[Rebirth of a Mysterious Love: The Lewd Dragon Emerges from Its Lair] (18)

The Hidden Clues Behind the 18 News
For many days, Fang Yulong hadn't heard Zhao Ting's conversation with Zhang Chonghua. Fang Yulong planned to arrest Zhao Ting
, but feared that Zhao Ting's unexplained disappearance would alert Zhang. The only way was to make Zhao Ting "accidentally" die
, and without finding a "body." Zhao Ting was unaware that he was being watched by his "friends,"
who were ready to make him "disappear" from the world at any moment. To arrest Zhao Ting, they first needed a place to detain him. He had heard
from his aunt that before using the current dock, Longhui Company used a dock on the Xinqin River. Because that
dock was too small to meet the needs of modern shipping, it was now abandoned. Fang Yulong went to his aunt, Fang Lan,
to ask about the old dock. Fang Lan looked at Fang Yulong with surprise and asked him what he wanted the old dock for. Fang Yulong
said he wanted to start his own business recycling old shipping containers and needed a place to store them.
"Yulong, why did you think of getting into the used shipping container business?" Fang Lan was a little shocked by her nephew's idea.
She would believe he wanted to resell luxury cars, but reselling used shipping containers was something she really couldn't believe.
"Auntie, when Dai Cheng and I go out to do business, we always use the Longhui Company's name. Those people know that Longhui Company
has a strong foundation, so there's no point in doing business with them. I want to learn how to do some business independently. I don't
know anything else, but I heard that collecting used containers can be profitable, at least you won't lose money, so I wanted to practice with this."
"Yulong, I've noticed you're getting quite a few tricks up your sleeve lately. But what you said makes some sense
. Sometimes mindset is very important in business. I haven't given you the commission from the business you and Dai Cheng ran last time, so I'll give it to you as
capital this time, so you can experience the feeling of doing business yourself." After Fang Lan had the accountant transfer the money to Fang Yulong,
she asked Qiu Xiaoyan to call the person in charge of managing the old dock and take Fang Yulong to see the old dock.
The dock was located on the banks of the Xinqin River in the southwest of the city, with the opposite bank belonging to the Dongshan District. This place
was neither too close nor too far from Lingjiang City; it was a typical urban-rural fringe area. After passing through a vegetable field, there were hardly any houses
. A few small factories were scattered along the river, with little traffic—exactly the ideal
location Fang Yulong wanted. A wall surrounded the area, and apart from an old tower crane visible in the distance, there were no
tall buildings inside. Once inside, Fang Yulong found it even more desolate than the outside. A wide cement
road stretched in, its end unclear, with waist-high weeds on both sides, and even
the cement road itself was sparsely covered with weeds. Without a doubt, in a few years, this cement road would be completely overrun by weeds
. The open space inside the walled area was large, and near the riverbank was a cement-lined pool filled with
unmoved coal, already overgrown with weeds. Near the crane, a section of railway remains,
indicating that this was once an important inland river port in Lingjiang.
With the help of a veteran employee of Longhui Company, Fang Yulong learned about this old port.
When Longhui was first established, its financial resources were limited, and it couldn't afford to build a large port on the riverbank. At that time, the company
's business was also small, and this old port perfectly met its needs, so Longhui acquired it.
After more than ten years of development, Longhui's business and financial strength continued to grow, and it acquired land on the riverbank to build a large
port, leaving this old port vacant. Fang Yulong was somewhat surprised; he had always thought Fang Lan had come to Jiangdong to
set up the company after Fang Daming took office, but he hadn't expected that Fang Lan had been in Jiangdong for more than ten years. Upon learning this, Fang Yulong
held his aunt Fang Lan in even higher regard.
Since he was going to do business in used containers, he needed to buy a few to make a show of it. Longhui Company's port had
used containers, but Fang Yulong was too embarrassed to use his aunt's name to buy them, so he asked Dai Cheng to go over. Dai Cheng was extremely surprised to hear
that Fang Yulong was in the used shipping container business and asked him what was going on. Fang Yulong said he wanted to learn how
to run a business but didn't have much capital, so he started a small business collecting used goods.
Dai Cheng was skeptical. He knew Fang Yulong had just bought a luxury car and was definitely not short of money.
He probably just wanted to find something to do, since he had too much free time while working with him on business trips.
"Yulong, have you talked to the people at the docks about... your relationship with Boss Fang?" Dai Cheng thought that if Fang Yulong
spoke to the people at Longhui Company's docks, maybe he could buy those used containers at the price foreigners sell scrap for
.
Fang Yulong shook his head, saying he wasn't interested in making money; he just wanted to experience what it's like to do business. Dai Cheng said,
"We can't just work for nothing. Others are buying the boxes at high prices, and the money goes to the dockworkers, not even reaching Mr. Fang's pocket
. Do you think you can make them money by buying them? I'll go with you and talk to the dock manager. If you
don't want to use Mr. Fang's name, just say you're my friend, and the dock manager will still give me some face."
Men all like cars, and Dai Cheng was no exception. Driving Fang Yulong's car, he said that a good car has plenty of power. Fang
Yulong asked him why he didn't buy a better car, and Dai Cheng said helplessly, "My old man at home won't allow it. He's afraid of gossip
. When he was in power, my car couldn't be worth more than 500,000. Anyway, my old man won't be in office for many more years,
so I'll drive this old car for a few years. I'll buy a better car when my old man retires, or when I get married. A
sports car, an SUV like this one, both are great when you step on the gas. But after my old man retires, I won't be
as relaxed as I am now." Saying this, Dai Cheng became a little disappointed. He's currently working for Longhui Company,
which is essentially a collaboration between the two parties. Dai Cheng leverages Longhui Company's name, while Fang Lan values the connections within the Dai family
. Therefore, Fang Lan gives Dai Cheng high commissions on government projects he secures. If Dai Cheng's father retires, he'll
lose the leverage to collaborate with Fang Lan.
"Brother Dai must have saved a lot of money these past few years, haven't you thought about starting your own business?"
"Not yet. I know my own limitations. If I were to manage a
large company like President Fang, I'd probably close down after six months."
Dai Cheng negotiated prices for old crates for Fang Yulong, getting a 20% discount per crate compared to Fang Yulong's initial offer.
There were a few old crates at the dock, and Fang Yulong bought them on the spot.
After more than a month of preliminary investigation and preparation, Future Company decided to invest in building an
amusement park integrating water entertainment and scenic sightseeing at Baima Lake. Xia Mo, as the person in charge of the project's preliminary preparations, arrived...
In Lingjiang, Fang Yulong is temporarily staying at Zhanglin Garden. He feels somewhat helpless about his aunt's arrival. Although Xia Zhuyi still lives in Zhanglin
Garden and often finds opportunities to secretly satisfy Fang Yulong's strong libido, they can no longer
have sex whenever they want as before. This is torture for Fang Yulong. Fortunately, he
can still bother Qiao Wanrong every now and then, otherwise he would be driven crazy by his pent-up sexual desire.
The day after Xia Mo arrived in Lingjiang, she invited Fang Lan to stay at Zhanglin Garden as well, to discuss the company
's two major investment projects in Lingjiang. The initial budget for building a large water park and scenic development on the shore of Baima Lake
is 800 to 1 billion yuan. If a resort hotel is also built, the budget may be
between 1.2 billion and 1.5 billion yuan. Previously, the company had just invested over 500 million yuan to buy a 60% stake in Furong Real Estate. Although
the funds belonging to Qiao Wanrong don't need to be transferred to her account yet, the
approximately 360 million yuan transferred to Mei Ji and the other person for balancing accounts is to be spent immediately. This large amount of money already exceeds the company
's expected investment scale in Lingjiang. If the amusement park project starts construction, it will require a continuous influx of funds, so solving the funding
problem is crucial. Xia Mo wanted to discuss with Fang Lan whether to choose bank loans or other financing channels,
as Fang Lan, as a senior, would certainly have a lot of experience.
Fang Lan said that undertaking two large projects at once would indeed tie up a lot of capital. If bank
loans were not considered or reduced, they could attract more investors, which would solve the funding problem and transfer investment risks. Especially
for the amusement park project, dealing with people at all levels in Lingjiang would be necessary, and attracting some local
investment would be very beneficial for future operations. Of course, there are also drawbacks to this approach; if the returns are high in the future,
a lot of profits would be lost.
"Big Sister is right. I have a suggestion for Xiao Mo and you two to consider. Furong Real Estate is about
to start pre-sales and will soon recoup its first round of funding. If we temporarily halt further development, Furong Real Estate
won't need to invest any more capital, allowing your company to focus on the Baima Lake development. This
would significantly reduce financial pressure."
Xia Mo shook her head after hearing Xia Zhuyi's words, saying, "Big Sister, your plan isn't very feasible.
We spent a lot of money buying that land in the old city, all of which was financed by bank loans. If we don't start construction and sell the properties soon, the annual
bank interest payments will be substantial. Moreover, there's a risk that the government might reclaim the land if development is halted
."
"Xiao Mo, that land was originally planned for a park. Why can't we change its use back?"
"Change it back? Big Sister means the government wants to reclaim the undeveloped land from Furong Real Estate to build a park?"
"The Lingjiang municipal government doesn't have that idea yet, but it's feasible to get the government to take back that land. The original
residents have a lot of opinions about developing real estate on that land, and there have been some incidents. Nearby residents
also disagree. Changing the land's use back should be very popular with the people, and the Lingjiang municipal government
can achieve this with a little public relations. The key is how the government will compensate the company after taking back the land
. You can discuss this issue with colleague Fan Da and ask him how to proceed."
Hearing Xia Zhuyi say this, Xia Mo was somewhat tempted by the plan, but she was also reluctant to give up the land. After all,
developing that land would cause the housing density in the area to be too high, but its location was good, and the houses built there would still
have a good market. "Xiao Mo, I know about that plot of land. The location is good, but for the same price, you could develop 　　more houses
elsewhere , so it doesn't really have any special advantage. Now that you're going to invest in the Baima Lake 　　project, instead of letting this land tie up a lot of capital, it's better to let the government take it back. You can then use the money flexibly 　　. You can pay off the bank loan, or pay off part of the loan and use the rest for the Baima Lake project, 　　so you don't have to find another bank loan. As for local funds from Lingjiang, you can absorb some, and you can 　　control the amount yourself. I think 10% to 15% is enough. As for the partners, my older sister knows better than I do, so 　　I won't say anything." 　　Fang Lan has been in Jiangdong for over ten years, and Dongfang Company is located in Dongshan District. She has the most say in who should invest. 　　"Xiao Mo, I think your sister's plan is excellent. We need to talk to Fan Datong in the next couple of days and get things settled as soon as possible 　　. The houses developed by Furong Real Estate are rare finds in this area. Releasing this 　　news before the pre-sale will significantly boost your property prices. How about this, I'll invite 　　Fan Datong to dinner tomorrow night, and you can come too." 　　Fan Datong knew Xia Zhuyi had a younger sister, but he had never met her. He 　　was somewhat surprised when he learned that the pretty young woman accompanying Fang Lan was Xia Zhuyi's sister. He assumed Fang Lan had invited him to discuss something, but it turned out Fang Lan was just 　　a middleman, and the person seeking his advice was Xia Zhuyi's sister. Looking at Xia Mo, who wasn't much older than his daughter, Fan 　　Datong was filled with emotion. With Fang Daming's connections, everything they did would start from a very high level. 　　Fan Datong had dealt with Fang Lan many times before, so he didn't waste any time and directly asked her what she wanted to see him about. 　　Fang Lan then stated directly that the land where Furong Real Estate was developing was originally planned as a park. The relocated residents and nearby 　　households were quite opposed to the development of commercial housing there, and asked Fan Datong if the municipal government could 　　reclaim the land and replan it as a park. 　　Fan Datong was somewhat surprised by Fang Lan's words. Dongfang Company was an important private enterprise in Lingjiang, and 　　Fan Datong, and even the main leaders of Lingjiang City, knew about what had happened in Lianhuai City. He also knew who owned Furong Real Estate 　　. Could this be the Fang family's retaliation against the Zhang family? Was Fang Daming about to officially break ties with Zhang Weijun? If 　　so, he needed to prepare in advance, lest he be caught off guard by Zhang Weijun's people. 　　"President Fang, is Secretary Fang aware of this matter?" 　　Fang Lan smiled slightly. "Mayor Fan, you're overthinking it. Xia Mo's company has already acquired 　　a portion of Furong Real Estate's shares and is now the controlling shareholder." Fang Lan's words surprised Fan Datong even more. Xia Mo's company becoming the controlling shareholder of Furong Real Estate 　　meant that the Fang family's counterattack against the Zhang family was over, and they had even won. But since the Fang family 　　had become the controlling shareholder of Furong Real Estate ...

"Why would the behind-the-scenes boss of Rong Real Estate want the Lingjiang Municipal Government to take back the undeveloped land
? Wouldn't it be more profitable to build houses and sell them?" Mr. Fang, forgive my ignorance. I don't understand why you want the government to take back that land.
Please enlighten me. "
That plot of land was bought by Qiao Wanrong. The residential density there is too high, making it unsuitable for building commercial housing.
After the company acquires controlling interest in Furong Real Estate, if they want to develop residential properties in other parts of Lingjiang, it would
be better to continue with the original plan and build a park there. Mayor Fan, what do you think?"
Although he didn't know why the Fang family wanted to give up this lucrative opportunity, building a park there did indeed align with the Lingjiang
municipal government's plans and was supported by the local people. The plan was highly feasible,
and Fan Datong immediately agreed, adding a few compliments: "President Fang, if all the entrepreneurs in Lingjiang had such foresight,
building Lingjiang into a first-class city would be just around the corner."
"Mayor Fan, you flatter me. However, on the other hand, the government should still provide appropriate compensation after taking the land back
." Fan Datong nodded, saying that was natural, but the compensation wasn't something he could decide. Wang Shaoquan
was about to leave office, and Furong Real Estate should visit him before his departure. Xia Mo nodded in agreement and then
mentioned the Baima Lake project to Fan Datong. Fan Datong was surprised to hear that Future Company planned to build a large water park at Baima Lake.
He smiled and told Xia Mo that the secrecy was excellent; even he hadn't heard a word about such a big project.
"Mayor Fan, the people from Dongshan District will officially report this matter to you in the next day or two. This project requires a lot of
land and needs approval from the Lingjiang Municipal Government. I would appreciate it if Mayor Fan could help simplify the procedures."
After parting ways with Fang Xia and the other woman, Fan Datong fell into deep thought. Was the Fang family giving him two tasks at this time
a test of his control over the Lingjiang Municipal Government? Wang Shaoquan was about to retire, and the possibility of him taking over as mayor
was high, but all of this depended on Fang Daming's support. He had
to handle these two matters perfectly, no matter what. Building a water park at Baima Lake is easy. Lingjiang is currently vying for
the status of the second central city in the Donghai Metropolitan Area, and a high-standard amusement park would help improve Lingjiang's reputation
. Baima Lake is quite far from the city center, so using more land wouldn't be a problem.
But how to handle reclaiming the land in the old city? Perhaps this could be used to create political achievements
or improve his reputation. He only recently learned that the Fang family had become the behind-the-scenes owner of Furong Real Estate; others
certainly didn't know this yet. If he proposed reclaiming the land at the meeting, Zhang Weijun's people would definitely oppose it vehemently.
What would the centrists, led by Wang Shaoquan, do? They might think this was a counterattack by the Fang family against the Zhang family and choose to
wait and see. What if he and Zhang Weijun's people couldn't reach an agreement? Previously, some people
had petitioned about the use of that land, but Zhang Weijun's people had suppressed them. If anyone petitioned again in the next few days…
In the Lingjiang Municipal Government conference room, Wang Shaoquan presided over a government work meeting. Such opportunities were
becoming increasingly rare for Wang Shaoquan, leaving him somewhat disappointed. After reading the provincial government's
document on strengthening the management of public funds and preventing economic crimes by officials, Wang Shaoquan assigned the task of this random audit in Lingjiang, with Executive Vice Mayor
Fan Datong in charge and the Director of the Municipal Audit Bureau in charge. He required all auditing units to cooperate fully. After saying a few words
about the audit, Fan Datong cleared his throat and mentioned the Furong Real Estate land plot.
"Recently, I've received numerous complaints about problems with the redevelopment of the old town area near the Xinqin River.
The original plan was to build a park there, but it's now being converted into residential housing. I think everyone here knows
the location of that plot; it's surrounded by residential buildings, with little public green space, outdated road infrastructure, and frequent traffic congestion
. Nearby residents have expressed strong dissatisfaction, and building more housing will only exacerbate the road burden.
I believe everyone knows about yesterday's public petition, which shows that the people still have objections to the illegal development of residential housing on that land.
As for how this land became residential land, we won't investigate that. What we should do now is correct
this mistake, reclaim the undeveloped land, and rebuild it as a park. Let's discuss this matter."
The vice mayor in charge of urban planning twitched. Didn't Fan Datong know whose company Furong Real Estate was
? Reclaiming the land would cut off their source of income. Considering that Fan Datong had Fang Daming backing him, it was easy
to think of the recent incident involving Dongfang Company. Could it be that Fang Daming instructed Fan Datong to cause trouble for Governor Zhang
? The vice mayor suddenly recalled that just a few days after the Dongfang Company incident, the director of the Lianhuai City Industrial Bureau
was placed under investigation after being reported by his mistress's husband. Even more absurdly,
when the investigators went to arrest the director, he was found in bed with his flirtatious mistress, his usually upright reputation
instantly ruined. Could Fang Daming have used this to smear Zhang Weijun and implicate the vice mayor? Thinking of this
, the vice mayor broke out in a cold sweat, especially after yesterday's mass incident. If the higher-ups seriously investigated
, he, the vice mayor, would definitely not escape punishment. "Vice Mayor Fan, Furong Real Estate acquired that land through bidding
. Wouldn't it damage the government's reputation if we rashly reclaimed it? If this gets out,
it might affect other investors planning to come to Lingjiang." The vice mayor's attitude was noticeably less forceful than before
, relying instead on the government's credibility to pressure the matter.
"Therefore, we need to communicate privately with Furong Real Estate first, and it would be best if both parties could reach an agreement. Of course,
Furong Real Estate also paid a certain cost to acquire the land, and we can give the company some appropriate
compensation if we take back the land. Mayor Wang, what do you think we should do about this?"
Everyone believed that Fan Datong's proposal was instigated by Fang Daming, and those without a vested interest would not object
, including Wang Shaoquan. He was about to retire, and it would be too
tragic if problems arose at this critical juncture. The two sides were two provincial party committee bigwigs, and it was too difficult for the mayors and deputy mayors to stand in the middle.
Zhang Weijun seemed to be half a step above Fang Daming, but in the Lingjiang municipal government, Fan Datong, whom Fang Daming supported, was quite
powerful, while although Zhang Weijun had many old subordinates in the Lingjiang municipal government, none of them could rival Fan Datong.
Unless someone was parachuted in from above, Fan Datong was the most likely candidate to become mayor. If they offended Fang Daming and Fan Datong now...
Datong, once Fan Datong takes over and starts digging up his old grievances, it's no joke. But if he agrees to Fan Datong
's proposal, he'll definitely offend Zhang Weijun—a dilemma!
"I've heard some of what Comrade Datong mentioned, but taking back land that's already been auctioned off will indeed have
a negative impact on the credibility of our Lingjiang Municipal Government. So it's best to discuss this privately first, and
then announce it publicly once a consensus is reached. Since Comrade Datong has raised this suggestion, I think he must have a
solution in mind. Why don't we let Comrade Datong handle this matter?" After careful consideration, Wang Shaoquan chose to
delegate authority to Fan Datong and avoid the situation himself. Although doing so might still offend Zhang Weijun,
it's better than Fan Datong digging up his old grievances after taking over. Besides Fan Datong, no one else dared to take on this task. Fan Datong secretly smiled, because
these people didn't know that the behind-the-scenes boss of Furong Real Estate had become the Fang family, allowing him to pass this matter smoothly
.
Qixi Festival. I don't know when this holiday, thanks to commercial hype, started to
become as popular in China as Christmas. This is because, like Christmas and Valentine's Day, it gives men and women a reason to have sex
. Sex requires gifts and romance, which together create a huge market. As for Easter
, Halloween, and Thanksgiving, they don't take off in China because men and women can't find a reason to have sex.
Without sex, there's no consumption, so businesses can't hype it up.
Fan Zhiqi proactively asked Fang Yulong out, but Fang Yulong already had dinner plans with Jiang Xueqing and could only say he
was busy that evening. Fan Zhiqi didn't give Fang Yulong any way out, saying she had already asked Dai Cheng, and neither of them had any business lately
, so what social engagements could they possibly have that evening? "Dai Cheng's business's gone, but I've started a small business myself. I really have
something to do today. You can ask Dai Cheng; he knows I'm doing other business outside. How about this, let's go out
again before school starts. You can choose the place." Fan Zhiqi's face lit up with a smile when she heard she could choose the place. She warned
Fang Yulong that if he dared to go back on his word, she would come knocking on his door; she knew where Longhui Company was anyway. Fang Yulong was both
amused and exasperated, as if he owed her something.
Whether it was Jiang Xueqing's doing or not, when Fang Yulong went to pick her up, the policewoman Mei Lan was also there.
Luckily, Fang Yulong had prepared a gift for the policewoman—a small handbag, a different style and a slightly lower price than the one he gave Jiang Xueqing
. The policewoman was naturally delighted to receive the gift and spoke highly of Fang Yulong. Fang Yulong
asked Mei Lan why she hadn't gone on a date. The policewoman replied irritably, "I don't have a boyfriend yet, what am I supposed to do? Go on
a date with a ghost! Why don't you have pity on me and take me with you?"
What could Fang Yulong say? He could only take the policewoman out for dinner. After all, he and Jiang Xueqing
were just ordinary friends. Jiang Xueqing didn't explicitly reject him, but she didn't make any further moves either
. Having the policewoman there would liven up the atmosphere.
Fang Yulong took Jiang Xueqing and the policewoman to the Dream Paris Restaurant, where he had previously gone with Qiao Wanrong. At the entrance, they unexpectedly bumped
into Dai Cheng and a stunningly beautiful woman. The woman, while not exactly breathtakingly beautiful, was still one in a hundred
. Over 1.7 meters tall and wearing high heels, she was truly stunning. Dai Cheng was only about 1.75 meters
tall, which put him at a slight height disadvantage compared to his girlfriend, who was wearing high heels. As a man, this was somewhat
intimidating, but Dai Cheng smiled broadly, his arm around his female companion's slender waist, looking very harmonious. This
greatly surprised Fang Yulong. Wasn't Dai Cheng's girlfriend Yang Qingyu? Why was he having dinner with another woman tonight
, and they seemed quite affectionate?
Dai Cheng was equally surprised to see two unfamiliar women with Fang Yulong, especially the taller one, whose figure
and face were even more striking than his girlfriend's. Since they had run into each other, Dai Cheng invited the three of them to dinner
and introduced his flight attendant girlfriend, Yuan Wenwen, to them. Fang Yulong, worried about disturbing Dai Cheng and Yuan Wenwen's
time together, wanted to eat separately. Dai Cheng, however, said it was fine; he and Yuan Wenwen were an old married couple, and they were just
having dinner, nothing special. Yuan Wenwen went along with Dai Cheng's wishes and invited the three of them to dinner.
"Brother Dai, what's going on? Weren't you dating Qingyu?" Fang Yulong, walking at the back, asked Dai Cheng softly.
Yang Qingyu wasn't as tall as Yuan Wenwen, but she and Dai Cheng were a good match. Their looks were equally charming, and more importantly
, Yang Qingyu and Dai Cheng were considered a good match in terms of social standing. Why would Dai Cheng choose Yuan Wenwen instead of Yang Qingyu? Dai
Cheng said that he was only dating Yang Qingyu to appease his family, because his grandfather disapproved of his
relationship with Yuan Wenwen. Dai Cheng didn't want to find a girlfriend within his social circle. Even if they were a good match, what difference did it make? These
people were fine for hanging out, but if it came to settling down, compatibility would be a major issue.
Which of these girls born with a silver spoon in their mouth didn't have a temper? Although Yuan Wenwen's background wasn't as good as Yang Qingyu's, she was generous, understanding
, and considerate. To put it bluntly, Yuan Wenwen is more suitable as a wife; they can be tolerant and
understanding in a long-term relationship. Someone like Yang Qingyu is more suitable as a mistress; she might seem romantic during courtship
, but in real life, they'd probably argue every day.
"Yulong, what's wrong with you? Does your family forbid you from seeing this woman, so you're just pretending
to date Zhiqi?"
"Brother Dai, Jiang Xueqing and I are just ordinary friends. We just went out for dinner together." Although Fang Yulong
had some interest in pursuing Jiang Xueqing, it was still a serious matter.
"Ordinary friends choosing to go out for dinner tonight? You didn't even have time when Zhiqi, that little firecracker, asked you out. I
really thought you had business dealings with someone; turns out you have someone else."
"Did Fan Zhiqi really call you?"
"Yulong, you don't actually have a crush on this Jiang Xueqing, do you? She seems to be around twenty-four or twenty-five, doesn't she?" Dai Cheng
looked at Fang Yulong with a strange expression, almost asking if he had a sister complex.
"She helped me when I first came to Lingjiang, and that's how we met. We got along well, so we've been
seeing each other, but we're really just friends."
"I know, otherwise you wouldn't have brought a third wheel out to dinner. But let me warn you, Zhiqi
is a fiery little devil; if she finds out you lied to her tonight, it'll be difficult to handle."
Fang Yulong fell into deep thought after hearing Dai Cheng's words. He lived in this world as Fang Yulong, and
he would eventually get married. What kind of woman would he marry? Jiang Xueqing? Definitely not. He didn't dare let the
Fang family know who Jiang Xueqing was; if they did, they would definitely suspect his identity. Even if they didn't suspect him, Jiang
Xueqing was several years older than him, and the Fang family would never agree to him marrying her. So what kind of woman should he marry? How should he handle his relationship with Xia Zhuyi? Could he sever his 　　relationship with Xia Zhuyi
for a woman whose true identity he didn't even know yet ? 　　After dinner, Fang Yulong took Jiang Xueqing and the policewoman to the night market for a while before driving them home. The policewoman went upstairs first, and Jiang Xueqing, sitting in the car, said to Fang Yulong, "Fang Yulong, there are some things 　　I should have told you when 　　I gave you the bracelet last time . I know a small bag might be like a cup of tea to you, 　　but it doesn't seem appropriate for us to exchange gifts like that. You got to know me through Qinghua's story. I don't know 　　what story he told you, but I'm definitely not as good as the person in his story. Do you understand what I mean?" 　　"I understand what you mean, but the feeling you give me isn't that of a fictional character from a story; you're a real person. 　　As for the gift, you can treat it as a normal friendship. If you feel you've taken advantage of me, you can reciprocate with a gift 　　. As for everything else, let things take their natural course. Like the song says, let's follow our feelings, okay 　　?" 　　Follow her feelings? Jiang Xueqing looked at Fang Yulong, and Fang Yulong looked at her. They stared at each other silently for a moment before 　　Jiang Xueqing finally got out of the car. "What did you say in the car? Did you confess to him, or did he confess to you?" 　　The policewoman asked like a curious child as Jiang Xueqing entered the house. 　　"Nothing." Jiang Xueqing walked to the window and saw the man in the car waving at her before starting the car and driving 　　away. Following her feelings? Did she have feelings for him? Jiang Xueqing's mind was in turmoil again. 　　Zijin Garden. Shen Xi told Fang Huijun about a series of recent events at Furong Real Estate. "Auntie, 　　a lot of strange things have happened at Furong Real Estate lately. Mei Xingliang and Ji Guoqiang have both sold their shares, and 　　even Qiao Wanrong has sold hers. Now, although Qiao Wanrong is still the chairman of the board, the major shareholder has changed to 　　a company in Haicheng, and the company's financial director has also been replaced by someone sent from that company in Haicheng." 　　After hearing Shen Xi's account of Furong Real Estate's situation, Fang Huijun secretly pondered what had happened. Could it be that 　　the Fang family didn't use this incident to attack Zhang Weijun, but instead chose to acquire Furong Real Estate? Furong Real Estate 　　Company was about to make a profit, but Qiao Wanrong sold most of the company's shares at this time. Clearly, the Fang family 　　had won this round of struggle; the provincial deputy secretary, Fang Daming, was far more powerful than his outward appearance suggested. 　　It seemed he should further cultivate a good relationship with Xia Zhuyi. If he waited until Fang Daming finally won before trying to curry favor with him, 　　he would be seen as too opportunistic and wouldn't be valued. 　　"Xiao Xi, so what are you planning to do now? You've already started tutoring Wang Gang's son. Are you planning to leave 　　Furong Real Estate Company?" 　　"Not yet. The municipal government wants to take back that land to build a park. We haven't reached an agreement on the compensation amount yet. 　　The company is planning to lobby Wang Shaoquan, and I volunteered to do so." 　　"Xiao Xi, you're planning to contact Wang Shaoquan? Won't that...?" " 　　Auntie, don't worry. Besides me, who else remembers what happened back then?" 　　"Be careful no matter what. Don't get yourself involved. It's not worth it for those scumbags." 　　A few days later, the Lingjiang Municipal Government officially issued a notice reclaiming the residential land in the old city area along the Xinqin River to be converted into 　　a park. After the notice was issued, the people of Lingjiang cheered. No one cared what had happened behind the scenes, 　　no one questioned the legality of the municipal government's change of heart, and no one paid attention to the price the municipal government paid to reclaim the land 　　. The Lingjiang Daily reported this event prominently in the upper right corner of its front page that day. "Executive 　　Vice Mayor Fan Datong conducted in-depth field research, starting from the actual situation of the people..." Fan Datong 　　smiled as he looked at the Lingjiang Daily. He had successfully completed the Fang family's task and established a people-oriented image among the people—truly killing 　　two birds with one stone. 　　Shen Xi, who was in charge of public relations, left Furong Real Estate. Qiao Wanrong gave her a bonus of 500,000 yuan. As for 　　how Shen Xi managed to win over Wang Shaoquan, no one knew. Furong Real Estate's delayed pre-sales officially started on the third day after the announcement 　　. Affected by the announcement, the pre-sales performance far exceeded expectations. 　　In July and August, some changes occurred in the Jiangdong Provincial Party Committee. First, the Standing Committee member of the Provincial Party Committee and Secretary of the Lingjiang 　　Municipal Party Committee, who had come to Jiangdong to gain seniority, chose to leave this troublesome place. Ge Junwu took over the position of Secretary of the Lingjiang Municipal Party Committee. For 　　Ge Junwu, who had not been transferred to another province as a deputy secretary, this position was the one he most desired while working in Jiangdong. 　　At the end of August, the Minister of Organization of the Provincial Party Committee also left Jiangdong. Before a successor was determined, Fang Daming concurrently held 　　this position. Propaganda Minister Yan Guoqing was somewhat disappointed. He had been in the position for long enough, and 　　if he couldn't be moved, it likely meant he would be relegated to a secondary role. Lately, he had been frequently visiting Ning Henggang's 　　office to report to him. Ning Henggang naturally guessed Yan Guoqing's thoughts, saying that he was 　　an "old hand" in Jiangdong, and the future development of Jiangdong needed the advice of "old hands" like him. 　　Before the start of the semester, Fang Yulong accompanied Fan Zhiqi as promised, but Fan Zhiqi asked Fang Yulong to accompany her back to her hometown. Fan Zhiqi 　　's hometown was Lingyang Town in Jiaonan, a beautiful place nestled against the mountains and beside the water. Lingyang Lake was a 　　relatively small lake among the many lakes in Jiangnan, and it had never been developed for tourism, so it still retained its natural lake appearance. The Fan 　　family was a prominent family in Lingyang Town. Before liberation, the Fan family had run businesses in Jiaonan City. After liberation, these businesses were nationalized 　　, and more than ten years ago, after privatization began, the Fan family repurchased some of the old businesses that originally belonged to them. 　　The company is currently managed by Fan Zhiqi's grandfather and uncle. Fan Zhiqi's uncle owns a villa by Lingyang Lake, which his 　　family rarely stays in. Fan Zhiqi then took the villa and stayed there for two days. Fang Yulong only knew that Fan Zhiqi was 　　Fan Datong's daughter and knew nothing about the Fan family's history, never imagining that the Fan family were pioneers in national industry. 　　After the start of the semester, Fang Yulong switched to Information Engineering, a field completely unrelated to his original major.

The weekend before National Day was Dai Cheng's niece's birthday. Dai Cheng celebrated her birthday at Huayang Nianhua, and Fang Yulong
was also there. He felt that tonight was an opportunity because Zhao Ting would also be there. Dai Cheng's niece was
Gu Yutong, the daughter of Dai Cheng's cousin. Dai Cheng's cousin was already in his early forties, and this niece was seventeen years old. She
had a very good relationship with Dai Cheng, who doted on her and treated her like a younger sister.
Fan Zhiqi called Fang Yulong early in the morning, asking him to pick her up at the agreed place. Thinking of Fan Zhiqi, Fang Yulong
felt a headache coming on. If Fan Zhiqi kept bothering him that night, he wouldn't have a chance to make a move on Zhao Ting. Fang Yulong
told Fan Zhiqi on the phone that he might not have time that night and might have to leave early at Huayang Nianhua. Fan Zhiqi said
it was okay, she could have Chen Jing take her home that night and have Fang Yulong come pick her up first. As
soon as Fan Zhiqi hung up, Chen Jing called again, asking Fang Yulong if he was going to Huayang Nianhua that night.
Chen Jing's meaning was clear: if Fang Yulong didn't go, she would find an excuse not to go either. She wasn't
very familiar with Dai Cheng; it was Yang Qingyu who insisted on dragging her along. With Chen Jing there, Zhao Ting would drink more,
so Fang Yulong quickly told Chen Jing he would be attending the birthday party that evening.
The Xingye Building, where Huayang Nianhua was located, was near the old East Gate, with a bustling street to the west and a
section of old city wall to the east. Because it was in a busy area, there were only a few parking spaces on the street, and most vehicles
had to park in the building's underground parking lot. Before picking up Fan Zhiqi, Fang Yulong first went to the Xingye Building to scout the area
. He found out where the blind spots were and where the surveillance cameras were. If possible, Fang Yulong wanted to
abduct Zhao Ting after the party ended.
Huayang Nianhua occupied the third, fourth, and fifth floors of the building and was one of the top nightclubs in Lingjiang city.
The large private room on the fifth floor was packed with people. Dai Cheng had many friends, and with Gu Yutong's classmates, the huge room
was almost full. Fang Yulong and Fan Zhiqi walked up to the birthday girl with a gift and presented it.
"Thank you, Sister Qiqi!" Gu Yutong accepted the gift and gave Fan Zhiqi a warm hug. Just as Dai Cheng was
implicitly the leader of this group, the fiery Fan Zhiqi was the leader of the girls in this circle, so Gu Yutong
was naturally very happy to receive a gift from Fan Zhiqi.
"Oh, little Tongtong has grown bigger again!" Fan Zhiqi said, staring at Gu Yutong's chest. Because
Fang Yulong was right next to her, Gu Yutong's face immediately turned red, and her embarrassed expression was quite cute.
"Happy birthday, Yutong!" Fang Yulong presented a gift at the right time, easing Gu Yutong's awkward expression. Gu
Yutong's family was also well-off. Her father was the executive vice president of Lingjiang Chemical, having climbed up from the bottom,
and didn't have many connections with people in official circles. Gu Yutong only knew so many children of officials because of Dai Cheng, and Dai Cheng felt that making
more friends would be beneficial for Gu Yutong in the future.
A little while later, Zhao Ting arrived with Yang Qingyu and Chen Jing. The three men and three women formed a small circle. Fang
Yulong asked the three girls if they had any travel plans for the National Day holiday. Fan Zhiqi pouted and said, "No one's
sponsoring me, what plans could I possibly have?" The three girls weren't short of money; Fan Zhiqi's comment clearly implied that she wanted
Fang Yulong to treat them. Last time, Fang Yulong promised to take Fan Zhiqi out before school started, but Fan Zhiqi made Fang Yulong
accompany her back to Jiaonan for two days. Fang Yulong said it was no problem, just let him know if they had any travel plans.
Fang Yulong stayed at the Flower Garden for an hour when someone called him. Actually, no one called; Fang Yulong
had just set an alarm for himself, pretended to make the call, and then apologized, telling Dai Cheng, Zhao Ting,
and the others to have fun. Fang Yulong's old Santana, which he had prepared for tailing, was parked in a corner, while Zhao Ting's car was parked within
his sight. Fang Yulong was sitting in his car, constantly listening to the situation around Zhao Ting on his phone
. At nine o'clock, Chen Jing and Fan Zhiqi also left, leaving Zhao Ting alone. Fang Yulong
was secretly pleased upon hearing this; if Zhao Ting was alone, there was no need to tail him.
Not long after, Fang Yulong heard Zhao Ting say goodbye to Feng Ping and Gu Yutong. Fang Yulong immediately got out of his car and
waited at the elevator entrance, preparing for a "chance encounter" with Zhao Ting. The elevator doors opened, and there were
other guests inside, but not the people from Dai Cheng's private room. Fang Yulong was slightly relieved. Zhao Ting
was naturally surprised to see Fang Yulong, who was "preparing" to enter, and asked him why he had returned.
"It's nothing serious. A friend flew in, and I was supposed to pick him up, but a
woman went to pick him up first. Is the party over? Where are Zhiqi and the others? I came to pick up Zhiqi to go for a late-night snack."
"Chen Jing and Zhiqi have already left, you won't be able to pick them up."
"They've already left... Brother Zhao, why are you alone? Where's Qingyu?"
"Qingyu stayed to keep Dai Cheng company."
"Oh, looks like it's just the two of us alone. My stomach's starting to rumble. I was thinking of going for a
late-night snack with Zhiqi, but it's not happening. Brother Zhao, are you hungry? How about we find a place to get some late-night snacks?"
Fang Yulong's eyes were fixed on the strangers who had gotten off with Zhao Ting, waiting for them
to disappear from sight. Zhao Ting didn't suspect anything and followed Fang Yulong towards the parking lot. "Fang Yulong, where's your car?"
"My car's over there, Brother Zhao, want to ride with me?"
"I'd better drive my own, otherwise I'll have to come back for it later." Zhao Ting turned to go to his car
, when suddenly something covered his mouth. Zhao Ting struggled a few times but then stopped moving. Fang Yulong dragged Zhao Ting
to a corner, took out a small bottle of liquor he had prepared, and poured it all into Zhao Ting's mouth. He also splashed some liquor on Zhao
Ting's face, making him appear completely drunk.
At this moment, several more people came out of the elevator. Two of them saw Fang Yulong helping Zhao Ting into the car but didn't pay much
attention, assuming Zhao Ting was just drunk. Fang Yulong kept his head down, shoved Zhao Ting into the back seat, and drove away.
Fang Yulong drove away from Xingye Building, exited the old east gate, and turned north along the moat into the narrow moat
park. There weren't many cars in the moat park that evening. Fang Yulong took off Zhao Ting's coat and put it on. The two
were of similar build, and it wasn't easy to tell them apart from behind. If it weren't for the fact that Zhao Ting's parking spot was on CCTV
, Fang Yulong, fearing an investigation if Zhao Ting got into trouble, would have had to impersonate Zhao Ting to go back and drive Zhao Ting's car out.
"Come on." Fang Yulong poured another bottle of baijiu (Chinese liquor) into Zhao Ting's mouth, gave him sleeping pills, and then left him in the car before
taking a taxi back to Xingye Building.
Various flowers and trees lined the moat, blooming year-round. Fang Yulong's car happened to be parked
next to a grove of roses. In the evening breeze, Fang Yulong smelled a delicate fragrance, instantly clearing his feverish mind
and easing his tension. This time, what he was doing wasn't like raping Qiao Wanrong in Xiuhe Residential Area, where everything
was under control; even if those things failed, there was nothing to worry about. If the man surnamed Zhang found out
someone was secretly investigating him, even if he was Fang Daming's son, it would be extremely dangerous.
Fang Yulong looked around, making sure no one in the quiet park saw him, before walking along the narrow stone path
through a small grove of plane trees. Twenty minutes later, Fang Yulong drove Zhao Ting's car into the moat park. Although
leaving Zhao Ting by the moat overnight might not go unnoticed, Fang Yulong, fearing an accident, drove Zhao Ting's car
into the moat park and then got into his old Santana, taking the "drunk" Zhao Ting to the
old dock in the southwest of the city. With no traffic at night, it only took Fang Yulong a little
over an hour to drop Zhao Ting off at the old dock and return to the moat park. By then it was 11 p.m., and the roads were getting thinner. Fang Yulong drove Zhao
Ting's car towards the Hengshui River in the east of the city, then continued north along the river. This road led to the Zijin Garden
residential area, where Zhao Ting lived. This area consisted of low-rise houses and old buildings developed in the 1970s.
Like the land developed by Furong Real Estate, this area was also slated for demolition and reconstruction. The streetlights were
intermittently dark. Fang Yulong found a secluded spot, crashed into the roadside guardrail, smashed the car window, and then
let the empty car slide into the Hengshui River. There are surveillance cameras at the nearest intersection; the police will know
the time of Zhao Ting's accident from there.
Watching Zhao Ting's car slide into the Hengshui River, Fang Yulong breathed a sigh of relief; the first part of his plan was finally
completed smoothly. Fang Yulong walked into the dark old residential area, facing the early autumn night wind. After walking about a kilometer, Fang Yulong
hailed a taxi on another brightly lit street and returned to where he had parked his SUV. As for the old Santana
, he could only park it by the moat for now.
Fang Yulong's SUV was parked at the Rolling Stone Bar; he arrived there after midnight. "Hey, Young Master Fang,
you've finally arrived! I was just about to call you. Where's your girlfriend?" Fang Yulong was about to open the car door when a woman's
voice startled him. Fang Yulong, who had just relaxed, immediately tensed up and turned to look at
the woman speaking to him.
Fang Huijun had just left the Rolling Stone Bar. Disappointed at not having met a suitable target, she
was about to hail a taxi home when she saw a car she recognized parked in the parking lot. Fang Huijun had an excellent memory;
she could remember many things others considered insignificant, such as Fang Yulong's license plate, which she
remembered after seeing it only once. Seeing Fang Yulong's car, a strong impulse suddenly surged within Fang Huijun; she had to wait
for this young man. Fang Yulong had gotten out of the taxi about a hundred meters from the bar. Fang Huijun hadn't seen him
get out; she had only been watching his car, assuming he was still inside. Just as she
was considering whether to go inside to find him, Fang Yulong suddenly reappeared beside the car.
"Young Master Fang, what's wrong? Don't you recognize me?" Seeing Fang Yulong looking at her without speaking, Fang Huijun smiled
, a hint of alluring charm on her face. Looking at the sexy young woman in a purple-black striped pencil skirt,
Fang Yulong, who had been stunned, came to his senses and said with a smile, "How could this be? I'm just a little surprised that Sister Hui
is here."
Fang Huijun pouted and said, "What's wrong? Can't I come here?"
"I've heard this place is a man's paradise."
"Would you men come here if there were no women?"
"Ah...that's true. Sister Hui, why are you alone?"
"I came out to have a few drinks by myself, no man to keep me company."
"Sister Hui, did you drive here yourself, or are you planning to take a taxi back?"
"What, are you really willing to let a drunk woman like me be taken to the middle of nowhere by an unscrupulous taxi driver and
raped?" Fang Huijun looked at Fang Yulong with a smile, showing no sign of drunkenness. Fang Yulong didn't know
what Fang Huijun meant, but hearing her words, he had no choice but to invite her into the car.
"Sister Hui, why are you at the bar alone? Did something upset you?"
"Nothing, I'm quite happy. You men go to bars to find a woman, right? Can't I
go to a bar to find a man? It's a pity I didn't meet anyone I liked at the bar, but I did after I left."
Fang Yulong was stunned, unsure whether Fang Huijun was teasing him or serious. He turned to look at her.
To be honest, Fang Huijun was a very charming woman. Although she was over thirty, she dressed fashionably and had a
lively personality, more feminine than Han Shuhua. Fang Yulong asked Fang Huijun where she lived, and she said she lived in Zijin Garden.
"Zijin Garden?" Fang Yulong couldn't help but repeat.
"What, does Young Master Fang live there too?" Fang Huijun was a little surprised by Fang Yulong's strong reaction.
"No, a friend of mine lives there. Sister Hui, why do you live there? I heard the houses there aren't very nice
." The houses in Zijin Garden were only considered mid-range in Lingjiang. With Fang Huijun's financial situation, she shouldn't
live in such a place. Fang Huijun said her house was quite nice; since she lived alone, a larger house would feel
empty.
"Sister Hui, you live alone? Where's your husband?"
"We live separately." Fang Huijun said this and didn't mention her husband again. Fang Yulong couldn't help but
wonder if Fang Huijun, like Han Shuhua, had already had a marriage in name only.
"What about you? Why aren't you with that Officer Jiang?" Fang Huijun glanced at Fang Yulong as she spoke. Quite
coincidentally, she and Fang Yulong had met three times by chance. The first time was at Xia Zhuyi's place, the second time was at the night
market when she saw Fang Yulong with two young women. Fang Huijun didn't know Jiang Xueqing. When Fang Yulong introduced her,
he only hinted at Jiang Xueqing's identity, without introducing her directly to Jiang Xueqing. This made Fang Huijun somewhat unhappy,
thinking that Fang Yulong had used her cousin and then turned his back on her. However, at the time, Fang Huijun didn't...
It was a bit of a mess. Later, she called Fang Yulong and said he wasn't being fair. Fang Yulong apologized on the phone and said he
'd treat Fang Huijun to dinner another day, but that "another day" turned into a month or so.
"Jiang Xueqing and I are just ordinary friends. We rarely go out for dinner; we seldom come to bars."
"What? You helped her with her promotion, and she didn't even acknowledge
it?" "She doesn't know I helped her."
This time, it was Fang Huijun's turn to be surprised, somewhat disbelieving Fang Yulong's words. She knew men's true nature best
. Most men would boast and make grand promises before even doing anything; a few would
explain afterward to the person they were with, getting what they wanted; someone like Fang Yulong who kept quiet was extremely rare
.
"You were serious with her?" Fang Huijun asked Fang Yulong.
"Is it not allowed? Does Sister Hui think I can't date?"
"Sure, but I think you and her are a bit unreliable. Otherwise, why would you be at the bar entrance in the middle of the night
?" Fang Yulong couldn't tell Fang Huijun that he had only temporarily parked his car at the bar entrance, so he could only tacitly agree with Fang Huijun
's words that he was out having fun behind Jiang Xueqing's back.
Soon, Fang Yulong drove to the Hengshui River again. He saw two patrol members of the joint defense team parked on motorcycles
by the guardrail where the accident had just occurred. "Looks like something happened." Fang Yulong said to Fang Huijun after looking at the two members of the joint defense team.
Zhao Ting's car had already sunk into the Hengshui River. The two members of the joint defense team probably stopped
to check because they found the guardrail was damaged. Fang Huijun didn't see the damaged guardrail and glanced at it, saying, "What could have happened? These people
just find a place to slack off when they have nothing to do." Fang Yulong was speechless. If the joint defense team members wanted to slack off in the middle of the night, they would find a windless place.
However, Fang Yulong did hope that the two patrol members would find Zhao Ting's car sooner.
Fang Yulong wasn't entirely familiar with the Zijing Garden complex either. Upon arriving at Fang Huijun's residence, he learned that Zijing Garden
offered two main types of apartments: medium to large units for ordinary families, and
duplexes like Fang Huijun's, exceeding 200 square meters. No wonder Fang Huijun lived there; her apartment was
comparable to a typical villa, boasting a high floor with expansive views and a river vista.
The apartment's decor was simple, a pale yellow minimalist style, but the materials were exquisite. Entering through the main door was
a spacious living room, followed by the kitchen, dining room, and bathroom, with a guest room next door. Once inside,
Fang Huijun removed her thin coat, revealing a deep V-neck dress that exposed a deep cleavage. Under the lights,
her bodycon dress appeared extremely sexy, its shimmering purple-black stripes
adding a touch of youthful vibrancy compared to her professional attire at their first meeting. Especially striking were her legs, clad in white stockings, like sculptures of white crystal
, exuding undeniable allure. Fang Yulong quickly glanced at her, guessing that Fang Huijun must take great
care of her beautiful legs. "How about it, does it meet Young Master Fang's standards?" Fang Huijun seemed unaware that Fang Yulong
was looking at her, or perhaps she didn't care at all. She poured two
glasses of wine from the small bar at the bottom of the stairs, handed one to Fang Yulong, and then asked him with a double entendre.
"Very good. But Sister Hui, isn't it a bit too lonely for you to live in such a big house all by yourself?" Fang Yulong
was certain that the woman in front of him had brought him back to have something happen between them. Of
course, Fang Yulong wouldn't refuse such a good thing. Because of Zhao Ting's matter, Fang Yulong, who had been tense all night, needed to vent.
"My mother and my child also live here. It's the weekend, and my mother took the child back to the countryside."
"Oh, where's your husband? Why don't you live together?"
"Let's not talk about him. Men are dispensable to me." Fang Huijun said, lightly touching Fang Yulong's glass
, and then tilting her head back to drink the wine in her glass. Fang Huijun raised her head, revealing a smooth, white neck
adorned with a delicate platinum pendant, the sapphire-encrusted end resting above her cleavage. Fang Huijun asked
Fang Yulong if he wanted more wine. Fang Yulong shook his head, and Fang Huijun took the glass from his hand and placed it back on the bar
. As Fang Huijun swayed her hips towards the bar, she suddenly glanced back at Fang Yulong and smiled faintly.
At that moment, Fang Yulong was staring intently at Fang Huijun's swaying hips.
They slowly ascended the corner staircase beneath the crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling upstairs. The chandelier
emitted a magnificent and bright light that shone on Fang Huijun, making her appear like countless stars glittering among the dark purple stripes
, enhancing her regal appearance. Fang Yulong lagged half a step behind, his eyes
glancing at Fang Huijun's buttocks out of the corner of his eye. The pencil skirt accentuated her rounded hips; perhaps not
as voluptuous as Xia Zhuyi or Fang Lan, but visually, they were in no way inferior to those two stunning women.
Reaching the central platform, Fang Huijun slowed down, turning to Fang Yulong and saying, "Brother Yulong,
my legs are a little sore. Aren't you going to help me?" Fang Yulong put an arm around Fang Huijun's waist
, his fingers tracing her shapely buttocks, finding them indeed full and elastic. Fang Huijun leaned slightly against
Fang Yulong's shoulder, their bodies lightly touching. Fang Yulong was unaware of Fang Huijun's attitude towards sexual encounters and positions. If it were like with Xia Zhuyi, he certainly wouldn't have made it upstairs; he would 　　have stripped Xia Zhuyi naked and made love to her right
there on the stairs . 　　The upstairs space was relatively smaller, but there were two large rooms and a small living room. Fang Huijun pulled Fang 　　Yulong into the room, telling him to sit for a while while she went to take a shower. Fang Yulong 　　felt a little strange about Fang Huijun's actions, as if he were a gigolo brought in by a beautiful young woman. Fang Huijun's room was very clean. 　　Fang Yulong took off his coat and walked to the window, through which he could see ships on the river in the distance. Fang Yulong wasn't 　　paying attention to the lights of the ships on the river, nor was he thinking about Zhao Ting. He was thinking about Fang Huijun. This woman struck him 　　as odd; she had a husband and children, yet she still went to a bar for a one-night stand. 　　A moment later, Fang Huijun emerged from the bathroom wearing a pale yellow, shiny silk nightgown. The metallic 　　sheen of the nightgown was pushed up by her full breasts, revealing two round nipples. The outline of her breasts was faintly visible beneath the nightgown 　　. A belt cinched her waist; it wasn't particularly thin, but her waist-to-hip ratio was excellent, and her shapely buttocks swayed as she walked.

Fang Yulong shuddered, feeling a surge of blood rushing to his head at the sight. Fang Huijun handed him a large towel: "I
don't have any men's robes here, just use this to wrap yourself up for now."
Fang Yulong rinsed off in the bathroom, then returned to the room wrapped in the towel. The curtains were drawn,
creating a warm atmosphere. Fang Huijun leaned against the bed, the pink blanket covering her chest. Seeing Fang
Yulong come out, Fang Huijun lifted one side of the blanket, gesturing for him to get into bed. Fang Yulong chuckled: "Sister Hui,
do you often bring men home like this?"
"Does this place look like it's frequented by men?"
"I can't tell. So where do you take men, Sister Hui?"
"To hotel rooms. Don't you men all do that? Haven't you ever taken a strange woman to a hotel room?"
Fang Yulong smiled; to be honest, he had taken a strange woman to a hotel room once. Once, Fang Yulong and
Dai Cheng went to a high-end club. On their way out, they met two attractive women and decided to have a
late-night snack together. They then went to a hotel. From the moment they met until they parted, Fang Yulong didn't know the women's names,
and neither did the women.
"Then why did Sister Hui take me home?"
"Because I felt safe with you. Men are all two-faced, and I don't want to be bothered by a strange man."
"Sister Hui, aren't you afraid I'll cling to you?"
Fang Huijun giggled. "Would you cling to me? If so, I'd be more than happy. To you
, I'm like a rich person who's used to delicacies suddenly wanting a change of pace and chewing on some old pickled cabbage. It's fine
once in a while, but after a couple more times, you'll want nothing more."
"If that's the case, then Sister Hui is the most tender pickled cabbage in the world."
"You have such a sweet tongue, but even the most tender pickled cabbage is still just pickled cabbage, it can't become a delicacy." As Fang Huijun spoke,
she pulled the towel off Fang Yulong's body with one delicate hand, and Fang Yulong casually threw the towel onto the blanket. Fang Huijun touched
Fang Yulong's penis and said, "I didn't expect your little guy to be such a gem."
Fang Yulong, unwilling to be teased by Fang Huijun, reached his hand inside the beautiful young woman's nightgown and pinched one of her breasts,
saying, "Sister Hui, yours is a gem too." Fang Huijun laughed again and lowered her head to kiss Fang Yulong's lips.
The beautiful young woman was very good at arousing a man's desire; her soft body gently rubbed against his through her smooth nightgown,
one hand lightly caressing his penis. Her boneless fingers felt slightly cool, yet they made Fang Yulong feel as if he
were on fire. Fang Yulong pinched the beautiful young woman's breast with one hand and held her back with the other, pressing her
against him. In just a few breaths, his penis became erect like an iron rod. Faced with the man's
quick reaction, Fang Huijun whispered in Fang Yulong's ear, "So fast. To be honest, do you really
want to fuck me?"
"Sister Hui is so beautiful. If I didn't have any feelings for you, would I still be a man?" Fang Yulong felt that
he and Fang Huijun were like dry tinder, ready to ignite at any moment. Fang Huijun giggled, sat up from under the covers
, her robe pulled tight, revealing a section of her jade-like wrist. Fang Huijun turned and
took out a condom and an unknown pill from the drawer. Her body, leaning like a graceful jade sculpture,
revealed half of her full buttocks from under the covers, faintly visible through the taut robe. Fang Yulong couldn't resist slapping the beautiful woman's buttocks
. "Sister Hui, didn't you say men are dispensable to you? Why do you still keep these things?"
Fang Huijun sat up straight, pressing her upper body against Fang Yulong's lower abdomen, squeezing his penis with her full, soft buttocks
. One hand rested on Fang Yulong
's bare chest, while the other held a condom, stroking his chin like a lecherous harassment. "They are dispensable. If they are dispensable, why can't I
have them? Do you want me to buy these things outside every time?"
Fang Huijun felt Fang Yulong's hard, hot penis rubbing against her round,
elastic buttocks through her nightgown. The heat emanating from his genitals made the beautiful young woman's
heart flutter, and she swayed her hips gently with his penis.
Fang Yulong didn't know what words to use to describe him and Fang Huijun. Were they adulterers or just lovers? His
penis seemed to know the beautiful young woman's thoughts, circling and following her swaying hips, the glans
constantly rubbing against her fleshy buttocks, as if it couldn't wait to thrust into her cleft.
"No need to rush, you'll be very happy in a moment." Fang Huijun reached out and lightly flicked Fang Yulong's penis,
slowly straightening up in Fang Yulong's stunned gaze. Fang Huijun knelt on Fang Yulong's waist with her legs spread apart, her
two upright thighs clamping Fang Yulong's waist like chopsticks. Through the silk nightgown, Fang Yulong could feel
the fullness and roundness of the woman's thighs.
Fang Huijun placed the condom on Fang Yulong's chest, pinching the hem of the nightgown and slowly pulling it up,
revealing sections of her smooth, jade-like thighs. Fang Yulong naturally wouldn't be idle, his large hands climbing up her jade-like
skin, then sliding over the beautiful young woman's boneless waist, pressing down on her fleshy buttocks.
Fang Huijun straightened up, creating a gap between her hips and Fang Yulong's lower abdomen. When the beautiful young woman
lifted her robe, her mysterious triangle was fully revealed. Fang Yulong stared intently at Fang Huijun's private parts. Her
labia were incredibly thick, comparable to the female doctor's, but Fang Huijun's labia minora were
larger, curled outwards, pale pink in the center and light brown at the edges. Most distinctive were Fang Huijun
's pubic hair; the pubic hair at her mons pubis was heart-shaped, not particularly black, and rather sparse.
The pubic hair on the sides of her labia was also sparse, like that of a young girl with yellow hair. Whether it was natural or intentionally
styled, it was clear that Fang Huijun paid great attention to the appearance and care of her private parts.
"How is it? Pretty?" Fang Huijun wrapped her legs around Fang Yulong's waist, looking at him with seductive eyes
.
"It's beautiful, Sister Hui. Did you cut it yourself?"
"Yes, I trimmed it a little."
Fang Yulong released the beautiful young woman's buttocks and began to touch her mons pubis. Fang Huijun's pubic hair was very
fine and soft, similar to Tang Lili's, but the two were about ten years apart in age. Fang Huijun grabbed Fang Yulong...
His hand pressed against her labia; there wasn't much moisture, but it was already very slippery. Fang Huijun closed her eyes,
as if she were masturbating. Fang Yulong guessed that Fang Huijun had been with many men, and he wasn't particularly
eager for her, but at this moment he was eager to release his sexual desire and the repressed feelings in his heart.
Fang Yulong slightly raised himself, wanting to take the next step with Fang Huijun, but Fang Huijun pushed him back onto
the bed. "Good brother, no need to rush, I promise you'll feel very comfortable later." To Fang Yulong's surprise
, the beautiful young woman pressed the pill's finger against her labia, and the pill slowly disappeared between the beautiful young woman's labia
. The woman's finger went all the way to the base. Watching the beautiful young woman's fair and slender finger slowly enter that
plump flesh, Fang Yulong's penis grew thicker and thicker, throbbing with his pulse, making Fang Yulong feel that if he didn't go in soon,
his penis would explode. Fang Yulong had always assumed the pills Fang Huijun had given him were nerve stimulants, designed to
intensify pleasure or increase excitement during sex. He never expected Fang Huijun to insert them into her vagina
. Was it for contraception? But why had Fang Huijun prepared condoms?
"Sister Hui, what kind of medicine is that?" Fang Yulong slipped a finger into the beautiful young woman's vagina, trying to verify
if the pill was truly inside.
"This medicine is for women. When it takes effect, it can cause vaginal spasms exceeding one hundred times per minute
… Oh… Don't touch it anymore, the medicine should have dissolved."
Spasms exceeding one hundred times per minute? My God, what kind of medicine is this? It's so powerful! One hundred times per minute, would
n't that mean constant orgasms? Beauties like Xia Zhuyi and Han Shuhua are nothing compared to this medicine.
"Sister Hui, how long will the effects last?"
"It depends on the woman's reaction. Sometimes it can last a few minutes."
Fang Yulong laughed, "I thought it would last like a male enhancement drug, like 'Undying Penis,' for half an hour."
Fang Huijun rolled her eyes at Fang Yulong and said, "Half an hour? You want to kill me? Let you men ejaculate for
half an hour and see what happens!"
Let alone ejaculating for half an hour, even urinating for half an hour could kill someone. Fang Yulong asked Fang Huijun how
she came to have such a drug. Fang Huijun said that she was getting older and had given birth, so her vagina was loose, and she could only rely on drugs to improve
the quality of sex.
The beautiful young woman tore open the foil packet of the condom, stepped back a little, and her naked vulva rubbed against the man
's glans under her robe. The beautiful young woman even deliberately twisted her hips back and forth a few times. If Fang Yulong had thrust his hips upwards at this moment
, he might have been able to push his long spear into the beautiful young woman's tender flesh.
Fang Huijun had touched Fang Yulong's penis before, but hadn't examined it closely. Now, as she put a condom on him
, she finally saw what it looked like. She had actually touched such a large and strange penis before,
and even sucked it. Could Fang Yulong really be the young man she met that day? "Young Master Fang, did you
go to the abandoned factory area in the western suburbs?"
"Sister Hui, how did you know… Sister Hui is that…" Fang Yulong looked at Fang Huijun, suddenly remembering that
her voice sounded familiar. He thought it was because of her phone call with Xia Zhuyi, but it turned out they had already
slept together in that old factory.
Seeing Fang Yulong's astonished expression, Fang Huijun giggled, "Little Yulong, I never thought we were
so destined." Knowing that Fang Yulong was the man she had met in the old factory who left such a lasting impression,
Fang Huijun became even more relaxed, asking him why he had gone there. It wouldn't be good if his identity were known to those with ulterior motives.
Fang Yulong said his friend was just taking him to see it for himself, and then asked Fang Huijun if she knew
the owner of the place since she was a special member. Fang Huijun told Fang Yulong that she was an old friend of one of the shareholders, and that if Fang Yulong
wanted to go there in the future, he could use her membership card, which was safer than other people's cards.
Fang Huijun put a condom on Fang Yulong and gently rubbed his penis against her plump vulva.
Fang Yulong stared wide-eyed at his penis, watching his glans being enveloped by the beautiful young woman's thick labia
, slowly disappearing between those plump lips. Many men enjoy watching their genitals penetrate a woman's
body, and Fang Yulong was no exception. Watching his penis slowly enter the beautiful young woman's vagina,
he felt a sense of accomplishment, like a standard-bearer planting the battle flag on the enemy's city wall.
Fang Huijun's fleshy buttocks slowly lowered, and the man's penis gradually penetrated deep into her vagina. The enormous glans
seemed to dissipate her body; the unbearable itching sensation vanished with the insertion of the man's penis,
replaced by a tingling and pleasurable feeling. It was really big! Even with just the glans inside, Fang Huijun felt completely filled
. She slowly lowered her buttocks; Fang Yulong's penis was too large, and she was afraid she wouldn't be
able to handle sitting down all at once.
The beautiful young woman's vagina wasn't as loose as she had described; it felt quite tight to Fang Yulong.
As Fang Huijun slowly sat down, Fang Yulong stared at their crotch, watching his penis being
enveloped by the warm, moist flesh. Fang Yulong recalled the first time he entered Xia Zhuyi's body; his mother's vagina
was just as wonderful. Thinking of Xia Zhuyi, Fang Yulong's desire surged. Because of his pursuit of Zhao Ting, and because
Xia Mo also lived in Zhanglin Garden, he hadn't touched his sexy mother's body for several days. Fang Yulong lay on the bed, actively
raising his buttocks, his glans slamming hard into the depths of Fang Huijun's flower core.
"Oh..." the beautiful young woman groaned, then said, "Good brother, don't be naughty." Fang Huijun had
seen countless men, but she had never encountered one as hard and large as Fang Yulong's.
She had met a woman of similar age at a beauty salon who had told her about a seemingly unremarkable but incredibly skilled man in bed,
whose thick, hard penis had kept her in bed for days. Fang Huijun had never believed men could have such abilities.
Her last meeting with Fang Yulong at the old factory was brief, and she hadn't found him particularly impressive.
But this time, she was starting to believe it. If the man beneath her could last longer, such a large penis
pounding inside her might just kill her.
Fang Huijun stepped onto the bed, her buttocks rising and falling, her vaginal walls like a sealed sleeve, swallowing and releasing the man...
A man's penis. Perhaps it was psychological, but Fang Yulong felt that the drug Fang Huijun had used was already taking effect; otherwise,
a woman's vagina wouldn't have such strong suction. He didn't know that as long as a woman's movements were precise, a tightly clenched vagina
could also generate significant suction. Fang Huijun's skills in bed were clearly unmatched by any woman Fang Yulong had experienced before
.
Fang Huijun's legs were slightly bent, clamping around Fang Yulong's waist, squeezing her thighs as tightly as possible
. Her tight vagina, like a stretched rubber band, wrapped around the man's penis, making it impossible to feel any pressure. Fang Yulong ripped
open the belt around Fang Huijun's waist, and her silk nightgown immediately spread out, forming a
naked curve in the middle of the beautiful young woman's body. Her high, erect breasts, like two large white melons,
swayed within the nightgown's fabric as the beautiful young woman moved, the protruding nipples occasionally sticking out from the nightgown, as if showing off their ample
beauty to the man.
Fang Yulong could no longer restrain himself. He sat up and pulled the beautiful young woman into his arms, his arms encircling her
waist and back like iron hoops, his lips sealing her soft mouth. Fang Huijun parted her red lips slightly, welcoming Fang Yulong
's tongue into her mouth, sucking it wildly, making "tsk tsk" sounds from time to time. Fang Yulong, in turn, sucked on
the woman's tongue, like a starving refugee suddenly finding a delicious meal.
After kissing for a minute, Fang Yulong released Fang Huijun's tongue, the beautiful young woman's face flushed red from holding her breath.
Fang Yulong reached into the beautiful young woman's nightgown and grabbed one of her breasts. Due to heightened desire, the young
woman's breast was more swollen than before, especially the nipple, which Fang Yulong pinched with his fingers, feeling it
harden like his penis. Fang Yulong tore open the beautiful young woman's nightgown and lowered his head to take her other breast into his mouth.
Mmm! Fang Huijun let out a moan as her breasts were attacked. Her hands, which had been wrapped around Fang Yulong
's back, moved to his head, burying their fingers deep in his hair. Her legs, which had been open, curled up, hooking tightly
around his lower back. Fang Yulong simply removed Fang Huijun's robe, pressing their naked bodies tightly together
.
Soon after, Fang Huijun pushed Fang Yulong onto the bed, her alluring eyes fixed on his.
Her hands pressed against his chest, and she began to thrust rhythmically. Fang Yulong sensed that Fang Huijun
was different from other women. Other women had also made love to him in the knightly position, but deep down,
women were always the "passive" party in sex. Even when sitting on a man, their movements were
hesitant and evasive, afraid to look him directly in the eye. Fang Huijun was different. Fang Yulong could sense that in
Fang Huijun's heart, men and women were the same; this beautiful young woman even treated men as playthings.
Fang Huijun took the initiative, and Fang Yulong lay on the bed enjoying himself. The beautiful young woman's two large, white breasts, due to gravity
, hung upside down on her chest like large, thin, white melons, swinging wildly. Fang Yulong stretched out his palm
to shield them; the tender flesh felt heavy, as if filled with fine sand. Fang Yulong's fingers pinched the nipple,
his hand turning into a claw, grasping the heavy breast.
"Good brother... don't grab too hard." Fang Huijun's movements became faster and faster, her body already slightly sweaty, and
even her speech became incoherent. Suddenly, Fang Yulong felt the woman's vagina tremble, squeezing his penis,
as if trying to bite it off. Then, the woman's vagina began to spasm continuously, gripping
his penis tightly. Fang Yulong had experienced this sensation with Xia Zhuyi and Han Shuhua, but those two women's vaginal spasms
were extremely short-lived, unlike Fang Huijun's, which came in waves. Fang Yulong knew this was the effect of the drug Fang Huijun had mentioned
, and it was indeed wonderful.
Fang Huijun didn't stop her attack because of the vaginal spasms. Her legs were too weak, so she simply stretched them out
and sat her entire buttocks on Fang Yulong's lower abdomen. Then she began to twist her waist wildly, with
movements no less intense than when she had lifted her buttocks earlier. Fang Yulong was almost dying of pleasure; he had never imagined that making love with a woman could be so wonderful. Fang
Huijun's waist was extremely taut, not at all like that of a woman who had given birth. Xia Zhuyi exercised regularly, and her lower abdomen
was flat, but that was just a matter of not having any excess fat; her waist and abdomen weren't as taut as Fang Huijun's. Fang Huijun kept twisting
her waist, her constantly spasming vagina feeling like it was trying to bite off the man's penis. Fang Yulong gripped the beautiful young woman
's hands, thrusting his hips upwards to meet her almost frenzied movements. Fang Huijun held tightly to Fang Yulong
's fingers, straddling him like a bullfighter on a bull's back; her hip-twisting movements were
unmatched even by belly dancers. The bed, though sturdy, creaked at this moment.
When Fang Yulong first met Fang Huijun at Xia Zhuyi's place, he found her alluring, yet
still serene; he hadn't expected her to be so wild in bed.
After an unknown amount of time, Fang Huijun gradually calmed down, her vaginal spasms ceasing, and the flowing fluids soaked
Fang Yulong's lower abdomen. Fang Yulong felt this period was too short; he had been constantly experiencing
the all-encompassing pressure of the woman's vagina on his penis—a sensation unparalleled by any other method. But this somewhat illusory
feeling was hard to grasp. Fang Yulong tried hard to remember it, but couldn't retain any impression. He only knew that the feeling was very
good, very pleasant, and could drive him crazy.
"Good brother, was it comfortable just now?" At this moment, Fang Huijun was already covered in sweat, and her body
was burning hot against Fang Yulong. Fang Huijun thought that Fang Yulong would ejaculate after this series of actions, but she didn't expect the man beneath her to still
be so hard. She knew that she had really met a treasure. With just a little guidance, she could turn the man into
an invincible iron man in bed.
"It was so comfortable, Sister Hui, you must be tired. It's my turn now." Fang Yulong wanted to roll over and press Fang Huijun down
, but was stopped by the beautiful young woman. "No need to be in such a hurry. I said that I would make you have a good time today. Just now
, I was using the effect of the pill. Now, let my good brother taste my real skills." After Fang Huijun finished speaking, she straightened up again
and began a new round of conquest by twisting her waist.
Real skills? Fang Yulong was stunned. The intense movements just now were more than two Xia Zhuyis combined couldn't match. He had n't
expected Fang Huijun to have so much strength. This woman's prowess in bed was truly formidable; even Xia Zhuyi and Qiao Wanrong
combined might not be as good as her. Fang Yulong had always thought that watching a lot of adult films and having some practical experience...
With his experience, he was quite the expert. Xia Zhuyi had said he had many tricks up his sleeve, but it turned out he was only a beginner in this area
.
Fang Huijun sat on Fang Yulong, her hands caressing his chest, occasionally pulling his hands
to touch her breasts. The beautiful young woman's hips swayed without stopping. Fang Yulong didn't find Fang Huijun's movements
particularly special, but the beautiful young woman's vagina was tightly clenched, slowly and deliberately "pulling" at
his penis. Fang Yulong felt his blood and semen being summoned by the woman, rushing towards their joined parts
.
As if knowing Fang Yulong was about to ejaculate, Fang Huijun suddenly stopped, her hips arching high,
revealing a small gap at their joined parts. The beautiful young woman's fingers slipped inside, clamping tightly around the base of the man's penis,
as if instantly severing his desire. Fang Yulong desperately tried to hold back. When Fang Huijun clamped his penis between her legs,
Fang Yulong took a deep breath, pulling himself back from the brink of ejaculation. A moment later, the beautiful young woman sat down again
, continuing her twisting and lifting movements.
"Good little brother, how does it feel?"
"Comfortable, Sister Hui, you're amazing, I almost wanted to ejaculate inside you, it's just that the condom is a little uncomfortable."
For some reason, Fang Yulong really wanted to take off the condom and have a thorough intimate contact with the beautiful young woman on top of him.
"Who told you to have such a big penis?" Fang Huijun naturally understood what the man meant. She watched as Fang Yulong suddenly
raised his buttocks high, squeezing the penis that was clamped in her vagina out. Under Fang Yulong's surprised and expectant gaze, she pulled
down the condom that was on the front half of his penis, then rubbed his penis against her vulva a few times before
sitting down on his buttocks. "Good little brother, are you satisfied now? For so many years, no man has been able to penetrate
your sister without a condom. Today, I'll make an exception and let you ejaculate."
"Mmm, Sister Hui, you're so good!" Fang Yulong thrust his hips a few times, his glans repeatedly hitting the woman
's clitoris, and the beautiful young woman went wild again. Fang Yulong felt the woman's vagina suddenly tighten, and
when his glans slid through the cavity, he could clearly feel something gripping it tightly.
Fang Huijun sat on Fang Yulong, twisting and moaning, but she was quite surprised. Although she
was over thirty, her private parts were exceptionally well-maintained, not much inferior to those of young girls. When she
said she was loose, that was just being modest. Fang Huijun had been with many men, and most of them had surrendered early under the influence of the drug. Those who
didn't surrender couldn't withstand the torment of her little fleshy hole a few times. Although Fang
Yulong's ejaculation had been stopped by Fang Huijun's technique, his stamina and endurance were clearly far superior to those of ordinary men
.
"Oh... Yulong, you're amazing... Oh... Hold on a little longer... Sister's coming again
..." Fang Huijun couldn't help but moan. She could feel her core being pounded by the man's glans,
releasing another gush of lustful fluid. Fang Yulong, without hesitation, was experiencing the most exquisite pleasure in life with Fang Huijun's hot vagina
. He thrust his hips in rhythm with the beautiful young woman's undulating body.
After several such encounters, Fang Huijun brought Fang Yulong's desire to its peak. His penis
throbbed inside her like a volcano before eruption, causing the earth to tremble. Fang Huijun suddenly accelerated, her undulating
buttocks rubbing against Fang Yulong's body, a fiery sensation. Fang Yulong gripped the beautiful young woman's snow-white thighs tightly.
The pleasure of ejaculation left his mind blank, driven only by instinct, making him thrust his hips forward, lifting the woman off him
.
Thump! Fang Yulong's buttocks landed heavily on the large bed, while Fang Huijun continued to violently twist her waist. Fang Yulong
stretched out his arms, gripping the sheets tightly, the tingling sensation on his glans driving him wild. Fang
Yulong recalled how women he had previously brought to ecstasy by his ministrations, and now, he was experiencing the
same ecstasy from Fang Huijun. Suddenly, Fang Huijun's vagina spasmed again. Fang Yulong knew this was Fang Huijun's own
orgasm, not the drug-induced spasms of the past.
"Oh...good brother...you finally came...it felt so good..." Fang Huijun lay weakly on
top of Fang Yulong, completely exhausted, her naked body trembling intermittently. The longer it accumulated, the more
powerful the explosion. Fang Huijun had Fang Yulong hovering on the edge of ejaculation for nearly ten minutes before he finally ejaculated, hitting
the depths of her sensitive core, the heat making the beautiful young woman tremble all over. Fang Huijun used her last bit of strength to twist
her waist a few times before collapsing onto Fang Yulong, her whole body convulsing violently. Fang Yulong, needless to say, felt as if
he had been walking under the scorching sun for half a day and suddenly jumped into a pool of clear water, feeling completely refreshed.
Fang Huijun lay on top of Fang Yulong for seven or eight minutes before slowly regaining consciousness with his touch.
"Sister Hui, you're amazing! You twisted like that for over half an hour! It's even better than taking ecstasy!" Fang Yulong
truly admired Fang Huijun. Even he himself
couldn't endure twisting his waist for half an hour, let alone her.
"Can't you see I'm completely exhausted? I've risked my life to make you feel good."
Although Fang Huijun was tired, she felt incredibly satisfied. The feeling was like flying. She regretted
letting him ejaculate inside her last time in that old factory.
"Sister Hui, where did you learn your waist-twisting skills?"
"I practice dancing. There are people who do fitness dancing at the riverside square. I go dance whenever I have free time, and I dance for
an hour at a time."
"So Sister Hui is a dance expert! No wonder. I thought you practiced on men." "
So what if I practice on men? If I could find a suitable man, I'd really like to
practice on men every day. Good little brother, why don't you come and practice with me?" At this moment, Fang Huijun had already lay down
next to Fang Yulong, propping herself up on her arms as she spoke to him.
"Oh... Sister Hui, is it okay that I ejaculated inside?"
"It's okay, I'll buy some medicine tomorrow."
"Sister Hui, where did you buy that medicine? Do you have any more?" Fang Yulong thought that Fang Huijun's vagina
was so tight after using this medicine; if Xia Zhuyi and Han Shuhua used it, they would be in heaven.
"What, you want some? I knew you were a playboy. I had a friend abroad send this medicine to me."
"If you want, there's some more in the drawer, take it."
"Won't this medicine have any side effects?"
"No, it's much better than the Viagra you men take. But don't give it to women with weak constitutions."
"Sister Hui, how come you have these little marks on your lower abdomen?" Fang Huijun had several faint
marks on her lower abdomen. Perhaps because Fang Huijun's abdomen was too perfect, these marks severely marred its beauty.
Fang Yulong touched Fang Huijun's lower abdomen, unable to understand how she could tolerate such
marks. Fang Huijun giggled, "My dear brother, these are stretch marks. Women who have given birth usually
have them."
"So these are stretch marks? Do all women who have given birth have them?" Fang Yulong turned to examine
Fang Huijun's lower abdomen more closely. Seeing that Fang Yulong was even curious about her stretch marks, Fang Huijun giggled again, saying, "
That's not necessarily true. Most women have them, and some women even develop stretch marks when they gain weight." Only
a few women have good skin, so the stretch marks blend in with their natural skin tone, making them difficult to see. And a very small number of women
are naturally beautiful and won't develop stretch marks even after childbirth.
Fang Yulong recalled Han Shuhua; he only noticed her supple waist and hadn't noticed whether she
had stretch marks on her lower abdomen. "Sister Hui, how can you be 100% sure if a woman has given birth?"
"Why are you asking that? There are always changes after childbirth; some women gain weight, some have
deformed thighs, but these aren't absolute… The most reliable
way to determine if a woman has given birth is to have her uterus checked at the hospital. A woman who has given birth will have a straight cervix, and the cervix opening will
have some wrinkles like an old woman's face. A woman who hasn't given birth will have a round cervix, and the opening will be smooth around the edges.
Young Master Fang, have you fallen for a married woman?"
"Yes, it's you, Sister Hui."
"Hehe… My dear brother, you have such a sweet tongue. You must have dated a lot of girls."
"Sister Hui, tell me your story. You're married and have a child. Why don't you live with your husband
?"
"The child isn't his. I married him just to give the child a legal status. Our
relationship is like a contractual partnership."
"Then do you sleep with him?"
"Yeah, I did. I called him and told him I'd stay at his place and he'd know. But I didn't go to see him
more than a few times, it was boring. Do you think I'm some kind of unsatisfied slut?"
Fang Yulong had assumed Fang Huijun's marriage was similar to Han Shuhua's, but it turned out to be even more fake.
At least Han Shuhua and her husband had a past marital relationship, while Fang Huijun's legal husband
was just a facade.
"No, Sister Hui, you're very charming," Fang Yulong replied awkwardly, his answer somewhat incoherent.
"My story begins after I graduated and joined Lingjiang Petrochemical. Not long after joining, I became
the secretary to a vice president. He was more than ten years older than me and treated me very well. Soon, I became his mistress. At that time,
I felt so happy. Although he couldn't marry me, I believed he loved me. Later, he took me to Beijing to
bribe officials for promotions. There were many officials in Beijing, and some of them took a fancy to my beauty. He didn't hesitate to push me away
. At that moment, my heart broke. Do you know what it feels like to be betrayed by the man you love?" Fang
Huijun looked at Fang Yulong, who gently stroked the beautiful young woman's arm without saying a word.
Fang Huijun seemed lost in her memories, and continued, "From Beijing to the provincial capital,
I've seen countless disgusting faces of officials. I was also responsible for receiving all the bigwigs from Beijing who came down to inspect our work. He smoothly
became the general manager and then the chairman, while I was relegated to a lowly department manager
because I was too old, and he had a young and beautiful secretary. Everyone thought I only got to the position of vice president because of him
, but only I know how much I suffered to get to where I am now. My child is with a
vice president in Beijing who was in charge of the eastern business. He was already over fifty years old at the time. That day, I forgot to bring a condom,
and the old man ejaculated inside me. I thought he was too old to get me pregnant easily, but I didn't expect that I would actually get pregnant that time
." At that time, I was disappointed in him and thinking about my own path. The old man, though a bit old, was very
powerful. If I had his child, with his connections, I could secure a stable position at Lingjiang Petrochemical.
So I married my current husband. Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned. Before I could even tell the old man about the child,
he was investigated for economic crimes. I had to start over. Fortunately, I met many
officials while I was with him, and a few years later, I still held my current position.
You probably know why I went to see Chairman Xia last time. He has a new mistress now, and not only does he not care about me, he wants to oust me. Humph, it's not
that easy.”
Fang Yulong sighed inwardly. No wonder Fang Huijun treated men like playthings; it was because of this. “Good
brother, will you look down on me?”
“No, when men can't be relied on, women should rely on themselves. Sister Hui, I support you!”
“Really?” Fang Huijun looked at Fang Yulong, young and handsome; the difference between them was too great. When Fang Huijun saw Fang Yulong's car outside the bar that evening
, she instinctively assumed he was out looking for fun. Since
she also wanted a man, she proactively asked him out. Unexpectedly, Fang Yulong actually came home with her. Fang Huijun felt
the night was worthwhile; even if Fang Yulong couldn't help her much, he at least brought her a rare pleasure. She
gently stroked Fang Yulong's chest: "Good brother, I know you're just pitying me, but I'm still very happy.
I've never opened my heart to you like this before. Thank you for listening to my past."
When Fang Yulong woke up, Fang Huijun was no longer in bed. A note was left on the bedside table:
"Yulong, your sister is going to work. Just lock the door for me when you leave. If you ever want to
come over, just give me a call."
Fang Yulong looked at the note and laughed. What was his relationship with Fang Huijun? Friends with benefits? Fang Huijun was the one who initiated the encounter that night
, and Fang Yulong barely got to experience the young woman's beautiful body. He vowed to find another opportunity to be with Fang Huijun next time.
"Have a good sparring session, this woman is physically fit and uninhibited; your interactions will definitely be more exciting."
Next to the small warehouse at the dock was a dry toilet built in the 1970s, long abandoned, but still
emanating a musty stench. The brick window in the wall was blocked, with only a ray of sunlight filtering through the skylight, illuminating the gray-white
wall. Judging by the angle of the light, it must be around nine or ten o'clock. Zhao Ting slowly woke up in the corner, his head still
groggy. He rolled over, his hand unexpectedly landing on the rough cement floor, leaving several shallow cuts on his palm
. The sudden pain fully awakened Zhao Ting, who found himself locked in a small room.
Startled, Zhao Ting stood up from a worn-out mattress, his feet making a clattering sound. Looking down
, Zhao Ting was even more terrified; an iron ring was encircled his left ankle,
chained to the wall at the other end.
"Help! Let me out!" Zhao Ting shouted at the top of his lungs, but there was complete silence; no one answered him.
He shouted several more times, his throat aching, but still no response. Zhao Ting squatted down and sat on the tattered
mat, carefully examining the small hut, looking for any way to see outside. To his disappointment
, the hut was surrounded by walls, with only a small door in one corner and a small
skylight in the roof. Even if he weren't chained, he couldn't reach the skylight.
Kidnapping? Murder? These terrifying words flashed through Zhao Ting's mind, but he couldn't understand
why anyone would kidnap him. After sitting quietly for a while, Zhao Ting felt the urge to urinate. He noticed
a latrine not far from the mattress and was overjoyed, because in these old-fashioned dry toilets, half of the latrine led outside
. Zhao Ting walked to the pit, but it was too narrow for him to squeeze through, and it was pitch black down there; the outside
was definitely blocked. Urinating in the pit was
utterly disappointing. Time dragged on. Zhao Ting sat on the tattered mat; the room contained
nothing but the old mattress and a similarly worn quilt. Parched and thirsty, Zhao Ting feared he might die of thirst in this
filthy, smelly little dark room. The sun rose higher, sunlight streaming through the skylight onto his face; Zhao Ting knew it was
noon, but no one came to see him. As the sun began to set, around two or three in the afternoon, Zhao
Ting heard a sound outside the small wooden door and shouted, "Help! Someone help me!"
He shouted several times, but there was still no response. Thinking he had misheard, Zhao Ting stopped shouting. Then
the door opened, and Zhao Ting saw a person carrying a large bag standing in the glaring light. "It's you!
Fang Yulong, what are you doing? Let me go!" Zhao Ting
roared in a hoarse voice after recognizing Fang Yulong standing at the door.
Fang Yulong ignored Zhao Ting's shouts, carrying a large bag of dry food and a bucket of purified water into the house.
He threw the bag and water on the ground next to Zhao Ting, coldly staring at the furious and shocked Zhao Ting.
"Fang Yulong, what do you mean by this? Why did you kidnap me?" Zhao Ting stood up, trying to grab Fang
Yulong. Fang Yulong took two steps back, looking at Zhao Ting with a mocking expression.
"Tell me, why? Why did you kidnap me?" Zhao Ting waved his hands, trying to grab Fang Yulong, but
was punched hard in the stomach by Fang Yulong. Zhao Ting's stomach, already growling from hunger, suddenly churned with acid, and
he collapsed onto the cold cement floor in pain. This punch made Zhao Ting realize that the other man was not
joking.
"Manager Zhao, stop shouting. Save your energy for eating. We'll play games."
"Games? What games?" Zhao Ting was confused when Fang Yulong mentioned playing games.
"The murder mystery game, of course. Hasn't Manager Zhao seen movies like that?"
Hearing Fang Yulong mention the murder mystery game, Zhao Ting felt a surge of tension and stammered, "You... what do you want to do
?"
Fang Yulong didn't answer and left the small room, returning shortly with a laptop. "
Manager Zhao, the conditions here are simple, please bear with me."
Thinking Fang Yulong really intended to kill him, Zhao Ting quickly said, "Fang Yulong, you... you can't kill
me, that's illegal... you'll go to jail."
"Manager Zhao, you're absolutely right, murder is illegal... but, is killing someone who's already dead
illegal?"
"Killing someone who's already dead... what... what do you mean?"
Fang Yulong turned on the laptop and pointed the screen at Zhao Ting. Zhao Ting saw the news online and froze
. The webpage displayed the following news: Last night, a black
car with license plate number Dong XXXXXX plunged into the Hengshui River near the Laojiangba Dam on Baijiang Road. The driver, Zhao, is missing. According to the police's preliminary investigation,
Zhao drove home under the influence of alcohol last night. Near the Laojiangba Dam, the car crashed through the guardrail and plunged into the Hengshui River. After realizing his car was in the river, Zhao
sobered up and climbed out of the window. However, due to excessive drinking or other reasons
, he was unable to swim ashore. Given the proximity of the accident site to the main river, Zhao is likely still in the river. Currently,
the police are organizing a search and rescue operation downstream of the Hengshui River estuary. Due to the significant amount of time that has passed, Zhao's
chances of survival are slim. The police remind the public that with the holidays approaching and gatherings increasing, please remember:
never drink and drive.
Oh my god, he's already "dead"! Zhao Ting suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. If the police really
believe he "died" in a traffic accident, then wouldn't Fang Yulong get away with killing him without any consequences? "Fang Yulong,
you...why did you do this? I've never offended you."
Fang Yulong closed his laptop, patted Zhao Ting's haggard and panicked face, and said, "
Don't you know what you've done before?"
"Fang Yulong, I really haven't offended you. You must be mistaken." Zhao Ting had absolutely no recollection of
offending Fang Yulong in any way. Fang Yulong unfolded the portrait of Young Master Chen and showed it to Zhao Ting, asking if he
had seen this person before. Zhao Ting immediately shook his head; he didn't recognize the man in the portrait at all.
"Are you sure you haven't seen him? You didn't see him when you were with Zhang Chonghua?" Zhao Ting's answer made Fang Yulong somewhat...
Confused, could this Young Master Chen not be one of Zhang Weijun's men? Or was it because Zhao Ting hadn't entered the Zhang family's inner circle and therefore
hadn't met this Young Master Chen?
"No, really no, I'm not familiar with Zhang Chonghua at all." Hearing Fang Yulong mention Zhang Chonghua, Zhao Ting
had a bad feeling.
"You really aren't familiar with Zhang Chonghua at all?"
"Really not. My uncle and Governor Zhang are alumni, and they have a good relationship, so they introduced me to Zhang Chonghua
. I don't have much contact with Zhang Chonghua." Zhao Ting was certain Fang Yulong was after Zhang Chonghua and immediately distanced himself from him
. *Slap!* Fang Yulong slapped Zhao Ting hard across the face. "Keep making things up. You really think
I know nothing? Do you know how long I've been investigating you? Do you think our acquaintance was purely accidental?
Manager Zhao, are you asking for a beating? I advise you to honestly tell me what happened. Do you
want me to remind you? For example, you said at Qingling's grave that she overheard a secret she shouldn't have known—what secret was it?"
Zhao Ting was shocked: "You...you've been following me?"
"What do you think? You think I'd invite a nobody like you to go out and have
a vacation at sea? Wake up, who do you think you are!" Fang Yulong grabbed Zhao Ting's shirt and lifted him up
. Although Zhao Ting's build was similar to Fang Yulong's, he was as weak as a chick at this moment. Fang Yulong
pushed him hard backward, and Zhao Ting crashed into the wall behind him, even the back of his head hurting.
"Stop hitting me, I'll tell you, I'll tell you everything I know." Zhao Ting thought Fang Yulong was going to hit him again, and
quickly begged for mercy.
"Speak, don't be so clever, that will only cause you more trouble."
"It's...it's because of Deng Feng."
Deng Feng? Fang Yulong hadn't expected that his sister was connected to the Deng Feng case. "What's her connection to the Deng Feng case
?"
"Qingling has nothing to do with the Deng Feng case. That day at the party, Zhang Chonghua suddenly contacted me and asked me to
lure Deng Feng out of the venue. I didn't know Qingling would follow me out. When Deng Feng and I met Zhang Chonghua outside the venue
, Qingling saw us and overheard some things about Deng Feng. When she tried to escape, Zhang Chonghua discovered her. To
silence me, Zhang Chonghua made me push Qingling out of the sixth-floor window..."
"You beast, you animal!" Fang Yulong couldn't bear it any longer and kicked Zhao Ting hard. Zhao Ting
, not knowing why Fang Yulong was so easily angered, said in a low voice, "I didn't want it to be like this, but I had no
choice. If I didn't do it that way, I would die like Qingling."
Fang Yulong suppressed his anger and continued to ask Zhao Ting, "So, the money Deng Feng fraudulently obtained went into
the Zhang family's pockets. How much
money was there in total?" "I don't know the exact amount. Deng Feng handled all those fraudulent projects. I was just responsible for the auditing
and going through the motions. I think you should understand that if I really had any major responsibility, I would have been locked up long ago.
Deng Feng is the bank manager; we subordinates can't question his decisions."
"Don't try to glorify yourself. Zhang Chonghua is in contact with you; how could you not know about the fraudulent loans? It's just that
Deng Feng fled the country, and you're pushing all the blame onto him. Do you know how Zhang Chonghua
sent Deng Feng out?"
"I don't know. My guess is that Deng Feng didn't go abroad. After the incident, the whole country was searching for him; in such a short
time, it's impossible for Deng Feng to leave on his own. And given Zhang Chonghua's cautious nature, he wouldn't risk sending Deng
Feng abroad. Besides, Deng Feng and Zhang Chonghua collaborated on several loan frauds without any problems, and he wanted
to work alone. Unexpectedly, things got out of hand, someone reported him, and it led to the discovery of their past dealings.
Zhang Chonghua is furious with Deng Feng, and it's even less likely he would send him out."
"So, Deng Feng is still in the country… or was he silenced by Zhang Chonghua?" "
It's more likely he was silenced by Zhang Chonghua. The person who appeared at the hotel with Zhang Chonghua that day was
the head of Hongsen Company; he specifically worked for Zhang Chonghua."
"What about the loan? If Deng Feng hadn't gotten into trouble, what would have happened to such a large financial loophole?"
"I don't know either. I think these things are related to those companies themselves. If Deng Feng
hadn't gotten into trouble, after a few years, they would have manipulated things to turn the loans into non-performing loans, and the banks would have
forgiven those non-performing loans—it's all government money anyway. Now that Deng Feng is missing, it's even easier. Those people can just say they didn't
know anything about the fraud; it was all Deng Feng's doing."
"You know so much, why didn't Zhang Chonghua get rid of you?"
"I think there are two reasons. First, regarding the loan fraud, Deng Feng and I were the ones who handled the bank's side.
If I'm dead too, it means there's a mastermind behind it. Second, regarding the fraud, I
didn't have direct contact with Zhang Chonghua. Even if I wanted to testify against him, it wouldn't be possible. Besides, Zhang Chonghua forced me to kill Qingling; he
's not afraid of me saying anything."
"You really don't have any evidence at all?"
"No, I'm just a nobody. If it weren't for Qingling's affair, no one would even notice my existence.
If I had evidence, I'd probably be silenced long ago."
"So, you're completely useless? Should I take you to Zhang Weijun and make you
confront Zhang Chonghua?"
"Please, don't send me to Zhang Chonghua." Zhao Ting knew that if he fell into Zhang Chonghua's
hands now, he would definitely die.
"Then tell me what use you are. I can't possibly support someone who's completely useless, can I?"
Zhao Ting thought for a moment and said, "If you want to deal with Zhang Weijun, you can try to find out where those funds
went."
"Oh, you have a way?"
Zhao Ting shook his head and said, "I don't know, these are just my guesses. The money was transferred from the bank
. I think Deng Feng must have set up some fake accounts using his position as a bank employee, and then
transferred the money to the final account designated by Zhang Chonghua through these fake accounts. Then, by erasing these fake accounts, the bank
wouldn't be able to find where the funds went. But Zhang Chonghua's final account is definitely still there. As long as we can find these
final accounts that received the funds..."
Zhao Ting worked at a bank and was somewhat familiar with the methods used by Zhang Chonghua and Deng Feng. Fang Yulong
then asked, "Do you know how Zhang Chonghua would preserve those final accounts?"
Zhao Ting thought for a moment and said, "If I'm right, then these accounts are Zhang Chonghua's secret,
and he uses them to control the flow of funds. If I were Zhang Chonghua, I would
encrypt these accounts and store them in my laptop, carrying them with me at all times. This way, it's both safe and easy to use."
"Good. If you can find those accounts, I'll give you credit." By this time, the sun was setting, and
the small room was already quite dark. After saying this, Fang Yulong turned and left the small room, closing the somewhat heavy
old wooden door. A ring of shipping containers surrounded the small room. Fang Yulong opened one of them before truly leaving the
cell he had specially prepared for Zhao Ting.
After Jiang Xueqing was transferred to the position of deputy team leader, she led the design and development of a portable multimedia evidence collection system. In short,
it integrates a high-definition camera, a recorder, and a network into a compact device that can be clipped to the shoulder insignia or uniform
pocket, facilitating evidence collection during police investigations or patrols. While not exactly high-tech, it's easy to manufacture. Jiang
Xueqing spearheaded its development after taking office, producing a prototype within a month. Officers tested it and received positive feedback,
praising its small size and ability to improve efficiency. They noted that it could record even the actions of individuals involved, providing
evidence and simplifying investigations.
Huang Huiling reported Jiang Xueqing's design to the provincial department as an example of "technology-driven policing," unexpectedly receiving
high praise and directing the promotion of Jiang Xueqing's invention throughout the Jiangdong police system. The Dongjiang Evening News, Jiangdong's largest-circulation
newspaper, even featured a sample of Jiang Xueqing's design. Jiang Xueqing 　　was stunned when
her design was recommended to the provincial department by the municipal bureau and received its approval.
After receiving the Dongjiang Evening News that day, Jiang
Xueqing first flipped through the social and legal section. Sure enough, she saw her design in a prominent position, but
the sample was being displayed by a female colleague from the provincial department.
Policewoman Mei Lan, who was on duty nearby, naturally wanted Jiang Xueqing to treat her to a meal. "Not today.
Director Huang and the section chief have booked a table at the Hongmei Restaurant across the street to celebrate our group's success,"
the policewoman said. "I already knew about that. Those events are just for show
. How about we invite your young master Fang out tonight?"
"Xiao Lan, you're not going to try to rip him off again, are you?"
"Sister Jiang, don't wrong me. I'm just creating an opportunity for you two to meet. If Fang Yulong knew you
received an award from the provincial department, he would definitely celebrate for you."
"Alright, I'll call him myself. You don't need to create an opportunity for us."
"Please... Sister Jiang, please, take me with you. You haven't taken me out in ages. I promise
I'll disappear whenever you need me to." The policewoman spoke pitifully, as if it were
perfectly natural for Fang Yulong to take her on his date with Jiang Xueqing.
Jiang Xueqing always treated the policewoman like a little sister. She didn't mind taking the policewoman out, but she felt
a little embarrassed that the policewoman and she were always taking advantage of Fang Yulong, since she and Fang Yulong hadn't officially established a romantic
relationship yet. Jiang Xueqing shook the newspaper in her hand, pretending to be serious. Suddenly, she was
stunned by a news article on the same page. Dong XXXXXX? Isn't that Zhao Ting's car? Driver Zhao? Jiang
Xueqing carefully read the news. Zhao Ting had actually fallen into the Hengshui River while driving under the influence of alcohol and had gone missing.
Jiang Xueqing's first reaction was, does this have anything to do with Fang Yulong?
The policewoman thought Jiang Xueqing was pretending to read the newspaper but had already agreed in her heart, so she said, "Sister Jiang,
it's settled then, I'll go first." Jiang Xueqing wanted to find Fang Yulong to ask about the situation, so she let the policewoman
contact Fang Yulong.
Fang Yulong had just left the old dock when he received a call from the policewoman. She asked
him to pick her up from her place, saying she had important information to tell him. Fang Yulong arrived at the place the two women shared, only to find Jiang Xueqing wasn't there.
"Fang Yulong, I have some big news for you! The portable multimedia evidence-gathering system that Sister Jiang developed has
received an award from the provincial department. Tonight, our section chief is celebrating with Sister Jiang at the Hongmei Restaurant across from our bureau.
Do you want to treat her to
dinner?" "Oh? Why didn't you go to dinner with her?"
the policewoman said pitifully. "I'm not in Sister Jiang's group anymore. She went to a big meal, and I
didn't get dinner."
"Alright, Sister Meilan, it's on me tonight." Fang Yulong knew that the policewoman's early call
was most likely to get him to treat her, so he drove her to a nearby small restaurant. The policewoman's
mention of Jiang Xueqing's absence immediately diminished her status. Fang Yulong shook his head helplessly, letting the young policewoman
choose the place herself. The policewoman was sensible; she didn't choose a place like Jinhua Villa, but instead picked
a restaurant near the Public Security Bureau, similar in class to the Hongmei Restaurant, saying it was close to the Hongmei Restaurant so they could pick up Jiang Xueqing after dinner
.
Mei Lan didn't tell Fang Yulong that Huang Huiling was also at the Hongmei Restaurant, because she felt it was none of Fang Yulong's
business. When Fang Yulong and Mei Lan were waiting for Jiang Xueqing at the Hongmei Restaurant, the first to come out were Huang Huiling and the section
chief. Huang Huiling was somewhat surprised to see Fang Yulong, and didn't even see Mei Lan standing next to him clearly.
"Yulong, what are you doing here?" Huang Huiling greeted Fang Yulong proactively. Fang Yulong
was also surprised to see Huang Huiling and quickly smiled and went to greet her. "What a coincidence, Director Huang is here too."
"Yes, you're here to pick up Jiang Xueqing, right? Jiang Xueqing has really brought honor to our bureau this time
. Section Chief Feng and I are here to celebrate for her team."
The section chief, who was standing next to Huang Huiling, suddenly realized what was going on after listening to Fang Yulong and Huang Huiling's conversation. Last time, he almost
got into trouble because of Jiang Xueqing, but this section chief had never known the reason. Now he finally knew that Jiang
Xueqing really had a relationship with the Iron Lady, but she herself didn't know it. It turned out that this guy hadn't told Jiang Xueqing. He
wondered who this young man was, and the Iron Lady was being so kind to him. It was truly unbelievable.
"I only recently learned about this myself, and I heard it was even in the newspapers. I think Jiang Xueqing's success this time
is inseparable from the strong support of Director Huang and all the leaders."
Huang Huiling was extremely happy to hear this. She had only helped Jiang Xueqing submit the design to the provincial department;
anyone would do such a favor without paying anything in return. "I know you young people have other activities, so this old lady won't bother
you any longer. But please be careful driving at night." This sentence surprised both the section chief and Mei Lan. Was this
still the legendary rigid and cold iron lady?
Huang Huiling exchanged a few words with Fang Yulong and then left, never giving the young policewoman a second glance, which
disappointed the young policewoman. Perhaps Huang Huiling had seen the young policewoman before, but she certainly wouldn't know her name.
After Huang Huiling and the section chief left, the young policewoman asked Fang Yulong how he knew Huang Huiling. Jiang Xueqing and her colleagues
came out from inside and saw the young policewoman chattering beside Fang Yulong, asking her what had happened.
The young policewoman glanced at Jiang Xueqing's colleagues behind her, said nothing, and pulled Jiang Xueqing away,
asking why she was dawdling, as Director Huang and Director Feng had already left. Once in the car, the policewoman recounted
what had happened earlier, demanding that Fang Yulong honestly explain his relationship with Huang Huiling. Jiang Xueqing was stunned by the policewoman's words
, looking at Fang Yulong with disbelief. This man beside her was becoming increasingly unfathomable
. She wasn't stupid; she immediately thought of her tumultuous promotion journey. It wasn't that fate was particularly
kind to her, but rather that she had a powerful backer. Since this guy had helped her so much, why
hadn't he told her?
"It's nothing special. Your Director Huang's cousin is a vice president at Lingjiang Petrochemical, and she has some connections with my family
. I only met Director Huang because of his cousin." Fang Yulong's words weren't entirely a lie, and
both Jiang Xueqing and the policewoman believed him. Since he had dealings with the vice president of Lingjiang Petrochemical, Fang Yulong's family company must be quite
large, which fits his current status.
They arrived at a music bar, where the young policewoman went off to enjoy herself, leaving Fang Yulong and Jiang Xueqing alone.
Jiang Xueqing asked Fang Yulong if he knew about Zhao Ting's accident. Fang Yulong feigned surprise; this wasn't an act. He
was genuinely curious how Jiang Xueqing knew about Zhao Ting's accident. It was just an accident,
handled by the branch office; Jiang Xueqing shouldn't know unless someone specifically told her.
"What happened to Zhao Ting?" Fang Yulong pretended ignorance.
Jiang Xueqing took out the Dongjiang Evening News from her bag. Fang Yulong saw the newspaper and suddenly realized that Zhao Ting's accident
and Jiang Xueqing's scheme were on the same page. The Dongjiang Evening News was incredibly fast; Fang Yulong had thought Zhao Ting's
story wouldn't be published until tomorrow.
"How could this happen? We even attended Dai Cheng's niece's birthday party together last night."
"You didn't do this?"
"Me? You suspect I killed him?"
"Weren't you investigating him?" "
I was investigating him, but I couldn't find anything. Zhao Ting shouldn't be the mastermind; he couldn't have orchestrated such a
large-scale operation. It's unbelievable; I've only been close to Zhao Ting for a little over two months, and he's already fallen into the river. The only lead has
been cut off."
"Yu Long, do you think Zhao Ting might have been killed by the mastermind?"
"That's possible, but it seems the police have already determined that Zhao Ting was driving under the influence and had an accident. Even if it was the mastermind
, they won't be able to find anything."
A melodious saxophone tune began to play, and Fang Yu Long pulled Jiang Xue Qing's hand and walked into the small dance floor. Fang Yu Long's dancing skills
weren't great; he swayed his body lightly following Jiang Xue Qing's movements, but his arms were strong, making Jiang Xue Qing's heart
flutter. In the dim light, Jiang Xueqing looked up and asked, "Yulong, did you
go to Director Huang about the promotion last time?"
"Yes, I didn't want you to suffer."
"Why didn't you tell me?"
Fang Yulong tightened his grip on Jiang Xueqing's soft waist and said, "Xueqing, I don't want
anything else to get between us. I don't want you to treat me any better just because I can help you. I want
only mutual affection between us, without any ulterior motives. Do you understand what I mean?"
Jiang Xueqing looked at Fang Yulong. No ulterior motives, just pure affection—could she really have such a relationship?
Fang Yulong suddenly pulled Jiang Xueqing closer and gently kissed the policewoman's red lips. Jiang Xueqing trembled, as
if struck by lightning. Instantly, the policewoman's face burned, her chest heaved, and her heart leaped into her throat
.
"Xueqing, you're so beautiful!" Fang Yulong whispered in her ear, embracing her soft body. Jiang
Xueqing remained silent, her thoughts in turmoil, unsure whether to yield or reject the man beside her. The song
ended, but Jiang Xueqing's mind was still a mess. Did she really have to take things further with this man who was younger than her?
Back at her seat, the policewoman was already drinking juice. Seeing Fang Yulong pulling Jiang Xueqing back,
the policewoman winked at Fang Yulong and said, "So, Fang Yulong, wasn't
it worth it to treat me to dinner tonight?" Clearly, the policewoman had witnessed Fang Yulong and Jiang Xueqing kissing.
Jiang Xueqing's face was still flushed. Hearing the policewoman's teasing words, she looked up and glared at her. The
policewoman stuck out her tongue and dared not say another word. The next song was a lively DJ dance track, a favorite among young people. Fang
Yulong asked Jiang Xueqing if she wanted to dance again. "No!" Jiang Xueqing rolled her eyes at Fang
Yulong and pulled her hand away from his grasp. Fang Yulong chuckled, placing his hand under his nose as if touching his
beard, or perhaps inhaling the lingering scent of Jiang Xueqing. Jiang Xueqing, both angry and embarrassed, muttered under her breath, "You jerk!"
Suddenly, the young policewoman beside him said, "I can't take it anymore, I'm going to dance." Without waiting for
Jiang Xueqing's reaction, she winked at Fang Yulong and dashed off.
After dropping the two women off, Fang Yulong drove back to Zhanglin Garden, his mind preoccupied with how to deal with Zhang Chonghua
. Zhang Chonghua was Zhang Weijun's son, surrounded by numerous henchmen, unlike Zhao Ting, who was easier to handle.
But Fang Yulong had his advantages: the enemy was in the open while he remained in the shadows. So far, the enemy was unaware of his true intentions.
With his hands around, he could secretly carry out his revenge plan.
Back at Zhanglin Garden, Xia Zhuyi, wearing a light red nightgown, sat on the sofa watching the news.
Fang Yulong, who hadn't slept with Xia Zhuyi for several days, couldn't help but feel lustful when he saw her sitting on the sofa in her sexy nightgown. He walked over to Xia Zhuyi and
gently massaged her smooth shoulders. "Don't move around, your aunt is taking a shower." Xia Zhuyi naturally knew
what her son was thinking and gently patted his hand that was reaching towards her chest.
"What's there to be afraid of? Auntie takes a long time to shower. I really don't know that you women only have a little flesh hole, and
it takes you so long to take a shower."
"You brat, you're not allowed to say such lewd things when you talk about your aunt." Xia Zhuyi pinched her son
's forearm, and his hand had already slipped inside her neckline, pressing against her full breasts.
"My dear mother, your breasts are hard." Fang Yulong said, lifting his sexy mother's body.
Xia Zhuyi knew her son wouldn't give up until he got her, so she obediently stood beside the sofa, her
hands on the armrests, raising her round buttocks to make it easier for him to enter her from behind.
For the mother and son, both aroused, this time while Xia Mo was bathing was precious, so there was no
time for foreplay. Fang Yulong directly lifted Xia Zhuyi's nightgown, his fingers pressing and gently rubbing the beautiful woman's vulva
. Xia Zhuyi was equally excited; she hadn't slept with her son for many days, and his touch made her body heat up
. Fang Yulong's hands, through the nightgown, grasped Xia Zhuyi's breasts, rubbing, kneading, squeezing, and pinching. Xia
Zhuyi's breasts quickly swelled, and her nipples hardened considerably. Leaning on the armrest, Xia Zhuyi
said in a low, suppressed voice, "Yulong...good baby, stop touching me...fuck me, fuck me with your big cock."
As she spoke, the beautiful woman reached back to pull down her son's pants.
Fang Yulong reluctantly released his mother's sexy body, pulled his penis out of his pants hole, and
pressed his buttocks against her plump, sexy buttocks. His thick penis pressed against
the fleshy labia between Xia Zhuyi's legs. Fang Yulong gripped his penis, the glans sliding back and forth on the slightly parted labia, slowly
penetrating his sexy mother's body. After a few strokes, the large glans was covered in slippery vaginal fluid. Fang Yulong
then placed his hands on the beautiful woman's sexy waist and began to thrust forcefully into her sexy, alluring little hole
. Each time, Fang Yulong only left the glans at the entrance of Xia Zhuyi's hole before forcefully thrusting all the way in, penetrating to the very core
!
The edge of his glans scraped against the tender walls of her honeyed orifice until it struck the sensitive spot deep within Xia Zhuyi's flower core. Fang
Yulong could feel the intense heat of the beautiful woman's opening and the strong stimulation from the cool, lustrous fluid deep within her flower
core. That forbidden feeling of being intimate with his mother filled every nerve cell, making his penis grow even
thicker and harder.
Ah! Ah! Xia Zhuyi only bit her lip lightly, letting out a few low but
incredibly seductive moans from deep within her throat. These moans, combined with the slapping
sounds of Fang Yulong's thrusts into the beautiful woman's plump buttocks, created an extremely sensual and decadent symphony.
They had made love so many times that Xia Zhuyi's vagina could easily accommodate Fang Yulong's large
penis in just a few thrusts. Feeling her beloved son's powerful thrusts, his hot, large penis fully penetrating her warm,
sensitive vagina, Xia Zhuyi arched her hips high, widening her vulva to allow her son to join her more tightly
and intimately. Each time her son's hips pressed firmly against her buttocks, Xia Zhuyi could feel the large,
hot glans pressing against the deepest part of her vaginal canal, causing her cervix
to tremble joyfully with each thrust. "Oh, good son, good baby… Mommy feels so good…
" Xia Zhuyi knew her younger sister was taking a bath, and covered her mouth with one hand, uttering a few low syllables; she wanted her son to know
her pleasure.
"Oh… little slutty mommy… I feel so good too…" Responding to Xia Zhuyi was Fang Yulong's equally
joyful moan. Mom's little cunt was so wet, her tight vagina tightly wrapped around Fang Yulong's penis
, the delicate muscles of her vaginal walls constantly wrapping around and sucking at it, the pleasure indescribable.
Calling her "little cunt mom" satisfied a certain morbid desire in Xia Zhuyi. She rolled over and sat on
the armrest, raising her legs to hook her son's buttocks, her vaginal muscles actually beginning to contract. Fang Yulong was naturally ecstatic.
He panted, thrusting his hot, thick penis
rapidly into the beautiful woman's now wanton and thirsty cunt.
"Good mom... I love you so much..." Fang Yulong wanted to shout, but could only whisper, his suppressed desire
almost reaching hysteria, the speed of his thrusting increasing considerably. This rapid thrusting was already
enough to bring the greatest pleasure to the yearning female organs, not to mention that what was now rapidly thrusting inside Xia Zhuyi's vagina
was her son's large penis. This forbidden pleasure made Xia Zhuyi feel as if her body was filled with her son's hot
and swollen penis. Every friction between her son's glans and the walls of her vagina gave her a continuous stream of pleasure.
Xia Zhuyi panted, her throat emitting the sounds that every woman makes after being penetrated by a man's large member.
Her hips swayed skillfully, welcoming each of her beloved son's thrusts. The beautiful woman's cooperation
excited Fang Yulong even more, and he held his mother's incredibly sexy thighs, thrusting even harder. Xia Zhuyi's vagina
became increasingly wet, and with Fang Yulong's friction and thrusting, the "slap slap" of flesh colliding was mixed with the "squirt squelch
squelch" of water, making the beautiful woman feel as if her face was on fire. Even she herself felt that she was being too lewd
. The sound of a hairdryer came from the bathroom. The mother and son knew Xia Mo had finished showering and was
drying her hair. With little time left, Fang Yulong had to increase the frequency of his thrusts.
The initial embarrassment of feeling lewd quickly passed, and Fang Yulong's vigorous attacks soon brought Xia Zhuyi back into
the pleasure of sex. The deep-seated shame of incest between mother and son was thrown to the
back of her mind. "Ah... Yulong... my darling... Mommy's coming again..." Xia Zhuyi whispered
in her son's ear, her arms wrapped around his neck. The beautiful woman's waist was raised high, her legs spread wide, revealing her...
Her almost perfect lower body was fully exposed to her son, making it easier for his glans to penetrate her sensitive flower
core. The climax was approaching.
Xia Zhuyi's labia, tightly gripping her son's penis, were like flower petals soaked with water after rain, looking tender and
moist, as if they would overflow with moisture if squeezed by Fang Yulong's penis. Seeing his mother's flushed face and breathtaking beauty
, Fang Yulong lowered his head and took the beautiful woman's sexy red lips into his mouth, their tongues intertwining passionately. Below,
Fang Yulong's legs and the beautiful woman's sexy hips were pressed tightly together, their bodies perfectly united.
Suddenly, Xia Zhuyi trembled violently, sucking on Fang Yulong's tongue without moving. Fang Yulong knew his mother had
reached her climax, and quickly gripped her sexy buttocks, thrusting vigorously. Her breasts rippled, the beautiful woman's full and
alluring breasts trembling with each powerful thrust from her son. With each heavy
breath from Fang Yulong, his penis pierced through the layers of soft, tender flesh pressing against her from all sides, the large glans repeatedly
striking the beautiful woman's tender clitoris. Fang Yulong's penis grew harder and thicker, the speed and
force of his thrusts increasing. He frantically pressed against Xia Zhuyi's cervix, as if trying to penetrate
the womb that had once carried him.
"Ugh!" Afraid of screaming, Xia Zhuyi lowered her head and bit her son's shoulder through his clothes, her legs
hooking tightly around Fang Yulong's buttocks. The cervix deep within her vagina gripped Fang Yulong's glans like a suction cup.
Fang Yulong felt as if he had been electrocuted, his limbs convulsing violently, his entire body melting into an indescribable,
tingling pleasure. Fang Yulong stopped thrusting, his glans grinding forcefully against Xia Zhuyi's clitoris.
"Mom...I'm going to cum..." Fang Yulong whispered in the beautiful woman's ear, pressing his entire body
against Xia Zhuyi. Xia Zhuyi arched her buttocks, her vagina spasming violently with the trembling of Fang Yulong's penis
, sucking on his swollen glans, a gush of cool, lustful fluid gushing out. At the same time, Fang
Yulong's ejaculation gate opened wide, a jet of hot semen shooting out like a high-pressure water gun from between his engorged glans,
mingling with the cool, lustful fluid gushing from the depths of the beautiful woman's flower core, the scalding pleasure
spreading through their bodies like an electric current.
In an instant, Xia Zhuyi arched her back, frozen like a sculpture, as if receiving
a sacred baptism bestowed by her beloved son's semen. In that instant, Fang Yulong's mind went blank, only feeling
his semen shooting out of his scrotum in gushes under the spasms of his mother's vagina. The beautiful woman who had been biting his shoulder
trembled and then collapsed onto the sofa.
Before Fang Yulong could wake Xia Zhuyi, he heard the bathroom door open. Startled, Fang Yulong
hastily pulled up Xia Zhuyi's underwear and lowered her skirt, then helped her sit back against the sofa
. He stood behind the sofa, massaging Xia Zhuyi's shoulders, pretending to massage his mother. Because his semi-
erect penis was still outside his pants, Fang Yulong had to press himself tightly against the back of the sofa,
hoping to block Xia Mo's view if she walked up to him. Xia Mo, combing her hair, walked into the living room and
greeted Fang Yulong when she saw him massaging her sister's shoulders. She plopped down next to Xia Zhuyi and said, "
I'm exhausted after a long day, Yulong, come massage your aunt's legs."
Fang Yulong breathed a sigh of relief when Xia Mo sat down next to Xia Zhuyi. "Auntie, be quiet, my mom
seems to have fallen asleep." Fang Yulong squeezed Xia Zhuyi's shoulder hard as he spoke. His pants weren't
properly straightened yet, and he wanted his mother and aunt to talk to distract her so he could fix them.
Xia Zhuyi slowly woke up, startled to hear her son and younger sister talking beside her. In his haste,
Fang Yulong hadn't pulled Xia Zhuyi's underwear up properly, and the beautiful woman felt uncomfortable around her thighs from the tightness of her underwear
. The underwear didn't cover her vulva, and even her nightgown only covered the back half of her buttocks. Sitting
on the sofa, Xia Zhuyi felt her vulva pressed against the leather; if her son's semen leaked out, she would be in trouble
.
"Xiao Mo, are you done washing up? You fell asleep while Yu Long was massaging your shoulders."
"Big sister, if you're tired, go to bed early. Getting enough sleep is very important for women
." Xia Mo sniffed the air and suddenly said, "There seems to be a strange smell in this house."
Xia Zhuyi was startled by her younger sister's words and quickly said, "Yu Long has been out all day,
and he smells sweaty. He hasn't showered since he got back. Yu Long, go take a shower, and then massage your aunt's
legs. Your aunt has been very busy and tired these past few days."
After Fang Yu Long left the living room, Xia Zhuyi said a few words to Xia Mo and then excused herself to go back to her room, saying she was sleepy. She was afraid that if
she sat any longer, her son's semen would really leak out, and since her underwear wasn't properly worn, it would be disastrous if the semen got
on the sofa or her nightgown. Xia Zhuyi wasn't afraid that Fang Daming would find out about her and her son, but she didn't dare let her younger sister know.
Xia Zhuyi left, unaware that her son had ejaculated too much semen. She
had fainted again when she initially sat on the sofa, and hadn't properly clenched her legs, allowing some semen to slip from her vagina and stain the sofa.
Neither Xia Zhuyi nor Xia Mo noticed. After Xia Zhuyi left, she lifted her legs and placed them on the sofa
armrests, comfortably waiting for Fang Yulong to massage her legs. Unbeknownst to her, her nightgown,
like a rag, wiped the leather sofa clean, removing all the semen. The sofa was clean, but her
white nightgown was now stained with semen.

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