[Urban] Rebirth of a Strange Love: The Loser's Revenge Plan - 7-9

Chapter 8

Fang Ying covered her mouth with her fingers. Good heavens, her mother was indeed as her older sister had said—incredibly seductive. It was insane! If she were pinned down like this by her nephew, she definitely wouldn't be able to get out of bed all day.

Qinghua released the beautiful woman's legs, and Xia Zhuyi immediately felt much more relaxed, her legs limply hooking around Qinghua's waist. Fang Lan said to Fang Ying, "Xiao Ying, you go downstairs first, I'll take your mother's clothes inside."

"Fang Lan, why are you doing this?" Xia Zhuyi saw Fang Lan enter the room, filled with shame and indignation, but the man on top of her seemed not to see Fang Lan, still riding her with full force. Fang Lan chuckled, "Xia Zhuyi, don't be angry. I'm just bringing you some clothes. You can stay here today and take care of Xiaolong for the day. If you don't take good care of him, you'll be punished."

Fang Lan placed the clothes by the bed and whispered in Qinghua's ear, "You stay home with this vixen today. You can fuck her whenever you want. If she doesn't listen, beat her hard, just don't hit her face, and preferably not her butt."

Xia Zhuyi couldn't hear what the mother and son were saying, but judging from their expressions, it wasn't anything good. Fang Lan left, but before leaving, she turned back and said, "Xia Zhuyi, I'll keep your car keys for now. I'll give them back to you when I get back tonight."

"Grandma Xia, let's continue."

"Get away, you beast, let me go!"

Xia Zhuyi's struggles only fueled Qinghua's more intense assault. "Ugh..." Xia Zhuyi tried her best to suppress her moans, but the pleasure in her vagina was becoming uncontrollable. She could clearly feel her grandson's glans swell deep inside her vagina, then erupt, a surge of heat rushing straight to her uterus. Ah! Xia Zhuyi finally couldn't hold back and cried out. My God! She had actually let her grandson ejaculate inside her, and so violently!

Afterwards, Qinghua deliberately pressed down on Xia Zhuyi, remaining motionless. Xia Zhuyi's limbs were already sore and weak from Qinghua's pressure, and she had no strength left to push the man off her. Xia Zhuyi felt a pang of regret; she hadn't expected Fang Lan to be so ruthless and shameless. She should have known better than to oppose Fang Lan and not covet her money.

"Xiaolong, you can go now, Grandma wants to take a bath." The two of them had sweated a lot from their vigorous activity, and the sheets were already half-soaked. Xia Zhuyi felt like she was sitting on pins and needles, completely uncomfortable.

"Xiaolong, aren't you hot?"

"Yes."

"Then let's get up."

"No, you're so soft and comfortable."

"You're all sweaty."

"I turned off the air conditioner. Mom said it's easy to catch a cold when we're having sex, so I turned it off when we came in." Qinghua said, reaching out to turn on the air conditioner and then pulling a thin blanket over himself. Xia Zhuyi was speechless, unsure whether the man on top of her was truly stupid or just pretending.

The sound of a door closing came from downstairs; Fang Lan must have taken Fang Ying to work. Only Xia Zhuyi and Qinghua remained in the large villa. Qinghua had just climbed off Xia Zhuyi. Xia Zhuyi inevitably saw Qinghua's penis, which, although limp, was still covered in her vaginal fluid, emitting a peculiar smell in the air. Facing this seemingly stupid grandson, Xia Zhuyi knew that saying anything more would be useless. Moreover, seeing Qinghua's eyes, the beautiful woman felt a little scared, afraid that he might go crazy again and do something else that would cause her unbearable suffering.

Qinghua sat on the edge of the bed, her eyes fixed on Xia Zhuyi. Xia Zhuyi was a far cry from her usual dignified and elegant self; even her once-proper hairstyle was now a mess. Xia Zhuyi picked up the clothes Fang Lan had given her and was immediately dumbfounded. The clothes Fang Lan had supposedly given her were a light blue stretchy tank top and a short skirt, nothing more. The tank top was barely larger than a bra, and Qinghua immediately recognized it as Fang Lan's yoga attire—very elastic. Xia Zhuyi was more voluptuous than Fang Lan, and only such elastic clothing could fit her. Looking at the tank top, Xia Zhuyi reluctantly put it on.

She was certain Fang Lan had done this on purpose. The tank top, while covering her large breasts, made them appear even fuller due to the elasticity, especially her nipples, which were prominently displayed. Xia Zhuyi didn't care anymore; she dressed first and then went to find her clothes from yesterday. When she picked up the "skirt," she realized it wasn't a real skirt at all, but rather a rectangular strip of fabric used as decoration over shorts, wrapped around the shorts like a skirt, with a buckle at the waist that could be adjusted freely.

Qinghua was delighted to see Xia Zhuyi dressed like this. Xia Zhuyi definitely wouldn't dare go out like this, and that "skirt" was too easy to remove; she was going commando underneath, so he could have his way with her whenever he wanted. Qinghua put on the shorts and followed Xia Zhuyi out of the room, only to see Xia Zhuyi heading straight for Fang Lan's room.

Xia Zhuyi didn't know if her clothes were still in Fang Lan's room; even if they weren't, she could find other clothes there. To Xia Zhuyi's disappointment, Fang Lan's room was locked. Undeterred, Xia Zhuyi tried other rooms, only to find that only the guest room door where she slept was unlocked. Xia Zhuyi was somewhat discouraged; it seemed Fang Lan had thought of everything more thoroughly than she had.

Xia Zhuyi went downstairs to look for her clothes and found them in the bathroom, but Fang Lan had already soaked them in water. Helpless, Xia Zhuyi went to take a shower first. Seeing Xia Zhuyi go to shower, Qinghua also went to shower. The breakfast Fang Lan had prepared for them was still on the table. After showering, Qinghua went to eat, and overheard Xia Zhuyi on the phone in the bathroom, seemingly telling someone she wasn't going to work today.

Qinghua opened the bathroom door. Xia Zhuyi's hair was loose, being dried with a hairdryer, and she was still wearing the same tank top. "Aren't you going to eat breakfast?"

"No, only pigs eat." Xia Zhuyi ignored Qinghua, dried her hair, then put it up in a bun and clipped on the pretty headband. Qinghua watched Xia Zhuyi tidying her hair with interest, and only after she finished did he say to her, "You'll have no energy if you don't eat."

"Get out, you little beast! I told you I'm not eating!" The thought of being in the same room as her mentally challenged grandson who had raped her drove Xia Zhuyi mad. She went back to the laundry room and put all her clothes in the washing machine. If she didn't have clothes, she could wash them; if she didn't have a car, she could walk out. Xia Zhuyi underestimated Qinghua's intelligence, his sexual desires, and something she never imagined: the "foolish grandson" who had raped her was already preparing to "discipline" her.

Xia Zhuyi stood in front of the washing machine, her tank top making her back appear incredibly smooth; even from behind, her figure was perfect. Qinghua, having eaten and drunk his fill, saw Xia Zhuyi's back and became restless again; the day of "discipline" had begun. Qinghua walked behind Xia Zhuyi and, without a word, lifted her short skirt. Xia Zhuyi turned around and asked sharply, "You little beast, what do you want to do?"

"Of course, I'm going to ride you. Mom said I can ride you all day. Mom also said that when a man's penis is hard, he wants to ride a woman. Now I'm going to ride you."

"Get off me!" Xia Zhuyi reached out to hit Qinghua, but Qinghua pinned her against the washing machine. The machine was still spinning, and Xia Zhuyi struggled violently; it's unclear who exerted more force, but the washing machine tipped over. After a few loud thuds, it stopped; the washing machine had broken down.

Seeing Xia Zhuyi resist, Qinghua pinned her against the broken machine and ripped off her skirt. He slapped the beautiful woman's buttocks repeatedly. Although there were no vital organs there, and it wouldn't hurt, a man's relentless slapping was painful. After a few blows, Xia Zhuyi began to moan. Qinghua squatted down and saw the beautiful woman's legs spread wide, her vulva bulging like a ripe peach, even the slightly parted labia resembling the red lines of a peach.

Qinghua inserted his index finger into the woman's vagina; it was surprisingly wet. Qinghua was overjoyed, thinking of Fang Ying after he spanked her; Xia Zhuyi wasn't much different. "Mom said you're a slut I can ride anytime, and it's true! Your cunt's already wet, you really need to be fucked."

"I'm not a slut, your mom's the slut..."

*Slap! Slap!* "Still dare to talk back? Tell me, are you a slut? Are you waiting for me to fuck you with my cock? Mom says you just want our money. If you want money, you have to be fucked."

Xia Zhuyi was utterly wronged. Getting fucked meant getting money? Getting fucked and then beaten? Fang Lan was truly vicious. Knowing her son only listened to her, she let this fool torment her. She couldn't even reason with him. Should she tell this kid that what he was doing was incest, immoral?

"Grandma Xia, tell me, are you a slut?" Qinghua slapped Xia Zhuyi's buttocks hard again. Xia Zhuyi sighed. Why argue with this simpleton? She should just give in first, otherwise she'd just get beaten for nothing. "Yes, Grandma Xia is a slut, please stop hitting me."

"Since you're a slut, do you want my cock to fuck you?" Before Xia Zhuyi could answer, Qinghua slapped her again. "Yes." She'd already been raped by that idiot boy, so one more time wouldn't matter. Xia Zhuyi answered immediately after Qinghua's slap. Qinghua felt a pang of guilt when facing Fang Ying, but towards Fang Daming's wife, he felt no remorse, only hatred. Thinking of her sister's death at Fang Daming's insatiable desire, Qinghua slapped Xia Zhuyi's buttocks again. Xia Zhuyi lay on the washing machine, groaning. She didn't understand why the idiot boy was hitting her after she'd already submitted.

Qinghua looked at the beautiful woman's red buttocks, feeling a surge of pride. He made Xia Zhuyi stand up, hands on the overturned washing machine. Xia Zhuyi did as Qinghua demanded, sticking her buttocks out like a bitch. "Grandma Xia, you're not just a slut, you're like a horny bitch," Qinghua said, pulling down his shorts to reveal his engorged penis. Xia Zhuyi lowered her head, her eyes meeting Qinghua's reflection between her legs. The man's penis was like an old, gnarled tree, powerful and imposing. Good heavens! So thick! No wonder it was making her lower body ache.

*Slap!* Another slap. "Grandma Xia, lift your ass up, I'm going to fuck you." Qinghua grabbed Xia Zhuyi's buttocks with both hands, his shiny glans rubbing against her wet opening a few times before thrusting in. Xia Zhuyi kept her head down, soon feeling dizzy and disoriented. But with Qinghua lifting her buttocks high and the man's penis deep inside, it was impossible for her to lift her back. Finally, she could only lie face down on the washing machine. Qinghua wasn't satisfied with this position, so he had Xia Zhuyi lie against the wall while he fucked her from behind. Qinghua found this position very pleasurable; his lower abdomen hitting her soft buttocks felt incredibly comfortable. And so, Qinghua ejaculated inside Xia Zhuyi's vagina once more.

Qinghua put on his shorts and went next door to shower, leaving Xia Zhuyi sitting on the washing machine, dumbfounded. Xia Zhuyi washed her clothes and took them upstairs to dry. Qinghua followed her the whole time. Seeing Xia Zhuyi's back as she hung the clothes, Qinghua became impulsive again and pushed Xia Zhuyi down onto the balcony. This time, Xia Zhuyi didn't resist, but she was still spanked for not cooperating. Xia Zhuyi never imagined that she, the wife of a provincial governor, would be like a bitch on the balcony, being fucked from behind by a man nearly twenty years younger than her. What Xia Zhuyi couldn't believe was that the silly boy actually knew how to perform oral sex. Regardless of her willingness, he pinched her mouth and shoved his penis, covered in her vaginal fluid, into her cherry-like mouth. It was a cherry-like mouth. Xia Zhuyi had always thought her mouth was beautiful, and now, her mouth was serving her silly grandson. Even Fang Daming had never enjoyed such treatment. And that wasn't all. The silly boy actually made her swallow the fishy-smelling semen. Xia Zhuyi tried to spit out the filth, but what greeted her was the pain in her buttocks.

A knock came from downstairs. Xia Zhuyi hurriedly found clothes to put on, naturally still the same tank top and short skirt. Qinghua knew it was the delivery person, so he dressed and went downstairs to pick up the food. At the dining table, Xia Zhuyi looked like a submissive wife, not daring to look at Qinghua. This foolish grandson had caused her so much suffering. He wasn't stupid at all, but he seemed a bit off, constantly spanking her.

"What are you going to do now?" Xia Zhuyi ate standing up; her buttocks were swollen from Qinghua's spanking, and sitting on the hard chair hurt.

"Lie down on the dining table!" Qinghua commanded. Xia Zhuyi carefully lay down on the table. Qinghua looked on with a smug satisfaction. A pampered lady like Xia Zhuyi could be easily subdued with a little torture.

"Spread your legs yourself." Xia Zhuyi knew what the young man was going to do. Humiliatingly, she spread her legs, grabbing her ankles with both hands. Thus, the beautiful woman's vulva was opened to Qinghua. Qinghua, still annoyed by the short skirt, ripped it open again. That morning, the beautiful woman had already been with Qinghua three times; her once-thin labia were now swollen and red, almost as swollen as her buttocks.

After all, Xia Zhuyi was almost forty; even with good maintenance, she had some extra flesh, especially in this position, making her lower abdomen look somewhat bloated. Qinghua didn't care about any of this; he reached out and patted the beautiful woman's mons pubis. "Grandma Xia, do you want me to fuck you?"

Anyway, it was just her and the silly boy in the house; no matter how shameful or disheveled she was, no one else would know. Hearing Qinghua ask her, Xia Zhuyi hummed in agreement. This time, Qinghua didn't spank her buttocks, because her buttocks were pressed against the dining table. Qinghua pulled down his pants, aimed his penis at the beautiful woman's vagina, and thrust it in under her shameful and indignant gaze.

Just as Qinghua's penis was thrusting into Grandma Xia's cunt, Fang Lan called him, asking if he had eaten and if Xia Zhuyi was staying home obediently.

“Mom, you’re right, Grandma Xia really is subdued by me, she’s very obedient now… She’s lying on the dining table right now, spreading her legs herself… Me? I’m riding her… I spank her bottom when she doesn’t obey, and she’s obedient now…” Xia Zhuyi overheard Qinghua talking to Fang Lan and was so ashamed she wanted to disappear.

Qinghua hung up the phone and told Xia Zhuyi to sit up because he was going to suckle her breasts. Xia Zhuyi endured the pain in her bottom and sat up, voluntarily stuffing a breast covered in teeth marks into Qinghua’s mouth. “Xiaolong, do you think it’s more comfortable to fuck me, or to fuck your mom?” “

About the same, Aunt Xiaoying is also very comfortable.”

“Xiaolong, does your mom let you spank her bottom?” Qinghua shook his head. Xia Zhuyi continued, “Xiaolong, do you want to spank your mom’s bottom? Your mom’s bottom is big and soft, it must feel very comfortable to slap.”

Qinghua understood Xia Zhuyi’s intentions; she wanted him to use the same methods he had used on her on Fang Lan. Qinghua still needed to use Fang Lan. Before he could bring down Fang Daming, he had to listen to Fang Lan. However, Xia Zhuyi's suggestion suited his tastes, and he could try it later.

The Fang sisters returned to the villa, but Xia Zhuyi was nowhere to be seen. They only heard some noises upstairs. When they went upstairs, they saw the guest room door open. Qinghua was sitting on the bed, completely naked. Xia Zhuyi, also naked, was sitting on the man, actively stroking his penis, while the man's head was buried in her chest. Fang Lan almost burst out laughing when she saw Xia Zhuyi's buttocks, which had been slapped red. She hadn't expected that the silly boy had actually managed to subdue Xia Zhuyi.

"Xia Zhuyi, should I call you Mom now, or should I call you daughter-in-law? Mom..."

Xia Zhuyi was immersed in sex with Qinghua and hadn't expected Fang Lan and her daughter to return so early. Hearing Fang Lan's teasing, Xia Zhuyi was filled with shame and didn't dare to look at her daughter or Fang Lan. The Fang sisters didn't stay in the small room either; they wanted the two of them to finish what they needed to do first.

Xia Zhuyi came out dressed, still in that little tank top, her breasts high and prominent. Fang Ying's eyes nearly popped out when she saw her mother in such a tank top. Good heavens, was this really her usually stern mother? She looked almost like a busty mother from a comic book. Seeing her daughter's surprised gaze, Xia Zhuyi blushed. "Xiao Ying, go to Xiao Long's room. I have something to say to your older sister."

Fang Lan didn't say anything, got up and went to her room, and Xia Zhuyi followed her in. "Fang Lan, aren't you afraid I'll tell your dad?"

"Of course I'm afraid, but then again, even if Grandpa finds out, what can he do? What do you think he'll do? Send Xiaolong to jail? Maybe he'll just think some guy couldn't resist the temptation and was seducing his grandson."

"You...you're making baseless accusations."

"Oh, so agitated. Did I hit a nerve? Just now, I don't know who was sitting on Xiaolong, acting all slutty. You're such a slut, aren't you? Tell me, what do you want to say to me?"

“My brother is coming tomorrow. He wants to open a branch company here, but your dad hasn't given his consent. Could you put in a good word for him? Also, my nephew Xiaoqiang is graduating soon, and I'd like him to work at your company. If you agree, I'll pretend today's events never happened. Xiaoying can also stay here to tutor Xiaolong.” Xia Zhuyi knew that Fang Ying had been living here for two months and must have been taken advantage of by the silly boy many times. Since things had come to this, letting the boy take advantage of her a few more times wouldn't make a difference; she might as well take this opportunity to get some benefits.

Fang Lan chuckled, "Don't think I don't know. Back then, you married my dad because you were after his status and position. It took courage to marry someone more than ten years older than yourself back then, and I really admire your courage. Tomorrow, take Xiaoying back, and the day after, I'll send someone to pick her up. As for your brother's matter, I can help put in a good word, but let me make this clear beforehand: the old man is at a critical juncture right now, and you've been the governor's wife for so many years, you should know the implications. Your brother's company business can't be announced to anyone. You know your family's temperament, so make it clear to them first. As for your nephew wanting to join my company, don't even think about it. Everything in the Fang family belongs to Xiaolong."

Fang Ying stayed for two days before returning to the Lakeside Villa. A few days later, Xia Zhuyi also packed her things and moved to the Lakeside Villa. Fang Daming asked her what was wrong, and Xia Zhuyi said she was worried about Fang Ying living there alone, afraid she'd become too ambitious over the summer, so she wanted to keep an eye on her. Fang Daming listened to Xia Zhuyi's explanation and didn't press further.

The lakeside villa was harmonious throughout the summer. This was because three contented women and a thoroughly enjoying man lived there. However, with so many people living there, the lack of a nanny was inconvenient. For this extravagant family, a nanny was indeed a major headache.

"It seems hourly workers aren't very convenient; we need to find a capable and reliable nanny. What ideas do you three have?" Fang Lan's idea, of course, concerned the relationship between the four of them, which the nanny couldn't know about. The best solution was to create a secret room in the villa.

"We can lock up the attic so the nanny can't go up there," said Fang Ying, the youngest. In many fairy tales, the attic holds secrets.

Fang Lan shook her head and said, "No, the attic space in our villa is too small. It can only hold some odds and ends, and the stairs are open, so the soundproofing isn't good. It's not even as good as the basement."

Fang Ying said, "To get to the basement, you have to go downstairs. The nanny sleeps downstairs; she'll find out eventually."

Xia Zhuyi then said, "Do you know that many villas now have elevators? We can install one in the house. It can go directly from the second floor to the basement, sealing off the passage between the first floor and the basement. The elevator door on the second floor can be set up in Xiaolong's study. The study is usually locked so the nanny can't just go in."

Qinghua was somewhat surprised that Xia Zhuyi would actually offer to help him build a brothel. Could it be that this seemingly noble but secretly wanton Mrs. Fang had really submitted to him? Little did Qinghua know that Xia Zhuyi's enthusiasm had its own plans, and this was all thanks to Fang Lan's guidance. The Fang family's assets weren't just the two companies Fang Lan seemed to own. Xia Zhuyi didn't know the exact amount either, only having gleaned some information from Fang Daming. Fang Lan had said that everything in the Fang family would eventually belong to Fang Yulong, also known as Qinghua. Given the current situation, this simple-minded boy would quickly integrate into society, and perhaps in a few years, Fang Lan would hand over the Fang family's financial power to him. A few years later, Fang Daming might step down, and then anyone wanting a good life would have to depend on the simple-minded boy's whims. Fang Lan was about the same age as her, and in a few years, her beauty would fade, but Fang Ying was still young. Even if she became the simple-minded boy's mistress for ten years before remarrying, she would only be in her early twenties. At that time, as long as

she could please the simple-minded boy, the benefits would be plentiful. Xia Zhuyi's plan was approved by the four; installing an elevator required partial renovations to the villa. For the next month, all four would temporarily stay at Fang Daming's place. Qinghua hadn't expected to be able to move into Fang Daming's villa so soon; he could do many things in this month.

Qinghua wanted to pretend he liked Fang Daming, but seeing Fang Daming standing before him, Qinghua still wore a long face. Only after Fang Lan's repeated requests did Qinghua finally call him "Grandpa." Given Fang Daming's current status, few people could likely give him the cold shoulder, yet he wasn't displeased by Qinghua's behavior. It was precisely because his simple-minded grandson had finally come to his senses, understanding love and hate, that he acted this way towards people he disliked. With more interaction, these issues would resolve themselves.

Aunt Liu prepared a lavish dinner, many dishes Qinghua enjoyed; Xia Zhuyi had called Aunt Liu that morning to inform her of the menu. During the meal, Qinghua spoke only a few words to Fang Daming. Though brief, her logic was clear, much to Fang Daming's delight. Fang Daming asked Fang Lan why she had decided to renovate the house. Fang Lan explained that a water pipe had broken, the flooring was damp and needed replacing, so she decided to renovate as well.

Fang Daming's villa was much smaller than Fang Lan's, with only three bedrooms upstairs: one for Fang Daming and his wife, one for Fang Lan and her sister Fang Ying, leaving Qinghua with a separate bedroom. This arrangement was quite unusual for Qinghua, who had barely slept with her daughter for the past two months. In this small building, the family seemed to have returned to normal.

A few days later, Fang Ying had to attend classes on her first Sunday of the new school year, while Fang Lan was out on business. Only Qinghua and Fang Daming remained at home. Fang Daming was rarely home on Sundays, and Qinghua had planned to take the opportunity to sleep with Xia Zhuyi, but unexpectedly, Fang Daming didn't go out that day. Several groups of people came to see Fang Daming early in the morning, suggesting that something important had happened. Qinghua wasn't yet in a position to know about Fang Daming's affairs, so he could only stay upstairs when people came.

In the afternoon, Qinghua went online for a while and then went to the balcony for some fresh air. As he left his room, he heard the sound of running water in the bathroom, knowing that Xia Zhuyi was using it. A thought struck Qinghua: Fang Daming was receiving guests in the study downstairs, and Aunt Liu had already cleaned upstairs; she should be at the market by now, giving him and Xia Zhuyi the perfect opportunity for their tryst. Qinghua had always wanted to rape the women of the Fang family in front of Fang Daming, but the time wasn't right. While this wasn't the case now, at least they were in Fang Daming's villa, and Fang Daming was receiving guests in his study downstairs.

In the bathroom, Xia Zhuyi, dressed in a black lace blouse and a purple-black floral straight skirt, was putting on her hair in front of the mirror. Everyone has a fixed social circle, and Xia Zhuyi's acquaintances were all wealthy women of status in the provincial capital. These women naturally paid great attention to their appearance. Xia Zhuyi was preparing to go out, so she wanted to dress up carefully. After looking herself over and finding herself satisfied, Xia Zhuyi opened the bathroom door. Suddenly seeing Qinghua standing outside, Xia Zhuyi was startled. Before she could react, Qinghua pushed her into the bathroom. Xia Zhuyi immediately understood what Qinghua wanted to do, and, terrified, stammered, "Xiaolong, you…he's downstairs."

Xia Zhuyi was already beautiful, and this careful dressing made her even more charming and alluring. Qinghua stared at Xia Zhuyi's alluring red lips and said, "He's downstairs entertaining guests, he doesn't have time to come up. I've been so pent up these past few days, don't you want to, Grandma Xia?" As she spoke, Qinghua grabbed Xia Zhuyi's breast. The silk shirt didn't conceal the softness of Xia Zhuyi's large breasts; instead, it made them feel even smoother to Qinghua's touch. Qinghua immediately began to fondle those full breasts.

Having lived in the Lakeside Villa for over a month, Xia Zhuyi had long been addicted to the pleasure brought by Qinghua's strong body. With Qinghua squeezing her breasts, Xia Zhuyi felt her whole body go limp, as if certain parts of her body were ready, waiting for the strong man's penetration. However, this wasn't the Lakeside Villa, but the Provincial Party Committee compound, and Fang Daming was downstairs; Xia Zhuyi still retained some rationality. "Xiaolong, I already have plans with someone. Let's play again when we get back to your mom's."

Qinghua wasn't about to give up so easily. Fang Daming was still home, and Xia Zhuyi's outfit meant she must have made plans with some lady. Maybe it was just a bored official's wife like her at home; what important appointment could she possibly have? "Who did you make plans with? You can just call and cancel. Xiaoying and my mom aren't home today, and Aunt Liu went grocery shopping. No one will bother us. Are you really going to give up this opportunity, Grandma Xia?" As Qinghua spoke, one hand had already slipped inside Xia Zhuyi's shirt.

Xia Zhuyi knew the silly boy wouldn't let her leave easily. Besides, he was right; Fang Daming was downstairs entertaining guests, and no one else was home. No one would know what happened between her and the silly boy. The thought of the silly boy's hard penis inside her made Xia Zhuyi waver. Anyway, her date wasn't important; she'd just arranged to go to a spa, and could easily make up an excuse to cancel. The person

Xia Zhuyi was talking to was a young woman, calling her Sister Xia, and judging from her voice, she was in her early thirties. Qinghua guessed it was someone trying to curry favor with Xia Zhuyi by taking her as a wife. Hearing Xia Zhuyi mention guests, the woman understood and smiled, inviting Xia Zhuyi to go out together again sometime.

While Xia Zhuyi was on the phone, Qinghua didn't say anything, but his hands were busy. Xia Zhuyi hung up the phone in less than a minute. By then, Qinghua had unbuttoned all the buttons on her shirt and even flipped up her skirt, pulling her black and purple underwear down to her knees. Xia Zhuyi was wearing a knee-length skirt, which, although slightly elastic, was still a straight skirt and wasn't very comfortable around her waist.

"Xiaolong, how about we go to the room?" Xia Zhuyi felt safer in the room; the soundproofing was much better than in the bathroom once the door was closed, and even if she made a sound, the downstairs neighbors wouldn't hear.

"No, I think it's more fun here. I can even look in the mirror."

"Then let's close the door." When Qinghua went in, he only pulled the sliding door slightly, leaving a small crack in the carved glass door.

"It's the same whether it's closed or not. I can't wait any longer." Qinghua said, pressing Xia Zhuyi against the sink and pulling down his own pants. Qinghua was wearing elasticated casual pants, which he pulled down along with his underwear, causing his already erect penis to spring up and press against the beautiful woman's plump buttocks without Qinghua's help.

*Smack!* Qinghua gently slapped Xia Zhuyi's buttocks, making a crisp sound! "Don't slap!" Xia Zhuyi cried out in surprise, afraid that the silly boy had hurt her and that the sound would carry downstairs. Qinghua knew he couldn't make a loud noise at this moment; he was just used to slapping the beautiful woman's plump buttocks at times like this, just a light slap to satisfy his urge.

"Grandma Xia, your buttocks are so soft, I can't help myself." Qinghua said, spreading Xia Zhuyi's buttocks apart and accurately inserting his index finger into the beautiful woman's vagina. After only a few thrusts, Qinghua felt that Xia Zhuyi's vagina was ready to receive his penis.

"Grandma Xia, you're so horny. You said no just now, but you're already wet." Qinghua brought his index finger, dripping with her juices, to Xia Zhuyi's red lips, letting her taste her own fluids. Xia Zhuyi didn't complain and obediently licked Qinghua's finger. Qinghua was satisfied with Xia Zhuyi's performance and finally guided his penis into the beautiful woman's vagina. Suddenly filled with a man's penis, Xia Zhuyi was so excited she wanted to scream, but she didn't dare. She bit her red lips and only let out a muffled groan.

Because Fang Daming was still entertaining guests in the study downstairs, Qinghua and Xia Zhuyi were very careful, trying not to make any noise during their thrusting. Even so, there were still gurgling sounds of water and the slapping sounds of flesh hitting flesh in the bathroom. Qinghua grabbed Xia Zhuyi's large breasts with one hand and lifted her chin with the other so he could see her face in the mirror. Whether from excitement or shame, Xia Zhuyi kept her eyes closed, unable to look at herself in the mirror.

In the mirror, a black shirt covered most of the beautiful woman's body, her slightly plump figure barely concealed. A patch of snow-white skin was visible through the open fabric, and her drooping bra seemed to hide her full breasts, but under the man's large hands' manipulation and squeezing, the white flesh and purplish-red nipples occasionally peeked out from between the bra.

Qinghua, aroused, pulled Xia Zhuyi back slightly. This way, he could see through the mirror where their genitals met. Without the sink for support, Xia Zhuyi had to brace herself on her toes, her tense body increasing the pressure on her already tight vagina. Qinghua felt this, letting out a low breath, then thrust forward forcefully, his glans pressing against the woman's cervix, as if trying to lift her up.

"Oh my god, I can't hold back anymore, I'm going to be pounded to death!" The tingling, numbing sensation deep inside her vagina made Xia Zhuyi clench her teeth, afraid she would cry out. Her snow-white legs trembled uncontrollably, and her hands gripped Qinghua's clothes tightly behind her, as if she would fall to the ground if Qinghua let go. Qinghua felt the tight, hot, wet, and slippery flesh covering his penis, like a clenched fist gripping his shaft.

"Grandma Xia, why has your vagina become so tight? I can't move at all." As soon as Qinghua finished speaking, a warm flow gushed from her vagina, and the beautiful woman let out a few soft moans before going limp in Qinghua's arms. Through the mirror, Qinghua saw a glistening substance trickling down from the base of the beautiful woman's thigh. After a while, Xia Zhuyi, having recovered, said to Qinghua, "Xiaolong, stop, I can't take it anymore. Let me lean against the sink." Xia Zhuyi couldn't stand up, and Qinghua, holding her, couldn't thrust his penis in and out, so he had to press the beautiful woman against the sink again. In just that short time, Xia Zhuyi's forehead was covered in sweat, and even her buttocks were wet, it was hard to tell if it was from sweat or from the vaginal fluid from Qinghua's penis.

The Xia Zhuyi in the mirror was no longer the elegant lady she had been before. Her once neatly styled hair was now disheveled, some strands damp with sweat and clinging to her face. "Xiaolong, like this, um... like this, Grandma feels so good." If Xia Zhuyi had felt any shame at first, she was now completely overwhelmed by lust. The only thing she remembered was that she couldn't scream like she did at the lakeside villa. Qinghua's glans kept bumping and rubbing against her cervix, sending waves of pleasure through her, and another gush of vaginal fluid flowed out.

Qinghua sensed the change in the beautiful woman's body. He suddenly pulled out his penis and inserted two fingers into her vagina, as if inserting them into a waterfall. "Xiaolong, what are you doing?" The penis suddenly turned into fingers, and Xia Zhuyi's pleasure immediately subsided. Before she could understand what was happening, Qinghua had already started pulling his fingers out violently. The squelching sounds of water and the sound of his knuckles hitting her labia intertwined. The water in the beautiful woman's vagina increased. Qinghua squeezed a few times forcefully, then suddenly covered the beautiful woman's labia with his palm and pressed his palm against her lips.

"Grandma Xia, taste your juices. Is it the same as my semen?" As Qinghua spoke, he pushed open her thick, red labia again with his erect penis and then thrust it all the way in. Xia Zhuyi involuntarily opened her mouth slightly, but before the joyful moan could escape her throat, Qinghua's palm covered it.

"Grandma Xia, what does it taste like?"

"I don't know, a little astringent... a little cool..."

Just as the two were getting into it, Qinghua felt a darkness at the doorway, as if a figure had flashed by and then hidden away. Qinghua was startled and stopped, but then became calm again and thrust into Xia Zhuyi's vagina even harder. Downstairs, only Fang Daming was entertaining guests, so it must have been Fang Daming who came upstairs. Qinghua was planning to rape a woman from the Fang family in front of Fang Daming, but unexpectedly, Fang Daming came up to him while he was raping Xia Zhuyi. Seeing that Fang Daming had hidden away, Qinghua was even more certain that Fang Daming and Fang Lan had reached some kind of tacit understanding. Fang Daming knew perfectly well that Qinghua was raping a woman from the Fang family, and the only ones who didn't know were Xia Zhuyi and her daughter Fang Ying.

Xia Zhuyi immediately noticed Qinghua's pause and asked him what was wrong. "I was wondering, with Grandma Xia being so horny, can Grandpa satisfy you?"

Xia Zhuyi, completely unaware that Fang Daming was eavesdropping outside, panted as she heard Qinghua's words, "If he can't, then there's you, isn't there?"

"Grandma Xia, Mom said you're the horniest, and she was right. Your pussy bites even harder than Aunt Xiaoying's. Oh, your pussy is biting my cock again, Grandma Xia, can you feel it?" "

Mmm, Xiaolong, thrust harder, fuck me harder. Thrust harder into your Grandma Xia, and Grandma Xia is about to cum."

"Grandma Xia, is Xiaolong's cock bigger or Grandpa's cock bigger?"

"Your big... Little Dragon, stop talking, fuck Grandma hard, Grandma likes you."

Fang Daming, hiding by the wall, heard the two talking and sighed. Although he knew about these things before, seeing and hearing them with his own eyes and ears was a different story. At this moment, some strange noises came from the bathroom, followed by the sound of the two kissing. Fang Daming knew that the two had changed positions. When he came up earlier, he saw through the crack in the door that his wife was facing the mirror, being pressed down on the sink by his silly grandson. Obviously, his silly grandson was fucking his grandmother from behind. Now the two were kissing while fucking, and obviously his wife, Xia Zhuyi, was facing his silly grandson. Fang Daming couldn't help but peek out and saw Xia Zhuyi's back in the small mirror that was visible through the crack in the door. His wife, Xia Zhuyi, was sitting on the sink, her black shirt still on, covered by her skirt that had been pulled up. Her bare buttocks looked even whiter against the black shirt, looking incredibly lewd. After so many years of marriage, this was the first time Fang Daming felt that his wife was very sexy, really sexy!

The movements in the bathroom grew louder. Although the sounds weren't very loud, Fang Daming knew his silly grandson was "showing his power." Xia Zhuyi made whimpering sounds, as if she was biting something.

"Grandma Xia, if you bite any harder, you'll bite the leather strap off this bag. But your lips are so soft, why don't you lick my cock again, just like in that big house over there?"

"Ugh..."

What a mess! Fang Daming sighed inwardly and slowly left the bathroom. Xia Zhuyi bit the leather strap of the handbag, hugging Qinghua tightly, urging Qinghua to squeeze harder. Qinghua didn't know if Fang Daming had left or not, and deliberately said some lewd things to Xia Zhuyi, naturally about his affairs with the three women of the Fang family.

After another seven or eight minutes, Qinghua finally ejaculated his accumulated essence into Xia Zhuyi's vagina. Xia Zhuyi spat out the leather strap, panting heavily. For her, it was a feeling of relief and liberation. After a passionate sexual encounter, her makeup was ruined, and Xia Zhuyi had to redo it. Not for the appointment, but just to impress Fang Daming. She was unaware that Fang Daming already knew about her affair with Qinghua, and she was trying to figure out how to avoid arousing his suspicion.

After cleaning up, Qinghua returned to his room. Not long after, he heard noises downstairs; the people who had come to visit Fang Daming had left. A while later, Qinghua went downstairs to see Fang Daming's reaction. The living room was empty, the study door was closed, and Fang Daming was talking inside. Qinghua was stunned. Had the people who came to visit Fang Daming not left yet? Qinghua went to the study door and listened for a while before realizing Fang Daming was on the phone.

Fang Daming was discussing resolving the issue of a provincial-level official. Fang Daming's suggestion was to transfer the person to the provincial level, where the provincial-level official issue would be easier to resolve. The other party seemed dissatisfied, feeling that a provincial-level official wasn't a very high-ranking position in the province. Fang Daming said the other party was still young, hadn't been a deputy mayor for long, and wasn't very experienced, so becoming mayor was unlikely. He suggested transferring him back to the provincial level to become a full-fledged provincial official, and then, in a year or two, demoting him to a prefecture-level city, where he would be a legitimate mayor.

Although Qinghua couldn't hear the person on the other end of the phone, he immediately thought of the female deputy mayor at the Maple Leaf Hotel; that woman had a deep relationship with Jiang Xueqing. Qinghua had been staying with Fang Daming for several days and hadn't discovered any conspiracies Fang Daming was plotting. As for any shady dealings Fang Daming might have in his official position, apart from the female deputy mayor who called today, Qinghua hadn't found anything else.

In the study, Fang Daming told the female deputy mayor to come to the provincial capital in a few days for an investment promotion conference so they could discuss things in detail. Qinghua suddenly had a flash of inspiration; perhaps he could get some secrets about Fang Daming from that female deputy mayor. Just then, there was a sound outside. Qinghua immediately went to the living room, sat down on the sofa, and picked up a newspaper to read. Aunt Liu, seeing Qinghua reading the newspaper, didn't disturb him and took the groceries into the kitchen. Unexpectedly, Fang Lan followed Aunt Liu into the house and saw Qinghua reading the newspaper. She was surprised and asked what he was looking at.

Qinghua pointed to the supplement of the newspaper, which listed movies currently showing in theaters. "Xiaolong, are you going to see a movie?" Qinghua had been pretending to read the newspaper, but when Fang Lan asked him this, he nodded. Perhaps he could start his independent activities by going to the movies.

"Xiaolong, Mom has been very busy these past few days. How about next Sunday, Xiaoying goes with you to the movies?"

"No need, Mom, I can go by myself. I've been feeling bored at home these past few days."

Fang Daming heard Fang Lan and Qinghua talking in the living room and came out of the study, just in time to hear Qinghua's words. He felt a little annoyed and helpless. The little brat, bored at home, he fucks his grandma! But he could only think this to himself. Even if Xia Zhuyi wasn't Qinghua's biological grandmother, Fang Daming wouldn't dare complain to Fang Lan if Qinghua had slept with her. Seeing his simple-minded grandson speak so logically, Fang Daming's anger subsided somewhat. But hearing Qinghua say he wanted to go out alone, Fang Daming became a little worried.

"Xiaolong, the city is so big, do you know the way?"

"Yes, when Xiaoying was on summer vacation, Xiaoying and I wandered around the city every day."

"Well, Xiaolong, then you can go out and play by yourself tomorrow. If anything happens, call me." Fang Lan agreed to Qinghua's request, and Fang Daming became a little anxious. Fang Lan gave him a wink, and Qinghua saw all of this, knowing that Fang Lan would definitely send someone to follow him secretly. However, Qinghua wasn't worried about being followed. As long as he behaved normally for two or three days, Fang Lan wouldn't send anyone to follow him anymore. Fang Lan then

asked Qinghua what he had done at home that day. Qinghua said he played some games online, and then took a nap in the afternoon because he was tired. He had only just woken up. Fang Daming, listening from the side, didn't know what to say to Qinghua, and asked Fang Lan to come into his study with him. "Mom, what are you two talking about?" Because Fang Lan was there, Qinghua boldly asked, expressing his curiosity. Knowing Qinghua's curiosity, Fang Lan let him follow her to the study.

After listening to Fang Daming and Fang Lan's conversation, Qinghua learned that the person who came to see Fang Daming this afternoon was the executive vice mayor of the provincial capital, someone Fang Daming had personally promoted and considered one of Fang Daming's close associates. He was there to report on the provincial capital's urban construction plans for next year, so Fang Lan could prepare in advance. One of the draft plans involved a major project: the expansion of Dongshan Airport. Fang Daming had already obtained it and made some comments; he had gone upstairs to retrieve that draft.

"Xiaolong, you can't tell anyone what Grandpa told us today," Fang Lan instructed Qinghua as they were leaving the study.

"Okay, I know, it's our family secret," Qinghua chuckled. Fang Daming looked at Qinghua, wondering if Qinghua was even smarter than he had imagined. He felt there was something hidden in Qinghua's words. However, Fang Daming didn't pursue the matter. As long as outsiders didn't know the Fang family's secret, the smarter his grandson was, the better. Even if he knew many secrets, it didn't matter.

That evening, Fang Daming went to bed as usual, while Xia Zhuyi was still in the Fang sisters' room talking to Fang Lan. Xia Zhuyi and Fang Lan's relationship seemed to have improved considerably. In the few days since Fang Lan stayed, the two had been chatting and laughing together from time to time. Fang Daming knew this was all because of his grandson. Thinking about his wife and grandson's tryst in the bathroom that afternoon, Fang Daming felt a surge of impulsiveness. Although Xia Zhuyi was a few years older than Han Shuhua, in terms of beauty, charm, and allure, Han Shuhua couldn't compare to Xia Zhuyi. Fang Daming had married Xia Zhuyi to cover up his affair with Fang Lan, so he had never had much desire for her. Since the birth of Fang Ying, their sex life had become even less frequent. But tonight, however, Fang Daming was particularly eager to have sex with his wife.

Xia Zhuyi returned to her room and had barely settled into bed when Fang Daming pinned her down. Wearing a nightgown, it was easy for Fang Daming to have sex with her; he only needed to pull down her panties. Xia Zhuyi was confused. In the past, she would have been overjoyed if Fang Daming had done this to her. But having just been with Qinghua during the day and tasted his large penis, she naturally had no interest in Fang Daming. Yet, Xia Zhuyi acted very enthusiastically in front of Fang Daming, hooking her legs around his buttocks.

Fang Daming was getting on in years, and no matter how well he took care of himself, he still looked inferior compared to a young man like Qinghua. After a few minutes of fussing over Xia Zhuyi, Fang Daming rolled over and lay down on his side. Xia Zhuyi lay on the bed speechlessly, though she was quite annoyed, she didn't say anything.

"We were too conservative when we were young. Now that we're older, we can't play around anymore," Fang Daming said out of the blue. Xia Zhuyi asked, "Daming, what's wrong with you today?"

"Nothing, go to sleep," Fang Daming turned over.

"I'll go get some hot water to help you clean up," Xia Zhuyi said, getting up and leaving. For Fang Daming, Xia Zhuyi was sometimes more like a nanny taking care of his daily needs and hygiene.

Early the next morning, Qinghua went out in Fang Lan's car. Qinghua got out in the city center and soon felt someone following him. Qinghua deliberately walked towards a shopping mall. In front of a mirror inside the mall, Qinghua saw the person following him, someone he didn't recognize. Qinghua pretended to know nothing, strolled around the mall, and then went to the cinema. That day, Qinghua deliberately visited many places, seemingly interested in everything. He believed that once Fang Lan knew about his outings over the past two days, she wouldn't send anyone to follow him anymore.

Sure enough, on Thursday, after Qinghua got off the bus in the city center, no one was following him. Suddenly, no one was following him, and Qinghua didn't know what to do, wandering aimlessly around the city. Unconsciously, he ended up in front of the grand hotel where his sister's accident had occurred. As a long-established five-star hotel in the provincial capital, the Oriental Galaxy Hotel had always been a city landmark. The hotel had two buildings; the old building was the tallest building in the provincial capital before 1995, while the new building was constructed after 2000. Since the reform and opening up, the Oriental Galaxy Hotel had been the designated hotel for the provincial government to receive VIPs, and many official events were also held here.

Qinghua stood on the sidewalk opposite the hotel, looking at it. A prominent banner hung outside the hotel, reading, "Warmly celebrate the H City 20xx Autumn Investment Promotion Conference..." H City Investment Promotion Conference? Qinghua remembered the female vice mayor; it turned out the investment promotion conference was being held here. Qinghua returned to Fang Daming's villa, where only Aunt Liu was present. Back in his room, Qinghua went online to research the H City investment promotion conference. H City was a relatively underdeveloped city in the province. This time, H City had organized several projects to attract investment from the provincial capital and other southern cities. Of course, H City had also invited representatives from multinational corporations with investments in the eastern region to attend the conference. If they could attract large foreign investment projects, the conference would have exceeded its target. Qinghua

pondered how to establish a relationship with the female vice mayor. Now that he was at Fang's house, revenge could be pursued slowly. Only by ruining Fang Daming's reputation and leaving him penniless could he vent his hatred. Perhaps he could secretly approach the female vice mayor, seduce her, and get her to reveal her sordid affair with Fang Daming. Qinghua thought this wasn't impossible; after all, the female vice mayor was just one of Fang Daming's mistresses, completely different from Fang Lan and Xia Zhuyi. If it were Xia Zhuyi, she would never betray Fang Daming's interests unless her life was in danger; Fang Lan was even less likely to do so. Although Fang Lan and Fang Daming hadn't had any further affairs after Qinghua hooked up with Fang Lan, Qinghua knew that Fang Daming was still very important to Fang Lan, just like him, or rather, Fang Yulong, was important to her. (
Chapter 9, April 18th

) Qinghua left the room and passed the small study, noticing a laptop on the desk. A surge of joy filled Qinghua; Fang Daming had actually left his personal computer at home. Qinghua knew Fang Daming might not have put anything confidential on it, but monitoring it was still good; perhaps she could uncover some of Fang Daming's shady dealings. She had assumed Fang Daming's computer was just for show, containing very little. However, after opening the computer, Qinghua discovered that it still contained a considerable amount of data.

"Xiaolong, what are you doing?" Qinghua was installing a backdoor program on Fang Daming's computer when he suddenly heard someone call him. Startled, he looked up and saw Xia Zhuyi standing in the doorway. Qinghua immediately closed the window. Xia Zhuyi walked to the desk and said to Qinghua, "Xiaolong, this is your grandfather's computer. You can't touch it. Your grandfather will scold you if he finds out." "

I just wanted to see if there was anything fun on Grandpa's computer like Mom's. I asked Mom, but she wouldn't tell me where she downloaded it."

Xia Zhuyi didn't know that Qinghua had tampered with Fang Daming's computer and thought Qinghua was really looking for porn. "You little rascal, you don't need to look at those things. You have more tricks up your sleeve than those people. Turn off the computer. Grandpa doesn't like people touching his computer. Xiaolong, I'm telling you, he went to Beijing today and won't be back for at least two days. Come to my room tonight." You

slut! Qinghua cursed inwardly, but inwardly he was overjoyed. With Fang Daming gone, he could drag Fang Ying to Fang Daming's bed. The thought of having lewd acts with Xia Zhuyi and her daughter in Fang Daming's bed made Qinghua wish it would get dark sooner. Fang Daming's computer and the female deputy mayor were completely forgotten.

Fang Lan didn't like having lewd acts with the three of them, not because she disliked sleeping with Qinghua. In her eyes, Xia Zhuyi and Fang Ying were merely her son's playthings, and she disdained lowering herself to mingle with them. When she wanted to sleep with Qinghua, she could have him all to herself.

Qinghua lay on the bed, Xia Zhuyi half-pressed against his chest, massaging him with her ample breasts. "Why is it me again?" Fang Ying's soft hands lightly stroked Qinghua's penis, looking unwilling. Qinghua chuckled, touching Xia Zhuyi's ample breasts. "Xiaoying, when your breasts are as big as your mother's, you can replace her." As she spoke, Qinghua hooked Fang Ying's genitals with the back of her foot, urging her to hurry. Fang Ying lowered her head and took Qinghua's large glans into her mouth. Ever since Xia Zhuyi lost her virginity to Qinghua, Qinghua had taken to this threesome. At first, Xia Zhuyi didn't want to play this shameful game with Qinghua in front of her daughter, but under Qinghua's spanking punishment, she gradually got used to it. Because Qinghua's spanking wasn't a sexual game between a man and a woman; it was real spanking, so painful that she could even sit on the sofa. Luckily, he didn't hit her anywhere else; if it had hit her face, she wouldn't have been able to show her face.

Gradually, Xia Zhuyi gave way to Fang Ying. To please the future head of the Fang family, she had long planned to sacrifice her daughter's youth. For example, now, Xia Zhuyi could see that Qinghua preferred Fang Ying, so she intentionally let Fang Ying take the lead in the threesome. Fang Ying bent over, her round little bottom sticking out as she lay on Qinghua, completely exposing her genitals to his gaze. Of all the parts of a woman's body, Qinghua's two favorites to touch were the breasts and the buttocks. Fang Ying's breasts couldn't compare to those of a mature woman like Xia Zhuyi, but her round buttocks were no less impressive. Although not as full as her mother's, the feel of her flesh was quite similar.

Aunt Liu was still sleeping downstairs at the villa, so the three of them dared not make much noise. Qinghua felt his penis throbbing painfully in Fang Ying's mouth, so he had Xia Zhuyi sit on top of her, while he continued to play with Fang Ying's buttocks. Once a woman is determined to achieve a certain goal, anything becomes justifiable. Xia Zhuyi, who had initially felt ashamed and repulsed by her daughter's illicit affair with her foolish grandson, now became very proactive. Hearing Qinghua's command, Xia Zhuyi unhesitatingly stepped over Qinghua's body, like a soldier leaping over a mountain, and steadily half-squatted on top of him.

Xia Zhuyi lowered her head slightly, one hand caressing her breast, the other guiding the man's penis against her vulva. Xia Zhuyi slowly lowered her hips, her slippery labia gradually engulfing the man's large glans. Xia Zhuyi's movements were slow; she enjoyed the process. The man's large glans, like a piston, pushed into her vagina, forcing air into her uterus, the swelling sensation making her feel like she was floating.

Qinghua's glans, already extremely sensitive from Fang Ying's teasing, was now being slowly swallowed by Xia Zhuyi's vulva. Qinghua could clearly feel his penis slowly entering a warm, fleshy hole. Qinghua even had a strange feeling; he could almost see his glans pushing open the beautiful woman's vaginal walls, seeing the edge of his glans scraping against the layers of flesh inside, seeing his glans slowly bumping against the beautiful woman's cervix.

A man's penis is a magical thing; something that's soft can become as hard as bone, and when it swells, it's like an inflated balloon. Every time Fang Ying saw her mother's vagina completely engulf a man's penis, she felt a sense of shock. Although the same thing had happened to her many times before, she still couldn't believe that her narrow vagina could accommodate such a huge thing. Sometimes, when Qinghua wasn't around, Fang Ying would touch her own vagina, even inserting her fingers. She felt that even one finger was a bit tight, so how could her nephew's enormous member fit? Fang Ying felt that a woman's vagina, like a man's penis, was a magical thing.

Xia Zhuyi was already kneeling on the bed, her entire buttocks pressed against Qinghua's hips, twisting her hips back and forth and side to side. Although this stimulation was far less intense than squatting and moving her hips up and down on the penis, it saved energy. Xia Zhuyi knew that if she squatted on top of the man, she would be too tired to move before he even climaxed. Besides, this had other advantages, such as less noise and a more graceful posture. Xia Zhuyi's waist, though not as slender as Fang Ying's, wasn't thick either. A few extra pounds on her lower abdomen tauted as she leaned back, her large breasts swaying in front of her, making Qinghua's heart itch.

If Xia Zhuyi were alone, Qinghua would definitely sit up and fondle those breasts. But with Fang Ying beside him, Qinghua had a different choice. Qinghua told Fang Ying to sit on him, her round little bottom facing him. Compared to her mother's breasts, Fang Ying's bottom, though not as soft, felt smoother, more tender, and more elastic.

"Little Ying, let's compare, is your juices more abundant, or your mother's?" Qinghua's fingers stirred inside Fang Ying's little honey pot. On Qinghua's body, mother and daughter were already tightly embracing, rubbing their chests together.

"This isn't fair! Your fingers are thinner than your penis, I'm at a huge disadvantage."

"That's easy, you and your mother can switch places later."

"What's the reward if I win?" Xia Zhuyi hugged Fang Ying, resting her chin on her daughter's shoulder, looking at Qinghua with seductive eyes.

"No reward, the loser gets a spanking." Qinghua said, wrapping her hands around Xia Zhuyi's buttocks and pinching them hard. Xia Zhuyi knew she couldn't escape this spanking. After all, her buttocks were big and round, much more alluring than her daughter's.

Soon, Xia Zhuyi gave up her place, and Fang Ying turned around, imitating her mother, and inserted Qinghua's penis into her vagina. Qinghua's penis was wet, and Fang Ying's hands were slippery when she held it, it seemed that her mother's vagina was very wet. Qinghua sat up, holding Fang Ying's buttocks with one hand and stroking Xia Zhuyi's buttocks with the other. Xia Zhuyi lay face down on the bed, legs spread apart, revealing a bright red slit in her full, fleshy mound, which was wet. When it came to understanding men, Xia Zhuyi was far more astute than her daughter, Fang Ying. She knew what parts of a woman's body Qinghua liked, and what kind of woman he preferred. For example, right now, she was in an extremely lewd position, allowing Qinghua to caress her buttocks and genitals. Although she knew that Qinghua would make her lose to her daughter no matter what.

"Xiao Ying, you're amazing, even wetter than your slutty mother," Qinghua said, slapping Xia Zhuyi's fleshy buttocks.

"You little rascal!" Xia Zhuyi cursed inwardly, but said aloud, "Xiao Long, hit me gently, don't let Aunt Liu hear."

Qinghua's slapping of Xia Zhuyi's plump buttocks aroused his desire in her again. After Fang Ying had climaxed, Qinghua put Fang Ying down and pressed her onto Xia Zhuyi's large buttocks. "Grandma Xia, your big fleshy cushion is so comfortable, I don't want to get up."

"Then don't get up, just keep pressing down on Grandma, Grandma feels comfortable too."

"No, I'm going to spank your bottom, stick your bottom up." Qinghua knelt between Xia Zhuyi's legs, holding the beautiful woman's waist and making her lie on the bed like a dog. She

still couldn't escape this shameful position. Xia Zhuyi knelt on the bed helplessly, but she also looked forward to this. As long as Qinghua didn't hit her too hard, she still liked this position because she didn't have to exert any effort, and she wasn't pressed down. More importantly, every time she used this position, the man's penis could penetrate very deeply and thrust very forcefully.

"Xiaoying, come and spread your mother's buttocks, and see what your mother's vagina looks like when she gave birth to you."

"Xiaoying, no..." Hearing Qinghua tell her daughter to spread her vulva, Xia Zhuyi blushed with shame and began to struggle, only to be greeted by two slaps from Qinghua. Xia Zhuyi dared not struggle too much, afraid that Qinghua would spank her, and also afraid that the noise would disturb Aunt Liu downstairs. Yet, she was filled with extreme shame and anger, lying motionless on the bed, her mind filled with curses for the little rascal and lecher. Before, when she had illicit relations with her daughter and Qinghua, at least she and her daughter were equals. Now, it seemed she had become her daughter's plaything, all her remaining maternal authority gone.

Fang Ying, however, was excited by Qinghua's words. Previously, only Fang Lan had shown Qinghua her vagina; she had never seen anyone else's. Fang Lan would never allow her to do so, and she wouldn't dare let her mother show her. Now that Qinghua was asking her to, it would satisfy her curiosity, and besides, she wanted to see what her mother's birthplace looked like.

Xia Zhuyi's entire genital area was a mess. Fang Ying parted her mother's thick labia and finally saw her vagina clearly. It looked redder than her own, and the tender flesh inside was bulging, as if waiting for a man's penis to enter.

"Xiaoying, stop looking... Xiaolong, hurry up and insert it into your grandma, grandma wants you to insert it into me." Xia Zhuyi knew that only when Qinghua's penis filled her vagina could her daughter not see her vagina.

"Xiaoying, come and help me insert it." Qinghua thrust his buttocks forward. Fang Ying grabbed Qinghua's penis and brought it to her mother's vaginal opening, then slowly pushed it in. She had done this before, but it wasn't as exciting as this time, as if she were raping her mother.

The beautiful woman's vagina suddenly contracted, like countless whirlpools sucking on Qinghua's penis. Qinghua was overjoyed. Although Xia Zhuyi had lived in the Lakeside Villa for more than a month, and Qinghua had done it to her quite a bit, Xia Zhuyi's vagina had never reacted like this in the Lakeside Villa. But after moving to Fang Daming's place, Qinghua had done it to her twice, and Xia Zhuyi had experienced this situation repeatedly. Obviously, he hadn't explored the beautiful woman's body enough. Qinghua now knew that Xia Zhuyi's situation was largely related to her mindset.

The beautiful woman's vagina suddenly tightened, making it much harder for Qinghua to thrust his penis in and out. It felt like a piston stuck in a highly sealed pipe, with the same resistance no matter how he moved in or out. "It feels so good, Xiaoying, your mother's vagina is so tight, even tighter than yours. I can hardly pull it out. Grandma Xia, are you comfortable?" Qinghua said, gently patting the beautiful woman's buttocks. Unexpectedly, this pat made Xia Zhuyi's body tremble. Ugh... Xia Zhuyi bit the bed sheet, not daring to let go, afraid that she would cry out if she did.

Fang Ying naturally didn't believe Qinghua's words. After being "educated" by Qinghua and Fang Lan, Fang Ying's knowledge of physiology and hygiene had naturally improved. She knew that women start to decline after puberty. Her mother was almost forty years old, how could she compare to her, a girl in her late teens? However, seeing the expression on her mother's face, Fang Ying felt that what Qinghua said was true. She had never seen such expressions on her older sister and mother before. Compared to the actresses in those adult films, her mother's expression now seemed more real, more ecstatic.

Fang Ying stared curiously at the point where their genitals were joined. She was surprised to find that her mother's vagina completely enveloped Qinghua's penis. Every time Qinghua withdrew his penis, the flesh inside her mother's vagina would be pulled out, as if the penis had been inserted into an extremely thick fluid, and when it was pulled out, it would bring up a large patch of fluid. When Qinghua withdrew his penis again, Fang Ying couldn't help but touch the tender flesh of her mother's exposed vagina; it was slippery. "Wow, it's true, Mom, your vagina is so tight, it's been pulled out by Xiaolong's penis."

Xia Zhuyi was in ecstasy, oblivious to her daughter's words. She was only focused on raising her buttocks to meet Qinghua's thrusts; it had become almost an instinctive reaction. Qinghua was experiencing the same pleasure as the beautiful woman. Last time in the bathroom, Xia Zhuyi's reaction had only lasted a short while, but this time it lingered. Qinghua was so aroused that he wanted to merge his body with the beautiful woman's. Qinghua released Xia Zhuyi's buttocks; there was no need for him to hold the beautiful woman's buttocks anymore. Qinghua grabbed Fang Ying, sucking on her sweet tongue and kneading her breasts vigorously, while his penis continued to thrust like a piston inside the beautiful woman's vagina.

Ah! Qinghua let out a low growl, releasing the beautiful girl beside him and pressing his entire body against the beautiful woman. Xia Zhuyi's hands, which had been tightly gripping the sheets, suddenly opened, and she let out moans from her mouth, which, if not for the sheets, might have echoed throughout the entire building. Qinghua thrust violently, feeling his urge to ejaculate about to erupt. He thrust his hips forward, pressing his entire groin firmly against the beautiful woman's large buttocks.

"Mmm..." Xia Zhuyi felt the man's semen spray like a high-pressure water gun hitting her clitoris, her outstretched hands gripping the sheets tightly. "My God, life can be this wonderful!" At this moment, Xia Zhuyi forgot the embarrassment of her daughter playing with her vulva, forgot she was Fang Daming's wife, the dignified wife of the provincial governor, and forgot the man giving her pleasure was her foolish grandson.

Qinghua pressed against Xia Zhuyi for a moment before turning over to lie down. Xia Zhuyi lay motionless beside him, even her spread legs remained the same. Her vulva, stretched into an "O" shape by Qinghua's penis, had now contracted into a finger-width slit, the tender flesh inside still writhing, the flowing fluid carrying the man's white semen.

During Fang Daming's business trip, Qinghua had enjoyed a very comfortable time. Although it wasn't as wild as at the lakeside villa, it still satisfied his desire to rape three women from the Fang family in Fang Daming's small building.

On Sunday afternoon, Qinghua and Fang Ying went to see a movie. Sex is an indispensable element in modern films, and the dimly lit theater inevitably aroused Qinghua. Qinghua couldn't resist reaching under Fang Ying's clothes. Fang Ying was wearing a cloth bra, but she inherited Xia Zhuyi's advantages; her breasts were well-developed. Through the thin bra, Qinghua grasped one of the girl's breasts. Although it was just a gentle caress like a lover's, Qinghua still felt wicked. After all, Fang Ying was only in her third year of junior high school, still a child. But Qinghua couldn't control himself; Fang Ying was like a drug, possessing him. Like now, Qinghua knew his behavior was shameful, yet he still reached under Fang Ying's clothes, caressing her breasts, and even putting his fingers inside the girl's bra. This feeling was strange to Qinghua himself. Why hadn't he felt this way at Fang Daming's villa? Just like the past few nights, he hadn't felt a trace of guilt when he was with Fang Ying. Fang Ying nestled in Qinghua's arms, kissing him occasionally, completely unaware of the inner struggle of the man beside her.

The movie ended, and the audience members got up and left in twos and threes. Most of the couples were in pairs, holding hands or arm in arm. Fang Ying also took Qinghua's arm affectionately, following the flow of people out. The lights in the movie theater were dim, but the light coming through the door was strong. Qinghua suddenly spotted a familiar figure passing through that door.

Life is truly strange. In such a big provincial capital, Qinghua had run into Jiang Xueqing again. Qinghua pulled Fang Ying and quickened his pace. Fang Ying asked him why. Qinghua said he felt stuffy in the movie theater and wanted to get some fresh air. Qinghua only paid attention to Jiang Xueqing, ignoring the man beside her. It wasn't until the man tried to take Jiang Xueqing's hand, but she shook him off, that Qinghua noticed the man. Qinghua was stunned again; the man watching the movie with Jiang Xueqing was Zhao Ting.

How could they be together? Qinghua thought about it and then understood. Jiang Xueqing was her sister's good friend; she and Zhao Ting must know each other. Jiang Xueqing was a very attractive girl, and Zhao Ting was single; it was normal for him to want to pursue her. Qinghua and Fang Ying walked behind Jiang Xueqing and Zhao Ting and overheard Jiang Xueqing say to Zhao Ting, "Zhao Ting, I'm sorry, we shouldn't have done this."

"Xueqing, I know how you feel, and I understand you. Qingling is your best friend; it's hard for you to accept right now, but I'll wait for you." Zhao Ting looked at Jiang Xueqing with gentle eyes, appearing like a charming gentleman. Jiang Xueqing didn't say anything more. If it weren't for Qingling, Zhao Ting might have been someone she could consider.

"Xiaoying, the weather's nice today, shall we go for a walk?" Qinghua noticed that Jiang Xueqing and Zhao Ting weren't driving, but strolling along the road, so she pulled Fang Ying along. "Xiaolong, when did you start liking shopping again?" Fang Ying was puzzled by Qinghua's decision.

"It's not really shopping, just a walk. Didn't you see a lot of people doing this after coming out of the movie theater?" Jiang Xueqing and Zhao Ting separated after walking a short distance. Qinghua hesitated for a moment, but finally followed Jiang Xueqing.

H City attached great importance to this investment promotion conference, sending Mayor Xu Haibo and Standing Committee Vice Mayor Han Shuhua to lead the team. Han Shuhua and the others were busy until 1 p.m. before they ate lunch. After lunch, Xu Haibo called a meeting with the investment promotion team members. Xu Haibo himself also attached great importance to this investment promotion work; if there were outstanding results at this conference, it would affect his future prospects next year. As the deputy team leader, Han Shuhua had no interest in listening to what Xu Haibo was saying. She was preoccupied with her meeting with Fang Daming and how to tell him about her situation.

As a member of the Standing Committee and Vice Mayor, Han Shuhua could advance further and be close to becoming mayor. Generally, someone in her position would hope for the transfer of the Party Secretary and Mayor to make room for someone like her. However, Han Shuhua felt no joy at the prospect of Xu Haibo's possible departure next year. At only thirty-four, she was not only the youngest but also the least experienced among the Standing Committee members. If she had a few more years to accumulate sufficient experience before Xu Haibo's departure, Fang Daming would likely be the Provincial Party Secretary, making her a strong candidate for Mayor, and perhaps even the Party Secretary. Now that Xu Haibo was leaving, the new mayor wouldn't leave so easily.

"That's all for today's meeting. Everyone has come from H City early this morning and must be tired. Get some rest after the meeting. Tomorrow is when the real battle begins, so we all need to be well-rested. Meeting adjourned!"

Han Shuhua checked the time; it was only three in the afternoon. Who would believe she was resting so early? Han Shuhua knew Xu Haibo was in a hurry to meet his backer. Xu Haibo wanted to leave H City before his term was over, most likely because he had his eye on the mayoral position in the provincial capital, which would expire next spring. Han Shuhua sneered inwardly. She knew the executive vice mayor of the provincial capital was Fang Daming's crony; Fang Daming was also eyeing the position, and he would definitely fight for it for Xu Haibo. Of course, if Xu Haibo had connections in the central government, that would be a different story, but Han Shuhua thought that was unlikely. If Xu Haibo truly had a powerful background, he wouldn't have been sent down to H City in the first place.

Back in her room, Han Shuhua felt bored and wanted to talk to someone, so she called her cousin, and they arranged to meet at a coffee shop. Jiang Xueqing had just come out of the cinema and parted ways with Zhao Ting after receiving her cousin's call. The coffee shop was on Huaihai Road, and it took Jiang Xueqing about the same amount of time as Han Shuhua to get there from the hotel. When Qinghua followed Jiang Xueqing to the coffee shop, she happened to see Jiang Xueqing and Han Shuhua entering together. Qinghua, who had initially only intended to glance at Jiang Xueqing a few more times, immediately changed her mind upon seeing Han Shuhua and pulled Fang Ying into the coffee shop.

Qinghua was certain Han Shuhua didn't recognize him, or even know him personally, but she definitely knew Fang Ying; whether she recognized her personally was another matter. Qinghua watched Jiang Xueqing and Han Shuhua take their seats at the door before sitting down behind them from the opposite direction. Qinghua ordered two coffees and some pastries for Fang Ying. While discussing the movie with Fang Ying, Qinghua carefully listened to the conversation between the two women behind her. The coffee shop was quiet, and people spoke softly. Even with a chair back separating them, Qinghua and Han Shuhua could barely hear the two women talking.

Han Shuhua asked Jiang Xueqing who she had gone to the movies with, and whether she had a new boyfriend.

"No, it was Qingling's husband."

"Qingling? Is that the good friend you mentioned who committed suicide? Is it because of her that you feel awkward being with her husband?"

"Cousin, what are you thinking? I approached him to find out the cause of Qingling's death. I feel Zhao Ting is hiding something about Qingling's death."

"Didn't your friend commit suicide?"

"I've looked at the case file; there are many suspicious points in the investigation. Besides, I've been friends with Qingling for so many years; I know what kind of person she is. Although her family isn't well-off, she would never do something like that."

When Qinghua heard the last sentence, she suddenly felt nervous. Could it be that Jiang Xueqing had also investigated Fang Daming? If so, that would be a huge misunderstanding; Han Shuhua was Fang Daming's mistress.

"What did your friend do to try to commit suicide?" Han Shuhua was also puzzled.

"Zhao Ting said Qingling hooked up with their branch manager to get a promotion. That day, Zhao Ting got drunk and argued with Qingling, revealing the affair. Qingling, ashamed, jumped off a building."

"Your friend would do something like that? Who was that branch manager?"

"The manager's name was Deng Feng. He's the one who absconded with the money."

"So your friend is the woman who jumped off the Oriental Galaxy building on December 27th last year?"

"Cousin, how do you remember so clearly?"

Han Shuhua paused for a moment before saying, "That was Xiaonan's birthday."

"Xiaonan's birthday…you went on a date with him that day?" Jiang Xueqing quickly understood the situation. Her cousin, living in H City, couldn't possibly know so much about what happened in the provincial capital. It could only mean that her cousin was in the provincial capital that day and was directly involved in the matter. Xiaonan didn't go home for her birthday; she must have met with an important figure behind her.

After another silence, Han Shuhua recounted what happened that night: "I was with him that day. Deng Feng was already under investigation. He left halfway through the banquet at Oriental Galaxy that day, probably because someone tipped him off, allowing him to escape first."

It had been over half a year since her sister's death, and hearing about her again didn't sadden Qinghua as much. However, hearing Jiang Xueqing and Han Shuhua discuss her sister's cause of death and that night's events shocked her deeply. The story Zhao Ting told her was completely different from what he told Jiang Xueqing. Why would Zhao Ting say that? And Fang Daming? Zhao Ting said he also attended the banquet that night, but Han Shuhua said Fang Daming had a date with her. What was going on? Did Fang Daming go on a date with Han Shuhua after leaving the banquet?

Qinghua naturally didn't believe her sister would seduce that bank manager for a promotion. Why would Zhao Ting tell Jiang Xueqing this? Was it to ruin her sister's image in Jiang Xueqing's eyes, to bridge the gap between them caused by her sister's death? Or was it a lie fabricated by Zhao Ting to stop Jiang Xueqing from investigating her sister's death? But why would Zhao Ting want to stop Jiang Xueqing from investigating her sister's death? Was it because he was afraid Jiang Xueqing would get into trouble for investigating this matter?

Qinghua recalled what Zhao Ting had told him before the New Year. What if Zhao Ting had also lied to him? He couldn't go to Zhao Ting now. To find out whether Zhao Ting was telling the truth or not, he only needed to know Fang Daming's activity arrangements that night. He could start this matter with Han Shuhua.

Fang Ying saw that Qinghua wasn't speaking, so she asked him what he was thinking about. She asked him twice before Qinghua came back to his senses. "Nothing, Xiaoying. Should we go home for dinner tonight, or eat out?" Qinghua was too engrossed in his thoughts and didn't hear what the two women behind him were saying. At this moment, he heard Jiang Xueqing ask Han Shuhua, "Sister Shuhua, do you have time to go back to Dongshan this time?" Jiang Xueqing's question sounded somewhat expectant. Han Shuhua gently hummed in agreement and said that she would go home once after the investment promotion conference. Later, Han Shuhua asked Jiang Xueqing about her boyfriend. "Mao Mao, if there's someone suitable, you can talk to them. As long as their conditions are acceptable, don't be too picky. Your mother was thinking of you about what happened before the New Year. I've been through this before, so I have some experience in this area. As long as the other person isn't too unpleasant for you, you can try to get to know them. I heard from my aunt that the guy doesn't seem to have a girlfriend yet."

"Shuhua, my mother specifically told you this, right? She asked you to be the matchmaker." Han Shuhua smiled. She knew her cousin's personality; sometimes she could be quite stubborn. Qinghua got the gist of it and knew that Jiang Xueqing's mother had arranged blind dates for her, and Jiang Xueqing was somewhat resistant. Mao Mao? So Jiang Xueqing had a nickname, Mao Mao.

Fang Ying wanted to eat dinner out, and since it was still early, she asked Qinghua to accompany her shopping. As Qinghua walked, he thought about how to approach Han Shuhua. Remembering the phone call between Fang Daming and Han Shuhua, Qinghua knew that Han Shuhua would meet Fang Daming in the provincial capital, and his eyes suddenly lit up. He remembered that Fang Lan had received an invitation to the investment promotion conference; he wondered if Fang Lan would attend. Qinghua took Fang Ying to the largest computer mall on Huaihai Road. Having previously bought many things there while tracking Fang Daming, Qinghua knew where to find what he needed.

Fang Ying asked Qinghua what they were going to the computer mall for, and Qinghua said that a new computer she liked had been released, and they were going to see if it looked good. Although Fang Ying was Fang Daming's daughter, she couldn't just buy whatever she wanted; in that respect, she was far less privileged than Qinghua. Fang Ying was naturally overjoyed to hear that Qinghua was taking her to see the new computer. Upon arriving at the computer mall, Qinghua excused herself to use the restroom, leaving Fang Ying to look at the new computers alone. She could buy whichever one she liked next time.

That evening, back at Fang Daming's small building, Qinghua asked about the invitation. Fang Lan was a little surprised and asked Qinghua why she had thought to ask her that. "Xiaoying and I passed by the Oriental Galaxy Hotel today and saw a banner hanging at the entrance, just like the one in the post you received. Is that the place?"

"Yes, many events have been held there, and Grandpa has met many foreign guests there."

"Really? Then I'll go check it out tomorrow." Fang Lan readily agreed when Qinghua mentioned going to the investment promotion event. Fang Daming

didn't get home until nine o'clock in the evening, looking somewhat tired. Qinghua was reading in her room when she heard Fang Daming return and came out to talk to him. Fang Daming was both surprised and delighted, and called Qinghua to the small study. Qinghua's initiative to talk to Fang Daming was purposeful; she knew Fang Daming had two cell phones, one of which was a private phone. Qinghua wanted to copy Fang Daming's SIM card, and that phone was currently on the desk.

Fang Daming didn't want to ask too much about Qinghua's affairs with the women of the Fang family; he trusted Fang Lan to manage Qinghua in this matter and keep it within certain limits. Fang Daming was more concerned about what books Qinghua had been reading at home these past few days and whether she had made any progress in her studies. Qinghua told Fang Daming about the books he had recently been reading. He had read these books before and could easily recall them after a quick glance. Fang Daming asked a few simple questions, which Qinghua answered correctly.

Finally, while Fang Daming went to the restroom, Qinghua quickly unlocked Fang Daming's phone and inserted the SIM card into a card reader he had prepared. Having obtained Fang Daming's SIM card, he was ninety percent more likely to lure Han Shuhua into his trap tomorrow. When Fang Daming returned to his study, Qinghua had already put his phone back in its original position, though in his haste, it was placed upside down. Fang Daming didn't notice this and told Qinghua to go to bed early.

Early the next morning, Fang Lan prepared a suit and shirt for Qinghua to wear to the meeting. Qinghua's clothes were all at the lakeside villa; Fang Lan had prepared Fang Daming's clothes for him. Qinghua couldn't wear Fang Daming's formal suits—they were too old-fashioned—so Fang Lan had prepared a brown-blue casual linen suit for him. Although it was a casual style, Fang Lan's styling made him look exceptionally sharp. Qinghua's build was similar to Fang Daming's, except his belly wasn't as large. The suit he wore

made him look even more dashing than Fang Daming. Qinghua's outfit caught the eye of all three women in the Fang family, especially Xia Zhuyi, who stared at him intently. The suit Qinghua was wearing was bought for Fang Daming by Xia Zhuyi, but he thought it was too youthful and didn't suit him, so it had been hanging in his closet ever since. Now that Qinghua was wearing it, Xia Zhuyi's eyes welled up with tears, as if she had found a kindred spirit. Perhaps Qinghua's current appearance was the image of the prince charming she had dreamed of for so many years. Xia Zhuyi stared blankly at Qinghua, saying nothing. Although the clothes were prepared by Fang Lan for Qinghua, Xia Zhuyi felt that Qinghua's appearance was entirely her doing.

Fang Ying, standing to the side, exclaimed happily, "Xiao Long, you look so handsome in this outfit!" Over the past few months, under Qinghua's guidance, Fang Ying had become increasingly mature and womanly. However, she was still only in her final year of junior high, and the school uniform only added to her innocent charm. Looking at Fang Ying in her uniform, and recalling their encounter at the movie theater yesterday, Qinghua suddenly thought of a phrase that perfectly suited his current state—a beast in human clothing!

Seeing Qinghua's radiant appearance and the three women of the Fang family surrounding him, Fang Daming felt both pleased and jealous. Jealous because even his wife, Xia Zhuyi, who had never given Qinghua a kind look, had been molded into a gentle and seemingly caring person by him. Fang Daming knew that Xia Zhuyi's change was related to Fang Lan, but it was undeniable that Xia Zhuyi had tasted success with Qinghua; otherwise, she wouldn't have acted so willingly, let alone remained so calm after learning that her daughter had lost her virginity to Qinghua. Mother and daughter sharing a bed—this was something even Fang Daming himself dared not imagine.

Fang Daming didn't care much about Xia Zhuyi and Fang Ying; what he envied most was Fang Lan. Fang Lan, who had originally been his lover, was now Qinghua's possession. Fang Daming still remembered the last time he and Fang Lan had committed incest in the living room of the Lakeside Villa. He had been particularly repressed those days, so that indulgence brought him immense pleasure. Afterwards, because of the nanny's secret filming, Fang Daming didn't go to the Lakeside Villa for a while. Later, Fang Lan told him that their son had "come to his senses." Although Fang Lan didn't say anything else, Fang Daming understood the implication: his illicit affair with Fang Lan was over.

Fang Daming naturally wouldn't comment on Qinghua's attire; he simply agreed to Qinghua attending the investment conference. "That's good. Xiaolong learns quickly by communicating with people; letting him go out and interact more will only benefit him. Xiaolong, at the conference, listen and observe more, and speak less."

"Understood." Qinghua saw the jealousy and helplessness in Fang Daming's eyes and felt a little smug.

The spacious banquet hall of the Oriental Galaxy Hotel had been transformed into an investment promotion venue, with promotional posters for H City displayed around the perimeter, including a brief explanation of the investment promotion event. A temporary stage had been erected in the center of the hall, with many chairs placed below. After the invited guests were seated, Xu Haibo, as the host, delivered a welcome speech, followed by Han Shuhua giving a brief introduction to the investment promotion event. Qinghua sat with Fang Lan in a front-row seat near the edge. This position offered a clear view of the stage without attracting the attention of those on it.

Qinghua stared intently at Han Shuhua from below the stage. Although he had been standing only a few centimeters away from this woman before, this was the first time he had observed her so closely. Although Han Shuhua was a vice mayor, perhaps due to her youth, her attire was not stuffy or dull, but rather quite vibrant. She wore a shirt that was almost indistinguishable from blue, over which she wore a dark blue fitted suit. Her suit jacket was buttoned at the top two buttons, revealing a shirt taut over her ample breasts, bulging as if the shirt might burst open at any moment. She wore white casual trousers that hugged her long, slender legs, giving her an elegant and poised appearance on the stage.

Han Shuhua's explanation was simple, but when she turned, Qinghua caught a glimpse of her profile. Han Shuhua's profile resembled Fang Lan's, both in face and figure. Could this be why Fang Daming had taken a liking to Han Shuhua? Qinghua thought it was possible. Regardless of the reason for Fang Daming and Fang Lan's illicit affair, Fang Daming must have felt guilty towards Fang Lan, as evidenced by his indulgence of her and Fang Lan. Therefore, it wasn't surprising that Fang Daming sought a substitute for Fang Lan. Qinghua didn't know that Han Shuhua looked more like Fang Lan's mother.

After Han Shuhua's speech, various representatives presented their respective investment projects, which the interested guests listened to attentively. Fang Lan attended the investment promotion conference because she was interested in a cooperation project with a municipal enterprise in H City. Fang Lan owns a pressure vessel manufacturing company, which is in the same industry as the H City company. Fang Lan is preparing to aggressively expand into the northern market, and H City has certain geographical advantages, coupled with relatively low human resource costs. Fang Lan intends to invest in a manufacturing plant there. If she could acquire or control an existing company, it would save her a lot of time.

After the various project presentations concluded, Fang Lan contacted the person in charge of her preferred project. The person was a middle-aged man around forty years old, a deputy director of a bureau in H City. He had probably heard of Fang Lan's reputation. Seeing Fang Lan arrive with her entourage, the deputy director was very polite and asked Fang Lan, "Ms. Fang, Vice Mayor Han is over there. Would you like to invite her over to talk to you?"

Fang Lan was taken aback. Of course, she knew Han Shuhua. Judging from the deputy director's tone, it seemed Han Shuhua already knew Fang Lan was interested in the project and had previously informed him. It was unclear whether the deputy director knew Fang Daming.

Fang Lan glanced at Han Shuhua in the distance and said, "No need to trouble Mayor Han. I just want to understand the specifics of this project; the investment cooperation is still uncertain."

Hearing this, the deputy director handed Fang Lan the detailed project cooperation documents. H City didn't have many reputable companies. This factory, newly built a few years ago, was of decent size, but had always been lukewarm, mainly due to poor business performance. The city leaders decided to find a large, established company in the same industry to cooperate with. Although H City might lose control of the factory, as long as it received more orders, the factory could escape its current predicament. Furthermore, expanding production would increase employment, which was generally beneficial to H City. Although

Fang Lan said there was no need to trouble Han Shuhua for now, the deputy director didn't dare make a decision on his own and went to report to Han Shuhua while Fang Lan was reviewing the plan. Qinghua didn't want to meet Han Shuhua yet. Seeing the deputy director go to Han Shuhua's side, she told Fang Lan that the meeting was too stuffy and she wanted to go out for some fresh air, planning to go to the movies in the afternoon.

Fang Lan, seeing that Qinghua had spent half the day with her in the meeting, understood that it was normal for her to want to go out now, and told Qinghua to be careful and go home early that evening. Not long after Qinghua left, Han Shuhua indeed followed the deputy director to Fang Lan. Qinghua watched the two women from a distance; they greeted each other elegantly, but Qinghua didn't know what they said.

After talking with Han Shuhua, Fang Lan didn't linger in the meeting room, taking the cooperation documents and leaving. Qinghua didn't leave the meeting room but hid in a corner, watching Han Shuhua. She even clearly knew how many times Han Shuhua went to the restroom that afternoon. By 5 PM, the first day of the investment promotion activities was basically over. Only then did Qinghua send a text message to Han Shuhua using Fang Daming's private mobile phone number.

"I have an important guest to meet tonight. Go to room 2806 at the Huanya Hotel first. I'll be there after 8 pm." Han Shuhua was somewhat surprised to see Fang Daming's text message, but she knew he would contact her in the next few days, and since it was from his personal phone, she didn't suspect anything.

The Huanya Hotel and the Oriental Galaxy Hotel were just two streets apart, only a ten-minute walk. Han Shuhua went back to her room and changed into light blue distressed jeans and a brown jacket over her blue suit. The dignified and capable mayor instantly transformed into a lively and pretty young woman.

Ever since she was followed at the Maple Leaf Hotel, Han Shuhua had been extremely cautious every time she met Fang Daming. Walking on the streets as the lights came on, Han Shuhua seemed nonchalant, yet she was constantly aware of her surroundings, completely unaware that her meeting was a trap. What should have been

a ten-minute walk took Han Shuhua half an hour of wandering around. After entering the Huanya Hotel, she chose the most secluded elevator and went straight to the twenty-eighth floor. Upon arriving at room 2806, Han Shuhua gently grasped the doorknob. The door wasn't locked. She looked around to make sure no one was following her before opening the door and entering. Although Fang Daming had arranged the room, Han Shuhua was still cautious. After entering, she locked the door and carefully inspected the room. She didn't want the incident at the Maple Leaf Hotel to happen again.

Although it wasn't a suite, the room felt quite spacious. There was a large bed in the middle, and the bathroom was on one side of the entryway. However, unlike other hotel rooms, the bathroom door faced inwards. To be precise, you could see into the bathroom from the bed, as the door was made of semi-transparent, etched glass – a design particularly suitable for couples. After checking the bathroom, Han Shuhua turned her gaze to the balcony. Standing on the 28th-floor balcony, the city's night view was breathtaking, but Han Shuhua had no interest in admiring it. After checking the balcony, she closed the small door and drew the curtains. Once everything was confirmed to be normal, Han Shuhua plopped down on the bed. For Han Shuhua, who wasn't used to wearing high heels, walking for half an hour in five or six-centimeter heels was indeed tiring. She took off her heels and lay comfortably on the bed for a while. After

resting for a bit, Han Shuhua checked the time. She had left Oriental Galaxy at seven o'clock, and it was now 7:50. She would take a shower, and Fang Daming would arrive just then. Han Shuhua's feelings for Fang Daming were complex. Initially, their relationship was merely an exchange of power and sex. Later, Han Shuhua discovered that Fang Daming was different from other officials; he had his own ideals and pursuits, and even resonated with her in some aspects. Han Shuhua even wondered if she had fallen in love with this man who was more than twenty years her senior.

Qinghua gently opened the door and heard the sound of water from the bathroom as soon as he entered. A woman's clothes lay on the large bed. Qinghua couldn't help but recall the scene at the Maple Leaf Hotel; that time, the woman was also taking a shower. However, that time Qinghua had gone to secretly film her and couldn't meet her. This time, he could openly sit on the bed and watch her shower. Qinghua walked to the bedside. On the bed were the woman's clothes: a pair of jeans, a floral t-shirt, and a particularly conspicuous set of blue lace lingerie.

Qinghua picked up the panties; the openwork design only covered the vital parts. Let alone seeing this on a woman, just looking at the panties was enough to make one's blood boil. Qinghua imagined how sexy the beautiful mayor's body would look in that lingerie. He turned and glanced at the bathroom; through the semi-transparent glass door, he could see a graceful figure swaying inside. Qinghua took off his suit jacket and hung it on the hanger next to the beautiful mayor's women's jacket.

Han Shuhua heard a noise outside and, thinking Fang Daming had arrived, asked him what he had gained from his trip to Beijing. But Fang Daming didn't answer; he simply turned on the television. Han Shuhua looked out through the glass door and saw a blurry male figure sitting on the bed. Had his trip to Beijing yielded nothing? Han Shuhua turned off the tap, quickly dried herself, and wrapped herself in a large bath towel.

Whoosh! The sliding glass door opened, and the beautiful mayor, wrapped in a bath towel, emerged from the bathroom. Seeing a strange man in a shirt sitting on the bed, the beautiful mayor was shocked: "You...who are you?"

Just as Han Shuhua spoke, Qinghua also turned to look at her. Although wrapped in a bath towel, Qinghua still observed the beautiful mayor's body with great interest. The towel only covered her torso, leaving her chest and legs exposed. Having just showered, the mayor's skin appeared fair and delicate, with a rosy glow. Qinghua was certain that the mayor was athletic, as her legs looked long and strong, unlike some women whose legs, though beautiful in stockings, were thin and weak. In comparison, Qinghua preferred women like Han Shuhua.

Instead of answering the mayor, Qinghua pressed the remote control, muting the television. Then, he did something that made the mayor blush: he brought the bra to his nose, inhaling its scent like a seasoned smoker greedily inhaling the aroma of a fine cigarette—the bra still carrying the mayor's natural fragrance.

Han Shuhua, having navigated the political arena for many years, had experienced her share of ups and downs. Seeing the strange man's lewd actions, she didn't get angry; instead, she remained calm. Who was this strange man? Had he followed her in? Han Shuhua thought it unlikely. If he were secretly following her, he wouldn't dare sit so openly on the bed waiting for her to finish showering. Could it be a thief who frequents high-end hotels, stealing from guests and knowing she was the only woman in the room, he was ready to rob her and assault her? Thinking this, Han Shuhua shouted at Qinghua, "Whoever you are, leave my room immediately, or I'll call for help!"

Qinghua laughed, holding a woman's bra, and walked to Han Shuhua's side. Han Shuhua backed away, until she was pressed against the bathroom door frame. “Mayor Han, your lingerie is really sexy. Just look at this, I can tell your breasts are quite full. Look, even though you're wearing a towel, I can still see your cleavage, it's so deep.”

Hearing Qinghua call her Mayor Han, Han Shuhua realized the young man in front of her had followed her, and her expression changed drastically: “Who are you? What do you want?”

“Mayor Han, don't be nervous, I just want to chat with you.” Qinghua walked to Han Shuhua's side, putting an arm around the beautiful mayor's slender waist, his hand sliding down the towel to her buttocks. Firm and perky, just as he had imagined, they were elastic.

Han Shuhua didn't resist. Seeing the man's gaze fixed on her face and chest, she gripped the towel tightly, covering her full breasts. Han Shuhua wasn't as afraid as she appeared; she was considering her situation. Seeing Qinghua's lecherous look and lack of wariness towards her, she planned to take him down unexpectedly. Han Shuhua enjoys sports and practiced Taekwondo in her student days. Although she hasn't practiced in recent years, she still exercises daily, making her physical condition much better than the average housewife. With her Taekwondo background, it's possible for her to unexpectedly defeat a man.

Qinghua, unaware of Han Shuhua's intentions, assumed the beautiful mayor was shy and chuckled, "Oh, Mayor Han, are you a conservative or something?"

*Smack!* With a dull thud, the beautiful mayor's seemingly weak elbow struck Qinghua hard in the stomach. Qinghua, caught off guard by Han Shuhua's sudden attack, clutched his stomach and released the mayor. Han Shuhua, having landed a blow, clutched a towel and stared at the man before her. Although Qinghua was attacked, he had been too close to Han Shuhua, and her powerful strike hadn't exerted much force; it only hurt him, not knocked him down. Seeing that the young man in front of her hadn't fallen, Han Shuhua, disregarding the fact that she was only wrapped in a bath towel, raised her right foot and kicked Qinghua hard in the shoulder. Qinghua was bent over, clutching her stomach, and seeing the beautiful mayor's flying kick, she didn't care about the naked view between the mayor's legs and quickly dodged.

Han Shuhua missed her first attack, turned around and kicked Qinghua's lower body again. She was holding the bath towel in one hand, making it difficult for her to move, and Qinghua barely dodged it all. Qinghua came from a military background, and although she couldn't compare to those elite soldiers, she was still quite agile. Han Shuhua had no problem dealing with ordinary men, but she couldn't gain any advantage against Qinghua. Apart from the elbow strike she had just managed to land, she couldn't touch Qinghua's body at all. After a few rounds, Qinghua grabbed one of the beautiful mayor's legs, wrapped her arms around her slender waist, and threw her forward, throwing the beautiful mayor onto the large bed. 04-18
Chapter 10

The mattress was very elastic, and Han Shuhua swayed a few times as she pressed down on it. Before she could react, Qinghua had her pinned down. "Oh, I didn't expect Mayor Han to be such a feisty girl. Is this how you always act when you go on dates with him?"

Han Shuhua's hands were grabbed by Qinghua, and her legs were spread apart. If she could resist, she could only try to hook her legs around Qinghua's buttocks. Hearing Qinghua's teasing, Han Shuhua asked in a deep voice, "You know about me and him? No matter who you are, do you know you're doing something very dangerous?"

"Very dangerous? I heard Mayor Han's family life isn't very harmonious, and it's normal for him to have a mistress. I think many people would be happy to be Mayor Han's mistress, like me. Is going on dates with a mistress a dangerous thing?" As Qinghua spoke, one hand stroked the beautiful mayor's cheek, then moved down her neck to the mayor's bath towel.

Han Shuhua's freed right hand didn't stop Qinghua's actions until Qinghua's fingers touched above her breasts, at which point she tightly gripped the towel around her neck. Qinghua's words made her blush, but also confused her more, because Qinghua didn't seem to be sent by Fang Daming's enemies, yet the other party seemed to know everything about her and Fang Daming.

"Who exactly are you? Who sent you?"

"I said, lonely Mayor Han, you came to keep my appointment, don't you know who I am?"

Hearing Qinghua say this, Han Shuhua was even more shocked. "You? You sent me the text message?" Han Shuhua's mind went blank. The other party had actually obtained Fang Daming's private phone number and impersonated Fang Daming to invite her out. If the other party was sent by Fang Daming's enemies, this was terrifying.

"Of course it was me, otherwise, who would Mayor Han think it was?"

Han Shuhua looked at the man on top of her, speechless. Of course, she wouldn't say Fang Daming's name; if Qinghua recorded everything she said, there would be big trouble. Han Shuhua still didn't understand why the man in front of her had Fang Daming's private phone number.

Qinghua didn't want to do anything to Han Shuhua, but he knew it was impossible to get information from her about her date with Fang Daming the night her sister jumped off the building last year, unless he could find something on her, like he was doing now. "Mayor Han, your affair with him isn't exactly top secret. I believe there are other people besides me who know about you two, right? I asked you out just to find out about your date on the night of December 27th last year."

Hearing Qinghua say this, Han Shuhua became even more certain that Qinghua was sent by Fang Daming's enemy. How could she dare to tell Qinghua about Fang Daming? "Last year's events? I've long forgotten about them. There was no date."

"Mayor Han, you seem to have a bad memory. That was your daughter's birthday. Don't you really remember?"

"My daughter's birthday... Oh, now that you mention it, I remember. I celebrated my daughter's birthday that day. I didn't have any other plans."

"Is that so? But I heard Mayor Han say yesterday that she remembered that night very well."

Han Shuhua was completely stunned. It seemed that the other party had been following her for quite some time. Han Shuhua was speechless for a moment, her mind a complete mess. Since the other party knew so much about her and Fang Daming's relationship and had access to Fang Daming's private phone number, why wasn't he secretly monitoring them? Why was he suddenly appearing now, just to ask her about that night… Han Shuhua suddenly remembered the major events of that night. Could the other party be here because of that night? No, that had nothing to do with Fang Daming. Looking at the man's style, he seemed to be from some secret organization; these people would stop at nothing to achieve their goals. Could Fang Daming be involved in some grand conspiracy?

"You…you were sent by higher-ups to investigate Deng Feng's case?"

Hearing Han Shuhua's question, Qinghua knew she had mistaken him for someone sent to investigate Deng Feng's case. Qinghua, playing along, said to Han Shuhua, "Mayor Han is a clever woman. Since you've already guessed it, let's be frank. You probably know about the case Deng Feng is involved in. He fled as soon as he was investigated, someone must have tipped him off. We found out he was with you that night, so you'd better tell us honestly what happened that night. As for your affair with him, it's unrelated to Deng's case and we won't get involved. You should think this through."

"You...you must be mistaken. How could he possibly be involved in Deng Feng's case?"

"Oh? How much do you know about him? Whether he's involved in Deng's case or not is none of your concern. Just tell us in detail what happened that night."

"Because it gets dark early in winter, we went to the Maple Leaf Hotel very early that day. I arrived before six o'clock, and he arrived just after six. We stayed together the whole time, and he didn't contact anyone outside. Around eight o'clock, he received a phone call and left in a hurry. Later, I heard him mention Deng Feng. Apparently, someone reported to the provincial authorities that Deng Feng had used his position to forge false documents to fraudulently obtain loans. The province was secretly investigating the matter, and as the investigation deepened, they discovered that Deng Feng's problems were even more serious than what the reports indicated. That day, Deng Feng went to a cocktail party, and the investigation team planned to take him away after the party. Unexpectedly, Deng Feng slipped away halfway through the party. Someone must have informed him. His subordinates knew something serious had happened and reported the matter to him."

"So, he didn't attend the Oriental Galaxy cocktail party that day?"

Han Shuhua was stunned. How could the investigators sent from above not have investigated such a simple matter? Han Shuhua didn't think too much about it and nodded to Qinghua. Qinghua stared blankly at Han Shuhua. He had always thought he was close to his enemy, that he was taking revenge. But now, he suddenly realized that the object of his hatred had nothing to do with his sister's death. Everything he had done at the Fang family over the past six months was meaningless in the face of his revenge.

"How could this be? How could this be?" Hearing the man mutter to himself and seeing his vacant gaze, Han Shuhua assumed the young investigator couldn't accept the blow of his investigation being wrong. She said softly, "What I said is true. He has nothing to do with Deng Feng."

Qinghua looked up and saw the beautiful mayor's half-naked breasts, heaving. A surge of lust suddenly erupted within him. "You're lying!" Qinghua grabbed the beautiful mayor's delicate neck with one hand and reached into the bath towel with the other. The bath towel was empty. Qinghua's large hand pressed down on the beautiful mayor's labia.

Han Shuhua, with Qinghua's hand around her neck, no longer cared about the bath towel and pried Qinghua's hand off with both hands. At this moment, she still thought Qinghua was an investigator, and that he was too young to resist her physical allure and wanted to violate her. Han Shuhua finally managed to pry Qinghua's hands off, coughed twice, and said, "What are you doing? Let me go! You're going to make a mistake."

"Make a mistake? Doing this to others might be a mistake, but not to you. You came here all clean and tidy, just waiting for a man to fuck you, right? Look, you're almost wet down there." As Qinghua spoke, he actually inserted a middle finger directly into the beautiful mayor's vagina.

Ah! Han Shuhua screamed and retreated, trying to break free from the man's finger. No matter how big the bed is, it's still just a bed. Han Shuhua wriggled backward, avoiding the man's finger, but the bath towel on her body slipped down a bit, revealing most of her breasts. Her two full breasts jumped out of the bath towel, trembling on the beautiful mayor's chest, and the two light purple nipples were particularly eye-catching. Having been pinned down by the beautiful mayor for so long, Qinghua's desire had long been ignited by the mature woman's body. Seeing her two large, white breasts swaying before him, Qinghua had long forgotten his previous plans. He ripped off Han Shuhua's towel and said, "Why are you trying to back away? Did I say something wrong?"

Han Shuhua screamed again when the towel was torn off, trying to escape from the bed. Qinghua wouldn't let her have her way. He grabbed the beautiful mayor's legs and pressed her down again. Han Shuhua felt the man's immense strength on top of her; she couldn't move at all. She couldn't see what the man was doing, only feel his hair brushing against her chin, making her feel itchy. Then something warm and wet pressed against her left breast, or more precisely, around her areola. Without even looking, she knew it was the man's tongue.

The young man seemed very interested in her breasts, his mouth moving back and forth between them, sometimes lightly licking, sometimes sucking. A strange feeling rose within Han Shuhua; she longed for the man on top of her to violate her, to rape her. Oh God! How could she allow a stranger to violate her body? Han Shuhua felt ashamed of her absurd thoughts and struggled violently again.

Qinghua released the beautiful mayor's breasts and looked up at her, saying, "Struggling is useless. I'm fulfilling your desire. If you're not satisfied, you can shout it out. Don't worry, the soundproofing in this room is quite good. At least much better than those cheap budget hotels." The man then lowered his head again, his target still the beautiful mayor's two large, white breasts.

Han Shuhua was furious. The other party knew she wouldn't dare to shout and had her completely under his thumb. "You're making a serious mistake. If others find out, your future will be ruined."

"Don't worry, I'm the only one here today. As long as you don't say anything, no one will know. You're all clean now, so just enjoy yourself." Qinghua said, releasing the beautiful mayor's hands and starting to unzip his pants. Seeing Qinghua unzip his pants, Han Shuhua tried to escape, but Qinghua caught her again. This time, Qinghua wrapped the beautiful mayor's hands with a bath towel and tied a knot. Han Shuhua's hands were wrapped in the towel like a big rice dumpling. Afraid she would struggle, Qinghua grabbed the beautiful mayor's underwear and put it on, which perfectly bound the beautiful mayor's hands, making it look like a person wearing underwear.

"Do you think this is necessary? It's much better if we both enjoy ourselves." Qinghua laughed at his masterpiece. Seeing that Qinghua had tied her hands with her panties, Han Shuhua angrily shouted, "You bastard, let me go!"

"Hehe, Mayor Han, maybe you'll say later, bastard... give it to me..."

"Bastard!"

Han Shuhua's two jade-like legs were spread apart and pressed down by Qinghua, her vulva completely exposed to the air. Qinghua carefully observed the beautiful mayor's vulva while undressing. The beautiful mayor's mons pubis was full, and her pubic hair was not much, probably only a little more than Xia Zhuyi's. Her labia were not as full as Xia Zhuyi's, but the two labia looked very tender, slender, and were a typical butterfly vulva. Between the slightly everted labia was a light red slit, with some moisture already on it.

Qinghua unbuttoned his shirt with one hand and stroked Han Shuhua's labia with the other, constantly uttering lewd words. “Mayor Han, I never imagined your lower body was so beautiful. These labia are just as lovely as your upper lips. And look at this…” Qinghua inserted his middle finger into the beautiful mayor’s vagina, then pulled it out and waved it in front of her.

Han Shuhua saw her own vaginal fluids and her face flushed, but she cursed, “You bastard, you’re hurting me!” Qinghua’s weight was mostly on Han Shuhua’s thighs, and although the bed was soft, Han Shuhua still felt pain.

“Who told you to play the saint? If you cooperated a little, wouldn’t we both be more satisfied?” Qinghua stripped off his clothes and pants, released the beautiful mayor, and hung her legs around his waist.

Han Shuhua glanced at the man’s crotch and was speechless with shock. She saw the young man’s erect penis, the bright red glans like an egg stained with cinnabar, stretched at the tip. My God, it’s so big! At this moment, Han Shuhua naturally didn't think about whether her vagina could accommodate such a large glans. She only knew that she was about to be raped by a young man more than ten years younger than her, and instinctively pleaded, "No, please let me go. You're still young, I'm old."

"Mayor Han, you're not old at all. Even middle-aged women retain their charm. You're much more beautiful than those middle-aged women. As for whether I'm young or not, you'll find out soon enough." Qinghua said, lifting the beautiful mayor's buttocks. Compared to Xia Zhuyi, Han Shuhua's buttocks were a little smaller, about the same size as Fang Lan's, but Han Shuhua's buttocks were firmer and more elastic than Xia and Fang's. Qinghua felt the fleshy plumpness as he gripped them.

Qinghua held the beautiful mayor's buttocks, his swollen glans rubbing back and forth between the beautiful mayor's labia, several times even penetrating into that thin crevice. "Oh, so soft, so comfortable. Mayor Han, I think your little sister down there must really like me, she can't wait to bite my little brother." Han Shuhua felt the man's glans hovering outside her vagina, and struggled again, twisting her buttocks as she said, "No, please don't do this, let me go."

"I'll let you go right away!" Qinghua said, thrusting his waist forcefully, and the glans that was originally stuck between her labia smoothly entered the beautiful mayor's vagina.

Ah! Both Qinghua and Han Shuhua couldn't help but cry out. Han Shuhua was in pain; the man's penis was thick and long, the glans like a pebble, and when it was thrust in so forcefully, she couldn't bear it. Qinghua was enjoying it; he thought that Han Shuhua's vagina, even if she had given birth, would only be as tight as Fang Lan's or Xia Zhuyi's, but he didn't expect that Han Shuhua's vagina was naturally narrow and small, only slightly looser than Fang Ying's.

"Haha, Mayor Han, you're over thirty, aren't you? You've even had a child, yet your vagina is still so tight. Have you practiced the Jade Maiden Heart Sutra? You can even pretend to be a virgin. I really don't know how your child even came out."

Seeing the man on top of her becoming increasingly vulgar and lewd, Han Shuhua simply shut her mouth. With his penis already inside her, there was no point in her saying anything more. Seeing the beautiful mayor remain silent, Qinghua loosened the towel from her hands. By then, it was too late for Han Shuhua to regain her freedom. She simply clutched the towel to cover her chest and face, refusing to look at the man.

Qinghua yanked the towel off, and seeing Han Shuhua clutching her chest, said, "Why are you covering yourself? Your breasts are quite a treasure."

"You bastard, you'll die a horrible death!" Han Shuhua tried to slap the man, but couldn't reach him. Qinghua tightly hugged the beautiful mayor's thighs, the elasticity of the mattress causing the mayor's entire body to bounce on the bed.

The beautiful mayor's two full breasts bounced like white rabbits, further stimulating Qinghua's visual nerves. He thrust his hips back and forth like a wild beast, each thrust seemingly aimed at piercing the mayor's vagina. Qinghua watched the mayor's bouncing breasts for a moment, then watched his penis thrust in and out of her vagina, and soon he sensed the uniqueness of her vagina.

Han Shuhua's vagina, though tight, was very slippery, somewhat like Xia Zhuyi's orgasmic spasms, but not as intense. But soon, Qinghua discovered something that delighted him even more. Just moments before, he had lamented that Han Shuhua's vagina wasn't as stimulating as Xia Zhuyi's orgasmic spasms, but now Han Shuhua had orgasmed, the spasms even more intense than Xia Zhuyi's.

Han Shuhua wanted to resist, but the man's attack was too fierce; his penis, like a piston rod, propelled her body in a throbbing motion, leaving her powerless. Ah! Han Shuhua couldn't help but let out low moans, her hands, which had been clasped to her chest, stretched out and gripped everything she could.

"Scream if you want to, it'll feel even better." Qinghua released the beautiful mayor's buttocks, pressing his entire body against hers, and bit down on one of her breasts.

*Smack! Smack!* Qinghua's movements grew increasingly violent, his engorged glans slamming against the mayor's clitoris. Ah! The tingling, numb sensation was unbearable for Han Shuhua, and she finally cried out. Qinghua squeezed the mayor's breasts hard, her purplish-red nipples hard as red-skinned peanuts. He sucked and bit them forcefully. Han Shuhua had forgotten that the man on top of her was raping her; she only knew that her breasts were aching from being bitten, and she tried to push him away, but he was too strong, and she couldn't budge him. A tingling, numb, and soft sensation returned to her vagina, and Han Shuhua let out another round of moans.

In just over ten minutes, Han Shuhua climaxed four or five times. Qinghua had never encountered such a sensitive woman before; after a series of vigorous thrusts, he knew he was about to ejaculate. Han Shuhua felt the man's glans swell inside her; those thrusts were particularly deep, as if the glans was trying to penetrate her uterus. Han Shuhua knew the man was about to ejaculate. She cried out weakly, her voice slightly hoarse, "No... don't ejaculate inside..." Qinghua completely ignored the beautiful mayor's pleas, holding her smooth body, and then thrusting harder and harder, his penis vibrating like a vibrator inside her vagina. Ah! Qinghua roared, his hands trembling as he squeezed the mayor's breasts. He could feel his penis contracting and expanding inside her vagina, spraying semen deep into her core like a water gun.

Han Shuhua couldn't speak, but she knew perfectly well that the man on top of her had ejaculated inside her. Bastard! Because she was allergic to IUDs, Han Shuhua did not have one inserted after giving birth. Fortunately, she didn't have a lot of sex, so it wasn't too inconvenient as long as she was careful. But today, she was penetrated by a strange man. It seems she will have to rely on medication to prevent an accident again.

Two pale, naked bodies lay intertwined on the bed. The man, having ejaculated, slumped over the beautiful mayor like a deflated balloon, both panting heavily and silent. After a while, Han Shuhua, breathless from Qinghua's weight, tried to push him away, but she lacked the strength. Qinghua, propping himself up on his elbows, leaned on the mayor and said, "I didn't expect you to be such a rare woman. Your husband is truly blessed; it's just a pity he can't keep you in check."

Their faces were only about thirty centimeters apart. Han Shuhua noticed that this bold and violent man was quite handsome. Hearing his words, Han Shuhua remained silent. The "pity" he spoke of referred to her husband, which to her was a mockery. Qinghua asked again, "Is that why he likes you?" Han Shuhua didn't understand and asked, "Who?"

"The person you were waiting for today. Is it because you're so tight and pleasurable down there that he likes you?"

Han Shuhua was furious and glared at Qinghua, saying, "You've achieved your goal, can I leave now?"

"What's the rush? As the saying goes, even a day as husband and wife is worth a hundred days of kindness. I think we can talk more. Don't you know your body is very sensitive, more sensitive than most women? Men like that about you. You came several times just now, didn't you? Have you ever felt this way before?"

Han Shuhua tried hard to recall her past sexual experiences and found that she rarely felt this way. Perhaps it had been too long and she couldn't remember. "Are you embarrassed to say? Surely you've had it at least once? You seem so sensitive, you must have. Is your husband's thing too small to stimulate your sensitive spots?"

"Are you done yet? Is this how you two do things when you're out on business? You've achieved your goal, can I leave now? I have things to do, get up."

Just then, a pleasant ringtone came from Han Shuhua's bag, and both men stared intently at the woman's purse. Qinghua scooped up the beautiful mayor and moved her from one side of the bed to the other. Qinghua's semi-erect penis was still inside the beautiful mayor's vagina. Holding her, their hips were pressed tightly together, the friction incredibly stimulating. "Ah! What are you doing?" Han Shuhua cried out, gripping the sheets tightly, making a mess of the bed.

Qinghua opened Han Shuhua's purse and took out the beautiful mayor's phone. "Answer it, it's his call. You know what to do, right?" Qinghua answered the phone and held it to Han Shuhua's ear. Helpless, Han Shuhua had no choice but to answer Fang Daming's call.

Fang Daming asked Han Shuhua about the investment conference that day, mentioning that Fang Lan had discussed setting up a factory in H City. Han Shuhua said she had gone and would take care of things once she arrived in H City, assuring Fang Daming not to worry. Qinghua, overhearing their conversation, knew that Fang Lan could receive more preferential treatment than others if she invested in H City. Qinghua wasn't interested in the content of Fang Daming and Han Shuhua's conversation; instead, he was taking the opportunity to enjoy the beautiful mayor's exquisite breasts.

Han Shuhua was powerless against the man on top of her. At this moment, she dared not make any unusual noises and could only reach out to try to push the man's head away. Qinghua grabbed the beautiful mayor's wrist, warning her with his eyes that if she didn't cooperate, he would make a scene. Han Shuhua could only lie on the bed, holding the phone in one hand and gently stroking Qinghua's head with the other, as if she were having an affair with her lover while talking to her husband on the phone.

The beautiful mayor still carried the fresh scent of her bath, mixed with the sweat of a mature woman, making the man even more infatuated. Qinghua kissed his way down the woman's neck to the mayor's ear, their faces pressed tightly together, seemingly Qinghua was intentionally eavesdropping on the mayor's conversation with Fang Daming. After a while, Qinghua leaned close to Han Shuhua's other ear, gently biting the mayor's earlobe, and whispered in the softest of voices, "Your body is so soft and fragrant."

Han Shuhua was startled, grabbing the phone receiver with one hand and covering Qinghua's mouth with the other. Qinghua knelt up, his hands caressing the mayor's slender waist, slowly moving upwards. Han Shuhua was confused about Qinghua's intentions when he suddenly picked her up. Han Shuhua bit her lip, almost crying out. She felt the man's penis harden again, now deeply inserted into her vagina.

Qinghua held the beautiful mayor in one arm, while his other hand caressed her breasts, his hips swaying gently. Han Shuhua couldn't help but watch him; she feared he might do something crazy if she wasn't careful. Han Shuhua watched as the man played with her breasts. Although she sometimes touched her own breasts like this, her strength was far inferior to the man's. Her breasts changed shape constantly in his hands. Sometimes his large hands cupped the tops of her breasts like a shield, the white flesh bulging between his fingers; other times he grasped the base, kneading them into a pear shape, the purplish-red nipples standing erect, like fiery bullets just fired from within. Had this

guy never touched a woman's breasts before? Han Shuhua felt a mixture of pain and pleasure, unconsciously swaying her hips with the man's movements. Seeing the beautiful mayor responding to him, Qinghua's movements became faster and faster. Although the movements were slight, Han Shuhua still felt the man's glans constantly rubbing against her clitoris, and that uncontrollable tingling sensation was coming back. She immediately reached out and pushed hard against Qinghua's chest, shaking her head repeatedly, begging him to stop.

Qinghua stopped, grasping the beautiful mayor's hand and kissing it upwards, all the way to her neck. Qinghua pulled the beautiful mayor into his arms, letting her full breasts rub against his chest, while his large hands roamed over her smooth back. Qinghua kissed the beautiful mayor's chin, cheeks, and lips.

Han Shuhua was both angry and helpless at the man's opportunistic behavior, yet also felt a little excited. When the man's tongue licked her lips, she had no choice but to open her mouth and let his tongue in. Qinghua was very careful, gently sucking on the beautiful mayor's tongue in his mouth without making a sound. At this moment, he could hear every word Fang Daming said on the phone.

Fang Daming was telling Han Shuhua that the guest he was meeting today was Mr. Guo from Hong Kong. Mr. Guo had many investments in the coastal areas and intended to set up another factory in the province. Mr. Guo originally wanted to locate it in a southern city, but Fang Daming recommended H City to him, saying that the new highway had opened, the investment environment in H City had greatly improved, and labor costs in H City were much cheaper than in southern cities. Mr. Guo agreed to visit H City to investigate the investment environment.

Qinghua knew that the beautiful mayor was about to reply, and reluctantly released her tongue. Han Shuhua rolled her numb tongue around in her mouth for a moment before replying, looking playful and cute. Qinghua hugged her tightly and bit her ear.

"If we really manage to get Mr. Guo to invest in H City this time, wouldn't Xu Haibo have done a great service? I heard he's going to be transferred to another place next year." Han Shuhua reminded Fang Daming that if this investment promotion meeting was too successful, it would be a great thing for Xu Haibo.

"I know about Xu Haibo's situation. Besides, I'm telling you this so you can avoid the investment promotion conference. Tomorrow you'll meet with Mr. Guo alone; I've arranged everything. After your investment promotion team returns, you can take Mr. Guo to H City."

"Ah... um, I understand." Just as Fang Daming was speaking, Qinghua's large hands touched the beautiful mayor's buttocks. The beautiful mayor's buttocks were wet and slippery, making it impossible to tell if it was vaginal fluid or sweat. Qinghua tightly gripped the beautiful mayor's buttocks with both hands, spreading them apart, and pressed two fingers directly onto the beautiful mayor's anus. Han Shuhua's anus was attacked, and she almost cried out. She kept twisting her buttocks, her legs tightly clamping Qinghua's buttocks, one hand grabbing Qinghua's hand on her buttocks, and shaking her head at Qinghua, telling him not to touch there.

"Then do you want me to fuck you?" Qinghua whispered in the beautiful mayor's ear again, then looked at the beautiful mayor. Han Shuhua nodded vigorously, afraid that Qinghua might do something outrageous again, or say something else. Qinghua smiled smugly, then hugged the beautiful mayor tightly and rubbed against her gently, pressing his ear to the phone to listen to what the two were saying.

Han Shuhua and Fang Daming didn't discuss any more confidential matters, only sharing their recent situations. After Han Shuhua hung up the phone, Qinghua said, "I didn't realize he cared about you so much!"

Whether it was because of Qinghua's cooperation earlier, or because Qinghua made her feel good, Han Shuhua didn't push Qinghua away, letting him hold her and bounce around on the bed. Seeing that Han Shuhua didn't speak or refuse him, Qinghua continued, "Tell me, how did you meet him?"

"Why are you asking this? He has nothing to do with Deng Feng, why are you investigating him? I've already been through this, what more do you want?"

"Then let's not talk about him, let's change the subject. Does he make you feel better, or do I?" Han Shuhua ignored Qinghua, twisting her body while holding him. She just wanted to end her battle with the man as soon as possible so she could leave this place quickly.

"It's okay to talk about it. Although I'm practically your one-night stand now, don't worry, I won't be jealous,"

Han Shuhua said angrily. "Are all your people as shameless as you? No wonder some people say that those in your line of work trample morality underfoot."

Qinghua laughed and said, "It seems your behind-the-scenes deal with him isn't exactly a good thing either. We're probably evenly matched." Qinghua stopped, grabbing the beautiful mayor's buttocks with one hand and rubbing her clitoris with the other. Han Shuhua felt both numb and itchy from the man's actions, but his penis remained still inside her vagina, making the tingling and itching unbearable. Han Shuhua knew what the man was thinking. Although Fang Daming had nothing to do with the Deng Feng case, this guy had discovered her secret relationship with Fang Daming while investigating the Deng Feng case. If he wrote anything inaccurate in his report, it would be extremely detrimental to her and Fang Daming. This guy had already taken advantage of her; he couldn't afford to lose out elsewhere.

Han Shuhua leaned on Qinghua's shoulder and whispered in his ear, "You made me feel good, hurry up and do it to me." Qinghua was unaware that the beautiful mayor still mistook him for a mysterious investigator, and even less aware of her ulterior motives. Seeing her give in, he was quite pleased with himself and pulled the beautiful mayor's delicate hand to his groin.

"Do it to you, how?" Qinghua cupped the beautiful mayor's feverish face in his hands, their eyes only ten centimeters apart. It was no exaggeration to say that he could see every pore on her face clearly. Han Shuhua, with her face cupped like this by a man more than ten years younger than her, turned her face away forcefully, not daring to look Qinghua in the eye.

"Fuck me..." The beautiful mayor's voice was very soft, just like Qinghua had whispered in her ear earlier.

"Louder, what do you want me to do?"

"Fuck me!" Han Shuhua suddenly shouted, breaking free from Qinghua's hands and twisting herself while hugging him.

"What will I use to fuck you?"

"Your big cock will fuck me!" The beautiful mayor straddled Qinghua's hips, twisting and swaying her buttocks, thrusting her fair breasts high, as if suddenly freed from moral constraints.

Qinghua was infected by Han Shuhua's sudden frenzy, leaning forward forcefully, pressing the beautiful mayor back onto the bed, shouting, "What will I use to fuck you?"

"Your cunt, fuck my cunt!"

Hearing the beautiful mayor's lewd words, Qinghua thrust powerfully, and in no time, the beautiful mayor trembled all over again. This time Qinghua lasted longer than before, soaking a large patch of the sheet under the beautiful mayor's buttocks. He didn't know how many times the beautiful mayor climaxed under him, only that her vagina would writhe from time to time. Only when Qinghua ejaculated again did he lie on the beautiful mayor's soft body, savoring the wonderful feeling she gave him.

Han Shuhua wondered if she had fainted just now, only knowing that her mind was blank, only knowing that there was a man on top of her, only knowing that there was a thick thing thrusting inside her body. As Qinghua gently bit her breast, her body trembled intermittently.

"You should be satisfied, right? He has nothing to do with Deng Feng's case, and my relationship with him has nothing to do with Deng Feng's case either. You won't make up anything in the report, will you?"

Hearing Han Shuhua say this, Qinghua finally understood why Han Shuhua had been so obedient earlier. She had thought he was some lousy investigator, afraid he would mention her and Fang Daming in the report. Seeing the beautiful mayor's alluring red lips, a wicked thought rose in Qinghua's mind again.

"I can pretend I don't know about your affair with him, but shouldn't you show some sincerity?"

Han Shuhua thought Qinghua was trying to extort money from her and was somewhat angry. "I've already been sexually assaulted by you, and you still want something in return?" Although she was very unhappy, Han Shuhua still pretended to be very generous and asked, "How much do you want?"

Qinghua laughed and said, "Mayor Han, Sister Han, what kind of relationship do we have now? Talking about money is too hurtful."

Pah! Do we have a relationship? If we do, it's because I was raped by you. Do we have feelings? If we do, it's resentment. "Then what else do you want?"

"Tell me honestly, did you enjoy it just now?" Han Shuhua gritted her teeth and nodded. Although she didn't want to admit to the man that she had enjoyed it, she had to nod at this moment.

"That's right. I used a lot of effort to make Mayor Han enjoy it. Now, Mayor Han, you only need to use a little effort to make me enjoy it a little too."

Han Shuhua was stunned again. You've already ejaculated inside me twice, and you're still not satisfied? "What do you want me to do?"

"Mayor Han, your little mouth is so cute. If you give me a blowjob once, I'll forget about you and him."

"No, I've never done that before, I don't know how." Han Shuhua immediately rejected the man's suggestion, cursing in her heart, "You pervert."

"Really? Mayor Han is so open-minded, you've never even tried this? Do you think this should be written in the report?"

"You...you're shameless!"

"Come on. I know you're willing, right?" Qinghua said, lying down on the bed. Han Shuhua looked at the man's limp penis and wished she could pounce on it and bite it off. Han Shuhua hesitated for a moment, then knelt between the man's legs. She didn't want him to write anything inaccurate in his report over such a small matter.

"It's too dirty." Han Shuhua smelled a pungent, fishy odor as soon as she got close. "What's dirty about it? It's covered in your semen. Fine, I won't force you. You can find a way to clean it." Han Shuhua got off the bed and went to the bathroom to get a hot towel. She wasn't lying; she had never actually performed oral sex before, though she wasn't entirely sure. After cleaning it, she took the man's glans into her mouth. Qinghua was just doing it for fun; compared to the three women from the Fang family, Han Shuhua's oral skills were terrible. Less than a minute later, the ringing of a cell phone interrupted them. This time, it was Qinghua's phone.

Qinghua, naked, walked to the clothes rack, took the phone out of her suit jacket, and saw that it was Fang Daming calling. Qinghua glanced back at Han Shuhua sitting on the bed, then sat down on the bed with the phone in her hand. When Han Shuhua answered the phone earlier, she didn't dare let Qinghua speak, and now that Qinghua was on the phone, she didn't dare to speak either. But to her surprise, the first thing the mysterious investigator, the naked man sitting next to her said on the phone was to call the other person "Grandpa."

Fang Daming was naturally very happy to hear Qinghua call him "Grandpa" on the phone and asked, "Xiaolong, when does your movie end? Grandpa's going home right now, I can pick you up."

"Hmm, about twenty more minutes. I'll wait for you at Xinbai Plaza."

Although they hadn't exchanged many words, Han Shuhua recognized the voice on the other end as Fang Daming, who had just called her. Qinghua hung up, and Han Shuhua stared at him blankly. "You…he…" The beautiful mayor didn't know what to say for a moment. "

That's right, the person on the other end of the phone is the one you're thinking of." Qinghua said while putting on his clothes. Han Shuhua was completely devastated. She knew Fang Daming had a daughter in middle school, and she knew Fang Lan was Fang Daming's daughter with his ex-wife, but she had never heard of Fang Daming having such a grown grandson. "You...you really are his grandson? You're not an investigator sent from above?"

"Yes..."

"You bastard!" Han Shuhua shouted, grabbing a bath towel and whipping it hard on Qinghua. Qinghua grabbed the bath towel and said, "Sister Han, this stuff really hurts when it hits you. Hehe, it's a matter of you enjoying it and me enjoying it, Sister Han, what's bothering you?"

"You... why did you say you were an investigator just now?"

"I didn't say that, Sister Han, you said it. I just made up a story following your train of thought."

"Then why did you ask me about what happened on December 27th last year?"

"Oh, that's a long story. I fell for you the first time I saw you, Sister Han. Yesterday, I ran into you on the street and followed you to the coffee shop. I overheard you talking to a woman about what happened on December 27th last year, so when I came in just now, I wanted to play a game with you, Sister Han. But you mistook me for an investigator sent down from above."

"You... how do you know about me and... him?"

"I overheard him making a phone call to you once."

"You stole his phone call too?"

"Yes. Sister Han, I don't think you'll tell him, will you?"

Han Shuhua was furious. When the man was the mysterious investigator, she couldn't do anything about him. Now that he's Fang Daming's grandson, she still can't do anything about him. She couldn't very well run to Fang Daming and say, "I was raped by your grandson." Good heavens, how could she be so stupid, tricked and raped by her lover's grandson?

Qinghua put on a suit, washed his face in the bathroom, and came out looking as dashing as ever. "Sister Han, are you going to sleep here? I can check out tomorrow."

"No, I'm leaving soon." While Qinghua was washing his face, Han Shuhua had already dressed. Han Shuhua still didn't quite believe Qinghua was Fang Daming's grandson; she wanted to follow Qinghua to see for herself. The two naturally didn't walk together. Qinghua checked out and went to Xinbai Plaza, a ten-minute walk, with some time wasted at the hotel. Less than half a minute after arriving at the plaza, Fang Daming's car arrived. Han Shuhua, following at a distance, saw Qinghua get into Fang Daming's car and thought to herself, "He really is Fang Daming's grandson." Considering that Fang Daming personally came to pick him up, this guy must be very important to Fang Daming. Han Shuhua was confused. She hadn't expected Fang Daming's grandson to be interested in her, and even dared to steal Fang Daming's phone to ask her out. Sleeping with Fang Daming's grandson—she didn't know if it was a good thing or a bad thing. But one thing was reassuring: there were no mysterious investigators, so she didn't need to worry.

Fang Daming's car turned around in front of the square. Seeing Qinghua staring blankly out the window, Fang Daming asked him what was wrong. "The night view here is beautiful," Qinghua said, seeing Han Shuhua standing at the street corner through the car window. Hearing Qinghua say the night view was beautiful, Fang Daming told the driver to drive back along Huaihai Road and Zhongshan Road.

The colorful neon lights outside flashed before Qinghua's eyes, but his eyes were empty, his gaze unfocused. He had only wanted to find out Fang Daming's whereabouts that night from Han Shuhua, but her reaction gave him a lot of inspiration. Perhaps his sister's death was related to the Deng Feng case. Regardless of the cause of her sister's death, Zhao Ting must know the inside story.

When Qingling fell in love and married Zhao Ting, Qinghua was serving in the military and didn't know much about Zhao Ting. How could she get close to Zhao Ting? Since Zhao Ting tricked her into secretly filming Fang Daming and Han Shuhua's rendezvous, she must belong to some of Fang Daming's opposing forces. Using her current identity to approach Zhao Ting might arouse his suspicion. Qinghua thought of Jiang Xueqing. Zhao Ting was currently pursuing Jiang Xueqing, and Jiang Xueqing suspected that her sister's death was related to Zhao Ting. Now a police officer, perhaps she could have Jiang Xueqing investigate Zhao Ting.

The police station is a solemn and dignified place, but this environment couldn't stop a man's pursuit of a woman. Jiang Xueqing often received flowers from a florist, some from people within the police station, and some from outsiders. Today, Jiang Xueqing received flowers again, but unlike the usual rose-themed bouquets, this one contained not a single rose. Jiang Xueqing held the pink carnations, somewhat confused. She liked carnations, but she didn't know who would send her such a bouquet.

"Xiao Jiang, who sent you these flowers today?" The leader of Jiang Xueqing's group, a woman around forty years old, noticed the unusual sight of the carnations; these were usually given to mothers.

Jiang Xueqing shook her head. Another policewoman, who looked like she had just graduated, said, "Sister Jiang, this bouquet is so unique! It's much more romantic than roses. What kind of flowers are these?" The policewoman noticed a few pale purple flowers interspersed among the pink carnations and asked Jiang Xueqing.

Jiang Xueqing also noticed the small flowers. She was familiar with these wildflowers; they were wild chrysanthemums, often seen on Qingtai Mountain. Some flower shops in the city would buy these natural wildflowers from the countryside for decoration. Wild chrysanthemums have very small flowers, and their appearance is quite different from ordinary ornamental chrysanthemums. The policewoman, who had grown up in the city, had never seen such wild chrysanthemums before. “These are wild chrysanthemums; you can find them in many places in the countryside,” the team leader explained, seeing Jiang Xueqing staring blankly at the bouquet.

Only after the young policewoman's reminder did Jiang Xueqing become interested in the flowers. Wild chrysanthemums are used for decoration; florists would never place them as the centerpiece of a bouquet unless the sender specifically requested it.

“Sister Jiang, quickly see who sent this!” A small envelope was tucked inside the bouquet, and the young policewoman was eager to know who the mysterious and strange sender was. Jiang Xueqing pulled out the envelope, and the young policewoman squeezed next to her, wanting to see what the sender had written. To the young policewoman's disappointment, there was no passionate love letter inside, only a movie ticket.

"Hey, Sister Jiang, your mysterious suitor is really mysterious. Sister Jiang, you must know who he is, right? Tell me honestly, has another new knight in shining armor appeared recently?"

"Don't overthink it, I have no idea who he is." Jiang Xueqing threw the flowers on the table. She had no interest in this kind of pretentious suitor. If carnations weren't her favorite flower, she would have thrown the bouquet in the trash long ago.

"Sister Jiang, this mysterious person invited you to the movies. Do you want me to scout it out for you?" The policewoman sitting opposite Jiang Xueqing teased her again when she saw Jiang Xueqing throw the flowers on the table. "Here you go..." Jiang Xueqing took out the movie ticket to hand to the policewoman, but suddenly saw "July 20xx" written on the blank space of the movie ticket. Jiang Xueqing immediately withdrew her hand and said to the policewoman, "No, what if he's some kind of bad guy? I'd better go and teach this guy a lesson myself."

The policewoman was just joking with Jiang Xueqing, and after chatting for a few more minutes, they stopped talking about the flowers. Jiang Xueqing held the movie ticket, lost in thought. Seven years ago, the summer was just an ordinary summer for others, but for Jiang Xueqing, it was an unforgettable one. That summer, she and that boy both lost their virginity. Jiang Xueqing still remembered the patter of raindrops on the mountainside, still remembered their trembling bodies, but she never understood why she hadn't pushed away the boy she treated like a younger brother.

Thinking of Qinghua, Jiang Xueqing felt another pang of heartache; the pure and lovely boy in her memory was gone forever. What happened that day was a secret for Jiang Xueqing. She hadn't told anyone, not even her best friend, Qinghua's sister. She believed Qinghua wouldn't reveal it either. Unexpectedly, the flower delivery person had written "July seven years ago" on the movie ticket. Although the specific date wasn't written, Jiang Xueqing believed that this flower delivery person definitely knew what happened that summer. Since Qinghua had told this person such a secret, their relationship must be very close. Jiang Xueqing decided to meet this mysterious flower delivery person.

Qinghua sat alone in the screening room. The lights were still on, and people were gradually coming in to watch the movie. Qinghua was a little worried about whether Jiang Xueqing had seen the words he had written on the movie ticket and whether she would come to their appointment. Since Jiang Xueqing went to university, Qinghua hadn't seen her many times. The last time they met was during the summer after Qinghua graduated from high school, five years had passed in a flash. Although Qinghua had encountered Jiang Xueqing twice as Fang Yulong, he hadn't spoken to her.

Soon, the lights in the screening room dimmed, and the movie began. Qinghua was somewhat disappointed, thinking Jiang Xueqing wouldn't come, but a few minutes into the movie, a woman approached, bending over. Seeing the woman who had appeared in his dreams countless times walking towards him, Qinghua's heart surged with excitement, as if he had returned to that summer seven years ago.

Jiang Xueqing had arrived at the cinema long ago, secretly observing Qinghua. Too far away, Jiang Xueqing couldn't see Qinghua's face clearly, only realizing she didn't recognize him. But seeing that Qinghua was simply sitting there quietly waiting for her, seemingly without malice, she decided to approach him and ask.

Compared to five years ago, Jiang Xueqing had matured considerably. Although in the dim light, Qinghua could only vaguely make out Jiang Xueqing's face, this was the first time in five years he had seen her so closely, and he momentarily forgot to speak.

"Who are you? How do you know about what happened seven summers ago? Did Qinghua tell you?" Jiang Xueqing looked at the man beside her; now she was certain she had never seen this man before.

“Yes, Qinghua and I are inseparable friends.” Jiang Xueqing’s question interrupted Qinghua’s thoughts. Qinghua calmed down and told Jiang Xueqing the conversation he had prepared.

“He told you about me?” Jiang Xueqing didn’t believe Qinghua was the kind of man who would blab. Even Qingling didn’t know the secret between her and Qinghua, so Qinghua couldn’t possibly have told anyone else.

“Sort of. I asked him why he didn’t have a girlfriend, and he said he had a woman in his heart and he had been waiting for an opportunity to confess to her. I pressed him repeatedly, and Qinghua told me some things about him and you. He was afraid you would be angry with him because of that, so he didn’t dare to confess to you. To be honest, after hearing Qinghua’s story, I was also very curious about you. Now that Qinghua is gone, I have a question I want to ask you: Did you ever like him?” Qinghua had always wanted to ask Jiang Xueqing this question before, but he was afraid of upsetting her. Now he could ask it from another person’s perspective.

“Is there any point in saying this now?” Jiang Xueqing’s voice was low, but there was an indescribable sadness in her words. Qinghua fell silent. Yes, he was already "dead," so what was the point of asking this question?

"Did you ask me out just to ask this question?" Jiang Xueqing broke the silence when Qinghua didn't speak.

"Of course not. After Qinghua was discharged from the army, I asked him what he was doing. He said he was investigating his sister's death. I asked him about his sister and how much progress he had made. He didn't say, only that his sister's death was related to his brother-in-law, and that his investigation was very dangerous. Later, I lost contact with Qinghua, and then I heard he was struck by lightning. I didn't believe it was true. He told me there was danger, and then he had an accident—it's too much of a coincidence. I want to find out the cause of Qinghua's death, but I have no clues. The only thing I know is that it's related to Qinghua's brother-in-law. I only know his name is Zhao Ting. You're a good friend of Qinghua's sister, so you must be very familiar with Zhao Ting. Can you tell me something about Zhao Ting? For example, his social connections?"

"You suspect that Qinghua's lightning strike was fake?"

"Yes, in today's society, it's too easy for some people to create and spread such false information."

Some people? The man's words shocked Jiang Xueqing. While she suspected Zhao Ting was concealing the true cause of Qingling's death, she had never doubted that Qinghua had died from a lightning strike. Could it be that Qingling really died in a conspiracy, and Qinghua was killed because she investigated it? If so, then the "certain people" this man spoke of were truly terrifying.

"Do you want to investigate Qinghua's death thoroughly? Aren't you afraid?"

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