[Urban] Nongyu (Complete) - 18

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Chapter Four: A Cloud Screen of Boundless Beauty, Phoenix City's Cold Ends, Fear of the Spring Night.

Section One: Like Smoke, Past Events

. One passionate night, Shen Dan and I were both intensely satisfying each other, lost in the throes of passionate lovemaking, oblivious to our surroundings. It wasn't until eight o'clock the next morning that I reluctantly saw the exhausted beauty off to a taxi. Back in the small bedroom, her lingering fragrance still lingered, intoxicatingly sweet. However, the filthy sheets, stained with countless marks, and the still-wet drops of our bodily fluids seemed to weep for Chen Jing, making me savor the memories of my ecstasy with Shen Dan while also feeling a pang of sadness for my past love.

Later, I learned that the medication had reduced Shen Dan's pain during her first sexual experience, but for several days afterward, her lower body remained burning and aching. If it weren't for a week of school life, if she were a day student, her parents would likely have noticed the next day.

Under my "earnest guidance," and to avoid losing her job as a devoted tutor, Shen Dan frantically studied algebra for the remaining week or so, achieving even better results than when Jiang Shan taught her. This prompted her completely unaware "father-in-law" to call and praise my "teaching" skills. I couldn't help but feel a surge of mockery. It seemed my words to her father during my first visit had come true—high school was semi-self-study under teacher guidance. As long as I "raised" your daughter's grades, that was enough. The teaching methods were my business. Whether I taught her to achieve good grades or just had sex with her, at least you'd achieved your goal of hiring a tutor, and my salary wasn't wasted. Predictably

, during the winter break, Shen Dan and I frequently enjoyed intimate moments. However, I always felt uneasy about the guardian downstairs while I was tutoring at her house, so most of our encounters took place in my own home. But thankfully, under my diligent guidance, the little beauty became increasingly open and wanton, making my winter break quite colorful.

Half a month passed in this beautiful setting. It was the seventeenth day of the twelfth lunar month when I received a call from Gu Zhenhai, inviting me to a KTV room at Xinglong Nightclub. It was a little past eight in the evening, and although this famous entertainment venue in Tianjin wasn't yet at its peak, it was already bustling with people. Passing through the lively lobby and going up to the second floor, the corridors were filled with tall, beautiful young women in formal dresses and young men and women of all kinds. Every time someone walked out of a room, a deafening burst of music echoed from the doorway.

I stopped in front of a large private room at the corner of the corridor, straightened my clothes, took out a prepared gift box, and then pushed open the door. Turning past the glass screen, the spacious room, though brightly lit with neon lights, had no one singing or dancing on the dance floor. Seven or eight men and women sat on the sofas, chatting and laughing. Besides Xu Liang, Zhang Chunlin, and Xiao Hongtao, there was a young man around twenty-five or twenty-six years old, and four young and beautiful hostesses. Gu Zhenhai was nowhere to be seen.

"Hey, Brother Yang!"

Xu Liang, who was groping the young girl, spotted me immediately and stood up to greet me warmly, along with Zhang Chunlin and Xiao Taohong, who had also stood up. Only the man I hadn't seen before glanced at me with his eyelids, then lowered his head indifferently. He had one arm around the shoulder of a girl sitting next to him, and the other hand was constantly swirling the wine glass in his hand, seemingly ignoring me completely despite my presence.

Although his face was cold, Zhang Chunlin enthusiastically pulled my arm and led me towards him, saying with a smile, "Come on, Brother Yang, this is Brother Hai's... Brother Hai's friend, He Junlong, Brother Long!"

He then respectfully addressed the man sitting in front of us, "Brother Long, this is Brother Hai's childhood friend, Brother Yang!"

I carefully observed the man before me. He had a fair complexion, delicate eyebrows, bright eyes, a straight nose, and a square mouth. The frameless black glasses on his face gave him a refined and scholarly air. However, there was a hint of arrogance in his eyes, making him seem unapproachable. He wore a neatly tailored gray suit and gleaming black leather shoes. The straight crease of his trousers curled slightly at the cuff of his crossed leg, swaying back and forth with each slight movement of his toes. His calm demeanor and nonchalant expression suggested he was a cunning and calculating individual, but his constantly lowered eyes and dismissive attitude told me he was an arrogant and conceited fellow.

This kind of place was for entertainment; anyone who came here was unrestrained, especially since these people were all street urchins, bound to be shouting and laughing boisterously. But this man not only looked refined, but his relaxed expression also seemed out of place with the atmosphere and the surrounding crowd.

"Brother Long, hello!"

As soon as Zhang Chunlin finished introducing me, I politely extended my right hand.

The man remained seated, only slightly raising his head, glancing at Zhang Chunlin and then at me out of the corner of his eye. After a long while, he gave a slight bow, slowly extending his hand to lightly place his four fingers on mine, saying with a forced smile, "Brother Yang, it's a pleasure to meet you. Please sit down!"

Seeing his demeanor, I really wanted to give him a good tongue-lashing, but although he was arrogant, his extraordinary bearing had a certain intimidating quality, preventing me from acting rashly. Moreover, judging from his words, he acted as if he were the host, indicating either a close relationship with Gu Zhenhai or something else entirely. Furthermore, judging from the expressions of Zhang Chunlin and the other two towards him, I knew he was someone of equal status to Gu Zhenhai; they were both respectful and somewhat wary of him.

Having been in the underworld for many years, I don't tolerate injustice. This man was distinguished by his appearance and demeanor; if we hadn't met in this environment, it would have been more believable that he was a high-level white-collar elite. Such a person infiltrating the underworld was no ordinary individual. I ignored his coldness and gave him a slight, neither humble nor arrogant, smile. I then found a spot about eight feet away from him and sat down, asking Xiao Taohong beside me, "Hey, where's Hai-ge? I haven't seen him."

Xiao Hongtao glanced at He Junlong sitting on the other side and whispered, "Hai-ge had an emergency. He just got a phone call and left. I don't think he'll be back anytime soon!"

"Damn it, the birthday boy isn't here. What the hell is going on?"

I complained.

Indeed, the reason I was invited by Gu Zhenhai today was to celebrate his birthday. I even bought him an expensive Swiss watch, but I didn't expect this most important person to be absent.

At this moment, Zhang Chunlin had already called in another pretty young lady from outside and told her to sit next to me. Naturally, I pretended to be ignorant in this regard and kept avoiding the pretty girl next to me.

Unexpectedly, He Junlong, who always seemed aloof, suddenly stood up, still holding his glass of red wine. He strolled over to me, gestured to the girl who had just sat down next to me to move aside, and then sat down beside me with an air of nonchalance. The girl seemed afraid of He Junlong; at his gesture, she immediately moved aside, looking very uncomfortable.

After sitting down, He Junlong didn't speak, just smiled at me, and I could only smile back at him. His eyes were sharp, seemingly possessing a penetrating power that could see right through a person's heart. Looking into his gaze, I felt that unless one had extremely strong mental fortitude, being stared at by him like that would probably cause inexplicable anxiety and unease. Fortunately, I had made a rough judgment of him at first glance, knowing that he was no good person, and had already prepared myself, otherwise I would never have dared to calmly meet his gaze.

After a long silence, He Junlong finally softened his expression, his disdain fading slightly, and asked in a gentle voice, "Brother Yang, this is our first meeting. May I ask what line of work you're in?"

Faced with such a direct question, my mind raced. I quickly gave a humble smile and replied, "Brother Long... please don't laugh at me. I'm not as successful and respectable as you. I'm still studying, in university."

This kind of person is exceptional in both appearance and mentality. I could tell from his expression that he was extremely vain and jealous, the kind of person who is very arrogant and conceited. If I showed any disrespect or arrogance in front of him, it would only anger him. But if I flaunted my strengths, it would only provoke his jealousy. It would be better to pretend to be useless and timid, which would make him ignore my presence and lower his guard.

Sure enough, upon hearing this, He Junlong's face showed contempt again, and he said softly, "Oh, so Brother Yang is a university graduate, impressive!"

Although he said this, there was no admiration in his expression.

"No, although our Brother Yang hasn't finished his studies yet, he is a straightforward and loyal person. The other day..."

Seeing that He Junlong looked down on me, Xiao Taohong immediately spoke up for me. However, Xu Liang next to her secretly nudged her with his elbow, and she swallowed most of what she was going to say.

At that moment, Hu Junlong took a sip of the red wine, then placed the glass on the coffee table, slowly stood up, and said, "It's really awful. Great Wall dry red wine is definitely not for me!"

He then turned to the others who had stood up with him and said, "I have something to do, so I won't keep you company any longer. Have fun, everyone."

He smiled at me and turned to leave.

After the four of us saw him off and returned to our room, Zhang Chunlin closed the door and let out a long sigh, exclaiming, "Damn it, that guy's finally gone. Being with him was more tiring than eating Western food with chopsticks!"

He immediately resumed his usual slouching and unlucky posture, looking completely relaxed.

"Alright, alright, shut up. This is their place. Talking badly about their boss in front of so many pretty girls, aren't you afraid they'll spread rumors about you?"

Xu Liang nudged Zhang Chunlin with his shoulder, implying that He Junlong was actually the head of Xinglong.

Zhang Chunlin, looking unimpressed, glanced at Xu Liang beside him with his triangular eyes and said indignantly, "What's wrong with that? Let me tell you, these beauties sitting next to the boss are even more uncomfortable. They want him to leave even more than we are!"

As he spoke, he ran his left middle finger along the buttocks of a girl in a blue silk dress, from bottom to top, and asked, "Right, Gongru?"

The girl, startled by his advances, immediately flirted and dodged forward, saying in a coquettish tone, "Oh, you're so annoying!"

This was followed by a flirtatious exchange.

In most entertainment venues like this, the hostesses use the names of popular female celebrities as their names. I noticed that the name tags on their chests read "Cecilia Cheung," "Sandy Lam," and "Gongru Yang." Even more ridiculous was the one who had been pushed next to me earlier, who, despite having a rather flat chest, wore a name tag that read "Athena Chu." Perhaps "Ruby Lin" would have been more appropriate.

Everyone was quite reserved when He Junlong was there, but they loosened up and started laughing, singing, and dancing after he left. They tried to get me to join in the fun, but I politely declined, leaving me to sit in a corner, drinking my low-alcohol beer by myself. Only Xiao Taohong, after a little "entertainment," came over to my side to drink and chat.

During our conversation, I asked, "Brother Tao, who is this He Junlong? Why are you all so respectful to him? What's the reason?"

"Brother Yang, please don't call me that, just call me Hong Tao!"

Xiao Taohong was the most honest of the three, and she felt even more uncomfortable accepting my respectful address. She quickly replied, "Actually, we're not very familiar with him. We only know that he and Brother Hai work for the same boss, so they're practically colleagues. He Junlong has a significant share in this nightclub, and we're here to support his business."

Zhang Chunlin, seeing us whispering amongst ourselves away from the crowd, was a very curious person and immediately... He sidled up and asked, "Brother Yang, what are you two having a secret with, Peach Blossom? If you're going to be romantically involved with someone else, he's already taken!"

This guy just couldn't say anything nice, so Xiao Hongtao immediately grabbed him by the neck, pretending to fight back, and yelled, "You bastard, are you asking for a beating?"

Seeing his stinky face with his tongue sticking out exaggeratedly, he shouted, "Murder! That slut raped and murdered a handsome guy!" Only then did Xiao Hongtao push him aside and ask, "Hey, why aren't you grinding your soybeans? What are you doing here causing trouble?"

"No, that girl's figure is too bad. Forget about 'soy milk,' she wouldn't even feel like a soy milk!"

Zhang Chunlin complained, then asked me, "Brother Yang, what were you guys talking about just now?"

These thugs were incredibly vulgar. The "soy milk" they were talking about referred to a provocative dance where a man and woman rubbed their bodies together, aimed at stimulating the male customer's genitals. I guessed "soy milk" referred to the girl's breasts; he was obviously dissatisfied with the size of her breasts. However, despite their explicit conversation, they didn't dare to be too forward with me, "Brother Yang," so they became polite.

I picked up a beer bottle from the coffee table, poured Zhang Chunlin a glass, and replied, "Oh, we were talking about that Brother Long from earlier!"

"What the hell is Brother Long? He Junlong is nothing, damn it!"

Zhang Chunlin immediately looked disdainful at my polite way of addressing him behind his back.

Such direct cursing immediately aroused Xiao Hongtao's vigilance, and he hurriedly warned, "Chunlin, keep your voice down. This is He Junlong's territory, you..."

But his words were like adding fuel to the fire. Zhang Chunlin's suppressed anger flared up, and he shouted even louder, "Whose territory? This is Nankai! This is our fucking territory! What do I have to do with it? He Junlong, relying on his cunning and his long-standing relationship with Boss Shen, has girls on his arm, a Mazda 6 in his hand, and he's the boss. Does he have any of that? Don't forget, if it weren't for Brother Hai and us brothers, would Boss Shen have been able to take such a big piece of meat as Nankai?" "Well, that guy surnamed He has become the boss of Xinglong, and in the end we still have to support him, damn it! If it weren't for Boss Shen supporting him, I would have crushed him in the mud long ago. Even gigolos would find him worthless!"

His roar had already disturbed Xu Liang, who was enjoying himself in the middle of the pool. He immediately dismissed the group of beauties and walked over to the three of us, sitting down next to Zhang Chunlin and advising, "Alright, alright, Chunlin, say less. We're not afraid of He Junlong, but don't cause trouble for Brother Hai!"

After being told this, Zhang Chunlin finally stopped his anger, which had not yet subsided. With lingering anger on his face, he tilted his head back and drank the wine in his glass in one gulp, and stopped talking.

I didn't intend to stir up trouble, but considering my role, I quickly changed the subject, saying, "By the way, ever since I met Dahai, he's been someone who doesn't easily back down. Why haven't I heard him mention having a boss?"

Actually, I'd already heard Gu Zhenhai mention working for someone else, but he wouldn't reveal the full details. So, I took this opportunity to ask the three brothers.

Such things are hard to hide in the underworld, but I'm not part of it and don't have the necessary connections. Considering my relationship with Gu Zhenhai, and because of my generosity when I used them last time, the three men's goodwill towards me had grown daily, so they didn't hide anything

and immediately told me the whole story. It turned out that Gu Zhenhai, along with Zhang Chunlin, Xiao Hongtao, Xu Liang, and Chen Bin, led nearly sixty men in the Nankai District, making a living by collecting protection money to maintain order in various industries. They were a considerable force, living a comfortable life. Alongside them was another organization, but unlike them, these people relied on theft and fraud. Because pickpockets are known by the alias "Buddha" in the market, they are called "Wonderful Sound Buddha" in the underworld, meaning they are cunning and stealthy.

Dahai and his group have different ways of dealing with this theft gang, and they live in peace as long as they do not interfere with each other.

However, six months ago, the head of Miaoyin Buddha passed away due to illness, and the newly appointed head was surnamed Xue, named Xue Haibo. This young and arrogant man actually sent a message to Gu Zhenhai, whose name clashed with his own, ordering Gu Zhenhai to remove the character "Zhen" from "Zhenhai," or he would withdraw from Nankai's territory. Gu Zhenhai, of course, could not compromise with this unreasonable demand. The two groups gathered a large number of people at the agreed location and fought. As expected, Gu Zhenhai's side, with its superior numbers, easily won.

But just when he thought he could intimidate the other side with an overwhelming advantage, the following month saw a series of thefts in Gu Zhenhai's territory, including hotels, bathhouses, nightclubs, bars, and other entertainment venues, causing widespread panic and a slump in business for all shops. These people were highly skilled, leaving no trace of their crimes. Not only could they not catch the thieves and recover the stolen goods, but even the surveillance footage could not find anything suspicious. In less than ten days, all the venues originally under Gu Zhenhai's jurisdiction and protection suddenly demanded that he compromise with Miaoyin Buddha's people, otherwise they would stop paying any fees.

Left with no other choice, Gu had to seek help from the city's biggest gangster boss, asking him to resolve the situation. However, the boss's condition was to annex Gu's territory, making him subject to Gu's control. Under pressure, Gu Zhenhai had no choice but to submit to this boss surnamed Shen, becoming one of his direct subordinates. The last time Gu Zhenhai and Gu Zhenhai met at a roadside stall late at night, they were arranging to meet with Boss Shen to negotiate with Xue Haibo of Miaoyin Buddha. No wonder the five of them ate and drank for a while and then hurriedly left, still relying on their hands? How could it be enjoyable? Forum reputation guaranteed! High-grade silicone video of Fan Bingbing's lower body, molded to a highly realistic vulva shape, soft and delicate skin! Built-in large-particle protrusions, close to the female physiological structure, providing a more realistic experience... Intense and irresistible! Click to enter.

After listening to the three men's descriptions, I had a different plan in mind. This Boss Shen's power was truly unimaginable; he could easily subdue a group of professional thieves with just a word. But that wasn't the most crucial point. The crucial point was that he used this opportunity to easily seize the territory that Gu Zhenhai had painstakingly built up over several years. I had reason to believe that all of this might have been orchestrated by Boss Shen.

The four of us chatted over drinks, and Zhang Chunlin said, "Actually, since we started working for Boss Shen, he's treated us brothers quite well. Our power hasn't diminished much; in fact, it's become easier for us to get by in the underworld. But then he placed He Junlong in Xinglong; I don't know what his intentions are. This Shen Dong..."

He was just about to say this when Xu Liang interrupted him immediately: "Chunlin, are you out of your mind? Where are we? Have you forgotten about Xiao San? Watch your tongue when you say things like that!"

Originally, Zhang Chunlin seemed like a fearless and arrogant guy, but after being reminded by Xu Liang, he immediately made a face, stuck out his tongue, and dared not say any more.

"Yeah, the three of you see each other all the time. What about Chen Bin? I haven't seen him since the first time we met."

Xu Liang's words immediately reminded me of the mistress who slapped me the first time.

Xiao Hongtao sighed when I mentioned him, "Hey, don't even mention it. Brother Yang, do you remember that little brat we met for the first time?"

I knew he was referring to the young man I later got out of the Hongqiao branch through Jiang Qiu's intervention, but I said, "Ah, I remember, but we didn't know each other. I've seen him again since!"

"It was him! He's the one who ruined that mistress!"

Xiao Hongtao said angrily, slamming his wine glass heavily on the table.

"Stop talking nonsense, Xiao Sanzi's problem is his own fault!"

Xu Liang, who hadn't said much until now, chimed in, "Last time, Brother Yang, you let that bastard go, but he left behind a brown backpack. Oh right, it's similar to the one you brought today, Brother Yang..."

As he spoke, Xu Liang pointed to the bag I had thrown aside and continued, "I don't know if Xiao Sanzi has lost his mind or what, but he actually hid it behind our backs and Brother Hai's. After Brother Hai and Boss Shen found out, he was dragged away to be disciplined. If it weren't for Brother Hai's pleading, that kid would probably have had both legs crippled. And now Boss Shen doesn't like him, so Brother Hai doesn't dare to take him with him when he does anything, for fear of upsetting the boss!"

Hearing this, I felt a chill. It seems that this new boss, Gu Zhenhai, is not only ruthless but also has powerful methods. He can cripple a brother's legs just for a bag. There's really no logic to this underworld. Thinking of this, I blurted out, "What bag? Is it really that serious?"

"Brother Yang, you don't know, in that bag..."

Zhang Chunlin was about to explain when Xu Liang gently nudged him, choking him off.

Looking at the strange expressions on the three men's faces, I seemed to grasp something, but couldn't quite put my finger on it. A brown shoulder bag, a brown shoulder bag? This topic seemed familiar; someone had mentioned it to me before, though I couldn't recall it immediately, but I had a feeling it wasn't so simple.

"Brother Yang, it's getting late. I don't think Brother Hai can make it today. He told us to treat you well,"

Xu Liang said, trying to change the subject before I could ask further. "The girls here are just as good as those at PolyGram. Want to pick a couple to have some fun? The fourth floor is all hotel suites; you can take them up and enjoy yourself without the police finding out."

"Why go upstairs? We can finish here..."

Zhang Chunlin grinned mischievously when talking about women, then turned to me and started prescribing a remedy: "Let me tell you, Brother Yang, that Yang Gongru from earlier was pretty good. She's really sexy, and her oral skills are amazing. We should get her to do a striptease and then have her perform her special skill—holding a cigarette in her vagina..."

Seeing me shaking my head and looking uncomfortable, he misunderstood again and continued, "If you don't like that kind of stuff, Brother Yang, there are some younger ones too. That Zhu Yin from earlier only started working in the sex industry a month ago, and she's shy and young, not even nineteen yet..."

Actually, having spent so much time with beautiful and virtuous girls like Chen Jing and Shen Dan, how could I possibly be interested in those vulgar prostitutes? I just pretended to be unfamiliar with such things and kept making excuses.

Xiao Hongtao slapped Zhang Chunlin on the neck and cursed, "Damn it, what are you talking about? Brother Yang is a cultured man, do you think he's like you?"

He then said to me, "Brother Yang, our second basement level has a pretty big table, mahjong, dominoes, dice, cards, you name it. How about I take you to have some fun and try your luck?"

"Forget it, forget it, whatever you guys do, don't include me. I have things to do and I'm in a hurry!"

I pretended to be timid, grabbed my backpack, and walked out. The three of them couldn't stop me.

Speaking of gambling and prostitution, I wasn't against it. In fact, I was a little tempted by that underground casino, but firstly, I couldn't show it in front of them, and secondly, these people were professional gangsters, and I didn't want to get too close to them. So, despite their enthusiasm, I insisted on leaving.

It was already 11 p.m. when I arrived at the dilapidated house by the East Lake in the Tianjin University compound. As soon as I entered the alley, I saw a little girl standing hesitantly at my door. The girl was young, no more than fifteen or sixteen. Her simple clothes revealed a delicate, still-developing figure. Her oval face was pretty and pretty, but now it was etched with endless sorrow and anxiety. She paced back and forth in front of my door, sometimes knocking urgently, sometimes peering through the window, stamping her feet as she paced, whether from the cold or something urgent, I couldn't tell. As

I approached, I scrutinized her closely and finally recognized her as Chen Er'ya, the younger sister of the Chen sisters whom I had recently helped. Judging from her appearance, something must have happened to the sisters again, which was why she had come looking for them on this cold winter night using the address I had given them.

"Er'ya, it's you?"

I asked, standing about five meters away.

"Brother Yang!"

The little girl turned to look at me at the sound of my voice, her anxiety instantly turning to surprise. She ran to me, but stopped a meter away and burst into tears: "Waaaaah, Brother Yang, please come quickly! My sister... she's not well, waaaaah..."

Tears streamed down her already adorable face.

Her words were incredibly heartbreaking, making even this usually cold and indifferent man shudder. I quickly asked, "What happened? What happened to your sister?"

But Er Ya was so overwhelmed with emotion that she could only cry and couldn't utter a word.

I took her little hands and found they were already ice-cold. I quickly led her to the door, opened it, and went inside with her. I put her down on a chair near the heater, poured her a cup of hot water to warm her hands, and waited until she calmed down a bit before asking, "Er Ya, what happened to your sister? Don't worry, tell me slowly!"

With my careful comfort and persuasion, the little girl tearfully recounted the whole story.

After the two sisters left me that night, they rented a small house in the bungalow area near Machang Road in Hebei, as I had instructed. Daya used the remaining money to buy some basic winter necessities, and the two were finally settled for the time being. However, three days ago, Daya suddenly started coughing, and the coughing got worse and worse, to the point that she coughed up a lot of blood.

Under her sister's insistence, Daya finally took her to see a doctor. But after seeing the diagnosis, she immediately crumpled it up, refusing to let Er Ya see it, and from then on, she never mentioned her illness again, nor allowed her sister to ask about it. From then on, Chen Daya seemed like a different person. She was listless and dispirited every day, often sobbing alone in secret. What worried Er Ya even more was that her sister's cough was getting worse, and each time she coughed up a lot of blood. Today, the little girl couldn't hold it in any longer, so she braved the strong wind and came to find me, their only acquaintance in Tianjin, while her sister was fast asleep.

After hearing Chen Er Ya's description, an extremely bad feeling welled up in my heart. Could it be that Daya had some terminal illness? Are all people with special abilities or extraordinary intelligence destined to be envied by heaven and die young?

"Come on, let me go see her!"

Without saying a word, I found a spare coat and wrapped it around the little girl, then zipped up my own coat that I had just unzipped, and took her away from home.

"Knock, knock, knock!" We turned a corner and arrived at the door of a dilapidated bungalow. Er Ya knocked on the door and called out, "Sister, open the door, sister!"

As soon as she started knocking, hurried footsteps came from inside, and a melodious female voice sounded weak but anxious: "You brat, cough cough... what are you doing running out in the middle of the night, cough cough..."

As she spoke, the door opened, and a woman's figure appeared in front of me.

The girl was stunned when she saw me: "Yang... Brother Yang?"

Not only her, but I was also dumbfounded, standing there dumbfounded, with an indescribably beautiful figure in front of me. Her long black hair was braided into a big braid and hung down her back, with a broad forehead beneath the gathered ends. A pair of delicate eyebrows, like the crescent moon, set off her bright, watery eyes. Her fair face and high nose bridge were complemented by two rows of white teeth that were slightly parted in surprise. Though her face bore an undeniable air of sorrow and illness, it could not conceal her natural beauty, as pure and fresh as morning dew. Even Xi Shi, the legendary beauty of Zhuji during the Spring and Autumn Period, ranked first among the Four Beauties of ancient China, would pale in comparison.

I'm confident I've encountered many beauties, from Du Jingwen and Feng Mengyao to Chen Jing and Shen Dan—all stunningly beautiful, not to mention the three beauties I would risk my life for: Liu Xueying, Jiang Shan, and Zhu Pingping.

But this girl was different. Her face was completely unadorned, except for the blue hair tie that flashed briefly before my eyes as her long braid swayed with the opening of the door. Even so, I can say without exaggeration that this girl's beauty was no less than that of Liu, Jiang, or Zhu, and her innate, natural beauty, as clear and sweet as a mountain spring, was something other city girls lacked.

"You...you're Chen Daya?"

I was stunned by the girl's stunning beauty, and this unnecessary question involuntarily slipped out.

"Cough cough cough cough," her continuous coughing interrupted my astonished gaze. After coughing for a while, she answered, "Yes...it's me. Even Brother Yang didn't recognize me!"

"Oh dear, stop talking, sister, let's go inside quickly. It's so cold, don't catch a chill!"

Reminded by Er Ya, Chen Daya finally realized what was happening and led us into the house.

Only then did I gradually emerge from my amazement at Chen Daya's beauty and look around to find that this house was truly exceptionally shabby. The dilapidated house I rented at Tianjin University was already considered an old bungalow, but the small house the Chen sisters were currently living in was even more run-down. Not only was the location remote and underdeveloped, but the house itself was definitely a dangerous and leaky structure.

Upon entering, there was a space of just over ten square meters, with no distinction between a living room and a bedroom. There was no heating in the house. A coal stove sat in the center, and to the right of the door was a small storage room, with piles of coal briquettes visible inside—presumably what the two sisters had bought to store for the winter. The room was sparsely furnished; besides the essential bed, table, and chairs, there were no appliances.

The older sister led me to the only chair, then sat on the bed herself. Looking at her haggard face, I couldn't help but ask, "Er Ya said you were sick, so I came to see you. How are you? What did the doctor say? What's wrong with you?"

At my question, Da Ya first glanced sideways at her younger sister standing beside her, her eyes filled with reproach, and an indescribable helplessness and sadness. Then, she slowly turned her gaze weakly to me, about to say something, but then began to cough incessantly.

"Er Ya, quickly get some water for your sister!"

I hurriedly stood up, intending to help my sister take care of Daya, when I glanced down and was startled to see some bright red marks on Daya's palm as she coughed, covering her mouth and nose. I immediately reached out to grab her delicate hand: "Sister Chen, you..."

Chen Daya noticed that I had discovered her secret, and before I could grab her, she hurriedly hid her hand behind her back, then nervously glanced at her sister, who was turning her back to her as she went to get water. Seeing her expression, I immediately understood and didn't dare to continue questioning her in front of Er Ya.

"Er Ya, I want to drink something... cough cough... something hot. Go outside and get some, make a pot of hot water!"

The older sister said, trying to remain calm despite her coughing.

"Okay!"

Chen Er Ya responded, picked up the iron kettle squatting on the coal stove, pushed open the door, and ran out.

This dilapidated place didn't even have a water source! I knew she was intentionally sending her sister away, so I didn't stop her and let Er Ya leave the room.

Sure enough, after watching her sister leave the room, Chen Daya turned her gaze to me, her face full of sorrow as she said softly, "Brother Yang, I'm so sorry to trouble you to come all this way so late..." "

Don't say that. We're both helpless people, helping each other is only right." Seeing her pitiful expression, my rare compassion stirred. I forced myself to calm down and asked with concern, "Sister Chen, what illness do you have? Is it serious?"

Hearing my question, this pure and beautiful woman, as lovely as a pearl, managed a weak smile. Under the dim light of the fifteen-watt bulb, her smile appeared so sorrowful and helpless. She looked at my focused gaze for a long time before slowly shifting her gaze to the doorway, as if worried that her sister might suddenly return. As she looked, she said slowly, "I haven't had a chance to thank you for what happened last time. I never expected... cough cough cough... My sister and I have never left home before, and we never imagined life in the city would be so difficult. It seems we're not quite used to it. Cough cough... The doctor said my illness will cost a lot of money to treat, and... cough cough... there's no guarantee it will be cured."

As Chen Daya spoke, she unbuttoned her blouse, revealing a piece of paper hidden beneath her red, embroidered bodice. She handed it to me, continuing, "God has allowed me to speak and be a normal person for the past three years. I'm already content and have no regrets. I... I'm just worried about Er Ya..." Her eyes

welled with tears.

I took the paper, noticing numerous creases, clearly crumpled and then stretched. Unfolding it, I discovered it was a 'diagnosis report.' It seemed Daya had kept this document detailing her illness close to her body to prevent her sister from discovering it.

The handwriting was very messy, reminiscent of a clinic doctor's, but I could clearly make out the two words in the diagnosis section. Although I had been harboring doubts and worries, I couldn't help but exclaim when I saw it clearly.

"Lung cancer! It's lung cancer!"

I jumped up from my chair, my hands trembling as I cried out.

Just then, Er Ya, returning from fetching water, pushed open the door to enter the house, and Qia Qia heard my exclamation. With a crash, the kettle in her hand fell to the ground, immediately drawing the attention of Da Ya and me.

The little girl stood by the door, trembling, her face flushed red, her eyes fixed on her older sister inside, her sobs growing increasingly intense. Suddenly, she burst into tears, running into the house and embracing her sister, wailing loudly. Chen Da Ya wanted to offer some comfort, but couldn't find the right words; overwhelmed by sadness and anxiety, she too shed tears alongside her sister.

At this moment, I was the calmest, not because I, as an outsider, couldn't empathize, but because of the overly simplistic diagnosis report. This thing, supposedly a diagnosis certificate, lacked any hospital markings, and even more perplexing, the "Confirmed Case" section at the bottom was blank, without any signature.

Seeing this, I couldn't help but ask, "Sister Chen, Sister Chen, wait a minute before you cry. First, tell me which hospital diagnosed your illness?"

I patted the two sisters several times before they came to their senses. "It's...cough cough...it's a clinic on the corner up ahead, called...I forgot the name!"

Due to their weakness and emotional distress, and after crying with her sister for a while, Chen Daya's voice was weak and feeble.

Although I didn't know where she was referring to, I judged it to be a simple roadside clinic. At that time, many such small shops existed in the less developed streets and alleys of Tianjin, and patients frequently visited them for their cheap prices. However, these places often lacked the conditions and qualifications to diagnose diseases like cancer, and they might also deliberately exaggerate the severity of the illness to make exorbitant profits, often leading to misdiagnosis.

Now, this was their only hope. Thinking of this, I immediately stood up, panting, and said, "No, we must go to a proper hospital for a second checkup!" With that

, I pulled the two huddled sisters together and headed outside.

Outside the emergency room of the nearest Third Hospital, I approached the Chen sisters, who were sitting huddled together, holding a brand-new diagnosis slip. Their hearts sank when they saw me approaching with a grave expression. The older sister released her sister and walked towards me, pulling me aside and whispering, "Brother Yang, I'm so sorry to have troubled you. I know it's all fate, please don't make me sad."

She then looked at her sister, who was looking at us with concern and walking towards us, and lowered her voice again, "I...I have a favor to ask of you. After...after I'm gone, could you...could you please look after my sister for me..."

Seeing my troubled expression, she pleaded, "I know...I know it's too much of a burden for you, but...but I have no one else to rely on right now." "I've entrusted this to you, I beg you, you must promise me..."

Seeing her anxious expression, as if she wouldn't be able to die in peace if I didn't agree to this dying entrustment, I couldn't hold back any longer. I immediately put on a relaxed expression and said, "That won't do, you'll have to take care of your sister yourself..."

As I spoke, I smiled and glanced at Er Ya, who had followed me to my side, and said, "Look how naughty she is, you'll probably be busy for the next few decades!"

In Chen Daya's eyes, I wasn't such a heartless person. Even if I really couldn't do what she asked of me, I wouldn't so decisively refuse and extinguish the only hope of this dying person. Just when she was extremely disappointed by my heartlessness, she was stunned when she heard what I said next, and then she reacted, and hope gradually bloomed on her face.

At the same time, I handed over the diagnosis and answered with a sigh of relief, "It's paragonimiasis, not lung cancer!"

Chen Er Ya heard the second half of our conversation and immediately snatched the diagnosis certificate into her hand, and looked at it with her sister. The expressions on their two pretty faces shifted from tension to excitement to ecstasy. Finally, they cheered and embraced, glistening tears clinging to their faces, obscuring their radiant smiles.

Seeing my children laughing and crying, I felt immensely comforted. While sharing their joy, I leaned closer and said, "The symptoms of this disease are very similar to lung cancer, and it's easily misdiagnosed in small clinics with inadequate medical facilities. Actually, it's just a respiratory parasite. It's probably because you're not used to the polluted air here. A few doses of medicine will fix it."

Er Ya, overjoyed, kept kissing her sister's face, asking questions on both sides. Hearing my voice, she momentarily forgot herself and leaned in to kiss me. The kiss was so sudden that all three of us were startled. The little girl immediately blushed and buried her head in her sister's arms, leaving only Chen Daya and me standing there, staring at each other in disbelief. To avoid further embarrassment, I volunteered to go get the medicine.

After this incident, my relationship with the Chen sisters became even closer. Since we were both orphans with no ties, I often went to their house to help. Chen Daya's mood improved, and her condition gradually improved. With my help, she even set up a fruit stall in front of the Guangming Cinema on Qufu Road. Although business wasn't booming, it was enough to support her family.

Time passed day by day, and this day happened to be February 11, 2002, the 30th day of the twelfth lunar month.

In previous years, this day was my least favorite. Watching everyone else busily preparing for the New Year's Eve celebration, I could only be alone with nothing to do. But this year was different. Early in the morning, Er Ya called me to her house to prepare the New Year's Eve dinner. Looking at Chen Daya, who was busy running around, and Chen Er Ya, who was jumping around, and then looking at myself integrated into the group, it felt like a family of three in that small room of about ten square meters. I was deeply moved. Since breaking up with Chen Jing and leaving that warm little environment, this was the first time I felt like I had a home.

"Dumplings are here!"

Er Ya carried a large plate from the steaming stove to the table. The freshly cooked dumplings were so hot that the little girl immediately squatted down on the table, rubbing her fingers together and pursing them, "Whoosh...so hot!"

I was mixing the dipping sauce, and seeing her delicate little face flushed red from the steam, she was incredibly cute. I couldn't help but gently pat her little bottom, teasingly saying, "Be careful, I rolled out the dough, and your sister mixed the filling. If you spill it on the floor, you'll have to pay!" "

Ouch!"

the little girl cried out softly and immediately dodged away, running to Da Ya, who was standing by the stove cooking dumplings, and complaining, "Sister, look, he's bullying me!"

She then peeked out from behind Da Ya and made a face at me.

Ever since that accidental kiss, this little girl has become increasingly familiar with me. She's a bit more well-behaved when I'm not around, but she becomes even more lively when I'm present.

As Daya ladled out the last plate of dumplings, she turned her back to me and said, "Erya, stop fooling around. Go get the jar I left outside."

With that, she picked up the plate and turned to walk towards the table.

Upon hearing this, Chen Erya reluctantly walked towards the door, muttering incessantly, "Fine, fine, I'll get it! You all stay inside and behave yourselves!"

She then turned back and gave a feigned angry snort.

I rarely experienced such a harmonious scene in my life, and I couldn't help but gaze at Erya's playful and adorable figure, lost in thought. Chen Daya walked up to me, and seeing my expression, she paused, her previously relaxed and cheerful smile fading slightly. She gently placed the plate on the table, pulled me to sit on the bed, and said, "Brother Yang, I...I have something to tell you!"

A fragrant scent immediately wafted over.

"Ah? What is it?"

Our shared experiences had forged a deep bond between us, and seeing her so serious now, I couldn't immediately guess what she wanted to say.

Chen Daya calmed herself slightly, and said with a smile, "Brother Yang, you've been helping us ever since we came to the city. Without you, we two girls really don't know how we would have survived. This… this kindness, I don't know how I can ever repay it."

"Why say such things? What repayment? This is all within my power!"

The pure and sincere words of this beautiful young woman, her stunningly beautiful face less than a foot away from me, made my heart flutter.

Under my infatuated gaze, the girl lowered her head shyly, but did not object. After a long while, she said softly, "Brother Yang, Er Ya… she's still young, there are some things she doesn't understand. If you… if you…"

As she spoke, she actually reached out her soft hand and gently grasped mine, her voice trembling as she whispered, "Just… just let me… just let me…"

At this point, Chen Daya was already blushing deeply.

Only then did I understand her meaning. This simple girl, grateful for my kindness, also harbored a worry. Seeing my special attention to her underage sister, she suspected I had ulterior motives. Whether she genuinely liked me or was simply repaying my kindness, she preferred my attention to her rather than Er Ya.

If I were to make a request now, even for her most precious possession—her body—Da Ya wouldn't refuse. But the Chen sisters offered me more than just physical attraction; they filled the void of family warmth I lacked. This affection was what I had most lacked and longed for since childhood. It transcended primal desires between men and women, a priceless treasure. It was pure, pure enough to cleanse my tainted soul. Thinking this,

I deliberately relaxed, smiling gently: "Haha, Da Ya, what are you thinking? I didn't mean that..."

"No, no, no! I can do it!"

Chen Da Ya, still unaware, insisted. She raised her head slightly, but seeing my calm expression, she immediately lowered it again, continuing with a hint of disappointment, "I...I know we country girls aren't like city girls. We're unsophisticated, and you wouldn't like us, big brother!"

Sigh, did Chen Daya really not know how beautiful she was? I shook my head helplessly, looking around at the warm scene that stirred my emotions. Looking at the steaming dumplings rising from the plate, I sighed and slowly said, "Look how delicious these freshly cooked dumplings are! I remember the last time we ate dumplings on New Year's Eve was eighteen years ago. I was only six years old then. My dad came back from a trip out of town after eight o'clock in the evening, but despite being exhausted from not sleeping for two days, he still busied himself making these dumplings for me..."

At this moment, Er Ya excitedly brought in a jar from outside. Seeing the two of us sitting side-by-side on the bed, and noticing my expression, she slowed her pace, walked to the table, put down the jar, and turned to sit next to her sister. Knowing I was reminiscing about the past, neither of them disturbed me.

I continued, lost in thought, "The dumplings that night were especially delicious; it's the most unforgettable dinner I can remember. I remember Dad was very happy and even had a little wine. After dinner, he said we had to set off firecrackers for the New Year, so he grabbed his coat and ran out into the snow, and he never came back..."

Er Ya, being young and naive, immediately asked, "What happened? What's wrong?"

But Chen Daya noticed something amiss in my sorrowful expression and quickly nudged her sister, gently... "Don't interrupt, listen to Brother Yang!" she shouted.

I ignored them and continued speaking as if to myself, "Across the street, on the curb, Dad was lying quietly on the ground, a pool of blood seeping out from under him. By the time I got there, Dad's body was already cold. The snow was so white, making the pool of blood look especially red. This scene still often appears before my eyes..."

Chen Erya had been listening to me with the mindset of a storyteller. When I got to this part, she gasped and immediately hugged her older sister. Daya also trembled upon hearing this and hugged her younger sister, stroking her body with both hands to comfort her.

I looked straight ahead, as if recalling a past life: "Dad was carried away. The drawer of the freezer containing the body closed, and with a 'bang,' he disappeared before my eyes. That sound stopped me from crying. From that moment on, I never shed another tear. Even at the crematorium, no one knew I was a relative of the deceased unless I said anything. Since then, I've been all alone in the world. I've never eaten dumplings on New Year's Eve again..."

Perhaps it was the innate closeness between these two simple girls, or perhaps it was the shared sorrow of experiencing similar fates, but for some reason, I blurted out what I had kept bottled up for over a decade.

Er Ya's eyes welled up with tears as I spoke, and she couldn't help but reach out and grab my arm. But she couldn't think of any words of comfort, only softly calling out, "Brother Yang..."

Daya also placed her soft hand on my slightly trembling hand.

Warmth spread through my arms, bringing me back to reality. Slowly, I composed myself, turned back, and greeted the two sisters with a cheerful smile. I softly said, "It's alright, I'm fine. I got to eat New Year's Eve dumplings again today. I should thank you both. To me, you two are like my sisters, making me feel at home again!"

As I spoke, I gently took Da Ya's slender hand in mine, and placed my other hand on Er Ya's head, stroking it tenderly. Seeing my tearful eyes, both sisters were a little moved, and the three of us clasped our hands tightly together.

"Actually...actually, we've always considered you our brother!"

Er Ya replied, her tears turning into a smile.

Reminded by her words, Daya said, "Then why don't we call each other brother and sister from now on? What do you say, Brother Yang?"

"Great! That would be wonderful!"

Whether it was fate or not, I had already considered them as my own in my heart, and I immediately agreed. I smiled broadly and called out to the two of them, "Sister!"

"Brother!" "Brother!" the two sisters responded in unison. All three of us were overjoyed, and tears welled up in our eyes. No one said anything more, and we looked at each other with pity, as if a broken mirror had been mended after being separated for so long.

"Let's not talk about that. Brother Yang, try the fragrant wine I brewed myself," Daya sniffled, breaking the silence in the room, and said to her sister, "Come on, Erya, pour some wine for our brother!"

It was then that I realized that the porcelain jar contained the fine wine that Daya had brewed herself.

Erya, being a lively and active child, was naturally even more excited to have suddenly gained a brother. She quickly got up and opened the wax seal on the jar. As soon as the bottle was sealed, a pleasant fragrance wafted out, allowing even someone like me, who isn't good at distinguishing between clear and turbid wines, to clearly appreciate its sweetness.

My sister brought over the jar and poured half a cup into each of our glasses. The wine was slightly milky white, but a bit thicker than regular rice wine; it was clearly a natural, unprocessed nectar. While she was pouring, Er Ya stood beside me, smiling, and said, "Brother, do you know, this wine is famous where we're from. It's called 'Jade Fragrance Spring.' Every fifteen-year-old girl has to brew it herself, and then when she gets married, she takes it with her dowry to her husband's house. On the wedding night, the bride pours it for her husband, and the groom can't go to the bridal chamber without drinking it."

She then turned to Da Ya with a smile and asked, "Sister, does that mean after our brother drinks it, we'll go to the bridal chamber?"

"Go away, don't talk nonsense!"

Da Ya blushed deeply and immediately explained, "When you're out in the countryside, there aren't so many rules!" She then

glanced at me furtively and said, "We country folk don't have anything fancy to offer. Brother, just drink this wine often; it's made from grain, it won't make you drunk!"

"It's not the wine that intoxicates, it's the person!"

Er Ya blurted out, her eyes darting around, making her older sister even more embarrassed. Just as she was about to punish her disobedient sister, Er Ya scurried over to my side, picked up a cup, and handed it to me with a giggle, saying, "Brother, you have to try this! I promise you'll be the first and last person to drink this!"

Apparently, in their area, "Yu Xiang Chun" is a type of wine similar to "Daughter's Red," representing a wedding custom. This kind of wine isn't something to be drunk casually. If I were to drink it all at once, it would be equivalent to accepting someone's affections. Was I mentally prepared to accept such a beautiful woman's favor? Although Da Ya herself didn't know, she was indeed a rare beauty, and having such a lover was something I desperately wanted. But firstly, this happened so suddenly that I wasn't prepared, and secondly, I had been helping the two sisters, and a natural emotional attachment had developed within me. Could I really let this feeling evolve into something more?

As I hesitated, slightly raising my hand, unsure whether to take the cup, Da Ya suddenly gently pressed my raised right hand back onto the table. Her ethereal voice rang out beside me: "Brother, wait a moment!"

Then she beckoned to her sister, who was looking at her with obvious confusion, and said, "Er Ya, come here!"

After Er Ya obediently went to her side, she helped her sister sit down next to me, gently stroking her sister's eyebrows and temples. After a long while,

Da Ya turned to me and said seriously, "Brother Yang, today the three of us have become brother and sister, so we can no longer hide it from you. Actually, neither of us is surnamed Chen, nor are we from Chenjiazhuang in Linfen City..."

"What?"

I had seen Da Ya's solemn demeanor earlier and knew she had something to say, but I hadn't expected her to say something like this.

Daya gave a wry smile and continued, "My name is Bi Jie..."

She then pulled her younger sister close, saying, "Her name is Bi Ran. Daya and Er Ya are our nicknames."

I had initially thought the sisters' names were rather rustic, assuming they were just random names given by uneducated rural people. But hearing their real names made me feel better. I smiled slightly and said, "It's...it's nothing. Names don't really matter; it doesn't matter what you're called!"

"We hide our names and dare not show our true faces because we have our reasons..."

Bi Jie, the older sister, sighed and explained, "We are from Jiuyuan, north of the Fen River in Shanxi. The west side of our village is one of the largest coalfields in the area. Our father works in the mines year-round and only comes home once a month. But he hasn't returned since he left in August this year. It's not just our father; many villagers who work in the mines are in the same situation. Three months ago, our mother couldn't bear it anymore and went to look for him, but she never came back..."

As Bi Jie spoke, her breathing became heavier and heavier, and she held her younger sister Bi Ran's hand tighter. I had a feeling that this matter was unusual, so I didn't dare to interrupt and continued listening.

"More than twenty days passed, and more and more villagers went to look for their relatives, but none of them returned. Everyone was filled with fear. Under the village chief's organization, the villagers planned to go to the mine to see what was going on, but... but, suddenly, a lot of people in military uniforms came out from all around the village. They... they said that our village was infected with some kind of epidemic and that no one was allowed to enter or leave. Some people ignored the warnings and tried to rush out, but they were beaten unconscious and carried back. Others secretly ran out in the middle of the night, but the next day their bodies were found in the village's threshing ground. After that, no one dared to even think about leaving the village!"

Bi Jie's body trembled as she spoke, and the two women held each other's hands tightly together, clearly indicating that the scene had been terrifying.

She took a few irregular breaths to compose herself before slowly continuing, "That day, Xiaoxue, we were half asleep, cuddling together, when suddenly the door was pushed open with a 'bang,' scaring us so much that we burrowed under the covers. After a while, someone patted our bedding, and we realized it was Mom coming back. She told us that something terrible had been unearthed at the mine, and several people who knew about it, including Dad, were dead. To prevent leaks, the people at the mine and in our village would likely be in danger, so we were told to run to our aunt's house in Tianjin and hide there, never to return to the village. But when we got to our aunt's house, we found out that she and her husband had also met with an accident, and their restaurant had been sold. We sisters were now homeless..." At

this point, Bi Ran buried her face in her sister's arms and began to sob. Bi Jie, on the other hand, gently stroked her sister's hair to comfort her and let out a long sigh, regaining her usual composure. After a long pause, she forced a smile and said, "If it weren't for Brother Yang, we really wouldn't know what to do!"

The more I listened, the more alarmed I became. I could understand the darkness of the Shanxi coal mines, where human life was treated like dirt, but using the army to seal off a village was something only someone with immense power and connections could accomplish. More importantly, what important matter warranted such a move?

"Wait!"

I suddenly remembered something and asked, "You said your surname is Bi, and your aunt and uncle run a restaurant in Hongqiao District. Is your uncle's surname Gao, and is their restaurant called Fuduolai?"

"Ah, yes, why?"

Bi Ran replied.

Seeing the two sisters looking at me with questioning eyes, I smiled lightly and replied, "Oh, nothing. I've eaten there before and met your uncle, but we're not close!"

The two thought that running a business meant encountering many people, and it wasn't surprising that a customer like me knew them, so they didn't press the matter further. But actually, I was thinking about the time I was kidnapped by Chen Jinshui when I first went to Shen Dan's house. At that time, I learned from the case that Gao Peilin's wife, who was killed along with him, was surnamed Bi. The surname 'Bi' is not common, and coupled with the coincidence of family circumstances and time, I guessed it was right. But I didn't plan to tell the two sisters about this. They had just settled down, and I didn't want to add unnecessary psychological burden to them.

"Brother, we really have a secret, and we had no choice but to lie to you until now. Please don't be angry."

Bi Jie said, picking up a glass and handing it to her sister. She also raised a glass to me and said, "Today, the three of us are now siblings. There's nothing more to hide from you!"

"Okay!"

I also raised my glass high. "After drinking this glass, we are family. No matter how difficult the road ahead is, we will be together!"

My hands were trembling a little with excitement.

With a 'clatter, clatter, clatter,' the three of us drank our wine in one gulp, and then looked at each other with smiles of relief. The meal was exceptionally enjoyable. The three men and women, with their tragic pasts, seemed to have temporarily forgotten their sorrowful history, fully basking in the warmth of their newly regained family… At ten o'clock

that

evening, as the New Year's bells rang, I returned to my enormous, dilapidated house. As I hurried to the alley entrance, I saw a familiar and radiant figure standing at my door—it was Chen Jing!

"Jing…Chen Jing," I called out, running up to her, "What brings you here?"

Chen Jing remained expressionless, showing no surprise when she saw me. Only when I stood before her did she gently ask, "Why didn't you answer my call today?"

"You called me?"

I asked, taking my phone out of my bag. Sure enough, there were two missed calls. I quickly apologized, "Oh, I'm so sorry, I was busy and didn't hear them..."

After checking that both calls were from the same landline number, I asked, "Chen Jing, what do you want?"

In my memory, Chen Jing had a very strong sense of pride. Ever since she saw through my scheme last time, she hadn't contacted me about anything related to herself or her family. So, I really couldn't figure out her purpose in coming to my house on New Year's Eve.

"Ah, it's nothing. Mom wanted to invite you over for a family reunion dinner..."

Seeing my slightly touched and surprised expression, she quickly added, "Don't misunderstand, it was my mom's idea!"

Her expression remained calm throughout, as if she were talking about something she didn't care about at all.

No wonder, after doing such a hurtful thing to her, it's only right that she treats me like I don't exist: "Oh, no need, I've already eaten. Please thank our... your mother for me!"

When we were deeply in love, I, always the smooth-talking one, always referred to Chen Jing's mother as "our mom," a habit I've almost never broken.

"Yes, it's past ten o'clock now, and we've already eaten..."

Chen Jing said, pulling a thermos from her bosom and handing it to me: "Here you go, these are dumplings my mom left for you!"

Now I realized that Chen Jing had been waiting for me at my door all this time, wanting to get me some dumplings. My heart warmed, and I reached out to take them. But after handing them to me, Chen Jing immediately walked towards the alley entrance without stopping, not even giving me a chance to go inside and have a sip of hot water.

As we passed each other, Chen Jing paused briefly and said, "You...you've been drinking, haven't you? I remember you never used to drink."

She then walked away, saying as she went, "Drink less, your stomach isn't good, you'll just throw up if you drink. Why bother?"

"Jingjing!"

I couldn't help but grab her slender hand, which was hidden in her sleeve. "I...can we talk? I was wrong before, but...but I truly love you. Let's start from the heart, okay? I swear I'll treat you sincerely for the rest of my life, I swear!"

I knew Chen Jing still couldn't forget me. Despite her stern exterior and cold demeanor, just like last time, she still cared about me no matter what happened. Clearly, she hadn't told anyone about my deception, not even her mother, which meant she didn't hate me to the core. And today, she could have just left the jar of dumplings at the door like she did with the bedsheets last time, but she stood here waiting for me to come back and hand it to me personally. To say she didn't miss me would be a lie.

After experiencing the warmth of the Bi sisters, I seemed to have developed a particular longing for genuine affection. If I had two lovely younger sisters, plus a lover like Chen Jing by my side, I wouldn't ask for anything more. I thought how blissful it would be to live a peaceful and happy life like this.

But reality is often not as perfect as I imagine. Chen Jing gently shook off my hand, shook her head, and smiled bitterly, "I know your feelings for me are genuine, I can see it, but some things are hard to undo. Maybe…maybe we both need time…" Then she

left without looking back.

I didn't chase after her, just stood at my doorway, staring blankly at her retreating figure, my mind a complete blank, unsure of what to do. After a long while, I finally let out a long sigh, hoping to relieve the pent-up emotions in my heart, but I didn't feel any relief. A restless element seemed to be stirring within me, and my heart was racing. For some reason, I suddenly had a strong urge to make love, to make love directly.

In an instant, I suddenly turned and ran outside, searching my mind for a target as I went. There were three girls I'd been with in this city. Chen Jing was a sacred, untainted place in my heart; Shen Dan was at home celebrating New Year's Eve, and even if she wanted to, she wouldn't come out to sleep with me; the only one left was Zhao Xinrui, who was in Tianjin with her boyfriend during winter break.

Yes, that's her, that's Zhao Xinrui, I want to fuck her! Thinking this, I dialed her number…

The doorbell rang at apartment 203, unit 3, building 41, Hung Hom New Town. I opened the door, wearing a large bathrobe. Standing there was a beautiful young woman in her early twenties. Although she was beautiful, her face was icy, somewhat matching the icy winter weather. This was Zhao Xinrui, whom I hadn't seen for many days.

The reason I came to Hung Hom New Town, which I hadn't been back to in a long time, was because it was where I kept many of my spoils of war. All the videos of Zhao Xinrui and even Shen Dan being secretly filmed while we were making love were stored here. The warm, comfortable, spacious, and bright environment was perfect for those wanton things.

Seeing her arrive as promised, I smiled slightly, turned, and walked into the house, letting her go in and close the door behind her.

"Oh, haven't seen you in so long, have you missed me?"

I walked to the sofa in the living room with my back to her, turned around, and sat down. Seeing her still standing at the door with a frosty expression, I said, "Hey, why don't you come in? It's not like this is your first time here. Don't be shy, make yourself at home!"

"Yang Ziyang, tell me, what did you want to see me about today?"

Zhao Xinrui remained standing, coldly saying.

"What is it?"

I glanced at her lightly, a faint smile

on my face. "I'm feeling lonely today, so I thought I'd find a beautiful woman to talk to and cheer myself up, and maybe even have a good time to boost my metabolism..." I said, tilting my head and asking, "What's wrong? Does my little Xinxin have any objections?"

"You surnamed Yang..."

Zhao Xinrui's anger flared up at my words. She walked towards me step by step, gritting her teeth as she said, "I don't want to be manipulated by you anymore. Forget about it!"

As she spoke, she frowned at the porn playing on the living room TV, seemingly disgusted. She glanced in that direction out of the corner of her eye before turning back to me and continuing, "The things I did for you weren't anything shameful. If you don't want it exposed and Chen Jing to hate you for the rest of her life, then stop pressuring me. From now on, you are you and I am me. I won't tell anyone about what you've done, and please don't bother me anymore. I didn't come here today for you to bully me. I've said everything I needed to say. It's up to you now. Goodbye!"

With that, Zhao Xinrui turned and walked towards the door.

Ever since she and Jiang Shan visited me at the hospital last time, I've noticed something. This woman isn't a submissive puppet; she's very rebellious and acts solely for profit, disregarding emotions. The best way to deal with this kind of person is to use leverage; only by holding onto something you can use to blackmail her can you make her willingly obey.

"Fine, go ahead. If you want your classmates and Li Ziqiang to know you once willingly turned to prostitution, then go ahead!"

Instead of stopping her, I turned around and started watching pornographic videos.

Zhao Xinrui stopped abruptly, turned around sharply, and said angrily, "Go ahead and tell me if you dare! I'll expose all the dirty things you've done. We'll fight to the death, neither of us will get away with it!"

She finished speaking through gritted teeth, paused briefly as if giving me time to consider, and then said in a slightly more conciliatory tone, "Yang Ziyang, neither of us will end well like this. Why bother? I only ask... I only ask you to let me go. Wouldn't it be better if we went our separate ways from now on?"

As she spoke, her bright eyes stared directly at me, trying to get a satisfactory answer from me.

This girl seems to have been trained by me; she knows how to read people's minds. She knows my ambitions for Chen Jing and even Jiang Shan far exceed hers. She thinks I'd definitely do it to let Zhao Xinrui go, so she wouldn't be an obstacle to my getting close to other girls. But her only mistake is underestimating me.

I smiled contemptuously, shaking my head, and replied, "Zhao Xinrui, when will you ever become a little smarter?"

Saying this, I took out a bank card from my pocket and placed it on the table, pointing at it and asking, "Do you know what this is?"

My reaction clearly exceeded her expectations. Her gaze moved from my face along my finger to the table, staring for a long time before exclaiming in surprise, "This…this is the card I gave to Chen Jing?"

I didn't answer her. Instead, I put my hands behind my head, leaned back on the sofa, crossed my legs, and said with a leisurely expression, "Xinxin, you need to understand one thing: everything I do is for fun. Once I've had my fun, I'll throw it away, just like Chen Jing. I can't stay with her forever, can I?" "What?"

I said, taking out a cigarette and lighting it. Looking at Zhao Xinrui, who was standing there dumbfounded, I continued, "I got this card back from her and also explained the whole thing to her. She was both angry and scared at the time, but she couldn't do anything about it. She looked so charming!"

Zhao Xinrui's breathing became heavier and heavier as I spoke. Her eyes gradually shifted from the table to my face. Her delicate little hands slowly clenched, and she gritted her teeth and said angrily, "You...you, you're ruthless!"

Actually, although I acted cunningly, I wasn't that unscrupulous. However, I firmly believed in one principle: people as despicable as Zhao Xinrui would definitely bully the weak and fear the strong. The best way to deal with her was to fight evil with evil. Only by being worse and more ruthless than her could I suppress her. Therefore, I had no choice but to say a few blasphemous words that desecrated my goddess.

"I'm tired of Chen Jing, but I do have a way to get her into Li Ziqiang's arms..."

I said, looking up at Zhao Xinrui, who was furious but helpless against me, and smiled smugly. "Hey, Xinrui, you've seen my methods. Do you think I can do it?"

The key to my victory in this battle with Zhao Xinrui was that I had made it clear that I had abandoned Chen Jing, that everything was just a game, and that I didn't care. But it was different for her. If things turned ugly, she would lose her most cherished boyfriend.

Sure enough, after a moment of turmoil, the girl's expression softened, and she walked up to me, almost pleading, "Yang... Brother Yang, let's talk this out. Why are you doing this?"

I looked at her smugly and suddenly grabbed her arm. Zhao Xinrui lost her balance and cried out, falling into my arms. I wrapped one arm around her waist and slipped the other inside the collar of her light pink coat, kneading her firm breasts. At the same time, I whispered in her ear in a victor's tone, "Let me give you a piece of advice: if you can't handle it, don't play!"

Zhao Xinrui felt very uncomfortable being touched, her whole body tense, yet she dared not resist in the slightest. She could only plead softly, "Brother Yang, I didn't mean to offend you, I just beg you to let me go. You…look, I've done everything you asked me to do before. You told me to lie to Chen Jing, and I did. You told me to monitor Jiang Shan, and I did. I told you everything about Jiang Shan—what snacks she likes to eat, what TV shows she watches, what songs she listens to, what brands she uses." "I've told you everything about her: her cosmetics, even what clothes she likes to wear and what color underwear she wears, even which days she's not feeling well..."

I nodded slightly as she spoke, as if acknowledging her. Finally, I gently pinched her plump buttocks and pushed her to her feet, saying, "Alright, alright, I know you're working hard for me, but I haven't figured out how to win over Jiang Shan yet!"

Zhao Xinrui, afraid of angering me, didn't dare stray too far from me. She stood there with a helpless expression, as if saying, "How to handle Jiang Shan is your problem; if you can't, I can't help you either." But she didn't dare say it aloud, stammering for a long time before finally saying, "Then... then what should we do?" "

What should we do..."

I scratched my head, looking helpless, then suddenly focused my gaze on Zhao Xinrui's face, looking her up and down, and asked, "In that case, how about you take her place?"

"Me? I'll take... take Jiang Shan's place? What do you mean?"

Zhao Xinrui didn't understand for a moment, but her intuition told her I had no good intentions. Unconsciously, she gripped her collar and took a step back.

I didn't answer her. My smile vanished abruptly, and I commanded in a cold, expressionless voice, "Take off your clothes!"

Although I knew I would do *that* with her, Zhao Xinrui still hesitated. Just as she wavered, I coldly asked again, "Didn't you hear me? I don't want to do it myself like last time!"

Six months ago, when I first forced Zhao Xinrui to come here, I ordered her to take off her clothes. She refused, forcing me to not only strip her naked myself but also brutally rape her—these were painful memories for Zhao Xinrui.

Thinking of this, Zhao Xinrui hesitated again for a moment, finally placing her handbag on the coffee table, then turning away and throwing off her coat.

"Why are you turning your back to me? Afraid I'll see?"

I said with a light laugh, but didn't stop her.

Zhao Xinrui took off her clothes one by one, slowly, but finally revealing her fair, white back.

Until this point, she didn't speak, resignedly unbuttoning her trousers and slowly pulling them down.

I sat with my legs crossed and arms wrapped around my knees, watching with great patience, praising, "Tsk tsk, Xin Xin, your skin is so well-maintained, still so fair!"

My lower garments were gradually peeled away, revealing two long, beautiful legs. At that moment, Zhao Xinrui stopped, letting out a long breath after two seconds, as if accepting the harsh reality. She quickly unhooked her bra, removed it, and then squatted down slightly, pulling her panties down to her ankles.

She still didn't turn around, her back to me, arms crossed, eyes closed, waiting for me, this lecherous wolf, to pounce on her like a hungry tiger, but there was no movement for a long time, only the rustling of clothes. Just as she couldn't contain her curiosity and was about to turn around to look, a bag was thrown in front of her from behind, and at the same time, my voice, which she dared not disobey, rang out two meters behind her: "Put this on!"

Zhao Xinrui was very puzzled, and immediately bent down to look. She saw a bulging plastic bag, which, judging from the outside, should contain some clothes. She crouched down, opened the bag, and emptied its contents. Upon seeing them, she was filled with rage, gritting her teeth and muttering, "Pervert!"

Inside were a crimson short-sleeved sweater, a tight denim mini-skirt, black pantyhose, and a white thong with red spots. The clothes weren't unusual, but Zhao Xinrui called me a "pervert" because this outfit was what Jiang Shan often wore—a fact Zhao Xinrui herself had reported to me.

Now she understood the true meaning of my earlier request for her to replace Jiang Shan. Clearly, my desire for Jiang Shan couldn't be fulfilled, so I made her wear Jiang Shan's clothes, dress up as her, and be violated by me. It's already difficult enough for a girl to be forced to have sex with a man she doesn't like, but it's outrageous that the man was thinking of another girl while raping her.

Zhao Xinrui's teeth chattered with rage, her hands trembling, but she had no room for negotiation. I was right, she couldn't play games with me. I made it clear to her that all I wanted was sexual stimulation, and I didn't care about feelings at all. She, however, cherished her relationship immensely, even going so far as to cooperate with me in using despicable methods to attack her rival.

After a long while, Zhao Xinrui finally picked up the white panties with red polka dots and put them on, but felt something strange in her crotch area. Upon closer inspection, she discovered that a 15-centimeter-long slit had been cut into her genitals, causing her vulva to be constricted outside the slit due to the tight fit of the panties.

She knew this was another of my perverted creations. Though she felt a surge of anger and bitterness, there was nothing she could do. She could only quickly put on her sweater, stockings, and denim skirt. Once dressed, she turned around, glaring at me, only to find me smiling and sizing her up. Meeting my lewd gaze, the anger in Zhao Xinrui's eyes slowly subsided, and her gaze lowered helplessly.

"Sigh, a failure!"

I sighed, shaking my head after a while. "Like a monkey in a crown, even in a dragon robe, you don't look like a prince!"

Zhao Xinrui certainly didn't possess Jiang Shan's temperament and charm. Not only was her appearance slightly inferior to Jiang Shan's, but her smile alone, capable of captivating the masses, was unmatched.

Zhao Xinrui knew I was humiliating her but didn't dare to retaliate. She just glanced at the wall clock and said calmly, "Brother Yang, it's getting late. I came behind Ziqiang's back; he'll be worried if he can't find me."

I have to admit this girl has improved somewhat through our interactions. Before, when I coerced her, she would either glare angrily and refuse to comply or plead pitifully. But when I was of use to her, she would immediately switch to a fawning, obsequious, and seductive act. After this period, she had actually learned to be flexible and adaptable.

"Flexibility and adaptability" is easy to say but extremely difficult to do; I don't even have the confidence to do it myself. Imagine a girl facing a lecherous man, inevitably about to be violated—how difficult it is to make her willingly submit while pretending to be calm.

If I had been more wary of Zhao Xinrui now because of this, many things could have been avoided, and so many troubles wouldn't have arisen later. But I didn't. My carelessness almost cost me my life! Of course, that's a story for later, and I won't go into it now.

"Alright, my little Xin Xin can't wait. You want to be in another man's arms as soon as possible, don't you? I'll grant your wish!"

I said, putting down my crossed legs, untying the belt of my robe, and beckoning to her, "Come on, sit down!"

Zhao Xinrui saw me sitting back on the sofa, untying my robe, revealing that I was completely naked underneath, my erect penis already pointing skyward, swaying slightly with my movements, as if showing off to her. Hearing me tell her to sit down, she had no choice but to walk in front of me, put one leg on the sofa next to my crotch, and squat down to sit on my lap.

Unexpectedly, I grabbed her waist and forcefully turned her around, so that her back was to me. "Baby, I don't want to see your face today!"

Zhao Xinrui knew what I meant. I had her change into Jiang Shan's clothes so that I could only satisfy her sexual fantasies through wishful thinking. Face-to-face intercourse couldn't fulfill this sexual fantasy. Before she could object or comply, I had already forcibly turned her delicate body around. Then, the pressure on her lower abdomen caused her to involuntarily sit on my lap.

I pulled her denim skirt up to her waist, revealing her beautiful buttocks covered by black pantyhose and white pantyhose with red dots. I gently patted them with both hands and praised, "This big ass is still so fleshy!"

As I spoke, I slipped my other hand under her rosy sweater. The girl's upper body was bare, with smooth and delicate skin, and her elastic and fleshy breasts were just the right size to be grasped.

Grabbing her breasts, I fondled them incessantly, asking, "Xiao Xinxin, your breasts seem to have gotten bigger. Do Li Ziqiang often squeeze them?"

Zhao Xinrui didn't answer, only pressing her hands on my knees, forcibly maintaining her balance.

While kneading, I abandoned her buttocks, my hand sliding down her waist from behind between her legs, expertly pressing and squeezing her labia through the gap in her panties, my fingers seemingly trying to break through the stockings and shove them into her lips. In a moment, I pinched one of Zhao Xinrui's nipples with one hand and pinched her two swollen labia with the other, simultaneously kneading and rubbing them forcefully.

"You…you be gentle!"

Zhao Xinrui, who had been silent until now, finally couldn't bear the pain any longer, pushing away my lewd hands while protesting.

As soon as she finished speaking, I suddenly withdrew both hands, as if heeding her opinion. Just as Zhao Xinrui relaxed, a sudden, strong push came from behind, causing her to lurch forward and land face-first on the coffee table in front of the sofa.

"Ah! What are you doing!"

Zhao Xinrui cried out in surprise, and before she could regain her balance, I pinned her down.

I pulled her denim skirt up to her waist, my hands groping her plump buttocks. "Little cunt, you're in a hurry, aren't you? I don't want any foreplay, let's get started!"

I said, grabbing the stockings on Zhao Xinrui's inner thighs and pulling them forcefully to the sides. Surprisingly, perhaps because I bought a high-end pair, they were quite sturdy, and they didn't tear even after several pulls.

"I... I'll just take them off!"

Zhao Xinrui said, trying to get up, but I forcefully pushed her back down again.

"What a joke, I'm going to make you wear these today!"

I said, using my knee to spread Zhao Xinrui's legs apart. Because her legs were spread wide, Zhao Xinrui's stockings created a tent-like bulge in her crotch. I carefully observed the texture, grabbed along the seam of her panties between her buttocks, and tore downwards with all my might, finally ripping through the sturdy barrier. Stockings are like that; when intact, they're flawless, but once torn, they're a complete disaster. Zhao Xinrui's plump buttocks were immediately exposed, her thick labia clearly visible to me.

Zhao Xinrui felt a sudden chill in her sensitive area. Just as she tried to close her legs, she felt a strong hand on her private parts, not only covering her entire vulva but also having two fingers, like nimble snakes, part her labia and probe into her pink opening.

"Hey, you…you be gentle!"

The intrusion made the girl extremely uncomfortable, and she involuntarily twisted her body.

She wanted to reach out and stop my rough and lewd act, but her upper body was pinned to the coffee table, unable to move.

I had no intention of showing her any mercy. I pressed one hand against her back to prevent her from resisting, while using the other hand to spread her tightly closed labia with two fingers. My middle finger quickly slid into her dry, wet opening. My finger was incredibly tender inside the sealed space, and it slowly became moist with each thrust.

Zhao Xinrui cried out in pain, unable to hold back any longer, screaming, "Hey, no... don't be so rough, it hurts!"

She struggled to break free and tried to sit up.

Actually, the coffee table was small and the height was quite inconvenient. Seeing her jump up, I pulled her up and then, before she could regain her balance, pushed her down onto the sofa next to me. With a thud, Zhao Xinrui fell onto the sofa. Just as she was about to get up again, I grabbed her waist firmly with both hands.

"Ouch, what are you trying to do?"

A strong force came from her waist, making her kneel down. She didn't even have time to find a foothold for her hands, which were originally supporting her on the side.

A young girl, disheveled, knelt before me, her full buttocks raised high. I immediately placed one leg on the floor and the other on the inside of the sofa, eagerly pressing my body against hers. While rubbing my hard penis against her buttocks, I lewdly said, "Hehe, aren't you in a hurry to see your brother Ziqiang? Let's not waste time..."

Just then, my penis slid down her cleft, parting her still slightly ajar labia from my fingers. With that, I thrust fiercely, penetrating Zhao Xinrui's vagina deeply.

"Mmm...so good. Xinxin's little cunt is still so tight. Looks like Li Ziqiang's skills aren't all that great!"

Enjoying the inexplicable sensation of my penis enveloping her, I couldn't help but mock.

"Ah!"

She cried out in pain, her body instantly losing strength. If I hadn't had one hand holding her waist, she probably would have collapsed completely, unable to maintain her current position.

Zhao Xinrui's vagina wasn't very wet, and this forceful insertion without lubrication caused pain not only for her but also for me. However, the pleasure from the girl's constantly spasming and twitching vagina quickly overshadowed the discomfort. I slowly withdrew my penis, pressed the glans against her vaginal opening, and then thrust it in hard once more.

Zhao Xinrui's delicate body was in excruciating pain from this cruel ravaging, and she kicked her legs wildly, protesting, "Ouch, you... can't you be gentler? You're ruining me like this, what do you take me for?"

"I pay you every time I'm done with you, what do you think I am?"

I said disdainfully, and then began to thrust relentlessly.

Being violated like this without any preparation was extremely painful for the girl's body, and my words clearly treated her like a prostitute, which further traumatized her. Zhao Xinrui braced herself with both hands, struggling to turn her head and glaring at me with eyes that seemed to spit fire.

"Turn your head away!"

I shoved her shoulder, causing her to lose her balance and fall back down. "Who wants to see your slutty face!"

She knew what I meant. Although I was having sex with Zhao Xinrui today, my mind was on Jiang Shan, so I used the rear-entry position. Enraged, Zhao Xinrui struggled to support her upper body with one hand, while wildly waving the other, cursing recklessly, "You pervert, you hooligan, you bastard, you...you're not human!"

"Go ahead and curse, the more you curse, the harder I'll fuck you!"

I said, withdrawing my right hand from her shoulder, slipping it under her stockings and pulling down her panties, pressing a finger against her anus.

"I...I won't curse anymore, please let me go, please..."

Zhao Xinrui, always a bully who preys on the weak, had her resistance suppressed by me and was at her wits' end. She began to plead softly again, but before she could finish speaking, she felt a strange sensation coming from her anus, knowing that I was inserting my finger inside. Her body, which had just begun to adjust to the pain of the forceful thrusting in her vagina, had barely regained a little strength when her anus was compromised and she immediately lost it all again.

She hurriedly begged, "No...no, don't, don't do it there...it hurts!" While pleading, she tried to push away my wicked right hand, but how could a girl's strength compare to that of a mad, lustful beast? No matter how she struggled, she couldn't shake my lewd hand that was constantly inserting my finger into her anus.

I raised my middle finger and rotated it as I thrust it into Zhao Xinrui's anus. The black stockings and white panties with red dots were stretched into a beautiful arc by my hand. Soon, my middle finger was fully inserted into Zhao Xinrui's anus. Then, it moved in sync with the rhythm of my thrusting into her vagina, while her small, delicate hand, like an ant trying to shake a tree, could only weakly grasp my wrist, swaying with the rhythm of my hand.

Actually, every girl I've had sex with has had her anus stimulated by my hand to some extent, but none as roughly and deeply as this time. The reason I was so brutally lewd with Zhao Xinrui was partly because I already considered her a woman who deserved her fate, treating her simply as a tool for my sexual gratification; and partly because of the slut's physical reaction when I violated her anus. Every time I inserted my middle finger into her anus, not only her intestines but also her vagina would contract incessantly, making my penis inside feel incredibly pleasurable, almost causing me to ejaculate.

Therefore, along with the in-and-out movement of my penis, I began to play with her anus with great interest.

Zhao Xinrui knew she couldn't fight me with strength alone, so her slender hand on my wrist changed tactics, constantly hitting, twisting, and pinching, trying to make me give in to the pain and let go of her anus.

To be honest, this little bitch's fingers were quite strong; they pinched me and it hurt, especially her long, sharp nails that dug deep into my flesh, which annoyed me greatly. Unable to bear it any longer, I released my right hand from her anus, flipped my wrist, and grabbed her small hand. This actually gave me better balance, and I thrust even more violently. Zhao Xinrui was now too weak to resist, and her curses had ceased, leaving only heavy, panting breaths.

I had finally conquered the girl beneath me with my lewd power, looking at her bright red velvet sweater, her sexy and alluring denim skirt pulled up to her waist, and her long, shapely legs encased in black stockings. The figure before me did indeed resemble Jiang Shan, the beauty of my dreams. If she were to submissively lie down and let me ravage and play with her, would I be so rough and cruel?

Thinking this, I finally slowed my pace and reduced the intensity. My left hand, which had been firmly gripping the girl's waist, slowly loosened, lifting the hem of her sweater and slipping inside her abdomen to gently cup and fondle one of her breasts.

Just then, the phone rang from Zhao Xinrui's bag on the coffee table.

She had tried various ways to resist, but to no avail; instead, the situation only worsened.

Exhausted and helpless, she resigned herself to lying motionless on the sofa, letting me fuck her, hoping the man on top of her would reach orgasm quickly and end this perverse and abusive act. Unexpectedly, after she gave up resisting, the man gradually returned to normal, no longer so rough. Although she was still forced into this intercourse, at least for now, she wasn't suffering any more pain. Just as she was hoping the man would finish quickly so she could escape her misery, a phone call came in unexpectedly.

"I... my phone is ringing, it must be Ziqiang calling, let me answer it!"

Zhao Xinrui immediately perked up, trying to roll over to reach her handbag.

I thrust in and out of Zhao Xinrui's vagina, lovingly kneading her breasts, but my mind was on another girl I could only dream of, completely ignoring the ringing phone. Zhao Xinrui's words interrupted my reverie, and my penis inside her vagina and my left hand gripping her breast abruptly stopped. So, I had been playing with a promiscuous slut all along!

"No, I'm enjoying myself, you can answer the phone later!"

I regained my previous indifference, forcefully pulling Zhao Xinrui's arm with my right hand, lifting her upper body off the sofa, and simultaneously grabbing one of her breasts with my left hand, squeezing the flesh hard, while thrusting my lower body forward, the head of my penis pressing firmly against the girl's clitoris.

"Ouch, that hurts!"

Zhao Xinrui knew she couldn't win against me and didn't dare to resist, so she pleaded, "Brother Yang, please let me answer, I'll just be more accommodating later, okay?"

Her eyes were pleading, and beneath her weariness, there was a hint of allure.

I knew her allure was feigned, just to temporarily please me and achieve her goal, but I still went along with her wishes, got up, took her bag, took out her phone, and handed it to her.

As I stood up, Zhao Xinrui also turned over and knelt down, took the phone, nodded gratefully at me, and said, "Don't say anything, wait until I finish this..."

Just as she finished speaking, I suddenly grabbed her ankles with both hands, and before she could react, I had pulled her down onto the sofa.

She held the phone as if afraid of dropping it, yet dared not answer. As she lay down, she couldn't help but ask, "Hey, what are you doing?"

"Why wait for you to finish? To save time, we'll do it while you continue!"

I lewdly chuckled, parting Zhao Xinrui's legs, kneeling beneath her, adjusting my position, and preparing to insert my penis.

Zhao Xinrui was shocked and furious, but the previous 'struggle' had exhausted her strength. She wanted to stop me but lacked the power, and hurriedly protested, "No...no, Zi...Ziqiang will hear! Wait...wait..."

At this moment, I had already placed the head of my penis against her vulva, my hands holding her thighs: "How can you wait for something like this? I'm going to have my turn, whether you continue or not is up to you!"

Ignoring her protests, I gently inserted my penis into her vagina.

Seeing that I was being relatively gentle, Zhao Xinrui looked at the caller ID on her phone, hesitated for a moment, and finally pressed the answer button: "Hello, Ziqiang!"

She tried to keep her tone calm, afraid that the other end would notice something was wrong.

The porn I was playing on my DVD player wasn't on, and there was no other sound in the room except for this phone call, so I could vaguely hear the man's voice on the other end: "Hey baby, why did it take you so long to answer my call? What's up?"

"Oh, the firecrackers were too loud, I didn't hear them, ouch..."

Hearing Zhao Xinrui say this, I admired her lying skills and chuckled inwardly before thrusting my penis hard into her vagina.

The suddenness of the blow caused Zhao Xinrui to cry out in pain. Li Ziqiang, sitting opposite her, immediately asked with concern, "What's wrong, baby?"

Knowing I was deliberately being mischievous, Zhao Xinrui arched her back and looked at me with pleading eyes. Seeing me slowly nod, she lay back down, pretending to be nonchalant, and replied, "Oh, nothing. A mouse just ran out and scared me!"

"Really? Your hygiene is terrible. I told you to move in with me, but you wouldn't agree!"

Li Ziqiang believed her and wanted to go along with it, trying to coax her into living with him. Little did he know that his girlfriend was currently enjoying herself immensely. Thinking about this, I felt inexplicably excited, and my penis suddenly became even thicker inside Zhao Xinrui's vagina.

The pleasure surged, causing me to increase the force and frequency of my thrusts. Zhao Xinrui couldn't withstand the stimulation and couldn't help but make "mmm" sounds. She hurriedly covered the phone tightly with her hand, then propped herself up to suppress her anger, pleading, "Brother Yang, please don't do this. Let me answer the phone properly. Please stop playing tricks on me, okay?"

I grabbed her hips and pulled her down hard, causing Zhao Xinrui to lose her balance and fall back down. At the same time, my penis penetrated even deeper into her wet hole, and I teased, "Go ahead and answer it. I didn't stop you!"

After saying that, I ignored her protests and continued to fuck her relentlessly.

Zhao Xinrui had no choice but to endure the strange feeling in her lower body and try to adjust her tone. Only when she felt comfortable did she dare to put the phone to her ear.

"Hello, baby, hello... why aren't you saying anything again?"

As soon as she lifted her hand from the phone, Li Ziqiang's concerned inquiry came from the other end.

Zhao Xinrui struggled to withstand the electric current surging through her lower body, gritting her teeth as she answered in her calmest voice possible, "No...it's nothing, maybe the signal was bad. I couldn't hear you just now either, but it's normal now, um...whoosh..."

She thought she could adapt to the situation, but to her surprise, instead of slowing down her thrusting, I used my thumb and middle finger to spread her labia and my index finger to tease her delicate clitoris, while my other hand lifted her shirt and pinched and squeezed one of her breasts, flicking the erect nipple up and down with my index finger.

Having her sensitive areas touched like this, even though the feeling was extremely inappropriate, her honest body still transmitted it to Zhao Xinrui's brain, causing her to moan uncontrollably. Not only that, but while I was fondling her body, I whispered, "Slutty Xinxin, if it feels good, just scream it out. Let Li Ziqiang across the street know how beautifully his girl is being fucked by someone else!"

"Xinrui, what's wrong with you? I feel like you're acting a little strange today. Are you feeling unwell?"

Li Ziqiang also noticed that Zhao Xinrui's tone was a bit odd and couldn't help but ask.

Before she could speak, I lowered my voice and answered for her, "Feels good, how could I feel unwell? There's a big cock fucking our little slut so good it's almost killing me!"

"Hey Xinrui, it sounds like someone's talking over there. Who is it?"

Li Ziqiang couldn't hear the voices on their end, but he still caught some sounds and couldn't help but ask.

"Oh, nothing, it's just the TV program!"

Zhao Xinrui replied in a nonchalant tone while glaring at me with wide, furious eyes.

Ignoring the deep hatred in her eyes, I simply leaned down and straddled Zhao Xinrui, one hand holding her left buttock, the other lifting her right leg to allow for deeper and more flexible thrusting.

Zhao Xinrui was undoubtedly hoping her boyfriend would hang up the phone quickly, otherwise it would be difficult to keep up the pretense. But contrary to her wishes, Li Ziqiang showed no sign of ending the call: "Baby, watching TV at home is so boring. Do you know where I am right now? I'm watching fireworks at the water park. It'll be almost midnight. I was hoping you'd come with me, but now you're too late. How about we listen to the New Year's bells together on the phone?"

Zhao Xinrui listened to her boyfriend's sweet words while I fucked her with great pleasure. Li Ziqiang's voice seemed to give me an aphrodisiac, making my thrusts exceptionally fierce. Under these circumstances, Zhao Xinrui could no longer maintain her composure; her increasingly heavy breathing and frequent low moans filled my ears. Fortunately, Li Ziqiang was in a noisy area, and given his current state of excitement, anyone listening closely would have known what Zhao Xinrui was facing.

While thrusting vigorously, I whispered in Zhao Xinrui's other ear, "What's wrong, you little slut? You used to scream so loudly when I fucked you, why are you mute today? Scream, scream..."

As I spoke, I thrust my penis firmly.

"Darling, the New Year's bells are about to ring, the countdown has started, listen..."

Li Ziqiang's excited voice came through the phone, followed by hundreds of people chanting in unison, "Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five..."

At the same time, I mustered all my strength, one hand around Zhao Xinrui's neck, the other firmly gripping her left buttock, my penis pounding wildly against her clitoris. Unable to suppress the physical stimulation any longer, the pain and pleasure broke through her carefully maintained psychological defenses, and she couldn't help but let out a loud, wanton cry: "Oh my god, I'm dying... so... so intense... I can't take it... no... I can't take it..."

With her moans, a clear, sweet nectar flowed from deep within her vagina, drenching my penis.

The familiar pleasure instantly descended upon me, my penis tightly enveloped, the folds of her vagina rubbing against my shaft with each contraction.

"So good, Zhao Xinrui, your little cunt feels so fucking good to fuck, mmm..."

I gripped her neck tightly, pressing the head of my penis against her clitoris, and gritted my teeth as I cried out. In an instant, Zhao Xinrui's moans, my cries, and the shouts of hundreds of people on the other end of the phone rang out simultaneously.

"Three, two, one, oh—"

As the New Year's cheers rang out, my ejaculation

subsided, "Ah—" Thick semen gushed from my penis, splashing onto Zhao Xinrui's cervix. The heat made Zhao Xinrui's body tense instantly, and she let out a long moan, "Mmm—", the three cries echoing together.

"Darling, the New Year is here, 2002 is here, Happy New Year, I love you!" Li

Ziqiang's voice interrupted our unrestrained, exhausted breathing.

Zhao Xinrui knew that my defilement of her had come to an end. Relieved, she gritted her teeth to steady her scattered mind, took a deep breath, and replied, "Happy New Year, Ziqiang, I...I love you too!"

Tears of guilt flashed in her eyes, and then she turned her head to stare at me with eyes that seemed to spit fire. After panting a few times, she said into the phone, "Ziqiang, my phone is almost out of battery, I have to go now, I'll call you again tomorrow!"

Without waiting for a response, she immediately pressed the hang-up button.

I lay comfortably on my elbows, sideways next to her. Seeing that she had turned off her phone, I couldn't resist making a sarcastic remark: "Hey, my slutty Xin Xin is all looks and no brains. If you'd thought of the low battery excuse earlier, you wouldn't have had to pretend so hard!"

Zhao Xinrui was already furious at my humiliation, and now hearing me act innocent after getting the better of her only fueled her anger. But somehow, she found the strength to sit up abruptly, glaring at me with sidelong glances, biting her lower lip and panting heavily, looking like she wanted to tear me apart. I, however, met her gaze without flinching, looking relaxed and smug, completely ignoring her.

After a long while, Zhao Xinrui suddenly stood up, silently walked to the side, took off her 'costume' piece by piece, picked up her own clothes, put them on, grabbed her bag, and left. She took two steps, turned back, and glared at me fiercely, saying, "Yang Ziyang, you just wait and see, I'll make you pay for the suffering you caused me, just you wait!"

This woman is extremely vengeful. She betrayed Chen Jing to me over a mere rumor and even helped me plot against her; I've experienced that firsthand. But it's precisely this that gives me a sense of conquest. I not only want to make her scream in bed, but also to be mentally superior to her. Therefore, I made an indifferent gesture and said, "Whatever, but I seriously doubt your abilities..."

Saying this, I stood up, walked to the other side of the coffee table to get a cigarette, and then slowly sat back down to continue, "Let me ask you a simple question, I don't know if you can answer it correctly. When your brother Ziqiang was on the phone with you just now, why didn't he hear you screaming so loudly and lewdly later? Do you know why?"

At that time, Zhao Xinrui's biggest worry was that her boyfriend would find out about what we did, so she endured my ravaging and tried her best to hold back from making any noise. But in the end, she couldn't hold back any longer. Not only did I make lewd noises, but she also shouted loudly. With that kind of noise, Li Ziqiang on the other side couldn't possibly not hear it, but why was he completely unaware?

Although Zhao Xinrui was very relieved, she was also very puzzled. When I asked her, she frowned and said, "Why? Is it because it's too noisy?"

After saying that, she immediately realized something was wrong and shook her head to think.

"With your IQ, you think you can go against me? Give me a break!"

I smiled smugly, slowly lit a cigarette, took a puff, and said gently, "At that time, he was holding the phone high, letting you hear those people's countdown shouts. The receiver was at least half a meter away from his ear, and there was a lot of noise around. That's why he foolishly acted like a cuckold again, understand?"

Seeing Zhao Xinrui's enlightened expression, I continued, "I also figured that out, which is why I dared to do what you hate so much. Let me tell you, although I'm pretty bad, I never do anything reckless. Cooperating with me won't do you any harm. If you're determined to make things difficult for me, hmph!"

At this moment, I stretched out a tissue to wipe the filth off the sofa, held the dirty tissue in my hand, waved it at her, and threw it into the wastebasket next to me, saying, "Alright, I've said what I needed to say. It's up to you what you do!"

After saying that, I didn't look at her again, turned on the audio from the pornographic video, and started watching the pornographic video myself.

After Zhao Xinrui left, I received a phone call from Shen Dan and a text message from Jiang Shan. One was heartfelt, the other polite, both New Year's greetings. But I always felt that enjoying the passion of a lover and longing for the beauty of my dreams were not as exciting or fun as outsmarting someone, outwitting them, and finally capturing them to do as I pleased.

2001 passed just like that. My life changed this year due to coincidences, and this change intensified to the point where I could almost lose control of my desires. I gained and enjoyed a lot this year, but I still had to spend New Year's Eve alone. If I had truly loved, if I had been less cunning and scheming, perhaps there would be a girl who truly loved me by my side right now, spending the night with me. Maybe!

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