[Urban] A Life in Beijing (Complete) - 9

Chapter 15

Cao Shan hailed a taxi and sped to Zhang Ning's hotel. On the way, he called Jianguo and Haibo, but not Qu Yan, thinking it would be better for Haibo and Qu Yan to tell her. They agreed to have a big dinner that evening to welcome Zhang Ning back.

After picking up Zhang Ning, the car drove north, from bustling city streets to desolate landscapes. The further they went, the colder Zhang Ning felt. She hadn't expected Cao Shan to live so far from the school, so far away, completely lacking the atmosphere of Beijing. In her imagination, since Cao Shan had made money, he should be living the life of Beijing, even if it was just in an old, run-down neighborhood, surrounded by Beijingers, chatting and gossiping in a Beijing accent. Even if it wasn't some old man with a grape trellis, a fish tank, and a birdcage, he should at least feel the atmosphere of Beijing. In any case, she couldn't accept living in such a dirty and chaotic environment with a bunch of migrant workers. She couldn't help but wonder: Had Cao Shan really made money?

Could he really keep his promise? If she came to Beijing, could she really endure this kind of environment? Can you even stand taking a bus for over two hours to get to work every day?

Zhang Ning had initially thought that although Cao Shan lived in a remote area, his living conditions might be decent. But when she returned to the vicinity of her alma mater and saw that lonely, dilapidated two-story building, filled with chattering women from other places, a dirty vegetable market nearby, and filthy mud and litter scattered in front

of the building, her heart sank to the extreme. Zhang Ning followed Cao Shan carefully across the muddy, rutted path, up the dilapidated building, opened the creaking old wooden door, and entered the dimly lit, damp room filled with worn-out furniture. Her first question was, "You... live here?"

"Yes, well, we just graduated, so we're not too picky about where we live. Besides, it's close to the school, so it's convenient,"

Cao Shan replied casually, still immersed in the joy of reuniting with Zhang Ning and oblivious to her displeasure.

Zhang Ning slumped onto the bed, her small bag lying on the floor. The room was dark because of the wardrobe, which only worsened her mood. She continued, "Cao Shan, if I come to Beijing and live with you, will I live here too?"

Seeing Zhang Ning's disappointment, Cao Shan realized she was extremely dissatisfied with her current situation. He got up and hugged her, saying affectionately, "Ning, don't worry, I won't let you suffer. I'm alone now, so living here is fine. Jianguo and Haibo are with me, so we can look after each other and save on rent. If you go back to Beijing, I promise I'll move out immediately."

Zhang Ning understood Cao Shan; renting in the city was indeed expensive, and what he said made sense. She comforted him, "Cao Shan, I'm not forcing you to do anything for me. Actually, maybe if I really came to Beijing, I could adapt. Qu Yan and Haibo are doing just fine here."

Cao Shan happily kissed Zhang Ning on the cheek, saying, "Thank you for being so understanding, my wife."

"You're so annoying! Who's your wife?" Zhang Ning playfully hit him.

In the evening, Qu Yan, Hai Bo, and Jianguo returned. The old classmates were naturally overjoyed to see each other again. The five of them enjoyed a hearty meal at a nearby roast duck restaurant, clinking glasses and chatting happily about their school days.

Hai Bo raised his glass to Cao Shan, clinked it against his, downed it in one gulp, and then said with a grin, "Zhang Ning, you two were such a perfect match back in school! Cao Shan was a real star; every time there was an event, countless girls would chase after him after his performances. Remember, Qu Yan was a fan of Cao Shan too, wasn't she?"

As he spoke, Hai Bo nudged the absent-minded Qu Yan with his elbow.

Qu Yan snapped out of her reverie and quickly complained, "Zhang Ning just arrived, why are you bringing this up? It's annoying."

Qu Yan was annoyed by Hai Bo's tendency to bring up such sensitive topics. These past few days, she and Cao Shan had been secretly having an affair. Her feelings towards Cao Shan's desire for her body had shifted from initial aversion to understanding, to a desire to give herself to him—a significant emotional journey. How could she not like Cao Shan? Just when she felt she and Cao Shan could take things further, or rather, could secretly take things further while Cao Shan was alone, Zhang Ning's appearance completely shattered any possibility.

Her heart was broken, deeply aching, but she couldn't show the pain buried deep inside; she could only silently endure it, pretending nothing was wrong. After all, she had a boyfriend, and Cao Shan's beautiful and outstanding girlfriend was right beside him.

Cao Shan, of course, understood Qu Yan's displeasure and embarrassment, and quickly smoothed things over, "Ahem, a hero doesn't dwell on past glories. Now we're all in Beijing together, let's drink!"

The group raised their glasses and drank them down.

Putting down their glasses, Haibo continued, "Cao Shan's doing well too. This month, wow, he met a generous female client and made over ten thousand yuan on one deal. But, if we're talking about us, Jianguo is doing the best. How much does he make a month? Eight thousand yuan? Wow, and he's a manager!"

Jianguo was the happiest person besides Cao Shan today, and he was also very talkative. As soon as they sat down at the dinner table, he started talking about his business development in Beijing, the friends he'd made, and all sorts of rumors he'd heard, including some astonishing "insider information," making him seem very capable. When Haibo praised him, he didn't hold back, continuing, "Everyone has their own way of living. Haibo and Qu Yan are living a very comfortable life; Cao Shan, to be honest, this deal was a bit of a stroke of luck, and he's just starting out in sales, but Cao Shan is a real talent, absolutely accomplished in music. He's currently biding his time, and he'll definitely achieve great things in other areas in the future. As for me, I have a relatively clear plan for the future: build a network, make money, and then study and upgrade my knowledge. Being a manager doesn't just fall from the sky. Think about it, you guys are still in school..." While I was playing around, I was already out there working. I've experienced all the hardships and scorn that Cao Shan and Hai Bo went through, and I've overcome them all. Currently, I've built a client network in my industry and have good relationships with them. Of course, maintaining these relationships has cost a lot of money and effort, but this makes earning money easier. I manage a dozen or so people under me, and they can also relay information to me, which I then further explore. The company decided to provide me with a car tomorrow because I live far away, which is inconvenient at times, but this isn't what I wanted. My next step is to move... I'll rent a decent place in the city so I can truly experience the joys of Beijing, unlike here, which is even dirtier and more chaotic than my hometown. Next year, once I've settled into my place, I plan to enroll in a course to recharge myself. I've taken the plunge a bit earlier than Cao Shan and Hai Bo, so now I understand even more clearly that life in Beijing isn't as simple as we initially thought. Earning a few thousand yuan a month and living a good life is practically a recipe for disaster! Striving in Beijing is like rowing against the current; if you don't move forward, you fall behind. And when you choose to move forward, you'll discover... "A few thousand yuan is far too little. We need to earn much more to be satisfied. First, there's learning. I could enroll in a course for six months, every weekend, which would cost 20,000 yuan. That's just a small amount. What about later? Marriage, buying a house, having children, children's schooling—for those of us without Beijing residency, medical care and retirement are problems. So, we need to keep earning money, learning new skills, earning money, and learning more, constantly improving ourselves to adapt to life in Beijing. Otherwise, we'll be left behind one day!"

Jian Guo's long speech drew nods of agreement from everyone present, but a bitter taste lingered in their mouths. Jian Guo had taken this step, made money, and gained foresight, and now he was turning around and attacking those who hadn't yet succeeded. His blunt truths crushed any remaining dreams or illusions in their hearts. The simplistic predictions about the future, the idea of just making money and getting by, like Cao Shan's—call it self-deception if you will, but it's also a form of self-comfort to protect themselves from further setbacks. Jian Guo's words made him appear sanctimonious and full of lofty ideals, but they also made Cao Shan, Hai Bo, and Qu Yan seem unambitious and simple-minded.

Zhang Ning, however, who was detached from worldly affairs, wholeheartedly agreed with Jian Guo's words; this was precisely the kind of thinking and ambition a man should have upon entering society. Jian Guo was quick-witted and eloquent, a seasoned businessman, and his words were always well-reasoned. His recent remarks were clearly meant to elevate himself and belittle others, and seeing Zhang Ning's approval gave him a great sense of accomplishment.

Of course, this was just a minor incident at the dinner. The old classmates, who didn't see each other often due to their busy schedules, mainly chatted and reminisced. After a satisfying meal and lively conversation, they all went back to their rooms to rest.

Cao Shan and Zhang Ning, reunited after a short separation, were incredibly excited for this night. After showering, they returned to their room. Cao Shan lay on the bed waiting for her. Zhang Ning, drying her wet hair, said, "Jianguo's words today made a lot of sense. Look how intelligent and ambitious he is. Isn't he your best friend? Learn from him."

Seeing Jianguo's unusual excitement today, Cao Shan felt a little displeased. Why was he so happy that his girlfriend was coming to Beijing? Hearing his words, Cao Shan felt even more choked up and said noncommittally, "Everyone has their own way of living."

Zhang Ning was wearing a silk nightgown. Once in bed, Zhang Ning nestled beside Cao Shan. The scent of shampoo and her natural fragrance intoxicated him. She gently tapped Cao Shan's nose and said, "You really think you're like Jianguo said, a musician? A singer? For outsiders like us who didn't graduate from prestigious universities but want to stay in Beijing, the most realistic scenario is what Jianguo said. But it's so difficult; not everyone can do it. I don't know if you can persevere." Cao Shan

pulled Zhang Ning close, kissed her fair cheek, and softly asked, "If I can't make it in Beijing and have to go back to my hometown, will you come back with me?"

"I won't go back with you! Either I'll stay in Dalian, or I'll fight tooth and nail to stay in Beijing!" Zhang Ning buried her face in Cao Shan's chest, pouting, "Honey... I believe in you."

Although Zhang Ning's answer left Cao Shan a little disappointed, he couldn't resist her beautiful, tall figure throwing herself into his arms. His large penis, hard ever since Zhang Ning arrived that afternoon, finally had a place to be released.

Cao Shan pressed Zhang Ning down beneath him without any further movement. He felt this was the purest form of sex, without needing to play around with fancy techniques. He and Zhang Ning were innocent; too much teasing would only provoke resentment. Cao Shan put himself in her shoes; if Zhang Ning were to come and skillfully lick his penis like Cheng Min had treated him, he would inevitably have second thoughts. Cao Shan

grasped his massive member, pressed it between Zhang Ning's parted legs, and gently thrust it in. Amidst Zhang Ning's alluring moans, his penis, lubricated by her vaginal fluids, slid into her.

"Ah...it's so big..."

Zhang Ning clung tightly to Cao Shan, her empty private parts filled to the brim, the immense pleasure causing her to cry out.

Cao Shan's slender body lay on Zhang Ning's tall, youthful, and vibrant naked body, her two long, white legs spread wide, dangling in the air, gleaming like smooth, white jade in the moonlight streaming through the window. Cao Shan greedily grasped his girlfriend's firm, full breasts. Every inch of Zhang Ning's skin ignited his intense desire. His erect penis roamed freely, its massive shaft providing Zhang Ning with unparalleled satisfaction. Zhang Ning opened her long arms and embraced Cao Shan's neck, kissing her beloved passionately. This was their second time making love, and although Zhang Ning was still somewhat nervous, she wasn't as shy. She was surprised herself; for twenty years she had been a chaste lady, even feeling ashamed to take a bath. But since her first taste of forbidden fruit with Cao Shan, this second time felt like a reunion after a short separation. They were mutually attracted, and the sacred, mysterious sex felt so natural. When Cao Shan's enormous penis filled her tight, juicy lower body, it was as if a bridge had been built between their souls, their spirit and flesh intertwined, fully enjoying the most primal and pleasurable sensations.

Actually, Zhang Ning had come to Beijing prepared for this. She knew Cao Shan would definitely take her body again, and everything seemed to fall into place. In this unfamiliar room, she was initially a little reserved, but when Cao Shan's thick, long penis filled her vagina, the desire hidden deep within her was unleashed. She knew her classmate lived next door and felt shy, but Cao Shan's relentless, powerful thrusting made her cry out loud, allowing her to release her desire more freely.

"Ah...ah...ah...big...ah, ah...big...I can't take it...ah, ah...too intense...I can't take it anymore..."

On this bed, the first woman to accept its master, Cao Shan, finally stopped spending his nights alone in the empty room, relying on eavesdropping, peeping, and masturbation to satisfy his desires. Cao Shan and Zhang Ning, two naked young men, their bodies brimming with youthful energy, were intertwined. Zhang Ning was stunningly beautiful; her long, flowing hair cascaded across the bed, and her tall, fair body, like a goddess, appeared pristine and ethereal under the bright moonlight. Her proud, erect breasts trembled with excitement, her lower abdomen pressed against his smooth, tender skin, while his massive member was tightly enveloped by her soft, tight vagina. During the thrusting, her vaginal muscles twitched with arousal, gripping him intensely. Cao Shan initially hesitated, given that Qu Yan was right next door, but Zhang Ning's body drove him wild. He also harbored a wicked urge to flaunt his exceptional sexual prowess.

Cao Shan, his engorged member erect, thrust in and out of Zhang Ning's body with rapid, violent strokes, driving her to the brink of madness.

"Ah...ah...ah...Cao Shan...ah...husband...I can't take it anymore...you, you're too strong...I'm dying...ah...ah..." Zhang Ning wrapped her long legs tightly around Cao Shan's body. Cao Shan's huge penis was driving her almost to her breaking point, but the waves of pleasure only made her crave Cao Shan's fierce attacks even more.

In this room, Cao Shan and Zhang Ning, who had been separated for a short time, were enjoying the pleasures of life to the fullest, while next door, there was only silence. Before, Cao Shan would eavesdrop on Qu Yan and Hai Bo making love, but tonight the roles were reversed. Hai Bo had been drinking and went to bed early, but Qu Yan couldn't sleep. Zhang Ning's visit to Beijing had made her extremely depressed today. She lay naked, the blanket between her legs, enduring the loneliness of the late night. Hai Bo hadn't been with her for a while, especially after her ambiguous relationship with Cao Shan. She found that her desire was like it had been ignited, growing stronger every day, but Hai Bo's small penis was useless. Occasionally, he would penetrate her, but it was better not to. She didn't want to hear the sounds of pleasure coming from next door, but they reached her ears unmistakably. She had previously touched and imagined Cao Shan's erection, but hearing Zhang Ning's seemingly painful yet actually pleasurable moans made her realize just how powerful Cao Shan's sexual prowess was. Qu Yan and Zhang Ning were classmates; she knew Zhang Ning was a lady, but now she was being fucked like a slut by Cao Shan. Qu Yan lay on her side, her hand unconsciously sliding between her legs, stimulating her itchy vulva with her fingers. Zhang Ning's moans grew louder and louder; Qu Yan could tell that under Cao Shan's fierce onslaught, Zhang Ning had already climaxed several times. She thought about how Zhang Ning was happily receiving the pleasure of a handsome man's large penis, while she herself was masturbating like a resentful woman—it was too shameful.

"Ah...ah...Cao Shan...give it to me, ah, faster, faster, give it to me...ah..."

Zhang Ning was driven mad by the fucking. She hadn't expected Cao Shan to be so powerful tonight. His enormous penis had already brought her to the peak of orgasm three times, and the next wave of ecstasy was already approaching. Cao Shan's huge cock was like a pile driver, pounding and thrusting wildly between Zhang Ning's legs. At this moment, Cao Shan knelt upright between Zhang Ning's legs, his hands holding her long legs, thrusting his hips with all his might. He looked at Zhang Ning's beautiful face, which was filled with a happy smile, and her flushed cheeks showed a satisfied expression. Her two beautiful breasts, which he was very satisfied with, were being fucked and swayed like two water balloons, and Cao Shan was excitedly shouting incessantly.

“Baby, baby, I want you, I want you.”

“Ah…ah…husband, give it to me…ah, give it to me…ah…ah…”

Zhang Ning felt a surge of heat in her lower body. She was almost knocked unconscious by this heat. Zhang Ning’s slender body arched upwards uncontrollably, forming a bow shape. She didn’t know if it was from excitement or from Cao Shan’s large penis thrusting into her.

The immense pleasure made Zhang Ning feel great joy again. She screamed ecstatically, her whole body trembling violently. Cao Shan’s penis, which she was sucking tightly, could not resist and thrust hard.

“Wow…husband…it’s inside…I’m dying…I’m flying…”

Amid Zhang Ning’s ecstatic moans, Cao Shan held her long legs and, trembling, ejaculated his thick semen into Zhang Ning’s body.

This lovemaking was so intense, so ecstatic, so perfect. More than an hour of exhilarating lovemaking made them unforgettable. Even when the two of them collapsed into each other’s arms, their bodies were still twitching uncontrollably.

Meanwhile, Qu Yan next door curled up in excitement. Listening to Zhang Ning's moans, she imagined herself in Zhang Ning's shoes. Qu Yan had never longed to be Cao Shan's woman as much as she did now. Even a conservative lady like Zhang Ning was being fucked like this; she herself would surely go crazy.

"Mmm...mmm..."

Qu Yan tried her best to control herself from making a sound, but the more Zhang Ning moaned, the more she craved it. She even felt confused, as if her lower body was being filled by Cao Shan's enormous penis. Cao Shan's thin body pressed against her tall, large, full, and sexy white flesh—so disproportionate, yet it excited her immensely. Qu Yan imagined that huge cock fucking her to the point of ecstasy. She freed one hand and vigorously rubbed her large, full breasts, her two thick legs curled together, yet tense tightly. The more she scratched, the itchier her lower body became, and the more it itched, the more she wanted to scratch.

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) Qu Yan resentfully satisfied her desires through imagination. She had no concept of Cao Shan's large member, only thinking that if it was thicker and longer than Hai Bo's, she would be satisfied. But Qu Yan couldn't imagine how much Cao Shan longed for her to bend over and penetrate him from behind. Qu Yan didn't know that even when having sex with Zhang Ning, even when Cheng Min succeeded, what Cao Shan truly desired was still Qu Yan's big, fat ass.

In the darkness, Qu Yan calculated that Zhang Ning had ejaculated at least four times, while Qu Yan, since getting together with Hai Bo, hadn't even experienced an orgasm from being penetrated. Like a resentful woman, she listened to the sounds of the couple next door making love in the dark, and sadly masturbated. She envied Zhang Ning, even felt a little jealous. Qu Yan even thought that if it weren't for Zhang Ning, just for Cao Shan's powerful sexual ability, she would want to have sex with him, even just once. Not for anything else, just to experience the greatest pleasure of being a woman, even if it meant being unfaithful to Hai Bo, just once would be enough.

The night returned to silence as Cao Shan ejaculated into Zhang Ning's body. But some people couldn't calm down for a long time. Not only Qu Yan, but also…

In the washroom, a tall, thin figure hid in the darkness, listening to the sounds of Cao Shan and Zhang Ning making love while vigorously stroking his equally large penis. His hand moved rapidly as he listened. Just as Zhang Ning let out that ultimate, devastating moan, he shuddered in the darkness, ejaculating a large amount of semen onto the wall. Panting, he put on his glasses, his eyes filled with resentment. He'd been lusting after Zhang Ning's tall figure since school, but that brat Cao Shan had gotten there first. Now he was doing much better than Cao Shan, yet why could he only watch his beloved girl being fucked by someone else while he could only masturbate?

The next day was the weekend, and the two slept until the afternoon. After the ecstasy of the previous night, Zhang Ning treated Cao Shan with the gentleness and tenderness of a devoted wife. The men living in this dilapidated building saw Zhang Ning as a goddess. Qu Yan had been their object of sexual fantasy—big butt, thick legs, and tall—and despite her conservative personality, her strong body exuded a captivating sexiness. But Zhang Ning was different; her charm was serene and delicate, like a chrysanthemum, subtle and ethereal, something to be admired from afar, not to be touched, only to be appreciated, not to be entertained with improper thoughts. Zhang Ning was beautiful and elegant, a natural quality that no one could imitate.

That evening, Jianguo somehow acquired a Santana and took Cao Shan, Zhang Ning, Qu Yan, and Haibo out for a drive on Sunday. Jianguo chattered incessantly, occasionally cracking jokes to amuse Zhang Ning. At the scenic spots, he insisted on taking many photos of Zhang Ning. Although Jianguo said it was because Zhang Ning was returning to Dalian and he wanted to leave Cao Shan with some memories, his excessive enthusiasm left Cao Shan subtly displeased, with nowhere to vent his frustration. Later, Cao Shan came to terms with it. Even if Jianguo hadn't done anything out of line, what could he do? Zhang Ning was already his woman; would he want a second-hand item? Besides, he wouldn't give away a second-hand item!

Happiness and joy are always fleeting. That evening, the group saw Zhang Ning off at the station. With reluctant farewells, the two parted ways once more, their next reunion seemingly far off.

Chapter 16

In the blink of an eye, a month had passed, and it was late autumn.

On October 25, 2001, Microsoft launched its new generation operating system, Windows XP. The following year, it would be available in China, and the Beijing Yellow Pages would feature a full-page advertisement for XP on their cover. Shen Si had secured Jim's approval.

On November 10, China was approved to join the WTO. In the following decade, China's foreign trade began to forge ahead, and its economy took off. But for ordinary people, the eleven years that followed—the imagined cheaper imported goods, color TVs, refrigerators, washing machines, and even cars being linked to foreign prices and readily available at bargain prices—did not happen. Mobile phones sold in mainland China were 1,000 to twice as expensive as grey market imports, and cars remained of

inferior quality and overpriced. As evening fell, the sky darkened. Tall poplar trees lining the narrow asphalt road began to shed their leaves, and old-fashioned streetlights cast one pale white cone after another on the road, occasionally illuminating hurried pedestrians, offering not light, but desolate shadows.

A figure stumbled along the roadside, the leaves crunching underfoot. His swaying form moved in and out of the lamplight, his shadow flickering, a solitary figure. This loneliness was amplified in the chilly autumn night.

Haibo was nearly driven to despair.

Two weeks ago, he met those three cronies at his usual small restaurant. They had been playing cards as a group of four, but one of them lost and left, leaving Haibo as the only customer. The three were quite enthusiastic, inviting him to join them. That day, Haibo had lost another client, feeling extremely depressed. He realized that making money was incredibly difficult; forget about settling down in Beijing, even survival was a problem.

A week ago, his meeting with Andy nearly shattered all his confidence. The handsome, mature, and charismatic general manager had bluntly told him he liked his girlfriend. Haibo practically stormed out of Andy's office, but a chill ran down his spine—how long could he keep Qu Yan in this state?

Haibo loved playing cards when he was in school, and he considered himself quite good at "Double Up" (a card game). After graduation, he had no money, no time, and no one to play with, so he gave it up. When those four guys were playing, Haibo had been secretly observing them and thought their skills were mediocre. He felt a little itchy to play himself, and as the saying goes, a little gambling is harmless, so Haibo couldn't refuse their invitation and played a few rounds. He soon realized that these guys were really bad at the game, winning over 100 yuan in less than an hour.

After that, Haibo became more and more addicted. Every day, he would leave work early under the pretense of meeting clients and sneak into a small restaurant to play cards with those three guys. Fortunately, he mostly won more than he lost, sometimes winning 50 or 80 yuan, and sometimes winning three or five hundred yuan. He used the money to buy some good food, cosmetics, clothes, and so on for Qu Yan. He saved the rest, planning to put it into his salary at the end of the month, so that he could at least get some commission from an advertising deal and give Qu Yan some money.

But the guys kept gambling higher and higher, and Haibo's money slowly ran out.

It's only been two or three days, and Haibo has been losing every day. Today he was really blinded by losses; he not only lost all the money he had won before, but also borrowed 6,000 yuan, which he also lost. His three brothers were quite generous and let him go home to get money. Haibo managed to escape, but where was he going to find the money?

Haibo went into the house with his head down. Qu Yan had just returned as well. She hung her coat on the hanger, straightening her sweater which clung to her body, and looked at her boyfriend with surprise. "What's wrong? You look so listless."

"Nothing, sigh..."

Haibo sighed deeply, slumped into the sofa, and replied dejectedly.

Qu Yan thought he was tired; he had come home quite late again today. For the past two weeks, Haibo had been leaving early and coming home late every day, which made Qu Yan feel sorry for him.

"What do you want to eat? Noodles? I'll cook you some."

Qu Yan asked while busy with her work.

Hai Bo shook his head weakly. He didn't know how to tell Qu Yan, but he couldn't stay silent. After thinking for a moment, he gritted his teeth and asked, "Qu Yan, do we have any money left?"

"What?"

Qu Yan had sensed something was wrong with Hai Bo as soon as he got home, but she didn't expect him to ask about money. Her heart skipped a beat, and she asked, "How much?"

"6000."

Hai Bo didn't dare to look Qu Yan in the eye and said with his head down.

"So much money? What do you need so much money for?"

Qu Yan was startled by the number 6000.

"I don't think so."

Hai Bo didn't want to say more.

"No. I sent your dad home because he was sick. We only have less than 1000 yuan left. What do you need so much money for?"

Qu Yan felt a little flustered.

"It's nothing. A friend wants to borrow some money. I thought I had money, so I agreed. I'll come and get it in a bit."

Hai Bo made up a lie.

“Haibo, you didn’t even discuss such a big matter with me? Even if we had the money, what would we do if we lent it to them? This isn’t a small amount; we’ve never saved this much money before!”

Qu Yan was a little angry. She knew her boyfriend was a kind-hearted person, but she was also annoyed that he had made such a hasty decision.

Qu Yan was about to continue speaking when she heard someone knocking on the door. “Knock knock knock.” “Is this Cui Haibo’s house?”

“Hey, coming!”

Haibo’s head buzzed, but he could only bite the bullet and open the door. It was none other than the guy who had lent him the money.

“Oh, this must be your sister-in-law? You’re really tall.”

The man swaggered around and nodded at Qu Yan as a greeting, then said to Haibo, “Haibo, where’s the money?”

“Buddy, could you give me a couple more days? I just remembered that I’ve transferred that money out of my account, and I really don’t have any money now.”

Haibo said, bowing and scraping.

"No money? Dude, you promised me, I need the money too, you can't play games like this."

The man, stroking his bald head, was a little unhappy, and his tone became rude.

Qu Yan, listening from the side, felt increasingly uneasy. Seeing her boyfriend so weak, while the bald man was so persistent, how could he borrow money like this? So she asked sternly, "Haibo, what's going on? Why are you asking us for money with this attitude?"

Before Haibo could speak, the bald man laughed in anger. "Sister, I'm asking you for money? Are you sure you're okay? Do you think I need to borrow money from you?" He turned and pointed at Haibo, questioning him, "Haibo! What's going on? You're really something, keeping it from your wife. Fine, let me tell you, okay?"

"No, no, no, buddy, please give me two more days, once I get the money back, I'll give it to you right away," Haibo pleaded.

"Stop fucking bullshit, you think you can fool me? I'm telling you, Haibo, if you don't come up with the money today, I'm moving my stuff!"

He said, starting to grope her.

Qu Yan was furious. How could she tolerate a strange man causing trouble in her home? "What are you doing? If you dare touch anything, I'll call the police!"

"Go ahead and call! Call! Let's see who gets in!"

The bald man became increasingly brazen, even shoving Qu Yan, his hand landing squarely on her chest. The bald man had seen Qu Yan's attractive appearance as soon as he entered the room, and had taken the opportunity to grope her.

Seeing that the bald man was fighting with Qu Yan, Hai Bo grabbed him and said, "Dude, you're not doing this right!"

The bald man, however, wasn't going to give him any face. He turned around and shoved Hai Bo again, yelling, "What? What's wrong with touching your wife? Let me tell you, if you can't afford it, I'll take your wife home for the night. 2000 a night, that's the price for a model."

"You...you pervert..."

Qu Yan was furious, pointing at the bald man, unsure what to say.

The bald man was still a bit unreasonable. Just then, the door was pushed open. It was Cao Shan.

"Hai Bo, take this money and let this brother go home. He's making so much noise late at night, I can't sleep."

Cao Shan said, slamming the money on the table and turning to leave.

Hai Bo was grateful but didn't know what to say. The most important thing right now was to get rid of this nuisance. So he took the money and handed it to the bald man. The bald man was about to take it when Qu Yan snatched it away. "Haibo! How can you take this money? This is Cao Shan's money! We can't take it!"

Haibo was also anxious, shouting, "So you're just going to let him cause trouble here?"

Saying that, he snatched the money and stuffed it into the bald man's arms, scolding, "Get out of here!"

The bald man took the money and walked away while cursing, "Damn it! You son of a bitch! I was blind to lend you money, and you think you're so tough when you pay it back! You poor bastard, you'll see if you can keep your wife any longer!"

"Get out!"

Haibo was furious, ran to the door and slammed the door shut!

"Damn it! If it weren't for the boss not letting me do it, I would have crippled you, you idiot, and fucked your woman! Damn it!"

The bald man cursed as he went downstairs.

The room was quiet. Qu Yan didn't talk to Haibo all night. She felt that she should calm down and think things over. More importantly, since Zhang Ning left, Qu Yan had been giving Cao Shan the cold shoulder, but she didn't expect Cao Shan to help her again, which made her gratitude and love that had cooled down resurface, making her very uneasy. Hai Bo was in a state of turmoil. The bald man's parting words had once again stirred something within him, and his meeting with Xu Shaowei three weeks prior had not only solidified his feelings for Qu Yan but also solidified his resolve to make money! Otherwise, he couldn't guarantee that Qu Yan, sleeping beside him, wouldn't end up in someone else's bed someday. Not to mention, Cao Shan always seemed to be there for him in his time of need, which made him very uncomfortable. Cao Shan, too, was deeply worried. While it was good that he had helped Qu Yan out of her predicament, his 25,000 yuan was practically gone. He had been slacking off for the past month, failing to secure any clients or negotiate any advertising deals. What would he do if he ran out of money? How would he explain it to Zhang Ning? He dared not think about it.

Three weeks ago,

Hai Bo, as usual, was clumsy. His advertising deals for the month were essentially nonexistent. Negotiating with clients was like farming; you had to sow seeds to reap a harvest. You negotiated deals at the beginning of the month, confirmed intentions in the middle, and harvested at the end.

But Hai Bo hadn't done either of those two things, so there was no way he would reap any rewards.

On her way home from work, Haibo thought about Qu Yan's recent talk about landing a big client, but why hadn't he heard anything from her in the past few days?

If Qu Yan could close a big deal, he wouldn't be in trouble even if he didn't. So he casually asked, "Hey, Haiyan, how's that real estate deal you mentioned going?"

Haibo's seemingly unintentional question made Qu Yan's heart tighten. She remembered that day when the general manager had actually raped her. She couldn't forget the throbbing pain of his hot penis being forcefully thrust into her vagina. Qu Yan had only ever been with Haibo; she had never felt so full inside her before. It wasn't comfortable, but filled with humiliation. Qu Yan felt extremely distressed and bit her lip hard to stop the tears from falling. She turned her head to the window, not wanting Haibo to see her reddening eyes.

"Maybe, they've backed out,"

Qu Yan whispered.

"What? Really? Didn't you say you were pretty confident? Is there something wrong with your method? How about this, give me the client information, and I'll give it a try."

"Don't go!"

Qu Yan's voice trembled slightly.

"Qu Yan, what's wrong? Hey? Why are you crying? What's wrong?"

Hai Bo asked, puzzled.

The two remained silent the entire way. Haibo still managed to get Andy Xu Shaowei's contact information, explained the situation, and to his surprise, the other party readily agreed. Haibo was delighted, thinking it wasn't so difficult after all.

Xu Shaowei, in turn, received Haibo with equal politeness and courtesy, listening with a smile as Haibo launched into a long explanation.

"Okay, all the introductions?"

Xu Shaowei leaned back comfortably on the sofa, arms crossed, and smiled at Haibo. In Xu Shaowei's eyes, Haibo was no different from a cat, a dog, or an ant—a small-time migrant worker from out of town, powerless and penniless. Whether to tease him or torment him was entirely up to Xu Shaowei; this obsequious young man was utterly powerless. Money and power were the spear and shield in the hands of civilized people, weapons. Humans are inherently combative; modern people have simply disguised the struggle. A heavily armored, hairy, sharp-edged warrior fighting an unarmed commoner—that absolute confidence of victory is a very enjoyable feeling.

Hai Bo sat on a corner of the sofa, leaning slightly forward, looking extremely respectful. Although the general manager opposite him was very approachable, Hai Bo could still feel his imposing presence, making him quite nervous. "Yes, Manager Xu. You see…"

Xu Shaowei spread his hands, shrugged, and said, "Your advertising is fine. I mentioned it when Qu Yan came last time; we'll consider advertising in your Yellow Pages. After all, with a circulation of tens of thousands of copies and a year-long advertising period, the advertising cost isn't a problem for us. Even a large ad slot is no problem."

Xu Shaowei's words delighted Hai Bo, who hurriedly asked, "Then what do you think of the advertising contract…?"

Xu Shaowei waved his hand, smiling, and said, "Young man, you're too impatient. Let me ask you…" "Is Qu Yan your girlfriend?"

Hai Bo was taken aback by the question, then answered, "Yes."

Xu Shaowei picked up the teapot, filled Hai Bo's cup with tea, and said, "I have a favor to ask. Let me tell you what I can offer. A full-page color ad."

Hai Bo was holding his teacup, about to drink, when he heard Xu Shaowei mention the ad. He was so excited that he forgot to drink. A full-page color ad—this one deal would be enough to lift him and Hai Yan out of poverty. That kid Cao Shan was already living a very comfortable life with just one full-page ad; if it were a full-page ad, he'd probably get at least 50,000 yuan! It was too tempting. Hai Bo's hands trembled slightly with excitement. He quickly put down his teacup and asked, "So, Manager Xu, what is your request...?"

Xu Shaowei, unhurriedly, stood up, walked behind him, and patted Hai Bo on the shoulder, saying, "Brother, I envy you. As I just said, this is an unreasonable request, or rather, a case of using business for personal gain."

Hai Bo seemed to understand and asked smugly, "Mr. Xu, I understand. Just tell me, how much kickback do you want? I'll give you what you ask for."

Xu Shaowei smiled and waved his hand, saying, "Hehe, that's not what I meant. I envy you having Qu Yan as your girlfriend. To be honest, I like tall, voluptuous girls, especially beautiful girls like Qu Yan. I noticed her the first time she came to our company to discuss business. Later, I personally arranged to meet her and even treated her to dinner, learning about your situation."

Xu Shaowei stood by the window, overlooking Beijing outside the glass curtain wall, speaking casually. After finishing, he turned around and glanced at Hai Bo. His expression was somewhat unnatural, angry and embarrassed, but he didn't react. Xu Shaowei continued, “I know you and Qu Yan aren’t doing well right now, you’re poor. I can give you opportunities, not just advertising, but even money, jobs, anything. I have the ability to change your lives, to make you both live well, like white-collar workers. I said something similar to Qu Yan last time she came, but she refused. She cares a lot about your opinion; she can’t be with me behind your back. Her heartache lies with you. So, I advise you to go back and talk to her, and also convince yourself to improve your quality of life, to truly establish yourself in Beijing. Everyone has to pay a price; this is a commercial society, no one can get something for nothing.”

“Alright! Stop talking!”

Hai Bo felt increasingly uneasy. Thinking of Qu Yan’s red, tear-filled eyes on the bus that day, he seemed to understand something. Xu Shaowei’s words were like a spark, repeatedly testing his own fuse, finally igniting it. “If Qu Yan doesn’t agree, I won’t agree either,”

he said angrily, packing his things. He finally understood—this bastard wanted to sleep with his girlfriend! Last time Qu Yan rejected me, this time she's even more cunning, trying to get me to do the persuasion! What the hell! Am I crazy? Willing to be a cuckold?

Hai Bo cursed this hypocritical lecher a thousand times in his heart.

Xu Shaowei watched coldly from the sidelines, saying indifferently, "Looking at you now, do you think you can keep Qu Yan? Is your monthly salary enough to buy her a pretty dress, a set of high-end cosmetics, or a beautiful piece of jewelry? Can you satisfy your woman? With you so far, you've accomplished nothing. Qu Yan will break up with you sooner or later! You've just graduated and still have that student mentality. When the harsh realities of society have battered you beyond recognition, you'll realize how foolish your actions were today! In Beijing, refusing money is considered disrespectful! You like Qu Yan, and I like Qu Yan too. You can bear to let her suffer with you, but I can't! I'm giving you a chance to earn money, to support your girlfriend like a real man, to give her a better life. I'm helping you!"

"No need, thank you!"

Xu Shaowei's words pierced Hai Bo's heart like needles. What hurt him most was that every word Xu Shaowei said was true. Was he destined to remain poor in Beijing? Was Qu Yan destined to suffer with him? How long would Qu Yan stay with him? He dared not think about it, but one thing remained steadfast: he absolutely could not give his girlfriend away for money! Haibo would never do such a despicable thing!

Haibo got up, grabbed his bag, and left without looking back. Xu Shaowei watched him leave, then sat back down in his boss's chair. He didn't take Haibo seriously at all. What could he do? At most, he'd throw a tantrum for that laughable sense of pride. In this cruel society, Haibo had no chance of defeating Xu Shaowei. The poor boy defeating the rich, the chimney sweep snatching the shepherdess from the king—that's fiction, literature. It's made for the poor to see, to prevent them from becoming too desperate, too negative, and losing their will to live. A wolf without sheep is no fun.

The strong bullying the weak is the truth, the law of nature, the ultimate goal of human struggle. Becoming strong to bully the weak and deriving pleasure from it—that's a person's goal, not communism.

Thinking of Qu Yan's tall, voluptuous figure, Xu Shaowei's penis hardened again. He picked up the phone and dialed a number.

"Hey, Baldy, follow that salesman who just came downstairs, find out where he lives, and make him suffer. No, no, no, I don't mean beat him up! Hmm, okay, set up a trap to make him lose some money. You decide how much he loses, I'll make up the difference. Remember, don't alert him!"

With that, Xu Shaowei hung up the phone with a sinister grin. His personality was like a cat that had caught a mouse; he valued the result, but he valued the process even more. He wanted to play slowly and enjoy himself to the fullest. As for Qu Yan's sexy and beautiful body? Getting it was only a matter of time; he wasn't in a hurry.

Three weeks later, the bald man completed the task perfectly, thoroughly ripping off Hai Bo. 6,000 yuan was enough to leave a poor recent graduate penniless, but Cao Shan's strong support prevented Hai Bo and Qu Yan from falling into dire straits. They only owed each other a huge favor, but more seriously, Qu Yan's feelings for Hai Bo were shaken.

The next day, Qu Yan and Hai Bo got up early as usual. Qu Yan made breakfast—instant noodles with poached eggs. She served Hai Bo a bowl, then another, and said, "Hai Bo, I'll take a bowl to Cao Shan." Hai Bo was taken aback. Qu Yan had never brought breakfast to Cao Shan before, especially since she was only wearing a nightgown, and Cao Shan wasn't even up yet, probably still sleeping naked. What kind of behavior was it for his girlfriend to bring a bowl of noodles to another guy's door so early in the morning? But he knew this was Qu Yan's way of expressing gratitude, so he said, "Go ahead." Cao Shan was half asleep when he heard Qu Yan knocking at the door. He opened it, still wrapped in his blanket. Seeing Qu Yan carrying a steaming bowl of noodles, wearing only a coat over a nightgown, her smooth, long legs shivering from the cold, he quickly let her in.

"Qu Yan, what are you doing? You guys eat, I don't eat breakfast."

Cao Shan said awkwardly, wrapped in the blanket.

Qu Yan put the noodles on the table and said with concern, "It's bad for your health to skip breakfast, you know?"

Her affection was tinged with a hint of barely perceptible coquetry, which warmed Cao Shan's heart. Qu Yan continued, "Cao Shan, thank you. If it weren't for you last night, we probably would have been emptied out of our house by that bald guy. Look, I owe you so much money, I really don't know how to pay it back."

Cao Shan chuckled and said, "We're classmates, we help each other out. Don't always think about paying back the money, I don't need it now, it's okay."

"Cao Shan,"

Qu Yan took a shy step forward, almost pressing herself against Cao Shan. Her snow-white, full breasts under her sundress were right in front of Cao Shan's face, involuntarily heaving violently. "I really thank you. What happened yesterday really touched me. I...I..." Qu Yan bit her lip, opened her mouth a few times, and slowly said, "If...you...need me...I...I won't refuse."

After saying that, she turned and ran out.

Cao Shan stood there, watching Qu Yan's snow-white silk dress flutter and disappear from sight. Her long, thick calves tensed as she ran, forming beautiful lines on her smooth legs. Her snow-white feet shuffled in slippers, the slapping sound still echoing in the stairwell.

As Cao Shan, Qu Yan, and Hai Bo set off for work with the first rays of morning sunlight, Jeff, naked and strong, knelt on the bed. He closed his eyes, looked up at the sky, and his crotch was thrusting rapidly. In front of him was a huge, white, round, naked, plump buttocks. A tall woman's naked body knelt on the bed in an incredibly lewd manner. Jeff's thrusting drove her crazy. Her two full breasts swayed back and forth with the movement of her body, dancing with the slapping sound of his crotch.

"Ah...ah...ah...husband, ah...you're still so...um...so strong...thrust...thrust me to death...um..."

Wang Yimei excitedly twisted her large, plump buttocks, welcoming her husband's fierce, tidal wave of attacks from behind. Jeff's hard penis, mixed with heat and boundless power, gave her immense satisfaction. That thick, hard cock pierced deep into her body, the vaginal walls, lubricated by her vaginal fluids, were rubbed even more excitedly. In America, she had tasted the terrifyingly large penises of black men, the 30-centimeter-long, rolling pin-like shaft moving in and out of her tall, strong body like a pestle, almost making Wang Yimei faint. The black man's large penis had given her a taste of the ultimate masculine prowess, but it didn't have the familiar and tender feeling of her husband's penis inside her now. And she knew that her husband's penis definitely didn't belong to just her, but no matter how many women he had been with, at this moment, they were going to enjoy the greatest pleasure of marital intimacy.

"Wife... um... let me... fuck you... big ass... fuck... fuck..."

Jeff and Shen Si always preferred traditional positions when making love. Watching her beautiful face become shy, wanton, and lost in thought under his assault, until she collapsed and went mad. Holding Shen Si tightly in his arms, her tall, slender yet voluptuous body trembling with excitement, gave him immense satisfaction as a man. As for his wife, Wang Yimei, who was 1.9 meters tall and strong, his favorite position was rear-entry. Watching his wife's tall figure kneeling on the bed, her two thick, long legs spread apart, her large, white, round, and healthy body lying naked in front of him, her big, white, round, and plump buttocks. Not every man can handle a 1.9-meter-tall woman. Such a tall, strong woman with her bare back, such a large, round buttock, and such long, thick legs—it's a visually stimulating, even grotesque, experience. Jeff loves holding his wife's incredibly large, round buttocks, watching his penis move freely in and out of the center of her snow-white, round buttocks, watching his wife's large buttocks move her slender waist, trembling with excitement. He loves the exhilarating feeling of riding a stallion. Of course, with the rear-entry position, he doesn't have to face his wife Wang Yimei's unattractive face—for Jeff, who is used to Shen Si's beautiful face, Wang Yimei's face is becoming increasingly unappealing.

Jeff forcefully spreads his wife's two thick, round buttocks, looking down as his wet penis thrusts faster and faster into Wang Yimei's juicy, wet cunt. Wang Yimei is becoming increasingly aroused and wanton. Her large buttocks twist violently, and her anus, parted by her buttocks, contracts and expands with excitement.

"Husband... ah... harder... ah... I... I can't... I can't take it anymore... oh... fuck me... ahhhhhhh!"

Wang Yimei felt her husband's penis behind her like a high-speed engine, the rapidly moving piston thrusting faster and faster inside her. She twisted her big buttocks passionately, letting her husband's hard, iron-like penis pump in and out of her body. The louder she cried out, the more intense the pleasure became.

But.

Just as she was on the verge of climax, perhaps only a few more thrusts away from reaching the peak of pleasure, she suddenly felt a thick, hot liquid gushing into her pussy, followed by her husband's satisfied groan—but she was like a deflated balloon, twisting her plump buttocks in a dissatisfied and complaining manner.

"Ah... ah... no... ah... don't cum... ah... no, noooooo..."

Jeff behind her lay weakly on his wife's plump buttocks after ejaculating, and Wang Yimei was also pressed down on the bed, complaining and kicking her long, thick, white legs.

Jeff climbed off his wife, grabbed a few tissues to wipe his limp penis, and patted her firm, plump buttocks. He gently asked, "Yimei, what's wrong?"

"Ugh, so close..."

Wang Yimei buried her head between her arms, playfully nudging her husband with her large buttocks, and muttered softly. She knew that Jeff was over 30, the most attractive age for a man, but his sexual ability was declining. It was already good enough that her husband could satisfy her like this. She also blamed her own tall stature, which made her sex drive too strong. Wang Yimei even thought that if her husband had sex with ordinary women, he would probably make those sluts cry and scream. And what about herself? Would she only satisfy those young men who couldn't taste women?

Jeff was a little discouraged. On one hand, he found himself sinking deeper and deeper into Shen Si's body, and all he felt for his wife Wang Yimei's body was a curious pleasure. A 1.9-meter-tall woman was a unique dish, not necessarily delicious but certainly precious, just rare and valuable. On the other hand, he had taken Viagra to welcome his wife home. He never took these before, and there was no need to take them when he was with Shen Si. Just in case, afraid he wouldn't be interested in his wife, he took one. In the end, his wife was still slightly disappointed, which made him lose face.

Clean up the mess, get up, and wash up. Afterwards, the couple sat at the sunlit dining table, enjoying a simple but cozy breakfast—eating a cozy breakfast at home was the privilege of the rich and handsome. Those poor guys who set off earlier than the sun and returned later than the sun, who went hungry and barely earned any money, didn't have the fortune to enjoy these things. At most, they could only squeeze onto the bus and eat fried dough sticks or jianbing guozi.

"Hey? Yimei, you came back to America in such a hurry this time, and I heard your company has some big plans this year?"

Jeff picked up a piece of fried egg with his fork, put it in his mouth, and asked casually.

"Yeah, we're about to launch a music player called the iPod. Our boss thinks it's a product that can change the future. Who knows? He thinks everything he creates can change the future."

"And what about in China? Do you have an advertising budget? Next year should be a big year for your company."

Jeff keenly seized the business opportunity; he'd wanted to ask these questions for a while. After morning intimacy, the attraction between the opposite sexes made these conversations easier.

"Jeff, can we not talk about work at home?"

Although Wang Yimei hadn't been satisfied with their morning intimacy, the warmth between husband and wife made her feel very happy, and discussing work in this mood felt a bit off-putting.

“Ivy, okay, okay, I was wrong. I won’t ask any more questions… I know your company is a strange one, always trying to be mysterious. Two small questions: any advertising interest? Can our company discuss it?”

Jeff raised his hands in surrender, smiling as he coaxed his wife.

“Yes, yes… Are you satisfied now? Let’s eat, honey! With your talent, you could be a senior executive at any multinational corporation. Why did you have to start your own business, becoming a small business owner, a high-level salesman, begging and pleading everywhere?” Wang Yimei felt a little sorry for her husband.

“I’m doing this for the family. You’re over 30, and I want a child for us. I need to plan ahead.”

Jeff looked at his wife earnestly. His wife, Wang Yimei, was tall and not particularly beautiful, but her years as a senior executive in a multinational company had given her a superior air. She possessed both feminine charm and the competence of a white-collar worker—the kind of woman men found most attractive, exuding both femininity and a sense of conquest. Despite Wang Yimei’s lack of beauty, few men could truly possess her.

After kissing his wife goodbye, the two drove to their respective workplaces. Jeff had just sat down in his office when he picked up the phone. "Shen Si, come to my office."

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