[Urban] The City of Lost Virginity (Complete) - Part 2

Chapter 4 The Meaning of Wife
Wang Fatty's real name was Wang Shili. He, Shang Rong, and Yang Jun were all classmates in middle school and grew up in the same residential compound. Their families knew each other well, so they were all very familiar with each other.
After graduating from middle school, Wang Shili started doing small business. He set up a street stall, sold seafood, sold hardware and electrical appliances—in short, he did many different trades. Finally, he opened a clothing store in a commercial city and lived a comfortable life.
From then on, he lived a peaceful life with his wife, Xiuju, and their four-year-old daughter.
After Shang Rong told Wang Shili about his intentions, he hesitated for a long time. Although Shang Rong's words were very persuasive, he was unwilling to easily disrupt his peaceful life. He was a person who valued stability and needed to weigh things carefully before making a decision. Therefore, he told Shang Rong that he needed to go home and discuss it with his wife before making a decision. Shang Rong did not rush him but told him to think it over carefully and then get back to him.
That evening, after Wang Shili had coaxed Xiuju into bed, he dragged Xiuju into the bedroom. Xiuju pulled away from his grasp and scolded, "Did you take some aphrodisiac? Why are you in such a hurry?"
Wang Shili grabbed the woman and pressed her onto the bed, saying, "I have something important to discuss with you."
He then stripped Xiuju naked and kissed her so
passionately that she couldn't speak. Xiuju was a petite woman; although not tall, her figure was shapely and well-proportioned, with curves in all the right places. Coupled with her fair skin, she resembled a girl from the water towns of Jiangnan, truly beautiful inside and out. After marrying Xiuju, Wang Shili treated her like a treasure, showering her with love and affection. He even changed his temperament, no longer hanging out with his old friends, and instead focused on building their love nest. Over a decade later, he had finally provided Xiuju with a comfortable life. Therefore, Xiuju was genuinely satisfied with her chubby husband, showing him tenderness and consideration in every way. To keep her husband's youthful vigor in bed, Xiuju went to great lengths to please him.
One time, after drinking, perhaps due to a numbed central nervous system, he thrust into Xiuju's soft body for over thirty minutes without ejaculating. Overjoyed, he manipulated his wife's body, trying every possible position until Xiuju was limp and seemingly oozing with desire. Especially her increasingly tender moans almost made Wang Shili's heart leap out of his chest. Taking advantage of his wife's dazed state from his lovemaking, Wang Shili pinned Xiuju down, enjoying the contractions of her vagina while shamelessly cupping her pretty face and saying, "Baby, you've been calling me 'brother' for ten years... Let's try something different today... okay..."
Xiuju opened her beautiful eyes slightly, seemingly not understanding the man's meaning, and hummed, "What do you want... I'm going to be killed by you today... What else do you want from your wife to be satisfied... Ah... again..."
Seeing the woman's tightness, as if she were about to ascend to heaven, and feeling his entire lower body tingling, reaching the brink of ecstasy himself, Wang Shili hugged his wife tightly and cried out desperately, "Quick... call me... Daddy..."
On the verge of collapse, Xiuju, relying on the last vestiges of her intelligence, understood the man's perverted demand. Her face instantly burned, her heart trembled, and large amounts of vaginal fluid flowed uncontrollably. As she tried to urinate, she desperately clung to the man's neck, bringing her panting, hot lips close to her husband's ear, moaning as if she were about to collapse, "Daddy... ah... Daddy... shoot... shoot your daughter... daughter..."
Before Xiuju could finish moaning, Wang Shili had already lost control of the dam. He could only thrust deep inside the woman, trembling and helplessly ejaculating, muttering incoherently, "Baby... good daughter... Daddy shot inside... call Daddy again... ah... fuck my good daughter... it feels so good..."
After they finished and their breathing had calmed down, Xiuju suddenly remembered her immoral and lewd words, and felt extremely ashamed. She rolled into the man's arms, biting his chest and crying, "You... you're so shameless... you... our daughter is only four years old and you already want to..." She
didn't finish, but buried her face in the man's chest, not daring to lift it up.
Wang Shili chuckled awkwardly, holding the woman, and explained, "What are you thinking? What does this have to do with our daughter? It's just to get the excitement going, to stimulate you... Didn't you feel excited just now...? You were so tight just now... I almost couldn't ejaculate..."
Xiuju felt even more ashamed upon hearing the man's words, pounding her fists against his chest and saying coquettishly, "You still say that... You still say that..."
After a while, hearing that the man hadn't moved, she secretly peeked at him through her squinting eyes, just in time to see the fat man also looking at her lustfully. She immediately slumped into the man's arms and murmured, " "You've become bad... I don't know where you learned all this... Confess honestly... what other shameful tricks do you have up your sleeve..."
The fat man looked at his woman's shy yet curious and charming appearance, and his heart became excited again. He reached out and lifted Xiuju's chin, staring at the woman's beauty and said, "Be a good girl... and Daddy will tell you..."
Since then, Xiuju had been on Wang Shili's pirate ship. After playing the father-daughter game to her heart's content, they played the mother-son game. When Wang Shili suckled Xiuju's breast like an infant, Xiuju looked at the "son" in her arms and indeed experienced a different kind of passion. Of course, this was just the beginning. In the following years, the couple developed a series of games in bed, such as innocent maiden, secretary and boss, teacher and student, thief breaking into the house, and so on. Often, when Wang Shili wasn't busy with work, he would close his eyes and write scripts. When he returned home at night, after his daughter had gone to sleep, the couple would start performing a new play. Sometimes, Xiuju would shyly offer some suggestions for changes to the script, which the fat man, of course, respected. Although Xiuju couldn't completely give up her shy nature, she inwardly approved of her husband's brilliant works and was happy to participate in the creation.
At this moment, Wang Shili pressed his wife down on the bed and kissed her until her tongue went numb before letting go. Xiuju broke free from his kiss, slapped the man's buttocks, and said, "Are you going to discuss something important, or do you have some new work?"
Wang Shili said, "Your little buttocks just now made my dick hard. Let me poke it a few times first.
" After saying that, he arched his buttocks against Xiuju.
After a while, Xiuju said in a sweet voice, "You're panting like an old ox, you're already limp, rest a bit before... Why are you so absent-minded today..."
Wang Shili lay on his wife's limp body and told her what Shangrong meant. Xiuju listened for a long time without saying a word.
Wang Shili urged, "Say something!"
Xiuju twisted her body and said, "What do you mean?
" Wang Shili said, "I don't want to go through any more trouble. But Shangrong's words sounded so convincing that I'm a little tempted, and I can't make up my mind."
Xiuju thought for a moment and said, "You put in 200,000, and the two of them put in 400,000. In terms of risk, they are the ones who are riskier."
Wang Shili said, "That's really a woman's view. The more you invest, the more you will gain. It's a proportional split. You think that putting in less money means you're getting a
better deal?" Xiuju deliberately pouted and said, "Then why are you asking me? You can decide for yourself."
Wang Shili pinched one of Xiuju's small nipples and seemed to be talking to himself, "I'm just a little worried. Shangrong is a reliable person, but he's a bit strange. He's too persistent. Look at how hard he worked when he was speculating in stocks. He even abandoned his business, and in the end, he even lost his beautiful woman to someone else..."
Xiuju interrupted him, "You can't accomplish anything great without persistence. Didn't you say that the two of them made a lot of money at the port this time?"
Wang Shili laughed, " I don't want to do anything grand; I just want to sell a few more clothes during the day and sleep peacefully with your warm body in my arms at night.
Xiuju slapped the man and said, "Look at you, so pathetic. What's a little money? When the kids grow up, school and marriage will cost so much. I'm even hoping my daughter can study abroad someday."
Wang Shili grabbed the woman's neck and said, "Stop talking, just keep poking."
Xiuju cried out. "
Why is it so hard all of a sudden... be gentle... you're killing me... you haven't even told me how to do it yet..."
Wang Shili stopped and thought for a moment before saying, "Tonight I am Shang Rong, having an affair with you. You must treat me like Shang Rong... call me Rongrong..."
Xiuju blushed and twisted her body, saying, "How could you even think of that... do you wish your wife would be with someone else... ah... you... are too hard..."
Wang Shili panted and said, "Of course... I can't let him get away with it... tomorrow night you'll play Zihui... I'll fuck his wife too..."
Xiuju wrapped her legs tightly around the man's waist, squinting at him and saying, "No wonder..." "It got hard so quickly, so you were thinking about Shang Rong's wife... Ah... I... am not as pretty as Zi Hui..."
The fat man cupped the woman's face and snorted, "No matter how pretty Zi Hui is... she can't compare to my little ju... I only love my little darling..."
Xiu Ju was aroused by the man's sweet words and penis, and she spread her legs almost in a straight line, moaning, "I won't let Shang Rong fuck me... I'll only let my brother Li fuck me... In this life, I'll only let you fuck me... Ah... Pick me up... I want to see my brother's big penis fuck my little pussy..."
This time, Shang Rong knocked on Zi Hui's door with a clear conscience. He specifically chose to go to Zi Hui's house at night, hoping to run into that man, because he felt he had already gained the psychological advantage.
To his disappointment, only Zi Hui was in the house. The woman seemed to have just taken a shower, her hair was wet, and she was only wearing a nightgown, her round, plump breasts were faintly visible, extremely tempting. Shang Rong felt a surge of impulse, wanting to do what he did last time, to pin the woman to the ground and fuck her hard. Things are different now; everything needs careful consideration.
Zi Hui seemed to sense the heat of the man's gaze, a blush rising to her cheeks. She instantly became alert and quickly went to the bedroom to put on a coat.
"This is to repay you. A total of 350,000 yuan. Count it."
He then placed a black plastic bag on the coffee table.
Zi Hui suspiciously opened the bag and glanced at it, staring at Shang Rong. "What kind of business are you in? You make money way too easily!"
Shang Rong sneered. "Even if I robbed it from a bank, it's none of your business. You're just one of my creditors."
Zi Hui retorted angrily, "That's just how you are. No good deed goes unpunished. Never mind, I'll get you the property deed."
Shang Rong stopped her, saying, "I have a small suggestion for you to consider."
Zi Hui sat back down on the sofa, her dark eyes fixed on Shang Rong like a frightened little rabbit.
"Are you planning to deposit your money in the bank tomorrow? Bank interest rates are too low now. After deducting factors like rising prices and inflation, your money will depreciate every year. It's not worth it."
"What do you mean?
" Zi Hui became wary. Was he planning to speculate on stocks again? Seeing Zi Hui's nervous expression, Shang Rong laughed. "
I'm not going to speculate on stocks anymore. I registered an investment company, and Yang Jun and Fatty have both invested. If you're willing, you can invest your money in my company. I'll give you 20% interest every year, while others get 15%. That way, you'll be riding on someone else's back, and you won't be afraid no matter how fast the horse runs."
Zi Hui remained silent for a while, seemingly undecided. Shang Rong understood women's thoughts and chuckled, "I know you're a bit petty. You should feel more at ease keeping the property deed with you."
Zi Hui blushed, annoyed that Shang Rong had hit the nail on the head, and retorted, "I am petty! If I weren't, I would have had you donate this money to the stock market long ago. Where would I get the money to lend you?"
"Alright, alright! Forget I said anything."
Shang Rong was now afraid Zi Hui would mention stocks to him.
"Okay, I agree."
He paused, then added, "Shang Rong, I just think it's more important for you to focus on business. Your business was quite successful back then, if it weren't for..."
Shang Rong stood up, picked up a plastic bag, and said, "From now on, you're a shareholder of the company. You're welcome to come and supervise anytime."
Zi Hui seemed to relax only then, laughing, "I don't have that much free time."
Leaving Zi Hui's house, Shang Rong sighed deeply. On the way home, Zi Hui's image kept replaying in her mind. The urge to possess her hadn't completely subsided. She didn't know how long it had been since she'd felt this way. That day in the Shanghai hotel, Yang Jun was having sex with a prostitute in the bed next to his. The woman's moans were so passionate, yet he hadn't felt any arousal. But tonight, that long-lost feeling returned to his body, so clear, so intense. Humans are truly strange creatures; they only realize their value after they've lost it… Shang Rong spat angrily on the ground. Damn it, this beautiful woman used to lie beside him every day, why didn't he feel this way then? It's all the stock market's fault. The wives of men who speculate in stocks are probably living like widows, but that's not necessarily true. They can go find people who don't speculate in stocks, isn't that what Zi Hui did
? Is money, wealth, and power really a man's Viagra? Is his attraction to Zi Hui merely sexual?
No! Despite Zi Hui's infidelity, despite the lingering hatred in his heart, the concept of Zi Hui as a wife is so deeply ingrained. Right now, even if he had a hundred women, the concept of a wife could only belong to Zi Hui.
To this damned woman.
The new company's office space was chosen by Fatty, reflecting his frugal and pragmatic style in every detail. The office consisted of only two rooms. The smaller inner room served as the general manager's office, while the larger outer room was the office for Yang Jun and Fatty, the two vice general managers who also worked there. Although the office wasn't large, the interior was almost brand new, and with the newly purchased office equipment, it looked quite presentable. Satisfyingly, the room had a toilet and shower facilities. Shang Rong was very pleased with this and praised Fatty quite a bit.
It was the company's opening day, and Shang Rong called Zi Hui, inviting her to come and see the company, but Zi Hui declined, citing work commitments.
No celebration ceremony was held for the company's opening, which puzzled Yang Jun and Fatty, who wondered what Shang Rong was planning.
Today, all three of them were dressed in suits, looking like groomsmen at a wedding. Shang Rong sat in his office, deep in thought for a while, then shouted loudly outside, "Come in, everyone, we're having a meeting!"
Yang Jun had barely sat down when he yelled. "
No way, boss! It's a bit too quiet with just the three of us opening the company."
Fatty chimed in, "A company opening should be celebrated a little, for good luck, and we can spend less money, right?
" Shang Rong lit a cigarette and took a puff. He said to Fatty, "Your neck is so short, why are you wearing a tie? If you can't breathe, just loosen it."
Then he turned to Yang Jun and said, "If you have any opinions, feel free to say them later. I, the general manager, haven't even given my opening speech yet, so it's not your place to shout."
Yang Jun and Fatty exchanged a glance and smiled, saying, "Okay, okay, welcome to the general manager's opening speech."
Shang Rong stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray and said, "I only have a few words to say. Before the company officially goes public, these few words constitute the company's articles of association. First, the company is established from this moment on. Yang Jun and I each own 40% of the shares, and Fatty owns 20%. This goes without saying; it's clearly stated in the agreement. My shares are the same as Yang Jun's, but Yang Jun voluntarily gave me the position of general manager, so I'll reluctantly accept it."
Yang Jun's eyes widened, as if he was trying hard to recall when he had said such a thing. He was about to speak when Shang Rong stopped him with a gesture. "
Secondly, this company belongs to the three of us. We're like three grasshoppers on a rope; we can only move forward by jumping in the same direction. If we each jump in our own direction, we'll just be spinning in circles."
Shang Rong stopped and stared at the two men until they nodded before continuing, "Thirdly, before the company closes its first deal, none of us will receive a salary. We'll set a standard once the deal is done. The principle is that, apart from profit sharing, the three of us will always receive equal pay for equal work."
The fat man interjected, "No need for egalitarianism. Since you're the general manager, your salary should naturally be higher than ours."
Yang Jun also nodded in agreement.
Shang Rong said impatiently, "I'm not interested in arguing about this right now. You two can discuss it slowly after I leave. Let me briefly explain the preliminary work. Fatty will be in charge of the follow-up matters related to industry and commerce and taxation. Yang Jun will find a female employee. The requirements are: young, not too pretty, able to drink, and flirtatious enough. She doesn't need to come to work now; she'll be on standby. Now that the company is established, financial issues are inevitable. My suggestion is to have Zi Hui work as the company's part-time accountant, free of charge, of course. If you don't agree, you can find someone else."
Fatty said, "I agree. Zi Hui is a bank accountant; she's more than capable of managing our accounts."
Shang Rong looked at Yang Jun, who nodded in agreement.
Shang Rong stood up and said seriously, "I'm defining the character of our company now. To borrow a line from martial arts novels, our company's style is neither purely good nor purely evil. None of us should be innocent beneficiaries. My motto is: 'Let's all be good people, and let's all be bad people.' This is also where our company's future lies."
Shang Rong turned and took a bottle of Moutai from the cabinet, placing it on the table. He said, "Now I'll explain why we're not having a celebration ceremony. Our company doesn't produce any specific products, so there's no need to make it a public spectacle from the start. Besides, we can't invite any big shots. Inviting some small fry to cause a ruckus is a waste of time and money. As long as we work together, I believe that none of the guests at Huiya Company will be ordinary people in the future."
Yang Jun and the fat man both applauded.
Shang Rong said, "Come on! Let's drink a toast of unity. From now on, we will be of one heart and one mind, sharing joys and sorrows."

Chapter 5: The First Glimpse of Heaven's Secret
Since returning from Shanghai, Shang Rong hadn't connected anything that happened with the fact that he was a soul condenser. Even if he had thought about it, he felt it was a bit far-fetched. However, Shang Rong had to admit that one thing he owed to the Soul Condenser was his stock market investment, which had doubled in the past month. When had he ever had such good luck? It must be divine intervention.
Shang Rong had entered the stock market secretly. He persuaded Zi Hui to invest 350,000 yuan in the company, while he himself invested the remaining 500,000 yuan in the stock market. He dared not let Yang Jun and Fatty know, as they would certainly refuse to cooperate with him. He dared not let Zi Hui know either; if she knew he had relapsed and his bad habits persisted, she might withdraw her investment.
Now, Shang Rong could breathe a sigh of relief. He had over 1.5 million yuan, more than the company's total assets. Sitting in front of the computer, watching the ever-changing red numbers, Shang Rong felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction, as if the pent-up frustration in his chest had finally been released. Isn't life all about that? The stock
market had once left him penniless, and had even led to his beautiful wife being raped. Now, the stock market was about to turn around and benefit him. The fluctuating red numbers were like harlots, waving and fawning over him.
Shang Rong suddenly felt a surge of heat rising from his lower abdomen; an intense sexual urge was uncontrollable, as if it would explode if he didn't release it. He pulled up a pornographic film from his computer's collection, watching it while rubbing his rock-hard erection. Finally, he roared and ejaculated onto the actress's ecstatic face on the screen.
After ejaculating, Shang Rong felt a wave of exhaustion, regretfully thinking how wonderful it would have been if he could have ejaculated inside Zi Hui's womb!
Although Huiya Company didn't hold a grand opening ceremony, word still reached the ears of several of Shang Rong's university classmates.
That afternoon, Shang Rong was sitting in his office secretly looking at the stock market analysis on his computer when Yang Jun walked in with someone.
"President Shang, you've opened a big company and you haven't even told your old classmates?"
Shang Rong looked up and saw it was Zheng Gang, a university classmate who worked at the Municipal Finance Bureau.
"What are you saying? We can't even get an official from the Finance Bureau to sit down. Please sit down. Yang Jun, make some tea."
Zheng Gang was Shang Rong's rival in love back in college. Both of them fell in love with Zhang Yan, a beautiful girl a year younger than them. As for Zhang Yan's beauty, whether Zheng Gang could explain it was another matter, but Shang Rong certainly couldn't.
As for her fair skin, full breasts, and pert buttocks, using those words to describe Zhang Yan seemed superfluous, because these characteristics were present in every beautiful woman, and Zhang Yan was no exception. Shang Rong privately thought that Zhang Yan possessed the kind of beauty that made every man want to sleep with her and ravage her. Zhang Yan's beauty best illustrated the age-old saying that women are made of water. Her watery eyes could make you instantly aroused. Her graceful body was like water plants in a river, soft enough to wrap around you. Add to that her heavenly voice, and her expression of feigned anger and shyness, and Shang Rong and Zheng Gang were completely captivated.
Since meeting Zhang Yan, the other girls on campus paled in comparison, no longer piquing their interest. Whenever possible, the three of them would hang out together. Initially, the two boys cooperated to prevent other males from getting close to Zhang Yan; they were in complete agreement on this point. But secretly, they were already competing. During their pursuit, they inevitably resorted to underhanded tactics, outwardly unseen but inwardly fierce. Finally, one day, they could no longer tolerate each other's presence, and war inevitably broke out. The trigger was Go. The
two played Go together, with Zhang Yan watching. Both were desperately trying to save face in front of the beauty. The result was that over a single move, they first argued, then exposed each other's past, and used the most vicious insults to ruin each other's reputation in front of Zhang Yan. Finally, they came to blows. At the time, Shang Rong was playing with a small steel pellet. Seeing Zheng Gang's fierce attack, he casually threw the pellet, hitting Zheng Gang and causing him to bleed profusely. Zhang Yan seemed to exclaim in shock, "How could you use a hidden weapon!"
In that instant, Shang Rong knew he had completely lost the beauty's heart. Next, Zhang Yan accompanied Zheng Gang to the hospital for treatment, and then the two of them missed two days of class. As for what happened, Shang Rong was too distraught to analyze it. On the third day, Shang Rong was lamenting his fate alone in his dormitory when Zhang Yan walked in. Upon closer inspection, Shang Rong saw that this time the beauty's eyes weren't just watery, but two strings of tears hung on her face, her eyes swollen and red as if she had lost her parents.
Zhang Yan only left with one sentence: "Shang Rong, you're not a man, I hate you..."
and then ran away. Shang Rong stood there stunned for more than ten minutes. Finally, a surge of jealousy ignited, and he gritted his teeth and cursed, "Damn it, is it really that serious? It's just a little blood, what's a little bit? Do you even know if I'm a man or not?"
Helpless, it was too late for him to fight back, and cursing was useless. He could only collapse onto the bed, muttering to himself, "I didn't expect their relationship to be so deep... I'm such an idiot... I didn't even realize it..."
As a result, Zheng Gang benefited from the misfortune, and a year after graduating from university, he ended up in bed with Zhang Yan. Shang Rong harbored resentment for a long time afterward, feeling uncomfortable every time he saw Zhang Yan at class reunions, even though Zhang Yan seemed unchanged towards him. It wasn't until he married Zi Hui, and all his classmates unanimously agreed that Zi Hui was more charming than Zhang Yan, that Shang Rong finally felt at peace. Now, more than a decade later, the matter has gradually faded.
After graduating from university, Zheng Gang went to work at the Municipal Finance Bureau, and after ten years of hard work, he has now become a minor section chief.
Before Shang Rong entered the stock market, they would sometimes get together, but in the last two years, they have had little contact.
"Shang Rong, this is really not right of you. People celebrate opening a small restaurant with a celebration with three or four friends, but your company just opened quietly like this?"
Zheng Gang said half-jokingly.
"It's different. Restaurants have food and drinks to entertain friends, but what do I have here! When friends come, it's just a cup of tea. I feel bad wasting their precious time,"
Shang Rong said with a bitter face.
Zheng Gang lowered his voice and asked, "I heard you broke up with Zi Hui?"
Shang Rong exhaled a puff of smoke, thinking to himself, "This kid's probably smug again. I've been outdone by him all my life, at least when it comes to women." "Your news is way behind the times, everyone on Earth knows."
"What happened..."
Zheng Gang feigned regret.
Shang Rong waved his hand dismissively, saying, "It's nothing, just wanted a change of pace."
Zheng Gang pointed at Shang Rong, shaking his head and laughing, "You're not some Chen Shimei, are you? A man who abandons his wife for money."
"Don't just talk about me. It's been years. How are you? You and Yan Yan are doing well, aren't you?"
There was a hint of bitterness in Shang Rong's words.
"What happiness or not? We're an old married couple."
A shadow of malice flashed in Zheng Gang's eyes as he spoke, but Shang Rong didn't notice.
Shang Rong laughed, "Alright! It's rare for us to meet today, let's find a place to have a few drinks. You call, invite everyone you should, don't forget Yan Yan, I promise I won't compete with you for her again."
Zheng Gang laughed heartily.
That evening, when Shang Rong entered the hotel private room, seven or eight classmates were already seated inside. "
Where were these people when I was about to jump off a building at home? How did they all suddenly appear now? That bastard Zheng Gang is quite efficient!
" "President Shang is here! President Shang is here!"
the classmates cheered as they saw Shang Rong enter.
Shang Rong pretended to leave, saying, "If anyone calls me President Shang again, I'll disappear immediately."
Zheng Gang smiled, stood up, and pulled Shang Rong to sit down, pointing to a middle-aged man in a police uniform opposite him, saying, "Shang Rong, besides my classmates, I've invited a new friend today, this is Yu Yongming, the office director of the Prison Administration Bureau."
"Welcome, welcome, welcome Director Yu,"
Shang Rong said with a warm and humble expression.
Yu Yongming stood up, shook Shang Rong's hand, and said, "We won't call you President Shang, and you shouldn't call me Director. We've met today, we'll be friends tomorrow."
Zhang Yan's sweet voice rang out, "Stop flattering each other. Shang Rong, I've already ordered the food for you, so just tell us what to order."
Shang Rong laughed, "Yan Yan, your word is law, how could I dare object?"
This drew a burst of laughter from the classmates; everyone knew about that old story.
Shang Rong secretly glanced at Zheng Gang, who was also smiling, seemingly unconcerned.
Shang Rong picked up his glass, stood up, and said, "Today's gathering has nothing to do with my company; it's all about the deep friendship between classmates. I'd like to toast everyone, welcome!"
After a few drinks, the atmosphere at the table became lively. Those classmates who were more successful were particularly active, while a few less successful classmates, like ugly ducklings, wore reserved smiles, nodding their heavy heads as if only half-listening.
This was the power of words. Foucault once said, "Words are power." This should be said in reverse: power is speech. The so-called vulnerable group is those who have something to say but can't speak, or whose words are ignored. Like that chubby female classmate, she had just opened her mouth when someone interrupted her, and she awkwardly mumbled as if swallowing her words. So our ancestors said long ago: Heaven is high and earth is low, thus the universe is established.
High and low are arranged, thus the noble and the lowly are positioned. This world has always been orderly in terms of hierarchy.
"Shang Rong, what are you thinking about? I'll toast you!"
Zheng Gang said, raising his glass.
"Who's toasting whom between us! Cheers!"
Shang Rong didn't know why, but he suddenly felt listless, and the wine tasted bland.
"Shang Rong, what do you mean? You're so listless, let's have a drink."
Zhang Yan raised her glass, looking at him with her beautiful eyes.
"What, you two want to team up and knock me out?"
Shang Rong laughed.
"Tch! You need both of us to take it on? My wife alone is enough."
Zheng Gang seemed to deliberately emphasize the word "wife." Shang Rong cursed inwardly: Damn, you still can't resist provoking me. Several classmates cheered, "Shang Rong, dare to take the challenge?"
Shang Rong waved his hand and said, "A good man doesn't fight with a woman. Besides, if Zheng Gang comes to my defense later, I'll be in big trouble. Everyone knows that history proves I'm no match for the two of them."
Zheng Gang, whether pretending to be stupid or genuinely not understanding Shang Rong's implied meaning, waved his hands wildly and said, "Shang Rong, do you still think we're in school? If you can get my wife drunk, I'll fucking admire you."
In Shang Rong's memory, Zhang Yan didn't drink much, but his understanding of her wasn't deep enough. Who knew what kind of person Zheng Gang had turned her into over the years? Now, seeing Zheng Gang's fearless attitude, he hesitated for a moment.
"Yan Yan, how about this? Let's put our old classmates aside for now. I'll
toast our new friend first," Shang Rong said, trying to back out.
"Okay, I'll wait for you. You weren't up to par before, but you must have improved a bit over the years,"
Zhang Yan said meaningfully.
Here, Shang Rong and Yu Yongming shared a drink. Yu Yongming then asked, "Shang Rong, what exactly does your company do?"
Shang Rong replied, "We're an investment company, investing in anything that interests us."
Yu Yongming said, "Our prison system is planning to launch an internet platform in various prisons. The initial investment isn't large, just tens of millions, to start a pilot program. Later, we'll invest over 500 million. If your company has the resources, you can participate in the bidding."
After hearing Yu Yongming's words, a lightbulb seemed to flash in Shang Rong's mind. In a very short time, he thoroughly analyzed Yu Yongming's words.
He could never afford 500 million himself; the key was the pilot program. The pilot program was a model, and he should be able to create one. There was a lot of room for maneuver. Maneuvering, maneuvering—only by getting involved can we achieve something!
Shang Rong suddenly found Yu Yongming endearing in his eyes, and he clinked glasses with him again.
"Yongming, in a couple of days, I'll come to your place to get more details. I'm a bit interested in this business. I might need to bother you often in the future."
"What are you saying! I'm a very pragmatic person. Things concerning friends are always the truth; everything else is nonsense."
He then burst into laughter.
Shang Rong chuckled a few times, but Zhang Yan stopped him, saying, "Shang Rong, do you mean what you say?"
Shang Rong glanced at Zhang Yan and saw that her face was already flushed from drinking. He really wanted to bite her. What was wrong with this woman today? It seemed like she had her eye on him. Wasn't she afraid her husband would be jealous?
"Yan Yan, tell me, how many drinks do you want to have with me?"
"Just one," Shang Rong laughed. "Just one. I was almost intimidated by your momentum."
"It's a teacup."
"A teacup?"
Shang Rong couldn't believe his ears. This woman must be crazy. Was she really trying to drink him under the table? He couldn't drink! This woman had already drunk quite a bit; another teacup would definitely make her drunk. It was very embarrassing for a woman to be drunk. It would be difficult to meet her next time. Besides, Zheng Gang wouldn't be happy if he got her drunk. At this moment, several classmates started fanning the flames again.
"Yan Yan, I give up. I'll call you 'sister.' Okay?"
Shang Rong deliberately feigned drunkenness.
"Who wants to be your sister? No way. I'm drinking with you today."
Zheng Gang interjected, "Shang Rong, give me some face. Can't you even grant my wife's simple request? Don't you have any class consciousness?"
Shang Rong was genuinely confused about Zheng Gang's intentions. What kind of man would force his wife to drink? Besides, although it had been over ten years, he hadn't forgotten what happened. Had Zheng Gang forgotten and stopped caring about him? The more this was the case, the less he should drink. Shang
Rong seemed even more intoxicated and said to Zhang Yan, "Yan Yan, I really can't take it anymore. Please spare me, or I'll call you grandma. Okay?"
Zhang Yan laughed heartily at Shang Rong's words, her eyes seemingly about to overflow with tears, and said sweetly, "My dear grandson, grandma will spare you."
A burst of laughter erupted. *I
'll be your grandson for now, but one day I'll make you call me master.* Shang Rong was seething with anger when suddenly his stomach churned, and he almost vomited. Taking advantage of the commotion, he slipped out to the restroom.
Zhang Yan, however, hadn't missed Shang Rong's expression. She glanced back at the door several times, but Shang Rong didn't return, and a look of anxiety crossed her face.
In the restroom, Shang Rong vomited until his face was staggering, then washed his face in the mirror. As soon as he stepped out, he saw Zhang Yan standing at the door. He paused, slightly startled, realizing the scene was familiar. He suddenly remembered a class reunion a few years ago. He had just come out of the restroom and saw Zhang Yan waiting at the door. At first, he assumed she was waiting for Zheng Gang, so he just smiled at her as he walked past. But after a few steps, he heard someone call out, "Shang Rong!"
Shang Rong stopped and turned around to see Zhang Yan's large, watery eyes staring at him, filled with a deep sorrow. Although Shang Rong felt Zhang Yan was acting a bit strangely, he assumed it was just a hallucination from drinking too much, so he didn't take it to heart and casually asked, "Waiting for Zheng Gang?"
To his surprise, Zhang Yan replied, "Waiting for you!"
Shang Rong took a few steps closer and sensed an ambiguous atmosphere. Their eyes seemed glued together, and Zhang Yan's breathing was rapid, her chest heaving. Just then, a woman's voice called out from behind, "Oh! Escaping drinking here..."
The words startled the couple apart. Shang Rong awkwardly made a few perfunctory remarks and fled back to the private room. This incident lingered in his mind for a while. However, at that time, he was already with Zi Hui and wasn't sure of Zhang Yan's true intentions, so his feelings gradually faded with time.
At this moment, the scene was exactly the same as before, and Shang Rong's heart tightened. He walked up to Zhang Yan, then glanced around before saying, "Waiting for Zheng Gang!"
Zhang Yan's eyes were exactly the same as last time. She looked at him for a moment, then said hurriedly, "When we leave, secretly follow us..."
She then turned and left.
Shang Rong stood there, completely bewildered. Secretly follow you? What for? To see you two being all lovey-dovey? Damn it! Are they trying to provoke me again? Suspiciously, Shang Rong walked towards the private room... The drinks were finished, and everyone had left.
A bright autumn moon hung high in the sky. Shang Rong followed the two figures in the distance along the deserted tree-lined path.
Strange, why weren't they in a car? Were they trying to put on a show of being a couple in front of me? But it didn't seem like it; they were so far apart. They didn't look like a couple at all. Couples always walk arm in arm on the street. Lost in thought, Shang Rong suddenly saw Zheng Gang approach Zhang Yan. Through the haze, he saw one of his hands on Zhang Yan's buttocks, and the woman seemed to be twisting her body, trying to avoid him. The two walked and became entangled. Suddenly, he vaguely heard Zhang Yan say something loudly, and the two abruptly stopped. Shang Rong quickly slipped into the roadside woods and quietly approached them again. His heart pounded wildly, a mixture of tension, excitement, and thrill.
Zhang Yan and Zheng Gang stood face to face. Zheng Gang took a drag of his cigarette and blew smoke into Zhang Yan's face, then sneered, "Having your fun today, huh? That bastard called you grandma, you slut..."
Shang Rong realized he was being talked about. His heart tightened, and he immediately perked up his ears.
"I am a slut, otherwise why would I be with a beast like you?"
Zhang Yan's voice rang out.
Zheng Gang sneered again. "Am I an animal? What difference does it make? You'd still be stripped naked and fucked by him even if you were with him, wouldn't you?"
The two were silent for a moment, then Zheng Gang continued, "What? You really want him to fuck you, don't you? Tell the truth, maybe I'll grant your wish." "
You pervert!"
Zhang Yan's voice rang out.
Zheng Gang threw away his cigarette butt, spat on the ground, and sneered, "You little slut, go back first, take off your clothes and wait on the bed. I'll come back and have a good time with you... Your cunt is already wet for him, isn't it..." He
then reached out and touched the woman's crotch, before turning and walking to the side of the road. A taxi happened to come by, and Zheng Gang got in and drove off.
Shang Rong watched the taxi drive away, his heart pounding with panic. He didn't dare come out of his hiding place, feeling like a thief who had stolen someone else's treasure. Over there, Zhang Yan turned around and looked back. Seeing the road empty and deserted, she sighed and slowly walked forward.
Shang Rong immediately realized what was happening. She was looking for him. Should he go over? Why did she let him see this? What was her purpose? By the time Shang Rong came to his senses, Zhang Yan was already far away, leaving only a faint figure in the night. That figure looked small and lonely in the empty night. In an instant, a tide of emotion surged into Shang Rong's heart. That was the woman he had deeply loved in his youth! And he had to admit that at this moment, that love seemed to have returned to his heart, so unforgettable, so heartbreaking.
Shang Rong no longer hesitated, walked out of the woods, and quickly chased after her.
He didn't come. He was afraid! Zhang Yan walked slowly, her mind only on these two sentences. She felt her legs go weak, as if she was about to collapse. This weakness came from a deep disappointment in her heart. The secret she had hidden deep in her heart for many years, the one she thought was precious and shameful, was so cheap once exposed to that person. Zhang Yan could no longer hold back her tears, letting them flow freely down her face. Suddenly, she seemed to hear footsteps behind her. Was it him? If it wasn't him… Zhang Yan felt a surge of tension.
"Yan Yan..."
Shang Rong's call seemed to strike Zhang Yan's Achilles' heel. She froze instantly, her mind seemingly blank, simply standing there, waiting for that person to get closer and closer.
Knowing that her last bit of patience had run out, Zhang Yan suddenly turned around, only to find the man already standing behind her.
He was so close to me, he had never left me, he was always in the deepest part of my heart.
Shang Rong couldn't remember who made the first move, but on this autumn night, in some corner of the city, in a fleeting moment of life, the two of them embraced each other passionately, first nibbling at each other's faces, then finding their lips, like two desperate frenzied addicts, sucking each other's tongues and saliva.
Zhang Yan was a woman who had found her place, and even in their frenzy, both of them understood this cruel reality. So, after a storm of passion on the roadside, Shang Rong, like a dog chasing a bone, returned the bone he was about to devour, waiting for the other dog to return and legally gnaw on it. In the dark stairwell, the two of them entangled again as if about to drown, frantically exchanging saliva, and also exchanging their lonely yet fervent hearts. Until the woman repeatedly whispered in his ear, "I'm yours... my heart will always be yours..."
Shang Rong's mind was completely in turmoil. Only when he stood at his doorstep did he realize he'd been so absorbed in his passion with Zhang Yan that so many questions remained unanswered. He also felt a pang of regret, blaming himself for not having touched those parts of Zhang Yan's body that haunted his dreams in that moment of passion. Would he ever have another chance? Thinking this, Shang Rong's mind began to clear. Zhang Yan belonged to Zheng Gang after all; his actions had already made him a third party. Should he continue? "
My heart will always belong to you..."
Thinking of Zhang Yan's words, he felt a surge of joy. Zheng Gang had her body, but her heart belonged to him. But then he realized this was the root of his suffering. Imagining Zheng Gang on top of Zhang Yan's snow-white body, having sex with her, Shang Rong felt a wave of anguish.
He stomped out his cigarette butt on the ground. "To hell with it! What's meant to be yours will be yours eventually. What's not meant to be yours, you have to fight for it. And fighting for it requires strength. Let's get down to business first." He struggled to clear Zhang Yan's mind of his harassment, and sitting by the door, he considered what Yu Yongming had said at the dinner table. His mood gradually brightened, and he seemed to clearly feel a divine revelation. He felt the light of fate shining upon him. Looking up at the clear night sky, he seemed to see Lady Luck smiling at him.
In the office of Huiya Company, only Yang Jun and Fatty were present. Fatty was

playing Dou Dizhu (a card game) on the computer, and Yang Jun stood beside him watching, his face showing impatience. "I say, is it really necessary to keep playing like this?" Seeing Fatty start another game, Yang Jun seemed unable to hold back any longer. "Just say what you have to say, don't keep it bottled up." Fatty's eyes never left the screen. "You're really patient. This company's been open for a month, and you just sit here staring blankly all day. Aren't you worried at all?" "If you're worried, why are you sitting here? Go out and do some business!" the fat man said indifferently. Yang Jun angrily shut down the computer. " Where am I supposed to go do business with my eyes closed? Shang Rong disappears every now and then. What's he doing?" the fat man laughed. "If Shang Rong were sitting in the office all day like you and me, I'd really be worried. As long as he's out there, I feel at ease." Yang Jun rolled his eyes and said, "Do you know what he's doing out there?" The fat man stretched and said, "Then go ask him! What's the use of asking me? Let me tell you! Shang Rong said we're all in this together, so don't jump around!" Yang Jun angrily smacked the fat man on the head, and the fat man stood up to hit him back. Just then, Shang Rong walked in. " I heard you two talking at the door. What business are you discussing? Come in, both of you." After the two sat down, Shang Rong said to Yang Jun, "How's the person I asked you to find going?" Yang Jun perked up at the mention of it. " I already told you. She even called me yesterday to ask when she'd start work." Shang Rong lit a cigarette and said with a smile, "It's not your girlfriend, is it?" Yang Jun said anxiously, "How could that be? A friend introduced her. She used to work in the public relations department of a four-star hotel. She's 25. I'll have you meet her tomorrow. I guarantee you 'll like her." Shang Rong laughed and cursed, "Are you trying to find me a mistress? As long as she makes our clients happy, that's all that matters. Have her start work tomorrow." The fat man said excitedly, "Shang Rong, is there something going on?" Shang Rong pointed at the fat man and said, "The fat man has a keen sense of smell. Starting tomorrow, neither of you will be idle." Then Shang Rong introduced the prison bureau system project to the two of them. "Such a big project, can we handle it? We only have one million in funding," Yang Jun said skeptically. Shang Rong pointed to the business license and said, "Don't talk nonsense. Our registered capital is twenty million. It's written in black and white, can't you see it?" The fat man asked, "So what exactly do we do?" Shang Rong took out several documents from his briefcase, handed one to the fat man, and said, "These are several companies participating in the bidding. I need you to find out their details. The more detailed, the better." He then said to Yang Jun, "Your task is to deal with Yu Yongming. Through Yu Yongming, we need to understand the progress of the project. The day after tomorrow, I need to personally meet with Deputy Director Wu, who is in charge of this project. I hope the girl you introduced will come in handy." Yang Jun still seemed unable to believe that he was going to be involved in such a large project. " Shang Rong, bidding is a tough battle, we..." Shang Rong suddenly felt a surge of anger. "Yang Jun, use your brain! This bidding process is just a formality. If it were a proper bidding process, who would bother with such a small profit margin? Even if someone did, they wouldn't be able to feed themselves, let alone the people involved. Don't worry about anything else, just do what I told you to do." Yang Jun felt annoyed after being scolded by Shang Rong, and the three of them fell silent for a while. Shang Rong smoked for a while, feeling sullen. He hadn't expected that Yang Jun, who seemed so ambitious and decisive, would lack any fighting spirit when it came to the task at hand, even less so than Fatty. In the end, wasn't he just worried about his 400,000 yuan? The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. " Yang Jun, if you're worried about the safety of your funds, I can return the 400,000 yuan in cash to you right now. I'm determined to do this project. Your support is great, but if you don't support me, I'll do it alone. Make your stance clear today; you can't get anything done if you're half-hearted." Yang Jun hadn't expected Shang Rong to be so angry and was at a loss for what to do, looking at Fatty with his eyes closed. The fat man slapped his thigh and said, "It's just a few hundred thousand yuan. If we lose it all, we can just go back to street vending. Shang Rong, I'll stick with you to the end." Seeing the fat man's attitude, Yang Jun muttered, "I didn't mean anything by it. You're the general manager, so naturally you have the final say." Shang Rong stood up and said, "Alright! In that case, let's split up and do more practical work and less empty talk." After saying that, he picked up his briefcase and was about to leave when he turned back at the door and said, "There's something else I forgot to tell you. I'm planning to buy a car." After saying that, he strode away , leaving the two of them standing there. Zi Hui was putting on her coat and getting ready to leave work when she saw the vice president, Zhao Qidong, walk in. " Zi Hui, it's the weekend. Let's have dinner together tonight."

“You should be home with your wife and kids this weekend! I already have plans for tonight.”
She turned to leave. Zhao Qidong grabbed her arm and said, “Zihui, I’ve been wanting to talk to you sometime…”
“Like last time? I’m not interested. Sorry, I’m off work.”
Zihui pulled away from Zhao Qidong’s hand and walked out.
“What a pretentious act! It’s not like we haven’t slept together before,”
Zhao Qidong cursed inwardly. Zihui walked slowly back along the tree-lined path, a pang of sadness rising in her heart
as she recalled the night she had spent with Zhao Qidong.
Zhao Qidong had been transferred to the bank as vice president last year, a relatively young vice president in the commercial banking system, only thirty-two years old, just two years older than Zihui.
Soon after joining the bank, Zhao Qidong showed a strong interest in Zihui, paying extra attention to her at work and frequently sneaking into her office for a chat.
At that time, Zi Hui was arguing with Shang Rong about stock trading. At first, she tried to persuade him patiently, but later, whenever Shang Rong traded stocks, they would quarrel. Finally, she watched helplessly as all her money was lost in the stock market, and Shang Rong's life deteriorated day by day.
Zi Hui was utterly desperate. Coupled with her unfulfilled youth, she felt lost and irritable.
Every day after work, she would sit in her office, lost in thought, not wanting to go home to see Shang Rong's miserable state.
One day, it started raining heavily outside as she left work. Zi Hui was standing at the window, staring blankly out the window. She heard someone behind her say, "A light drizzle can make eighty percent of women sentimental."
Zi Hui turned around and saw Zhao Qidong. "
President Zhao, aren't you leaving work yet?"
Zhao Qidong walked up to Zi Hui and stared at her, saying, "If there's a beautiful woman in the office making me feel sentimental, how can I leave?"
Zi Hui put on her coat and said, "I'm leaving now."
Zhao Qidong said, "Zi Hui, go find somewhere to sit. You can't stay so listless every day. I'm your boss, after all. Let's have a good chat today, whether it's about work or life. I'll always be your loyal listener."
Zi Hui already had a good impression of Zhao Qidong's charming demeanor, and besides, she couldn't refuse her boss's kindness, so she got into Zhao Qidong's car and went to a hotel. Upon entering the private room, she found it was a suite, and a sense of unease crept in.
Zhao Qidong didn't make any inappropriate moves, just told jokes to cheer Zi Hui up, and soon Zi Hui seemed to have changed her mood.
Zhao Qidong took the opportunity to persuade Zi Hui to drink some wine. Zi Hui didn't drink much, but unable to resist her boss's repeated urging, she reluctantly drank two glasses. After two drinks, Zi Hui's face flushed and her heart pounded. She felt a little dizzy and lightheaded. Encouraged by Zhao Qidong, she poured out her heart. When she got to the most heartbreaking parts, without Zhao Qidong's prompting, she picked up her glass and drank a few more, finally collapsing onto the table and sobbing.
She felt herself being lifted and placed on the bed. Before her sluggish mind could process what was happening, she felt one of her full breasts being fondled, and her tongue being sucked. Her long-dormant body trembled, and she let out a seductive moan.
Zhao Qidong, looking at his prey, whom he had been eagerly awaiting, lying so weakly before him, trembled with excitement. In a few swift movements, he stripped Zi Hui naked, revealing her mature, beautiful body: her full, firm breasts, her gracefully curved waist, her warm, white abdomen, and the tight scars from her unborn child. Zhao Qidong trembled with excitement, struggling to suppress his urge to pounce. He took out a digital camera from his briefcase, and with a flash of white light, Zi Hui's beautiful, reclining body was forever captured in the camera.
Not yet satisfied, Zhao Qidong spread Zi Hui's legs wide, pointed the lens at her private parts, and pressed the shutter a few more times. Under the flash, a glistening sheen appeared between Zi Hui's legs. Putting the camera back, Zhao Qidong quickly stripped naked and stood by the bed, admiring her for a long, long time with his eyes, hands, and mouth… In her hazy state, Zi Hui felt Shang Rong on top of her, his erect penis inside her incredibly hard, thrusting forcefully into her depths again and again. She was confused; the man had been weak lately, so why was he suddenly so vigorous today? She felt as if she had returned to the loving days she had spent with Shang Rong, temporarily forgetting his unpleasantness about his stock market dealings, wanting only to enjoy his "ravaging" of her body.
When she felt the man's penis reaching her cervix again, Zi Hui couldn't help but reach out and hug his waist, actively twisting her body and thrusting her full, snowy buttocks upwards, desperately trying to meet his thrusts with her wet, hot vagina. She let out seductive, soft moans. She knew her man's preferences in bed; he loved hearing her moan, loved her shyly uttering words she wouldn't normally dare to say. Now, she couldn't help but want to please him, and at the same time release the surging lust he had aroused within her.
"Rongrong... ah... darling... please stop trading stocks... please... ah... this is so good... ah... so deep... too deep..."
Hearing the fragments of words uttered by the woman, Zhao Qidong knew that Zi Hui considered him her husband. He felt a pang of disappointment, but at the same time, seeing the woman's intoxicated expression and alluring moans, he felt incredibly aroused. If she knew the man on top of her was her father, she probably wouldn't have acted so wantonly. Zhao Qidong sat up, put the woman's two long, beautiful legs together, hugged them tightly to his chest, and thrust his penis hard into her tight little hole. He panted and said, "I'm going to fuck you to death... Feels good, right... I didn't expect your pussy to be so tight... It feels so good..."
After saying that, he licked her two straight, white legs.
At this moment, Zi Hui couldn't distinguish the man's voice. She thought it was just like usual, when her husband was about to climax, he would say some shameful and vulgar things. She would often lose herself at that moment, her whole body and mind swaying with the man's desire. Now, when she heard the man say that he was going to fuck her to death, she subconsciously thought that he was about to ejaculate. She swayed her buttocks and moaned, "Brother... shoot me... I'll pee when you shoot... Don't fuck your wife too hard... Ah... Why... too hard today..."
Zhao Qidong's wife was quite beautiful, but unfortunately, when she was in bed, she seemed to want to show her identity as a people's teacher. No matter how hard he fucked her, she wouldn't make a sound. Sometimes, when she couldn't help it, she would grab the corner of the quilt or the pillowcase and stuff it into her mouth. In short, she would never make a sound. Over time, Zhao Qidong's interest in his wife became less and less, and he would often suddenly stop halfway through. Hearing Zi Hui's lewd moans, how could he resist? He couldn't help but pounce on her, shouting passionately, "You slut, scream louder, I'm going to cum..." He
then thrust forward relentlessly, wanting to bury himself inside her.
Zi Hui, knowing her husband's habit of watching him when he ejaculated, reluctantly forced her heavy eyelids open to peek at the man on top of her. She immediately sensed something, her body stiffening for a moment, then, with a sudden burst of strength, she threw him off. Just then, Zhao Qidong unleashed his ejaculation, unable to dodge, and was covered in his semen.
Zhao Qidong was completely bewildered, especially since a man's mind almost stops during ejaculation. It wasn't until Zi Hui rolled off the bed that he gradually understood what was happening. But having just ejaculated, he was exhausted and didn't bother with the woman getting dressed. He simply adjusted himself and leaned against the headboard, saying, "Look at you... why bother... you're already like this, come up and rest."
Zi Hui just kept her back to him, silently getting dressed. Zhao Qidong couldn't see the woman's expression, and chuckled a few times, saying, "Zi Hui, think positively. I really like you, but I shouldn't have taken advantage of you while you were drunk... we'll find another time..."
Before Zhao Qidong could finish speaking, Zi Hui suddenly turned around abruptly, her beautiful eyes wide open, tears glistening in her eyes, and shouted sharply, "Shut up! Do you believe me or not, I'll make sure you lose your bank manager position..."
After saying that, she hastily grabbed her coat and handbag and headed for the door. Zhao Qidong was stunned by the woman and couldn't speak for a long time until Zi Hui opened the door. He hurriedly said, "Zi Hui, don't go yet..."
Zi Hui turned around and interrupted him, saying each word clearly, "Zhao Qidong, remember this, this never happened." Then
she slammed the door shut.
The loud slam of the door made Zhao Qidong shudder. He gave a self-deprecating snort, took out his digital camera from his bag, and stared thoughtfully for a while. He muttered to himself, "It's delicious, but there are too many thorns. I wonder if this thing will be of any use... Damn it, this is the most unsatisfying time I've ever had... You little bitch, you're pretty fierce!"
That night, Zi Hui returned home. Shang Rong was still awake. As soon as Zi Hui entered the door, she could hardly hold back her tears. She wanted to throw herself into her husband's arms and cry her heart out, but when she saw the slightly dejected look on her man's face in front of the computer, her heart sank. She went straight into the bathroom and washed herself thoroughly for a very long time… Later, Shang Rong went into the bathroom and glanced at the naked woman a few times. Those glances seemed to see right through her, inside and out. He sighed inwardly and went to bed, never touching her again.
A screech of brakes, and a black Buick pulled up in front of Zi Hui. Zi Hui snapped out of her daze and saw someone waving at her from inside the car. Looking closer, she realized it was Shang Rong. Blood rushed to her face, and she cursed inwardly: Damn it!
Shang Rong glanced at his ex-wife sitting beside him, not understanding why she blushed when she saw him. He knew that Zi Hui's face would flush with a captivating blush during orgasm. “
Have you been drinking?”
“When have you seen me drink?
” “You don’t have a fever, do you?”
Shang Rong reached out to touch the woman’s forehead.
Zi Hui dodged his hand and said, "Just drive your car properly. Whose car are you borrowing to show off?"
Shang Rong laughed, "Why can't I have my own car? I bought it two days ago. You can't do business without a car!"
Zi Hui forced a smile, "Your driver's license from a few years ago is finally coming in handy. What do you need me for?"
Shang Rong glanced at his ex-wife, didn't answer, and drove to a restaurant. He got out and opened the car door for Zi Hui, saying, "Let's talk while we eat."
Zi Hui looked at the dishes the waiter brought and said, "Why did you order so much for just the two of us?"
Shang Rong sighed and said, "When we were dating, you always said the same thing. You always worried about money."
Zi Hui looked away and said, "I come from a poor family, so naturally I know the importance of money."
Shang Rong quickly explained, "I didn't mean anything by it. I just think it's a man's failure to make a woman so calculating about money."
Zi Hui smiled bitterly, "I never expected to be rich and powerful."
Shang Rong laughed. "There's nothing wrong with having hopes; pursuing ideals is human nature. Eat up, the food's getting cold."
Zi Hui picked up her chopsticks and said, "I can't even remember the last time you treated me to a meal."
Shang Rong just kept eating, a pang of guilt rising in his heart towards the woman.
"What did you want to see me about? You didn't just invite me to dinner, did you?"
Zi Hui wiped her mouth with a napkin.
Shang Rong lit a cigarette. "
I remember you have a classmate in Beijing who does business in network engineering. I met her a few years ago, I think her name was Qiao Min."
Zi Hui laughed nervously, "Your memory is really good, why did you suddenly remember her? Did you see her?"
Shang Rong laughed, "Don't get the wrong idea, where would I see her? Do you have any contact with her?"
Zi Hui laughed, "What a coincidence, she just came back a couple of days ago, and you're already asking about her."
Upon hearing this, Shang Rong excitedly asked, "She's in this city? Is she still doing the same business?"
Zi Hui didn't understand why Shang Rong was so excited about Qiao Min's return, and a pang of sadness welled up inside her. "Her business is booming now," Zi Hui said softly. "I think she's the vice president of the company. What do you want with her?"
Shang Rong seemed oblivious to the jealousy in Zi Hui's voice. "
I'm negotiating a deal and want to use the name of the Beijing company. This client is quite superstitious about Beijing companies. Can you arrange a meeting?"
Zi Hui hesitated for a long time before saying, "In a few days, I'll invite her over for dinner. You can meet her then, but..."
Zi Hui lowered her head, looking hesitant.
Shang Rong urged, "But what? I just want to discuss some business with her. If it's inconvenient, we can meet outside.
" Zi Hui looked up at Shang Rong and said, "I don't want her to know I'm divorced."
Women care more about face than men, especially between women.
Shang Rong suddenly felt sorry for his ex-wife. Zi Hui had gone to great lengths to fabricate lies to explain his absence to Qiao Min. "
I never thought about divorcing you. You were the one who wanted to."
"Is this deal reliable?"
Zi Hui changed the subject.
Shang Rong didn't answer Zi Hui's question directly. Looking at the dish in front of him, he said in a deep voice, "If this deal goes through, you'll never have to worry about money again."
Zi Hui felt her face flush again. "
What does this have to do with me?"
"Have you forgotten you're a shareholder in the company?"
Shang Rong stood up and said.

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