[The Lewd Affairs of Longevity Hill] (2. The Demon Mayor's Secret Visit to Governance)

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Pu Songling's *Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio* features many kinds of demons, but there are no records of transgender people
. Perhaps in Pu's eyes, transgender people weren't considered demons. Indeed, transgender people aren't a type of ghost story; it's a
general term used by the public to refer to a certain group of people.
This general term means that transgender people can be divided into many types, the most well-known being Thai transgender people. They
are male on the inside but female on the outside, so they do the work that only women can do—being sexually assaulted. This type of
person isn't unique to Thailand; they exist in other countries as well, and in considerable numbers. The reason they're labeled "Thailand"
is probably because they are the most famous there, and can be used as a synonym.
Another category worth mentioning refers specifically to women. They don't exhibit the
same physiological mutations as Thai transgender people; they are still genuine women, possessing all the necessary characteristics. They are called
"demons" because their behavior differs from that of ordinary people and cannot be understood using conventional logic. But exactly how
they differ is hard to explain in a short time; there's no precise definition, and they can't be simply
categorized as good or bad. It's more accurate to call these women "seductive women" rather than "female enchantresses."
To be a seductive woman, there's a prerequisite: beauty. Only beauty attracts attention. Those who aren't beautiful
can't be seductive even if they want to, because no one will support them.
Zhang Mei is an exceptionally beautiful woman. Not only is her face beautiful, but
she also has a great figure—a wasp waist, full hips, and high breasts—possessing all the elements that make women envious and jealous. But that's secondary; what's most captivating is her
voice. If she wanted, she could summon all the demons of the Underworld to serve her.
Zhang Mei is an official, the mayor. Female mayors are rare, and beautiful female mayors are even rarer. Therefore, in Springfield
City, her fame far surpasses that of any celebrity. But strangely, most people only know her name but never see
her. It turns out the mayor is low-key and dislikes appearing in the media.
Low-key doesn't mean not domineering. Zhang Mei was domineering; if she said coal was white, no one dared say it was black. This confidence
stemmed from her years of accumulated political achievements, enough to build two mountains. Having governed Springfield for many years, Zhang Mei's influence extended
to every corner of the city; it's no exaggeration to say that the entire city was firmly in her grasp.
Zhang Mei's opponents privately called her "eccentric," meaning she was unpredictable and often acted unconventionally,
always winning in power struggles. Another characteristic of Zhang Mei's unpredictability was her love of control. Whether it was men or women, big or small matters,
as long as there was a stake in the outcome, she would find every possible way to control them, employing a variety of methods, some of which you'd never even
heard of. Once under her control, there was no escape from her grasp.
Zhang Mei's unpredictability was
n't limited to her work; it extended outside of work hours as well. She enjoyed doing unconventional things, some public, some private—meaning shady.
It was the weekend, and according to regulations, official vehicles had to be stored away. Therefore, the driver dropped the mayor off at his doorstep and drove off
. Zhang Mei, though domineering, had to abide by some rules, and besides, it wasn't worth giving others cause for gossip over such a small matter
.
As soon as she entered the house, Zhang Mei smelled a strong smell of gunpowder. She called the maid over for questioning, and the maid said that the young lady
and her son-in-law were arguing. Children bickering wasn't worth bothering with, and besides, she knew her daughter wouldn't suffer any loss, so
she ordered the maid to call her daughter and son-in-law down for dinner.
Pregnant Zhang Ting, heavily pregnant, walked ahead, her husband Wang Cong carefully attending to her behind. Wang Cong had
just arrived from his mother's place in Wanshou Mountain that afternoon. While bathing, he discovered scratches on his back, and his wife was furious,
shouting and demanding he reveal who the woman he had slept with was. Wang Cong, of course, couldn't say that the woman was his mother or his mother-in
-law; he resolutely refused to say, even to the death, and the only result was being forced to kneel as punishment. He knelt for over an hour,
only being freed when his mother-in-law returned from work. Luckily, he had practiced kneeling, otherwise his legs would have broken long ago.
"What are you two arguing about again?" Zhang Mei asked while eating.
Wang Cong shrank back, not daring to answer. Zhang Ting glared at him first before replying to her mother, "Nothing, I asked him to sell some
jewelry, and he actually forgot. I just said a few words." "
Is such a small thing a reason to make him kneel?"
Zhang Ting blushed. "Mom, how did you know? Did Aunt Zhang tell you?" Aunt Zhang was the maid.
"Look at him yourself, his legs can't even straighten up. What else is he kneeling for? A man's knees are worth gold. Don't
make him kneel all the time. You're about to become a mother yourself, don't you understand this basic principle? After the baby is born, are you going to make
him kneel in front of the child? How can he be a father?"
Although Zhang Ting was domineering in front of her husband, she became like a lamb in front of her mother, obedient and
not daring to utter a sound. Hearing his mother-in-law's words, Wang Cong was almost moved to tears. It's said that mothers-in-law always side with their sons-in- law,
and that's certainly true.
"Wang Cong, come with me to run errands later. You drive. After dinner, rest for a while. I'll wake
you at eight."
Wang Cong, eager to escape his wife's clutches, readily agreed. He didn't need his mother-in-law to wake him; he was already
waiting in the living room. At eight o'clock sharp, his mother-in-law came downstairs. Seeing her attire, Wang Cong was shocked; he almost didn't recognize
her. His mother-in-law was dressed extravagantly, wearing a wig, heavy makeup, and tight clothes that accentuated
her figure. Wang Cong couldn't help but wonder: What is she up to?
Zhang Mei ignored her son-in-law's question and told him to get the car from the garage. Once the car was in, Wang Cong asked, "Mom,
where are we going?"
"Huaji Street."
Huaji Street was located on the edge of the city, a filthy place where prostitutes and their clients frequented. Why go there? Oh, I
see. As the mayor of a city, my mother-in-law is going to investigate the people's conditions—no, she's going on a clandestine investigation. Otherwise, she wouldn't be dressed like this.
Wang Cong secretly admired his mother-in-law's dedication to her job. She didn't even take a break on the weekend, still
working hard for the well-being of the citizens. It wasn't easy for her. Wang Cong wanted to remind his mother-in-law that she didn't need to work so hard, but then he thought it wasn't his place to say that . His mother-in-
law never tolerated any objections to what she decided, so
he let it go. When the car was two blocks away from Huaji Street, Zhang Mei told her son-in-law to pull over and wait there.
Wang Cong wanted to show his attentiveness and insisted on accompanying her, but when he saw his mother-in-law's face, he shrank back and didn't dare to say a word.
Zhang Mei arrived at Huaji Street and chose a dimly lit spot to stand. She stood there for over half an hour, smoking and
waiting for someone. Not far from her, several women, young and old, stood in small groups,
mostly dressed similarly to her, heavily made up and flamboyant.
Satisfied customers strolled the streets, inquiring about prices from the prostitutes. After agreeing on a price, they left one after another. Some
couldn't reach an agreement, mostly because they thought it was too expensive. One out-of-towner, having tried several prostitutes without success, was unwilling to give up
and kept asking around. When he reached Zhang Mei, he sized her up, finding her somewhat different,
and asked, "How much?"
Zhang Mei also sized up the out-of-towner. He looked like a farmer working in the city, not tall, with a long chin,
shifty eyes, around thirty years old, and quite robust. Zhang Mei slowly extended her hand.
"Five hundred? That's too expensive!" the stranger complained habitually. "You're this old and you still want that price? Lower it,
you're the one tonight."
"So how much are you offering?"
"This." The stranger held up one finger, gritted his teeth, and added another. "This is the most."
"Two hundred?"
"One hundred and fifty."
The added finger was broken in half, so it could only be counted as fifty. But even a mere one hundred and fifty was far beyond
the budget. The stranger was only willing to offer such a high price because he was too lazy to haggle anymore.
Zhang Mei disdainfully flicked away her cigarette butt and waved for him to leave. The stranger reluctantly withdrew his "high price,"
put it in his pocket, and went to talk to the next person.
"Wait, come back. If you can keep going for half an hour without stopping, I'll go with you."
"Oh? What if it's an hour?"
"Are you kidding me? You're a donkey!" Zhang Mei mocked.
"If I really can do it for an hour, what do you say?" The stranger didn't seem to be joking; he was serious.
"What, you want me to pay you out of pocket?"
The stranger actually admitted it. Zhang Mei was quite surprised; she had never heard of anyone being able to hold out for an hour without
delivering the goods. She wanted to see just how capable this stranger was.
"Fine, if you can really do it for an hour, I'll pay you out of pocket!"
"Is it a deal?"
"Of course, but you have to pay the agreed price. Come with me!"
The stranger was a little regretful; he should have known better than to haggle.
Just like the previous agreement, the two of them walked one after the other, Zhang Mei in front and the stranger behind, winding their
way to Zhang Mei's car. Zhang Mei gestured for the stranger to get in. The stranger was surprised and blurted out, "Is this your car
?"
"Yes."
The stranger felt very unbalanced, thinking to himself, "Damn it, I work myself to the bone all day, and in the end, I'm not even as good as this
bitch spreading her legs!" Seeing someone sitting in the driver's seat, he was even more surprised.
"You have a driver?"
"Yeah."
The stranger was utterly speechless; any further questioning would probably drive him to a breakdown. He reluctantly opened the door and got in. Zhang Mei
handed him a black bag.
"What for?"
"To put over your head."
"Why?"
"Just put it on, stop arguing, it's not like I'm hurting you."
"I won't!"
"Get out if you won't! Get out of the car, I don't have time to argue with you!"
Fine, you're something else! Even a prostitute is this arrogant. There's nowhere to reason these days. Just you wait,
I'll make you pay! The stranger shook the bag vigorously, making a loud noise, then shoved it over his head and remained silent.
The car drove to the middle of a mountain and stopped on a grassy area. The stranger took off the black bag and looked around
. What kind of place was this? It was dark and eerie, and he couldn't help but feel uneasy again. Zhang Mei scoffed,
"There are no ghosts, what are you afraid of? Come on in!"
The stranger looked up and exclaimed, "Wow! What a huge villa!" He sighed dejectedly, "God, are you even reasonable
?" Then, gritting his teeth, he repeatedly muttered, "I'll definitely kill you!"
Zhang Mei gave the driver a few instructions and led the stranger into the villa. All the lights were on, and the villa was dazzling with gold and
splendor. The two stood on the carpet in the center of the living room, preparing for the transaction.
"Hand over your phone."
"Why?"
"I'm afraid you'll take pictures and record audio."
In this line of work, she's afraid of this? This bitch is really suspicious. The stranger didn't bother asking any more questions and handed over his phone. Zhang
Mei removed the battery and reached out to him again.
"What now?"
"Give me the other one too."
"How did you know I have two phones?"
"Stop talking nonsense, just give it to me!"
The stranger had no choice but to hand over the other phone to Zhang Mei as well. Zhang Mei removed the battery as usual, then
said with relief, "Take it off!"
According to custom, the prostitute should undress first, but the outsider didn't have time for that. He was eager
to "kill" this rich, stinking prostitute, so he quickly stripped her naked, clothes, pants, and socks
.
Zhang Mei was startled by the outsider's pendulum-like member. "My god! What a beast! How can it be so long?"
she exclaimed, both surprised and excited, quickly undressing herself as well.
Upon seeing her large, white breasts and buttocks, the outsider pounced on her like a hungry tiger, pinning her to
the ground and thrusting his donkey-like member into her hard. He was going to fuck her to death, shameless bastard! "Serves you right for selling your cunt! Serves you
right for being rich!" Having lived at the bottom of society for so long, the outsider had been simmering with resentment. Now, this resentment erupted from his penis
, all directed at the stinking prostitute, hoping to burn her alive!
Zhang Mei was held tightly, forced to bend over and let the outsider fuck her. Her vagina was swollen, her ass was raw
, and her breasts were flattened. Zhang Mei had been with countless men, but she had never experienced such brutal fucking. There was no foreplay,
no consideration, just a relentless onslaught. How could she bear it? She wanted to scream for help, but her neck was being choked,
and she was suffocating. Her hands struggled but couldn't reach the person behind her, so she could only kick her legs wildly, hoping to accidentally grab a foot.
Her body was being rammed by that donkey-like penis, feeling like it was about to burst. Had he washed it? She'd just noticed it was black; country
folk are all slovenly, they probably don't wash. Thinking of the hard, smelly grime on the black donkey hide, Zhang Mei
almost vomited up her entire dinner. "Fuck your donkey balls! If you make me sick, there'll be nowhere to get
treatment. A mayor going to see a venereal disease doctor? People will gossip about me!"
Yet, deep down, Zhang Mei felt a sense of novelty and excitement. She had repeatedly emphasized innovation in various settings
, but now it seemed all the idiots under her were less capable than a lowly country bumpkin.
At least she didn't have to waste her breath on him.
From afar, two bodies, one black and one white, overlapped on a luxurious Persian carpet. The black one was on top, the white one
below. The black one was short, stocky, and stout, the white one tall and plump. The black one hummed and groaned, nuzzling the white one, while the
white one howled and groaned as it was nuzzled. The lamplight shone on them, reflecting two completely different kinds of light. If there were no
humming and groaning, and a few slapping sounds, it would be a perfect black-and-white silent film. The only
problem was the stark contrast in the actors' social status: one was a high-ranking official, while the other was as lowly as dirt, long trampled
underfoot. Now, the dirt had risen to power, and the usually domineering official was now willingly submitting
to him. If the revolutionary martyrs could know this in the afterlife, they would surely regret it deeply. Had they known that their future was so easily attained
, why did they choose to be born in such turbulent times and lose their lives in vain?
The stranger grew increasingly excited, his buttocks arching and thrusting tirelessly, as if wound up like a spring
. "Let him do whatever he wants," Zhang Mei thought, "I'm exhausted. Looks like I'm going to have
to pay the 150 yuan anyway!" It wasn't that Zhang Mei was reluctant to spend the 150 yuan, but rather that this method of doing things was pointless. She used to think that the longer it went on
, the better, but now it seemed completely different. The climax had already occurred within the first half hour, and the second
half was practically torture. She had heard of various punishments for adulterous women in ancient times, but she wondered if this included it
. It probably didn't, because this method wouldn't kill anyone; at most, it would only render them unconscious. Zhang Mei was now unconscious
, her body limp and sprawled on the blanket, like pork laid out on a chopping board, completely unable to move.
At this moment, the stranger's state was like that of a marathon runner; the second half, towards the finish line, was entirely reliant on momentum
, and his lower body had lost all feeling. Unlike the marathon, the outsider's vision was constantly
assaulted, the impact coming from the bulging, fleshy buttocks beneath her belly. He never imagined an old whore could have such a
backside—not only white, but also tender and soft, like kneading dough with a slap. Especially
the anus between the two fleshy mountains, resembling some kind of jellyfish swallowing and swallowing—a very vivid image. The outsider had never eaten seafood, only seen it in nature documentaries.
Now seeing it in person, he couldn't help but feel a sense of novelty and wanted to take a bite.
Inside, lewd acts continued, driving everyone wild, but it was a nightmare for those waiting outside. Wang Cong, disguised as a driver,
had been waiting for over an hour, shivering and shaking inside the car. He could have turned on the heater, but he
preferred to freeze rather than listen to the noise of the engine—annoying!
The villa's lights were bright, and at first, shadowy figures could be vaguely seen moving in the windows, but now they were gone. What were they
doing? By this point, Wang Cong had completely overturned his previous assumptions. The so-called mayor's undercover investigation of public sentiment was clearly
just a pretense of prostitution; otherwise, why would he dress like that? But why? Why would a mayor, a man of stature, do such a thing
? He couldn't understand it. This couldn't be real! Wang Cong didn't want to believe it was true, but the truth
was the truth, regardless of his belief.
The more Wang Cong thought about it, the angrier he became, and the stronger his jealousy grew. Clearly, he treated the three women around him as his
private property: his wife, his mother, and his mother-in-law. He had already slept
with the first two, but not his mother-in-law. He had considered his mother-in-law, but because of his cowardice, he dared not speak, dared not ask,
dared not do anything, not even the slightest hint. As a result, a lowly outsider had taken advantage of him. How could
he not be furious?
Zhang Mei, Zhang Mei, if I had known you were this kind of person, I should have taken you in back then. Why wait until today to suffer
this humiliation? It was too late for him to realize this now; his mother-in-law's plump body was probably giving that lowly outsider a lot of pleasure!
Wang Cong felt frustrated, helpless, and annoyed, so he simply went to sleep, trying to stop thinking about it.
A full hour had passed, and the outsider's praise was indeed true—not only true, but he had even exceeded the time limit by two minutes, which he
considered a bonus. Satisfied, he put on his pants and reached for Zhang Mei's money.
Zhang Mei had been through a lot, but overall she was still satisfied. She smiled and took out 150
yuan from her handbag and handed it to him, but he didn't take it, causing her to frown.
"Didn't we agree on 150? You think it's too little?"
The outsider held up his one and a half fingers, not to take the money, but to ask for a cigarette. Zhang Mei handed him a cigarette,
wondering what tricks he would play. The outsider took a few deep drags, tilted his head back, blew the smoke into the sky, flicked the ash, and let
it fall onto the expensive carpet.
"Good cigarette! Do you usually smoke this?"
"Pretty much."
The stranger nodded thoughtfully, retrieving his severed finger and leaving the intact one: "Ten thousand!"
What can ten thousand do? Why not ask for more? Prostitutes have plenty of money. But the stranger had his own plans. He wanted to play
the long game, holding leverage over her so she wouldn't deny it, and maybe he could even get a government position someday.
Get a government position? Where to get it? Don't worry, the stranger was confident.
"Why do you want ten thousand?"
"Because of this."
The stranger pulled a cell phone from his pocket and waved it in front of Zhang Mei, laughing triumphantly. It turned out that
Zhang Mei was afraid the recording would wake him up, so when she took out the second cell phone, she pressed the record button on the third one.
Zhang Mei was shocked, her face immediately changing. She never expected this stranger to have three cell phones. What
would a migrant worker need three cell phones for? What does he need them for? Well, here they are! Zhang Mei
secretly blamed herself for her carelessness and miscalculation. But what was done was done; the important thing was to find a way to salvage the situation. How could a dignified mayor
admit defeat in front of a despicable lowlife?
"You really recorded it?"
"It's recorded."
"It's recorded, so keep it as a souvenir!" Zhang Mei feigned composure, but inwardly she was plotting
how to snatch the phone away.
"Aren't you afraid?"
"Why should I be afraid?"
"Because you're the mayor!"
"You..."
"You want to know how I knew, right? Do you think I'm a three-year-old who doesn't know anything? You're so
rich, driving luxury cars, living in a mansion, smoking foreign cigarettes, and you look so much like that person. Who else could it be but her?
High-ranking officials all have drivers, hehe!" The outsider gloated again before saying, "Even if I'm wrong, I
won't lose anything. Keeping it as a souvenir, like you said, is fine. But I'll distribute the souvenirs to all the workers
." He then shook the phone again.
Zhang Mei, with her sharp eyes, noticed that the phone had stopped recording, and made a bold decision: she absolutely wouldn't let these
dirty country bumpkins blackmail her. So she just smiled and remained silent.
The stranger, seeing this, assumed she didn't believe him and hurriedly said, "You don't believe me? You'd tell everyone?"
"I believe that, but I don't know if others will."
"Why wouldn't you believe me? This is definitely your recording."
"There are plenty of people with similar voices; they're sure they'll know it's me."
"This…"
The stranger was taken aback; he hadn't considered this. His small eyes darted around, trying to think of a solution. Suddenly, a brilliant idea struck him. He
quickly turned on his phone's camera and snapped several photos of the naked mayor with lightning speed. His speed
was so fast that even the most notorious thieves would be ashamed; it was practically genius for a construction worker.
Zhang Mei wasn't prepared for this move; it was too late to dodge. She gritted her teeth in anger, and a wicked
thought suddenly formed in her mind. She gave a fake, mocking laugh: "What are you doing? It was just a joke, why take it so seriously?"
"Hehe, whether it's real or not is another matter. Now I have the photos, you're not afraid to deny it!"
"Alright, alright, I'll admit it. I'll definitely give you the money in full, but don't you think it's a bit unfair? Me, a
mayor, and this is all I'm worth?"
The outsider's eyes lit up, as if he could see piles of silver money in front of him.
"You mean twenty thousand?"
"Is that all you're capable of?"
The outsider blushed and said awkwardly, "Then how much do you want?"
"Besides money, I can give you a house too." Zhang Mei's eyes gleamed with her usual cunning.
Such a good deal? The outsider could hardly believe his ears, but the mayor's words were already out, leaving him
no choice but to believe.
"Are you serious? You're not kidding me
, are you?" "Would I lie to you? You have that. But the house is a bit small, I don't know if you'd be willing?"
"How small?"
"Just enough for one person."
"Oh, I was thinking of bringing my mom to live with us!" The outsider scratched his head, disappointed, but a house
was still worth much more than ten thousand yuan, and besides, he could get the money; it was a win-win situation. Thinking it over, he agreed.
"Where is the house?"
"Near Qinghua Cemetery..."
The outsider was stunned: "Qinghua Cemetery? That's a cemetery! Why is it there? No, no, we have to find another place
! If we don't change places, we can find a bigger one, at least 100 square meters!"
Are there houses near Qinghua Cemetery? Yes, government-built low-rent housing, but they're not very big.
"None of the houses there are 100 square meters. How about I give you two rooms? One for you, one for your mom.
What do you think?"
The offer seemed even better, tempting the outsider to start calculating: sell one room, use the money
to renovate the other, and bring his mother over so she could enjoy her retirement. The house was small, but it
would be enough for the two of them. Or maybe sell both and buy a bigger one in the city center? But where would the money for renovations come from? Ask her?
He'd already given her the evidence, how could he ask for it back? Or maybe he should copy the photos and recordings... what's that called again? Right, make
multiple copies, then he'd have a reason to ask for money. But she'd already been so kind; doing that might not be
appropriate, it wouldn't be fair.
The lucky outsider wasn't very educated and not good at accounting, and after all that, he still couldn't figure it out.
"So, have you thought it through?" Whatever
, he just wanted to get the house and the money first! The outsider nodded, having made up his mind.
"Now you can give me the photos and recordings, right?" Zhang Mei pointed to the stranger's phone.
"Don't rush, am I stupid? I can only give them to you after all the documents are processed and I have the keys. But don't worry,
I'm not the kind of person who would renege on a debt! When can I pick up the keys?"
"At the earliest, three days; at the latest, a week.
" "Then give me the money first.
" "Aren't you smart? Who carries so much cash when they're out and about?"
"Then go get it."
"It's too late now. How about this, I'll give you the money and the house together. You give me the photos and recordings later,
but don't keep copies."
"Okay, it's a deal then! Hey, I have a question."
"Go ahead!"
"You're doing so well as an official, why did you have to do this? You're not short of money, look, you
have a car, a house, even a driver."
"Hmm... what do you think? Why do you think I did this?"
"Well, I reckon you're just itching for a good fuck, hehe, hey, with so many men under you, isn't
one of them able to satisfy you?"
"No, none of them are as long as yours."
"So you're saying I'm capable? Hahaha, Mayor, are you still selling? I'd like to patronize
you again. How about this, we'll do it again when the house is handed over. I promise no recording, no photos, no haggling, and you won't lose
money. How about it?" Now that I'm rich, throwing away a few hundred is nothing. I want to experience what it's like to be a tycoon
.
"Hehe, why wait until the handover? We can do it again now!"
"Now? No way! I have to go to work early tomorrow. I have to go. Besides, I never do that."
"Twice."
Even the lowest of people have principles. The outsider's principle was to only do it once a day at most; doing it too much would harm
his health. He had this basic medical knowledge.
Zhang Mei wasn't about to let him go so easily. She stood up, sticking her plump buttocks out at the outsider, and spread her legs
to show him her anus.
"You don't even want a dick ass?"
Wanting it? Only a dog wouldn't! The outsider's scalp tingled from the sight of the dark, ripe anus, and he shuddered,
unconsciously starting to pull down his pants again.
Seeing this, Zhang Mei thought the donkey had finally taken the bait. She pulled her buttocks back, her fingers lightly tracing the outsider
's strong pectoral muscles, slowly moving behind him, and whispering a seductive breath into his ear: "Don't rush, take it slow this time
. I'll make you feel like you're ascending to heaven!" As she uttered the word "ascending to heaven," Zhang Mei suddenly grabbed an ashtray from the coffee table
and smashed it down viciously.
With a loud "bang," the stranger was struck squarely on the head by an ashtray, but the blow hit
the side of his head, not knocking him completely down. The stranger, clutching his wound, jumped back, yelling, "What are you doing? You filthy
bitch, I'll kill you!" He no longer cared about the house or the money, lunging forward to grab the mayor's neck.
This time, he wasn't just going to mess with her; he really wanted to kill her.
Zhang Mei was being tightly gripped by the stranger's two iron-like hands, and in desperation,
she used a self-defense technique she had learned, forcefully kneeing him in the groin. The stranger screamed and collapsed to the ground
, writhing in pain, clutching his groin. In a flash, before he could catch his breath, Zhang Mei picked up the ashtray
and swiftly smashed it down on his head twice more. The stranger kicked a few times and then stopped moving.
Wang Cong, who was waiting outside, was already feeling annoyed when he suddenly heard several screams coming from inside. Knowing something was wrong, he hurriedly got out of
the car and rushed into the villa. He was stunned by the scene before him: the stranger lay shirtless on the ground,
blood gushing from his head, while his mother-in-law lay naked, clutching her neck and gasping for breath, her white flesh trembling violently.
Upon seeing her son-in-law, Zhang Mei burst into tears, crying out, "Wang Cong, he raped me! You have to avenge me! Waaah
…"
Rape? Wang Cong was momentarily speechless.
"What...what's going on?"
"Don't ask, just kill him!"
Wang Cong thought his mother-in-law was just saying it out of anger, so he picked up her clothes and draped them over her shoulders, saying, "Mom, put these on first, he's already passed out
."
Zhang Mei stopped crying; she had no tears left. She threw off the clothes, angrily cursing, "Idiot!"
She pulled out her son-in-law's belt, tied a slipknot, and handed it to him, pointing at the unconscious stranger and saying viciously, "
Kill him!"
"Ah!" Wang Cong finally realized his mother-in-law wasn't just saying it out of anger; she really wanted him to kill someone. He turned green with fright.
How could he dare to kill someone?
Useless! Zhang Mei kicked her son-in-law in the backside, sending him stumbling and falling beside the stranger.
Wang Cong reached out and checked the stranger's pulse; he still had a breath, but it was very weak. Calling an ambulance might still
be in time, but his mother-in-law's expression clearly told him to kill. What should he do? Killing someone was something he absolutely couldn't do. Wang
Cong trembled, too afraid to strike.
"Hurry up! Did you hear me? Hurry up!"
Zhang Mei screamed hysterically, angrily slapping her son-in-law hard across the face. Perhaps she used too much force, her breasts and buttocks
jiggling like jelly after being slapped.
"Think about what he did to me? What were you doing when he was having fun?"
These words filled Wang Cong with shame and jealousy. Jealousy taken to the extreme can be twisted. He hardened his heart,
instantly transforming into a vengeful ghost, lassoing the stranger's neck, stepping on his back and tightening
the belt in his hand. Not satisfied, he slung it over his shoulder.
The stranger was finished. He had poured his heart and soul into the construction of Springfield City, only to end
up like this, losing his life here, just to reward himself and relax his weary
body. Was he wrong? Wrong or not, who can give the right answer?

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