said, "This bad boy is here now? Let's leave quickly."

"He's already seen us, there's no point in leaving now. Let's play a little longer."

"You don't know, this kid will definitely ruin my plans. If we leave, he might think he saw wrong."

Jiafang had no choice but to agree and took them to her home.

Jiafang had become wealthy and had already bought a four-bedroom, two-living-room apartment of over 200 square meters, but she lived alone. She maintained her temporary marital relationship with Daqun, but they still lived in a rented room at the migrant workers' shelter; she had never brought Daqun home.

Jiafang made tea for the guests and then went to take a shower. Combing her damp hair, she said to Zhihong, "Go take a shower. Use my pajamas; I've got them for you."

Zhihong finished showering, put on her pajamas, and noticed they were a bit see-through, so she put her coat on over them and went into the living room. Then Zhang Cheng went to shower. Seeing Zhihong wearing her coat, Jiafang tried to take it off, but Zhihong wouldn't let her. Jiafang said, "Yours isn't see-through; look at mine."

Zhihong looked at Jiafang's pajamas; they were indeed more see-through, almost like she wasn't wearing anything. Her white body was completely exposed, the areolas around her breasts were clearly visible, and the dark area around her lower body was impossible to conceal. Zhihong had no choice but to let Jiafang help her take off her coat, still feeling embarrassed, she covered her chest with her hands.

Jiafang said, "Why don't you just go into the room? It'll

make you feel better." Zhihong went into a bedroom, which was luxuriously and warmly decorated, with soft lighting that stirred a sense of tenderness. Zhihong lay down on the Simmons mattress, wondering when she would be able to live in such a nice house.

Zhang Cheng pushed the door open, and Zhihong shyly covered her face with her hands. Zhang Cheng tried to remove her hands, but she wouldn't let him. Zhang Cheng said, "You're still as shy as a young girl."

He then grabbed her breasts and began to knead them. Zhihong giggled as he kneaded her breasts, releasing her hands and hugging Zhang Cheng's waist. Zhang Cheng leaned down, his tongue lightly brushing against her lips. She opened her mouth, sticking out her tongue, like a frog catching a flying insect, trying to catch Zhang Cheng's tongue. Their tongues touched and then separated, touched and then separated again, and on the third touch, they intertwined.

Zhang Cheng slowly lifted Zhihong's nightgown, kissing her entire body. His tongue circled inside her open vulva, causing her juices to splash, before he thrust his "spear" inside. Zhihong felt a shiver run through her body, a burning sensation spreading from her core. The jade pillar inside her nuzzled like a pig rooting for food, causing her pleasure to ripple like waves on water, spreading outwards from her vulva until the very last nerve ending. She couldn't help but moan softly, starting as a chirp, gradually growing louder, until finally it was as loud as a frog's croak, echoing and crashing through the room without restraint.

Despite his young age, Zhang Cheng was incredibly experienced. Sensing that Zhihong's clitoris was about to tighten, he preemptively struck, allowing Zhihong to experience his most powerful and forceful resistance as her climax suddenly arrived. It was like a tidal wave crashing against an unyielding cliff, unleashing the most intense and magnificent waves. With a deafening roar, the world seemed to end.

URL 1:https://www.sex3p.com/htmlBlog/19609.html

URL 2:/Blog.aspx?id=19609&aspx=1

Last access time:

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

Next Page : [Urban] The Romantic Encounters of a Working-Class Boy (Complete) - 16-18

增加

comment Open a new window to view comments

Contact Information

[Urban] The Romantic Encounters of a Working-Class Boy (Complete) - 19-21

comment Open a new window to view comments