【Urban Fragrance Records】(Revised Edition) (01-50) Author: Lin Gege

Author: Lin Gege
Word Count: 101723

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Chapter 1 Asking the Beautiful Teacher for a Kiss

*Smack!* Meng Jingyun leaned against the corner of the stairs, lit a cigarette, and took a few puffs. Through the
swirling smoke, his wicked gaze fell on the door of the teaching affairs office.

At this moment, the head of teaching affairs, Teacher Chen Huiwen, pushed open the door and came out. She glanced at Meng Jingyun, who was puffing away
, and was about to give him a lecture, but seeing Meng Jingyun's nonchalant and irresponsible appearance, she gave up the idea. She
frowned in disgust, pursed her lips, said nothing, and went downstairs.

"Hehe!"

Meng Jingyun stubbed out his cigarette, walked to the office, listened carefully, and then knocked on the door. Knock

knock knock!

"Come in."

A clear, melodious, and sexy voice came through the crack in the door. Meng Jingyun pushed open the door and walked in.
His eyes were met with a stylish, radiant, and stunningly beautiful teacher.

Asakawa Yuko, a Japanese woman, was Meng Jingyun's homeroom teacher.

This beautiful teacher was currently with her back to Meng Jingyun, organizing documents in the bookshelf. Although only
her back , it was this alluring silhouette that instantly aroused Meng Jingyun's manhood, making his brain boil with excitement.

Especially when he saw Asakawa Yuko's firm,
round swaying and twisting as if beckoning to him, Meng Jingyun felt a wave of dizziness, his vision
blurred, and he almost collapsed.

"My goodness, this is incredible! I almost surrendered without even touching her!"

Meng Jingyun looked again. Asakawa Yuko was wearing a blue and white striped sleeveless shirt, revealing her small
arms, which tightly hugged her voluptuous figure, and a white mini-skirt that barely reached her knees
.

Her long, slender, jade-like feet were exposed, round and white, with a gold ribbon tied around her ankle, adorned with three small
bells. She wore red high heels with ribbons at the back, her plump feet incredibly sexy.

"It's you! Meng Jingyun."

Asakawa Yuko glanced back at Meng Jingyun, her long, golden, wavy hair flowing freely,
revealing her long, slender neck hidden beneath her hair, her rosy ears, and half of her round face.

Perhaps due to the fatigue of organizing the bookshelves, her breathing was slightly disordered. Her full, red lips parted
slightly , exhaling a delicate fragrance, her pink tongue slightly protruding, utterly alluring.

Seeing that Meng Jingyun didn't respond, Asakawa Yuko glanced at him again. Seeing his murderous
gaze fixed on her, her face flushed crimson. "It's holiday time, aren't you going home?"

Asakawa Yuko spoke fluent Mandarin; her words didn't sound like those of a Japanese woman at all. However, Meng
Jingyun detected a hint of unease in her voice.

"Hehe! Teacher Yuko."

Meng Jingyun quietly walked behind Asakawa Yuko, leaning down to inhale her milky, slightly
sweaty scent. A smug smile played on his lips.

A student making such a frivolous gesture towards his teacher, yet Asakawa Yuko, as the teacher, showed no anger on her beautiful
face , only a look of nervousness.

"Teacher, school's on holiday, why are you still busy! Are you waiting for me?"

Meng Jingyun countered.

As he spoke, Meng Jingyun moved his face even closer, so close that he could touch the wavy hair at her temples. Closer
, her femininity became even more intense, yet more alluring.

Although Asakawa Yuko was only twenty-two, she possessed a truly captivating woman's charm. She was gentle yet
fiery , assertive yet refined. She had come to Huaiyang No. 3 Middle School in the first semester of her senior year to teach English.

The teacher in front of Meng Jingyun's class was hospitalized, so she was asked to fill in as the homeroom teacher. From
the moment Meng Jingyun saw Asakawa Yuko enter the school, his heart had been stirred.

And this was a Japanese woman, no wonder this lecherous and domineering student, Meng Jingyun, wasn't about to let her go!
So, in his pursuit, he overcame all obstacles, sweeping away the swarms of suitors surrounding Asakawa Yuko
, and finally emerged victorious, winning her a promise.

Upon hearing Meng Jingyun's words, Asakawa Yuko knew he had come to fulfill his promise. However, she had only made that promise in a moment of
desperation , a mere excuse
. How could she possibly like a high school student, especially a problem student, with no stable job and no promising future?

Indeed, Asakawa Yuko admitted that Meng Jingyun was a very handsome man. His features were striking, his face
resolute , and his deep eyes always held a hint of alluring, almost sinister, quality that captivated anyone.
His tall stature, broad chest, and the occasional display of masculine strength and physique were enough to
make any woman's heart flutter.

Especially now, the smell of a pipe on Meng Jingyun that seemed out of place for his age
only intensified her infatuation.

But, after all, he was still a student, unable to provide the life she longed for.

"No!"

Asakawa Yuko's body went weak, her 36D breasts heaving. She gasped for breath, "I'm going back as soon as I
finish organizing the documents. You should go back too! Don't let your parents worry."

"Teacher Yuko."

Meng Jingyun pressed himself against Asakawa Yuko, feeling her hot, delicate body trembling violently. He
grinned and buried his head in her thick hair, saying in a voice only the two of them could hear, "
Teacher, have you forgotten your promise? If it weren't for me, PE teacher Wang Li would still be bothering you all day!"

Asakawa Yuko shrugged, her ears tickling. Her breathing became more rapid. "Wh-
what promise? Didn't you break it?"

"Teacher, you're not trying to renege, are you? I got fifty-ninth place in this exam!"

Fifty-ninth place, Asakawa Yuko thought to herself. How could this man say that? Out of sixty students in the class,
Meng Jingyun got fifty-ninth place and he was so proud of it.

Meng Jingyun was naturally proud. He used to be last in every class, but now he had moved up one place,
which was enough to fulfill his promise to Asakawa Yuko. In fact, with his learning ability, he could
easily However, he felt it was meaningless.

"Hoo..." Meng Jingyun said, blowing a breath into Asakawa Yuko's ear. "Teacher, you should
keep your promise. All I want is a kiss. Can't I even get
a ?"

Meng Jingyun's words became increasingly explicit, leaving Asakawa Yuko speechless. She thought only Japanese men were lustful, but she hadn't expected
men from China to be so. "You... you didn't even do that. Hu Sun didn't take the exam, and you only
got fifty-ninth place."

Hu Sun was Meng Jingyun's best friend. He hadn't come to school for two out of three days this semester, and eventually stopped coming altogether, not even taking
the exam .

"But you promised me that if I studied hard and got fifty-ninth place, you would
reward me with a kiss and start accepting me, slowly developing the relationship. You said it, don't go back on your word!"

As he spoke, Meng Jingyun tried to turn Asakawa Yuko's face towards him; he was almost at his wit's end.

"No!"

Asakawa Yuko hurriedly turned around and pushed Meng Jingyun away. The documents spilled from her hands onto the floor with a crash.
She bent down to pick them up, but Meng Jingyun grabbed her and pressed her against the bookshelf. Feeling the pressure on her chest and
smelling the sweat on Meng Jingyun's body, Asakawa Yuko felt a sudden panic. Her bright blue eyes widened
as she stared at the handsome face before her.

Meng Jingyun placed one hand on his hip and lifted Asakawa Yuko's chin with the other. He smacked his lips, his stubble-covered mouth smacking, and
brought his face close, gently pressing his nose against hers. He inhaled the warm, fragrant breath from her mouth,
which reached deep into his lungs, and closed his eyes in ecstasy.

Asakawa Yuko, on the other hand, endured the strong smell of smoke from Meng Jingyun's mouth, which made his nose numb. But it was precisely this smell
of tobacco her. She was certain she liked this mature, masculine scent.

Although she was uncomfortable and had never been kissed by a man before, Asakawa Yuko resignedly closed her eyes. After all, she had
made a promise !

Chapter 2: The Sweet Kiss

"Hehe!"

Seeing Asakawa Yuko's submissive attitude, Meng Jingyun chuckled. He raised her
chin even higher, using his fingers to pry open her rosy lips, revealing her white teeth. Asakawa Yuko offered no
resistance. It was said that Japanese women were very gentle and easy to train, and at this moment, Meng Jingyun somewhat believed it.

"Teacher, stick out your little tongue. You should know that I
was stabbed so I want to savor it properly. But don't worry, I, Meng Jingyun, keep my word. I won't do
anything except kiss. Of course, if you allow it, that's a different story."

Asakawa Yuko believed this. Although Meng Jingyun was wicked, he absolutely kept his promises. After their initial agreement, Meng
Jingyun hadn't bothered her again.

Although shy and having never French kissed before, Asakawa Yuko still complied with Meng Jingyun's request, slightly sticking out her pink tongue,
which was still covered in saliva, and shyly closing her eyes.

With a slight smile, Meng Jingyun gently took Asakawa Yuko's delicate tongue into his mouth, sucking it in, and simultaneously covering
her full, voluptuous red lips, slowly savoring it…

The saliva entered his stomach, exceptionally sweet…

“Teacher Yuko, you'll be my girlfriend from now on.”

“No!”

Asakawa Yuko broke free from Meng Jingyun's grasp, bending down to pick up the documents on the ground, using this to avoid Meng Jingyun's
burning gaze. “I… I only agreed to date you, not to be your girlfriend.”

“Oh!”

Meng Jingyun licked his lips, took out a cigarette, lit it, and helped Asakawa Yuko pick up the scattered documents on the ground,
taking the opportunity to glance at the swaying breasts under her collar. “What do you want in return? I promise to give you a happy and fulfilling
life.”

“What guarantee do you have?”

Asakawa Yuko looked up at Meng Jingyun, “Want to fight?”

"Of course, it's not that I won't agree to be your girlfriend."

Asakawa Yuko seemed afraid of angering Meng Jingyun, and hurriedly explained, "As long as you get into university."

Asakawa Yuko said the last sentence very softly. She was a very conservative woman. Since she had already been
kissed by Meng Jingyun, and the man in front of her was good in every way except for his poor grades, she was willing to give Meng
Jingyun a chance.

"Is that true?"

Meng Jingyun smiled. This was too easy for him.

"It's true, but please don't come to see me during your vacation. I need to study for the postgraduate entrance exam."

"Okay! My wife is studying so hard. How can I, as her husband, fall behind? Don't worry, I
won't let you down. Hehe...hahaha..."

Meng Jingyun strode away.

"Who's your wife! Humph..."

Meng Jingyun, this playboy, never forced women. He wanted to possess a woman's body and soul,
not just her body. Only through complete immersion in lovemaking, body and soul, could he obtain the greatest pleasure and satisfy his desire
for conquest .

In the northern part of Huaiyang City, in the Tianfu Residential Area, a high-end residential complex with tens of thousands of residents,
was developed by the Changjiang Group, a conglomerate under Meng Jingyun's godfather, Meng Huai Ren. However, less than half of the residents have moved in yet.

Meng Jingyun's parents died in a plane crash, and he was adopted by his godfather, Meng Huai Ren, before he could remember anything. Now, he
is nineteen years old. He should have lived in the affluent eastern part of Huaiyang City, but an
unpleasant incident a year ago forced him to move out.

Early this morning, just as Meng Jingyun finished tidying up, a sumptuous breakfast was delivered.

Of course, this breakfast wasn't prepared by his servants; he hasn't hired any yet. It was personally delivered by Shi Yan, the beautiful proprietress of the
Huafu . Meng Jingyun regularly orders from there, settling accounts at the end of the month.

After breakfast, Meng Jingyun drove a black Audi to the Happiness Residential Area. He didn't wait long
before a stylish and beautiful
woman, about 1.75 meters tall, wearing light yellow hot pants that revealed her long, slender, fair legs, a white sleeveless t-shirt, and black sunglasses perched on her nose, gracefully stopped with light, quick steps. This was

Chi Feirong, assistant to Zhuo Bufan, Meng Jingyun's cousin and vice president of the Changjiang Group. She was a rare beauty in the company,
but now she was Meng Jingyun's girlfriend.

He had been pursuing her for three years, launching a relentless offensive since the day she joined the company. A few days ago, this
"white-collar beauty" finally agreed to be his girlfriend, and today they were going on a date to Huangshan to see the golden monkeys.

This was Chi Feirong's idea, and Meng Jingyun was naturally happy to accompany her.

"Feirong!"

Meng Jingyun, sitting in the driver's seat, leaned over to open the car door for Chi Feirong. "You look beautiful today."

A beautiful woman in a luxury car—the moment Chi Feirong, carrying a small bag, got into the car, a faint strawberry scent filled Meng Jingyun
's nostrils.

"Thank you!"

Meng Jingyun eagerly took the bag and leaned in to kiss Chi Feirong, but she skillfully avoided him.
"You're smoking again. I don't like the smell of cigarettes."

"Hehe! I forgot."

Looking at Chi Feirong's glossy red lips and her beautiful, aloof face, Meng Jingyun
suppressed his restless heart, took out some chewing gum, chewed it, and drove straight to the Huangshan scenic area.

At the foot of Huangshan, despite the scorching sun, tourists were still flocking in.

Meng Jingyun finally found a parking spot and was about to get out.

"Wait a minute!"

Chi Feirong took out a makeup mirror from her bag, took out an eyebrow pencil to draw on her long, slender eyebrows, and then took out
sunscreen to apply to her arm. It's said that when women put on makeup, men have to wait.

Meng Jingyun was eager to be a good man, even willing to be more diligent. "Feirong! Let me help you apply it
!"

Meng Jingyun said, reaching for the sunscreen.

"No need,"

Chi Feirong glanced at Meng Jingyun. "Thank you!"

Meng Jingyun hated this feeling. He was a macho man and didn't like being completely controlled by women.
Now, he felt completely controlled by Chi Feirong
. Before, he could summon women at will and dismiss them at will, unlike now.

"Could it be that I like this woman too much?"

Meng Jingyun wondered to himself.

"No way,"

Meng Jingyun thought. If a man doesn't have the ability to control beauties, how can he conquer his women and
fulfill his desire for a harem? He had to change the status quo, to make Chi Feirong completely submissive
, to show her that he wasn't easy to bully just because he was young.

"Take my arm!"

As soon as they got out of the car, Meng Jingyun extended his arm. Chi Feirong glanced at him. "It's so hot."

"Hold on!"

Meng Jingyun frowned.

Pouting, Chi Feirong angrily took Meng Jingyun's arm. A beautiful woman is a sight to behold
wherever , and at this moment, Meng Jingyun's sense of superiority soared.

With Chi Feirong walking beside him, he felt as if he were walking on the Oscars red carpet, the center of attention, a star.
Chi Feirong's beauty was second to none among female celebrities; tall and shapely, with curves in all the right places,
an absolutely perfect figure.

Compared to Asakawa Yuko, Chi Feirong lacked a bit of femininity, but possessed more star quality. Her proud
and aloof face, her smooth oval face, her large, dark eyes, her long eyelashes, and her fluttering gaze could
absolutely captivate anyone.

Along the way, many tourists even secretly snapped photos of Chi Feirong's beautiful moment.

"Sister! You look just like Fan Bingbing! So beautiful! Can I take a picture with you?"

At this moment, a well-behaved little girl walked up to Chi Feirong and said cutely.

Her mother was standing in front of her, smiling apologetically.

"Sure!"

Chi Feirong hugged the little girl and squatted down. "Mommy! Take pictures, take lots of pictures, I want to hang them on my bedside table."

The flash went off more than a dozen times, and the little girl kept striking various poses in front of Chi Feirong.

Meng Jingyun was amused. "Little sister, let me take some pictures with you too! You can hang them on your bedside table too."

As he spoke, Meng Jingyun squatted down, and the little girl looked at him with her pure, big eyes.

Chapter 3 Phoenix Blood

Meng Jingyun was amused. "Little sister, let me take some pictures with you too! You can hang them on your bedside table too."

As he spoke, Meng Jingyun squatted down, and the little girl looked at him with her pure, big eyes.

Standing at 1.85 meters tall, imposing and burly, with thick, sword-like eyebrows, a high-bridged nose, and a wicked smile, coupled with
a distinctively criminal-like haircut, he was even more frightening. His feet were clad in blue jeans, and he
was squatting awkwardly. His upper body wore a black shirt, the collar pulled down wide, revealing a muscular chest covered in jagged
, crisscrossing scars that looked like countless centipedes crawling across his chest.

Adding to this was a blood-red jade pendant around his neck, and the overall impression was that of a typical gangster
.

"Mommy!" The

little girl scrutinized Meng Jingyun for a moment, then immediately ran to her mother and hid behind her.

The young mother glanced at Meng Jingyun, her face paling instantly. She forced an
apologetic smile and immediately turned and left.

Meng Jingyun awkwardly grinned, glancing at Chi Feirong, who turned her head away with a smile. "Damn, am
I that scary?"

He stood up, put his arm around Chi Feirong's slender waist, and ignored her struggles as they walked towards the cable car.

To see the golden monkeys, they had to take the cable car. After buying tickets, Meng Jingyun and the two boarded the cable car.
The space was very cramped, quite crowded, but Meng Jingyun was more than happy to be there. Crowded was good! He could
indulge in a high-altitude thrill ride.

Meng Jingyun used his strong, broad chest to protect Chi Feirong in the corner, while his firm
pectoral muscles pressed against her high, delicate breasts, a soft, warm embrace, his hands holding her tightly in his arms.

In that dark, unseen corner, Meng Jingyun extended his "An Lushan claws," first hovering over her back,
then sliding down to Chi Feirong's firm, upturned buttocks, grabbing and pinching.

"Mmm!"

Chi Feirong let out a soft moan, giving Meng Jingyun a sideways glance.

Meng Jingyun didn't care at all; he smiled shamelessly, inhaling Chi Feirong's breath with ecstasy. Neither of them could move
at this moment ; he had been waiting for this opportunity. Although Chi Feirong had agreed to be his girlfriend, Meng
Jingyun hadn't touched her yet!

Touching her now, her hot, delicate body felt incredibly good, and coupled with her coquettish, slightly angry expression,
it was another kind of visual pleasure.

"Stop!"

Chi Feirong couldn't bear it any longer and protested softly.

"Feirong, why are you so conservative? You're my girlfriend now; it's perfectly normal.
Life needs happiness, and happiness needs constant novelty and excitement. Just enjoy this excitement!"

"No! I can't accept it."

"You'll get used to it eventually, be bolder, hehe!"

*Creak...* Suddenly! Just then, the cable car's hanging ring suddenly sank,
causing the faces of the sixteen people inside to turn pale instantly. Thump! Thump! Hearts raced, and silence fell.

Meng Jingyun and Chi Feirong exchanged glances, their eyes filled with shock. In an instant,
beads of sweat appeared on Chi Feirong's forehead; the physical attacks were completely overshadowed by the threat of death.

This was a 20-zhang drop in the air; if the cable car fell, she would surely die.

*Creak...* The cable car sank again. Ah...

This time, the scream was so unrestrained. Meng Jingyun looked up through the skylight at the hanging ring;
it , the crack widening, sparks flying.

"Ah..."

Under the threat of death, Chi Feirong's face paled. She grabbed Meng Jingyun's collar, "Jingyun, save me,
I don't want to die..."

"I won't let you die."

Meng Jingyun suddenly smiled, and in an instant, he used his strong arms to lift Chi Feirong up.

Meng Jingyun didn't know where he got the courage from in the instant the cable car fell, to lift Chi Feirong
up . Perhaps it was because this beautiful girl was his girlfriend, and as a man, it was
an almost instinctive responsibility in his bones.

It was just a pity that the girl he had pursued for three years had finally agreed to be his girlfriend, and the bubble of happiness, which had just
begun to show its vibrant colors, was about to burst in an instant.

"Jingyun!"

Tears slid down Chi Feirong's face.

Boom! Accompanied by a sharp pain, Meng Jingyun lost consciousness. He knew that he was going to die.

In his dying moments, Meng Jingyun's only thought was, "Damn it! How could this Huangshan cable car break so easily!
I haven't lived enough of my youth yet!"...

"A miracle! In this Huangshan cable car accident, one woman only suffered minor injuries!"

a male reporter exclaimed.

"Didn't you see? In that split second, that guy lifted that girl up, using his
strong arms to create a bridge for her to continue living."

A female reporter was moved to tears. "That guy is so great, that girl is so lucky." The

female reporter wiped away her tears. "If a man were willing to sacrifice his life for me, I
would rather remain unmarried for life to uphold this beautiful and pure love."

The male reporter glanced at the female reporter next to him, who looked more like a dinosaur than a dinosaur, and thought to himself, "Anyone willing to die for you
is truly great."...

The powerful force of the fall instantly broke Meng Jingyun's legs, shattered his pelvis, shattered his heart, and ruptured
his internal organs . Blood soaked his entire body; he was beyond dead.

However, no one noticed that when the blood seeped into the scarlet jade pendant on his chest,
in an instant , the pendant turned into flowing liquid and melted into his body.

Huaiyang City, Municipal Hospital, Morgue.

When Meng Jingyun's body arrived at the hospital, it was washed and sent directly to the morgue. Facing the already pronounced
dead, cold corpse, Chi Feirong stood blankly, tears streaming down her face.

Chi Feirong felt immense guilt. She hadn't expected that Meng Jingyun, this good-for-nothing playboy,
would be willing . What made her even more guilty was that, from beginning to end, she had been lying to Meng Jingyun, because she had never loved him
.

It wasn't worth it.

"I'm sorry! Meng Jingyun, please forgive me, I was murdered."

Just then, on the morgue, Meng Jingyun's hand drooped down. Chi Feirong was startled, thinking it
was a zombie, but upon closer inspection, she saw Meng Jingyun's chest rising and falling... "Doctor!...Doctor!...He's not dead......
He's not dead yet..."...

Meng Jingyun was overjoyed to find that he was actually alive, and his mind was suddenly flooded with information:
Phoenix Blood... Space Mustard Seed Mountain... Hunyuan Technique...

It turned out that the jade pendant he wore on his chest contained Phoenix Blood, which had the ability to be reborn through blood, and this blood also
carried a lot of information...

Chapter 4 Beautiful Dean Chen Hong

"A miracle! It's truly a miracle! His heart had stopped beating for half an hour, yet he was still alive
, and he had already bled out. I never expected his bone marrow's hematopoietic function to be so strong, he actually
came back to life ."

In the ward.

The attending physician, Chen Hong, was amazed. When Meng Jingyun was brought back to the operating table, he was truly
incredulous . Not only was Meng Jingyun's vitality incredibly strong, but even after so long since the two broken shin bones had been separated from her body
, the cells hadn't died.

"Doctor! It's been three days, why hasn't she woken up yet?"

Chi Feirong asked anxiously.

"Your boyfriend suffered a severe concussion and prolonged oxygen deprivation. He's currently in the recovery phase, but
according to observations, he's almost fully recovered. He should wake up in a few days."

Then, Dr. Chen Hong carefully lifted the blanket and bent down to examine Meng Jingyun's reattached
legs. The sutures had already scabbed over, and the recovery was excellent.

Meanwhile, Meng Jingyun had already woken up. She was awakened by a delicate fragrance of orchids.
Squinting , she saw a beautiful doctor in a white coat, her hair pulled back high. Because she was leaning over, Meng Jingyun's
gaze landed precisely on Chen Hong's ample cleavage.

Her skin was fair and tender—so alluring.

Chen Hong could never have imagined that a lecherous man was pretending to be unconscious while secretly peeping at her large breasts. Her mind
was completely focused on Meng Jingyun's condition.

Chen Hong was truly incredulous; her arched eyebrows were furrowed with doubt. In her more than ten years of medical practice, both traditional Chinese and Western medicine, and in her
thirty-two years of life, she had never witnessed anything so bizarre. When Meng Jingyun was brought to the hospital, she immediately
judged him to be dead; his internal organs were shattered—it would be strange if he hadn't died.

But when Meng Jingyun lay back on her operating table, his internal organs were intact, and his heart was receiving strong blood flow. She
truly felt like she had seen a ghost. For the past few days, she had been unable to eat or sleep, desperate to unravel this mystery.

Chen Hong thought to herself that if she could successfully uncover the secret within Meng Jingyun, it would be
a miracle for the entire medical community.

Perhaps there was still hope for her father's bone cancer…

Therefore, as the hospital's director and chairman, she directly kept this information from the outside world, preparing to conduct her own
research.

"Really? He survived such a fall, he's incredibly lucky."

A woman beside Chen Hong interjected as soon as she finished speaking.

Chen Hong looked at the beautiful woman next to her, dressed in a black women's suit, with a puzzled expression.

The woman had a pretty face, long flowing hair, an oval face, fair skin, and appeared to be around twenty-four or twenty-five years old. She had
a slender yet voluptuous figure, with prominent breasts that seemed about to burst out, and a crystal chain around her neck.

The black suit accentuated her figure perfectly, highlighting her curves. She was tall, and
her shapely legs were encased in crystal-clear black stockings, paired with high-heeled shoes.

She clearly belonged to the type of successful, powerful woman.

However, her noble air was too cold and aloof, especially when she was looking at Meng Jingyun on the hospital bed; her dark eyes
were sharp and cold, revealing a powerful hatred.

"And this is?"

Chen Hong asked, looking at Chi Feirong.

"He's the patient's sister,"

Chi Feirong whispered.

"Oh!"

Chen Hong shook her head and walked out. She couldn't understand why her sister would show
such .

"I've already paid the medical bills. Since he's alright, I'm going back to the company. There's still a lot of work
waiting for ."

With that, Meng Qing stood up and walked out of the ward.

She didn't want to see her beastly brother even once, and even if he died, she
wouldn't shed a tear.

The Meng family owned a listed group company in Huaiyang City, Changjiang Group, with assets of over a billion yuan. Meng Qing was the general manager of
the company .

Meng Jingyun, who had already woken up, heard his sister Meng Qing's words and smiled bitterly to himself. He
didn't blame Meng Qing for hating him so much; he only hated himself for doing such a thing to his sister, even though she wasn't his biological sister.

"How is he?"

As soon as Meng Qing left, two more men entered the ward.

The man in the lead had piercing, sharp eyes, his gaze as piercing as a knife, giving off a murderous
aura. His complexion was dark and shiny, the kind of skin that often gets tanned from prolonged sun exposure. He had a high, straight nose,
thick , and a rough appearance.

The muscles in his face were chiseled, giving him a rugged, masculine look. His hair stood on end like steel needles, adding to
his tiger-like, spirited appearance.

He wore a black suit with a tiger-and-leopard striped tie. Standing at 1.9 meters tall,
he was broad-shouldered and robust, his voice carrying a powerful, authoritative aura. As he entered the ward, he casually pulled off his tie,
clean and efficient.

This man was Meng Jingyun's cousin,

Zhuo Bufan, a former special forces soldier. Following behind him was a short, unassuming man named Xiaodao,
who was Zhuo Bufan's personal bodyguard.

Even without hearing their voices, Meng Jingyun could tell from their distinctive scents that it was his cousin and bodyguard Xiaodao .
Their sharp, alert eyes, even just a glance from them, sent a shiver down his spine . Meng Jingyun had once asked Zhuo Bufan why he had this feeling. Zhuo Bufan told him it was a natural reaction to unknown danger. Their eyes were forged in countless battles , their spirits accustomed to treating anyone in their gaze as a potential enemy. Even now, back in real life, that piercing gaze remained unchanged. Zhuo Bufan was the vice president of the Changjiang Group. Knowing that his cousin Zhuo Bufan had arrived, Meng Jingyun was very happy. In the Meng family, his cousin Zhuo Bufan treated him the best, even after that incident and moving out, he still treated him the same. In terms of living expenses, especially money, Zhuo Bufan was never stingy with anything Meng Jingyun asked for. His ruthless sister and godfather, Meng Huai Ren, restricted all his spending. "The doctor said he'll wake up after a few days of rest, and the broken bones will need time to heal ," Meng Jingyun sensed that Chi Feirong didn't seem too cold. He was puzzled as to why a subordinate would speak to his superior in such a tone. Zhuo Bufan seemed indifferent to Chi Feirong's attitude. He walked to the bedside, glanced at Meng Jingyun a few times, and grinned, "Looks like this good-for-nothing still has genuine feelings for you, he's even willing to die for you." "Good-for-nothing!" Meng Jingyun… Chapter 5 Life in Danger Zhuo Bufan seemed indifferent to Chi Feirong's attitude. He walked to the bedside, glanced at Meng Jingyun a few times, and chuckled, "Looks like this good-for-nothing still has genuine feelings for you, he's even willing to die for you." "Good-for-nothing!" Meng Jingyun… "Hehe! If he knew that your feelings for him were all fake, I wonder what the scene would be like, haha! I bet he'd die of a hemorrhage!" Zhuo Bufan laughed heartily. He felt very pleased with this sudden thought, the more he imagined it, the happier he became. He had been pretending to be a good cousin in front of Meng Jingyun for enough. Today, with Meng Jingyun unconscious in the hospital bed, unable to hear him, he finally had a chance to vent. Zhuo Bufan gritted his teeth with hatred whenever he thought about the countless amounts of money he had spent on Meng Jingyun in the past. Buying sports cars , villas, starting companies—he not only gave it to her, but he gave it to her with a smile, all for the sake of obtaining three percent of the shares in the Changjiang Group held by Meng Jingyun. "Haha…" Chi Feirong's delicate body trembled. "Have you laughed enough? This is a hospital room!" "What! Seeing how haggard you look, you haven't fallen for this good-for-nothing, have you?" Zhuo Bufan's face turned cold. "Don't forget, your mother's life is still in my hands." Zhuo Bufan clenched his large, thick fist, which seemed very powerful. " How could I? How could I, Chi Feirong, fall for this good-for-nothing, playboy, with no ambition whatsoever , and who even covets my sister?" "Oh! Is that so! I thought you were moved by his sincerity, which is why you've been taking care ." Zhuo Bufan smiled with satisfaction. "Isn't this what you meant?" Chi Feirong glanced at him sideways.

"Oh! My brain, how could I forget about that? Hehe! Hahahaha..."

The laughter abruptly stopped, and Zhuo Bufan continued, "Judging from this incident, this good-for-nothing is really willing to give up
anything . It seems I made the right move. Don't worry, as long as the plan succeeds,
from the day the Yangtze River Group is in my hands, I will fulfill my previous promise. Moreover! I can also give you
and your daughter a generous reward, so you can live a worry-free life from now on. If that good-for-nothing Meng Jingyun
does anything to harm you, I can even help you kill him. How about it?"

"Well done, Zhuo Bufan, you've hidden yourself so well! If it weren't for this incident, I would have been completely in the dark.
However! I won't let your conspiracy succeed. I want to see who the good-for-nothing is in the end!"

"Please sit down! I'll go get some water." Chi Feirong didn't answer, but got up and left the room.

Zhuo Bufan watched Chi Feirong leave the ward, then sat down, lit a cigarette, and glanced at Xiao Dao.
Seeing his impatient look, he said, "Don't look so eager. After it's done, she's yours
to do as you please. You like that kind of thing, don't you? Her mother is a rare beauty too. She'll all be yours then."

"Hehe!"

Xiao Dao struggled to tear his gaze away from Chi Feirong's slender figure, then, thinking of Chi Feirong's mother, Chi
Biyun that voluptuous beauty, his mind couldn't help but fantasize: high breasts, proud,
round, full hips, long and rounded legs, phoenix eyes, sexy lips, and skin as
white as milk...

If he could hold such a woman in his arms, ravage her at will, and thrust into her, just
thinking about him. A surge of heat shot from his lower abdomen to the top of his head,
causing a sudden dizziness, much like an orgasm.

As for women, Xiao Dao preferred mature, voluptuous women; such women had a certain allure, and Chi Biyun was
undoubtedly his favorite type.

"No matter how beautiful she is, she can't compare to Miss Meng!"

Xiao Dao flattered.

"Hehe! That's true."

Zhuo Bufan nodded, glanced at Meng Jingyun lying on the hospital bed, and said coldly, "That time, Meng Qing was
almost ruined by this good-for-nothing."

"You can't catch a wolf without risking your cub!"

Xiao Dao immediately chimed in, "If it weren't for that good show we orchestrated, there wouldn't be
such , and that old bastard Meng Huai Ren wouldn't have kicked this good-for-nothing out of the Meng family. By the way, Brother Fan,
how's it going with Miss Meng? Have you gotten your hands on this beauty yet?"

"Hehe..." Zhuo Bufan chuckled, "You've seen it yourself, Meng Qing is a rose with thorns,
a red horse, not so easy to tame. But! Hehe! The more thorny, the more flavorful."

Zhuo Bufan licked his thick lips, "I, Zhuo Bufan, don't even like what's being offered to me!
Besides , once everything is ripe, will Meng Qing still be able to fly away!"

"Hehe! That's right! That's right!"

"So it was all your doing! I was telling you about that night..."

Hearing this, Meng Jingyun finally understood. He had always suspected he might have ended up in his sister's bed that night.
Even if he were a lecher, he wouldn't have done that.

Meng Jingyun admitted that he had inappropriate thoughts about his sister, Meng Qing, and that Meng Qing had always harbored resentment towards him,
her Because of this, Meng Jingyun had thought about taking revenge on her, but it was just
a thought, a way to vent his frustrations; he would never actually do it.

Now, he realized that Zhuo Bufan had taken the opportunity to get him drunk that night precisely to achieve this goal.

Zhuo Bufan and Xiao Dao finally left.

Meng Jingyun began to carefully consider his current situation. His sister, Meng Qing, hated him to the core
and wished him dead; she would never believe him. His godfather, Meng Huai Ren, was also
utterly disappointed in him and highly valued his current cousin, grooming him as his future successor; he would never believe his seemingly
absurd words.

What to do?

Zhuo Bufan's outward appearance was impeccable, making it incredibly difficult to find fault with him.
If it weren't for this accident, Meng Jingyun would have been kept in the dark, used as a pawn by Zhuo Bufan.

Meng Jingyun never imagined that after surviving such a close call, and with his injuries still not fully healed, difficulties awaited him.

After much deliberation, he felt that his current understanding of the situation was incomplete, and he didn't know
how .

Therefore, it wasn't the right time for a detailed analysis. Besides, his injuries hadn't fully healed, so even if
he came up with a plan to turn the tide, he couldn't implement it. Moreover, such a large corporation wasn't something Zhuo Bufan
could control at will.

What he could do now was to quickly cultivate his martial arts. Zhuo Bufan had been a soldier, and he'd heard he was a special forces soldier.

Chapter 6 Aunt He

"Damn it! Zhuo Bufan, you underestimate me! I'll see who the hell is the trash!"

After calming his anger, Meng Jingyun began cultivating the martial arts in his mind, the Hunyuan Technique. No need for
any sitting posture; she could breathe freely while lying down. Time spent immersed in cultivation always flies by; three days
passed in a flash.

Meng Jingyun's ward was a high-class private room in the hospital, a three-story Western-style villa with a
garden . The environment was very elegant, the air was fresh, and there were no mechanical noises.

That morning, birds chirped merrily on the branches outside the window. A ray of sunlight
streamed , and Meng Jingyun opened her eyes. A burst of divine light flashed in her eyes.

"You're finally awake!"

Seeing Meng Jingyun open her eyes, Chi Feirong finally showed her long-lost smile. At this moment, she finally felt a slight weight lifted from
her heart , and her guilt was finally lessened.

"Feirong! I'm still alive?"

Facing the girl who had pursued her for three years before lying to agree to be her girlfriend, Meng Jingyun didn't know
how to face her, her heart filled with mixed emotions.

She knew she had her reasons, but was she really that bad?

The lie had to continue, at least until she had enough power to control the situation.

"Let it go once this is completely over!" Meng Jingyun thought to himself. "Forced love is never sweet.
I, Meng Jingyun, a man of honor, have no trouble finding a woman? Humph! What a joke."

The moon rose above the treetops, and the day passed just like that. After Chi Feirong finished feeding Meng Jingyun chicken soup, he urged her to...
She urged him to go back and rest; she had been working tirelessly for so many days, constantly watching over him at his bedside, and was quite tired too.

Bored, Meng Jingyun picked up a car magazine to pass the time, the television still on. Knock, knock, knock

!

"Come in!"

A middle-aged nurse, about thirty-six or thirty-seven years old, entered. She wore a pink nurse's skirt, no longer than knee
-length, her shapely legs encased in flesh-colored stockings, and white high-heeled sandals.

Tall and voluptuous, she appeared very graceful. She carried a tray containing syringes and some medicine.

He Xiulan saw Meng Jingyun flipping through the magazine, smiled sweetly, revealing her white teeth, and with a
charming smile, said, "Aren't you going to sleep yet?"

"Yes!"

Meng Jingyun nodded, casually glancing at the nurse who had entered her room, but
her eyes were immediately captivated; this nurse was incredibly beautiful and sexy.

The uniform was alluring! Meng Jingyun glanced at it briefly, then savored it more closely.

Her already beautiful face showed signs of slight makeup; her eyebrows were arched, and her eyelashes were long and dark,
seemingly false.

Her eyes were captivating, radiating an electric charm.

Coupled with her expressive smile, she was incredibly alluring. Her smooth, white face seemed to glow with moisture, delicate and
flawless, and her rosy lips were coated with a glossy lip gloss, utterly seductive.

She moved with light, small steps, because the pink pencil skirt constricted her round, firm, and voluptuous hips,
preventing her large, round legs, encased in flesh-colored stockings, from moving freely, giving Meng Jingyun ample time to admire her.

The nurse's skirt collar was open, revealing a jade Guanyin pendant hanging from her fair neck, dangling directly into her full, dark
cleavage—it was incredibly alluring.

This mature and elegant nurse was dressed so avant-garde.

Meng Jingyun remembered that the nurses' uniforms in this hospital were white and long, but on this woman, they looked
so short.

Looking at He Xiulan's face again, as if trying to confirm something, Meng Jingyun suddenly realized he recognized this
woman .

He Xiulan's heart skipped a beat when she saw Meng Jingyun looking at her with such a scrutinizing gaze. As a
woman who had experienced the ways of the world, she was all too familiar with this kind of gaze from men. Just as she was about to say something,
Meng Jingyun spoke first.

"Aunt He, it's you!"

Chapter 7 Sister He

"Aunt He, it's you!"

"Yes!"

He Xiulan smiled sweetly, walked to Meng Jingyun's bedside, pulled up a stool, and sat down. "What a coincidence, little brother Meng."

Strange terms of address—one called her aunt, the other little brother.

Meng Jingyun chuckled, "I'll still call you Sister He! I really didn't expect you to look
so beautiful after dressing up, I almost didn't recognize you."

He Xiulan smiled, smoothing the messy strands of hair under her nurse's cap, her eyes crinkling with a
shy, married woman's expression, clearly very happy. "Oh, not at all! I haven't properly thanked you yet!"

"No need for thanks, Xiaodie and I are classmates. Uncle had an unfortunate accident, so as a classmate, it was only right that I help."

Xiaodie, whom Meng Jingyun was referring to, was Lin Xiaodie, Meng Jingyun's classmate and the class beauty. Last
semester, Lin Xiaodie's father, Lin Hua, went to a farmhouse with his colleagues and accidentally
cast his fishing line into a high-voltage power line over a pond, where he was electrocuted.

With Lin Hua's death, He Xiulan and her daughter were devastated. Their pillar of support collapsed, and their source of income vanished.
They were all alone in the city. When Meng Jingyun learned of their plight, he immediately enlisted his lawyer friend,
Ouyang Lanlan, a top lawyer in Huaiyang City, to represent them in
court , successfully securing over 500,000 yuan in damages.

Therefore, He Xiulan was extremely grateful to Meng Jingyun, their savior.

Mentioning her husband, He Xiulan's face darkened, but she smiled at Meng Jingyun, "I should thank you
. If it weren't for you, Brother Meng, I really don't know how my daughter and I would have survived. She's about to go to
university ."

"Ahem..."

Meng Jingyun smiled, not wanting to dwell on the matter, as he considered it insignificant. He Xiulan
turned back, picked up the syringe, and looked at Meng Jingyun with a playful smile, "Time for your injection."

"Injection? Where?"

Meng Jingyun looked at himself, then at He Xiulan.

"What do you think?"

He Xiulan pouted, glancing at Meng Jingyun's bottom with a look of anticipation.

"Weren't we not fighting a few days ago?"

"Now we are! What, you're a grown man, aren't you scared?"

He Xiulan teased, "I heard from Xiaodie that you're always fighting at school."

"What are you saying, Sister He? You can see for yourself, my legs are in casts, and my right hand is bandaged..."

Meng Jingyun didn't finish his sentence; He Xiulan would understand.

Sure enough, He Xiulan smiled reconcilingly, "Now that you can't move, it's my turn to repay your kindness."

Meng Jingyun sensed something else in her words: repay a kindness! How to repay? With his body? He
was more than willing; he hadn't released anything in so many days, his semen reservoir was full.

Just thinking about this made Meng Jingyun's heart restless. He wasn't interested in teenage girls,
but he had a preference for mature women, and He Xiulan was exactly the kind of woman he liked.

Moreover, the environment tonight seemed to have been specially created for them. The large house was empty except for the two of them
, and it was quiet outside. If they were to do *that*, it would be incredibly romantic.

The allure of uniforms was Meng Jingyun's favorite.

Just as Meng Jingyun was lost in thought, He Xiulan leaned over and lifted the blanket, then reached out and turned Meng Jingyun
's body over. She was very careful, afraid of hurting Meng Jingyun's wound.

She pulled down his pants and inserted the needle. "Does it hurt?"

He Xiulan injected the medicine into the syringe with one hand and pressed Meng Jingyun's buttocks with the other. She felt
the muscles below harden, and her heart fluttered.

Meng Jingyun had loved exercising since childhood, and now he had also practiced martial arts, so his body was naturally exceptionally strong.

"It doesn't hurt! It's just a little embarrassing."

"Embarrassed about what? Hehe..."

He Xiulan smiled charmingly, "A grown man like you is shy? That girl during the day was your girlfriend."
"Wow! She's so pretty."

"It's not working out yet."

"If it's not working out, just keep pursuing her! There aren't many girls this good. If you don't pursue her, she'll be someone else's."

"How do I pursue her? Sister, teach me!"

Meng Jingyun pretended to be an expert. At this moment, He Xiulan had already pulled out the needle and then wiped it with iodine.

Meng Jingyun immediately felt a tingling sensation, making him itchy and uncomfortable.

Hearing Meng Jingyun's words, He Xiulan chuckled, "Do I have to teach you? A handsome young man like you,
which woman wouldn't like you? Besides, you were injured this time to save her. As long as you're brave enough to confess..."

"Sister, do you like me too?"

Before He Xiulan could finish speaking, Meng Jingyun interrupted and asked.

"Of course! Sister, I just didn't meet a man as good as you back then. If I had met you... hehe..."

He Xiulan didn't finish her sentence, but covered her mouth and chuckled.

"Sister He, you're lying to me!"

Meng Jingyun saw He Xiulan speaking so casually...

Chapter 8 Calling Me Brother

"Sister He, you're lying to me!"

Meng Jingyun saw He Xiulan speaking so casually...

"...No."

"Really?"

Meng Jingyun grabbed He Xiulan's hand and stared at her intently.

He Xiulan's face flushed instantly, and she sat up on the bed, looking at Meng Jingyun with slightly evasive eyes.
"Really."

In fact, when Meng Jingyun stood up for Lin Hua after his accident, He Xiulan slowly fell in love with this
man who was more than ten years younger than her.

Who says only old men can like young girls? Middle-aged women also like young men, and they too
dream of being liked by handsome young men. When He Xiulan was at her most vulnerable and helpless after losing her husband,
Meng Jingyun's image entered her heart...

Tall, sunny, responsible, handsome...

Many nights, she tossed and turned, her mind filled with Meng Jingyun's image...

He Xiulan loved her daughter very much and planned never to marry, but the things she carried made her unable to control herself...
So she thought of Meng Jingyun, this strong young man.

Seeing He Xiulan's expression, Meng Jingyun understood immediately and became restless, sitting
up .

"Be careful,"

He Xiulan said quickly, worried that he might aggravate his wound, her tender
expression truly beautiful.

"It's nothing."

Meng Jingyun waved his arm and chuckled, "I'm almost fully recovered."

He Xiulan gave Meng Jingyun a reproachful look, "Then what were you doing just now..."

"Hehe!"

Meng Jingyun grinned, patted the bed beside him, "Sister He! Come sit on me."

"Why?"

He Xiulan asked knowingly.

"To sleep, of course!"

Meng Jingyun never knew what shyness was. As long as he knew the other person liked him, he
would never be polite. A moment of passion is worth a thousand pieces of gold, so why not cherish it?

He Xiulan was taken aback by Meng Jingyun's explicit words. Her face flushed with embarrassment, her eyes
darting around nervously, and she sat on the bed fidgeting, feeling very uneasy.

"Sister, what's there to be embarrassed about? You're a senior, relax. I like you, and you like
me, that's enough. Look at you dressed so sexily today, are you trying to seduce me on purpose? I
've never seen any nurses in this hospital wear such short skirts, especially tight-fitting ones that cover their buttocks."

These words immediately made He Xiulan blush deeply. "Who said that? Who's seducing you? This is
our hospital's nurse uniform, for nursing nurses. You just haven't seen it before."

He Xiulan was instantly furious, afraid that Meng Jingyun would think she was a slutty woman.

"Hehe! Is that so?"

Meng Jingyun asked with a sly smile.

"Of course."

He Xiulan's face flushed red, and she snorted angrily. She was eager, but not shameless. "You should rest
well , I'm leaving."

She was clearly angry.

But just as she stood up to leave, Meng Jingyun grabbed her. "Alright, I apologize."

"Hmph..."

"Hehe... It doesn't matter whether it's true or not. What matters is that I really like your outfit today, sister.
The nurse's uniform is my favorite."

As he spoke, Meng Jingyun leaned closer, one hand around He Xiulan's knees, the other around her waist, and with a slight
effort, he lifted her up.

"Ah!"

He Xiulan exclaimed, "What are you doing?"

Meng Jingyun placed He Xiulan directly on his lap, forcefully pressing down her slightly restless body.
"Don't move! Beauty."

Meng Jingyun smiled wickedly, pressing his index finger against He Xiulan's red lips, making a shushing gesture.

"Little Brother Meng, your legs."

He Xiulan looked at Meng Jingyun, still somewhat shaken. She never expected Meng Jingyun to be so
domineering and shameless.

"Don't worry about my legs. They can handle a beautiful flower like you."

"But—"

"No buts, listen to me."

Meng Jingyun was a completely domineering man, but it was precisely this personality that made
the women who had been with him swoon.

Although He Xiulan had never tried it, she was willing to be a pampered little woman.

Meng Jingyun removed the nurse's cap from He Xiulan's head, gently stroking her long, delicate face, pinching
, pressing, and caressing it... He Xiulan's breathing was very rapid at this moment, her eyebrows were like silk, her small mouth was open, and
she exhaled large breaths from her mouth and nose, wave after wave hitting Meng Jingyun's face.

And Meng Jingyun inhaled it into his nose.

"Hmm..."

She was flustered and confused by Meng Jingyun's series of actions, and her inner desires were also
aroused , especially when she smelled the strong masculine scent on Meng Jingyun, she was even more unable to control herself.

His throat was dry, and he couldn't help but mumble incoherently. His chest heaved violently, as if it
might .

"Hehe!"

At this point, Meng Jingyun was no longer in a hurry. He smiled mischievously, "Xiu Lan!"

"Mmm!"

He Xiulan responded, opening her eyes to glance at Meng Jingyun. "Little Brother Meng."

"Call me 'brother' and let me hear it."

"What!"

"Say it! I like it, don't be shy, let's create some atmosphere, it's important."

Despite her shyness, she said, "...brother."

"Hehe..."

Meng Jingyun laughed heartily, "My heart is intoxicated by your sister's voice."

As soon as he finished speaking, Meng Jingyun covered He Xiulan's lips with his own. Mmm! At this moment, He Xiulan's pink tongue had already
reflexively stretched out to welcome Meng Jingyun's entanglement.

"Be good and don't move."

Meng Jingyun wanted to maintain absolute control, and He Xiulan obediently stopped moving. "Hehe!"

Only then did Meng Jingyun extend his large tongue to entwine with He Xiulan's delicate tongue, pulling it into his mouth and sucking and wriggling.

Chapter 9 Each with their own ulterior motives

The feeling of warm and soft jade made Meng Jingyun's scalp tingle instantly. It was too comfortable, especially hearing He
Xiulan's satisfied murmurs and the fiery intensity of her entanglement.

Kissing a mature woman is a completely different experience. She can subtly arouse your desire,
and with incredible passion.

This was a feeling Meng Jingyun had never experienced before. Asakawa Yuko's lips and tongue were smooth, but she had never
kissed before, only giving you a choice. Even her occasional responses were gentle, but lacked a certain unrestrained
passion .

But He Xiulan was completely different. She was a mature woman, in the prime of her life. Once aroused, her
seductive charm would overwhelm her, clinging tightly to Meng Jingyun's chest, as if she wanted to
melt into his body.

"Hehe..."

Meng Jingyun chuckled inwardly. This woman had been empty for so long. She wrapped her arms around his neck, entwining her lips with his
, tsk tsk tsk... Two people who needed each other, their lips locked, refusing to let go, biting and shoving.

All they knew was kissing; they couldn't do anything else.

He Xiulan suddenly trembled... then a long, murmured sound escaped her throat, and she came
.

Meng Jingyun finally broke free from He Xiulan's embrace, licked his lips, and looked at
He Xiulan, who was shyly burying her head in her chest. "Sister, you're so passionate!"

"...Don't tease me, little brother Meng. Don't you understand my feelings? From now on,
you're the only man in my heart."

Hearing this, Meng Jingyun knew that He Xiulan was impatient, but he didn't want to just take her like that.
"That's what I've been waiting for." With that,

Meng Jingyun was about to press He Xiulan down on the bed.

"Wait! I haven't taken off my shoes yet."

"I'll help you take them off. Put your arms around my neck."

He Xiulan did as he was told, putting her arms around Meng Jingyun's neck. Meng Jingyun smiled and then bent one of He Xiulan's legs
. With this bend, He Xiulan's skirt revealed a glimpse of her cleavage.

Flesh-colored thin silk lace, narrow and hollowed-out black panties, tightly wrapped... covering her vulva... like a
man's head.

He Xiulan's face flushed crimson, as if burning with fire. She shyly buried her head in Meng Jingyun's arms,
too embarrassed look any longer. Meng Jingyun removed her high heels one by one, playing with her delicate toes in his hands.

Finally, Meng Jingyun broke free from He Xiulan's embrace, licked his lips, and looked at He Xiulan, who was blushing and burying her head in
his chest "Sister, you're so passionate!"

"...Don't tease me, little brother Meng. Don't you understand my feelings? From now on,
you're the only man in my heart."

Hearing this, Meng Jingyun knew He Xiulan was impatient, but he didn't want to just take her like that.
"That's exactly what I've been waiting for."

With that, Meng Jingyun pressed He Xiulan down onto the bed.

"Don't rush! I haven't taken my shoes off yet."

"I'll help you take them off, put your arms around brother's neck."

He Xiulan did as she was told, putting her arms around Meng Jingyun's neck. Meng Jingyun smiled and then
bent one of He Xiulan's legs up. With this bend, He Xiulan's skirt revealed a glimpse

of her cleavage. Flesh-colored thin silk lace, narrow and hollowed-out black panties tightly wrapped... covering her vulva, full...
like a man's head.

He Xiulan's face flushed red, as if it were on fire. She shyly buried her head in Meng Jingyun's arms,
too embarrassed look any further. Meng Jingyun took off her high heels one by one, playing with her jade-like toes in his hands.

But one hand held the milky white high heels that had just been taken off her feet, sniffed them, and
shamelessly stuck out his tongue and licked them. Seeing this, He Xiulan immediately buried her head in Meng
Jingyun's arms, too embarrassed to look any further.

"This little brother is too...but...so exciting..."

Thinking this, He Xiulan's vagina convulsed again, releasing some fluid.

Meng Jingyun saw every reaction from He Xiulan's body. He Xiulan was sitting on his lap, and
he could clearly feel her trembling body below, while his dragon pressed against the
warm depths of her triangle.

The warm currents gushing from her entrance made his penis swell...

"Sister,"

Meng Jingyun said lewdly, playing with He Xiulan's toes, "You took a shower downstairs before coming up, didn't you?" Meng Jingyun

knew that the rooms in this VIP ward had changing rooms and bathrooms for the nursing staff.

"Yes!"

He Xiulan nodded, her feet tense in Meng Jingyun's hands, her heart pounding, waiting for the storm to
break . She had been anticipating this for a long time.

Upon hearing this, Meng Jingyun immediately laid He Xiulan flat on the hospital bed. He quickly
removed the casts and bandages from his leg; it was already healed. He rolled off the bed, lifted one of He Xiulan's
thighs , sniffed it (no odor), and then began to savor it.

"Ah!...Little Brother Meng..."

He Xiulan was instantly overwhelmed. When had she ever been served like this by a man? Her deceased husband always just took off
his clothes for sex, knowing nothing of flirting or making love, and always finishing quickly.

She hadn't expected this.

In an instant, He Xiulan's delicate body writhed on the bed like a water snake, her toes pointed, her plump buttocks arched,
her 36D breasts heaving. "No..."

Meng Jingyun ignored her struggles, gripping one of her stockinged thighs tightly, watching the beautiful young woman's helplessness...
The sight was truly delightful; the view beneath her skirt was completely exposed, her black, sheer, openwork panties were already soaking wet
, and her full, secluded valley was spasming incessantly. Yes, He Xiulan had climaxed again. Meng Jingyun never expected that this
woman was so sensitive; the slightest touch was enough to cause her to completely collapse.

"Little brother...stop teasing me...just give it to me!"

He Xiulan couldn't take it anymore. Her private parts were like a muddy pool, unbearably itchy, but Meng Jingyun
just wouldn't touch her there...

"Hehe! Sister, don't worry, we have plenty of time tonight, let's have some fun." As he spoke, Meng Jingyun
took off his hospital gown, revealing a bronze-colored, steel-like body. His high, bulging, clearly defined muscles were like iron
, full of powerful explosive force.

Especially his dragon, with bulging veins, as thick as a child's arm. He Xiulan estimated that it was
probably three times the length of her husband's. She swallowed, her face turning pale. If this dragon were
to penetrate her private parts, then...

He Xiulan didn't dare to imagine it; she would die.

"Hehe!"

Meng Jingyun saw He Xiulan's dazed look with her mouth agape, and found it extremely cute. He leaned forward and kissed her
lips. "Beauty, what are you looking at!"

"Ugh!"

He Xiulan quickly grabbed the blanket and covered her face, not daring to look anymore. "Little brother, it's too big.
I'm afraid I can't take it."

"Still calling me little brother? Is mine small?"

Meng Jingyun said, rubbing his huge dragon against her navel. He Xiulan's body trembled. "...Brother!
I can't take it."

"Take it slow. You'll get used to it. Don't underestimate your little mouth down there. Its swallowing power
might far exceed your imagination. Besides, I, Meng Jingyun, am not a tyrannical person. On the contrary, I will
cherish you."

"Hmm! Be gentle."

Meng Jingyun got off the bed again and, with He Xiulan's cooperation, took off her panties. Immediately, her perfect
vulva was revealed. Her labia were open, as if breathing air. White vaginal fluid
flowed into her buttocks. There was very little pubic hair, only a small part above the vaginal opening.

Meng Jingyun sat on the bed, spreading He Xiulan's two rounded thighs apart, sitting between them. He lifted one leg,
gently stroking and licking it, while his other large hand traveled upwards, finally reaching the full, secluded valley beneath her skirt
, kneading it. He didn't press directly on the vaginal opening, but rather on the sparse pubic hair above. With each kneading,
her small mouth would open, spurting out some vaginal fluid.

Cute and seductive.

With each opening and closing, it seemed as if she was saying, "Brother! Come on, your sister can't wait."

"Ahhhhh... umm..."

He Xiulan lay on the bed, already starting to play with her two large breasts, kneading and pressing them together. The
two large white balls, with her kneading, transformed into various shapes, swaying out waves of milk...

Her plump buttocks arched up again and again, anticipating Meng Jingyun's fingers caressing her wetness.

"Waaaaah..."

He Xiulan's brows furrowed, appearing to be in great pain. Her lower mouth opened and closed, hot juices
slowly overflowing. "Good brother, you... don't..."

Seeing that the foreplay was almost over, Meng Jingyun, amidst He Xiulan's cry of surprise, instantly dragged her legs
off the bed, hoisted them onto his shoulders, opened his mouth wide, and with a thrust, instantly took He Xiulan's triangle into his
mouth , his two full lips frantically devouring her...

"Ah..."

Caught off guard by such treatment, He Xiulan's delicate body trembled violently, her legs flailing wildly, desperately
clamping Meng Jingyun's head between her legs, her plump buttocks meeting his, pressing down on Meng Jingyun's mouth.

Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk... Meng Jingyun took the abalone into his mouth and sucked and writhed wave after wave, biting and
teasing , pushing it into the vaginal walls, stirring...

No matter how much He Xiulan struggled, she wouldn't let go... Then he stripped off He Xiulan's nurse's uniform,
leaving her only in flesh-colored stockings, and then turned her over and lay on the bed, launching a 69 offensive...

Although He Xiulan had never performed oral sex on a man before, when Meng Jingyun's huge dragon came close to her red lips,
she seemed to have found an outlet for her desires. She grabbed Meng Jingyun's big dragon, and although she couldn't take it all in her mouth, she
sucked and writhed desperately, licking it irregularly with the tip of her tongue.

Hiss...

Meng Jingyun suddenly felt his dragon being wrapped in a warm, tight grip of flesh. He thrust a few times, while also
serving He Xiulan. At this moment, he was lying below, and He Xiulan sat on his mouth with her full, firm, and pert buttocks
, her entire face covered by her buttocks.

He grabbed her buttocks and held them down, thrusting and frantically sucking her juices… “Mmm! Brother… Brother
…”

He Xiulan had never experienced such treatment before, such a stimulating method was something she dared not even imagine.

Lin Hua’s image had long been forgotten, replaced by Meng Jingyun’s tall and handsome figure.

Mmmmmmmmmmm… He Xiulan’s long hair was draped to one side, her delicate face was flushed red,
her small mouth was open, one hand gripping Meng Jingyun’s huge dragon, saliva overflowing, she was so happy she was almost crying, her
throat was whimpering, and she kept murmuring, so comfortable that she forgot to serve Meng Jingyun, only knowing to twist her fat buttocks and
grind them hard against Meng Jingyun’s face.

Slap…

Meng Jingyun slapped her, and she continued to devour his dragon. …That night, He Xiulan’s vagina
was flooded, she lost count of how many times she came, she really didn’t expect that Meng Jingyun’s technique was so superb, conquering her with just
his mouth .

Meng Jingyun swallowed all of He Xiulan's vaginal fluid. Aside from not actually penetrating her, He Xiulan, under his
guidance , used her mouth, feet, and breasts to service him, eventually ejaculating. To He Xiulan's surprise,
Meng Jingyun didn't continue the act with her. Instead, he held her and slept, doing nothing else.

Although somewhat disappointed, He Xiulan was also satisfied. Things had progressed too quickly; she felt
it had gone too fast. At this moment, her heart was set on this young man, Meng Jingyun.

With Meng Jingyun, she experienced a passion she had never felt before.

Of course, Meng Jingyun wouldn't easily devour He Xiulan; otherwise, he would be no different from a beast. While he enjoyed
the result, he valued the process even more.

Although he didn't penetrate her, he naturally indulged in masturbation, and mutual caresses were indispensable. Playing with ambiguity with women...
The most agonizing choice was between eating and not eating.

Meng Jingyun sought a complete emotional investment, a release without feeling; he might as well have gone to a
prostitute . But He Xiulan was different; she was a respectable woman. Meng Jingyun wanted He Xiulan to fall completely in love with him, and he wanted
to love her in return.

Half a month later, Meng Jingyun finally couldn't bear it any longer and was discharged from the hospital. In fact, given his physical condition, he could have been discharged much earlier,
but anything unusual would seem suspicious, and he didn't want to attract Zhuo Bufan's attention.

During this time, his sister Meng Qing never visited him again. His godfather, Meng Huai Ren, never came,
seemingly treating his godson as if he didn't exist, whether he was alive or dead was no longer important.

But Meng Jingyun wasn't lonely. During the day, Chi Fei Rong would come to see him with soup, and at night, He Xiulan would sleep with him—a rather
erotic hospital stay.

On their last night, Meng Jingyun and He Xiulan were intimate in bed. He Xiulan told Meng Jingyun that she had used
the money her husband had given her as compensation to open a small beauty salon in the city, and business was doing quite well. She had already resigned
from her job.

Now that Meng Jingyun was being discharged from the hospital, she wouldn't work anymore. As long as she could maintain the beauty salon business and support
her daughter's university education, she would be content. Of course, she hoped Meng Jingyun would visit her often.

Meanwhile, Zhuo Bufan, that hypocritical and sanctimonious man, was constantly visiting the hospital, maintaining his facade as a good
cousin .

Meng Jingyun was happy to play along, using the opportunity to probe his intentions. The two were outwardly friendly but inwardly scheming, each harboring their own secrets and
mutual contempt.

"Jingyun! I've already taken care of your discharge procedures. Since you're free today, why don't I drive you
home?"

"Hehe! No need, I'm fully recovered now, and Feirong is with me."

Meng Jingyun winked at Zhuo Bufan. "They say that those who survive a great calamity are destined for good fortune. Look, after
this incident, isn't Feirong even more considerate of me? Hehe! So, cousin, please don't ruin our
little world."

Zhuo Bufan smiled understandingly. "Alright, go home and rest well. If you need anything, just
call me. Don't hesitate to ask. I have some things to do at the company, so I'll be going now."

"Okay! Don't bother seeing me out. Oh! By the way, cousin, I read in the car magazine yesterday that our group's
Hongshuwang car dealership recently ordered a batch of BMW 7 Series luxury sports cars. Your cousin just got discharged, shouldn't
we celebrate?"

Meng Jingyun looked expectant, without the slightest embarrassment.

Chapter 10 Flirting

"Uh—okay! No problem."

Zhuo Bufan readily agreed with a smile, "It's only right to celebrate my cousin's discharge from the hospital."

He had no choice but to agree; he couldn't just take back what he'd just said!

"Then thank you very much."

"Useless! Let's see how long you can keep this up."

Turning around, Zhuo Bufan's smile vanished instantly. Over a million yuan gone to waste again.

"Idiot! Let's see how long you can keep up this act. I'll make sure you're bankrupt, or I'm not a Meng."

"Let's go! Fei Rong, let's go back."

Meng Jingyun reached out and grabbed Chi Fei Rong's waist.

"Oh!"

Seeing Zhuo Bufan's embarrassed expression, Chi Fei Rong's pretty face flushed red, and she felt quite pleased.

As soon as Meng Jingyun was discharged from the hospital, Chen Hong arrived at the ward. She found the
bed . With a slightly surprised tone, she asked, "Where's the patient?"

"Director, the patient was just discharged."

"What? Discharged? I didn't know."

Chen Hong was astonished. "Why didn't anyone notify me?"

The nurse looked innocent. Chen Hong knew she couldn't make the decision, so she turned and left. Thinking
back, Chen Hong decided it didn't matter. Discharge was fine! She already had Meng Jingyun's blood sample, enough for her
research. Besides, she had Meng Jingyun's address; if there were any problems, she could go directly to his door.

In the upscale Tianfu residential area, in front of a three-story Western-style villa, as soon as Meng Jingyun got out of the car, an
elderly man with graying temples and a hale and hearty face greeted him. "Young Master!"

"Uncle Hong!"

The elderly man before her was the Meng family's butler, Meng Huai Ren's personal attendant.

"Uncle Hong! What brings you here in person?"

Meng Jingyun was someone Uncle Hong had watched grow up since childhood. Although they were master and servant, Meng Jingyun was still
very kind to Uncle Hong.

Uncle Hong's body was always hunched over. "Master's sixtieth birthday is in half a month. Don't forget to attend.
Also , Master hasn't been feeling well lately. Please take some time to go back and visit him!"

"Is it because Godfather's heart condition has flared up again?"

"Yes! It's his old ailment." "

Godfather hasn't had an attack for several years. What a coincidence!"

Lying on the sofa, Meng Jingyun recalled Uncle Hong's words and couldn't help but wonder. "Changjiang
Group was founded by my godfather, Meng Huai-ren, who holds the largest share, 20%. Meng Qing holds four shares,
and Meng Jing-yun holds three, totaling 27 shares.

There are also five other major shareholders, holding a total of 24 shares. The remaining 49 shares are traded on the stock market
among millions of shareholders.

Zhuo Bu-fan wants to control Changjiang Group. If he has already gained control of the other five shareholders and
their support, he will now hold 24% of the shares.

If he also gains the support of his three shares, he can take control of Changjiang Group, remove Meng
Qing from her position as general manager, and then rightfully sit in the general manager's seat. Once that
happens , Changjiang Group will be at his mercy.

No wonder! No wonder Zhuo Bu-fan has been so scheming to sow discord between my sister and me; this is the reason!"

Meng Jing-yun seemed to have suddenly understood, but all of this was just his deduction. Whether it was true or not
still needed to be proven.

If it was true, then things would be much easier.

"What are you thinking about?"

Chi Feirong saw Meng Jingyun sitting silently on the sofa, lost in thought,
her brows . She approached him. She was secretly puzzled. Since Meng Jingyun woke up
, he seemed like a different person. Before, he would have been flirting with her. Had something gone
wrong ?

"Are you feeling unwell?"

Chi Feirong touched Meng Jingyun's forehead.

"It's nothing, I was just thinking that now that school's out for break, it means I have plenty of time to play.
Tell me, where else do you want to go? I'll definitely go with you."

Meng Jingyun pulled Chi Feirong's hand and sat down.

"I'm not going anywhere. If it weren't for me going to Huangshan to see the golden monkeys, you wouldn't have..."

"Look at what you're saying, it's not your fault."

Although Chi Feirong didn't like Meng Jingyun, she had to admit that Meng Jingyun was indeed very good to her,
giving her all. Take the incident at Huangshan, for example. If she hadn't gone to see the golden monkeys, Meng Jingyun wouldn't have
been injured, and almost died. Therefore, Chi Feirong felt very guilty.

"Take a shower first! I've already started stewing chicken soup in the pot."

Chi Feirong said gently.

"Don't bother yourself. You've been taking care of me for over half a month, and you've lost weight. You should go back and rest properly
."

Seeing Chi Feirong's haggard and pale face, Meng Jingyun felt very sorry for her. "By the way!
Is Auntie alright?"

Meng Jingyun remembered what Zhuo Bufan had said at the hospital.

"She's wonderful!"

Chi Feirong looked at Meng Jingyun, puzzled. "Why are you suddenly asking about my mother?"

"Nothing, I was just thinking that since you're already my girlfriend, shouldn't I, as your future son-in-law,
visit my future mother-in-law?"

"Who's your girlfriend?"

It was rare for Meng Jingyun to see Chi Feirong speak to him in such a coquettish tone. This was the first time, and for a
moment , Meng Jingyun was stunned.

Coquettishness! It's a woman's nature, but a woman like Chi Feirong, with her cold and aloof temperament, comparable to Meng Qing,
would never easily act coquettishly in front of a man. Could it be?

Meng Jingyun fantasized in his heart, could it be as Zhuo Bufan said, that because he risked his life to save her this time, Chi Feirong
was finally moved by his sincerity and began to accept him in her heart?

Once this thought arose, Meng Jingyun couldn't stop fantasizing. The dormant heart rekindled
the flame . Although he had previously prepared to let go, if Chi Feirong really… he would absolutely not let go.

Chapter 11 Hunyuan Technique

"Idiot! What are you looking at?"

Chi Feirong blushed deeply, shyly glancing away at Meng Jingyun's burning gaze.

"There's definitely a chance!"

Meng Jingyun was overjoyed, secretly resolving that he couldn't allow his future mother-in-law to suffer any
harm Zhuo Bufan had said that this mother-in-law was a rare beauty; if he could get both mother and daughter...

The thought filled Meng Jingyun with excitement.

He stared intently at Chi Feirong. Today, she wore a silver-gray leather dress, sleeveless, and
a black bra was clearly visible beneath her breasts. The bra's support created a white
cleavage , incredibly alluring.

The narrow skirt, barely reaching her knees, tightly hugged her round, firm buttocks, revealing her long,
smooth, white, and poreless breasts—truly captivating.

Under the light, her skin shimmered, as if she were wearing long, thin, flesh-colored stockings, flawless .
On her feet were silver-gray ribbon-strap high heels, her toes meticulously manicured, and her
nails .

Chi Feirong glanced sideways and saw Meng Jingyun still watching her, so she quickly averted her gaze, turning her head away to conceal her shy face with her long
, black hair.

Meng Jingyun's heart surged. He slipped his wrist through Chi Feirong's flawless white legs, pulling her into his arms.
Chi Feirong feigned resistance, still turning her head away, unable to look Meng Jingyun in the eye.

"Hehe! Fei Rong, you're so beautiful, breathtakingly beautiful."

Meng Jingyun took Chi Fei Rong's wrist, stroking the small silver-gray ring on her wrist. Then his hand
slid down , caressing her long, rounded breasts, as if admiring a work of art, slowly rubbing them, feeling
the smooth, fleshy texture between his fingers.

"Mmm!"

Chi Fei Rong's face instantly turned completely red, her eyes glazed over, her breasts heaving.

Meng Jingyun pushed aside the tight hem of her skirt and slipped his hand inside her thighs, near the edge of her vulva.

"No..."

Meng Jingyun glanced at Chi Fei Rong's soft eyes and fragrant breath. Although he was on the verge of collapse,
he withdrew his hand, instead wrapping his arms around her waist, gently turning her face towards him, inhaling
the sweet scent emanating from her mouth and nose, a fragrance that filled his senses, intoxicating and captivating.

Her red lips were right before him, and Meng Jingyun could have covered them at any moment, teasingly sucking on her delicate tongue.
But he only lightly pecked at them before separating.

Chi Feirong was almost suffocating. She could feel her manhood awakening. If Meng Jingyun were to
take her body now, she would feel guilty. She wouldn't refuse, but she was unwilling.

She had fallen for Meng Jingyun, but it was a complex feeling of gratitude; she knew it wasn't love.

Just as Meng Jingyun kissed her lips, she closed her eyes and resigned herself to her fate. But Meng Jingyun
pulled away immediately, and she looked at him in confusion.

"My little darling!"

Meng Jingyun tapped Chi Feirong's nose. "You'll be mine sooner or later. I'll make you fall in love with me. It's too late!
I'll take you home!"...

Late at night, in the villa's back garden.

Meng Jingyun finished his practice and stood calmly, feeling the abundant internal energy in his dantian.

Before him lay a round wooden table, a meter in diameter and a foot thick, weighing approximately seventy pounds. Meng Jingyun suddenly
spun around, leaped, and somersaulted, his rounded legs tracing a magnificent arc through the night air
. Gathering all his strength, he brought the table down with a sudden, devastating strike!

*Bang

!* The round wooden table didn't break, but it instantly flipped over. *Whoosh…*—Carrying the heavy
wooden block, the entire edge of the original table, struck by gravity, instantly lifted off the concrete floor,
tumbling three meters into the air.

"It doesn't crack!"

Seeing that the table didn't break, Meng Jingyun's brow furrowed. He leaped again, unleashing his Cloud Dragon Leg technique, his legs like dragons
and arrows, slamming into the center of the table. *Bang!* This time, Meng Jingyun used all his strength. *Whoosh~*—Before
the table even hit the ground, it was sent flying again by Meng Jingyun's force.

*Boom…*—Flying five meters, it crashed directly into a tree as thick as a bowl before
landing .

*Crack!*

Meng Jingyun stepped forward and saw that the tree trunk had split open, unable to withstand the pressure of the dense branches, and had fallen to one side.
In the center of the wooden table was a footprint half an inch deep.

Indeed, the wood was tightly connected and extremely resilient; to shatter it without
a powerful force to hold it in place would be difficult.

Although somewhat disappointed, Meng Jingyun was very happy with the effect on his first attempt.
He truly wanted to thank his parents, whom he had never met before they died.

This jade pendant was given to him by his parents at birth; they didn't know where it came from, but it
contained phoenix blood and a peerless martial arts technique, the Hunyuan Technique.

The Hunyuan Technique had five levels. The initial stage, where one cultivates internal energy, is the Cloud Sea Realm. The next level is the Qi Mang Realm, where one opens all the meridians and cultivates
Qi Aura. Finally, one opens the Ren and Du meridians, the gateway to life and death, where a Qi vortex forms in the dantian, constantly cultivating.

The third level is "Gathering Qi to Form a Dragon," where all the internal energy in the dantian is twisted into a single, pure rope. With
every movement a punch can unleash a dragon of energy, sending sand and stones flying—a truly powerful and formidable force. This level is called "Gathering Qi to Form
a Dragon."

The fourth level is the True Qi Realm, the highest level of martial arts. Internal energy transforms into True Qi,
forming a protective aura on the body's surface, making it impenetrable to weapons…

The fifth level is the Divine Control Realm, where the three treasures of essence, qi, and spirit merge, and internal energy transforms into true qi. The three treasures of the human body are essence,
qi, and spirit. Essence is power, qi and blood are the driving force, and essence is the supreme leader in propelling qi and blood to generate power.

Therefore, when the three are united, their power is boundless. Every strand of true qi is enveloped in the cultivator's will ,
freely controllable. Moreover, when internal energy transforms into true qi and reaches the Divine Control Realm, two great flames ignite in the dantian : the Elemental Fire and the Lotus Platform Fire, one red and one green. The Elemental Fire can refine wondrous magical treasures, while the Lotus Platform Fire can cultivate wondrous elixirs. Not only that, but an ancient, invisible ring Fangcun Mountain contained countless treasures, but with Meng Jingyun's current power, he couldn't open it. Only those who reached the Divine Control Realm could open the treasure mountain, and Meng Jingyun's current cultivation was only at the Cloud Sea Realm ; reaching the Divine Control Realm was still a long way off. Chapter 12 Mother-in-Law's Happy Community. "Mom!" Chi Feirong had just returned home when she saw her mother, Chi Biyun, slumped on the sofa, cold sweat dripping down her face, clutching her chest. She quickly went over and took out a black pill, giving it to her mother. As soon as the pill was taken, Chi Biyun felt the pain in her chest subside. She knew the sharp pain in her chest earlier was from the Heart-Eating Gu attack. Zhuo Bufan had somehow learned this witchcraft , using the Heart-Eating Gu to control Chi Feirong's mother, forcing her to submit. "You brat! If you'd come back any later, I'd be dead!" After taking a sip of water, Chi Biyun finally calmed down. Chi Feirong quickly brought her mother a handkerchief to wipe the cold sweat from her forehead. Zhuo Bufan was right; Chi Biyun was indeed a rare beauty. At this moment, her alluring figure was covered by a white silk nightgown as she lay on her side on the sofa. Although she was fully covered, it wasn't hard to imagine how alluring her true appearance was just from the outline of her body. She probably wasn't wearing anything underneath; her breasts rose and fell with her short breaths, her curves heaving, and her nipples were faintly visible. The nightgown clung tightly to her rounded abdomen, and although the waist of a mature woman wasn't as slender as a young girl's, it exuded a unique and seductive charm. Graceful and alluring, the nightgown below her abdomen was quite long, but at this moment, as Chi Biyun curled up on the sofa, the flawless, silvery-white silk was exposed under the blue and white light, making her incredibly charming. Her hair was disheveled, a few strands of dark locks still clinging to her flushed face with beads of sweat. Her cherry-red lips parted slightly, a delicate fragrance escaping her lips in rapid breaths. Her eyes were misty and melancholic, and at this moment, Chi Biyun possessed an added touch of wild allure. Unfortunately, no man could see this. "Mom! It's all my fault..." Seeing her mother in such pain, Chi Feirong felt an unspeakable and helpless sorrow. From childhood to adulthood, she had never seen her father; her mother had raised her single-handedly, which had been incredibly difficult. Therefore, she worked hard to repay her mother, but misfortune struck unexpectedly. "Silly girl, how could I blame you! Blame that bastard Meng Jingyun. If it weren't for him, how could my daughter and I have gotten into this mess? That damned bastard, why didn't he just fall to his death?" "Mom! He did save me, after all." "You're wrong! It's only right that he saved you. If he hadn't insisted on taking you to Huangshan to see that damned monkey , this wouldn't have happened." "I wanted to see it." "If you wanted to see it, you'd still be dealing with that kid." "Mom!" "That damned bastard, I have to curse him, I won't feel at ease if I don't." The next day. "Where are we going?" "Nothing, just driving around. My cousin brought this car over this morning, I'm testing its performance." The BMW 7 Series sports car was personally delivered by Zhuo Bufan this morning. His efficiency was really fast, Meng Jingyun thought to herself with contempt. After leaving Tianfu Residential Area, they merged into the traffic on the main street, heading straight for the western part of the city where the richest people lived. Huaiyang City, with its superior natural conditions in the west, boasts clean air, minimal industry, and less noise. Real estate developers have built numerous high-end residential villas here, attracting wealthy residents accustomed to a fast-paced lifestyle who prefer to buy homes and vacation in this quiet area. Meng Jingyun kept an eye on the road behind him, only relaxing when he saw no one was following. He reasoned that someone was indeed monitoring him. "Jingyun!" "Hmm!" Meng Jingyun glanced back at Chi Feirong. "What's up? Speak." "Your cousin is really good to you!" "Yes!" " What about your sister? Is she good to you?" Chi Feirong asked tentatively. "No! She's never given me a kind look since we were little." Meng Jingyun slowly slowed the car down. Ahead was Liu Hanliang's house. Liu Hanliang was one of the five shareholders. His purpose in coming out today was to find out whether the five shareholders had been controlled by Zhuo Bufan, or if they had conspired together.

Chi Feirong bit her lower lip lightly. "If, I mean if, if Changjiang Group
were to choose a general manager again between your sister and cousin, who would you choose?"

Meng Jingyun chuckled inwardly. Zhuo Bufan was using Chi Feirong to blackmail him; it was indeed a good bargaining chip. But Chi Feirong wasn't
one to lie.

"Why are you suddenly asking this question? Isn't the company doing just fine?"

"I was just asking."

"Who do you want me to choose?"

Meng Jingyun asked abruptly.

"..."

Meng Jingyun drove around the villa complex in the west of the city and finally came to a conclusion: the five shareholders
were likely already under Zhuo Bufan's control. The gates were locked, and no one was to be seen.

"What a grand scheme. The five shareholders and their families probably number over twenty. All of them are under control
. How many people would be needed to guard them?"

Meng Jingyun thought about it carefully and realized that these five shareholders and Meng Huai Ren had a decades-long relationship, from the company's founding to the current
size It was possible for one of them to betray him, but for all five to betray him together was absolutely
impossible.

Moreover, Zhuo Bufan's efforts were definitely not just about securing the position of General Manager of Changjiang Group.
Given his ambition, he certainly wanted to control the company; he wanted to be both General Manager and Chairman.

"Wait in the car, I'll go in and see my godfather."

Meng Jingyun drove to the Meng family's estate in the western district.

With a creak, "Young Master is back."

A servant opened the iron gate, and Meng Jingyun walked straight in. "Is Miss here?"

"Yes!"

"I heard my godfather is sick. Is he seriously ill?" "He

hasn't gotten out of bed for days."

"Oh! Is Zhuo Bufan here too?"

"Yes! He's in the living room."

Chapter 13 The Furious Sister

"Doctor! How is my father's illness? You said he was fine, but it's been half a month and he's still
not getting better!"

In the living room, Meng Qing was still dressed in a black business suit. She looked anxious, a far cry from
her usual serious and domineering demeanor at the company.

Meng Huai Ren had been bedridden for half a month, constantly in a daze, only breaking out in cold sweats. Her father
had always been the pillar of the family. If he were to fall ill, she didn't know what would happen. The entire Changjiang Group,
from top to bottom , needed managing. Meng Qing wasn't afraid of those things; she was afraid that if Meng Huai Ren fell, she, a woman, would lose
her pillar of support.

No matter how strong she was, she was still just a woman. ...

"Chairwoman Meng mainly needs to rest and must not be subjected to any stimulation. Farewell!"

"Thank you, doctor, for making this trip."

Zhuo Bufan saw the doctor to the door, then turned around and saw Meng Jingyun. He immediately put on a smile, "Jingyun!
Why are you back today?"

"Yes! Cousin, I came back to see my godfather. I heard he was sick."

As he spoke, Meng Jingyun walked into the living room. Seeing his sister Meng Qing's red and swollen eyes, with tears still wet on her face, he felt a pang of heartache.

"Sister! I came back to see my godfather. How is he? Is he alright?"

As he spoke, Meng Jingyun crossed his legs and sat down, naturally taking out a cigarette and lighting it.

Everything was so natural, because this was the man he used to be.

"What are you doing here!"

The moment Meng Qing saw Meng Jingyun, especially his nonchalant, carefree attitude and lack of
seriousness , her anger flared instantly.

Unable to suppress her rage, she snatched the cigarette from Meng Jingyun's mouth and threw it away, then dragged him
away. "Get out! Get out! I don't want to see you, and my dad doesn't want to see you either."

In Meng Qing's mind, her father's heart condition was caused by Meng Jingyun's anger.

"What are you doing!"

Meng Jingyun patted the buttons on his shirt that Meng Qing had ripped off, his gaze involuntarily
sweeping over her heaving chest. "I came back to see my godfather out of kindness, why are you so angry?"

"I don't care!"

Meng Qing glared and snorted coldly.

"Whether you like it or not is your business, whether I look at it or not is mine. If you don't like me, fine, but
you can't refuse my filial piety towards my godfather!"

"Filial piety!"

Meng Qing glanced sideways at Meng Jingyun, a mocking smile on her lips, her eyes filled with disdain. "I think you have
ulterior motives ! You're thinking of coming back to get a bigger share of the inheritance because my dad's dying."

"Hey! I never said that! Don't wrong me."

Hearing this, Meng Jingyun immediately felt like a mouse caught by the tail.

"Wrong you? I think I've hit the nail on the head! Don't pretend to be a filial son.
Do you think I don't know what kind of person you are? If you were truly filial, you wouldn't have made my dad sick."

"What are you saying!"

Meng Jingyun was furious at Meng Qing's words.

He said, his face flushed and neck thick, "How could I have made Godfather sick? Are you still holding onto
what ? I've told you so many times, I was drunk then. Can things that happened when you're drunk even count? Cousin, don't you think so?"

Meng Jingyun looked at Zhuo Bufan beside him.

"Hehe!"

Zhuo Bufan chuckled.

"Drunk? I think you're perfectly sober."

Meng Qing put her hands on her hips, pointed at Meng Jingyun's nose, and scolded, "Your bedroom is on the first floor, and mine is on
the third floor . Besides, my bedroom is locked! Humph! You think you're perfectly sober? You were drunk and still managed
to find the key to unlock the door. What a joke! Didn't you plan this all along? Tell me! Let's see how you explain yourself.
You're worse than an animal. Only someone like you could do something like this."

Meng Qing was really out of her mind. She actually
revealed .

"You're trying to deny it!"

Seeing that Meng Jingyun was speechless, Meng Qing's eyes revealed a triumphant look. From childhood,
every time the siblings argued, it was because Meng Qing was a girl who cared a lot about her image, and Meng Jingyun always had her completely under his thumb. Now,
she wasn't afraid anymore; to hell with face!

"Maybe I was going to the rooftop to cool off and went into the wrong room,"

Meng Jingyun suddenly whispered.

"Stop making excuses; you can't even lie properly."

"Anyway, I absolutely have to see my godfather today."

Meng Jingyun feigned helplessness.

"Don't even think about it!"

Meng Qing rolled up her sleeves, poised to attack. "I refuse to believe I can't handle you."

Meng Jingyun immediately shrank back.

"Xiao Qing, I think we should let Jingyun meet his uncle! No matter how big a mistake he made, he's
lived for almost twenty years. Even without blood ties, those more than ten years of family affection can't be severed,"

Zhuo Bufan advised from the side, pretending to be a good person.

"No way! I'm warning you."

Meng Qing put her hands on her hips, pointed at everyone in the room, and scolded, "Anyone who lets him in to see
my dad and causes his condition to worsen will be held responsible."

Meng Jingyun glanced at Zhuo Bufan, a grateful look in his eyes. "That damn hypocrite, I'll expose your true colors
sooner or later , damn it!"

Chapter 14 Gold Coast

"Jingyun! Don't be discouraged."

Zhuo Bufan saw Meng Jingyun to the door, patted him on the shoulder and said, "I'll
speak up future."

"Come on! Cousin, Meng Qing hates me to the bone now. With her around, she'll never let me see
my godfather . I don't think she has any good intentions. She said I came back to fight for the inheritance, but that's what she really thinks
. Anyway, I'm leaving."

Meng Jingyun waved his hand, "See you!"

"Take care, Jingyun, drive carefully."

Zhuo Bufan loved seeing Meng Jingyun and Meng Qing, the siblings, argue; the bigger the conflict, the better, because
that's how his plan would succeed.

Judging from today's situation, Zhuo Bufan knew he was close to success.

"Did you see your godfather?"

Chi Feirong asked.

*Snap!* Meng Jingyun closed the car door and started the engine. "No."

"Where to now?"

"Golden Coast."

Golden Coast was a mid-to-low-end leisure and entertainment center,
opened with money Meng Jingyun had specifically asked Zhuo Bufan for. Currently, it was being looked after by his close friend, Hu Sun, nicknamed Fatty.

Inside a spacious and bright silver cabinet KTV room, Chi Feirong sat on a sofa on one side,
singing into a microphone, while Meng Jingyun and Fatty sat on the other side.

"Brother Yun, it's been a long time since you've been here. Have you found a beauty?"

Fatty glanced at Chi Feirong. "Forgot about your brother?"

"What are you talking about?"

Meng Jingyun picked up his glass, clinked it against Fatty's, then downed his beer in one gulp,
letting out a soft sigh. "What a load of rubbish."

"Heh! You're not happy? You've even got your hands on our school's most beautiful teacher, Ms. Asakawa Yuko!
Tell me, you wouldn't let me take the exam that day, has that Japanese woman made her move yet?"

"Let's not talk about that."

Meng Jingyun waved his hand. "What about you? Don't tell me you're still dealing with those monkeys from the Wild Dog Gang."

"Of course not, the Wild Dog Gang doesn't exist anymore."

Fatty said proudly.

"Heh! That's not bad."

As he spoke, Meng Jingyun suddenly remembered his recent experiences, feeling a bit annoyed, and sighed.

"What's wrong, Brother Yun?"

Meng Jingyun shook his head. "You don't know, if I hadn't been lucky, I wouldn't have had the chance to
drink ."

Hearing this, the fat man's brows furrowed, a vertical scar between his eyebrows connecting three
shallow expression lines, forming the character "王" (king).

The fat man knew that Meng Jingyun would never joke about his life. "Bang!"

He slammed his glass on the bar and said viciously, "Brother Yun, tell me, who was it? That son of a bitch,
I'll chop him up."

Chi Feirong glanced over.

"Fatty! I haven't finished speaking yet! What's the rush?"

Meng Jingyun patted the fat man's arm. "This has nothing to do with anyone else."

"Then finish! You know my temper, you're going to drive me crazy!" "

You know about the Huangshan cable car accident a few days ago, right?"

"Yeah!"

The fat man nodded.

"I was on that cable car at the time."

Fatty's eyes widened. "My goodness, so you were the one on TV who saved the damsel in distress! Damn it!
I saw the news, but they blurred your face. If I had known earlier, I would have gone to the hospital to see you. You have to believe
me."

"Alright! I know you too well."

Meng Jingyun waved his hand. "By the way! How's the thing I asked you to investigate?"

While at the hospital, Meng Jingyun called Fatty to ask him to investigate Zhuo Bufan's information. His cousin was hiding
too well; he had to find out more.

Fatty raised an eyebrow, revealing a rare serious expression. "Found it!"

He was about to continue when Meng Jingyun interrupted him. "Go to another room." ...

"Fei Rong, wait here for a moment. Fatty and I have something to do outside."

"Okay! Go ahead, don't worry about me."

"Sister-in-law, if you want to relax, you can get a massage or a foot bath. This leisure
club is owned by Brother Yun, so please don't be shy!"

Fatty smiled.

Chi Feirong nodded, watching Meng Jingyun and the fat man leave the private room. She shook her head, guessing to herself that
Meng Jingyun and the fat man's departure was surely not for anything good; they were

probably going to see prostitutes. She sighed inwardly, thinking that Meng Jingyun was truly an unambitious playboy, only knowing how to eat, drink,
and be merry, seeking enjoyment. His family fortune was about to be seized by outsiders, yet he remained oblivious. She had originally thought that Meng Jingyun
would mature after this incident.

She also made a decision in her mind: no matter what fate Meng Jingyun suffered, she was prepared
to stay by . Money didn't matter; she wasn't a woman who craved pleasure and was vain. As long as Meng Jingyun knew how to strive for improvement
, that would be enough—it would be repaying a debt of gratitude!

But now…

Meng Jingyun and the fat man arrived at the office on the third floor and sat down on the sofa. The fat man lit a cigarette for Meng Jingyun
before beginning to recount the information he had gathered.

"Actually, when you sent me the photo that day, I recognized the person in the photo. I didn't expect that he was your
cousin. He is now the owner of Dream Nightclub."

"What did you say? Dream Nightclub? Isn't that the territory of Fatty Pig King of the Poison Dragon Gang?"

Meng Jingyun looked at the fat man in surprise. He actually said that Zhuo Bufan was the owner of Dream Nightclub. It was unbelievable
. "What about Fatty Pig King?"

"Dead!"

"What happened? Who killed him?"

Chapter 15 Visiting Mother-in-Law

Meng Jingyun didn't expect that in the past few months, while he had been focusing all his attention on Asakawa Yuko, he hadn't even heard about the matter of Fatty Pig King of
the Poison Gang.

He had seen Fatty Pig King before. When he opened this Golden Coast Leisure Club, Fatty Pig King had brought his men
to cause trouble.

That guy was big and strong, and his punch had the force of two hundred kilograms, enough to break a person's intestines. Meng Jingyun
had even sparred with him back then and had taken a few punches. Who could have killed that guy?

"It was Zhuo Bufan. It's quite a coincidence. A little over a month ago, my men and I were drinking
and heading home. We had just driven to the street corner when we saw a huge group of people ahead, maybe thirty or fifty! We've all
seen Fatty the Pig before; his physique is easy to recognize."

Meng Jingyun nodded, signaling the fat man to continue.

The fat man took a puff of his cigarette before continuing, "The person surrounding them was Zhuo Bufan, and there was
another guy called Daozai, which I only found out about later. Guess what happened? Those three or fifty people were taken care of by
those two, especially Fatty the Pig. He died a horrible death. I saw Zhuo Bufan punch his fat
belly until it exploded, ripped out his internal organs, and stomped his head like a watermelon."

Meng Jingyun had witnessed Zhuo Bufan's strength. This guy was a special forces soldier and seemed to know some hard qigong.
None of the bodyguards at the Meng family manor were his match. Meng Jingyun absolutely believed that Zhuo Bufan killed Fatty the Pig.

But since this guy is already working for the Yangtze Group and still getting involved in underworld affairs, he's definitely not a
peaceful person. No wonder he has so much money; it turns out he got it all through shady dealings.

At this moment, a strong young man in his mid-twenties pushed open the door and walked in. This man had sharp eyes,
a resolute face, and a serious expression; he never smiled and was clearly a cunning and quick-witted person.

"Brother Yun, this is the person you asked me to find. His name is A-Jie. What do you think?"

the fat man introduced.

"Hmm!"

Meng Jingyun nodded, quite satisfied.

"You two can talk now!"

the fat man said, walking out of the office.

"Sit down!"

Meng Jingyun glanced at A-Jie, took out a cigarette, and tapped it against the cigarette pack.

"Thank you, Brother Yun, no thanks."

A-Jie shook his head respectfully. Being invited to the boss's office for a talk was an honor for him.

"Relax, I'm not very formal. Do you smoke?"

"...No!"

A-Jie waved his hand.

Meng Jingyun put the cigarette butt in his mouth, but before he could light it, A-Jie had already lit it with a lighter and leaned
over. "Hehe!"

Meng Jingyun chuckled; this kid was quite sensible.

He exhaled a puff of smoke, leaned back on the sofa, and then looked at A-Jie, saying, "Fatty told you everything,
right?"

He carefully observed A-Jie's expression, and seeing nothing amiss, nodded with satisfaction.

"Yes,"

A-Jie nodded.

"Do you know what I want you to do?"

"Yes, I know. Follow Xiao Dao."

"Be careful, this kid is no simpleton."...

That night, the moon was bright, the stars were few, and the sky was cloudless.

Meng Jingyun bought some gifts and, together with Chi Feirong, visited her mother, Chi Biyun.

He had known Chi Feirong for three years, but this was his first time visiting her home. Although Meng Jingyun often drove Chi Feirong
home, he had never entered her house before.

Hearing Zhuo Bufan threaten Chi Feirong at the hospital, saying that her mother's life was in his hands, Meng Jingyun came
today to see what was really going on. If there was a way to stop Zhuo Bufan's threat to Chi Feirong, that
would be ideal.

With a creak,

the door opened.

First, a refreshing fragrance wafted into Meng Jingyun's nostrils, invigorating him. Then, a beautiful woman who looked to be only about thirty years old came into
view , bearing an eight-tenths resemblance to Chi Feirong. She had

delicate eyebrows, phoenix eyes, a beautiful nose, and bright lips. Her dark eyes blinked like windows to the soul,
captivating . Her long, flowing black hair cascaded naturally over her shoulders, the ends curling back, gently brushing against her moist
cheeks.

A silver-gray eyeshadow adorned her brows, adding a touch of allure to her exquisitely beautiful face.
Her slightly parted lips, shimmering with glossy lip gloss under the light, added an extra layer of seductive allure.

The beautiful woman before him was dressed casually at home, wearing a crimson silk blouse that completely covered her
delicate body .

Even so, it couldn't conceal her ample bosom.

She wore white hot pants, so short they were practically nonexistent, fully displaying her shapely, long legs—
neither too fat nor too thin.

Meng Jingyun quickly glanced at those beautiful legs; they must have been forty-six inches!

"What are you looking at?"

Chi Biyun, seeing Meng Jingyun's lecherous gaze, immediately raised an eyebrow and said coquettishly.

"Sister! I'm here to see Auntie."

"You little lecher, who's your sister? You're so glib! I'm the Auntie you're looking for!"

Chi Biyun was naturally hot-tempered, and seeing the culprit who had wronged her, her anger flared, especially
seeing Meng Jingyun's lecherous gaze. She could no longer contain herself and blurted out her curses.

Chapter 16 Auntie, Have Some Water! "Uh! Cough cough!"

Meng Jingyun was extremely embarrassed by Chi Biyun's scolding. He had originally wanted to leave
a all liked men praising their beauty. That's why he called her "sister
" to please Chi Biyun, and then Chi Feirong would step forward and say that this was her mother. In this way, a beautiful misunderstanding would be created, and
Meng Jingyun would gain goodwill.

Unexpectedly, Chi Biyun didn't buy it at all and even called him a lecherous scoundrel. How embarrassing it was for a mother-in-law to call her son-in-law a lecherous
scoundrel !

"This mother-in-law is beautiful, but she's not easy to deal with!"

Meng Jingyun thought to himself.

"Mom! Jingyun came here especially to see you, what are you doing!"

"Hmph!"

Chi Biyun glared at Meng Jingyun again, then sat down on the sofa.

"It's okay, my mom is always like this, she's actually very kind-hearted, she scolds you because she loves you."

Chi Feirong stepped in to smooth things over, pulling Meng Jingyun inside to sit down.

"Yeah! I know."

Meng Jingyun nodded awkwardly.

"You brat, who loves him?"

Chi Biyun's eyes widened at her daughter's words.

"Mom!"

"Hmph!"

Chi Biyun had no good attitude towards Meng Jingyun, she had caused her and her daughter a lot of trouble.

Meng Jingyun found it adorable to see Chi Biyun turn her head away and sulk with the remote control. Her
mother-in-law was indeed very beautiful, like a ripe peach, delicate and tempting, mature yet retaining a girlish innocence and straightforward
wildness.

"Mom, is there no hot water at home?"

"No!"

Upon hearing this, Chi Feirong took a can of cola from the refrigerator.

"Jingyun, please have a seat. I'll go wash some apples."

With that, Chi Feirong got up and went into the kitchen.

"Oh! No need to trouble yourself."

"It's alright, it'll be ready soon. You can talk to my mom; she's very kind."

Talking to this serious-looking woman? Forget it! He'd tried to flatter her
but making a fool of himself.

If he said anything more, he might be seen as a lecher. But if he didn't say anything, the atmosphere was incredibly awkward. Even though the TV was on, he
couldn't . He had to say something, otherwise he'd seem completely clueless.

But he was caught in a dilemma; what should he say?

Meng Jingyun's eyes, unsure where to look, naturally fell on Chi Biyun again.

At this moment, Chi Biyun's gaze was completely focused on the television, utterly ignoring Meng Jingyun's existence. "Hehe!"

Meng Jingyun glanced at Chi Biyun strangely, seeing her laughing, he assumed it was the scene on TV that made her laugh.
And indeed, this beauty's laughter was a different kind of beauty, like spring flowers blooming and snow melting,
instantly easing the atmosphere in the living room.

Chi Biyun truly treated Meng Jingyun as if he were invisible. She was engrossed in watching the drama, her whole body relaxed, and she
naturally bent one of her shapely legs and placed it on the sofa, even rubbing her instep with her palm.

This action of Chi Biyun didn't escape Meng Jingyun's notice, and he was so shocked
his eyes nearly popped out. This mother-in-law was so unreserved, showing no restraint whatsoever.

Meng Jingyun wasn't exactly a respectable person to begin with, so his gaze naturally fell on Chi Biyun. No wonder that kid Xiao Dao
wanted Chi Biyun; the beautiful woman before him was indeed incredibly alluring.

Chi Biyun's soles were taut, showing no signs of age, and possessed a plump, tender quality
. Any man with a foot fetish would surely want to gnaw on them upon seeing them.

Her toes were neatly trimmed, her nails painted a vibrant, beautiful scarlet. Long and slender,
her small feet were easily held in one hand, the skin flawless, like milk, as if encased in flesh-colored stockings,
completely free of scars or hair.

Meng Jingyun's gaze naturally followed her silhouette upwards: calves, knees, knees, thighs,
the hem of her hot pants already rolled up at the base of her thighs. Suddenly, Meng Jingyun saw a glimpse of white silk lace,
clearly made of sheer, openwork fabric.

This sight instantly sent a surge of intense stimulation through Meng Jingyun; a rush of heat shot from her dantian
to the top of her head, causing a brief dizziness, like an orgasm. Only then did Meng Jingyun realize that
a layer of cold sweat had formed on her forehead.

Peeping is so exciting, especially when the object is—no wonder so many people like it.

But just as Meng Jingyun was feeling a little smug and excited, a single sentence plunged him into despair.

"Have you seen enough?"

"Uh!—What?"

Meng Jingyun stared at Chi Biyun in surprise, his mind going blank for a moment, only seeing Chi Biyun's strange
gaze . It took him a while to react.

For a moment, Meng Jingyun was extremely embarrassed, wishing he could crawl under the table. He grabbed the cola on the table, "No
—I—"

Meng Jingyun didn't know what to say. Seeing the cola in his hand, "Auntie, please have some water, have some water—*
click !*"

Meng Jingyun never expected that his first meeting with his mother-in-law today would bring even more embarrassment.
With a *click*, the moment the cola was opened, the water inside gushed out,
spraying all over Chi Biyun's head.

Drip! Drip!

Water streaks streamed down her hair, neck, and that beautiful, absolutely furious face,
soaking her crimson silk blouse completely. It clung tightly to her chest, revealing her bare skin.

Time seemed to freeze.

Chapter 17 Sweet

Dreams. Meng Jingyun wanted nothing more than to slap himself.

"Slap!"

Before he could even do it, "Pah! You son of a bitch!"

Chi Biyun slapped him, spitting on his face.

"Mom!"

At that moment, Chi Feirong rushed out. Seeing her mother soaked, she quickly grabbed a towel to dry her. But
just then, Chi Biyun suddenly felt a sharp pain in her chest, her face turning deathly pale.

Chi Feirong immediately knew the Heart-Eating Gu had taken effect. She quickly helped her mother back to the bedroom,
paying attention to Meng Jingyun.

"Red!"

Meng Jingyun stared blankly, his mind still replaying the color he'd just seen on Chi Biyun's chest. "Sweet!"

He licked his lips and smiled wickedly. ...

Changjiang Building, 28th floor, Vice President's office.

Zhuo Bufan held a cup of coffee, standing quietly in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the
skyscrapers .

From here, the streets looked like ants.

Zhuo Bufan's expression was languid, his gaze sharp, a smile playing on his lips. "Soon, this place will belong to me."

Knock knock knock!

The knocking interrupted Zhuo Bufan's thoughts. He frowned, a hint of displeasure in his eyes. "Come in!"

Xiao Dao entered, walking respectfully behind Zhuo Bufan, bowing his head.

"It's you! What's up?"

Zhuo Bufan's expression softened, becoming more amiable.

"Brother Fan! Those two old bastards, Liu Hanliang and Qin Xingyuan, have finally agreed to transfer their shares in Changjiang Group."

"Oh!"

Zhuo Bufan glanced back at Xiaodao, a look of utter anticipation on his face, and said with a playful tone,
"Is that so! Those two old scoundrels, they won't give in until they're faced with a death sentence, they only cooperate when forced."

"They're just shameless."

"Hehe...good! With the shares held by those two old bastards, we'll control
24% of Changjiang Group. Now, all that's missing are the three shares held by that good-for-nothing Meng Jingyun. At that time,
we can completely control Changjiang Group, haha!"

Zhuo Bufan couldn't contain his joy at the thought of sitting in the chairman's chair of Changjiang Group.

Eight years in the army, for the country, for the people, what did he get in return? Nothing. Since the government wouldn't give it to him,
he'd take it himself.

"Haha! Then the Yangtze Group's assets worth over a billion will all fall into your pocket, Brother Fan, and you'll
get both wealth and beauty."

Xiao Dao chuckled in agreement. The beauty he was referring to was, of course, Meng Qing, the most beautiful flower in the Yangtze Group.

"That's for sure. It'll be within your grasp without firing a shot."

Zhuo Bufan became increasingly happy as he thought about it. He used to resort to violence, but now that he was back in the city, he was even using his brain. Zhuo Bufan
turned around and patted Xiao Dao's arm, chuckling, "You're always so easy to talk to. Don't worry! Follow me, and I
'll definitely treat you well."

"That's right!"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Dao lowered his posture even further. "Do you think I don't know Brother Fan's character? Hehe!
Brother Fan, I think Meng Jingyun, that piece of trash, isn't worth all our trouble. Just arrest him and force him to transfer
his shares. Why bother with all this effort?"

A sharp glint flashed in Xiao Dao's eyes.

"No! Although Meng Jingyun is a piece of trash and not worth mentioning, he's still that old bastard Meng Huai Ren's adopted son.
Don't be fooled by the fact that the old man hates Meng Jingyun and even kicked him out of the house; he actually treasures him a lot."

"Brother Fan, I just don't understand why you're so wary of that old guy. Isn't he just a
sickly old man?"

"You underestimate him. Although he's an old man, his status in Huaiyang City is not simple. The Changjiang Group he
founded is a star enterprise in Huaiyang City, highly valued by the government, and he has
a close relationship with Mayor Shen Tao.

He also has the identity of a People's Congress representative. So although he's just an old man without the strength to kill a chicken,
the power behind him is absolutely not to be underestimated. Therefore, he cannot be compared with the other shareholders. If we
rashly touch him, we'll only bring trouble upon ourselves.

Of course, this old guy will be killed by me sooner or later, and no one will suspect anything when he's dead."

Zhuo Bufan changed the subject and said with great confidence.

"I understand."

Xiao Dao gritted his teeth reluctantly. "It's just that every time I see that arrogant brat Meng Jingyun, I
want to tear him to pieces."

"Heh! I bet you can't stand him having your favorite beauty in his arms! Just wait a little longer.
That old man doesn't have many days left. Once he's dead, and we take control of the Changjiang Group, then
the good days will begin."

"Understood."

"Alright!"

Zhuo Bufan waved his hand. "Go and get the share transfer done as soon as possible, lest things get complicated and
those two old men pull some tricks."...

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