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Gentle Pillow hadn't expected that the man before her was the same old rogue she'd been chatting with online. He was so ugly, so menacing. But since she was already there, she couldn't refuse him.
"Hello, old rogue,"
Gentle Pillow said, extending her hand to shake hands with Peng Chuanwei. Peng Chuanwei hurriedly grasped Gentle Pillow's hand, excitedly saying, "It's so good to know you." "Really
?"
Gentle Pillow replied. "Me too."
Although Gentle Pillow hadn't taken a liking to Peng Chuanwei, she knew he was the chairman of a company and still had potential.
"Come on, let's find a place to sit,"
Peng Chuanwei said, hailing a taxi. They got in.
Peng Chuanwei sat close to Gentle Pillow in the back seat. His hand rested on her stockinged thigh. Gentle Pillow shifted slightly.
"Where to?"
the driver asked.
"A nice, upscale hotel,"
Peng Chuanwei said. "You're the driver, I think you can arrange that, right?"
"Yes, yes,"
the driver said. "As long as you're willing to spend the money, I can find any kind of place."
The driver took them to a hotel he knew well. "Gentle Pillow, can you tell me your real name?"
Peng Chuanwei asked after sitting down with Gentle Pillow.
"Just call me Xiao Hong."
Gentle Pillow smiled sweetly, stunningly beautiful, leaving Peng Chuanwei mesmerized.
"Xiao Hong, you're so beautiful,"
Peng Chuanwei praised.
"Really? Am I the same as you imagined online?"
Xiao Hong asked.
"Very unexpected,"
Peng Chuanwei said. "You're not as beautiful as I imagined."
"You're good at charming women, aren't you?" Xiao Hong
asked coquettishly.
"I suppose so."
Peng Chuanwei raised his glass. "Xiao Hong, I'd like to toast you. It's a pleasure to meet you, and I'm also grateful to the internet for giving us this opportunity."
"No wonder, you're a chairman, you really know how to talk,"
Xiao Hong also raised her glass. "I'd like to offer you a toast, wishing you success in your career and abundant wealth."
"Thank you,"
they clinked glasses and drank their drinks. Actually, Xiao Hong was drinking wine, while Peng Chuanwei was drinking baijiu (Chinese liquor). Because Xiao Hong emphasized that she wasn't good at drinking, Peng Chuanwei didn't intend to force her to drink.
After the meal, Xiao Hong was about to go home.
"Old Peng, I'm going home,"
Xiao Hong picked up her bag, put on the sunglasses on the table, which instantly made her look even more elegant, and said, "Shall we chat again tonight?"
"Why not?"
Peng Chuanwei asked.
"Many online friends chat happily,"
Xiao Hong said, slinging her bag over her shoulder, "but after meeting in person, we part ways because the person we meet is not what we imagined online."
Just as Xiao Hong reached for her phone on the table, Peng Chuanwei grabbed her hand. "Xiao Hong, don't go, let's find somewhere else to sit, okay?"
Xiao Hong didn't speak; she tried to break free, but Peng Chuanwei pulled her into his arms. A pleasant fragrance filled Peng Chuanwei's nostrils as Xiao Hong wriggled in his arms like a small, vulnerable animal. Her supple body trembled in his embrace.
Words were meaningless at this moment; actions spoke louder than words. Having spent years in the world of pleasure, Peng Chuanwei knew this well. So he stopped talking; his hands became the most beautiful language. Although Xiao Hong outwardly rejected him, her body no longer did, showing a mixture of resistance and acceptance. Peng Chuanwei was a master of seduction; how could he hide Xiao Hong's allure? He understood her thoughts perfectly, and Peng Chuanwei became even more audacious. He used not only his hands but even his mouth. Xiao Hong writhed in his arms, seemingly rejecting him, but in reality, she was playing hard to get, half-heartedly resisting.
Peng Chuanwei's hands began to knead her soft breasts. Even through her skirt, he could feel the fullness of her breasts.
Xiao Hong blocked his hands, preventing him from going deeper. This made him a little impatient, and he forcefully pried her hands off.
"Old Peng, please don't force me, okay?"
Xiao Hong pleaded.
Peng Chuanwei had to stop, but he was still unwilling to give up, and his hands tried to penetrate her body again.
Xiao Hong tightly protected her beautiful body, preventing him from invading it, which left Peng Chuanwei's hands, like a hedgehog, unsure of where to start. He then kissed her scarlet lips.
Xiao Hong shook her head and dodged. Sometimes Peng Chuanwei would kiss her, but when she felt the intensity of his desire after a moment in his mouth, she would hurriedly push him away. She couldn't understand her feelings at that moment, but deep down she still desperately wanted him to touch her like this.
How could Peng Chuanwei easily let go of this woman who exuded the fragrance of flowers? His hands and mouth went wild again.
Xiao Hong couldn't withstand his fierce onslaught and soon disintegrated, her whole body blooming like a flower in full bloom.
Peng Chuanwei, like a gardener, plucked the petals from the flower, scattering them all over the ground.
Xiao Hong's eyes were glazed, her fair body exposed, so delicate and sexy.
Peng Chuanwei lifted her onto his lap, and while they were on the chair, he entered her.
Xiao Hong screamed loudly, pressing her two large breasts to Peng Chuanwei's mouth. Peng Chuanwei was a little breathless from being covered by her breasts. But he still liked those high, firm breasts.
Since this encounter, Peng Chuanwei became even more addicted to the internet. He and Xiao Hong became even closer.
Actually, Xiao Hong didn't sleep with Peng Chuanwei because she liked him, but because she was after his money.
During this time, Peng Chuanwei spent a lot of money on Xiao Hong, all through the company's accounts, which made Tao Ming very angry, but he dared not show it.
"Hua Juan, you're the manager, what do you mean by Mr. Peng frequently making large withdrawals lately?"
Tao Ming called Hua Juan to his office and asked.
"I'm not sure."
Hua Juan sat on the sofa.
"Hua Juan, can we stop Mr. Peng from making withdrawals?"
Tao Ming stared at Hua Juan.
"This isn't good. Peng Chuanwei is the chairman after all,"
Hua Juan said. "What chairman doesn't have the right to control company funds?"
Tao Ming was caught in an awkward situation.
If things continued like this, the company would collapse. Tao Ming began to worry about the company's future.
Peng Chuanwei not only chatted with Gentle Pillow online, but he also chatted with other netizens. As he chatted, his typing speed increased.
Don't be fooled by his somewhat ambiguous online name; this is the internet. In real life, if someone is called a hooligan, no one will pay attention to them, but online it's different; on the contrary, it's more tempting.
Women flocked to Peng Chuanwei's social media, overwhelming him with their requests.
That's the beauty of the internet. Peng Chuanwei thrived online, effortlessly maximizing his potential.
It was truly unbelievable that a man in his fifties was so engrossed in the internet. Peng Chuanwei rarely left his office, which puzzled his colleagues. "Why has General Manager Peng suddenly changed?" they wondered. Sometimes, when Tao Ming called to invite him to meetings, he would decline. "Just support me,"
Peng Chuanwei told Tao Ming on the phone, "You're the general manager; the decision-making power is in your hands. I should step down."
While on the phone, Peng Chuanwei chatted with a female online friend. "You're the chairman; some meetings need you to chair,"
Tao Ming emphasized. In truth, Tao Ming greatly appreciated Peng Chuanwei's indulgence of his power. But outwardly, he had to pretend to urgently need Peng Chuanwei to chair the meetings—that's the nature of officialdom, often leading people to say things they don't mean.
"You should chair them; the younger generation is formidable,"
Peng Chuanwei said, typing on the keyboard. "Tao Ming, from now on, you'll be in charge of all company meetings. I'm retiring."
"This...is this okay..."
Peng Chuanwei hung up before Tao Ming could finish speaking.
A beeping sound came from the computer. Peng Chuanwei hurriedly clicked on the flashing female avatar.
"Old rogue, why aren't you saying anything? Who are you talking to?"
a female netizen named Flame asked. Peng Chuanwei had just met this netizen, and they had just been chatting when Tao Ming's call interrupted them.
Old Rogue: Sorry, I just received a call. Who are you doing? Peng Chuanwei mistyped a word. Anyone who has used the Smart ABC key knows that when typing, "who" and "what" are only one key apart, making it easy to confuse. So, Peng Chuanwei's intended meaning was "What are you doing?", but he typed "Who are you doing?"
Flame: Doing you.
Old Rogue: Really, Flame: You wish! Where are you? Old Rogue
: In the office. Where are you?
Flame: Are you a civil servant? Then why are you called Old Rogue?
Old Rogue: This name is unique, I like it. Flame: So you're being a rogue, huh?
Old Rogue: Do you need me to be a rogue?
Flame: You're shameless, you rascal.
Peng Chuanwei truly felt the benefits of the internet. Nothing you say online is too much. At worst, you just stop chatting.
Old Rogue: Are you home?
Flame: Yes. What's up?
Old Rogue: Where's your husband?
Flame: I don't have a husband.
Peng Chuanwei was overjoyed to hear that Flame didn't have a husband.
Old Rogue: Divorced?
Flame: Are you checking my household registration? Are you really a civil servant?
Old Rogue: Yeah, why don't you believe me?
Flame: Yes, what civil servant would have such a username? It's bad for their image.
Old Rogue: What's wrong with usernames? Call me whatever you want, the cooler the better.
Flame: How old are you?
Peng Chuanwei revealed his age, though he hadn't actually said his real age. He'd been hiding a few years, but his age surprised Flame quite a bit.
Flame: You're so old, older than my dad! But you're better than him. My dad still doesn't know how to use the internet, let alone a computer.
Old Rogue: I'm ashamed to say, I just learned. I've only been online for a few days.
Flame: Do you have many online friends?
Old Rogue: Not many. Counting you as ninth, if we go by the old rankings, you'd be the ninth concubine.
Peng Chuanwei found flirting with women online to be a very enjoyable thing.
Flame: Don't drag me into this. Who's going to be your concubine? Shameless.
Peng Chuanwei liked this kind of teasing banter. So he started flirting with Flame.
Old Rogue: Why is your online name Flame? Are you as passionate as a flame?
Flame: Yes, I'm like a ball of fire, capable of burning you to ashes. Old Rogue: Then wouldn't I be happy to die? Flame
: You bastard, being burned to ashes and still happy?
Old Rogue: Better to die under the flowers, even as a ghost, I'd be romantic.
Flame: How many women has Old Rogue cheated on?
Old Rogue: One hundred.
Flame: You're just bragging.
Old Rogue: Really.
At this moment, Flame sent Peng Chuanwei a QQ emoticon.
The emoticon showed a person blowing a pipe towards the sky, with cows everywhere, and a line of black words written above. Why is the sky so black? Because cows are flying in the sky. Why are cows flying in the sky? Because someone is blowing a pipe.
Old Rogue: Haha, you're so funny.
Flame: Really?
At this moment, there was a soft knock on the door. "Come in,"
Peng Chuanwei called out without looking up, still typing on the keyboard.
"President Peng, these are the documents you requested,"
Zhang Ya entered, holding the documents she had just printed. She was a little confused to see Peng Chuanwei online. She didn't expect Chairman Peng to be online. "President Peng, you're online too?"
Peng Chuanwei said hurriedly when he saw the flamboyant Zhang Ya enter. "I just learned this, you've come at the perfect time, come and teach me."
Zhang Ya walked unceremoniously to the computer, noticing a woman's avatar flashing on the screen, and asked. "Are you chatting?"
Peng Chuanwei asked. "Just chatting, sit down."
Peng Chuanwei, smelling a fresh fragrance emanating from the computer chair Zhang Ya sat in, was somewhat distracted. While Zhang Ya was fiddling with the computer, he reached out to touch her.
Zhang Ya was completely absorbed in tinkering with the computer when she suddenly felt a hand reaching towards her. She turned her head and saw Peng Chuanwei's face contorted in a grimace. She gasped in horror.

Chapter 56 Extravagance and Debauchery
Zhang Ya was completely absorbed in the computer, unaware that a venomous snake had emerged from behind her. Peng Chuanwei had coveted her for a long time, but hadn't found an opportunity. He felt this was the perfect moment. So, he reached out to Zhang Ya.
"President Peng, what are you doing?"
Zhang Ya stood up.
Afraid she would escape, Peng Chuanwei hurriedly grabbed her. Zhang Ya didn't struggle in his arms, but instead stared at him coldly, making Peng Chuanwei feel uneasy.
Sometimes, when a woman is being abused by a man, calmness is the best form of resistance.
Peng Chuanwei felt impotent under Zhang Ya's gaze; sometimes men don't need to do anything to become impotent. Even a woman's cold gaze could make him impotent.
"Zhang Ya, why are you looking at me like that?"
Peng Chuanwei asked in surprise.
"To see how the Chairman Peng, whom I've always admired, is performing in front of a woman."
Zhang Ya said coldly.
Peng Chuanwei was adept at handling women, but he had never encountered a woman like Zhang Ya. He was impotent before even making love, and Zhang Ya was still a virgin.
"Zhang Ya, I like you,"
Peng Chuanwei said.
"Many people like me,"
Zhang Ya said in his arms, "because I'm beautiful and young. That's what people have to offer me."
Peng Chuanwei hadn't expected Zhang Ya to be so calculating and self-righteous.
Peng Chuanwei was used to manipulating traditional women, but he couldn't figure out this rebellious woman born in the 1980s.
Zhang Ya, nestled in Peng Chuanwei's arms, didn't seem to understand. She looked at him with her beautiful eyes and asked, "Mr. Peng, am I right?"
"Yes, yes,"
Peng Chuanwei agreed.
"Mr. Peng, I know you like to play with women,"
Zhang Ya said. "And because of your power, many women have been forced to submit to you."
"Zhang Ya, don't talk nonsense,"
Peng Chuanwei said.
"It's not nonsense, it's the truth,"
Zhang Ya said. "I don't care if you play with others, but let me tell you, if you want to play with me, you'll pay a price, and my price will be very high."
Peng Chuanwei hadn't expected Zhang Ya, still a girl, to be so shrewd.
"Mr. Peng, you'd better not mess with me,"
Zhang Ya said calmly. "You'll pay a heavy price for messing with me."
Peng Chuanwei released Zhang Ya weakly.
"Mr. Peng, I'm leaving. Call me if you need anything."
Zhang Ya drifted out like a gust of wind. Long after Zhang Ya left, Peng Chuanwei was still quietly lost in thought.
It was the beeping sound from his computer that reminded him. He went back to the computer. He clicked on the flashing avatar of Flame: Flame: You rascal, what are you doing? Why aren't you saying anything?
There was also a QQ emoticon of a woman beating a man.
Old Rogue: A customer just came in, what are you busy with?
Flame: Waiting for you. Flame's words filled Peng Chuanwei with warmth.
Old Rogue: Do you have many online friends?
Flame: Yes, more than three hundred.
Old Rogue: Have you chatted with all of them?
Flame: We've chatted, I type fast.
Old Rogue: Have you met your online friends in person?
Flame: No.
Old Rogue: Want to meet them?
Flame: No. Old Rogue: Why?
Flame: Meeting online friends would be great.
Old Rogue: Hehe.
Peng Chuanwei surfed the internet, it was great, time flew by.
Before he knew it, it was lunchtime, but Peng Chuanwei didn't want to eat, that would be a waste of his precious time. The best way was to eat while surfing the internet. It would be best to put the food on the computer desk.
Thinking this, he called Zhang Ya, "Zhang Ya?"
After the call connected, Peng Chuanwei instructed, "Go to the cafeteria and bring me my food." "Okay, Mr. Peng."
Zhang Ya happily agreed.
After a while, there was a knock on the door. Peng Chuanwei knew it was Zhang Ya, so he said, "No need to knock, come in, Zhang Ya. How's the food today?"
Mr. Peng asked before Zhang Ya even entered the room.
"So busy surfing the internet that I don't even eat lunch."
Zhang Ya walked in with a plastic lunchbox. "President Peng has practically become a net addict!"
"Really?"
Peng Chuanwei. "I'm not a net addict. I just started using the internet out of curiosity."
"Everyone's like that when they first start using the internet." Zhang Ya placed the food on the table. "President Peng, let's eat."
President Peng wanted to chat and eat at the computer desk. But with Zhang Ya there, he felt embarrassed to do so; it would damage his image. So he quickly typed a message to Flame: Old Rogue: I'll eat first, we can chat later, okay?
Flame: Okay, I'll wait for you.
Old Rogue: Okay.
Flame: Go ahead.
"President Peng, hurry up and eat, the food will get cold."
Zhang Ya urged. "Who are you chatting with? So intimately?"
Zhang Ya came over and looked at the computer monitor. Peng Chuanwei hurriedly closed the page.
"Why so mysterious?"
Zhang Ya smiled gently and said, "Could it be that Chairman Peng has a lover online? Are you having an online romance? Otherwise, why would you be so busy that you can't even eat?"
"Zhang Ya, you're talking nonsense,"
Peng Chuanwei picked up his chopsticks, "How could that be?"
"Chairman Peng, you're so old, how come you're still so fickle?"
Zhang Ya asked.
Peng Chuanwei looked at Zhang Ya. Although Zhang Ya's words were harsh, Peng Chuanwei wasn't angry at all. It wasn't that he wasn't angry, it was that he simply couldn't get angry.
"Zhang Ya, you're really shrewd,"
Peng Chuanwei said.
"Chairman Peng, your life is truly vibrant,"
Zhang Ya smiled brightly, "At your age, still surfing the internet and getting into electronics, I really admire you."
"Actually, I'm not particularly proficient with computers, I just mess around with them,"
Peng Chuanwei finished his meal and came closer, smelling the fragrance of lilies.
"Chairman Peng, I heard you especially like beautiful women, is that true?"
Zhang Ya asked innocently.
“Of course, what man doesn’t like beautiful women?”
Peng Chuanwei thought to himself, how could this little girl know everything? This is terrifying. Girls her age should be innocent and pure, that’s what makes them cute. How could she be like this? Does she understand human nature so thoroughly?
“Chairman Peng, please don’t mind what I said, okay?”
Zhang Ya smiled apologetically.
Peng Chuanwei pulled her into his arms and began to caress her still-immature body. A pleasant fragrance wafted into his nose, stimulating his quietly aroused desire.
Zhang Ya covered her private parts with her hand. “Chairman Peng, what are you doing?”
Zhang Ya said coquettishly.
“I like you, Xiao Ya.”
Peng Chuanwei called out Zhang Ya’s nickname in his haste.
“Nonsense, you old geezer, you like me?”
Zhang Ya’s hand wouldn’t give an inch. Making it impossible for Peng Chuanwei to get his way.
Peng Chuanwei was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, scratching his head and cheeks.
“Xiao Ya, as long as you obey me, it will be good for you.”
Peng Chuanwei was at a loss for words.
"What's in it for you?"
Zhang Ya crossed her arms, her legs tightly pressed together, looking like a formidable enemy was approaching. "You're just trying to bribe me with small favors, aren't you?"
"Then what do you want?"
Peng Chuanwei, unable to get Zhang Ya, was getting impatient.
"Just tell me your conditions." "If you want to touch me, give me a million,"
Zhang Ya said.
"What?"
Peng Chuanwei looked at Zhang Ya in surprise. "You're extorting me.
" "Fine, don't do it then,"
Zhang Ya slid off his arms. "It's not like I'm forcing you. You call yourself a man? You're so scared of money."
"I'm not afraid of anything,"
Peng Chuanwei retorted stubbornly. "I just think your appetite is too big. A million right off the bat? Are you robbing a bank?"
Zhang Ya calmly sat down on the sofa, showing no sign of leaving.
"Chairman Peng, how can you have no manners at all?"
Zhang Ya glanced at Peng Chuanwei sideways. "You're supposed to be someone of status, so why do you get so worked up about money? Really."
Peng Chuanwei was genuinely embarrassed by her words. He rubbed his hands, unsure what to say.
"Chairman Peng, do you think women are freebies?"
Zhang Ya continued, "That was in those days. What era are we in now? Everything has a price, including women."
Peng Chuanwei hadn't expected Zhang Ya, at such a young age, to say such things. Peng Chuanwei was speechless for a moment.
"Chairman Peng, think it over carefully, and come back to me when you've figured it out,"
Zhang Ya said, swaying her voluptuous hips as she walked away.
Peng Chuanwei slumped awkwardly on the sofa. He had spent his whole life playing with women, yet he had never expected to be ridiculed by this immature young girl.
The computer beeped, a sound that had been going on for a long time. Peng Chuanwei returned to his computer desk, feeling that the virtual world of the internet was far better than real life.
Peng Chuanwei had met with more than a dozen online friends. Some had one-night stands, others were just fleeting encounters, but each meeting cost him a lot, all of which went through the company's accounts.
This made Tao Ming very uneasy, and he decided to talk to Peng Chuanwei.
Tao Ming knocked on Peng Chuanwei's door. Peng Chuanwei was online. "Chairman Peng, what a refined hobby!"
Tao Ming sat down on the sofa. "You like surfing the internet?"
"Ah, it's Tao Ming."
Peng Chuanwei stood up. "Please sit down,"
actually Tao Ming sat down on the sofa without needing to be invited. Peng Chuanwei offered Tao Ming a cigarette. "What brings you here today?"
"Chairman Peng, I need to talk to you,"
Tao Ming lit a cigarette, "Shall we talk?"
"Sure,"
Peng Chuanwei got up from the computer desk, sat down on the sofa, and lit a cigarette. "Go ahead." "
Chairman Peng, you've been spending a lot of money from the company's accounts lately,"
Tao Ming took a deep drag on his cigarette, "I wonder what all this money has gone into?"
"It's been spent on entertainment."
Peng Chuanwei's expression darkened. "What's wrong? Can't I, the chairman, even touch some company money?"
"I didn't say I couldn't,"
Tao Ming hurriedly explained, "I just mean the more money I touch, the bigger the sum becomes."
"As the chairman of the company, I still have that much power, don't I?"
Peng Chuanwei said unhappily.
Peng Chuanwei had been with the company for years. No one had ever dared to speak to him like that. This Tao Ming was really out of touch with reality. Who do you think you are, trying to control me? Peng Chuanwei muttered to himself.
"Chairman Peng, it's not that I want to interfere with your rights,"
Tao Ming said. "We are now a joint-stock company, unlike before, when it was a free-for-all. Now, every penny we touch is shared by everyone in the company."
"According to you, I'm spending everyone's money,"
Peng Chuanwei rolled his eyes at Tao Ming with dissatisfaction. "It's just a few dollars. Is it really that big of a deal?"
"Chairman Peng, I hope this kind of thing doesn't happen again,"
Tao Ming stood up. "Let's leave it at that this time. Next time, no one can withdraw funds without my approval."
"Tao Ming, you're something else."
Peng Chuanwei stared at Tao Ming in surprise, seemingly not recognizing him. "You've grown quite capable, even trying to control me. Don't you know what your job is?"
"No matter what I do, the decision is in my hands."
Tao Ming finished speaking and turned to leave.
"What a piece of trash."
Peng Chuanwei muttered under his breath.

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