[Urban] Hidden Rules (Complete) - Part 2

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Chapter Eleven: Approaching

Zhou Yan wasn't exactly a saint, and besides, she'd dragged others into trouble before, though not with much skill.

She considered it and decided to start with "work." Since that tender, young girl was willing to pursue a modeling career, she must value fame and fortune. Offering her some work opportunities would be the best way to get to the point. Having devised her plan, she executed it.

While finding someone at school wasn't difficult, she didn't know the girl's name. For two days, she tried to run into her under the pretext of visiting the principal and her former teachers, but to no avail. Then, unexpectedly, on the third day, just after school ended, dark clouds covered the sky, and soon large raindrops began to pour down. Zhou Yan's car had just arrived at the gate, and before she could even drive in, she saw the girl she was looking for carrying a plain-colored umbrella, clutching her schoolbag, and walking out with her head down. She walked quickly because of the heavy rain, but her umbrella was small and already worn. Zhou Yan noticed that the crotch of her trousers was soaked through, clinging thinly to her legs, revealing glimpses of the skin beneath.

Needless to say, those calves were extremely beautiful; she was truly suited to be a model, Zhou Yan thought.

Sun Qiao was startled by a car horn, then her path was blocked by the front of a Mercedes. This wasn't uncommon; as mentioned earlier, this school focused on cultivating talented individuals, so its gates were constantly teeming with suitors. Sun Qiao was also pretty, and although she couldn't be chosen as the school beauty due to her family's financial situation, she had an excellent reputation among the boys, often described with words like "pure as an orchid."

She was about to walk around it when the headlights flashed, and the wipers revealed a blurry figure. However, judging from the outline, Sun Qiao thought it was a woman, so she walked closer to the car and peered into the driver's seat.

What she saw made her excited.

"Miss Zhou!"

Zhou Yan leaned forward, opened the right-side car door, and gestured for Sun Qiao to come in and talk.

Sun Qiao felt awkward and embarrassed. She hesitated for a moment as she stepped inside; the car interior was beautiful, with light-colored leather seats, expensive-looking wood trim on the door panels, and pure white floor mats. She didn't know where to put her umbrella after closing it.

"Come in quickly, it's raining heavily outside, be careful not to catch a cold," Zhou Yan urged, gripping the steering wheel. After a moment's thought, she took a reusable bag and a clean small handkerchief from a small box beside her and handed them to Sun Qiao.

Sun Qiao gave this beautiful model, whom she hadn't even met a week ago but had idolized, a grateful look. She carefully put her umbrella into the reusable bag, then got into the car, sat down, and closed the door, wiping her hands with the handkerchief Zhou Yan had given her.

"Class is over?" Zhou Yan asked, trying to start a conversation.

"Yes, there's no self-study today. After two English classes and one physical education class, I can go home." Sun Qiao was eager to talk to her idol and explained earnestly.

"Is the physical education class taught by Zhou Shaoyan?"

"Yes, how did you know?"

"She taught me too. She's a spinster in her forties, quite strict, but a good teacher. You have to learn from her. A girl's temperament is 30% natural and 70% about her demeanor. You can't do it without practicing diligently."

Zhou Shaoyan was a beauty when she was young, but she was too arrogant. She was born to be a top model, but she didn't understand the "rules" and stubbornly resisted. She didn't think much of it when she was young, but now many of her classmates live in mansions and drive luxury cars. They came from the same classroom, and she's still teaching physical education while others are already sitting in the front row at Milan Fashion Week.

So, if you want to make a living in this industry, you can't look back, because what you want won't be there. You have to seize every opportunity, keep climbing, and never stop.

Zhou Shaoyan is a negative example. In Zhou Yan's view, being chaste is not wrong, but one must have the means to achieve it. Her family has no officials, no sons, yet she plays the high-minded card. Now, she doesn't even have a man willing to support her. At her age, she teaches at a school, while her students become celebrities like a revolving door. What has she gained? Just a Hyundai Elantra to get off work! Fate. Zhou Yan had long since come to terms with it—being a model in the entertainment industry, that hymen is something you have to give up. A woman's hymen is meant to be broken by a man. Whether it's broken by a lover or by someone else, there's no real difference; it's just a moment of pain and heartbreak. Frankly, there's nothing to care about. Once the hymen is broken, the path opens up. In this line of work, you have to pave the way with your body. If someone is interested in your hymen and willing to pay a high price to break it, that's a blessing.

One Zhou Yan became a supermodel, shining brightly under the spotlight; the other Zhou Shaoyan devoted twenty years to a spiritual project, burning herself to illuminate others. The saying "different people, different fates" probably describes this perfectly.

Chapter Twelve: The Layout.

Outside, the rain was heavy, and the roads were difficult to navigate. The crisscrossing roads were decorated with a long red dragon by car taillights. Zhou Yan patted the steering wheel, took her foot off the accelerator, and rotated her ankle to rest. Sun Qiao then noticed that Zhou Yan was barefoot, wearing a thin chain on her ankle with a small, sparkling diamond at the clasp. Sun Qiao couldn't help but scrutinize Zhou Yan from head to toe.

She looked even younger today, her hair braided into a crooked braid that hung down to her chest. She wore minimal makeup, only some mascara, an orange short-sleeved shirt with a large monkey print, and low-waisted jeans with distressed holes on the outer thighs. Combined with a leather bracelet adorned with rivets on her wrist, she looked both sexy and cool, with a touch of innocence.

Sun Qiao also glanced at herself, finding herself utterly unremarkable. Sitting next to the radiant Zhou Yan, she was just an insignificant grain of sand.

"Let's listen to some music, we're stuck in traffic anyway," Zhou Yan said with a helpless gesture, winking at Sun Qiao. She then touched a screen, quickly selecting a song: Lady Gaga's "Just Dance," a powerful and catchy tune that made the traffic jam seem less unbearable.

Long afterward, Sun Qiao would remember this day, thanks to the woman beside her, the shock she and her luxury car had caused, and the impact of that emotion. Yes, it was this kind of impact that changed her life, which had been as clear as still water, adding color to that pool, making it no longer dull and lifeless, but also forever stripping it of its crystal-clear clarity.

Life is a constant cycle of gaining and losing.

Gaining things that seem incredibly important now, but which you immediately regret; losing things that seem insignificant now, but which you can never get back once lost.

If time could turn back, Sun Qiao would never have boarded this train, nor would she have wanted to meet this woman—a beautiful woman who was also dark and cunning.

Sun Qiao's home was behind the railway bridge; the road was poorly maintained, making it difficult for cars to navigate, a bumpy, potholed ride.

"Miss Zhou, I can get off here. You've already gone to so much trouble."

"Don't mention it. In this rain, I have to make sure you get home safely. I have a car, don't I?"

Sun Qiao thought for a moment, "This car doesn't seem to be the same one as last time."

Zhou Yan smiled, "I have many cars; I drive whichever I feel like." Last time it was an Audi A4; she had been deliberately discreet because she was going to school. She glanced at Sun Qiao and knew that the light in her eyes was one of envy.

The car pulled up in front of an old building. Piles of garbage, not promptly collected into bins, were scattered everywhere by the rain. Zhou Yan frowned; she couldn't believe such "dead corners" existed in Beijing. "This building must be from the 80s, right?"

"It's quite old, it belonged to the railway company," Sun Qiao said after a moment's thought. "Originally, someone was in charge of collecting the garbage, but later the garbage disposal fees were never paid in full, so the workers would strike and protest every few days."

Zhou Yan simply grunted in agreement.

Looking at her dilapidated home so close by, and then at the small patch of land she was currently in, Sun Qiao felt a stark contrast—this was the epitome of difference. As a model, she was inseparable from fashion. Sun Qiao knew the car was a Mercedes-Benz S500, with a base price of 1.58 million yuan. Zhou Yan's car was even more luxurious, like driving a house on the street. And she had several cars—how could one person drive them all?

Neighbors hurrying home, despite the heavy rain, couldn't resist their curiosity and turned to look at the beautiful car and the person inside.

Sun Qiao exchanged a glance with a neighbor she knew well through the car window, then decided she couldn't linger any longer. She thanked Zhou Yan and prepared to get out.

Zhou Yan said, "Give me your phone number so I can contact you."

Sun Qiao was overjoyed, her emotions written all over her beautiful face, more delicate than jade. She obediently gave her number and thanked her profusely.

Zhou Yan simply said, "It's nothing. I just remembered there's a car show at the end of the month. I don't take these kinds of jobs. But the pay is pretty good, so I wanted to recommend you."

Sun Qiao had heard that car shows pay well, around three to five thousand yuan a day, the work isn't too tiring, and the hours aren't long. She really had met a lucky person.

After parting ways with Zhou Yan and returning home, the news that she had had the car delivered spread like wildfire. The familiar neighbor was sitting in their house.

"I say, Sun's mother, you're so lucky to have such a beautiful daughter. You'll be enjoying the good life from now on!"

Sun Qiao's mother was beaming. As soon as she saw Sun Qiao enter, she immediately took her umbrella and schoolbag, and told her to quickly take off her wet clothes. Sun Qiao didn't want to talk to the neighbor much anyway, so she just greeted her and went back to her room.

By the time she finally changed and came out, the neighbor had already said goodbye and left, leaving her parents staring at each other, daydreaming.

"Jiaojiao," Sun's mother called her daughter by her nickname, "Who brought you home today?"

Knowing she couldn't refuse her parents' curiosity, Sun Qiao told them everything. Sun's mother beamed, "I knew my daughter was extraordinary! She's met such a benefactor so early; she'll definitely become a supermodel.

Did your sister Zhou give you her phone number? If she forgot to introduce you, you'd better remind her. She's busy and easily forgets; we're counting on her help."

Sun Qiao twirled a strand of hair around her finger and whispered, "I forgot to ask… but she did ask for my number."

"You silly girl! What a great opportunity! Just let her ask; it would have been so natural." Her mother glared and complained. "Just let it happen

naturally. Don't blame the child; she's still so young." Sun's father, who had been silent for a while, finally spoke up to smooth things over. He had high hopes for his daughter, but also felt guilty that his disability had hindered her, making her shoulder the family's financial burden too early.

Sun Qiao obediently went to her father's side and massaged his arm—she knew his joints would ache terribly on rainy days. But her father never said a word, always gritting his teeth and enduring it alone, pretending nothing was wrong during the day. However, she had heard him groan softly in pain when she went to the bathroom at night, a sound that haunted her adolescence, lingering in her mind, refusing to fade…

Chapter Thirteen: Trouble.

Sun's mother was completely overthinking things. Little did she know that someone had already laid a large net, and the target was none other than her precious, blossoming young daughter.

A job opportunity was coming soon.

Sun Qiao received a call from Zhou Yan one evening. During the call, Zhou Yan told her that the auto show started at 10:00 AM this Friday and would last for three days. Because makeup and styling would take a lot of time, Zhou Yan instructed her to arrive at the International Trade Center exhibition hall at 7:00 AM to prepare. She also gave some specific instructions and contact information, but didn't mention them.

Sun Qiao had already taken leave from school and canceled her shopping trip with classmates. Since it was a private job, she didn't dare tell anyone. She felt a little apprehensive, but mostly excited, as if accepting the job Zhou Yan introduced would bring her one step closer to her dream.

Zhou Yan had just ended a call with Sun Qiao, her smug expression still lingering, when she received a multimedia message.

"Dear Zhou, I want to make love to you tonight!!!" Scrolling down, she saw a picture of a man's large penis, clearly the size of a European's, as thick as a child's arm. Zhou Yan reflexively felt a tingling sensation in her lower body, feeling intensely resistant and disgusted.

While Zhou Yan didn't have any concerns about virginity, as a stunning beauty in her prime, she had no shortage of men—in fact, so many that they almost made her nauseous. Regarding her sexual needs, she was very frank: generally, twice a week was enough. As for the endless sex with Westerners, she probably wouldn't be interested until she was forty—provided that "forty is like a tiger" was truly a reality.

Zhou Yan scoffed, initially dismissing it—since entering this industry at sixteen, she'd seen all sorts of men. However, these two were a bit more troublesome for two reasons.

First, they were foreigners, and foreigners think differently from Chinese people; she couldn't simply copy their methods.

Second, there was the video they possessed—to be honest, she was genuinely worried.

After much thought, she devised a risky plan.

Night fell, and the Workers' Stadium area, Beijing's nightclub hub, was illuminated. Zhou Yan's favorite was Coco, because it wasn't frequented by many children; it was mostly adults, and after midnight there were hot black performances. Zhou Yan had once whistled at a black man dancing energetically, and once almost got groped by some black men in the audience—luckily, she wasn't famous then, and it was a close call. Things

were different now. Before leaving, Zhou Yan meticulously prepared herself. She looked in the mirror—even her own mother wouldn't recognize her now.

So, that very night, at the brightly lit entrance of the Workers' Stadium, appeared a woman who was unforgettable at first sight.

She had specially reserved a sofa against the wall on the second floor, ordered a bottle of Chivas Regal, and mentally reviewed her plan once more.

Adam and Joseph arrived half an hour later than Zhou Yan. After giving their table number, a staff member led them inside. Coco was already bustling with activity, people jostling shoulder to shoulder, leaving no gaps. If you didn't follow closely, you would have gotten separated from the people in front. The two men were tall and handsome, and many Chinese girls threw them flirty glances and blew them kisses as they passed by. However, their new prey hadn't had enough fun yet and weren't very interested in these low-key wildflowers, glancing at them and moving on. Still relying on their hands? How can that be enjoyable? Forum reputation guaranteed! High-quality silicone video of Fan Bingbing's genitals, molded to a highly realistic shape, with soft and delicate skin! Built-in large bumps closely mimic female anatomy for a more realistic experience... Intense and irresistible! Click to enter.

When the two arrived on the second floor, they found several men playing dice around a sofa in the corner. A staff member led them over; their tall figures were impossible to miss. The men turned around, revealing a woman in the middle, stunning everyone!

A fiery red lightning bolt was painted on the left side of her face, which was painted very white, and her lips were also fiery red. Her right eye wore a fan-shaped false eyelash, two or three centimeters long, which was also fiery red. When she blinked, the feather seemed to brush against your heart...

Actually, just by looking at her face, the two foreigners could not recognize Zhou Yan, because they had quite different impressions of her. They were both beautiful people, but it was not easy to associate them together, especially since she was dressed up tonight. If it weren't for her tall and outstanding figure, the two would definitely think she was some other beautiful woman, not Zhou Yan.

"My friend's here, I'm not playing with you guys anymore." Zhou Yan clapped her hands and stood up, her presence drawing attention from two beautiful women. The men and women on the surrounding sofas frequently turned their heads to look at her—Zhou Yan's tall, 1.77-meter figure, petite and delicate S-curve, was quite eye-catching. Her fiery red knitted sleeveless vest, higher on the left and lower on the right, formed a crescent shape from the side, with crystal-encrusted tassels hanging along the edges, just like her eyelashes, making one want to touch them and then curse, "Witch."

"You're so late." The witch, wearing tight black skinny jeans, let out a soft moan and threw herself into the arms of one of the tall foreigners. The foreigner hugged her tightly, squeezing her into his arms, which gave everyone a secret thrill, as if she were in his own arms. Her two long, straight legs pressed against the foreigner's body, and the round, perky buttocks in his hands, made one want to grab them and ravage them.

“Baby, it’s the time we agreed on. You’re early.” Adam pulled Zhou Yan closer, letting her lean against his chest. His lips gently licked her earlobe, his warm breath tickling her ear, making her tremble slightly. She could feel the man’s lower body pressed against hers, his thick, savage penis that had once made her scream rubbing against her full, round buttocks.

The men who had been playing dice with Zhou Yan, seeing they hadn’t gotten anything out of her, left and returned to their seats, but their eyes were still glued to her, wishing they could take the seats with the two foreigners—this woman was incredibly flirtatious, always clinging to foreign men. They saw her leaning against one of the foreigners while passionately kissing another, their four hands roaming over her body… They could even see one of them rubbing his penis against her through the thin fabric.

“Damn, it’s only real pleasure to fuck a woman like this,” one said with some regret.

"They like foreign guns, those big things, they can rip a hole apart," another said.

"Damn, I can rip a hole apart too," a third said.

Just as these men were fantasizing about Zhou Yan, Joseph was kissing their goddess of desire. Zhou Yan was also a skilled kisser; her tongue seemed to have a soul, entwining with his tongue tip, sometimes shyly resisting, sometimes teasing and provocatively entwining. The two kissed heavily, their bodies burning as if on fire. Joseph, while kissing, couldn't wait to press Zhou Yan into the corner of the three-seater sofa, pinning her firmly beneath him. His large hands pressed against her, constantly caressing the skin of her waist, like a thirsty traveler in the desert, Zhou Yan being his only oasis.

His body was so hot, yet the woman's waist felt cool. He kneaded her even more forcefully, his fingertips slipping under her clothes. Her waist was so slender, it seemed about to break—he wished they weren't in this public place, so he could ride her and thrust into her relentlessly, or perhaps this public place would allow him to openly pull down her pants and fuck her, right there in front of thousands of people, fucking this Chinese woman to death. Chapter

Fourteen: Escape

At this moment, a few guests nearby started chatting, staring at a certain erotic corner: "Old Ding, see that? That's why Chinese women don't come to us for one-night stands anymore. They can't compare to the foreigners' big stuff. Look at that guy on top." He pointed and gestured: "Look at his dick, it's almost sticking out of his pants. Judging by the size, it's probably a foot long. Using that to fuck a woman, wouldn't he fuck her to death with pleasure!"

"That's right!" Old Ding chimed in. "To be honest, Chinese men are intelligent, and they're not bad-looking either. It's just that their penises aren't as powerful as those of Europeans. Europeans and Americans have big ones, and not only big, but also thick. Otherwise, why would Chinese women be chasing after foreigners, even crying and begging for them? You think it's all for green cards? Pshaw, there aren't that many green cards to get—they're all after big dicks. They've only been fucked by foreign dicks once or twice, and they've gotten a taste for it. Now they're obsessed with foreigners. These damn sluts, these living whores!"

Another person said, "You're not just being sour grapes, are you? Look at that girl, she's pretty, with nice breasts ." "You're so thin you can't even get your hands on her, so you call Chinese women cheap. Are you afraid she'll look down on you because your 'thing' is too small and pathetic?"

he joked. A moment later, his eyes widened involuntarily. The foreigner had secretly slipped his hand into her bra through the seam of her clothes. From his angle, he could see clearly: the woman's bra was stretched taut, and under the thin fabric, he could see the shape of a hand—the foreigner's wolfish hand was kneading her left breast. He was pinning the woman down on the sofa like a hen, kissing and kneading her breasts, while his lower body pressed against her through her pants, making the men around them drool with envy, wishing they could be on top of her instead.

Adam, growing increasingly annoyed, pushed Joseph away, saying, "You've been kissing for twenty minutes already, give me a kiss too." Just as Joseph was about to get up, a staff member approached and warned, "Please sit up in this public place."

Zhou Yan, her body trembling, pushed away the person pressing down on her, glancing sideways at the staff member as he gracefully brushed a strand of hair aside. She calmly sat up straight, only to feel a sudden tightness around her waist as Adam pulled her onto his lap. Without any hesitation, they kissed in front of the staff, the man's large, tanned hands still tracing her waist... The naked skin reached beneath her clothes, being fondled and kneaded. To outsiders, her slender waist, already delicate enough to be encircled by a single hand, was incredibly cute and pitiful. Combined with her honey-like skin, glistening and radiant, it was dazzling. As the man's hand slowly moved upwards, little by little, her breasts were revealed, even the alluring curve of her lower edge was faintly visible… The man was aroused, his desire burning, his penis hard. But the foreigner only went this far; he stopped lifting the fabric, effectively trapping the man's curiosity within that small patch of cloth, making it impossible to look away for a long time.

The staff member was helpless; he couldn't interfere with the kissing and touching. After watching for a while without any further action, he turned and went downstairs.

Zhou Yan was exceptionally enthusiastic today, taking the initiative to straddle Adam's waist, pressing her hips against his through his clothes. She could feel his excitement; his penis was fully erect, its astonishing size bulging, eager for a full-blown orgasm. The scorching heat, even through two layers of fabric, burned into her heart, making her recall the scenes of being brutally penetrated and fucked by these two men, filling her with lingering fear. She wrapped her arms around the man's neck, her fingertips tracing the thick hair on the back of his neck, her mind racing with ideas.

She and the two men were entangled in passionate kisses, and before they knew it, it was late at night. Zhou Yan then had them play dice; the loser had to drink, and the winner had to kiss her. By nearly one in the morning, the two foreigners, who had both won and lost, had drunk quite a bit and were starting to feel dizzy. Joseph and Adam were already fed up with this half-hearted activity, wanting to leave and find a better place to have their fun, but Zhou Yan was in high spirits, so they had no choice but to play along. Their penises were throbbing so hard they could only vent their frustration by kissing her hard.

After one round, Joseph won, and Zhou Yan coquettishly poured Adam a drink, then seductively straddled him. She became increasingly bold, tightly embracing the foreigner's waist, her lower body grinding against him through his pants. Joseph felt a pleasurable pain in his penis, which swelled even more, the veins throbbing with his heartbeat. Zhou Yan continued to grind against him while kissing him, her long legs tightening around him, making Joseph increasingly dizzy. He whispered, "I want you, I love you."

Zhou Yan pretended not to hear, continuing her vigorous grinding, teasing his almost-drawn penis. Joseph's legs were clamped between Zhou Yan's... Feeling uncomfortable with her phone in her left trouser pocket, she took it out and put it on the table…

At that moment, the lights went out, and three seconds later, a spotlight shone on the stage. A strikingly beautiful black actor, dressed in a very sexy angel costume, appeared on stage. Zhou Yan jumped up excitedly, bumping into the table behind her and knocking her phone and handbag to the ground. Joseph and Adam were both a little tipsy, but they still remembered their gentlemanly manners and reached out to help her up. Zhou Yan rubbed her waist and the sore spot before picking up the items and handing one of the phones to Joseph.

Screams erupted throughout the venue as the black man began his energetic dance, igniting a frenzy. The man Zhou Yan whistled at was undoubtedly incredibly skilled. The spotlight followed his every move, his gleaming black muscles bulging with each dance, his waist jiggling as if powered by a motor. Every movement was sexy and precise, exuding masculine power and captivating charm, sparking fantasies—could one handle making love with him?

Zhou Yan swayed to his movements, attracting a sizable crowd. She was beautiful, tall and well-proportioned, wearing exaggerated makeup that was impossible to ignore. Two tall, handsome foreign men behind her occasionally groped her as she turned. The nightclub was instantly packed, filled with cheers and applause, creating a lively atmosphere.

They made noise until almost three o'clock. Zhou Yan was exhausted, her hair was damp with sweat and stuck to her face. She grabbed her sequined bag and said to Adam, "I'm going to the restroom to touch up my makeup. We'll leave when I get back. You guys pick a place."

Her soft voice trailed off, her words full of suggestive allure.

The two foreigners thought they had finally witnessed the main event of the night, exchanging lustful glances...

The real show began five or six minutes after Zhou Yan went to the restroom...

The next day's entertainment headline read: "This morning, after receiving a tip from the public, Chinese police quickly responded and arrested two foreign drug users at the famous Cocobanana nightclub in the city, seizing a total of 20 grams of methamphetamine and other drugs from them..."

Chapter Fifteen: The Price (High H) Lu Zhanjiang, the captain

of the anti-drug squad

, stood with his back to the office door. He was tall and straight, his uniform neat and tidy, looking dashing. From the movement of his buttocks, one could tell that he was engaged in the secret affair of lovemaking...

"How long has it been since I fucked you, you slut! You still remember your uncle? You're so disrespectful, fuck!"

Lu Zhanjiang, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, cursed as he continued to puff on the cigarette. Judging from their position, he had only unbuttoned the front of his pants, not even removing his belt, before thrusting his large, firm penis into the woman's vagina, making her heart tremble. The woman was completely naked from the waist down, her pubic hair sparsely trimmed into a rectangular shape, her slender legs spread apart and resting on the edge of the table. She wore a summer short-sleeved uniform from the criminal investigation team, all the buttons undone, her bra pushed down to her armpits, revealing her small but firm breasts, the small nipples red and tender, standing upright. The captain was standing between her legs, his penis thrusting in and out of her vagina repeatedly, each time to the hilt, making it feel incredibly pleasurable and powerful.

"Uncle... Uncle... Your niece is still... young, please be gentle, your big cock... is fucking me to death." The woman groaned, her eyes tightly closed, letting the large penis below fiercely thrust into her vagina. Lu Zhanjiang was indeed well-endowed. As a former special police officer, he was naturally tall and strong, and his long-term training had given him excellent skills. He also had a thick, large penis, so the woman was afraid of him fucking her, fearing that his reckless fucking would ruin her body. However, this time, in order to deal with those two even more terrifying foreigners, she had no choice but to sacrifice herself.

"Young? That's right, who would fuck you if you weren't young!" Lu Zhanjiang thrust again. This little pussy was so tight and tender, he couldn't get enough of it. But normally, he couldn't afford such a feast. This time, he got a good deal, how could he not take it? He was determined to have his fill first! He grabbed the woman's leg and folded it towards her chest—revealing her entire vulva. Her delicate labia were wet, glistening, and slightly swollen. The small slit in the middle was stretched to its limit by his large member, struggling to hold his massive cock. His eyes reddened as he watched, and he followed suit, squatting on the table to fuck her, thrusting and pounding into this exquisite slut he rarely got to play with.

"So Uncle likes to fuck the young. You men are all the same, wishing you could fuck your granddaughter." The woman chuckled, then was thrust into again, letting out a muffled groan. Her tender vulva struggled to take in the large penis, sucking and soothing it back and forth—although Lu Zhanjiang's member wasn't as long as Joseph's or as thick as Adam's, it was still a considerable size by Chinese standards. Her vulva was naturally small, and she practiced yoga regularly, so despite the frequent sex, it hadn't affected its tightness at all.

The captain, aroused by her scolding, straightened his back, straddled her, pressed down on her thighs, and thrust wildly up and down. The woman's flower cave was filled tightly by that thing, feeling both sore and swollen, both pleasant and unpleasant. When he entered, it felt like he was stabbing into her stomach, making her heart flutter with panic. When he withdrew, she felt empty and adrift inside, longing for him to thrust in hard again, to fuck her until her soul was scattered.

"You slut! Is Uncle serving you well? Is it good? Hmm?" He asked as he thrust into her, each thrust hitting her pubic bone with such force that it felt like he was about to pierce through her tender flesh. "Don't think I don't know you and Old Wang from the Cultural Bureau aren't innocent either... You always call him 'godfather' so enthusiastically, I bet this 'father' has 'fucked' you quite a bit, hasn't he?" The

woman's lower body was gripping his large member, sucking and teasing it, thoroughly enjoying herself, moaning and panting softly, she said, "That old bastard, he's shameless, he just loves to play incest and fuck his daughter, but everyone knows he doesn't have a daughter, so he clings to me to fuck him, making me call him 'Dad,' otherwise he can't ejaculate, it's so annoying! Actually, my real dad treats me very well, unlike him, all he knows is fucking me."

“Ignore him, Uncle will take care of you!” Lu Zhanjiang lewdly, sucking on her nipple while his penis continued to thrust thousands of times, becoming tighter and tighter inside. He spread Zhou Yan’s legs apart to make it easier for him to penetrate, staring at the point where the two were joined, watching his penis thrust into the tender hole of this slut.

“You’re not much better. Remember when we first met, what did you say? You told me to treat you like my uncle, to protect me in the future, to stand up for me… um, gently, gently… but I saw through you long ago…

you weren’t really protecting me, you just wanted to… fuck me.” Zhou Yan laughed, her body trembling, her vagina clenching tightly. She had been played with by the captain for almost two hours. Although she had avoided the two foreign guns, this domestic product was becoming increasingly difficult to handle.

Lu Zhanjiang lit another cigarette, took a deep drag, and was already at his limit, eager to ejaculate from Zhou Yan's wet and tender little pussy. But he wasn't done yet; he needed to slow down and have another round to satisfy himself—once Zhou Yan left this door, who knew when he'd get to her again? Even if Director Wang, Mayor Liu, or Bank Manager Zhang had their fill, it wouldn't be his turn yet.

"Uncle, my back aches, you've made it so sore..." Zhou Yan pouted, acting coquettishly, thinking: Why hasn't this forty-something guy ejaculated yet?

Lu Zhanjiang glanced at the slut beneath him: "Good niece, don't rush. You're so pretty, you're just for your uncle to fuck. If your uncle doesn't do it, there's always 'Daddy' to do it. Just accept it!" He put a cigarette in his mouth, freeing both hands to lift Zhou Yan up. He was incredibly strong, no less so than a foreigner. He let Zhou Yan's back press against his chest, then thrust his penis back in. He carried her to the official mirror, holding her against the gleaming surface: "Look carefully, see how your uncle fucks you!"

Zhou Yan saw in the mirror that the man in uniform behind her was still perfectly dressed, his upper body the appearance of a policeman, upright and stern. Only the buttons on his trousers were undone, his thick, long penis thrusting inside her—a true beast in uniform. This beast held her naked from the waist down in his arms, like a child urinating, with her legs draped over his arms, her vulva wide open, making it easy for his huge cock to thrust in and out. His thick, long thing thrust in and out wildly, trying to tear her tender hole apart, and with their heavy breathing, the thrusting became faster and faster...

"Slut! You whore who needs to be fucked, Uncle will fuck you to death, fuck you to death, fuck you to death!" Lu Zhanjiang cursed through gritted teeth, his hands gripping her buttocks and inner thighs, his penis thrusting and pounding until, with three consecutive shouts of "Fuck you to death," he finally ejaculated, his semen all entering Zhou Yan's vagina. Zhou Yan was also sprayed with the hot semen, her vagina contracting rapidly, unable to hold back, and she also climaxed.

The unfortunate Joseph and Adam are still being held in the detention center, waiting for their lawyer to come and pick them up. However, Zhou Yan doesn't intend to pursue the matter relentlessly. Although she has some connections within China, this kind of frame-up isn't entirely foolproof. She's already achieved her goal of getting her phone back and destroying the recording; this move is just a side effect, a warning to prevent them from bothering her again.

However, she didn't expect—the matter is far from over…

The next chapter is about Sun Qiao. Sun Qiao is very innocent and develops her character slowly; I think everyone will like her more. There's some angst later on, so if you're not into that, skip it.

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Chapter Sixteen: First Encounter

If Sun Qiao were to reflect on her entire adolescence someday in the future, July 2009 would definitely be a key day she mentions. This day was undoubtedly a crucial moment that changed the trajectory of her life, regardless of whether the change was beneficial or detrimental, whether she hoped for it or not. She was like a small boat adrift at sea, unable to move forward or backward, with no choice but to drift with the current…

The weather was hot, and she felt stuffy from the moment she woke up. She didn't know if it was because of the rain in the evening. Zhou Yan had told her to be at the International Trade Center by seven o'clock, so she got up at five to wash up. Her parents hadn't gotten up yet. She quietly opened the door and slipped out.

It took her fifteen minutes to reach the bus stop. There were quite a few people waiting for the bus. Sun Qiao was actually afraid of being in crowds. She disliked the smell of sweat on people's bodies in the summer. When riding the bus, people were packed together, and it was inevitable that they would bump into each other. This made it difficult for her to adapt to the strange smell of other people's bodies all day.

As usual, Sun Qiao always attracted a lot of attention. In addition to her pretty face, her height always drew attention. When people looked at her, they would pause after looking at her face and upper body, and then immediately look at her legs and feet—basically, they wanted to see if she was wearing high heels. Sun Qiao is 1.78 meters tall, which is above average for most men, so there's no need for her to wear high heels;

in fact, it would just make her look even stranger. Of course, there are exceptions, like events, but then she's not the only one wearing them; a group of tall girls wearing them together makes her stand out. "This girl is quite pretty, tall and beautiful," an older woman couldn't help but compliment her.

The ticket seller hadn't looked closely when Sun Qiao boarded, mainly because there were too many people, but now that she saw her, wow, she really is a tall girl: "You must be 1.8 meters tall, right?"

Sun Qiao shook her head: "I'm still 2 centimeters short." Remembering that this was her first time taking the Special Line 3, and she wasn't quite sure about the station names, she asked, "I'm going to Guomao, do I get off at Dabeiyao?" "Going to Guomao? Dabeiyao Bridge North is closer, you can change your stop here, it's just one more stop!"

Sun Qiao waved and passed the passengers in front of her, finally managing to move to the door, where she had to stand on the steps to avoid being squeezed by others.

From the ticket seller's angle, she could see the right half of Sun Qiao's face. Her smooth, firm skin made one sigh at the beauty of youth. Her long, curled eyelashes fluttered like a porcelain doll's. A thought struck her: "There's a car show at the China World Trade Center today. Are you going to be a car model, young lady?"

Sun Qiao was taken aback, not expecting anyone to ask, but there was no point in hiding it, so she nodded. "Being a car model must be very lucrative, right?"

Sun Qiao smiled, just as the bus arrived at the stop. "It's my first time, I don't know yet."

After saying goodbye to the enthusiastic ticket seller, Sun Qiao followed Zhou Yan's instructions to the China World Trade Center exhibition hall. Because everything was arranged so well, Sun Qiao easily found the person she was supposed to meet. The person led Sun Qiao to fill out a form, print her ID card, and asked for her measurements and shoe size before leading her backstage to get her makeup done. There were already seven or eight models getting their makeup done, and some assistants were arranging costumes. "Xiao Qin, you do her makeup!" the man said again. "Sun Qiao, sit here and wait a few minutes. I'll take you to try on clothes when you're done."

Sun Qiao found it strange. When she first entered the dressing room, no one paid much attention to her, but after this man chose a makeup artist for her, he frequently glanced at her, looking her up and down. Some of these glances were curious, some were puzzled, some were inquisitive, and some were coldly glanced at before turning back to their own business.

The makeup artist named Xiao Qin had very good skin, and his eyebrows and features were obviously done, but he wasn't as annoying as the average man who did makeup. Seeing Sun Qiao looking him over, he smiled slightly: "What's your name?" "My name is Sun Qiao, Sun as in Sun Wukong, and Li as in pretty." "Why do you say Sun as in Sun Wukong, and not Sun as in the descendants of Yan and Huang?" Xiao Qin joked with her.

Sun Qiao smiled and readily agreed, "Anything is fine, it's all the same word."

Xiao Qin had been in this line of work for a while and guessed that this young girl, who looked quite young, probably had a powerful background. Generally, unless she was a big star, he wouldn't be there to serve her. Although he hadn't heard of Sun Qiao, he didn't dare to be slow. He laid out his makeup tools and began applying makeup, carefully asking if she had any allergies.

As they were talking and applying makeup, discussing which type of false eyelashes to use, Xiao Qin suggested single lashes because they would look more natural. Sun Qiao, of course, didn't care, as long as it didn't make her eyes water. Just then, they heard the sound of high heels approaching from afar—"Xiao Qin, didn't you say you were waiting for me? Why are you doing someone else's makeup? Who is this person?" The newcomer's tone was arrogant, with an air of self-importance. Sun Qiao had just finished applying her eyeshadow when she turned to look at the person who had come in—it was also a model, very tall, with a bare face and slightly sleepy eyes. At first glance, the person looked vaguely familiar, but Sun Qiao couldn't quite place who it was or where she had seen them before.

"Sister Feifei, this is extra work Director Wang gave me. Please bear with me, I'll be almost done soon." Xiao Qin wasn't in a hurry. He had seen how big stars could throw tantrums before; the more you indulged them, the angrier they became. It was better not to play the submissive role. He carefully glued each false eyelash to the outer corner of Sun Qiao's eye.

Sun Qiao suddenly realized why the person looked familiar—could it be Chen Jingfei, the Miss World runner-up?

After her makeup was finished, Director Wang personally led her to change her clothes. The silver-white outfit had a futuristic feel; the top had a sailor uniform style, and the bottom was a very short skirt that revealed a bit of her waist. She was arranged to stand next to an Audi concept car, whose color scheme matched her outfit—silver-white with a pearlescent sheen, making it irresistibly appealing.

Although this Audi wasn't the most eye-catching model at the auto show, it was a concept car with a futuristic design and promoted the concept of new fuels, attracting considerable attention. The booth was bustling with people all morning, and some even asked to take photos with Sun Qiao. Visitors were mainly drawn to Sun Qiao's striking beauty and, unusually, her warm gaze, which made her approachable.

At noon, Director Wang handed her an envelope, saying that Zhou Yan wanted her to go to the Park Hyatt Hotel across the street. Upon hearing this, Sun Qiao quickly changed her clothes and went through the underground tunnel.

The Park Hyatt Hotel was the tallest building in Beijing before the completion of the China World Trade Center Phase 3. The Beijing Liang Western Restaurant occupied the floor with the best view. Sun Qiao stepped out of the elevator and walked in, not paying attention to her footing because she was worried Zhou Yan would need the documents she was carrying. The elevator lobby had a stone floor, but the restaurant had hardwood floors. Sun Qiao slipped right at the junction of the two materials and fell backward. "Careful!"

a gentle voice called from behind. Before Sun Qiao could turn around, she saw someone gentlemanly supporting her elbow with just the right amount of force to stop her from falling backward. His other hand supported her waist, but only lightly.

"Thank you," Sun Qiao said quickly, very grateful to the person who saved her from embarrassment in front of everyone. She didn't have time to look closely, only noticing that the person was about 1.8 meters tall and had a refined appearance; she didn't get a good look at his face.

When she delivered the documents, she immediately spotted Zhou Yan. Zhou Yan smiled and greeted her politely, saying, "I'm sorry to have troubled you to deliver them again."

Sun Qiao shook her head, "It's alright as long as I didn't inconvenience you. I'm leaving now."

"Don't go! You haven't eaten yet, have you? Let's eat together." Zhou Yan pulled her inside. Sun Qiao saw a table behind a screen, where someone was already sitting.

"You have guests, so I won't go." Sun Qiao stood rooted to the spot, feeling it wasn't appropriate to eat with Zhou Yan, whom she wasn't very familiar with, especially since she had guests.

"It's alright, have some food. You have work to do this afternoon." Zhou Yan pulled her inside, refusing to let go. A moment later, the person sitting inside also came out to greet them, but his target was behind the two of them.

The person Wang Ju personally greeted was none other than Li Huai Ren, the Minister of Culture, his direct superior. He had asked Zhou Yan to call Sun Qiao over to see how Minister Li would react, so as not to confuse flattery with sycophancy.

Li Huai Ren glanced at Zhou Yan and Sun Qiao and said, "Why don't you two ladies want to have dinner with me?"

Sun Qiao recognized the voice as the one who had just helped her and was startled.

Zhou Yan whispered, "Be open and honest, what's wrong with having a meal? Nobody's after anyone."

Sun Qiao had no choice but to follow her inside and reluctantly sat down.

Chapter Seventeen Li Huai Ren

Putting aside his status, Li Huai Ren wasn't a dislikeable man in himself. He wasn't ugly; in fact, he was quite handsome. He was of average height and not overweight, his beard was clean-shaven, and his clothing and accessories were perfectly appropriate—neither ostentatious nor obscure. What word should be used to describe him? Taste? Refinement? In any case, he possessed an aura that commanded respect without needing to be angry, a kind of quiet authority. This might be related to his long career in politics and the power he wielded.

Actually, even Zhou Yan didn't know he was also a womanizer; it was completely undetectable from his appearance.

Perhaps the higher the rank of an official, the harder it is to guess their thoughts or understand their intentions. So, when Director Wang suddenly proposed a scheme involving women, she was genuinely puzzled. But everyone has preferences; no one is truly without desires—this man was probably the type who hid his desires very well, or rather, enjoyed playing with "romance," unlike Director Wang. Sometimes she would sigh, lamenting that she hadn't met someone like him during her naive teenage years—a man of power and refinement. Now, looking at Li Zhunren through the eyes of a young girl was like trying to see the moon's reflection in water or flowers through mist; she only felt that his scholarly air outweighed his official air, making him a truly exceptional man. She sighed, thinking that everyone has their own destiny, and Sun Qiao was fortunate to have such good fortune so early in her career.

Sun Qiao was seated to the man's left. Later, she learned his surname was Li and that he was a civil servant, but judging from Zhou Yan's attitude towards him, she guessed he wasn't just an ordinary low-level official.

Li Zhunren didn't talk much but was very gentlemanly, serving the ladies attentively. For example, although Sun Qiao understood Western dining etiquette and knew the order of using cutlery from the outside in, and tried her best to avoid making any noise from the clinking of the utensils, her arms soon became a little sore, and she even lost interest in the delicious food, only finishing a bowl of pumpkin soup. Li Huairen quickly noticed her discomfort, so starting with the main courses, he always divided the food on Sun Qiao's plate before touching his own. This made it easy for Sun Qiao to notice another advantage he had—beautiful hands.

Unlike the skin on his face, his hands were a light wheat color, with long, slender fingers, neatly trimmed nails, and rounded fingertips. On his right middle finger, perhaps from writing, there was a thin callus along the edge, and the nail bed was long and a healthy pink—truly clean and beautiful. She observed them so closely because these hands were constantly serving her, swift yet not hurried, like a conductor directing or a painter painting, flowing smoothly and methodically, a pleasing sight to behold.

He also had a sense of humor; for example, he would ask very seriously, his voice tinged with humility: "Little Sun, is there anything good on the ground?" Then he would actually bend down to investigate.

Sun Qiao blushed with embarrassment, her head drooping even lower. Zhou Yan quickly came to her rescue, saying, "We young girls are bound to be nervous when we see someone in official robes, aren't we? Sun Qiao, Mr. Li has been serving you for so long, you should at least say thank you!" She winked at Sun Qiao.

Actually, Sun Qiao had quietly said thank you for every step Li Zhunren had taken for her, but now she could only turn her head back and stare at the second and third buttons of his shirt, saying, "Mr. Li, thank you."

Could the buttons answer you? Li Zhunren sighed, staring at the top of Sun Qiao's head, somewhat lost in thought... Actually, he had just been wondering what kind of background this girl came from. Judging from her appearance and temperament, she shouldn't be a gold digger, because she didn't know how to take advantage of others, and she didn't fawn over him. She had a beautiful small face, a delicate pointed chin, and a pair of bright, intelligent eyes, but her demeanor was quite reserved, as if she was afraid of making a mistake. Little did he know, this young girl was only fifteen, with no social experience whatsoever. Sun Qiao was naturally tall, but today she was made up for work, appearing mature and fashionable, so Li Zhunren couldn't be sure of her background and assumed she was 17 or 18.

He subtly pulled up the rag that was about to slip off Sun Qiao's leg, being careful not to touch her leg. He cleverly avoided any physical contact that might make the young girl uncomfortable, but this didn't stop him from feasting his eyes—the girl's legs were also quite shapely, long, straight, and slender without being skinny.

Sun Qiao also paid slightly more attention to this person than before. Through his action of pulling up the rag, she glanced at his watch. It was a very elegant model, not a well-known Vacheron Constantin, Chopard, Rolex, or Longines. The simple dial featured two lions, without even a small diamond. Although simple and unremarkable, it still seemed quite expensive on his wrist.

Later, she learned that the watch was a domestic product, an Oriental brand, but because it was custom-made by the manufacturer, it wasn't sold on the market, so there was no fear of "running into someone wearing the same watch"—it was a unique item.

This was Sun Qiao's first encounter with Li Huai Ren, which was originally just a very "accidental" opportunity. She thought she would never have the chance to meet this man again—two people with such different backgrounds, cultures, and social circles should have no chance and no need to meet again.

Therefore, when Zhou Yan invited her to play tennis a month after the auto show, she never expected to see this man again.

At last month's auto show, Sun Qiao had a very successful day, taking on three days of freelance work and earning more than 25,000 yuan. She gave 20,000 yuan to her mother to manage, keeping 5,000 yuan for herself, intending to properly thank Zhou Yan. Although she was young, she was a child who had come from a poor background and always understood some social etiquette. She had been thinking that she couldn't accept Zhou Yan's kindness for nothing and had to pick out a gift for her. On another level, Sun Qiao also hoped that Zhou Yan would further support her.

She bought a La Mer face cream gift set at Shin Kong Mitsukoshi. Actually, she knew little about luxury brands, but that was easy to figure out – just buy something a bit more expensive. Even if Zhou Yan didn't use it, it wouldn't be useless if she gave it to someone else. She asked the sales clerk to pack the selected items in a nice-looking box and started thinking about how to give it to Zhou Yan.

Of course, this didn't require much brainpower; Zhou Yan called. That day, Zhou Yan had to rush to a shoot for a cover of Marie Claire magazine, and she also had a pre-arranged interview. She was busy until after 3 PM, thinking Sun Qiao should be getting out of class, so she drove towards Sun Qiao's location without even removing her makeup.

On the way to Sun Qiao's school, Zhou Yan had to pass the back gate of another school. It was also dismissal time, and cars of all brands were vying for parking spaces outside the school gate. However, due to limited space and high demand, the parking lot quickly filled up, and many cars were trying to squeeze into the driveway. Zhou Yan's car was stuck in the traffic jam, which was very frustrating.

Wearing oversized red-rimmed sunglasses, she leaned out of the car and looked ahead. Just then, two boys who looked like high school students emerged side-by-side. Even with Zhou Yan's extensive experience, she couldn't help but admire them; their demeanor was so refined and elegant, and they were also very good-looking. Their clothes were both school uniforms, nothing particularly special, but the cars waiting by the roadside were anything but ordinary—a Land Rover and a BMW X5. Needless to say, they must be wealthy young men studying in this area.

As their car turned the corner, the car blocking Zhou Yan's way moved aside. She didn't have time to look at the handsome young man anymore, turned the steering wheel, and urged the car forward. Fortunately, the rest of the journey went smoothly. She picked up Sun Qiao and breathed a sigh of relief. "There were so many cars today," Zhou Yan remarked. After a short rest, she took a sip of her mineral water. Seeing Sun Qiao hand her a paper bag with a La Mer logo, she asked, "What's this?"

Sun Qiao was a little embarrassed, mainly because she had never given gifts before. She simply said, "I think Sister Zhou has great skin, so I bought this. Thank you for taking care of me."

Zhou Yan understood her intentions perfectly and, without hesitation, took the bag. "Okay, no need to be so polite. I'll consider you my little sister from now on, and you'll get a share of all the good things in the future."

Sun Qiao was also happy, and the two chatted and laughed all the way to a high-end club.

On the way, Zhou Yan gave Sun Qiao a lesson, sharing her experiences as a model and advising her to learn more sports, such as tennis and golf, saying they might come in handy someday. Sun Qiao remembered that Zhou Yan had been a spokesperson for an international tennis apparel brand, and felt very enlightened, listening to her advice without question.

Upon arriving at the club, Zhou Yan first bought her a tennis outfit. It looked youthful and pretty; the top was yellow and white, perfectly complementing Sun Qiao's fair skin, and the bottom was a white skirt with thin yellow trim, paired with matching sneakers. However, the price was shockingly high; Sun Qiao glanced at the price tag—over two thousand yuan. "Sister Zhou, maybe...maybe next time..." Sun Qiao said hesitantly, as she only had a little over one hundred yuan on her; the outfit was too expensive. “Call me 'sister,' and I'll buy it for you.” “How can I let you buy it?” Sun Qiao quickly stopped her. “I’ll learn to play tennis with you next time, sister.” “Don’t refuse, people will laugh at you!” Zhou Yan pretended to be unhappy. “You even gave me La Mer, and I accepted it. Should I pay you back now?”

Sun Qiao felt embarrassed to refuse again and nodded, accepting the gift.

The two went to the women’s changing room to change. The place was very spacious and luxurious. Sun Qiao thought that this was the life of the rich. Their enjoyment was indeed superior. Even the combination locks on the lockers were fingerprint recognition.

Zhou Yan removed her makeup and handed Sun Qiao sunscreen while applying oil. “Apply more, don’t get sunburned.”

Sun Qiao shook her head. “No need, I’m not that particular.”

Zhou Yan glared at her. “What are you talking about? Aren’t you going to be a model? How can you be so unprofessional? How do we make a living? Your face and figure are your tools, just like you need to learn a foreign language to go abroad. You have to put in the effort.”

Sun Qiao had no choice but to take it. The two of them dawdled and finished their full-body skincare before going outside.

Director Wang accompanied Li Huairen for about half an hour. The two sat under the shade of a tree, enjoying the cool air. Pre-Qingming Longjing tea had been brewed on the table, and they chatted while sipping their tea. "Minister, it seems Shao Pengyuan is really going to cross the line now. That incident in XX City last time..."

Li Huairen didn't even look up, only at the bone china teacup in his hand: "Don't worry about others."

Director Wang cursed inwardly: What a coward! He still had to force a smile: "I'll urge Zhou Yan, why isn't she here yet?"

He took out his phone.

Li Huairen waved his hand: "No rush." A moment later, he added: "Don't mention my identity later."

"That's right, that's right."

Zhou Yan intentionally made the men wait. Punctuality is a virtue, but beautiful women have the right to make men wait. Look at Sun Qiao, that pretty little girl, her natural beauty is invincible. Today's outfit perfectly captures the look of a fifteen-year-old beauty, as alluring as could be. Just seeing Director Wang staring at her legs and drooling, she couldn't help but sneer inwardly. “Miss Zhou, you have quite a few friends, all so tall.” Li Huairen pretended not to recognize Sun Qiao, his eyes scanning her up and down. He was quite surprised: Old Wang really dared to find him “fun.” Last time he thought this girl was seventeen or eighteen, but it turns out she’s still a minor. Although he likes young girls, this one is too young. If he were with a girl like this… he would have to consider the consequences. “Oh, you have such a bad memory. Didn’t we have dinner in Beijing last month?” Zhou Yan knew he was pretending and teased him, giving Sun Qiao a push: “Uncle Li is just teasing you.”

Sun Qiao stumbled from the push and fell forward, landing right in Li Huairen’s arms. “Little Sun, I think you have no footing. Why do you always fall?” Li Huairen only offered a slight support. Sun Qiao’s face brushed against his cheek, and he smelled a refreshing lemon scent in his nostrils. He was never an impatient person, but at this moment he couldn’t help but want to hug that slender body tightly.

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