Linglong's Grudges, Chapter Sixty-Two: Where Will the Plan Be Found?

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Yang Xiaoling huddled under the covers, still sobbing on the bed, her bare arms outstretched, her hands gripping the edge of the blanket tightly, her half-exposed, snow-white shoulders heaving. Tears soaked a large patch of the pillow; she wiped it away, turned over, turned her face inward, paused, and continued to cry.

Cheng Jin was at a loss, thinking, "I can't believe my mother is so stubborn. Her body has already been defiled by so many men, why be stingy with her own son?" Remembering his mother's earlier words, fearing she might contemplate suicide, he watched her for a while longer. After crying for a while, Yang Xiaoling finally crawled out from under the covers and put on her clothes. Her lower body was soaked with her own fluids, flowing down her thighs, her vagina still leaking her own son's semen, but Yang Xiaoling ignored it, hastily putting on her clothes and sitting in a chair, lost in thought. After sitting there for a while, her eyes red, she buried her head on the table and began to cry again. Cheng Jin was at a loss.

Seeing Yun'er peeking curiously from behind, he immediately called her over and instructed her, "You take good care of that lady inside. If anything happens to her, I'll hold you responsible, you little brat!"

Yun'er pouted and said, "Master, you made her cry, and now you expect me, a mere child, to clean up your mess!" Cheng Jin raised his hand and lightly patted her on the head, scolding, "You're so talkative! I'm not joking with you, you need to keep a close eye on her." Yun'er laughed and said, "You're afraid she'll commit suicide, right? Then I'll stay with her twelve hours a day, even sleeping with her, is that alright?" Cheng Jin laughed and said, "Then your family..." "What will happen to Miss if no one takes care of her?" Yun'er stuck out her tongue and said, "It's a problem you've given me, young master. What can we maids do?"

Cheng Jin smiled and lightly smacked her bottom, saying, "Go in and keep her company for a while, but be careful. If you make her happy, I'll reward you handsomely!" Yun'er laughed and asked, "What will you reward me with?" Cheng Jin said, "You little devil, it's been so long since anyone has laid hands on me. How about I reluctantly help you relieve your boredom?" Yun'er blushed and said shyly, "Young master, don't you have enough women? You don't have time to remember Yun'er. You're just making fun of us little maids!" She turned her head and walked into the room.

Watching Yun'er push open the door and enter the room, Cheng Jin quickly hid outside the door to listen. When Yang Xiaoling saw Yun'er go in, she looked up at her and continued to sob softly on the table. Yun'er was indeed sharp-tongued. After a long while, she finally managed to make Yang Xiaoling stop crying and get up to talk to her.

Cheng Jin overheard his mother chatting with Yun'er. Although she only responded to one or two sentences out of every seven or eight Yun'er spoke, his mood calmed down considerably. He thought to himself, "I can't pressure Mother now. I'll come back to check on her in a couple of days..." and quietly slipped out.

Cheng Jin walked back dejectedly, pondering, "Since Yun'er can keep Mother calm, nothing unexpected should happen. But... but Mother is so stubborn. How can I find a way to make her change her mind?"

He passed by his room without realizing it. Hearing footsteps, Zhao Shuangling, who was already leaning against the door waiting, saw her husband walk past without even looking up. She couldn't help but call out softly, "Husband..."

Cheng Jin stopped, turned around, and frowned, saying, "What are you doing running around with your big belly? Go back and rest."

Zhao Shuangling knew perfectly well what he had been doing; she could hear the woman's moans from inside from afar. Seeing Cheng Jin seemingly ignoring her, she felt wronged, lowered her head, and said "Oh," remaining standing still.

Cheng Jin sighed, "Good girl, listen to me." He turned around, went over to help her, and slowly walked back.

Zhao Shuangling sat down on the edge of the bed, looking at Cheng Jin, and whispered, "Husband... who... who is that woman? Why are you afraid Father will find out?" Cheng Jin was already irritated; he snorted, sat down, and didn't answer.

Zhao Shuangling continued, "She...she...if she is Father's woman, then husband, you were just...and...and there with her again..." Her face flushed, she bit her lip, and whispered, "If we want to keep it from Father, we...we should give her more money and send her away from Suzhou...it's not convenient for her to stay here any longer..."

Cheng Jin said impatiently, "I know what I'm doing, don't worry about me!" He thought to himself that since Zhao Kunhua was dead, there was no need to worry about this anymore.

Zhao Shuangling lowered her head, her eyes red, and said, "If she's just my husband's woman, then... then... then it would be better to just give her a title and take her as a concubine... it's better than this

sneaking around..." Cheng Jin was already annoyed, and her nagging only fueled his anger. He snapped, "Didn't you hear me telling you to shut up? Don't meddle in my business!" Hearing his harsh tone, a few tears fell from Zhao Shuangling's eyes. She said, "Yes. But..."

Cheng Jin's pent-up anger finally erupted, and he couldn't stop himself. He said, "Do you want to know who she is? Fine, I'll tell you, she's my own mother! My own mother, you know? That's your mother-in-law! What nonsense are you spouting..."

Zhao Shuangling's face immediately turned bright red, and she stammered, "Is... is that so? Then... then you were just with her... with her that... that... that..." She was stunned, unsure how to phrase it.

In his anger, Cheng Jin blurted out the truth. Thinking there was no danger now, and not afraid of his wife finding out, he sneered, "Is that not allowed?" Zhao Shuangling never expected this. Her tongue was tied, and she looked timidly at her husband, feeling as if she had a thousand words to say, but couldn't utter a single one.

Cheng Jin said, "Let me tell you, your father was never a good person. Our Dragon God Gang has killed and burned, what evil things haven't we done? Kidnapping a few girls for fun is just a small matter. Your husband is now the gang leader, inheriting your father's mantle, so naturally he's no good either. Hehe!"

Zhao Shuangling felt as if she had been struck by lightning. Although she had vaguely felt that her father and husband were not doing anything good outside, hearing him admit to being a wicked person who had committed all sorts of evil deeds, even raping his own mother, she couldn't help but feel a pang of pain in her heart. She covered her face and began to sob.

Upon seeing her cry, Cheng Jin's anger subsided, and he could no longer lash out. He sighed, "Why are you crying? Do you hate me? Or do you hate yourself for being born into the wrong family and marrying the wrong man?"

Zhao Shuangling shook her head, her eyes red, and looked up at Cheng Jin, whispering through her tears, "No matter how bad you are, you're still my husband..." Thinking that her life was already entrusted to him and could not be changed, she felt extremely heartbroken and covered her face, crying again.

Hearing her words, Cheng Jin was stunned for a moment, then sighed, "Alright, alright, don't cry. No matter how bad I am, I'm still your husband, and you're still my wife..." For a moment, he didn't even know what he was saying. Hearing this, Zhao Shuangling cried even louder, her nose twitching, her body trembling slightly as she sobbed.

Seeing her crying like this, Cheng Jin felt a pang of heartache and said softly, "Don't cry. No matter how bad your husband is, he still loves his wife. Be good, don't cry!" He gently stroked her hair, kissed her forehead lightly, and said, "Lie down and rest. Don't cry yourself sick." He helped her lie down slowly.

Hearing his comforting words, Zhao Shuangling's sobs gradually subsided. Her eyes were red as she looked at Cheng Jin and whispered, "Will you really love me?" Cheng Jin smiled slightly and said, "Yes, I'll love you to death..." He kissed her cheek gently again. A smile appeared on Zhao Shuangling's face, and she slowly closed her eyes. Cheng Jin

sighed softly, slowly walked out, and gently closed the door, afraid of making a sound.

When he returned to the Dragon God Gang, the sun was already setting. There was a person pacing back and forth in the hall. Cheng Jin recognized him as the person sent to gather information in the city.

Upon seeing Cheng Jin, the man hurriedly exclaimed, "Chief Cheng... something's happened again..." Cheng Jin frowned and asked, "What is it?" The man replied, "Our two spies in the city have disappeared again this morning!" Cheng Jin exclaimed, "What? They were just sent out yesterday, and they're already missing today! You guys are all useless idiots!"

The man said, "Yes. That Prefect Luo is really something... Besides... those two are locals, I... I think maybe the officials recognize them as members of our gang..." Cheng Jin said, "Hmm, if that's the case... then send two unfamiliar faces instead." He ordered someone to summon the Zhang brothers, whom he had recruited last year when he subdued the Iron Nail Gang in Jiading, and reassigned them to the city as spies.

"Once you're in the city, don't stay at our branch anymore, stay at an inn! Here's one hundred taels of silver, come back for more if it's not enough," Cheng Jin instructed after giving his orders.

The Zhang brothers, named Zhang Rushan and Zhang Ruhai, were delighted to hear that there was one hundred taels of silver and that they could stay in the city—a great opportunity! They happily accepted the order and left.

Cheng Jin was in a bad mood today because he couldn't handle his mother and things weren't going well at the gang. He gave a few random instructions to the gang members and went into the back room, where he bumped into two henchmen coming out. Cheng Jin shouted, "What are you two doing in there? Didn't you hear me say you're not allowed to touch the women inside?"

The two men, startled by Cheng Jin, froze for a moment. One stammered, "It was...it was Young Master Wu... who told us...to move those women into the room..." Cheng Jin asked, "Which women?" "It was...it was...the wife of Chief Zhao...and...Miss He...to carry...to Jingnu's room..."

"Did you touch them?"

The two men exchanged a glance, and one stammered, "It was...it was Young Master Wu who said...that he was acting on the Chief's orders...to tell...to tell us to go. I...we dared not disobey..." Cheng Jin frowned. "Is that so?" He thought to himself, "That brat Hu Zi actually lied to me; I'll have to teach him a lesson." He waved his hand and said, "You two go out first. If what you said isn't true, hmph!"

He walked inside, but didn't see Hu Zi. Instead, he went to Qin Jing's room first. Cheng Jin thought to himself, "Let's go in and see how those bitches are doing."

Just as he was about to push open the door, he suddenly heard a woman's voice inside, "Mother... I... we're in his hands, let's endure it for now. The net of heaven is vast, one day that little thief surnamed Murong will die without a burial..." Before she could finish speaking, the door was kicked open with a "bang," and the "little thief surnamed Murong" was standing outside.

Cheng Jin recognized the speaker as Zhao Shuangru, and immediately walked in with a dark face. Upon seeing him, Zhao Shuangru's pretty face turned deathly pale, and she couldn't speak. As Cheng Jin approached step by step, she shrank back.

With a scream, Zhao Shuangru received a heavy kick to the waist, trembling all over and flailing her legs in pain. Cheng Jin smiled coldly, and then kicked again, passing through Zhao Shuangru's slightly parted legs, striking her groin. Zhao Shuangru broke out in a cold sweat, foaming at the mouth, and collapsed to the ground, groaning repeatedly.

"Damn it, I've been fucking you for so long, and you still haven't learned your lesson? Do you want this little thief to die?" Cheng Jin

's face darkened, and he kicked again. With a "yikes," Madam Zhao leaped onto her daughter. Cheng Jin's kick landed squarely on her snow-white buttocks. Madam Zhao groaned and cried, "Please, don't hit Ru'er... she... she's pregnant... please..."

Cheng Jin was stunned and blurted out, "How long has it been?" Madam Zhao cried, "About three months..."

Cheng Jin calculated that he had captured Zhao Shuangru about three months ago, and sneered, "Three months? Who knows if it's my child? Maybe it's someone surnamed Lu, what does it have to do with me?" Zhao Shuangru had been in his hands the whole time, but he and Hu Zi, two grown men, were completely clueless and couldn't possibly see that she was pregnant. Shuangyao was still young and didn't understand either. This time, after meeting her mother and spending a day together, Madam Zhao immediately realized.

Zhao Shuangru was convulsing in pain and couldn't make a sound. She had no idea whose child was in her womb. Madam Zhao cried, "It must be yours..." She thought that the man surnamed Lu was already dead, so she didn't need to worry about him; her priority was to ensure her safety.

Cheng Jin sneered at Madam Zhao, "How do you know? Trying to fool me?" He kicked her thigh several times. Madam Zhao gritted her teeth, tightly protecting her daughter, enduring the beating.

Cheng Jin was already in a bad mood and wanted to vent his anger. Seeing Madam Zhao protecting her daughter like this, he didn't care about anything else and kicked her naked body repeatedly. Madam Zhao had never suffered such abuse before; she broke out in a cold sweat, her hands and feet trembling, clinging tightly

to Zhao Shuangru, sobbing softly. After kicking for a while, Cheng Jin's legs grew tired, and he stopped, squatting down. Madam Zhao, bruised and battered, could no longer hold her daughter tightly. Cheng Jin gently pushed her off Zhao Shuangru.

Cheng Jin grabbed Zhao Shuangru's chin and sneered, "You little slut, tell me yourself, whose child is it?" Seeing his狰狞 (zhengning, meaning ferocious/hideous) expression, Zhao Shuangru dared not answer rashly, and stammered, "Is...is it Young Master Cheng's child?" Cheng Jin sneered, "You're quite discerning, but how do you know it's not Young Master Hu's?"

Zhao Shuangru had been raped by both Cheng Jin and Hu Zi on the same day, making it impossible to determine whose child she was carrying. Hu Zi had raped her almost daily, while Cheng Jin only visited every few days, making Hu Zi's child more likely. But now she could only insist it was Cheng Jin's, trembling as she said, "I...I...Ru Nu knows."

Even knowing her words weren't entirely true, Cheng Jin was still quite pleased. His good mood lessened considerably. He reached out and squeezed Zhao Shuangru's breast, saying, "You bitch, you still want to lie to me? But I don't want to bully a pregnant woman, so I'll let you off today! Humph!" His gaze swept over the faces of the women in the room, then he turned and left, ignoring them. The four women dared not meet his gaze, their heads lowered. Only after he left the room and closed the door did they let out a long sigh of relief.

He went to his aunt and sister's room, where his sister and Aqi were still asleep. Yang Xiangling blushed when she saw Cheng Jin enter. Seeing Cheng Jin's sullen expression, she softly asked, "Xiao Jin, you?"

Cheng Jin lay down beside Yang Xiangling, holding his aunt in his arms. Looking at her charming face, he couldn't help but kiss her, sighing as he said, "My mother knows I'm Xiao Jin."

"Your mother... won't let you touch her anymore?"

"Yes!"

"Oh, I shouldn't have let you touch her anymore either."

"No, no, I love you, Auntie, I want you, I want you now."

Cheng Jin untied the sash of Yang Xiangling's dress. Yang Xiangling symbolically pushed Cheng Jin's hand away, but seeing it was useless, she pulled her clothes over her face. Cheng Jin then pulled them off. He cupped Yang Xiangling's face in his hands and kissed her repeatedly. Slowly, Cheng Jin slipped his tongue into his aunt's mouth. Yang Xiangling involuntarily wrapped her arms around her nephew's neck and returned the kiss passionately...

As they kissed, Yang Xiangling reached for Cheng Jin's crotch. Cheng Jin knew Yang Xiangling couldn't resist any longer, and quickly removed his aunt's clothes, his tongue and hands roaming over his aunt's fair, full, and smooth body. Yang Xiangling moaned passionately, her hands grabbing wildly at Cheng Jin's body.

"Come in, I want it!"

Cheng Jin quickly stripped off his clothes, grasped his swollen, purplish-red penis, and thrust it into his aunt's vagina, pumping. Yang Xiangling's moans had turned into a continuous, melodious song, intensely stimulating Cheng Jin's pleasure. He controlled his urge to ejaculate, tightly embracing his aunt's body, his genitals pressing against hers as he thrust. Suddenly, Yang Xiangling let out a high-pitched scream, her fingers digging deeply into Cheng Jin's flesh as she held her nephew. Cheng Jin could no longer hold back; a torrent of fluid erupted. Cheng Jin knew that his aunt's body was now his.

Yan'er and Aqi had long been awakened by this alluring scene, their desires overwhelming them, their hands groping wildly over their bodies…

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