Urban Shen Lang (Complete) - 24

Chapter 202 Inviting a Wolf into
the House The sky grew somewhat gloomy, and the few stars that had been visible earlier seemed to have vanished, perhaps tired, or perhaps shy, they had all hidden away. ^^ The wind picked up considerably, making the nearby tents flutter loudly and whipping Ning Meng's hair around, creating an indescribable beauty, full of a wild charm.
Shen Lang's mind was becoming increasingly muddled. He thought to himself, "I've never seen such a request in my life. You tell me to touch you and I'll touch you? It's not like I asked for it. Come to think of it, I'm a victim too. A stunning beauty asks me to touch her, how could I possibly resist?"
At this moment, even if he could resist, he couldn't, otherwise he'd be called a beast.
So, with a mix of impulse and trepidation, Shen Lang reached out his "devilish claws" and explored Ning Meng's lower body... He thought to himself, "This is my wife's best friend, what a sin, what a sin..."
Although Ning Meng's eyes were blurry with drunkenness, she still clearly saw Shen Lang's trembling hand reaching towards her lower body. She was startled; this was a beautiful woman's private forbidden zone, how could she do such a thing? She grabbed Shen Lang's hand and said, "You bad boy, don't touch down there. It's not for a girl to let her boyfriend touch her when she has a boyfriend. You can only touch up there." Shen Lang said, "Is this what they call the difference between men and women? I touched my own lower body but you want me to touch yours? That's so unreasonable."
Ning Meng's face flushed red, and she spat, "Pah, shameless! I'm already grateful to have someone to touch me, and you're being picky. You do
n't know what's good for you!" Shen Lang was now burning with desire and just wanted to find an excuse to vent. Rejected from touching her lower body, he didn't want to waste any more words and could only turn upwards. Whether it was because he was wary of Ning Meng being Rong Danru's best friend or the effect of alcohol, his hand trembled even more violently.
Seeing this, Ning Meng laughed heartlessly, "What a pathetic sight! Look at your lack of manners!"
As she spoke, she actually grabbed Shen Lang's hand and pressed it against her chest, then pressed it firmly. Instantly, a soft mound fell into her grasp, and Shen Lang couldn't help but groan in pleasure. Although there were clothes and underwear between them, the top was light and thin, doing nothing to obstruct the wonderful feel.
Ning Meng's face flushed red, and she couldn't help but let out a soft moan. Her body went limp, and even the hand that was touching Shen Lang's lower body felt weak.
"Why are you pressing so hard?"
Ning Meng asked laboriously.
Shen Lang thought dazedly, "You're the one who pressed down so hard, but in the end, you're blaming me! It's so unreasonable!" But he was too soft-hearted to refuse her advances, and
he couldn't bear to touch her breasts without feeling guilty. He said guiltily, "What's wrong? Does it hurt?" "Hmm, no, it doesn't hurt, it's just so itchy. Anyway
, you can't touch me any harder." "You can touch me as much as you want, I'm not ticklish." "
I'm not falling for your tricks. The more I touch you, the happier you'll be. Ah... don't put it inside my clothes... you can only touch me from the outside..." "
What's the difference?"
"It's just better through my clothes... no, you really can't put it inside my clothes..."
Shen Lang naturally refused to listen obediently, and finally slipped one hand inside Ning Meng's clothes. The feeling was naturally much stronger than touching her from the outside, but the girl's struggles didn't stop. She struggled and cursed, but it didn't sound very harmful; it sounded more like she was being coquettish and moaning. After touching her for a while, Shen Lang noticed that Ning Meng gradually stopped moving. He opened his unusually heavy eyelids and saw that the little beauty Ning Meng had actually fallen asleep.
Shen Lang muttered, "Fell asleep so quickly, so weak..."
Just as he finished saying she wasn't strong enough, he touched himself a few more times and fell asleep too...
He didn't know how long he slept, but in his hazy state, Shen Lang suddenly felt a coolness on his face and opened his eyes. He realized that a light rain was falling, not heavy, but his clothes were already a little damp. At this moment, Ning Meng also felt the rain and woke up. She was stunned at first, then opened her mouth as if to scream, because she found herself lying intimately with Shen Lang, his manhood in her grasp, and his hand still inside her clothes.
Shen Lang covered Ning Meng's mouth with his other hand. Feeling the warmth of those two large hands, Ning Meng felt a little confused. She tried her best to pry Shen Lang's hands away and cautiously asked, "Shen Lang, we didn't do anything, did we?"
Shen Lang also felt a little embarrassed. He thought about it carefully but couldn't remember anything. He said, "I don't think so. Didn't you see that I didn't even take my pants off? Your clothes down there are still intact!"
"Clothes?"
Ning Meng checked herself and found that her underwear was still intact. She breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I... how did I touch you there?"
Shen Lang shook his head and said, "I don't remember, it seems so." Ning Meng was not giving up and continued to ask, "Then how did you touch me there?"
Shen Lang shook his head again, "I still don't remember."
Ning Meng herself certainly didn't remember either, otherwise she wouldn't have asked Shen Lang. So she pretended to be generous and said, "Okay then, let's just say it was an accident. Can you let go of me now?"
Shen Lang came to his senses and realized that his hand was still inside her clothes. He said awkwardly, "Sure, of course."
Shen Lang reluctantly pulled his hand out of Ning Meng's clothes, very slowly, very reluctantly, very carefully, making Ning Meng blush and tremble. "It's just one slap, are you going to slap me for the rest of your life?"
Ning Meng said angrily.
Shen Lang felt extremely guilty and chuckled awkwardly, "No, I was just afraid of ruining your underwear."
"Pfft..."
Ning Meng finally couldn't help but laugh, "Pah, you can even come up with such a lame excuse! If you don't want to pull it out, that's fine too..."
Shen Lang was delighted and said, "Really?"
"Really, more real than true qi! I'll find Xiaoru tomorrow, and then..."
Shen Lang broke out in a cold sweat, interrupting Ning Meng, and said, "Okay, I surrender. Just like you said, it's old-fashioned, but it works."
With great self-control, Shen Lang finally pulled his hand out, but before he did, whether intentionally or unintentionally, he touched Ning Meng's small protrusion, causing Ning Meng to tremble again.
Ning Meng blushed and scolded, "Shen Lang, you're such a scoundrel!"
Shen Lang acted as if he hadn't heard her, glanced at the sky, and said, "Beautiful lady, the rain is about to get heavier. Aren't you going to stay in the tent?"
Ning Meng looked up and said coquettishly, "Do you even need to tell me!"
She straightened her clothes, which Shen Lang had messed up, and then carefully crawled into the tent. Watching Ning Meng's pert buttocks as she crawled, Shen Lang felt a surge of heat. Her buttocks were really pert, almost as pert as Ji Xiyan's. Tsk tsk, he wondered what they felt like to touch.
Shen Lang sadly realized that his feelings for Ning Meng were now somewhat unclear. When he touched her breasts earlier, he had an inexplicable urge—was it admiration or pure impulse? Was it love or lust? Was it more love or lust? Shen Lang really couldn't tell.
Shen Lang shook his head. Damn, this is really a dilemma. "Drunkenness leads to promiscuity," that's so true, but it seems I only messed up the surface, not the substance, yet I've still been branded as promiscuous. Isn't that a bit of a loss?
(Off-screen voice: I've seen shameless people, but I've never seen anyone this shameless!)
Shen Lang wanted to get up and crawl into the tent, but he was dismayed to find that Ning Meng zipped it up immediately after entering, clearly not intending to invite him in. Shen Lang scoffed, "Damn it, as the saying goes, 'a night of intimacy is worth a hundred days of kindness.' Even if nothing physical happened, there was still a brief encounter, right? No consideration whatsoever, letting me, Old Shen, stand outside in the rain."
Completely unable to sleep, Shen Lang listlessly opened the last can of beer and chugged it down, feeling increasingly aggrieved. Was he really going to just stupidly let himself get soaked? While he was unlikely to catch a cold, being wet was still unpleasant. The tent, though not foolproof, was at least waterproof, wasn't it?
Thinking back to what had just happened, Shen Lang couldn't remember a single thing: why he had touched her, and why she had touched him. Was it really just the effect of the alcohol?
To be honest, Ning Meng's skin was truly beautiful, smooth as satin, without a single blemish. Although he hadn't seen it this time, he had seen it when he applied for a job at the Violet Hotel last time. Those two perfectly round breasts were unbelievably beautiful; such exquisite beauty, and he had actually touched them! Fate was truly unbelievable.
Shen Lang's mind wandered in the rain, while Ning Meng couldn't find peace in the tent either.
Unlike Shen Lang, Ning Meng wasn't forgetful. Gradually, she recalled the scene before she fell asleep: how she had boldly grabbed his genitals to "measure the size," how she had said those shameful things like "my genitals are for my boyfriend to touch," and how she had proactively pulled his hand to her chest… The more
Ning Meng thought about it, the more she felt her unbridled behavior was a bit unbelievable. Was she naturally unbridled, or had she become unbridled after drinking? Regardless of the reason, Ning Meng felt incredibly embarrassed, wishing she could disappear into the ground. The crack in the ground was gone, but the tent remained, shielding Shen Lang from the view and the swirling rain. Listening to the gentle patter of raindrops on the tent, Ning Meng felt a strange sense of satisfaction. This jerk took advantage of her; serves him right for getting soaked! Even though it was her initiative, if he were truly a gentleman, wouldn't he have refused? Honestly!
The rain seemed to be getting heavier; what was just a light drizzle quickly turned into a deluge of raindrops, dense and relentless, lashing against the tent like machine gun fire.
Ning Meng felt a pang of pity. She felt a strange sense of sympathy, like the saying "a night of passion brings a hundred days of kindness." Ugh, who was he her husband? But… weren't they friends? Would it be too rude to just shut him out?
But the tent was so small; it didn't seem spacious enough for two people…
So conflicted!
The two conflicted individuals faced off in silence for a long time. Finally, Ning Meng couldn't take it anymore and gave herself a reason: she shouldn't be so disloyal. "
Disregarding malice and upholding loyalty is acceptable, right?
" Ning Meng couldn't help but ask, "Bad guy, are you alright?"
Shen Lang seemed to have accepted the "bad guy" label and immediately replied, "Yeah, pretty good, pretty cool!"
"Cool? Pah, shameless, still in the mood for jokes at a time like this!"
Ning Meng couldn't help but want to laugh; the joke was so lame and so sour.
Ning Meng thought to herself, "Why don't you beg me, you bastard? If you begged me, I would definitely let you in. If you don't beg me… do you expect a girl to beg you to come in?
" "Do you want to come in?"
Ning Meng struggled for a long time before finally convincing herself, using "sympathy" as an excuse, to invite Shen Lang in.
"Really? Haha, I've been waiting to hear that for so long! Ning, you're such a kind person!"
Shen Lang's voice was full of surprise and anticipation, but to Ning Meng, it sounded a bit off. Had she just let a wolf into the house?

Chapter 203 You Hate
Letting a Wolf In?
Ning Meng began to analyze the possibility of her words coming true. Probably not, right? Even if he was very powerful, she wasn't made of paper, was she? She had been practicing that strange kung fu with her mother since she was little. Even if she hadn't been very diligent, she already had 30% of her mother's strength. Even if she couldn't beat him, she was good at escaping and saving her life. If he really dared to make a move, she would run away and then go to Xiao Ru to complain, ruining his reputation. ^^ But then again, she was Xiao Ru's best friend, so he wouldn't dare to do anything reckless! And judging from his appearance, he was definitely just a smooth talker and wouldn't dare to actually do anything. But what if… ugh, ugh, there aren't that many "what ifs," are there? She couldn't just curse herself, could she? We should try to look on the bright side!
Thinking this, after hesitating for a long time, Ning Meng finally unzipped the tent. Before she could even say "Come in," a wet, dark figure nimbly slipped in through the narrow entrance. His speed was unbelievable; she barely saw him move, as easily as a mouse darting in. Ning Meng
froze for a moment, then hurriedly tried to dodge, but it was too late. She was soaked to the bone by the drenched Shen Lang. It seemed all her hiding in the tent had been for nothing; she was now on equal footing with him. Being wet wasn't a problem for her, but for Ning Meng, it was different. Women's clothing is naturally thin and small, and once soaked, it clung tightly to her body, making the "secret" beneath her clothes no longer a "secret."
Both were cultivators, possessing extraordinary eyesight. Although the tent was dimly lit, they could see everything clearly, down to the smallest detail. Ning Meng's underwear was clearly visible beneath her wet clothes, and her smooth, delicate skin was almost spilling out, especially her high, firm breasts, which were now partially exposed, a sight to behold. Seeing Shen Lang taking advantage of her situation, staring intently and taking advantage of her, Ning Meng was furious. She cried out in a coquettish voice, "Shen Lang, you...you're so annoying!"
Ning Meng was both ashamed and angry, and she almost wanted to grab Shen Lang and bite him. "I kindly invited you in to take shelter from the rain, and you didn't appreciate it at all, getting yourself soaked. Getting soaked is one thing, but taking advantage of me by staring so intently. He must have done it on purpose, it was premeditated, otherwise, even if he had splashed water on her, she wouldn't be this wet." Shen Lang chuckled, seemingly innocent, "Sorry, I rushed in and brought all the rainwater in."
Shen Lang's almost shameless excuse left Ning Meng speechless. You can't hit a smiling face, right? Shen Lang was smiling, albeit a sly and wicked one, but how could she get angry? But keeping her anger inside was unbearable. "Shen Lang, you scoundrel! I hate you!" she
thought. After apologizing, Shen Lang muttered to himself, "I need to find a way to dry myself off. Being all wet and clingy is so uncomfortable." He then began circulating his inner energy. Soon, steam rose from his body, and in less than two minutes, he was completely dry, without a trace of moisture. Ning
Meng was dumbfounded. She was a girl, and had no interest in practicing martial arts. She was only forced to practice by her mother, and her practice was sporadic. When had she ever thought about the various uses of inner energy? Surprised, his hatred subsided considerably, and he asked, "True Qi has this effect?"
Shen Lang proudly replied, "Of course! I've even used True Qi to cook! In this world, there's nothing you can't do if you put your mind to it." He added inwardly, "Not only have I cooked, but I've also made love! Little girl, you have no idea how wonderful it is, haha!
" "Just keep showing off!"
Ning Meng teased. After teasing her, she realized she was still wet, feeling incredibly uncomfortable, and couldn't help but complain, "You bad guy, you're all dry, and I'm still wet!" Shen Lang
was taken aback by her words. Why did that sound so... strange? Yes, you're still wet, so wet. It was truly a case of the speaker not meaning it, but the listener took it to heart; a very serious remark was interpreted by the lewd Shen Lang as something he shouldn't have.
"Then what should we do?"
Shen Lang asked cautiously.
Ning Meng was a little annoyed and said, "What should we do? Shouldn't I be the one asking that? You've dried yourself out, can't you dry me out too?"
Sweat, sweat, a waterfall of sweat!
Shen Lang admitted that he had misunderstood again, and very, very misunderstood, completely off the mark.
The problem was, Shen Lang hadn't really thought about how to dry someone off, so he suppressed a laugh and said helplessly, "How am I supposed to dry you off? Generally speaking, the release of true qi is from the inside out. It's quite simple to output it as an attack, but as for turning it into heat... actually, I can make true qi output as heat, but the problem is I can't control the heat. What if I burn you... what then?"
Ning Meng persisted, "Can't you test it on something first?"
Shen Lang: "How do I test it?"
Ning Meng: "Why don't you test the temperature against the air first?"
Shen Lang said helplessly, "Okay then." After saying that, Shen Lang carefully began to force his true qi out of his body, but the force was still a bit too strong the moment it reached the outside. A burst of scorching heat shot out from Shen Lang's palm and bounced straight onto the tent.
Shen Lang was shocked and hurriedly stopped, but the tent was already blackened by soot. Fortunately, it was raining outside, otherwise it would have really caught fire.
Shen Lang shrugged and said, "See? That won't work. How about this, I'll hold you, and my body heat will transfer to you, and you'll dry off in a bit." Ning Meng thought for a moment, and it did seem like a good idea. She was about to agree when she suddenly caught a glimpse of Shen Lang's malicious grin and was shocked. This guy was trying to take advantage of her again, and she had so few clothes on... She couldn't help but yell, "Get lost, you pervert! Don't even think about it! Give me your shirt! It's all your fault, you have to take responsibility!"
"Take responsibility?"
The word made Shen Lang's mind wander again. What an attractive word! I, Old Shen, touched you just now, I should indeed take responsibility.
Shen Lang: "If I give you my clothes, what will I wear?"
Ning Meng: "Don't you still have a shirt? I just want your jacket!"
Shen Lang: "Okay then!"
He took off his jacket and handed it to Ning Meng.
Ning Meng took the clothes and was about to change when she suddenly remembered something and said, "Turn your head away, I need to change!"
Shen Lang laughed, "You've already touched me, what's there to be afraid of looking?"
Ning Meng couldn't stand Shen Lang's blatantly lewd words, her face flushed, and she shouted, "Get lost, you filthy scoundrel! That was an accident, an unconscious act, but looking now would be deliberately being a pervert."
Shen Lang muttered, "So what if I'm a pervert? I've never considered myself a good person anyway."
But he still turned his face away.

Chapter 204 Shameless
As soon as he turned his head, Shen Lang heard the rustling sound of clothes being torn behind him. The sound was exceptionally seductive, comparable to the seductive sound of splashing water coming from the bathroom. What an wicked association! Shen Lang couldn't resist turning his head to "observe" several times, but as the saying goes, "the heart is willing but the courage is lacking." Just as he mustered enough courage and was about to put his idea into action, he heard Ning Meng say, "Hey, you bad guy, take off your shirt and give it to me too. I'm... naked underneath, so I can't wear your coat."
"Naked?"
Shen Lang started to imagine again. He had never seen a beautiful woman wearing a suit with nothing underneath! Thinking about it, it made sense. His coat was a suit jacket with such a large slit in the middle, much wider than the slit of a woman's leather robe. She, as a woman, really couldn't wear it. But if she did wear it, tsk tsk, that would definitely be quite a sight!
With such filthy thoughts, Shen Lang naturally refused to take off his shirt easily, saying, "How can that be? If I give you my shirt too, won't I be completely naked? Don't you mind?"
Ning Meng paused for a moment, then easily nipped Shen Lang's good intentions in the bud: "Then I'll give you back your jacket, I'll just wear your shirt." This request was reasonable, but also ruthless. Shen Lang was extremely unwilling. Damn it, he originally wanted to see her wearing a suit shirtless, but now she wants him to wear it shirtless. She obviously wants to see his huge pectoral muscles. So women can be so lewd too, huh.
This thought was extremely shameless, extremely disgusting, and extremely shameless. If Ning Meng knew, who knows if she would vomit blood.
Shen Lang pouted, and although he was very unwilling, he still accepted the suggestion, took off his shirt and handed it over, while quickly glancing at it. Unfortunately, Ning Meng immediately noticed, holding her coat in front of her and shouting, "What are you looking at? You're not keeping your word, you pervert!"
Shen Lang shamelessly explained, "Can't you stop like this? Actually, I, Old Shen, am innocent. If I didn't turn around to look, how would I know where you were? How would I hand you the clothes? What if I reached out and touched you randomly? Whose fault would that be? Do you prefer me to touch you rather than see you?"
Ning Meng was speechless, her pretty face flushed red. How could someone be so shameless? Is there anyone more shameless than him in the world? Shameless!
A minute later, Ning Meng finally finished changing her clothes and handed over the coat, saying, "Here you go!"
Shen Lang turned his head and glanced at Ning Meng. He shouldn't have glanced at her, because what he saw was truly alarming. His shirt was white and not particularly thick, while Ning Meng's underwear was dark, which Shen Lang could see clearly. The areas that the underwear couldn't cover were still faintly visible, not much better than when she was wearing wet clothes. Shen Lang wondered if he had a thing for wet clothes. Why did his blood boil every time he saw or thought about wet clothes?
At this moment, Shen Lang was truly grateful to his master. If it weren't for this damn Bone Refining Technique, would his eyesight be so sharp?
However, Ning Meng was no pushover either. She immediately noticed where Shen Lang's gaze was directed and said coquettishly, "Are you trying to kill me? Still looking?"
Shen Lang continued his shameless statement, "What's the point of women being so beautiful? Isn't it for men to see?"
"Pah!"
This argument left Ning Meng speechless. Was this a compliment or a lewd act? For a moment, she couldn't find a reason to refute it. "You brat, I'm not giving you this coat anymore. Let you look some more!"
With that, Ning Meng draped the coat over herself, immediately covering up her ample spring scenery.
Shen Lang said with some regret, "It's okay, as long as you don't mind, I don't care."
Ning Meng looked at Shen Lang's bare upper body again and blushed slightly. She spat and said, "I won't look at you, will I?"
With that, she lay down, leaving her back to Shen Lang.
Looking at the space that was less than half full, Shen Lang said, "Hey, beautiful, could you move over a bit? Let me lie down. Sitting isn't comfortable; the tent is too low, I can't even sit up straight." Ning Meng retorted, "I'm already being kind by letting you in to take shelter from the rain, and you're trying to push your luck?"
Shen Lang said, "I can sit, but I can't guarantee my eyes won't wander around. A coat isn't a cure-all; at least, it can't be worn as a robe."
Ning Meng subconsciously reached down and realized that her already short skirt had risen to her thighs. She was startled and quickly tried to pull it down, but since she was lying there, it would quickly rise again, as if deliberately making things difficult for her. She was furious. "You wretched skirt, you're even helping this scoundrel bully me! I'll cut you to pieces when I get home!"
Ning Meng sighed helplessly, shifting her body slightly to the side as much as possible, and said, "Then you can lie down too, but don't you dare move!"
Shen Lang grinned and said, "Of course, I'm the most honest person." "Pah!"
Ning Meng couldn't help but spit again. "If you're honest, then every man in the world is a saint." Thinking of Liu Xiahui, Ning Meng felt another wave of disgust. That utter nonsense was still fresh in her memory—it was truly utter rubbish!
Shen Lang lay down, but unlike Ning Meng, he didn't turn his back to her. Instead, he faced her, making it seem as if he were holding her in his arms.
Ning Meng felt this was even worse. Shen Lang's breath seemed to intentionally or unintentionally brush against her neck, a ticklish, tingling sensation, like tiny insects scratching her. Her back was practically pressed against his chest, making Ning Meng afraid to move even slightly; the slightest movement would result in intimate contact with him. Ning Meng couldn't take it anymore: "Can't you turn to the other side?"
Shen Lang obediently replied, "Okay, I'll try."
He then rolled over. Perhaps the space was too cramped, or perhaps there was a deliberate element involved, but as Shen Lang rolled over, he and Ning Meng were pressed close together, as if intentionally rubbing against each other. Although there was clothing between them, the feeling was real, like being electrocuted. Ning Meng could only endure it; she was the one who made him roll over, she had brought this upon herself.
Shen Lang successfully rolled over, and the two lay back to back. Shen Lang's breath was finally no longer hitting Ning Meng's neck, but Ning Meng suddenly discovered a fatal problem: her breasts were pressed against his again. Her usually high-perched breasts, an advantage, had now become a huge flaw. The burning heat from where her breasts were pressed together made Ning Meng feel as if she wasn't wearing any clothes, a tingling and numb sensation that she couldn't quite describe.
Ning Meng was now completely speechless, filled with regret. When Shen Lang first described the wonderful feeling of sleeping on the rooftop, Ning Meng was filled with longing—the cool breeze, the absence of mosquitoes, the starry sky, and the twinkling lights of countless homes. She couldn't resist trying it. But now that she'd actually tried it, it was a nightmare. Why was that?

Chapter 205 Beautiful Mood
Ning Meng couldn't fall asleep. Her mind was racing, and she couldn't shake off the unbearable discomfort. In fact, it seemed to be getting worse. A burning shame tormented her conflicted heart. ^^ What frustrated Ning Meng even more was that Shen Lang, that scoundrel, had actually fallen asleep. His snoring wasn't loud, but it was intermittent, sometimes long, sometimes short, like he was deliberately teasing her, making it impossible to catch the rhythm. Just when she got used to it, the frequency changed again, incredibly annoying. Ning Meng felt that this man was simply a heartless beast.
Ning Meng thought sadly, "You despicable bastard! I'd rather you do bad things to others than endure this endless torment. At least with bad things, I can hide, avoid, and fight back. But this snoring torture is utterly helpless." After enduring it for what seemed like forever, Ning Meng was almost in tears. Why was this night so agonizing? Not only did she not experience the cool night breeze and shimmering sky she had imagined, but she had even lost her "first touch"—a huge loss for her.
The more Ning Meng thought about it, the angrier she became. She really wanted to bite this jerk, but when she turned over to bite, she suddenly lost her courage. If it hurt, fine; but if it didn't, wouldn't it be almost like kissing him? This was a terrible idea! Wait, he deliberately blew air into her neck earlier. Now, she could just blow it back into him! She'd wake him up and see if he'd continue this torture-like snoring!
So, Ning Meng started blowing air into him, puffing out her beautiful cheeks and blowing earnestly. She felt like she was using all her strength to produce an air volume equivalent to a light breeze, but the dead man remained dead, showing no sign of "coming back to life." "No, I'm exhausted! My cheeks are so sore, and my brain is about to suffocate."
The blowing stopped, and Ning Meng began to gasp for breath, trying to replenish her lost oxygen. Her breathing gradually calmed down, and during a lull in the breaths, Ning Meng began to idly observe Shen Lang's back.
This guy's shoulders are really impressive—thick, broad, and full of power. Ning Meng remembered being carried up a building three times by these arms, recalling the feeling of flying through the air, and couldn't help but feel a little flustered. She thought, "Come to think of it, this guy isn't entirely useless; at least he makes me feel safe. If only he weren't Xiao Ru's boyfriend!"
If only? There are no "ifs" in the world. Ning Meng suddenly felt deflated. Why hadn't she met a suitable man before? She finally met someone, only to have her best friend beat her to it. Or perhaps, the name Ning Meng was simply meant for this failed life. She'd rather not be Ning Meng, but Lemon, so this man could devour her.
Ning Meng reached out and gently stroked Shen Lang's back. It was an indescribable feeling, solid yet weighty, very reassuring. Imagine if one day she could touch him, caress him, or even lie on him with a perfectly legitimate reason—like a lover… she wondered what that would feel like. Would it give her a sudden sense of possessing the whole world?
Perhaps. In Ning Meng's view, in many situations, men are a woman's world, and for many women, men are their career. The reverse is also true.
Every love is actually a circle drawn by God for every couple, a circle that is their Eden, infinitely large yet infinitely small, allowing hearts to fly freely, or forming a shackle, binding two hearts with heavy chains.
Ning Meng wondered, who would be the man in her Eden?
She wouldn't mind if it was Shen Lang, but that seemed unrealistic.
Though so close, he felt so distant…
Okay, instead of constantly agonizing over it, she should find a place to calmly think things through.
Ning Meng knew she couldn't think clearly if she stayed lying next to this man, so she decided to leave, to make a small, abrupt departure. Sneaking around like that made her feel guilty, you dead man, you absolutely can't wake up now, or I'll never forgive you!
Ning Meng silently bid farewell to Shen Lang in her heart. You bad guy, I need to think this through. When I'm sure I have feelings for you and can't live without you, I'll come back to you. Temptation, seduction, force… I'll use every trick in the book. Goodbye for now, you rascal!
Ning Meng gently kissed Shen Lang's neck, a light but heartfelt kiss. After the kiss, she drifted away, like a light feather floating off the roof of the building, disappearing in an instant. When Shen
Lang woke up, it was already broad daylight. He felt he had slept very well and had a sweet dream, filled with nothing but erotic tales that made him drool. The light rain was still falling, but the beautiful woman beside him was gone; thankfully, he had left his clothes behind.
Shen Lang smiled helplessly. He had slept very well, but he wondered how the girl had slept. She probably hadn't slept at all, otherwise she wouldn't have left so early.
Fortunately, it was still drizzling; otherwise, Shen Lang would have been woken up by the construction workers. He thanked the rain for allowing him a good night's sleep.
Shen Lang discovered that higher sleep quality was beneficial for cultivation, although not as good as dedicated cultivation, it was better than nothing.
Shen Lang packed his things and carefully went downstairs to avoid being discovered by the construction workers and causing an argument. It was a little past five in the morning. Shen Lang subconsciously walked towards Hu Tie's courtyard; perhaps Tian Qingya had already started making breakfast.
Thinking of Tian Qingya, Shen Lang suddenly realized that he had never missed her as much as he did now. This special woman gave him a feeling completely different from other women. Many times, Shen Lang could even feel a trace of maternal care from her. It was not only because of her age, but also because of her gentle and tender personality, which made people wonder if she had no temper. As long as you looked at her smiling face, no matter how angry you were, it would disappear without a trace.
In Shen Lang's mind, this kind of woman was the most suitable to be a wife. Therefore, no matter how many women he had been involved with, Tian Qingya's position in Shen Lang's heart was unshakeable. Many times, a man also needs a pillar of support, and Tian Qingya was Shen Lang's pillar of support, and not only that, but also his haven. As long as Tian Qingya was there, Shen Lang would have a feeling that he would never lose his direction.
Twenty minutes later, Shen Lang arrived at the courtyard. Following the aroma of breakfast, he saw Tian Qingya's pretty figure in the kitchen.
At this moment, Tian Qingya was wearing the little kitchen dress Shen Lang had bought for her, her hair wrapped in a small floral cloth, and she was intently cooking rice porridge. The aroma of the porridge filled the air, and wisps of steam rose high before dissipating.
Her gentle figure moved slowly, blending perfectly into the clean kitchen. She was like a part of the kitchen, embodying two words in Shen Lang's heart: home and wife. Only home can give a man a sense of belonging.
Only a wife can evoke such feelings in a man.
Home and wife are one; with them, a man truly possesses happiness.
Standing at the kitchen doorway watching his wife make breakfast, that kind of happiness and sweetness cannot be bought with any amount of money.
After watching for a while, Shen Lang suddenly felt like crying. He couldn't help but smile self-deprecatingly, gently walked over, and softly embraced Tian Qingya's slender waist from behind.
Tian Qingya was startled by being hugged so suddenly, her body immediately stiffening. But when she saw that the person behind her was Shen Lang, her stiff body softened instantly, and her panicked expression turned into surprise and joy. Shen Lang nestled against Tian Qingya's fair and delicate neck, gently kissing her, kissing her delicate chin, and gradually moving to the corners of her mouth.
Tian Qingya thoroughly enjoyed this tenderness, turning her head to kiss her lover's lips, pouring all her tenderness into that sweet, passionate kiss.
The white porridge in the pot bubbled and steamed, but this was nothing compared to the two people immersed in sweet bliss. Shen Lang's hands wandered inside Tian Qingya's clothes, finding those long-lost soft mounds, gently caressing and kneading them. That was a man's final haven; once there, even the biggest problems would vanish.
"Mmm—"
Tian Qingya's sensitive body was destined to be unable to withstand such an assault. Her right hand, holding the spoon, suddenly lost its strength, and just as the spoon was about to fall to the ground, Shen Lang caught it at the perfect moment, stirring the white porridge in Tian Qingya's place. The aroma of the porridge filled the air, making it difficult for Shen Lang to distinguish between the porridge's fragrance and Tian Qingya's natural scent.
Tian Qingya softly leaned into Shen Lang's arms, repeatedly asking for kisses. All the longing and yearning of the past few days seemed to melt into these kisses.
After a long while, Shen Lang finally released Tian Qingya, who was almost collapsing, and said, "Sister, how have you been these past few days? I missed you so much."
Tian Qingya's eyes were watery and smooth as she softly said, "Sister missed you too... and my two younger sisters, they kept clamoring to come see you, but I kept them from disturbing your exams. By the way, you must have done well, right?"
Shen Lang chuckled and said, "Of course, absolutely no problem, your husband is a genius."
Tian Qingya gave Shen Lang a coquettish glare and said, "Don't flatter yourself. The porridge is almost ready. I'll fry two more eggs for you. Go wake Qingxi and Qingyan up, okay?"
Shen Lang kissed Tian Qingya's lips again and said, "Okay."
Shen Lang left the kitchen, took a breath of the fresh morning air, and felt his chest fill with its rich aroma. This morning, he was in a very good mood, and even the grapevine in the corner seemed to radiate a different kind of beauty and tenderness.

Chapter 206 The Only Condition
Shen Lang was moved. Judging from Tian Qingya's tone, she seemed to have truly let go of his relationship with the two sisters. Otherwise, how could a grown man like himself wake two girls up?
In fact, Tian Qingya had already thought it through. Perhaps Shen Lang was the best choice. She liked Shen Lang and felt he was the best and most suitable man for her. She also liked her two younger sisters and was even willing to give up Shen Lang for them. ^^ But she understood Shen Lang. Even if she chose to give up, Shen Lang wouldn't give her that chance. Shen Lang loved her deeply, and his love was possessive. However, she liked this possessiveness; under this possessiveness, she could better play the role of his girlfriend or even wife. She knew perfectly well that her two younger sisters liked Shen Lang. Forcing anyone to give up would be cruel, and the others wouldn't experience any sense of victory. Rather than everyone suffering together, why not be happy together? It's just marriage, after all. Frankly, it's just two little red books. In a happy ending, those books seem insignificant. Just
now, Tian Qingya asked Shen Lang to wake the sisters, which was a tacit signal of consent. She believed Shen Lang would understand.
Shen Lang certainly understood. After a confused night of entanglement with the sisters, Shen Lang had been hoping for an opportunity to openly take responsibility for them. Now, that opportunity had finally arrived—not too early, not too late, but a natural progression. Now, Shen Lang felt a deep affection and tenderness for the three sisters. He secretly vowed that he would never let these three sisters, whose fates had been so unfortunate, suffer even the slightest injustice or hardship again. As soon as he
entered the sisters' room, Shen Lang heard soft breathing; the two girls were still fast asleep.
Shen Lang gently walked over, sat by the bed, and looked at their adorable sleeping postures. A sweet feeling welled up in his heart, and he almost couldn't bear to wake them.
"Women are meant to be cherished!"
Shen Lang deeply agreed. Looking at these two sisters who looked almost identical, Shen Lang felt a surge of protective urge from the bottom of his heart. After a few days apart, the sisters' faces were even more exquisite. Their skin was as smooth as water, flawless and white. Their long eyelashes fluttered occasionally, as if they were having a sweet dream. Under the thin sheet, their exquisite and shapely bodies were concealed. One such alluring body was already exquisite, but now they had two—it could only be described as a masterpiece of nature.
Shen Lang couldn't help but stroke the sisters' pretty faces. The smooth, silky feel was like touching the finest silk, making him reluctant to let go.
The sisters were light sleepers and woke up quickly. When they opened their eyes and saw Shen Lang, they seemed a little incredulous. They rubbed their eyes in unison, and when they realized it was really Shen Lang, they let out a soft cry and rushed into his arms, as if they had been separated for many years and were reunited. To be honest, Shen Lang felt the same way. A day apart felt like three autumns—that was probably the best way to describe this scene.
"Brother Lang, you won't be away from home for many days again this time, will you?"
Tian Qingxi asked expectantly.
Shen Lang laughed, "Of course! Brother Lang will have plenty of time to spend with you from now on." After
their initial excitement, the sisters suddenly realized they weren't dressed. Perhaps it was since that absurd night that they had developed a liking for sleeping naked—one of the aftereffects of that night. Holding the two naked beauties in his arms was a delightful surprise. He couldn't resist running his hands over their backs, finding them incredibly smooth and delicate.
The two women were both shy and delighted; their hearts raced, their faces flushed crimson, and their bodies went limp.
Tian Qingxi glanced out the window, her voice tinged with worry. "Brother Lang, be careful. Don't let Sister see us. I'm afraid she'll scold us."
Shen Lang asked, "Why would she scold you?"
Tian Qingxi replied, "You're our brother-in-law. We shouldn't seduce you..."
Shen Lang laughed, "Silly girl, how could you think that? It's Brother Lang who's teasing you, not you seducing me. Even if it were seduction, it doesn't matter. I think Sister has already agreed to us being together."
The twin sisters were overjoyed, but still looked disbelieving, saying, "Brother Lang is lying. Sister never said that."
Shen Lang said, "Just because my sister doesn't say it doesn't mean she's unwilling, right? She can't just bluntly say, 'Shen Lang, you'll eat your two sisters up,' can she?"
This was too direct, and the two sisters blushed, blushing and spitting out, "Sister would never say that! Brother Lang is so naughty!" Shen Lang said
, "Of course sister wouldn't say it, but we can deduce it from her every move." Tian Qingyan asked, "How?" Shen Lang said,
"Do you know what sister called me to do just now?" Tian Qingxi
asked, "What?"
Shen Lang said, "To wake you two up."
Tian Qingyan asked, "What's so great about waking us up?"
Shen Lang grabbed Tian Qingya's ample bosom and said, "Silly girl, think about it. A girl's boudoir is the most sacred and intimate place. How could she let a man in casually? Only the closest person can come in. If it weren't the closest person, why would she wake you up?" Tian Qingyan retorted, "Brother Lang is our brother-in-law, isn't he already the closest person?"
Shen Lang said, "If I were to... " "If it were your brother-in-law, my sister wouldn't have let me in. Don't you know that brother-in-law and sister-in-law are the two types of people most prone to developing feelings for each other? Since my sister let me in, she's creating an opportunity for us, indirectly telling us that we can be together, and that she won't be angry."
Tian Qingxi thought for a moment and said, "Hmm, what Brother Lang said seems to make some sense, but I still feel uneasy, like I've stolen my sister's man." Tian Qingyan nodded and said, "I feel the same way. Although I'm happy with Brother Lang, I can't shake off that guilt."
At this moment, Tian Qingya's voice rang out in the room: "You two silly girls, don't feel guilty! I can guess a bit about what's going on between the three of you. From now on, do whatever you want. Anyway, we're all family."
When Tian Qingxi and Tian Qingyan saw their sister suddenly enter, they were immediately embarrassed and hurriedly hid under the sheets, only their heads showing, stammering, "Sister...you...why did you come in?"
"Is it because your older sister interrupted your whispered conversation?"
Tian Qingya laughed. "I came in to tell you that I won't interfere with you. I won't care what happens in the future, but I only have one request."
Shen Lang said, "Sister, please speak."
The twin sisters blinked, indicating they were listening.
"My only request is... if you want to do that kind of thing, you must wait until you're adults."
Tian Qingya said, a little embarrassed. She also felt that this request was a bit excessive, but she had her own reasons. Although she hadn't received much education, she knew that early sex wasn't good for girls, and it might cause the sisters to become overly addicted to sex, neglecting their studies, or even accidentally getting pregnant, which would be even worse.
Shen Lang and the twin sisters were both a little surprised by this request. Shen Lang thought about it for a moment and understood what it meant, but the twin sisters, being simple-minded, didn't quite understand, only showing a shy and puzzled look.
Tian Qingya was too embarrassed to explain further, only saying, "Get up quickly, breakfast is ready."
After saying that, Tian Qingya went outside. Once outside, she realized her face was burning hot. She didn't know if she had done the right thing, but since things had come to this, she could only take it one step at a time.
However, Tian Qingya was certain of one thing: her two younger sisters' misunderstandings had been resolved, and they wouldn't be burdened with worries and forced smiles every day anymore.
What could be more important than a happy family?

Chapter 207 Brother and Lover
After breakfast, the two sisters went to school, leaving Tian Qingya and Shen Lang alone. ^^ Shen Lang had originally wanted to help Tian Qingya clear the dishes, but Tian Qingya chased him away, her attitude very firm, leaving no room for negotiation.
Shen Lang laughed, "Sister, if this continues, you'll spoil me rotten and turn me into a spoiled young master who expects everything to be done for him."
Tian Qingya smiled charmingly and said, "Why not? Sister likes to serve young masters."
Shen Lang teased, "I'd rather have sister serve me in bed."
A blush spread across Tian Qingya's pretty face, and she scolded, "Get lost, saying such things in broad daylight."
Shen Lang said, "Why can't I say it in broad daylight? Sister is my wife, what's wrong with saying some intimate things?"
Tian Qingya suppressed her embarrassment and said, "Those aren't intimate things, they're just lewd talk, you little rascal, you're just bullying your sister!"
Shen Lang chuckled and said, "Sister, after you've washed up, can I bully you a little?"
Tian Qingya couldn't help but burst out laughing, and said coquettishly, "You little pervert, see if I don't hit you!"
Saying that, she picked up a spoon and pretended to hit him. Shen Lang laughed and dodged, pleading, "Good sister, it was just a joke, just a joke!"
Tian Qingya wasn't really going to hit him; she gave Shen Lang a charming sidelong glance and continued washing.
Shen Lang leaned against the kitchen doorway, watching Tian Qingya busy herself, when suddenly he remembered something and asked, "By the way, sister, how's the deal with Chengjia Village going?"
Tian Qingya replied, "Almost done. According to the plan, you and You Ran are going to sign the contract today."
Shen Lang exclaimed, "So soon? Why didn't you call me, sister? If I hadn't come today, you wouldn't have told me, would you?"
Tian Qingya smiled and said, "It's not heavy work. You Ran and I can go. The company has cars and drivers." Shen Lang said, "I..." Now that the college entrance exam is over, and I have nothing else to do, I'll go with my sister. It's been so long since I've been back to Chengjia Village; I still love Aunt Cheng's multigrain pancakes."
Tian Qingya asked, "Multigrain pancakes?"
Tian Qingya was puzzled, so Shen Lang explained enthusiastically, gesturing wildly, "They're thin pancakes made with multigrain flour, about this big, then spread with a special sweet bean sauce, sprinkled with chopped green onions and pickled vegetables. If you like, you can add some chili sauce; it's simply a rare delicacy!"
Tian Qingya listened to Shen... Shen Lang, describing the dish, laughed and said, "You make it sound so good, I'd like to try it too. Or, I could learn how to make it from Aunt Cheng when I go there, and then make it for you when I get back, okay?"
Shen Lang beamed and said, "Oh, that would be wonderful! With your skillful hands, you'll definitely learn it in no time. I'm in for a treat! My dear wife, you
're so good, I love you to death!" Tian Qingya felt a sweet warmth in her heart and chuckled, "Am I really that good?"
Shen Lang walked over, gently embraced Tian Qingya, and kissed her delicate pink neck, saying: "Sister, you're so wonderful. There's no wife as perfect as you in the world. I will love you for a lifetime, no, I've reserved you for all my future lives!"
Tian Qingya enjoyed her lover's kiss, savoring this rare moment of happiness, wishing time could stand still at this moment...
Before heading to Chengjia Village, Shen Lang and Tian Qingya first went to buy some things as gifts for the village. It had been a long time since they'd been there, and Shen Lang couldn't go empty-handed. If Tian Qingya hadn't reminded him, he wouldn't have remembered. After shopping, the two went to the company.
The company was running smoothly, everything seemed so well-organized, filling Shen Lang with gratitude towards Tian Qingya, and also a sense of pride. His wife was elegant in public, skilled in the kitchen, and even better in bed—capable in both domestic and public life, someone he could take out and bring home. Where could he find such a perfect wife? Heaven had truly been kind to him, Shen Lang.
Shen Lang met Xia Youran at nine o'clock in the morning. The beautiful young woman was making preparations for the trip, loading some essentials into the Mercedes-Benz van.
It was sunrise, and golden sunlight bathed Xia Youran, making her silhouette radiant and dreamlike. In just a few days, Xia Youran's complexion had improved significantly. Her already delicate skin now glowed with a rosy glow, so tender it seemed almost dewy. She wore light makeup, her features delicate and refined, giving her a fresh and charming appearance. She
wore a light green dress with a small pink flower detail at the front, adding a touch of vibrancy and life to the outfit. Her hair was styled in a bun, secured with a small silver hairpin, which not only made her look more energetic but also elevated her overall aura.
Shen Lang sensed that Xia Youran was consciously or unconsciously imitating Tian Qingya, from her clothing to her demeanor—everywhere she looked, there was a subtle, unspoken implication. Shen Lang wasn't stupid; he could sense it.
Xia Youran felt a little embarrassed upon seeing Shen Lang, a blush creeping across her face, her expression showing a hint of excitement. However, upon seeing Tian Qingya linking arms with Shen Lang, her expression darkened slightly, but she quickly recovered and said softly, "Good morning, Ms. Tian, Mr. Shen."
Xia Youran was indeed somewhat disappointed. She remembered that Shen Lang had promised to visit her often, but now it seemed that it was probably just a polite remark. He was Ms. Tian's boyfriend; what did it mean for him to visit her often? But Xia Youran couldn't control her slightly aching heart; even her voice carried a bittersweet tone, though only she could hear it.
Tian Qingya smiled and said, "Yes, the rest these past few days has gone well. Is your leg injury completely healed?"
Xia Youran replied, "Yes, yes, it's basically healed. As long as I don't do anything too strenuous, it'll be fine. Mr. Tian is going on a business trip today, so I can't stay home any longer." Shen Lang said, "Your complexion looks great, just like the weather today, sunny and bright."
Xia Youran thought to herself, "It's all thanks to you. You've helped me resolve my inner conflict." However, she still felt a little resentful. She had deliberately dressed up today, but you only noticed her complexion and didn't see her new clothes?
"Thank you, Mr. Shen. I owe you so much for that day."
Xia Youran took out a delicate little box from her purse and continued, "If it weren't for you, I would have been bullied by that old scoundrel. I've been recuperating at home these past few days and haven't had a chance to treat you to a meal. I bought you a tie yesterday as a token of my gratitude. Mr. Tian, you don't mind, do you?"
Tian Qingya smiled and said, "Of course I do! Shen Lang, it's for you, take it!"
Shen Lang smiled and took it, opened it, and said, "Thank you, Youran. I really like it." Tian Qingya asked, "Youran, what about that scoundrel you mentioned?"
Xia Youran said "Oh," and for some reason, perhaps subconsciously not wanting more people to know about her past, she didn't reveal everything, simply saying, "I encountered some scoundrels on my way home, but luckily Shen Lang chased them away."
Strictly speaking, this wasn't a lie, but Xia Youran's eyes still flickered, showing a hint of guilt.
Tian Qingya, being incredibly clever, knew there must be some inside story, but she wasn't the type to pry. She skillfully changed the subject, saying, "You Ran, is everything ready? If so, let's set off now."
Xia Youran, almost unconsciously, asked, "Is Mr. Shen coming with us too?"
Shen Lang replied, "Yes, I'm coming too, to be your driver! But Youran, didn't I tell you not to call me Mr. Shen anymore? I'm not used to it. You can call me Shen Lang, or Brother Lang, that's fine too. Calling me 'Mr.' sounds too formal and distant. You and President Tian are in a superior-subordinate relationship, but we're friends."
Xia Youran was stunned, then her heart sank. Friends? Yes, perhaps we can only be friends for life.
“Okay, I’ll call you Brother Lang then, President Tian, is that alright?”
Tian Qingya smiled. “You silly girl, don’t ask me about everything. Although Shen Lang is my boyfriend, I don’t interfere with his freedom to date.”
Xia Youran smiled sweetly. “Thank you, President Tian!”
Tian Qingya laughed again. “It’s nothing, you should still say thank you.” Xia Youran smiled without saying anything, but she felt a little sweet inside. At least she could openly call him “brother” now. In our mountains, “brother” means lover. …
Three hours later, the Mercedes-Benz van left the national highway and drove onto a dirt road. They were now approaching Chengjia Village. The winding dirt road snaked around the mountainside, with countless twists and turns.
Although the road conditions were poor, the scenery along the way was beautiful, with green mountains and clear waters.
Tian Qingya said, "Honey, the scenery here is really beautiful, but there are mountains everywhere, so where is there any farmland?"
Shen Lang laughed and said, "Don't worry, sister, you'll soon see what a hidden paradise looks like. After this big bend, and around that mountain ridge, there's a large basin behind us, covering an area of more than 10 square kilometers. A small river runs through the middle of it, and the village is right next to the river. That's right, it's this river." As
he spoke, Shen Lang pointed to the small river that ran almost parallel to the mountain road. The river was about 20 or 30 meters wide, with clear water and a gentle current. Occasionally, you could see a bamboo raft passing by.
Tian Qingya said, "Really? That sounds exciting! But the road definitely needs repairing, otherwise transportation will be a big problem."
Shen Lang said, "Sister, I've thought about it. There's no rush to repair the road. It's a huge investment, and it seems unrealistic to expect the government to invest. After all, there aren't any worthwhile development projects nearby—no mines, no tourist attractions. The profit-driven government won't do something that loses money. So, the company and the village can only work together to repair it. The company will fund it, and the village will provide the labor. But with the company's current financial resources, that's not realistic. Things will definitely have to be delayed. But isn't there this river? The national highway is just 10 miles away." "We can build a simple dock along the national highway. The transport volume isn't very large in the short term anyway, so boats will suffice. We can build the road later when the company's finances allow,"
Tian Qingya agreed. "Yes, that's a good idea. I don't think the river is shallow."
Shen Lang said, "I observed this when we were filming here. The river is at least three or four meters deep in the dry winter, and in the summer, it can reach over ten meters, enough for transport."

Chapter 208: The Simplicity of a Mountain Village
. When the car arrived at the village entrance, the group found a large crowd gathered there. Standing at the front was Cheng Guangyuan, the village chief.
As soon as the three got out of the car, firecrackers went off, and even more exaggeratedly, there were people banging gongs and drums. The scene was incredibly lively, like a New Year's celebration.
Shen Lang and Tian Qingya quickly went over to greet them, feeling flattered by the scene.
Shen Lang grasped Cheng Guangyuan's hand and said, "Uncle Cheng, how could I accept such a compliment? It seems everyone is treating us like members of the Spirit Path."
Cheng Guangyuan laughed, "Little Shen, you're joking. Spirit Path members don't receive this treatment. Everyone appreciates your kindness and came to greet us. I told them there were too many people and the city girls would laugh at us, but I couldn't stop them." Tian Qingya said, "Uncle Cheng, what are you saying? I'm also from a poor family. We're all family here. If Shen Lang treats this place like home, then it's my home too. I wouldn't be used to being treated like a guest at home."
Cheng Guangyuan laughed, "Ms. Tian, you're too kind. Alright, alright, I'll just say I misspoke, haha."
Shen Lang was moved by the scene. The people here were as simple and lovely as the mountains. A sincere heart could bring immense gratitude.
"Thank you all for your trust. This grain seed base was decided long ago. With your support, I guarantee that within five years, everyone will be living in a small villa. This is my promise, Shen Lang, and I'm making it clear today. If I can't keep it, feel free to beat me with rolling pins!"
Hearing Shen Lang's promise, the villagers clapped enthusiastically, even more enthusiastically than the firecrackers earlier. Shen Lang continued, "Last time I fell off a cliff here, Chengjia Village saved me, giving me a second life. I also appreciate your kindness. I, Shen Lang, am an orphan, Chengjia Village is my home, and you are my parents and brothers. As long as you believe in me, our future will definitely get better and better!"
Another round of enthusiastic applause followed.
Tian Qingya and Xia Youran were both captivated by Shen Lang's spirited demeanor. They both felt the same way—marrying such a man would be a blessing. Although the two women shared the same thoughts, their feelings were different; one was already inside the door, while the other remained outside.
"Let me introduce you all. This is my girlfriend, Tian Qingya, the general manager of our Qingtian Company. This is Ms. Tian's secretary, Xia Youran. If you have any questions about the contract, you can consult them. You can also contact them to sign the contract. As for me, I'm just a free man. I took the opportunity to come back and see everyone, and also brought some educational materials—a few hundred books—as well as a few computers and some teaching aids for the village primary school. Please don't mind."
The crowd applauded again, especially the children, who clapped loudly. They had only heard of computers from teachers and seen them on TV; this was the first time they had actually seen one. Cheng Guangyuan said repeatedly, "Okay, okay, let's go home quickly, have some tea, and rest."
Tian Qingya smiled and said, "Uncle Cheng, no need to trouble yourself. We drove here, we're not tired at all. I think this place is nice, quite cool. I was wondering if we could have some tables brought over so we can all sign the contract here."
Cheng Guangyuan said, "Sure, sure."
He then called over several strong men to carry the tables and chairs to the nearby village primary school.
Tian Qingya said, "Let me read the contents of the contract to everyone first. We value openness and transparency. If there's anything you don't understand, I'll explain it to you." Chen Guangyuan said, "President Tian, you're being too polite. We're like family with Xiao Shen. We don't do any of that nonsense. Just line up and sign. Anyone who dares to object, I'll break their legs. Actually, if Xiao Shen hadn't insisted, I would have said we didn't even want this contract."
Tian Qingya said, "Uncle Cheng, you can just call me Xiao Tian. Calling me President Tian is too formal."
Cheng Guangyuan smiled憨厚ly and said, "Okay, okay."
Soon, tables and chairs were brought over, and the villagers began to sign the contracts in an orderly manner, forming a long queue. They continued signing after lunch, and it wasn't until after 4 p.m. that they finished signing contracts for more than 800 households. Everyone except Shen Lang, that monster, was exhausted. In the end, Shen Lang simply did the work for them. After signing the contract, Cheng Guangyuan said, "Little Shen, Little Tian, and Miss Xia, now that the important business is done, don't rush off. It's not easy for you to come all this way, so stay a couple more days in the village. Although the village is poor, it has plenty of treasures—mountain delicacies, wild game, and fish and shrimp in the river. Try them all."
Shen Lang laughed, "Of course, of course."
Tian and Xia found it amusing that Shen Lang was mimicking Cheng Guangyuan's way of speaking and couldn't help but laugh. Their laughter captivated many of the village's young men, who secretly envied Shen Lang's good fortune.
After dinner, Cheng Guangyuan arranged accommodations for the three of them—a new house his son had prepared for his wedding. The three felt very embarrassed, but unable to refuse his hospitality, they had no choice but to stay. The courtyard was about an acre in size, with three main rooms, red brick and blue tile roofs, a separate kitchen, and a small pigsty, though there were no pigs there yet. Various fruit trees grew in the large courtyard, and beneath them, a variety of vegetables grew lush and green, crisp and juicy, enough to whet one's appetite at a glance.
Tian Qingya exclaimed, "Shen Lang, look, the environment here is so nice, and there are so many green vegetables! When we get back, I'm going to plant vegetables in our yard too, then we won't have to buy vegetables anymore."
Shen Lang said, "We don't lack the money to buy vegetables." Tian Qingya said, "Eating homegrown vegetables is more about the experience, and it's safer. No pesticides, no fertilizers, just growing them without eating them, it's so pleasing to the eye."
Xia Youran also looked on with longing, "I really want a small yard too, but unfortunately I bought a low-rise apartment. I don't even have a garden, let alone a yard."
Shen Lang laughed, "You could renovate the balcony. I remember your balcony is quite large; you could plant a little more, no problem. " "Your balcony isn't in a good location; it faces north and doesn't get enough sunlight. You could grow some shade-loving vegetables there."
Xia Youran suddenly realized, her face lighting up with a smile. "Oh dear, I'm so silly, I didn't even think of that! I'll decorate it when I get back. By the way, Brother Lang, could you help me out?"
Actually, decorating the balcony wasn't difficult; it wasn't hard work. But Xia Youran just couldn't resist wanting Shen Lang to come over. Even just once would be nice. She really longed for some opportunities to be alone with Shen Lang. She knew in her heart that Shen Lang had some feelings for her, but he wasn't in love with her yet. If she didn't have a chance to be alone with him, how could they possibly develop their relationship further?
Shen Lang said, "Of course, no problem. I have experience and can teach you how to plant them so they grow well."
Xia Youran said proudly, "I don't need Brother Lang to teach me. I've been farming with my mother since I was three. What kind of vegetable can't I grow?"
Shen Lang patted his head and laughed, "Haha, I forgot about that. You're really showing off your limited skills." At this moment, Tian Qingya asked curiously, "Xiao Ran, you started working in the fields when you were three? What can a three-year-old do?"
Upon hearing this, Xia Youran's smile faltered, as if she was recalling those nightmarish days and didn't know how to answer Tian Qingya's question.
Seeing Xia Youran's face turn very pale, Tian Qingya knew it must have reminded her of something unpleasant, and hurriedly said, "Xiao Ran, I'm sorry, I might have reminded you of something unpleasant."
Xia Youran suddenly looked up and smiled, "It's okay, those things are all in the past. Actually, it's nothing, and there's nothing to hide. I haven't considered you an outsider for a long time, you're like my own sister."
Tian Qingya was an easily moved woman, and suddenly felt her nose tingle, saying, "Xiao Ran, although I don't know about your past, I promise that our future will be better and better. I will treat you like a younger sister." "I'll treat you like a sister."
Xia Youran's eyes were filled with tears as she said, "I believe you, thank you, sister!"
Tian Qingya said, "Shen Lang, why don't you take Xiaoran for a walk to clear her head? I've already arranged with Aunt Cheng to learn how to make multigrain pancakes at her place. She said she'll make a lot these next few days so I can take some back for my friends to try."
Shen Lang said, "That would be great. I'll take Youran for a stroll in the back mountain. It's quite fun there at night. Youran, are you interested in going?"
Xia Youran was naturally more than happy to oblige. She cherished every opportunity to be with Shen Lang, especially this chance to be alone with him, which was truly rare. Even if it was just for a moment, Xia Youran thought.

Chapter 209 The Tranquil Back Mountain
Shen Lang didn't take Xia Youran to the higher peaks outside the village. Firstly, it was too far, taking an hour to walk round trip; secondly, it was too dangerous, very high and steep, unsuitable for a walk, but suitable for exercise. ^^ However, since they had just finished dinner, probably no one wanted to go hiking for exercise.
The two went to the small hills on the outskirts of the village. The hills were only about 20 or 30 meters high, with gentle curves, like a woman's breasts when she lies down. The lines were soft, and the scenery was superb. The lush greenery gave people a refreshing feeling, making it perfect for an after-dinner stroll and rest.
Summer days are long, so it gets dark late. Although it's already past seven in the evening, the sun has only just set, with a few dazzling rays lingering on the western horizon. The fiery clouds, taking advantage of the moment, proudly transform into various strange shapes, flaunting their short but magnificent existence. The two walked up the winding path, stopping frequently to look around.
The temperature drops quickly in the mountains; dew has already begun to gather on the tips of the roadside grass. A slight chill seems to rise from the depths of the earth, and a faint mist rises in the distance, adding a touch of mystery and tranquility to the mountain landscape.
Xia Youran followed quietly beside Shen Lang like a little girl. She longed to link her arm with Shen Lang's and rest her head on his shoulder, like Tian Qingya had, but she didn't dare. Instead, her own thoughts made her mind a jumbled mess. Shen Lang didn't notice Xia Youran's unusual behavior. He occasionally introduced her to the surrounding terrain and shared anecdotes from filming there before. Xia Youran rarely interrupted, listening quietly, occasionally asking a question or two, but mostly trying to be a good listener.
From Xia Youran's perspective, Shen Lang's figure was tall and imposing, made even more majestic by the fiery red sunset clouds behind him. The more Xia Youran looked at him, the more mesmerized she felt, thinking, "How wonderful it would be if I could hide in his arms and let him hold me as we walked through this picturesque countryside!"
But that was just a dream.
Wearing a short-sleeved t-shirt, Xia Youran felt the air getting cooler and unconsciously started to hug her arms.
Shen Lang casually turned his head and saw Xia Youran with her arms crossed. He secretly regretted his decision; he hadn't been up the mountain for a long time and had forgotten that the temperature dropped quickly in the mountains. As soon as the sun went down, it would soon turn from summer to autumn. He hurriedly took off his coat and draped it over Xia Youran, saying, "I forgot it's cool on the mountain. You're from the mountains yourself, how could you forget?"
Xia Youran felt a sweet warmth in her heart and smiled sweetly at Shen Lang, saying, "Thank you, Brother Lang!"
She didn't answer Shen Lang's question; in truth, she couldn't answer it. Her heart was already with Shen Lang, how could she have thought of bringing an extra layer of clothing?
"What's this?"
Xia Youran suddenly saw a small, bluish-purple flower. The flower was slightly spherical, about the size of an egg, fuzzy, and looked particularly beautiful. She couldn't help but reach out to touch it. Hearing this, Shen Lang turned around and saw Xia Youran reaching for the flower. He was startled and rushed over, pulling her towards him. Due to the excessive force, he pulled her into his arms.
Xia Youran was bewildered by Shen Lang's actions, not knowing what had happened. She nestled in Shen Lang's arms, not daring to breathe, staring wide-eyed at him.
Shen Lang, still a little shaken, said, "You can't touch that thing. It's called Iron Thorn, and its flower is called Thorn Flower. It looks pretty, but it's actually terrifying. You see, its flower head is made up of tiny purple hairs. It looks beautiful, but if you get even a little bit of those purple hairs on you, you'll get a huge patch of itchy bumps that swell up and don't go down for three days." Xia Youran asked fearfully, "How can it be so scary? Why don't we just pull it off?"
Shen Lang said, "It makes people get bumps just to protect itself, to prevent people from easily provoking it. In fact, everything has its purpose. It's a good medicine for treating livestock dysentery. Just pick off its flower head, dry it, and add a little to the feed when livestock have dysentery, and they'll recover quickly. People in the mountains don't have veterinarians, but you could say everyone is a veterinarian. Livestock often eat green fodder, so dysentery is a frequent occurrence. We can't do without it." "Blooming these tiny thorn flowers."
Xia Youran said with a hint of admiration, "Brother Lang, how do you know so much?"
Shen Lang laughed, "Where? Last time our crew was filming here, a guy from the props department saw these flowers and thought they were pretty, so he wanted to pick some to use as a backdrop. But he accidentally got some on himself, and soon he broke out in rashes all over his body. He was rushed to the hospital that night and had to get antidote injections for three days before the rashes went away. You don't know how scary it was, one rashe after another, and he got so swollen." Xia Youran became more and more frightened as she listened, hugging Shen Lang tightly, saying, "Brother Lang, please stop, it's so scary."
Shen Lang finally realized the problem. Xia Youran was hugging him tightly, so he gave her his jacket, but she only wore it on. The part of her chest that was in direct contact with him was still just a thin t-shirt, and the beautiful touch of her two full breasts was completely exposed to Shen Lang.
Shen Lang didn't know how to handle this situation. Xia Youran was filled with lingering fear, hugging him for comfort. How could he push her away? But not pushing Shen Lang away felt too much to bear. Feeling those two soft mounds and smelling her faint fragrance, it was really tiring. She didn't know where to put her arms, frozen in mid-air. Xia Youran hugged Shen Lang tightly, gradually realizing what was happening. She felt incredibly shy and a little uneasy. Would Brother Lang push her away? Or think she was a bad woman? But she really didn't mean to not seduce him; it was just…
Regardless, Xia Youran was grateful for the hug. From that pull and tug, she clearly felt Shen Lang's anxiety and concern. He genuinely cared about her. Whatever his motives, Xia Youran valued this care. She cared about every word Shen Lang said, every opinion he had of her, and even this hug. An indescribable feeling rose from her chest. Xia Youran felt only shyness, not reluctance. She even gently shifted her body, hoping to let this man feel more of her softness.
Shen Lang quickly noticed this subtle movement, and it successfully aroused him. Xia Youran clearly felt Shen Lang's breathing become rapid, and his hands gradually lowered, coincidentally landing on her firm, shapely buttocks. Startled
, Xia Youran let out a soft moan, her body immediately going limp and slumping downwards. Shen Lang quickly pulled the beauty into his arms and sat down, Xia Youran half-curling in his embrace, her pretty face flushed. Just as
Shen Lang was about to say something, Xia Youran suddenly silenced him with her lips, their soft bodies gently pressing together, a captivating fragrance wafting over.
Shen Lang already had feelings for Xia Youran, and the previous lingering embrace had nearly exhausted his willpower. Now, kissed by the beauty, he naturally didn't hold back, turning the tables and laying her down on his lap before kissing her deeply…

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