[The Young Women of the Central Bank] (Follow-up) (2)

Author: Jiang Xiaomei
Word Count: 4377
Chapter Two: A Woman Adorns Herself for Her Beloved 5
Lin Yingcheng only briefly inquired about Zhao Lu's family business. Throughout the process, his sharp gaze swept over
Zhao Ying's entire body, almost peeling her skin off. Later, he walked around the tea table and sat down next to Zhao Ying. Zhao Ying smelled
a cool, refreshing scent on him. He praised her beauty, especially her hair, saying it was as soft and silky as silk! As he spoke,
he reached out to stroke her loose hair draped over her shoulders.
Zhao Ying tossed her head away, and her hair slipped to the other side. He touched nothing, but he wasn't angry; instead, his smile
became even more benevolent. After a while, a man who looked like a secretary came over and whispered a few words in his ear,
replying, "Dinner is ready. Ladies, please have a simple meal." They walked together towards the dining room. Suddenly
, Zhao Ying became interested and said, "I just bought a rough stone from Myanmar. Would you like to see it?"
"No need for stones, we don't know anything about them," Zhao Ying said. But Zhao Lu interrupted her, "You absolutely must see it.
Mr. Lin must be very generous."
"Oh, not at all, just for fun!" he said with a smile, leading them into a room with three
walls lined with floor-to-ceiling antique shelves displaying his priceless collection. Matching the shelves were
armchairs upholstered in soft satin, their muted burgundy hue concealing intricate patterns reminiscent of autumn hues, seemingly holding within them
ancient and sensual tales of concubines.
In the middle was a tea table with an incredibly ugly stone on it. Ying Cheng patted the stone and asked Zhao Lu,
"What does it look like to you?" Zhao Ying couldn't help but chuckle inwardly; the stone really did resemble a woman's buttocks, with a slit in the middle
. Zhao Lu seemed to have noticed it too. She smiled charmingly but didn't reply, only glaring at him.
He laughed heartily, his hand rubbing against the slit. Zhao Lu examined the stone with great interest, looking it over from head to toe
, and casually asked, "This must be worth a lot of money, right?"
"Three million eight hundred thousand," Ying Cheng said. Zhao Ying exclaimed in surprise, "Burmese currency, I guess!" "Hong Kong dollars!" he said.
When it was Zhao Ying's turn to bend down and look, her slender waist twisted in two in front of Ying Cheng.
On a whim, Ying Cheng opened another door and pointed to the unfinished
stones displayed on the antique shelves that covered an entire wall. "You two can pick any one," he said, "and see what your luck is." Zhao Lu almost cheered
. She rushed to the stones, examining them closely before picking one that weighed at least five or six pounds.
Zhao Ying hesitated, looking at the larger one and then at the smaller one. Ying Cheng leaned closer to her. "Anything not too big is
fine," he said. The minty scent of his breath was refreshing. Ying Cheng then asked her to get a palm-sized stone from the shelf.
She stood on tiptoe and reached for it, her ample waist stretching out, connecting with her full hips—a
sight that was truly captivating.
Ying Cheng's heart skipped a beat, a feeling that lingered longer and more intensely than his initial pounding, a feeling that was truly intriguing. This woman
was naturally graceful and voluptuous, possessing a kind of full-figured beauty. Her shirt seemed a bit too tight, making her appear even more voluptuous
; her high heels and hair accessories made her figure particularly eye-catching. The stone Zhao Ying had chosen was smoother
. "Alright, alright, let's eat," Ying Cheng said. Zhao Lu, being somewhat knowledgeable, suggested, "Why don't you have someone cut the stone
open?"
"Okay, once it's cut open, it's yours. See what's inside, and
decide what you want to do with it." He then instructed his secretary to take the two stones to be cut.
Zhao Lu was preoccupied with the stone, finding the delicacies on the table tasteless; Zhao Ying, though not an expert,
savored them with relish. The dishes were exquisite, beautifully presented, and delicious, tempting the appetite and making one's mouth water—even
the most discerning diner would be satisfied. Ying Cheng poured her a bowl of fish soup. "How is it? Authentic enough, right?" he
asked.
Zhao Ying sipped a spoonful of soup, wiped her lips, and said, "It's even better than other places." The fish was fresh,
the knife work was delicate, tender yet firm, and the color, aroma, and flavor were all exquisite. "This dish is called 'Braised Sea Bass,' and the condiments must include authentic
Taiwanese green plums, not just vinegar to fool the guests," he said. Seeing that she was enjoying her meal, he raised his red wine, and the two
clinked glasses.
At this moment, the secretary brought in two cut stones. The larger one lay
on a plate lined with red silk, and in its cross-section, a small piece of emerald green was visible in the center. Zhao Lu's eyes showed disappointment, but Ying Cheng comforted
her, saying, "It's not bad. This jade alone is worth thirty to fifty thousand. If you don't like it, I'll have someone buy it."
Looking at Zhao Ying's palm-sized stone, Ying Cheng repeatedly said, "Good luck, really good luck!" Zhao Ying saw that
the entire piece revealed a deep, dark green. Ying Cheng shone a flashlight on it again, and the green became even more pronounced, very beautiful.
He said, "Your jadeite is called 'black jade,' a rare combination of black and green. Moreover, the material is thick and fine,
with very few cracks, making it quite valuable."
Zhao Ying stopped chewing and stared at him, her eyes wide. He, fearing she wouldn't believe him, added, "At the current
market price, it's at least 150,000." "Worth that much!" Zhao Ying exclaimed, raising her glass. She
took a large gulp, then choked and coughed a few times, her face burning red—all
signs of a bright future.
Zhao Lu held two stones in her hands, comparing them. She had lost her appetite. Ying Cheng urged her, "Come on! Drink!
I told you it's all about luck. You chose these stones, so you can't blame anyone else."
"No, I have to cut a few more holes in this one," she said reluctantly. Ying Cheng said, "Cutting a few more holes
won't help; it'll only ruin the stone completely."
"Then what should I do?" Zhao Lu asked coquettishly. Ying Cheng said, "Find a good craftsman and see what
kind of carving he can make. If he can't, then he can only make small pendants. Otherwise, if the price is over 50,000, you should just
buy it." Zhao Lu thought this made sense. Ying Cheng seized the opportunity and said, "I'll find someone to look at them for you." "
Then I'll have to trouble you," Zhao Lu said. Ying Cheng had given her such a generous gift on their first meeting, and Zhao Lu naturally
understood his intentions. Her only worry was not being able to speak with him alone. Seeing that Zhao Lu seemed deliberately wary of them, she couldn't easily send
her away. After finishing their meal, they returned to their room for tea. Zhao Ying smiled and said, "How come you haven't
stopped drinking tea all day?"
He replied, "I've been drinking tea since I opened my eyes." Zhao Ying smiled and said, "Then, when did you two..."
"Don't you drink tea?" He thought for a moment and said, "When I close my eyes to sleep, I don't drink a single drop." Everyone
laughed at this.
He asked Zhao Ying to brew more tea, saying that the tea brewed by her delicate hands was the finest of the world. Originally,
he said this as a very ordinary sentence, but to Zhao Ying, it had a profound meaning, a hint of
ambiguity, a hint of wickedness, and even a hint of provocation. The water had already boiled, and Zhao Ying had just poured the boiling water into the purple clay teapot
when Ying Cheng handed her the slender lid. He smiled and said, "Smell it."
Zhao Ying took a deep sniff, and sure enough, a strong aroma of tea wafted up. She couldn't help but exclaim, "
What kind of tea is this? It smells so good!" Ying Cheng smiled and said, "This is a divine tea, mixed with the finest cordyceps, and
I also added a few highland roses, which is why it has this special fragrance." After saying this, he offered her the first brew to taste.
Zhao Ying sipped the tea and found it exceptionally sweet. She drank three cups, seemingly still wanting
more. Just then, the secretary came over and whispered a few words in Ying Cheng's ear. Ying Cheng
nodded and gestured to Zhao Lu, "Master is here. The secretary will take you to invite him to taste it." Zhao Lu happily followed the secretary.
As soon as she stepped out, Zhao Ying untied the ribbon from her hair, letting her beautiful hair cascade down her shoulders. Strangely enough,
the more calmly she handled the teacup, the less she flirted or exposed herself, the more Ying Cheng's imagination ran
wild. From her beautiful forehead and hands, he imagined her curvaceous, snow-white body. A strong
desire, like a demon released from a magic bottle, uncontrollably made his blood boil. As a result, he broke out in a sweat while drinking the tea,
as if he were drinking an aphrodisiac.
"Zhao Ying, the tea you brew is different from everyone else's. I don't want to let you go." Seeing her radiant
face flushed, Ying Cheng wanted to tease her, so he said. Zhao Ying said, "Alright, I was just worried about having nothing to do.
You pay me."
"I'll employ you, and if you agree, I'll double the salary," Ying Cheng said. Although it was a joke, Zhao Ying's face
turned even redder, as if it were about to bleed. He saw that this woman was very charming, and her eyes and brows were full of passion with the slightest movement
. He was even happier. The two of them drank cup after cup. Although Ying Cheng was old and his eyesight was failing, in
front of this beautiful tea, his crotch stirred. His dormant member even stood up, like
a young man's body throbbing wildly.
"Miss Zhao, I heard you got divorced and came to Hong Kong?" Ying Cheng asked. Zhao Ying was taken aback, unsure
how much he knew. She tentatively replied, "Yes, a very unsuccessful marriage."
"It must be your ex-husband's fault. I heard he's a high-ranking official. When a man becomes an official, he 's surrounded by beautiful women
, and it's inevitable that he'll lose control," Ying Cheng said understandingly.
Zhao Ying readily recounted her ex-husband's many faults. She could easily make up several stories like this about men who abandon their wives after becoming wealthy. "I
really don't want to live this life in a lukewarm way?" she said
, raising her tear-streaked face. "It's better to divorce someone like that," Ying Cheng said, his hand gradually expanding its reach, now roaming over her snow-white
neck. "Actually, it's partly my fault. I'm too hot-tempered; I can't tolerate even a grain of sand in my eye," she
said resentfully, tears silently streaming down her face. After crying her fill, she slowly calmed down, realizing she
was nestled in Ying Cheng's arms. She frantically struggled to get up.
"Did I say too much?" Zhao Ying smiled through her tears and went into the bathroom, wiping her eyes with water
and neatly combing her hair. She emerged looking completely different, her long, disheveled hair now styled in a bun.
Despite Ying Cheng's experience with women, he had never seen anyone so alluring. His
eyes roamed freely over her body, meeting Zhao Ying's seductive gaze. She immediately
gave him a radiant smile. In that instant, Ying Cheng, his blood boiling, froze. Like a flood about to burst its
banks, the surge of passion made him unable to resist pulling her into his arms.
Zhao Ying didn't gasp; her body froze like a statue, her long eyelashes trembling slightly. In that
instant, both of them trembled, and neither spoke, their eyes locked. Zhao Ying's
face flushed, her lips pouting like a round, bright red strawberry. Her dimpled cheeks, slender
neck, and the cherry-like nipples peeking out from under her shirt seemed to throb gently. Ying Cheng
, nearly limp, pulled her onto his knees and gently laid
her down. Zhao Ying's body nestled in his arms. He, staring into her eyes, lowered his head, his trembling tongue almost touching that
strawberry that haunted his dreams. Her face was flushed, her eyes glistening with tears, her lips
dry and slightly upturned, as if anxiously awaiting moisture.
Ying Cheng hesitated for a moment before pressing his lips to hers. The instant his lips touched her softness, her full lips
gripped his tightly, her tongue deftly slipping into his mouth. He sucked on her forcefully, his movements rough
and clumsy. "Not leaving tonight?" Ying Cheng's lips reluctantly parted from hers.
"No, my sister—" Zhao Ying hesitated, but Qing Cheng quickly said, "I'll take care of your sister."
Without asking Zhao Ying's consent, he grabbed the phone and dialed a number: "Find Miss a new stone, yes,
a better one, oh! Let her watch it cut open, and if it's still not good, replace it until she's satisfied." He
made a face at Zhao Ying and added, "Tell her Miss Zhao isn't going back with her."
"You're so naughty," Zhao Ying said coquettishly. He pulled her into his arms again, this time kissing her even more passionately.
Then, Ying Cheng led her to his bedroom in the building. This was a lavish and opulent room, like
a paradise on earth. Silk tapestries hung on the walls, and sofas of various sizes and soft cushions were scattered everywhere. Large
vases were overflowing with fresh flowers.
Most striking was a large jade carving occupying one wall, depicting various scenes of men and women indulging in pleasure,
showcasing humanity's vigorous and joyful sexual desires. It seemed to condense history into a romantic history filled with carnal pleasure and sexuality
. There were also various other sculptures of different sizes, all uniquely shaped
works of art depicting erotic scenes.
In the inner room was an exquisite large bed, with soft light radiating from the ceiling, illuminating the black and gray walls embroidered with dragon and phoenix patterns.
On the bedspread. Above the headboard hung a huge oil painting depicting the free lovemaking of men and women and
the scene of the forest god and his beasts indulging in debauchery from Greek mythology; several gilded mirrors, framed in several places, almost filled one wall, silently watching
these unspeakable scenes of lewd pleasure.
"You take a shower first, I'll go bribe your sister." He opened the wardrobe, pointed inside, and said, "These
are all unused, take whatever you like." Then he left the room. Zhao Ying went into the bathroom, where the bathtub was an
unbelievably large white marble tub. His initials were embroidered on a snow-white towel, next to which
was a large bunch of blue larkspur, a bottle of champagne, and a sparkling wine glass.
Zhao Ying filled the tub with hot water, undressed, and submerged herself in the warm water
. For a long time, she closed her eyes, drifting with the current, fully experiencing every moment of the extravagant luxury of the rich. The subtle, calming scent of shower gel quietly filled the bathroom
, bringing an indescribable sense of peace and tranquility. She closed her eyes, letting the warm water soak her until
she felt completely relaxed and limp, even wishing she could die from the bliss.
[To be continued]

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