[Urban] Urban Loss of Virginity (Complete) - 19

Chapter 83 Night Like Water (Part 1)
It was the time of day when the city was ablaze with lights and bustling with activity. The entire city resembled a heavily made-up woman, and the ant-like traffic flowed like a tide of desire, surging along the city's body. It was as if everywhere was filled with lewd sounds and waves of flesh. Shang Rong's car moved slowly, like a small boat tossed about in this lewd tide.
"Xiao Ya, what do you want to eat?"
Shang Rong glanced at the girl beside him. She was looking out the window, lost in thought. Shang Rong hadn't completely recovered from Gao Yan's madness; his genitals, where the woman had grabbed him, still ached. This woman had this trick up her sleeve; she was going crazy.
Xiao Ya suddenly felt hungry when she heard the man ask what she wanted to eat. She had been so busy with all that fuss that she hadn't thought about food at all. She turned to look at Shang Rong and whispered, "I want to eat cold noodles."
Shang Rong almost laughed out loud. Why did all women like that? From Zi Hui to Zhang Yan, Qiao Fei, and even Xiao Yu, they all liked that stuff. Perhaps women are naturally deficient in acidic substances. However, Shang Rong genuinely didn't know where to buy liangpi (cold skin noodles). She only knew that the women in her family not only knew where to buy it, but also which stall had the best taste and the most unique flavor.
Shang Rong saw what appeared to be a food street ahead and parked the car at the street corner.
The two got out of the car and walked through the bustling crowd of people browsing the night market. Xiao Ya pointed ahead and said, "Over there."
Shang Rong followed her gaze and indeed saw a liangpi shop, though the storefront was very small; she wondered how the girl had spotted it.
Inside the shop, a plump woman in greasy work clothes was stirring a noodle-like substance in a bowl. Xiao Ya turned and asked, "Do you want some?"
Shang Rong quickly shook her head vigorously. "Boss, one bowl, extra gluten and chili, please."
Watching the girl happily eating her liangpi, Shang Rong wanted to crack a joke to ease the tense atmosphere. “Xiaoya, you can eat so much spicy food, you're bound to be a housekeeper someday.”
Xiaoya looked up at the man and said, “Who do I care about? Do you even care?”
She then lowered her head to eat her cold noodles. However, Shang Rong noticed a slight upturn at the corner of her mouth the moment she lowered her head—a prelude to her laughter. The two left the cold noodle shop. Shang Rong intended to stroll around slowly and find out what had happened between Xiaoya and her father. But looking around, he saw crowds everywhere, and the noise of car horns everywhere. He couldn't find a single quiet place for young men and women to express their affections in this city. No wonder hotels were being built more and more; people no longer had the inclination to flirt in noisy environments, but instead preferred to meet at hotels and get straight to business in the hotel beds. Thinking of hotels, Shang Rong remembered the Hyde Hotel where he had met Sun Xiaoning that day. The botanical garden there was relatively quiet.
The botanical garden was surrounded by an iron fence, outside which was a curved path, undoubtedly used by people strolling around the garden. Shang Rong and Xiao Ya strolled slowly along the path, neither speaking at first, gazing at the botanical garden in the night. Occasionally, one or two people would pass by; the surroundings were serene, as if far removed from the city.
When Shang Rong gently put his arm around Xiao Ya's slender waist, the girl's body trembled slightly, but she didn't resist. Instantly, Shang Rong was enveloped in the girl's delicate fragrance. Was it the scent of a virgin? Shang Rong suddenly thought of Qiao Fei. How reckless he had been that day! He hadn't even savored it properly before hastily consuming it—what a waste! How wonderful it was now, holding a delicate beauty in his arms, inhaling her natural fragrance, witnessing her fleeting shyness and coquettishness, coupled with the hazy night, the endless dreamlike atmosphere, and the fermenting desires of youth. This was one of life's greatest pleasures.
"What happened tonight?"
Shang Rong whispered, almost touching the girl's small ear.
Xiaoya leaned lazily against the man's chest, her eyes half-closed, barely looking where she was going. Her heart pounded wildly, only beating in sync with his. She wondered where he would take her tonight.
Seeing the girl's silent, half-closed eyes, Shang Rong stopped, gently lifting her rounded chin, his gaze questioning her. "I don't want to say,"
the girl's voice was as soft as the night breeze. Shang Rong couldn't bear to ask any further. He turned her to face him, wrapped his arms around her waist, and lowered his head slightly, bringing his lips closer to hers. The girl flinched slightly, then remained still. Their dry lips gently touched, rubbing together softly.
From the moment she was held in the man's arms, Xiaoya felt as if she were drunk, her mind a blur. She only wanted to sink deeper and deeper into his embrace, until she reached the edge of a sweet dream. Xiaoya unconsciously opened her mouth slightly, her rapid breathing unable to keep up with her pounding heart. But the consequences were severe; a large tongue slipped into her mouth at the opportune moment, quickly capturing her smooth, fragrant tongue. It was then forcefully sucked into a large mouth, followed by waves of greedy sucking. Xiaoya let out her first ever moan, driven by desire.
Shang Rong felt he had never experienced such a wonderful kiss before. The soft, hot tongue's flustered movements; the hesitant moans; the slightly trembling, limp body; and the small hands tightening around his neck—all of this aroused boundless tenderness and love in him. This man, who had been with countless women, found unprecedented satisfaction in the lips of a girl with no experience. He pressed his hard erection against the high mound he had once glimpsed, and one large hand slid down to the girl's pert, round buttocks, bringing them towards him to receive his increasingly intense ejaculation, the intensity and ecstasy similar to when he ejaculated in front of the computer screen during a stock market surge.
When their lips reluctantly parted, Xiaoya was limp and powerless, clinging to the man, panting heavily. Shang Rong looked at the girl, her eyes closed and nearly unconscious, and gently bit her ear a few times, whispering, "You little vixen,"
which elicited a few protesting hums from the girl.
In the lobby of the Hyde Hotel, Xiaoya sat shyly on a sofa, watching the man check in at the front desk. Although she had just been intimate with the man, her intuition told her what his rapid thrusts and throbbing meant, and her lower body was now cool and aroused. But all of this seemed less thrilling than watching the man check into the hotel. She knew what was about to happen in that room. He was determined. There was no escaping it tonight. He would find out her secret too. Would he laugh at her? Oh God, would it hurt? Just now… his… it was so big… Xiaoya dared not think any further, her heart pounding wildly as she watched the man approach.
Unexpectedly, something unforeseen happened while they were in the elevator. When the doors opened, a tall, bear-like man emerged, his arm around a beautiful woman. The man stared at Shang Rong, startled, and Shang Rong recognized them immediately—it was Feng Yangge and Luo Na from the Taiji Group.
“Oh my! What a coincidence! Isn’t this President Shang?”
Luo Na spoke first, her eyes darting over Xiaoya.
Shang Rong felt a wave of embarrassment. His grip on Xiao Ya loosened slightly, and he forced a dry laugh, saying, "Oh, it's you two. What a coincidence."
At this moment, Feng Yangge chuckled and said, "We're meeting a friend here. Mr. Shang, what brings you here…"
Feng Yangge's real intention was for Shang Rong to introduce Xiao Ya, because the girl was truly stunning. But Shang Rong had no such intention, and chuckled awkwardly, saying, "Same here…"
Just as the elevator doors were about to close, Shang Rong pulled Xiao Ya towards the elevator, waving to the two of them as he said, "Let's have tea sometime!"
Watching their figures disappear into the elevator, Luo Na muttered to herself, "That girl looks so familiar."
Feng Yangge licked his lips, then slapped the woman's plump buttocks, saying, "You're all in the same boat, of course you'll recognize each other."
Luo Na pinched Feng Yangge's thick waist hard.

Chapter 84 Night Like Water (Part 2)
Shang Rong sat in a chair by the bed in the room, smoking. Although he was a seasoned veteran, he felt a sudden unease. So far, he had never had sex with a woman in a hotel. From the moment they entered the room, the two hadn't spoken a word. In the dim light, the room was filled with an ambiguous atmosphere. Xiao Ya didn't even dare to look him in the eye; her eyes were like those of a frightened fawn, and she would look away in panic whenever her gaze met his. Especially the large bed, the snow-white sheets seemed to hint at the shameful scene to come. Xiao Ya couldn't bear the naked silence before the storm. She excused herself to go to the bathroom, hoping that a shower would relax her tense nerves.
The sound of running water came from the bathroom; the girl was already showering. Naked body. Alluring breasts. Round, fragrant buttocks. And that high... Shang Rong seemed to see everything alluring through the smoke before his eyes; the desire that had just erupted outside was brewing and fermenting again. He stood up and walked to the window, opening it. The night was as still as water, and desire surged like a tide. Shang Rong let the evening breeze caress his burning face. The scattered lights seemed like countless pairs of eyes, coldly watching him. In those eyes were Zi Hui, Zhang Yan, Xiao Yu, Gao Yan, and Qiao Fei, conveying different meanings: anger, shame, contempt, pity, and ridicule. For a moment, Shang Rong fell into a hallucination. Gao Yan's words echoed in his ears again: "Please, fuck her right here... right on my bed... I want to see her bleed..."
Everyone's gone mad. In this world, everyone lives in madness, madly venting, madly possessing, madly degenerating, and you are a typical example.
With a slam, Shang Rong slammed the window shut, then quickly drew the curtains shut before turning around. He was surprised to find Xiao Ya already lying on the bed, her hair wet, her face flushed, the thin sheet on her chest heaving, and her bright, dark eyes fixed on him.
Shang Rong stared into those innocent eyes for a moment. This time, the girl didn't look away, only her intoxication deepened. Shang Rong didn't speak. He went to the bathroom, grabbed a hairdryer, and came to the bedside. He reached out and patted the girl's head a few times, saying casually, "I'll dry your hair for you."
Amidst the whirring of the hairdryer, Xiao Ya tilted her head obediently as the man worked on her hair, occasionally glancing at him intently, a slight smile playing on her lips.
"Xiao Ya, I haven't asked you yet, how's the company's business going?"
Shang Rong asked seemingly casually.
Xiaoya clearly hadn't expected the man to ask such a question at this moment. He was so strange tonight. Just now, outside, he looked like he wanted to devour her whole, but now he was doing all sorts of inappropriate things and saying all sorts of nonsensical things. "Oh, a few business deals, not bad. Didn't Sister Xiaoyan tell you?"
Shang Rong dried the girl's hair, ruffled it a few times with one hand, and said with a smile, "Your hair is so beautiful."
Then he put the hairdryer on the coffee table, leaned against the bed, and lay almost side by side with the girl.
Xiaoya didn't say anything. She was completely confused by the man tonight. Seeing him doing this and that, she didn't know what he was up to. Logically, he should be... A flush rose to the girl's cheeks again.
"From now on, your Sister Xiaoyan won't be involved in your finances anymore,"
Shang Rong said thoughtfully, his eyes catching a glimpse of dazzling white under the covers. She had actually taken off her bath towel. This little vixen! "I wonder if she's wearing underwear...that high bulge...good heavens..." Shang Rong let out a deep breath and continued, "You can't always rely on others; you have to learn to manage the company yourself."
He paused, noticing the girl staring intently at him, and instead closed his eyes slightly, slowly saying, "You can't always see yourself as a model. You're a manager now. Those rehearsals, model selections, and other miscellaneous tasks can be left to others. You just need to...in short, you need to learn to be a manager, not just a participant in the specific business operations. Do you understand what I mean?"
He then looked at the girl.
Xiao Ya's mood gradually relaxed, and one of her long, slender, snow-white arms pulled out a blanket. Her smooth, delicate arm resembled a blooming flower. Shang Rong's eyes were instantly burned, and he quickly and laboriously looked away.
"But I have no experience...I only know a little about the business, especially finance..."
The girl's voice had a hint of coquettishness.
Shang Rong adjusted his posture, crossing his legs, as the pressure from his crotch made him uncomfortable. “Nobody’s born knowing everything. By the way, I’d like to send someone over to manage your finances. She graduated with a degree in accounting.”
He looked at the girl and smiled, “Actually, you’ve known her for a while now…”
“It’s Qiao Fei…”
the girl interrupted before Shang Rong could finish, her voice filled with excitement. Shang Rong smiled and nodded, deliberately saying, “What? You’re not happy about that?”
“Great…we’ve known each other privately for a long time…”
The girl was perhaps too excited, and she sat up halfway, the blanket slipping down, revealing a pair of breasts that had never been seen before, jumping merrily into Shang Rong’s eyes. By the time the girl realized her lapse in composure, the man had already pulled her naked upper body into his arms.
Xiao Ya screamed, trembling in the man’s arms, feeling her full breasts pressed tightly against his, waves of heat burning her skin. It was about to begin. So sudden… This scoundrel always attacks suddenly… Be gentle… Just please be gentle…
Xiaoya curled up in Shang Rong’s arms, waiting breathlessly as if a storm was about to break. Strangely, the man made no further move, but she could feel his heart pounding just as hard as hers, their hearts so close together. She secretly looked up and saw the man staring intently at her, that familiar wicked smile on his face. Xiaoya felt even more ashamed, let out a soft gasp, and dared not look up again.

Chapter 85 Night Like Water (Part 2)
If it were according to Shang Rong’s usual nature, the girl would have already been ravaged several times over. But tonight, he was determined to reform, overcome his wolfish nature, and embrace humanity, to let the girl in his arms truly experience happiness, at least to give her a sense of belonging, and not just be a man’s plaything or some easy continuation.
“Xiaoya,”
Shang Rong whispered in the girl’s ear. Xiaoya shifted slightly in his arms in response. Shang Rong gently pinched the girl's earlobe and whispered, "Don't stay there anymore. I have two empty houses, one Zhang Yan used to live in, and the other the one Zi Hui and I used to live in. Zhang Yan's house is unlucky, so you can move into the one I used to live in. It's spacious enough, and I've already had it renovated."
Xiao Ya was overjoyed to hear Shang Rong's words. So he had planned this all along, even renovating the house. It seemed he had been plotting against her for a long time... "Why should I live in your house..."
Xiao Ya muttered softly, her face flushed.
Shang Rong lifted the girl's chin and said in a deep voice, "Because from now on you are under my control."
Xiao Ya and the man gazed at each other, her heart trembling with a delicate flutter. To Xiao Ya, the man's words were tantamount to saying, "From now on you are my woman."
If the man were to take her body right now, she would surely be as docile as a little lamb.
"Silly girl, tonight isn't our wedding night."
Looking at the girl's hazy eyes and the alternating expressions of shyness and fear, Shang Rong chuckled. "How could I bear to take your virginity in a strange place..."
Seeing that the man was serious, Xiaoya's heart, which had been pounding with anxiety, gradually calmed down, replaced by a sweet feeling. She couldn't help but quickly kiss his cheek, then nestled into his arms as if it were the harbor she would spend her life in.
"Forget about the wedding night, but you've seduced your man like this today, so you have to pay a little price..."
Shang Rong's words had barely finished when the girl's relaxed nerves tightened again. She timidly asked, "What do you want... I..."
"Let me touch your little 'pouch' down there..." Before
Shang Rong could finish speaking, his hand had already reached its destination. Xiaoya
cried out, "Ah!" and grabbed the man's wicked hand, pressing it tightly there. She gasped, thinking, "What kind of man is this... why did he suddenly get to that...? Didn't we have proper steps...? We haven't even... already... how embarrassing! He won't laugh at me there... oh my god... he saw me that day, and today he finally touched me... how is this any different from the wedding night...?"
Shang Rong, of course, had no idea ... The girl's mind was racing with thoughts of love and pleasure. One hand was pinned down by another girl, unable to fully experience the sensations. So, she whispered in the girl's ear, "I won't look, just touch, I promise I'll be gentle..."
At the man's gentle pleading, Xiaoya's heart softened. She figured she'd have to sooner or later anyway... She slowly released her hand, whispering breathlessly in the man's ear, "You...you don't need to laugh at me...that's my secret..."
Shang Rong was extremely tender with the girl, teasing her several times, but relying solely on his hand, without the aid of his eyes, he couldn't fully grasp the pleasure. Unfortunately, he couldn't go back on his promise, so he reluctantly withdrew his hand, then hugged the girl, pecking at her like a woodpecker.
Xiaoya let out a long breath, giving the man a slightly resentful look, and said coquettishly, "Satisfied now...you rogue..."
Then she hid in the man's arms. Shang Rong chuckled dryly, pulling the girl closer, wanting to continue his verbal sparring, he teased, "You say that's your secret? I don't believe it..."
Xiao Ya looked up in surprise, "What do you mean? Do you doubt me...?"
Seeing that the girl had misunderstood him, Shang Rong quickly explained, "I mean your girlfriend, and your mother must have seen it, right?"
Hearing the man say this, Xiao Ya realized she had misunderstood, and said shyly, "I'm usually very careful... I haven't bathed with anyone since I was fifteen..."
Shang Rong then tenderly stroked the girl's hair, saying, "Silly girl, women's...things are all different in this world, who dares to say they're the real deal?"
The girl found the man's words amusing, and playfully hit him, then heard the man continue, "I think no woman can..." "The secret there will remain hidden forever, unless she never gets married."
Xiaoya retorted, "That's not necessarily true. As long as she doesn't... do anything reckless, and only her husband knows, it's still a secret."
Shang Rong laughed, "Silly girl, let me give you an example. For instance, a girl has a red mole on her private parts. This is a secret to her and her parents, because no parent would publicly reveal their daughter's private parts. However, after she gets married, another person will know this secret. Of course, the husband can generally keep this secret. It would be too much of a loss for his wife to tell others about her private parts, and he would also be called an idiot. So, so far, this secret seems to be able to be kept. Even if she has children and they see it while bathing together, as long as the children are of sound mind, they will definitely not go out and tell anyone." Unfortunately, one day, the woman had an affair, and her lover saw everything. Unlike a husband, a lover only needs physical and psychological satisfaction. So, after satisfying his physical needs in bed with his mistress, he would, in the heat of the moment at a drinking party, say, "I got so-and-so into bed," to satisfy his psychological needs. Some drinking buddies would feign doubt, and in a moment of panic, the man would swear an oath, but his buddies would shake their heads. So, the man, without thinking, would describe the mistress's private parts as proof. At this point, the secret was out of control. One of the men who had been drinking with her would come home that night and, lecherously, spread his wife's legs to search her. His wife would scold him, "It's so ugly! What's there to see? Haven't you seen enough?" So, the husband would whisper in his wife's ear, "So-and-so's wife has a…" Thus, the red mole is like a giant billboard on the street, widely publicized and known to all.
Listening to the man's vivid and lengthy speech, the girl had already laughed and fallen into his arms, even forgetting her shame, letting her little white rabbits bounce happily on the man's body. It wasn't until she couldn't hear the man's voice for a long time that she looked over in surprise, only to see the man staring at her chest with drool almost dripping from his eyes. So Xiaoya rolled back into the man's arms, nagging, "You bad boy, you bad boy... peeping at me..."
Shang Rong quickly restrained the girl who kept twisting, panting, "If you twist again, I'll punish you right here and now... Come here... let me touch you again..."
After a long time, the girl let out a soft, coquettish sound, her little bottom twisting restlessly, the blush on her face spreading to her chest, her little hands tightly gripping the soft flesh of the man's waist. Shang Rong felt like he was suffocating. He suddenly pulled his hand away, jumped out of bed, and stood in front of the bed, staring at the girl who was panting with her mouth open. He said fiercely, "I'm going to take a shower."
Xiao Ya's gaze fell on the bulge in the man's crotch. It was wet. Of course, she knew what that meant, because she had already experienced it once at the botanical garden. Looking at the man's disheveled appearance, Xiao Ya covered her burning cheeks with her hands and said in a proud, coquettish voice, "Did you wet your pants...?"
Shang Rong covered his crotch with one hand and retreated towards the bathroom, cursing angrily, "You little vixen..." Chapter 86 Inside News
Although the air conditioning was on in the car, Shang Rong still felt hot. Damn place! Shang Rong couldn't help but curse. This godforsaken place didn't even have a shady parking spot. It was empty all around, and all the cars were exposed to the scorching August sun. There was a small ice cream shop in the distance. Shang Rong wanted to buy a cold drink to cool off in the heat, but he was afraid of missing Lao Yang. He really didn't know why Lao Yang had asked him to meet in this godforsaken place. Couldn't they have at least gotten a room at a hotel? Was he afraid someone would recognize him? Just then, he saw Lao Yang emerge from around the corner of a building. He looked much the same as when they met at the Hyde Hotel, except he wasn't wearing a suit and had changed into a light-colored short-sleeved shirt. His bald head gleamed brightly in the blazing sun. He was moving his obese body with difficulty, looking around. Shang Rong honked his car horn a few times, and Lao Yang saw him. Sun Xiaoning's initial intention in introducing Lao Yang to Shang Rong, as Lao Yang himself had said that day, was to get closer. The implication was left for Shang Rong to figure out; he was a shrewd man. Although it seemed Lao Yang had to obey Sun Xiaoning, it was unlikely Lao Yang would take the initiative to approach him unless Sun Xiaoning made it clear to Lao Yang, which Shang Rong knew was impossible. Therefore, the day before yesterday, Shang Rong specifically invited Lao Yang to dinner. Unexpectedly, Lao Yang agreed to meet but refused to eat, saying he wasn't interested in food. Shang Rong didn't force him, knowing these people acted differently from ordinary people. So, they agreed to tea. Lao Yang still wasn't interested, and in the end, Shang Rong left him waiting in this awful place for twenty minutes. Old Yang awkwardly squeezed his obese body into the car, panting heavily. Shang Rong wondered if he had asthma, but he dared not underestimate this fat man. Although he still didn't know what Old Yang did for a living, or even his name, he knew that Sun Xiaoning wouldn't introduce a good-for-nothing to him for no reason. Shang Rong sat there silently, waiting for Old Yang to point him in the right direction. "There's a construction site over there. Drive the car there," Old Yang said, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

It was supposed to be a construction site, but there wasn't a soul in sight. Who would work outdoors in this blazing sun? Luckily, there was a shady spot where they could park. Shang Rong turned off the engine. He took out a pack of cigarettes, pulled one out, and handed it to Old Yang. He knew Old Yang was interested in cigarettes, and
sure enough, Old Yang took it, lit it, took a deep drag, and said, "It's too hot today. When it's hot, people are prone to doing stupid things." Shang Rong was baffled and couldn't react for a moment, so he could only listen intently. Old Yang took another drag before continuing slowly, "I heard that someone put up a marriage advertisement for an elderly man with dementia in the newspaper. The marriage has already been accepted, but the advertisement is still active. Isn't that stupid?"
Shang Rong's heart pounded. How did he know? There was only one explanation: they had a friend there. "It is indeed stupid, but the person who put up the advertisement probably left that phone number so that a more suitable person might come along later,"
Shang Rong explained nervously.
“Then someone will report you to the police station, saying you published a false marriage advertisement. The police can easily find the person who placed the advertisement using some tricks, and of course, they can also find those who made the calls. If necessary, they can even record the conversation.”
Shang Rong’s head was about to explode. He clearly remembered a conversation he had with Zheng Gang. If Qi Shundong got hold of the recording, he could arrest him immediately.
“Do you have any helpers in your business?”
Old Yang changed the subject and asked again, seemingly out of place.
“A few.”
“Are they reliable?”
Shang Rong found it difficult to answer. Were those four people reliable? He was somewhat confident in Zhang Ming, but he had almost no contact with the other three, and frankly, he didn’t know them at all. “One of them is relatively reliable.”
Old Yang said as if to himself, “You businessmen always like to use money to buy people’s hearts, but that’s not necessarily reliable.”
He glanced at his watch and continued, “I’m going on a long trip soon. If you need anything, you can call this number.”
He handed Shang Rong a slip of paper. "Of course, I don't need to remind you not to use the home phone or your own cell phone, do I?"
He then opened the car door to get out. Shang Rong said, "Where are you going? I'll take you."
Old Yang waved his hand. "No need, I need to lose weight."
After walking a few steps, he turned back and said, "Your friend's time won't be long. Before long, his picture will be plastered all over the country." He
then swayed away.
Watching Old Yang's obese back, Shang Rong sat blankly in the car, not moving. Old Yang's words still hadn't fully processed; this bastard's evasive words seemed to be deliberately trying to confuse him. A marriage advertisement. How did Qi Shundong know? It's unbelievable. There must be some hidden meaning. Otherwise, even if you put that newspaper in front of Qi, he might not be able to figure it out. Wait. Only Zheng Gang knows about this, and only Zhang Ming knows the inside story on his side. Zhang Ming would never tell anyone else; he was confident of that. That leaves only one possibility: Zheng Gang accidentally leaked it. That woman? Impossible. If Qi Shundong had caught that woman, Zheng Gang would have been arrested long ago. It was Jin Sheng! Jin Sheng knew this phone number. But he was already…
Thinking of Jin Sheng, Shang Rong's hair stood on end, and he couldn't help but shiver in the sweltering heat of midsummer. Did he crawl out of his grave to plead his case to Qi Shundong, or did that old dog Qi Shundong know psychic powers and communicate with the dead? Shang Rong couldn't help but laugh at these absurd thoughts. Damn it.
He cursed himself fiercely. Suddenly, a flash of inspiration seemed to appear in his mind. Jin Sheng was dead, but not everyone who knew Jin Sheng was dead. The police had a method called screening; everyone Zheng Gang knew must have been screened, and then they found that everyone else was normal, except for Jin Sheng, because he was missing…
A mocking smile appeared on Shang Rong's lips. Qi Shundong was probably busy looking for Jin Sheng right now. No trace of him, neither alive nor dead. This is what you taught me; you can keep messing around.
"Oh right, it seems Zheng Gang is about to be wanted nationwide. Time waits for no one, and I don't have much time left to clean up this mess. Also, from now on, that phone number is permanently disconnected, and that senile old man is marrying his mother's wife..."
An hour later, Shang Rong left the construction site, which was deserted.

Chapter 87 Midnight Horror
It was already past 11 p.m. Although the air conditioner was on, Shang Rong still felt hot. He stripped naked and leaned against the bed, smoking. A towel covered his crotch, revealing a noticeable bulge in the middle, quite substantial in both height and size. At this moment, while waiting for Zi Hui, he was plotting in his mind how to quickly launder the money. Thanks to the guarantee of the Russian Feng Yangge, 50 million yuan had already seen the light of day, but this speed was still too slow. Fortunately, the financial expert introduced by Sun Xiaoning would arrive the day after tomorrow. Sun Xiaoning said it was a woman, but he wondered what kind of person she was.
"What are you thinking about again?"
Zi Hui walked in and asked, seeing the man deep in thought.
"Is the little one asleep?"
Shang Rong stared at Zi Hui's alluring body beneath her thin nightgown, the bulge under the blanket swelling like a balloon. "I think starting tomorrow, don't let her call you 'sister,' just call her 'Mom.'"
Zi Hui caught a glimpse of the man's erection, her heart fluttering, a hint of smugness in her eyes. Although the man had other women, she was still confident she could keep him entertained. Ignoring his teasing, she didn't get into bed, but deliberately swayed her full, round hips to the window and pulled back the curtains that had already been drawn. Then she turned around, crossed her arms over her chest, pressing her breasts together, and looked at the man on the bed with a seductive expression, saying, "What? You're not jealous of the little one, are you?"
Shang Rong felt a burning desire at his ex-wife's seductive appearance, wanting nothing more than to rush forward, grab her, and ravage her. However, he had things to say, so he had to hold back for now. "Come here, I have something to say to you."
"What is it? I'm listening."
Zi Hui saw through the man's trick and said in a deliberately coquettish voice.
Shang Rong gritted his teeth in anger, stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray, and put his hands behind his head, saying, "Have you audited the finances of the hotel and entertainment center recently?"
Seeing that the man was really going to talk business, Zi Hui walked over and sat diagonally on the edge of the bed, propping one leg up on the bed. The hem of her pajamas slipped down, revealing a section of her white thigh. She noticed the man's gaze immediately fixed on her,
but pretended not to care, saying, "I've been working non-stop lately and haven't had time. And you, at this crucial moment, transferred Fei'er away. I wonder if that expert you found is even useful." For some reason, Shang Rong sighed, reaching for another cigarette. Zi Hui quickly snatched it away, scolding, "Never stop! The bedroom smells awful."
To appease the man, Zi Hui took advantage of the act of putting the cigarette back and leaned against his chest, tracing circles on his chest with one slender finger. "Why are you sighing? The hotel and entertainment center are doing fine."
"Nothing's wrong right now?"
As he spoke, he lifted one of the woman's plump, white legs and placed it on the mound of flesh below him, and the woman rubbed against it gently. "Do you know why I stopped letting Gao Yan manage Xiao Ya's finances?"
"We shouldn't have let her interfere with the finances in the first place. I just felt there was something sinister about her. If you hadn't kept saying she was contributing to the company, I... Hey... Be gentle..."
It turned out that Shang Rong had already slipped his hand inside her pajamas.
"I don't know if your intuition is right, but I have a feeling..."
Shang Rong grabbed and kneaded a soft mound of flesh on Zi Hui's chest, while his other hand casually caressed the woman's buttocks.
Zi Hui loosened the straps of her nightgown, wriggling in response to the man's caresses. "What a premonition... ah..."
"Lately, I've been feeling like she's not on our side... like you said, it's a bit eerie."
At this moment, Zi Hui had already pulled back the towel covering the man, revealing his erection, throbbing like a flagpole. Zi Hui let out a soft gasp and reached out to grab it.
"So, I'm asking you to take some time to audit the finances over there..."
Shang Rong's breathing became rapid. "What I mean is, I'm planning to have Gao Yan step down from financial management... and have her come to your company as vice president... to handle administrative matters... anyway, Renjie is yours..."
Before he could finish speaking, Zi Hui climbed onto the man's body, her hips undulating back and forth, and Shang Rong's extra member disappeared. Zi Hui lay sprawled on top of the man, swaying and panting, saying, "Why do you have to...put it in me... I don't want it... you can keep it with you all the time..."
A sharp slap echoed as the man struck her white buttocks. "What do you mean 'put it in you'? Where else would I put it if not you..."
Shang Rong said, gripping her waist and thrusting repeatedly. Zi Hui bit her lip hard, trying to suppress a moan, but ultimately managed to let out a soft groan. After being thrust into over a hundred times, Zi Hui's buttocks pressed tightly against the man's lower abdomen, rubbing desperately a few times, trembling all over as she kissed his lips, whimpering as she collapsed.
"There's one thing you need to understand..."
Shang Rong continued the previous topic after a short rest, "I didn't let Gao Yan manage the finances because she's not suited for the job, nothing else explains it..."
Zi Hui, still panting in the man's arms, hummed, "Okay... don't worry... I'll treat her like my grandmother..."
Shang Rong lifted the woman's chin, looking at her and said, "Hui Hui, we've been married for so many years, you know that even if I'm ruthless, I won't betray those who have helped me. Yang Jun betrayed me, but why didn't I dump him? Because he helped me. No matter what, I will treat Gao Yan well."
Zi Hui kissed the man's cheek and said coquettishly, "Rong, don't say these things anymore... hold me and rest for a while... I... I'll make you feel good..."
Shang Rong held the woman's head and kissed her for a while. "Baby, how are you going to make your husband feel good?"
Zi Hui whispered shyly in the man's ear, "Today I'm going to...take you...into my belly."
After a moment of shyness in his arms, she slowly kissed her way down his chest. Shang Rong closed his eyes, feeling the woman's lips move. Just as he was about to reach his goal, suddenly, a piercing phone rang urgently.
Zi Hui looked up, and the two exchanged a glance. Shang Rong gestured with his chin for the woman to answer the phone. Zi Hui sat naked on the bed and picked up the receiver.
"Hello, it's me. What time?"
Zi Hui turned to look at Shang Rong. "Where's Vice President Zhang? Okay, I understand."
After hanging up the phone, Zi Hui stood up and said to the man, "The entertainment center has been shut down, and more than a dozen girls have been arrested. Yang Jun has also been taken away. Just now, Manager Sun from the dance hall called, saying that he couldn't find Zhang Ming anywhere. I have to go check on him."
Shang Rong pulled the woman back into his arms and said, "What's the big deal? Does it require you, the general manager, to get involved? Let Zhang Ming and the others handle it. In this line of work, there will be many more cases like this in the future. Yang Jun and the others will get used to it after a few times. Don't worry."
Saying this, he sat up and said to the woman, "Let's continue."
Zi Hui said coquettishly, "You're so calm... I'm losing my mind..."
She had only said half of what she wanted to say when her mouth was stuffed with food. Shang Rong tilted his head back, closed his eyes, and let out a wolf howl. Before his howl had even finished, another phone rang, but this time it was Shang Rong's cell phone, and the voice sounded even more urgent than the previous one.
Zi Hui looked up and met the man's gaze again, a trace of saliva still clinging to her lips. She then let out a soft snort, rolled onto the bed, and whined, "Ugh... I said I'm not interested... Don't think about it again..." She
then covered her burning face with a towel.
Shang Rong helplessly got up to answer the phone, muttering to himself, clearly seething with anger. But after hearing just two sentences from the other person, his anger vanished without a trace, replaced by an unprecedented fear.

Chapter 88 Bloodshed Reappears
Zhao Zhigang was a local, thirty-three years old this year. He was an artilleryman when he was in the army. He met Zhang Ming during basic training. Because Zhang Ming was a soldier from the countryside, introverted and not fond of making friends, while Zhao Zhigang was from the city, outgoing and cheerful, Zhang Ming and Zhao Zhigang were best friends during basic training. Later, Zhang Ming was assigned to the Armed Police Force. Because of his calm, steady, and capable nature, he became a company commander upon his demobilization. Zhao Zhigang, on the other hand, was outspoken and often offended people. Lacking any powerful connections, he achieved nothing except for the nickname "Shooting Wolf" due to his excellent marksmanship, and thus retired as a deputy squad leader. After his discharge, Zhao Zhigang tried many jobs, but unfortunately, he lacked any marketable skills and had to change jobs after only a few days. His parents were both ordinary workers, and he had a younger brother in university and a younger sister in middle school; the family struggled to make ends meet. Several years after his discharge, he still hadn't found a wife. Zhao Zhigang was deeply distressed and often drowned his sorrows in alcohol.
It was at this time, at a reunion of his former comrades, that Zhao Zhigang unexpectedly ran into Zhang Ming. Zhang Ming was now employed by Shang Rong and was recruiting men for him. To be honest, although Zhang Ming thought Zhao Zhigang was a good person, he hesitated to recruit him for something big because he knew Zhao Zhigang was rather undisciplined and lacked organizational skills. However, after drinking with Zhao Zhigang a few times and seeing his former comrade in such a sorry state, he couldn't bear it and had no other way to help him, so he steeled himself and introduced him to Shang Rong. But he never expected his worries to come true so quickly. When Jin Sheng, the "
deadbeat," was taken to the suburban "villa" by the map and pangolin, Zhao Zhigang, the "Shooting Wolf," thoroughly checked all of Jin Sheng's belongings. A bank card Jin Sheng carried naturally caught his attention. He knew that this guy had recently extorted 100,000 yuan from his boss; could it be deposited in this card? He secretly put the bank card in his pocket without telling anyone. That night, when Zhao Zhigang was guarding Jin Sheng, he used a little trickery, and Jin Sheng told him the password, saying he had only withdrawn five thousand yuan. Zhao Zhigang was excited, but when he learned that there was actually more than ninety thousand yuan on the card, greed finally prevailed.
Later, in handling Jin Sheng's funeral arrangements, Zhao Zhigang was the most proactive, because only after Jin Sheng's death could the money rightfully belong to him.
Zhao Zhigang wasn't a reckless person. Although the savings card was as attractive as a magnet, he knew he absolutely couldn't touch the money right now, especially since he was carrying a murder charge and couldn't act rashly. Besides, his boss gave them a considerable commission every month, and they were much better off than before.
After Zhao Zhigang started working at the entertainment center, he had some money and his appearance improved. He often rode in the company car ostentatiously, which broadened his social circle. Soon, he met a 28-year-old woman who drove a company car. After dating for a while, they felt a connection, and one night while Zhao Zhigang was working the night shift, he slept with her in a private room at the entertainment center. Once was enough, and then again. But one time, perhaps due to inadequate protection, his ejaculate had a chemical reaction inside her. When the woman told him this, Zhao Zhigang was briefly excited. After all, he was already over thirty, and his peers all had sons running around; he was clearly outdated. However, his excitement didn't last long. The reality was stark: marriage required money. The woman had already said that if they couldn't get married, she would go to the People's Hospital. Beset by internal and external troubles, Zhao Zhigang naturally thought of his savings card. Also on his mind was the ATM at the small savings bank he passed every day on his way to work; the security camera there had been tampered with by someone.
A few nights later, Zhao Zhigang got up at two in the morning, hopped on his two old bicycles, and set off like a ghost… As the cash dispenser spewed out money, Zhao Zhigang was quite pleased. He calculated in his mind that if he withdrew five thousand every day, it would be fifty thousand in ten days, and it would take about twenty days to withdraw it all. If he withdrew every two days… Damn it, who was so heartless as to stipulate that he could only withdraw five thousand a day?
When Chen Guodong, the head of the Major Crimes Unit, received the notification from the bank, he immediately led his team to a savings bank near the lumber mill on Ergong Road. It was a very small savings bank, mainly serving the residents of the nearby community, but despite its small size, there was an ATM at the entrance.
A security guard at the branch who arrived earlier explained, "The money was withdrawn at 2:20 AM last night. It was the full amount of 5,000 yuan, the first withdrawal since the surveillance cameras were put on. Our staff reported it immediately this morning."
Chen Guodong didn't want to hear any more nonsense and anxiously asked, "Where's the video footage? Did it capture the person withdrawing the money?"
The bank staff fell silent for a moment, and Chen Guodong sensed something was wrong. Then, the thin, mummy-like savings branch manager stammered, "Our cameras here... they're all broken... broken for over half a month..."
Chen Guodong didn't want to hear any more; he was afraid he would lose control of his rage. He turned to the bank's security guard and shouted, "How many of your bank's ATMs in the city currently have malfunctioning cameras? I need detailed information, just the addresses of those ATMs that aren't recording."
After a moment's thought, he added, "Including ATMs you have business dealings with. The sooner the better."
Then he turned to leave, but turned back at the door and said, "No repairs allowed, just leave it broken."
The bank security guard watched the group walk away, spat on the ground, and cursed, "What a bunch of bastards... damn it..."
For many nights, Zhao Zhigang lingered in front of ATMs, first observing them from a distance, then slowly approaching like a hunter. Unfortunately, the menacing cameras on the ATMs were like the eyes of a policeman, vigilantly watching everything around them. Zhao Zhigang thought that if he were caught on camera, no matter how long it took, once Jin Sheng's case came to light, he would be caught in the net of justice. At the same time, he harbored a glimmer of hope, thinking that even if Jin Sheng's case came to light, the police might not know that Jin Sheng had a bank card. After all, Jin Sheng was penniless; who would expect him to possess such a large sum of money? If all else failed, he could withdraw money a few more times from the ATM at the lumber mill
. The ATM's security camera hadn't been installed yet. As long as he withdrew another 30,000 yuan to cover the wedding expenses, he could withdraw the rest later; he wouldn't be able to escape anyway. That day, it happened to be She Tianlang's turn to be on duty. He had arranged for the woman to come to the entertainment center after midnight, but unexpectedly, around 11 PM, more than a dozen police officers from the branch office stormed into the entertainment center's dance hall like wolves. All the women singing in the same private room as the men were taken to the main hall, and then a piece of paper was given to Yang Jun, which he signed before being taken away along with the women.
Zhao Zhigang originally wanted to go out and talk to the police, but Zhang Ming stopped him. Zhang Ming didn't allow them to see the police. Zhao Zhigang thought that his boss was all-powerful and that this kind of thing could be settled with a few bucks, so he didn't take it to heart. Around midnight, seeing that all the customers had left, Zhang Ming said to Zhao Zhigang, "You don't need to work tonight. It looks like we might not be able to open tomorrow. Go home and wait for my call."
Zhao Zhigang left the entertainment center and called the woman, telling her that something had happened at the center and asking her not to come. The woman then asked about the wedding preparations again. Zhao Zhigang was annoyed and yelled a few words into the phone before hanging up. "
Damn it! Begging for food while guarding a small fortune, what a joke! I don't believe the police have three heads and six arms, or can predict the future." Muttering curses, he rode his bicycle home.
It was nearly one o'clock at night when Zhao Zhigang arrived at the savings bank near the lumber mill. While some people were still enjoying the cool evening air and a few night owls in the city's bustling areas, this secluded place was practically deserted.
Zhao Zhigang parked his bicycle at the corner of a building about twenty meters from the ATM and peered towards the savings bank for several minutes. Under the streetlights, the ATM stood there forlornly, like an aging prostitute, its faint light from the window seeming to beckon passersby with a helpless plea. Everything seemed normal, yet Zhao Zhigang's heart was pounding—a true case of a guilty conscience. He sneered inwardly, touching the dagger in his pocket. It was a souvenir he'd brought back from the army, which he'd occasionally take out to play with and practice his skills on. Now, as a security guard at the entertainment center (not an ordinary security guard, of course; he didn't wear a uniform and rarely appeared in public, supposedly an internal security guard), he was always carrying a knife. Touching the knife now wasn't out of fear of danger, but subconsciously to bolster his courage.
Taking a deep breath, Zhao Zhigang strode towards the ATM, the debit card already in his hand. Insert the card; enter the PIN; enter the amount; Zhao Zhigang completed the process in one smooth motion. Only while waiting for the cash to dispense... The long wait felt agonizingly long. Finally, the old ATM emitted a hoarse clicking sound before cheerfully dispensing bills. As soon as the last hundred-yuan note appeared, Zhao Zhigang grabbed it, quickly stuffing it into his pocket while simultaneously taking a step back with his right leg—a standard fighting move. But She Tianlang only completed half of it when he heard the bank's gate on his left crash open. The sound was jarring in the quiet night, but to She Tianlang it was like a bolt from the blue.
The bank teller on duty? The adulterous couple finishing their midnight tryst? The police? An ambush… a series of… The thought of fleeing flashed through She Tianlang's mind, but it didn't hinder his swift, arrow-like movement. Leaving this place was his only thought, regardless of who it was.
She Tianlang moved incredibly fast, faster than most people could imagine. But when he was still about ten meters from where he had parked his bicycle, he clearly heard footsteps behind him, followed by a loud shout: "Stop! We're the police..."
Only then did She Tianlang realize that things hadn't unfolded as he had imagined, but exactly as he had feared. But this didn't diminish his fighting spirit. He didn't even glance back, but... Using his hearing to judge the distance of his pursuers, he heard panting behind him. These days, police are pampered; they're panting like this after only a few steps. They can't catch me. There's no way to outflank me from here. Once I get past that corner, there are alleyways there; no matter how many of them there are…
Just as She Tianlang was about to turn the corner of that building, another loud shout rang out, “Stop! If you don't stop, I'll shoot…”
She Tianlang felt the voice was too close this time. As he turned the corner, he glanced back and saw a man in a white shirt, his face and age indiscernible, pouncing towards him like a hungry tiger.
"Fuck you! Shoot? I'll send you to your grave first!" Enraged, She Tianlang leaned against the wall, his right hand swiftly drawing a dagger from his pocket. Without hesitation, acting on pure instinct, he stabbed forward. A bloodcurdling scream echoed, sending chills down everyone's spine. She Tianlang had already darted into a nearby alley and disappeared into the night. Even from afar, the screams and commotion could still be heard…
An hour later, She Tianlang hid in a secluded spot near the train station, drenched in sweat. His hands trembled as he spoke haltingly to Zhang Ming over the phone…

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