The young women at the Central Bank (continued) (2.5)

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Chapter Two: A Woman Adorns Herself for Her Beloved 5 Lin Yingcheng only briefly inquired about Zhao Lu's family business. Throughout the process, his sharp gaze swept over Zhao Ying's entire body, almost peeling her skin off. Later, he walked around the tea table and sat down next to Zhao Ying. Zhao Ying smelled a cool, refreshing scent on him. He praised her beauty, especially her hair, saying it was as soft and silky as silk! As he spoke, he reached out to stroke her loose hair draped over her shoulders. Zhao Ying tossed her head away, and her hair slid to the other side. He touched nothing, but he wasn't angry; instead, his smile became even more benevolent. After a while, a man who looked like a secretary came over and whispered a few words in his ear, replying, "Dinner is ready. Ladies, please have a simple meal." They walked together towards the dining room. Suddenly, Zhao Ying became interested and said, "I just bought a rough stone from Myanmar. Would you like to see it?"
"No need for stones, we don't know anything about them," Zhao Ying said. But Zhao Lu interrupted her, "You absolutely must see it. Mr. Lin must be very generous." "Oh, not at all, just for fun!" he said with a smile, leading them into a room with three walls lined with floor-to-ceiling antique shelves displaying his priceless collection. Matching the shelves were armchairs upholstered in soft satin, their muted wine-red hue concealing intricate patterns reminiscent of autumn hues, seemingly holding within them many sensual and ancient tales of imperial concubines. In the middle was a tea table with an incredibly ugly stone on it. Ying Cheng patted the stone and asked Zhao Lu, "What does it look like to you?" Zhao Ying couldn't help but chuckle inwardly; the stone really did resemble a woman's buttocks, with a cleft in the middle. Zhao Lu seemed to have noticed it too. She smiled charmingly but didn't reply, only glaring at him. He laughed heartily, his hand rubbing against the cleft. Zhao Lu examined the stone with great interest, looking it over from head to toe, and casually asked, "This must be worth a lot of money, right?" "Three million eight hundred thousand," Ying Cheng said. Zhao Ying exclaimed in surprise, "Burmese currency, I guess!" "Hong Kong dollars!" he said. When it was Zhao Ying's turn to bend down and look, her slender waist twisted in two in front of Ying Cheng. On a whim, Ying Cheng opened another door and pointed to the rough stones displayed on the antique shelves that covered an entire wall. "You two can pick any one," he said, "and see what your luck is." Zhao Lu nearly cheered. She rushed to the stones, examining them closely before picking one that weighed at least five or six pounds. Zhao Ying hesitated, looking at the larger one and then at the smaller one. Ying Cheng leaned closer to her. "Anything not too big is fine," he said, his breath carrying a refreshing minty scent. Ying Cheng then asked her to get a palm-sized stone from the shelf. She stood on tiptoe and reached for it, her ample waist stretching out, connecting with her full hips—a sight that was truly captivating. Ying Cheng's heart skipped a beat, a feeling that lingered longer and more intensely than his initial pounding, a feeling that was utterly intriguing. This woman was naturally alluring and voluptuous, possessing a kind of full-figured beauty. Her shirt seemed a bit too tight, emphasizing her ample bosom; her high heels and hair accessories made her figure particularly striking. Zhao Ying had chosen a stone with a smoother surface. "Alright, alright, let's eat," Ying Cheng said. Zhao Lu, being somewhat knowledgeable, suggested, "Why don't you have someone cut the stone open?" "Okay, once it's cut open, it's yours. See what's inside, and decide what you want to do with it." With that, he instructed his secretary to take the two stones to be cut. Zhao Lu was preoccupied with the stone, finding the delicacies on the table tasteless; Zhao Ying, though not an expert, savored every bite. The dishes were exquisite, beautifully presented, and delicious, tempting the appetite and making one's mouth water—even the most discerning diner would be satisfied. Ying Cheng poured her a bowl of fish soup. "How is it? Authentic enough, right?" he asked. Zhao Ying sipped a spoonful of soup, wiped her lips, and said, "It's even better than other places." The fish was fresh, the knife work was delicate, tender yet not mushy, and the color, aroma, and flavor were all exquisite. "This dish is called 'Braised Sea Bass,' and the condiments must include authentic Taiwanese green plums, not just vinegar to entice the guests," he said. Seeing her enjoying the meal so much, he raised his red wine and the two clinked glasses. At this moment, the secretary brought in two cut stones. The larger one lay on a plate lined with red silk, and in its cross-section, a small piece of emerald green was visible in the center. Zhao Lu's eyes showed disappointment, but Ying Cheng comforted her, saying, "It's not bad. This jade alone is worth thirty to fifty thousand. If you don't like it, I'll have someone buy it."
Looking at Zhao Ying's palm-sized stone, Ying Cheng repeatedly said, "Good luck, really good luck!" Zhao Ying saw that the entire stone revealed a deep, dark green. Ying Cheng shone a flashlight on it again, and the green became even more pronounced, very beautiful. He said, "Your jadeite is called 'black jade,' a rare combination of black and green. Moreover, the material is thick and fine, with very few cracks, making it quite valuable." Zhao Ying stopped chewing and stared at him, her eyes wide. He, fearing she wouldn't believe him, added, "At the current market price, it's at least 150,000." "Worth that much!" Zhao Ying exclaimed, raising her glass. She took a large gulp, then choked and coughed a few times, her face burning red—all signs of a bright future. Zhao Lu held two stones in her hands, comparing them. She had lost her appetite. Ying Cheng urged her, "Come on! Drink! I told you it's all about luck. You chose these stones, so you can't blame anyone else." "No, I have to cut a few more holes in this one," she said reluctantly. Ying Cheng said, "Cutting a few more holes won't help; it'll only ruin the stone completely." "Then what should I do?" Zhao Lu asked coquettishly. Ying Cheng said, "Find a good craftsman and see what kind of carving he can make. If he can't, then he can only make small pendants. Otherwise, if the price is over 50,000, just buy it." Zhao Lu thought this made sense. Ying Cheng seized the opportunity and said, "I'll find someone to look at them for you." "
Then I'll leave it to you," Zhao Lu said. Ying Cheng had given her such a generous gift on their first meeting, and Zhao Lu naturally understood the situation perfectly. Her only worry was not being able to speak with him alone. Seeing that Zhao Lu seemed deliberately wary of them, she couldn't easily send her away. After finishing their meal, they returned to their room for tea. Zhao Ying smiled and said, "Why haven't you had tea all this time?" Ying Cheng replied, "I've been drinking tea since I opened my eyes." Zhao Ying smiled and asked, "Then when do you stop drinking tea?" He thought for a moment and said, "When we close our eyes to sleep, we don't drink a single drop." Everyone laughed at this. He asked Zhao Ying to brew more tea, saying that the tea brewed by her delicate hands was the finest of all. What he said was nothing out of the ordinary, but to Zhao Ying, it carried a profound meaning, a hint of ambiguity, a touch of wickedness, and even a hint of provocation. The water had boiled, and Zhao Ying had just poured the hot water into the purple clay teapot when Ying Cheng handed her the slender lid, smiling, "Smell it."
Zhao Ying took a deep sniff, and sure enough, a rich aroma of tea wafted up. She exclaimed, "What kind of tea is this? It smells so good!" Ying Cheng smiled and said, "This is a divine tea, infused with top-grade cordyceps, and I've added a few highland roses to give it this unique fragrance." He then offered her the first brew to taste. Zhao Ying sipped and found the tea exceptionally sweet. She drank three cups in a row, seemingly still wanting more. Just then, the secretary came over and whispered something in Ying Cheng's ear. Ying Cheng nodded and gestured to Zhao Lu, "Master is here. The secretary will take you to invite him to taste it." Zhao Lu happily followed the secretary. As soon as she stepped out, Zhao Ying untied the ribbon from her hair, her beautiful hair cascading down her shoulders like a waterfall. Strangely enough, the more calmly she handled the teacup, the less she flirted or exposed herself, the more Ying Cheng's imagination ran wild. From her beautiful forehead and hands, he imagined her curvaceous, snow-white body, and a strong desire, like a demon released from a magic bottle, uncontrollably made his blood boil. As a result, he broke out in a sweat while drinking tea, as if he were drinking an aphrodisiac. "Zhao Ying, the tea you brew is different from everyone else's. I don't want to let you go." Seeing her radiant face flushed, Ying Cheng teased her. Zhao Ying said, "Alright, I was just worried about having nothing to do. You pay me." "I'll employ you, and if you agree, I'll double the salary," Ying Cheng said. Although it was a joke, Zhao Ying's face turned even redder, as if it were about to bleed. Seeing the woman's captivating charm, her every movement, even the slightest gesture, stirred his desire, and he was even more delighted. The two drank cup after cup, and although Ying Cheng was old and his eyesight was failing, in the presence of this beautiful woman and strong tea, his groin stirred, and his dormant member rose, throbbing wildly like a young man's. "Miss Zhao, I heard you got divorced and came to Hong Kong?" Ying Cheng asked. Zhao Ying was taken aback, unsure how much he knew. She tentatively replied, "Yes, a very unsuccessful marriage." "It must be your ex-husband's fault. I heard he's a high-ranking official. When a man becomes an official, he's surrounded by beautiful women; it's hard not to lose control," Ying Cheng said understandingly. Zhao Ying readily recounted her ex-husband's many faults; she could easily fabricate several stories like this about men who abandon their wives after achieving success. "I really don't want to live this lukewarm life like this," she said, her face streaked with tears. "It's better to leave someone like that," Ying Cheng said, his hand gradually expanding its reach, now roaming over her snow-white neck. "Actually, it's also my fault. I'm too fiery; I can't tolerate even a grain of sand in my eye," she said resentfully, tears silently streaming down her face. After crying her fill, she slowly calmed down, realizing she was in Ying Cheng's arms, and hurriedly struggled to get up. "Did I say too much?" Zhao Ying smiled through her tears and went into the bathroom, wiping her eyes with water and re-combing her hair. When she emerged, she looked completely different, her long, disheveled hair now styled in a bun. Although Ying Cheng had been around women countless times, he had never seen anyone so alluring. His eyes roamed freely over her body without any attempt to conceal them, meeting Zhao Ying's seductive gaze, and she immediately gave him a radiant smile. In an instant, Ying Cheng, his blood boiling with passion, froze. Like a flood about to burst its banks, the fervor made him instinctively pull her into his arms. Zhao Ying didn't gasp; her body froze like a statue, her long eyelashes trembling slightly. At that moment, both of them trembled, and neither spoke. Their eyes were locked, Zhao Ying's face flushed, her lips pouting like a round, bright red strawberry. Her dimpled cheeks, slender neck, and the cherry-like nipples peeking out from under her shirt seemed to throb gently. Ying Cheng pulled her, nearly limp, to his knees and gently laid her down. Zhao Ying's body fell into his arms. He stared into her eyes and lowered his head, his trembling tongue almost touching the strawberry that haunted his dreams. Her face was flushed, her eyes glistening with tears, her lips dry and slightly upturned, as if anxiously awaiting moisture. Ying Cheng hesitated for a moment before pressing his lips to hers. The instant his lips touched her softness, her full lips gripped his tightly, her tongue deftly slipping into his mouth. He sucked on her forcefully, his movements clumsy and rough. "Not leaving tonight?" Ying Cheng's lips reluctantly parted from hers. "No, my sister—" Zhao Ying hesitated, but Qing Cheng quickly said, "I'll take care of your sister." Without asking Zhao Ying's consent, he grabbed the phone and dialed a number: "Find Miss a new stone, yes, a better one, oh! Let her watch it cut open, and if it's still not good, replace it until she's satisfied." He made a face at Zhao Ying and added, "Tell her Miss Zhao isn't going back with her." "You're so naughty," Zhao Ying said coquettishly. He pulled her into his arms again, this time kissing her even more passionately. Then, Ying Cheng led her to his bedroom in the building. It was a luxurious and opulent room, like a paradise on earth. Silk tapestries hung on the walls, and sofas of various sizes and soft cushions were scattered everywhere. A large vase was overflowing with fresh flowers. Most striking was a large jade carving occupying one wall, depicting various scenes of men and women indulging in pleasure, showcasing humanity's vigorous and joyful sexual desire. It seemed to condense history into a romantic history filled with carnal pleasure and sexuality. There were also various other sculptures of different sizes, all uniquely shaped works of art depicting erotic scenes. In the inner room was an exquisite large bed, soft light radiating from the ceiling onto the black-gray bedspread embroidered with dragons and phoenixes. Above the bed hung a huge oil painting depicting free lovemaking between men and women and scenes of the forest god and his beasts in Greek mythology; several gilded mirrors, almost filling one wall, silently observed these unspeakable scenes of sensual pleasure. "Take a shower first, I'll go bribe your sister," he said, opening the wardrobe and pointing inside. "These are all unused, take whatever you like." Then he left the room. Zhao Ying entered the bathroom. The bathtub was made of white marble and was unbelievably large. His name's initials were embroidered on a snow-white towel. Beside the towel was a large bunch of blue larkspur, a bottle of champagne, and a sparkling wine glass. Zhao Ying filled the tub with hot water, undressed, and submerged herself in the warm water. For a long time, she closed her eyes, letting herself drift with the current, fully experiencing every moment of the extravagant luxury of the wealthy. The calm, subtle fragrance of the shower gel quietly permeated the bathroom, filling her with an indescribable sense of exhilaration. She closed her eyes, letting the warm water soak her until she felt completely relaxed, even wishing she could die instantly from the comfort. 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