[Urban] Clouds and Rain (Complete) - 10

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Chapter Twelve.

Seeing Siyu standing there in a daze, Lu Zhiyuan was also taken aback, but he still ordered in a deep voice, "You all get out."

Wei Wei and the others couldn't wait to leave this dangerous Mr. Lu, and they all left in a few moments, not forgetting to carefully close the broken door again.

The whole room returned to the silence of a minute ago, leaving only a young girl and a middle-aged man silently watching each other, each lost in their own thoughts. The long, even breathing of the sleeping Siyun could be clearly heard from inside the room.

Lu Zhiyuan's bloodshot eyes, his frighteningly heavy breathing, and his still trembling muscles. Siyu was terrified. She had never imagined that her father could be so fierce. In her eyes, her father was always so gentle, and his gaze towards her was always loving and doting.

Siyu never expected her father to be here at this moment. She was completely stunned, her mind blank, not knowing what to say or do.

"Why is Dad like this?"

This question kept jumping through her mind. Her eyes subconsciously scanned the room and she saw that her sister was covered with her father's shirt. The "accomplice," Zhang Hao, was nowhere to be seen in the entire room.

Looking at Lu Zhiyuan's still somewhat ferocious face, Siyu's first reaction was, "Dad must know everything. He must know that I contacted Zhang Hao to frame my sister. He must know everything to be so fierce to me. I'm doomed."

Just as Siyu was lost in thought, she suddenly heard Lu Zhiyuan's voice. His voice was deep and hoarse, "What are you doing here?" Siyu,

whose mind was already starting to wander and whose mind was filled with her father's angry face, burst into tears when she heard Lu Zhiyuan's question. "Dad, I was wrong, waaaah..."

Wrong? What wrong? Lu Zhiyuan had no idea what this girl was talking about. He had no intention of being fierce to his daughter. However, his stiff face could not return to normal all of a sudden, and the muscles in his upper body were trembling uncontrollably from overuse.

Upon seeing Siyu, Lu Zhiyuan's initial thought was that the heartless brat was surely trying to harm his two daughters. He was even relieved that he had arrived in time to save them.

However, Siyu's words stunned him again. Siyu was wrong? What was wrong? "How did you go wrong?"

Lu Zhiyuan asked, puzzled.

"It was me, I tricked my sister into coming here, waaaah,"

Siyu's sobs grew louder, "I just... I just wanted to scare her, but... but... Zhang Hao is a bad guy, waaaah..."

"You tricked your sister into coming here?"

Lu Zhiyuan's own voice trembled. He couldn't understand his younger daughter's words. The younger sister tricked her older sister into coming here? What for?

His already fierce face, coupled with his wide-open eyes, terrified Siyu, who clutched her skirt tightly, her whole body stiffening. Looking at Lu Zhiyuan's glaring gaze, she finally nodded tremblingly, unable to utter a sound except for sobs.

"Really?"

Lu Zhiyuan couldn't believe that his younger daughter was trying to frame his older daughter. "Oh my god, what's going on? You let your wife betray me, and now even your daughters are killing each other! What did I do wrong? Why am I being punished like this?

" He couldn't understand any of it. "Did you really want to hurt your sister? Why did you do this? Why?"

Lu Zhiyuan couldn't help but shout. He felt his vision blur again, and his eyes began to turn red once more.

Lu Siyu had never been yelled at so fiercely by her father before, and she had never even seen her father speak to anyone so loudly. Her whole body stiffened, and she was so frightened that she stopped crying and stared at her father, trembling uncontrollably.

"Why did you do this?"

Lu Zhiyuan couldn't control his tone at all. He shouted loudly, jumped up from the sofa, and took two steps to Siyu's side. His muscles were trembling uncontrollably, not only because of excitement, but also because his last bit of rationality was desperately telling him that this was his precious daughter, not that bastard Zhang Hao.

Seeing her father's clenched fists, bulging veins on his arms, trembling muscles, and a face she'd never seen before contorted in a grimace, Lu Siyu trembled violently. She wanted to run, but her legs felt rooted to the spot, unable to move.

She felt nothing. When Lu Zhiyuan roared again, demanding to know why, the girl's labia, tightly encased in her underwear, trembled, and a stream of pale yellow liquid gushed from her private parts. "Whoosh..."

The liquid flowed down her still-trembling thighs, quickly spreading into an irregular wet patch on the carpet beside her feet.

"Waaah..."

The warm sensation in her lower body brought Siyu back to consciousness. Overwhelmed by fear, terror, shame, regret, and indescribable feelings, the girl burst into tears again.

Seeing his daughter crying before him, Lu Zhiyuan felt as if he'd been doused with cold water. His trembling muscles instantly froze. Although he was still furious, he couldn't lash out at his youngest daughter.

He slowly backed away, slumping onto the sofa behind him, burying his face in his hands. His mind, consumed by fear and tension, began to race. The various elements of the situation were like beans being ground and milled in a millstone, gradually revealing the sequence of events.

Siyun, Siyu, Zhang Hao, the karaoke bar; seduction, drugging, rape—it wasn't complicated at all, but the personal experience was the hardest to accept.

He thought it was just a little girl Siyu's prank, and although it went too far, he felt anger, he roared, he was furious. But looking at the terrified Siyu, he couldn't control his anger.

Even though it was directed at Siyun, whom he now cherished, his anger was ultimately directed at Zhang Hao, who was merely a tool. Subconsciously, he stubbornly believed that Siyu wasn't involved; she was innocent.

He sat quietly, unsure what to do. Continuing to rage would frighten young Siyu, but letting it go would feel like betraying the poor girl.

As the flames of rage began to die down, the restlessness persisted, replaced by a more intense, surging heat within Lu Zhiyuan.

In the confined space, the smells of alcohol, sweat, and a faint, fishy odor wafted into his nostrils with each breath, scents he had ignored in his anger now subtly tantalizing his senses.

"What's going on?"

The familiar heat left Lu Zhiyuan bewildered; why was he reacting this way? He glanced sideways and saw Siyun lying on the sofa, naked except for his jacket.

Lu Zhiyuan quickly turned away, trying to avoid further stimulation, but his gaze fell on his younger daughter. Siyun, head bowed in remorse, wore a cream-colored t-shirt soaked with sweat, clinging tightly to her curvaceous figure. Looking down, he could see his younger daughter had developed an impressively voluptuous figure.

Below her high, rounded breasts was a jarringly concave waist, encased in an extremely short black and red plaid skirt. The girl's unconscious kneading revealed glimpses of her pink panties.

Two long, straight, pale legs peeked out from beneath the skirt. Whether from nervousness or unsteadiness on the carpet, her feet, encased in high-heeled sandals, twitched incessantly, her delicate toes twitching.

The man tried to look away, but found himself unable to look away. The girl's youthful body, wrapped in short yet perfectly fitting clothing, was more alluring than nakedness, like a gift waiting to be unearthed.

A glimpse of pink panties beneath her skirt sent a jolt through Lu Zhiyuan's body; his dormant manhood awakened once more, his erection swelling rapidly. He had to shift his posture, bringing his legs together to try and conceal his embarrassment.

Silence fell over the room again. Lu Zhiyuan felt his heart pounding, his breathing rapid, and his vision blurring, but Siyu in his eyes became even clearer.

In the dim light, the girl's taut skin appeared exceptionally smooth, and the occasional swaying of her legs caused her skirt to flutter. Each tremor of her legs reminded him of her passionately pressing her waist against his. Every glimpse of her pink panties fueled a savage urge to rush over and tear her apart.

Lu Zhiyuan wanted to stand up and leave, but the thought of his erection facing his daughter, the unbearable embarrassment of being able to get an erection at this moment, was unbearable. But sitting here, not only was Siyu's alluring body in his sight, but the air was also filled with the smell of her sweat and a faint fishy odor, making him feel like he was about to explode.

But this young girl, brimming with youthful allure, was, after all, his daughter. Lu Zhiyuan was using all his strength to control his desires. He couldn't, absolutely couldn't hurt Siyu like he had with Siyun. However, for Siyun's sake, punishment was still... still necessary, he reassured himself.

The man suddenly sat up straight and said in a hoarse voice, "Ayu, you dared to frame your sister! Come here!"

Looking at her father's still contorted face, Lu Siyu felt that her father was still angry with her. Hearing him order her over, she didn't know what punishment awaited her, and the girl was filled with fear. But Siyu had always obeyed her father's words since childhood, so the girl instinctively inclined closer.

Just as she was still some distance from the man, her wrist was grabbed, and she was forcefully pulled closer. Because she was taking small, quick steps, the heels of her sandals sank into the carpet. Pulled on like that, Siyu lost her balance and was pulled down onto the man's lap. She heard him yell, "I'm going to punish you, you naughty child."

While little Siyu was still anxious about her father's anger, her lower body was already half-exposed to the man's view. Her red and black checkered skirt was rolled up at her waist, her pert buttocks encased in pink panties. The bottom of her silk panties was soaked with some kind of liquid, making the thin fabric even more transparent, vaguely revealing the depths between her buttocks.

"Slap slap slap..."

Staring at the alluring bulges, Lu Zhiyuan couldn't resist "punishing" her. With each slap, he didn't want to admit that he was more concerned with the firm elasticity of her skin than with anger.

With a slap, the sensation of her firm, round buttocks, even through the silk fabric, immediately reflected into his palm. Each slap caused her swaying buttocks to tremble, not with the undulating waves of a mature woman, but the girl's slight trembling highlighted her youthful tautness.

"Mmm...ah...Dad...I was wrong...ah...please forgive me..."

The girl's pleading voice reached his ears, but the "mmm-ah" sounds combined with the "slap-slap" sounds of his hands reminded the man of another kind of "punishment." Still using his hands? How could that possibly be pleasurable? [Forum reputation guaranteed! High-grade silicone video, Fan Bingbing's genitals, realistically molded, highly realistic vulva shape, soft and delicate skin! Built-in large protrusions, closely matching female anatomy, providing a more realistic experience...perfectly controlled, irresistible! Click to enter.]

The already strong, fishy smell, accompanied by the slapping motions, sprayed waves of odor from the girl's genitals onto the man's face. He felt no discomfort from the smell; instead, the natural scent of the woman's genitals ignited his lust. His erection pressed painfully against her trousers, no matter how he shifted positions.

Amidst the girl's natural scent, he could faintly detect a captivating musky aroma, drawing him closer to inhale more deeply, wanting to fully appreciate this innate aphrodisiac fragrance.

Lu Zhiyuan couldn't deny that his punishment was becoming increasingly difficult. Each slap was weaker than the last, and his heavy hands were reluctant to leave the smooth mound of flesh. He desperately wanted to break free from his pretense and properly caress her.

But the shackles of reason held him back; he couldn't accept violating his youngest daughter.

His blood, already surging with lust, rushed to his brain, instinctively finding a "reasonable" excuse. He blurted out, somewhat uncontrollably, "Daddy, let me wipe you down."

He seemed to realize how strange his excuse was, but his voice trembled uncontrollably.

Ignoring his daughter's reaction, he pulled a pack of tissues from his pocket with trembling hands. After failing to open the seal twice, he tore it open forcefully, picked out a tissue from the scattered pieces, and with trembling movements, slowly wiped away the barely perceptible wetness from his daughter's slender calves to her rounded thighs.

One, two tissues. When he got the third tissue, he pinched a corner, shook it quickly a few times, and then used the unfolded tissue to wipe even more slowly the base of Siyu's slightly parted thighs.

"Hmm... Dad..."

Only then did Lu Siyu realize something was wrong. Her father was wiping her unclean genitals, and... and getting closer and closer to her genitals. The girl's shyness made her twist her body shyly, trying to get away from Lu Zhiyuan's wiping.

"Don't move!"

She had barely made a movement when her father scolded her, making Siyu realize what was happening. Now, feeling guilty, she could only obediently lie on the sofa and her father's lap, letting him gently clean her remaining urine with a tissue.

Meanwhile, Lu Zhiyuan, while carefully wiping his daughter's skin with the damp tissue, felt Siyu's smooth skin through the thinner fabric; his eyes widened as he gazed at the beautiful sight before him. Although he had seen some of it at home, this was the first time he had seen it so vividly, with such active desire.

The girl's pink panties were pulled down to her knees, revealing her pert buttocks to her father.

Siyu's buttocks were flawless, smooth as a peeled egg, round like a fine pearl, and the soft skin of her round, moon-shaped buttocks felt like a baby's. Between the two plump buttocks, the girl's most private parts were slightly exposed—the ultimate beauty that men had always longed for.

Seeing this beautiful scene finally unfold before his eyes, Lu Zhiyuan wanted to stare into it. He felt his blood boiling, and his last shred of reason crumbled.

Under the pretense of wiping, his trembling fingers, still holding a tissue, gently parted the girl's tightly clenched buttocks. A slender, bright red slit, like a delicate willow leaf, appeared in his vision.

This delicate willow leaf was nestled against the girl's tender white vulva, the tightly closed labia even appearing pale. Sparsely distributed along the edge of this tender willow leaf were soft hairs; if given time, one could probably count them all. The skin on both sides was so smooth and delicate, without a single hair.

Lu Zhiyuan's legs were placed under her stomach, causing Siyu's labia to slightly part under the pressure. Perhaps due to nervousness, the tender petals trembled incessantly.

The man moved his fingers, his fingertips gently caressing the tender labia, parting them slightly. The girl twisted her body shyly, uttering a coquettish plea, "Mmm... Dad... don't... don't move..."

The girl's innocent pleas sounded like a soft moan to Lu Zhiyuan's ears. His penis, pressed against his pants, throbbed against the girl's skin through several layers of fabric. The lewd scene before him, the girl's alluring musky scent, the sweet smile in his ear—the man's boiling blood turned into hot steam, blurring his vision, leaving only one thought in his mind—to fuck.

Lu Zhiyuan placed Siyu on the large sofa, got up, and unbuckled his belt. Once his trousers, stained with male secretions, were removed, his thick, erect penis sprang out, its veins bulging menacingly.

Siyu, now put down, thought her father's punishment was over. When she glanced back, she saw her father had pulled down his pants, staring at her with bloodshot eyes. Before she could react, he grabbed her slender waist and lifted her up forcefully, making her look like a little bitch with her rear end raised high.

His penis, like a rolling pin, was pointing directly at her buttocks.

Although she had seen men's penises before and had fantasized about making love with her father, this horrifying scene was far beyond her imagination. Escape was the girl's only thought. She tried to crawl forward using both hands and feet, but Lu Zhiyuan's two strong hands were like two vises, firmly holding her waist, rendering her completely immobile.

Instead, her movements gave him the opportunity to penetrate between her legs. With a tearing sound, the girl's panties were ripped open, and Lu Zhiyuan finally got his penis within reach.

His large, red glans pressed against Siyu's tender labia, rubbing it up and down a few times, causing secretions to flow from his urethral opening to lubricate the girl's still dry lips. Unable to resist his lust, he slowly pushed the head of his penis into the girl's vulva, then thrust his hips forcefully, trying to insert his entire penis into his daughter's body.

"Ah..."

Siyu cried out in pain, but the penis didn't penetrate her as expected; instead, it slipped out.

Most girls who study dance or gymnastics have already lost their precious hymen due to the strenuous exercise, but a few girls retain it due to different constitutions. This is because their hymens are tougher than those of other girls, making them difficult to break under vigorous movement. Our little Siyu is one of these few.

Siyu's private parts have never been penetrated by a foreign object, so they are extremely tight. Lu Zhiyuan could only barely push his glans inside, then thrust hard, only to have it bounce off the hymen.

But the man wouldn't give up. He used his arms to straighten Siyu's position again, and his glans, still streaked with blood, pushed into the girl's labia once more. Siyu winced in pain, twisting her waist violently, trying to escape. The pain was unbearable; she didn't want it anymore.

But before she could even move twice, the thick penis, like a red-hot iron, pierced her already cramped passage. This time, her already ruptured hymen could no longer protect her; the invading penis was completely inside her vagina, the tender flesh inside feeling like it was being burned.

"Ah!"

Siyu's lower abdomen tightened as she was forcibly penetrated, the tender flesh inside her vagina clenching desperately, as if trying to snap the invading penis in two. Although he had penetrated Siyun's virgin flower, Siyu's was even tighter and smaller than her sister's, with almost no room to move. He had to tear the passage open little by little with his penis.

Under normal circumstances, Lu Zhiyuan's penis might have shrunk due to the pain and been squeezed out of the girl's flower path, but today he was exceptionally excited. His lower body was as hard as an iron rod, firmly occupying the virgin land that had already been cultivated.

So good, that was the only feeling the man had at this moment. The girl's vaginal cavity was incredibly tight and hot, all the vaginal muscles tightly gripping the huge penis, constricting it in circles. He couldn't go any further, even moving was difficult.

Narrow, tight, and hot, Lu Zhiyuan felt an unparalleled pleasure from the sensation coming from the shaft, especially the glans. The burning desire in his body finally found an outlet. He began to slowly move his penis in and out. Siyu's constantly spasming vaginal walls were like a baby's little hand, tightly gripping it. The hot vaginal flesh rubbed against the shaft little by little. This feeling was incredibly pleasurable.

Especially the remnants of the thin membrane at the entrance, still resilient and not completely destroyed, scraped against the coronal sulcus when his glans withdrew. Unlike the tightness inside the vagina, it felt like a small tongue licking it, tickling and cool.

Hot and tight inside, cool and itchy outside—was this the legendary "ice and fire in two layers"? Lu Zhiyuan didn't have the energy to think much; his only thought was pleasure, pleasure, and more pleasure. Only in this way could he release the volcanic heat erupting within his body.

With the help of the girl's virgin blood and his own urethral secretions, the man could finally gradually increase the speed of his movements. The whole room echoed with "slap, slap, slap" sounds. This time, it wasn't just a figment of his imagination; the sounds were indeed the man's lower abdomen thrusting against the girl's round, plump buttocks.

Finally, it was too tight, too pleasurable. A tingling sensation ran down his back, and his spear, which had been galloping through the secret realm, quickened its final thrusts. One, two, three… After what seemed like the umpteenth thrust, his glans suddenly swelled, and the man forcefully pushed his penis deep into the vaginal walls. “Whoosh whoosh whoosh…”

After a cool, tingling sensation throughout his body, the man ejaculated thick, white semen into the girl's newly blossoming, rosy flower.

After ejaculating, the heat in his body didn't lessen much. Lu Zhiyuan slowly released one hand from Siyu's waist, stroking his little girl's round buttocks, which were covered in beads of sweat. The springy touch made his semi-erect penis, buried inside the girl, twitch. The dragon that had just ravaged her rose again, pushing aside the tightly wrapped vaginal flesh.

The man then followed his desire and once again galloped over this sweet little beauty.

Sunlight streamed into the room through the latticed window screens, and the lush forests of Xiaomu Mountain had filtered out most of the summer heat. The afternoon heat in Dongdong should have been unbearable, but here, the summer in Jiangnan seemed less unbearable.

On the small balcony outside the bedroom, several pots of jasmine, with their thick branches and dense leaves, were adorned with many small, pure white flowers.

A gentle breeze blew by, and the girl lying on the large double bed fluttered her eyelashes slightly, slowly opening her eyes. This was an unfamiliar room, surrounded by snow-white walls. On the opposite wall hung a huge, life-size portrait. Who was the woman in the picture…?

“Hmm,”

just as Siyu was about to take a closer look, a tearing pain shot through her groin, instantly pulling the still dazed girl back to reality. KTV, private room, cubicle toilet; water bottle, sofa, torn clothes; sister, Zhang Hao, and… father?

Everything rushed into the girl's mind like a rollercoaster, the events of last night playing out rapidly in her mind like a movie. Everything felt like a dream, but the pain and numbness in her legs made it clear that it was all real… I really did have… a relationship with Dad…

“Ayu,”

a slightly hesitant male voice sounded in her ear, “You’re awake?”

Lu Siyu turned her head and saw the man sitting by the bed with a complex expression on his face. “Waaah…”

For some reason, tears welled up uncontrollably, leaping out like spring water from a crevice in a rock between her slightly closed eyelids.

“Waaah…”

Pain, sadness, heartbreak, fear, terror—perhaps she couldn’t explain why she was crying, but she was certain that there was also a faint sweetness in her heart.

Seeing his daughter crying left Lu Zhiyuan at a loss. After venting his sexual desire on Siyu in the early hours of the morning, he had taken the still unconscious Siyun and the already unconscious Siyu, who had been beaten beyond recognition, away from the karaoke bar. Not knowing where to go, he inexplicably drove to Xiaomu Mountain.

After settling Siyun in, he stayed in the master bedroom to look after Siyu. While cleaning his youngest daughter, he looked at her swollen and tender vulva and hated his own roughness once again.

He had considered the reasons behind it all. He couldn't have acted so lustfully without a reason; the only possibility was that Park Jae-hyo had something wrong with his water. No wonder he kept insisting that he meet some actress, using it to blackmail him into shipping.

But now, Lu Zhiyuan would rather be blackmailed by that North Korean than face such consequences.

Even though he had imagined Siyu's actions countless times while waiting, and knew she would cry, when it actually happened, he found himself still helpless. He could only bite his lip, letting Siyu nestle in his arms, letting the girl's tears soak his clothes.

Finally, the girl's crying gradually subsided. Lu Zhiyuan lowered his head, remained silent for a long time, his lips, which were white from being bitten, twitched a few times, first uttering a few hoarse sounds, and then struggling to utter a single syllable, "Si..."

"Daddy, where is this?"

Before he could finish his sentence, the man was interrupted by the girl's question. Siyu raised her head and quickly changed the subject, pretending that nothing had happened.

"Ah, here,"

Lu Zhiyuan, caught off guard, paused for a few seconds, his lips moving slightly, but he still couldn't say what he wanted to say. He turned to the large photograph on the wall opposite the bed, a complex look in his eyes. "It's a house your mother bought."

He answered casually.

"Your mother bought it?"

Siyu, who had just stopped crying, asked in a questioning tone, "When did your mother buy such a big house?"

"Hoo," hearing Siyu's words, as if something had been touched, Lu Zhiyuan's chest heaved suddenly. He took a deep breath and calmed himself down. Looking at Siyu's innocent face in his arms, he answered seemingly irrelevantly, speaking in a light tone, "Siyu, let Daddy tell you a story."

"A story?"

Siyu noticed her father's seemingly relaxed face, but his lips were tightly pursed. Wanting to avoid the question, she obediently leaned on Lu Zhiyuan's shoulder and softly replied, "Yes."

"Once upon a time, there was a very foolish young man who fell in love with his childhood idol..."

A gentle breeze blew in from outside the window, causing the curtains to flutter and the blooming jasmine on the balcony to sway in the wind.

Lu Zhiyuan narrated calmly, as if the story and the people, events, and things within it had nothing to do with him. But as he spoke, tears streamed down his face.

"...And so, he hurt the two girls he cherished. He, he was a bastard, he was a..."

Before Lu Zhiyuan could finish, Siyu's delicate white palm was already pressed against his lips, firmly holding them shut.

"Waaah...no...um..."

Lu Siyu, already in tears, swallowed hard to finish her sentence, her voice trembling with sobs, "Siyu, Siyu doesn't blame Daddy, not at all."

Her large, tear-filled eyes stared unblinkingly at Lu Zhiyuan, her arms trembling slightly as she tightly embraced him, trying to speak each word with unwavering conviction, "Mommy doesn't want Daddy anymore, Daddy still has Siyu, Siyu will always be by Daddy's side, forever and ever!"

The man looked down at the girl in his arms, gazing into her clear eyes, his lips trembling slightly as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, he only responded by holding her even tighter.

Just then, a soft voice sounded at the door, "Ayu...Ayu's awake?"

Lu Zhiyuan gently released his arms and turned to see Siyun standing at the door in loose pajamas.

Upon waking, Siyun learned from her father about the harrowing night. Although Lu Zhiyuan concealed the fact that Zhang Hao had seen her naked and that her private parts were almost violated, he only said that she was rescued before her clothes were removed. Siyun was still pale with fright from the near-rape.

At Lu Zhiyuan's insistence, she nestled in her father's arms all morning before finally falling asleep. Upon waking, the first thing she did was put on her clothes and go find her father and sister.

Seeing her older sister sit down by the bed, Siyu, who had just stopped crying, started sobbing again. "Waaah... I'm sorry, I'm sorry, sister, I was wrong! I'm sorry... Waaah..."

Lu Siyun was stunned for a moment, then immediately picked up her younger sister who was crying on the cot, gently patted her back, and softly comforted her, "It's alright, Siyu, sister isn't angry anymore, don't cry, you'll hurt yourself if you cry like this."

Although she couldn't say she had no resentment in her heart, seeing her "culprit" younger sister crying in front of her with tears streaming down her face, sobbing uncontrollably, she could only gently comfort little Siyu first, as if her younger sister had almost been drugged and raped. Before she could even get angry, her fury was extinguished by Siyu's tears. Once Siyu stopped crying, only the girl's occasional sobs remained in the room. After a brief silence, Lu Zhiyuan slowly spoke, "Siyun, Siyu. Dad is sorry."

"Dad..."

Just as Siyun began to speak, the man gestured for her to listen to him finish. "You both know the story of me and your mother. Regardless of right or wrong, I don't want you to carry this heavy burden. Adult matters are none of your concern. You must live happily. Dad will try his best to be a truly good father, to return to our past life, until..."

He paused slightly, his eyes not looking at his two daughters, but gazing into the distance, as if the shadows of the future floated among the trees outside the window. “Until the day comes, you will have your own lives, your own happiness…”

“No,”

looking at Lu Zhiyuan, Lu Siyun abruptly interrupted her father, her eyes glistening with tears. She said gently but firmly, “I don’t want it. Siyun doesn’t want anything. Siyun just wants to stay by Dad’s side forever. That’s my happiness!”

Hearing her sister’s words, the younger sister chimed in, “Me too! As long as sister stays by Dad’s side, Siyu will stay by Dad’s side too! Even if…”

Siyu glanced at Siyun furtively, biting her still pale lips, and said, “Even if sister leaves one day, Siyu, Siyu won’t leave!”

Hearing the sisters’ words and looking at the two beautiful sisters before him, Lu Zhiyuan wanted to say something, but he couldn’t utter a word. He could only open his arms and embrace them both. Between their breath, he could smell not only the fresh scent of the young girls, but also a faint fragrance of jasmine.

Not far away, on the balcony outside, small, white flowers, like jade, leaned against the setting sun, bathed in a warm, gentle light.

Hong Kong, the pearl of southern China, boasts the world-renowned Hong Kong Container Terminal, the bustling Hong Kong International Airport, and the Central business district, a financial center in Asia and even the world. But no one can ignore Victoria Peak, which, despite its relatively low height, is not overlooked. In the incredibly expensive Hong Kong Island, luxury residences abound. The residents here cannot be simply described as wealthy; their power is enough to cripple the container terminals, Hong Kong Airport, and the Central business district overnight.

Therefore, not only is the environment beautiful, but the security is also considered the best on Hong Kong Island. Besides the protection of the Hong Kong SAR police, residents often pay extra to private security companies for safety; after all, the case of Cheung Tze-keung is not a TVB soap opera.

Yet, in this prime location, gunshots rang out today, their piercing sound particularly harsh in the quiet afternoon.

Anyone nearby would recognize the gunshots coming from a Western-style villa. Within the high walls lies a meticulously manicured garden, where a two-story European-style building sits, its thick wooden doors, three meters high, ascending a circular staircase. On

the second floor of the villa is a room of nearly 100 square meters, in the center of which lies a large bed upon which lies an old man. His face is withered and his age is hard to discern, and his left arm, with its implanted drug delivery catheter, is covered with needle marks left from intravenous infusions.

He held a Colt revolver in his right hand, the muzzle still faintly smelling of gunpowder. Two new bullet holes appeared on the white wall beside him.

Standing next to him was a man in his thirties, his slicked-back hair gleaming. His refined face wore gold-rimmed glasses, and his composed expression suggested he was unfazed by what had just happened. He

simply bent slightly and said to the terrified nurse who was sprawled on the floor, "Alright, tidy up and get out of here quickly."

The pretty young nurse nodded hurriedly, glancing gratefully at the refined man. She hastily gathered the scattered medicine bottles and solutions into a tray, completely unaware that her pink uniform skirt had been flipped up, revealing the bulging cleavage beneath her flesh-colored underwear to the man beside her, who seemed oblivious to her condition.

"Stephen, where are those two brats? Cough cough cough..."

The seemingly frail old man spoke with a surprisingly strong voice, but a series of coughs betrayed his serious illness.

"Boss, don't worry, the two young masters will be here soon."

The young man beside him considerately brought him a glass of water, handed it to him, and then discreetly took the pistol the old man had put down.

"Damn it,"

the old man took a sip of water and continued cursing, "They've been hoping I'd die every day, and now that I'm almost dead, they're still taking so long. They can't even get hot food for me."

Unlike many people living nearby, the old man spoke with a northern Chinese accent rather than the thick accent commonly used in Cantonese and Hong Kong.

Before the man called Stephen could reply, the two heavy doors opened, and a young man slipped in from between them. He wore a white, exquisitely handmade suit, walked with an elegant gait, and his slightly mixed-race face had a hint of effeminacy.

After entering, he briefly touched the eyes of the man beside the old man before quickly walking to the old man's bedside and asking with concern, "Grandpa, how are you feeling? Has the doctor come?"

"Haodong,"

the old man didn't answer the question, but simply nodded and asked, "Where's Qiushan?"

"Grandpa, I'm here."

With those words came the sound of the door being pushed open forcefully. A tall young man, over 180 centimeters tall, strode in, his brightly colored floral shirt particularly eye-catching.

"Cough, cough, cough,"

the old man coughed a few times, then gestured to stop the two from saying anything more. He waved his hand and said, "Stephen, you announce it."

"Yes, boss."

The refined man glanced at the old man, then at the young man named Haodong, and solemnly opened the folder in his hand. He began to read aloud in his most serious voice, word by word, "I, Yu Dabang, feeling that I am nearing the end of my life, hereby entrust my private lawyer, Stephen Zhou, to make the following will: My Fish and Rice Brothers Film Company, the British Emmys Trust Fund... and the land ownership purchased in China are all left to..."

As they listened, not only Yu Qiushan, but even the usually composed Yu Haodong couldn't help but look at Stephen, who was about to announce the final heir. But at this crucial moment, the lawyer, who was about to announce the final heir, suddenly fell silent, his thin lips tightly closed, as if they had never opened.

The room suddenly became deathly silent; you could clearly hear a pin drop.

"Hahahaha," a strange laugh echoed in the room from the elderly Yu Dabang. "You two lads have been waiting for this day for a long time, haven't you?"

The two young men exchanged glances, but in each other's eyes, they saw only the same confusion and helplessness.

"What is this old man up to now?"

Similar questions flashed through their minds.

"Presumably, you both know that you are not Wang'er's adopted sons at all," the old man suddenly changed the subject. "You are undoubtedly the true descendants of our Yu family, and Wang'er is your real father... Father... cough cough cough..."

As he spoke, Yu Dabang, agitated, coughed again.

“Grandpa, we know that. We are the real Yu family, your own grandsons. Please take care of your health…”

“Bastards! You know we are the Yu family and you're still acting like this!”

Yu Dabang interrupted Yu Qiushan loudly. “You know Wang’er is your biological father and you're still indifferent? All you do is play around with women, fight each other, and dream about when the Yu family's money will end up in your own pockets!” Yu Dabang became

more and more agitated as he spoke, his voice growing louder and louder, completely unlike an old man suffering from a serious illness. Instead, he had the air of a powerful figure from his days in the underworld. “I'm telling you, don't think I don't know what you've been doing. The Yu family will be destroyed by you two little bastards sooner or later.”

“My poor Wang’er,”

a trace of sadness began to appear in the old man's voice. His eyes were fixed on the ceiling, his gaze unfocused. “He died so inexplicably on the mainland. He was only 40 years old, 40 years old!”

"This matter is absolutely related to that brat Jia Xinjie's lover,"

Yu Dabang's voice became frantic again, even starting to scream, "He tampered with the car, he wanted to harm your father, he wanted to harm my son! This is not over, absolutely not over, listen to me, it must be that man named Lu Zhiyuan who harmed your father! Yes! It's him! There's no mistake!"

He screamed wildly, as if he had personally witnessed Lu Zhiyuan murdering his son.

Yu Qiushan and Yu Haodong listened to his roar, not knowing how to respond. They had each hired private investigators to investigate, but the results were all just traffic accidents.

Yu Dabang groped around on the bed, finding the pistol gone. He continued roaring, "What have you two damned brats done? You've done nothing! You watched your father's killer live a carefree life while you only knew how to have fun and fight amongst yourselves. If, if I were ten years younger, if I didn't have this illness, I would have already taken that Lu guy's life! I would not only make him suffer a terrible death, but I would also make his two daughters be ridden by a thousand men and fucked by ten thousand, his family destroyed, to avenge my Wang'er!"

"Cough cough cough..."

Yu Dabang, who had been shouting and cursing, couldn't catch his breath and coughed violently again.

"Grandpa, I..."

Seeing Yu Qiushan about to speak, the old man waved his hand to interrupt him.

His wild and scattered eyes suddenly focused, staring intently at the two young men by the bed.

That gaze was like a sharp knife about to pierce their bodies, and the two involuntarily lowered their heads.

Having stopped coughing, Yu Dabang, panting heavily, said in a low voice, "I've thought of a good plan. I'll let you take revenge, and also leave the Yu family with an outstanding heir."

He paused, as if savoring his brilliant scheme, then slowly continued, "It's this: whoever kills him, ruins his two slutty daughters, and causes his family's destruction, will have their name on the last page of the will."

"Did you hear that?"

Before the two young men could react, he roared viciously, then burst into laughter, as if he had become ten years younger, as if he were once again the powerful and influential Third Master Yu.

Yu Dabang seemed to see his son's killer cornered, as if he saw him desperately begging the men around him not to touch the two girls already covered in semen, as if he could see the blood of his enemy spurting from the dagger he had thrust out.

Account Name: Zhou Ming.

ID Number: 310104xxxxxxxxxxxx.

Password: xxxxxx.

The boy's slightly trembling fingers rapidly typed on the keyboard, filling in the above characters in the blank spaces on the webpage, then anxiously waited for the page to refresh.

A few seconds later, he exclaimed excitedly,

"Passed!"

His not-so-loud voice sounded exceptionally loud in the quiet electronic reading room. Noticing the stares of those around him, Zhou Ming smiled awkwardly and lowered his head in embarrassment. But the sparks of excitement still kept igniting within him.

Passed! Passed! He passed such a difficult exam on his first try. His gaze returned to the refreshed webpage result; the earlier embarrassment couldn't quell his inner excitement.

This was understandable; the CIIA (Certified International Investment Analyst) is one of the most internationally influential professional qualifications in the field of investment analysis. For finance students, this certificate is a solid foundation for better career development in the securities industry after graduation.

Of course, obtaining this certificate is not easy; at least three years of work experience is required. However, passing the professional knowledge exam now would make obtaining the certificate much easier later.

This would give him a head start over others. Zhou Ming believed that although he didn't have a prestigious family background, with his intelligence and diligence, he could definitely succeed and make a name for himself in the financial securities industry.

Just as he was repeatedly looking at the numbers that excited him on the screen, his phone started vibrating in his pocket.

Oh, it was eleven o'clock. He glanced at his phone. The boy's plan for the day was to write his graduation thesis at school in the morning, and then meet with Brother Sui at the company at one o'clock in the afternoon. Brother Sui was going to visit a big client and would also take him to broaden his horizons, so Zhou Ming had set an alarm in advance to avoid forgetting the time while writing his thesis.

After saving his completed thesis, Zhou Ming unplugged the USB drive from the computer, put it in his pocket, glanced at Ciia's grade page one last time, pressed the computer restart button, and walked out of the quiet reading room.

Stepping out of the library and looking back at the building, the modern and artistic structure, composed of two parts—a cylindrical annex on the left and a rectangular main building on the right—resembles a large stack of books leaning against a pen holder. The building was designed by an alumnus of the university, a renowned international architect.

Completed over a decade ago, the building boasted some of the best materials and equipment available in the country at the time, and remains competitive even today. The cost was staggering; besides government funding, the remainder came from donations from alumni both at home and abroad, whose names are permanently inscribed on the library's exterior wall.

Every time Zhou Ming saw these names, he secretly resolved to join their ranks, to achieve the same status, wealth, and fame. Then, Siyun would naturally… hehe.

Thinking of the beauty, Zhou Ming's expression slowly turned serious, his excitement and joy vanishing. He hadn't seen Siyun lately; Chunxing had said she'd taken a few days off, but Chunxing didn't know the reason—perhaps it was related to her mother's hospitalization.

At this moment, Zhou Ming was naturally unaware of what had happened to Si Yun these past few days. To him, an ordinary college student, Si Yun's story was like something out of a novel, completely incompatible with reality, and of course, he had no way of knowing about it.

Walking towards the cafeteria, his mind was still preoccupied with meeting Si Yun in the park and taking her to the hospital. For a young man his age, career and love were equally important.

Although he had successfully taken his relationship with Si Yun to the next level that day, Uncle Lu's impression of him didn't seem very good. It seemed he still needed to work harder, hoping to have more opportunities to showcase his excellent qualities to Si Yun's family.

The weather was quite nice today; the bright sun was dotted with a few clouds, and occasionally large clouds would drift across the sky, blocking the sunlight and casting huge shadows on the ground. Walking in these shadows seemed to lower the temperature slightly, and with a gentle breeze, it was a rare coolness in the summer.

Reaching the cafeteria, Zhou Ming looked at the building already teeming with people since 11 a.m., a helpless wry smile appeared on his lips. "Looks like I'll have to wait in line again."

With recent inflation and rising prices, university cafeterias, thanks to government subsidies, offer relatively inexpensive meals, attracting many people from outside the university. Faced with the increasingly crowded cafeteria, students have repeatedly suggested that the school require payment via meal cards, but the school administration, which has repeatedly said it needs to study the matter, has yet to provide a clear answer.

Today, Zhou Ming could only wait in line again behind several people who definitely didn't look like students. Finally reaching the front, he immediately handed over his tray, saying, "Hey cook, give me a plate of ribbonfish, stir-fried pork with cucumber and wood ear mushrooms, a steamed bun, and three ounces of rice."

Carrying the food he had waited so long for, Zhou Ming searched for a seat among the blue chairs and white tables, finally finding one among the many people wearing shirts and sitting down.

He was conflicted about all of this. On one hand, he felt that working professionals were taking advantage of college students, but on the other hand, he himself, soon to be a working professional, might also have to eat at a university near his workplace, and he hoped that the university's cafeteria management would be more lax then.

Using both hands and mouth, the food on his plate quickly dwindled, and besides the noise of the crowd, he also heard music.

A music video was playing on the TV hanging in the cafeteria; the melody and lyrics were quite good. Zhou Ming looked up and saw a girl with long, straight black hair singing a mournful love song. Upon closer inspection, he realized that this girl was none other than Qian Shishi, hailed as the new generation's campus belle of Dongda University.

Although he wasn't particularly interested in popular entertainment, he paid attention to anything related to Siyun, so Zhou Ming knew this new generation's Dongda University's elected campus belle. This girl,

who rose to fame through the Super Girl talent show, was completely incomparable to Siyun. She lacked both elegance and refinement; she was either feigning civility or shamelessly trying to be unique—in short, she would do anything to attract attention.

Thinking of this, the angelic image of Lu Siyun flashed before his eyes again, making the girls on TV seem even more vulgar in comparison.

Just then, he heard whispers about Lu Siyun and Qian Shishi coming from the next table.

"If we're talking about campus beauties, it has to be Lu Siyun from the Chinese Literature Department. She has the elegance, the face, and the figure. That little starlet, besides knowing the unspoken rules and being able to drink with clients, what can she compare to our Siyun beauty?"

"Yeah, the other day a reporter from Southern Entertainment interviewed her and asked if she had any sexual experience. She actually looked surprised and shamelessly said, 'How could I have any sexual experience?' It's hilarious, haha."

"The whole school knows that last time the campus network held a freshman campus beauty pageant, she gained 100,000 votes overnight. It's ridiculous. There probably aren't that many people in the whole school."

"Yeah, haha. But she can admit her mistake and correct it. The next day, the website moderator said there was a system problem, and it was actually 10,000 votes." "Pfft, it's obviously fake. It's disgusting. Coming to our Dongda University to do this, she's ruined our school's reputation."

"Exactly. After she got the title of campus beauty, all the major websites and forums immediately started showing tons of pictures of her as the 'Beauty of Famous Universities' and the 'Beauty of Dongda University.'"

"I don't know which sugar daddy of Qian Shishi hired this internet company, the hype these days is just outrageous. Siyun is still the best, pure and cute, and academically excellent, that's what our Dongda campus belle should look like."

Just as the two were chatting enthusiastically, a voice came from the side, "Look at how you're describing that girl, it's all so exaggerated. Actually, she's been dealt with, haha."

"What did you say?"

The two students from Dongda University immediately turned to the speaker, their indignant eyes carrying a hint of curiosity.

The newcomer was about the same age as the two students, tall and muscular, wearing a designer t-shirt. He glanced at them contemptuously and said with a hint of smugness, "I saw that girl in the riverside park a few days ago. She was being fucked so badly she could barely stand."

"Nonsense!"

one of the students next to him argued. "Do you have any proof?"

"Proof? You just want to see what that girl looked like being fucked, huh?"

Li Gang stared at the angry expression on the other student's face, then grinned smugly and continued, "I don't have any photos, but based on my years of experience, if that girl's legs were trembling from being fucked, she'd either lost her virginity or been fucked too much by a man that night and couldn't get out of bed, haha."

The Dong University students around him listened to Li Gang's lewd words. Although they didn't quite believe him, they couldn't help but imagine the pure Lu Siyun from their memories, legs spread wide, being brutally raped by a man... Even if they couldn't get the meat pie, just thinking about it would add a bit of flavor to their mouths.

Seeing the distracted expressions of the Dongda students around him, Li Gang felt even more smug. So what if they were from a prestigious university? They were still full of nonsense, thinking about girls all day long, haha.

Just as he was about to say something more, a voice, not loud but full of energy, suddenly rang in his ears, "Hey, that's enough, isn't it? Talking about girls behind their backs and insulting their chastity isn't good."

Turning his head, Li Gang saw that the speaker was a boy behind him. The boy was about his height, and the muscles bulging under his clothes seemed no smaller than his own, but he looked vaguely familiar.

His mind raced, but his mouth didn't let up, "Oh, another chivalrous hero has appeared. Did you take that pretty girl's virginity?"

"You…"

Zhou Ming's dark face began to flush red, and veins bulged on his neck.

At that moment, Li Gang suddenly remembered that this guy was the one who had caused him trouble the other day. Heh heh, what a small world!

Grinning, Li Gang deliberately feigned disdain, ignoring the obvious anger in Zhou Ming's eyes. He continued, "I'm telling you, you probably haven't even touched that girl's hand, have you?"

Hearing the pointed sarcasm, Zhou Ming, still somewhat naive, couldn't help but feel a surge of embarrassment and anger.

"No wonder you're so persistent. A man who's never even touched a woman is truly pathetic,"

Li Gang paused, pretending to observe the silent Zhou Ming, then feigned surprise, "Really? You're still a virgin? Hahaha."

"Aaaaaaah!"

Zhou Ming, who had been keeping his head down, suddenly sprang to his feet, his pupils filled with crimson blood, his wide-open eyelids almost bursting at the corners of his eyes. "Waaaaaahhhhhh!"

With a beast-like roar, his trembling fist slammed into Li Gang like a meteor.

With a loud bang, Li Gang's tall body flew through the air, slamming heavily onto the white hard plastic table behind him, sending tableware and food flying everywhere.

"Fuck your mother!"

The victim, of course, was no pushover; he immediately got up and fought back. The two men clattered and banged their way through the crowded cafeteria, oblivious to those around them.

One would knock the other onto a table, overturning chairs and tables, while the other would shove the other into the crowd, causing everyone to scatter in panic. The entire First Cafeteria of Dongda University had become a gladiatorial arena for the two boys.

Li Gang, of course, wasn't going to let himself be taken advantage of. He immediately realized Zhou Ming wasn't a fighter, and this was a perfect opportunity to vent his anger over having his crush stolen that day.

Having been a seasoned fighter since childhood, his moves were ruthless, like a vicious wolf, targeting his opponent's weak points. Soon, blood was spurting from Zhou Ming's eyes and mouth.

Zhou Ming, a model student since childhood, had never fought before and was immediately at a disadvantage.

But he was always in excellent health, exercising daily and possessing considerable strength, like a young bull. He could withstand any blow from his opponent and then retaliate with great force. Although he lacked skill, Li Gang was still made of flesh and blood, and each blow caused him pain.

These two hot-blooded young men turned the Dongda University cafeteria upside down, preventing anyone from eating properly.

Soon, students notified the university security office, and some even called 110 (the police emergency number).

Just as the university security guards subdued the two, police officers patrolling nearby arrived.

After negotiations between the Dongda University security office and the police, Li Gang, as an outsider, was taken away by the police, while Zhou Ming was handed over to the university for further processing.

Dongda University is a prestigious institution in Dongdu, with strict requirements for its students; such serious disciplinary violations could result in demerits and suspension of degrees.

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