[The Case of a Corruption in Ping] (87-115) Author: Long Live Long Live Long Live

Author: Long Live Long Live Long Live Long Live
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Chapter 87

Of course, although confessions are not as important as before,
the crime-solving rate has actually increased due to the continuous improvement of crime-solving techniques. This is an indisputable fact.

The best crime-solving methods now rely on modern high-tech technologies. The most common techniques include DNA
analysis, video surveillance, examination of mobile phone communication and internet records, thermal imaging tracking, Beidou system, GPS
positioning, fingerprint, voiceprint, lip print, footprint and trace display, Qiongwei comprehensive monitoring and comparison technology
, etc. These are all effective investigative methods that were unthinkable before. Trace

traces that could not be detected or extracted before, such as extremely small amounts of bloodstains, fingerprints, skin flakes,
etc., some of which are almost invisible to the naked eye, can now be extracted using aerosols or reagents. For example, a
scene had been cleaned up, and no traces could be observed with the naked eye, but after using spray reagents and special lighting
, bloodstains were found everywhere on the ground and walls, which was chilling. Moreover, such tiny traces that could not be extracted before
are no longer a problem.

A tiny dander of skin is a huge meat pie to a mite, but
it was worthless to forensic experts in the past because it was too small to analyze. Now, however, even half a dander
can yield complete DNA data for forensic scientists, allowing them to identify the perpetrator. So now
, even if you used a condom after a rape, if the police find trace amounts of your tissue at the crime scene and you
can't explain its origin, you're doomed.

A while ago, Liuyuan.com introduced an example.

US police were investigating a 23-year-old murder case. The 78-year-old woman was
beaten , found lying in a suburban mobile home with strangulation marks on her neck. A pile
of building blocks with fingerprints was left at the scene, but due to unsuccessful fingerprint matching and the immaturity of DNA testing technology at the time, the case
was closed . With the application of new technologies, US police are now
re-examining old cases that couldn't be prosecuted due to insufficient evidence.

When DNA testing was used to re-examine the fingerprint-stained building blocks left at the crime scene, an
extremely faint child's fingerprint, undetectable by older techniques, was discovered. Further comparison revealed that the child was now an adult. However, although the
child had grown up, the fingerprint remained unchanged throughout life. Coincidentally, the grown-up child also committed a crime and
had a criminal record in the police database.

It turned out that he was only 5 years old at the time, accompanying his father on a murder mission; while his father carried out the act, he was playing with
building blocks . This "child" confessed that the incident caused him psychological trauma, leading him down
a path of crime as an adult. His father was currently in prison for another murder, and he was
sentenced . The victim's daughter thanked the police for overturning the case, clearing her mother's name, bringing closure to the cold case, and giving the victim
justice .

Just then, due to the slow airflow in the drainage ditch, the thermal imaging tracking team discovered new evidence:
traces of another, earlier suspect. These were likely the tracks of Xiaoqiang and Guo Lili.

According to the thermal imaging evidence, a trail that even police dogs couldn't keep up with was discovered. There were seven people in total, six
men and one woman. They ran along the drainage ditch towards an office building in the distance.

"Let's hurry over there," Wang Moushun said upon hearing the news.

"What about the woman?" the remaining police officer asked, referring to Lai Wu, who was being interrogated.

"Take her to the detention center. Tell the interrogators she's a serious offender and must be severely punished. She cannot be deported."

"Hey! How can you be so unreasonable! I have children locked up at home; they'll starve if no one takes care of them
!" Lai Wu shouted angrily.

"Go explain yourself to the judge," Wang Moushun said, already gone. "Adulteress," he thought.

"Rogue!" Lai Wu was furious.

The drainage ditch ended at the office building. There were currently no surveillance cameras in the drainage ditch, which was why the police suddenly
couldn't find them. However, there were cameras in the underground parking lot. Sure enough, Wang Moushun
discovered the group of seven in the surveillance footage of the underground parking lot of the Tiannan Building office building. The woman in the middle
was confirmed by the traffic police to be from Qiongya.

"I can't believe she really does this! And old habits die hard. We'll definitely get her this time!"
This was the general consensus among the police.

Some people always try to leave a good impression after leaving a workplace, but this is actually very difficult. People
forget you as soon as you leave; this was the reality of society at that time. Leaving a so-called good impression was extremely difficult. This was because
Chinese was not a society of trust, but rather one that promoted trust.

There was too much fraud and disloyalty hidden in society because the Chinese people had long lived in harsh natural environments
and often adopted a survival strategy that maximized resource extraction.

To obtain enough energy to sustain life from limited resources, the ancients sometimes resorted to immoral and
illegal means. The problem was that, under primitive and harsh conditions, it was precisely these "clever," dishonest
people who had a chance to survive; only they could continue the lineage; the honest people all died out; when rebellions broke out,
they were all killed by the rebels, leaving only one in ten survivors. So, people today, like Australians, are descendants of those who used to do illegal
things .

What's so strange about them doing bad things? This is the reality in China.

This phenomenon is frequently seen now, and it's not condemned.

For example, a white lie. An elderly patient gets cancer, but the doctor and family don't tell him the truth. Instead, they say,
"Your illness is nothing. Eat whatever you want. You'll be better in a few days. Call all your relatives over."
Although the intention seems benevolent, the means are truly despicable. Deception is considered a good thing. Some people argue that this
is "white deception." However, white deception is still deception. It's just a matter of degree; the essence remains the same.

This is a point in Chinese thinking: "As long as the goal is right, any means are acceptable." So many
evils appear under this guise. There's a novel called *Tiannan Police Academy*, which is about this.

At the scene, a new problem arose: Qiang's van
disappeared . The van entered a blind spot of the surveillance cameras and never came out again. Police only set up surveillance cameras at both ends of this section of the road. Data
for the middle section will have to be collected the next day from various units or individuals along the street who have surveillance cameras. This would obviously
delay the operation. Therefore, they need to rely on experience and analysis to quickly determine the suspect's possible escape route.

"Where did they go?" Wang Moushun pondered.

That street had six exits, and dozens of vans resembling minivans drove by during that time.

These boxy mid-sized cars were very common. When they appeared in China in the early 1950s,
they were called "minivans" because their shape resembled a type of rectangular bread introduced to China by the Soviets
. They came in various types, from 6 to 35 seats, with the 7-seater being the most widely used.
This model was used by fugitives, or rather, suspects, to escape.

Before the invention of Joan Wei's signature search engine, to find a person or vehicle, police needed to
repeatedly watch the same video footage. On average, each video had to be carefully reviewed ten to twenty times to
find a trace. Sometimes the collected surveillance footage reached tens of gigabytes or even more, requiring dozens of police officers
to watch it day and night. This obviously made it difficult to quickly identify suspects, often resulting in missed opportunities. The Qiongwei system can identify hundreds or even thousands of feature points

after obtaining target characteristics (facial features, body shape, habitual movements, etc.) . It then quickly and automatically searches for specific targets with the same feature points within the system, marking all targets without visible feature areas. At this point, Qiongwei's search, comparison, and judgment system is officially named the "Qiongwei System." It can be for drone-based ground searches but also widely in all surveillance systems. However, the problem is that the Qiongwei search engine did not find similar vehicles. There can only be one explanation: "The same vehicle did not appear." Only similar vehicles were found. "If it didn't appear, where did it go? A dual-purpose flying car? Did it change its identification markings?" Wang Moushun pondered carefully. Just like the suspect disappearing from the Tiannan Hotel. If it weren't for the discovery that they had taken a previously unknown integrated ditch, it could only be assumed they used magic, a ground shield, to escape. This is the limitation of our understanding. For example, for ants, their world is two-dimensional, planar. When a bird flies by, the ants struggle to understand, because the bird's world is three-dimensional. They don't understand why the bird is here one moment , disappears the next, and then reappears in another. This is what's called "time travel," a z-axis unknown to the ants. So, which link was overlooked? And where is its z-axis? Wang Moushun first assumed that the suspects couldn't have stayed near the scene. If so, they could have been found before the door-to-door checks the next day. Then, having no other option, Wang Moushun resorted to the most primitive method: taking advantage of the city's upgraded high-definition road surveillance, he checked the license plates of every van that left that section of road at that time. Fortunately, this data was online. A quick scan with the Qiongwei system yielded results in a fraction of a second: out of dozens of vehicles three had fake license plates and one had no license plate at all. Wang Moushun carefully observed the vehicles. "Check this one first," he said, pointing to the car Ah Hu was driving. "I've never seen such a young man driving a minivan without anyone helping him." The car initially headed towards a neighboring city, then suddenly disappeared again, reappearing with a different disguise and license plate. It then abruptly turned around and drove in another direction, quickly entering the suburbs and leaving the surveillance area . Its actions were extremely suspicious. "What's next on this road?" Wang Moushun asked the traffic police. "Next, we'll reach Daqi Village." "What's that evil village?" "It's the infamous Crematorium Village." "After we finish our current work, let's go check out the Crematorium Village." "Why?" "I've heard that place is a melting pot of all sorts of people, a perfect hiding place for them. Most importantly , I've heard that no one there has a garage; all the cars are parked on the street, making them easy to find. We can use the cars to find people." —————————————————————————— Almost at the same time as Qiang Ge arrived at the Crematorium Village, Ah Liang returned to the village as the lights were dim. She still thought about the large rosewood bed and the huanghuali window frame. She was an extremely greedy woman. And there was that man with the huge penis who made her cramp up every time she thought about him. Her driving skills were poor; she had to maneuver in and out several times before finally parking the car properly. Even so, it took up two parking spaces . But that was already pretty good. There's a joke that a parking lot that can hold a hundred cars will always have a hundred cars when it's full if the user is German , because a German's word means a hundred. If it's used by Japanese people, it might have over a hundred cars, because Japanese people are small and their cars are small. If it's used by Americans, it might only have ninety or so cars, because American cars are big. If it's used by Chinese people, the parking lot might only have two cars when it's full: one for import and one for export. Parking took Ah Liang quite a bit of time, and it was already late. When she got out of the car and wiped the fine beads of sweat from her forehead with a handkerchief, she realized it was already time to light the lights. In just a few months, the crematorium had undergone a complete transformation for Ah Liang; she couldn't recognize it at all ! The dilapidated village was gone. Only shops and endless food stalls lined both sides of the road. The rural courtyards with their bamboo and papaya trees had all vanished without a trace. "Want to add some words?" a young man asked, walking up to Ah Liang. "What kind of setup?" "Add the character '戹' from '戹村' to your phone, and you can send WeChat messages. Three yuan. A character selection list is included. We also have a power bank to charge your phone. Two yuan per charge ( phone were still very primitive; some only lasted a day. If your phone ran out of power and there was no power source nearby , or you were walking around, you would use a 'power bank' invented by the Chinese)." The young man was very clever ; he learned from a software company called "Very Hard" and bundled the previously selectable projects together. This way, he could earn two yuan more each time. "Are you from this village?" "I quit my job to earn money; we also tutor." "Okay." Ah Liang didn't need these things, but she wanted to find a place to buy the golden Buddha through this man. "What's your Bluetooth?" the young man asked. "Are you familiar with this area?" "We come every week, and we wander around, so although we're not from here, we know it better than the locals."

"There used to be a gate here, and the courtyard was quite large," Ah Liang asked while paying.

"Oh. There was only one wealthy family in this village, who was a Jinshi (a successful candidate in the highest imperial examinations) during the Qing Dynasty. I don't know what the courtyard was called. Now it's called
'Lijiezhai'. Go east, and at the end there's a row of shops selling pearls and gems."

As the two were talking, a familiar figure suddenly flashed past them. Ah Liang glanced at him unintentionally. That
one glance scared her half to death! That person was actually her own brother-in-law!

Her brother-in-law didn't see Ah Liang; he was looking for something. Ah Liang was about to greet him when she suddenly noticed
another suspicious person next to her brother-in-law. Judging from his build, he looked
similar to . "What are they doing here?" Ah Liang was most worried about being discovered because she had been having affairs with men here before.
"Could they be here because of that matter?" She felt guilty and, in her nervousness, decided not to greet him.

She saw Ruonan's husband and the other boiler room worker searching in the parking lot.

Ah Liang was afraid they would see her car. "Could they really have come for me?" She immediately
felt a numbness in her vagina, followed by a shiver throughout her body.

Suddenly, her brother-in-law stopped, pointed to another car and the boiler operator, said something, and took out
his phone , standing behind the car and comparing it repeatedly. Finally, he nodded affirmatively.

The boiler operator immediately went to the nearest shop, pointed to the car, and said a few words. The shop owner
pointed to a cluster of lights in the distance to the east and said something. Her brother-in-law and the boiler operator then went over there.

"Want to make money?" Ah Liang asked the young man selling lettering.

"What are you doing?"

"Here's 50 yuan. Follow those two and see where they go. I'll follow behind you. You'd
better be able to hear what they're saying. If you hear clearly, I'll give you another hundred when you come back."

"No problem. A lot of men cheat these days. To catch them, you have to corner the two of them in bed, tie them together face to face while
they naked and having sex. That's called 'catching a thief red-handed, catching an adulterer in the act.'
I know that." The young man had probably read too many detective novels and was eager to try his hand at it. He immediately followed along happily.
Ah Liang followed at a distance behind him.

In the end, the group actually arrived at "Li Jie Zhai".

Compared to the dimly lit streets, the shops were brightly lit, bustling with people, like daytime.
The lights, besides providing illumination, also gave people a sense of familiarity and warmth.

Ah Liang also saw the sign for "Li Jie Zhai". Inside, a dozen or so large energy-saving light bulbs, each over 100 watts,
illuminated the shop brightly, making it the first highlight of the crematorium. Through the gap between the customers, she
witnessed a scene that left her speechless. In the distance, she saw that the person selling things inside was none other than Ruonan!

However, something even more unbelievable happened: Ruonan was with the
man with the enormous penis who had once raped her. The two were chatting and laughing, their relationship clearly more than just casual.

"Why?" A-Liang's mind went blank. She had come here not only to confront the man about why he had deceived her
with counterfeit goods , but also to check if the rosewood window frames and the sandalwood bed were still there, and even to savor
the taste of that enormous penis again. But she hadn't expected to see this. Clearly, her third wish
was now unlikely to come true, but it was too strange! Seeing the scene before her, A-Liang wasn't angry at all; instead, her mind
conjured up the illicit scene of the enormous penis simultaneously toying with both of them.

Chapter 88

"Have you forgotten how you raped me here back then?" A-Liang questioned the man in front of her through a blur
. It didn't feel like a dream at all.

"But she's my lover too," the man said, pointing at Ruonan. "Do you know who she is? She's my sister.
If I tell her to leave, she has to leave."

"Why bother? Why don't we all do it together?"

Despite A-Liang's reluctance, the man was very forceful. Without saying a word, he stripped A-Liang and Ruonan
naked and forced them onto the bed. What was most infuriating was that Ruonan even helped the man undress A-Liang.

Then Ruonan also took off her own clothes and knelt down next to A-Liang.

So the two sisters knelt naked on the bed, looking at each other
. Both of them stuck their buttocks up high, waiting to see who the man would ultimately decide to do first.

The man stood behind the women, his back to the bed, one arm across the buttocks of the two naked
women ; the other hand was calmly poking each of their anuses with his fingertips. If
he missed and poked to the side, he would poke a small dent into their soft buttocks.

"Count one, count two, count three. The third brother's wife can shoot. Eye to gun, gun to eye.
That's it." The man finally had a choice. Whoever he hit last would be his bride for the night.

Ah Liang felt nothing. She quickly turned around and saw the man's fingertip poking into her sister's anus.
'Hmph, biased,' she thought.

The scene shifted. The man's huge penis slowly pushed into Ruonan's body, and Ruonan
screamed wildly as the man's large penis fucked her. The moans stimulated Ah Liang, making her feel like there were twenty-five little white mice
scratching and clawing inside her.

This was the first time Ah Liang had seen her sister having sex.

Ruonan lay there accepting the man's poking and prodding of her genitals, whimpering softly. The moans
didn't a woman's moans of pleasure, but rather like a gentle love song. Very, very sexy, calm, unlike
her own wildness. As instructed, Ah Liang had no choice but to get up and stand beside her sister, gently massaging her
clitoris from below. Ruonan's vaginal fluid dripped into her palm.

Ruonan finally lost control. Her soft moans turned into unrestrained cries of pleasure.

Ah Liang felt her sister's abdomen contracting rapidly, revealing a high
ridge between her abdominal muscles—the location of the man's penis.

"Fuck me. I want it too…" Ah Liang couldn't resist any longer and tried to pull the man out of her sister's body
.

Just then, Ah Liang suddenly felt someone pushing her, positioning her in the same position as Ruonan. "Yes,
touch me like that, fuck me, don't stop…" Ah Liang lay on the ground, ready to receive the man's penetration.

Sure enough, something that could lick like a man's tongue was inserted into her body. It felt so
good!

But the man was still inside Ruonan! But a woman in the throes of sexual frenzy couldn't think of much else.
Ah Liang accepted the reality behind her. However, she couldn't help but steal a glance back.

What she saw was shocking. Ah Liang discovered that the person who had pushed her down wasn't a man at all! It was
a huge wolfhound with a tuft of white fur on its head. The dog was also erect.

Ah Liang tried to resist, but the dog thrust its penis inside her.

'A dog's external genitalia are inside my body!' Ah Liang was almost stunned.

The base of the dog's penis was extremely swollen, its thickness exactly the same as a 3D man's, and
it was stuck at the woman's vaginal opening. The woman couldn't move at all.

The dog's two front paws pressed against the bed on either side of the woman, preventing her from moving; the dog's chest pressed
against Ah Liang's back, preventing her from getting up. The base of the dog's penis was stuck at the woman's vaginal opening. That
beast , ignorant of human affairs, had even forced the woman's labia minora into her vagina.

Ah Liang felt a cone-shaped dog penis throbbing inside her. One thrust landed on
the fornix of the woman's cervix; the other plunged into the cervix itself. The thrusting made Ah Liang's body and external genitalia itch
. Ah Liang gasped for breath, feeling incredibly comfortable.

The male dog's penis has a large bulge at the base, which fully expands during mating, locking the penis
inside the female dog's vagina. This bulge and the penis can move independently. The hard, tongue-like front half
of the penis can still move freely, constantly contracting and rubbing inside the female dog's vagina until
intercourse is complete, providing pleasure to the female dog.

However, because the bulge doesn't relax or contract according to the dog's will, it
only ; therefore, if an accident occurs during mating and the male dog needs to withdraw its penis, it
's difficult to do so. The two dogs are difficult to separate when they're joined together.

In ancient times, people didn't know the reason, didn't know it was the male dog's helplessness; instead, they thought it was the female dog's shamelessness—
that the female dog's vulva was sucking and refusing to let go. Thus, a metaphor arose: when encountering someone who is stingy and miserly,
they are called "dog-like," meaning the person is stingy, allowing only what is given but not given.

As Ah Liang thought this, her lower body began to leak fluid, soaking her underwear. "Why so much? Could it
be dog semen?" the woman wondered.

Suddenly, the large dog lying on top of her patted her shoulder with its front paw again,
startling . A jolt ran through her, and her erotic dream vanished.

"Sister, what's wrong?" The man selling the shelves returned just then. It took two pats to wake the woman.
Seeing Ah Liang's strange behavior, he pretended not to notice, simply patting her shoulder as before.

The man selling shelves told Ah Liang, "They seem to be here to catch someone cheating. They're going to arrest the woman."

Ah Liang was jolted awake from her daydream, breaking out in a cold sweat. It felt like a needle
was stuck . She wondered if the young man had noticed her abnormality, and if so, what he had noticed? Could he
know the content of the erotic dream she just had? Her cheeks flushed instantly. "Oh, never mind. Okay,
mission . You can go now."

Ah Liang quickly handed the young man a hundred yuan to leave. She not only couldn't let anyone discover her presence here
, but she was also already planning how to explain herself if she encountered these two together again.

"Let me do it. I can help you." The young man was working enthusiastically and was in the middle of it all. He did
n't want to leave. He had even started planning to open a detective agency here.

'The houses not facing the street are cheap. I've already rented one as a dormitory, and I can rent another
as an office. I'll register an "Information Consulting Company" for one yuan. Then I'll distribute business cards to various shops. Future
business will be doing feasibility studies and market analysis for clients. Of course, Chinese shops don't do this, but at least
I can put up small advertisements for clients and gather information on competitors for various shops,' he thought.

"No need. Take the money and get to work."

"Let me do it. Or I don't want this hundred yuan..." the young man said excitedly, "I'll
give you back this fifty. Let's keep an eye on them and make sure those two bad guys don't get away."

"Stop messing around. Take the money and leave."

It was like being in a land of gentlemen; they had money, but nobody wanted it.

"They were planning to kill that woman in the 'Tribulation Hall' inside." The young man's
brain . He saw that the woman had just asked about the 'Tribulation Hall'; the two people she had been following had also come to
the Tribulation Hall, so he guessed that there was some connection between them and made up a lie about wanting to kill someone. Unexpectedly, it worked
on the first try.

"Did they really say that?"

"Of course."

"Then you keep going. If they go into the Tribulation Hall, you pretend to buy something and follow them in. Listen to what
they say. What's your name?" Ah Liang started to worry about her sister.

"Li Tie."

"Li Tie, listen up, don't tell anyone what you saw today. Understand?"

"No problem. We're tight-lipped in this line of work." His inner detective agency was already open for business. This
was his first legitimate job.

"Hurry up and go over there." A-Liang then dialed Ruonan's number again. She saw Ruonan pick up the phone,
glance at the caller ID, and answer.

"Ruonan?" "It's your sister. Turn your face away and don't look around."

Ruonan was puzzled. What was going on? It was all so strange. But she was raised by her sister and listened to her the most
.

"I'm right outside your shop."

"Then come in."

"No. Your husband is also outside your shop."

"Why is he here?" Ruonan was startled and hurriedly looked outside the shop like a thief.

Ruonan's husband, too, was like a thief, quickly hiding behind a tree, not daring to show his face.

"Don't look around," A-Liang said. "I don't know why he came, or how he got here. It seems like he's here to catch his
sister cheating. One of the boiler operators he hired is already in your shop. I don't care what you do, but
this man isn't a good person." A-Liang didn't dare say anything like 'murder,' afraid of scaring her younger sister.

Ruo-Nan was too clever. Hearing her sister's words, she didn't even turn around, but backed up to the old shopkeeper
and loudly asked, "Grandpa, how much is that painting hanging on the wall?"

"Not for sale," the old man said. "

Grandpa said not for sale," Ruo-Nan said to A-Liang over the phone.

"Be careful. I'll keep watch outside for you," A-Liang said into the phone. A-Liang knew, of course, that she
had never had such a "grandfather."

"How about working for my grandpa? If you think it's okay, then work for my grandpa,"
Ruo-Nan said, turning to the 3D man and deliberately leaning against the counter, her back to the customer. But through the reflection in the
display case glass, she saw a man who looked like a boiler operator walk into the store.

The 3D man didn't realize the seriousness of the situation and thought Ruo-Nan was joking, so he joked back,
"It's alright. I'll take it." After saying that, he noticed that Ruo-Nan's expression was off.

Ruo-Nan turned around and came face to face with the boiler operator who had just walked in. "What would you like to order?"
she asked the boiler operator first, then turned to the old shop assistant, "Hey, grandpa, come here and help me sell some things.
I'm going to the restroom."

As she left, she gave the 3D man a wink and a slight but decisive nod.
The man followed her inside.

"What's there to look at?" The old shop assistant blocked the boiler operator's view.

The boiler operator was going through an economic crisis and didn't have much money on him. Knowing he didn't look
like a customer who was going to buy anything, he left dejectedly.

"What are you doing doing scaffolding work at such a young age?" While keeping watch, Ah Liang didn't forget to chat with Li Tie for a few minutes,
while also trying to cover up her earlier indecent appearance.

"Ugh, don't even mention it. I even passed the civil service exam. But I posted something online and got administratively detained.
I lost my job too."

"What kind of post was so powerful? Falsely claiming there was a bomb on a plane?"

"No." " Claiming

to have Ebola on a train?"

"Not that powerful. Just saying a woman was riding in Wang Ziyun's car without clothes on, and then they crashed into an overpass,
killing the man. I said the woman was a prostitute. Everyone forwarded it to Tie, and it made a big fuss."

"What? You wrote that Tie! You bastard! You've ruined me!!!" Ah Liang was so angry that her teeth itched,
thinking about how her good plan had been completely ruined by this rumor. She wanted nothing more than to strangle
this little bastard, Li Tie. She pinched a piece of Li Tie's buttock with her middle and thumb nails,
gritting her teeth and refusing to let go.

"Big sister, no; big sister, no, no, no... it hurts, it hurts... it hurts..." Li Tie said, lifting the pinched
half of his buttock. "Big sister. I know I was wrong. I've changed... changed..."

"I hate you gossipy women! We didn't do anything to you, so why are you spreading these
ridiculous stories about people? What did they do to you? Why are you making such a fuss about them?"

"We just wanted to get attention, we're not bad people. We didn't want to hurt them. Please... please
stop pinching us. Please!"

Ah Liang finally let go. She was already thinking about strangling Li Tie.

If Qiongya found out, they would both be dead! The ordeal Qiongya had suffered this time was something no ordinary person
could endure.

"Sis, was that you who wasn't wearing clothes?" Li Tie said, rubbing his buttocks where he had just
been pinched . The skin was bruised and swollen.

"Nonsense! You're at it again, aren't you?!" A Liang was about to pinch Li Tie's
buttocks , but he dodged it.

"Stop pinching me. I was wrong," Li Tie pleaded. "It wasn't me. It was my friend. I saved her life.
Now she's nowhere to be found. It's all because of you!"

"I've reformed. Otherwise, I wouldn't even be able to get a girlfriend."

"Everyone hates you for spreading rumors, right?"

"No, not really." Li Tie said nonchalantly, with a roguish air, "Which Chinese people don't spread rumors
? Don't think they're all good people! Some people spread rumors way more blatantly than me and get away with it. It's just that after I was arrested
, my mother stormed the police station. When people heard how powerful my mother was, they knew that the relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law would definitely not be good in the future, so
nobody wanted to."

A Liang immediately thought of the scene where she had spread rumors about Qiongya, and her heart pounded with panic, so she stopped talking.

"Look!" Li Tie suddenly exclaimed.

He saw the boiler operator had returned to Ruonan's husband's side and was talking to him. Ruonan's husband, upon hearing this, angrily
tried to rush in, but the boiler operator grabbed him.

"Why are you back? Hurry up and go over there," A-Liang said anxiously, as if she had just noticed Li Tie. "Go quickly
and listen to what they're saying." A-Liang told Li Tie.

A-Liang clearly remembered that Ruonan had already distanced herself from the boiler operator, clarifying that the old man was her grandfather.
Why was Ruonan's husband still so agitated? The boiler operator must have been deliberately keeping the truth from
Ruonan's husband, instead stirring things up. It seemed this person was two-faced, saying one thing to one person and another to another; he was truly
wicked. She had to be careful around him in the future.

Chapter 89

Li Tie walked behind the boiler operator again (he couldn't stand behind Ruonan's husband, because then he would be facing
the boiler operator. Right now, the person who could see him was A Liang's brother-in-law, who was almost driven mad with anger and
had no ability to observe. A man's thinking ability in a fit of rage is only that of a five-year-old child, according to a post on Liuyuan.com by @
a@a. The boiler operator, because he was spreading rumors, was very vigilant).

Even so, Li Tie didn't let the other person see his face. Instead, he stood with his back to the boiler operator and the others. When
someone passed by, he would raise his "tool" and ask, "Want some extra words?" Actually, he
was listening intently to every word the other person said.

"Don't be angry. What's wrong with going to the toilet together! Many women have affairs outside. Sleeping with
this one , playing with that one tomorrow. Your wife is already doing very well by only sleeping with the neighbor. What's his name?" It sounded like he was
advising someone, but he was actually maliciously instigating.

"I don't know. I only know his surname is Wang. He's Old Wang, the neighbor next door. It's too
dangerous to have a neighbor named Old Wang like this," Ruonan's husband said. "Master, I really can't swallow this! Think about it, your wife
lies next to you at night but won't have sex with you. But she can go anywhere with other people, and do whatever she wants with them.
I just got home, and before I could even finish a sentence, she went out with a phone call and got into someone's car. As
soon as she got in she was hugging and kissing him. Such a huge green hat. How am I supposed to live like this!" He forgot that the other person had also witnessed this
scene.

Ruonan's husband continued, "Even if she lets you have sex with her, you can't. Think about it, it's the same place..."
"Someone else has just finished using their things, and you want to put yours back where they just left them.
People these days are so immoral. You don't even know if they cleaned it properly when they came back, or
if there's anything left in there. If you want to do something fancy, like kissing her or
poking her with your stubble like before, it feels like sucking that bastard's penis.
How !"

At first glance, it seems like this man has obsessive-compulsive disorder. But essentially, it's a misinterpretation of marriage, believing that
once two people are married, the other belongs to them forever, both spiritually and physically. Like their own clothes or
shoes , they can't tolerate anyone else touching them.

What is the ideological basis for China's crackdown on prostitution? It's this misinterpretation of marriage by men and women.

With the progress of human society, marriage should not be the only way for the sexes to unite.

Human relationships between the sexes should have at least two forms: "firm marriage" and "
casual relationships.

" "Firm marriage" is similar to the current marriage system, which is encouraged by the government. However, it offers more
options and easier dissolution mechanisms. Unilateral dissolution
is permissible in cases of domestic violence or infidelity. It should also allow either party to engage in minor
sexual activity .

"Casual, non-marital relationships" are similar to cohabitation or one-night stands, but are legally
permitted constitute a formal relationship. Within this system
, if conflicts arise between members of the opposite sex or even within the same sex, there should be a community-based mediation mechanism. The government can also register and protect such relationships if
the parties wish.

Both types of relationships can coexist in one person.

"After she gets home..." the boiler operator whispered in Ruonan's husband's ear. After
rambling for a while, he finally said... "...Let's go back now."

Li Tie hurriedly went back to report. "Look at that guy selling things in the store." He pointed to the 3D man and
said to A Liang, "He's your neighbor, called 'Old Wang of the Gobi,' he's having an affair with your sister..."

"You're talking nonsense." A Liang angrily retorted.

"Ah, no, no. It's not an affair. That guy..." Li Tie then pointed to Ruonan's husband and said,
"He's your sister's husband. Eh?...He's your relative."

"Stop talking nonsense! Tell me quickly."

"His wife is lying next to her husband but refuses to do 'that' with him. And this wife of his, your sister,
can go anywhere with Old Wang, can do whatever she wants with him, but won't let her husband do it."

"You're talking nonsense." A Liang got angry again.

"It wasn't me who said it! It was her husband who said it, okay? If you keep interrupting like this, I won't say anything more."

"Okay, okay. Tell me." A Liang had no choice but to give in.

"Of course, even if she let her husband fuck her, he couldn't. Think about it, in the same place, someone else's
thing has just finished fucking, the semen is still inside, and her husband wants to put it in, shove it in,
insert it, lick it with his tongue (some things weren't said, Li Tie added them himself when he was critiquing others).
How disgusting would that be! Such a huge green hat. How can he live like that!"

"That's still the same thing. Don't say anymore. What else did they say?"

"There's a conspiracy. But they whispered it in my ear. I can't hear them."

"You go ahead, we'll follow them," A Liang said to Li Tie. Then she made a
phone , "Call your husband and tell him I have a shop, and you'll be helping out at my shop these few days.
Come over to my place tonight for a late-night snack before you go home. And you really do come. The key is in the usual place. I'm
going to go check on those two now."

A Liang was obviously trying to help her sister. But she also had a little scheme hidden in her mind.
If her brother-in-law wanted to verify it later... Regardless of whether it was true or not, she could only tell him that the shop belonged to her sister and that man. She
could be a shopkeeper for a day.

A-Liang walked along, lost in thought. The more she thought about it, the more something seemed amiss. 'Ruo-Nan clearly told the boiler operator that
the shop belonged to his grandfather, and that Old
Wang
from the Gobi Desert was a helper she hired. So why was her brother-in-law so furious when he heard that? And why did the boiler operator try so hard to prevent them from meeting? Their sudden turn away at the end was also suspicious; they were probably plotting something.' Back in the city, the boiler operator and Ruo-Nan's husband parted ways.
A-Liang's brother-in-law left by taxi. At this point, A-Liang made a technical mistake due to inexperience; she chose to
follow her brother-in-law. This greatly increased the difficulty of finding Ruo-Nan later.

She followed him all the way to Ruo-Nan's house, watching her husband enter and turn on the lights.

"What are you going to do?" A-Liang asked Li Tie. "It's too late now. It'll be too late to get back to the crematorium. Do you have
anywhere ? I'll take you home."

"I can't go home. I'm afraid of my mom." "

There are no cars now, and taxis don't want to go out of town at this time. I have things to do at home, and I need to
get home quickly. How about I give you another hundred yuan? Do you have your ID card? Just find a small hotel for the night and
leave early tomorrow morning."

"We haven't discussed our next steps yet," Li Tie reminded her.

"Our business is over. It's none of your concern," A Liang said.

"How can it be over? Think about it, the boiler operator clearly heard your sister working normally, but when he
told your brother-in-law, he immediately turned on her! He even said your sister cheated on him. What does that mean?
It means the boiler operator wasn't telling your brother-in-law the truth at all. He was using him."

"That makes sense. Go on."

"Your sister needs to explain herself when she gets home, right? If she leaves in the morning and comes back at night, your
brother-in-law can't say anything; but if she stays out overnight, even at your place, then she's in big trouble."

"My sister wouldn't stay out overnight so easily. You don't need to worry about this."

"Then when your sister gets to your house later, I can explain it to you."

"Can you sleep on the sofa tonight?"

"No problem."

"Do you have lice? I'm a clean freak."

"I shower every day. You can smell me, I don't smell at all." Li Tie deliberately raised an arm,
opened his newly grown hairy armpit, and leaned against the woman.

"Alright. Let's go." Ah Liang finally accepted Li Tie.

Ruonan was in a hurry to go to her sister's house, and her original plan to "eat" a man's penis every Sunday was ruined.
She left the crematorium a day early, in the middle of the night.

"Old Wang from the Gobi Desert," our 3D man, escorted her all the way to her sister's door, watching her
find the house key in a secluded spot, open the door, and then left.

Ruonan was startled when she entered. Behind the large glass curtain wall, the shadows of trees swayed, and an electric mosquito repellent flickered
with a ghostly blue light. A bald man was dozing in a wicker chair in the sunroom.

This sunroom was two stories high with three glass curtain walls. One was on the first floor facing the living room;
another was a two-story-high glass exterior wall facing due south, allowing sunlight to enter; and the third
was on the second floor, the wall of the bedroom, with a small door
connecting . There was also a platform at the entrance with a wicker table and two wicker chairs.

"Ah Liang is back?" the man said, waking up and turning his back to Ruonan.

"I'm Ruonan, her sister," Ruonan said as she changed her shoes. She knew this man was her sister's '
boyfriend .'

Just then, Wang Ma brought the man a cup of coffee.

The man turned around and saw Ruonan. "Ah Liang's coffee is always so good," he said with a double meaning.

"My sister will be back soon," Ruonan said. She had seen Director Wang of the Provincial Party Committee on TV before.

Just then, Ah Liang returned with Li Tie. "You haven't eaten yet, have you? I brought you some shumai
." She had bought some late-night snacks on the way. "Oh my, what brings you here?" Unexpectedly, Director Wang was here too
. Ah Liang stroked Director Wang's bald head happily.

If it were a wife, she certainly wouldn't be this happy to see her husband. This is also an important reason why mistresses are favored
. Compared to the wife's indifference, mistresses will throw themselves into the man's arms with deep affection.

"I brought the boiled fish from Daban Village. A new product, a new way of cooking. It's especially delicious," Ruonan said.

"Give it to Wang Ma, have her put it in a bowl to heat it up and then bring it to the sunroom," her sister said.

"It seems like we haven't eaten enough," Ah Liang said to Li Tie. "Here's a hundred yuan. Go out the main gate, turn right, and
there's a 24-hour tea and snack shop 30 meters away. Buy whatever you like." She knew the man had something to do, so she sent Li Tie away
first .

"It's almost ten o'clock. I'll go out and check things out. I'll also make a phone call." Although Ruonan was eager to ask what
was going on , the sensible girl saw her sister's absent-mindedness and knew that Director Wang was the main character now. She
made an excuse to leave temporarily.

After everyone had left, Ah Liang went to Director Wang's side, gave him a deep kiss, and then
wrapped her his neck and sat in his lap.

"Did you miss me?" the man teased after Ruonan left.

The two kissed while exploring each other's key parts.

"Ah..." the woman let out a soft moan. Clearly, the man had touched the right spot.

"No. Why would I want to think about you?" Ah Liang stroked the man's nearly bald head and replied, "There are three
newly listed companies, M588794671, Alanchan, and GXG2098.
Their performance is good. I had them register 120,000 original shares under your name. It's not a large number,
less than a penny per share. But they'll be worth two or three dollars as soon as they go public, and maybe more than ten dollars in two or three years." "

But they're not mine. You can take them whenever you need them." Ah Liang's words were excellent. They not only
indicated who owned these assets and that she wasn't 'greedy,' but also constantly affirmed the special relationship
between .

Depending on the person, sometimes you can only get money by saying you don't want it first.

Some women are like dogs; once something goes in, it can't come out. Men are naturally
always .

"I don't need any of this. It's all yours. Use it to deal with Ziyun's child first. Give her
as much as . I'll give you more if it's not enough. Hey, your sister is pretty good."

"She's already married. Don't you dare make a move on her!" "Heh. What's there to be afraid of now that she's married? She still does it all the time. It doesn't matter who does it. It's all the same whether it happens

more or less ." "Shall I go ask her for you?" A-Liang said deliberately. She knew that at least for now, the director wouldn't dare to agree. "Forget it. Asking her would just be fooling me. I came here because your city's police are having a big operation tonight. They say it 's a crackdown on prostitution, but actually they're looking for a female police officer, who is very likely the one who's pregnant with Ziyun's child. The operation is about to end . I have to hurry back." "Let me tell you, don't you dare make a move on Ruonan," A-Liang said. "Hehe. What if she offered herself to me? It's just a small thing between a brother-in-law and sister-in-law." "Dream on!" "I have to go," the man said. "I haven't eaten yet. What's the rush?" While flirting, Ah Liang felt her genitals sending out signals of desire for a man. She looked around to make sure no one was watching, then parted one of the man's legs and straddled him. She leaned forward, letting the man's thigh press against her clitoris, bringing a tingling, pleasurable sensation. "Stay one night. What's wrong with leaving tomorrow morning? You only come once every few weeks, why are you leaving again?" "I still have to leave. Does this even work?" The man was referring to the woman rubbing against his leg. Such an elegant woman making such an incongruous movement must mean her body desperately needed a man. "If it doesn't work, will you stay? Of course." "How about we have a quickie?" "Here?" "What's wrong with that? Let's have a romantic time." "No." The woman thought for a moment and said, "Your time is too long. My sister is in trouble. I need to talk to her and then take her home. You can just stay here, right? I don't like things to be so casual. If we're going to do it, we should do it properly." "Absolutely not. The situation is very tense right now. How about this? Get ready. I'll come tomorrow night. I need to deal with some issues in your city for the next two days ." "Eat a couple of bites. Warm up before you go. Don't go out and catch a cold," Ah Liang said. Chapter 90 In China's "abnormal" male-female relationships, "mistresses" and "confidantes" (both male and female) account for a certain proportion and play a very important role. Some mistresses are very greedy, like a gluttonous beast (pronounced: Taotie. A fictional animal in ancient China. Always wanting to eat).

(Things.) She's never satisfied, always demanding money. Ah Liang, at least on the surface, seems very loyal. And her
sexual desires are genuine; she doesn't despise older men. Most importantly, she's beautiful, yet doesn't demand
complete possession of the man. However, tonight's situation has escalated. This isn't good for anyone. (We'll
see the consequences of greed below.)

Ah Liang's position is somewhere between a 'mistress' and a 'confidante.' Both 'mistresses' and 'confidantes'
have to offer themselves; the difference lies in the word 'loyalty.' Some mistresses also have loyalty, but the order is
property , then loyalty. Because they don't have a stable source of income and rely on the man for support, their words don't
carry as much weight; confidantes, or lovers, don't depend on the man for survival, so they prioritize loyalty
and have more choice in their sexual relationships. They can even say "no."

Of course, mistresses and lovers are both victims and perpetrators. From this perspective,
the so-called 'anti-prostitution' campaign is a complete joke. Even according to the feudal theories of those who crack
down on prostitution, it's unreasonable to target only ordinary people while ignoring the high-class
prostitutes who cause far greater harm; to target the victims while ignoring the perpetrators at the top.

The reason for not targeting high-class prostitutes isn't anything else; excuses like "too difficult to catch" are just that—excuses. The
fundamental reason is that anti-prostitution campaigns are usually initiated and carried out by those who patronize these high-class prostitutes;
or those who keep mistresses are often the superiors and colleagues of those carrying out the campaigns, making it impossible to crack down on
them.

This is why, despite the constant exposure of cases involving mistresses and concubines, no
anti-prostitution campaigns have emerged; instead, they are all covered up. On the other hand,
anti-prostitution campaigns targeting only ordinary people have never stopped, and are becoming increasingly intense. It's as if
this law and moral code can only ever harm ordinary people, and have nothing to do with these parasites. Even when
some mistresses or concubines are occasionally exposed, it's merely a byproduct of anti-corruption efforts.

While China has been launching wave after wave of crackdowns on prostitution targeting ordinary citizens, it has never
once a campaign against prostitution among its leadership. Not even once.

However, the reality is that these insatiable mistresses are essentially
dangerous . They damage the government's reputation and disrupt the normal operation of the state apparatus. This is extremely
dangerous. Their harm far exceeds that of ordinary citizens' prostitution, gambling, and drugs.

Although the crackdowns on prostitution target ordinary citizens and don't immediately reach the level of mistresses, confidantes, or
lovers , their appetites are far greater than those of ordinary streetwalkers,
and their harm to society is far greater. To better understand the situation during this period, we will use the cases of Wang Shou*,
Gu Jun*, and Huang* to illustrate the actual situation of prostitution in China at that time.

A significant danger posed by these high-level prostitutes is that even as victims, they also possess a
greedy side. If corrupt officials cannot satisfy their mistresses' desires, or if they fall in love with other women, these officials or
those associated with them may resort to extreme measures such as whistleblowing to expose their own prostitution. Such cases are numerous. People
even refer to mistresses and extramarital affairs as "a sharp sword against corruption," sometimes boasting the highest success rate
among various anti-corruption methods. Typical examples include the corruption cases of Navy Vice Admirals Wang Shou* and Gu Jun*, and Huang's adultery case.

In military corruption, embezzlement and the exploitation of women are inextricably linked. For instance, Vice Admiral
Gu Jun*, Wang Shou*'s successor, once brazenly declared, "I've slept with every decent woman in the military!" What
audacity! You can imagine what that meant!

Before they are brought to justice, if you see a dashing female soldier in the People's Liberation Army, while you perceive her in her military uniform as incredibly sacred, this sacred female soldier has most likely already been possessed, exploited, and raped by men like
Gu Jun* .
Beneath their uniforms, those beautiful, feminine bodies
likely already bore the mark of Gu Jun's demonic clutches. Their sensual lips, full breasts; shapely
thighs , rounded buttocks; lovely vulvas, delicate labia; fair skin, sparse pubic hair; in short,
everything about them had been meticulously, shamelessly
, and even wantonly manipulated by those high-ranking officers.

You can imagine the trouble that would ensue if these generals saw a particularly attractive female soldier and developed a 'liking'
for her. An ordinary man, seeing a beautiful woman and being attracted, might
at most He
might even be called a "pervert" if he was unhappy. But once Lieutenant General Gu saw her, she had no chance of escape; if
the superior took a liking to her, he would immediately send someone to summon her for a talk.

During the conversation, the woman must clearly state who she is, why she is there, what payment she will receive (for prostitution),
and the consequences of disobedience (threats). Then, the beautiful, seemingly
ethereal girls, cherished by their parents and revered as goddesses, are forced
to undress and sleep with these middle-aged men. At this point, they have lost all
the reserve and pride that girls, or even women, should possess. No matter how pure or lovely they are normally, they can only
perform , offering their breasts and genitals for their pleasure.

This means that once these older men have their eye on them, these female soldiers or officers have no choice
but to take off their uniforms and serve these corrupt officials. They can only stand naked and shyly follow
their instructions, posing in different ways; offering their most precious possessions to these older men,
allowing them to touch, lick, and abuse them.

There is no flirting involved in this process. Otherwise, Minister Gu couldn't have
"slept with every decent woman in the military" in just a few years.

You can even imagine that after arresting Wang Shou*, another Gu Jun* emerged; who knows
who else he might arrest next?! If that person isn't absent, but simply hasn't been caught yet, how can you
guarantee the imposing, beautiful, and pure-hearted female PLA soldier standing before you hasn't been
played with or favored by her superiors, those high-ranking officers?

Another example is that Comrade Huang, a central leader at the time, also took a liking to an actress in the Nanjing Military Region's cultural troupe,
who was also the captain of the troupe's dance team and a married dancer. After a performance, Huang was
greatly aroused by the woman's wonderful performance and graceful figure. Even after being told that she was
married still felt it necessary to talk to her. Their conversation eventually led to their bed.

It is said that when Comrade Huang requested to watch a dance alone, the cultural troupe fully understood
his intentions, but Comrade Huang's rank was too high, and no one could stop him. They could only secretly
arrange things behind the woman's husband's back, creating opportunities for the two of them in private.

When the leader mobilized, the woman knew that the two had absolutely nothing in common and that the meeting was solely for
one purpose. However, she was "wise and understanding," and knowing the final outcome, she still agreed to
the leader's request.

After the woman performed an impromptu dance for the leader in the room, he became very interested and asked to
see what kind of body could produce such a good dance. Then everything that followed fell into place. Since the clothes
were already off, and with such a great figure, it wouldn't be fair to leave her husband to enjoy it all alone. That would be
too wasteful, wouldn't it? Anyway, the old leader didn't care whether the woman had slept with other men, so the two inevitably had sex
on the spot .

The elderly man and the exquisite woman rolled together on the sheets. This process was called "rolling in the sheets" in Chinese at a certain
stage .

Unexpectedly, this woman danced so well. Her performance in bed was also perfect. Professionalism is professionalism
; the benefits are hard to explain in a few words.

Comrade Huang* is old, and his wife is no longer usable (we can understand this). His usual sexual
needs are met by a special nurse. However, the special nurse is older, of average appearance, does her job perfunctorily, and
is too passive. He doesn't get to choose who he goes to; it's always the same two. He doesn't even know how to change.
Usually, he only calls the nurse when he has the need; there isn't a single one who is more proactive or open-minded.

"Is there something you need, sir?" they would ask.

"Hehe, here..."

Then, Shuangfang silently took off his clothes and quietly carried out his business. Finally, the woman put on her clothes and left quietly, just as
quietly as she had come. There was no passion or impulse.

This dancing woman, however, was different. She was so engrossed in the act that her buttocks were dripping with oil. In the heat of the moment,
she cried out Her elastic body and beautiful face were unforgettable.

Now, a problem arose. Comrade Huang* was not satisfied after one round and thought that the woman was too good
! He couldn't let go. He even wanted to bring that woman to Beijing to have sex with her a few more times. Because this action was too obvious,
almost everyone knew about it. Now, the woman's husband was not happy.

The woman's husband was also from the Nanjing Military Region and was a mid-level leader; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to marry the dance
team leader. Due to his special position, he was fully aware of this matter. If someone had sex with his wife and
stopped immediately after one round, that would be fine. He could pretend not to see it, since the other party was a high-ranking official.
Besides, it wasn't like he wasn't going to pay her. This kind of thing isn't uncommon; it's happened far too often.
He understands that it's a dangerous job,

but who can tolerate it repeatedly? His home is practically a brothel.
Everything's fine , they've agreed to sleep together one night. Then suddenly a phone call, and the woman is summoned to Beijing. You have no idea
how many men are there taking advantage of her, how they're doing it, how long it lasts, or how much they're paying.

The man wants to persuade his wife to ignore it, to refuse, but she's tasted the pleasure and insists
on going.

So, whenever the man is alone at home, all he sees is his wife stripped naked in her military uniform, or
wearing barely covering her body—just underwear he usually only sees—lying naked on the bed,
being violated by one or more strange men. He knows

his wife's nature best. Don't even mention that old man; even several young men could take her
body and derive immense pleasure from it.

So the man imagined a miniature film playing out before his eyes: how she, so impeccably dressed,
entered the old man's office, guided by a committee member from Beijing, thousands of miles away; how she flirted, how her body reacted,
how she begged for sex, how she removed layers of clothing, how she moaned, how she behaved;
even how those strange men forced his wife to dance nude, how they pulled her legs and made her
fall onto the bed, then twisted her body and made her roll around on the bed and floor;
how her lower abdomen trembled violently; how her genitals produced copious amounts of love fluid; how she shook her
disheveled hair, crossed her bare legs, and tightly hugged the man who was penetrating her, refusing to let go; all of this
seemed to happen clearly before his eyes.

'She's fallen in love with those old men. What am I then?' the husband thought.

The dance captain's husband was right.

Whenever this happened, those stunningly beautiful women, usually so haughty and aloof, would expose
their most private parts, allowing older men to poke and grope their bodies as if handling
exquisite antiques; they would even feign intense sexual desire, appearing to be enjoying themselves
immensely , moaning and groaning incessantly.

In reality, it was an exchange of interests: beautiful women traded sex for material benefits; powerful older
men used their wealth to buy sex. This process is colloquially known as "prostitution." Only the "prostitutes"
were more attractive, and the "patrons" paid more.

This phenomenon of "prostitution" had never been eradicated. Even when this book was being written, it remained so. Even

a clay figure has a rustic side; this man, a mid-level officer in the military, couldn't stand being constantly subjected to these kinds of scandalous
scenes .

So Huang* was reported by the other woman's husband for "breaking up a military marriage," and a lawsuit was filed all the way to the Central Military Commission.
Because the other woman had a valid case, it almost caused Huang* a huge embarrassment and a huge uproar. In the end,
the Central the chain of command and send the husband the rank of major general, and increase his salary from 6,000 to 16,000. In other words, he was given both a rank
and a salary. Only then was the matter settled.

And that Comrade Huang*, despite causing such a huge incident, has yet to face any punishment. The reason
is that at the time, from the central government to the local levels, from the top to the bottom, everyone was doing the same thing. If
the upper beam is crooked , the lower beam will be crooked too; if things continued like this, in a few more years, this party and this country would be finished. Fortunately,
someone intervened later. A fundamental requirement for managing others is that you yourself cannot make the same mistakes. Previously
, no one in charge could even do this.

During that period, the most prominent corruption at the top of the party and the country included embezzlement, bribery, womanizing, and
illegally arranging for one's own children to hold important party and state positions. These severely corrupted the country and
had developed to a very frightening level. If you have any analytical ability, you will find that
the root of corruption during this period all points in one direction. Fortunately, a strong anti-corruption campaign followed.
Before the continuous crackdown on corrupt officials, people were truly worried about the fate of the country.

Minister Wang was exactly like that; he not only had a high military rank, but also money! A lot of money. He had five regular mistresses.
How did he acquire these women? What consequences would this have? Let's take
Jiang Mouwen, as an example.

Jiang Mouwen was originally an actress in the Nanjing Military Region's Frontline Cultural Troupe. Young and beautiful, she was a key member of the troupe. She was
specially recruited into the army by the troupe. This special recruitment meant that these employing units, such as cultural troupes, confidential departments, telephone
operators, and medics, would recruit underage soldiers outside of the regular conscription period, sometimes even bypassing the
local .

These soldiers, only fifteen or sixteen years old, included both men and women. The only requirements were a good figure, a pretty face, smooth and fair
skin , no diseases or body odor, and ambition (this was particularly important; with ambition, the
constraints of feudalistic thinking would be much less, making them easier to manage).

After arriving in the army, these young people were quickly handed over to veteran soldiers for training. The veterans made
no this exposure, they quickly accepted
the idea that "being favored by superiors is not shameful, but rather an excellent opportunity for promotion and wealth." They even yearn for the day when they too can
have their own opportunity. Later, they will receive various forms of affection, progressing from unit leaders to higher-level leaders,
and then to even higher-ranking officials. Until they grow old, their beauty fades, and they find someone else to marry; or they are redeemed by
a client .

Jiang Mouwen's performing arts troupe was considered one of the stronger ones among the various performing arts troupes in the Chinese military. One function of these
troupes is exactly the same as that of those targeted by the government's crackdown on prostitution.
In cases of high-level prostitution, performing arts groups have always been a major target. Therefore, some people later clamored for the "abolition of
performing arts troupes ." However, abolishing performing arts troupes is not advisable. That's short-sighted. Moreover,
the most severely affected high-level party, government, and military organs are not performing arts troupes, but rather confidential departments, communications troops, and the special care system in hospitals. Can you shut down all
these organs and branches of the military?

For example, ordinary people typically seek sex services in hair salons and massage parlors; can you therefore
shut down all massage parlors and hair salons? Ban them and prevent them from operating?

Besides, historically, performing troupes, such as the Caotang Opera Troupe and the Tianqiao Storytelling Troupe, were not exactly
clean places; they were simply there for mutual benefit.

The reason why members of performing arts troupes are so captivating is not only because of their beautiful faces and figures, but also because of their
brilliant performances. We often see this phenomenon in our daily lives. For instance, if your workplace holds
an event and a normally unremarkable girl performs an outstanding program, everyone who sees her performance
will look at her differently. Her value will immediately increase significantly. After the performance, when she returns to the office, the
room shines brightly, everyone praises her, and the room feels brighter than usual. People no longer see
her as the ugly duckling, but as a princess beside them.

At this point, some people might have impure thoughts, even fantasizing about her; but you can't therefore call that girl
a "harlot." Perhaps someone will reach out to lay a hand on her. Even infidelity can occur. But the one who should be
condemned is the one who extends the evil hand, not the one who cancels all future performances or prevents his wife
from going to work.

Once, a woman woke up early and started arguing with her husband, finding fault with everything he did. Her husband,
impatient, asked, "What have I done to you?"

The woman said, "You were naked with other women, behaving indecently, it was disgusting! I saw it all!"

The man said, "Heaven and earth bear witness! I have never done such a thing! Where did you see it?"

"I saw it in my dream last night," the woman said righteously.

Who is truly more despicable?

The performing arts troupe is merely a unit for entertaining people in peacetime and boosting morale in wartime. To "crack down on prostitution," we must
address the root causes and arrest those who are corrupt. We cannot turn it into a tool for persecuting people and destroying their livelihoods.

Once, Minister Wang saw Jiang Mouwen while watching a performance by a frontline performing arts troupe. The woman was the host that time.
Her already impeccable figure was accentuated by the crisp military uniform; her already stunning
face, enhanced by makeup, possessed an even more captivating charm; and when hosting a program, she was eloquent and poised,
her words flowing like a river, her presence radiating charisma. If you, watching from the audience, were unmoved, you were no human being. The woman had
instantly captivated Minister Wang.

Old Wang had seen her perform when he was a junior officer, and it had given him a real erection, but unfortunately, his
rank wasn't high enough then. He could only harbor a grand ambition: to sleep with this woman, or he wouldn't be a man.

This time, seeing her perform again, Old Wang was the Minister in charge of infrastructure, a major general, a highly sought-after figure. Although this
was his first time, his ambition to seduce a female member of the performing arts troupe was already firmly established. After the performance, Old Wang immediately used
proper channels to request leave for the girl, inviting Jiang Mouwen, who hadn't even had time to remove her makeup, into his guesthouse
room to express his gratitude. The troupe's car, which had brought the girl, was still waiting outside, its engine still running.

"What year did you join the army?" Minister Wang asked first. That's how military personnel usually start conversations.

Unexpectedly, this woman was also looking for her other half; she wasn't doing it for fame or fortune, but genuinely
seeking a husband. Despite having many suitors, she wasn't content to marry an ordinary mid-level
officer in the military (the inevitable fate of many military actors), wasting her
life . Although she came from an ordinary family and lived a very simple life, she longed for a...
A brighter future awaited her.

For Jiang Mouwen, the man before her, though older, was wealthy and held a high military rank
. While there were plenty of lieutenant colonels and junior officers in the army, the number of generals was fixed. If those above didn't advance, those below
couldn't. This was a hurdle most people couldn't overcome. Once crossed, one's career would be smooth sailing. Furthermore, she
knew the man's marriage was troubled (they later divorced), and he had two daughters, both
living abroad. This was widely known within the military. Therefore, she believed she could entrust herself to him.

Chapter 91

: Previously, Jiang Mouwen had tried to find a husband with a higher rank, but they were all married, and
suitable men were all of low rank, with no guarantee of promotion—such luck was rare.
Those with high ranks were already married. So, she was quite old and still unmarried. Now, an opportunity presented itself.

"Reporting, sir, soldier of ** year,"

the girl answered, standing at attention. Her small chest was puffed out. Her posture was extremely straight, her lower back even concave
. This was the result of daily training and morning exercises.

"Sit down. Sit down."

The leader immediately and very kindly patted the girl's shoulder, inviting her to sit down. Being so close to
a beautiful girl, a stunning beauty, a long-admired goddess, was a pleasure even for a man
over fifty . If you were to pat a graceful female host's
shoulder without status, you'd likely be met with a shrug and a look of disdain. This was a
relatively civilized reaction.

"Thank you, leader."

Jiang Mouwen sat down again, her hands on her knees, her small frame still ramrod straight.

"I invited you here today, firstly because your performance was excellent, and I wanted to give you some recognition. This few thousand yuan
is for you to buy some health supplements. Take it. Also, besides, how about I treat you to a meal sometime?"

After the girl sat down with a serious expression, Minister Wang stammered. It was his first time,
and he found it difficult to speak.

He knew he wouldn't be so reserved after doing this kind of thing so often.

But the girl was worldly-wise; this wasn't the first time she'd encountered such a situation. It's just that the others who had targeted her
hadn't been exposed yet. "Sir, please tell me your requests,"

the girl clearly opened the door for Wang Shou*.

"Do you think we could... develop a little friendship?"

After all, there were people and cars waiting outside from his unit, and Minister Wang was actually a little embarrassed.

"..."

Jiang Mouwen felt this person was someone she could rely on. "Does the lord mean he wants that kind of thing to happen?"

the girl deliberately probed.

"Yes, yes."

Wang Shou* hadn't expected the girl to be so clever and direct. As he spoke, the man, over fifty, reached for the girl's
full breasts.

"Sir,"

Jiang Mouwen pressed down on the lord's hand on her chest to stop it from moving, "but I have a few
requests ..."

"Tell me, as long as I can do it,"

the lord assured her.

"First, I want to be transferred to Beijing."

"Too many people want to go to Beijing, that might be difficult."

"Then I'll go back to my dorm."

"No, I'll figure something out for you tomorrow. There might be a few openings this year, but everyone's eyeing them."

"Second, I'm serious. If we date, and you get divorced, you must marry me."

"No problem."

The woman then unbuttoned her blouse and pulled her hand, which had been resting on her chest through her clothes,
inside her bra.

It was a pair of warm, full, and elastic breasts. The small nipples were already hard and
erect , as if welcoming new guests. It was these breasts that, during the performance just now,
had pushed the chest of her military uniform high, making everyone watching the show drool. Of course, only one person could have them tonight.
Letting the man touch them first was a deposit for tonight.

Wang Shou* was eager to kiss the girl's lips, but the woman stopped him. "I'll have the car go back first,"

she said. The woman retouched her clothes, straightened her slightly wrinkled garments, and smoothed her hair.
Only after confirming everything was alright did she go out and tell the driver that she had something to do and would be leaving later. The car could go back now.

Jiang Mouwen's actions undoubtedly told the driver, her superiors, and colleagues, "She agreed to
have ." Otherwise, others would call to inquire about the situation, and if she refused, she could use the excuse of "someone called me
to do something" to leave.

"Have a good time,"

the driver said, driving back to report.

After this, relying on his power and position as a rear admiral and Minister of Infrastructure in the Navy, Old Wang indeed transferred the woman to the Beijing
Navy compound, arranging for her to work in a confidential department.

He rented another apartment for her so she wouldn't have to live in the dormitory, making it much easier for the two of them to visit each other. After work,
Old Wang often spent the night in this apartment. This meant that this woman was now exclusively mine (they
weren't married because Lao Wang had another family and wasn't divorced yet). She had "reformed"; all the other
corrupt officials and crooked generals should leave her alone. She belonged to me, she was my property.

The two began a clandestine marriage. Unlike Lao Wang's manipulative attitude towards women, the woman was
genuinely sincere. Soon after, Jiang Mouwen, not yet thirty, gave birth to a son for Wang Shou*. This
overjoyed Wang Shou*, who already had two daughters.

Jiang Mouwen was also very satisfied with this period of life. In a diary entry, she wrote, "Honey, today is
February 14th, Valentine's Day. We don't have any plans. We'll just go home as usual, cook, eat, and
go to bed… Of course, things won't go smoothly. I'll still bicker with you, as usual, because you didn't cook for me,
didn't mop the floor, didn't brush your teeth or wash your face before bed, etc…" "Maybe it's because we
're already husband and wife. Happiness shines through our ordinary lives. We won't exchange gifts for Valentine's Day,
like flowers or chocolates, because you know I'm reluctant to spend that. I'd think buying some fruit would be more
appropriate. We also won't go to the movies for Valentine's Day, because I still can't bear to, it feels impractical.
I feel that as long as I'm with you, it doesn't matter where we are. It's better to lie at home and watch on the computer, and if…"
"It means I can still take advantage of you." "I've never asked
you to do anything special on Valentine's Day or my birthday, even though I sometimes complain that you're not romantic. I know
I really don't need that, because I feel like every day is Valentine's Day when I'm with you,
every day is a special day. Besides, even if you buy me a gift, you still have to get the money from me, because
I control the family finances, right? That's too much trouble." "Honey, we've been dating for four whole years
now . I just thought about all the playful arguments and bickering, and it's quite interesting. When I
talk about you with my colleagues, they all say I bully you, and I think that's really wonderful!" Although it was his own son,
he couldn't admit it. A naval deputy commander's position would be in jeopardy if he had an illegitimate child. To
cover it up , Wang Shou* had Jiang Mouwen lie and say the child was the result of her affair with another man.

However, Jiang Mouwen didn't expect that Wang Shou* didn't keep his promise; he
didn't intend to marry Jiang Mouwen as his mistress. Before Jiang Mouwen's own marriage was even settled, Wang Shou* had already
taken in four or five more mistresses.

The generally accepted account of Wang Shou*'s mistresses is that three were female members of a cultural troupe and two were female confidential clerks.
In other words , Jiang Mouwen's "bedmates" came from the General Political Department's Cultural Troupe, the Beijing Military Region's Cultural Troupe,
a confidential clerk from the Party Committee of the Army Military Academy, and a confidential clerk from the General Logistics Department's First Office. They were all younger than Jiang Mouwen.

Moreover, Jiang Mouwen's trump card, the son she bore for him, was no longer as appealing.
Central leader Jia Qing*, even in his seventies, had a naval officer who bore him a son. However, that
naval officer only asked for a large sum of money and never made any demands for a promotion.

Wang Shou*'s thinking also changed at this point. He felt that Jiang Mouwen was too "troublesome" and too controlling
. He felt she wasn't as easy to manage as the younger mistresses he had later found. Most importantly, this
corrupt official was later promoted by the navy!

After Wang Shou* was promoted to Deputy Commander of the Navy in 2001, he planned to break up with Jiang and demanded
custody of their son.

Seeing no hope of a formal promotion, Jiang heard that Wang Shou* had been promoted to Vice Admiral and Deputy Commander of the Navy. Seeing his
actions, she knew he wouldn't keep his promises. Frustrated and angry, she agreed to break up with Wang Shou* and
remarry. Otherwise, dragging it out would not only make things difficult but also age her prematurely, wasting her youth and leading
to lifelong regret.

Wang Shou* also wanted to break up, but what he valued most was the son he had with Jiang. This child had the advantage of
a father who could provide future connections and the advantages of a mother's natural beauty; most importantly, he was
the only heir who could carry on his Wang family line. Therefore, he proposed to raise the son. Jiang said she could relinquish custody of the son, as having a child would make remarriage difficult. However, she demanded 5 million yuan

as compensation for her lost youth and a breakup fee. Wang Shou* only agreed to give 1 million yuan. The two had been haggling for years without reaching an agreement. In desperation, Jiang Mouwen decided to report Wang Shou* to the Central Military Commission leadership. "If you won't let me have my way, neither will you." Initially, Wang Shou* didn't take Jiang's words as a threat, believing himself powerful and influential, with money already spent by higher-ups, and that no one could touch him. Unexpectedly, the woman pressed him relentlessly, and eventually, their eight-year affair was exposed. This is where Old Wang went wrong: you embezzled over 300 million yuan in military funds, of which 160 million yuan was verified. After your arrest, in your Beijing and Nanjing residences alone, 52 million yuan in cash ; 2.5 million US dollars were hidden in a Siemens washing machine. There were also over 50 million yuan in a slush fund account in your office. Tens of millions in cash, and you wouldn't even notice five million. And this was given to your lover, who you lived with for eight years and who bore you a son, or rather, the mother of your son. And that dirty money, even if it could produce offspring, you wouldn't need those offspring. On the contrary, giving the money would keep you family, leaving yourself a way out; at least you wouldn't become enemies. Old Wang was probably afraid of being extorted again, or he was deliberately being stubborn . But what did it matter? How could a deputy commander of the navy act like a child? Old Wang was really stubborn. Not only did he refuse to give the money, but he even got angry and threatened to kill him, "I'm the deputy commander of the navy, who am I afraid of? A mere member of a cultural troupe like you?" This momentary lapse in judgment ruined his promising future. Jiang was worried about being silenced by Wang, so he not only went to the Central Military Commission and the Navy Headquarters to complain, but also colluded with two other disfavored mistresses of Wang Shou* to write a joint letter of complaint to the Politburo of the Central Committee. After 58 complaints, the complaint was finally approved, attracting the attention of relevant departments, and an investigation was launched. Wang Shou*, a lieutenant general, thus became one of the highest-ranking military officers investigated since the founding of the People's Republic of China. This isn't the whole story. Did you think Jiang Mouwen succeeded by bringing down Wang Shouye? Did she get revenge? Was she smug? Things are definitely not that simple. Afterwards, several women connected to Wang Shouye were investigated by the organization. Jiang Mouwen, in particular, was subjected to a thorough investigation due to her deep involvement. Back then, after Jiang was transferred to Beijing, Wang Shouye had already spent a considerable amount of money on her, buying her property, cars, and other assets. Now, although Jiang was Wang's whistleblower, since most of her property, cars, and other assets were acquired with funds embezzled by Wang Shouye, it was only natural that would be seized by the Central Military Commission's Discipline Inspection Commission. During the two years of intense reporting, she was completely unaware of transferring assets. Some say that the phrase "a fight to the death" best describes the relationship between Wang Shouye and Jiang Mouwen. Wang Shouye was disgraced and lost everything; while Jiang Mouwen's assets, gained through her association with a high-ranking official, will also be handed over to the military, a heavy blow to her as well. What needs to be understood is that it is precisely this group of people, it is people like them, who organize and carry out a special "anti-prostitution" campaign specifically targeting ordinary people. Isn't that a huge joke! Let's not talk about them anymore. "What information have you found about Wang Ziyun's girlfriend?" Director Wang wanted to get down to business first. "Not yet. I hired a private investigator to handle this. The one who went out to buy things just now." A-Liang successfully attributed the work done for her to Li Tie under a man's name. She was clever; this seemingly simple statement...

The superfluous words would soon prove crucial.

"The police are looking for her too. The top leader gave a death order. It concerns a national defense project; we must
find . Tonight's operation was actually for her. I heard someone saw
her in a brothel. I'm afraid her unborn child is in grave danger."

"I'm trying to figure something out. Wait a few days. Do you have a photo of her? Mine are all surveillance screenshots."

After Wang Ziyun's incident, Director Wang secretly obtained the surveillance footage from the International Seamen's Club
and gave it to A-Liang. This was the footage Guo Lili was forced to watch when she was raped.

Just then, Li Tie returned. Wang Ma also brought over the reheated food. A-Liang called Ruonan over.
"Wang Ma, eat with us too."

A friendly late-night snack began.

While eating, A-Liang showed Li Tie a photo of Qiongya.

"I think I just saw this person. But I can't remember where,"

Li Tie said thoughtfully.

Director Wang and A-Liang both put down their chopsticks, staring intently at Li Tie.

"Think carefully. Besides the crematorium, where else have you been?"

Ah Liang asked.

"Where have I been?" Detective Li Tie was still racking his brains. Although the time hadn't been long,
it his good memory, he couldn't recall it immediately.

Research shows that in big cities, a person sees an average of about a thousand people every day. Remembering
and recalling these people isn't easy. Moreover, the essence of memory lies not only in memorizing
but also in quickly retrieving and extracting information.

This method of storing information in bulk is called rote memorization, which is what humans excel at. However, scientific research requires
not bulk storage and retrieval, but rather partial storage and retrieval; large-scale scanning, linking similar information, and random
selection. This is where Chinese people excel.

For example, if you are shown photos of a hundred people in a very short time, and then another hundred photos are mixed
together , a human can tell you which one they just saw and which one was newly added. But true memory
can tell you the same thing just by seeing one eye, or tell you how many men were in the photo,
how many were African American, how many were elderly; even what they did and what they were thinking.

"Who is it? Let me see."

Ruonan, still a bit naive, also took a look at the photo. Despite the huge incident at home, she wasn't scared.
"It's obvious. She was walking past my shop with a few men. It looks like she got into a fight."

Ruonan put down the photo and continued eating nonchalantly.

The world of foodies is incomprehensible.

"Are you sure it's her?"

her brother-in-law asked impatiently.

"No problem. Tall and thin. Quite pretty. But her complexion isn't good, maybe she's pregnant?"

Ruonan said casually.

"Stop eating. Look at the way you eat! Not ladylike at all."

A-Liang tapped Ruonan's head with the tip of her chopsticks and scolded her. She didn't give Ruonan any face when she said that, but
Ruonan obeyed like a sheep. Although the two sisters often quarreled, today Ruonan didn't
talk back for the first time.

Ruonan immediately threw down what she was holding and forcefully swallowed what was in her mouth.
Her eyes bulged from the sheer volume of food in her mouth. Her breasts trembled violently. This made her even more unladylike
.

The "brother-in-law" noticed that his sister-in-law's breasts were almost completely pressed
together . Ruonan's breasts weren't large, but they were two big, fleshy patties, yet her large, white breasts
were tightly pressed together, without any cleavage.

"Right, right, they arrived in a van not long ago. Nobody has a garage at the crematorium; cars are parked
on the street. Easy to find,"

Li Tie recalled. "One of them was poisoned during the fight. He probably won't survive
tonight."

"That's too dangerous. The police will find them quickly. Here's what we'll do: you go look for them first thing tomorrow morning. Use
the car to find the people. There's a city-wide crackdown on prostitution tonight. It seems they managed to escape. This is advantageous for us,"

the "brother-in-law" added.

"What will you do after you find them? There are so many of them,"

Li Tie asked. He also hated these local thugs to the core.

"..."

Ah Liang was stunned.

"I'll have Captain Zhu go with you. We're on the same side. You've dealt with each other before,"

Director Wang said.

Chapter 92

Women are cunning and men are wicked. This is an unchanging law.

"I need to take Ruonan home first. Her husband has a lot of things to deal with. I'll try to sneak her
out , and if that doesn't work, I'll trouble Captain Zhu. We might find her, or we might not."

When Director Wang suggested asking the armed police to help find Qiongya, Ah Liang didn't want Captain Zhu to show up. It would be terrible
if found out that Qiongya wasn't pregnant. Only then did she remember that she hadn't asked about Ruonan yet.

"Go out and sit in the living room for a while."

After Director Wang left, Ah Liang kicked Li Tie out of the sunroom.

Li Tie left unwillingly. He considered himself a party involved.

"Come here,"

Ah Liang called her sister to the large greenhouse.

"What's wrong with you? Your husband is doing just fine at home, and you still go out and mess around!"

Ruonan blushed. "I'm going back and divorcing him."

"Your man isn't a good man. Do you know that?"

A-Liang was very angry.

"How do you know! You haven't even slept with her."

Ruonan retorted angrily.

"I haven't slept with him?" A-Liang wanted to say, "She slept with me too. And before you! Can you trust someone so promiscuous
!" But she didn't dare say it. She had to change the subject, "You think you can just get a divorce whenever you want?
You have to have a legitimate reason. Otherwise, the court won't approve it. You've seen this one and divorced the last one. What if you meet someone even better in
a few days ? Will you still get a divorce?"

"I don't care. I'm going back and separating from my husband."

"Go home first. Don't fight with your husband. That person isn't a good person. It's just that thing,"

A-Liang heard Ruonan's retort and wanted to say, "It's just that his thing is bigger!" But then she suddenly remembered
"I can't say that. If I do, I'll be exposed. He's just a conman, isn't he?"

she said.

"He's a tycoon. Why would he need to be a conman?"

Ruonan retorted, but what she was really thinking about was the man's 'big thing,' and her
face

turned red. "You just won't admit it until you see the coffin. Let me tell you, he sold me that Buddha statue last time. He
even said it was a family heirloom. What a lousy Buddha statue! It looked pretty convincing, and I actually believed him at the time. Later, the experts said
it was fake."

"Oh..." Ruonan seemed to understand something, but she immediately retaliated against her sister, "He gave you over
700,000 yuan, and you sold it for 2 million and said it was fake. That's so heartless. Can a fake sell for 2
million?"

Fortunately, the two sisters often bickered, so they didn't take it too seriously.

Finally, A-Liang and Li Tie took Ruonan home together. On the way, they told Ruonan what had happened.
"What exactly is your relationship with that man?"

A-Liang asked at the end.

"I want to marry him. I'll divorce my husband."

"Do you even know that person? Listen to me, stay with your husband first, don't rush things. Get to know him
better before you talk. Maybe then you won't want a divorce anymore." ————————————————
—————————— "I brought her back to you… My family used to have a shop, but we gave it to a relative.
These past few weekends have been busy, so I asked Ruonan to help out. Did she tell you?"

When they arrived at Ruonan's house, Ruonan's husband opened the door. A-Liang told
Ruonan . Regardless of whether he listened or not, she tried to blurt everything out, to explain everything
clearly. She was ultimately on her sister's side, hoping for her best.

"Aren't you coming in for some tea?" Ruonan's husband asked casually. He didn't want to hear A-Liang's explanation at all.
Because he didn't believe her.

"No, it's too late."

Seeing that Ruonan's husband seemed normal, A-Liang prepared to leave.

"Take care. Don't bother seeing me out."

Her brother-in-law said with a forced smile.

"What are you doing! I don't want to do that."

As they left, A-Liang and Li Tie heard Ruonan shouting from the room. She wanted to go back. She had forgotten to tell Ruonan to be
nice to her husband. She had agreed to marry him herself; no one had forced her. After taking a few steps, A-Liang stopped again
. She didn't want that big boy to hear this. After hesitating for a while, she finally didn't go back. A-Liang
shook her head helplessly and left.

"...Dream on. Sleep separately!..." Ruonan's voice came from inside Ruonan's house.

"Afraid I'll find out your pussy is loose, huh? Do you want me to tell your sister that every time you come back, your pussy is
so loose it takes two days to shrink back. How many times does it take to
achieve ? Strip naked and crawl onto the bed. If you don't let me fuck you tonight, we'll
settle things."

It was Ruonan's husband shouting.

A man discovers his woman is cheating on him, yet he's powerless to stop her and even
tries to persuade her to stay; he even wants to share a bed with that other man. The woman won't allow it. Who knows the injustice in this situation!

"..."

Ruonan fell silent.

A-Liang knew the young couple's conflict was resolved, and Ruonan would surely obediently follow her husband's demands, bending
over and waiting to be fucked. Only then did she walk away, relieved. She couldn't help but feel a little melancholy, 'Even if my sister doesn't want to, she
still has a husband to fuck her.' "Feel it yourself! See how loose it is! ~~~~~" A noisy voice drifted
from .

The voice grew fainter and fainter.

After dropping Ruonan off and returning home, A-Liang felt utterly exhausted. She planned to settle Li Tie
down and then go to sleep. "You can sleep on that sofa tonight. There's a shared bathroom in the living room."

"Sister…" "What is it?"

"Look at me, I'm so old, and I don't even know what a woman's private parts look like. I've never even seen one."

Li Tie, this little rascal, had only been working for a few hours and was already eyeing his boss.

"Hey… how can you be so shameless?"

A-Liang had never seen such a rogue.

"Just for a moment."

People at the crematorium were all so shameless.

"Who said you've never seen one? You can only blame your bad memory. Less than twenty years, and you've already forgotten where you came from
?"

A-Liang sensed the boy's ill intentions and answered rudely. She didn't want it to have any effect.

"Sister, where is your sister 'loose'?"

Li Tie wasn't being provocative; he genuinely wanted to know.

"Don't talk nonsense."

"Where does your husband work?"

This was a blatant threat.

"None of your business."

Although she said that, A-Liang was already a little scared.

"Sis, let me see yours. Let me see how loose it is."

Li Tie still whined, looking lewd.

"Go see your mother. Revisiting old haunts. Your mother's loose now, otherwise how did you get out?"

"Who can mess with my mother? She's not someone anyone can just look at. Sis, I'm serious."

Li Tie persisted.

A Liang ignored Li Tie and went straight back to her room. Unexpectedly, Li Tie followed her in.

"No way! Didn't you make some money today? After tonight's crackdown on prostitution, find
a prostitute You sit on the side and watch her properly. If you're still not satisfied, you can spread her
legs and lick her thing."

A Liang blocked the door and said.

"How many days would that take? I'd be bored to death. If I die, you'll pay with your life!"

Li Tie stubbornly clung to A Liang. Seeing A Liang close the bedroom door, he actually pushed it open a crack. A Liang wasn't
as strong as him, and the boy squeezed into the room.

In a fit of anger, Ah Liang went into the bathroom, thinking, "You can't just squeeze in when a woman uses the toilet!"

But he blocked the door, refusing to let her close it. "If you don't let me see, you'll kill me!"

"What does your death have to do with me?"

Ah Liang thought this man was being completely unreasonable.

"I'll write a will saying you killed me."

"If you keep arguing like this, I'll call the police."

"We'll talk about that after we're done. I've been to that place before. Food and lodging included."

"You little brat!"

Ah Liang was getting impatient with his nagging, and needing to pee, she ignored Li Tie beside her, pulled down her pants,
and plopped down on the toilet. "Just one look. You can leave after you're done. Don't forget to close the door."

Li Tie did close the door, but he locked himself inside.

"You want me to see?"

Li Tie believed her and was still waiting to see.

"It's over. Didn't you see me when I squatted down?"

"How could I see that fast! And you were clenching your fists so tightly. You're being a pervert! I'm not
leaving until I see it."

The boy felt it was unfair. So he simply sat on the toilet floor and refused to leave.

Ah Liang also felt that her behavior was a bit perverted. After urinating, she didn't immediately
pull up her pants when she stood up. Instead, she bent over, stuck out her buttocks, took a piece of toilet paper, patted it on her vulva, and then handed the paper
to Li Tie. "Do you want to see the paper? Or save it to wipe your mouth tomorrow?"

"Let me see your pussy. Just one look."

"Just this once. Whether you see it clearly or not is none of my business." "

That won't do!"

Li Tie felt it was unfair. Saying that, he grabbed Ah Liang's hand, preventing the woman from
pulling up

At this moment, both of them noticed a problem. The woman's underwear was covered with the vaginal fluid she had just excreted.

"Why did you wet your pants? It looks like chicken urine, and it's white. Let me see."

The boy said curiously.

The woman's face turned bright red. She held onto her underwear tightly. "What are you going to do?"

she said.

Li Tie held onto the woman's underwear and refused to let go. "Sister, please save me. If I don't have you tonight,
I definitely won't survive."

The boy didn't understand women. He didn't connect this to the woman's strange expression during her erotic dream.
But this guy must have read some pornography and saw this as an opportunity.

"No way. If you keep doing this, you'll lose your job. I'm firing you."

"Whether I get a job or not, I want to see!"

Li Tie was determined to achieve his goal.

A-Liang hesitated, thinking she'd let him see and send him away. Besides, she was too clean, and given Li Tie's
words, she would never wear her underwear like that again. She wouldn't even want it. So, like
before urinating, she pulled her pants down again, then dragged her very sexy panties up to her thighs,
exposing her snow-white, round buttocks and the faintly visible vulva amidst the soft pubic hair. "Watch.
Thirty seconds."

Li Tie squatted down in front of A-Liang, greedily observing the woman's genitals. His eyes seemed to want to devour her, afraid of
missing anything. "Hair! Such a beautiful woman has hair down there!"

Li Tie looked somewhat disappointed. The beauties he saw online were mostly hairless.

"Have you seen enough? I'm dressed now. 1, 2, 3,"

Ah Liang said.

"Wait a minute,"

Li Tie said impatiently, grabbing Ah Liang's hand as she pulled up her pants. "It's so dark here, who can see clearly at a glance? Besides,
it's all closed. I can't see what's inside."

Like a fishing boat about to capsize grabbing a lifeline, Li Tie grabbed a few strands of the woman's pubic hair and
refused to let go.

"Don't push your luck,"

Ah Liang said, slapping away his hand without explanation, pulling down her pants, and throwing away her underwear. "Whether you see clearly or not
, it's just this once."

Li Tie immediately picked up the woman's underwear that had been thrown on the ground. 'If you don't want it, I'll take it.' He stuffed
the dirty underwear into his pocket.

Ah Liang frowned in disgust at the sight. But there was nothing she could do. She was too lazy to even say anything. She just wanted to get rid of
the entanglement .

Li Tie hadn't had enough of looking at this stunning woman's genitals. He felt resentful. He wanted to find a weapon to threaten the woman,
but he didn't dare. He saw a toilet brush, picked it up to try, but found it too heavy to swing; besides,
she might not be afraid of it. After thinking it over, he realized that his best method was to be shameless. "Sister, please save me.
At this rate, I'll only live until tomorrow at most."

"Whether you live or die is up to you. What does it have to do with me! Just don't die in our house."

After Li Tie's shameless pleading, A Liang angrily replied.

"How can it have nothing to do with me? You're my boss. If I die, see what my mother will do to you."

"How can you be so shameless? Why is your mother coming to me if you're the one who's going to die?"

A Liang became anxious upon hearing this. Who isn't afraid of this tigress?

"That's why I'm going to tell her. This has nothing to do with you."

"You're already dead, how can you still talk?"

"I'd be willing to live again for you."

"You scoundrel. Then how can I save you?"

"I'll sleep with you tonight. Tomorrow, when your husband comes, I'll be gone."

Li Tie didn't actually believe that the bald old man was the husband of the beautiful woman in front of him.

"Sleeping is out of the question."

Ah Liang wasn't a prostitute; there was no room for negotiation.

"Not sleeping! I don't have that kind of luck. You sleep. I'll just watch from the side."

"You said you'd watch from the side!"

"Absolutely."

"With a shifty-eyed guy staring at you, who can sleep?"

"You'll get used to it. Try it and you'll see."

"You're not allowed to touch me even if I'm asleep!"

"That's indecent. I would never do such a thing."

"And just this once. You promise you won't bother me again."

Ah Liang said.

"I promise,"

"Then you can leave. I need to take a shower."

Ah Liang actually had other plans. He planned
to .

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