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I was seduced and raped by the girl next door and ejaculated on three times. 

Chapter 1 The Drunken Wife
"Get away, don't touch me."
Han Dong's hand was flung away, and he frowned as he looked at the swaying woman in front of him.
This was his newlywed wife, Xia Meng. She had drunk a lot of alcohol during the banquet, as if she were in a trance, and now she could barely walk.
"Bitch!"
Seeing her arrogant attitude even in her drunken state, Han Dong couldn't help but curse inwardly. Despite
his curse, seeing her fall to the ground, Han Dong quickly rushed forward and helped her up.
Xia Meng still had some basic sense of reason. She struggled and mumbled incoherently, "Han, Han Dong. Stay away from me. I despise people like you who have no bottom line when it comes to money... How much is it worth? You're willing to be a live-in son-in-law? If it weren't for my dad forcing me, I wouldn't even bother to look at you..."
Damn it, even drunk, she still managed to insult me.
Han Dong was filled with shame and anger, but at the same time, his heart fluttered as his hands touched her smooth skin.
Xia Meng wasn't heavy, probably less than 100 pounds. Her body was soft and pliable, like boneless silk in his arms. Especially the scent of Xia Meng's body, so deeply it seemed to penetrate to the bone, made Han Dong's breathing quicken.
He agreed to become Xia Meng's live-in son-in-law not only to repay a debt of gratitude, but also because he was captivated by her.
His wife was a renowned beauty in Dongyang City, with countless suitors.
The terms "rich, beautiful, and fair-skinned" seemed too commonplace for Xia Meng; she had long, beautiful legs and exquisitely sculpted features. Her snow-white skin was radiant even without makeup.
Crucially, she was also wealthy, driving a red BMW R8 to and from work every day, dazzlingly extravagant.
Marrying such a woman seemed like an honor.
But that wasn't the case. After registering their marriage, Han Dong hadn't even touched her finger. It wasn't that he didn't want to, but whenever his mind wandered and he had impure thoughts, Xia Meng acted like a raging tigress. At best, she would insult him, saying he was a toad trying to eat swan meat; at worst, she would physically assault him. Coupled with Han Dong's status as a live-in son-in-law, he felt inferior to her, so he could only endure it, hoping that one day he would get what he wanted.
"Han Dong, why did you agree to marry me? You know I like someone else..." Xia Meng mumbled drunkenly.
Han Dong felt a pang of resentment. Who the hell knew you liked someone else? If anyone knew, it was only today. Xia Meng seemed to have seen a well-dressed, beastly man at the dinner table, and then she started drinking like a madwoman.
Frustrated, he heard soft breathing in his arms; Xia Meng had fallen asleep.
Han Dong sighed, clumsily opened the car door, shoved her into the back seat, and rushed to the hotel.
When he arrived at the room, he put Xia Meng on the bed, already drenched in sweat from the ordeal.
Just as he was about to leave, a strange look crossed his eyes as he turned back. His Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and his throat felt dry.
The reason was that Xia Meng was wearing a blue dress today, and the shoulder strap had somehow slipped off her smooth, white shoulder, so white it was almost transparent under the light. Her chest rose and fell slightly with her breath, making him feel like he was about to explode.
Han Dong wasn't exactly a gentleman, but he didn't like taking advantage of someone in such a vulnerable state.
He secretly pinched his thigh, the sharp pain bringing him back to his senses. Just as he was about to return to his room to rest, Xia Meng suddenly grabbed Han Dong's hand, who was about to leave: "Don't go."
Han Dong thought she had a change of heart, but before his tenderness could even rise, he heard Xia Meng murmur, "Yu Ping, don't leave me..."
Yu Ping?
Qiu Yu Ping, the young entrepreneur who had recently been interviewed on Dongyang TV's financial channel, and also the man Xia Meng had seen at the banquet.
Quite an outstanding person, even from a man's perspective. He was charming, successful, and the type of man few women could resist.
But Xia Meng was now his wife.
Han Dong felt as if a lush green meadow had descended upon him.
He suppressed the surging anger within him, his voice slightly strained: "I won't leave, I won't leave."
Xia Meng, drawing strength from who-knows-where, tears streaming down her face, rose and hugged Han Dong, or rather, hugged the Qiu Yuping of her fantasies.
"My dad loves me, I'll beg him, he'll definitely agree to us being together… I was forced into this marriage, don't worry, you'll always be the only one in my heart. Don't you want me? I promise, I'll agree to anything…"
she said unconsciously, her soft lips nibbling at Han Dong's face.
Han Dong was both ashamed and furious.
Suddenly, a wicked thought arose within him. It didn't matter if she didn't like him, but how dare he, as Xia Meng's husband, listen to her drunken ramblings about her longing for her ex-boyfriend? This was intolerable.
Since Xia Meng didn't take him seriously, why should he continue to suppress his feelings?
Who had the mind to think about the consequences at this moment, especially when facing his legal wife?
Once the thought arose, he went mad.
Han Dong's pent-up emotions surged forth like a tidal wave, finally bursting forth.
It was like swimming in waves, or lying in warm water after a long day of exhaustion. The sensation was indescribably wonderful, a blissful experience.
After an unknown amount of time, everything quieted down.
Xia Meng regained a sliver of consciousness during this period, but she couldn't resist Han Dong, who appeared to be only twenty-five but had actually served in the military for at least seven years. Later, she accepted it…
Han Dong gradually calmed down from his peak of excitement, staring blankly at the unconscious tear tracks welling in Xia Meng's eyes as she slept soundly.
A face of breathtaking perfection, clear and bright.
Heartache, guilt, and a multitude of emotions welled up, but there was no regret. Han Dong never regretted his actions.

Xia Meng's body ached all over, every part felt weak. She was jolted awake by the vibrating alarm clock on the bedside table.
The familiar chandelier hung overhead, and the room was the same hotel room she had stayed in for several days.
She had come to Lin'an from Dongyang City on a business trip. She hadn't wanted to bring her husband, Han Dong, but her father's repeated insistence had forced her to give in.
She remembered attending her cousin's wedding in Lin'an last night, where she coincidentally ran into her long-lost ex-boyfriend, Qiu Yuping. And then…
she wasn't dreaming, especially after seeing Han Dong, shirtless and fast asleep. Like
being electrocuted, she instinctively pulled away, her arms trembling, her face paling.
She loved Qiu Yuping so much, yet she had always maintained a strict boundary, never crossing it. Now, her virginity had been taken by a man with whom she had no emotional connection, even though he was her husband.
A jumble of thoughts overwhelmed her. Without thinking, Xia Meng kicked the still-sleeping man with all her might.
It was over. Everything was over.
She had planned to keep Han Dong from touching her, and then find an excuse to divorce him and rekindle their relationship with Qiu Yuping. He knew she hadn't slept with Han Dong and would surely understand. But now…
Han Dong, still fast asleep, was suddenly kicked off the hotel bed by Xia Meng.
He fell hard, scraping his arm on the wooden floor.
The kick jolted Han Dong awake, making him realize what he had done.
He had actually slept with his usually aloof wife last night.
Out of the corner of his eye, Han Dong noticed a faint red plum blossom on the bed. He was both excited and guilty.
He was excited because it was Xia Meng's first time. Xia Meng was usually capable and experienced, and Han Dong never thought she hadn't been with a man before. He was guilty because he knew his wife too well. She had studied women's martial arts, and her usual cold, domineering, and strong personality made him wonder how she would deal with him after this.
Ignoring the pain, Han Dong got up from the floor and stole a glance at Xia Meng.
She was hiding at the foot of the bed, pulling the blanket up, only her long, white neck visible. Her pretty face was pale, and her eyes were filled with a chilling hatred.
Chapter Two: Violent Collision
"I'm...I'm sorry..."
Xia Meng didn't answer, but just stared intently at Han Dong, making him feel uneasy.
Women are terrifying, and Han Dong knew this all too well. A large part of the reason he chose to retire from the army at the height of his career was because he had messed with a woman he couldn't afford to offend.
"Um, yesterday you were drunk and wouldn't let me leave... I'm just an ordinary man, anyone would be tempted, right?"
Han Dong said guiltily, trying to slip away. But then Xia Meng's voice suddenly softened: "Wait, I have something to say to you."
What?
He was about to turn around to ask when a sudden, extremely ominous feeling washed over him.
He turned his head in shock, and a glass was looming larger and larger in front of him, whistling through the air.
Bang!
Han Dong's forehead was hit squarely, his vision went black, and liquid trickled down his temple. He didn't know if it was residual water or blood.
Xia Meng didn't intend to let Han Dong off the hook. Immediately afterward, she kicked him in the groin without warning: "You bastard, I'll kill you."
Her kick was swift and powerful.
Xia Meng had studied professional women's martial arts, and her moves were far from professional.
Han Dong felt a chill in his groin, and in a split second, he ducked down and grabbed Xia Meng's slender ankle.
Before she could even savor the cool, smooth touch, Xia Meng, having lost her footing, retaliated with a slap across his face.
It must be said, her reflexes were incredibly quick; ordinary men wouldn't stand a chance against her.
Unfortunately for her, she had run into Han Dong.
With a slight shift of his body, he entered Xia Meng's attack circle, and with a forceful push, firmly pinned her to the bed.
Xia Meng struggled violently, twisting and turning like a warrior.
Her legs and arms were completely under Han Dong's control; she was no match for his strength.
In desperation, she raised her head and bit Han Dong's shoulder.
Her teeth were her only remaining weapon.
Han Dong, busy restraining Xia Meng with his hands and feet, knew she was about to become a madwoman, and instinctively used his head to block hers.
Their lips met by chance; the jelly-like touch, like mint and orchid, made Han Dong, already brimming with morning energy, redden his eyes again.
In her terror, Xia Meng forgot to react, forgetting that if she clenched her teeth tightly, Han Dong would cry out in pain and back down.
She only felt the man's passion and that irreversible pressure. It vaguely overlapped with some of the subtle feelings from the previous night, making her momentarily forget to resist.
"You, you dare… Waaah…"
Xia Meng was the president of Zhenwei Escort, usually managing countless unruly veterans, which made her incredibly strong-willed.
But all that strength vanished at this moment.
Han Dong had lost himself, his hands trembling as they roamed over her skin, as if caressing the finest silk.
The woman's body gradually softened, leading him to believe that Xia Meng had yielded.
He couldn't wait to seize this opportunity…
until his face, pressed against Xia Meng's, touched a cold liquid, and Han Dong snapped out of his daze.
Like holding a beautiful snake, he released Xia Meng as quickly as possible.
Last night, both of them were slightly drunk, so he hadn't really felt the power of a woman's tears. Now, he just felt his heart pounding.
What was he doing?
When had Han Dong ever needed to get a woman this way?
Xia Meng gritted her teeth, pulling the bra strap back up where Han Dong had pulled down, her voice barely a whisper: "You'll be going to jail. I'm going to sue you, I'll sue you to death."
Han Dong's composure slowly returned, replaced by a surge of resentment at being constantly bullied and scorned by this woman since their marriage.
"Sue me? Xia Meng, you really have the nerve to say that. Since I entered your Xia family, has anyone ever respected me? Even the family dog, my mother-in-law is willing to spend 20,000 to 30,000 yuan on it every month. And me? I want to go back to see my father, but I don't even have money to buy anything decent."
Xia Meng mocked, "The money belongs to the Xia family, why should you get to use it for free? My mother is free to spend money on her pet. If you're so capable, then pay back the 600,000 yuan you owe my family first."
Han Dong took a deep breath: "I do want to pay it back, but will you give me the chance? Since I got married, I've been assigned to work at the Xia family's Zhenwei Group. I don't see my salary every month, and I'm not allowed to quit and do anything else. They're determined to tie me to the Xia family, to make me depend on them in everything, so I can never hold my head up high. Yes, that 600,000 yuan saved my father's life, so what? That's a favor between elders, don't you dare bring it up in front of me all the time."
"Try swearing at me again."
Xia Meng was furious and embarrassed, her fists clenched.
Han Dong rarely had the chance to say these things, but now that he'd started, he couldn't stop: "And you, Xia Meng. You're my wife now, but before you slept with me, you were still calling out your ex-boyfriend's name. More importantly, you ripped off the buttons on the clothes I just bought yesterday! How desperate are you to be taken advantage of…?"
"Han Dong, you… you're a complete scoundrel!" Thinking of last night, Xia Meng's face and eyes reddened.
Han Dong scoffed: "A scoundrel? I never begged your father to be my son-in-law. He came to me willingly, using favors to pressure me…"
Xia Meng couldn't hear what Han Dong was saying anymore.
Her mind was completely absorbed in last night's wedding banquet.
Qiu Yuping—she hadn't seen him for at least two years, but just when she was almost able to let go, he reappeared. Where
was
he before? If Qiu Yuping had just had a little courage to stand up and stand with her against her father, Xia Longjiang, she wouldn't have ended up marrying someone she didn't love at all.
No, she had to see him, to ask him directly why?
Why had he disappeared without a word for two years? Why, after years of relationship in college, had he left without even a goodbye?
Remembering the events before she got drunk, she quickly reached for her LV handbag on the bedside table.
Inside lay a business card, which Qiu Yuping had slipped to her as he passed by.
Han Dong didn't know what she was looking for, but he had no desire to stay any longer.
As soon as he opened the door, Xia Meng's secretary, Huang Li, jumped in surprise and quickly stepped aside: "Han, Han..."
She usually addressed Han Dong by his name casually, but now she didn't know how to address him.
Neither Xia Meng nor Han Dong had ever mentioned their relationship at the company, and Huang Li would never have guessed that Han Dong was Xia Meng's husband.
A privileged young woman and an ordinary company security guard—how could it be?
But it was also impossible, because she had been waiting at the door for a while to report on her work and had overheard everything.
Watching Han Dong leave, she cautiously knocked on the door.
Xia Meng didn't let her in, but awkwardly opened the door and said, "What is it?"
Her voice was as cold as ever, making Huang Li feel like she was walking on thin ice.
"Ms. Xia. Mr. Zhang from Hengyuan Group has agreed to meet. The meeting place is Shenlan Tea Restaurant."
Xia Meng indicated she understood, then turned and went back into her room, closing the door behind her.
Her trip to Lin'an to attend her cousin's wedding was just a side trip; her main purpose was to reach a cooperation agreement with local security companies.
However, Zhenwei Group wasn't a large company in Dongyang City, so after arriving, she had made countless phone calls, but very few agreed to meet.
The fact that Zhang Jianshe, the chairman of Hengyuan Security, agreed to meet her personally was quite unexpected for Xia Meng.
Who is Zhang Jianshe?
He's a prominent figure in Lin'an City. His Hengyuan Group's business scope extends beyond security to include real estate, catering, investment, and other industries, all of which are thriving.
His personal net worth surpassed 6 billion yuan three years ago.
To Xia Meng, such a person was usually unapproachable; she never imagined he would have time to meet her, instead of sending some nobody to deal with her.
Chapter 3: Harboring Intentions
The agreed-upon time was noon. Seeing that it was almost 10 o'clock, Xia Meng immediately asked Huang Li to prepare the car.
The sooner the better; she wanted to leave a good impression and dared not be negligent in the slightest. Zhang Jianshe was an extremely esteemed client to her.
Han Dong only opened the door after hearing footsteps outside and asked what was going on.
Huang Li wanted to answer, but Xia Meng's cold gaze stopped her.
Han Dong didn't care about anything else, casually putting on a t-shirt and following behind the two.
In the entire Xia family, if there was one person Han Dong could maintain a friendly and respectful attitude towards, it was his father-in-law, Xia Longjiang.
Before leaving, Xia Longjiang personally instructed him that Lin'an City was not safe, and that it was unsafe for Xia Meng, a woman alone, to be looked after.
Han Dong, having learned in his seven years of military service that he was a man of his word, had promised his father-in-law he would stay by his side, and he meant it.
In the car, Xia Meng glanced coldly at Han Dong in the rearview mirror.
He was exactly twenty-five years old, and his appearance wasn't unpleasant. On the contrary, he was quite handsome and pleasing to the eye, especially his eyes, which sometimes held a depth that Xia Meng couldn't quite decipher.
At that moment, his forehead was simply bandaged, clearly showing the effects of the glass she'd just drunk, leaving him somewhat listless.
If it weren't for what happened last night, she wouldn't have any prejudice against Han Dong. She might not like him, but since they were on the verge of marriage, she couldn't deny that she wasn't opposed to him.
She and Han Dong had known each other since childhood, but their paths hadn't crossed due to different life circumstances. She
thought of the terrifying and menacing tattoo she'd inadvertently seen on his back that morning.
She had been too emotional at the time to think much of it.
Looking back now, it's really strange.
Who in their right mind would get a tattoo like that, a snake-like design, especially one that coils all over their back, making people shudder at the sight of it?
Especially considering Han Dong's usual behavior and mannerisms, the contrast with that tattoo is just too stark.
Han Dong didn't know what she was thinking, and he kept stealing glances at Xia Meng.
She had changed her clothes, wearing a standard A-line skirt and a white shirt, with the top button undone, revealing a glimpse of her snow-capped mountain foot, which made him involuntarily distracted.
God often bestows a beautiful face upon a woman, but not a corresponding figure or temperament.
But Xia Meng was so lucky; Han Dong couldn't find any flaws in her, except for her temper.
She lived up to her name; she was the dream of every normal man.
"Xiao Li, should we turn left up ahead?"
As they passed a fork in the road, Han Dong casually asked his secretary, Huang Li.
The girl was in her early twenties, not particularly beautiful, but sunny and youthful.
Han Dong had a decent relationship with her at the company; they were the kind of colleagues who could joke around.
After Huang Li learned that Han Dong was Xia Meng's husband, her attitude subtly changed. She quickly replied, "Yes, Shenlan Tea Restaurant."
"Is it the one near Huayuan Apartment?"
"Yes, that's it." Then she exclaimed in surprise, "Have you been to Lin'an before?"
Not only her, but Xia Meng was also slightly puzzled.
As far as she knew, Han Dong had been sent to the army by his father when he was in his second year of high school, and he had stayed there for seven years. When did he come to Lin'an?
Han Dong didn't explain, turned around, and drove straight.
After arriving at the tea restaurant, Han Dong parked his car, and Xia Meng and Huang Li got out.
Han Dong waited idly in the car with his earphones in.
The phone rang at this moment. He glanced at the caller ID, smiled, and pressed the answer button: "What's up?"
The person calling was one of his few good friends in Dongyang, named Zheng Wenzhuo, who was also his childhood friend. He was currently living in the same community as Han Dong's father.
"Brother Dong, I heard from Uncle that you were away on a business trip."
"That's right, in Lin'an City."
"When are you coming back?"
Han Dong didn't mince words with him: "Spit it out."
Zheng Wenzhuo chuckled: "I missed you, Brother Dong!" After the joke, Zheng Wenzhuo seriously explained his purpose.
A few friends were starting a small business, and he had come to ask Han Dong if he was interested in investing.
Han Dong said irritably: "I'm so poor I've sold my house, you know that, where would I get the money..."
As they talked, Han Dong noticed out of the corner of his eye that a Mercedes 600 had stopped not far from his car. A man who looked like a secretary got out first and respectfully opened the car door for the middle-aged man who got out after him.
The man was wearing dress pants and a white shirt, and his leather shoes were shiny. He was bald, around forty years old, with a scar on his face that was clearly visible even from a distance, and his face was fleshy and rugged, especially his eyes, which were small and round, filled with a fierce light.
Judging from Han Dong's keen eye, this man had a menacing look and didn't seem like a good person. Seeing him rush straight to Xia Meng's table after entering the tea restaurant, he knew this was the client Xia Meng was going to meet.
...
Xia Meng looked at the middle-aged man who approached her, somewhat hesitantly: "Mr. Zhang?"
She really hadn't expected the chairman of Hengyuan to look like this.
If this man had taken off his suit and put on loose casual clothes, Xia Meng would have thought he was a thug.
Zhang Jianshe's impression was exactly the opposite. He had been to Dongyang and had heard of Xia Meng's name. So when his secretary told him that Xia Meng wanted to discuss business with him, he canceled all his work and made time to come.
Secretly amazed by her looks and temperament, Zhang Jianshe thought to himself that the rumors were indeed true; this Xia Meng was truly a rare beauty.
His smile became more intimate, and he proactively extended his hand, saying, "Ms. Xia, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."
After confirming the other party's identity, Xia Meng quickly composed herself, smiled, and stood up to shake hands: "I've heard of President Zhang before, but I didn't expect you to be so young, I didn't dare to recognize you."
Zhang Jianshe felt as if he were holding a ball of water, the soft, smooth touch making him reluctant to let go. Without sitting down
, he forced a smile and said, "President Xia is even younger and more beautiful. I love dealing with young people like you." His smile revealed a mouthful of unattractive, yellowed teeth, and a subtle, almost imperceptible, fierceness in his facial muscles, making him quite unsettling.
Xia Meng reluctantly withdrew her hand and called over a waiter: "President Zhang, what would you like to eat?"
Zhang Jianshe's gaze was intense, and after a long pause, he slowly replied, "President Xia, please choose what you like, I'm not hungry."
Xia Meng avoided his gaze, sensing that today's conversation might not go smoothly.
Being a woman, she was particularly perceptive of certain men's intentions.
Zhang Jianshe barely uttered a few words, his eyes seeming to devour her…
He simply ordered some snacks and a pot of tea. Xia Meng casually poured some into Zhang Jianshe's teacup, smiling as she said, “Mr. Zhang, please try this tea and see if it suits your taste.”
Zhang Jianshe bowed and lit a cigarette: “Xia, I heard a brief explanation from my secretary about your company. This is no problem for me.”
Xia Meng felt relieved: “Mr. Zhang, let me explain the situation to you first. Zhenwei is currently hiring only the most professional bodyguards and security guards. Signing a contract with you guarantees it won't tarnish your company's reputation… As for the price, that's negotiable. I have no other motives right now; I just want these people properly settled…”
Zhang Jianshe understood Xia Meng's meaning. She simply wanted him to help temporarily settle about five hundred bodyguards and security guards at Zhenwei. This was the first step in their cooperation. Also, Xia Meng wanted to sign long-term employee renewal contracts with Hengyuan…
In short, this was a trivial matter for him.
Zhang Jianshe could arrange for hundreds of people to be deployed with a single phone call, and Hengyuan would even profit from it.
However, this was like a lion facing a piece of meat smaller than its palm—it could swallow it whole, but not eating it wouldn't make a difference. Moreover, after meeting Xia Mengren, Zhang Jianshe's interest had completely shifted from business to people.
He interrupted Xia Mengren's introduction and looked at Huang Li: "Secretary, I have something I'd like to say to your CEO Xia privately. Could we excuse ourselves?"
It sounded like he was asking Huang Li's opinion, but there was no room for negotiation in his words.
Huang Li, who was currently flipping through prepared materials to fill in what Xia Mengren hadn't finished saying, paused upon hearing this, then quickly got up and left.
Once only the two of them were left, Zhang Jianshe adjusted to a comfortable sitting position: "President Xia, given Zhenwei's current scale, these hundreds of people are probably no small matter, right?"
Xia Meng hesitated for a moment, then frankly replied, "President Zhang is very perceptive; that's certainly true."
Zhang Jianshe stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray, his eyes fixed on Xia Meng's hand resting on the table. He casually remarked, "How do you maintain your hands, President Xia? They're so beautiful."
Xia Meng hadn't expected him to steer the conversation from work to her hands so quickly. She
forced a smile and said, "You're joking, aren't you?"
Zhang Jianshe seemed thoughtful, raising his wrist to examine it: "I have a meeting later, President Xia. How about this? Let's talk at the Huating Hotel tonight; the Chinese restaurant there is quite good."
If Xia Meng still couldn't see through Zhang Jianshe's intentions, she'd truly be a hypocrite.
She felt helpless: "President Zhang, it's too much trouble; I'm always taking up your time."
Zhang Jianshe stood up, his smile particularly unrestrained: "Not at all, not at all."
Chapter Four: The Despicable Zhang Jianshe .
Xia Meng had no idea what kind of person Zhang Jianshe was.
In his younger days, Zhang Jianshe was a complete hoodlum, and even now, he still has ties to some underworld figures.
His most notorious trait is his womanizing; he's notorious in Lin'an City, if not universally known, a regular at nightclubs and entertainment venues, never satisfied with a single woman.
When Xia Meng came to discuss business with such an unusual person, it was clear from the start that a deal was impossible without some sacrifice.
Of course, if it were any other salesperson, Zhang Jianshe probably wouldn't have even come. After all, Hengyuan's current market value is in the billions; let alone a single security escort group under Zhenwei, even Zhenwei Group itself has no leverage to negotiate cooperation with him.
Stepping outside, the sun was still shining brightly, but her steps felt like they were made of lead.
Partly due to a lack of rest the previous night, and partly due to her complete lack of vision for Zhenwei's future.
She had grown up surrounded by praise, believing herself to be the best in every aspect—appearance, ability, and more.
After graduating from one of America's most prestigious business schools, Xia Meng dreamed of how to make a name for herself and develop the family business.
Unfortunately, once she entered the workforce, she realized things were nothing like she'd imagined.
In this world, doing business honestly was incredibly difficult. This realization shattered her confidence.
Inside the car, Huang Li was chatting with Han Dong about Zhang Jianshe's strange behavior.
"Han Dong, you don't know the way he looks at President Xia… he's definitely not a good person."
She stopped abruptly as Xia Meng approached. She
slammed the door shut and got in, instructing, "Back to the hotel."
Han Dong glanced at her furtively. From Huang Li's words, he had basically deduced that Xia Meng's idea of relying on Zhang Jianshe to solve the company's predicament was simply unrealistic… unless she was willing to sleep with Zhang Jianshe for one night, or several nights. The thought
of this possibility left Han Dong speechless.
He hadn't even figured out his ex-boyfriend Qiu Yuping's situation, and now there was the even more vicious Zhang Jianshe.
No way, he couldn't accept being cuckolded.
“Xia Meng. The company’s current problem is those idle security personnel. I think even if we lose some money, we can settle them in Dongyang City…”
Xia Meng was already seething with anger and interrupted Han Dong before he could finish, as if she had just swallowed a gun: “What do you know? This is not a temporary measure at all. I came to Lin’an City for the company’s long-term consideration.”
Han Dong said unhappily: “Why are you yelling at me? If you have this temper, why don’t you use it on Zhang Jianshe? That kind of clumsy guy, just slap him across the face!”
Xia Meng didn’t want to argue, especially in front of Huang Li.
She couldn’t be bothered with Han Dong, who made her furious just thinking about him. When they passed a pharmacy, she signaled for him to stop.
Han Dong thought for a moment and realized something.
The two of them hadn’t used any protection last night, and this woman was probably afraid of getting pregnant…
He wasn’t wrong; Xia Meng was indeed worried about this.
When they arrived at the pharmacy, she acted like a thief. Seeing that there were many customers, she casually strolled around the pharmacy.
She had no idea how to broach the subject or what medicine to buy.
A pharmacy employee noticed her and approached respectfully, asking, "Miss, what medicine would you like to buy?"
Looking around to make sure no one was watching, Xia Meng stammered, "I..." She hesitated for a long time, unable to finish her sentence. She quickly changed her words, saying, "I'm just looking around."
Just then, another voice rang out behind her: "Do you have any emergency contraception?"
She turned around abruptly, her face flushing red and then pale. How could that damned Han Dong have followed her and been so shameless as to ask such a question directly?
And how did he know she wanted to buy birth control pills?
What seemed so difficult to her was actually incredibly simple.
The pharmacy clerk asked a few questions, then handed Han Dong a box and told him to pay at the counter.
A moment later, Han Dong paid, didn't even glance at her, put the pills in his pocket, and walked out of the pharmacy.
"Give it to me."
As she left, Xia Meng quickly caught up with him, without any politeness.
Han Dong smiled and handed her the pills.
Xia Meng quickly put them in her handbag and headed straight for her car. Just as she passed Han Dong, her high heels landed directly on his feet.
Han Dong's expression changed slightly. Damn it, he kindly stopped to buy her pills, and she repays him with such ingratitude!
This made it difficult for him to walk for a moment. How could that bitch's heels be so sharp?!
...
At the hotel, Han Dong limped back to his room. After taking off his shoes, he found his feet were bruised.
Head, feet.
Today was simply unlucky.
Because he hadn't slept well last night, he was actually sleepy now. He took a quick shower and fell asleep the moment his body hit the bed.
His sleep quality wasn't great; as soon as he drifted off, nightmares began playing like a movie, frame by frame.
Sometimes it was scenes of comrades sacrificing themselves, sometimes it was of being held at gunpoint during an undercover mission…
death, life.
In his dreams, Han Dong seemed indifferent to everything.
He suddenly sat up, exhausted, his eyes glazed, only then noticing that it was already dark.
He sighed, thinking that everything would be alright after retirement. Now he realized he had been too naive.
These tattoos etched into his memory would likely accompany him for the rest of his life.
Feeling a little hungry, he went out to find something and passed Xia Meng's door. Remembering something, he knocked: "Wife, have you eaten?"
There was no response; it seemed she wasn't home.
He wondered what Xia Meng could be doing so late and instinctively called her secretary, Huang Li.
Upon learning that Huang Li and Xia Meng were at the Huating Hotel, he couldn't help but ask, "What are you doing there? Why didn't you call me?"
"President Xia won't let me... Han Dong, come quickly, something's wrong. Zhang Jianshe won't let me in. I'm afraid something might happen to President Xia..."
Her voice was low and flustered.
Han Dong didn't have time to think. Without even changing his shoes, he ran down the stairs. He hailed a taxi and went to the Huating Hotel.
He already understood that Zhang Jianshe had probably invited Xia Meng there.
Given that woman's persistent nature, even if she suspected something was amiss, she would probably still cling to hope.
But Han Dong was a man; he wouldn't have any illusions.
Regardless of whether Xia Meng intended to offer herself to Zhang Jianshe, he was Xia Meng's husband, and he absolutely wouldn't allow such a thing to happen.
The Huating Hotel wasn't far from his hotel; it only took about five minutes to get there.
Han Dong immediately saw Xia Meng's red BMW R8.
Huang Li was the only one inside. Han Dong went up and knocked on the window. As soon as the glass rolled down, he hurriedly asked, "What happened?"
"I don't know either. It's been almost an hour, and I still can't get through to President Xia on the phone..."
Huang Li looked anxious, seeing Han Dong as if he had found her pillar of support.
Han Dong asked a few more questions and learned that Xia Meng was in the Chinese restaurant. He quickly went inside.
But there were hardly any customers in the Chinese restaurant at the moment, so there was no sign of Xia Meng.
He had a bad feeling. It was obvious that Xia Meng was still in the hotel.
If she wasn't on the first floor, where would she be?
The upper floors were all guest rooms. Could it be that she had already checked into a room with Zhang Jianshe?
Thinking of this, Han Dong cursed under his breath and strode into the elevator.
Given Zhang Jianshe's status, if he were checking into a room, he would probably choose the presidential suite. In general, such rooms in hotels are like sightseeing rooms, either on the top floor or one or two floors below.
Han Dong pressed the button for the 48th floor and then checked each one one by one.
His luck was pretty good. He'd just reached the 49th floor when he saw a familiar face in the corridor – the secretary who'd opened the car door for Zhang Jianshe that afternoon.
Besides him were two other well-dressed, muscular men, seemingly bodyguards.
They were talking intimately and mysteriously.
As Han Dong approached, he overheard some sensitive and crucial words:
woman, drugged, Mr. Zhang, video…
Without even thinking, Han Dong knew that Xia Meng and Zhang Jianshe were in the room, and that the stupid woman had been drugged without his knowledge. A
surge of anger welled up inside Han Dong, his eyes darkening.
“Who are you!”
One of the bodyguards noticed Han Dong approaching and stepped forward to shove him.
Before he could even touch him, his wrist was grabbed by the other's single hand.
The irreversible force made the bodyguard's eyes widen, and he kicked out, yelling, “You son of a bitch…” He
couldn't utter a word before feeling like he'd been hit by a train. The bodyguard groaned and stumbled backward, clutching his stomach as he crashed heavily against the wall.
The bodyguards who followed Zhang Jianshe were no ordinary people; they had even killed people. It would be a fool not to see Han Dong's ill intentions now. Seeing this,
another bodyguard immediately drew his dagger, instinctively assuming the newcomer was Zhang Jianshe's enemy.
Unfortunately, before the dagger could even be aimed at Han Dong, the bodyguard clutched his throat, making a hoarse, ghostly sound, unable to utter a sound.
Chapter Five
: The Stupid Woman. Zhang Jianshe was practically bursting with excitement.
From the moment he saw Xia Meng that afternoon, his mind had been like a runaway horse, impossible to control. Over the years, Zhang Jianshe had seen many women, but one with Xia Meng's beauty and temperament was truly unique!
Upon seeing her, Zhang Jianshe never imagined she could escape his grasp.
Initially, he hadn't considered using drugs; he had repeatedly tested her, confirming she was the type who wouldn't listen to reason, before resorting to this last resort.
The drug was a water-inducing powder, brought back from abroad by a friend. Its effects were similar to a stronger version of sleeping pills; one ordinary pill was enough to put a woman into a state of utter intoxication, her mind clouded.
This wasn't Zhang Jianshe's first time doing this; he was incredibly experienced.
No matter what kind of woman, after the deed was done, taking a few photos and recording a video would guarantee she'd be obediently groveling at his feet.
So even though he was burning with impatience, he still set up a miniature camera first. The process itself was a kind of urgent enjoyment.
Having done all this, Zhang Jianshe then looked with great interest at the completely asleep Xia Meng.
Her face was flushed from the medication, her eyes tightly closed, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, captivating.
She wore a long dress, and the exposed half of her calves was as smooth and delicate as jade, making Zhang Jianshe unable to resist placing his hand on them to savor the sensation.
The touch was cool, smooth, and soft; just touching her skin made his breathing rise and fall like a bellows.
His hands trembled slightly as he lingered, caressing the woman's firm, smooth, and youthful skin, marveling at it.
Xia Meng seemed to sense something, her legs awkwardly crossing, and she unconsciously made a sound.
The sounds, like celestial music, caused all of Zhang Jianshe's reason to crumble. He pounced on her recklessly, his lips raining down on Xia Meng's face and neck.
"Baby, my little baby, tonight you're mine."
Xia Meng was awakened by the sudden weight. Opening her eyes, she saw a fleshy face looming before her, reeking of alcohol and other smells, making her feel nauseous.
"You... what are you doing..."
Xia Meng tried to struggle, but she had no strength at all; even moving a finger was difficult.
She had been drugged. She finally realized that someone had put a drug in her juice.
Despite all her precautions, even avoiding alcohol, she hadn't expected Zhang Jianshe to be so audacious.
She was filled with shame and anger, yet she couldn't die.
"President Xia, you'll find out what I'm going to do soon enough!"
Zhang Jianshe's eyes were bloodshot as he stared at the stunningly beautiful face so close to his own, lifting Xia Meng's skirt. The glimpse of green lace at the edge of her dress made Zhang Jianshe's excitement almost explode.
Xia Meng was furious and helpless, unable to resist.
Her resistance was not only ineffective, but it also made Zhang Jianshe even more anxious. After several failed attempts to remove Xia Meng's skirt, he ripped the shoulder strap off completely.
Just then, a commotion suddenly broke out at the door.
Startled from his passion, Zhang Jianshe roared angrily, "Who the hell dares to utter another sound? I'll kill him!"
Although he was nominally the chairman of a large company, his volatile temper hadn't changed over the years. Even if it had improved somewhat, at this moment, he was absolutely capable of murder. As soon as he
finished speaking, a loud bang rang out, and the door was kicked open.
Zhang Jianshe saw the person who entered, a handsome young man of about twenty-four or twenty-five years old, none other than Han Dong.
"Do you even know whose room this is, you son of a bitch..."
Zhang Jianshe knew something was wrong. Though startled, his tone remained calm, laced with angry threat. He was also surprised that his bodyguards hadn't stopped this man; how had he gotten in?
Han Dong ignored him, his gaze shifting to the hotel bed. He saw Xia Meng, her eyes slightly open, disheveled, tears streaming down her face. A flash of coldness crossed his eyes.
His fist clenched, cracking loudly. (Due to space limitations, follow the WeChat official account [Red Clothes Literature] and reply with the number 115 to continue reading the exciting story!) His knuckles turned white, and with almost no gap, he threw a punch. Zhang Jianshe tried to dodge, but the fist was getting closer and closer; there was no way to escape.
A crack, and his nose broke.
Zhang Jianshe screamed, completely stunned by the punch.
Han Dong's violence surged forth with each punch, grabbing Zhang Jianshe's collar and relentlessly striking.
He didn't care about Zhang Jianshe's identity; he only knew the other was a beast.
The miniature camera gave Han Dong a clue as to what the other party intended.
He couldn't imagine what would have happened to Xia Meng if he had arrived even half an hour later. Given her proud nature, such an insult would likely have robbed her of the will to live.
After delivering several punches, Han Dong stopped when Zhang Jianshe's cries gradually weakened and he lay limp as a rag doll.
Behind him stood two dumbfounded bodyguards, completely at a loss.
They hadn't expected Han Dong to be so audacious, daring to brutally beat Zhang Jianshe, and the speed of the attack had even made them forget to intervene.
"You, you..."
Han Dong ignored them, bending down to forcibly pull the feigning-death Zhang Jianshe to his feet.
Despite his not-so-thick arms, Zhang Jianshe, weighing nearly 180 pounds, felt weightless in Han Dong's hands. It was hard to believe that such incredible strength came from Han Dong's slender frame.
"What did you do to her?"
Zhang Jianshe was enveloped in an atmosphere that sent chills down his spine.
He subconsciously answered, "Yin, Yin Shuifen, a kind of special sleeping pill, harmless to the human body." Han Dong breathed a sigh of relief and let him go. He took out his phone, which was recording, and snapped several photos of the room and Xia Meng lying on the bed. Then he dragged the lifeless Zhang Jianshe out, slammed the door shut, and locked it. He did this simply to make Zhang Jianshe hesitate to act rashly. Due to limited space, follow the WeChat official account [Red Clothes Literature] and reply with the number 115 to continue reading the exciting story! The other party molested Xia Meng first, and then he hit her. Even if Zhang Jianshe, a local bully, was powerful, he wouldn't dare to act rashly. There was no need for Han Dong to make a big fuss. This was Lin'an, not Dongyang. Who knows what a person who acts so unpredictably is capable of? If Zhang Jianshe were smart, he should settle things peacefully and compromise. Of course, if it really came down to it, Han Dong wasn't afraid at all. Back when he was in the army, he worked with the local police in Lin'an for a period of time and met a very congenial older brother named Tan Jingyu.
Now, it's said that he's been transferred to the provincial department as a deputy director, in charge of criminal cases.
Han Dong doesn't expect Tan Jingyu to help him bully others, but with this connection, Zhang Jianshe's attempt to distort the truth is destined to be nothing but a pipe dream.

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