Desire life

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(I)

Chen Dong woke up in the darkness, smelling a faint scent of disinfectant even before opening his eyes.

His sense of smell had always been very keen, and this smell had left a very deep impression on him from his childhood. His father was a doctor, and when he was little, he often took him to work. Children of that age idolize their fathers, so he liked the faint fragrance of his father's workplace.

What's wrong with my head? It's dizzy.

Chen Dong tried to open his eyes, his vision was blurry, and his head was still spinning. He felt like he had overslept, and his whole body was weak; he couldn't even clench his fists.

Where am I?

He quickly scanned his surroundings and found himself lying on a hospital bed in a private room. Judging from the decorations and the equipment in the room, it was a high-end private room.

How did I end up in a hospital?

Chen Dong tried to recall, but found his mind a mess. His memories were like a shattered mirror, just small fragments, making it difficult to piece together a complete memory.

After a long time, he vaguely remembered the events before he lost consciousness.

The party…walking out of the hotel…crossing the street…the sound of a slammed accelerator…a violent crash.

Zhang Yiheng, yes, it must be him. As soon as I disappear, he'll be firmly in the bureau chief's position. Damn it, I caught a glimpse of him hiding in his car when I left the hotel, watching me furtively, but I didn't pay attention then. He shouldn't be that bold, right? Could there be some other scum behind this?

Chen Dong sat up, instinctively reaching under his pillow, but found nothing there; his phone wasn't there. He rolled out of bed, but felt something was off. He glanced at the bed and felt he was much taller. Before he could think further, there was an unknown device beside the bed, milky white, one side of its body as smooth as a mirror, pointing directly at him.

Before him appeared a completely unfamiliar face, youthful, pale, with a straight nose, a pointed chin, thin cheeks, and stubble on his lips—it looked like a teenager.

What the hell? What's going on?

He blinked hesitantly, not seeing things, staring blankly at the mirror for a long while before unconsciously rubbing his face repeatedly. Yes, the person in the mirror was moving in unison with him; he could even feel pain when he pinched his cheek. This wasn't a dream; it was truly the real world.

It seemed that after being hit by the car, somehow his soul had possessed this young man.

This wasn't something science or common sense could explain. Chen Dong thought about it for a long time, then simply stopped thinking about it; it was what it was anyway. This young man had rosy lips and white teeth, a handsome young man, a world apart from his former fat and bloated self. Besides, he was thirty years younger for nothing—why not? He even feared it was all just a dream.

"Chen Dong, you're awake!" The door was suddenly pushed open, and a pretty young nurse rushed in, staring at him in surprise, her face full of disbelief.

Chen Dong—he hadn't heard that title in years. He was used to being called Director Chen, and hearing it now felt quite strange.

The boy shared the same name as him; it seemed everything was preordained.

"Where is this… I mean, which hospital is this?" "The First People's Hospital." "Tianzhou?" The nurse was a little suspicious, but nodded nonetheless.

Chen Dong felt a sense of relief. Although such a bizarre thing had happened, thankfully he hadn't been transported to some other world.

"Oh, is there a phone? Cough, cough… I want to make a call." Before he could finish speaking, Chen Dong was startled by his own childish voice.

"Yes… Oh, I'll go get Director Liu right away."

The nurse hesitated for a moment before remembering to hand Chen Dong her phone, then turned and ran out, presumably to notify the doctor. Chen Dong took the phone. The date on the screen was October 16th, while he remembered being hit by the car on October 15th. He skillfully dialed a few numbers, hesitated for a moment, then entered a different number and pressed the call button.

The phone rang for a while before a man with a slightly hoarse, deep voice answered. "Hello, who is this?" "Xiao Wu… it's me." Chen Dong deliberately lowered his voice.

"...Uncle, is that you? Uncle, you...you weren't dead?" The man on the phone was Chen Dong's only confidant. His real name was Qin Yong, and he was actually the son of a close childhood friend. His friend had died young, and Chen Dong had taken care of him all these years, making him practically his son.

Qin Yong had been brave and fierce since childhood, and later joined the underworld. He and Chen Dong, one in the legitimate world and the other in the criminal underworld, supported each other and were once very powerful in Tianzhou City.

Hearing the familiar address on the phone, Qin Yong suddenly became agitated, even though he had witnessed Chen Dong's unrecognizable body after being hit by a car just a few hours earlier. But he refused to believe it, refused to believe that his all-powerful uncle had died so pathetically. This phone call only confirmed his thoughts, because he knew that in this world, besides his long-deceased parents, only one person knew his childhood name, and that person was his uncle, Chen Dong, who had raised him.

"It's a long story. Xiao Wu, send a few people to keep a close eye on Zhang Yiheng and see who he's been in contact with these past few days. Be careful not to get caught." "Brother, don't worry, I'll take care of it right away." "Don't rush! You're not a kid anymore, why are you still so impulsive? You take a few people and keep a close eye on your sister-in-law. If anything goes wrong, I'll hold you responsible. That's all for now, I'll contact you again if anything comes up." "Don't worry, brother, I'll go keep an eye on her right away." Originally, Chen Dong planned to go see Xiao Wu in person, but after thinking about it, he decided against it. After

all, his situation was too bizarre to explain. Just then, a nurse rushed over with a group of doctors. The middle-aged man in charge greeted Chen Dong, "Xiao Chen, come on, lie down for a while, we'll give you a thorough examination." Helpless, Chen Dong had no choice but to lie back down on the bed.

A group of people turned on the equipment and busied themselves around Chen Dong for almost an hour before the leading doctor finally gave his conclusion.

"Xiao Chen, it seems you've fully recovered. I'll call your mother now and have her come see you." "Uh, Dr. Liu, there are many things I can't remember..." Chen Dong didn't know the doctor's name at first, but luckily he caught a glimpse of the name tag on his chest.

Chen Dong was completely clueless about this new identity, so he simply pretended to have amnesia to avoid future trouble.

The doctor pondered for a moment and comforted him, "This situation is probably a sequela caused by the severe impact to your head. Don't worry, it's only temporary. Rest for a while, and your memory will gradually return. Oh, by the way, if you want something to eat, have Xiao Zhang buy it for you. I have something to do, I'll come back later." After saying that, the doctor left with a group of people, leaving behind the nurse from before. It

turned out she was the Xiao Zhang the doctor had mentioned. Chen Dong asked her to buy him a bowl of instant noodles, which he wolfed down with hot water, but he still felt nauseous, his heart was racing, and his limbs were weak.

After finishing the noodles, Chen Dong felt a little sleepy, so he went back to bed to rest.

Wang Mengying was in a meeting at the company when she suddenly received a call from Director Liu saying that her son had woken up. She immediately adjourned the meeting and rushed to the hospital.

Since her husband and son were in a car accident two months ago, she had been listless and unable to eat or sleep, like a walking corpse. Hearing that her son, who had been in a vegetative state, had woken up, her depression vanished instantly. Although her husband was gone, she still had her son, and she regained the courage and confidence to continue living.

As soon as the car entered the hospital, a middle-aged man came forward and eagerly opened the car door for her. Since her husband's death, more and more men had been surrounding her, and Wang Mengying was naturally annoyed by them, so she didn't give these suitors a friendly look.

However, she couldn't afford to offend this man, after all, he was her son's attending physician and an expert in the field, so she had to deal with him carefully.

Having just recovered from a serious illness, Chen Dong fell into a deep sleep as soon as he lay down. He didn't know how long he slept until he vaguely heard someone whispering nearby, which woke him up.

"My son's situation has troubled you so much, Director Liu."

It was a pleasant female voice; the gentleness alone was enough to stir the imagination.

"Of course, of course. Don't worry, go back and get some rest. Come to the hospital for a check-up once a month from now on... Oh, Mengying, I heard your company is cooperating with Tianheng Group?" "Yes, we're discussing a project with them." "Hehe, what a coincidence! My uncle works at Tianheng; he's an executive director. If you need any help from him, just give me a call. Don't be shy; I can help with this little thing." "Then I'll thank Director Liu in advance." "Hehe, just thanking him isn't enough. You have to treat me to a meal." "Well, I'll wait until I'm done with these few days. Director Liu, how many check-ups does Chen Dong need? He's going abroad soon, so we can't delay too long." Wang Mengying had been a beauty since childhood, and countless men had always surrounded her. She was used to their excessive enthusiasm and didn't want to refuse, so she quickly changed the subject.

Director Wang thought to himself, "Your son is abroad, what excuse do I have to meet with you?" So he advised, "It's best to postpone your trip abroad. It's not too late to go after Xiao Chen has fully recovered. You're unfamiliar with the place abroad, it's not as convenient as being in China. If you want to learn English, I have a classmate who's an English teacher at the provincial high school. She has a PhD from the US. If needed, I can help you contact her and have her tutor Xiao Chen." "No need to trouble yourself, I..." "Don't mention it, it's settled then, I'll contact her later." Chen Dong opened his eyes and saw two people standing in front of the bed, a man and a woman, with a nanny in the distance. The man was Director Liu, the attending physician he had just met, and the woman was talking to the doctor with her back to him.

From their conversation, Chen Dong knew that this woman was his mother. But just from the curves of her back, he couldn't tell that she was the mother of a teenager; such a slender and petite waist was rare even for an unmarried girl. She wore a white floral print halter-neck tank dress underneath, layered with a thin black sheer t-shirt, a perfectly natural combination.

The dress was below the knee, just revealing her smooth, jade-like white calves. The tank dress was incredibly tight, perfectly outlining the curves of her hips. Her buttocks were high and rounded, then dipped deeply at her waist, forming an S-shape. Even a seasoned man like Chen Dong couldn't help but feel his blood rush and his heart race.

While such tight-fitting pants and skirts were extremely flattering, they had a downside for women with firm, rounded hips. If they wore regular underwear underneath, the lines would be visible through the fabric, which wasn't very elegant. Chen Dong judged that the woman was clearly wearing a thong underneath, which explained the smooth, rounded shape of her hips. It seemed his mother had a good sense of fashion and was quite daring.

But besides her hips, there was another thing that attracted Chen Dong. The woman had long, black hair that reached her waist, now casually tied back with a white ribbon, complementing her white dress and making her look youthful and striking.

Director Liu didn't notice Chen Dong was awake; his eyes were fixed on the beauty before him. He secretly hoped Chen Dong would sleep as long as possible so he could spend more time with her, completely oblivious to the fact that she was just going through the motions.

Chen Dong, unsure what to say, pretended to turn over, which caught the maid's attention.

"Sister Wang, Sister Wang, Chen Dong's awake!"

The beauty's full name was Wang Mengying, a dreamy name, a good start, and quite fitting for her figure. It was unclear what her face looked like, but judging from her attire, she couldn't be too bad-looking. Ugly women are usually unkempt, because no amount of grooming will help.

"Dong'er, you're awake..." Wang Mengying turned and sat down on the edge of the bed, leaning down to gently stroke his head, tears welling in her eyes.

Only then did Chen Dong have a chance to see the beauty's face clearly. My God, she was truly a peerless beauty! Compared to her, few so-called celebrities were as stunning. Her makeup was light, her eyebrows arched, her eyes clear and bright like autumn water, her nose delicate and straight, her lips small and sexy... her skin was white and tender, as smooth and delicate as a baby's, as if time had forgotten to leave its mark on her face.

Her dress was low-cut, just revealing the beginning of her cleavage. As she leaned down, her full, rounded breasts were revealed, directly in Chen Dong's line of sight. A crescent-shaped jade pendant hung from her smooth neck, as translucent and crystalline as her skin. Beyond the jade pendant lay the snow-white jade peak, majestic and straight, slightly upturned, its summit adorned with two alluring pink jade beads. It

was truly a breathtaking sight. Chen Dong's face flushed, his heart pounded, and his lower body uncontrollably hardened. Luckily, there was a blanket, preventing him from embarrassing himself. He tried to distract himself, and it took him a while to calm down. He dared not look any longer and quickly got up. "

Youth is truly wonderful," Chen Dong thought to himself, both surprised and delighted.

Since being diagnosed with diabetes last year, he felt increasingly inadequate in this area, his ability declining.

Every time he was intimate with his wife, she seemed unsatisfied, and he had to resort to toys.

He tried his best to satisfy her in other aspects of life, buying her more clothes and jewelry. Fortunately, his wife was understanding and didn't complain; instead, she took even better care of him, and their relationship remained harmonious, unaffected by the incident.

Thinking of this, Chen Dong suddenly felt a pang of sadness. He didn't know how he would face his wife and children in the future.

Seeing Chen Dong standing there in a daze, Wang Mengying asked with concern, "Dong'er, come on, let's go home... You haven't even forgotten your mother, have you?" It seemed the doctor had already explained his amnesia, and Chen Dong secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Looking at the beautiful woman in front of him, he forced himself to call her "Mom."

Wang Mengying patted her chest happily and giggled, "You scared me to death! Mom thought you'd forgotten everything!" Her natural charm and unintentional allure made Director Liu's heart flutter, as if he had become twenty years younger, returning to the state of his first love, his heart pounding. He stared at her intently, not blinking.

A toad trying to eat swan meat! He should look in the mirror, Chen Dong thought to himself with a cold laugh.

But in his heart, he wondered why no one had mentioned his father. Judging from Director Wang's eagerness, the beautiful woman must still be single, otherwise he wouldn't be so eager to impress her. But it was too illogical for such a beautiful woman to be single.

"Director Liu, we're leaving. You don't need to see us off."

"Okay, just let me know if you need anything. I'm available 24/7. Oh, and remember to come for a check-up at the end of the month." Having finally shaken off her pursuer, Director Liu, Wang Mengying led Chen Dong to the parking lot and stopped in front of a white BMW X7. The BMW X7 was Chen Dong's favorite car, but given his previous status, he wouldn't have dared to drive such a nice car. It wasn't that he couldn't afford it, but as a leader, such extravagance might have a bad influence. He could only borrow one to indulge his passion.

He habitually walked straight to the driver's seat, only realizing his mistake when he got there. He then casually opened the car door for Wang Mengying and invited her in. Wang Mengying seemed deeply moved, hugging him tightly and praising him for growing up and becoming sensible. Being

so moved by opening a car door suggested that their mother-son relationship might not be very good. But then again, few rebellious teenagers don't have strained relationships with their parents.

Wang Mengying is nearly 170cm tall, and in heels, she's almost as tall as Chen Dong. In this embrace, her firm breasts pressed tightly against Chen Dong's chest. Their clothes were thin, making it practically direct physical contact. Chen Dong could even feel that Wang Mengying wasn't wearing a bra.

Chen Dong's lower body began to harden again. He quickly broke free from Wang Mengying's embrace, ran to the passenger seat, and sat properly, thinking, "Thank goodness, I almost got hard again.

" "Mom, aren't you disgusted? I don't even know how long it's been since I showered. Go back and shower first, then you can hug me slowly." Only after saying this did Chen Dong realize that his tone was somewhat ambiguous, with a hint of playful banter between lovers.

However, Wang Mengying was still immersed in the joy of her son's recovery and didn't notice.

Although she felt that Chen Dong seemed like a completely different person, she thought of Director Liu's comments about her son's amnesia—"People with amnesia can have their past habits and even their entire personality greatly altered"—and felt relieved. In fact, she felt that her son was much more sensible than during his rebellious phase.

Back home, Chen Dong took a bath for over an hour before coming out. Wang Mengying, worried something might have happened to him, checked on him every ten minutes at the bathroom door to hear his reaction.

When Chen Dong finished bathing and changed, the dining room was already laden with food.

The housekeeper and Wang Mengying had already eaten, leaving Chen Dong somewhat helpless facing the large table of dishes.

Wang Mengying sat down beside Chen Dong with chopsticks, constantly serving him food. "Dong'er, is it good?" She had taken off her outer clothes as soon as she got home, leaving only a tank top dress underneath, revealing a large section of her fair and sexy body, her cleavage faintly visible. With great difficulty, Chen Dong absentmindedly finished his dinner, leaving the housekeeper to clear the dishes.

Wang Mengying led Chen Dong up to the bedroom on the third floor. Upon entering, Chen Dong saw a huge wedding photo on the bedside table; the handsome man in the photo must be the father of the boy he possessed. Wang Mengying looked almost identical to the one in the photo; ten years hadn't left a single trace on her face.

Seeing Chen Dong staring blankly at the photo, Wang Mengying assumed he was thinking of her departed husband, and she too felt a surge of sorrow, her eyes welling with tears.

"Don't be sad... Mom, Dad's spirit in heaven would surely want us to live happily." Seeing Wang Mengying's pitiful and heartbroken appearance, Chen Dong couldn't help but approach her, wiping away her tears and gently patting her shoulder.

"Dong'er, do you know how much pain I'm in..."

After graduating from university, Wang Mengying stayed on as a teacher. Later, her husband, fearing she would suffer, had her resign and become a full-time housewife. Her husband had always doted on her, never letting her experience any hardship or injustice.

In the two months since her husband's accident, she had been busy caring for her son, who was in a vegetative state, and managing the daily operations of her husband's company, running around doing everything herself, already exhausted both physically and mentally.

Chen Dong's comfort reminded her of her own grown and understanding son, and she finally couldn't help but hug Chen Dong, sobbing.

He held her soft body in his arms, one hand gently supporting her waist, the other around her shoulder, whispering words of comfort. "Mom, everything will be alright." The two nestled together, and Wang Mengying, sobbing, actually clung to Chen Dong and fell asleep. It seemed the pressure she had been under lately had been immense, almost unbearable.

This Chen Dong was not the same Chen Dong as before; his attitude towards Wang Mengying now wasn't that of a son towards his mother, but rather a man's tenderness and affection for a woman.

Seeing Wang Mengying cry herself to sleep, Chen Dong carefully placed her on the bed, covered her with a blanket, and gently closed the door.

Wang Mengying was undoubtedly a beauty of devastating allure. It was fortunate she wasn't born in ancient times, or men would have fought tooth and nail for her. She was stunningly beautiful, possessing a unique charm that evoked a sense of tenderness and vulnerability, like Xi Shi clutching her heart. Before her, probably no man could resist her allure.

Chen Dong was also a man, so he couldn't resist this temptation either. However, at this moment, his heart was filled only with affection, not desire. Firstly, he didn't have the habit of being secretive, and secondly, his current identity was Wang Mengying's son; he dared not and could not have any thoughts about her.

No normal man dislikes beautiful women, and Chen Dong was no exception.

Chen Dong had a particular fetish for women: he liked married women.

Whenever he saw another man's wife obediently undress and offer herself to him, he felt a strong, inexplicable desire deep within him instantly released, making him feel refreshed and invigorated.

Having been a bureau chief for almost ten years, he had encountered several subordinates who offered their wives willingly. However, Chen Dong had his own bottom line; he never forced anyone. He believed in equal exchange from a young age; his subordinates used their wives' beauty to exchange for his financial power—a mutually agreeable arrangement. He never actively hinted at anything; it was simply a matter of waiting for the willing to take the bait.

Just as he closed the door and stepped outside, he heard the nanny downstairs calling that someone was looking for him.

Chen Dong went downstairs and saw a middle-aged man, not yet forty, standing at the door. He was tall and well-built, dressed in a sharp suit, with thick eyebrows, large eyes, and a square face. He looked like a gentleman

. He was holding a bouquet of roses in one hand and a bag in the other, the contents of which were unclear.

The man looked somewhat familiar, but Chen Dong couldn't quite place where he had seen him before. "

Dating someone else's mother in front of someone else's son, huh! Don't be fooled by his respectable appearance; who knows how despicable he is behind the scenes?" Thinking this, Chen Dong's tone became somewhat unfriendly, and he coldly asked, "Who are you?" "You must be Chen Dong, right? Were you discharged from the hospital today? How are you feeling?" The man handed the bag and flowers to the nanny and reached out to touch Chen Dong's head.

Discharged today? Why didn't he say he was discharged yesterday? Was he with his mother yesterday?

Chen Dong saw the man's hand approaching and quickly dodged.

"I'm your mother's friend, you can call me Uncle Qi." The man said, taking a step to enter the room, but Chen Dong quickly blocked his way.

"My mother is asleep, see you later!" He said, closing the door while scolding the nanny, "Next time, ask before opening the door. There are many swindlers in society these days, the world is chaotic!" Despite Chen Dong's cold treatment, the man only twitched his eye slightly before instantly regaining his composure, smiling sincerely and looking at Chen Dong calmly. "Then I won't disturb you any longer. If your mother wakes up, tell her.

This bag is the medicine she asked me to buy yesterday."

The man seemed to be deliberately telling Chen Dong that he and Chen Dong's mother were very close, and that they were together yesterday.

Chen Dong, having been in the business for decades, wasn't a fool. He sneered and closed the door.

His judgment of people was still quite accurate. This man was cunning and didn't show his emotions. Such a person was either a true gentleman or a complete hypocrite. This man clearly belonged to the latter category, because the slight twitching at the corner of his eye had already caught Chen Dong's eye, rendering his subsequent performance futile. "

Even if I can't have a beauty like Wang Mengying, I can't let this kind of scoundrel have her." Chen Dong turned to the nanny and asked, "Who is this man? Does he often come to see my mother?" The nanny replied, "Not often, but he's been coming to see Sister Wang quite often these past few days. He's... uh, I remember now, he seems to be a leader in the Public Security Bureau." The Public Security Bureau—that sounded so familiar. Chen Dong suddenly remembered this man's background. This guy's name was Qi Yiming; he used to be the captain of the criminal investigation team in the Public Security Bureau, and he'd only been promoted to bureau chief less than a year ago. When he was still a captain, Chen Dong had once bribed him to help get someone released.

This guy appears respectable on the surface, but he's a complete scoundrel behind the scenes. When he was a detective, a criminal accused him of raping his wife. But somehow, the matter was dropped, probably because the family was bribed.

"Don't let him in again. Call me immediately if I'm not home. In short, don't let him be alone with my mom, understand?... Oh, and don't let any random men in. I'll go get the doorbell batteries out in a bit, and don't answer anyone who knocks." The nanny nodded repeatedly at Chen Dong. She thought to herself, this young man seems like a different person after his car accident. Not only has he matured a lot, but he also speaks with a hint of authority, like a big shot. With

nothing else to do, Chen Dong went upstairs. He

gently pushed open the door, and Wang Mengying was still asleep.

She had kicked off the blanket sometime earlier and was lying on her side, hugging her pillow tightly, one leg stretched out and the other curled up, her buttocks facing the door.

Chen Dong walked over to help her pull the blanket up, but when he looked down, his heart skipped a beat, and he almost lost control. He

wanted nothing more than to pounce on her, tear open her thin dress, press his hands against her round, full buttocks, and thrust his hard penis between them, wanting to ravage this beautiful woman.

It turned out that when Wang Mengying turned to the side, one leg was raised too high, and the dress was very tight. To make it easier to lift her leg, she had unzipped the side of the dress, all the way up to her thigh. Her buttocks were essentially covered by a torn piece of fabric, offering no real coverage.

If Chen Dong hadn't looked down, he could only see two snow-white, sexy thighs. But when he looked down, two plump, white buttocks appeared before his eyes.

How could she be completely naked? Upon closer inspection, Chen Dong realized that Wang Mengying was indeed wearing a thong. Because her buttocks were so tight and perky, the thin string in the middle was hidden by her two plump, white buttocks, making it appear as if she wasn't wearing any underwear. That alluring pose, those breathtaking curves, that smooth, perky buttocks—it was all just too captivating!

Chen Dongqiang swallowed hard, his heart pounding like a cat's claws, unbearable. He didn't even bother to pull the blanket up for her; he turned and stormed out of the room, fleeing in panic.

Back in his room on the second floor, Chen Dongqiang couldn't calm down. No matter where he looked, his eyes were filled with Wang Mengying's white, high-perched, sexy buttocks. His lower body hardened, and he felt a surge of panic. Looking down, he saw his shorts were bulging, threatening to burst.

There was a laptop on the bedside table. To distract himself, Chen Dongqiang opened QQ Games and started playing. After a few rounds, his luck ran out, and he kept losing. He decided to stop playing and see if there were any good movies on the computer to kill time.

After searching for a while without finding any movies, he discovered several video ports. Curious, he opened one and was immediately dumbfounded. This kid actually spied on his parents, and the skill with which he installed the surveillance cameras was comparable to a professional spy in a movie. He had no idea how this little brat had come up with all this.

Four surveillance ports monitored the master bedroom from four directions through the peephole, capturing every corner of the room. It was easy to imagine that every move Wang Mengying and her husband made in the room could be clearly seen.

Suddenly, a thought struck Chen Dong: Had they recorded every single detail of their intimate moments? He had to search carefully; there must be video recordings on the hard drive. Although his position prevented him from having any designs on the beautiful woman, secretly watching and indulging his cravings shouldn't be a problem, right?

After searching for a while, he indeed found a hidden folder that opened without even a password. It seemed this kid was taking advantage of his parents' lack of computer knowledge.

Suppressing his excitement, Chen Dong excitedly clicked on the folder.

Inside were over 100 folders, arranged by date and order. Each folder contained a video and a notepad. He casually opened one and glanced at it; the notepad seemed to contain the kid's review.

This kid is really weird, having the leisure to write reviews! It's a pity he's been usurped; otherwise, he might be quite something when he grows up.

Chen Dong randomly clicked on a folder—September 2, 2013, a year ago.

The video started at 10 PM, showing Wang Mengying and a man sitting side-by-side on the bed watching TV.

The man was Wang Mengying's husband; he had gained a lot of weight compared to his wedding photo, but was still quite handsome, resembling a Hong Kong star who often appeared in TV dramas.

"Ying'er, what happened this afternoon? Why did you go to the police station?" The man put his arm around Wang Mengying's shoulder, asking with concern.

Wang Mengying's eyes reddened: "Husband..."

"Good girl, don't cry, what happened? Tell your husband, okay?" Why was he being so affectionate, like he was comforting a child? Over thirty and still so mushy. "Ew..." Chen Dong felt uncomfortable, but curiosity compelled him to continue watching.

After watching for a while, Chen Dong understood what had happened.

It turned out that Wang Mengying had encountered two perverts on the street who tried to molest her. A policeman happened to see this, apprehended the perverts, and asked Wang Mengying to come to the police station to testify. After this incident, Wang Mengying was frightened and hurriedly called her husband, asking him to pick her up from the police station.

"I don't think that policeman is a good person. The way he looked at you was strange." "Honey, no way, he saved your wife today." "I think he wants to eat you... but he can only think about it. Honey, I can eat you right now!" As he spoke, the man pulled Wang Mengying's small hand to his crotch, indicating that she should rub his genitals.

The man's other hand wasn't idle either; it reached under Wang Mengying's neck, slipped inside her collar, pulled down her bra, grabbed one breast, and gently kneaded it. His mouth also began to gently lick and kiss her ears and neck.

Under the man's two-pronged caresses, Wang Mengying's face flushed crimson in moments, her eyes brimming with desire, as if they were about to overflow with tears. She pouted and whined, "Honey, that policeman saved me today, can't I even look at him?" The man suddenly picked her up, straddling her as he faced her, his large hands slapping her shapely buttocks forcefully.

"I won't allow other men to look at you! Ying'er, aren't you listening to your husband? That policeman is definitely not a good person. The way he looks at me makes me worried. Listen to your husband, be careful from now on! Stay away from him!" With that, the man unhooked Wang Mengying's bra, pulled it out, and tossed it aside.

Her two full, white breasts, no longer restrained, sprang out, standing tall before the man's face, trembling slightly with each slap of his buttocks.

The man bit down, his tongue swirling around the pink, tender nipple at the tip of her breast, sometimes biting with his teeth, sometimes nudging it with his mouth, sometimes gently sweeping over it, sometimes sucking hard. Wang Mengying's chest was exposed, her skin began to flush, her face burning hot, probably from a fever. She stopped speaking, letting out a soft "hmm," her eyes gazing ahead hazily, her small mouth slightly open, very sexy. Soft moans escaped her throat.

Seeing this, Chen Dong could no longer resist, quickly pulling down his shorts, grabbing his already hard penis, and stroking it up and down.

In the scene, the man also couldn't hold back, pushing Wang Mengying down onto the bed, quickly stripping off his own clothes. His penis wasn't particularly long, appearing to be only about fifteen centimeters. Chen Dong secretly compared it to his own twenty-centimeter penis, secretly pleased, thankful this guy hadn't inherited it.

The man straddled Wang Mengying, and seeing that she was somewhat dazed, he took the opportunity to bring his large glans to her small mouth.

Perhaps sensing something, Wang Mengying suddenly opened her eyes. Seeing the bulging veins of the weapon before her small mouth, she seemed to resist, twisting her body desperately and turning her head back and forth, refusing to let her lips touch the enraged head.

Finally, she even threw a little tantrum, humming twice, and lay face down on the bed, ignoring the man.

"Ying'er, be good." Seeing her anger, the man dared not force her any further, comforting her while continuing his assault. He lay on top of Wang Mengying, his penis aimed at her high, upturned buttocks, rubbing back and forth through her outer pants, his mouth once again reaching for the back of her neck, gently kissing her.

In a short while, Wang Mengying became limp and collapsed on the bed, letting the man manipulate her body.

This time, the man did not force her to perform oral sex on him, but simply removed her outer pants, letting her lie flat on the bed with her legs in an M shape, and placing one end between her legs, licking and sucking back and forth on her beautiful valley through the thin, silk, ruffled, sexy panties. After licking for a while, feeling some liquid seeping out, he used his hand to pull aside her panties and inserted his fingers.

Chen Dong then discovered that Wang Mengying's crotch was completely bare and white, without a single pubic hair. He could clearly see her two pink labia—truly a natural beauty!

"Ying'er, you're so wet!"

"Mmm…husband, harder."

The man lowered his head, quickly licking her clitoris with his tongue, while simultaneously extending his right middle finger, parting her pink labia, and following the overflowing vaginal fluid upwards.

"Ah…" Wang Mengying let out a soul-stirring moan. The man's middle finger went in and out, making a "plop…plop" sound, each time it was withdrawn, it brought out a spray of fluid.

Wang Mengying's moans grew more rapid, her legs tightly intertwined, and her body began to twist restlessly. Knowing she was close to climax, the man worked even harder, increasing the number of fingers he used to thrust, and the speed of his thrusts increased... "Slap slap..." More and more vaginal fluid was secreted.

"Flying, flying..." Wang Mengying cried out involuntarily.

"Faster...husband, faster...husband, I'm here, I'm flying!" It seemed they had reached the final moment. In the video, Wang Mengying closed her eyes tightly, gripped the sheets tightly with both hands, her body taut, her skin trembling slightly with excitement. With a soul-stirring moan, everything returned to calm.

"Ah..."

Chen Dong also finished at the same time. He hadn't expected Wang Mengying's allure to be so strong. He felt his ejaculation tighten, and the volcano erupted immediately.

"Bang bang bang"

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

(II)

Chen Dong was startled. He hurriedly tidied his clothes, turned off the computer, and checked it again before he felt at ease.

Opening the door, Wang Mengying, who had woken up sometime earlier, stood in the doorway holding a bowl of bone broth, looking at Chen Dong with loving eyes.

"Dong'er, drink this soup. These bones have been simmering for hours." Putting down the bowl, Wang Mengying didn't leave. She knew Chen Dong didn't like soup and wanted to watch him finish it before she felt at ease.

Chen Dong, having just finished a fierce battle, was parched and drank the soup in large gulps. Seeing him drink so heartily, Wang Mengying smiled happily, then gently urged him to drink slowly, lest he choke.

In this scene, Chen Dong suddenly felt as if he had returned to thirty years ago, when his mother was still alive. It was just like this now, with her bringing him a bowl of soup and happily supervising him as he drank it… Chen Dong was practically an orphan, as his parents had passed away when he was thirteen. That was a deep, lingering pain in his heart; that nightmare often appeared in his mind at midnight, haunting him like a wandering ghost for over a decade, until he got married and had children.

His mother was young and beautiful, a renowned beauty in the area. The commune secretary had always coveted her, but fortunately, she was very careful and prevented him from succeeding.

Later, Chen Dong's father was wrongly accused of murder and arrested. His mother had no choice but to go to the secretary, offering herself to him in the hope of saving his father's life. However, the secretary, wanting to keep her, instead murdered Chen Dong's father.

To avenge her, his mother endured a reputation for promiscuity, feigning affection for the secretary for three years, finally gathering evidence to bring him to justice.

With her revenge achieved, his mother entrusted Chen Dong to her younger brother and left to follow her lover.

Thinking of this, Chen Dong felt a pang of sorrow and was deeply moved; tears welled up in his eyes.

These two women were equally beautiful, equally hard-working, and equally devoted to him.

He felt, deep down, that this new life through incarnation was a chance given to him by fate.

He secretly vowed to protect the woman before him for the rest of his life.

"The high school entrance exam is coming up soon, Dong'er. Go back to school tomorrow, don't fall too far behind in your studies." Wang Mengying straightened his wrinkled collar and continued, "If you're not feeling well, call Mom. Don't push yourself, okay? I left your phone charging in the living room; go get it yourself in a bit." Wang Mengying was wearing a pair of gray-blue washed denim jeans, which accentuated her long, slender legs. She

had changed into a white printed batwing-sleeved t-shirt, layered under a black blazer, making her look youthful and capable. Paired with her long, black hair, she appeared even more refined and elegant.

Her outfit made her seem like a fairy descended to earth, but she was completely covered up, suggesting that she was subconsciously wary of something.

Chen Dong guessed that Wang Mengying might be going out to meet someone.

Upon asking, he confirmed it was true.

"Mom, are we going out again?"

"There are some things at the company that I need to take care of. Be good, go to sleep early, and I'll take you to school tomorrow morning." Chen Dong said coquettishly, "Mom, what is it that you need to do so late? Just have someone else do it, you're the boss. Otherwise, I want to go too." "Son, be good, listen to me. Why do you want to come with me on this business?" Wang Mengying was a little surprised. When did her son become so clingy?

"No, I want to go."

Chen Dong's attitude was firm. He had already done things like meeting someone for business so late. Chen Dong knew very well what this kind of person was thinking.

Since he had sworn to protect Wang Mengying, Chen Dong was naturally not at ease with this obvious trap and insisted on going with her to feel at ease. After

much persuasion, Chen Dong blocked the door, not letting Wang Mengying leave.

Wang Mengying couldn't push him away, and finally had to agree, but she made it clear to him that Chen Dong could only wait for her in the car when they arrived.

"Hello, Yuting, Royal Century. Okay, I'm coming right away." The two went downstairs. Wang Mengying went to the garage to get the car, while Chen Dong went to the living room to get the phone.

Night had fallen, the stars were shining brightly, and it was already 10 p.m.

There were still many cars on the road, so Wang Mengying couldn't drive fast.

She was a little anxious; this was a big deal. If she succeeded, it would be enough to cover the company's expenses for a whole year, so she had to do her best to secure it.

Actually, after her husband's accident, she could have easily sold the company to someone else. Although the money wouldn't be much, it would be enough for her and her son to live a normal life for the rest of their lives.

But she didn't do that because she knew that this company was her husband's life's work, and she wanted to persevere.

Even though she was asked to go out to sign the contract that night, Wang Mengying had no doubts whatsoever.

Firstly, because she was naive and easily trusting.

This week, Yu Ting's situation was similar to hers; her husband had also recently died, and she was raising her son alone. She had been working as a customer service manager at Wang Mengying's company for less than a month. The two shared similar experiences and got along well, often chatting intimately; she was one of Wang Mengying's few close friends.

Secondly, she knew her husband had encountered similar situations before.

It wasn't surprising that big bosses often acted unexpectedly.

The Royal Century Hotel, one of Tianzhou City's landmark buildings, stood forty-five stories and over 160 meters tall, encompassing bathing, sauna, accommodation, and other entertainment facilities. It was a regular gathering place for Tianzhou's wealthy.

It was the start of the nightlife; the hotel lobby was brightly lit and bustling with activity.

The presidential suite on the top floor was a long-term private room for the Sihai Group.

At this moment, only three people were in the spacious bedroom, as large as a basketball court.

In the middle of the room, a middle-aged man, draped only in a bath towel, lay sprawled on a large, soft leather sofa. He was fat, with large ears, a muscular build, and a thick body hair, resembling a foreigner.

A young woman dressed as a secretary sat on his lap, giving him a massage.

Beside the sofa was a European-style long-backed chair.

A stylishly dressed, short-haired, pretty middle-aged woman sat awkwardly in the chair, looking flustered.

"Manager Zhou, did you make the call?"

"Yes. Mr. Zhao, this…this is illegal! I, I…" The man slowly raised his head, staring at her expressionlessly, until she felt a chill run down her spine, before nodding at her.

"What do you mean, 'I'? Don't worry, whether it's illegal or not is my business, Zhao Sihai's business, it has nothing to do with you. Just call the person here, you don't know anything about the rest, and you don't need to worry about it!" Zhao Sihai pushed the secretary aside, sat up, untied his bath towel, and grabbed the secretary's head, pressing it down.

The female secretary immediately began obediently licking and sucking Zhao Sihai's genitals like she was eating a popsicle. The woman in the suit had never seen such a lewd scene before; she blushed with shame and quickly turned her head away, unable to look any longer.

Zhao Sihai said, "In this small corner of Tianzhou, who dares to disrespect me, Zhao Sihai?" After saying that, he picked up a cloth bag full of money from the sofa and threw it at Zhou Yuting's feet.

"There's 500,000 here. When your boss, Ms. Wang, arrives, you just need to hand her that bottle of water on the table, and that'll be the end of it. This money is yours! ... I heard you have a son in his final year of high school, right? He'll be taking the college entrance exam soon. Raising him wasn't easy; what if something terrible happened to him? ... So, have you thought it over?" "You, you... Okay, I agree. But I still want one million." For her son, Zhou Yuting betrayed Wang Mengying. As a mother, she was willing to give up her friends and conscience for her son.

Seeing that she was finally willing to help, Zhao Sihai's expression softened. He pointed to the bedside table and said, "No problem, there's plenty of money in the cabinet, go count it yourself." He usually spent hundreds of thousands on a minor celebrity, so compared to a goddess-level beauty like Wang Mengying, this amount of money was nothing to him.

If Wang Mengying was willing, he even considered going home immediately to divorce his wife and marry her properly.

He was willing to give up his wife and son for Wang Mengying.

Ever since he last saw Wang Mengying by chance, he had been deeply captivated. She was so noble, elegant, sexy, and beautiful. His heart raced and pounded, as if he had returned to the feeling of his first love in his teens.

Unfortunately, the beauty was already taken at the time, and he was quite annoyed for a while.

Now that the beauty's husband was dead, his opportunity had finally arrived.

Zhao Sihai arranged countless opportunities to get close to Wang Mengying, but Wang Mengying remained unmoved, not even glancing at him, and often spent time with a young man from the Public Security Bureau.

"Mengying, don't blame me..."

The thought that in a little while, the woman he had longed for would be lying here, at his mercy, filled him with barely suppressed excitement.

"Mengying, where do you think you'll run this time?"

Remembering Wang Mengying's flower-like beauty and alluring skin, Zhao Sihai's lust burned ever brighter.

His lower body grew harder and harder, and he gripped the secretary's head, thrusting into her mouth.

His large glans broke through her lips, rubbing against the walls of her mouth as it advanced, reaching deep into her throat.

Deeper, deeper still.

The thrusts grew more intense, his scrotum slapping against the secretary's face like waves, making a series of "slap slap" sounds.

The secretary's eyes rolled back in her head; though she felt extreme discomfort, she dared not resist.

Tears and saliva mingled on her face, soaking the man's weapon, only fueling its power.

"Secretaries are for fucking, how about it, isn't my cock big?...Speak." The secretary's throat was stuffed with his penis, so she couldn't speak, only letting out soft "mmm" sounds through her nose.

"Slap, slap, slap"

Dozens of violent thrusts made Zhao Sihai feel like his genitals were about to erupt. He quickly pulled his penis out of the secretary's mouth and lay back on the sofa to rest.

After calming himself down, he turned his head and saw Zhou Yuting kneeling in front of the bedside table counting money. Her suit skirt was already narrow, and kneeling made it even tighter, clinging tightly to her round buttocks.

Zhou Yuting was quite attractive. Although she was nearly forty, she maintained her figure very well. Although her body wasn't as taut and firm as a young woman's, it wasn't loose either. Perhaps due to long-term exercise, her body appeared plump and mature, full of the allure of a fully mature woman.

This one is not bad! She took so much money from me, how could she not offer some interest?

Zhao Sihai pulled away the female secretary who was licking his penis, his erect penis still erect. He quietly walked behind Zhou Yuting, squatted down, and gave her a bear hug, pulling her up from the ground.

Zhou Yuting was startled by the sudden attack, and after a moment of stunned silence, she began to struggle desperately.

Zhou Yuting was petite and delicate. Zhao Sihai, however, had a typical northern build, over 1.8 meters tall, and a body as strong as an ox, easily controlling her. Her hands were firmly held in front of her chest by Zhao Sihai, unable to move, so she raised her legs to kick behind her. But she was, after all, a weak woman, too weak, and Zhao Sihai didn't care about such an attack.

Zhao Sihai clamped her legs between his own, pressing his body even closer, his penis rubbing against her plump buttocks, while his tongue gently kissed the sensitive spots on her neck and ears.

"Mr. Zhao, what are you doing? Let me go! Let me go!...Help...Ah! Ah!" Zhou Yuting screamed instinctively.

Zhao Sihai smiled coldly: "Stop screaming, Manager Zhou. This room is soundproof; no one will hear you even if you scream your lungs out. I've given you so much money; let me take your deposit first!" Hearing this, Zhou Yuting seemed to be stimulated, frantically twisting her body, trying to break free from his control.

Because her upper and lower body were controlled by Zhao Sihai, this twisting was limited to her waist.

Her hips kept twisting, her plump buttocks brushing against Zhao Sihai's erect penis again and again, not like a struggle, but more like a deliberate provocation.

The pleasure of friction between his groins.

The beautiful woman's pleading cries.

These factors further fueled Zhao Sihai's lust.

He pulled his hips back, adjusted his position, and pressed himself against Zhou Yuting's suit skirt, using the head of his penis to press against the back of the skirt. Then, he thrust forward

, slowly squeezing his burning hot penis inside the skirt.

Underneath the skirt was nothing but a pair of silk panties.

Zhou Yuting was both shocked and frightened, regretting not wearing pantyhose under her skirt.

Her husband was a sailor, often away at sea, rarely home. It had been over a year since she had experienced a real male penis.

Women her age were relatively conservative; even when they couldn't resist, they would use their fingers.

Now, suddenly, a huge, burning hot weapon was pressing against her buttocks, drawing circles on her flesh.

It would be a lie to say she wasn't tempted at all, but such a thought was fleeting. Asking her to abandon the ethics and values she had formed since childhood and willingly have sex with a strange man, simply because he had a huge penis, was clearly impossible.

She continued to struggle, although this struggle had little effect on the tall and strong Zhao Sihai.

But at least it ensured that she wouldn't be humiliated and penetrated like this.

Zhao Sihai and she were locked in a stalemate for a while, but he still couldn't successfully break through her defenses from behind while she was standing.

He was blinded by lust and didn't care about being gentle with her. He carried her a few steps to the side, pressed her against a wall, pressed his knees against the back of her legs, twisted her hands behind her back, crossed them, and freed one hand to grope her genitals.

"Mr. Zhao, please, spare me."

Zhou Yuting continued to beg for mercy, hoping that the man would have a moment of kindness and let her go.

She knew that she couldn't escape, and the man's rough handling made her arms hurt. She was heartbroken and scared, and couldn't help but sob.

The man's right hand slipped under Zhou Yuting's skirt, hooked her panties, grabbed one of her buttocks, and squeezed it a few times with a lewd grin, saying, "Manager Zhou, your son's already in his final year of high school, and I didn't expect your old mother's ass to still be so bouncy! Hahaha, I'll let you taste my big cock in a bit, I guarantee you'll be satisfied." With that, he yanked down, pulling Zhou Yuting's panties to her thighs, his hand reaching down to her crotch, tracing the hair downwards.

"You slut, why are you so wet down there! Want it?"

Parting the tangled thicket, his fingers found two soft labia, gently parting them, and then the man began to rub her clitoris with his fingertips.

"No...no!"

Zhou Yuting's sensitive area was attacked, and her whole body went limp, her eyes glazed over, her mouth slightly open, her expression one of utter ecstasy, no longer able to resist the man.

Zhao Sihai, seeing the opportunity had arrived, was no longer in a hurry. He continued to play with her clitoris with one hand, while carrying her to the bed with the other. Reaching the bedside, he tossed her onto it and was about to press down on her.

Unexpectedly, this toss seemed to awaken Zhou Yuting, who was lost in desire.

She curled up, kicking wildly, and began to resist desperately again.

"Hold her down,"

Zhao Sihai said, unable to succeed immediately, and called for his female secretary, who was resting nearby, to help. The two of them finally managed to pin Zhou Yuting down, turning her over so she was face down on the bed.

The secretary sat in front of her, tightly gripping her hands, while Zhao Sihai sat on her lap, rendering her immobile.

"Slap slap slap!"

Zhao Sihai pulled down her skirt and pants, slapping her bare buttocks repeatedly, saying, "I'll teach you to be disobedient." "I'll report you!" "You won't say that after you've tasted my big cock, you'll miss it often... Beauty, I'm coming!" "Wait... put on a condom." "I never use condoms when I fuck women." Zhao Sihai, holding his bulging, fiery dragon, took a deep breath, found the right spot, and thrust his hips forcefully.

"Ah!" He finally got what he wanted.

Zhou Yuting turned her face to the window, her lifeless eyes staring blankly at the dark night sky, two lines of clear tears streaming down her face.

Zhao Sihai had endured for a long time, and now that he was mounted, he naturally began a fierce thrusting, grabbing and kneading her breasts as he thrust.

Zhou Yuting's long-dormant body betrayed her will; under the intense impact of his big cock, her vaginal fluids increased until they overflowed.

"Smack...smack..."

A huge, purplish-red dragon head appeared and disappeared between Zhao Yuting's thighs, moving in and out like splashing water, creating waves.

As the climax approached, she finally couldn't help but start moaning softly.

Hearing the woman's involuntary moans, Zhao Sihai became even more excited. He held her large buttocks and thrust in like a pile driver, each time penetrating deep into her core.

"Ah...ah...I can't take it anymore, oh, I don't care, let me die!" Zhao Yuting had never felt such intense pleasure before. Her physical needs overwhelmed her nature, and she no longer cared about shame, moaning and shouting without restraint.

Seeing that she had tasted the pleasure and no longer resisted, Zhao Sihai gave his secretary a wink.

The secretary understood, released Zhao Yuting, turned around, took a DV camera from the bedside table, turned it on, and secretly began filming.

...

In less than twenty minutes, Zhao Sihai had manipulated Zhou Yuting in several different positions, and Zhou Yuting had already climaxed twice.

It must be said that Zhao Sihai was indeed a seasoned womanizer, with exceptional skills.

Estimating that the time was about right, and that Wang Mengying should arrive soon, Zhao Sihai didn't want to hold back any longer and prepared to ejaculate into her.

He picked up a pillow and placed it under Zhou Yuting's buttocks, grabbed her ankles with both hands, and lifted her legs onto his shoulders. He aimed his glans at her opening, which was wet with her juices and opening and closing, and thrust in hard, beginning his final conquest.

Just as he was reaching his climax, Zhou Yuting's phone rang.

The secretary answered; it was Wang Mengying calling, who had just arrived at the parking lot.

Zhao Sihai gestured for the secretary to hand him the phone, and said, "Is this President Wang? You've arrived, right? We're on the top floor. Oh, Manager Zhou went to the restroom. Don't hang up yet, she's back." Zhao Sihai put the phone to Zhou Yuting's ear and thrust his lower body forward violently.

"Ah... Mr. Wang, I accidentally bumped into the table. Um, you can go upstairs now." Zhou Yuting, having been heard groaning by Wang Mengying, quickly made up an excuse and hung up the phone.

Zhao Sihai grabbed her buttocks and pressed them hard against him, his lower body thrusting desperately into the depths of her clitoris.

His penis reached the cervix, swelling and enlarging again.

"No... don't ejaculate inside, please, I'm still in my fertile period." Zhao Sihai didn't care about her protests. Amid her cries, Zhao Sihai's entire body shuddered, and he exhaled a long breath.

His hot, thick semen burst from his urethra, gushing out in spurts towards Zhou Yuting's clitoris.

Zhao Sihai patted Zhou Yuting, who was slumped on the bed, and said, "Hurry up and get cleaned up. Remember our agreement." Wang Mengying parked the car in the square in front of the hotel, gave Chen Dong a few instructions, and gracefully walked into the hotel lobby.

Chen Dong got out of the car, ignoring that the door wasn't locked, and quietly followed closely behind Wang Mengying.

Regular elevators don't go to the top floor; you need a separate, private elevator.

Zhao Sihai should have sent someone down to greet Wang Mengying, but he was busy tidying the room and forgot.

Wang Mengying reached the forty-fourth floor and went up another flight of stairs.

Two bodyguards stood at the top of the stairs. Seeing that she was a beautiful woman, they naturally didn't dare stop her.

They knew their boss's character perfectly well; they'd rather offend his son than his mistress.

Having followed Zhao Sihai for a long time, the bodyguards knew this woman must be there to ask her boss for a favor, and it seemed their boss would be in for a treat soon. Secretly watching Wang Mengying's graceful figure, the two bodyguards couldn't help but swallow hard, their expressions filled with envy.

After walking a few steps, Wang Mengying saw a female secretary rushing towards her.

"Ms. Wang, please come with me."

The secretary led her into a conference room.

Zhao Sihai greeted her with a smile, saying, "Ms. Wang, I've been waiting for you for ages!

I've been wanting to invite you to my humble abode, but you've been busy."

"Mr. Zhao, hello."

Wang Mengying politely extended her hand, which Zhao Sihai lightly shook before letting go.

Anyway, she couldn't escape tonight, so she'd better behave herself and not scare the beauty away.

"Isn't Manager Zhou already here?"

"Oh, she insisted on having a drink, but I didn't have any, so she went downstairs to buy some." "Mr. Zhao, let's sign the contract, it's getting late. My son has school tomorrow." Hmph, do you think you can leave tonight?

Zhao Sihai deliberately said, "President Wang, no rush. We can sign it when Manager Zhou arrives. Here, have a glass of water." "Mengying, drink mine. I know you like this." Before he finished speaking, Zhou Yuting walked in with two bottles of sports drinks and handed one to Wang Mengying.

Zhao Sihai's eyes lit up, secretly delighted.

He had already added the latest date rape drug, "Night Rose," which he had specially sourced from abroad. He had tested it several times, and it always worked. Even the most chaste woman would become a wanton harlot like Pan Jinlian after drinking it.

This drug not only greatly enhanced a woman's libido but also made her body extremely sensitive, making it very easy for her to reach orgasm.

Wang Mengying felt embarrassed to refuse and took the drink.

Zhao Sihai nodded to his secretary, who took a contract from her briefcase and handed it to Wang Mengying.

"President Wang, please take a look at the contract. If there are no problems, just sign it." Wang Mengying carefully read the contract, found no issues, took out a pen, and signed her name.

Just as she was about to take her leave, Zhao Sihai took out a bottle of red wine and several glasses from a nearby cabinet, pouring three full glasses.

"Come on, Ms. Wang. To celebrate the powerful alliance between our two companies, let's drink to that." "Mr. Zhao, I don't drink. Thank you." Zhao Sihai said, "Hey, such a joyous occasion, how can we not celebrate? It's okay if you don't finish it, at least have a small sip." After saying that, he winked at Zhou Yuting.

Zhou Yuting understood and pretended to step forward to persuade her, "Mr. Zhao, our Ms. Wang really doesn't drink. How about this, we'll use water instead of wine as a gesture." "Hey, that works too. Ms. Wang, Manager Zhou, come on, cheers." Seeing that Zhou Yuting had already said that, Wang Mengying couldn't refuse anymore. She picked up the drink Zhou Yuting had given her, twisted open the cap, and even the most observant person wouldn't notice that there was a pinhole-sized hole at the bottle neck.

Seeing that Wang Mengying had drunk the drink, Zhao Sihai was relieved. Now he just had to wait.

"Mr. Zhao, we'll be leaving now. Manager Zhou will handle the contract details; you can contact her directly if you need anything in the future." "Mr. Wang, aren't you busy? You finally made the trip, what's wrong with you?" Zhao Sihai saw Wang Mengying about to leave again and quickly blocked the doorway.

Wang Mengying snapped, "Mr. Zhao, what do you want to do?"

She took out her phone, showed Zhao Sihai Qi Yiming's number, and said, "This is the police chief." "Don't be like that, Mr. Wang. I have something to tell you about Qi Yiming. If you don't listen, I guarantee you'll regret it for the rest of your life." Seeing her hesitation, Zhou Sihai turned and shooed away his secretary and Zhou Yuting, "You two go out first, I need to talk to Mr. Wang about something." Zhou Yuting nodded to Wang Mengying, seemed about to say something, but hesitated, and finally said resolutely, "Mr. Wang, then I'll be leaving now." Wang Mengying nodded, watching her close the door and listening to her footsteps fade into the distance.

Zhou Sihai now only wanted to stall Wang Mengying until the drug took effect.

Wang Mengying knew he had ill intentions, but judging from his expression, he seemed to genuinely know some secret, so she decided to stay and see what he had to say.

"What secrets Qi Yiming might have is none of my business,"

Zhou Sihai said in a low voice. "This matter is related to your husband's car accident. Aren't you interested in hearing about it?" Husband, car accident.

Wang Mengying was shocked, completely unexpected that he was talking about this.

Could there be some unknown conspiracy behind the car accident?

Her heart was instantly in turmoil.

Zhou Sihai leaned closer, his head near her ear, and whispered, "Your husband was hit by a car driven by a man named Zhao Eryong, right? Actually, this man is one of Qin Yong's henchmen, a notorious outlaw in the underworld." Wang Mengying noticed he was too close and quickly took a step back to create some distance.

"Then what does this have to do with Qi Yiming?"

Qi Yiming was the one who pursued her most diligently after her husband's death, and he was also the best in every way—young, promising, and upright. Wang Mengying wasn't particularly averse to him.

Zhou Sihai continued, "Zhao Eryong was arrested a year and a half ago for intentional homicide, but he was released after only a few months. I heard Qin Yong got Qi Yiming to bail him out." Wang Mengying asked, "What does this have to do with the car accident?" Zhou Sihai said, "It really does. Your husband's car accident was caused by Zhao Eryong driving under the influence of alcohol, that's what the police said, right? Hmph, I've already checked, Zhao Eryong has liver disease and hasn't touched a drop of alcohol for over a year." "You mean the car accident was a conspiracy..." "The car accident definitely wasn't accidental, someone must have been behind it. I suspect it's related to Qi Yiming and Qin Yong." "Why are you telling me all this?" Zhao Sihai stepped forward and grabbed Wang Mengying's hand, looking at her affectionately, saying, "Mengying, don't you know how I feel? I'm afraid you'll be deceived by that scoundrel surnamed Qi." Wang Mengying angrily retorted, "Let go of me." She tried to shake off Zhao Sihai, but found she couldn't muster any strength.

Seeing her flushed face and dazed eyes, Zhao Sihai knew the drug was taking effect, and a smug glint flashed in his eyes. He grabbed Wang Mengying and asked feigned concern, "Mengying, what's wrong?" "Let go of me!" 　　Wang Mengying pushed him away with 　　all

her might, falling back into her chair. 　　[To be continued]

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