Urban Shen Lang (Complete) - Chapter 38

Chapter 304 Four Divine Beasts
Haha, September has passed again. Thank you all for giving me another month's worth of groceries. In these days of skyrocketing vegetable prices, I will always remember this kindness!
Happy National Day to everyone! Eat well, drink well, play well, and have a good time!
Just a quick note: the second half of this chapter is a bit of a joke, purely for entertainment, please don't take it seriously. /—————————————————————————————— When Shen Lang returned to the courtyard, it was already past six in the afternoon. Tian Qingya and Hu Luoluo were cooking. The table was already full of dishes, and they were almost finished, otherwise there would be no room to put them.
Smelling the rich aroma of the food, Shen Lang happily said, "What delicious food did you make? Let me try some first!"
Tian Qingya slapped away Shen Lang's hand, gave him a coquettish look, and said, "Go wash your hands!"
Shen Lang chuckled and obediently went to wash his hands.
"Why did you make so many dishes?"
Shen Lang asked. Tian Qingya smiled and said, "You got good grades, let's celebrate!"
Shen Lang asked, "Where are Qingxi and Qingyan? Why aren't they back yet?"
Tian Qingya replied, "Oh, I forgot to mention, they called to say they were doing some summer social practice, and they ran off to some remote mountain village. They left in such a hurry they didn't even come home."
Shen Lang said with a hint of regret, "Sigh, you should have said so earlier! They should have come to our company for their internship. We're short of talent. Why send them to some remote mountain village? It's dangerous."
Tian Qingya said, "It's good to let them see the world. They shouldn't be like those hothouse flowers, all they know how to do is take exams and nothing else. Besides, we shouldn't be like Xiyan said, favoring relatives and friends. What can those two girls do? They'll just be freeloaders, which will make people..." "That's a joke,"
Shen Lang said. "As long as you can talk, you can be a saleswoman. Haven't you noticed how good their skin is? Even if they don't say anything, just standing there makes all the young women and housewives passing by envious. Who doesn't like being pretty these days?"
Tian Qingya laughed, "Come on, you produce foundation, not whitening cream." Shen Lang said, "Sister, you don't know this, do you? Our foundation is a super foundation. Besides being long-lasting, it can also beautify your skin. I'll get you a few bottles to try tomorrow... But I think I'll pass. Your skin is already amazing. Using makeup might even have the opposite effect."
Tian Qingya was overjoyed. No woman dislikes hearing praise from her beloved. At this moment, Hu Luoluo brought over the last soup, beaming with delight, "All done! We can eat now!"
Shen Lang asked, somewhat surprised, "You made this?"
Hu Luoluo replied proudly, "Of course!"
Shen Lang said, "Not bad, not bad. You've already achieved three-tenths of your sister Ya's skill. Keep up the good work!"
Hu Luoluo pouted, "Sister Ya has run a restaurant before, so naturally I can't compare." Tian Qingya suddenly asked, "By the way, what exactly happened earlier? I'm still a little worried."
Shen Lang said, "Good sister, don't worry. This is just a private matter by a real estate company. The government hasn't included this area in the old city redevelopment plan yet, so don't worry, it's alright. They won't dare to force it." "Whoever dares to demolish our house, I'll break their bones first!"
Hu Luoluo waved her fist and said, "That's right, anyone who dares to come looking for trouble will have to face my fists first."
Shen Lang asked, "Luoluo, how's your practice of the boxing manual I gave you last time?"
Hu Luoluo said proudly, "I wouldn't say I've mastered it, but it's almost there. How about you spar with someone a few times, brother?"
Shen Lang said, "Sure, but we need to eat first. We can spar tomorrow."
Hu Luoluo wrinkled her little nose and said, "Hmph, brother, are you afraid of getting beaten to a pulp?"
Shen Lang: "I suppose so. I've been wandering around all afternoon, I'm so hungry. I'll eat first!"...
After dinner, Shen Lang chatted with Tian Qingya for a while and then came out. Pregnant women tend to be sleepy, so Tian Qingya went to bed early. Shen Lang returned to his room… which was originally Hu Luoluo's room, the west wing. However, after Hu Luoluo left, Shen Lang occupied it, while Tian Qingya lived in the east wing. Hu Tie's main room, facing south, remained, all his belongings still neatly arranged, as a memorial to the old man.
“Hmm?”
Had he gone to the wrong room?
“Girl, why are you sleeping in my room?”
Shen Lang saw Hu Luoluo lying on the bed, only her head peeking out. She was staring at him with wide eyes, her gaze indescribably seductive, as if she'd been trained in a brothel for years.
“Brother, don't forget, this room originally belonged to her!”
Hu Luoluo threw herself at him repeatedly, like a dead fish rolling its eyes.
“What's wrong with you? Did you get something in your eyes?”
Shen Lang asked, puzzled. “What?”
Hu Luoluo's heart nearly shattered. She said aggrievedly, “Brother, can't you see I'm throwing you seductive glances?”
“Throwing seductive glances?”
Shen Lang almost fainted. Was this how you threw seductive glances? Anyone who didn't know better would think she was mentally unstable.
"Luo Luo is so pretty, why does she need to flirt?"
Shen Lang said with a sneer. "But this flirting is a bit off."
"How could that be? Xiao Yan taught me..."
At this point, Hu Luo Luo hurriedly stopped, saying guiltily, "I promised Xiao Yan I wouldn't tell..."
"Haha..."
Shen Lang laughed and said, "She's probably just joking with you. That's not flirting, it's rolling your eyes, haha... I'm dying of laughter."
Hu Luo Luo was embarrassed and angry, her pretty face turning red, and she said stubbornly, "Bad brother, don't laugh. You bad Xiao Yan, I'll get my revenge on him tomorrow!"
Shen Lang said, "Then hurry up and rest, so you'll be well-rested for revenge tomorrow. Since you're sleeping here, I'll go sleep in Qing Xi and Qing Yan's room." Hu Luo Luo immediately refused, saying pitifully, "Brother, please don't go, okay? Luo Luo wants to sleep with you." "Let's sleep together."
Shen Lang said somewhat awkwardly, "Luo Luo, you..."
Hu Luo Luo said, "Brother promised me last time that if Luo Luo got into university, I would...do that kind of thing with her."
As she spoke, Hu Luo Luo's face turned as red as a plum. She couldn't hold back any longer, covered her head with the blanket, and continued, "Brother, take Luo Luo, otherwise...I won't be able to hold my head up in front of Xiao Yan. You've already done it with her, why won't you do it with Luo Luo?"
Shen Lang was actually a little tempted, but for some reason, he always felt like he was committing a crime.
Shen Lang jumped onto the bed and said, "Luo Luo, it's not that I don't want to, but... you know, someone's eyeing our house. They might come to do bad things tonight, so I have to be vigilant." Hu Luo Luo thought it made sense and excitedly asked, "Really?"
Shen Lang replied very seriously, "Yes!"
Hu Luo Luo said, "Great! We won't sleep tonight. We'll wait for those bad guys to come. I'm worried about not having a place to test my new moves!"
Shen Lang said, "It's okay. You tell me, I'll keep an eye on things. Otherwise, you won't be energetic when the bad guys come, will you?"
Hu Luo Luo said, "But I'm so excited right now, I can't sleep... How about I tell you a story?"
Shen Lang looked distressed: "I don't think I know how to tell stories."
Hu Luoluo said, "Then just tell me whatever you want. Luoluo has a low threshold for laughter and is easily satisfied."
Shen Lang said, "Okay, let me think... Hmm, I'll tell you a story about four divine beasts."
"What four divine beasts?"
"The four ancient divine beasts!"
"Don't people usually say four 'great' divine beasts? How did it become four 'kinds'?"
"Don't interrupt, okay? How can a divine beast only have one? How does it reproduce? So, even if it's a divine beast, it must be mass-produced, at least it needs a parent, right?"
"Uh... that seems to make sense." "Of course that makes sense. Don't interrupt, listen carefully, or I won't tell you."
"Okay, okay, I promise I won't interrupt, brother, tell me quickly!"
"Okay, okay, then I'll start telling you. Long, long ago, on the ancient and mysterious Mount Intenite, lived four divine beasts..."
"Mount Intenite? Why does that sound like a foreign mountain?"
"Well... in ancient times, the pronunciation of Old Chinese was different from now, so it could only be transliterated. Yes, transliterated, so it was called Intnet Mountain. If translated literally, it would be called Hulian Mountain, because many different ethnic groups of Hu people lived in that mountain at that time, so it was called Hulian Mountain." "Oh, so it's a primitive tribal myth. That's great, continue!"
"Speaking of this Internet Mountain, also known as Hulian Mountain, there live four ancient mythical beasts, each with extraordinary powers.
The first one is called the Centipede-Wandering Ape, a hybrid offspring of a centipede, a wild duck, and a black ape. Therefore, its characteristics are a large mouth, many limbs, and an entirely black body, even its heart is black. It is good at eating and drinking, ferocious and cruel, cold-blooded and ruthless, and its unique fighting technique is violent.
There is a variant of the Centipede-Wandering Ape that not only has a large mouth and 250 legs, but also has an orange tube with a diameter of 10 centimeters near its mouth, which sucks blood, sweat, and fat. It is extremely cruel and is known as the 'Orange Tube.' If you encounter the 'Orange Tube,' be prepared to meet your maker."
"Wow, how cruel! It's even more ferocious than vampires and werewolves. I really worry about those Hu people."
Hu Luoluo's face turned pale with fright. Shen Lang said, "Actually, the Centipede Ape isn't the most powerful. Next is a divine beast called the Yame Butterfly, three feet long with eight feet of wings, hence also called the Three-Eight Beast. It's a flying beast that likes to make a 'Yame Butterfly... Yame Butterfly...' sound during battle, hence its name. The Yame Butterfly's unique combat skill is releasing Heavenly Yin Poison Water, or Yin Water for short. It has an extremely strong aphrodisiac effect, instantly causing people to lose their senses and become uncontrollable, ultimately leading to death from exhaustion! It's the Centipede Ape's natural enemy."
Hu Luoluo said, "Truly, everything has its counter. If there's nothing to restrain them, they're invincible." "Yes!"
Shen Lang said, "Of course, the third type is called the Blood-Drinking Wolf. It's over 100 meters long, its body as hard as iron. It's said to be a hybrid of a dark bat and a ground rat, and it specializes in sucking the blood of humans and animals, hence the name 'Blood-Drinking Wolf.' In ancient times, during the Xia Dynasty, because this beast was enormous and incredibly hard, it was mass-produced, and its carcasses were used to create the world's premier mode of transportation, known as the 'Blood-Drinking Train,' officially called the 'Harmony Train.' It could carry 1000 people at full speed, traveling 1000 kilometers by day and 800 by night, though it was a bit pricey. But don't misunderstand, it's not like the modern train..." "The 'Harmony' train isn't the same species."
Hu Luoluo said, "That's a bit far-fetched, isn't it? Trains existed in the Xia Dynasty?"
Shen Lang said, "The wisdom of the ancients is boundless. For example, some ancient buildings and artifacts can't be recreated even with today's technology, showing that the ancients were smarter than modern people. Besides, we're telling a story, so let's not be so serious, okay?"
Hu Luoluo said, "Okay then, brother, continue. These mythical beasts are really interesting."
Shen Lang said, "Of course! There are so many ancient mythical beasts not mentioned in the Classic of Mountains and Seas. The fourth beast we're going to talk about is the Jiba Cat..." This cat is entirely white, resembling a tiger, and is commonly known as the White Tiger. Because it's about the size of a cat and likes to associate with a prehistoric monster called the Jiba, it's also called the Jiba Cat. In battle, its size swells dozens of times, and its unique fighting technique is "Direct Attack to the Heart of the Demon." Its signature moves include "Old Man Pushing a Cart," "Old Tree Roots," "Guanyin Sitting on a Lotus," and "Upside-Down Golden Hook," all possessing immense power. It is said that officials in the Xia Dynasty particularly loved keeping Jiba Cats as pets. There's a saying:
"If you haven't kept a Jiba Cat in your life, you've wasted your time in officialdom." Those were standard aristocratic pets; commoners couldn't keep them. Keeping one was illegal and punishable by the torture of "branding with hot irons"... "The ancients were so barbaric, inventing such cruel punishments! Wouldn't they have roasted people alive?
" "Absolutely! Things are much more civilized now. Even corrupt officials might be abolished from the death penalty. What a great era! Don't you think?"
"Yes, yes, we're so lucky to live now!"

Chapter 305: The Night
Kingdom of Luo Luo - Happy Plot! Hope this chapter is also happy! "Brother, were those four mythical beasts you told me about just made up? The more I listen, the more absurd it seems; it's practically pure nonsense." After hearing Shen Lang's story about the "four mythical beasts," Hu Luoluo began to doubt its veracity. She gradually sensed something subtly off in his words—"Internet Hu Lianshan"? It's clearly the internet.
Shen Lang chuckled, "Stories, of course, have fictional elements. If everything were true, what would be the point? Fiction is the greatest charm of a story. Are you going to write a paper to prove it?"
Hu Luoluo playfully pushed Shen Lang, pouting, "No, brother, you always exaggerate like that! I just think this story has a modern feel to it, a very eerie feeling. The Xia Dynasty? It sounds like our China..."
"Shh—"
Shen Lang quickly stopped Hu Luoluo, "Quiet, quiet, don't talk about state affairs. Haven't you heard how tense things are right now? Many netizens and writers have been arrested for writing... But, this is our home, nobody can hear us. I still want to say something: history always repeats itself. Things from the past still have some lessons to offer, don't they?"
Hu Luoluo chuckled, "Yeah, I agree. Brother is so knowledgeable and wise. Everything you say makes so much sense, just like our teacher." Shen Lang immediately looked embarrassed. He clearly heard the teasing in Hu Luoluo's tone and said self-deprecatingly, "What knowledge? Your brother didn't even graduate high school. Don't flatter me!"
Hu Luoluo chuckled, "No, Luoluo really admires brother and likes brother so much. This flattery comes from the bottom of my heart. In this world, Luoluo only flatters brother."
"Cough cough...uh, good horse fart, good horse fart...cough cough..."
"Brother, why are you coughing? Did I say something wrong again?"
"No, no, my Luo Luo is smart, understanding, gentle, and beautiful. How could I say I said something wrong?"
"Really? Is she really that good?"
"Of course, who says she isn't?"
"She's so good, so does brother like her?"
"Cough cough...Luo Luo is so good, how could brother not like her?"
"Then how can you prove it?"
"Proof? Do you need to prove you like someone?"
"Of course! Luo Luo remembers brother once said something: love is shown through actions, not words. Talking and farting are essentially the same; they're both air vibrations caused by the release of gas from the body. The only difference is the source of the vibration. So, no matter who it is, you can't believe what they say."
"Ah...did I say something like that?"
“Of course, maybe it’s because you’re too wise, brother, and you’ve said too many truths, so I can’t remember them all.”
“Okay, I surrender. How do you want to prove it?”
“I want to kiss you, brother…”
Hu Luoluo’s face turned bright red as she said this. Recalling the passionate kiss she had with Shen Lang last time, she couldn’t suppress her shyness, and her body trembled uncontrollably.
“Well… okay…”
Shen Lang couldn’t bear to go against Hu Luoluo’s wishes, so he readily agreed. In fact, he also liked Hu Luoluo’s little mouth; it was as if it were coated with honey, fragrant and sweet.
“Brother, can you hug me first? Luoluo misses your embrace so much; it feels so warm…”
Hu Luoluo pleaded softly, her voice filled with endless longing.
So, Shen Lang hugged Hu Luoluo tightly, pressing her body against his chest.
At this moment, Hu Luoluo was only wearing a silk nightgown, without even underwear, seemingly fully prepared for her “sacrifice.” The small, thin, almost transparent nightgown couldn't conceal her well-developed body. Through the thin silk fabric, Hu Luoluo's two small yet perfectly round breasts pressed tightly against Shen Lang's chest, like two small fire pits, searing his senses.
The two embraced tightly, immediately feeling the room temperature rise, quickly igniting the passion deep within them.
Hu Luoluo sweetly felt Shen Lang's embrace, as if lying on a cloud, her body light and airy. She could only hold onto her beloved brother with all her might, afraid he would run away at any moment.
It was undoubtedly a beautiful night; the deep darkness, the silent sky, the twinkling stars, the cool, tranquil night, peaceful and serene, yet the room was as alluring as spring, warm and inviting, a quiet springtime warmth.
Enveloped in the warm embrace of spring, two people in love held each other tightly, their bodies burning with passion, as if they were holding the whole world in their arms, with no more demands.
Hu Luoluo was excited, shy, thrilled, and a little afraid. She asked softly, "Brother, is Luoluo... a little chubby? Is it comfortable to hold her?"
"How could it be? Luoluo has the best figure. Everything in the right places is perfect, not an ounce of extra weight. Even a celestial fairy's figure couldn't compare." Shen Lang gently kissed Hu Luoluo's pretty face, his lips and tongue providing the most direct and comforting answer.
Hearing this, Hu Luoluo couldn't help but shed two lines of happy tears. From this tight embrace, she could feel her brother's deep love for her. Just as he said, love is shown through actions. No matter what you do, even a simple hug can convey so much.
Hu Luoluo was overjoyed and cried tears of happiness. Her face was streaked with tears, and a few glistening teardrops clung to her long eyelashes. Her happiness and sweetness were overflowing. Half happy and half annoyed, she said, "Then I don't have to lose weight, right?"
Shen Lang gently patted Hu Luoluo's pert bottom and said, "Of course you don't have to lose weight, and you're not allowed to. You know, your body isn't just yours, it's also your brother's. If you want to lose weight, you have to get your brother's approval. My vote is two-thirds!"
Hu Luoluo couldn't help but retort, "Why is it two-thirds? Brother is so domineering!"
"Why? Because whoever is stronger, hehe!"
"Ah—"
With a soft cry, Luoluo found herself being pressed heavily beneath Shen Lang, her nightgown being torn off rather roughly by him.
"Brother—"
"Don't speak..."
Shen Lang gently kissed Hu Luoluo's bare jade shoulder, moving down to quickly occupy her two snow-white mounds. In an instant, the soft fragrance filled all his senses. "Mmm—"
A feeling she had never experienced before arose, and Hu Luoluo couldn't help but let out the most captivating moan, all her joy and excitement seemingly released from that single sound.
Shen Lang buried his face in the deep ravine between the little beauty's two peaks, his hands moving simultaneously to occupy both high points, freely exploring them.
"Brother, take Luoluo, okay?"
Hu Luoluo's voice was delicate and clear, ethereal and pure, cleansing the heart.
This shy, trembling cry almost made Shen Lang ejaculate; it seemed to be uttered from the depths of his soul, like the enchanting voice of a witch in a martial arts novel, causing Shen Lang's desire to surge suddenly, almost reaching its peak.
After saying those words, Hu Luoluo was too ashamed to open her eyes. In the past, even if she were killed, she would never have said such a thing. But times had changed. She felt she could no longer hold back, like a starving person encountering a feast. Her usual self-control would drop to its lowest point, even completely failing her, and she couldn't help but utter the most shameful words. But the shame couldn't be completely banished. Hu Luoluo kept her eyes closed, not daring to look at Shen Lang. A blush had already taken over her fair neck, white with a rosy tinge, utterly adorable.
In that instant, Shen Lang seemed to be struck by something. He felt he had never seen such a lovely neck before—white, slender, and with two prominent collarbones below, it appeared both alluring and tinged with a rosy blush, simply indescribably beautiful.
Shen Lang couldn't help but kiss her, inhaling Hu Luoluo's natural fragrance while kissing her slender white neck, not missing an inch, and the soft, disheveled strands of hair that grew there, fine and soft, carrying a unique fragrance.
Hu Luoluo trembled from Shen Lang's kisses, only able to release her emotions with moans. Her stunningly beautiful face was filled with a shy and embarrassed expression, which added to her bewitching beauty. Her already charming and alluring eyes were made even more enchanting by the addition of fiery passion.
Shen Lang even grabbed a small tuft of Hu Luoluo's hair, put it in his mouth, and gently bit it. Then he put that small tuft of bitten hair into Hu Luoluo's small mouth and kissed it, kissing her small mouth and that small tuft of hair, wet and slippery, like a third tongue sliding between their lips and teeth.
The next moment, Shen Lang reached out a hand and quietly approached Hu Luoluo's...
"Mmm—"
Hu Luoluo couldn't help but let out a soft cry, her body trembling violently. She could clearly feel as if thousands of tiny insects were scratching, clawing, crawling, and biting at her private parts. It seemed that every moment was the limit of her endurance, every touch was the end of her life, every touch could make her faint. But the problem was that her sensations were becoming clearer and clearer, making her wish she could bite her tongue and commit suicide. Hu Luoluo was hallucinating, as if she heard a strange sound, like the tinkling of a spring, like the wind rustling through a bamboo forest, like rain falling on banana leaves. She was completely captivated and intoxicated by the sound. ...
The battle lasted for an unknown amount of time. The moon quietly arrived. Although it was nearing its waning phase, the air here was very clear, and the moonlight was still bright.
Through the window lattice, a beam of moonlight shone into the room, like a stage light, casting an irregular circle of light around the two people engaged in battle.
Outside the halo was pitch black, while inside it was pure white. The milky moonlight shone on the two of them, as if they were coated with a layer of soft, glowing milk, flowing around them like a mist, creating a dreamlike scene.
The two, a man and a woman, constantly shifted their fighting postures, seemingly without end. Their moans, sometimes high-pitched and sometimes low, lingered in the air for a long time. The moonlight outside the window was sometimes bright and sometimes dim; perhaps the moon was ashamed to see this strange sight on earth, and would occasionally grab a cloud to cover its eyes. Perhaps due to a gentle breeze, the clouds caught each other, then dispersed, then caught again, in a never-ending cycle…
Suddenly, Hu Luoluo felt an uncontrollable tremor, involuntarily arching her delicate body. A seductive moan escaped her lips, and a vibrant rose-red hue instantly spread across her jade-like body, followed by a long, drawn-out shudder…
As if she had lost half her life, Hu Luoluo's body relaxed, lying there motionless, her eyes slightly closed, her nose opening and closing, her cherry-red lips half-open and half-closed. It took her a long time to catch her breath, almost unable to catch her breath, but fortunately, Shen Lang kissed her red lips, allowing her to catch her breath. When
their lips parted, Hu Luoluo looked at Shen Lang with grateful and satisfied eyes. It was self-evident that, from body to soul, Hu Luoluo had completely become Shen Lang's captive, feeling that she could never be separated from her brother again.
"Beautiful, isn't it?"
Shen Lang asked with a wicked smile.
"Beautiful! Nothing could be more beautiful!"
Hu Luoluo answered without hesitation, her eyes glued to her brother. Her love and obedience surged like a raging flood, relentlessly crashing against her. Even if she died right now, she would have no regrets. "Want to come again?"
"Ah..."
Hu Luoluo trembled like a kitten whose tail had been stepped on, glancing fearfully at Shen Lang's lower body, feeling a little weak.
Shen Lang smiled and leaned down, kissing Hu Luoluo's little ear, whispering, "Little darling, don't be afraid, just kidding!"...
In the early morning, sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating the room. Falling on the beautiful girl's face, it shimmered with rainbow colors, dazzling and breathtaking.
Hu Luoluo opened her beautiful eyes, and with a slight movement, suddenly felt a burning pain below. She abruptly realized what had happened the night before, and was almost suffocated with shame. It felt like a beautiful dream, a dream that felt as long as a lifetime, and she still hadn't woken up.
As far as Hu Luoluo's eyes fell, the traces of last night's passion were still clearly visible. The sheets stained with her own blood were still there, everything untouched. Though chaotic, it was pleasing to the eye. Hu Luoluo trembled; she had finally become Lang-gege's woman—it couldn't be better.
Shen Lang hadn't woken up yet because he was cultivating in his sleep. With the help of Hu Luoluo's yin essence, his power had reached a new level. Now, he was gradually concluding his cultivation. When Shen Lang awoke, feeling the surging true energy within him, he felt immense gratitude towards Hu Luoluo. Although she had also gained some benefits, they were far less than his own.
During his cultivation, Shen Lang could clearly feel a large amount of true energy flowing towards the mysterious petal on his chest. That petal seemed like a bottomless pit, greedily absorbing the spiritual energy Shen Lang absorbed from the outside world, transforming and storing it, as if it had disappeared.
So that's how it is!
Shen Lang now understood why he received replenishment from the petal whenever his true energy was insufficient—it was the energy he stored there during his cultivation. …
Shen Lang gazed tenderly at the young beauty, a smile involuntarily spreading across his face. After being caressed by him, she appeared even more charming and alluring.
Although Hu Luoluo wasn't very old, she possessed an innate, captivating beauty. Her fresh and elegant face held a blend of allure, languor, longing, and a hint of wistfulness, radiating an astonishing beauty.
What an expression it was! A blush hinting at spring's arrival, a languid air tinged with a touch of coquettishness, her alabaster-like skin even more radiant, glowing with a dazzling beauty that made it impossible to discern her true age. She possessed the tenderness and grace of a 15-year-old girl, yet also the allure and charm of a 25-year-old woman, a woman's shyness mingled with the sweetness of a young girl, making her increasingly captivating with each glance.
Shen Lang couldn't help but exclaim, "Luo Luo is so beautiful!"
Hearing Shen Lang's praise, Hu Luo Luo was both delighted and shy. Taking the opportunity, she playfully wrapped her slender, lotus-root-like arms around Shen Lang's neck like a snake, offering a passionate kiss. Shen Lang, still wanting to tease Hu Luo Luo, deliberately said, "Little beauty, it's such a beautiful morning, it's a pity not to do some morning exercise!"
With that, a mischievous smile appeared on Shen Lang's face as he rolled over and pressed himself against Hu Luo Luo.
Because of the severe injuries she sustained the previous night, Hu Luo Luo was startled and her eyebrows furrowed slightly. She opened her arms and hugged her brother, playfully complaining, "Brother, you're so naughty! You were so rough yesterday, you made me feel like I was dying! I'm in so much pain, and I'm only half alive now. Are you going to take even that half of my life away?"
As she spoke, Hu Luo Luo's bright eyes blinked, exuding an indescribable charm, innocence, and pitiful vulnerability.
Shen Lang said, "You only have half a life left? Well, now's the perfect time to bring back the other half!"
Suddenly, Hu Luoluo felt a warm current flowing into her body, like a miraculous medicine slowly healing the wounds from last night. The burning pain gradually disappeared, replaced by a surge of strength throughout her body.
Hu Luoluo immediately understood that her brother wasn't going to bully her again, but was going to heal her.
"Brother..."
Hu Luoluo felt extremely moved and couldn't help but shed tears.
Shen Lang laughed, "Knowing that brother likes to eat beautiful women's tears, you specially made them for me to eat, didn't you?"
"Eek—"
Hu Luoluo cried out softly, tears streaming down her face, but Shen Lang collected them all in his mouth.
"Brother, do you really like to eat people's tears?"
Hu Luoluo asked weakly.
"Mmm!"
Shen Lang said mischievously, "Brother not only likes to eat your tears on top, but also likes to eat your tears down there!"
"Brother—"
Hu Luoluo shyly pressed her face against Shen Lang's, kissed his lips, and whispered, "Luoluo is willing to let brother eat them, brother can eat them whenever he wants, whether it's on top... or... down there..."

Chapter 306 Ning Meng's Visit
In Xia Jing City, it's perfectly normal if someone doesn't recognize Mayor Xu Tingjin, but it's a bit unforgivable if someone doesn't recognize Xu Dongqiang.
Xu Dongqiang is not yet 30 years old this year and is the chairman and general manager of Dongqiang Real Estate Group. Everyone knows him not because he has made great contributions to Xia Jing, but because he has made great contributions to himself, making himself a tycoon.
These days, tycoons are always easy to remember, and the media is also very materialistic, always reporting on the rich as celebrities.
Xu Dongqiang started his business at the age of 20 after graduating from university. Whether you call it starting from scratch or making a fortune out of nothing, the fact is that in less than ten years, he transformed Dongqiang Real Estate into the third largest real estate company in Beijing and ranked among the top 50 in all of China.
Many people consider Xu Dongqiang and his Dongqiang Real Estate a miracle in the real estate industry. For this, Xu Dongqiang received countless honors, including titles like "Enterprise Star," "Model Worker," and "Top Ten Outstanding Youth." These honorary titles left over from previous dynasties are still applicable today, which is truly baffling. Little of the good stuff has been left behind; instead, this set of manipulative and superficial tactics has survived.
However, this world will always lack the truth; truth, like reality, can only be held by a minority.
The truth about Xu Dongqiang is far less glamorous than it appears on the surface; in fact, it's somewhat shameful. Xu Dongqiang has another identity: the illegitimate son of Xu Tingjin, the mayor of Xiajing City.
This secret is known only to three people: Xu Dongqiang, Xu Tingjin, and Xu Dongqiang's mother.
Xu Tingjin is 54 years old this year, a very awkward age in China.
Although China now practices an electoral system, an unwritten rule from the previous dynasty still holds sway, powerful and steadfast: if a person hasn't reached a certain level by the age of 55, they're essentially retired.
China's electoral system is the strangest in the world; once someone is over 55, they automatically lose the opportunity to run for a certain level of office.
Many people don't believe this, but their efforts only yield one result: no matter how much campaign money they spend, they get nothing in return.
Xu Tingjin doesn't want to leave politics; he wants to advance further. However, in his years in charge of Xiajing, he hasn't achieved anything particularly remarkable. His only achievement is helping his illegitimate son, Xu Dongqiang, become a young entrepreneur and a super-rich man in Xiajing City.
In today's political climate, where young political talents abound and family-run politics monopolize the political arena, without a powerful backer, connections, or achievements, securing re-election is no easy feat, especially for Xu Tingjin, who is an awkward 54 years old. A chance encounter—just a few days ago, during an inspection of Huaxia University—led him to hear about the Super Macbeth project from Chen Hanjian. At that moment, Xu Tingjin's gloom vanished, and he seemed several years younger; perhaps it was the saying "good news makes one feel refreshed."
In fact, this matter was deliberately revealed to Xu Tingjin by Chen Hanjian. The two had mutually beneficial conditions and demands: Chen Hanjian hoped to leverage the mayor's influence to help Huaxia University reclaim the project, gaining an advantage in next year's competition for the university president's position; Xu Tingjin, on the other hand, hoped to gain the opportunity to run for re-election through this project. Financial resources were not an issue; his illegitimate son was his biggest asset.
Xu Tingjin's reluctance to leave politics wasn't due to a lust for power, but rather his concern about his son's future after his downfall. His "official wife" had only given birth to a daughter, and Xu Tingjin was counting on Xu Dongqiang to care for him in his old age.
It's an issue every Chinese person faces: needing a son to seal his grave.
However, things rarely go as planned. Something significant happened that Xu Tingjin, despite his rank, was unaware of. The Super Wheat project failed, and even Chen Hanjian was imprisoned, his future uncertain.
With his plans ruined, he needed someone to vent his anger on. Xu Tingjin blamed Shen Lang, instructing his son to orchestrate a city planning project. In fact, Xia Jing City was indeed undergoing new urban planning, but it hadn't been finalized; the three plans were still under discussion in the council.
But Xu Tingjin didn't care. He was confident the council would approve his preferred plan—the one that would give him the satisfaction.
In any case, he'd demolish Shen Lang's house first.
There are three irreconcilable feuds in China: the murder of one's parents, the demolition of one's home, and the desecration of one's grave. Using the demolition of one's home to retaliate against Shen Lang could be considered a way to vent one's anger.
This shows that power is indeed a wonderful thing; at least it makes doing evil very convenient.
Launching such a large-scale project to retaliate against one person naturally seems like overkill, but Xu Tingjin is certainly not short-sighted. If this project succeeds, Dongqiang Real Estate could potentially become the largest real estate company in Xiajing. Even if Xu Tingjin's term expires next year and he retires, his son will be powerful enough that he won't need his protection.
It's truly a brilliant plan that kills two birds with one stone.
The plan was going well, but later Xu Tingjin found things were getting a little out of hand. One day, he received a mysterious phone call saying that his son had been taken hostage.
What does "taken hostage" mean? It's just a euphemism; in fact, it's kidnapping.
How could this be? No one in Xiajing should know that Xu Dongqiang is his son!
But that's not the main problem. The problem is that Xu Tingjin doesn't know what the other party wants; he's been caught out of his element.
To Xu Tingjin's utter astonishment, he arrived at the agreed-upon location only to find that the other party was actually a group of Japanese.
Japanese? A mayor of a city secretly meeting with a few Japanese? If the media found out, he would be finished.
Xu Tingjin listened tremblingly to the Japanese's demands and agreed without hesitation, because he realized that their requests wouldn't harm his interests in any way; in fact… there was even a possibility of mutual animosity.
Why only a possibility? Because the Japanese weren't sure if Shen Lang was the person they were looking for, and they wanted to use Xu Dongqiang to test the waters.
The Japanese also had to be extremely cautious; the Chengjia Village incident had just occurred, and the atmosphere was tense, so they dared not act openly in China again.
Xu Tingjin was also somewhat uncertain. Could there be some terrifying force behind this Shen Lang? Otherwise, why would even the Japanese be so wary of him?
However, Xu Tingjin had no choice. His son was in their hands, so he could only agree to the Japanese demands, allowing their people to infiltrate the so-called "demolition team" and inform the security department of Xia Jing, providing certain conveniences to the "demolition team." For example, in the event of any armed conflict, the Xia Jing police and security department were required to ensure they could not arrive at the scene within thirty minutes. ...
Of course, Shen Lang was unaware of the danger quietly approaching him. He had been lying low at home for the past few days, staying with Tian Qingya.
Originally, Shen Lang hoped that Tian Qingya would stay with Xi Chenyue or Yi Xueman for a few days, in case something went wrong, given the formidable fighting power of China's "demolition team."
But Tian Qingya was stubborn; she loved this courtyard and refused to move.
Shen Lang now unconditionally obeyed and fulfilled any request Tian Qingya made. If she didn't want to leave, so be it; he just needed to be careful.
Hu Luoluo stayed in the courtyard for two days before being called away by Ji Xiyan to handle college application matters. When she arrived, she was indeed driving a top-of-the-line sports car, something like a Phantom, presumably a bet she'd received from her father.
Three days had passed, and everything was relatively calm. The group that had come three days prior hadn't returned the following day.
These past few days had been eerily quiet, a quietness that was unsettling. Aside from the demolition notices plastered everywhere on the streets, it was as if nothing had ever happened.
This was definitely not normal.
Shen Lang felt increasingly strange and uneasy. He would have preferred a violent confrontation; he feared the other side might have some ulterior motive. It wasn't the theft itself that was frightening, but the constant vigilance; it was exhausting.
Was this the calm before the storm?
These past few days, Li Yiyang and his gang had been working day and night, but unfortunately, they hadn't encountered the legendary nighttime demolition team. They were getting restless and would occasionally complain to Shen Lang, but Shen Lang only offered one piece of advice: "When soldiers come, we'll meet them head-on!"
This made Li Yiyang even more depressed, but fortunately, Shen Lang provided decent treatment and conditions for his brothers, so apart from being a bit bored, it wasn't unbearable.
On the third evening, a guest suddenly arrived in the courtyard, which Shen Lang didn't expect. He was flattered but also a little uneasy. ...
Ning Meng recently really liked a song called "Lately I'm Feeling Annoyed"—not because she liked singing it, but because she liked using it to describe her feelings.
Classes made her irritable, eating made her irritable, sleeping made her irritable—she was so irritable that she dragged Rong Danru out for a few days of crazy fun, spending a fortune and enjoying herself for a few days. But when she came back, she couldn't take it anymore and quickly reverted to her old ways, finding fault with everything and becoming somewhat neurotic.
Then one night, Ning Meng's best friend Rong Danru and she had a secret three-hour conversation in a secluded coffee shop, consuming dozens of cups of strong coffee, and finally seemed to have reached a consensus.
This conversation had two outcomes: first, neither of the women slept that night, lying awake in Ning Meng's big bed all night, and then the next day applying a lot of makeup around their eyes to try and conceal it; second, Ning Meng came to see Shen Lang, on a stormy night in this place.
In fact, Ning Meng's choice to come today wasn't without reason. Her mother had returned from America, and Ning Meng knew her mother was very talkative; if she noticed Ning Meng's restlessness, she would bombard her with questions. Ning Meng wasn't ready to tell her mother about this, so she used the excuse of going out to play to find Shen Lang.
Ning Meng easily found the small courtyard she had visited twice before. To her surprise, the courtyard seemed to have a mistress, and she was so mature, dignified, elegant, and charming… Ning Meng felt a little ashamed of herself.
Although she was a woman, Ning Meng, feeling resentful, suddenly wanted to say something: "All the good cabbages have been eaten by that… Shen Lang, that little rogue, is really lucky!"

Chapter 307 Past and Future
Today my sister is getting married… I went to see her off, and in the afternoon I came back to continue harvesting grain because it was drying… so… the update is late… Are these two excuses acceptable?
I usually update around 5 PM, with an error of no more than half an hour. I'll resume normal updates tomorrow… However… my sister is going back to her parents' home the day after tomorrow, so things will be very busy at home, and I might have to update again in the evening.
My apologies in advance! —————————————— “Ning Meng, what brings you here? Cough… cough…”
At that moment, Shen Lang was having dinner with Tian Qingya. Perhaps it was an accident, or perhaps it was nervousness, but Shen Lang choked on his food before he could finish speaking. Tragically, a few small particles were also inhaled into his trachea, giving Shen Lang a full experience of what it means to have one misfortune after another.
Tian Qingya panicked, pouring water and patting his back. After a long time, she finally helped Shen Lang recover, but his face had turned a deep, liver-colored red, a hundred times more intense than just being shy. Ning Meng was surprised and delighted that her arrival would cause such a stir. The big bad guy had made her so uneasy for so many days; this was God collecting some interest from him.
"Are you alright?"
Ning Meng pretended to pat Shen Lang's back for Tian Qingya, but the girl's inconsistent patting only made things worse, prolonging Shen Lang's coughing for at least three minutes.
For the first time, Ning Meng felt her martial arts skills learned from her mother had finally come in handy. Moreover, this opportunity to bully a master was rare and precious; once it was gone, it was gone forever.
"Hello, Sister Qingya, my name is Ning Meng, I'm... Shen Lang's... um, boss?"
Ning Meng used a questioning tone rather strangely. Actually, she also felt this explanation was a bit far-fetched. When Shen Lang applied for a job at the Violet Hotel, he was interviewed by Ning Meng, a temporary HR clerk. If you had to say they had a boss-subordinate relationship... it wasn't entirely wrong. "Boss? You're his boss?"
Tian Qingya was confused. Why would someone introduce themselves with a questioning tone? Besides, Shen Lang was unemployed; where would he get a boss?
Could it be some past affair? This girl is quite pretty, clearly from a wealthy family. That innate elegance can't be faked.
"Hehe...hehe, it's like this, Shen Lang used to work at the Violet Hotel, and I was a staff member there, but I've resigned now." Ning Meng said, half-jokingly. For some reason, she felt insecure in front of Tian Qingya, like when she was a child looking up to her strong, independent mother—a towering figure, unattainable.
Of course, Ning Meng didn't sense Tian Qingya's age, but rather her aura—an aura that effortlessly defeated any mistress, even the second or third. She had a face born to be the first wife, a voice fit for a matriarch. Although she'd only heard one sentence from her earlier, that sentence was etched into Ning Meng's memory forever. That gentle, virtuous nature, so deeply ingrained, gave her a feeling of being bathed in a spring breeze.
"Oh, well... Sister Ning, have you eaten? If not, you can eat with me. It's just simple food, but it should taste pretty good, hehe."
Tian Qingya extended an invitation with a beaming smile. Ning Meng hadn't eaten properly for many days, spending her days in a state of anxiety and distraction. She couldn't focus on her studies, and even her martial arts practice was impossible. For many days, her skill hadn't improved at all. It all started that drizzly night. That day, a man and a woman slept together on the rooftop of a bare-bones building, but nothing happened.
However, many things happened afterward, mainly involving Ning Meng. Many times, in unexpected moments, a figure would appear in her mind, lingering and impossible to shake off; the more she tried to avoid thinking about it, the clearer it became.
Ning Meng was a proud girl, and she resolutely refused to admit that she had fallen for that rogue. Although she had successfully entered her desired newspaper through an exclusive interview with Yi Xueman, Ning Meng felt no gratitude towards Shen Lang. On the contrary, she would rather have never met this guy, because it was this guy who had caused her, who was always proud, to develop what appeared to be lovesickness. This was outrageous! After being proud for over twenty years, she had actually become pathetic because of a little rogue, unable to eat, unable to sleep, distracted, and aimless. Most importantly, she had spent nearly a million yuan on a week-long trip, yet it hadn't had any effect.
What was infuriating was that the guy had never called her, nor had he ever inquired about her in any way. Wasn't that too much? They were practically bed partners, weren't they? What else could they be if they hadn't slept together all night? No bed… but there was a tent, so let's call that tent partners. How could a man be so heartless to his female tent partner?
Okay, even if I told you not to contact me, you unprofessional, scoundrel, blockhead, don't you know that sometimes you need to interpret a woman's words the opposite of what she says? Don't you know that sometimes a woman's requests and orders don't need to be obeyed? Don't you know that sometimes... Anyway, it's all your fault!
Seeing Ning Meng frowning, gritting her teeth, stomping her feet, and waving her fist as if engaged in some serious internal struggle, Tian Qingya patiently waited for her. Once she felt she had enough, she asked, "Ning-meimei, are you alright?" "Uh..." Ning Meng's face flushed slightly, then she gave a bright smile and said sweetly, "I'm sorry, Qingya-jie, I suddenly remembered something unpleasant and got distracted. By the way, what did you just
say
?"
Tian Qingya, though seemingly unfazed, remained as gentle as ever, saying, "I asked Ning-meimei if she had eaten yet. If you don't mind, you can eat with us. We just started eating." "Okay, okay! I haven't eaten in ages!"
Ning Meng looked at the table full of food; her stomach had been rumbling for a long time. Tian Qingya's invitation was exactly what she wanted, so how could she refuse? Besides, she had never even heard of the word "politeness," nor did she know what it meant. In fact, she hadn't eaten for a long time. Whenever she was unbearably hungry, she would have some snacks. In her words, eating also requires a certain mood. If you're in a bad mood, you won't taste the food, which is a desecration of food.
"Is Ning sister very busy with work? However, the busier you are with work, the more you need to eat."
As Tian Qingya spoke, she got Ning Meng a bowl and chopsticks, then served her a bowl of rice.
"Okay, I'll remember, I'll definitely eat well from now on!"
For some reason, Ning Meng found herself in a suddenly better mood. She didn't know if it was because she had taken the opportunity to bully Shen Lang earlier, or because she saw the table full of food, or because she had received genuine concern from a gentle older sister. "These dishes were all made by my husband. He cooks a lot of food every day, saying he wants to supplement my nutrition so his son won't go hungry. There's so much food, and he's afraid we won't be able to finish it, so the portions of each dish are very small. So, Ning, if you're not full... we can make more, so please don't be shy, make yourself at home. Hehe, I don't know why, but the first time I saw you, you looked so familiar, I felt like we'd definitely click."
Tian Qingya noticed that Ning Meng's gaze towards Shen Lang was a little strange, and she felt relieved. It was probably true; this "little sister" might also fall for Shen Lang, and she would have another real "little sister."
"Thank you, Sister Qingya! So you're pregnant! Congratulations!"
Ning Meng smiled sweetly, her eyes crinkling into crescent moons. ...
The two women chatted and ate, seemingly feeling like they'd known each other forever. Shen Lang couldn't get a word in edgewise and could only eat silently, feeling frustrated. Ning Meng hadn't appeared for days, and hadn't let him contact her, as if she'd been missing for ages.
Then one day, she reappeared, saying nothing about what was going on, just eating and chatting intimately with her girlfriend, as if she hadn't even seen him. Wasn't this too eerie?
Right, she'd just tried to ambush him, as if they had some deep-seated grudge.
Shen Lang racked his brains, wondering if there was any conflict between them. It seemed like nothing. Even the day they became "buddies," nothing particularly noteworthy had happened.
Where did this grudge come from? What was the source of this hatred?
To become the object of a woman's hatred for no reason seemed incredibly unfair. " ...
Sister Qingya, I need to talk to Shen Lang about something. Can I borrow him for half an hour after dinner?"
"Sure, no problem. Since I got pregnant, I've been going to bed early every day. You can talk slowly, no rush."
"That's great, thank you, sister!"
"Don't mention it, I haven't done anything."
Shen Lang, who had been silent for a while, finally found a chance to speak: "Ning Meng, it's probably not possible these next few days. I can't leave."
"Why?"
Ning Meng's expression was unfriendly.
"Have you seen the demolition notices posted everywhere? The demolition team could come at any time. I'm worried about leaving Qingya alone at home."
Shen Lang said righteously.
Tian Qingya said, "Honey, it should be fine. They haven't come these past few days."
Shen Lang said, "The less they come, the more worried I get. They must be up to something. If they don't come
, fine, but if they do, it'll be a big commotion. So, I can't go out." Ning Meng felt relieved. She had thought Shen Lang didn't want to talk to her, but upon hearing this reason, she happily said, "It's okay, it's fine if you don't go out. We can talk at home too. Anyway, it's not anything too important."
Tian Qingya said, "Sister Ning, I'm really sorry. I hope I haven't really bothered you."
Ning Meng said apologetically, "Sister Qingya, it's really alright. I should be the one apologizing for bothering you at this time."
Shen Lang said somewhat sullenly, "Why are you two being so polite?"
Ning Meng immediately glared at him and said, "What do you know? How could you men understand the mutual understanding between women?"
Tian Qingya smiled and didn't say anything. She had completely figured out that this girl and her husband must have some kind of story. Although she didn't know their past, Tian Qingya could guess their future. Perhaps one day in the future, this pretty young girl will also willingly bear a child for this man, just like herself.

Chapter 308 Talking About Love
After dinner, Tian Qingya talked with Ning Meng for a while, then excused herself to rest, leaving the space and time for Ning Meng and Shen Yunzhong. / Tian Qingya could tell that Ning Meng seemed to have a lot to say to Shen Lang, and she didn't want to continue being a third wheel.
"Where should we talk?"
Ning Meng looked at Shen Lang, her expression carrying an indescribable meaning, a mixture of reproach and resentment, half joy and half sorrow.
Actually, Ning Meng's thoughts were simple. She followed Rong Danru's advice and wanted to "settle things" with Shen Lang. If Shen Lang was interested in her, she would pretend to half-heartedly "give in" to him; if he wasn't interested, she would nip this tormenting unrequited love in the bud.
Regardless, this state of confusion and uncertainty was finally coming to an end. Ning Meng had had enough. If love was a poison, then Ning Meng felt she was poisoned, and quite severely at that. She needed an open and honest conversation with Shen Lang and his true thoughts—the antidote, the prescription given by Rong Danru, that self-proclaimed master of love.
Modern women are willing to go to great lengths, even pursuing or even seducing, rather than endure endless torment like Li Qingzhao, whose life was "a tangled mess that couldn't be untangled." There are many reasons why things can't be untangled: perhaps the scissors weren't sharp enough, or perhaps the determination wasn't strong enough, or perhaps, there's no reason why things can't be untangled.
Ning Meng repeated Rong Danru's words in her mind over and over: she had to be assertive, proactive, and overcome shyness and reserve. Men also need to be coaxed. Thinking back to that day, if she hadn't taken the initiative and gone to great lengths to seduce him, how could she have gotten Shen Lang? Therefore, pursuing is a fine tradition worth promoting, and seducing is a correct approach to be inherited.
Ning Meng finally made up her mind. Tonight, she was determined to cut short these three thousand troubles. She'd either become lovers or enemies; she couldn't let things remain ambiguous any longer.
"Isn't here okay?"
Shen Lang didn't know what Ning Meng was up to, especially after learning her mother was the Right Protector of the Xiantian Sect. He was quite wary of her. The Right Protector—who knew how high her martial arts skills were? And she was a woman; who knew if she was easy to talk to? What if she got angry and protected her daughter? He'd be in deep trouble!
Ning Meng was an uncertain factor, her mother was a risk—he needed to be careful when pursuing her!
Otherwise, given Shen Lang's personality, he wouldn't allow Ning Meng to constantly tease and attack him all night. He'd at least retaliate several times, leaving her defeated, disorganized, and rambling incoherently…
"Here?"
Ning Meng felt dizzy. The kitchen, the dining room—was this a good place for romance? What was she doing here? " You've come to pursue a man, even to the point of seduction, how can you have a grand negotiation like this at the dinner table? Shouldn't it be somewhere more 'intimate', like the living room or even the bedroom? " Shen Lang couldn't resist taking advantage of the situation, having endured it for the entire meal.
"What's wrong? Is that not allowed? Do you expect us to talk in my bedroom, on my big bed, in a more 'artistic' setting?" After a moment of restraint, Shen Lang finally snapped. "Your bedroom..." Ning Meng feigned modesty, then said, "Okay, okay, I've been here twice already, but I haven't been inside your room yet. It wouldn't be bad to take a look." Shen Lang broke out in a cold sweat, his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets. He couldn't understand what this girl was even doing here. "Aren't you afraid that this lonely man and woman... might do something... something that's beyond the reach of ordinary people?"

"Wrong! First of all, you're not a single man, you have a whole bunch of girlfriends, I know that; second, I'm not a widow either, I still have my first love in my love bank, how could I be a widow? I'm seriously warning you not to slander or doubt my purity."
Ning Meng said righteously, her expression like that of "Sister Jiang" from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs repeatedly reiterating that the Diaoyu Islands belong to China.
"Uh... okay then, it's not like we're a single man and woman, it's not too much to say, right?"
Shen Lang said weakly, starting to lead Ning Meng towards his bedroom.
"? Hmm... that seems quite fitting, but isn't it a little too explicit? I'm still a virgin, can't you be a little more discreet?"
Shen Lang was speechless, feeling that this girl's fighting power tonight had skyrocketed compared to the night on the rooftop, and her fierceness in speaking was probably even greater than that of Ji Xiyan. What was going on? What was she doing here? Couldn't she just be bored and looking for a one-night stand?
"Go away, go away... This idea is too frivolous and too narcissistic." Shen Lang couldn't help but shake his head, banishing this somewhat absurd thought from his mind.
Unexpectedly, Ning Meng misunderstood this action. The girl said unhappily, "What? Are you trying to be discreet, or do you doubt that I'm a virgin?"
Shen Lang broke out in a cold sweat and hurriedly waved his hands, saying, "Of course not, I was thinking about him. It has nothing to do with you. Please don't misunderstand."
Ning Meng became even more indignant upon hearing this, lowering her voice and saying fiercely, "What? You're thinking about other things while talking to me? You're insulting me! Am I really that bad? Am I not pretty enough? Or not good enough? Am I not good enough? Or do I have mental problems? Am I not well-off enough? Or do you look down on me because I'm from a single-parent family?"
"Ah..."
Shen Lang was speechless for a moment, explaining haphazardly, "How could that be? At least you're from a single-parent family. I don't even have one. What right do I have to look down on you?"
As he spoke, Shen Lang opened the door for Ning Meng in a very ingratiating manner, then made an inviting gesture. On the surface, he was respectful, but in his heart, he was thinking, "Girl, come in. I sincerely invite you to bed. I'll pay for the TT!"
Ning Meng, having gained enough face, entered the room with a smug look. She glanced around and said with some dissatisfaction, "Shen Lang, this won't do. This room is too feminine; it doesn't suit your image as a grown man."
Shen Lang readily agreed, "I can't help it. This room used to belong to my sister, but she moved out, so it became mine. I haven't had a chance to redecorate it."
"Heh, it seems you and your sister have a very good relationship. It's not that you haven't had time to redecorate, it's that you can't bear to redecorate it, right?"
"Hehe, you guessed it all. No wonder you're a talented woman from the newspaper."
Ning Meng walked into the inner room, saw the large bed, and very unladylike spread her body out on it in a "big" shape, saying, "Mmm, so comfortable. It's so enjoyable to lie down after a full meal. I wonder when I'll be able to find a man as good as you, someone who can wait on me hand and foot every day."
Shen Lang laughed, "Is that so difficult?"
Ning Meng sat up and said very seriously, "Yes, of course it's difficult. I've been searching for over twenty years and still haven't found one."
Shen Lang's heart skipped a beat, and he blurted out, "That's because you haven't met me yet."
Ning Meng chuckled, "Too bad you're already taken, and not just one." Shen
Lang, a little dizzy, said, "You've got it backwards, haven't you? A great man once said that men are teapots and women are teacups; one teapot for many teacups, not one teacup for many teapots."
Ning Meng blushed, mustered her courage, and said, "Oh... then wouldn't you like to have another teacup?"
Shen Lang felt as if he'd been hit with a stick. Ning Meng's meaning was clear; even a fool could understand it. However, Shen Lang couldn't believe Ning Meng would say such a thing: "Are you kidding me?"
"Kidding me? Do you think a woman would suddenly visit one evening and then make a joke about marriage with that man in his bedroom?"
"Are you serious?"
Shen Lang was truly stunned. He sat limply on the bed, staring at Ning Meng in disbelief. "I advise you not to play these kinds of games. I'm a very naive person; I can't take jokes, and I easily take things seriously." Ning Meng
suddenly pounced, tackling Shen Lang onto the bed with the force of a tigress descending a mountain. Then, straddling him, she looked at his face and said in a very serious tone, "Be serious. I don't have time to joke with you, you bad guy. Last time, you bullied me all night on that rooftop." After that, you completely messed up my life. I couldn't stop thinking about you. I even unconsciously drew a sketch of you on my final exam paper and got a severe scolding from my teacher. Luckily, my teacher let me off the hook and I didn't fail, otherwise I would never forgive you! Last time when you left without saying goodbye, I told myself that as long as I'm sure I've fallen in love with you, I'll use any means necessary to get you, from seduction and enticement to force. I'll even have my mother put you in my family's dungeon and keep you as a pet for life!"
"..."
Shen Lang was stunned and speechless again, even blurting out the word "imprisonment." Now he was really sure Ning Meng wasn't joking. The fragrant things that happened on the rooftop last time flashed through Shen Lang's mind. He remembered Ning Meng's snow-white body, her high, firm breasts, her slender legs, her intoxicating fragrance... everything was as if it were yesterday.
"You bastard, do you even like me? Tell me already!"
Ning Meng grabbed Shen Lang by the neck, leaning down. Her neckline wasn't low, revealing two round, white breasts to Shen Lang, and a delicate fragrance wafted through the air, making him almost lose his senses.
"Why are you in such a hurry? Are you trying to force me to confess?"
Shen Lang relaxed. It seemed this woman really did like him.
"Hurry, of course you have to be anxious. Get the answer out of them and they'll be free. If it's really a case of unrequited love, they're not the type to pester you. They won't force themselves on you. They can just pretend they never met. If you really have feelings for them, that's even better. What you tried to do to them last time but failed... you decide what to do!"
Ning Meng's face flushed as she said these bold words, but she forced herself to say them. She found it unbelievable that her first confession was under such circumstances, and in a "woman on top, man on bottom" position at that... She could only hate this scoundrel. She wondered what despicable means he had used to make her unable to extricate herself.
"Do you want to know the answer?"
"What nonsense! What did I come here for?"
"Alright then, listen, my answer is... I disagree!"
"What?"
Ning Meng was stunned. Although she had considered this outcome before, she still couldn't accept it when Shen Lang said it. The fierce energy she had forcibly extracted from her body suddenly dissipated, leaving her without any strength. She softly collapsed onto Shen Lang's chest, her eyes somewhat vacant, tears welling up in her eyes. She said unwillingly, "Why? Can you give me a reason?"

Chapter 309 The Beauty's Reserved
Shen Lang was somewhat taken aback by Ning Meng's reaction. Shen Lang's thinking was still stuck in the game, subconsciously believing that if a woman had high attack, she must have high defense. Judging from her combat power tonight, she should also be a character who could withstand monsters. He didn't expect that he would make her cry because of his joke.
Shen Lang sighed inwardly. He'd been bullied by her all night, but he'd finally retaliated, and his attack was truly remarkable—he'd broken her defenses in a single exchange. "
Sigh, what's wrong with you, girl? You need to develop a balanced approach. You can't just focus on offense without building up your defense; only a suicide squad would do that!" He figured she'd been too busy training her verbal skills these past few days to launch her counterattack. Her verbal prowess was impressive, but her defensive abilities were still stagnant.
"Don't cry, okay? People will think I took advantage of you and then ignored you!"
Shen Lang felt a pang of pity. He never wanted to see a woman cry, especially not a beautiful woman who didn't dislike him.
"No, I'm going to cry! I'm going to cry! If you don't give me an explanation, I'll cry myself to death!"
Ning Meng's tears hadn't even fallen yet, but Shen Lang's gentle persuasion made her feel her grievances rise even higher. Her eyes finally burst open, and crystal tears, like wild bulls breaking through the Helan Mountains, streamed down her cheeks, dripping onto Shen Lang's face and chest, leaving a shocking, pitiful, and heartbreaking sight. "Actually, I was just joking with you. How could I possibly disagree with such a beautiful girl like Mengmeng throwing herself at me? Do you think I'm an idiot? I was going to pause for a moment, tease you a bit, and then explain why, but I didn't expect you to break down so quickly. Don't blame me, okay?"
Shen Lang smiled mischievously, making Ning Meng furious. She really wanted to bite off all the muscles on his face that were squeezing out that silvery smile.
"Of course it's your fault, it's all your fault! Who else is it to blame but you? Tell me, why don't you agree? If you don't tell me... I'm willing to take the blame for being a rapist!"
Ning Meng sobbed, finally feeling a little better. So he had a reason. She'd see what it was before deciding whether to keep crying.
Shen Lang, drenched in sweat, shrugged and said, "No, if we're going to be rapists, I'd rather be one. You women aren't really suited for it... Don't glare like that, it's scary. I surrender. I'll tell you, the reason is... I'm not used to being pursued by women."
"You..."
Ning Meng felt utterly devastated, glaring angrily with her big eyes, speechless. This reason was ridiculous. To reject her just because she wasn't used to being pursued by women was too much!
Shen Lang suddenly moved, grabbing Ning Meng's delicate hand and kissing it. "Baby, don't react so strongly. I said I wouldn't let you pursue me, but I didn't say I wouldn't pursue you. Why are you in such a hurry? Can't you let me finish what I'm saying? You're just like your Danru, no wonder you're best friends."
"Ah..."
Ning Meng was stunned again, but this time she was stunned with joy. He kissed her hand? He even said he would pursue her?
Is this for real?
Her mood changed too quickly, and Ning Meng felt a little dizzy. She couldn't help but shake her head violently a few times.
Sure enough, shaking her head actually helped. Soon, Ning Meng realized a very, very serious problem: she seemed to have been tricked by this rascal Shen Lang, and he was playing her like a fool. First, he made her feel extremely sad, and then he made her extremely happy, like riding a roller coaster. This was obviously teasing her!
"You bad guy, you big bad guy, you're so mean..."
Ning Meng cried tears of joy, pounding her little fists on Shen Lang's chest.
Ning Meng wasn't just any girl; she was a cultivator. Although her skill wasn't particularly profound, the force of her punches was not to be underestimated. This barrage of blows left Shen Lang wincing and coughing repeatedly, almost to the point of internal bleeding.
"Grandma, cough cough...don't hit me anymore! If you keep hitting me, you'll murder your husband...cough cough, do you really enjoy being a widow?"
Shen Lang cried out, begging for mercy, his face flushed.
Ning Meng finally felt a sense of relief and said with a satisfied, coquettish tone, "You...what, what husband and widow? I haven't agreed to marry you yet. Pursuing someone is one thing, being pursued is another. Since I'm being pursued, I'm a girl, so naturally I have to act a little reserved. I can't agree to you so easily."
What a powerful language system! Okay, you win!
"Ahem... Okay, fine, be reserved then. But I don't think I've ever seen such reserve in my life. It's past midnight and you're still not home. Shouldn't a reserved woman stay in a man's room in the middle of the night?"
The beautiful Ning remained unmoved, continuing her "insolent" remarks. "No, no way! My reserve is Ning Meng's unique kind of reserve, how can you expect it to be like this? I'm not leaving tonight, I'm sleeping here!"
Shen Lang thought he misheard and asked for confirmation, "What? You're sleeping here? Where am I
supposed to sleep?" Ning Meng glanced to the side and said, "You can sleep next to me, right? Last time we were on the rooftop... didn't we sleep like this all night?"
Shen Lang was overjoyed. Damn, no way, this really is Ning Meng's unique kind of reserve! I, Old Shen, love it so much... But... isn't this a bit too fast? My heart is pounding...
“Miss Ning, as the saying goes, times change. Back on the rooftop, I had the guts but not the desire. Now it’s different. I have both the guts and the desire. I’m afraid I won’t be able to hold back for the first half… I can’t help but do *that* to you. You should know what ‘that’ means, right?”
Ning Meng blushed at her words and spat, “Pah! You dare say you had the guts but not the desire back then? Where would the guts come from if you didn’t have the desire? Besides… I didn’t tell you to hold back…”
Shen Lang choked again, coughing incessantly, “Cough cough… Is this something a reserved woman would say? Cough cough… It’s… it’s too… too embarrassing…”
Ning Meng blinked her beautiful breasts … Looking down at Shen Lang with a charming smile, she said, "It's precisely because I'm reserved that I didn't force myself on you. Otherwise, your son might already be in my belly..."
Shen Lang felt like he was getting a nosebleed and groaned pitifully, "Damn it, I can't take it anymore..."
Ning Meng: "You little rascal, you seem to have misspoke again. It's not 'can't take it anymore,' it's 'my bird can't take it,' right?"
Nosebleed gushed out...
Shen Lang couldn't care less anymore. He flipped over and immediately threw the beautiful Ning Meng off his horse. Without even consulting her, he went to tear off her clothes. His movements seemed a bit too rough, and he actually hurt her.
The beauty said coquettishly, "You bad man, you've hurt me!"
The bad man was unmoved: "Then just bear with it. It'll hurt even more later!"
The beauty was speechless. She had finally aroused the man's passion, which was a great achievement. However, at this moment, the beauty began to feel uneasy. Was what she did right or wrong? Was it too fast? Would he look down on her?
As the beautiful woman hesitated, she felt her top slip off her body and fly to some obscure corner of the room, where it began to hide.
Feeling her skirt being tugged, she instinctively cried out, "Don't take off my skirt... you bad man..."
Unfortunately, it was too late. The already short, thin, and small skirt, like her top, irresistibly detached itself from her body and continued its journey to some obscure corner.
Realizing her bra had been pulled, and with the action continuing in a simple and rough manner, the woman protested again sternly, "You bad man, don't ruin my bra! It's a high-end French import; it cost me a lot of money!" The bad
man, completely lacking any sense of pity, continued to ignore her: "I'll buy another one!"
With that, he ripped it off, tossed it aside, and vanished without a trace.
Well, this time his words were even more concise. He had no choice but to be concise, because his large mouth was already kissing the beauty's breasts, as if he wanted to devour them. His momentum was comparable to a tiger descending a mountain, a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey, a tiger entering a flock of sheep…
“Ooh—”
The beauty felt a tingling sensation in her upper body, a wave of pleasure that made her anxious and uneasy instantly spreading throughout her body. She involuntarily cried out, “Bad man, don’t kiss me…it tickles…”
Although she cried out like this, judging from her actions, she was in a state of extreme hypocrisy. She actually hugged the bad man’s head and pressed it forcefully against her chest, her body twisting and writhing, her legs arrogantly wrapping around the man’s body…
The phone rang, playing Shen Lang’s favorite music, melodious yet tinged with passion!
Whoosh!
The bad man’s movements suddenly froze, as if he was about to stop. But the beauty wouldn’t allow it, shouting, “Don’t stop! If you stop, you’re a bad man!”
Well, now that things had come to this, the bad man didn’t want to be a bad man, even though he hadn’t done anything good.
And so, the assault continued. The villain's large hand slowly probed downwards, through the dark thicket, and through the thin fabric of his panties, reached the door of the beautiful young girl's house, and began to knock.
The beautiful young girl reacted strongly, thinking a lecherous man had come to her door, and splashed a basin of clear liquid, wetting the villain's fingers. ...
The phone kept ringing, displaying the spirit of perseverance and tenacity, relentlessly stimulating the emotions of both of them.
Damn it, this can't go on!
Shen Lang finally chose to be the villain.
Ning Meng was furious. Why did that damn phone have to ring at this time of year? Didn't it know she was about to seduce the man?
Ning Meng fiercely snatched Shen Lang's phone away, yelling, "What are you calling for? Don't you know I'm busy right now?"
Shen Lang broke out in a cold sweat and quickly grabbed the phone back. Looking at the caller ID, it was Li Yiyang.
Shen Lang asked somewhat awkwardly, "What's up, Lao Li?"
Li Yiyang took a while to recover from his shock and asked hesitantly, "Langzi, who was that... who was that sister-in-law?"
Shen Lang glanced at Ning Meng, who was still sulking, and said, "New sister-in-law, hehe. Never mind that for now, what's going on?"
Li Yiyang had no choice but to put aside his surprise and curiosity and said, "Langzi, the demolition team has appeared. Should we make a move?"
Li Yiyang lowered his voice significantly, but it still carried a hint of excitement. He had been holding back for almost four days, and now that he could finally make a move, he couldn't help but be excited.

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