[Urban] Clouds and Rain (Complete) - 3

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Chapter Four.

The hospital was silent at midnight. A glaring red light shone from the operating room door at the far end of the third floor, the words "Operation in Progress" clearly visible, reminding everyone that this was not a false nightmare from which they could wake at any moment, but a real, undeniable fact, regardless of how the person involved chose to face it.

Outside the operating room, Lu Zhiyuan sat on a green plastic stool, bent over deeply, elbows against his knees, his face buried between his hands. Siyun sat in the chair opposite her, leaning slightly against the white wall. Siyu's petite upper body rested on her lap, her hands gently stroking her sister's hair.

Siyu was covered with a yellow blanket, her delicate face still bearing faint tear tracks. Exhausted from crying, the little girl now rested her head on her sister's lap, fast asleep.

"Siyun,"

a gentle, soft voice sounded above Lu Siyun's head, "would you like to take your sister to the duty room to sleep for a while? I've already arranged a bed."

The voice belonged to a woman in a white nurse's uniform. She was dignified and beautiful, like a night-blooming cereus blooming on a summer night, her fragrance refreshing all who

beheld her. Looking at this angel in white, Siyun felt a little more at ease. Although the woman was only ten years older than her, her kind concern soothed the girl's troubled heart. Her gentle face reminded her of her mother in the operating room.

"Thank you, Sister Qiuye,"

Siyun said with a forced smile on her seemingly calm face, "We feel more at ease waiting here."

Murong Qiuye gently touched the girl's forehead, wiping away the fine beads of sweat, looking at the girl who was trying so hard to remain strong with heartache. She is Murong Qiuye, the head nurse of Aimin Hospital. Upon learning of Jia Xinjie's car accident, she immediately notified her husband, Lin Junxiong, who was attending a neuroscience conference in Hong Kong, to rush back to Dongdu to treat his friend's beloved wife.

Then, together with the Lu family, they went to Tianmushan County Central Hospital. After ensuring the local doctors, who were helpless with the intracranial hemorrhage, took necessary precautions, they transferred Xinjie to Aimin Hospital in Dongdu. Lin Junxiong, despite his travel fatigue, rushed into the operating room immediately after getting off the plane; nine hours have passed since then.

After confirming that Siyun didn't need anything, Qiuye walked to Lu Zhiyuan, who was burying his head in his hands, and whispered, "Zhiyuan, don't worry, Junxiong will do his best."

Lu Zhiyuan slowly raised his head, glanced at the closed operating room door with a somewhat blank look, and said in a hoarse voice, "Qiuye, thank you for your trouble."

"Don't be so formal with us,"

Qiuye looked at him gently, "As long as Xinjie is alright, everything is fine."

At this moment, a beep sounded in the quiet corridor. The red light on the operating room door, after being lit for nine hours, finally went out. Siyun clenched her fists involuntarily, her breathing became rapid, and her whole body trembled slightly. Siyu, who had just fallen asleep, was also awakened and looked in the direction of the door with sleepy eyes. Everyone's eyes were fixed on the still closed operating room door.

"Sizzle..."

The operating room door opened a crack, and a man in green surgical scrubs stepped out. He struggled to pull off his mask, revealing a handsome face that looked slightly haggard, his tall frame slightly hunched.

Qiu Ye rushed forward, embracing her husband's weary body, and softly asked, "How is he?"

Lin Junxiong looked at his beloved wife's beautiful face and managed a weak smile, uttering words that reassured everyone present, "The surgery was basically successful; her life is out of danger."

The father and his two daughters looked at this top neurosurgeon in the country, momentarily speechless. Just as Lu Zhiyuan stood up to express his gratitude, Lin Junxiong waved him aside, "Although her life is saved, due to the severity of the injury and excessive intracranial hemorrhage, some intracranial tissues have been damaged to varying degrees. Therefore, I cannot guarantee that Xin Jie will wake up completely after the surgery. I'm sorry, Zhiyuan,"

Lin Junxiong said weakly.

"Junxiong, thank you so much,"

Lu Zhiyuan grasped his hand, nodding repeatedly.

"Yes, Uncle Lin, thank you for saving Mom."

Siyun's light voice trembled slightly, her eyes glistening with tears of emotion.

"Alright, alright. Zhiyuan will treat me to a meal next time."

Lin Junxiong shook his head, forcing a smile. "You two little girls need to rest more. If you get tired, your father won't be able to handle it."

Just as they were talking, the operating room doors were suddenly flung open, and a stretcher with an IV stand was wheeled out, surrounded by several medical staff. Xinjie lay on her back, several alarming IV tubes inserted into her pale arms, a transparent oxygen mask covering her beautiful face, and a white sterile protective cap on her head.

"Mom,"

the two girls immediately rushed over, tears streaming down their faces as they looked at their unresponsive mother, yet they dared not cry out loud, biting their lips tightly, letting the tears slide silently down their cheeks. Lu Zhiyuan stood there, staring blankly at his wife, his face expressionless and dazed; no one could tell what he was thinking.

Qiu Ye took the two sobbing girls in her arms, gently comforting them. Their tears soaked the fabric of the head nurse's uniform.

Holding Lu Zhiyuan's hand and seeing his stunned expression, Lin Junxiong comforted him gently, "Alright, you can rest assured now that we're at my family's hospital. Xin Jie needs to be observed in the ICU for a while. After her condition stabilizes, I'll perform surgery to try and remove the blood clots that are still pressing on her nerves. Maybe then she'll wake up."

"Yes,"

Qiu Ye turned around, "I'll arrange the best nurses to be on duty, so don't worry."

"Then, can we watch over her from the side?"

Si Yu asked, choking back tears, her bright eyes veiled in a misty rain.

“No,”

Qiu Ye gently stroked her hair, explaining to the girl in her arms, “Families aren’t allowed in the ICU. There are many professional nurses on duty there, so don’t worry.”

“I… I won’t cause trouble, okay? Just watch from the side.”

The little girl sobbed, her tearful eyes pleading as she looked at Qiu Ye.

“No, Ayu.”

The head nurse wiped the tears from her face with her fingers, “It’s the hospital’s policy. This way, Mom can recover better, okay…”

“Siyu, we have to listen to Sister Qiu Ye,”

Siyun raised her head, cupping her younger sister’s tear-streaked face in her hands, “That way, Mom will get better.”

Listening to the three girls, Lin Junxiong turned his gaze to Lu Zhiyuan beside him. He remained silent, his eyes fixed on the direction his wife had left in.

A few days after the car accident, the traffic police’s investigation report came out. Xin Jie’s car was grazed by a large truck that overtook her while going downhill, causing it to lose its balance and crash into the mountain pass. Traffic management authorities are currently making every effort to track down the truck involved in the accident.

The sole fatality, the driver of the vehicle, Yu Wang, was the vice general manager of Yu Mi Brothers, a well-known film company where Xin Jie worked. He was also the only son of the company's founder, Yu Dabang, was 40 years old, unmarried, and had only two adopted sons.

After several days of bombardment by newspapers and tabloids, the media frenzy finally subsided. Under strong suppression from the film company, media coverage focused primarily on remembering Yu Wang's contributions to the film industry and the well wishes from some familiar celebrities to Xin Jie. Only a few Hong Kong media outlets were sensationalizing possible rumors about the two being involved in the car accident.

Xin Jie's condition was basically stable; she was in the best intensive care unit in the hospital, but as Lin Junxiong had said, she was completely unconscious, just sleeping soundly. Lu Zhiyuan only visited her once, glancing through the door of the ward before using the excuse of talking to Junxiong at the door to avoid going in.

He simply didn't know how he could face Xin Jie now, even though she was still unconscious.

Lu Zhiyuan sat quietly behind his desk, not uttering a word all morning. Almost all the employees believed that their affectionate boss was worried about his beautiful and dignified wife's condition. These past few days, Xin Jie's car accident has become the hottest topic throughout the company. After expressing their grief, some reminisced about the boss's wife's beauty, some pitied the boss's plight, and others worried about the fate of the two girls.

The production workshop was doing alright, but the office had seen absolutely no work efficiency for days. The gossipy women from the procurement department, along with a few idle men, had turned the place into a giant vegetable market.

Just as everyone was chatting happily, the room suddenly fell silent. A woman in a pale white suit jacket and matching skirt walked through the doorway, the clatter of her high heels on the floor silencing the office noise.

Li Ying, 32 years old, had been hired as the general manager's secretary six years ago when Lu Zhiyuan moved the factory to this industrial park. Her meticulous and conscientious work, coupled with her business acumen and competence, complemented Lu Zhiyuan's technical background perfectly.

Having worked alongside Lu Zhiyuan for six years, she was not only familiar with the company's entire operational process and customer base but also knew a great deal about his family. She knew that for Lu Zhiyuan, family, wife, and daughter were far more important than his career.

Li Ying walked past the entrance to the procurement department, ignoring the laughing people inside, and went straight up the corner stairs. Her white high heels left a series of crisp footsteps on the clean cement floor. She

gently pushed open the door to the general manager's office and saw Lu Zhiyuan, dressed in a white shirt, sitting behind his desk, his hands supporting his forehead. His usually neatly combed hair was somewhat disheveled, and the blue folder on the desk was still the same as when she had brought it that morning. The teacup beside him, once full of tea, was now completely dry.

Li Ying slowly walked to the desk and called softly, "Mr. Lu, Mr. Lu."

Lu Zhiyuan removed his hand from his forehead, slowly raising his head. His face was weary, a tuft of hair drooping between his brows, and his two dark eyes slowly moved in their deep-set sockets. He said in a low, hoarse voice, "Secretary Li, is there anything I can help you with?"

"Mr. Lu, you should eat something."

Li Ying handed him a large plastic lunchbox.

"Oh,"

Lu Zhiyuan glanced at the wall clock; the hour hand had already passed one. He smiled weakly, "I didn't realize it was already past one."

"I noticed you hadn't had lunch, so I brought you some."

Li Ying looked quietly at the man before her, her eyes filled with pity.

“Thank you,”

Lu Zhiyuan glanced at the lunchbox on the table, his face showing a hint of anger. “I don’t want to eat right now, just leave it here.”

Before Li Ying could offer any words of comfort, he pointed to the blue folder on the table and continued, “Could you please take care of these things for me? Just do them the way they always have. Also, about the order from Thailand last time, tell Lao Wei and the others to pay attention to the quality.”

“Okay.”

After hearing Lu Zhiyuan’s words, looking at his drooping shoulders, Li Ying sighed inwardly, gathered the folder on the table, and turned to leave the office.

Like everyone else, she thought that their beloved CEO Lu must be grieving for his wife’s misfortune. Actually, Lu Zhiyuan didn’t know what he was thinking, or rather, he didn’t know what he should be thinking.

Although Xin Jie had betrayed him and their family, they had been married for over ten years; he should at least feel some sadness. Yet, he felt a sense of relief, not because he was happy that heaven had punished the adulterous couple, but because he no longer had to face the most difficult problem. Before this, he spent the entire night in the old house seriously thinking about how to handle his relationship with his wife.

Pretending to be indifferent was impossible; he was heartbroken whenever he thought of his wife's infidelity, he went mad whenever he thought of her writhing under another man's crotch, and his heart bled whenever he thought of her playing that childbirth game with another man. (Advertisement: Still relying on your hands? How can that be enjoyable? Forum reputation guaranteed! Healthy anti-premature ejaculation masturbation exerciser, real oral sex pleasure experience, hot recommendation! Maintain ejaculation sensation for 30 minutes, so pleasurable you'll faint! Fully automated masturbation with 12 different sexual positions and vibration frequencies. Click to enter.)

But if he divorced, or if he exposed this affair, his family would be finished. Not to mention the ruin of his reputation, just thinking of poor Siyu and Siyun made Lu Zhiyuan's heart ache. For so many years, he had treated them as his own children; was he going to make them call that adulterer "Dad"?

Lu Zhiyuan's father died in an accident after he graduated from junior high school, and his mother passed away before enjoying the wealth he brought her for many years. His attachment to his family prevented him from bringing himself to destroy what seemed like a perfect home.

This "coincidentally" occurring car accident conveniently resolved his dilemma, but it still didn't make him understand why his wife would willingly abandon him and their child to pursue a life of debauchery with another man.

He was confident he had provided Xin Jie with a comfortable family life and the freedom to pursue her career; why would she betray him?

Lu Zhiyuan clutched his head, the only sounds escaping his throat being a low, painful growl and heavy breathing. Just then, the phone on the table rang. He glanced at the red receiver, grabbed it, and said in a deep voice, "Hello."

A young woman's voice came through. "Hello, is this Mr. Lu Zhiyuan?"

"Yes, who is this?"

"Oh, I'm sorry to bother you. I'm a customer service representative from Hongke Real Estate Company. Are you Ms. Jia Xinjie's husband?"

Jia Xinjie, husband—these words sent a shiver down Lu Zhiyuan's spine. He asked in his deep voice, "Yes, what can I do for you?"

"It's like this,"

the young woman continued in a professional, sweet voice, "Ms. Jia bought a villa in our Xishan Courtyard project, but she hasn't paid her property management fees for the past four months, and we can't reach her using the contact information she left. We understand that you are her husband, and we would like to contact you to handle some related matters."

"..."

Hearing the girl's words, Lu Zhiyuan was filled with countless questions. He had never heard of Xishan Courtyard before. His speech returned to normal. "Well, may I ask you, where is your project located?" Dongdu,

with its sea breeze blowing, not only borders the sea and rivers, but also boasts a continuous range of mountains to its west. These mountains are actually just hills a few hundred meters high, not particularly tall, but they still possess a certain majestic grandeur amidst the dense network of rivers and waterways of the Jiangnan region.

This mountain range is called Xiaomu Mountain, a name supposedly given by an emperor on an eastern tour in ancient times, and the name has remained unchanged through the changing dynasties.

Lu Zhiyuan drove along the highway leading into the mountains. According to the girl he'd just met, Xishan Courtyard was a villa project developed by Hongke Real Estate five years ago, consisting of about a hundred villas. Xin Jie had bought one of these detached villas about three years ago.

However, she had never mentioned it to him, and Lu Zhiyuan had a feeling that perhaps he could find the answer to his question in that villa.

The sweltering heat of Dongdu was long gone, and the road surface no longer reflected the blinding white light. Upon entering the Xiaomu Mountain area, the winding mountain road was covered with lush green forests on both sides. Tall ancient trees spread their canopies, shielding the scorching sun from the heat; only under the swaying shadows could dappled sunlight fall on the ground.

The man turned off the air conditioning, opened the car window, and let the cool, moist breeze into the car. Lu Zhiyuan rested one hand on the window; the mountain wind extinguished the cigarette between his fingers. He used to never smoke, obeying his mother's orders, but in the past few days, the carton of Zhonghua cigarettes on the passenger seat had dwindled to half empty.

The car hadn't gone far when he saw a side road leading to the foothills on the other side. Looking up, Lu Zhiyuan saw a sign that read "Xishan Yaju, Yijia Courtyard." This seemed to be the place. He turned onto the road, taking the southern route.

The girl who had called at noon had said the project was divided into a north and south section, one with Chinese-style architecture and the other with Western style. Xin Jie had bought the last villa in the south section. Upon arriving at the villa area, Lu Zhiyuan got out of the car, found the girl in the office building, paid several thousand yuan in overdue property fees, registered with his ID, and received a spare key to the room.

Then, he declined her offer to accompany him and walked alone to the villa's door.

The villa wasn't large; a courtyard surrounded by tall evergreen shrubs was filled with flowers and plants. The white house was in a typical European style, with metal window frames cast in beautiful four-leaf clover shapes. A golden tin rooster perched on the roof, and the tall maple trees typical of Xiaomu Mountain outside the courtyard gave one the illusion of being in Europe.

Lu Zhiyuan stood in front of the door, took out the key he had just received, hesitated slightly, and inserted it into the cross-shaped lock.

Pushing open the door, he entered the marble foyer. His gaze passed over the exquisite shoe racks and porch on either side, and he found the main hall inside to be beautifully decorated. The floor was covered with high-end imported wooden flooring, and a long string of crystal chandeliers hung overhead. The hall was filled with exquisite Western furniture.

The entire hall was spotless; he ran his hand along the railing of the stairs leading to the second floor—not a speck of dust. Judging from the cleanliness, it seemed either Xin Jie was diligent in cleaning or used the place frequently. Lu Zhiyuan couldn't help but smile wryly. It seemed the lady of the house took great care of this place, while in his own home, he was the one who handled all the furnishings and decorations. Now that he thought about it, it wasn't just that Xin Jie was too busy, but more likely, she was unwilling.

He went up the stairs to the second floor and pushed open the south-facing door. A jasmine fragrance wafted out, Xin Jie's favorite scent. Lu Zhiyuan had even specially planted four pots of jasmine in the house for this reason.

The room wasn't large. In the center was a double bed covered with purple sheets. On the wall hung an exquisite framed photo with a life-size portrait of Xin Jie. The beauty, dressed in a classic European-style off-the-shoulder dress, exuded charm. A strand of hair, styled in a high bun, fell gracefully across her forehead. Her slender fingers held a small purple peacock feather fan, behind which her delicate nose and alluring lips were partially revealed.

A tight-fitting gold bra accentuated a pair of full breasts, the white flesh forming perfect semi-circles. Lu Zhiyuan was certain this couldn't possibly be just one picture; it was definitely the owner's most prized one from a series of exquisite photographs, and certainly not one he had seen himself.

Looking through the closed glass door, he could see a small but charming balcony outside the bedroom, bathed in the golden afternoon sunlight. Lu Zhiyuan had no desire to go over. This bedroom was undoubtedly where his wife and other men secretly met; the large purple bed must often be filled with the sounds of white flesh rolling and the lewd moans of lovemaking.

Just as he was about to turn away, he noticed a small green safe by the window in the corner. The metal box caught his attention; it was quite heavy. Lu Zhiyuan carried the safe out of the bedroom; he really didn't want to stay in this room, so full of suggestive imagery, any longer.

So, the man opened the safe in the next room. Lu Zhiyuan didn't even glance at the room; he went straight to the black desk opposite the door and placed the safe on the tabletop covered with a green glass plate.

With a series of clicks, he tried every possible combination of numbers—their wedding anniversary, her birthday, their daughter's birthday, his own—but he had to accept the fact that none of the possible family numbers matched the safe's combination.

He pushed open the green safe, rubbed his dry eyes with his hands, and then looked up at the unfamiliar room. A bookshelf stood against one wall, its brown wooden shelves filled with beautifully printed picture books and elegantly packaged CDs.

A large, exquisite flowerpot held elegant clivias, and several warm-toned oil paintings hung on the wall. Lu Zhiyuan wasn't interested in any of it; his gaze fell on the table. A large white ashtray sat quietly next to a pen holder; although it had been cleaned, some black cigarette stains remained inside.

"Looks like this is the study prepared for that man. It really does look like a home." Lu Zhiyuan chuckled coldly, casually pulling open a drawer in the desk. A large stack of discs in a cardboard box came into view. "What are these?" he wondered, picking them up curiously.

The slanting rays of the setting sun streamed into the room, bathing the third-floor ward in a warm orange glow. A girl in a light green dress stood beside a white hospital bed, holding a string of pink and white beads in her hand. Her watery eyes, filled with sorrow, gazed at the woman on the bed.

Her mother was still the same as always. Such a serious car accident hadn't damaged her once-proud appearance. She lay quietly in bed, her beautiful face less radiant, but with a quiet, slightly sickly air.

Apart from the protective cap on her head and the IV tube in her arm, Siyun really did have the feeling that her mother was just asleep.

Seeing Lu Siyun's somewhat sorrowful figure, Wang Chunxing, dressed in a t-shirt and denim shorts, gently placed a hand on her frail shoulder and said, "Auntie, you're very lucky. You're alright now. After a while, you'll recover, and Dr. Lin can perform another surgery. Maybe you'll wake up. Don't worry so much."

Lu Siyun knew her friend was trying to comfort her, and she turned around and smiled gratefully. She wanted to reassure her friend, but the smile she forced from her lips looked so weak.

Seeing Siyun's smile, Wang Chunxing also smiled. At the same time, the tall boy behind her felt his cheeks flush slightly at Lu Siyun's grateful smile. This angelic girl was so pure and lovely, and now she had such a sorrowful expression. This pitiful look would arouse any man's desire to protect her, to hold her in his arms and cherish her.

At last year's opening ceremony, Zhou Ming immediately noticed this freshman girl with a refined and elegant demeanor. Not only was she beautiful, but she was also very diligent in her studies, unlike many young girls who only knew how to play and joke around. All of this captivated him, who hadn't had a girlfriend in his three years of university.

Of course, such a high-quality beauty was like a torch in the dark of university; all insects would swarm around her.

Si Yun was never short of excellent suitors. To be honest, Zhou Ming didn't consider himself the best. Although he excelled in academics, sports, and club activities, there were countless boys like him at Dongdu University, many of whom also came from wealthy and influential families—something he, from an ordinary background, couldn't compare to.

However, the beautiful and talented Siyun kept all her suitors at bay. Refined and polite, she treated every boy who approached her with courtesy, giving no one a chance, her polite attitude clearly keeping everyone at arm's length.

Although this meant he had no chance, Zhou Ming wasn't disappointed. Instead, he was glad he could filter out many strong competitors. Moreover, his childhood neighbor, the tomboy Chunxing, had become Siyun's good friend, giving him an opportunity others didn't have to approach his angel. He believed that where there's a will, there's a way; with his single-minded devotion, he was sure he could win her heart.

Today was a godsend. Lu Siyun came to the hospital after school to visit her mother, and was surrounded by two tabloid reporters at the school gate. Even with Wang Chunxing's help, they couldn't shake them off. Just as their questions were about to bring Lu Siyun to tears, he happened to see this and promptly chased away the two shameless reporters, rescuing the girl. Because of this, he had the opportunity to come to the hospital with her, allowing him to further enter Lu Siyun's life.

In this special place, he met Siyun's mother for the first time. Although he had seen her in videos and pictures, seeing Jia Xinjie up close still made Zhou Ming exclaim, "Like mother, like daughter!" While Siyun and her mother didn't have the same usual demeanor, seeing Xinjie lying quietly in the hospital bed, lacking her usual radiant star quality and appearing weak and sickly, made it clear to outsiders that they were unmistakably mother and daughter.

Only such a beautiful mother could give birth to such an outstanding daughter; truly, a fine kiln produces fine porcelain, Zhou Ming thought to himself in admiration.

Lu Siyun glanced at the window, where the sky was already ablaze with the red glow of sunset, and said, "Thank you so much, Chunxing, and also, Senior Zhou. Thanks to you, we managed to get rid of those reporters."

"It's nothing. Those people are so inconsiderate of others' feelings; they only know how to rub salt in the wound,"

Zhou Ming said indignantly.

"It's getting dark. I know a pretty good restaurant nearby; let me treat you to dinner,"

Siyun said sincerely.

"This...no need to spend money, right?"

Zhou Ming scratched his head, somewhat at a loss.

Wang Chunxing looked at Zhou Ming, who was feigning politeness but whose face was full of excitement, and sighed inwardly. She patted his shoulder, "Alright, if you eat less Siyun later, it won't cost you anything."

"Hehe."

Lu Siyun listened to their conversation and showed a sweet smile for the first time today.

The evening breeze blew through the thin curtains, and the slightly cool mountain breeze mixed with the heat of the forest poured into the room. The villa hall at the innermost part of the Xishan Yaju South District was not lit. There were only two red lights in the entire room. One was the red light of the DVD player in the TV cabinet that flashed rhythmically, and the other was the ember wrapped in a piece of cigarette ash that had not fallen off. With the gusts of wind, the light flickered.

Lu Zhiyuan held a cigarette between his right index and middle fingers, motionless. If someone suddenly broke in from outside, they probably wouldn't even notice that there was a living person in the room.

The mountain villa area was already dimly lit, and sitting on the sofa in the hall, the faint light from outside made it impossible to discern the expression on his indistinct face. Wisps of smoke rising from his fingertips twisted and swirled before his eyes, like naked flesh intertwined in mating. Thick strands of smoke and thin wisps of tobacco intertwined, writhing and finally coalescing into a hazy cloud of smoke.

The smoke filled Lu Zhiyuan's vision, and the contents of the DVD he had just watched resurfaced in his mind.

In this very hall, Yu Wang, dressed in a white suit, his handsome face bearing a smug and lewd smile, looked at the woman opposite him, his satisfied eyes tinged with greed. Standing opposite him was a beautiful and dignified woman, in her thirties, the prime of her life.

This woman was Jia Xinjie. Her pretty face was adorned with vibrant makeup, her fair skin contrasting with her bright red lips, her hair styled in an updo, adorned with a white floral crown. Beneath her slender neck lay graceful collarbones, and layers of sheer fabric clung tightly to her breasts, revealing a dazzling expanse of white, tender flesh on her high, firm chest.

Her beautiful face possessed delicate features that naturally drew everyone's attention; her inherently noble and refined star quality, coupled with a haughty aloofness, fueled men's desire to conquer her.

Most stunning, however, was her lower body: slender, pointed high heels accentuated her long, graceful legs, which were encased in sheer, shimmering stockings. Several straps, one end tied to the lace trim at the top of the stockings, extended into the lace detailing of her panties.

The reason it was so clearly visible from the outside was that Jia Xinjie's wedding dress had a completely sheer, tulle skirt. The fabric was so thin it resembled a light mist, offering no concealment of the bride's alluring lower body. Through the semi-transparent skirt, her stockinged legs and full, pert buttocks were faintly visible, arousing the desires of onlookers.

The pristine white wedding dress appeared exceptionally lewd under this wanton design.

The beautiful young woman, Jia Xinjie, walked beside Yu Wang in this dress, his arms tightly wrapped around her slender waist, while the solemn and joyous wedding march played from the hall's speakers. A married woman in such a dress walking with a man in such an environment—the whole scene was truly a strange and bizarre spectacle.

The two walked to the bar in the hall to the sound of music. On the bar sat a silver cross, its origins unknown. The man took the woman's hand and kissed it, saying, "Xin Jie, will you marry me?"

Jia Xin Jie smiled shyly, her cheeks flushed even more beautifully against the backdrop of the bouquet of roses in her hands. She possessed both the mature charm of a young woman and the delicate shyness of a young girl. But on the ring finger of her left hand, which he had taken, was a silver ring—the wedding ring Lu Zhiyuan had bought for her with a month's salary, though it wasn't worth much.

The beautiful bride bit her lip and answered sweetly, "I do."

"Then let me put the ring on your finger,"

Yu Wang said with a lewd and excited smile, instantly destroying the warm atmosphere.

At least so far, this "wedding" was still somewhat normal, but the bride's next actions were beyond strange. Xin Jie leaned against the bar, her lower back against the edge, her body slightly arched back, her long legs spread wide in a V-shape, her toes pressing firmly against the ground, even her eight-centimeter heels no longer touching the ground.

Xin Jie's chin was slightly raised, her exquisite face a mixture of fear, anticipation, shyness, and a hint of indescribable excitement.

Yu Wang leered as he squatted down, his eyes fixed on the woman's parted thighs. Being stared at so intently in her most private area, Xin Jie's blush deepened to a more vibrant red.

Yu Wang gently stroked her smooth thighs, slowly moving up from her rounded knees. With each movement, the beautiful young woman's body began to tremble slightly, the trembling intensifying as he approached her pubic area.

Even her toes trembled slightly as his fingertips traced her smooth groin. At this moment, the mature beauty's private parts were completely exposed to the other man's gaze. Her white, lace panties offered no protection whatsoever; instead, the layers of pure white silk threads wove a heart-shaped net around her genitals, revealing neatly trimmed pubic hair in the center.

The fine strands of hair flowed smoothly along the bikini line against her bright red thighs, like green leaves setting off a red flower, highlighting the delicate vulva. Jia Xinjie's labia majora were slightly parted, like a bud about to bloom, the tender skin at the tip bulging, the small clitoris partially hidden within.

Although he had seen it many times, the beauty of this mature beauty's genitals still captivated him. The faint fragrance emanating from her vulva, mixed with a subtle hint of jasmine, made Yu Wang's mouth dry and his penis hard in his pants.

He swallowed hard, then laboriously pulled a small red velvet box from his pocket. Inside were two gold rings.

Yu Wang placed one hand on Xin Jie's left labia, roughly pulling them apart to reveal the pinkish-white flesh. It was hard to imagine that a beautiful young woman who had given birth to two children still maintained such a youthful, delicate appearance. The sudden opening of her labia excited the man. With his other hand, he took out a ring, flicked it with his index finger, and a finely polished small opening appeared on the ring.

Before Jia Xin Jie could react, the small gold ring was clamped onto her delicate left labia.

"Ah..."

The beautiful young woman let out a moan, her lower body trembling involuntarily. But then, as the man pulled apart her other labia, he discovered that the deep opening in the middle was already glistening with moisture.

"Hehe,"

Yu Wang chuckled, "Little bitch, looks like you quite like my wedding ring.

Don't worry, your useless husband only gave you one, your master will give you a pair." He then pinched another ring between his fingers.

The cold touch pressed against her delicate lips, but the man hesitated to press down the clamp. This unknown fear made Xin Jie tremble even more violently, her hands clenched tightly at her sides, her slender fingertips digging into her palms.

But it was this almost perverse behavior combined with the immoral pleasure that made her, already a married woman, feel increasingly excited. Suddenly, the ring moved, causing Jia Xin Jie's vaginal opening to tighten, and she let out a low moan. But what she expected to be clamped down only slid slowly across her labia under the man's control.

The cold metal scraping against her private parts and the unknown pinching pain made her already seeping vagina burn with heat. The originally pinkish-white walls of her vagina became engorged and turned crimson, even the clitoris hidden deep within the petals broke through the skin and revealed its pointed tip.

The indescribable pleasure grew stronger and stronger, making her unable to resist looking down at the other person's actions. Just as Xin Jie looked down, she saw the man leisurely looking up, waiting for her impatient response. Seeing her movement, his dark eyes were filled with desire and the satisfaction of conquest. His masculine greedy gaze made her heart flutter. At that moment, the small ring between her legs closed.

"Ahhh..."

Xin Jie's vaginal opening tightened, and a small stream of fluid spurted from her already wet vulva, speckling and wetting her transparent stockings, and also splashing onto the face of the man squatting in front of her.

The sudden orgasm made the woman's legs tremble uncontrollably. She could only maintain her balance by placing her hands on Yu Wang's shoulders. The beautiful young woman could clearly feel the small rings pinching her petals stimulating her vulva, causing it to slowly ooze fluid. Because her labia couldn't close, the warm vaginal fluid flowed down her thighs along the cool rings, leaving clear trails that slid across the smooth skin of her inner thighs, dampening the lace edges of her stockings.

Yu Wang stood up, holding the small hand on her shoulder, and looked at the blushing young woman in her wedding dress. He used the tip of his tongue to lick away the fluid that had just been splashed on her face. This action made Xin Jie feel as if he wasn't licking her, but rather her already wet and red vulva, sending another wave of tingling pleasure through her already burning lower body.

The man pulled up a chair and sat down beside her. Jia Xin Jie knelt between his legs like a submissive wife, unbuttoning his trousers and pulling them down to his knees. Just as she pulled down his bulging panties, a throbbing penis suddenly sprang out, striking her carefully made-up cheek.

The woman was startled at first, then rolled her eyes and gave Yu Wang a coquettish glare. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear with her pinky finger, held his penis with one hand, and gently massaged his scrotum with the other. Her

delicate tongue began to lick the shaft, inch by inch. Not only did her soft tongue lick the shaft, but her full red lips also occasionally sucked on the foreskin, rubbing against the bulging veins. In the height of summer, a fishy odor wafted from the man's penis and between his foreskin. The beautiful young woman found this even more unbearable, her thighs rubbing together, causing the lip rings clipped to her thighs to clink softly.

Watching the beautiful woman in front of him, adorned with a bridal crown, attentively serving him, Yu Wang felt even more smug and self-satisfied. However, such fleeting movements were no longer enough to satisfy his ever-growing lust. He grabbed Xin Jie's high-bun hair, pulled her up, and forcefully shoved his erect penis into her mouth.

"Ugh..."

The sudden movement startled Jia Xin Jie, and the penis inserted into her throat made her feel nauseous. However, after Yu Wang released her, she slowly spat out the deeply inserted penis, her two small hands grasping the hot, thick penis, and she lowered her head to suck on the purplish-red glans that emitted a pungent, foul odor. Xin Jie's cherry-

red lips tightly sucked on the shaft, her fragrant mouth enveloping most of the shaft, her nimble little tongue sliding around the glans, and she didn't forget to lick the urethral opening that kept oozing the man's sticky fluid, swirling her tongue around it. The licking made a sizzling sound, extremely lewd and wanton, and for a moment Yu Wang couldn't help but lean back in his chair, close his eyes, and press his hands tightly against the edge of the chair.

Just as he was enjoying himself, the beautiful young woman suddenly stopped. Yu Wang opened his eyes and couldn't help but laugh.

He saw Jia Xinjie reach behind her back, unzip the chain, and undo the top of her white wedding dress, revealing her breasts clad in a light-colored bra. Xinjie unhooked the front of her lace bra, and with a "pop," a pair of full breasts sprang out.

Jia Xinjie's breasts were white and large, unlike the petite breasts of some Eastern women, but the skin was so smooth and delicate that it was impossible to see the large pores of Western women. A natural, sweet fragrance emanated from the jiggling flesh after the bra was undone.

Yu Wang understood what she meant. He lewdly patted her smooth face with his palm as a sign of approval. The woman immediately rubbed her face against his palm in a flattering manner, then turned her head and took his fingertip into her mouth, licking his fingertip with her tongue.

Her hands didn't stop either. She squeezed her body in front of the man, cupping her soft breasts with her small hands, using her fragrant flesh to clamp down on his monstrous penis, and thrusting her slender waist up and down, kneading it. Yu Wang watched her sucking his fingers with ecstasy, knowing it was just her acting, but he was still incredibly happy. And watching his dark penis roll in the white waves of flesh was even more exhilarating.

Amidst the undulating breasts, besides the white flesh and black penis, two deep red nipples rolled with the crests of the waves.

He withdrew his fingers, pinched down, and grasped the hard, pebble-like nipples in his hand. The nipple attack sent a shiver through Jia Xin Jie's body, and a louder clanging sound came from her crotch.

Having succeeded, Yu Wang stopped teasing her, released his hands, leaned back in the chair, and enjoyed the beautiful young woman's focused service. Because of the previous stimulation of her private parts, coupled with the hot weather, Xin Jie's chest was already covered with beads of sweat of all sizes, so the man's penis felt no resistance when nestled between her soft, fragrant breasts. The smooth skin wasn't as moist and tight as the vagina or mouth, but its smooth, taut texture offered a unique sensation when manipulated.

The air was filled with the scent of her breasts and sweat, with a hint of sourness.

Xin Jie not only used her breasts to manipulate the penis, but also occasionally touched the man's sensitive glans with the tip of her small tongue. Silky saliva slowly dripped from her mouth, mingling with the sweat between her breasts, rubbing up and down, washing Yu Wang's dark penis until it glistened. Wrapped in this soft, moist flesh, it felt like being sandwiched in warm tofu.

A tingling sensation emanated from the tip of his penis, and just as Yu Wang was about to lose control, he suddenly pushed away Jia Xinjie, who was bowing her head to serve him, and said in a low, slightly hoarse voice, "Little slut, don't forget today's main course."

His lustful eyes held a fierce glint.

Xinjie slowly stood up, leaving a shameful oval-shaped sticky wet stain on the pale yellow floor where she had just sat down.

She turned around, bent over, and lifted the back of her wedding dress, revealing a buttocks like a ripe peach. The plump flesh stretched the delicate skin so taut it seemed about to burst, as if a touch would release sweet juice. Between the peach petals was a narrow crevice, with two shimmering rings adorning it, an exceptionally erotic sight.

The woman's hands caressed her back, stroking her high, rounded buttocks, her fingertips still glistening with saliva, leaving clear, watery trails on the mounds. With a flick of her sharp finger, she pulled a white ribbon from the crevice. Jia Xinjie turned her head, a smug smile playing on her lips, her right eye half-blinking teasingly, casting a flirtatious wink.

The man, his penis erect, slapped her fair, delicate buttocks, leaving a red handprint on the trembling flesh. He then asked knowingly, "You little slut, you've got this trick up your sleeve. What do you want?"

The beautiful young woman, slapped, frowned, a hint of pain in her expression, but a soft moan escaped her slightly bitten lips. The sound was like a feather brushing against the man's swollen penis, making it twitch with excitement.

She parted her lips slightly and said in a sweet voice, "I am a lowly, lowly woman. Meeting you, Master, is the greatest fortune of my life. Unfortunately, I cannot offer you my most virginal self, so today I offer you the virginity of my anus as a token of my heartfelt apology. I have washed it three times with water and scented it with jasmine perfume. Please enjoy, Master."

Jia Xinjie, with the touching tone of a young girl's confession, uttered this lewd declaration before lowering herself to a height where he could comfortably enter. Then, with his slender, white fingers, he pried open the two white labia of her buttocks, revealing her light brown anus. Under the high-definition lens, the slightly trembling sphincter muscles and the alluring little hole, about the thickness of a pencil, could even be seen in the image.

A ferocious smile appeared on Yu Wang's excited face, his otherwise decent features twisted together. He grasped his already erect penis, still covered in the sticky, fragrant saliva of the beautiful woman beneath him. The purplish-red glans, the size of a pigeon's egg, pressed against her anus. He glanced triumphantly at the beauty before him; her small hands pressed against her plump buttocks, forcefully spreading her buttocks, waiting for him to deflower her. Her silver wedding ring was still on her fair ring finger.

This gave the man another surge of pleasure. He thrust his hips forward, his thick penis plunging into the beautiful woman's delicate anus.

Ouch! The sudden pain pulled Lu Zhiyuan back to reality from his reverie. Looking down, he saw that the burning cigarette butt had reached his fingers. He flicked his nearly burned cigarette butt away, then rubbed the burning flesh between two fingers, snorted softly, and groped around on the sofa with his left hand. He picked up the long remote control box, pointed it at the TV cabinet, and the three-disc DVD player emitted a slight hissing sound. Finally, the indicator light came on, and the previously dark screen shone with a blinding white light, illuminating his equally pale and somewhat distorted face.

In the crimson glow of the setting sun, a little girl with a cute ponytail skipped up the familiar floor. A familiar voice came from the other side of the door. "Mom's home," the little girl thought happily. But as she unlocked the door with the key around her neck, about to speak, she was suddenly stunned by what she saw through the crack in the door. An elderly stranger had pinned her mother to the dining table, their lower bodies pressed tightly together. Her mother's green skirt was tucked up to her waist, and her white underwear hung like rags around her ankles.

"No, no!"

the mother cried, pleading, her once beautiful face contorted in agony. But no matter how much she twisted her neck and waist, she couldn't escape the man's assault.

The man rocked his hips back and forth, his thick, dark penis flashing between the mother's white buttocks. The little girl covered her open mouth with her hand, terrified, she turned and ran downstairs. The wind in the corridor closed the door again. As if nothing had happened.

The little girl ran desperately forward, as if a man-eating demon was chasing her.

"Huff, huff..."

Lu Siyun suddenly opened her eyes, her chest heaving rapidly, her slightly open mouth panting heavily. She wiped the sweat from her forehead, calming herself, telling herself, Lu Siyun, this is a dream, just a dream. Then she turned over and wrapped herself tightly in the blanket.

It was that dream again. This nightmare had haunted her for years. Just when she thought she could forget it, it would resurface to remind her that the past could never be changed.

She tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep. Glancing out the window, she saw the first light of dawn breaking in the east. She took her watch from beside her pillow and checked the time; it wasn't even six o'clock yet. The girl sighed softly. She was always a light sleeper, nothing like her sister who could sleep soundly. Now that she was awake, there was no going back to sleep.

Lying on her side, she held the exquisitely crafted watch in her outstretched palm. The heart-shaped case, the size of an almond, gleamed with a pale golden metallic sheen. It was a university gift her mother had bought for her when she went to Switzerland for an event. Gazing intently at the rapidly spinning second hand for a moment, Siyun grasped the watch in her hand and pressed it against her heart.

The girl silently prayed to heaven, wishing her mother a safe and successful recovery.

Chen Xinxin, who shared a dorm room with Lu Siyun, was half-asleep, muttering in her sleep, "I want to lose weight, I want to weigh 100 pounds,"

as she turned over. Half-asleep, she glanced across at the opposite side and, in the dim morning light, saw Siyun kneeling on the bed behind the gauze curtains. Siyun was removing her nightgown from above her head. From the side and back, below her long neck were slightly protruding shoulder blades like butterfly wings, with a beautiful, white spine winding down. Her

slender waist seemed only wide enough to be encircled by two hands. Below that were full, round buttocks, rising abruptly below her waist like a sweet, crisp pear, the taut skin looking as if it might burst open to release juice.

Only ten small, adorable orange-red toes were visible beneath her buttocks.

She took off her pajamas from her head and placed them aside. Her long hair, lifted as she undressed, cascaded down like a waterfall, its cloud-like black strands softly cascading down her back, obscuring her fair skin. Chen Xinxin sighed helplessly and turned to go back to sleep.

Siyun fastened her bra straps, lifted a corner of the curtains, and carefully climbed out of bed to wash up, trying not to make a sound. Her room was on the fifth floor of the dormitory. The four girls' beds were all on the upper bunks, with desks and wardrobes below. Lu Siyun's bed was on the west side, inside the bathroom, which had a water heater and air conditioning. Though small, it was fully equipped. Various cute ornaments and dolls hung at the head of the bed and beside the wardrobe. A purple wind chime hung from the window, its melodious sound carried on the breeze.

Lu Siyun quietly rummaged through the wardrobe for suitable clothes, changed, pulled a copy of "A New Discussion on Novels" from the bookshelf, tucked it under her arm, slung her small bag over her shoulder, and quietly left the room.

Located in the southwest of the city center, Dongdu University has grown over a century to include a main campus of over 2,000 acres. It boasts a full range of facilities, including teaching buildings, laboratories, canteens, student apartments, and extensive green spaces and water features for students and faculty to relax.

The university's dormitories are interestingly named after famous mountains and rivers in China. For example, Lu Siyun's dormitory is called Hengshan Residence, surrounded by Taishan Residence, Huashan Residence, Hengshan Residence, and Songshan Residence.

All these dormitories are for female students, leading some male students to jokingly call it Xiangshan Residence.

Not far behind these dormitories is a small but beautifully maintained garden, known as Chang Garden by Dongdu students. This is because the ashes of Dongdu's most respected former president, Mr. Xu Wanchang, are buried here, a way for him to protect the university he dedicated his life to.

Despite being such a beautiful dating spot behind the female dormitories, it hasn't become a popular romantic getaway for Dongdu couples. Legend has it that if any couple holds hands and embraces here, they will hear the wise words of a kind old man: "If you don't work hard when you're young, you'll regret it when you're old."

Therefore, very few students would engage in romantic relationships here. While the legend may not be entirely credible, it reflects the students' respect for the former principal, who ultimately hoped they would prioritize their studies and avoid distractions.

Furthermore, there are better places to cool off and enjoy the scenery within the Dongda campus. Located at the southernmost edge of the school, a small lake covering forty acres sits there. Surrounded by traditional-style pavilions and towers, it is a standard Jiangnan garden.

Originally, this was the villa of Lin An, the former prefect of Yangzhou, a beautiful and tranquil place adjacent to Dongda.

During the Republic of China era, the renowned overseas Chinese leader, Mr. Chen Jiakang, purchased it for 300,000 silver dollars, gifting it to the Dongda faculty and students for relaxation and relaxation after class. The then-Principal Xu wrote a long poem in gratitude, which became a well-known story throughout the country. Keep in mind that in Dongda at that time, 3,000 silver dollars could buy a house.

In Dongda's summer, as soon as the sun rises over the Dongda Lake, the temperature rises rapidly, making even the early morning sweltering. But on the campus of Dongda University, tall banyan and sycamore trees lined both sides of the road. When Lu Siyun walked into Changyuan Garden behind the building, she felt no heat from the sun.

Many students were already there for their morning reading; the unfamiliar characters of foreign languages mingled with the clear, standard Mandarin, creating a strong academic atmosphere.

Lu Siyun didn't come here often; she only occasionally came to read and calm herself when she had insomnia in the morning. Most of the seats in the garden were taken, so she found a stone bench at the edge and sat down.

She opened her beloved book and, in the early morning sunlight, began to read earnestly. This book, *A Preliminary Discussion on New Novels*, was the work of Mr. Xu Wanchang. In that era of transition between old and new literature, he vigorously advocated for the promotion of new literature, dedicated himself to the research of emerging vernacular novels, and strived to combine traditional literature with Western writing methods, thus ushering in a new literary era.

Siyun, who had loved literature since childhood, admired Mr. Xu's talent and integrity since high school. In her first year of high school, she secretly came to Dongda University and hid in a corner to read Mr. Xu's novel "Morning Sun and Evening Rain" until dark, only then realizing she had forgotten to go home. This caused Lu Zhiyuan to search the entire city and almost call the police to find her.

Just as Siyun was engrossed in reading, a soft voice suddenly called out, "Siyun, you're here to study so early."

The girl turned around and saw Zhou Ming. He was wearing a blue vest and shorts, his bronze skin covered in sweat, with large beads occasionally rolling down. A bright smile graced his young and handsome face, and a white towel hung around his neck.

"Oh, it's Senior Zhou,"

Siyun politely replied, getting up. "Are you doing your morning exercise?"

"Yes, I feel uncomfortable if I don't exercise in the morning,"

Zhou Ming said, wiping his sweat with the towel while secretly looking Siyun up and down.

Today, the campus belle of Dongda University wore a beige silk chiffon blouse with two ruffles at the neckline and hem, subtly concealing her full breasts while highlighting her slender waist. The look was elegant and sophisticated, yet with a touch of girlish charm. She paired it with pure white cropped trousers that went past her knees, revealing her straight, slender legs with alluringly fair skin. On her feet were wedge-heeled open-toe sandals, her delicate toes peeking out slightly, adding a touch of sexiness to her cuteness.

"Siyun, do you come to read every morning?"

Zhou Ming was unconsciously lost in thought. When he realized it, he quickly tried to cover it up.

"No, I just couldn't sleep, so I came to read for a while."

Lu Siyun also noticed his gaze, lowering her head slightly, a faint blush rising on her fair face.

"Oh, that explains why I haven't seen you before."

Zhou Ming continued drying himself with a towel.

"Senior Zhou, do you exercise every day?"

The girl looked at him, her lips twitching involuntarily.

“Yes, it’s a habit I’ve had since I was little, I can’t change it.”

Zhou Ming seemed oblivious to his strange gesture, wiping a few more times before stopping.

Just then, the small clock tower on campus began its chime, one chime, two chimes, three chimes… “I didn’t realize it was already seven o’clock.”

Zhou Ming glanced at the distant clock tower with some disappointment.

“Yes, I’m going to have breakfast,”

Si Yun politely said goodbye.

Before Si Yun could finish speaking, the boy seemed to suddenly remember something and hurriedly said, “How about this, I know a place where the porridge is really good, why don’t we go there for breakfast, as a way of thanking you for your hospitality yesterday?”

“That’s not necessary, senior helped me a lot yesterday, it’s only right that I treat you to a meal.”

Si Yun shook her head.

“That’s nothing, let’s go, it’s not far.”

Zhou Ming earnestly persuaded, even gesturing in a direction.

“Oh,”

Si Yun, seeing his sincere insistence, could only pick up her books and follow him towards the south side of the campus.

Seeing the girl accept his invitation, Zhou Ming felt a surge of joy, as if every smile and gesture of hers stirred all his emotions. He secretly cheered himself on, determined to win over this lovely angel and cherish her by his side for a lifetime.

Passing through several modern buildings, Kang Lake came into view. Pavilions, terraces, towers, and waterside pavilions were scattered throughout the lake, dotted with lotus flowers and aquatic plants, with playful fish occasionally splashing and creating ripples. Under the shade of the trees along the lake, there were stone benches, tables, and trellises for resting, and winding stone paths. Stone boats lay on the water, and fragrant flowerbeds surrounded the area, creating a picturesque scene, a classic example of southern garden architecture from the Ming and Qing dynasties.

Having studied at this university for three years, Zhou Ming had visited this place countless times and was quite accustomed to it, but today, this small lake gave him a particularly different feeling. The subtle beauty, elegance, and tranquility that usually went unnoticed suddenly became apparent, even the gentle breeze carrying a hint of moisture seemed fragrant.

The lakeside was bustling with people in the morning: some reading, some exercising, and others enjoying a romantic stroll. Naturally, the two were mistaken for a couple taking a walk. Strangers envied Zhou Ming for having such a beautiful companion, while acquaintances were astonished at how this young man had won her heart. Although

the reality differed greatly from everyone's expectations, Zhou Ming still enjoyed the envious and slightly resentful looks. After all, he was the first guy at Dongda University to manage to get a date with Lu Siyun. This made him feel even more strongly that he and Lu Siyun were a match made in heaven, a perfect couple destined to be together. Even though his family

background couldn't compare to the Lu family's, he had heard that Lu's uncle had risen from humble beginnings to achieve his current status and position. He was confident that his talent would impress Lu and convince him that he could give Siyun happiness.

Just as he was lost in thought, his mind wandering, a girl's hesitant voice came from beside him, "Senior Zhou, how did we end up here?"

"Huh?"

Zhou Ming looked around and smiled, "It's here,"

he said, pointing to the stone path in the bamboo grove ahead, "Just go this way, there's a small door up ahead."

With that, he continued walking forward.

Lu Siyun, who was beside him, had no choice but to follow.

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