The fragrance of flowers fills the air at Chunyue Pond 14-15

Chapter Fourteen: The Golden Gunner Shakes the Gang, the Shameless Prostitute Forced to Lay Eggs.
"Oh..." Zhang Feng lazily stretched, opening his sleepy eyes. He pressed the service bell by the bedside, but there was no response. Just as Zhang Feng was about to lose his temper, the service girl pushed open the door and entered.
"Ah!..." The girl who entered felt a little ashamed seeing the six naked bath companions curled up asleep on the carpet and sofa! "Give me some breakfast." "Yes, sir."
A moment later, breakfast arrived, consisting of bird's nest porridge, shark fin soup, custard buns, and the like. The girls also woke up, and after Zhang Feng and Wu Yan had breakfast in a flurry, they eagerly awaited the bill. Each of them couldn't help but show their delight, secretly calculating their unexpected gains from the previous night.
After the girls had tidied themselves up and dressed, Zhang Feng let the service girl in to settle the bill. "Sir, your total bill is 7800 yuan." "Oh?! That's so little? I thought it would be over 10,000." Zhang Feng was genuinely surprised. The girls were also astonished, thinking that this boss was really rich.
Zhang Feng took out his credit card and was about to hand it to the girl when Wu Yan stopped him. "Let me see the bill." The girl presented the bill, and Wu Yan directly checked the "special services" section. Being in the same business, Wu Yan naturally knew the trickery on the bill. "Miss, this section should be zero because we didn't use this item."
Wu Yan was obviously referring to the fact that Zhang Feng hadn't raped the girls, so he shouldn't have to pay the 300 yuan "special service fee" per person. The girl looked at the girls standing in a row with a troubled expression. Their expressions changed, and the lead girl argued, "We're not refusing to let the boss do it! He's hired us, he can do whatever he wants with us, how can we renege on our payment?!"
Zhang Feng disdainfully interrupted, "Forget it, forget it, it's just a small amount of money, why take it so seriously? Give it to her."
"No way! No one should get something for nothing!" Wu Yan resented these girls and didn't want them to take advantage of her.
"You...you're just a cheap bitch! The boss has spoken, why are you stopping him halfway?!"
The lead bath girl had been jealous of Wu Yan all night, and seeing her so mean, she also started hurling insults.
Calling her a cheap bitch in front of Zhang Feng's face struck a nerve with Wu Yan. "You...you..."
Wu Yan was so angry her face turned pale, and she trembled all over, unable to speak. After a long while, she burst into tears, burying her face in her hands!
Zhang Feng, with Wu Yan in his arms, berated the bath attendant, "How dare you talk nonsense?! I wasn't going to care about the tip, but you made my little darling cry, so I'm not paying a single penny today."
Zhang Feng got up to leave with Wu Yan, but the head bath attendant panicked, lunging at him and grabbing him, angrily saying, "You're not leaving this room without paying!"
Zhang Feng was genuinely angry now. He released Wu Yan, grabbed the bath attendant's hair, and slapped her twice across the face. Then, he raised his leg and kneed her hard in the groin. "Ah!..." the bath attendant screamed, thrown against the wall by Zhang Feng, writhing and rolling. "You filthy bitch! Bah!" Zhang Feng spat at her, pulling Wu Yan away.
The other bath attendants and service girls watched them in terror, none daring to approach.
Pushing open the door, they saw four burly men in security uniforms, staring menacingly at Zhang Feng. It turned out that the waitress, sensing something was wrong, secretly pressed the security alarm.
A man who looked like a manager approached, his tone relatively gentle, and said, "Sir, please pay the bill first."
"Oh, payment is fine, but your waitress insulted my friend, there should be an explanation."
"Hmm? What happened?" The manager surveyed the waitresses. "She...she..." The waitress didn't know how to explain what had just happened.
"Manager, she insulted me first, and then tried to renege on the bill, so I insulted her back." The woman who had been hit had already gotten up and was defending herself.
"Oh, then you'd better apologize to the customer right now!" The manager said sternly. The woman didn't dare to disobey, reluctantly walked up to Zhang Feng, and awkwardly bowed, muttering, "I'm sorry, please forgive me!"
"Sir, you see..." The manager's tone was soft but firm, staring at Zhang Feng. "Alright, alright, admitting your mistake is enough."
Zhang Feng didn't really want anything more, so he took out his credit card again.
"No way! She insulted me. A simple apology isn't enough. I'll give tips to everyone else, but not her!" Wu Yan was furious and determined to teach the bath girl a lesson.
"Miss, look, she's already apologized. Don't be so unreasonable!" The manager showed no respect for Wu Yan. He knew in his heart that this woman was nothing more than a prostitute.
"Hmph! I just won't give it to her, what can you do about it?! Let me tell you, my husband drives a BMW.
If you piss me off, I'll smash this place up!" Wu Yan was furious and spoke recklessly, bluffing.
Surprisingly, the "BMW" part actually worked. The manager turned to look at the security guard, who nodded slightly.
"Please wait a moment, boss. I'll go ask our boss." After saying that, he gave the security guard a wink and turned to leave.
Zhang Feng saw the security guard guarding the door and pulled Wu Yan back inside to sit on the sofa. Wu Yan looked at the menacing security guard and felt uneasy, regretting her earlier rashness and worried that she had caused trouble. She knew that the owner of such a sauna must have powerful connections, most likely a gangster.
Zhang Feng, however, remained calm and even slightly excited, as he hadn't experienced anything this thrilling in a long time.
The manager entered with a tall, fat man, followed by four burly men in black suits, sunglasses, and crew cuts, standing with their legs apart and hands clasped over their stomachs. It was a standard gangster look and posture, probably learned from movies. The
four security guards who had been there earlier also rushed into the room and closed the door. A tense atmosphere immediately filled the room. Wu Yan, terrified, leaned against Zhang Feng, afraid to speak.
"Boss, even though you drive a BMW, you can't renege on your debt," the fat man said, a cigar dangling from his lips, his tone both soft and firm.
“I didn’t mean to cheat you out of a few bucks, but things have to be reasonable. Your hostess insulted my friend, so am I supposed to tip her? And what about the services they didn’t provide? Am I supposed to tip them?”
“It’s not that we didn’t want to do it, he’s paid us, we’ll do anything, but he didn’t, so it’s not our fault.”
The hostess, now emboldened by her newfound support, emboldened.
“See, it’s not their fault, it’s your own fault for not doing it,” the manager quickly interjected, speaking up for the boss. "Oh, looks like I have to pay today?" "Of course." "Do I also have to pay the tip for that bitch who insulted my friend?" "She's already apologized." The manager's implication was, "You still have to pay."
Zhang Feng remained calm, glancing at Wu Yan, who was trembling slightly beside him, and asked, "Do you think you still have to pay the tip for that bitch who insulted you?"
Wu Yan instinctively gripped Zhang Feng's hand tightly, trying her best to hide her fear, not daring to look at Zhang Feng, much less at the group of burly men opposite them, and stammered, "Then... then give it to her...?"
"Hehe..." Zhang Feng found Wu Yan's pathetic state amusing; he wanted to deliberately provoke the fat boss. He said with a smile that concealed a knife, "What if I don't want to pay?!" The fat boss's expression turned gloomy, and he gritted his teeth as he squeezed out a sentence: "No one has ever dared to renege on their debt to me!"
"Oh, I see. Then I'll take the money." Zhang Feng unzipped his small leather bag and reached inside to search.
The fat boss showed a contemptuous expression, the manager looked victorious, and the young ladies began to strut around arrogantly. Only the thugs remained motionless like clay figures, their faces cold.
With a sharp "bang," the bullet shattered the large cigar the fat boss was smoking, and also smashed the wall lamp on the bedside table behind him. Zhang Feng's movements were incredibly fast; in the instant everyone thought he was reaching for money, he pulled out a finely crafted pistol and skewered the cigar and lamp together like a string of candied hawthorns.
The fat boss was so frightened he couldn't speak, and everyone in the room, including Wu Yan, was stunned! A deathly silence fell.
"How about this pure gold pistol? Made in Germany," Zhang Feng said casually, waving the gun at the fat boss, its golden light dazzling.
The fat boss quickly dodged the muzzle of the gun, regaining his composure. He thought to himself, "I don't know who this guy is. I'd better let him go first and investigate later. A wise man doesn't fight a losing battle!" "Oh... friend... good! Very good!
Your gun is beautiful! Your marksmanship is excellent too!" The fat boss complimented repeatedly, then said, "Today's meal is on the house, consider it making friends."
"Hahaha, good, you're a good friend. Here's ten thousand in cash, I never renege on my debts. Consider the extra as compensation for your cigars and wall lamp." Zhang Feng put the gold pistol into his briefcase, but pulled out a wad of hundred-yuan bills and tossed it to the manager.
"Oh... no need, no need... if you think highly of me, the meal is on the house." The fat boss saw that Zhang Feng acted according to the rules of the underworld, and driving a BMW and using a gold pistol, he was no ordinary person, so he dared not offend him but also wanted to curry favor.
"That's not good, I don't want to be known for reneging on debts. Keep the money, but those ladies who owe me service need to make up for it." "That's right, that's right, it's only right."
"Could you please go and get six hard-boiled eggs?" Zhang Feng ordered the waitresses. Everyone was dumbfounded, wondering what Zhang Feng was up to. "Go quickly!" the manager snapped at the waitresses, who then hurriedly ran out to fetch the eggs.
"Ah, we'll go out too then, please enjoy yourself!" The fat boss thought, "This is mainly for those girls, it's not convenient for us to be here." "Oh, no need to avoid us, I'll treat you to a good show." "Oh? Oh, okay, okay." The fat boss had no choice but to sit down, and the others, seeing that the boss hadn't left, stood by, watching with bated breath.
"Sir, the eggs are here." "Good, you girls, listen up, these eggs will do your work." The girls were confused and nodded blankly. Actually, they were already trembling with fear. Seeing that even the boss didn't dare to offend this golden-armed man, how could they dare to be presumptuous again?!
"You all stand in a line." Zhang Feng began to arrange them. The bath girls quickly stood in a line with their hands at their sides in front of everyone. "I'll trouble you two to help them undress." Zhang Feng gestured for the waitresses to do so.
"Ah!?..." The bath girls were embarrassed. They were prostitutes and didn't really care about being naked, but now it was different: standing in front of their familiar colleagues, both men and women, was incredibly awkward!
"What? You're trying to renege on your promise?" Zhang Feng deliberately used their earlier words to blackmail them, while simultaneously glaring at the fat boss. The fat boss just wanted to get rid of this unapproachable figure as quickly as possible, especially annoyed by the trouble these clueless girls had caused him. He sternly rebuked them: "You all better behave yourselves! You offended the customer earlier, so I'm giving you a chance to make amends. If any of you don't serve me well, I'll skin you alive!"
The girls were too frightened to utter a sound, standing trembling like meat on a chopping board, waiting to be slaughtered. Only then did the service girls dare to move. Facing the bath girls they saw every day, the two women, though they looked down on them, felt incredibly embarrassed at this moment. Their faces flushed with shame, they dared not look directly at the bath girls, and lowered their heads to approach them, beginning to untie their short skirts.
The men in the room immediately fixed their lustful gazes on the row of beautiful bath girls. The bath girls were so ashamed they wished they could disappear into the floor. This was far more humiliating than being raped! But they dared not flinch, letting the attendants strip them naked.
"Shh... Wow!" A chorus of lewd sounds rippled through the room. The six bath girls wore low-cut, tight-fitting tank tops, but their lower bodies were starkly naked in public. Their legs unconsciously clamped together, overwhelmed with shame, their faces flushed and heads bowed. "
Turn around, all of you." The girls turned around in unison. "Wow!" A gasp filled the room! Six plump, fleshy buttocks revealed a lewd and alluring sight. The attendants covered their faces in shame. The men, however, drooled with desire.
Although the fat boss occasionally played with these bath girls, he had never done it like this before. His crotch was already bulging from the stimulation. The other men were also burning with desire. Only Zhang Feng remained calm.
"You all lie down and stick your butts up. I'm going to make up for what you owe me." The girls were surprised, ashamed, and angry. They thought, "How could this guy want to rape them in public?" Everyone was surprised, even Wu Yan felt her face burning.
But Zhang Feng always managed to surprise people. He calmly gave orders, "I'd like to trouble the two service ladies to peel the eggs and put one in each of their vaginas. Make sure to put them deep inside, or I'll put them in yours."
"Ah?!..." Everyone was shocked again! No one could have imagined that Zhang Feng would put on such a sadistic show.
The service ladies' faces turned as red as apples as they looked at the fat boss. "What are you looking at me for? Do as the customer instructs."
The fat boss was both afraid of Zhang Feng and excited, urging the service ladies on.
The waitresses exchanged glances, resigned. One picked up a tray containing six eggs; the other began peeling one. The two squatted behind the bather's high, plump buttocks, as if performing a respectable task. All six buttocks trembled slightly, flushed a pale pink—a sign of shame and fear.
The waitress picked up the peeled egg and hesitantly pressed it against the vaginal opening of the first plump buttock. The buttocks twitched. The owner of those buttocks was already weeping with shame. This lewd posture, exposed before so many familiar colleagues, the waitress who usually chatted and laughed with them now inserting an egg into her vagina—how could she face the waitress and everyone else after this?! This humiliation was far beyond the capacity of these prostitutes, who already had little sense of shame! But no one saw or paid attention to their cries.
Now, they were nothing more than sex toys for the others in the room. Who would care about their grievances?
The waitress hesitated for a moment, then slowly inserted the egg. Watching the smooth, white eggs disappear into the vaginas, the lewd scene ignited even the shy service girls' lust, let alone the inexperienced security guards and thugs.
After inserting the first two, the service girls became more at ease, burying eggs deep into the vaginas of each plump buttock. After inserting the last one, they were still somewhat unsatisfied. Seeing that there were no more buttocks waiting, they stood up. Perhaps the lustful fluid secreted between their thighs had soaked through their underwear, causing some discomfort. They casually scratched their genitals. Suddenly realizing they were being watched, they cried out in shock and shame, covering their faces and hiding behind the door.
Everyone saw it, but remained silent. Zhang Feng then ordered, "You all lay all the eggs, or I won't let her off." The bath girls didn't know what punishment they would receive. In any case, even the boss was afraid of him, and they certainly couldn't afford to offend him. Besides, they had already been humiliated by him so much; to be punished again for not doing this properly would be too much of a loss. Helpless, they could only endure the immense humiliation and carry out his order.
Six plump, white buttocks huddled together, swaying occasionally, clearly straining to expel the egg from the vagina. Although they were supposedly expelling an egg from the vagina, the anus also naturally opened and closed with the same force. The sight was incredibly stimulating; even the two waitresses were losing control, their breath coming in short gasps, their faces flushed, and their legs rubbing together.
"It's showing!" "Push! Push harder!" "It's out! It's out!" The crowd began to shout excitedly, their eyes glued to the six swaying buttocks. "Plop, plop!" Eggs emerged from the plump buttocks one after another, rolling onto the carpet. Until the last buttock also produced an egg. "
Alright, we're even. I'm leaving." Zhang Feng took Wu Yan's arm and walked out of the private room with an air of authority. The fat boss stared at Zhang Feng's retreating figure, dumbfounded.
Chapter Fifteen: Suddenly Realizing, Meiqi Pursues Jinma, Deliberately Avoiding Zhang Feng and Hiding Herself.
"This guy is so cool! He must be a big shot in the underworld! Then...then I'm the queen of the underworld?!"
Wu Yan tightly gripped Zhang Feng's arm, her thoughts soaring, her dreams swirling. She couldn't even remember how she got into the BMW...
After that, Wu Yan would "coincidentally" accompany Zhang Feng to take a bath together whenever he wanted, serving him with extreme gentleness and consideration. Only a dozen days after Zhang Feng bought the car, Wu Yan had won his favor to eight or nine points!
Their relationship rapidly intensified! Meiqi was temporarily forgotten by Zhang Feng.
"Xiao Yan, it's getting hot, you should change into some summer clothes. After lunch, I'll go shopping with you."
One day, Wu Yan accompanied Zhang Feng to lunch, and during casual conversation, Zhang Feng mentioned this idea.
"Brother Zhang, you've bought me so many things, save some money." Wu Yan feigned shyness, but her expression was extremely sincere. "Hehe, baby, you always sleep with me and don't ask for tips, of course I have to buy you something."
"Hmph, look at what you're saying, how awful! It's like I'm a prostitute. I only sleep with you because I love you, otherwise, I wouldn't do it." Wu Yan was a little angry and embarrassed! "
Oh...right, right, it's my fault, I admit it, good sister, don't be angry, getting angry ages you!" Zhang Feng quickly coaxed Wu Yan, apologizing.
"Okay, okay, I know Brother Zhang didn't mean it that way, it's not your fault, let's go." Wu Yan gave Zhang Feng a sweet kiss and pulled him away. Actually, Wu Yan had been eyeing those beautiful clothes for a long time.
Wu Yan took Zhang Feng's arm, leaned intimately on his shoulder, and walked out of the restaurant. Stepping outside, they saw a crowd gathered around the BMW that had caused such a sensation in the city. Zhang Feng and Wu Yan were used to this,
especially Wu Yan. Every time she sat proudly in the car under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the feeling of prestige and glory was even more exhilarating than an orgasm! It was as if she were the owner of that BMW. Indeed, she could feel a sense of satisfaction, as she was, to date, the only woman in the city to have ridden in that BMW.
When the hotel security guards saw the owner arrive, they dispersed the crowd, who respectfully made way for her.
"Sister Yan, it's you?!" one of the girls closest to the car door called out to Wu Yan with a mixture of envy and pride.
She was proud to know the woman in the BMW.
"Oh, isn't this Mei Bin? What brings you here?" Wu Yan responded warmly to the girl, though she actually wanted to leave as soon as possible, because this girl was Mei Qi's sister, and Wu Yan didn't want Mei Qi to know about Zhang Feng's situation.
"Oh, my classmates and I were shopping together, and we passed by. That car is so beautiful!"
"Hehe, yeah, it's a BMW, a top-tier brand! Okay, I'm going to buy some clothes now, goodbye."
"Goodbye, Sister Yan." Watching the BMW slowly disappear into the distance, Mei-Fen was still waving her delicate, lotus-root-like arms.
Mei-Fen's classmates couldn't say whether they envied Wu Yan or Mei-Fen, but their gazes following the BMW revealed boundless longing and daydreaming! Mei-Fen felt even more proud, her heart also filled with girlish dreams!
"That girl is so lucky!" Mei-Fen's classmates exclaimed sincerely! "If I could marry a man like that, I'd be content for life!" "Wow, you're really something! I'd be happy if my boyfriend were even one percent as good as him!"
"Hey, Mei-Fen, do you know that guy? What does he do?" "No, but that woman is my sister's good friend." "Why don't you go and steal him away? If that doesn't work, you can be his mistress!" "Go away, don't talk nonsense!" Mei-Fen blushed and playfully punched her companion, but deep down she agreed, though she felt it was impossible.
Zhang Feng accompanied Wu Yan shopping and naturally bought a lot of things, making Wu Yan so happy that her sexy little mouth couldn't close all afternoon.
That evening, Mei-Fen happened to run into her sister Mei-Qi on her way home and excitedly told her about what had happened during the day. "Sis, why didn't you go to work tonight?" "Oh, I wasn't feeling well." "Sis, have you heard about that BMW in our city?" "Oh, the tabloids are full of stories about that car and that person. I'm sick of hearing about it. What? More news?" "I saw that car today, it's so cool! So impressive!" "Heh, that's all? What's so special about it?" Meiqi had never seen the car before, but she was jealous of the owner, so she scoffed at her younger sister's expression.
"Hmph!" Meibin glared at Meiqi, "You'll never guess who I saw riding in that car." "It's not like you're riding in it, what's so great about that?!" "Hmph, you never know. Maybe one day I'll be riding in a BMW because I know the person who's in it." Meibin glanced at Meiqi smugly.
This time Meiqi was a little interested: "You know him? Who is he?" "Tell me, you'll be very surprised!"
Meibin kept her in suspense, deliberately not saying. "Hey, stop babbling and just tell me." Meiqi is the breadwinner of the family, and her words always carry weight. Her younger sister and brother are all a bit afraid of their older sister, and even their mother gives her a lot of leeway.
"Okay, okay, I'll tell you, I'll tell you. The person in the car was a woman." "Nonsense, the one who bought the car was a man, so the person in the car must be a woman, and she must be very young and beautiful." Meiqi huffed and puffed out a barrage of questions, mocking her younger sister for being naive. "Don't rush, don't rush, guess who that woman is?" "If you keep babbling, I'll pinch you."
"No, no, I'll tell you, that woman is Sister Wu Yan."
"What?! Who did you say?" Meiqi was so surprised that she dropped her chopsticks, staring intently at Meibin's face, which frightened Meibin. "It's Wu Yan." Meibin confirmed anxiously. "Really?"
Meiqi still couldn't believe it, and didn't want to believe it. "Yes!" Meibin nodded firmly.
"I..." Meiqi's eyes filled with despair and utter grief. She pressed her red lips tightly together and suddenly burst into tears, sobbing, "Waaah... Waaah... Waaah..."
Her mother and siblings were taken aback by Meiqi's sudden outburst, completely bewildered. "My dear daughter, my dear daughter, what's wrong?" Her mother hurriedly patted Meiqi's back. Meiqi, however, covered her face and wept bitterly, collapsing onto the bed and refusing to get up. Her mother and siblings stared at each other, unsure what they had done to upset Meiqi or how to comfort her. They could only silently comfort her in her sorrow
. A long, sleepless night ensued! Meiqi lay on the bed, her beautiful little eyes wide, lost in thought. She was filled with deep regret! She hated herself for misjudging him, for letting the golden horse she was about to hold onto slip away. Why hadn't she thought Zhang Feng would deliberately feign poverty to test her? She hated herself for being so heartless in driving Zhang Feng away.
Now that little bitch Wu Yan had beaten her to it?
Meiqi regretted, hated, and pondered. As dawn broke, the seasoned Meiqi had made up her mind: she would definitely tether Zhang Feng, this golden horse, to her.
Meiqi was the kind of decisive woman; once she made up her mind, she acted immediately. After getting up and dressing, she called Zhang Feng. She had already decided that no matter how Zhang Feng humiliated her, she would endure it, as long as he could change his mind and continue to be with her.
But Meiqi never expected that the number Zhang Feng had left for her wouldn't go through. Before, because Zhang Feng came to Chun Yue Tang almost every day, Meiqi had never needed to use this number. Today, she really needed to dial it, but she couldn't get through.
Meiqi was both angry and anxious, and finally dialed Wu Yan's number: "Yanmei, you're really something! You even dared to mess with your older sister!" "Oh, Meiqi, I... I didn't mess with you, sister." Wu Yan stammered, thinking, "Oh no, Meiqi found out. Meibin must have told me yesterday when she got home." "Didn't mess with you? You secretly stole your sister's husband, and you still say you didn't mess with him?" Meiqi tried her best to suppress her jealousy and hatred! "I... I didn't!"
"Alright, stop talking nonsense, where is Zhang Feng now?"
"I...I don't know?" Wu Yan wasn't with Zhang Feng at the moment. "Then what number did he change his phone number to?"
"No!" "Are you kidding me? I just dialed that number, it didn't go through." "Oh, then...then send him a text message." "Oh......" Mei Qi seemed thoughtful. "Okay, we sisters can discuss this later."
Mei Qi hung up on Wu Yan.
Wu Yan was flustered. The reason she was afraid of Mei Qi was because she intuitively sensed that Zhang Feng genuinely liked Mei Qi. She wasn't confident she could win Zhang Feng over yet; if Mei Qi actually got Zhang Feng, she'd be in big trouble!
Meiqi texted Zhang Feng and then waited anxiously. Time ticked by, but Zhang Feng didn't reply. Meiqi's eyes welled with tears; she didn't know what to do. Finally, she dialed Wu Yan's number: "Wu Yan, where is he? Why isn't he answering?" "I...I really don't know. I didn't see him today either."
"You...you really want to hide it from me?!" Meiqi's tone was threatening. "No, no, Sister Qi, he said yesterday he'd probably go to the provincial capital today." "Where in the provincial capital is he going?" "I don't know, really."
Wu Yan almost cried, desperately trying to prove her innocence.
"Okay, we'll talk about it later." Meiqi hung up the phone, staring blankly at the receiver. After a moment's thought, she made up her mind: she would chase after him to the provincial capital to catch this golden horse.
It was nearly noon when they arrived in the provincial capital, weary from their journey. "Where should I find him?" Meiqi wondered, getting off the bus and hesitating by the roadside. "Right, he said he's the president of Jinding Group. I should go to Jinding to find him."
Meiqi hailed a taxi. "I need to go to Jinding Group. Do you know how to get there?" "There's a Jinding Building. Is that where you're going?" "Yes, that's it."
The taxi took Meiqi to the entrance of the busiest pedestrian street in the provincial capital. The driver told her, "It's not far in. The tallest building is it." Meiqi was puzzled, but as she walked, she soon saw a skyscraper. Its brown glass curtain wall gleamed golden in the sunlight. In front of the building was a wide square, with flowerbeds and fountains in the center. Along the roadside stood a luxurious marble screen wall, inlaid with six gilded characters: "Jinding Holiday Hotel."
As Meiqi looked at the building, she noticed six more golden characters on the other side: "Jinding Department Store Plaza."
"Wow! Jin Ding Group is so grand, so huge! But where could he be? He should be in the hotel." Meiqi pondered, then walked into the hotel lobby.
"Wow!" The European-style lobby, of super five-star standard, was magnificent. Meiqi unconsciously straightened her clothes and smoothed her hair, feeling somewhat timid.
"What a coward!" Meiqi cursed herself inwardly, then composed herself, thinking she should ask, and walked towards the lobby manager's desk.
"Hello! Miss, what can I do for you?" A beautiful woman in a black business suit respectfully asked Meiqi.
"Oh, I... I'm looking for Zhang Feng." "When did he check in?" "Hmm? What check-in?"
"Aren't you looking for a hotel guest?" "Ah?... Oh... no... really?" Meiqi was speechless for a moment, wondering what kind of person Zhang Feng was.
"Then...?" The lobby manager was puzzled. "Then why did you come to the hotel to look for him?" "Um... he's your hotel manager." "Hmm?! Miss, you're probably mistaken. We don't have an employee named Zhang Feng, and he's definitely not the manager." "Then..." Meiqi was getting anxious. She was worried about not being able to find him, and even more worried that he was impersonating the president of Jinding.
"Then... is there anyone named Zhang Feng at Jinding Department Store over there?" "The manager definitely doesn't have anyone named Zhang Feng." The straightforward answer extinguished Meiqi's new hope once again.
"But... but he said he's the president of Jinding." Meiqi was unwilling to give up like this. "Hehe, Miss, perhaps..." The manager on duty was too embarrassed to say, "You've been deceived."
"I..." Meiqi was really at a loss. Just as she was about to leave in disappointment, another professional woman walked up to the manager on duty. "President Xiao." "Xiao Liu, this afternoon you personally deliver five bottles of Louis XIII to the resort. Miss Song is hosting a banquet for friends tonight." "Yes, President Xiao."
Hearing the duty manager address this beautiful woman as "President," Meiqi looked her up and down. The woman called President Xiao was tall, well-proportioned and full-figured, with fair and delicate skin. She looked quite young and had a pair of clear, large eyes. However, it was her strong, businesswoman-like demeanor that revealed her extraordinary professional charm.
"This is our manager—President Xiao," the duty manager introduced to Meiqi.
"Hmm?" President Xiao looked at Meiqi with suspicion, then at the duty manager. "Oh, President Xiao, this young lady said she's looking for a president named Zhang Feng, and that he's from our Jin Ding." "Hmm?" President Xiao, who was about to walk away, suddenly stopped upon hearing this and respectfully asked Meiqi, "Do you know Zhang Feng?"
"Yes, I do!" Meiqi was overjoyed. The duty manager, however, was completely bewildered. She had never heard of anyone named Zhang Feng at Jin Ding, let alone a president. "Miss, what's your surname?" "Oh... I... my surname is Xiao... no need for formalities."
Meiqi was a little nervous.
"Oh, Miss Xiao, we do have a president named Zhang Feng, but you...?" President Xiao's unspoken meaning was, "What makes you think you know him?"
"Oh, I have his business card." Meiqi carefully took out a gold business card and handed it to President Xiao. President Xiao immediately recognized it as a president's business card. "Yes, the Zhang Feng you're looking for is him. What can I do for you?"
"Um... I... I'm his friend, I came to see him." "Oh, unfortunately, President Zhang isn't here."
"Ah?... Then... where is he?" "I'm so sorry! We don't know where he is either."
"Then... I have an urgent matter!" Meiqi realized that this beautiful woman was trying to evade her. "There's nothing I can do, I really don't know where he is." "You... how can you not know where the president is?"
"Miss, I'm so sorry, I really don't know. You should go back and wait for President Zhang to find you." "I... you..."
Meiqi was forced into a corner and resorted to underhanded tactics, saying in a fierce tone, "Let me be frank, I'm President Zhang's wife. If you don't find him for me, I'll make you regret it."
"Hmph," the duty manager looked at Meiqi with disdain, but didn't say anything too hurtful. He simply replied calmly, "Miss, if you, as his wife, can't find him, then we certainly won't be able to."
"Shut up, don't talk nonsense!" President Xiao reprimanded the duty manager. Xiao Liu stuck out her tongue and remained silent. President Xiao, on the other hand, became more amiable and said softly, "Miss, please wait a moment, I'll go ask someone. Could you tell me your name?"
"Okay, my name is Xiao Meiqi, go ask quickly." Meiqi had a glimmer of hope again.
President Xiao walked towards the business center, glancing back at Meiqi as he went. "Mr. Xiao!" Several ladies from the business center stood up to greet him. "Connect me to the president's office." "
Yes." "Beep—beep—" "This is the president's office. Who is this?" A sweet female voice came from the receiver, followed by a suppressed moan. "Hmm...what?" The girls in the business center sounded puzzled. "What's wrong?" Mr. Xiao asked the lady who dialed the phone.
"Hmm...it's connected...but...there's a strange sound coming from the receiver." "Hello...who is this?"
The female voice on the receiver sounded slightly angry. "Oh...it's...it's Mr. Xiao looking for the president." The lady quickly replied.
"Give it to me." Mr. Xiao took the receiver, standing respectfully, his tone extremely humble. "I want to speak to the president; I have something to report."
"Ugh...uh-huh..." A moan of desire came through the receiver again. "The president is busy; please wait a moment."
"Yes."
"Ah... President... please be gentle... it hurts!" Another female voice faintly came through the receiver.
President Xiao frowned, suddenly noticing that the business center girls were also looking at her curiously. "Go away, what are you looking at?"
President Xiao scolded, and the girls immediately dispersed, whispering and giggling quietly.
Upstairs, in the president's office, Zhang Feng was busy: "Hiss... oh... oh... your pussy is so tight! Squeeze harder." Zhang Feng sat in the executive chair, a white and shiny buttock peeking out from under the desk. It turned out that a secretary was naked from the waist down, kneeling under the desk, tightly wrapping Zhang Feng's penis in her vagina, struggling to move her buttocks. Although the air conditioning in the room was strong, her plump buttocks were still covered with a layer of fine, fragrant sweat, showing that her "work" was very arduous!
A beautiful female secretary sat on the executive desk, wearing a black fitted suit jacket—a standard business attire. However, her matching black skirt was missing, and she wasn't even wearing underwear. Her sexy vulva and plump, rounded legs were completely exposed. One foot was propped on the desk, the other resting on the secretary's fleshy buttocks, the pointed high heel creating a deep indentation in her plump flesh.
Zhang Feng's hands were slowly pulling on a thin thread, like reeling in a fishing line. The thread was coated with a layer of glistening, viscous liquid. Even more intriguing was that every inch along this thread was a round bead, about the size of a walnut. Following the beaded thread, his gaze slowly slid down to the secretary's naked lower body, where two red labia were being slowly stretched open by the large beads.
"Oh..." Pulling out a bead, the female secretary groaned lewdly, "President, umm... this... the phone... President Xiao is looking for you... oh..." "Ugh... so good... squeeze tighter... move faster."
Zhang Feng ordered the female secretary under the desk to speed up her movements, while her hands continued to pull the silk thread, already pulling out more than a dozen large beads. He wondered how many large beads had been stuffed into the secretary's cunt. Zhang Feng excitedly pulled one bead after another, endlessly.
"Wow, I'm thirsty, give me some orange juice, oh... tell President Xiao to wait a little longer, I'm really into it." "Yes!"
Immediately, three female secretaries, dressed in suits but naked from the waist down, busied themselves preparing chilled orange juice for the president.
A female secretary lay on a specially designed recliner, her legs spread wide. Another female secretary inserted a gleaming silver funnel into her vagina. Meanwhile, a third female secretary had already juiced a large glass of fresh orange juice and poured it into the reclining secretary's vagina. The second secretary then added finely ground ice to the mixture. With
a soft "pop," the silver funnel was pulled out, followed by a "plop," as a stirring rod was inserted. As the third secretary pressed, a buzzing
vibration came from deep within the vagina. The first secretary shuddered; the contractions were transmitted through the vibrator to the secretary holding it. The first secretary and the second secretary exchanged a slight smile, both feeling a slight wetness between their legs.
"Done," the three secretaries said, skillfully and swiftly completing the preparation of the iced orange juice. "President, please have some orange juice." Two female secretaries, supporting one of the other female secretaries, brought the juice to Zhang Feng.
Zhang Feng turned his head, covered the vulva of the supported female secretary with his mouth, and licked her clitoris with his tongue. The well-trained vulva immediately opened, and a stream of cool, sweet and sour freshly squeezed orange juice flowed into Zhang Feng's hot and parched mouth, then down his esophagus, instantly spreading a refreshing pleasure throughout his body.
While drinking this fresh orange juice from the beautiful woman, Zhang Feng reached an orgasm, his lower abdomen involuntarily heaving, repeatedly slamming his hardworking buttocks against the edge of the desk, from which came muffled groans of pain and suppression.
"Ah...ah...ah...so good!" Zhang Feng slumped into his executive chair, saying weakly, "Give me a call." His secretary immediately leaned over and placed the receiver to his ear. Zhang Feng, eyes closed, slowly asked, "Little girl, what is it?" "Oh, President, a Miss Xiao Meiqi is waiting for you in the lobby. She says she's your wife."
"Oh...her...um...tell her I've returned to the small town and will visit her tomorrow." "Yes."
"Oh, by the way, send someone to take her back to the small town in the longest Lincoln limousine." "Yes. Anything else, President?" "Hmm, nothing else." "President, should I go upstairs to clean up for you?" "Hehe, little girl, you know I'm at work?" "Hehe, President, I'm your confidante, how could I not know?"
"Alright, after you've dealt with that girl, you can come up now." "Yes, President."
When President Xiao returned to Meiqi, he was very respectful. "Miss Xiao, President Zhang has already returned to the small town. He said he would come to see you tomorrow and asked me to take you back."
"Oh? Is that so?" Meiqi was both disappointed and delighted. Disappointed that she hadn't been able to catch Zhang Feng now, but delighted that she would see him tomorrow.
President Xiao ordered Xiao Liu to arrange for a Lincoln limousine to take Meiqi back to the small town. Xiao Liu stuck out her tongue, thinking, "My goodness!
Is this woman really the president's wife? What's the deal with Miss Song at the villa?" But she didn't dare ask any more questions and could only obey orders.
Xiao Liu led Meiqi out of the main gate, and after a short while, an extremely flashy, extra-long luxury RV smoothly stopped in front of Meiqi. The doorman immediately opened the car door for Meiqi and covered the top.
Meiqi was stunned! Looking back at Xiao Liu, Xiao Liu gestured for her to get in, and only then did Meiqi realize that this was a car she could ride in. "Wow!" The luxurious interior of the car left Meiqi speechless with amazement; her limited vocabulary couldn't find the right words to describe it.
She sat down on the long leather sofa, dumbfounded. The waitress opened a small refrigerator, took out a can of orange juice, and poured Meiqi a glass. Her movements were a standard Japanese kneeling service; she respectfully held up the tray and knelt before Meiqi: "Please have some orange juice, it's very refreshing."
"Oh, thank you!" Meiqi was somewhat flattered, picked up the orange juice, and slowly sipped it. Only then did Meiqi realize the car had already driven quite a distance from the hotel.
"Does your president often work here?" "I don't know, I'm sorry! My job is to serve the VIPs riding in this car well; I don't know anything else."
"Oh... I see..." Seeing that she couldn't learn more about Zhang Feng from the waitress, Meiqi could only stare blankly at the fleeting street scenes outside the car window.
"Hey... why are you still kneeling? Get up and sit on the sofa." "Thank you, Miss, but I can't sit."
"Why?" "Because my job requires me to kneel." "Ah!?..." Meiqi was stunned, unsure what to say, so she remained silent, her gaze lingering on the window, her mind a jumble: "Zhang Feng is far more prestigious than I imagined! His wealth is no longer an issue, but whether he can marry me is the real question. He must be surrounded by beautiful women; can I win?" Meiqi's thoughts raced.
Meanwhile, President Xiao, after seeing Meiqi off, went straight upstairs. Reaching Zhang Feng's office door, he saw three beautiful young women sitting side-by-side; they were all secretaries.
"President Xiao, please wait a moment." One of the secretaries both greeted and blocked President Xiao. "President, President Xiao requests an audience." "Come in." "President Xiao, the President wants you to come in." President Xiao was about to enter when two more secretaries blocked his way. "What?" President Xiao asked, puzzled.
"Hehe, I'm sorry, Mr. Xiao, the president has ordered that anyone who wants to go in today must take off all their lower garments." As she spoke, the two secretaries quickly pulled off Mr. Xiao's suit and skirt.
Ms. Xiao shyly covered her face with her hands, letting her two secretaries "work" as they pleased. Soon, her beautiful lower body was nakedly displayed in the corridor to three neatly dressed female employees. What made Ms. Xiao even more embarrassed was that a golden bell was hanging from her clitoris.
"Mr. Xiao, please come in." The two secretaries stood on either side, opening the door to the president's office for Ms. Xiao, while their faces revealed strange smiles that they couldn't hide.
Ms. Xiao walked in naturally, but very sexy, swaying her full hips. The door quietly closed behind her, and what came into view was a lewd picture of beautiful women serving their master.
Ms. Xiao walked up to Zhang Feng and knelt down respectfully. Zhang Feng turned around and remained seated in the boss's chair. The secretary under the desk, exhausted from her arduous "work," lay sprawled on the carpet, unable to move. Her eyes rolled back, and she gasped for breath. A thin, viscous, yellowish-white fluid slowly oozed from the cleft of her exposed buttocks. No one paid her any attention, letting her slowly regain consciousness.
CEO Xiao skillfully cleaned Zhang Feng's erect penis with his lips and tongue, even licking away the fluid clinging to his pubic hair and smeared on his thighs and lower abdomen. Finally, he respectfully placed the clean, shiny penis into Zhang Feng's trousers and fastened his belt.
While CEO Xiao did all this, the other female secretaries, naked from the waist down, knelt silently to the side, ready to receive the CEO's orders.
Zhang Feng lovingly stroked CEO Xiao's hair. Like a docile little female cat, CEO Xiao rested her beautiful chin on Zhang Feng's crotch, gazing up at her master with her large, beautiful eyes.
"Alright, I should go back to my little town to tease that Meiqi girl." Zhang Feng patted President Xiao's head, stood up, and prepared to leave. "I wonder if the house Xue Ru prepared for me is ready yet. You can urge her later."
"Oh, President, President Yang said it's ready. It's developed by our Jiangnan Jinding Real Estate Company. We specially selected a detached villa for you and decorated it according to your wishes. The key is with Manager Wu at the property management company there. You can just go and move in."
Although President Xiao was kneeling on the ground naked from the waist down, she still maintained the competence of a strong woman, conveying President Yang's instructions concisely and clearly.
"Oh, very good. You little kittens are really capable. It's worth raising you all!" Zhang Feng was very satisfied. As he spoke, he opened the door and went out.
"Come, come, my little darlings, give me a kiss. I'm leaving." The three female secretaries outside rushed up to him, vying to kiss Zhang Feng sweetly, and reluctantly saw the president into the elevator.
When Zhang Feng stepped out of the elevator, Yang Xueru, the general manager of Jiangnan Jinding Group, was already waiting in the lobby.
"President, are you going back to the small town already?" "Yes." "The Fourth Madam is chatting with the Second Madam right now. Aren't you going to see them?" "Oh? When did Xiao Mei arrive?" "At ten o'clock this morning. I picked her up from the airport." "What's she doing here?" "The Second Madam invited her to lunch, saying that the new chef at Lou Wai Lou makes excellent fish, and specifically invited her to try their vinegar fish."
"Oh, those two greedy little kittens! I might come back to see them tomorrow or the day after." "The Fourth Madam's flight back is at three o'clock this afternoon." "Hmm? Why the rush?" "The Fourth Madam said she has a dinner party tonight."
"Heh, flying back and forth just for fish?! Really."
"President, the Second Madam said yesterday that there wasn't much money left in her account, and asked me to transfer another sum."
"Oh, how much is left?" "I checked, there's a little over two million left." "Oh, then it's time to allocate funds. But how come she spends so quickly? Didn't we just allocate ten million to her last month?"
"Hehe, it was the First Madam who won it all. I heard from the Second Madam that she's lost over six million to the First Madam while playing cards recently." "Hehe, what about the other two?" "Oh, the Third Madam also lost, it seems she lost over four million, while the Fourth Madam won a little over one million."
"Oh, I see. Hmph, it just went from the left pocket to the right."
"Hehe, the President really married a brilliant First Madam. With her managing your finances, you're guaranteed to succeed."
"Hehe, then allocate an additional six million to Shuyan and four million to Jingjing." "Yes, I'll take care of it right away. But which company will provide the funds for the Third Madam?" "Following the old rules, let Northern Golden Tripod provide them."
"Yes."
Zhang Feng had already reached the main entrance. Seeing that everything was normal with people coming and going, he lowered his voice slightly and continued, "The original Da Vinci painting can be sold now. Contact that Japanese devil and tell him it's 35 million US dollars, not a penny less."
"Yes, President, but..." "What?" "It's estimated to fetch $40 million at Sotheby's." "No, no, I got a fake for $10,000, switched it, and got $35 million. Why take the risk again? Let the Japanese devils earn that $5 million."
"Hehe, President is wise."
"Hey, have you been sleeping with Governor Li a lot lately? Don't damage that little bird's nest, it's my property." Yang Xueru blushed instantly, lowered her eyes, and mumbled shyly, "President, look at you, you're bringing this up again. I'll be careful to protect your little bird's nest."
"Hahaha, don't rush, just teasing you!" "President, the houses in the small town are all done according to your wishes. I've already notified Manager Wu of the property management there. You can go directly to him in a bit." Xueru quickly changed the subject.
"Alright, little beauty, I'm off." Zhang Feng's white BMW was already parked in the lobby. The doorman opened the car door for Zhang Feng, who got into the driver's seat, turned around to call Xue Ru, and drove away.

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