[Urban] The Romantic Encounters of a Working Boy (Complete) - 10-12

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Chapter 119 Undercover (3)

It was almost midnight when the workers gradually dispersed to sleep. The construction site became very quiet. Qu Beibei closed the doors and windows and took a bath in the tub. There was an electric shower in the dormitory, but since it was used by men and not properly concealed, it was visible from the outside, so she didn't go there. After taking a bath, she took her birth control pills in advance and lay on the bed, listening to the sounds of cars passing by and insects chirping, sometimes accompanied by the roar of airplanes flying overhead. This was the border between urban and rural areas, and Qu Beibei had never heard these sounds at this time and place before.

She wondered, "Will anyone come tonight? What will the first one be like?"

She stroked her body, feeling particularly eager tonight, because every strong body she saw was what she wanted. She felt hot all over, and stroked her breasts with both hands, then moved down to her lower body, where she was already very wet.

The door creaked, as if blown by the wind, and she thought: Someone must have come.

Sure enough, the door opened softly, and a dark figure tiptoed in, stopping outside her mosquito net. Her eyes were closed, her heart pounding, a mixture of longing and fear filling her with ecstasy. She loved this feeling. Rock climbing, bungee jumping, and adventure travel were her favorite activities, precisely because of this feeling.

Finally, to her delight, the man opened the mosquito net and climbed onto the bed. As soon as he was on, he quickly embraced Qu Beibei, and before she could react, he lifted her nightgown to remove her underwear, only to find she wasn't wearing any. He then thrust himself inside her. The sudden onslaught of penetration swept over Qu Beibei's entire body, and she writhed in response. The man seemed surprised and stopped. After a moment's thought, he suddenly quickened his pace, hastily finished, got up, and vanished.

Qu Beibei hadn't expected him to be as quick as those migrant workers who bought sex, and she felt extremely uncomfortable, yet helpless, only able to writhe on the bed, trying to relieve her discomfort with her hands.

Then, someone else entered. He lunged at Qu Beibei, only to be caught in a tight embrace, startling him. This time, Qu Beibei wouldn't

let him escape so easily, saying, "Don't rush, we'll take it slow." The man was overjoyed. He had only intended to rape her once to satisfy his hunger, but the woman's cooperation only fueled his desire. Qu Beibei let him enter her and began to move slowly. Wanting to prolong the experience, she spoke to him to distract him: "What's your name?"

He remained silent. Qu Beibei knew he was afraid to say: "It's okay, I won't report you, and I'll still do this with you in the future."

"Really?"

The man was skeptical. "My name is Zhou Xinfeng. " "

What do you do for a living?"

"Carpenter."

"How many times a month do you sleep with women?"

"A month? I'm lucky

if I can sleep with one.

" "Can you handle it?" "What else can I do? Rape outside? That's too risky. Even if I commit a crime on the construction site, the foreman will speak up for us."

"What if you can't handle it?"

"Sometimes I grit my teeth and pay a prostitute. Most of the time I take care of myself."

"With my hands?"

"Of course I use my hands. What else can I use?"

"There are many tools in sex shops, like inflatable dolls."

"Inflatable dolls? Never heard of them."

"You seem very good."

Qu Beibei changed the subject.

"Very good?"

It seemed this man had never been praised in bed before, which surprised him.

"Yes. You're very good, you make me feel good."

The man got excited: "Okay, I'll make you feel even better."

This was exactly what Qu Beibei needed. She reached her climax, and regardless of where she was or how far her voice could carry, she couldn't help but let out a scream: "Ah—"

This scream pierced the night sky. All the dormitories could hear it, and all the migrant workers woke up.

Qu Beibei hugged the man in her arms, rolling and thrashing about desperately, making him explore her depths. This man, perhaps because he'd been praised, was truly powerful, working tirelessly until the woman beneath him gradually calmed down.

It was over. Zhou Xinfeng didn't forget his role as a rapist, and besides, the woman's moans had been too loud, so he quickly got up and ran away.

Immediately, another person came in, seemingly having waited outside for a long time. He didn't say a word, impatiently getting into bed and going in. Qu Beibei repeated her methods, not letting him rush, chatting with him, and incidentally learning what she wanted to know. She reached her climax again, once more waking everyone with a deafening scream.

A fourth person came in. Qu Beibei was already exhausted, so she let him finish quickly on her.

A fifth person came in. Qu Beibei was a little scared. If it wasn't over by dawn, she would be finished.

By the time the eighth worker finished, she felt pain in her lower body, probably from swelling. Knowing that it wouldn't be over by dawn, she made a quick decision, got up, dressed, and ran out of the construction site gate.

Chapter 120 Savagery and Civilization

Qu Beibei ran out of the gate, and there was a highway outside. Even though it was midnight, there were still cars coming and going. She waited for a long time before she could flag down a taxi.

The driver asked, "Where to?"

Yes, where to? Let's go to the village hall in the neighboring village first.

She called Zhigang's cell phone. Zhigang said, "There's no one at the hall now. Come to my place."

Zhigang opened the door and, seeing her disheveled appearance, laughed and said, "You look like you've fled in panic?"

"Isn't it a panic? These migrant workers are too strong. If they take turns, it won't be over by dawn."

She didn't say that it was her shouting that attracted the migrant workers.

Zhigang turned on the hot water and told her to take a shower first. She checked carefully; thankfully, there was no swelling, and it was still very elastic. If she hadn't run away soon, things might have gotten worse. However, the migrant workers had left so much stuff inside that it had all soaked her skirt since she wasn't wearing

underwear. She figured there would be a lot on the taxi seats too. Soaking in the bathtub felt much better, relieving her fatigue. And after two intense encounters, she felt completely refreshed. She stood up from the bathtub, dried herself, and then remembered she had no clothes. She wrapped herself in a towel, opened the door, and said, "Zhigang, what should I do if I don't have any clothes?"

As soon as the door opened, she saw a stack of clothes waving in front of her; Zhigang had already taken them.

"These are Jing'er's; see if they fit."

She was too tall; none of Jing'er's clothes fit. She simply didn't wear them, wrapped herself in a towel, went to the bathroom to wash her skirt and top, and hung them on the balcony to dry. These clothes were light and breathable; they would dry by dawn.

Zhigang looked at her; the two corners of her bath towel were tied in knots, hanging over her breasts like a long, flowing dress. However, without her hands helping, the hem of the dress flared out, forming a triangle, revealing her fair, beautiful, and alluring body. Her densely packed pubic hair was particularly eye-catching, making Zhigang's little brother stand erect.

Zhigang didn't know if she could still perform; he just looked at her without making a move. Qu Beibei watched as Zhigang's tent slowly rose, straining his pants to the point of bursting. Knowing he was losing control, she went over to untie him, took out the seemingly bulging, hard thing, knelt down, and gently licked it with her tongue. Her soft, cool tongue licked away the overflowing droplets at the spring, then circled the thickest part of the mountain's neck, gently brushing over the columnar waist, and then letting the entire mountain disappear into the depths of her mouth, reaching the seabed... Zhigang felt incredibly comfortable; he hadn't expected this female reporter to be so skilled with her mouth. Without rigorous training, how could one acquire such masterful and refined magic?

Qu Beibei herself was also aroused. She untied her bath towel, letting it slip down, and stepped onto the bed with one foot, positioning herself perfectly for Zhigang to enter. After Zhigang entered, he picked her up, and the two rolled onto the bed together.

Qu Beibei's long scream tore through the air once more, but this time it was blocked by the wall, and no one else could hear it. After the scream stopped, Qu Beibei wasn't finished. Instead, she arched her body, arching herself up, pressing against Zhigang and his penis, and only after several minutes did she suddenly relax.

Holding Zhigang close and gently kissing his chest, Qu Beibei said, "Zhigang, do you know what women like about you?"

"No."

"You have the wildness of a migrant worker, yet you possess a certain refinement; you have the temperament of a cultured person, yet you have an added wildness. That's the most captivating thing. I love wildness, and of course, I also love civilization, but when wildness and civilization are incompatible, I'd rather give up the so-called civilized world. That's why I love the savagery and primitiveness in migrant workers. When you gave me both wildness and culture, I had nothing to say but to enjoy you, and I felt incredibly fortunate."

Qu Beibei woke up at noon. She opened her eyes to the scattered towels on the bed and her naked body, only then remembering what had happened the night before. She washed up in the bathroom, put on her mostly dry clothes, and returned to the living room. She found a note on the table left by Zhigang: "I'm in the office. Come over when you wake up and have breakfast here."

The office wasn't far; Qu Beibei saw the neighboring village's clubhouse as soon as she stepped out of the complex.

Chapter 121 Research

Qu Beibei entered Zhigang's office, where Zhigang and Lanhua were waiting for her while drinking tea.

Lanhua already knew about her experience last night and asked with a smile, "How are our migrant workers? Are they energetic?"

Beibei said, "They're incredibly energetic. If I hadn't run away, I'd be dead by now."

"What are your plans now?"

"I need to go back and cook. I think I can communicate with them better today."

"Aren't you afraid they'll take turns working again tonight?"

"I've talked to them, so it shouldn't happen. If not, I'll run away again."

"Then go ahead. Aunt Wu must be incredibly busy right now."

"Okay. I'm going."

As soon as Qu Beibei entered the kitchen, she saw Aunt Wu indeed bustling around. Upon seeing her, Aunt Wu breathed a sigh of relief and instructed her to wash the vegetables first.

At lunchtime, the workers were much more enthusiastic towards Qu Beibei; they felt she was one of their own. After serving the workers their meals, Qu Beibei also took a bowl of rice outside and ate with the workers, chatting as they ate. She told them that she was there to conduct research and wanted to write a book. When the workers heard that the investigation was about their lives, they all expressed their support.

Qu Beibei used her afternoon nap time to develop a detailed survey plan. The plan was to invite a dozen or so workers to sit and chat near the kitchen doorway after dinner each day. She prepared over a hundred questions, intending to ask some each day. After the chat, she would invite one or two representative workers for in-depth conversations to gain a comprehensive understanding of their living conditions.

That evening, the first meeting attracted over twenty workers, using a question-and-answer format: Beibei asked, and everyone answered. Beibei recorded all the questions and answers with a small voice recorder. The migrant workers had limited education and often gave vague answers, so Beibei guided them to focus on more relevant topics. Two hours later, Qu Beibei had gained a lot; she had clarified at least 30 of the more than one hundred questions. Before everyone left, Beibei asked, "Who was the first person to enter my room last night?"

Everyone looked at each other, silent. Qu Beibei remained silent, waiting quietly for a while, subtly putting pressure on everyone; she guessed that person was among them. Sure enough, a burly man, even among the migrant workers, stood up, head bowed, and said in a gruff voice, "It's me."

All eyes turned to him, filled with envy, inwardly cursing, "So it was you who got the first taste."

Beibei asked, "What's your name?"

The man remained silent, but someone else answered for him, "His name is Peng Xiaosheng."

"We'll interview you in depth tonight, and Zhou Xinfeng will stay too."

The two young men stayed amidst the jeers of the crowd. They sat at the dining table in the kitchen, and Beibei asked them to recount their experiences, followed by more detailed and specific questions. These included who they had sex with, their sexual habits, their sexual satisfaction, whether they masturbated, and what methods they used.

At the beginning of the conversation, some migrant workers secretly eavesdropped outside, like eavesdropping at a wedding, but later, finding their stories to be trivial, they went back to their dormitories to play cards. They talked until midnight. Beibei said, "It's getting late, let's call it a day."

Seeing the two men hesitant to leave, Beibei found it amusing and said, "You two go back first, everyone's watching. Come back after they're all asleep. Okay?"

The two men grinned foolishly and left.

Qu Beibei had already showered and it was past one o'clock. She put on her nightgown, still without underwear, took her medicine, then turned off the light and went to bed. Before she even closed her eyes, two dark figures quietly entered. She knew these two were watching her, eagerly waiting for her to turn off the light.

Beibei sat up and asked, "Why are you two here together? My bed can't take it. Who wants to go first?"

It seemed both of them wanted to go first. Beibei said, "Peng Xiaosheng, you go first. You only lasted five minutes last night, nothing like Zhou Xinfeng. Zhou Xinfeng, don't go out, just wait on the side."

This time, Peng Xiaosheng was controlled by Beibei until she let out a long howl before he finally released his pent-up desire. As Beibei let out a long howl without pausing for breath, her body arched upwards, her feet and shoulders on the bed, bending into a bow shape, lifting Peng Xiaosheng into the air. When the howl stopped, she remained motionless for several minutes before collapsing with a thud, completely exhausted and panting heavily.

Peng Xiaosheng left, and Zhou Xinfeng came up. Beibei said, "I'm tired, can you give me a massage first?"

She asked Zhou Xinfeng to massage her shoulders and limbs. Zhou Xinfeng was strong but didn't know how to massage, but that was exactly the kind of pressure she wanted. When she got a massage at the bathhouse, she also asked the male masseur to press harder. She was used to having men's large hands knead her bones; it hurt, but it was pleasurable and effective. She quickly recovered and said to Zhou Xinfeng, "Okay. You can come now."

Having learned from last night's experience and having watched Beibei and Peng Xiaosheng's movements today, Zhou Xinfeng knew the techniques Beibei liked, and he skillfully made Beibei let out another long howl.

Chapter 122 Savage Civilized People (1)

Qu Beibei's month-long survey was over, and Daqun secretly breathed a sigh of relief. The workers actually stopped working during this month. They had to hear Qu Beibei's long howls twice every night before they could sleep soundly. How could this not affect their work?

A few days later, Qu Beibei drove her Audi A6 to the Lin Village Guild Hall, found Zhigang, and said, "Zhigang, I want to rent a house from your neighboring village migrant workers' home."

"Why do you need to rent a house?"

"I need to write my thesis and find a quiet place. I was originally sharing a house with someone, but her boyfriend comes over every day, and it's so annoying."

"I thought you couldn't bear to part with our migrant workers."

"That crazy feeling is over. I'm just helping the poor migrant workers. If I have to say I can't bear to part with you, it's you."

Zhigang was a little afraid of her and said, "Don't come now, I have guests coming soon."

Seeing his cute appearance, Beibei laughed heartily. Zhigang called Jing'er over to help Beibei with the formalities. Now Jing'er is in charge of the migrant workers' home.

Zhigang's guests arrived; they were Yuqin and Wu Ming.

Yuqin and Wu Ming had been dating for several months and were preparing to get married. This was a rare treat for Yuqin, and Zhigang couldn't understand how Dr. Wu had managed to make Yuqin fall for him alone and be so determined to marry him. Wu Fan's small circle had already accepted Yuqin and Wu Ming into their lives, and they had participated in several events, but they hadn't run into Zhigang yet.

Zhigang hadn't participated in any events for a long time; either he or Sister Wu was busy. Today was the event day, and Yuqin wanted to take Wu Ming to visit the neighboring village's clubhouse before attending the event. It was rare for her and Wu Ming to find time to visit each other, and since the event was being held at Sister Wu's house, not far from the clubhouse

, they arrived at Sister Wu's house. Everyone else was already there. Sister Wu chose Wu Ming. Zhigang naturally went with Yuqin. Yuqin asked, "Do we still need to do it here?"

"Yes. Let's switch with someone else."

Zhigang saw Liu Hong and Zhao Shoutian dancing together, and since he hadn't done it with Liu Hong yet, he said, "Let's switch with them. Mr. Zhao is a philosophy professor; let him give you some pointers on the philosophy of the bedroom."

Liu Hong and Zhao Shoutian readily agreed to the switch.

In this circle, every time Zhigang got to know a woman deeply, even if she was already very elegant on the outside, he could still discover a deeper level of beauty and elegance in her. This kind of beauty couldn't be revealed without sexual contact, and it was something that women in any other circle didn't possess. He knew that Liu Hong must be the same.

Liu Hong was in her forties, but she looked like she was under thirty; dancers often look much younger than their actual age. She wore glasses, and every gesture she made was beautiful, naturally beautiful. She didn't dance; she took Zhigang's hand and went upstairs, then into the room, hugged him, and kissed him.

“Zhigang,”

Liu Hong took off her glasses, kissing Zhigang’s lips as she spoke, “I’ve wanted you for a long time, but they all beat me to it. Do you know why I want you?”

“Why?”

“You have the simplicity, honesty, and wildness of a country person, and the elegance, rationality, and confidence of a scholar. These qualities are rare, even rarer in intellectual circles. Actually, women like a man’s wildness, but a wild yet civilized man will make all educated women willing to give themselves to him.”

This was the second time Zhigang had heard the woman he liked describe him this way; the first time was Qu Beibei. He kissed the dancer, this radiant woman on stage, now nestled in his arms, as if in a dream. Her face was delicate and soft, fair and lustrous, her eyelashes like tiny caterpillars covering her eyes; she didn’t look over forty at all, clearly a young woman.

Liu Hong withdrew her tongue from Zhigang’s lips and said, “I’ll show you a few dance moves.”

With that, she leaped onto the bed like a lively young girl. She wore tight-fitting lingerie, her figure was undeniably stunning. With just a few movements, she resembled traditional classical dance poses—like a flying apsara, a pipa player in reverse, a swallow flicking its sleeves, a jade ring turning its head… Zhigang thought, "Such a beautiful woman, will I really be able to enter her later? This is a wonderful thing that could shorten my lifespan, I'd be willing to do it."

She made another beautiful turn on the bed. The Simmons mattress was soft, and she lost her balance, falling into Zhigang's arms. Zhigang grasped her soft breasts with both hands; they were even more alluring under her tight-fitting clothes. Zhigang touched her abdomen; her slender waist was truly exquisite. Down her lower abdomen, her breasts bulged like a pigeon's, and further down was her core area. Through the thin panties, he could feel the clam shell already open, and where Zhigang's hands touched, it began to moisten.

Liu Hong was truly a beauty; she casually twisted her waist, freeing Zhigang's hands. She took off her top and then her pants, leaving only a flesh-colored lace bra and shorts, which further accentuated the dancer's beautiful, slender legs and high breasts. She then casually struck a few poses, subtly revealing a seductive and alluring charm that made Zhigang's soul leave his body. Who could resist the dancer's seductive charm?

Zhigang couldn't resist it either. He jumped onto the bed, grabbed Liu Hong, and pushed her down, savagely tearing off her lace shorts. He thrust his penis deep into her den, letting this dancer dance on the tip of his penis.

Chapter 123 Savage Civilized Man (2)

Liu Hong was waiting for him to unleash his wildness. Once inside, she became docile, without any dance moves, just twisting her body, letting her flesh walls tightly wrap around the tip of his penis. She swayed her lower body, and each twist made Zhigang go numb, like a sensor sending pleasure throughout his body.

The wild entry made her feel like she was being raped. She liked it.

Perhaps this woman was too beautiful, Zhigang couldn't hold back and ejaculated. She hadn't reached orgasm yet.

Sitting in Zhigang's lap, she gently stroked his penis, focusing on the engorged clitoris, which was already quite tight.

Liu Hong looked up from his penis at Zhigang and said, "You know what? I was a troubled girl in middle school."

"Really? Such a beautiful troubled girl?"

"It really is. Back then, I smoked, thinking it looked cool and stylish. I went out drinking and partying with what were considered bad students, and hung out with hooligans, going dancing, swimming, watching movies, and so on. At that time, I had a desire to be raped. I would fight back against the hooligans, yell at them, hit them, but deep down I wanted to provoke them and make them rape me. They wanted to have sex with me many times, and I refused without hesitation, thinking that it was meaningless if I didn't agree, so they would rape me. In the end, none of them dared to rape me."

"No wonder you like men's wildness, you have a desire to be raped."

"Yes. Later, I was finally raped. Do you know who it was?"

"Who?"

"My current husband."

"Professor Wang?"

“Yes. He had a family then. His ex-wife was a singer, a very talented and beautiful woman. He didn't want a divorce; he only dated me to trick me into bed and play with me. I'd go out with him and do anything, just not sleep with him. I still had the same mindset: I didn't want to have sex with you. If you wanted to,

you had to…” “He really…”

“I knew he couldn't resist my sexiness. Who could? Especially since I deliberately showed off my sexiness in front of him. That time, he couldn't resist anymore and…”

“What, at the swimming pool?”

“At the beach swimming pool. I wore a lifebuoy, and he pushed me to the deep end and…” “There were people swimming dozens of meters away, but they couldn't see what we were doing in the water. It was so exciting. The moment he entered me, I made up my mind that I had to marry him.”

“You're such a pervert. I like it.”

Zhigang got excited again, and his little brother, which had been in Liu Hong's hand, became hard. He sat facing Liu Hong, with her on top, and entered her. Unexpectedly, Liu Hong began to dance seductively on top, swaying left and right. At the height of her passion, she even spun a full circle around Zhigang's penis. At this moment, Zhigang saw her flushed face and pinkish skin, and felt the shell of his penis slowly contracting and relaxing. He knew she was about to climax, so he suddenly flipped her over and pinned her down, thrusting hard. She shuddered violently below, her body slippery, constantly shifting positions and twisting around the area where she was connected to his penis. No matter how she twisted, her core remained unmoved, always open for Zhigang's ministrations. Gradually, she went limp as if losing consciousness, and her climax slowly passed in her snake-like writhing.

Zhigang and Liu Hong only made love three times that night, but it felt enough. Good sex is not about quantity but quality.

The next morning, Zhigang and Liu Hong went out for breakfast, embracing each other. Sister Wu also came out, blushing, embracing Wu Ming. It was clear that Sister Wu's satisfaction the previous night was greater than usual. Zhigang guessed that Wu Ming and she were old lovers. Seeing Yuqin eating as well, he went over and quietly asked, "Sister Wu and Wu Ming are old lovers, right?"

"Yes. When Sister Wu introduced me to his therapy, she said they were old lovers."

After breakfast, everyone left. Sister Wu said to Zhigang, "Little Zhigang, how long has it been since you made love to me?"

Zhigang thought for a moment and said, "That's right, it's been several months."

"Then let's not leave yet, let's find a small amount and do it once before we leave."

Zhigang readily agreed.

Chapter 124 Organizing a Rich Woman to Visit the Construction Site (1)

It took a month for Qu Beibei to finish conceiving her thesis, and the overall structure was beginning to take shape. Her thoughts were completely clear, and she was just waiting to start writing. She had a habit of taking a break or doing something before she started writing the article she valued. In short, she needed to pause, and then she would write thousands of words without hesitation.

Just then, a new session of the Women's Salon was being held at the village hall in the neighboring village, so she attended. Now, each session of the Women's Salon has about 50 people, and the reception room can't accommodate them all, so the multi-functional hall has naturally become the fixed venue. With the professional sensitivity of a reporter, Qu Beibei observed the participants and found that they were mainly composed of three distinct groups. The first group consisted of wives of entrepreneurs, impeccably dressed, haughty, and aloof, and slightly older. The second group, clearly mistresses and concubines, were fashionably dressed, heavily made up, flamboyant, young, and lively; their numbers were similar to the first group, comprising about 80% of the total. The third group consisted of single women like Qu Beibei, spanning the widest age range, from their early twenties to their early forties, making up about 20% of the total.

Qu Beibei hadn't expected such a small salon to attract so many women. She thought there must be an even larger group of women surrounding it, and if a businessman were to deal with such a large group, he would certainly make a fortune—their purchasing power was considerable. But Qu Beibei clearly saw something else: this group represented a tremendous desire.

If they weren't lonely, they wouldn't be so enthusiastic about attending the salon. Qu Beibei thought the first factor was sexual loneliness; the second was not working, being too idle, mainly referring to the first two groups; and the third was that their life values couldn't be realized. Therefore, if she organized some activities for them, such as visits, charity events, excursions, or cultural activities, they would definitely be enthusiastic.

Such activities are best hosted by the neighboring village association. Beibei told Guiling her idea, and Guiling clapped her hands: "You and I thought of the same thing! In that case, you can help me with these things."

"Sure, but you can only take the lead, and I'll assist. Once my thesis is finished, I can devote more energy to it."

Their first organized activity was a visit to a construction site.

Two weeks later was the day of the women's forum. As required, everyone reported early in the morning and then visited several nearby construction sites. A large number of media reporters rushed to cover the event, creating an unprecedented spectacle. No one on the construction sites, from the managers to the workers, had ever seen such a scene, especially one composed of a large group of women. Guiling had contacted each site manager beforehand, requesting that they not just give a cursory look, but send a manager familiar with the situation to lead the group, showing each step carefully, explaining the work content, significance, etc. For example, upon seeing a crane, she could explain its function, operation, and precautions—all new things for the women. If anyone was happy, they could chat with any worker who was working.

These women were genuinely interested in the details. Some kept asking a worker questions, disrupting his work. But the site manager had already instructed them that even if it affected work, they had to cooperate with the visit. A few of the wives were husbands of construction company owners; if they were first wives, they had likely worked on construction sites themselves, perhaps even washing clothes and cooking for the migrant workers. Seeing the familiar construction site evoked a sense of nostalgia; being away from this land for so many years brought back memories of their own entrepreneurial days.

Although it was late August, and summer was over, it was still a sunny day, and walking such a long distance under the sun was quite hot. These women could imagine the working conditions of the migrant workers during the hottest summer months. Seeing these workers, working peacefully and even seemingly enjoying themselves under the sun, their dark faces and chests, their focused expressions, and their powerful movements, evoked a sense of health and beauty, a unity of wildness and civilization, stirring feelings of closeness and affection in their otherwise gentle hearts.

A few people followed at a distance, or stood in the shade to tidy their clothes and shoes, afraid of getting them dirty. Qu Beibei thought to herself, they would not love migrant workers, they would only hate this environment. They do not belong to our group, so there is no need to invite them next time.

Chapter 125 Organizing Rich Women to Visit the Construction Site (2)

At noon, we visited Dazhi's construction site and ate with the migrant workers on the site. These women, including the wives of the bosses who seemed arrogant, were actually very different from their appearance. They were happy to eat with the migrant workers. Each person held a large bowl, lined up to fill it with rice and dishes, and then took it to an open space to find a stone to sit on. Several people ate and chatted, asking the migrant workers some strange questions. This kind of fun was great. If it weren't for this event, I probably would never have experienced it in my life.

After the meal, we arranged for everyone to rest at the village hall in the neighboring village. If there were not enough rooms, we could use the migrant workers' home. Anyway, we were all together, which was very convenient. At three o'clock in the afternoon, the forum began.

This forum was hosted by Qu Beibei. The theme was: The living conditions of migrant workers and the civilization of our city.

Although the topic seemed unrelated to women, the atmosphere in the hall was unprecedentedly lively because everyone had a firsthand experience, not just empty talk. Everyone was vying to speak, and the scene almost spiraled out of control.

A woman who looked like a mistress or a concubine seized the opportunity to speak, took the microphone from a staff member, and loudly proclaimed, "Today is a women's salon, and all this arguing has nothing to do with women?"

Beibei recognized this woman; she had been following closely behind the group, her face contorted with pain and disgust, so Beibei knew she disliked the event. Different interests are understandable, and there was no need to force anyone. She said, "Please tell everyone your name, okay?"

"My name is Gu Jingjing."

Having reached a point, the host had to speak. Beibei said, "Of course it's related to women."

Gu Jingjing looked at Beibei: "What's it related to?"

Beibei countered, "What do you think migrant workers lack most for survival?"

"Is that even a question? Money."

"No. It's sex life."

A stir rippled through the hall; many nodded in agreement, while others raised questions.

Beibei continued, “They come to work, and they really do come to earn money. But in the city, they don’t need much money; a small portion of their wages is enough. But their women are back in their hometowns farming, raising children, and caring for the elderly, leaving them without sex for at least 11 months of the year.”

The room stirred again; many hadn’t considered this.

Gu Jingjing said, “It’s still because they lack money. If they had money, they could go to prostitutes or have mistresses.”

“We’re discussing their daily survival and lives; relying on prostitutes and mistresses isn’t a solution. If your argument holds true, white-collar workers in the city also lack money. Can they frequently rely on prostitutes and mistresses to solve their sexual problems? Then what’s the point of marriage? A few individuals might do that, but a group can’t. Can you imagine a group of white-collar workers relying entirely on prostitutes and mistresses to solve their sexual problems?”

Gu Jingjing was speechless and could only evade the question: “You’re not suggesting we go and solve the sexual problems of migrant workers, are you?”

“You can if you want. But the semen from the migrant workers will drown you.”

Everyone burst into laughter. Indeed, even if all the wealthy women in Shanghai were combined, they would only amount to a fraction of the number of migrant workers.

A woman in her forties, dignified and elegant, with a full figure and still charming demeanor, grabbed the microphone and said, "My name is Wang Jiemin. Today's visit has deeply moved me. I never imagined that in such a developed city, there would be such a group of people making silent contributions, and their contributions are far greater than ours. In fact, we should consider that which country or city didn't have this group during its rapid development phase? The Chinese laborers in America and Europe a century ago are proof of that. So what can we do? Of course, sacrificing ourselves is useless; as the host said, their semen would drown us."

Another burst of laughter followed. Wang Jiemin continued, "What we need to do is care about them and do what we can for them. For example, today's visit is a source of encouragement for them because someone values them, especially since it's a large group of beautiful women. We can also organize activities for the migrant workers, such as Mid-Autumn Festival parties, trips, etc., to enrich their spiritual lives and partially alleviate the anxiety caused by sexual frustration."

Someone interjected, "Showing open-air movies on the construction site is also an option. That's how movies are often watched in rural areas."

Chapter 126: A Kind of Woman

. Women's salons always bring surprises to Zhigang, and this time was no exception. Major media outlets reported on the neighboring village's association organizing a luxurious group of women to visit the construction site. One newspaper even published a full-page interview with the association, featuring Zhigang and Guiling. The free advertising was incredibly effective; the phone calls for interviews came one after another, but Zhigang refused all interviews, or simply passed them on to Guiling.

On Zhigang's desk sat the metropolitan newspaper with the full-page interview, and the author, Shen Qiong, was having Kung Fu tea with Zhigang and Qu Beibei. Shen Qiong and Qu Beibei were college classmates. It was Qu Beibei who introduced Zhigang to her for the interview.

Qu Beibei had originally wanted to find a quiet place to write her thesis, but after hosting that women's salon, her peaceful life was gone. Many women who had attended the salon secretly came to her, hoping to connect with migrant workers through her. Beibei had done research and knew that women's sexual orientations varied greatly. There was a type of woman who didn't like men being too gentle in bed, who preferred being dominated, preferred the most primal form of sex, and preferred strong and savage men. Most of the women who came to her were this type. She thought this wasn't a bad thing; it could satisfy the sexual frustrations of a few migrant workers. Both sides were helping each other, getting what they needed—why not?

The first person to contact Qu Beibei was Wang Jiemin. This was expected; Beibei guessed she had needs, and strong desires at that. Beibei invited Peng Xiaosheng and Zhou Xinfeng to drink at the Tianyi Hotel. Midway through the drinks, Wang Jiemin became drunk. Beibei had two migrant workers help her to a room and told them, "You two don't leave tonight; stay inside and keep her company. You can do whatever you want."

Zhou Xinfeng asked, "Is that okay? Won't she be angry?"

"Don't worry, I'll take responsibility if anything happens. Don't treat her like a rich lady; just treat her like a country woman you want to sleep with. If she doesn't cooperate, then..."

The two men were initially hesitant, but Beibei's words emboldened them. As soon as Beibei left, they stripped Wang Jiemin naked without a second thought. Wang Jiemin was pretending to be drunk, closing her eyes as they undressed her. Then one of them climbed on top of her and penetrated her forcefully. She tried to pretend, but she couldn't control herself and began moaning while clinging to the migrant worker. Peng Xiaosheng went first, and seeing that Beibei's words were true, he was overjoyed, but he ejaculated with force, causing Wang Jiemin discomfort. Fortunately, Zhou Xinfeng then entered her. He had some experience and worked with Wang Jiemin for an hour. After they finished, Wang Jiemin let Peng Xiaosheng take over. She knew he had gone too fast the first time and was now fully recovered and eager to try again.

That night, the two men took turns with Wang Jiemin for four hours straight. Wang Jiemin was indescribably satisfied, and the next day she rented a room at the migrant workers' home, right next to Beibei's.

Gu Jingjing also found Qu Beibei. It turned out she didn't dislike visiting construction sites, but seeing those shirtless, muscular men made her unable to resist, and she couldn't suppress her desires, so she followed the crowd. She told Beibei that her sex drive was too strong, and ordinary men couldn't satisfy her. She needed two male prostitutes to take turns with her for several hours to be satisfied. She thought these migrant workers were physically strong and would definitely be better than male prostitutes. Beibei

asked Zhou Xinfeng to bring two migrant workers, and in her room, the three of them took turns with Gu Jingjing. Gu Jingjing even gave each of them a thousand yuan, and Beibei couldn't stop them. The next day, Gu Jingjing also rented a room at the migrant workers' home.

Beibei came to see Zhigang to discuss this matter. Her best friend, Shen Qiong, happened to be there, so they all came over for tea.

Beibei explained the situation to Zhigang, and he also felt that this matter needed to be taken seriously. Relying on Beibei alone wouldn't last long; a dedicated person needed to handle it. But who should do it?

Zhigang said, "We should still ask Dapeng to do it. He's experienced; professionals should do professional work."

Beibei said, "If we let him do it, he'll have to charge money."

"Only a market-based approach can do it well. If we don't charge, these migrant workers will be hard to manage, and things will get messy in the long run."

"But those women come to migrant workers for a feeling; if you charge them, that feeling will be gone."

"A market-based approach is necessary, but we can find alternative solutions. For example, let Dapeng contract a migrant worker accommodation, then he can renovate it nicely and rent it to these wealthy women at a higher price, but he can't charge them for prostitution anymore."

"That's a good idea. Let's plan it out carefully."

Shen Qiong also liked the burly appearance of migrant workers and said, "Beibei, can you arrange a migrant worker for me to try? But I won't rent a place; I'll use your place."

Beibei pushed her, "You're quite shrewd with your calculations. If you're not satisfied, that's fine; if you are, I'll charge you rent."

Shen Qiong wanted to find an ideal migrant worker to be her secret lover.

Chapter 127 Chun'er and

Jing'er basically stayed at Zhigang's place for one night every week. It wasn't fixed to any particular day; Jing'er would come if she wanted, or Zhigang would call to let her know if he missed her.

This regular sex life made Jing'er even more beautiful. Her beauty in the past was serene and simple, a clear beauty meticulously depicted like a fine brush painting. But her current beauty was somewhat indescribable; the techniques of fine brush painting could no longer express it, yet it was like freehand brushwork, leaving more room for imagination. For example, how do you describe the mature charm that a woman exudes after years of sexual activity? How do you describe the elegant temperament that a woman possesses, refined by life's trials and cultural cultivation, that remains unchanged by her appearance and clothing?

Jing'er possessed this kind of beauty, and it was a genuine beauty, without any pretense or affectation, which made her even more beautiful. Zhigang often admired Jing'er's beauty while mentally comparing her to several other beautiful women he was close to. For example, Sister Wu was very beautiful, but even if she were thirty years younger, she couldn't compare to Jing'er. Sister Wu has her hypocritical side; for example, her lust is always concealed by her refined demeanor. Yuqin is similar to Jing'er in terms of authenticity, but she possesses a ruthless determination to control the situation, which is the least appealing trait a woman can have to a man.

Jing'er's desire is growing stronger; she makes no attempt to hide it, expressing it naturally and enjoying her sex with Zhigang. To this day, she hasn't developed feelings for any man other than Zhigang. Zhigang thinks that if she did, she would naturally show it, or tell him. But if that day ever comes, what will Zhigang do?

Every time she comes to Zhigang's place, Jing'er buys some groceries, cooks a few dishes, and drinks a few glasses of wine with him. Jing'er is naturally good at drinking, but not much. After a few drinks, a slight blush rises to her fair and delicate face, making her infinitely beautiful and endearing.

Today, her face is radiant with joy, making her even more adorable. After a few drinks, she said to Zhigang, "Zhigang, Chun'er is coming to Shanghai."

"Chun'er? Your sister? What's she coming for?"

"She got into university, the Music Academy at Shanghai Normal University. She'll be here in a couple of days. Would you like to come with me to the train station to pick her up?"

"Sure."

Zhigang picked up his glass and drank it down with Jing'er.

"What's your sister's major?"

"Vocal performance, singing folk songs. She has a really good voice."

"Then we can invite her to sing for any events the club has."

Perhaps out of excitement, Jing'er's desire arose early that night. Feeling hot, she took off her top, leaving only a low-cut vest, revealing breasts that were fuller and firmer than before. She knew she wanted Zhigang, so she touched her breasts and said, "Zhigang, I want it."

Zhigang picked Jing'er up and carried her into the bedroom. Jing'er couldn't wait for him to enter her. Zhigang thought, at this moment, any woman would feel the same.

Every time he made love with Jing'er, he found it unforgettable, so Zhigang was content with once a week. Not once, but once a week, more than three times a week.

When Chun'er jumped out of the car, Jing'er saw her immediately. She jumped out first, and then her suitcase followed.

"Sister, brother-in-law,"

she called Zhigang brother-in-law without asking. Chun'er looked more and more like Jing'er, but she was taller and more lively.

"Why are you alone?"

Jing'er said, "Didn't anyone bring you here?"

"It's enough with you and brother-in-law. Dad is busy, he doesn't have time. Mom has never traveled far, so if she brings me here, you'll have to take her back."

After taking Chun'er to school to register and arranging her accommodation, there was nothing else to do; there were still a few days left before registration. Chun'er said, "I'll go visit you guys."

Chun'er followed Zhigang and Jing'er to the company, where her third sister-in-law, Lanhua, exclaimed, "Oh my, another beautiful Jing'er has arrived!"

She hugged Chun'er and showered her with affection. Guiling complained, "You can't resist a pretty girl? Let me get intimate with you too."

Chun'er found the company, the club, and the migrant workers' home particularly fascinating, and had Jing'er show her around for a long time. When they returned, everyone was waiting for them to have dinner.

During dinner, Lanhua joked, "Chun'er is so pretty, no less so than Jing'er, and a college student. What kind of man should she marry in the future?"

Guiling said, "Whoever she marries will be lucky."

Lanhua looked at Zhigang and said, "He has to be better than Zhigang. He's only a high school student. Chun'er should marry someone with a master's or doctoral degree."

Chun'er said generously, "I don't care what kind of degree he has, as long as he's like my brother-in-law, I'll marry him." Zhigang

blushed. Lanhua said, "Then what should we do? There's only one Zhigang. Why don't you two sisters both marry Zhigang, so he can't handle it and gets drained and becomes a slut?"

Chapter 128 Dapeng Contracts the Migrant Workers' Home

That night, Chun'er and Jing'er slept together. Chun'er asked, "Sister, why aren't you and brother-in-law married yet?"

Jing'er said, "Knowing we're not married, why do you still call me brother-in-law?"

"Hehe. Whether we're married or not, he's still brother-in-law, as long as I acknowledge it."

"That's right. Getting married isn't important, as long as we're together."

"Sister, are you a general manager now?"

"Yes, the general manager of the neighboring village's migrant workers' home."

"Then when I graduate, you can make me a vice general manager, give me an office, and let me show off."

"You want to be a singer in the future, why be a vice general manager?"

"Pshaw, my future? I'd be lucky to be a music teacher, let alone a singer?"

"How do you know I can't be a singer? There are plenty of grassroots stars now."

"But I don't want to be a singer, I want to be an entrepreneur like you."

"Don't you love singing the most?"

"Precisely because I love it, I can't make it a career. If I make it a career, there's no fun in it."

"Where did you hear that nonsense? Of course, you should make what you love a career."

"Sister, when are you planning to have a baby?"

"Alright, alright, go to sleep, stop asking so many questions."...

Da Peng hadn't been to Zhi Gang's office in a long time. He plopped down on the sofa and asked, "Zhi Gang, what's up?"

Zhi Gang sat down too: "It's something important I need to discuss with you."

Zhi Gang explained how Qu Beibei had arranged for several wealthy women to have sex with migrant workers. Da Peng exclaimed, "My god, are there really such bold women? They want men to come to my place as prostitutes, it's fun and profitable!"

"They have more money than they can spend, they don't want to be prostitutes."

"Then hire male prostitutes, they can afford it."

"That won't work either. They want the feeling, they're not interested in anything that money can buy."

"Something that money can't buy? These days, there aren't many things money can't buy."

"Here's what I'm thinking. I'll carve out a small section of the migrant workers' accommodation for you to rent, and you can sublet it to them at a higher price."

"You'll have to pay for the renovations. They're rich, the renovations can't be low-end."

"No renovations needed."

"No renovations needed? Is that okay?"

"No matter how well you renovate, can it compare to her place? I told you, what they want is a feeling. They don't feel anything sleeping with a man in a luxurious room, but they feel something sleeping with a man in the grass or in the open."

"Isn't that cheap?"

"What woman doesn't crave a man?"

"Then will they rent if I raise the price?"

"Yes. Because I told you not to charge money from other sources, only to earn rent. Understand?"

"Not charge money?"

Da Peng still didn't understand.

"Introduce migrant workers to these women, but don't charge them or the migrant workers."

"Got it. Just factor the money you want to collect into the rent. Right?"

"Right."

"The rich women are fine. But if you don't charge the migrant workers, it'll be hard to manage."

"Why?"

"Don't you understand these migrant workers? When everyone is broke, all's well. But if some have money and some don't, regardless of whether it's truly unfair, they'll think it's unfair and demand justice. For example, if I introduce Daqun to the rich women without charging them, and the other migrant workers find out, they'll cause a scene. And then the whole world will know. But if I charge them, they'll check their own pockets and find they have no money, so they'll accept it. They won't think about whether it's fair for some to get more money and some to get less, because they've already accepted that fact."

Zhigang thought Dapeng made sense, thinking that this kid hadn't wasted his years; he had some ideas.

"You figure out how to solve this problem. You understand them better than I do."

Dapeng knew that this way, the risk of breaking the law would be transferred to him; Zhigang and the Migrant Workers' Home were just renting him the place. However, since he was already doing something illegal, it didn't increase the risk for him; instead, it gave him an opportunity to make money.

After discussing it with Qu Beibei, Dapeng increased the rent tenfold, based on the price Zhigang had given him. He knew this reflected the price of pimping, which wasn't expensive.

As Qu Beibei had predicted, among the fifty-odd women who attended the previous salon and nearly a hundred who regularly attended, about twenty had a sexual orientation towards migrant workers. For them, this rent was negligible; adding another zero wouldn't make it expensive.

Chapter 129: Father is a Migrant Worker

. Shen Qiong also had a similar sexual orientation. She thought it might be related to her father being a migrant worker.

Shen Qiong's mother was an educated youth sent down from Shanghai to Anhui, and her father was a farmer from the village where she was sent. They fell in love and got married. Later, to return to the city, her mother divorced her father and took Shen Qiong back to Shanghai. Her father, still attached to his mother and missing his daughter, came to Shanghai to work in the 1980s, becoming one of the earliest migrant workers after the reform and opening up.

During a break from work, the father went to his mother's house, wanting to see his daughter. His mother refused, telling him not to visit her and their daughter again. The mother didn't want people to know her ex-husband, the daughter's father, was a migrant worker, believing it was for her and her daughter's benefit. Although young, Shen Qiong was very close to her father, feeling her mother was too cold and heartless towards him. Later, her mother remarried, marrying a returned overseas Chinese man, and Shen Qiong began to hate her mother and her stepfather.

Shen Qiong only learned about her sexual orientation after marriage. She married a virgin; her husband was the editor-in-chief of a newspaper, now the deputy editor-in-chief. Her husband, from Shanghai, was incredibly attentive and caring, not letting her do housework and being an excellent cook. During sex, he was also very careful, never rough. Sometimes it seemed planned: first a shower, then foreplay, then penetration, then waiting for climax, leaving Shen Qiong uninterested and rarely experiencing orgasm.

Several years after their marriage, they bought a house, and Shen Qiong handled all the renovations herself; her husband was too busy with work to manage. The construction foreman was a burly Shandong man, quite rough. His eyes were fixed on her breasts, his lust for her blatantly expressed, yet it excited her. She wondered, what if he... did she do it? Would she?

She knew she would. And the opportunity actually came. She had to supervise the site every day until the workers left, and the foreman was always the last to leave. The foreman was experienced; he understood women and saw through her thoughts. One day after work, he embraced Shen Qiong. Shen Qiong immediately surrendered, letting him carry her onto a whole, flat piece of plywood, letting him ravage her for over an hour. She actually reached orgasm. It was a new neighborhood, unoccupied, so even though the windows were open, she shouted loudly, enjoying her first real sexual climax. Half of the plywood was stained by her vaginal fluid; she didn't know how the workers cleaned it the next day.

After that, they made love every day after the workers left, and she always reached orgasm. Until the project was finished. When settling wages, the foreman was incredibly shrewd, not shortchanging her by a single penny. He never contacted Shen Qiong again, though Shen Qiong often thought of him and reminisced about their lovemaking. But Shen Qiong never asked his name.

This was Shen Qiong's only affair, but from then on, she wanted to have another, only with migrant workers.

Following Shen Qiong's requirements, Qu Beibei introduced her to Peng Xiaosheng. Tall, strong, and with a rough manner, Peng Xiaosheng fit the bill perfectly.

Shen Qiong was very satisfied with Peng Xiaosheng. He didn't understand foreplay; he just went for it, stripping Shen Qiong naked and thrusting in, relentlessly, without regard for consequences, finishing the act. This was the first time Shen Qiong didn't climax; in fact, she didn't have time, because Peng Xiaosheng didn't care about her feelings, only his own pleasure. Even if he had waited just a little while before finishing the act, Shen Qiong would have climaxed. But she was still satisfied, because apart from the faster payment, she was satisfied with everything else, feeling it perfectly matched her expectations. She believed that next time, as long as she communicated with the other party, they would definitely cooperate well.

The second time was indeed perfect. They were already familiar with each other, and after Peng Xiaosheng rudely entered her, Shen Qiong told him to slow down. This rude man was obedient; although he wanted to finish quickly, he restrained himself and chatted with this city woman for a while. In fact, after more than a month of work by the contractor, Shen Qiong's climax came quickly, and the two reached the peak of pleasure simultaneously. As Peng Xiaosheng held Shen Qiong tightly, he felt the strength of her response, and his thick little brother was held tightly by the woman, contracting and relaxing, which amused him immensely. He had felt this way with Qu Beibei, but he hadn't savored it carefully. Now he understood that there were so many wonderful things about making love with a woman.

Shen Qiong thought contentedly, how wonderful it would be if her poor father had a city woman to do this for him; it would be a compensation for her mother's shortcomings towards him. She no longer knew where her father was now.

Chapter 130 A Win-Win Situation

While Shen Qiong and Peng Xiaosheng were making love, Qu Beibei was writing her thesis in the living room. She had no choice; she'd been too busy lately and had to finish. Listening to her best friend's screams of climax inside, she felt a surge of desire. She put her hand under her skirt, rummaging in the damp swamp, ignoring the fluids dripping onto her skirt. She imagined the feeling of this rough man inside her, rummaging until there was no more sound, then sighed softly. She couldn't write her thesis today.

Where would she go tonight? The bedroom undoubtedly belonged to Shen Qiong and Peng Xiaosheng tonight.

She called Zhigang: "Zhigang, are you home?"

"Yes."

"Alone?"

"Yes."

"I'm coming over now."

She hung up before Zhigang could answer. She took off her damp underwear and threw it into the bathroom basin, leaving only her skirt. She immediately set off, otherwise that slut in the bedroom behind her would scream again.

Zhigang was only wearing shorts, sitting on the sofa watching TV. Beibei stood in front of him, blocking the TV, lifted her skirt, and placed one right foot on the sofa. The swamp, trampled and messy like a scene from a long march, was now wet and exposed. Zhigang stuck out his tongue, and it went right in. Juice immediately gushed out, filling Zhigang's mouth. He gently circled the still-visible edge of the swamp with his tongue, licking it dry, then made the edge tremble as if it were alive, squeezing out even more juice. Zhigang knew this woman had reached her limit, so he stood up, pulled down his shorts, pounced on Beibei on the sofa, and thrust his erect penis deep into her.

Zhigang's tenderness haunted Beibei, while his vigor made her completely open up. She let out a long cry, gradually arching her back, lifting Zhigang up, forming a bow, then freezing, then collapsing, panting heavily, feeling utterly blissful.

Zhigang asked, "You reached your climax as soon as you came in. Where did you get stimulated?"

"Where else could it be? Right in my own room. That slut Shen Qiong was making a huge scene in there, I couldn't even write my articles outside."

"Then you should let her have it, change rooms."

"I do need to change rooms. When I agreed to let her use the room, I said I'd only charge her rent if she was satisfied. It's no wonder she's not satisfied today."

"Don't rent from Dazhi, it's too expensive. Just rent from my migrant workers' shelter."

"Of course. You should give it to me for free."

"No problem. I'll talk to Jing'er, I'll give you a room for free. You've contributed a lot to our company, it's only right."

"And find me a man for free too."

"You still want me to find you a man? Rich women are begging you."

"What do you think of my handling of this?"

"Good. Both sides have needs, a win-win situation."

"I'm going to take a shower. Want to come with me?"

"Okay."

Zhigang looked at his lower body, his little guy was covered in mud from the swamp, he needed to wash it off.

After showering, they lay naked in each other's arms on the bed. Beibei said, "Zhigang, today I'll let you enjoy the art of tongue."

"Okay. Come on."

Beibei first used her tongue to find her way through the overgrown area below, exploring the outer perimeter, then lightly licking the lower part, gradually narrowing the circle until she reached the base of the erect penis. After licking around it, she grasped the lower part of the penis with her small hands, repeatedly licking and kissing the mushroom-shaped part with alternating deep and shallow kisses. Then, without hesitation, she took it into her mouth. She used the tip of her tongue to tickle the lower part, while the rest of her tongue moved from side to side along the back of the penis, then sucked on the entire shaft like eating an ice pop.

Zhigang was gradually becoming excited. Beibei's tongue could sensitively detect that she had stuffed the entire penis into her mouth, all the way to her throat...

She heard the door lock click, someone opened the door.

Before she could react, Jing'er opened the door and walked in, immediately seeing Beibei bent over with that big radish in her mouth.

Chapter 131 Two Girls' Affection

Jing'er got really angry and turned to leave.

Beibei quickly ran over and blocked the door, preventing Jing'er from leaving.

"Jing'er, I'm sorry. I didn't know you were coming,"

Beibei explained.

Jing'er remained silent, pouting. Zhigang quickly threw on a towel and came over, pulling Jing'er inside. Jing'er tried to push Beibei away. Beibei picked Jing'er up and carried her inside. She was taller and stronger than Jing'er, and she put Jing'er on the sofa, then, without saying a word, undressed her.

Seeing Beibei undressing Jing'er, Zhigang asked, "Beibei, what are you doing?"

Beibei said, "I can't let her leave, or you'll regret it for the rest of your life."

Zhigang was still dazed, thinking that Beibei might have a point, so he threw off the towel, picked up Jing'er, and kissed her.

After dinner, Jing'er suddenly felt a strong physical need and missed Zhigang terribly, so she called him, but he didn't answer. At that moment, Zhigang was kissing Beibei's pubic area and didn't hear her call. Jing'er knew Zhigang was home today, assuming he was probably showering and wouldn't hear his phone ring, so she came straight over. Walking down the street, her tight jeans rubbed against her labia, fueling her desire and making her desperately want Zhigang to quench it. Unexpectedly, upon entering, she found Zhigang having Beibei suck his penis. How could she not be angry?

Actually, Jing'er knew Zhigang had many women, but she had never mentioned it or tried to stop him. She understood Zhigang, knew he was sincere towards her, and was very satisfied with their sex life. She thought, Zhigang's virility was so strong, it was unrealistic for her to satisfy him every day, so let him satisfy himself outside. Making the person she loved happy made her happy too. Besides, in her hometown, a woman's duty was to satisfy her man; if he couldn't, she would find other women to satisfy him.

But she had never seen Zhigang sleep with another woman before, and today, suddenly witnessing it, she was completely unprepared and couldn't accept it. When Zhigang picked her up and kissed her, she immediately went limp and eagerly returned the kiss. She forgot that Beibei was still there; only lust burned within her, yearning for Zhigang to enter

her quickly. Zhigang was being sucked at the crucial moment by Beibei when Jing'er's entry interrupted him. This rekindled his passion, making it even more intense, and he quickly entered Jing'er. Both reached a state of ecstasy.

Although Beibei was forgotten on the sidelines, she was happy. She feared that if Jing'er ran away, she would break off all ties with Zhigang. She didn't want to be the bad guy, and she knew how much Zhigang loved Jing'er. Seeing Jing'er accept Zhigang's entry, she felt relieved. As a reporter, such an opportunity to observe lovemaking up close was rare. She savored the experience, forgetting herself.

Jing'er came burning with passion, quickly reaching orgasm, while Zhigang had already ejaculated inside Beibei once, making this one particularly long. When Jing'er calmed down, Zhigang was still erect inside her. Jing'er panicked a little, knowing Zhigang wasn't satisfied, but she had already closed her vulva tightly. Zhigang knew her vulva was still very tender, and that any exertion would cause him pain, so he dared not move and slowly withdrew, afraid of hurting Jing'er during the process.

Seeing that Zhigang's erection was still high, and with the naked Beibei standing beside him, Jing'er quickly pushed Beibei over, urging her to continue what they had been doing. This time, Beibei didn't use her mouth; she let the erection enter her directly. Zhigang could no longer restrain himself and relentlessly attacked Beibei, watching her white flesh being kneaded into dough until he ejaculated uncontrollably, his flow like a river.

Jing'er sat to the side, watching Zhigang ejaculate so freely on another woman, and tears streamed down her face again. Zhigang stood up, hugged her, and kissed away her tears, saying, "Jing'er, I'm sorry. I will only marry you in this life."

Beibei also came over and hugged Jing'er, saying, "Jing'er, I won't fight you for Zhigang, don't worry. Zhigang won't want me either. Only a beautiful and kind girl like you deserves him."

Strangely, Jing'er felt that Beibei and Zhigang were one, and she was one with Zhigang as well, so she became close to Beibei as well. She hugged Beibei back, sucked on her nipple, and said, "I'm going to take advantage of you. Who told you to steal my man?"

This made Beibei giggle incessantly.

After getting dressed, Beibei said to Jing'er, "Let's talk."

"What about?"

"Let's talk about our views on sex. I ask you, aren't flowers beautiful?"

"Yes."

"Do you know what part of a plant a flower is?"

"What part? It's just a flower."

"What function do flowers serve?"

"Reproduction. Pollen spreads, fertilization occurs, and after the seeds fall to the ground, small flowers grow."

"That's right. Flowers are the reproductive organs of plants."

"Now that you mention it, it seems so."

"Of course it is. If plant reproductive organs are so beautiful, why aren't human reproductive organs beautiful? They are like beautiful flowers blooming on the human body. I've always thought that the phallic worship of some ancient tribes had its reasons. Sex is beautiful, and sexual intercourse is beautiful. Why should we be embarrassed about doing beautiful things?"

Zhigang thought, "No wonder she's a master's student; she makes sex sound so beautiful and even comes up with a whole set of theories. "

Chapter 132 Strange Demands

Once a breach is made in a flood control dike, the floodwaters will break through the dike and become unstoppable. Once Jing'er's psychological defenses are breached, they can no longer be protected. After that, when she made love to Zhigang, she would often jokingly ask him if he wanted to call Beibei over to join them. Sometimes, if Beibei happened to be there, the three of them would actually have sex. Fortunately, Zhigang had the skills he developed from growing up in the countryside, climbing mountains and crossing rivers, farming and carrying water, so he could handle two women.

But Beibei wasn't satisfied. She only cooperated to please Zhigang and Jing'er. Every time she left Zhigang's place, she would bring Peng Xiaosheng or Zhou Xinfeng to make up for it.

Shen Qiong's migrant worker lover was a secret; she couldn't let anyone know. If her husband found out, he would divorce her. She didn't want a divorce. So she could only come to see Peng Xiaosheng once a week at most, and she didn't need to rent a place; she only used Qu Beibei's house.

After Dapeng took over this business, he found that these rich women were not easy to please. Each of them had their own unique requirements, which were often strange. For example, Gu Jingjing liked to be raped, and she didn't care how long each person lasted, as long as they took turns. Every week when she came, she would need at least three men to take turns having sex with her once or twice a day until she reached orgasm. At one point, she called six migrant workers, causing her to have three orgasms. She was so happy afterward that she wanted to pay them, but the workers refused. Da Peng had made it clear to them beforehand that he would never accept money. Another example was a mistress in her twenties named Yingying, a masochist who demanded that the migrant workers tie her up and whip her until she was covered in bruises before having sex with her.

Seeing so many beautiful and wealthy women, Da Peng himself began to have designs on them. He was particularly fond of a woman named Wang Yanli, who was clearly the boss's wife. She was extremely beautiful, standing out even among the group of beauties. Not only was she beautiful, but she was also aloof and cold. With Da Peng's years of experience in the sex industry, he could immediately tell that this woman was incredibly strong and had a wild style. Da Peng then arranged for himself to serve her.

Seeing Dapeng enter the room, Wang Yanli gave him a cold look and said, "Go take a shower."

Dapeng finished showering and came out wrapped in a towel. Wang Yanli still said coldly, "Take off the towel."

Dapeng took off the towel, naked, facing Wang Yanli's cold and beautiful gaze, feeling his little brother shrink into a ball in fear.

Wang Yanli also took off her clothes. Her beautiful naked body made Dapeng's eyes glaze over and his throat go dry. A pair of large white breasts swayed in front of Zhigang, and with a "click," she produced a pair of handcuffs from somewhere and cuffed Dapeng's left hand, and with another "click," she cuffed the other hand to the back of the chair.

"Sit down."

Wang Yanli told Dapeng to sit on a chair, her left hand behind her back. She held her breasts to Dapeng's mouth, urging him to suckle. As Dapeng sucked, the breasts swelled and hardened, her pupils dilated, her eyes gleaming, and she caressed her body, lost in ecstasy. Then, she jumped onto the chair, spreading her pubic hair in front of Dapeng, letting his tongue explore inside. Suddenly, she trembled violently, jumped off the chair, and sat on top of Dapeng. Dapeng was bewildered and not yet aroused. Her hand grasped Dapeng's penis, which was still limp. She leaned down and sucked on it. Her oral skills were excellent, and Dapeng aroused in pleasure. She sat on top of him again, letting him penetrate her.

Wang Yanli's climax was completed amidst Dapeng's pain. Dapeng was helpless against her frantic movements, because his left hand was handcuffed to the back of the chair, pulled taut but unable to leave, causing him great pain. After Wang Yanli finished, she unlocked the handcuffs, and Da Peng discovered that his wrists were chafed raw.

The next time, Da Peng arranged for someone else to go to Wang Yanli's room, but to his surprise, Wang Yanli was very satisfied with him and wanted him, not anyone else. He had no choice but to go. This time, she changed her tactics again, tying Da Peng up with rope, then using her mouth to arouse him, sitting on him and bringing him to orgasm.

After several times, Wang Yanli and Da Peng began to communicate. It turned out that she was only perverted during sex; otherwise, she was very easy to talk to and a nice person. Da Peng then learned that her husband was a prosecutor who had resigned and gone into business.

(02-12

Chapter 133: Negative News Emerges)

Just as Gui Ling arrived at work that morning, she brought a newspaper to Zhi Gang's office.

"Zhigang, there's a negative news story in the newspaper."

Zhigang took the newspaper; it was the same metropolitan newspaper that had published a full-page interview with the neighboring village association. On page 4, in the bottom right corner, a bold headline stood out: "Where is the Women's Salon Heading?" To the left of the headline was a subheading: "Distributing pornographic content under the guise of seminars is not allowed." The article occupied an eighth of the page, its content was not detailed, and its viewpoints were far-fetched. It seemed the author didn't understand women's salons and had no novel insights. But its negative impact shouldn't be underestimated, and it might just be a test balloon; a bigger storm was likely to follow.

"Someone's targeting the neighboring village association,"

Zhigang said.

"Who could it be? We don't have many competitors, and we haven't offended anyone."

"Sometimes you never expect who you'll offend."

"Zhigang, what should we do?"

Guiling looked at Zhigang's expression. No matter how capable a woman is, in crucial moments she still has a dependence on men.

“Contact Shen Qiong immediately; she works for this newspaper. Ask her to find out the source of this article and the author's background. Then contact Qiang Hui and Yu Qin; they should have already seen the newspaper. Ask them to use their connections to find out if there's any background information or policy changes involved.”

Gui Ling left. Zhi Gang became increasingly uneasy. This article was a dangerous signal; he had to act immediately, or it would be too late. He called Sister Wu: “Sister Wu, I'd like to meet you. Are you free?”

“I'm going swimming with a good friend, and I was just wondering whether to invite you. Come over right away.”

“Where are you swimming?”

“At the community swimming pool.”

Zhi Gang drove directly to the swimming pool in Wu Fan's villa community. Sister Wu and a beautiful middle-aged woman were waiting at the entrance.

“Let me introduce you,”

Sister Wu said, “This is my good friend Zhang Linli. You can call her Sister Zhang. This is Feng Zhigang, the general manager of the neighboring village company, whom I've told you about.” Zhi

Gang grasped Sister Zhang's four fingers: “Hello, Sister Zhang.”

“Hello.”

Sister Zhang smiled slightly at him. Zhang Jie appeared to be in her forties, possessing the air of a leader or a scholar, her demeanor composed and her movements efficient. She wore loose casual wear, her full breasts billowing like tents, pushing her top forward before falling naturally like curtains. One could imagine the undulating curves behind those peaks, followed by a flat expanse. The high neckline concealed her breasts, yet their size and sensuality were unmistakable.

They entered the men's and women's sections separately. Zhigang changed into his swimming trunks and entered the pool; they were already there. Zhang Jie wore a sky-blue swimsuit, her breasts still covered. Her breasts were slightly smaller than Wu Jie's, yet rounded and firm. Her waist was slimmer, her hips slightly wider, her proportions astonishing.

The two women went straight to the deep end. Their swimming skills were excellent, their movements precise, switching strokes effortlessly, swimming lightly and quickly. Zhigang's swimming skills were also good, though his form wasn't perfect. He had played in the reservoir outside the village since childhood, swimming naturally without instruction. His breaststroke technique was clearly evolved from the doggy paddle; his freestyle legs didn't kick up and down, but rather with a breaststroke-like leg kick.

Sister Zhang swam one lap in one stroke, then switched to another. The pool was 50 meters long, a lap being 100 meters; she swam butterfly, freestyle, breaststroke, and backstroke, totaling 400 meters. Back at the poolside, although panting heavily, her high chest heaving, her face was rosy and she looked energetic, showing no signs of fatigue.

Sister Wu said, "Look how good Sister Zhang is at swimming! She was an athlete when she was young, a swimming champion."

"Really? What does Sister Zhang do now?"

Sister Wu looked at Zhigang and said, "You'll find out later."

They rode in Zhigang's car back to Sister Wu's house. Sister Zhang went into the bathroom to shower again.

When Sister Zhang came out of the bathroom, Sister Wu said, "I'll shower too. The water in the swimming pool might not be clean."

Sister Zhang wore Sister Wu's loose nightgown; her breasts, though not visible, still stood out prominently, even more alluring than if they were exposed. Zhigang thought that it seemed Sister Zhang didn't like wearing revealing clothes, which might be related to her position.

Sister Zhang, noticing Zhigang staring intently at her chest, didn't seem to mind. She sat down on the sofa, smiled warmly at Zhigang, and said, "Zhigang. Can I call you that from now on?"

Zhigang quickly replied, "Of course. Sister Wu will call me that too."

"Zhigang, is the company doing well?"

"Not bad."

"If you encounter any difficulties, just tell Sister Wu to contact me. You can also contact me directly; ask Sister Wu for my phone number later."

"You can help me? That's wonderful. I'll definitely need your help in the future."

They chatted for a while, and Sister Zhang asked Zhigang many questions. Talking to her was comfortable and relaxing, and Zhigang answered every question. Later, he realized that Sister Zhang seemed to be asking too many questions; if she changed her tone, it could be said that she was interrogating him.

Chapter 134 The Mysterious Sister Zhang Sister

Wu came out and said, "Zhigang, go take a shower."

After Zhigang finished showering, the hourly worker hired by Sister Wu had already set the dishes on the table. They sat down at the table. Sister Wu opened a bottle of XO, poured for everyone, and raised her glass, saying, "Come on, let's have a drink."

"Cheers!"

Sister Zhang, Zhigang, and Sister Wu clinked glasses and drank it all in one gulp. Zhigang also finished his.

Sister Wu asked Zhigang, "So, what did you want to see me about?"

Zhigang told her about the negative news published in the newspaper. Sister Wu looked at Sister Zhang and asked, "Linli, is there any policy shift?"

Sister Zhang said, "No. Don't worry, this should be an isolated case; there's no background to it. Zhigang, you should observe the situation first. I'll try to find out some information for you. If the situation shows signs of escalating, then come find me."

Zhigang stood up and said, "Thank you, Sister Zhang. I'll toast you."

Sister Zhang stood up, clinked glasses with him, and said, "No need to be polite. Sister Wu has praised you to me many times. Since Sister Wu invited you here today, we're friends now. Cheers!"

Sister Wu said, "I can't be wrong about the people I admire. Zhigang is capable, and most importantly, he has good character, is steady, and has a clear mind. He's the kind of person who can only get things done, not cause trouble. Come on, let's have another full glass, the three of us."

Sister Zhang had a good capacity for alcohol and drank heartily. Soon, a bottle of wine was finished, and Sister Wu wanted to open another one, but Sister Zhang stopped her: "Don't drink anymore, this is just right. Let's rest for a while at noon."

Sister Wu said, "I know you have a habit of resting at noon. Zhigang, help Sister Zhang upstairs to rest."

Sister Wu gave Zhigang a wink, and Zhigang understood, so he helped Sister Zhang up. Sister Zhang hadn't drunk much, and stood up, letting Zhigang help her upstairs.

Zhigang thought, Sister Zhang must be a high-ranking official, or perhaps the wife of a leading cadre, sexually frustrated, concerned about her image, and wanting to keep it a secret. Sister Wu asked me to keep her company, so I'll keep her company and satisfy her.

He placed Zhang Jie on the bed and kissed her without hesitation. Zhang Jie shook her head slightly to avoid his mouth, weakly pushed him away with her hands, and then stopped resisting, letting him suck on her lips and let his tongue enter her mouth. Then, she actively responded to his kisses.

Zhigang guessed that Zhang Jie had never had a lover before, so he made sure to do plenty of foreplay to give her time to adjust. He first kissed Zhang Jie's neck, the exposed area at the neckline, then moved down to kiss her nipples through her nightgown. Feeling a change, he quietly lifted the nightgown and covered Zhang Jie's head, letting her experience physical pleasure in the darkness with her eyes closed. He started from the base of her breasts, kissing in circles, gradually moving towards the center, until once again he was licking her two red cherries without any obstruction. He sucked on them like a breastfeeding mother, feeling the cherries in his mouth harden. With her face covered, Zhang Jie's hands touched Zhigang's face. Zhigang felt the tenderness in her hands and knew what she wanted.

Zhigang kissed her abdomen, where the flat, taut skin was smooth and moist, wriggling rhythmically under his tongue. Finally, he reached the top of the clam shell, gently, gently touching the small bud, like a tender leaf on a spring branch. The woman's body began to writhe. The clam shell slowly opened a crack, and blood seeped out in gushes, continuously. Zhigang's tongue traced down the outer edge of the clam's opening, and it suddenly opened wide, his tongue plunging in.

The woman began to moan uncontrollably, her groans growing louder, the pauses becoming continuous, rhythmic: "Mmm—mmm—mmm, mmm—mmm—"

The moment was right, and Zhigang thrust in, penetrating her. He felt the woman envelop him completely, like a greedy jellyfish.

Zhigang admired the beauty beneath him. The woman had already lifted her nightgown; her beautiful face seemed to show pain, but she was actually enjoying extreme pleasure. Zhigang was certain she had never experienced this kind of pleasure before. The sounds emanating from her mouth seemed to be pounding against the dam of her lips, trying to open her mouth wider. Finally, she broke through the barrier, completely letting go of her body and mind, opening her throat and singing loudly: "Ah—"

Chapter 135 Who is the Opponent?

A few days later, when Zhigang went to work, Guiling brought in another newspaper. This time it was a morning paper with the headline: "Beware of Illegal Activities Under the Guise of Gatherings." The content was similar to the last one, with nothing new.

Zhigang thought, Sister Zhang said that if there were no policy changes, there was nothing to fear. It was probably the work of a business rival. Who could it be? He began to sort out the possible targets, but couldn't find a clue.

The number of people attending the salon had begun to decrease, especially the women's salon. The most recent one only had 30 people attending. Those who did attend were also exchanging rumors from outside, saying that the women's salon was a place that encouraged obscenity and theft, so many men didn't let their women come.

Qu Beibei and Shen Qiong arrived.

"Zhigang, quickly boil some water, we want to drink Kung Fu tea."

Qu Beibei was no longer an outsider to Zhigang.

The four sat around the old tree stump tea tray, and Zhigang busied himself boiling water and brewing tea.

"Zhigang, I have something to tell you, I don't know if it will be of any use,"

Shen Qiong said.

“Go on.”

“There’s a new guild hall that opened yesterday, less than 5 kilometers from here. It’s in the newspaper.”

“Oh? Do you know who the owner is?”

“His name is Zhou Zhimin, he’s also from Anhui.”

“Him? I know him. Qiang Hui organized the Anhui Chamber of Commerce and even made him the vice president.”

Gui Ling said, “He runs his guild hall. Shanghai is so big, how could we pose a threat to him?”

Qu Beibei said, “You’re all in the Anhui Chamber of Commerce circle. The main customers of your guild hall are members and entrepreneurs. For the neighboring village guild hall, losing customers from this circle won’t have a big impact, because your activities and ideas are excellent, your reputation is established, and your customer base is wide-ranging, not limited to the Anhui merchants’ circle. But for Zhou Zhimin, he doesn’t have the ability to make his guild hall known to a wider audience. His target customers are the Anhui merchants, so he has to find a way to prevent them from coming to the neighboring village guild hall. Then they will have no choice but to go to his guild hall.”

Gui Ling said, “That’s too ruthless. It’s one thing to prevent Anhui people from coming to the neighboring village guild hall, but to do this is to prevent everyone from coming.”

“He couldn’t separate the Anhui people from your customer base, so he had to do this. To drive away your Anhui merchant customers, he’s going to drive away all your customers too,”

Shen Qiong said. “Everyone says we Anhui people are the least united, and I don’t believe it. But you guys are so pathetic, really only good at undermining and poaching. If I weren’t from Anhui, I would also look down on you so-called new Anhui merchants.”

Bei Bei said, “You’re not from Anhui, you’re from Shanghai.”

“Who said that? I’ll fight anyone who says I’m from Shanghai,”

Zhi Gang said. “Actually, he didn’t have to do this. We could totally unite, or he could call it the Neighboring Village Guild Hall, and he could share our customers.”

Zhi Gang’s words reminded Gui Ling: “Yes, we can take over his guild hall and then create a Neighboring Village Guild Hall.”

Zhi Gang said, “Don’t say that, we don’t have that kind of strength right now. He might still be thinking about taking us over. But these are all just speculations, don’t say anything before it’s confirmed.”

“But we need to take countermeasures,”

Gui Ling said.

"Measures are definitely necessary. But I don't have a good idea yet. Tonight, I'll treat everyone to drinks and a good chat, see if any inspiration comes to mind."

Qiang Hui's Anhui Chamber of Commerce preparatory organization had Zhou Zhimin's information, and Zhigang asked Qiang Hui to send it over. Zhou Zhimin graduated from junior high school and has been in Shanghai for over ten years. He's worked as a construction worker, foreman, and contractor, and now runs a steel trade. He has considerable wealth, estimated to be around 100 million yuan. The site of his clubhouse was originally a steel storage yard. Later, his steel business moved to a large steel market in Baoshan District, and this land was used to build some factory buildings for rent, along with a clubhouse called Donglin Clubhouse. Zhigang laughed at the name; it was clearly a poor imitation. No wonder someone with such a lack of creativity would resort to such a lose-lose competitive tactic.

That evening, Qiang Hui, Yuqin, and Wu Min also came for drinks. Seeing the intimacy between Yuqin and Wu Min, Zhigang thought, "Yuqin is really in love, congratulations!"

Chapter 136 Zhou Zhimin

: Qiang Hui knew some things about Zhou Zhimin and said, "This man likes to socialize and has certain social connections, as can be seen from his ability to get newspapers to publish articles favorable to him. I don't think he poses a fatal threat to the Lin Village Guild Hall because he doesn't have the ability to do so, but I'm afraid he might resort to a lose-lose, shameless tactic: 'If I can't do it well, you shouldn't expect to do it well either.'"

Zhi Gang asked, "Is there any possibility of communicating with him directly?"

“That’s a possibility, but now’s not the time. We’ll communicate with him after he’s been humiliated.”

“But by then, both sides will have suffered losses. The neighboring village guild hall won’t be fatal, but it will be weakened.”

“Yes, but that’s the only way. Some people won’t learn their lesson until they see the coffin; they’ll be arrogant until they suffer some losses, and there’s no way to communicate with them. Even if we manage to communicate with them, they’ll raise their demands.”

“In that case, we have no choice but to take a tit-for-tat approach.”

“Right. But don’t push a cornered enemy too far. At that point, we can cooperate and put up the sign for the neighboring village guild hall, numbered 002.”

Zhigang glanced at Guiling and said, “You and Guiling are on the same page. You’re that confident?”

“We’ll see.”

Less than ten miles away, in the neighboring guild hall to the east, Zhou Zhimin was also drinking with Li Shixun, the deputy editor-in-chief of a newspaper, reporter Zhu Li, a government official, a bank vice president, and several entrepreneurs.

Zhou Zhimin had a tenacious spirit; he wouldn’t give up until he achieved his goal. When he first arrived in Shanghai, he faced discrimination everywhere because he couldn't speak Shanghainese, making it difficult to find work. So he resolved to learn Shanghainese. Every morning, he would stroll in the park, carefully listening to the elderly people practicing in Shanghainese, and then practice diligently behind closed doors when he returned home. In less than a month, Zhou Zhimin could speak fluent Shanghainese, so fluent that even native Shanghainese couldn't tell the difference.

Once, he was pulled over by the police for speeding on his motorcycle. Another person was also pulled over, and he immediately spoke in Shanghainese: "What's going on?"

Upon hearing that he was from Shanghai, the police waved him off, telling him to leave and asking the other person to produce their driver's license. He laughed inwardly, stepped on the gas, and sped away.

It was with this tenacity and determination that Zhou Zhimin rose from a lowly bricklayer to a foreman, then a for-worker, and finally a contractor and boss. While working on construction projects, he met Cai Mingying, a steel supplier and a businesswoman from Fujian. Cai Mingying, in her thirties, had been divorced for three years and was incredibly charming; she and Zhou Zhimin quickly became lovers. Zhou Zhimin gave his wife, whom he had brought from the countryside, a sum of money to divorce her and married Cai Mingying. The two then went into the steel business together.

It was Cai Mingying's idea to open a guild hall. Many Fujianese people were in the steel business in Shanghai, and many also ran guild halls. Of course, most of these guild halls weren't open to the public and weren't for profit, but Cai Mingying knew that most of them were profitable. Therefore, when the land where the goods were stored became vacant, she wanted to open a guild hall. First, it would elevate her status and give her prestige, since not many owners owned their own guild halls; second, it would be a business opportunity. Many guild halls were poorly managed, a burden for their owners. If she could merge with some guild halls and transform them into her own chain, the prospects would be limitless.

Zhou Zhimin supported his wife's idea; he admired her intelligence and felt she was born for business. Even while the guild hall was still under renovation, he discussed with his wife that the biggest obstacle to expanding the Donglin Guild Hall into a city-wide chain was the guild halls in neighboring villages. Originally, a neighboring village guild hall wasn't anything special; the problem was its highly creative operators, full of ingenious ideas, who would likely soon expand into a chain. It had to be nipped in the bud for the Donglin Guild Hall to have a future. The key was to make the operators of the neighboring village guild hall lose it, leave this field, and go elsewhere to showcase their creative talents.

The first step was to use the media to ruin the reputation of the neighboring village guild hall, making it impossible for it to operate, and then negotiate an acquisition.

The people having dinner today were all important pieces in Zhou Zhiming's grand scheme. The business owners were partners, preparing to jointly invest in the Donglin chain guild hall; the deputy editor-in-chief of the newspaper's role was self-evident—to use media to maneuver against competitors; and the bank would provide strong financial support for the rapid expansion of the Donglin Guild Hall.

Zhou Zhimin had already drunk too much and was still urging Li Shixun to drink. Although Li Shixun was from Shanghai, he could drink a lot. It was strange, though; while not many Shanghainese drank baijiu (a type of Chinese liquor), those who did were very heavy drinkers. At this moment, Li Shixun was also quite drunk. Of the people at the table, only Zhu Li remained somewhat conscious.

Chapter 137: Singing the Same Song .

Zhu Li was the mastermind behind the two articles recently published, written, of course, at Li Shixun's behest, and arranged for their publication by him.

Three years ago, shortly after joining the newspaper, Zhu Li became Li Shixun's mistress. Li Shixun was her direct superior, experienced, young, and promising, highly regarded by the editor-in-chief, undoubtedly with a bright future. Zhu Li admired Li Shixun and fell in love with him, so when he showed her even the slightest interest, she threw herself at him. Li Shixun's wife, Shen Qiong, was also a reporter at the same newspaper, but in a different department than Zhu Li. Zhu Li hoped Li Shixun would divorce his wife, but there was no indication of this from his relationship with Shen Qiong, and Li Shixun had never made any promises to Zhu Li.

Seeing that everyone at the table had drunk quite a bit, Zhu Li wanted to help Li Shixun back, but Zhou Zhimin stopped her: "Don't go, we still want to go sing karaoke." "You're all drunk

like this, what's the point of singing?" "That's precisely why we need to sing to sober up. " "Where are we going to sing? Can't you sing here?" "That's different. KTVs have girls, we don't have any here." They went to the nearby Dream Tide KTV owned by Dazhi and booked a large private room. Zhou Zhimin waved his hand: "Quick, call some girls." A dozen or so girls came in and stood in a row. Zhou Zhimin picked one for each of them, including Li Shixun. Zhu Li said, "Mr. Li, you don't need any girls." Zhou Zhimin wouldn't agree: "No, not a single one can be missing. If you don't want to, you can leave first." Zhigang and the others also came to sing karaoke, in the next room. Shen Qiong recognized a familiar voice singing in the next room; it sounded like her husband. She went out to call a waiter to bring in some hot water. The moment the door opened, she saw him clearly. Sure enough, it was her husband, Li Shixun, standing in the middle, his left arm around Zhu Li and his right arm around a young woman, singing and dancing. Zhu Li was holding the microphone for him, and he was singing his favorite song, "Where the Peach Blossoms Bloom." He sang beautifully; though thin, he had a powerful, resonant voice. Shen Qiong had been captivated by his singing when they were dating. Back in the private room, Shen Qiong whispered to Zhigang, "My husband is singing next door. I guess he's with Zhou Zhimin." "Oh?" Zhigang became interested. "I'll go check it out." Zhigang pushed open the door to the next room and went in. Sure enough, Zhou Zhimin was inside. He had met Zhou Zhimin two or three times at Qiang Hui's place. Zhou Zhimin introduced Li Shixun and the vice president to Zhigang. Zhigang said to Li Shixun, "You're reporter Shen Qiong's husband, right?" At that moment, Shen Qiong and Qu Beibei also entered. Zhou Zhimin insisted that Zhigang request a song, and Zhigang said, "Okay. I'll request two songs for us to sing together. The first is 'Let Us Row Our Boats,' and the second is 'The Same Song.'" After the two songs were sung, Zhigang took the two female reporters back. Seeing Zhigang's confident and relaxed manner as he approached to exchange pleasantries, Zhou Zhimin felt a little uneasy, wondering what he was up to, and didn't sing the rest of the songs properly. At the end, as he left the private room, he asked Li Shixun, "What does Feng Zhigang mean by this?" Li Shixun said, "He's trying to be friendly with you. He wants to tell you that he's not afraid of competition, but he doesn't want a lose-lose situation with you; let's seek a win-win solution." "Really?" "That's how I interpret it. Perhaps you have a different understanding." "The business world is like a battlefield. How can we achieve a win-win situation?" When Li Shixun returned home, Shen Qiong was already there. Shen Qiong had originally said she was having a gathering with women's salon members at the neighboring village clubhouse and wouldn't be home to sleep. Li Shixun asked, "Why did you come back?" "It's all about the two associations. Did you really help Zhou Zhimin go against Feng Zhigang?" "Feng Zhigang sent you back to me, didn't he? You could have told him I wasn't helping anyone, I was just doing my job." "But you actually helped Zhou Zhimin."

"Aren't you actually helping Feng Zhigang too?"

The two immediately took sides. Shen Qiong knew there was no way to continue the conversation. Li Shixun was right, she was on Zhigang's side, that was for sure. She originally planned not to come back tonight to see her migrant worker lover, but after seeing her husband at the karaoke bar, she felt a little uneasy and thought it would be better to come back and talk to her husband about the club. If the conversation went well, she could also make love with her husband, although it wouldn't be as exciting as making love with Peng Xiaosheng, but it would still be enjoyable.

However, the conversation didn't go well, and her desire disappeared.

Chapter 138 Touring Hangzhou (1)

The May Day holiday was approaching, and Jing'er said that Chun'er wanted to go to Hangzhou to play, and asked Zhigang if he could drive them there. Zhigang readily agreed.

He had been neglecting Jing'er for a while, and he knew very well that he and Jing'er were both busy and exhausted, so it was necessary to relax during the May Day holiday.

They set off in the afternoon and arrived in Hangzhou in two hours. Zhigang asked, "Chun'er, what do you want to eat tonight?"

Chun'er and Jing'er were sitting in the back seat, bickering and teasing each other the whole way. Zhigang was focused on driving and didn't hear what they were talking about. They only quieted down now that they had arrived in Hangzhou. When Zhigang asked, Chun'er said, "Hangzhou snacks are famous, I want to eat them."

Zhigang had been to Hangzhou before and said, "Hangzhou has a food street with all kinds of snacks. I'll take you there."

Zhigang parked the car far away in the parking lot, and they walked for a while before reaching the food street. Chun'er first bought a bag of stinky tofu, picking at it with a toothpick as she walked and ate, looking around with a dazzled eye, but she couldn't decide where to eat dinner. Every place seemed good, but she was also afraid there would be something even better later.

Seeing that they were selling Wushan crispy cakes and cat's ear noodles, Chun'er asked Jing'er to buy them and keep them safe, saying they would eat them later when they had some free time. Zhigang said, "I don't think you'll have time to eat these today. There will be even better ones later."

Sure enough, a little while later, Zhigang's hands were full of snacks: chicken-shaped pastries, durian pastries, bird's nest pastries, Southern Song Dynasty Ding Sheng cake, papaya pastries, custard pear pastries, premium carrots, and walnut jelly.

Jing'er scolded Chun'er, "Little devil, how big is your belly? You can't eat all these snacks even if you don't eat dinner."

Chun'er laughed and said, "If I can't eat them, I'll take them back for my classmates."

Zhigang said, "It seems we need to make a collective decision. I suggest we walk ten more steps and eat dinner at the shop on the right. If there's no shop on the right, we'll eat at the one on the left. Raise your hand if you agree."

Zhigang and Jing'er raised their hands. Chun'er sighed, wiping the grease from her mouth with a tissue, and said, "Fine. You guys are just bullying me."

Jing'er scolded her, "Look at how tall you are, you're already in college, yet you're still acting like a child, making us laugh."

Zhigang had been working since he was 18, and everyone he interacted with, men and women alike, was older than him. He hadn't thought there was anything wrong with it until today, when he was with Chun'er, he realized he was young too. It seemed his mindset had never truly been young. It was good to be young. He thought how wonderful it would be to go to college and travel with his classmates during holidays.

It was a pity he hadn't even experienced youth; how come he only had the tail end of his youth left?

Looking at the menu, Jing'er ordered West Lake Vinegar Fish, Chun'er ordered Dongpo Pork, and when it was Zhigang's turn, he ordered Braised Bamboo Shoots in Fermented Rice Wine Sauce. Zhigang asked Chun'er, "Do you know the origins of these dishes?"

Chun'er shook her head, "No."

"Just like your family's soy sauce-flavored liquor, all famous foods have cultural heritage."

"Do they have interesting stories too?"

"Of course."

"Brother-in-law, why don't you tell us about West Lake Vinegar Fish first?" "

The origin of West Lake Vinegar Fish is said to come from the story of 'The Treasure Passed Down by Uncle and Sister-in-Law.' It tells of the Song brothers who lived by West Lake in ancient times. They made a living by fishing. A local villain wanted to take the sister-in-law's place and killed the brother. The sister-in-law persuaded her brother-in-law to flee and made sweet and sour fish for him as a farewell meal. Later, the brother-in-law achieved fame and fought against evil. At a banquet, he tasted this sweet and sour fish dish again, and the uncle and sister-in-law were finally reunited. Later generations passed down the story and imitated the method to cook vinegar fish, which became a traditional famous dish of Hangzhou."

Just then, West Lake Vinegar Fish was served. Chun'er took a bite and said wistfully, "Wow, there's such a beautiful legend. What about Dongpo Pork? Did Su Dongpo also know how to cook?"

"Yes. Su Dongpo, a great literary figure of the Song Dynasty, was not only exceptionally talented but also knowledgeable in cooking. When he was exiled to Huanggang, Hubei, he often cooked for others to enjoy. He once wrote a poem describing his experience in cooking meat: 'Huangzhou has good pork, cheap as dirt. The rich won't eat it, the poor don't know how to cook it. Slow fire, little water, and when the heat is right, it will be delicious.' Later, when Su Dongpo became the governor of Hangzhou, he mobilized tens of thousands of laborers to dredge West Lake, build dikes, irrigate fields, and benefit the people. During festivals, he would instruct his family to cook pork and Shaoxing wine sent by the people and deliver them to the laborers along with the wine. His family mistakenly thought it was wine..." The meat was cooked together with the steamed pork, resulting in a particularly fragrant, flavorful, and uniquely delicious dish. From then on, "Dongpo Pork" became a traditional famous dish of Hangzhou.

After hearing the story, before the Dongpo Pork was even served, Chun'er urged the waiter, "Why isn't the Dongpo Pork ready yet?"

The waiter, a young woman, explained, "Dongpo Pork takes a long time to cook. Although it's pre-cooked here, it needs to be heated in a steamer, so it takes a little longer. Please wait patiently for a little while longer."

Chun'er turned to Zhigang and asked, "Since we can't get the meat, tell us the story of the bamboo shoots again."

"The story of braised bamboo shoots with fermented rice wine is also related to Su Dongpo. Legend has it that there is a bamboo forest near Guangyuan Temple on Gushan Island in Hangzhou. The monks in the temple love to eat bamboo shoots, but they are not good at cooking and can only boil them. When Su Dongpo served as the governor of Hangzhou, he had some contact with the monks in the temple and taught them his 'Bamboo Shoot Eating Manual'. This dish, made by adding fragrant fermented rice wine to tender bamboo shoots and stir-frying, braising, etc., is very fragrant, flavorful, and unique. Braised bamboo shoots with fermented rice wine has been passed down through generations and has become a famous traditional vegetarian dish in Hangzhou."

Chapter 139 Touring Hangzhou (2)

After listening, Chun'er came back to her senses after a long time and said, "Only a great writer like Su Dongpo can enjoy the ultimate realm of deliciousness. It can be seen that you need culture to do anything and achieve a certain level."

"You have insight."

Zhigang gave Chun'er a thumbs up, and Chun'er blushed.

"Brother-in-law, how do you know so much?"

"From studying. Studying well is essential for doing business well; it's a tradition of us Huizhou merchants. Studying is a lifelong endeavor, or rather, it should become a habit. The knowledge you acquire in university will be outdated in three or four years after graduation, so you need to update your knowledge from the moment you graduate."

After dinner, they prepared to stay, but all the hotels they asked were full. They drove a long way and finally found a small hotel in a relatively remote area. They were told there were rooms available, but only one standard room was left.

Zhigang said, "You two will have to make do and share a bed."

Chun'er said, "I don't want to squeeze in; you and my sister can share a bed."

Jing'er blushed, twisted Chun'er's ear, and said, "You silly Chun'er, I'll twist your ear off!"

They had originally planned to visit West Lake at night after settling in, but since they were staying so far away, they had to go the next day.

Returning from Hangzhou, Zhigang felt refreshed. He hadn't felt this relaxed in years, even for just two days. He usually drank and sang, claiming it was for relaxation, but it actually made him more tense.

As soon as she returned to work after the holiday, Guiling brought over another newspaper, the same metropolitan daily. This time, it featured a commentator's article: "How Should Guild Halls Operate Healthily." Although it didn't name the guild hall in the neighboring village, it unintentionally evoked that image, as the examples it cited were things only guild halls in neighboring villages did, such as forums, salons, and writers' gatherings.

Zhigang tossed the newspaper onto the sofa and said to Guiling, "Never mind. Let's remain unchanged and see what kind of trouble they can cause."

Guiling was worried: "If we don't take action, we'll probably become increasingly passive."

"No. If we stand up, we'll fall into their trap. Think about it, if we respond in the newspapers, wouldn't that be admitting they're talking about us? Besides, if we want to retaliate, who can we retaliate against? You throw a punch but can't hit anyone; your opponent is hiding behind."

"Then what do we do? Just wait to die?"

"Don't worry, we won't wait to die; we're waiting for the right opportunity."

Guiling hadn't been sleeping well lately. The club had become popular under her care, but it could also be destroyed in her hands. She didn't rest during the holidays, coming to the office every day. Actually, there wasn't much to do; she just paced around the office, her mind blank, or wandered around the club, chatting casually with familiar customers. Now, the club's popularity was far less than before.

Zhigang saw how haggard Guiling looked and felt a pang of heartache. He pulled her to sit beside him, hugged her, and said, "Rest well, don't worry. Trust me and Qianghui will find a way."

Leaning against Zhigang's chest, Guiling felt much more at ease. She had always wanted to shoulder the burden herself, but knew she couldn't, especially with Zhigang and Qianghui by her side. Women are prone to overthinking, and now that she was out of it, she suddenly felt relieved; things weren't as bad as they seemed.

Zhigang's left hand slipped inside Guiling's collar, caressing her breasts, and he kissed her lips, asking, "How many days has it been since you've had sex with a man?"

"I don't know."

Guiling genuinely didn't know how many days it had been; ever since those kinds of articles appeared in the newspapers, she hadn't thought about men.

"How can this be? Your breasts have shrunk quite a bit. Let me fix them for you."

Guiling said with a smile, "This won't do. This is Third Sister-in-law's office, and that's Jing'er's office. Maybe one of them will come in."

"What's the big deal if they come in? We'll do it together, I'll take on two of them."

"Hmph! Dream on."

Zhigang withdrew his hand. Despite his words, he still didn't want to do it in the office, especially during office hours. Only once with Qu Beibei, and Third Sister-in-law had come in and seen them, but that time he was very passive; it was practically Qu Beibei who was doing it to him.

Zhigang was fine as long as he didn't mention sex, but the moment he did, Guiling's body reacted: "Zhigang, drive, let's go out."

Zhigang understood and went downstairs with Guiling.

Zhigang and Guiling hadn't made love for several months. He always cherished and savored his first woman like a first love. As soon as he started the car, Guiling's hand grabbed his genitals, like gripping the gear shift, making it difficult for him to drive properly.

In the moving car, Guiling stripped naked from the waist down, leaving only a shirt on her upper body for appearances. Before Zhigang had even stopped the car, Guiling began undressing him. Zhigang quickly entered her already open and welcoming cave.

Guiling now enjoyed having sex in the car with Zhigang. She had mastered the balance between the car's swaying and their movements, and at the moment the car bounced upwards, she would make Zhigang plummet downwards, the opposing forces squeezing her in the middle, making her feel as if she were being flattened and torn to pieces, which brought her pleasure. Then she screamed desperately, filling the empty fields around her with her boundless, wonderful desire…

Chapter 140

After calming down, Zhigang asked Guiling beneath him, “Are you still nervous and anxious?”

Guiling shook her head: “No.”

“Do you still think the newspaper article is a big deal?”

“It doesn’t seem that important anymore. ”

“Exactly. Making love with me is the most important thing for you.”

Guiling slapped Zhigang on the chest: “You bastard, you haven’t thought of me for so many days. I’m afraid it would take you several months to go through all your women?”

“No. I’ll definitely go through them within a week.”

“That little? I don’t believe it. But even if you go through them once a week, how many times have you gone through them before you thought of me?”

“No. I’ve been just like you these past few days, worrying about the club. Really.”

“Zhigang,”

Guiling drew a circle on Zhigang’s left chest with her right index finger and asked, “Among your women, besides Jing’er, who do you like the most?”

Zhigang thought for a moment: “I would say you first, but…”

“But what?”

Guiling stared at Zhigang with her foxy eyes, “Tell me quickly.”

"I thought about all the women I've been intimate with, and in the end, I realized you're still my favorite."

Guiling slapped Zhigang's chest again. "Liar."

"I'm not lying. Do you want me to swear?"

"I don't need you to swear. Just tell me about each of them, how you would rate them."

"Okay. But we need to switch places. Let me go down there, or I'll flatten you."

Guiling chuckled, letting Zhigang go down there, and then leaned over him. "Tell me."

"Really?"

"You don't want to tell me? I really want to know." "

I'm afraid you'll get angry if I tell you."

"How many other important women are there that I don't know about? Or is there someone you like the most that you don't want me to know? That means you were lying when you said you liked me the most."

"No, it's true."

"Then why don't you tell me?"

Guiling put on a stern face, feigning anger.

Zhigang found her adorable and couldn't help but kiss her still angry face. "Alright. I'll tell you then."

Zhigang had never compared several women together before, so getting him to say it immediately was quite difficult. His mind raced through their images as he compared them.

"Let's start with Third Sister-in-law. She's the woman who best satisfies my desires. When I first arrived in Shanghai, I was young and impetuous, and I'd just been seduced and lost my virginity by you, so I really wanted women."

At this point, Zhigang kissed Guiling, who slapped him again. "Back then, Third Sister-in-law was the only woman I could sleep with, so I had no choice but to sleep with her. She's a kind woman, and I can say I liked her; I just wanted to sleep with her. I still consider her family. I slept with her the most; for those six months, we made love almost every day. You know, a man in his teens has the strongest sex drive."

Guiling pinched Zhigang's arm hard, and he cried out in pain; his arm was already bruised.

"Hmph! Why don't you sleep with me every day? I miss you so much, yet you let Lan Hua be so happy."

"Sigh!"

Zhigang sighed, "Women are so unreasonable, it's impossible to talk to them. How I wish I could sleep with my first woman again! I often think, even just one more time would be nice. But you're back in your hometown, I wonder which man you're having fun with."

Guiling pretended to pinch Zhigang again, scaring him into shutting up.

"Say it!"

"I won't say it, you'll pinch me if I do."

"Okay, I won't pinch you anymore."

Guiling blew on the bruises on Zhigang's arm to comfort him.

"As for the two young women, Xiao Cui and Hong Yan, they were just passersby, occasional encounters, so I won't talk about them. The other one is Yuqin. You know she rarely sleeps with the same person multiple times. I was just a passerby for her, so she's also a passerby for me, but she's the most important one. She's been a great help to me, of course, it has nothing to do with sex." "

Anything else?"

“And then there’s Sister Wu. Her charm and experience in bed are unmatched. When I make love with her, it’s all about fully enjoying her. There are feelings involved, but nothing particularly deep.”

Zhigang glanced at Guiling again and said, “Let me clarify, every woman I’m willing to have sex with has something I like. If I don’t like her, I won’t have sex with her. It’s just a matter of degree or focus. Sister Wu and I both understand that being together is about enjoying sex, nothing more. She has a very small circle of three or four couples who often play wife-swapping games. They’re all university professors, writers, and other intellectuals. Sister Wu and I have participated a few times. My relationship with those women is the same as with Sister Wu—it’s all about enjoying ourselves. If we’re talking about love, they all love their husbands, but the only reason they’re willing to participate in wife-swapping with their husbands is to enjoy sexual pleasure.”

Guiling said, “Then take me to participate once.”

“See, you want other men now? But they have very strict requirements; it has to be a real couple or long-term sexual partners. I went with Sister Wu, and from now on, I can only go with Sister Wu, not with anyone else.”

“Look at you. I was just kidding. Who else?”

"That's all. Oh, there's also Qu Beibei. The first time we did it was in the office, and my third sister-in-law saw us. She practically forced me to do it. That's really all. Think about it, isn't it still you I like the most?"

There was another woman Zhigang didn't mention, Sister Zhang. He felt he couldn't say it, and besides, he'd only been with Sister Zhang once; she was probably just a passerby.

Chapter 141 Zhou Zhimin's New Trick

Gui Ling asked, "What do you like about me?"

"This is the question every woman in love asks, the stupidest question, and of course, the hardest to answer."

"Stupid or not, I want to know anyway."

"You're a woman with a touch of foxy charm in your bones, and the key is that you have just the right amount of foxy charm. Too much and it's intimidating, too little and it's ineffective. The first time I saw you, I was impulsive and wanted to sleep with you, all because of this foxy charm. No other woman has it. Not only do they not have it, they can't even fake it."

Regardless of whether the foxy charm was a compliment or an insult, Gui Ling was happy that the man she admired liked it: "After all this talk, you only have these few women? I thought you had at least dozens."

"That's not enough? You have more men than me, right?"

"Nonsense. I have more women than me."

"Tell me about it. Otherwise, it's not fair."

"I can tell you, but I don't want to now."

"Why?"

"I want you."

Gui Ling had already gotten Zhi Gang's little brother hard in her hand, and now she mounted him, letting it disappear beneath her in a flash.

At that moment, the whole world was filled with joy.

On the way back, Zhigang thought about it and found it strange. He thought he had been with dozens of women, but when he actually counted, including Hongyan and Sister Zhang, whom he only slept with once, it was only about ten. It wasn't a small number, just fewer than he had imagined. Given his situation, he could easily sleep with 100 women, but he didn't have that thought.

He thought that perhaps his standards were too high; the women he slept with were all extraordinary. Apart from Xiaocui and Hongyan, he would be lucky to sleep with any of them. This was probably the root of his psychological reason for not wanting to sleep with Xiaocui at the hair salon.

Shen Qiong was waiting for him in the office, and Lan Hua was sitting with her on the sofa chatting.

"Where did you go?"

Lan Hua asked.

Zhigang blushed. Lan Hua knew he had gone out with Guiling.

Zhigang asked Shen Qiong, "Did you need something?"

Tears streamed down Shen Qiong's face. "Li Shixun wants a divorce."

"Why?"

"On the surface, it's because he helped the Donglin Guild Hall while I helped the Lincun Guild Hall, which caused a conflict. But I suspect the real reason is that he has another woman."

"Do you know who his woman is?"

"I guess it's Zhu Li, a reporter from our newspaper."

"Another guess. It's normal to have other women these days. Why do you want a divorce?"

"Zhu Li and he have been together for a long time, and everything has been peaceful. I don't know why he wants a divorce now."

"You don't want a divorce, you still love him, right?"

"I don't want a divorce."

Looking at Shen Qiong's tear-streaked face, Zhigang felt a little amused. He sat down beside her and said, "What can I do to help you? If you really get a divorce, I'll marry you, but since you don't want a divorce, I'm powerless to help."

Shen Qiong chuckled, amused by his words, and playfully punched him, saying, "You have to keep your word. If I really get a divorce, you'll marry me."

Lan Hua said, "If you marry him, none of the women around him will agree."

"Is he that powerful? It's probably you who won't agree, isn't it?"

"I don't want a divorce. Who he marries is none of my business."

"Exactly. You don't want a divorce even with a one-armed husband, why should I?"

Zhigang said, "That's easy. I'll find a man to sleep with Zhu Li, take some photos, and send them to your husband, isn't that enough?"

Lan Hua said, "Who are you going to find? You go yourself, and I'll take the photos."

“Fine. For Reporter Shen’s lifelong happiness, I’ll sacrifice myself once. It’s worth it.”

Lan Hua slapped his thigh: “Look at you, so lecherous, you’re dreaming.”

Shen Qiong was amused and her face lit up. She took a tissue and carefully wiped away her tears, then said to Zhigang, “I have something serious to tell you. Zhou Zhimin might take direct action against the Lin Village Guild Hall.”

“What kind of measures could he take? Sabotage?”

“I don’t know what measures he’ll take, but I heard Li Shixun ask him what measures he’s going to take when he was on the phone.”

Lan Hua said, “He might call some thugs to cause trouble, maybe even smash the place.”

“If he uses such despicable methods, he’s asking for trouble.”

“Even if he’s asking for trouble, he’ll make sure you don’t live.”

Shen Qiong said, “Isn’t that just being a scoundrel?”

Zhigang looked at her and said, “If a woman really likes a man, she should act like a scoundrel towards him. This trick is guaranteed to work.”

This made Shen Qiong laugh again. She had regained her journalistic speed and retorted, "If you keep making fun of me, I'll resort to all sorts of tricks."

Chapter 142 Someone's a Prostitute

After lunch, Guiling was preparing materials for the afternoon's salon in her office. Her lovemaking with Zhigang that morning had left her feeling refreshed and mentally sharp. She hadn't been in such a good mood for at least two or three months.

Secretary Xiao Wang knocked on the door and came in: "President Zhang."

"What is it?"

"There's a member who's been drinking somewhere and arrived early, asking for a room to rest."

"Didn't you tell him that our rooms aren't open to the public?"

"I did, but he's had too much to explain."

"What level of member is he?"

"A gold card member."

"Give him a standard room, just to avoid him causing trouble."

The neighboring village club only has four rooms: two suites and two standard rooms, used only for its own receptions. Unless there are special circumstances, it's generally not open to the public.

Today's salon theme was health and wellness, and Dr. Wang Xinchun, an attending physician from the First People's Hospital of the city, was invited to host it. A dozen or so entrepreneurs, roughly equal in number of men and women, sat scattered in the largest reception room, each asking Dr. Wang questions. They were usually busy with work and didn't pay much attention to their health, rarely going to the hospital, but each of them had some discomfort or suspected abnormalities, which they all brought up with the doctor. Dr. Wang, with the patience characteristic of a doctor, answered them one by one.

Halfway through the salon, several police officers stood at the door. Gui Ling quickly went out to greet them, asking, "What can I do for you?"

"Are you the person in charge of this club?"

one of the police officers asked.

"Yes."

"Someone reported that there is prostitution here, and we're here to investigate."

"Impossible. This is a high-end club. Look, the salon's theme is health and wellness; how could there be prostitution?"

The police officer showed Gui Ling a piece of paper—a search warrant. The police officer said, "We need to search your guest rooms."

"Guest rooms?"

The guest rooms were usually empty at this time, but Gui Ling remembered that there was a guest today.

"Come on, take us upstairs to see,"

Guiling said, reluctantly leading them upstairs. As soon as she unlocked the door, the policeman pushed it open. On the bed lay a naked man and woman. The man was a large, obese man, rhythmically moving on top of them, his white, fleshy body jiggling violently like waves. Upon seeing someone enter, he froze, frozen in his previous position. A policeman threw a sheet at them: "Put your clothes on."

They hid under the sheet, shivering as they put on their clothes and got out of bed. The policeman asked the obese man, "What do you do?" The

obese man calmed down and said, "I'm a VIP member of this club."

"What were you doing in the room?"

"I..."

The policeman then asked the woman, "And you, what do you do?"

"Nothing. We're dating."

"Dating? Tell me, what's his name?"

the policeman said, pointing at the obese man.

The woman couldn't answer. The policeman's voice grew stern: "Speak! What are you doing?"

The woman stammered, "It's in the hair salon."

"Is it prostitution? Speak!"

"...Yes."

"Take her away."

The policeman turned and glanced at Guiling, saying, "You'll come with us to the police station for questioning."

Guiling knew she was in deep trouble. Someone was looking for trouble with them, and this had to happen. She quietly told Secretary Wang behind her, "Quickly tell Zhigang."

After hearing what Secretary Wang had said, Zhigang understood: this was a play orchestrated by Zhou Zhimin. Those two people must have been sent by him, or they were unknowingly tricked into coming.

So meticulously planned. Zhigang thought, this man is a gold card member, meaning he's a regular customer of the club. These kinds of customers are usually wealthy or bosses, and they wouldn't be manipulated by Zhou Zhimin. If he did listen to Zhou Zhimin, he must have been a pawn planted by Zhou Zhimin beforehand.

He thought it best to wait and see; it was too late to do anything now. He hadn't expected Zhou Zhimin to be so ruthless; then he wouldn't be polite to him.

Guiling wasn't there. After the salon ended, everyone knew something had happened at the club, so no one suggested eating, and everyone left. Dr. Wang Xinchun also declined Secretary Wang's offer to stay and left without eating.

Zhigang and Lanhua waited until 7 o'clock before Guiling returned. When she saw Zhigang, she ignored Lanhua beside her and threw herself into his arms, crying.

“It’s all my fault,”

she said between sobs, soaking Zhigang’s shirt shoulder. “I shouldn’t have let Secretary Wang book a room for that person.”

Zhigang patted her back, comforting her, “It’s okay. It’s not your fault. If Zhou Zhimin wanted to harm us, he would have succeeded sooner or later; it’s impossible to guard against.”

Guiling looked up, her eyes still filled with tears, and asked, “Zhou Zhimin?”

“Who else could it be? Think about it, is it really that much of a coincidence?”

“Yes. It’s too much of a coincidence.”

“I called Zheng Liang, and he said he didn’t know anything about it. I think they probably know about Zheng Liang’s relationship with us and kept it from him.”

Zhigang then asked Guiling, “What’s the police’s opinion on our club?”

“The police said it might have to be shut down for rectification.”

“For how long?”

“One to three months.”

Lanhua took some tissues and wiped Guiling’s face, saying, “Don’t cry. If you keep crying, Zhigang won’t like you anymore.”

Her joke made Guiling laugh, but Zhigang felt embarrassed.

Seeing Zhigang's embarrassment, Lan Hua perked up and said, "I'll have Zhigang keep you company tonight and comfort you properly."

Gui Ling pushed Lan Hua away, "Get lost. Let Zhigang keep you company."

"Really? Then I won't be polite."

Zhigang's heroic spirit surged, and he put his arm around the two women, saying, "Come on, let's go drink. We'll face whatever comes our way. Since you've challenged me, I'll take the challenge."

They had both been through many storms and were not afraid of trouble. Lan Hua became more excited when faced with big events, while Gui Ling became calmer when facing danger. They hailed a taxi and drove straight to the Tianyi Hotel.

Chapter 143 Courage and Fearlessness

Tonight, when they wanted to drink freely, Zhigang and his friends usually didn't drink at their own club, as they didn't want to be too ostentatious in front of their employees, so they went to the Tianyi Hotel.

Zhigang ordered a bottle of Gujinggong liquor, divided it into three, and filled three glasses. He picked up his glass and said, "Let's see who gets drunk first. Three, two, one, we'll finish the first glass in three gulps."

Lan Hua said, "Of course, you'll be drunk first."

Gui Ling also said, "Exactly. When it comes to drinking, you'll always be the little brother."

Lan Hua said, "He is the little brother, after all."

Both women were ten years older than Zhi Gang, but they were the most important women to him: one was his sexual mentor, and the other gave him the most sexual pleasure.

After finishing the first bottle, Zhi Gang opened another one and divided it into three. He drank half of it in the first gulp, leaving half a glass each time. Lan Hua felt sorry for Zhi Gang and poured half of his wine for herself. Gui Ling saw this and poured all of Zhi Gang's remaining wine into her own glass.

Zhi Gang knew he couldn't drink anymore, so he called the waiter: "Check, please. And get me a standard room."

The three of them helped each other into the room. Zhigang collapsed onto the bed, and Lanhua pulled at his clothes to make him stand up: "No sleeping! Whoever sleeps loses."

Zhigang said, "Fine. I'll sleep with you instead. Take off my clothes."

"Guiling, let's take his clothes off first."

The two women worked together and in a flash, they stripped Zhigang naked, leaving him lying on the bed, erect. Guiling asked Lanhua, "Who goes first?"

"Of course, I'll go first. You think I don't know what you two did this morning?"

"Okay. I'll strip you naked first."

"No way. I'll strip you first."

Fueled by alcohol, the two women stripped each other naked. Guiling began kissing Zhigang's lips, while Lanhua kissed his engorged member. Zhigang grasped Guiling's breasts with both hands, his lower body both pleasurable and painfully swollen from Lanhua's ministrations. He rolled over, seized Lanhua's penis, and thrust it deep into her throat. Guiling stood up, presenting her opening to Zhigang's mouth, letting his tongue explore the dense thicket. Zhigang knew this place well; he had been there twice that morning. Guiling began caressing her own breasts, twisting her hips, and closing her eyes to enjoy the sensation.

They had never mentioned, nor even considered, doing this together; today was a fortunate coincidence.

Lanhua writhed, her body writhing beneath him, moaning and trembling violently, the trembling gradually subsiding. Zhigang remained valiant and unyielding. He didn't know why his manhood was so sluggish today, unable to produce anything. Perhaps it was because he'd paid his dues twice that morning, leaving the granary empty, or perhaps it was the alcohol. He pounced on Guiling on the bed again, fearlessly entering her territory, his third time working deep inside her that day. Guiling reached her third orgasm, screaming as she grabbed Lanhua's breasts, hurting her.

Zhigang remained erect. Lanhua took the initiative to catch him, letting him enter her again, asking, "What did you eat today? You're so strong!"

These two women, who had slept with Zhigang the most, had never seen him so powerful. They were a little scared, looking at each other without speaking. They both wondered: Could he have some kind of problem?

But this kind of problem was something they desperately wanted; if they didn't enjoy it now, when would they? Lanhua hadn't been with Zhigang for a long time either, and her second orgasm came suddenly. More intense than the first time, she suddenly gasped for breath, gripping the sheets tightly with both hands, trying to use all her strength to envelop and melt that scorching, unyielding member. But it wouldn't melt; it remained hard, burning her flesh and life, threatening to pierce, scorch, and destroy her, then blow her fragments into the air to float and scatter…

Third Sister collapsed onto the bed. Finding Zhigang still unmoved, she was truly frightened. Gasping for breath, she said to Guiling, “Guiling, I'm leaving him to you tonight. I'm exhausted.”

Guiling, also panting, replied, “I'm even more exhausted. To tell you the truth, we did it twice this morning, two orgasms. How can I take this?”

“What do we do?”

“What do we do? If he doesn't ejaculate, we'll just have to keep going.”

Guiling then let Zhigang enter her again.

For a full three hours, Zhigang finally erupted inside Lan Hua, not knowing how many times he had entered her that day. He rolled over onto the bed, almost exhausted, but said happily, "After sleeping with you two for so many years, you finally know how powerful I am, don't you?"

The two women were convinced: "Powerful. So powerful. I hope you don't become weak in the future."

The next morning, Zhigang woke up to find Lan Hua's soft body in his arms, his third sister-in-law's legs wrapped around his, fast asleep. Guiling was also naked, sleeping on her side on another bed, her legs wrapped around a pillow, also fast asleep. Zhigang knew he had tormented them both the night before, so he dressed, quietly opened the door, and left, gently closing it behind him before running away. He thought: If Zhou Zhimin follows us and the police find us, and charge us with gang rape, then we 'll be in big trouble.

(The last sentence appears to be unrelated and possibly a fragment from another text.)

Zhigang returned from dropping her off at the airport and ran into Lanhua at the office door. Lanhua asked him, "Zhigang, has Jing'er really not been with you these past two days?"

"No."

"That girl doesn't seem as well-behaved as before. What's going on?"

"Lanhua, it's not her fault. She just got married. You wouldn't have slept with other men when you first got married, would you?"

"It's different. Your relationship is so good, so her little man is the third party."

"Forget it. Jing'er and I are just not meant to be. I don't blame anyone."

By then, they had already entered Zhigang's office. Lanhua whispered, "You must be feeling restless these past two days, right? Guiling and I have arranged to treat you to drinks tonight, so you can relax."

That night, Lanhua and Guiling got Zhigang slightly drunk, just the right amount, and helped him to his apartment. The two women gave him a bath and laid him naked on the bed. Guiling said, "Third Sister-in-law, I'll take a shower first. You and Zhigang can play."

After showering, Guiling came out and saw Lanhua still sucking Zhigang's penis. She said, "Third Sister-in-law, your foreplay is taking too long. Are you preparing for me to do it?"

Lanhua said, "No. It's a bit strange today. Why can't he get it up?"

"Can't get it up? Really? He's always especially good after drinking. The two of us can't handle him."

"Look, isn't that right?"

Lanhua played with his penis, which was still lying there like a rubber band.

Guiling said, "Let me try."

Guiling gently rubbed it for a long time, then put it in her mouth, but there was still no reaction. She looked at Zhigang, whose hands were already gripping Guiling's breasts. He wanted to do it too, but he couldn't. Lanhua came over after showering and put her clitoris on Zhigang's mouth, making him lick it. Lanhua was sweating profusely and her desire was burning, but Zhigang's penis still didn't move.

Guiling wanted it too. She took two fingers from one of Zhigang's hands and inserted them into his vagina. Lanhua did the same. Zhigang used both hands to help the two women for a long time, but without reaching orgasm, he had to end it hastily.

Lanhua asked with concern, "Zhigang, what's wrong with you today?"

"I don't know. I just feel powerless, it won't get hard."

Guiling said, "It's okay. Every man has experienced this. It'll be fine in a couple of days. Don't worry about it."

Two days later, Lanhua called Chun'er over and asked her to spend the night with Zhigang. She thought Chun'er was young and beautiful, and should be able to arouse Zhigang. Facing Chun'er's young and full body, Zhigang's penis got hard, but after penetration, it became limp again before he could ejaculate. It was a dud. Chun'er cried in distress, and Zhigang had to use his hands to calm her down.

The next morning, Lanhua asked Chun'er about the situation, and Chun'er cried, saying that Zhigang couldn't perform. Lanhua and Guiling began to take it seriously. They went to a urology clinic for a consultation. The doctor said that everyone's situation is different; some have psychological reasons, some have pathological reasons, and it's necessary to see the patient in person.

The two women discussed it and decided to ask Yuqin, as she knew more. After hearing their explanation, Yuqin said, "Zhigang is so young and so capable, you've all seen it, how could this happen? This isn't normal."

Guiling said, "Yes, we also think it's abnormal. Why don't you try it?"

Yuqin said, "No need to try, lest you suffer if it doesn't work out. I know a urologist, especially skilled in treating impotence; you can have Zhigang see her."

"We're afraid Zhigang won't agree. He's proud, and this is something men are most sensitive about. We've been secretly consulting doctors behind his back."

"A real man should face the problem directly. How can he avoid treatment? If he keeps avoiding it, this problem won't be cured, and he can forget about women for the rest of his life. He should just settle down and live a quiet life. How about this, I'll talk to him."

Yuqin came specifically to see Zhigang and asked directly, "Zhigang, you need to see a doctor, you know?"

Zhigang said, "Was it Lanhua or Guiling who told you? Why are you spreading this around?"

"What, did I hurt your pride as a man? Let me tell you, I'm here today to hurt your pride. I'm going to hurt you to the end, until you admit you're sick."

"Okay, okay."

Zhigang said helplessly, "I'll listen to you. Tell me, what do you want me to do?"

Yuqin gave him a note: "This is a friend of mine's phone number. She's a famous urologist. I've already told her. You can call her a day in advance to make an appointment."

Zhigang was a little surprised to hear a woman's voice on the phone, so he asked, "Are you Dr. Xia?"

"Yes. Yuqin told me you were coming."

Zhigang hesitated for a moment, and the other person guessed it, saying, "You don't want to talk anymore now that you heard I'm a woman, right?"

Zhigang blushed, though the other person couldn't see it.

“I’ve seen many patients like you. Don’t be afraid, isn’t it better to see a woman? Especially for symptoms like yours, seeing a female doctor might cure you without treatment.”

Zhigang smiled: “That’s not what I meant.”

“I’m telling the truth. Many patients have really gotten better after seeing me, and haven’t had a relapse.”

“Really? Are you that effective?”

“It’s not that I’m effective, but many patients actually don’t have a physical illness; the illness is in their minds, it’s a psychological problem.”

Hearing her say that, Zhigang felt much more relaxed: “Okay then, what time should I go tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow afternoon at three o’clock.”

Zhigang deliberately stopped for a while in front of the window of the men’s hospital’s outpatient hall. Among the dozens of attending physicians introduced there was Xia Qing, who said she was good at treating impotence, premature ejaculation, weak erections, and short-lived erections. It looked like a small advertisement for an old military doctor posted on a telephone pole. Zhigang thought to himself.

Xia Qing was talking to a patient. When she saw Zhigang waving to her, she knew it was him, so she quickly dismissed the patient and asked Zhigang to sit down.

Xia Qing wasn't wearing a white hat. Her long hair was styled in a bun, and her mask hung on her left ear. Her face looked thin and capable, with the characteristic kindness and patience of a doctor. She appeared to be in her thirties. Zhigang glanced at her chest; it was quite full, and she had a sexy figure. Zhigang thought: She's not exactly beautiful, but she's sexy. That's enough. What's the point of a woman being beautiful? Isn't it just to arouse a man's desire? So, being sexy is being beautiful.

Lost in thought, Xia Qing asked him, "Are you Feng Zhigang?"

"Yes."

Zhigang handed over his medical record.

Xia Qing casually flipped through the record and asked, "How long have you had these symptoms?"

"Not long, about two weeks."

"Two weeks? How many times has this happened?"

"Two or three times." "

How many times have you had intercourse in two weeks?"

"Two or three times."

"So, in these two weeks, you haven't been able to have intercourse successfully each time?"

"Yes."

Xia Qing had almond-shaped eyes, not large, but very sharp. She looked at Zhigang, and he felt a shiver run down his spine.

"Your medical history isn't long enough to determine the exact problem. Under what circumstances do you usually have sex?"

"What circumstances?"

Zhigang didn't understand.

"For example, do you often have sex after drinking?"

"Yes."

"Then you must have had sex for a long time without ejaculating, right?"

"Yes. I always wanted to ejaculate, but I just couldn't."

"So you exhausted the woman, and even when you changed partners, they couldn't take it?"

"Yes."

"You think that's because you're capable?"

"Isn't it?"

"That's the most damaging thing a man can do to his vitality, you know? You should avoid sex after drinking; it's not a healthy habit."

"Dr. Xia, do you think my condition is serious?"

"It's hard to say. I need to observe further. See what happens in another month. If it's still like this, come back to me."

Zhigang went back and tried with Lanhua and Guiling, but it still didn't work. Yuqin also tried, but it still didn't work. He then went to see Dr. Xia Qing.

“Your symptoms are caused by a combination of factors,”

Xia Qing said. “First, you need to change your sexual habits; you should avoid or reduce sexual activity after drinking. Second, you lack confidence in your sexual abilities; you need to build confidence, which is a psychological factor. Third, your work is too stressful; your nerves and body are in a state of high tension all day long, and you need to relax. Fourth, perhaps you have experienced emotional setbacks or suffered a severe blow, which can also produce this effect in the short term.”

Zhi Gang said, “Dr. Xia, could you prescribe some Viagra or something similar?”

Xia Qing’s almond-shaped eyes widened, and she said, “Not even two months and you already want to sleep with women? You need to rely on your own abilities to sleep with women; what kind of man relies on drugs? You’re still young; you can’t use these kinds of drugs. Besides, there’s nothing wrong with your ability; as long as you get enough rest and relax, you should recover quickly.”

“Then can you prescribe some other medicine?”

“What medicine? I’m not prescribing any medicine for you today. As long as you do as I say, you will recover, and you’ll be even better than before.”

“Really?”

“Would I lie to my patients?”

“Don’t think I don’t know anything. I know a little about medicine and its principles. The so-called ‘medical skills’ have a significant element of deception.”

“That’s not deception, it’s psychological manipulation. Let me ask you, my second point is that you lack confidence in sex, right?”

“Maybe a little.”

“Not maybe, definitely. Your personality lacks aggression. For example, if you just met a woman and felt aroused, what would you think?”

“What could I think? I just met her, would I dare to have sex with her?”

“Of course. If you dare to have sex with her, whether she agrees or not, your confidence is already evident. If you don’t dare, and she calls you a pervert, I think you’ll probably become impotent.” “Is that so

?”

Zhigang had always been averse to the word “impotence,” and Xia Qing’s words aroused his dissatisfaction. “Then I’ll say it, I want to have sex with you. Are you willing?” Xia Qing

looked at him with her almond-shaped eyes, smiled, and asked, “Are you having any reaction right now?”

“Reaction?”

“Lower body?”

Zhigang just noticed his lower body: “It seems a little.”

“Even if I told you to do it, you couldn’t do it today. But if you do as I say, you’ll definitely succeed when you come back.”

“You’ll let me do it?”

“Don’t dream. I’m your doctor. If every patient had to rely on sex for treatment, I think the success rate might be somewhat higher, but would I still be a doctor?”

Xia Qing’s prescription was simple: for two months, abstain from alcohol, sex with women, and even thinking about women, shifting your attention to other things. For example, travel abroad, but don’t just take a cursory trip, and avoid places with developed sex industries like Thailand. It’s best to pay attention to the local culture and history, and gain a deep understanding of their customs and traditions; you could also choose a research topic, such as investigating the source of the Yellow River or the origin of a minority group’s folk songs, and write a research report upon your return; or spend two months learning a sport, such as golf or racing. Then, find a place that you feel can best calm your mind and stay there for one to two weeks. After returning, you can find the woman you desire most to have sex with, but not after drinking.

Zhigang asked, “Will this work?”

He was somewhat skeptical of the prescription’s effectiveness. Prescribing no medicine and sending people on trips or research trips—any doctor could do that.

"If it doesn't work, I'll prescribe something else. If it does, you'll be even better than before."

Zhigang was even more skeptical: "You're still unsure, not sure if it will work."

"No doctor can guarantee a patient's success."

"Okay. I'll do as you say. I'll definitely come back to see you. If it works, I'll come back to plead your case; if it doesn't, I'll come back to settle the score."

Xia Qing said with a smile, "Welcome."

Zhigang thought, your unspoken meaning is: whether it's pleading or settling scores, you're welcome. That means you've agreed to plead with me.

Yuqin, Guiling, and Lanhua all supported Zhigang accepting the prescription. Yuqin suggested he take a trip to Europe to learn about the origins of Western civilization, which would be helpful for his future development. Zhigang accepted this suggestion.

Qianghui, Yuqin, Wuming, and others found some friends familiar with Europe and made a large European travel plan for Zhigang. Friends in several major countries and cities would host and guide him; the trip would take a month and a half. After returning, Zhigang planned to go back to his hometown for a week or two. These past few years had been busy; he only went back for a few hurried days during the Spring Festival, and hadn't been back for several years. Actually, he really wanted to stay quietly in his hometown for a few days. When Xia Qing told him to find a place that could bring him peace of mind, his first thought was of his hometown, Xiaofeng Village.

Upon returning from his trip, Zhigang flew directly from Cairo back to Shanghai. He had a meal with Lan Hua and Gui Ling, and the next day drove back home alone. After such a long separation, he felt an irresistible urge when he saw Lan Hua and Gui Ling, but he restrained himself, deciding to wait until his treatment was over before having sex with them. Zhigang felt he had indeed changed; in the past, he wouldn't have been able to resist, and would have at least had sex with one of them, or ideally both.

These past few years, Zhigang had earned money and wanted to bring his parents to Shanghai to enjoy a comfortable life, but they refused, insisting on working in the fields every day tending to the vegetables. So, Zhigang rebuilt the house. Now, the elderly couple lives in a three-story house with a large yard and all the necessary facilities—a villa in Shanghai. However, the couple feels the house is too empty and often invites their older sisters to bring their children home for a few days. The two older sisters are also women left behind in their hometowns.

Zhigang arrived home in the afternoon and parked his car directly in the yard. Seeing his son return, his father, Feng Deshou, pulled him to sit in the living room and asked what he had been doing outside. His mother hurried to the fields to gather vegetables, and brought in the salted meat, salted fish, and salted duck that had been drying in the yard, cooking them by roasting, steaming, or boiling. She even killed a chicken.

Zhigang unloaded several cases of 16-year-old Gujing Yuanjiang liquor from the trunk and offered them to his father to drink slowly. His mother brought the dishes to the table, and he opened a bottle of liquor, pouring a glass for both his parents.

Zhigang picked up his glass, stood up, and said, "Dad, Mom, I haven't come back to see you much these past few years, and I'm sorry you've worried about me. I'd like to toast you."

Zhigang finished his drink and sat down. His mother, with tears in her eyes, said, "We're relieved that you're doing well outside. But you're still not married. What are we going to do? You're the only son in the Feng family. Get married and have children soon to continue the family line and put our minds at ease." "

This…",

Zhigang didn't know what to say. "I'll try,"

the mother asked. "That pretty girl who came last time, her name is Jing'er, right? Can you marry her?"

"Mom, she's already married, she has nothing to do with me anymore."

"Do you have any other girls?"

"No."

"Hurry up and find one. You're over thirty."

"Okay. Okay. I'll hurry and find one. Come on, Dad, let's have a drink."

After dinner, the second sister arrived with her 12-year-old nephew. The nephew, Xiao Yong, kept pestering Zhigang for his phone to play games. The second sister had married into Pengjia Village in the neighboring village, which was close to home. A little while later, the eldest sister, who had married into Chenjia Village, also returned, followed by her 14-year-old niece, Xiao Jie. Xiao Jie greeted her uncle and then started fighting with Xiao Yong over the phone.

The eldest sister, Zhihong, said, "Zhigang, your brother-in-law works in Shenzhen, which is too far away. Could you bring him to Shanghai?"

Zhigang said, "That's no problem, but he can only work as a bricklayer in Dazhi's area. Of course, if he's capable, he'll be promoted."

"Being a bricklayer is too hard. Do you have any easier jobs?"

"Yes, but the pay is lower. He can work as a security guard, but he only earns a little over a thousand yuan a month."

"A little over a thousand is too little. Can't you give him more?"

"There are regulations for this. I don't have the authority to give him more money."

"The company is yours. Don't you have the authority?"

"Eldest sister, you wouldn't understand corporate management. I can give my brother-in-law money personally, but I can't give him a raise from the company." "

Then let him continue working as a bricklayer. Do you think I can go and find some work too?"

"Of course. As long as you don't ask for too much in terms of salary, the work is easy to arrange."

The second sister, Zhichun, said, "Zhigang, your second brother-in-law and I will go too."

"Okay. No problem."

Chapter 005 Visiting Left-Behind Women

The next day, Zhigang didn't get up until after nine o'clock. Just as he finished washing up, Daqun's wife, Li Cunmei, arrived.

"Brother Zhigang,"

Li Cunmei's voice was loud, reaching the house as soon as she entered the yard, "Daqun called to say you were back, so I came to see you."

Zhigang quickly ushered Li Cunmei into the living room. Seeing that his parents weren't there, assuming they had gone to the fields, he made her some tea himself.

"Brother Zhigang, how's Daqun doing over there?"

"How's he doing? Don't you know?"

"How would I know? He won't tell me the truth, he's afraid I'll go to Shanghai with him." "

Yeah. Why don't you go to Shanghai? Daqun is a manager now, doing well."

"Actually, I can't go. The children are young and need to go to school. Daqun's father isn't well and needs someone to take care of him. The fields need someone to farm."

"Aren't you afraid Daqun will find a mistress?"

"He's got some nerve. He wouldn't dare. If he really wanted to, I would too."

"All the men around here have gone to work elsewhere, where are you going to find someone? You'd even be willing to date that cripple in the east of the village? Shanghai is different, there are plenty of unmarried women in their thirties there."

"Really? Don't lie to me. With Daqun's looks, do you think anyone would want him?"

Daqun's wife's eyes widened. Her eyes were large and beautiful, double-lidded, her features regular, only her skin was a bit dark, but despite its darkness, it looked smooth and delicate. A full bust was a common feature of almost every rural woman. Looking closely, she was a beautiful, healthy, and lively woman, clearly capable of working efficiently.

Seeing that she was serious, Zhigang teased her, "Really? I saw it. There's this white-collar worker from the city, earning over ten thousand a month, going out with Daqun every day. They've probably even slept together. Who knows, she might dump you one day and marry her."

"What can I do? Zhigang, you have to intervene in this. I work so hard at home, waiting in an empty room every day, only to be dumped by him in the end. Isn't that unfair?"

Zhigang dared not joke anymore and quickly said, "Just kidding. Don't worry, if Daqun dares to leave you, I'll take you."

Daqun's wife punched Zhigang on the shoulder: "Zhigang, you're so mean, deliberately lying to your sister-in-law!"

Seeing she was about to hit him again, Zhigang dodged, and Daqun's wife lost her balance and fell onto him. He embraced her, the woman's round body looking like a little piglet in his arms. Her skin was taut and elastic, and she had a lot of energy, as if she often did farm work. Zhigang held her tight, so they were face to face. Without thinking, he reflexively kissed her lips.

The woman was startled at first, then extended her tongue to reciprocate the kiss. Having not seen a man for more than half a year, she couldn't control herself.

Zhigang picked her up and carried her upstairs to his room, placing her on the bed. The woman was already alluring and wanted him, writhing her body, her legs crossing and rubbing against her vulva. Zhigang removed her clothes one by one, gradually revealing the beautiful naked body of a rural young woman on the bed. Her skin was rather fair, and her full breasts were elastic, firm to the touch, extremely sensual. Zhigang's tongue lightly touched her nipples; this woman had never seen anything like it before, and she trembled, a fire igniting within her. She grabbed Zhigang's penis, saying, "You're so hard, why aren't you coming in? Are you just teasing me?"

Zhigang climbed on top of her, and she eagerly inserted his penis. Instantly, she felt a surge of pleasure, clinging to Zhigang and moaning softly, her body undulating around his penis.

Including his previous unsuccessful attempts, Zhigang hadn't slept with a woman for at least three months. Once inside her, he felt that long-awaited pleasure return. He felt incredibly powerful; this woman beneath him was prey, completely at his mercy, to be violated, ravaged, and penetrated. He controlled the source of her pleasure, the floodgates to orgasm, knowing exactly when she was about to climax and able to guide her to climax at the opportune moment.

Suddenly, the woman surged like a wave, first her chest thrusting upwards, then her hips rising as they fell, her body supple as water, curving like waves, constantly changing and flowing, accompanied by a deafening, throat-wrenching cry that worried Zhigang if his parents returned and heard.

The woman calmed down, but Zhigang didn't ejaculate. Knowing he was powerful today, he chatted with the woman for a few moments, waiting for her second orgasm.

"How long has it been since you slept with a man?"

"About half a year."

"Why don't you find a temporary partner?"

"You just said, all the good men have gone out to work, where am I supposed to find one? I wouldn't even take that cripple if he were given to me."

"You have pretty high standards for men."

"Of course. If I hadn't met you, I would have stayed until the Spring Festival."

"

That's pathetic." "It is pathetic. A woman's normal sexual needs can't be met."

"Have you ever used anything to satisfy yourself?"

"**? Of course. Cucumbers, eggplants, gourds, I've used them all. Daqun even brought me back an artificial one, it works quite well."

"Daqun is good, he even thought of buying this for you?"

"Yes, I'm satisfied with marrying Daqun. He's very considerate, he knows what good things to bring, but nothing beats this. He knows what I want."

Zhigang felt his penis being squeezed tighter by her vaginal muscles, moving with a tightening and loosening motion, knowing that she was about to climax again, so he stopped talking and moved in and out quickly and forcefully. The woman

let out a long howl, desperately charging at Zhigang until she was exhausted and collapsed on the bed.

After a long while, the woman said, "Zhigang."

"Hmm."

"You're really amazing."

"Really?"

"How many days are you going to stay at home?"

"This time it's quite long, two weeks."

"Sleep with a few more women. Okay? I beg you, let these women quench their thirst."

"I'm not a stud, how can I sleep with so many women? I'd be drained dry by you all."

"Just stay with me and my cousin, okay? I wouldn't want to sleep with more than you want."

"Who is your cousin?"

"She's Da Ming's wife. She's been longing for a man, and we often play with cucumbers together."

The next morning, Zhigang went to Da Ming's house according to the directions given by Da Ming's wife. Li Cunmei and Da Ming's wife were already waiting.

Da Ming's wife was not tall, probably about 1.55 meters, petite and delicate, with small, charming eyes and eyebrows. Her breasts were also small, not large, but full and firm. Seeing Zhigang staring at her chest, she blushed and lowered her head shyly. Zhigang realized how shy she was.

Li Cunmei pulled Zhigang aside and whispered, "My cousin is shy and doesn't take the initiative. You should be more proactive."

Daming's wife made tea for Zhigang, and he asked her, "What's your name?"

Her face flushed again, and she smiled without answering. Li Cunmei said, "Her name is Hongxia, Zhao Hongxia."

"Hongxia. What a beautiful name. The rosy clouds paint the sky red, and every morning the sun rises from the dark mountains, carrying your name."

Hongxia's face turned even redder, like a red cloth, and she lowered her head even further. The more she did this, the more Zhigang's desire burned.

"Oh,"

Li Cunmei said, "Zhigang can even write poetry now. I have something to do, I'll be right back. You and Hongxia have a good chat."

Li Cunmei closed the door and left. Seeing that Hongxia was still blushing and keeping her head down without speaking, Zhigang asked, "Do you live alone?"

Since Li Cunmei wasn't there, the young woman had no choice but to answer, "My parents-in-law have moved to my brother Daming's house. They take turns staying at our two houses."

"Don't you have any children yet?"

"No." "

How many years have you been married?"

"Two years."

"Still a new bride, no wonder you're so shy."

Zhigang thought, this won't do, just questions and answers without any physical contact. He sat down next to Hongxia, put his right arm around her shoulder, and Hongxia gave him a slight push, then let him in, and even wrapped her arms around him in return. Zhigang thought: My heart is still warm. She must be very thirsty. He turned Hongxia's face and kissed her. Her small mouth was comparable to Jing'er's, sweet and fragrant.

Kissed by Zhigang, the woman forgot her shyness, her tongue nimbly returning his kiss. As he kissed her, Zhigang took off her clothes; her small breasts were indeed full and firm, strong and elastic, and very sensitive. A slight squeeze made her moan. Zhigang's hand entered the cave below, which was already overflowing with desire.

Zhigang felt that after three months without sleeping with a woman, his sexual control seemed to have actually increased. Just like yesterday, he completely controlled the woman beneath him, knowing how she felt pleasure and how to reach orgasm. He also brought her to orgasm twice before he himself climaxed. In the past, he could do this, but it was always after drinking, and it was a matter of chance; these past two days, he could do it whenever he wanted. He remembered Xia Qing saying that his abilities might improve after the treatment, and it seemed she was right.

Thinking of Xia Qing, Zhigang's body immediately reacted again. He knew he longed to have sex with Xia Qing, but he didn't know if she truly wanted it.

Daqun's wife pushed open the door and entered. Hongxia, still naked, hugged Zhigang tightly, becoming even more shy, burying her face in Zhigang's chest. Daqun's wife laughed and said, "Cousin, you've already done it, what's there to be embarrassed about? You're satisfied, but I'm still hungry, hurry up and move aside."

Saying this, she took off her clothes, hugged Zhigang, and immediately let him enter. She had been spying outside for a long time, and while Zhigang and Hongxia were making love, she grabbed an eggplant from the kitchen and started cooking, she couldn't wait any longer.

After bringing Daqun's wife to climax, Zhigang still had energy left. Seeing Hongxia peeking and avoiding their gaze, he found it both funny and cute, so he said to Daqun's wife, "Let me do it to her one more time. Let her have her fill."

Daqun's wife felt sorry for her cousin and agreed. Zhigang then brought Hongxia to another climax.

After two days of testing, Zhigang knew that Xia Qing's method really worked, he felt at ease, and more confident than ever before. He thought, Xia Qing always says I lack confidence, if I could sleep with a woman I thought was impossible, my confidence would explode. I should test it out these next few days.

But, there are plenty of thirsty women in the countryside, who is impossible to sleep with?

Zhigang refused Daqun's wife's request to arrange two more women for him that afternoon. He now believed Xia Qing's words: sex should be rhythmic and regular, not too promiscuous, not too infrequent. He had brought the two women to orgasm four times that morning, and he himself had ejaculated twice, for a total of three or four hours. He was confident he could last another three hours that afternoon, but he didn't want to be too indulgent. Good things should be savored, not rushed and forgotten.

At noon, Hongxia cooked a few dishes, and the two women accompanied Zhigang for a drink. After lunch, Zhigang said goodbye to them and strolled towards Daishan Mountain opposite Pengjia Village.

Daishan Mountain was named for its many black stones, which were said to contain a rare metal. Alloys made from this metal were light and strong, used in fourth-generation stealth aircraft, and were of great importance to the defense industry. The local government was currently negotiating cooperative development with relevant departments. This mountain, an extension of the Dabie Mountains, rises over 300 meters above sea level. Lush with trees and shrouded in mist, it seems mysterious and enigmatic. Thus, there's a nunnery halfway up the mountain and a Buddhist temple at the summit.

Zhigang strolled up the stone steps, admiring the scenery. It had been a long time since he'd had such a leisurely pace and ample time to walk this path. The last time he'd been up the mountain was in junior high with some classmates. He remembered that the nunnery had just been restored then; it was a newly built thatched hut, the original having been burned down during the Cultural Revolution. Several elderly nuns, expelled and disrobed over a decade ago, had returned, meditating and chanting scriptures. The incense offerings were meager, not even half as prosperous as before the Cultural Revolution. Zhigang knew these nuns. When they left the nunnery, they had married into several surrounding villages, including one in Pengjia Village, and all had children. At the time, Zhigang wondered, was their journey through the secular world really that simple? Didn't they yearn for men and children, and no longer desire worldly life, after becoming nuns a second time?

The weather was clear and sunny, lifting his spirits. Especially after three months without sexual intercourse, Zhigang suddenly found himself with two healthy, robust village women that morning, and life suddenly felt wonderful. Sunlight shone on the lush green forests and tender bamboo groves on the mountain, the undulating mountains in the wind lifting and lowering the sunlight, revealing large and small patches of sunlight on the ground. The air was spotless, the humidity just right, and breathing it felt like his intestines, stomach, lungs, and even blood had been cleansed.

After walking for over an hour, Zhigang was soaked in sweat. The mountain wind blew, making his clothes stick to his skin, feeling icy cold. He thought he should hurry to the nunnery to rest, avoid the wind, and dry his clothes; otherwise, if the mountain wind blew any longer, he would definitely catch a cold.

The nunnery wasn't far; it would only be another ten minutes or so. Zhigang felt the urge to urinate, so he went to the roadside to find a place to relieve himself. He had just rounded a large rock when he heard a woman's sobbing coming from behind it. He stopped and cautiously peeked out, only to see a bald nun sitting on a rock, head bowed, weeping. He thought, "Damn it, what bad luck! I just needed to urinate and now I'm running into a nun crying. I can't even relieve myself." He turned back, crossed the stone steps, and went to the woods on the other side to relieve himself.

Back on the road, Zhigang wondered, "Why is this nun crying here? A nun is supposed to be detached from worldly desires; what could she be upset about? Is she going to commit suicide? There's a cliff not far ahead; could she really be thinking of jumping?"

The more Zhigang thought about it, the more uneasy he became. He went back behind the large rock to observe. The nun had stopped crying, but was still sobbing. Zhigang thought for a moment, then said loudly, "What is there in the mountains? Many white clouds on the ridges; only for my own pleasure, not worthy to be given to you. This nun is so carefree." The

nun was clearly startled and turned around. Zhigang was surprised to see a beautiful, ethereal face, tear-streaked, adding to her charm.

The nun stood up, her figure beneath her robes surprisingly graceful; her high, firm breasts made the wide robes look fashionable. Judging by her age, she was at most thirty. Zhigang thought, how could such a young and beautiful girl become a nun without experiencing profound suffering?

Pretending not to know she had just cried, Zhigang walked up to her, clasped his hands together, and asked, "May I ask your Dharma name, nun?"

The nun quickly clasped her hands together, bowed deeply, and said, "This humble nun is Jingyuan. I have disturbed you, benefactor. Forgive me, forgive me."

"No, no,"

Zhigang waved his hands, "It was I who disturbed your meditation. I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Looking at the nun's otherworldly beauty, Zhigang felt a surge of heat in his lower body. He thought to himself, "What a sin! How could I have felt such an impulse towards her?"

Then he realized, "That's right, isn't she the least likely woman I could sleep with? If I slept with her, could Xia Qing say I lacked confidence?"

However, he had to admit that it was indeed almost impossible. If she had lust or impure thoughts, why would she have become a nun?

Zhigang's personality was usually a bit soft, and he would generally give up in situations like this. But after traveling in Europe for over a month, he had gained many insights and understandings, one of which was that one must be strong no matter the circumstances. Strength and stamina might not necessarily be enough, but the mind can be strong. So this time, he didn't want to give up. He made a bet with himself: if he slept with this nun, his future would be limitless; if he couldn't, then he would accept his fate, and his future would be over.

Zhigang, still with his hands clasped together, said, "I have a few questions that I haven't been able to understand for years, and I'd like to ask Master Jingyuan for guidance."

Jingyuan, still with her hands clasped together and bowing, replied, "Please speak freely. Perhaps I cannot offer guidance, but I hope I can share your burdens." "

Excuse me, why do monks

live deep in the mountains?" Jingyuan was taken aback, somewhat surprised. This was a question only a child would ask; Jingyuan had never heard anyone ask it before, and therefore had no answer. Perhaps people had formed a fixed idea that monks lived deep in the mountains, otherwise they wouldn't be monks.

"Deep in the mountains, it's quiet, far from the world, conducive to spiritual practice, and severing worldly ties,"

Jingyuan answered quickly.

“Haven’t you heard the saying, ‘When the heart is far away, the place naturally becomes secluded’?” “Yes. But that requires extremely profound cultivation, which we, with our shallow practice, cannot achieve.”

“If it is said that those with shallow practice must go to the deep mountains to cultivate in seclusion, then laypeople, with even shallower practice, would find it useless to want to study Buddhism? But the fact is that far more laypeople worship Buddha than you who cultivate in seclusion in the deep mountains. How do you explain that?”

Jingyuan was at a loss for words, but Zhigang persisted: “If you say that laypeople’s meditation is useless, then letting them do it without enlightening them is deceiving them; if you say that their meditation is useful, then you hiding in the deep mountains to cultivate in seclusion is deceiving yourselves.” Jingyuan could

only say, “Everyone has their own affinity with Buddhism. If one has an affinity with Buddhism, it doesn’t matter where one cultivates in seclusion.”

“Since you say so, does that mean there is no difference between being a nun in a temple and farming at home?”

“Your words are eloquent, your thinking is quick, and your insights are unique. You have enlightened me greatly.”

Zhigang looked at her monastic robes, which were strained by her breasts, and thought to himself, “You should never have become a nun. ” But the words that came out were quite different: "Excuse me, Master Jingyuan, I have another question to ask."

"Please speak."

"Does believing in Buddhism mean asceticism, and practicing Zen require abstinence?"

"That's not necessarily true. How one practices Buddhism is up to each individual."

"If that's the case, then why can't monks and nuns marry? I don't think that's the true essence of Buddhism."

"Please enlighten me." "

The Buddhist scriptures say that the human body is just a stinking bag of skin, right?"

"Yes."

"Many great masters of the past, after experiencing the pleasures of life, the intoxication of pleasure, and the joys of love, one day suddenly realized the truth and attained Buddhahood on the spot. For example, Master Yideng, and even the Buddha himself, who was originally a prince, did so. Is that right?"

"Yes."

"Then is it unnecessary to become a monk too early in life, and wait until one has enjoyed all the riches and pleasures of the world before practicing Buddhism?"

"Well... not entirely."

"But that's the truth. So I believe that these external forms, such as becoming a monk, wearing monastic robes, eating vegetarian food, abstaining from sex, etc., are all unrelated to and have no connection with the Buddha. If you can understand the principles of Zen, what form this stinking carcass of yours takes, what it wears, where it lives, whether it eats meat or vegetables, whether it abstains from sex or indulges in sex, it really makes no difference."

"What you say, benefactor, seems somewhat inappropriate to this humble nun."

"Inappropriate? What's inappropriate about it? I think it's very correct. 'Bodhi has no tree, the bright mirror is not a stand; originally there is nothing, where can dust alight?' This is the enlightenment of the Sixth Patriarch Huineng, it should be quite good, right?"

"Yes."

“Since there was originally nothing, whatever you do with this stinking carcass is as good as doing nothing, isn’t it?”

At this point, Zhigang suddenly sneezed loudly: “Achoo!”

Then, he sneezed three more times in a row: “Achoo! Achoo! Achoo!”

Jingyuan quickly said, “It seems you have caught a cold. The mountain wind is strong here; let’s continue our conversation at the nunnery. This humble nun will continue to listen to your guidance.”

Zhigang quickly put his hands together in prayer: “I dare not accept your guidance. I am content to discuss this with you, Abbess. I believe that worldly ties will naturally sever when they are meant to be severed; they cannot be forced. Forcibly severing worldly ties is contrary to Buddhist principles.”

Jingyuan said, “Let’s go; we’ll talk at the nunnery.”

Zhigang followed Jingyuan uphill for a while and soon arrived. This nunnery was called Baiyun Nunnery, now rebuilt with tall brick walls and tiled roofs, with several courtyards, each pair of which had a separate courtyard. As soon as Zhigang entered the gate, he kowtowed several times to the main Buddha statue—he didn't know which one—offered incense, donated 100 yuan to the donation box, and then followed Jingyuan through several houses and courtyards before entering a tea room through a side door of the last house. Inside the tea room were several square tables and stools; a nun and two female worshippers were already seated at one table. Jingyuan led Zhigang to a table by the window, asked him to wait a moment, and then brewed him tea.

After brewing a pot of tea, Jingyuan filled Zhigang's teacup, saying, "Please drink some tea to warm yourself up; you're showing signs of catching a cold."

Zhigang couldn't refuse her concern, so he picked up the teacup, blew on it to cool it down, and took a small sip.

Jingyuan said, "From what you've said, it seems you're blaming me for becoming a nun?"

"No, that's not it. I don't know why you became a nun, so how can I make such a judgment? However, I think you must have experienced a huge upheaval in your life to do so."

"Yes. I'm disillusioned with the world, my worldly ties are severed, so I became a nun."

"Actually, your worldly ties aren't severed yet."

Zhigang decided to strike, his sharp gaze fixed on her beautiful eyes.

"How do you know?"

"You must still have someone on your mind. Perhaps your parents, siblings, or a man with whom you had a deep connection before you became a nun, or perhaps your best friend. Isn't that right?"

Jingyuan was now truly afraid of Zhigang asking her "whether it's right or not." It was clear that her mind had been stirred up by Zhigang's twisted logic, and she was beginning to doubt her own thoughts. Actually, Zhigang had only made this guess because he saw her crying in private; she had thought Zhigang truly possessed some kind of magic or spiritual power—was he a reclusive master?

Seeing that she was speechless, Zhigang knew he was right. He thought, "It's best to stop while I'm ahead." If he continued to boast, he would sell out his limited knowledge and insights, and he would likely be exposed immediately.

Jingyuan tilted her head and thought for a moment, then said, "I feel that what you said is unique, your insights are novel, and your understanding is quite high, but it also seems to be fallacious, yet I can't refute it."

Zhigang smiled and said, "Everyone has their own Buddha in their heart, which is inherently unique. You say my insights are novel, which means I have some understanding, and perhaps I am more connected to Buddha than you. Understanding Buddha is about each person's own understanding, each person has their own gains, that's called understanding, that's how you truly understand. If you're like everyone else, just picking up scraps of others' words, then even if you can recite Buddhist scriptures backwards, you're still not connected to Buddha."

Zhigang felt he had won the first round. Just now, Jingyuan tilted her head to think about the problem, unintentionally revealing her girlish demeanor, losing the solemn and dignified image she had always maintained. Zhigang immediately understood that she really was still bound to worldly ties.

Chapter 006 Baiyun Nunnery.

Zhigang was about to take his leave when, as soon as he stood up, he suddenly felt dizzy and fell back down, unable to even sit still. He had to cling to the table with both hands to keep himself from falling.

Jingyuan was startled when she saw Zhigang stumble and fall. She quickly reached out to help him, but he was already slumped over the table. Jingyuan touched Zhigang's forehead and found it burning hot. Many nuns knew a little about traditional Chinese medicine, and Jingyuan had too. She estimated Zhigang had a fever of about 40 degrees Celsius and said, "You have a bad cold and can't leave now. I'll brew some Chinese medicine for you to drink. Sleep it off, sweat it out, and you'll be better by tomorrow morning."

Zhigang said, "No, I want to go back. My parents will worry if they don't see me."

Jingyuan said, "It's alright. I'll ask one of the pilgrims from the nunnery to go down the mountain and tell them. Where do you live? What's your name?"

"Xiaofeng Village, my name is Feng Zhigang."

Zhigang hadn't expected to actually catch a cold. No wonder, sweating profusely and then being exposed to the mountain wind—anyone would catch a cold. Of course, this was also thanks to Jingyuan; if she hadn't found him crying behind the boulder and then standing in the mountain wind reciting Buddhist teachings for so long, he probably wouldn't have caught a cold and fever. However, Zhigang thought to himself, this shows we have a connection.

Jingyuan helped Zhigang to the guest room in front of the room to lie down, and Zhigang drifted off to sleep. When Jingyuan woke him up, he felt like he had slept for a long time, but in reality, it had only been half an hour. Jingyuan brought him a bowl of porridge and a dish of pickled vegetables, telling him to drink it while it was hot. After he finished the porridge, Jingyuan covered him with a blanket, and he drifted off to sleep again.

He didn't know how long he slept, but Jingyuan shook him awake again and told him to take his medicine. The medicine was very bitter, and there was definitely no sugar in it. Zhigang didn't care, and he drank the medicine in one gulp before falling asleep again.

When he woke up again, Zhigang found that it was dawn, and the sunlight was dazzling on the window frame. He sat up, feeling that his head was no longer dizzy, but it was still a little heavy. His body felt a little lighter than yesterday, but he found Jingyuan sleeping by the bedside. He got up and shook the bed. Jingyuan woke up too, looked up and saw him sitting up, and asked, "Are you better? How are you feeling?"

"Much better. Didn't you sleep last night?"

Jingyuan blushed: "You had a nightmare last night, screaming and yelling, and even kicked off the blankets. I was afraid you'd catch a cold and your condition would worsen, so I watched you and fell asleep here. I guess I've rested a bit."

Zhigang had no idea how worried Jingyuan had been last night. The medicine he drank in one gulp was too hot at first, and Jingyuan blew on it for a long time, testing it countless times with her mouth before giving it to him.

Jingyuan said, "Don't get out of bed, rest for a while. I'll get you some porridge. After you eat, take your medicine again, then go to sleep to sweat it out. You need to take another medicine at noon, and I estimate you'll be able to walk back by yourself this afternoon."

Zhigang looked at Jingyuan's slightly swollen eyes and said, "You really haven't severed your ties to the mortal world. I see you as a little sister now, not a nun."

Jingyuan's face turned red again, and Zhigang pressed on, saying, "Your blushing proves I'm right. If your heart were still, you wouldn't blush. Tell me about your situation, okay?"

Jingyuan's face fell: "I'm sorry. I don't want to talk about it."

"I know, it must be unimaginable, immense pain, which is why you don't want to talk about it. Otherwise, what power could possibly make such a beautiful girl like you become a nun?"

Zhigang's understanding words, along with a subtle and perfectly timed compliment on Jingyuan's beauty, touched her heart. Even as a nun, she was pleased to be told she was beautiful.

Jingyuan brought Zhigang some porridge and watched him finish it. They brought him more medicine and made him drink it. They helped him lie down and covered him with a blanket. Being weak from his illness, Zhigang fell asleep again after a while.

When Zhigang woke up again, he found his clothes soaked with sweat, knowing his cold was mostly gone. After lunch and taking his medicine, he said goodbye to Jingyuan. Jingyuan helped him out of the temple gate, noticing he was still unsteady on his feet, so she didn't let go and continued to support him. He himself felt his legs were still unsteady, so he let Jingyuan support him. Zhigang was still weak and didn't want to talk, and Jingyuan didn't say much either, but they felt very natural, as if they had known each other for years and understood each other perfectly.

Jingyuan didn't leave until she escorted Zhigang to his doorstep. Zhigang invited her to sit at his house, but she declined. Zhigang said, "You've sweated a lot on the way back; you can't let the wind blow on you."

Jingyuan no longer had the dignified demeanor of a nun; her smile came from the heart, and she said, "Don't worry. I'm not as foolish as you."

Then she left.

Zhigang watched her graceful figure in her monk's robes disappear into the reservoir, feeling a sense of loss.

When Zhigang returned home, his parents weren't there. It's not the busy farming season, so there's not much work to do in the fields. He figured they were either in the fields or playing mahjong at someone's house.

Zhigang lay back down on the bed and slept again. When he woke up, it was already dark. He was hungry and felt much better; being young, he recovered quickly. He went downstairs. His parents were eating. His mother quickly served him rice and asked, "I saw you were asleep when I got back, so I didn't wake you. Are you feeling better?"

Zhigang said, "I'm fine. It's just a little cold, nothing serious."

His father said, "Someone brought a message last night saying you weren't feeling well at the nunnery and wanted to stay overnight. Your mother wanted to go see you right away, but I stopped her."

"That's right, what's there to see? It's definitely nothing serious. If it were serious, the nunnery wouldn't have dared to take me in; they would have sent me to the hospital long ago. I was just feeling a little unwell, and I wanted to talk to the nuns about Buddhism, so I stayed."

His mother said, "That's good. Eat up. I went to town and bought some meat today, so eat more."

The pork smelled delicious; it must have been free-range pork from a farm. The vegetables were also homegrown, organic produce. Zhigang ate three bowls of rice in one go. Those were the large bowls used by rural families. Zhigang had only eaten three large bowls of rice once before, when he was in high school and went home on weekends. He had the same appetite when he started working, but now, one bowl was enough to fill him up. Knowing he had recovered and that eating so much would be hard to digest, he told his parents he was going for a walk.

The moon was full, probably the fifteenth or sixteenth. Moonlight shone on the fields, hazy and veiled like a curtain. The distant mountains stood dark and imposing. A bright moon also shone in the reservoir, its light dancing and shimmering on the water. The chirping of various insects rose and fell, creating a lively atmosphere, interspersed with the croaking of frogs, like fireworks exploding amidst the crackling of firecrackers. Yet, the rural night, filled with the chirping of insects, seemed all the more tranquil. A dog barked a few times, then silence returned.

Zhigang strolled to the reservoir embankment. A gentle evening breeze blew, and the chirping of insects rose and fell like waves. Sometimes, a frog would suddenly croak loudly at his feet, startling him.

How many years had it been since he had enjoyed such a quiet rural night? Actually, he rarely experienced this kind of enjoyment when he was in school; back then, he was restless and preferred excitement, lacking this state of mind.

Zhigang walked along the dam from west to east, still feeling unsatisfied, and headed towards Pengjia Village. Before he knew it, he had arrived outside Daming's courtyard. He had only been here once before, the day before yesterday, and had never been here even as a child. He knew he missed Daming's wife, Zhao Hongxia. He truly loved this petite woman, especially her shy demeanor, which was heartbreaking and endearing.

A dog in the yard barked when it saw Zhigang standing at the gate. Zhigang quickly ran away, looking around nervously, afraid someone might come out and see him. He knew that such barking was commonplace, and no one would bother to check. Only if a dog barked incessantly, causing all the dogs in the village to bark, would someone know something was wrong and open the gate to check. But he was guilty, his heart pounding with fear, and it took him a while to calm down.

Zhigang saw light shining through the curtains upstairs in Daming's house, knowing Hongxia was home, but he didn't know if she was alone. He remembered her saying that her parents-in-law had gone to Daming's brother's house. He quietly approached the gate again, and the dog barked again. He recognized the dog from the day before yesterday, which was why it wasn't barking aggressively—partly to warn him not to misbehave, and partly to alert its owner that a guest might be coming.

The inner gate opened, and he heard Hongxia's voice: "Who is it?"

Zhigang quickly replied, "It's me. Hongxia, it's Zhigang."

There was silence inside. After a moment, he heard Hongxia come out and open the courtyard gate. Before she could let him pass, Zhigang slipped inside, turned back to bolt the gate, and embraced Hongxia, kissing her. After kissing him for a while, Hongxia asked, "Why are you here at this hour?"

"I couldn't sleep because I missed you, so I came,"

Hongxia said, lowering her head and remaining silent. Zhigang knew she was shy, so he pulled her inside. Hongxia closed the gate, turned off the downstairs light, and went upstairs with Zhigang into the bedroom. Zhigang tried to kiss her again, but she pushed him away, saying, "I'll call Daqun's wives over."

"No need. What would you do with them? I only want you."

Hongxia blushed and murmured, "But I'm scared."

Zhigang laughed, "Scared? Scared of what? Scared of being robbed or scared of being murdered? You know neither of those things will happen. So a woman might be afraid of being raped, but that's not true either. You were raped by me the day before yesterday, but not raped, it was adultery."

Hearing Zhigang say this, her face turned even redder. She still kept her head down and whispered, "I don't know, I'm just scared."

"I know, you've never done anything like this before, right? You were scared the day before yesterday, but with Daqun's wives around, you felt braver."

Seeing her like this, Zhigang felt an indescribable tenderness and affection. He picked Hongxia up and put her on the bed, saying, "I know how to make you stop being scared."

The woman lay on the bed, her arms crossed over her chest, adopting a fearful and defensive posture. Zhigang pounced on her, pulled her arms apart, and kissed her face. The woman surrendered her defenses the instant he kissed her, and embraced Zhigang, kissing him willingly. She was no longer afraid.

Zhigang entered her, holding her close, admiring his prey beneath him. The woman closed her eyes tightly, her lips slightly parted, a look of ecstatic pleasure on her face. Zhigang kissed her cheek, his thrusts becoming more vigorous. With each thrust, the woman began to moan softly, intermittently.

Zhigang could feel her climax approaching, a feeling somewhat similar to his time with Jing'er, which filled him with ecstasy. He exerted all his strength, engulfing the woman.

He ejaculated during her climax, both reaching their peak simultaneously. The woman still clung to him, unwilling to let him leave. Zhigang thought, "I managed to bring her to two climaxes before I ejaculated the day before yesterday, what's wrong with me today?" It's because I love this little woman.

They sat up, embracing each other. Only then did Zhigang have a chance to look around, noticing the television was on, the volume turned down low, and a cucumber beside it. He knew what a cucumber appearing in a woman's bedroom meant, so he reached out, took it, and smelled it. Hongxia was embarrassed and tried to snatch it back, but failed.

Zhigang said, "Let me help you play with it." He

then lowered himself and slowly inserted the cucumber into Hongxia's vagina, about halfway in, and gently moved it back and forth.

Hongxia grinned and said, "Zhigang, no, I want yours in."

Zhigang removed the cucumber and went in himself. He asked, "Isn't it uncomfortable using the cucumber?"

The woman didn't answer, and Zhigang knew she was embarrassed again.

Hongxia looked at Zhigang tenderly, feeling the balanced pleasure under his second stage of balanced movement. She also knew that a conversation was necessary at this point, so she said, "Zhigang, I'll call Cunmei over later."

Zhigang said, "Little Hongxia, I've discovered that you're not only shy, but also kind. You want Cunmei to share me, right?"

Hongxia fell silent. Her skin was already red, and her face had naturally been flushed long ago; otherwise, it would have been by now.

Zhigang said, "Good Hongxia. Don't worry, I'll go find him myself tomorrow. Tonight, I only want to enjoy you alone, and let you have your fill."

Hongxia still didn't speak.

Zhigang asked, "Tell me, do you want me to only have sex with you tonight?"

Hongxia just smiled, still silent.

"I know you do. Tell me, how many times do you want? I can satisfy you. How about eight times?"

"Zhigang, don't tell Cunmei tomorrow that you slept with me tonight, okay?"

Zhigang laughed heartily, saying, "This is so funny! How can you be so shy? So lewd and shy at the same time. So cute!"

"Ah—"

She reached her climax.

Zhigang called home, telling his father he was sleeping at a classmate's house in Pengjia Village and wouldn't be home that night. He held his lovely little wife and enjoyed the night to the fullest. A pleasure he hadn't experienced in half a year. He really did it eight times, making Hongxia beam with joy afterward, fully enjoying herself, no longer shy.

A few days later, Zhigang decided to donate some money to the nunnery to express his gratitude for the care he had received while he was sick.

He went up the mountain again in the afternoon, and by the time he reached Baiyun Nunnery, he was drenched in sweat. This time, he dared not let the wind blow on him and went straight inside

. He asked a nun, "Excuse me, where is Abbess Jingyuan?" The nun clasped her hands together and replied, "Abbess Jingyuan is not in the nunnery today. She and the head nun went down the mountain on business."

"Then, I would like to donate some money to the nunnery. May I ask who to give it to?"

"You can simply put it in the donation box in the main hall."

"But I want to donate 10,000 yuan, and I can't put it in there."

The nun looked up, her eyes wide, at Zhigang: "You mean 10,000 yuan?"

"Yes."

"That will be recorded in the merit book. Please follow me."

Zhigang followed the nun inside. This nun wasn't very old, probably in her early thirties, and had a rather delicate appearance, likely due to her vegetarian diet. Looking at her gait from behind, Zhigang noticed a certain allure despite maintaining the solemnity of a Buddhist disciple.

The nun led Zhigang into a room on the left side of the back hall and said to a nun sitting cross-legged inside, "Sister Jingxu, a benefactor wants to donate money."

"Oh."

Abbess Jingxu looked up and glanced at Zhigang. "Is this the benefactor?"

Zhigang put his hands together, bowed, and said, "Yes. I fell ill at the nunnery a few days ago, and I was fortunate enough to have Abbess Jingyuan take care of me. I came here today specifically to express my gratitude."

Abbess Jingxu was also a rather pretty woman, though a little older. Judging from her expression, she knew about this matter. Zhigang took out an envelope containing ten thousand yuan and presented it with both hands. Master Jingxu accepted the envelope with both hands and asked, "May I ask your name, benefactor?"

"My name is Feng Zhigang, from Xiaofeng Village at the foot of the mountain."

"Thank you for your kindness. I will have my junior sister Jingyuan visit to express my gratitude another day. Please come to the tea room for tea and a rest. I am currently meditating and cannot accompany you, so I will have my junior sister Jinghui accompany you."

"I apologize for the intrusion."

Zhigang said, and then went out with Jinghui.

"Your name is Jinghui?"

Zhigang was quite familiar with this nun, so he asked.

"Yes. Jingyuan is my junior sister."

They sat down in the tea room, at the same table he had sat at with Jingyuan last time. Zhigang watched Jinghui brew tea and asked, "Master Jinghui, may I ask where Jingyuan's family is from?"

"She's from a neighboring county, and she's only been a nun at this nunnery for a little over a year."

"Can you tell me why she became a nun?"

"I'm sorry, benefactor, you should ask Jingyuan herself that question."

"Then can you tell me what she did before becoming a nun?"

"Well, I'm not very clear on that. I heard she graduated from university and worked for the government."

"Oh?"

Zhigang became even more interested, but knowing he wouldn't get any more information, he turned to Jinghui and asked, "Master, may I ask where you're from?"

"I'm from this county, Dongxiang Town."

"Then why did you become a nun?"

"Are you very curious about this, benefactor?"

"Yes. In my understanding, as long as one believes in Buddhism, there's no difference between becoming a nun and not becoming one. However, a woman who can resolutely become a nun, especially a beautiful woman like you, must have a significant reason."

"You're right. Since it's a significant reason, it must be something deeply etched in one's heart, something truly inconvenient to tell outsiders. Please understand."

“You’re wrong to say that. Since you’ve entered the monastic life, you’ve renounced all worldly desires. No matter how big the matter, no matter how deep the pain, before you became a nun, it’s all gone now. What’s there to hide?”

“What you say is very true. But my cultivation is still shallow, and I haven’t reached the state of renunciation. I’m unwilling to reopen old wounds, lest I be tormented by demons again. Please forgive me.”

“Fine, don’t tell me then. But how about I guess?”

“Since you’re interested, I won’t spoil the fun. But whether your guess is right or wrong, I may not tell you.”

“I guess you, like Jingyuan, were tormented by love and hurt by affection. You were disappointed in the people closest to you or the people you trusted most, which is why you became a nun. Is that right?”

Jinghui closed her eyes, clasped her hands together, and didn’t speak. Zhigang knew he had guessed correctly. He asked again, “What did you do for a living before you became a nun?”

Jinghui opened her eyes, and Zhigang felt that her pupils were shining, as if she had mentioned something happy. She said, "You'll be surprised when I tell you. I used to be a singer."

"A singer?"

Zhigang's eyes widened. No wonder she wore a loose monk's robe, and from behind, one could see a hint of allure—a habitual gesture ingrained from her long stage career, unconsciously retained.

Zhigang boldly guessed, "You were a nightclub singer, right?"

Jinghui's eyes flashed again: "You're truly intelligent."

"Could your becoming a nun be related to the unspoken rules of the arts?"

Jinghui slowly shook her head: "Since you lived in the arts, you should be prepared for those unspoken rules; it wouldn't lead you to become a nun."

"Yes. That's true. It's getting late, I won't bother you any longer. I'll ask you for guidance again next time."

"Please have some vegetarian food before you go."

"I wouldn't dare bother you any longer. It's still over an hour's walk down the mountain, and it'll be difficult to walk after dark. Goodbye, Master."

"Goodbye."

Zhigang reached the foot of the mountain; it was already dark. A little further on, he would pass Pengjia Village. Zhigang, now familiar with the place, arrived at Hongxia's door. The dog, already acquainted with him, didn't bark at him, only briefly opening its eyes before continuing to sleep. He quietly pushed open the front door, which wasn't bolted, knowing it was left open for him. The inner door was also ajar. He pushed it open, locked it behind him, and went upstairs.

The bedroom door was open. As soon as Zhigang entered, he saw two women on the bed engaged in passionate lovemaking, with Hongxia standing below, fully clothed, watching. One woman on the bed was Li Cunmei, and the other was someone he didn't recognize. Seeing Zhigang enter, the two women stopped to rest. Zhigang noticed they were using a cucumber to simultaneously penetrate both women's vaginas. The cucumber was straight, forcing both women into a semi-reclining position, their hands supporting them on the bed, their vaginas facing each other, connected by the cucumber.

Zhigang said, "You guys should upgrade your equipment. Next time I'll bring you some decent stuff, so you don't have to use this thing anymore."

He had seen something like this before, where two men's penises were connected at the base, standing upright at about a 10-degree angle, for two women to use during intercourse. After inserting the penises into their bodies, the two women could hug and kiss each other, much more convenient than a straight cucumber.

Li Cunmei said to Zhigang, "This is my best friend, Zhou Fang. Her husband's family is in Chenjia Village, and she came to visit today, so I kept her here."

Zhou Fang, naked with a cucumber inside her, wasn't shy at all in front of Zhigang, and even smiled at him, saying, "Zhigang, I heard from Cunmei that you're very good, are you just bragging?"

"Whether I'm good or not, you'll see even if you don't try today."

Zhigang said, putting his arm around Hongxia beside him, his hand kneading her small breasts. Hongxia blushed again, struggling to stop him from touching her. Her struggle aroused Zhigang, who quickly stripped her naked, picked her up, and carried her inside while still standing.

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