The famous genitals of a beautiful woman

Upon seeing Madam Qu faint, everyone panicked, pinching her philtrum and thenar eminence. After a while, Madam Qu regained her breathing and sat silently on the soft couch. In an instant, the tigress had turned into a sick cat, even her gaze was weak.
Li Jinyue cried and made a scene for a long time. The marriage contract was already signed, and she had entered the Ma family's gate; no amount of pleading would change her mind. Her elder brother had to coax her for a long time before she calmed down. The two completed the formalities and were led to their bridal chamber.
When they left the Ma family, it was completely dark. Yan Rong carefully folded the divorce papers and put them in her sleeve. Needless to say, their year of marriage had to end. As long as Madam Qu was alive, there was no chance for them to reconcile. Besides, she was no longer a virgin; Ma Zhiwen, a pedantic scholar, could not possibly accept it. But the look he gave her as he left—a look of desolation and reluctance—made her heart ache uncontrollably.
Looking at the two loads of dowry behind the carriage, Yan Rong blinked. "Master Xiao, can I ask you a favor?" "Go ahead." "Have these things deposited in a bank in my name. I won't take them back." Such a large sum of money, if taken back to the Fragrant Pavilion, would probably be snatched away as soon as it was exposed, leaving her with nothing. She was someone who was controlled everywhere and had no freedom, so she had to ask someone to do it. Among the people she knew, Xiao Kezheng was a familiar face, and she really had no choice but to ask him.
"Aren't you afraid I'll swallow all of this?" Xiao Kezheng looked at her with a smile.
"Heh, what are you joking about? With your fortune, you could probably buy thousands or hundreds of me. Why would you care about this?" "Hmm." Xiao Kezheng nodded and asked, "How much do you want to redeem yourself?" "Ten thousand taels." "That's enough to buy quite a few of you, but I don't want to redeem you." Xiao Kezheng raised an eyebrow at her, his eyes full of mockery.
Yan Rong laughed, "Why?"
"When you've been played with enough, when you're worthless, then we'll buy you back."
Yan Rong's laughter faded at his cold reply, a surge of anger rising within her, her chest heaving with each breath.
Xiao Kezheng snorted, forcefully lifting her from the ground and shoving her into the carriage. He whispered to the outside, "Dunzi, go to Chen's shop up ahead and buy some pastries. Xiao Wuzi, go to Qunxiang Pavilion and tell them that Zui Furong isn't going back tonight. The money won't be less. Remember, it must be done privately, only the madam can hear it." With that, he slammed the curtain shut.
Yan Rong lowered her eyes, pondering his words. Did he mean she couldn't break her rule of only seeing one client a month, thus preventing other men from having designs on her? But why had he insulted her like that before? Did he want to monopolize her or something? For a moment, Yan Rong was at a loss for words.
Xiao Kezheng's hot chest pressed against her, his large hand resting on her waist, kneading it up and down a couple of times. Yan Rong blushed, "Master, we're still outside." And in the middle of the city, no less.
"Hmph, you've got no extra flesh to squeeze out, I really don't know if you can serve other men well." Xiao Kezheng's words were full of sarcasm. He withdrew his hand, sat up straight, and didn't touch her again.
A little while later, Dunzi returned with two boxes of Chen's pastries. Xiao Kezheng shoved them into her arms, "Eat up, don't go back and tell the maid that I mistreated you." Yan Rong puffed out her cheeks, opened the food box, and took out two almond cookies, the faint fragrance filling her mouth. At noon, she ate with Zhang Fuxiang. That lecherous man kept putting food on her plate, making her feel nauseous. She had to pretend she didn't have an appetite and ended up not eating a single bite. In the afternoon, she went to the Ma family and caused a scene. Exhausted from all the commotion, she found the pastries in her hands all the more delicious.
She secretly mocked herself: "Lin Yanrong, Lin Yanrong, he treated you so badly before, but now he obediently accepts two boxes of pastries. People really become more and more spineless."
Xiao Kezheng watched her silently. The dim light inside the carriage obscured his features, only his clear outline was visible, with strong, masculine lines.
The carriage rattled into a quiet inn. After ordering a few dishes and having them brought to her room, Xiao Kezheng handed her a pair of chopsticks. Yan Rong quickly shook her head and refused, "I ate my fill in the carriage." "..." Xiao Kezheng rolled his eyes at her. "Don't go hungry later." Yan Rong blushed and took the chopsticks, picking at the side dishes listlessly. She thought to herself that he hadn't made things clear beforehand, causing her to eat a lot of snacks, and now there was even a dinner.
A little while later, Xiao Kezheng finished his meal, poured himself a cup of tea, and sipped it slowly, not even glancing at Yan Rong. Yan Rong twirled the teacup with her slender fingers, feeling a little flustered. This man was usually so straightforward; why was he taking so long to prepare today?
"I'll go check if the window is closed properly." Yan Rong left her seat, slowly walked to the window, opened it, and let the cool night wind sweep away the blush from her cheeks. Beneath the pavilion, a few lanterns, like red dates, hung outside a row of eaves, swaying gently in the breeze, a testament to the city's prosperity. Those looking down from above felt a pang of loneliness.
Suddenly, she felt a tightening around her waist, sinking into a warm embrace. Warm, moist kisses slid down her ear, lingering on her lips. Yan Rong was stunned by the kisses, only hearing his indistinct words travel from her chin up her spine: "I truly don't know whether to hate you or pity you…" He had witnessed her hysteria, her despair and hurt. He had originally planned to take her to the Ma family to further traumatize her and make her give up completely, but he hadn't expected her to face it so calmly, displaying her intelligence and decisiveness. Indeed, a woman who has experienced pain is different; every step she takes is a revenge built on her own wounds. When she is alone, looking out the window, she reverts to her most helpless self.
Yan Rong's heart felt like a bowl of water with a spoonful of oil added—thick, turbulent, and chaotic. She didn't want to be hated for no reason, nor did she want to be pitied condescendingly. But now that she lived such a humble life, what right did she have to make any demands? "Master, thank you for your help today." Regardless of his motives, he had helped her, and that was that.
Xiao Kezheng slightly curled his lips. "Yes, we're just getting what we need, understand?" Yan Rong frowned, unable to refute his cold words, and obediently replied, "I understand." She placed her hands on his shoulders, took out an index finger, and starting from his chin, traced his long neck, past his rising and falling Adam's apple, gently opening his shirt, and slowly sliding down until it disappeared into his dark pubic hair. "I hope you'll be more considerate and gentle, sir..." There were some things she was reluctant to say, but when the time came, only a few soft words could save her from suffering.
Xiao Kezheng couldn't help but feel a tightening in his lower abdomen. He took a step forward, pinning her against the wall, and lifted her buttocks with his large hand, smiling cryptically, "No wonder they say that while virgins are good, they can't compare to even one-tenth of the charm of a married woman." Yan Rong's expression faltered for a moment. She had been married to Ma Zhiwen for a year, and in this matter, he had always followed Confucius's teachings: "In youth, one's blood and energy are not yet settled; one must be wary of lust." Even if she was infatuated, she dared not be frequent, treating each encounter like a routine. Besides, Madam Qu disapproved of her and constantly found fault with her; she absolutely could not show the slightest sign of being unsteady or unruly. Therefore, it was only after meeting Xiao Kezheng that Yan Rong began to realize that matters between men and women could be handled in this way or that.xxx dedepa permanent backup domain name!
"Ah..."
Xiao Kezheng's hand had already reached under her undergarments, kneading her lightly and heavily. Yan Rong looked down at him, her eyes seductive, her brows furrowed, unable to control herself.
"Should I go slower?"
Yan Rong placed her hands on his shoulders, her face flushed, but she stammered and didn't say anything.
This woman always played the "playing hard to get" card so well, regardless of her true feelings. Xiao Kezheng shook his head and sighed, forcefully pressing her down on his high, firm chest.
Her fingers suddenly spread open forcefully, and she fell down as if weightless, her body trembling, clinging tightly to his broad chest.
...
The next day, as soon as it was light, Xiao Kezheng got up, quickly dressed, and moved swiftly. Yan Rong groggily opened her eyes, covered her mouth with her hand, and yawned, "It's not fully light yet." "I have to go back. You rest a little longer. I left two thousand-tael silver notes for you on the table. Don't give Liu Ma less than the amount you need, or she'll be unhappy. Hmm, I'll have Hu Zi buy you two ready-made clothes and bring them over later." Xiao Kezheng rattled off a string of words very quickly.
Yan Rong teased, "Does Master not be afraid of his wife?"
Xiao Kezheng paused, then slowly said, "She's not very bright."
Yan Rong's mind went blank for a moment, and when she came to her senses, he had already pushed open the door and left. Yes, she had forgotten what Liu Ma had told her not long ago—this man's history of rising to wealth was truly full of twists and turns, exciting and fascinating, enough to fill a book. It is said that he was born into a wealthy family and was already capable of handling things independently by the age of twenty. Unexpectedly
, at the height of his success, he suffered a sudden and devastating loss. Left with no other choice, he married Cui Xue, the only daughter of the wealthy Cui Da Caishen, becoming a live-in son-in-law and thus resolving his financial crisis. Mental instability is somewhat understandable if it were a simpleton, but what's more tragic than a simpleton is madness.
The wealthy Cui Da Caishen is now terminally ill, having entrusted all his business to Xiao Kezheng. After he passes away, Xiao Kezheng can marry and have children, who can bear the Xiao surname, but on one condition: that he takes good care of Cui Xue for the rest of her life, ensuring her a carefree and healthy existence.
Merchants value reputation above all else, and the wealthy Cui Da Caishen has grasped this principle, entrusting his life savings to Xiao Kezheng in exchange for his daughter's well-being in her later years.
Xiao Kezheng wanted to be a man of integrity. He used to say he'd rather beg than marry a madwoman, but now he had to give in. When others talked about his family, a slightly contemptuous glance felt like a thousand pounds on his back.
Everyone has their hardships, like Yan Rong, Ma Zhiwen, and Xiao Kezheng. Shangling City was the capital, a place of economic, political, and cultural prosperity, but also a place where humanity struggled and collapsed the most. Every day, millions fell, and every day, millions rose again. Yan Rong
had no grand ambitions; she never thought of becoming a top scholar, never thought of revitalizing her family business, she only wanted to save enough money to buy her freedom. She used to long for a reunion with Ma Zhiwen, but not anymore. She wanted to travel the world alone to find her exiled parents and brother. If she could reunite with them in her lifetime, she would have no other desires.
She picked up her old clothes and put them on, then called the waiter for hot water to wash herself. After changing into her new clothes, Yan Rong skipped breakfast, wrapped a silk scarf around her face, and got into the carriage Xiao Kezheng had arranged for her. She leisurely swayed back to the Qunxiang Pavilion.
It was almost noon when Yan Rong entered. She saw Liu Mama sitting in the lobby, slowly sipping tea and waiting for her. Yan Rong's heart tightened. She took out a thousand-tael silver note from her sleeve and went up to her with a smile: "Mama, I'm sorry to have worried you all night." Liu Mama's expression was indifferent. She took the money and placed it on the table, tapping it with her teacup. "Master Xiao said he would give more than this." Yan Rong was taken aback. With a bitter face, she took out a five-hundred-tael silver note from her sleeve. "Mama, please keep one hundred taels for me." Liu Mama's face lit up, but she still had a stern old face and scolded, "Money..." "I won't give it to you. You need to remember this. These rules can't be broken easily. You can play around during the day, but come back as soon as it gets dark. What if someone sees you? Also, you'll only get what you're entitled to. What's not yours, no matter how much you get, isn't yours." "Yes, yes, yes, daughter knows her mistake." Yan Rong watched her put the five hundred taels under the teacup again, and her heart began to ache again. Luckily, she was smart enough to have someone break one thousand taels in half, so she could still secretly keep five hundred taels.
"Go back now. Don't forget to drink your medicine to avoid danger and get some rest." "Daughter takes her leave." Yan Rong lowered her head and walked towards the room, the smile on her face gradually fading. What a skin-skinning, flesh-eating wretch! Utterly hateful.
With a displeased expression, she pushed open the door and was shocked to find the bedside table overturned and the dressing table in disarray. Yan Rong shuddered and, without even lifting her skirt, rushed into the room. She hurriedly opened a drawer and discovered that the lock on the box had been pried open. Several hard-earned silver notes and loose silver, along with some precious jewelry, were all gone!
She valued this money more than her own life. Men were unreliable, so she relied on money. She had saved every tael of silver she had accumulated, hoping to escape her misery as soon as possible. This was her most steadfast belief, but now… who had stolen her money?! Yan Rong's eyes turned bloodshot with rage, and in a fit of anger, she kicked a stool to the ground.

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