【The Young Women of the Central Bank】(Continued) (2.3) Author: Jiang Xiaomei

Author: Jiang Xiaomei
Word Count: 3949

Chapter Two: A Woman Dresses for Her Lover 3.

The Fashionable and Exquisite Jewelry Launch was held in a high-end hotel. The venue was simply decorated, elegant yet
creative. A wine-red velvet curtain hung low on the pure black stage, projecting
the classic logo of a century-old brand onto it with lasers. The lines were clean and crisp, and there were no decorations around it, making it almost monotonous.

It was the first time Zhao Ying had seen Miss World, supermodels, celebrities, and top hosts all gathered in
one place. Their charm, clothing, and taste dazzled her, and later made her dizzy.
Guests rushed to take photos with them, and the flashbulbs went off everywhere. Especially the jewelry show interspersed throughout the event, endorsed by
dazzling movie stars, made the party even more enchanting and dreamlike, like
a paradise on earth.

White calla lilies bloomed on both sides of the stage, a bright red Bentley sports car exuding British style
sat in the background, and a top-notch foreign band played blues and jazz. Amidst the harmonious and delicate music
, dignitaries and celebrities gathered. In addition to the lavish party, an exquisite buffet was also prepared.

Almost no one ate anything; only drivers and assistants indulged in feasting and drinking in such an occasion. Those of status
held wine glasses as if they had been trained in a military academy, swirling the liquid inside with a leisurely expression.
At this moment, a man in a linen casual suit walked over and ordered a veal steak.

"You also like it medium-rare," he said to Zhao Ying beside him. Zhao Ying simply smiled at him casually,
then continued to look at the beautiful women, celebrities, and glittering jewelry. After eating half of his steak, the man
said to Zhao Ying, "It's grilled to perfection, it really melts in your mouth."

Zhao Ying found him nagging, but she was impressed that he wasn't joining the scrambling crowd and was actually enjoying
discussing steak with her. He appeared to be in his fifties, with a head of snow-white
hair lying flat on his head, but he was ruddy-faced and energetic, with a lean build.

"Don't you recognize me?" he asked. Zhao Ying looked blankly at him, and the man left, unimpressed. Just then, Zhong Ming
hurried over and asked, "What did that man say to you?"

Zhao Ying shook her head. He asked again, "You don't recognize him?" Zhao Ying shook her head again. Zhong Ming stamped his foot and said, "Do you
know who he is? The famous jewelry tycoon of Hong Kong and Kowloon, Lin Yingcheng." Zhao Ying suddenly remembered the name Lin Yingcheng;
his name was everywhere in the newspapers and on magazine covers. But when she looked around, he was nowhere to
be seen .

"How would I know? A tycoon like him dresses casually and doesn't even have a lackey," she said.
"That's because you don't understand Hong Kong. People with a million-dollar net worth speak the loudest, love to party every night, and keep mistresses
. People with twenty million are much more amiable and well-behaved. Once they have over a hundred million, they become
kind and perfect people." Zhongming's words made Zhao Ying laugh.

Zhao Ying held a glass of white wine, standing by a long table laden with food, watching the new product
launch on stage. People stood in twos and threes, talking, and some, like her, were alone, no one paying attention to anyone else. At this moment,
Zhao Ying felt a sense of loss. Then, someone approached her to chat. At first, she answered mechanically, but gradually she
became interested and started a conversation. The person answered politely and then suggested going to the lawn for champagne;
the champagne station was set up there.

She stepped out of the hall; the lights around the lawn below the terrace were on, but the sunset hadn't faded completely.
More and more people gathered, and it gradually became crowded. Zhao Ying spotted Zhong Ming in the distance
. He was chatting with several familiar men and
women on the lawn below the terrace . Watching his handsome figure interact with others, his every move was captivating—he was truly dashing! People gradually gathered on the lawn. As darkness fell, the outdoor lights became brighter.

The party was about to end when Zhong Ming walked past her, smiling, and asked, "Having a good time?" Zhao Ying replied, "Very good."
He tilted his head and scrutinized her for a moment: "They all think you're my wife."

"Then you should explain to them, including my wife's sister," Zhao Ying cleverly replied. Zhong Ming
chuckled . Zhao Ying had always been naive and inexperienced in worldly affairs; while she didn't understand the intricacies of life and social dynamics, she understood men.
Based on intuition and her experience with men, she sensed that Zhong Ming harbored ulterior motives towards her.

"This Lin Da-xing has been widowed for many years and has never remarried. With his wealth, countless socialites, celebrities, and models
would desperately try to get close to him, but he remains unmoved. You, on the other hand
, are ignored when people are actively pursuing you," Zhongming said as he drove home.

"Brother-in-law, I know you mean well, you just want me to find someone else to marry soon,"
she said. Zhongming sighed, "I won't lie to you, at your age, you can't live your whole life alone
. Your brother-in-law just hopes you can find a good man and have a decent home."

"That Lin...he seems quite old, doesn't he?" Zhao Ying suddenly asked. Zhongming said, "He is quite old,
almost sixty." Zhao Ying hummed in agreement, a hint of helplessness in her voice. Zhongming said hastily, "In Hong Kong, they laugh at poverty but not
prostitution. There are plenty of couples like this, older men with younger women."

"Brother-in-law, what's wrong with you? It's not even close to happening yet, why are you in such a hurry?" Zhao Ying said with a smile. Zhongming
slapped his forehead and said, "That's right, she hasn't even taken a liking to you yet, why should I rush?" The two fell silent,
and there seemed to be a sultry atmosphere in the car before a storm. Streetlights swept past Zhongming's upper eyelids one after another,
the light somewhat dim.

A red light appeared ahead, and Zhongming stepped on the brake. He reached out his right hand and naturally took Zhao Ying's left hand. His
hand was spread wide, his fingers curling into the gaps between Zhao Ying's fingers, fitting together perfectly, creating a rather alluring
sensation. Zhao Ying pretended to pull her hand away, but he held it tightly, so she didn't waste her effort. The car started
moving again, and Zhongming freed one hand to hold her shoulder. Zhao Ying wasn't surprised at all; she rested her head on
his arm and closed her eyes.

In the parking lot of their apartment building, Zhongming turned off the car. Neither of them moved. Zhao Ying shifted nervously, her heart
pounding . Zhongming sensed this and lowered his head to meet her gaze. Zhao Ying's
eyes, however, were fixed on the window. It was dark outside, with only a few dim streetlights. Suddenly, Zhongming lunged at her, embracing her and
kissing her passionately. His actions were unlike his usual gentle self, revealing a long-suppressed masculine instinct.

His breaths were seductive. Only then did Zhao Ying realize how she had ever been with him.
She hadn't quite figured it out yet, but her lips were more passionate than his, even more intoxicated. Zhongming kissed her passionately again,
and she had to admit that a long-dormant desire was gradually being awakened within her. She suddenly hugged him,
responding fiercely to his kiss.

The car started again, shooting out of the parking lot like an arrow, and onto the main road. The night
wind filled the car and her chest; the city was peaceful and mysterious, the lonely streetlights illuminating the watery avenue.
The air was fresh, the bitter scent of plants refreshing her lungs. She let out a long sigh, her mood suddenly improving.

Later, his hands began to wander restlessly over her breasts, and when he discovered she was bare,
he lost control. His hands moved between her thighs, becoming even more rough and unrestrained. The car sped
along the seaside avenue, then veered off the road, heading towards the darkness, and finally stopped where it was almost
hit by the waves.

He began kissing her again, this time for a long time. His tongue swirled within her lips.
He grabbed her hands and placed them on his neck, then kissed her forcefully, his hands caressing her breasts. His desire
was intense; his hands squeezed hard, his lips kissed passionately. He removed the straps of her dress,
revealing her full, large breasts.

He freed one hand to lift them above his so he could easily take her nipple into his mouth, sucking on it
lingeringly . "You're a little cold," he murmured.

"No, not at all. It's not cold, it's that I'm shivering," Zhao Ying said, as if afraid he would suddenly stop
sucking. He pulled on the handle under the cushion, and the backrest tilted down. It tilted flat, and Zhao Ying lay down
.

He grabbed her legs and easily pulled down her panties. She found his lips lightly brushing against
the skin of her thighs, savoring their snow-white smoothness. Zhao Ying closed her eyes, slowly enjoying the pleasure this man
was giving her. He unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants. Zhao Ying's eyes narrowed to slits. His penis wasn't particularly
large or long, but it was strong and well-developed. It was a very attractive shape, a
perfect combination of strength and agility.

His hand pressed against her thigh, stroking her pubic hair. He gazed at her face; his own
dark appeared so serene. At the same time, he curled his fingers and inserted them into the hollow below her pubic bone. "I
like women with thick hair," he whispered. After saying that, his fingers pressed against the cleft of her vulva.
He parted her legs, and a finger slowly slipped into her labia, his eyelid so close to hers.

When his fingertip entered her tight vagina, Zhao Ying's tongue peeked out from between her teeth, and her breathing became
somewhat irregular. He played with her clitoris, and a surge of intense, excited passion coursed through her
body like an electric current. He extended his tongue and inserted it into her mouth, and she returned the kiss passionately.

His fingers penetrated deeply into her vagina, which was filled with lustful fluids, and squeezed. Zhao Ying's body involuntarily
pressed herself tightly against him. He laughed loudly. He struggled to lift his hips in the narrow space, his
penis quite erect. Zhao Ying swayed her legs wide, arching her back to welcome him. He
supported himself with his hands on the roof of the carriage, and Zhao Ying lifted his penis, placing the glans at her wet vulva. He gently pressed down,
almost fully penetrating her.

He moved gently up and down, the two sticky places sometimes coming together, sometimes separating,
then coming together again, then separating again. He didn't actually penetrate her, nor did he withdraw from her; his
penis licked her swollen petals, and her swollen petals responded passionately.

"What a seductive and wanton woman," he said, his voice deep, affectionate, and playful. Suddenly, he
pushed his hips forward, so suddenly that she was caught off guard, and the glans of his penis was inside her, pressed tightly
against her .

"Oh!" Zhao Ying cried out; the feeling was so wonderful, so incredibly wonderful,
the sensation .

They stared at each other. "Come on, let's see who moves first," he said, licking his lips. Zhao Ying
clenched her juicy labia. "Ah!" he groaned, excited yet tender.

Zhao Ying clenched even tighter.

Then she began to move rapidly, within a very small range, so that she could grip
the glans , neither letting him fully in nor allowing it to slip out completely. He began to pant: "You vixen."

Zhao Ying continued, licking his thumb and placing his hands on her breasts, his thumbs quickly brushing against her
nipples. She rubbed the glans of his penis against hers, then suddenly stopped, then sank down, so that his
penis was deeply inserted, penetrating to the depths of her soul.

Zhao Ying's face was filled with passion; the sensation of his penis inside her was so wonderful that it amazed her, and they
began to make love passionately. The car's shock absorbers contracted, and the car swayed like a small boat on
a wave. Zhao Ying's body was flattened, her toes were on the line, and her feet danced on the steering wheel.

Her foot cramped, but she didn't let him stop, allowing the discomfort to continue
until her inner thighs were smeared with dreamlike fluid. Her heel went wild, hitting the car horn with a
scream that startled them both. Then they looked at each other and laughed, savoring the moment.
He then lifted her by the waist.

Zhao Ying could clearly see the part connecting them; his bright red penis gradually
came view, lying between their bodies. As he slowly withdrew from her, she could feel
every tiny movement.

[To be continued]

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