[Adult Urban] Lonely Officialdom (Final Chapter) - Chapter 36

Chapter 232 Running Around to Secure Funds

"If there's a chance, I'd like to talk to Zhang Bing," Lin Tao suddenly said. "You handle this."

"What?" The woman, who was about to leave, asked in surprise upon hearing Lin Tao's words.

"I don't want a third person to know about this. Alright, I'll go greet Tang Xiaoyang. After all, he only stood up because of my call, so I'll go comfort him." Lin Tao carefully put away his nail clippers, then stood up and headed towards the door, while the beautiful woman, looking puzzled , had already left.

People who make it in Beijing always have some skills. Lin Tao had expected Tang Xiaoyang to be furious, but he was still somewhat surprised when he saw him. His expression was calm, showing no sign of the humiliation he had just suffered—this Tang Xiaoyang surprised Lin Tao.

Even if he had been insulted like that, he probably wouldn't have reacted as calmly as him.

"Xiaoyang, I'm sorry you had to go through that," Lin Tao said sincerely as he walked up to Tang Xiaoyang.

"Compared to the humiliation of crawling between Han Xin's legs, what is this?" Tang Xiaoyang felt a pang in his heart. He said it so easily, but try it yourself. Even an ordinary person would find it unbearable to be publicly humiliated and forced to leave, let alone the powerful Tang family in Hong Kong and even Beijing.

"It's good that Young Master Tang thinks that way. I was worried about you earlier. I'll repay those who treat me this way a hundredfold. Come on, Young Master Tang, come in and have a seat. It's been a long time since we brothers have had a drink together." Lin Tao stepped forward, put his arm around Tang Xiaoyang's shoulder, and said with a smile.

"Wine or ice wine?" Lin Tao asked with a smile, standing in front of the wine cabinet in the living room.

"Ice wine, you even have such good stuff?" Tang Xiaoyang still managed to enjoy life even at this moment.

“It’s from Burgenland, the easternmost state of Austria. A friend of mine managed to get some and specially sent me a bottle. It’s a small quantity, but it’s a globally rare gem, so I was a little careful drinking it,” Lin Tao said with a smile, taking a glass, pouring some, and handing one to Tang Xiaoyang.

“It’s my fault today. It’s inconvenient for me to show up in person, so I had to call you to keep things under control. I didn’t expect to run into a madman who doesn’t care about the rules of the industry—come on, Tang Shao, let me toast you as an apology.” Lin Tao

drank his glass in one gulp, looking apologetic. Tang Xiaoyang also finished his glass, placed it on the coffee table in front of him, and said, “He really is a madman, completely unpredictable.”

“So what are you going to do?” Lin Tao looked intently at Tang Xiaoyang and asked.

“What are you going to do?” Tang Xiaoyang met Lin Tao’s gaze and asked in return.

"Oh?"

"The main reason Zhang Bing, an outsider, dares to be so arrogant in Beijing is because he has Li Xuan, Jiang Yan, and later the Beijing Military Region backing him up. The Beijing Military Region is in a sensitive position and usually maintains neutrality. If someone gives them a nudge, they won't do anything outrageous. As for Li Xuan—no one knows him better than Young Master Lin. Half of my humiliation should be attributed to him; as for the Jiang family, although they are Zhang Bing's biggest support, the Jiang family has never participated in these struggles, and the rumor that Zhang Bing will become the Jiang family's son-in-law has not been confirmed. This can be seen from the fact that the Jiang family has not sent anyone to support Zhang Bing these past few times. So, it can be said that the Jiang family's attitude is rather ambiguous. Moreover, Vice Premier Jiang is going to take over, and at this crucial moment, he has decided not to offend any side. Therefore, the biggest obstacle to dealing with Zhang Bing is still Li Xuan. I can't get over this hurdle myself, so I can only try to hitch a ride with Young Master Li."

Lin Tao squinted and remained silent, quietly looking at Tang Xiaoyang.

"Young Master Li is unwilling?" Tang Xiaoyang asked calmly.

“We’ve always been friends, before and after. It’s not a matter of willingness or unwillingness. I’ve said before that the main responsibility for your humiliation lies with me. Even if you don’t come tonight, I’ll still find a way to get revenge for you,” Lin Tao said with a smile.

“I hope to keep him in Beijing,” Tang Xiaoyang said grimly, her eyes filled with barely suppressed malice.

After Zhang Bing and Zi Xuan made love again in the car, Yuan Zi Xuan offered to drive Zhang Bing back to the Beijing Liaison Office, but Zhang Bing refused. He kissed his beloved man a few times before leaving with a satisfied smile. Before leaving, however, she gave Zhang Bing a difficult question: "If Jiang Yan asks about today's events, and you're hesitant, don't say anything. I'll explain to her—but you need to honestly explain what's going on with your famous actress Ye Tong and other women. I won't let you off the hook next time."

Watching Yuan Zi Xuan leave, Zhang Bing had a terrible headache. Before he knew it, another woman had fallen into his arms, and a noblewoman comparable to Jiang Yan. Judging from her tone, she was even preparing to openly compete with Jiang Yan—good heavens, how was he supposed to live? How was he going to sort out all these relationships in the future?

That night, Zhang Bing slowly walked back to the Beijing Liaison Office. Perhaps he needed more time to think and find a balance.

Over the next two days, Zhang Bing toned down his demeanor and obediently followed Mayor Long on visits to Huasheng Group and Huolin Real Estate, as well as several functional departments of national ministries. In those days, the allocation of national resources was largely controlled by these ministries, and local governments, in order to better secure projects and funding, almost every county and city established a liaison office in Beijing. "Running to ministries for money" had become commonplace in officialdom. It was understood that there were over 1,000 liaison offices of varying sizes in Beijing, consuming an astonishing amount of money annually.

That day, Zhang Bing had just returned from a stroll when he overheard Mayor Long berating the director and deputy director of the liaison office in his room. The gist of his complaint was that despite spending millions annually, nothing was accomplished, and there was absolutely no progress on the budget for the supporting funds for the Hongqi Lake project.

Wang Jinming, from the Beijing office, muttered with a wronged expression, "Some cities have budgets of tens of millions every year."

Mayor Long immediately flared up: "What? Is your work blatant corruption? Isn't that money enough for small gifts during holidays and casual drinks to build relationships? Why millions? Tell me, how do you plan to use it?" Mayor Long hated officials who always resorted to underhanded tactics, even when doing practical work, they insisted on wining and dining. Director Wang

dared not speak again, his face flushed as he lowered his head. Zhang Bing smiled and entered the room to persuade him, then winked at Mayor Long's secretary. The secretary understood and quickly made an excuse that there were documents for the mayor to review. Only then did Mayor Long leave the room indignantly.

Director Wang sighed and said to Zhang Bing, "Village Chief Zhang, we're all just doing our jobs. Tell me, which provincial or municipal office in Beijing isn't blatantly corrupt these days? Mayor Long can't stand these kinds of things, but don't other leaders say the same thing?" Over the past few days, he had developed a good impression of Zhang Bing and sensed his powerful background, so he deliberately tried to cultivate a good relationship with him.

Zhang Bing frowned slightly: "Director Wang, public relations and corruption are two different things. The leaders might have just said something joking when they were drunk; it's best to just let it go. But for you to publicize it like this is inappropriate!"

Director Li's face flushed red; he wished he could disappear into the ground, but he couldn't refute her.

Shangri-La Hotel. Mayor Long hosted a banquet for Director Liao of the Comprehensive Management Department of the National Development and Reform Commission (NDRC). The Comprehensive Management Department is responsible for the statistical work of large-scale project investments, and the Hongqi Lake project needed their approval to receive matching funds.

Director Liao was very talkative and humorous. He was an old acquaintance of Mayor Long and didn't put on airs like a high-ranking official. Frankly speaking, even though Mayor Long was from a prominent department, in Beijing, even the gatekeepers at national ministries probably wouldn't give them a second glance.

Speaking of the Hongqi Lake project, Director Liao sighed, "I can't handle this. Your budget documents won't pass the Ministry of Finance's review. After all, the finances are tight right now; the Ministry of Finance has been cutting budgets since last year. They have their difficulties too!"

Mayor Long smiled and asked, "Director Liao, could you help with the communication? As you know, this project benefits the country and its people, and it involves large enterprises from Beijing. We local officials have a lot of influence!"

Director Liao held his wine glass, considering for a long time. Mayor Long and Zhang Bing watched him expectantly, feeling helpless. In Beijing, the Party Secretary and Mayor were really no different from ordinary citizens. Director

Liao put down his glass and said, "Here's what you do: go to the Budget Department of the Ministry of Finance and try to make the budget look good. Don't let them find any mistakes. As long as they approve it, I won't have any problems." Mayor

Long was somewhat disappointed, but still raised his glass to express his gratitude.

Zhang Bing, however, was wondering whether to ask Jiang Yan or Li Xuan for help. After all, Mayor Long had already lost his temper over this matter, and a few strands of his hair had turned white. Moreover, it was a project she had personally handled. But after thinking about it, she decided to wait and see. Wouldn't it be better if it could be processed through the normal procedures?

Mayor Long was decisive and efficient. The next day, he went to the Ministry of Finance with Zhang Bing and Director Wang. In his words, "This time, we must succeed." He glanced at Zhang Bing intentionally or unintentionally.

Chapter 233 The Lin Family's Test

The silver building of the Ministry of Finance of the Republic pierced the sky, its massive national emblem

on the top floor imposing and solemn, its imposing aura even more palpable when viewed from below. Armed police officers, fully armed, waved them through after checking their work permits, ID cards, and certificates. The security guard at the reception desk of the white metal building conducted another round of checks. A burly man at the reception desk, speaking with a thick Beijing accent, scrutinized Zhang Bing's work permit, looking at him suspiciously: "Village Chief, are you kidding me? This is the Ministry of Finance, not the Petition Office?" The burly man had never seen a village chief come to a ministry to run a project before; he guessed it was unprecedented.

Mayor Long frowned slightly, but still politely said, "He's the person directly in charge of this project, so I brought him along. Is that not allowed?"

The burly man, a diligent worker, sensed something was amiss, weighing the work permit in his hand, hesitant.

Just then, a black Hongqi car slowly drove into the courtyard. The armed police officers at the gate immediately raised their arms in salute, and the fat man also stood ramrod straight, giving a salute.

The Hongqi suddenly stopped, and a middle-aged man jumped out of the car, smiling as he ran towards Zhang Bing. "Young Master Zhang?"

Zhang Bing recognized him immediately; he was one of Li Xuan's brothers. He had been involved in the Heaven on Earth incident a few days ago, and the two had clinked glasses a few times. He seemed to be called Mao Rui, but he didn't know his position or background.

Zhang Bing hurriedly ran over to greet him. Mao Rui glanced at the others, then focused on chatting and laughing with Zhang Bing.

"What wind blew Young Master Zhang here? It's not easy!" Mao Rui smiled broadly. Seeing Zhang Bing's demeanor, the people from Li Xuan's group were quite impressed with him.

Zhang Bing smiled wryly, "Of course, it's Chunfeng. I'm just a small village head; of course, I'm here to secure projects."

"Solidating projects? Young Master Zhang should have said so earlier. What kind of projects? Perhaps I can lend a hand. I happen to work here."

Zhang Bing was delighted; having an acquaintance made things much easier. He smiled and told him what he was doing.

"Hehe, so it's a project you personally handled, brother. No problem, come with me." Mao Rui readily agreed. Zhang Bing then learned that this guy was actually the Director of the Budget Department, a shockingly high position, even higher than Mayor Long's.

Zhang Bing led Mao Rui to see Mayor Long and introduced the two. Mayor Long, having met Director Mao before, quickly shook hands and thanked him, asking for the leader's help.

Mao Rui smiled and said, "I wouldn't dare say that. I'm just a gofer. The Ministry of Finance is very supportive of local governments. The procedures might be a bit cumbersome, but we'll handle it specially and try to improve efficiency."

With the director's involvement, the budget proposal passed smoothly. All procedures were completed in three days. Mayor Long sighed, saying that his original estimate was that the fastest and best outcome would take at least half a month. After speaking, he gave Zhang Bing a deep look. Zhang Bing could only smile wryly and remain silent, but he had to invite Mao Rui to dinner later, giving Mayor Long an opportunity to communicate and build ties.

After dinner that day, Mayor Long went to visit a personal friend. Zhang Bing, who had accompanied Mayor Long to visit ministry officials during the day, was exhausted and was about to take a shower and go to bed early when the phone rang.

"Hey, handsome, have you missed me these days?" Lin Jing's cheerful laughter came through the phone.

This woman was really not your average promiscuous person. If you didn't know better, you'd think it was a prostitute calling. But to be honest, talking to the innocent Lin Jing was very easy and pleasant, just like talking to Jiang Yan when there was no ambiguous relationship between them. Zhang Bing chuckled. "Well, every man would want our beautiful Lin Jing, it's just a pity we don't get the chance."

"Always wanting more than you have, looks like my mother was right, men aren't all that great." Lin Jing spoke without a care in the world. "I'm going to tell Jiang Yan what you said, see how she deals with you, hehe."

Zhang Bing ignored her teasing and didn't want to joke around anymore; the children of high-ranking officials were not to be trifled with, one had to be careful at all times. "Our beautiful General, what brings you here? Please give your instructions."

"Get lost! Can't I contact you if there's nothing wrong? You heartless bastard, and we're supposed to be friends?" Lin Jing still acted coquettishly, then paused before becoming serious. "How about coming to our house now? My grandfather wants to meet you."

Zhang Bing was startled, thinking, "This is where things get complicated." Lin Jing's sudden abandonment of Lin Tao for Zhang Bing's sake was bound to cause a stir in the Lin family. Even if Lin Jing was adamant about standing by Zhang Bing, the Lin family patriarch, General Lin, needed to assess Zhang Bing's potential before making a decision. After all, Zhang Bing was the catalyst and link between the Jiang, Lin, and Li families. Without hesitation, Zhang Bing quickly agreed.

Borrowing a car from the Beijing office, Zhang Bing went to the General Staff villa again.

"Hehe, you've come at a bit of an inopportune time. Uncle Jiang is here too, chatting with my grandfather," Lin Jing said softly, giving him a wink as she opened the door.

Zhang Bing was startled again. It seemed that after he had unintentionally consolidated and disrupted the power dynamics in Beijing, the leaders of these forces were eager to negotiate and communicate, unlike him, who was idle. This was fine too; now that Jiang Yongnian was here, the Lin family would likely accept him more.

After these days of training, Zhang Bing wasn't intimidated by such a grand gathering. He stood smiling at the door, greeting everyone whose eyes met his with his own. However, with so many people inside, he didn't know who was who and struggled to speak. He only noticed Jiang Yongnian and a group of older men sitting at the table, smiling at him. Vice Premier Jiang was usually very serious; aside from his initial outburst at Zhang Bing, he hadn't shown any emotion since, always greeting him calmly. Seeing his smile this time, Zhang Bing guessed he was satisfied with him, which gave him more confidence.

"Come in, have a seat. I'm having a party at home today; your presence will make it more lively," Lin Jing said, pulling Zhang Bing's arm.

"Hmm—hmm—" A graceful and radiant woman sat up from the sofa, coughed twice at Lin Jing, and said, "Jing'er, aren't you going to invite the guests in?" She seemed somewhat displeased with the two's intimate behavior.

Lin Jing then realized she had gotten carried away with her excitement and had grabbed Zhang Bing's arm in front of her family. She quickly let go and said, "Come on, Zhang Bing, let me introduce you. That woman who was speaking just now is my mother. Isn't she beautiful? I'm her daughter—the woman sitting next to my mother is my grandmother. She's old, but still very beautiful. My father is her daughter—that woman who looks a lot like my mother is my second aunt—that woman is my aunt-in-law—"

Lin Jing introduced each person, and Zhang Bing followed suit with a greeting. However, what annoyed him was that Lin Jing, this idiot, had stolen all the flattery he wanted to say. When he wanted to add a few more compliments, he could only repeat Lin Jing's words; she knew these people better, and her flattery was the most appropriate—

After introducing Zhang Bing to her three aunts and four cousins, Lin Jing pointed at Zhang Bing and said, "This is Zhang Bing, Jiang Yan's friend, and also my good friend, hehe—of course, he's supposedly going to be Jiang Yan's boyfriend, Uncle Jiang, right?" Saying this in front of Jiang Yongnian made Zhang Bing realize how incredibly naive she was.

Jiang Yongnian was a little embarrassed, but knowing the girl's personality, he smiled and remained silent, tacitly agreeing.

"Oh, so he's Jiang Yan's boyfriend—very handsome—"

"Yes, and quite polite. Jing'er should find someone like him too—"

"Exactly, Jiang Yan and Jing'er are about the same age and have been best friends since childhood. Jiang Yan has someone in mind, but our Jing'er is still single—"

"What's the rush? My granddaughter is beautiful; she can pick and choose any man in Beijing she wants—"

This group of women had no sense of decorum, pointing and whispering at Zhang Bing, then joking about Lin Jing. Lin Jing blushed and scolded them a few times, then took Zhang Bing's hand and said, "Don't pay them any mind. Come on, my grandpa and the others are drinking. Sit here."

"I don't drink," Zhang Bing said with a smile, shaking his head. Actually, he just wanted to make a joke to lighten the mood. Through his observations over the past few days, he knew that among high-ranking leaders, the more outgoing you were, the more popular you were. Even if you said something wrong, these older men wouldn't mind. As

soon as Zhang Bing said this, the men at the table burst into laughter. An elderly man with silver hair and a ruddy face said, "This kid is quite cunning. We were just talking about your Muay Thai fight at the Mad Dragon Club, haha—"

"This kid is very dishonest, he should be punished with three drinks," Jiang Yongnian said with a smile.

"Come, young man, come and sit down. Jing'er, get another bowl and chopsticks." The old man beckoned to Zhang Bing, then called to Lin Jing.

"Zhang Bing, you go over there. That white-haired old man is my grandfather. That man with glasses is my uncle, and the one sitting below him is my father—I'll get you a bowl and chopsticks." Lin Jing carefully introduced Zhang Bing. Only then did Zhang Bing understand the relationships between the people in the room.

Lin Jing's father pulled up a chair next to him and said, "Come, Zhang Bing. Come and sit down, don't be shy. Although this is our first meeting, we are quite familiar with you. You've only been in Beijing for a few days, and you've almost turned this place upside down—"

"Uncle, you're teasing me." Zhang Bing smiled and sat down, smiling modestly.

Chapter 234

Lin Jing's father placed an empty glass in front of Zhang Bing, then poured half a glass of it, saying, "Everyone knows your background now, so don't try to pull any tricks on us. We've been drinking for ages before you arrived, so as your future father-in-law wishes, you'll have to drink three cups as punishment. You're young, so I've poured you half a cup. Come on, bottoms up."

Zhang Bing looked at the half-full glass of tea leaves and smiled bitterly to himself. Even if he could drink a lot, he couldn't withstand this kind of treatment. But refusing was useless at this point; Old Master Lin was a soldier, and soldiers looked down on those who weren't straightforward.

Zhang Bing raised his glass, stood up, and said to Lin Jing's grandfather, "Zhang Bing is new here and doesn't know the rules, causing a lot of trouble. I'm sorry to have troubled you, General Lin. This cup is for you." With that, Zhang Bing tilted his head back and downed most of the glass of tea leaves in one gulp.

Old Master Lin was overjoyed and praised Zhang Bing to Vice Premier Jiang, who was sitting beside him, for being so sensible. Zhang Bing toasted Jiang Yongnian with his second glass, expressing gratitude for raising such an outstanding and beautiful daughter as Jiang Yan and for his help. His third glass was to Lin Jing's father and uncle.

After three glasses, Zhang Bing was somewhat bewildered. What kind of Maotai was this? He'd drunk it before, but the alcohol content seemed off. What Zhang Bing didn't know was that those sitting at the table were all from military families, seasoned drinkers for decades. Ordinary Maotai was far too strong for them; this was specially sourced, significantly stronger than regular Maotai.

"Look, a connoisseur's words reveal their skill. Zhang Bing downed three glasses in a row, and he's from the South. We Northern men can't be outdone. Come on, Zhang Bing, I'll return the toast. You're a real man. If you ever need my help, just ask. Want to play with guns? It's just a matter of a word—" Lin Jing's uncle raised his glass to Zhang Bing. Zhang Bing didn't know his exact rank, but judging from the conversation, he was a high-ranking general in the General Logistics Department.

“Uncle, you’re bullying him! Let him rest a bit. Zhang Bing, eat some food—” Lin Jing appeared behind Zhang Bing with clean bowls and chopsticks. Seeing Zhang Bing was a little drunk, she quickly put some food in his bowl to help him sober up.

“Thank you,” Zhang Bing smiled and nodded, but dared not put anything else in his mouth. It would be incredibly embarrassing if he suddenly threw up here. Instead of

going to watch TV with her mother, Lin Jing moved a stool and sat behind Zhang Bing, listening to the men’s conversation.

Seeing Zhang Bing’s state, Lin Jing’s uncle laughed and teased, “This is Jiang Yan’s boyfriend, not yours. Why are you sitting next to him?”

Lin Jing’s face flushed red. She glared at her uncle and said, “Jiang Yan isn’t here. Can’t I keep an eye on him for her? Jiang Yan said she wanted me to take good care of him.”

Everyone at the table burst into laughter. The woman on the sofa, not understanding what was going on, curiously craned her neck to look.

After dinner, the four men got together for a mahjong game. Zhang Bing wasn't interested in it, so he declined their invitations and went to the sofa to chat with the women for a while.

Lin Jing came downstairs, seemingly having just showered; her hair was still wet, and she had changed her clothes. She had changed out of her military uniform into a very feminine Tibetan-style patterned tank top and a denim mini-skirt. On her feet were black sandals, no socks, revealing her fair and delicate toes.

"Zhang Bing, let's go for a walk. Let's not chat with these old folks anymore," Lin Jing said with a grin, walking up behind Zhang Bing.

"You silly girl, is Zhang Bing chatting with us bothering you? Where are we going for a walk so late?" Lin Jing's mother retorted, looking at her precious daughter.

"Just a walk on the playground near the gate, maybe I'll send him off to his monastery, hehe. Zhang Bing, let's go." Lin Jing grabbed Zhang Bing's sleeve and pulled her outside without further ado.

Zhang Bing smiled wryly, greeted everyone, and followed Lin Jing out.

The villa was very quiet at night, with no one making a sound. A bright moon hung in the sky, and a gentle summer breeze blew, refreshing their slightly oily bodies. The two walked side by side, neither wanting to speak.

After walking around the basketball court twice, Lin Jing suddenly giggled, then laughed more and more happily until tears streamed down her face, her soft and stunningly beautiful face extremely cute and alluring.

"What are you laughing at?" Zhang Bing asked curiously.

"Don't you think we look like a couple?" Lin Jing said, blinking her eyes.

"Walking around the court twice makes us a couple?" Zhang Bing asked with a smile.

"Oh, you don't understand, I'm talking about our relationship. You idiot—I'm going up there." Lin Jing said, pointing to the crossbar in the middle of the basketball hoop.

"Then go ahead." Zhang Bing glanced at the basketball crossbar, which was over a meter high, and said with a pout.

"How am I supposed to jump in high heels?" Lin Jing pinched Zhang Bing's arm and said reproachfully.

"Don't you know? Shoes can be taken off," Zhang Bing said with a smile. He had seen Lin Jing's slender, rosy feet when she came downstairs earlier; they were as beautiful as jade. Any man who liked women's football would be overjoyed. If Lin Jing really wanted to take off her high-heeled sandals, Zhang Bing would be more than happy to oblige, after all, he was the only spectator.

"You're so annoying. You have to carry me up," Lin Jing said with a laugh, pointing to the railing.

"What do you want to do up there?" Zhang Bing asked with a smile.

"It's cool up there. Hurry up—stop dawdling—" Lin Jing said, raising her arms towards Zhang Bing. Her Tibetan-style printed tank top was pulled high, revealing her clean-shaven armpits, flat, sexy stomach, and her round, alluring navel.

Zhang Bing took two steps closer to Lin Jing, the milky scent of her post-shower gel becoming even stronger, wafting into his nostrils. Zhang Bing placed her arms under Lin Jing's armpits, and with a slight push, Lin Jing lifted off the ground. She also reached out and grabbed the horizontal bar, then climbed up.

Once she was settled, Zhang Bing carefully withdrew his hands. He held them to his nose; they still smelled sweet.

"You pervert, what are you smelling?" Lin Jing saw Zhang Bing's actions, her face slightly flushed, and she scolded him sweetly.

"It smells good, smell it if you don't believe me," Zhang Bing said, reaching out his hands.

"Ugh—do I have to smell my own body?" Lin Jing slapped Zhang Bing's hand away, and because of the sudden movement, she lurched forward, almost falling. Zhang Bing quickly caught her from behind, afraid she would fall.

"Miss, you should get down. It's dangerous up here," Zhang Bing said with a wry smile from below.

"No way." Lin Jing's initial panic was fleeting; once she was settled, she reverted to her usual self. "Jiang Yan and I used to love sitting here when we were little."

"The problem is you were young then. Now that you're older, it's not good to do that anymore, haha—and don't drag Jiang Yan into this, okay? She's a good girl, definitely not as naughty as you." Zhang Bing smiled as he leaned against the railing, facing Lin Jing. He didn't believe Jiang Yan would have been so mischievous as a child.

While speaking, he inadvertently looked down and almost had a nosebleed. Good heavens, the ups and downs of life were happening too fast, it was too exciting.

He saw Lin Jing's white panties. And the bulge in the middle of the panties. Bathed in the distant lights, it shimmered with an aura of holiness yet incomparably alluring. Zhang Bing swore to the Jesus hanging on his wall that he truly hadn't seen it on purpose.

Lin Jing took off the officer's uniform that made her look incredibly seductive, like a policewoman playing seduction, and changed into an unusually refreshing outfit. She wore a small tank top and a super-short denim skirt. Of course, even in this outfit, Zhang Bing couldn't possibly see her underwear. But the problem lay in their current position.

Lin Jing sat on a horizontal bar over a meter high, her legs spread wide open without any attempt at seduction, her two smooth, white thighs playfully swinging back and forth.

Zhang Bing, facing her, leaned against the support bar of the frame, and with a lowered head, he was greeted by an irresistible sight—to be honest, this position was incredibly tempting. If it were his own woman, Zhang Bing wouldn't mind sticking his head over. The problem was, this woman didn't belong to him. If he stuck his head over there—who knew if her grandfather would shoot him?

Zhang Bing desperately wanted to turn his head away, but the attraction there was too strong. He tried several times, but his eyes would still occasionally wander there. The word "sex," the allure of unspoken desire and subtle revelation, was most tempting. How could Zhang Bing, a mere mortal, resist such temptation?

"What are you doing?" Lin Jing sensed Zhang Bing's gaze and asked curiously.

"I'm looking at your feet," Zhang Bing replied earnestly. What a clever child! Admitting small mistakes allows one to continue making bigger ones.

How could a naive little woman possibly outwit an old fox like Zhang Bing?

Chapter 235 You're Wet

Sure enough, Lin Jing's gaze was immediately drawn to those incredibly beautiful feet by Zhang Bing's words. She stopped swaying, presented her small feet to Zhang Bing, and asked with a smile, "Pretty, isn't it?"

"Pretty," Zhang Bing nodded, staring at her white panties.

"Whose feet are prettier, hers's or Jiang Yan's?" Lin Jing continued. Zhang Bing noticed that Lin Jing always liked to make comparisons, especially with Jiang Yan. She remembered the last time Lin Jing asked who was prettier between her and Jiang Yan, and now she was asking about their feet. Poor girl, having such an outstanding peer is a tragedy. No matter how hard you try or how excellent you are, the glory and brilliance you gain are always stolen by that more dazzling person, which is truly frustrating. Lin Jing was already outstanding enough; her research in military equipment was genius-level, and she had become a colonel at such a young age. With her family's formidable background, she would likely become a general in a few years. But compared to her, Jiang Yan, from the same compound and her best friend, was more outstanding, or rather, her family background was now better and more dazzling; perhaps in the young girl's heart, the man she found was also dazzling enough to make her jealous.

"Hers are prettier," Zhang Bing said bluntly.

"Why?" Lin Jing asked, her eyes wide.

"Hers let me touch them. Yours I can only look at. Of course I think hers is prettier," Zhang Bing replied matter-of-factly, thinking to himself that he hoped the Jiang family wouldn't hear him, or he'd be in big trouble—but in reality, he had actually touched Jiang Yan's feet when she asked him to massage them.

"—"

Seeing Lin Jing sitting on the horizontal bar, pouting and not saying a word, looking quite angry, Zhang Bing felt he was being very wrong. She had climbed so high so he could see her panties, and he had hurt her like this; it was unforgivable. Would telling a lie kill someone?

"Haha, just kidding, don't be angry. Actually, your feet each have their own merits. Hers are fuller, more fleshy to the touch, while yours are slender and fair, looking more sexy—" Zhang Bing said with a flattering smile, but he was genuinely serious about pointing out the advantages and disadvantages of each woman's feet.

"Really?" Lin Jing's eyes suddenly brightened, as if a light had suddenly come on in the large basketball court.

“Of course. I’ve lived for over thirty years and haven’t told a single lie.” Zhang Bing nodded very seriously.

“Hmph, at least you have some conscience.” Lin Jing proudly raised her head. Then she giggled and said, “My butt hurts, I’m going to jump down, you have to catch me, okay?”

Zhang Bing quickly glanced at Lin Jing’s panties and said, “Okay, jump, I’ll catch you.”

Zhang Bing spread his arms below, and Lin Jing, seeing the right direction, pushed herself up and jumped into Zhang Bing’s arms.

Just as Zhang Bing was about to put her down, she showed no intention of getting down. With her legs between Zhang Bing’s legs and her arms around his neck, before Zhang Bing could even ask, she leaned in and kissed Zhang Bing on the nose—

Zhang Bing almost burst out laughing. Was there really such an idiotic woman?

She must have wanted to kiss his lips, but she was too nervous and had no practical knowledge in this area, so she went to the wrong spot. Just as Zhang Bing was about to remind her to move down, his mouth was already covered by a warm, moist place, and then a slippery, slightly sweet little snake slithered into his mouth.

Soldiers generally have excellent lung capacity; whenever Zhang Bing kissed other women, they would be breathless and eventually have to push him away forcefully. Lin Jing, however, lacked skill but could rival Zhang Bing in stamina. The two kissed passionately for several minutes before stopping.

Lin Jing, still clinging to Zhang Bing, looked up, stuck out her tongue, and frowned slightly, saying, "Why do you smell like alcohol?"

"Of course it smells like alcohol, but if it smelled like cola, it would be terrible," Zhang Bing said with a smile, squinting at Lin Jing's pretty face and delicate features so close to his.

"You're getting hard," Lin Jing said, scratching Zhang Bing's little treasure.

"You're wet." During their passionate kiss, Lin Jing grabbed Zhang Bing's genitals, while Zhang Bing simultaneously reached for his long-desired white underwear.

"Put me down," Lin Jing said. Zhang Bing didn't refuse and put her on the ground.

Lin Jing grabbed Zhang Bing's hand and said, "Come with me."

Wasn't this a bit too hasty? That was Zhang Bing's first thought.

Zhang Bing had always considered himself a very traditional man, appreciating the fusion of body and soul. He'd only met Lin Jing a pitifully few times, and now she wanted to take him to a hotel—how could this woman be like this? It was far too casual.

Zhang Bing suddenly stopped. Lin Jing pulled him towards the lower left corner of the sports field. Feeling she couldn't pull him any further, she turned around and asked, "Why aren't you moving?"

"Where are we going?" Zhang Bing asked with a smile.

"To where we should go." Lin Jing grabbed Zhang Bing's arms with both hands, urging, "Hurry up."

Apparently, for a man to seduce a woman, he needed to be well-versed in Sun Tzu's Art of War and master the Thirty-Six Stratagems, exhausting himself before the woman would shyly place him against her chest and say, "Let me touch this—there—and then I'll give it to you when we get married—." Zhang Bing smiled wryly. What kind of woman was this, even more impatient than him?

Lin Jing seemed determined to offer herself, pulling Zhang Bing along with all her might. Zhang Bing hesitated for a moment, but followed. It was impossible not to be tempted by such a beautiful woman offering herself. However, Zhang Bing still felt uneasy. If he really fell for Lin Jing, would her grandfather forgive him? Besides, they all knew he was Jiang Yan's man; even if he wanted to take responsibility, she wouldn't agree.

Zhang Bing was puzzled as to where Lin Jing was taking him. With so many people in her family, even if she dared to make him fall for her, he wouldn't dare. Where else could they go? To have sex in this basketball court?

The thought made Zhang Bing's lust surge. He glanced around and smiled bitterly. Although the basketball court consisted of several smaller courts, there were streetlights everywhere, making everything clearly visible. What could they do? What if someone suddenly jumped out and gave him impotence?

Lin Jing pulled Zhang Bing's hand forward, leading him towards the far left corner of the sports field. Only then did Zhang Bing notice a small, single-story house in that corner. It was in a dark spot, hidden by a row of poplar trees. It would be difficult to spot if one wasn't paying attention.

"What is this place?" Zhang Bing asked.

"A storage room," Lin Jing whispered, tightening her grip on Zhang Bing's hand, still unwilling to let go. Zhang Bing could feel the sweat between their clasped hands. Was she not as carefree as she appeared on the surface? What was driving her to do this?

Lin Jing led Zhang Bing across the roadside flowerbed, through the row of poplar trees, and stopped at the door of the small house. She turned the round lock on the right, and the door opened with a click. Lin Jing then grabbed Zhang Bing as if afraid he would suddenly wander off, and pulled him inside.

Bang!

The door of the small house was slammed shut by Lin Jing, and the house was plunged into darkness. With Zhang Bing's eyesight, he could only make out the general outlines of some objects, but it was difficult to discern any more detailed information about them.

"Where's the switch?" Zhang Bing asked. His eyes darted around, searching the wall for the light switch. The room wasn't large; a row of poplar trees blocked the moonlight, and something else obscured the area near the window, making movement difficult. However, this kind of environment could stimulate the secretion of hormones in both men and women, making it perfect for an affair.

"No light," Lin Jing said hoarsely. In the quiet space, her breathing became rapid, and Zhang Bing could even hear her heartbeat and heavy breathing. "Zhang Bing, hold me."

The last sentence was clearly superfluous; when Lin Jing asked Zhang Bing to hold her, she had already offered herself to him. She frantically wrapped her arms around Zhang Bing's neck, and then once again pressed her soft, moist lips to his.

The northern weather was already quite dry, and Zhang Bing, like dry tinder, had already ignited under the fiery stimulation of Lin Jing. Lin Jing leaned closer, and Zhang Bing's hands touched a large expanse of her skin. He felt the softness of her breasts against his chest; this woman was quite well-developed, and her body was soft and yielding, leaving a large indentation when pressed.

Their tongues intertwined. Lin Jing, not to be outdone, slipped her hand under Zhang Bing's shirt, caressing her chest. When Zhang Bing reached under her tank top and grasped a large, alluring mound, she mimicked him, grabbing Zhang Bing's nipples with two fingers.

Chapter 236

Suddenly, Lin Jing withdrew her tongue from Zhang Bing's mouth, creating some distance between them, and began unbuttoning Zhang Bing's shirt. Because the room was too dark, she unbuttoned it too hastily, and the few buttons stubbornly held their ground, protecting Zhang Bing's virginity. Lin Jing grew impatient and simply began tearing at them.

"Your clothes are torn—" Zhang Bing quickly pulled his hand away from Lin Jing's full breasts, stopping her.

"I'll buy you some—" Lin Jing's panting and hoarse voice mingled together, filling the dark room with a seductive cacophony.

Zhang Bing felt these lines were familiar, but he couldn't quite place them. Then, he felt a small mouth begin to kiss his skin. Zhang Bing, in a swift move, touched Lin Jing's underwear before slipping his hand inside, finding it wet and sticky—

as both of them lost control of their desires, desperately biting and tearing at each other's clothes, Zhang Bing knew that even if the old man held a gun to his head, he would still have his precious granddaughter. This vixen, clearly a virgin, somehow learned so many techniques for seducing men, far more proficient than many women who were no longer virgins—

Lin Jing's desire was also ignited, and while kissing Zhang Bing, she pulled him towards the corner. As they approached the corner, Lin Jing suddenly wrapped her arms around Zhang Bing's neck, and the two bodies fell downwards together. Just as Zhang Bing was about to pull her up, he realized that Lin Jing had deliberately used force to turn them both down, and there seemed to be something cushioning the ground.

Only then did Zhang Bing feel safe enough to fall down with her. Sure enough, there seemed to be a spring-loaded cushion on the ground. Lin Jing must have been here recently, otherwise, she wouldn't know so clearly. Their bodies slammed onto the cushion with a thud, the spring bouncing them up before they fell again. Before they could even penetrate, they both climaxed in that rise and fall.

Zhang Bing pressed Lin Jing's limp body beneath him, tore off her panties, and didn't even have time to remove her skirt, only pulling it up to her waist. Just as he was about to thrust in, Lin Jing grabbed his penis.

"Don't do this, my clothes will get wrinkled—" Lin Jing said breathlessly. Before Zhang Bing could react, she had already pushed him off her body and then lay face down on the spring mat, sticking out her white, plump buttocks—

yes, they were really white. In this small, enclosed room where it was pitch black, Zhang Bing could clearly see the color of her buttocks.

The allure of this position far surpassed any Japanese uniform fetish. Zhang Bing felt the temperature in his abdomen rising higher and higher, and his penis became as hard as iron, desperately needing to find a way in—

"Ah—"

"What's wrong?"

"It hurts."

"Never mind then."

"No—"

Hearing her coquettish yet coquettish voice, Zhang Bing couldn't help but kiss her lips. Lin Jing automatically responded with her little tongue, and the two of them hugged tightly, their bodies intertwined like two snakes. He

didn't know when it started, but the sausage slowly began to gently thrust in and out. Lin Jing was no longer in pain; instead, she felt pleasure and moaned softly.

"Zhang Bing... oh... oh..."

Zhang Bing gradually increased the speed of his thrusts, and she could bear it all.

"Oh...so good...God...how can it be...so good...this time...it's hitting my heart...ah...ah..."

Lin Jing, experiencing love for the first time, was overwhelmed with pleasure. The unprecedented comfort her lover was giving her made her feel like she was flying to heaven. Meanwhile, Zhang Bing felt his penis being enveloped by warm, tight, tender flesh. The vagina was incredibly sensitive, and his penetration was exhilarating. In the darkness, he kissed Lin Jing's lips, dimples, cheeks, and snow-white neck. Lin Jing felt Zhang Bing's affection and hugged him even tighter.

Zhang Bing felt that Lin Jing's vagina was very wet and slippery. Every time his penis withdrew from her vagina, it would pull out a large puddle. Soon, his lower body was covered in a mess. Zhang Bing hadn't expected that Lin Jing, who had only just had sex today, would be more aroused than any other woman he'd ever been with. He sat up, feeling the sausage thrusting in and out of her vagina, each entry accompanied by a "splat" sound. Lin Jing cried out, "Ah!" After a few thrusts, he could no longer be gentle. He picked up his large member and began to thrust hard, each time going all the way in. Lin Jing moaned and cried out, her juices splashing everywhere. Waves of pleasure washed over her, unable to withstand the onslaught of that enormous member. Her clitoris trembled violently, finally reaching its peak.

"Ah...ah...oh my god...what...what's going on...it's not good...I'm going to die...ah...ah...I'm going to die...Bing...Bing...hold me tight...ah...so...so beautiful...ah...ah..."

Zhang Bing felt Lin Jing's vagina tremble from the tip of the sausage, her juices gushing out incessantly. All the expressions on her face froze; she had reached her first orgasm in her life.

Zhang Bing stopped moving, the sausage still soaking inside Lin Jing's vagina. She gently nibbled and kissed Lin Jing's earlobe, asking, "Silly girl, isn't it beautiful?"

Lin Jing was weak all over, barely managing to wrap her arms around Zhang Bing, but unable to answer.

Zhang Bing told her to rest a bit, then subtly moved her hips up and down, the sausage getting aroused again. This time, Lin Jing couldn't get aroused, only softly begging for mercy.

"...Slower...a little..."

The new vagina still hurt a little, so Zhang Bing adjusted the speed, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, her hands stroking everywhere to distract Lin Jing from the pain. Lin Jing gradually regained her strength; perhaps she was truly in heat today, her lust rising. She actively moved her hips, moaning, "Mmm...hum..."

"Oh...oh...deeper...ah..."

Zhang Bing knew what she wanted at this moment, and with sudden, powerful thrusts, the sausage relentlessly entering and exiting. Lin Jing involuntarily contracted her vagina. Zhang Bing couldn't bear it any longer. Her vagina was already tight and narrow, and now it contracted even more beautifully. Zhang Bing couldn't stop himself. His penis sent a tingling and numb warning signal. He no longer cared about prolonging his strength. His penis suddenly swelled up and reached the critical point. Lin Jing, unaware that Zhang Bing was nearing his end, only felt the sausage inside her vagina like a hot iron rod, constantly swelling and growing, causing her indescribable pleasure. She wished her lover would simply pierce through her core, moaning wildly, "Good...so comfortable...you...are killing me...ah...never mind...ah...oh...I...I'm coming again...ah...oh...I'm going to fly...oh..."

Unaware of her pain, the virgin Lin Jing, after a brief period of unconsciousness following their mutual orgasm, frantically continued her lovemaking with Zhang Bing, again and again. When Zhang Bing tried to stop her, she even pushed him down onto the spring mat, straddling him and writhing violently—

Zhang Bing clearly sensed something was wrong with this woman.

When Lin Jing was exhausted and could no longer move, she lay limply in Zhang Bing's arms, breathing heavily.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Bing gently asked, stroking her smooth back. Because she was afraid of getting her clothes dirty or wrinkled, she had already torn off her tank top.

"It's okay. I'm in heat—let's just pretend we're a couple—" Clearly, Lin Jing didn't want to talk about this with Zhang Bing. She got off Zhang Bing and started dressing.

After Lin Jing had long since left, and the only things left in the room besides Zhang Bing were the strong smell of mingled male and female hormones, Zhang Bing suddenly remembered why their conversation when Lin Jing was tearing her clothes sounded so familiar—it was like a dream she had last night where a woman said those words, but she never thought it would come true.

Zhang Bing looked at her shirt with two buttons torn off by Lin Jing and smiled bitterly. With a woman's keen observation and sensitivity, if she went back wearing this, someone would definitely notice something was amiss. Lin Jing's behavior today was very strange; she didn't want to answer, and Zhang Bing couldn't guess what was going on. Everything would eventually come to light.

After straightening his clothes, making sure the buttons were fastened correctly and the zipper was zipped up, Zhang Bing once again peered into the small, dark room through the sliver of light filtering through the slightly ajar door where Lin Jing had left. He realized it was a sports storage room, with various balls and boxing gloves in the corner. The "lovemaking tool" the two of them had just used was a military-green trampoline. Zhang Bing didn't know its purpose, but it had conveniently come to his aid.

He sniffed the lingering scent of hormones from their repeated encounters, thinking that whoever opened the door tomorrow might also be assaulted by the smell. Since the window was blocked by some clutter, Zhang Bing had to open the door to allow air circulation and dilute the body odor.

He knew he couldn't show himself in this state, so he walked out of the compound, took a few minutes to the main street, hailed a taxi, and asked the driver to take him to a clothing store to change his shirt before heading to the Beijing Liaison Office.

Chapter 237 The Kite's Memory

However, Zhang Bing's plan didn't go as planned. Before he could even call the Beijing Liaison Office, the phone rang. He saw it was Jiang Yan calling.

"Hey, buddy, what's up?" Zhang Bing felt guilty and guilty towards Jiang Yan, so he tried to sound relaxed.

"Nothing much, just a bit annoyed and can't sleep. Want to come for a walk? I'm right outside your Beijing Liaison Office." Jiang Yan didn't joke around as usual; her voice was rather deep.

Although Zhang Bing was reluctant to go, she had already come to his door, so he had to bite the bullet. Fortunately, Jiang Yan didn't ask him why he was out so late, saving him a lot of trouble.

It was almost midnight, but for Beijing, this international metropolis, the vibrant nightlife was just beginning. High-rise buildings flashed neon lights, cars flowed endlessly, and crowds thronged the streets. Countless stylish young men and women walked in groups of three or five, their familiar Beijing accents still carrying from afar.

Jiang Yan walked ahead silently, with Zhang Bing following behind like a dutiful bodyguard. They strolled along several bustling streets, showing no interest in the rows of department stores, clothing and shoe shops, jewelry stores, and gold and silver shops. She merely glanced at them and walked past. Zhang Bing had invited Jiang Yan several times, wanting her to go in and try on the gold, silver, and jade items, and then splurge—buying whatever she liked—but Jiang Yan remained unmoved by his humble suggestions. In fact, it seemed as if she harbored some deep hatred for him, refusing to acknowledge him. Zhang Bing was

n't particularly heartbroken; he had already anticipated this outcome. If Jiang Yan were to succumb to those gold and silver treasures, then she wouldn't be Jiang Yan; she wasn't an ordinary woman.

Jiang Yan wasn't captivated by the glitz and glamour of the main street. Instead, at an intersection, she headed towards a side street adjacent to the main thoroughfare. That street couldn't compare to the main thoroughfare in terms of foot traffic, nor did it have as many fancy storefronts or dazzling array of valuable goods. However, it was incredibly humane, with all sorts of pastries, snacks, lamb skewers, Lanzhou noodles, calligraphy and paintings, pirated CDs, books, and so on, instantly pulling people back from the previous glitz and glamour to the realities of life.

Jiang Yan's previously unfocused gaze finally sharpened, and she began to examine each stall and its wares with great interest. She even spent a considerable amount of time browsing through books at a shabby little bookstall, but ultimately bought nothing. Seeing the nearby ice cream shop bustling with customers, Jiang Yan even sat down at a slightly greasy table near the entrance and ordered a cup of mung bean juice. Zhang Bing finally had a chance to treat her and curry favor, so he went over and sat opposite her, ordering a coconut juice.

Seeing a beautiful woman eat was a feast for the eyes, and even more so, a delightful experience. Watching Jiang Yan carefully spoon-feed the emerald green food, Zhang Bing was filled with envy—those mung beans, dying of hunger, would never know they would have such a blissful moment.

He quickly paid, following behind Jiang Yan, and said with a smile, "People often like to judge the value of an object by its price—they're all just a bunch of vulgar people—there are so many things in this world that money can't measure, or rather, the results obtained using money as a unit of calculation are wildly wrong—what are you looking at?"

As Zhang Bing was passionately discussing his philosophy of life, he realized that Jiang Yan hadn't been listening attentively at all. He stopped, his gaze drawn to something ahead, his mind seemingly carried far, far away.

"Kite—Fang Kite—" a tall man called out from the roadside in a thick Shandong accent, a large pile of kites of all sizes and colors displayed before him. There were also some boxed kites nearby, which were of a higher quality. Jiang Yan's gaze was drawn to a long-tailed butterfly paper kite that the man was holding as a sample.

Seeing the sorrowful look on Jiang Yan's face as she stood before Lan Shan, Zhang Bing's thoughts were also suddenly pulled back to those vibrant, distant times by this kite. Jiang Yan was still lost in her own world, her eyes blankly fixed on the butterfly kite held by the Shandong man. Zhang Bing wondered what this kite meant to Jiang Yan—a beautiful childhood memory? A testament to their relationship? Or perhaps, a memory of her former friends?

"Boss, how much is this kite?" A young couple approached, the girl pointing to the paper kite in the shopkeeper's hand.

"Fifty yuan," the shopkeeper quickly handed over the sample kite so they could examine it more closely.

"Boss, can you make it cheaper?" The boy was about to pay when the girl stopped him and asked.

“No, really no. I didn’t dare take it—this is a genuine handmade kite, I brought it from my hometown—”

“Twenty-five yuan, is that okay?” The girl blinked her bright eyes and asked with a smile.

“No, no, beautiful lady, you’ve cut the price in half, I really can’t sell it—” The Shandong man shook his head like a rattle-drum.

“Boss, how about ten yuan off? Forty yuan, I’ll buy it.” The man took out forty yuan from his wallet and said.

It was this transaction that pulled Jiang Yan back to reality from her memories. Looking at the girl holding the kite with a face full of joy, now filled with disappointment, she sighed softly. She took a step forward. Her thin, independent figure looked somewhat lonely in the bustling crowd. Zhang

Bing no longer hesitated and walked towards the young couple dressed as students. After a while, he chased after Jiang Yan, holding the kite the girl had given him.

“What did he say to you? Why did you give him the kite?” the boy asked in confusion. Zhang Bing had just whispered a few words to his girlfriend, and she gave him the kite. She wouldn't even accept money from him.

"How pitiful," the girl murmured, watching Zhang Bing's departing figure.

"What?" the man asked, his tone slightly displeased.

"He said he met a girl because of flying a kite, the one we just saw—the one who was staring blankly at the kite. He said he'd been pursuing her for six years, but she'd never agreed to be his girlfriend. Today, he was going to ask her out one last time, and if she still refused, he'd leave her forever—he said he could tell the girl liked the kite, so he thought buying it as a gift might bring him good luck—"

The girl finished speaking, then looked at the boy and said coquettishly, "He's been pursuing a girl for six years—and you've only been pursuing me for less than six months! Because I didn't agree, you were going to make a scene, getting drunk outside the school, so pathetic—sigh, I hope that guy can win over his lover; there aren't many men like that anymore—"

Hearing his girlfriend bring up his past, the boy smiled awkwardly, too embarrassed to ask any more questions. He put his arm around his girlfriend's waist and said, "I'll go buy you another kite."

"No, I already have one." The girl shook her head with a smile, looking mischievously at her boyfriend, thinking to herself, "Silly boy, you are the kite I hold dear."

Zhang Bing, holding the kite, caught up with Jiang Yan, who was walking ahead, and ran in front of her, blocking her path with the kite.

"To miss out on something you love is a regret in life," Zhang Bing said with a smile.

Jiang Yan gazed at the butterfly kite so close to her, exactly like the one in her memory, and gently stroked it with her delicate hand. The thick paper, the colorful paintings, the sturdy yet resilient frame, and that striking long, colorful tail.

"It's for you," Zhang Bing said gently, knowing that Jiang Yan truly liked it.

"Although it looks similar, it's not the same one as before," Jiang Yan shook her head slightly.

Zhang Bing held the kite, somewhat conflicted. If Jiang Yan didn't take it, what was the point of him taking the kite?

"Zhang Bing, are you wondering what's wrong with me today?" Jiang Yan suddenly asked.

Zhang Bing's heart pounded. Was he finally going to untangle her knot? Zhang Bing nodded but didn't answer, quietly waiting for her explanation.

"Do you remember that kite?" Seeing Zhang Bing shake her head, Jiang Yan was clearly disappointed. "You, I really don't know what you remember now. That was the kite we made ourselves at your house a month ago. Fei Fei and I flew it together then; you basically made it."

Ignoring Zhang Bing's shame, Jiang Yan continued, "Zhang Bing, the time we spent at your house before the New Year was really happy. I originally wanted to help you, which is why all these things happened in Beijing, but now it seems like I was wrong—since coming back from the New Year, I haven't been happy, and you seem very tired too. There are too many things to deal with, too many problems to think about, too many relationships to balance. I don't like it; it's something I've never liked since I was little—you know, now I always feel like we're drifting further and further apart, and we can never go back to what we were like half a month ago—"

Before she could finish, Jiang Yan suppressed a faint sob and ran wildly back the way she came.

Chapter 238 Jiang Yan's Outburst:

Was I Wrong? Yes, all of this was actually given by Jiang Yan, but I had betrayed her repeatedly? What should I do? Zhang Bing stood there, stunned. At that moment, he wished he had never returned to the capital—then Jiang Yan would still be that cheerful and pure friend, that girl full of laughter.

Holding the butterfly kite, Zhang Bing chased after Jiang Yan through the crowd. No matter what he said, he needed to give her an explanation. Even if he couldn't melt the ice and despair in her heart, he wanted to leave her with a sliver of warmth, a spark that could ignite a prairie fire someday.

Zhang Bing stumbled as he ran past the girl who had given him the kite. The girl watched his lonely, forlorn figure, and suddenly, for some reason, her eyes welled up with tears. The boy came over with two cups of mung bean ice. Seeing his girlfriend standing there crying, he awkwardly wiped away her tears, anxiously asking what was wrong.

"We must be happy," the girl sobbed softly as she threw herself into the boy's arms.

The boy hugged her tightly, nodding hastily.

Zhang Bing chased after her for a while, but lost sight of Jiang Yan. He took out his phone and dialed her number, but it kept ringing without an answer.

Zhang Bing cut through the side streets and onto the main road, running frantically for a while. He ran all the way back to the Beijing Liaison Office, but still couldn't find Jiang Yan. He asked the hotel staff at the entrance, but they hadn't seen the woman Zhang Bing described come over, although Jiang Yan's car was still in the parking lot.

Zhang Bing was extremely anxious. It was so late, and it was dangerous for a girl to be alone on the street. He was even more afraid that Jiang Yan might have an accident due to her grief. He started running back again, wondering if he had missed her while running too fast. Given her current state, even if he ran past her, she wouldn't pay any attention to him unless she noticed him.

Jiang Yan stood in the glass window of a convenience store by the roadside, watching Zhang Bing, who was looking around anxiously and running past her again. Her heart ached, her nose tingled, and her eyes began to moisten.

"Hey beautiful, why are you crying?" A man's voice suddenly rang in her ears. As the voice came, a pair of hands reached for Jiang Yan's shapely, plump buttocks.

Jiang Yan quickly dodged, her face turning cold. "Get lost," she said.

The thug, who had been eyeing her beauty and trying to take advantage of her, was somewhat surprised. Hearing Jiang Yan's cold, icy rebuke, the thug with his bird's nest-like hair burst into laughter, saying to his companion, "This little chick is pretty fierce. I like her—don't try to compete with me—"

"I'll say it again. Get lost." Jiang Yan was already in a bad mood, and hearing this man named Bao Ya consider her taboo only fueled her anger, making her face even colder.

"Haha, beautiful, my name is Bao Ya. What's your surname, beautiful? How about we become friends—" the bird's nest-haired man said shamelessly.

"Get lost." This time, Jiang Yan's words were even more concise and scathing.

"Damn it, you bitch, don't be so stubborn, I'll get you—" Before the man in the bird's nest could finish speaking, he found himself flying backward, crashing into a row of shipping containers with a loud thud before landing heavily on the ground. Jiang Yan had no desire to exchange words with this scum. Children from military families were often forced to learn martial arts by their elders. Jiang Yan, Lin Jing, and Yuan Zixuan, her close friends, all possessed remarkable skills beneath their delicate appearances. The past few months of living independently had also made Jiang Yan more calm and resilient.

The two friends of the man in the bird's nest were stunned for a long time, never expecting this woman to be so fierce. She attacked without saying a word, and even kicked one of their brothers away.

"Damn it, what are you two idiots looking at—get the hell out of here—" The man in the bird's nest, clutching his stomach and lying on the ground, finally managed to get up. Seeing the fools standing there motionless, he couldn't help but curse.

The two thugs realized they had been staring at the woman for far too long. Just as they were about to respond to their companion's call, Jiang Yan kicked them twice more, sending them flying.

Two more shelves in the convenience store tipped over, and customers stopped shopping, staring in amazement at the incredibly powerful woman. People outside, who had seen the fight through the window, also gathered to watch.

Jiang Yan disliked crowded places and even more so, she disliked being watched. Seeing the crowd gathering, she frowned slightly and prepared to leave when a convenience store employee approached her.

"They'll pay—" Jiang Yan said, pointing to one of the men lying on the ground.

"But—" The employee started to say something, but seeing Jiang Yan's icy gaze, he quickly stopped. He didn't want to end up like those three poor guys, kicked away by a woman.

"Make way, make way—what's going on inside?" a shout came from the crowd. Soon, a path opened up through the crowd, and two policemen walked over. They glanced at the situation in the convenience store and the three people lying on the ground groaning, then looked at the clerk and asked, "What happened? Was there a fight?"

Jiang Yan was standing right in front of them, yet they hadn't noticed, unaware that this pretty girl was the culprit.

The convenience store clerk glanced at Jiang Yan and timidly said, "It was her—she had a conflict with these three on the ground."

"It was you?" the two policemen asked, their faces full of surprise.

"Yes," Jiang Yan nodded.

"Why did you fight?" one of the shorter policemen asked.

"They deserved it," Jiang Yan said calmly.

"You—" The two policemen almost vomited blood from anger. "You, and all three of you—get up! Stop playing dead, come with us to the station—"

Zhang Bing ran another block ahead, and when he returned, he saw the crowd gathered in front of the convenience store. Running over, he saw the two policemen leading Jiang Yan, who looked more like she was going to a banquet than to the police station, and the three thugs emerging from the crowd. Zhang Bing panicked and quickly ran over.

"Hey, brother, what's going on?" Zhang Bing blocked the group and asked.

"Who are you?" asked the square-faced, slightly shorter policeman.

"I'm her boyfriend," Zhang Bing said, pointing at Jiang Yan. "What did my girlfriend do? You're taking her away?"

The two policemen looked back at Jiang Yan's expression, and seeing that she didn't deny it, said, "She got into a fight—and injured three people. We have to take them back to the station for questioning."

"Why did she hit people? Did you find out? You can't just take people away like that. We have a lot of things to do tonight." "Zhang Bing said angrily, blocking the way. He was still holding his phone, wondering why Jiang Yan wouldn't reveal her identity. He considered calling Li Xuan and the others, but the matter at hand was too insignificant. If he troubled them with such a small thing, he would owe them a huge favor.

"Aren't we taking her in for questioning? Please move aside, we are on official business. You are her family member, you can come with us to the station to find out the situation—" the tall policeman looked at Zhang Bing and said.

Zhang Bing thought for a moment, then smiled with narrowed eyes. He said, "Okay, I'll go with you." "

As soon as Zhang Bing spoke, the two policemen and the three thugs who had been tackled by Jiang Yan breathed a sigh of relief, as if they had been expecting this outcome for a long time.

The two policemen, three thugs, plus Zhang Bing and Jiang Yan, made up a group of seven, just enough to fit in the police van. The two policemen sat casually in the driver's and passenger's seats at the front, not worried about the criminals jumping out to escape. Zhang Bing and Jiang Yan sat in the second row, and the three thugs squeezed into the back. Police rarely use this kind of vehicle; they only use it when arresting criminals. They seemed to have anticipated seven people, even bringing a seven-seater van. With Zhang Bing's caution, he naturally noticed this detail, but deliberately pretended not to.

"Are you hurt?" Zhang Bing asked Jiang Yan, who was sitting next to him, with a smile.

"No," Jiang Yan replied calmly.

"Why did you get into a fight with these three scumbags? Aren't you afraid of getting dirty?" Zhang Bing glanced at the three guys in the back and asked with a smile.

"I was angry." "Jiang Yan answered expressionlessly, clearly still angry.

Their conversation reached the ears of the other five people in the car without a word. The two policemen exchanged strange glances, their expressions strange, but remained silent. The three thugs in the back were not happy. They started cursing and shouting.

"What are you two bitches saying?"

"Damn it, I'll settle the score with you when you get out alive—"

"You little bitch, see how I deal with you later—"

"Shut up, all of you." The policeman in the passenger seat suddenly turned around, glaring sternly at the three thugs in the back.

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