[Urban] Urban Loss of Virginity (Complete) - Chapter 13

Chapter 49 A
Vow of Love Spring, belatedly arriving, finally cast a fleeting, intense glance upon the city. During these rare few bright spring days, Qi Shundong, unlike most, didn't experience the vitality and joy of spring. Standing by the office window, watching the colorful pedestrians on the street, he felt waves of irritation.
Sun Xiaoyu had been back from Shanghai for several days. On the day of her return, she absentmindedly gave him a brief report on some trivial matters from her trip to Shanghai, nothing of value. Then she submitted a leave slip, claiming her mother was ill and she needed to return to Beijing to visit relatives. Qi Shundong knew he wouldn't approve the leave slip. For a policeman, his mother's illness was important, but work came first. How could he abandon his work at such a crucial time? Unfortunately, Director Zhang Aijun and her father were old comrades-in-arms; he had a hundred reasons to approve Sun Xiaoyu's leave slip. Besides, who could blame him when he was the deputy director?
Despite this, Qi Shundong's sharp insight still managed to pierce through Xiaoyu's evasive report, the frequent blushes on her face, and her shifty eyes, capturing the truth the girl was desperately trying to conceal. The plan had completely failed; Shang Rong had temporarily gained the upper hand, and had even enjoyed the delicious meal he had delivered to her doorstep, without even needing a word of thanks.
Watching the girl's retreating figure, Qi Shundong cursed Shang Rong inwardly. That son of a bitch, turning a lively girl into this state. No wonder the police who followed them to Shanghai said the two of them stayed in the hotel all day. That son of a bitch had really fallen into a trap. And he really went all out. In just a few days, he'd ruined the girl, completely out of shape. Look at her little butt, wiggling like a slut.
The only thing unclear at the moment was whether Shang Rong discovered Sun Xiaoyu's false identity first, or whether Sun Xiaoyu confessed to Shang Rong voluntarily in bed. But none of that matters anymore. After all, the Public Security Bureau doesn't need another Sun Xiaoyu. It's normal for the bait to be eaten by the prey; there's nothing to be surprised about. The outcome is still uncertain.
Actually, what truly worries Qi Shundong is a message sent back yesterday by a team monitoring Shang Rong. They saw his daughter with Shang Rong. Qi Shundong is completely baffled. He recalls that Xiaoya has been running a modeling agency recently, and he's heard it's quite large. Where did she get the funds? Shang Rong must be funding her. Why would Shang Rong fund Xiaoya? How did Xiaoya end up with Shang Rong? It's too much of a coincidence. The only explanation is that Shang Rong is deliberately using his daughter. His purpose is obvious: to put pressure on him through Xiaoya, and at the same time, to openly declare war on him.
In fact, the fragile and hypocritical friendship between them vanished the moment Shang Rong realized Sun Xiaoyu's identity. Shang Rong must know that he sent Xiaoyu to investigate him; how could he not be furious? His approach to Xiaoya now is merely a silent retaliation or a subtle warning. If he continues as before, Xiaoya might be used as a scapegoat, which would then draw attention to him. It's a classic case of "Xiang Zhuang's sword dance aimed at Liu Bang." It seems necessary to confront Shang Rong directly, partly to gauge his capabilities, and partly to avoid involving his daughter. He must warn Shang Rong to stay away from Xiaoya, but is Shang Rong someone who plays by the rules?
Another worrying issue is Zheng Gang's whereabouts. Zheng Gang has been on the run for over ten days. The entire city's police force has been deployed to various docks, stations, and major transportation routes to conduct a manhunt, and each branch has conducted a thorough search of the urban-rural fringe areas within their jurisdictions, yet Zheng Gang remains nowhere to be found, as if he has vanished into thin air.
Has he already contacted Shang Rong? Or has he already fled to another place? Qi Shundong doesn't believe Shang Rong would dare contact Zheng Gang at this time, especially after discovering Xiaoyu's identity; he wouldn't act rashly. Since Zheng Gang didn't get Shang Rong's money, the possibility of him fleeing is very small. On one hand, fleeing requires money; on the other hand, how could Zheng Gang bear to leave such a large sum of money for Shang Rong to enjoy alone? He must still be in the city, lurking in a blind spot overlooked by the police, waiting for his chance.
It seems Shang Rong is still the key figure in this case. The important task now is not to find Zheng Gang, but to keep a close eye on Shang Rong. Otherwise, if Shang Rong takes advantage of any lapse in attention, or if Zheng Gang is killed by Shang Rong to silence him, this case will become a dead case.
Qi Shundong ended his logical deduction, took off his uniform and changed into civilian clothes. He had to act immediately. He wanted to talk to his daughter before seeing Shang Rong, hoping that his rebellious daughter would listen to him this once.
Last time, when Shang Rong returned from his fake business trip, he immediately went to Zi Hui's place, using the excuse of reporting on work to vent his pent-up desires of the past month. But this time, although he had also been separated from the two beauties for a week, he wasn't as eager to rush home as last time. Without even disturbing the two women, he quietly returned to the old house with Xiaoyu. It wasn't that he didn't miss Zihui and Zhang Yan, but rather that he needed to process the information he'd brought back from Shanghai. On the other hand, Xiaoyu, using the excuse that she was going to Beijing in a couple of days, kept pestering Shang Rong to stay with her a little longer.
Xiaoyu, having tasted forbidden fruit for the first time, was experiencing the awakening of her desires. After hastily completing the handover procedures at the bureau, her heart was set on the man. They had initially agreed to stay at the old house for one day before letting Shang Rong go home so she could head to Beijing, but the next day she insisted on staying another day. Shang Rong had no choice but to agree; besides, he couldn't bear to part with this passionate, youthful body.
"If love is meant to last, why worry about being together every day?"
Shang Rong teased, playing with the girl's nipples.
Xiaoyu's flushed cheeks were vibrant and luscious. In the few days in Shanghai, the man had already explored every possible way with her. Although she still felt a little shy, she had completely lost her initial timid virginity, stretching out her body and letting the man do as he pleased.
Hearing the man's words, she pouted and said coquettishly, "You make it sound so nice, but you're just eager to get rid of me so you can go home and meet those two tigresses."
Seeing the girl's jealous expression, Shang Rong climbed on top of her. Xiao Yu felt the man's hardness and spread her legs, raising her buttocks to meet his. With a soft moan, Shang Rong felt himself entering that tight, fiery furnace again.
"Yu, you're so tight. Do you know, although I have several women, only you truly belong to me..."
Shang Rong said breathlessly as he moved on top of the girl.
Xiao Yu wrapped her arms around the man's neck, her petal-like lips kissing his face, moaning, "Love me well, I'll always be yours...love me hard...I..."
Shang Rong climbed off the girl, pressing her jade-like legs onto her chest, and thrust into her protruding buttocks with all his might. "
Baby, tell me...where should I shoot this time..."
Xiaoyu shook her head and sobbed, "On my stomach..."
"You've already shot..."
"On your breasts...don't you like..."
"I want to shoot on your face...would you agree..."
Xiaoyu covered her face with a pillowcase and groaned, "No...just shoot inside...it's safer..."
Shang Rong had reached his limit and didn't care about discussing this old topic with her anymore. He grabbed her pink and plump buttocks and let out a low growl before unleashing a barrage of shots.
The girl seemed to be limp on the bed as if she had been given anesthesia, weakly moaning. While her face was still covered by the pillowcase, Shang Rong peeked into the girl's crotch and saw that her delicate petals were slightly swollen and red, with a small hole opening like a fish's mouth, spitting out a little white foam. He was immediately filled with pride.
Shang Rong leaned against the headboard and lit a cigarette afterward, smoking while still admiring the girl's snow-white body with lingering pleasure. Xiaoyu knew that the man was now shamelessly continuing to rape her with lustful eyes, and her body couldn't help but tremble slightly. "
What did you mean by what you just said?"
Shang Rong was taken aback. "
What did I say?"
"Don't those women belong to you?"
Xiao Yu's voice seemed to have regained its vitality.
Shang Rong sighed and said, "What I mean is, they've all been with other men."
Xiao Yu suddenly lifted the pillowcase covering her face in surprise, "I know Zhang Yan, but Zi Hui is your wife!"
Shang Rong sighed again, "I lost money investing in stocks back then, and she was upset, so she let someone else take advantage of her."
Xiao Yu got up and looked at Shang Rong's face a few times as if she didn't recognize him, then suddenly leaned on the man and laughed uncontrollably.
Shang Rong didn't understand why the girl was so funny, and even chuckled a few times himself. Suddenly, he realized something was wrong; this little thing was making fun of him. He reached out and slapped the girl's bottom twice.
Xiaoyu's laughter stopped when she felt a sharp pain in her bottom. She nestled in the man's arms for a while and said, "So you don't care at all?"
Shang Rong was stunned for a moment, then said self-deprecatingly, "Even a great man can't guarantee a virtuous wife and filial children. Besides, you can't entirely blame her."
Xiaoyu looked up at the man for a few moments, then grabbed his head and rubbed her face against his, whimpering, "My poor darling... Xiaoyu will never let another man touch her..."
She then brought her breasts to the man's lips and said, "Look... these two little breasts have only been tasted by you... and..."
She pulled the man's hand to her lower abdomen and continued, "And here... only you have ever been inside... say it... you love me..." "You love me..."
Shang Rong listened to the girl's soft murmurs, feeling her tenderness and affection. His desire was instantly rekindled. He pulled the girl into his arms, gently entered her body, buried his head in her soft breasts, and hummed, "I love you now... forever..."

Chapter 50 Playing Hard to Get
After Sun Xiaoyu went to Beijing, Shang Rong almost became a homebody again. Apart from secretly visiting Gao Yan a few times, he spent almost every day at home reading books and newspapers online, or lying in bed enjoying the warmth of the two women. Zi Hui certainly didn't have much time to spend with him, but Zhang Yan had plenty of time to be with him. As long as the man was by her side, the matter of Zheng Gang's prison break faded, at least the fear was gone.
As for Zi Hui's question about the income from this trip to Shanghai... Upon hearing this, Shang Rong dismissed her with a string of lamentations about the scarcity of talent, telling her to focus on the local job market and not to have unrealistic ambitions. Zi Hui had no choice; as long as the man was settled and no longer causing trouble, she breathed a sigh
of relief. Actually, Shang Rong had been feeling quite stifled at home for several days. The thought of several pairs of eyes watching him whenever he went out made him uncomfortable; he felt he had no privacy no matter what he did, so it was safer to stay home. Of course, he also had two electronics experts perform a wiretapping check on the house's phone and other devices, but they found nothing, which was somewhat unexpected.
However, staying home all day doing nothing wasn't a good idea either, so Shang Rong lay on the sofa and... After exchanging greetings with his ancestors one by one, he grew angry, thinking, "You want to keep an eye on my every move? Fine, I'll just spend all my time chasing after your daughter, and let all your lackeys see it. Let's see where you put your face then!" So he drove off to visit Qi Xiaoya several times, as if he wanted everyone to know.
Qi Xiaoya was indeed a girl with a good business sense. Although it hadn't been long, her modeling agency in a small two-story building on Tianjin Road was already fully established. From location selection to room allocation to decoration, everything showed the girl's unique eye. Shang Rong was also very satisfied with the dozen or so models he saw in the rehearsal hall—of course, he wasn't judging from a model's perspective, but from a man's perspective on women. Shang Rong had asked Gao Yan, and Qi Xiaoya had withdrawn less than two million yuan so far. Shang Rong roughly estimated that Qi Xiaoya was quite disciplined in her use of funds; it seemed the girl wasn't the type to squander other people's money.
Shang Rong parked his car and went into the lobby on the first floor. Only three girls in tight-fitting clothes were training there; it seemed much quieter than when he last came. Going up to the second floor, the entire hallway was quiet, and all the doors were closed. He remembered that last time he came, Xiaoya and several young girls greeted him with laughter and chatter as soon as he went upstairs. Why was it so quiet today? Had everyone gone out? Just as Shang Rong was wondering, a girl came out of a door. She seemed to recognize him, smiling and nodding at him.
"Isn't your boss Qi home?"
Shang Rong asked with a smile.
The girl pointed to a closed door and said, "He's in the dormitory. His father just came by, and he made a huge fuss." "
After the girl finished speaking, she went downstairs.
Shang Rong knocked lightly on the door a few times, but there was no sound from inside. He gently pushed the door open, and it opened silently. It was a room of about ten square meters, which was the bedroom of Qi Xiaoya, the general manager of Ya Shi Model Agency. Led by the alluring fragrance emanating from the room, Shang Rong couldn't help but go in. Near the window on the left was a single Simmons bed, and the person lying on the bed facing inwards, judging from the long hair that fell down her back, was Qi Xiaoya. Entering her room without her permission, especially the room of a girl who filled men with fantasies, and the girl lying on the bed in her most casual way, Shang Rong suddenly felt his heart pound, both excited and..." Anxiety. Isn't this theft?
The photos of those unknown models are still on the wall. A few withered roses are in a glass vase on the bedside table. Someone gave them to her, perhaps a man. Why didn't she think to buy a bouquet of flowers when she came? A computer on the desk is running a constantly changing geometric pattern, and next to it are several magazines, at least one of which the girl had recently flipped through. There are also some other decorations; it's clear the girl carefully arranged this small room, but unfortunately, it's too small and still feels cramped and cluttered. Zi Hui and Zhang Yan both have empty apartments; why won't they let her stay there?
"Do you always sneak into other people's rooms like this? Are you a criminal?" Xiaoya
lay motionless on the bed, but she had clearly noticed the intruder and guessed his identity.
Qi Shundong had just been here. What did he say to Xiaoya? Need I ask? He certainly hadn't come specifically to play matchmaker for Shang Rong. For his daughter's sake, he might have even violated police discipline by changing his status from a suspect to a criminal in front of her. Otherwise, why would Xiaoya ask such a question?
Shang Rong thought, since he'd already barged in uninvited, there was no need to play the gentleman. He simply walked over and sat on the edge of the bed; the lovely girl was right in front of him, within reach. "
Who in this world would admit to being a criminal? Isn't it ridiculous of you to ask me that? Of course, if you consider a criminal in your father's eyes to be a criminal, then I am a criminal through and through."
Xiaoya seemed surprised by the man's voice being so close. She turned over and saw the man sitting on the edge of the bed, but she just stared at him without getting up. Yes! With my current experience, I can't see through someone deliberately pretending, let alone a criminal. Judging from this man's audacity, he certainly possesses the basic qualities of a criminal. The person at the police station was right about only one thing: this man is definitely using me. The ridiculous thing is that he doesn't realize our relationship is now like that of strangers, utterly devoid of any usefulness. Just recently, that man's shouts were heard even downstairs: "You're an adult now. If you don't listen to me, everything you do has nothing to do with me." This was tantamount to reaffirming the end of our father-daughter relationship. Poor man, still oblivious, still trying to use his position as the daughter of the police chief to do nefarious things. If he knew the truth, he wouldn't invest in me anymore. Men are all the same. They either want your body or your heart. This man's appetite is even bigger; he seems to want nothing on the surface, but in reality, he wants both my body and my heart! Why did I have to jump into this stinking, corrupting influence in the first place? Only now do I realize that I am not some flamboyant, strong woman; at best, I am just a vulnerable woman who can change her form under various pressures.
Xiaoya stared blankly at the man, her mind racing. Her only thought was that she didn't want to act with him anymore. She even thought, "I've already spent your money, and there's no other way to repay you. Who told me to be greedy for your money in the first place? I'm lying here now, so if you want to take my body, come on then. I'm not the kind of person who takes money and then reneges. But if you want my heart, forget about it!"
Shang Rong looked at the girl's empty eyes, those bright eyes had lost their former sparkle and vitality. He wondered what kind of nonsense was going through her little head. Everyone who had been bitten by that old dog Qi Shundong was like this, even his own daughter. Without a doubt, in Xiaoya's eyes, he was now the most despicable person in the world. More importantly, given the girl's current petty nature, he really couldn't untangle her knot in her heart anytime soon.
"I don't know what your father said to you. I don't know if he told you that I always wanted to be friends with him back then, when he wasn't the bureau chief yet. I even did him a small favor, which burdened me with a heavy responsibility. But your father not only didn't appreciate it, but also sent an undercover agent in your name to spy on me. Otherwise, you wouldn't have come into my sights. Now he sends several people to secretly monitor my movements every day."
Shang Rong's voice sounded both angry and sad, the subtext being that his father was an ungrateful and despicable man.
Hearing the man's words, Xiao Ya recalled the time he questioned her about Qi Xiaoya at the Wild Wolf Bar. At first, she thought the man had been deceived by that girl during his philandering, but it turned out there was such a complicated story. However, what did this have to do with her? Whether it was a fight between two men, or as that man often said, a battle between good and evil, it now seemed like nothing more than a dog-eat-dog game. "Stop trying to reason with me. I'm fed up. Just tell me your purpose."
Seeing that his opening remarks hadn't caught Xiaoya's attention, and that she was no longer even looking at him with her dark eyes, Shang Rong felt a pang of disappointment. Then he thought, "I've already taken care of that undercover agent, Qi Xiaoya. What makes you think you can't handle this brat?
" "Fine! Even if I'm a criminal, I just wanted to use you to fight your father. Now you see through me, and you won't be fooled anymore. From now on, we're done. My affair with your father has nothing to do with you, and I'll never come looking for you again. Don't worry about it anymore."
Shang Rong finished speaking with a tone of grief and indignation, even stroking the girl's long hair twice before getting up and walking towards the door.
"Wait a minute..."
Xiaoya's voice came from behind.
A sly smile appeared on Shang Rong's face. This brat always had to test him; she wouldn't say a word until he reached the door. "
Is there anything else?"
Shang Rong turned around and saw Xiaoya already sitting on the edge of the bed.
"What about the money? I mean, I..."
Xiaoya lowered her head, unsure how to express herself.
Shang Rong understood what the girl wanted to say. Money was her biggest worry, but now that she had it, how could she easily give it back? This money was an invisible thread connecting the two of them forever. "
The money has nothing to do with me. The general manager of Huiya Company is my ex-wife; she's your boss. I just acted as a go-between, so the money invested in your company isn't embezzled funds. You can rest assured."
Xiaoya had met Zi Hui several times through Gao Yan, and the general manager of Huiya Company had practically become her idol. She even secretly felt sorry for Shang Rong; how could such a good woman be willing to divorce? "
But... I..."
The more easily the man spoke, the less Xiaoya could utter those vulgar words.
Shang Rong approached the girl and whispered, "You don't feel bad about it, do you? If you want to repay this favor, it's very simple. I'm bored every day. You can invite me for a walk outdoors once a week. Of course, if you don't want to, that's fine too."
A walk together every week? Was it really that simple? Was this man's request? Looking up, the man had already left.
Shang Rong sat in the car, a smile appearing on her face as she saw the pink curtains behind a second-floor window swaying gently. Let this little bird fly freely for a few days. If you chase her too hard, she'll keep flapping her wings. Don't hurt her. Sooner or later, when I extend my palm, she'll fly to my palm and preen her feathers. Chapter 51 of "
Losing Virginity in the City" (Part 1) : Zheng Gang looked at the sunlight through the crack in the window, feeling a surge of anger. Back in the detention center, he could go out for some fresh air and sunshine every day. Now that he'd escaped, he was stuck in a dark little room, afraid to even leave the house, eating and sleeping all day long—he was practically no different from a pig. What angered him even more was that Jin Sheng still hadn't found him a new hiding place. Despite Zheng Gang's repeated urging, Jin Sheng kept putting it off. Zheng Gang was helpless and couldn't lose his temper, since he was now in a position of need, relying on others for everything. He could only sigh inwardly. If things continued like this, things would inevitably fall apart under the short-sighted and reckless hand of Jin Sheng. He needed to find another way out. That morning, when Jin Sheng left, Zheng Gang again reminded him about finding a place to live. Jin Sheng agreed verbally, but inwardly he didn't care. Why spend money to rent a new place when he was living comfortably here? He worked hard every day, leaving early and returning late, earning his meager income. Besides, the terrifying fortune Zheng Gang mentioned was just a mirage, a pipe dream—who knew if it was reliable? Since Zheng Gang moved in, buying this and that, Jin Sheng felt his money was dwindling. He was now anxious to get Zheng Gang to reveal who had the money so he could go find him. Unfortunately, Zheng Gang refused, so he had no choice but to wait patiently, and his attention to finding a place to live waned. After watching Jin Sheng leave, Zheng Gang, as usual, closed the doors and lay on the bed in his small room reading the newspaper. A few days ago, he had seen the marriage advertisement in the newspaper. The words "dementiac old man seeking a wife" had stirred his heart, and after reading the following sentences, he was almost certain it was a signal from Shang Rong. Zheng Gang concealed his excitement, not telling Jin Sheng about this discovery, but spending several days carefully pondering the meaning of the few sentences in the advertisement. This signal had three meanings. First, it meant that Shang Rong already knew about his escape. Second, it was a warning not to show himself easily, not to rush into contacting him. It was also a warning that without patience and perseverance, the marriage would be difficult to achieve. Regarding the third meaning, Zheng Gang wasn't so sure, but it was the most attractive to him. It was the phone number left at the end of the marriage advertisement. Could it be Shang Rong's contact information? But thinking about the words about patience and perseverance in the advertisement, he felt it was unlikely. So Zheng Gang suppressed the strong urge to dial the number, cursing Shang Rong's dead mother in his heart. Zheng Gang was pondering Shang Rong's wordplay in bed when he suddenly heard a knock at the door. He sat up abruptly, listening intently; it was indeed someone knocking on his door. It couldn't be Jin Sheng; Jin Sheng always used his own key. So who could it be? Someone Jin Sheng knew? The electricity bill collector? A neighbor borrowing something? The police… The thought of a police investigation sent a chill down Zheng Gang's spine. He quickly got out of bed, put on his coat and shoes, and tiptoed to the outer room door. He pressed his ear to the door and listened for a while, but heard nothing loud. Then, mustering his courage, he gently lifted a corner of the curtain and peeked outside. He saw a young woman standing in the doorway, a small bag slung over her shoulder, one hand resting on the door. Zheng Gang breathed a sigh of relief. This woman didn't look like a policewoman at all. Police would need at least two people to do this kind of thing; they wouldn't send a female officer alone to arrest someone as important as him. Just then, another thumping sound came from the door, making Zheng Gang's heart skip a beat. If he didn't open the door, the woman might keep knocking, and the neighbors next door might hear. Thinking this, Zheng Gang opened the door a crack and asked the woman, "Who are you looking for?" The woman actually smiled at him and said, "I'm Jin Sheng's friend. I need to talk to you about something."

Zheng Gang was baffled. What could Jin Sheng's friend want with him? Did Jin Sheng ask him to deliver a message? But having her stand at the door to speak wasn't a good idea; it would easily attract attention. Zheng Gang opened the door, and the woman, without any politeness, brushed past him and entered.
The woman acted as if she were in her own home, swaying her large hips as she entered Jin Sheng's bedroom. She threw her bag on the bed, plopped down on the edge, and through the open door, her eyes alluringly fixed on the man still standing in the outer room. She knew why the man was so nervous.
Seeing the woman's posture, Zheng Gang immediately realized—this woman couldn't be someone Jin Sheng had sent to relieve his pent-up desires, could she? Jin Sheng had told him several times that he needed a woman to release his pent-up energy, otherwise he was afraid he'd go crazy, but he had never agreed. It was kind of his brother to think of him like this, though it was a bit risky. But prostitutes often did this kind of thing; as long as you didn't make things difficult for them financially, they usually wouldn't cause any problems.
At this moment, Zheng Gang had lost all sense of vigilance and couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. He felt he had been holding back for too long, and having a woman to talk to would be nice, especially since Jin Sheng had probably already paid. With that thought, Zheng Gang went into the inner room, sat down on a chair, lit a cigarette, and began to scrutinize the woman.
The woman looked to be in her mid-twenties, with curly hair, a decent face and figure, and especially an alluring large buttocks. Zheng Gang, like Shang Rong, was attracted to large buttocks. Back in school, the two had secretly studied Zhang Yan's round, perky buttocks. Later, although he was disgusted by Zhang Yan's unclean body, he remained obsessed with her plump, round buttocks. So much so that once, after drinking, he had pervertedly held the woman's buttocks in his arms, biting and hitting them for half the night, leaving her buttocks covered in bruises. Now, he wondered how Shang Rong would play with his ex-wife's buttocks. A fire of jealousy ignited in Zheng Gang's eyes as he stared at the woman before him like a wolf, as if he wanted to devour her whole.
The woman felt a surge of nervousness as she watched the glint of malice creeping into the man's eyes. She quickly said, "Brother Zheng, we've never met before. My name is Gu Aihua. I slept in this room the night you came, and I left the next morning."
She then stared at the man, trying to guess if he remembered her. Upon
hearing the woman's words, Zheng Gang immediately remembered who she was. That morning, although he was exhausted, the woman's desperate moans had left a deep impression on him. So it was Jin Sheng's girlfriend. Why would that idiot bring this woman here? Was she the last whore in the world? But then he thought again, something didn't seem right. Jin Sheng had already said he wouldn't see her anymore. "How come…" "
Did Jin Sheng send you?"
Zheng Gang's tone was filled with suspicion.
Gu Aihua chuckled softly, "Why does Jin Sheng have to call me? Can't I come to you myself? You're the man of my dreams."
She then braced herself on the bed, thrusting her ample breasts high, one leg dangling off the edge, displaying her long, sexy leg clad in stockings.
Listening to the woman's incoherent ramblings, Zheng Gang was momentarily confused about her intentions. Was she deliberately trying to seduce him? What did he have that made her want to seduce him? He hadn't met her that night, only heard her lewd moans.
Suddenly, Zheng Gang felt a chill run down his spine. If he could clearly hear her lewd sounds from next door, couldn't she hear what he and Jin Sheng were saying in the dead of night? She knew his identity, knew almost everything… This bitch was trying to blackmail him.
Zheng Gang abruptly stood up from his chair, rushed to the outer room, pulled back the curtains, peered outside for a moment, then turned back to block the doorway to the inner room. His eyes flashed with fury as he stared intently at the woman and demanded sharply, "What do you want? Who did you tell about this? Speak!"
Aihua, stunned by the man's series of actions, remained frozen on the bed. Seeing the murderous glint in his eyes, she knew he intended to kill her to silence her. Luckily, she had been prepared; otherwise, she might not have made it out of the room today. Despite this, she was still terrified, her voice trembling as she said, "Don't do anything rash... I have friends outside... If you do anything rash... I..."
Zheng Gang was even more shocked. This fool had actually told others! Now, who knew how many people knew a high-profile fugitive was hiding here? It seemed that force wouldn't solve the problem; he needed to calm her down first.
Zheng Gang deliberately slumped into a chair like a deflated balloon, sighed, and said, "How many people did you tell?"
Seeing the man drooping like a defeated rooster, Ai Hua felt a surge of smug satisfaction, thinking herself incredibly clever. At that moment, the man seemed like a pathetic wretch to her, to the point that she began to pity him, feeling she had frightened him too much.
"I'm not that stupid. Only I know about this. That friend outside only knows I'm here to collect a debt; I only called him because I was afraid you'd do something foolish."
She finished speaking and laughed, seemingly pleased with her flawless plan once again.
Zheng Gang was furious, but he dared not show it on his face, maintaining a pitiful, desperate look. Among women, prostitutes are the most daring; they'll take any money, and any man's penis. No wonder so many prostitutes die mysteriously in hotels.
"Tell him to leave quickly, we can discuss the rest later,"
Zheng Gang pleaded.
Ai Hua stared at the man's face for a while and said, "Getting him to leave is easy, but I'm warning you, don't get any funny ideas. I'm just trying to help you out of kindness; your friend is unreliable."
Zheng Gang's heart skipped a beat at the woman's words. Perhaps this woman was right; he couldn't put all his eggs in one basket with Jin Sheng. This woman might actually be of some use, and she had nothing to do with him. "
Don't worry, I'm afraid of you now. Tell him to leave, I have something to discuss with you."
Ai Hua stood up and walked to the man, pinching his cheek and saying, "That's a good girl. You wait here."
Then she swaggered out the door.
Zheng Gang quickly came out and lifted the curtain to look outside. Sure enough, he saw the woman and a tall man standing in the corner talking, then the man waved and left, and Ai Hua walked towards the door alone. Where was that man hiding? I didn't see him earlier. Luckily, I didn't make any rash moves, or things would have gotten complicated.
Aihua entered the room, and Zheng Gang immediately locked the door. He went into his small bedroom, lay down on the bed, and closed his eyes without saying a word.
Aihua smiled slyly, walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, placing one hand on the man's crotch and saying, "Still angry? Now we're accomplices. Didn't I just say you're the man of my dreams?"
As she spoke, she unbuckled the man's belt, reaching into his pants and groping around, saying in a coquettish voice, "Haven't been with a woman in a long time, have you? You're not even reacting."
Seeing that the man still didn't speak with his eyes closed, she continued, "You must have been a big shot before, otherwise where would you have gotten so much money?"
Zheng Gang suddenly opened his eyes and said sharply, "Shut up! Don't mention this again."
The woman was startled by the man's appearance, thinking she had misjudged and was about to be in trouble. Fortunately, the man closed his eyes after speaking, seemingly enjoying his caresses, and said coquettishly, "Can't you speak properly? You're trying to scare me to death! Didn't you say you had something to discuss with me? Say something!"
Zheng Gang felt the woman's touch making his penis gradually harden, and he opened his eyes and looked at the woman lewdly, saying, "Let's discuss it with your mouth and my cock first."
Aihua was a worldly woman, of course she knew how to negotiate with a man's penis with her mouth. She rolled her eyes at the man, thinking, "Didn't realize he was such a seasoned john, pretending to be so decent." Nevertheless, she pulled down the man's pants and began to negotiate with his penis with practiced ease.

Chapter 52 Seeking Help from a Tiger (Part 2)
After Zheng Gang and Zhang Yan got married, he couldn't accept that Zhang Yan had lost her virginity to Shang Rong. For several years, they had almost no normal sex in bed, mostly engaging in perverse torture and Zhang Yan's desperate resistance. Over time, he himself grew weary. Later, because Zhang Yan hadn't gotten pregnant, he secretly went to the hospital for a checkup and discovered he was infertile. According to the doctor, the semen he forcibly ejaculated into Zhang Yan's uterus at night was dead and couldn't cause pregnancy. Zheng Gang was utterly disheartened. What's the use of fertile land? If the seed won't sprout, what's the point of cultivating it?
From then on, he lost all interest in tormenting Zhang Yan in bed. Every time he looked at his wife's delicate body, all he felt was a helpless sigh, and subconsciously, he had a perverse thought of sending her to her old lover's bed.
Later, he met Zhang Caixia, and for some reason, he was captivated by that ugly classmate. His first real sexual experience was with Zhang Caixia. In that brief moment, he completely forgot his physical misfortune, feeling like a powerful man, and the moans Zhang Caixia made beneath him were the most beautiful music he had ever heard. How blissful that time was! Caixia! I can never repay you in this life.
"It's so hard, come on!"
Aihua's words jolted Zheng Gang awake. He looked up and saw the woman looking at him with a flushed face, her manhood incredibly erect. Zheng Gang wanted to laugh out loud; he hadn't expected the woman to actually awaken his long-dormant desires. It seemed that besides ugly women, all he had left were feelings for prostitutes.
Zheng Gang pulled the woman onto his body, reached inside her thin sweater, grabbed one breast and kneaded it, saying, "Take off your pants so I can see."
The woman pouted, seemingly unwilling, and stripped naked from the waist down. Zheng Gang stared at the woman's white genitals while forcefully squeezing one breast, causing Ai Hua to scream. "
You seem like a refined person, but I didn't expect you to be so cunning. Let me lie down, hurry up and get to work."
Ai Hua tried to get off the bed.
Zheng Gang grabbed her, saying, "Where are you going?"
Ai Hua twisted her body, saying, "My bag is in that room over there, I'm going to get a condom."
Zheng Gang immediately forced the woman onto the bed, saying, "I never wear those things. Wearing them makes me impotent."
Ai Hua snorted, "Aren't you afraid of getting a disease?"
Zheng Gang said in a deep voice, "I'm a god descended from heaven, immune to all diseases, my ass is good."
With that, he thrust into the woman's vulnerable spot.
Although Aihua wasn't very old, she was a seasoned veteran, experienced in countless battles, and knew the art of dealing with any situation. Seeing the man attacking from behind, she swayed her plump buttocks, tightening her vaginal opening to fight him.
Who knew this seemingly refined man was truly like a god descended from heaven, possessing immense strength, and he pounded into her for an hour without showing any sign of stopping. His incredibly hard, iron-like member thrust relentlessly, piercing her very core, leaving her weak and moaning in pain.
Zheng Gang felt as if he were divinely inspired today; he had never felt such virility in his life. Although his lust was surging, he felt no urge to release, only the immense pleasure of his member soaking in the woman's overflowing spring. He only thought of killing her, so it wouldn't be considered murder to silence her.
Aihua endured the pain for a while longer, but finally couldn't take it anymore and begged for mercy. "
Brother... I really can't take it anymore... You're too amazing... Please have mercy... I'll suck it out for you with my mouth..."
Zheng Gang wasn't about to give up. He gripped the woman's slender waist tightly with both hands, slamming her buttocks against his lower abdomen. He hysterically shouted, "Fuck! This isn't enough? I'm not done yet, I'm going to fuck you to death..."
Just then, he suddenly felt a violent contraction deep inside the woman, as if his glans was being bitten by a mouth. A gush of hot water was poured onto it, and Zheng Gang could no longer resist the excruciating tingling. He shouted, "I'm going to cum..."
Ai Hua turned around and cried out urgently, "Don't cum inside, you'll get pregnant..."
Zheng Gang thought to himself, if you can really get me pregnant, I'll really cherish you. He ignored the woman's writhing and just pressed himself against her sweaty buttocks, ejaculating with pleasure. Finally, he was defeated by the woman's desperate resistance.
Two exhausted men lay huddled together, panting for a long time. Zheng Gang finally climbed off the woman's back and said, "It felt so good to fuck you, you little bitch."
Ai Hua pinched the man's leg and said, "You're already acting like a slut right after we're done. Men are all the same."
Zheng Gang laughed, "I didn't mean to slut you. I really fucked you well today."
He then grabbed one of the woman's breasts and played with it
, still not satisfied. Ai Hua was pleased to see the man's pleasure and deliberately said coquettishly, "So you call me a bitch just because you're having fun?"
Zheng Gang pinched the woman's nipple and said, "You idiot, calling you a little bitch means I like you. If I wanted to insult you, I'd call you an old bitch."
"Where did you hear that twisted logic? Now you can talk to me about serious matters, right?"
Ai Hua simply lay naked in the man's arms, letting him touch her all over.
Zheng Gang pondered for a moment and said, "You'd better think this through. I won't lie to you, if I don't get caught by the police, you'll have plenty of money later. But if something goes wrong, you'll go to jail too."
Ai Hua snuggled into the man's arms a few times and said disdainfully, "Tch! I'm not easily scared. Besides, these days, there's no such thing as making money without taking risks."
Zheng Gang looked at the woman in his arms for a while, thinking, "They say money makes the world go round. I only gave her a thought, and this little bitch doesn't even care about going to jail. That's human greed." Shang Rong now has such a large sum of money in his hands. Is he willing to give it up? Jin Sheng said that the current owner of Huiya Company is a woman. If he's not mistaken, that woman should be his ex-wife, Lin Zihui, not Zhang Yan. Zhang Yan is a blockhead and can't manage a company. Now that Shang Rong has that money, he definitely won't have the heart to run that lousy company anymore. If he runs away with the money abroad, that would be troublesome. It seems that simply waiting isn't the best approach; something must be done to keep him hooked. The key is to get some money in hand as soon as possible. With money, there's more room to maneuver. Without money, I'm like a drowning dog, vulnerable to attack from anyone. Even this little bitch wouldn't take me seriously. But how can I make a move?
"Be gentle! It hurts!"
It turned out that Zheng Gang had been unknowingly pinching the woman's nipple, causing Ai Hua to cry out in pain.
“Aihua, since you’ve made up your mind, then we’re on the same side. As long as you listen to me and do as I say, I promise I won’t treat you unfairly.”
Hearing this, Aihua immediately became excited, licking his chest with her tongue, and said, “Of course I’ll listen to you! Don’t doubt me. What good would it do me to betray you?”
Zheng Gang, for the first time ever, kissed the woman on the cheek and said, “Jinsheng can’t know about today’s events. Also, I want to find another place to stay. Only when I find a safe place can I move around; otherwise, I’ll be stuck here forever.”
Aihua immediately said, “Then you can stay at my place.”
Zheng Gang shook his head and said, “Too many people have come to your place; it’s not safe.”
The unspoken implication of the man made Aihua blush.
"So what do you mean?"
Zheng Gang stared at the woman and said, "My meaning is simple: you need to find a secluded place to rent a room as a backup. Of course, I don't have any money right now, so you'll have to pay for it."
He then watched the woman's reaction.
"You should at least give me a general idea of where to go. What do you mean by secluded? I don't know this city as well as you do,"
Ai Hua muttered.
"Anywhere around Wangjialiang will do. The room doesn't have to be fancy, the key is that it has to be hidden."
Zheng Gang imagined what the new hideout would look like, and he seemed to have an idea.
Ai Hua sat up and said, "I'll take care of it tomorrow."
Zheng Gang didn't expect the woman to agree so readily. Everyone says women are stingy, but in this respect, she's much better than Jin Sheng. "
After you find a room, come see me in the morning. If you happen to run into Jin Sheng at home, just pretend you're looking for him and don't talk to me. Also, don't see any other men during this time." "
When Aihua heard the man tell her to stop taking clients for a while, her face inexplicably flushed, her eyes becoming watery as she looked at him with a resentful expression. Zheng Gang felt a pang of pity and whispered, 'Maybe you'll never have to do this job again.'
The woman buried her face in the man's arms and said coquettishly, 'What job did I do? What job did I do? I just…'
Before she could finish, she reached out and grabbed the man's manhood, kneading it.
Zheng Gang laughed and whispered in the woman's ear, 'You dare to tease me? Aren't you afraid I'll fuck you to death?'
Aihua looked at the man with seductive eyes and said, 'If you've got the guts, then come on! If I fuck you to death, let's see who rents you a place. '" Zheng
Gang pressed Ai Hua down, thinking: I really can't kill her now.

Chapter 53: Unbearable Pain
. Shang Rong never dreamed that the so-called fulfillment of the soul contract would be a series of painful and terrifying nightmares.
He lay alone on his bed in the old house for the first half of the night, feeling uneasy, wondering what strange things would happen that night. He wasn't afraid. Judging from his two encounters with the soul collector, the contract didn't seem to contain any frightening elements, and most importantly, there was no indication that it would threaten his life. Therefore, Shang Rong's curiosity outweighed his fear. In his opinion, the soul collector... It might happen again later, perhaps in his own dreams, a spiritual exchange, like that between a believer and a priest—unspeakable yet bringing peace to the soul.
Shang Rong lay there lost in thought, both excited and nervous. He even had a few questions ready to ask the collector when he was awake.
However, everything turned out differently than he expected. He never imagined someone would open his head and force-feed him scalding hot substances. The molten liquid or gas surged into his brain, churning and churning within. The internal pressure made him feel like his head was about to explode. It exploded, as if his eyeballs were about to detach from their sockets and fly out. A deafening roar filled his ears, like being inside an engine. This nightmare-like agony lasted for an unknown amount of time, followed by an incredibly powerful suction that instantly drained everything from his brain, as if even his blood and internal organs were being sucked out. Shang Rong felt like he was nothing but a shell of a person, yet the suction showed no sign of abating, as if determined to squeeze every last drop of life from his body, turning him into something as sharp as a knife.
In the despair of reaching the limit of pain, Shang Rong felt himself being torn apart. He started cursing, seemingly at the data collector, or perhaps at Qi Shundong, then he became like a shrew, hurling insults at anyone and everything. If he had a knife, he wouldn't hesitate to kill even his own parents. Shang Rong's last feeling was that he was like a wisp of smoke, drifting aimlessly, floating in a daze until he lost all consciousness. There
was always a knock at the door when he was at his weakest. Shang Rong barely opened his eyes. The room was pitch black; it wasn't even dawn yet? Who was bothering him so early? The knocking stopped, replaced by the sound of a key unlocking the door. It was Zhang Yan. Only she had the key. Was she here to spy on him?
"Oh my god! Rong, what happened to you?"
Zhang Yan cried out as soon as the light came on, throwing herself on top of him. Shang Rong felt like his bones were about to break; a sharp pain shot through his body. "
You woman, be gentle! You're crushing me!" "
He meant to shout, but what came out was a weak groan.
Zhang Yan frantically tried to help the man up, only to find that he was almost completely naked, with only a vest torn to shreds hanging from his body. The bed was soaked as if it had been flooded. Zhang Yan couldn't believe the man was asleep; even digging mountains and rivers wouldn't leave him in such a state. '
Put some clothes on for me, I want to go home,'
the man said weakly.
'Go home? I'll take you to the hospital first,'
Zhang Yan said, almost crying.
Shang Rong seemed to suddenly have strength and shouted, 'Why are you so nagging, you woman? Take me home right now, get out of this godforsaken place!'" Zhang
Yan dared not utter another word. She hurriedly dressed the man, put on his clothes and shoes, and, as if helping a wounded soldier, shoved him into the car and drove him home.
For two days in a row, Shang Rong did not recover his strength. He lay in bed all day, too lazy to speak. Faced with the questioning of the two beauties, especially Zi Hui, he only vaguely claimed to be ill, but could not explain what was wrong.
When the two women tried to take him to the hospital for treatment, he acted like a child avoiding a shot, leaving the two beauties sighing and unsure whether to scold or punish him. However, Shang Rong remained oblivious to the food the two beauties fed him. He didn't refuse. Evenings were spent enjoying the women's warm embraces, sucking on their tender nipples with loud smacking sounds. Unfortunately, his lower body seemed to recover slowly; no matter how much he sucked on them, his lower body remained calm. Fortunately, the two women knew he lacked energy, so they didn't tease him, letting him indulge in his whims. It
wasn't until the afternoon of the next day that Shang Rong felt a little stronger. Having stayed in bed for so long, he decided to go downstairs for a while. Just as he reached the door, he heard Zi Hui's voice: "Look at your man, what a state he's in! Aren't you going to do anything about it? You should at least find out what happened."
Zhang Yan then said, "Isn't he your man? Why don't you ask him?"
Zi Hui laughed, "Alright, alright!" "He's my man, but he's registered under your name now, so you'd better..."
The rest of his words seemed to turn into a whisper, followed by a burst of laughter and playful banter.
Shang Rong was enjoying himself when he suddenly stopped. He couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. He deliberately coughed loudly and said, "I'm lying in bed, sick as hell, and you two are so happy? Sigh! Really..."
He then shook his head and swayed as he walked downstairs. Zhang Yan quickly ran a few steps forward and took the man's arm. Zi Hui took a close look at the man's face and knew he was acting. She deliberately ignored him and sat on the sofa, saying, "I don't think he's seriously ill. Otherwise, why doesn't he go to the hospital?"
Shang Rong was furious and cursed inwardly, but he didn't want to bring up the topic again and have the two of them interrogate him endlessly. So he sat down on the sofa casually, raised one leg and put it on Zi Hui, saying, "Just give me a good massage and I'll feel better." Zi
Hui glared at the man, then pinched his leg with her slender hand before gently massaging it, watching him grimace.
Zhang Yan brought out a small bowl of soup from the kitchen and said to Shang Rong, "You look weak. Drink this soup to nourish yourself. It's made with an old black-boned chicken that Sister Zi Hui bought early this afternoon."
Shang Rong took a sip of the soup, then looked at the woman massaging his leg and felt a pang of guilt. He pulled his leg away from her and said gently, "Huihui, do you even make any money running those appliance stores? I think you should stop doing those laborious, unprofitable things. You're working too hard as the general manager."
Zihui tore off a napkin and handed it to the man, pouting, "What isn't hard? I think it's your crazy antics that's hard."
Shang Rong laughed, "Alright! I guess I flattered the wrong person. Yan Yan, in a few days you should go and help your sister Zihui at the store. I'd feel bad if your sister Zihui got too tired."
Zi Hui gave the man a coquettish glare, snorted, and said, "I was just about to ask you, what's with that cultural communication company and modeling agency? That girl surnamed Qi is quite a beauty, but I wonder if she's worth over two million."
Zhang Yan asked, "What girl surnamed Qi? What two million? What are you talking about?"
Zi Hui snorted, "Oh! It's rare to see Yan Yan concerned about company matters. I thought you were oblivious to everything else, only thinking about..."
Shang Rong sensed something was off and quickly said, "Yan Yan, bring me another bowl of chicken soup."
Zhang Yan took the bowl and went to the kitchen suspiciously. Shang Rong said perfunctorily to Zi Hui, "That money won't be wasted. That girl is the daughter of Director Qi Shundong of the Municipal Public Security Bureau. As our business grows, we'll need these people to help us in the future. Don't be so upset."
Zi Hui wanted to argue, but seeing the man still pale as he leaned against the sofa, she fell silent.
Just then, the landline in the room suddenly rang. Zhang Yan, carrying the bowl, happened to walk by and answered it. "
Rong, it's the entertainment center calling, they're looking for you."
Zi Hui stood up and said, "I'll answer it."
She picked up the receiver and asked, "This is Lin Zi Hui, who is this?"
After listening for a while, she brought the phone back to Shang Rong and said, "They really want to talk to you, all mysterious. I wonder what you two are up to."
Shang Rong listened to the phone for a long time, then put it on the coffee table, lit a cigarette, and squinted as he puffed out smoke. The two women exchanged a glance, becoming tense again, all four eyes fixed on the man. Shang Rong looked up and laughed, "You two little devils are always trying to stir things up. Gao Yan and Zhang Ming are having a little tiff, I'm going to mediate."
Zi Hui chuckled, glancing at the man and saying to Zhang Yan, "Our family also doubles as the neighborhood committee."
Shang Rong chuckled, "Stability is crucial for the company's development. Even though I've retired from the business world, I still want to share some of your burdens. Yan Yan, could you drive me home? I can also test your driving skills."
Zi Hui stood up and said, "It's not like it's anything urgent, can't we talk about it tomorrow?"
Taking advantage of Zhang Yan going back to her room to change, Shang Rong grabbed the woman and showered her with kisses until she was almost dizzy before letting her go. "
You have to go to work tomorrow, go to sleep early, don't wait for us. You're the pillar of our family now!"
Shang Rong said, looking at the woman's rosy face.

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