[Urban] Rebirth of a Strange Love: The Loser's Revenge Plan - 10-12

Chapter 11

"Officer Jiang is Qinghua's good friend, and I'm sure you're also very interested in finding out the cause of Qinghua and her brother's death. As for me, don't worry, I'll investigate discreetly and won't alert them. Officer Jiang, I believe you can easily find out Zhao Ting's social connections. Here's my QQ number and phone number. If you've compiled Zhao Ting's information, you can send it to me." Qinghua handed a piece of paper to Jiang Xueqing and continued, "You're a police officer and Qinghua's good friend, so you must be very concerned about Qinghua's situation. Could you tell me the details of Qinghua and her sister's deaths?"

“It’s not what you think. I’m just a technical police officer. Although I’ve seen Qingling’s case file, I don’t have the authority to investigate this case. Besides, I was out of town for technical training when Qingling died, and I only returned after the New Year. I only learned about Qingling’s situation after reading the case file. As for Qinghua, I always thought he was still in the military until I heard the news of his death by lightning strike, and then I learned that he had already returned home.” Qinghua

recalled the conversation between Jiang Xueqing and Han Shuhua, and knew that Jiang Xueqing must have chosen to go out for training at the end of the year to avoid the blind dates arranged by her family. No wonder Jiang Xueqing didn’t know much about what happened that night; she only learned about it later from the case file. "So that's how it is. Officer Jiang, you've reviewed the case files. It seems you also have suspicions about Qinghua's death. I wonder if you've suspected Zhao Ting?"

"I do have some suspicions. I asked Zhao Ting, and he told me the reason Qingling jumped, although it differed from what he told the police. He said he lied to the police to protect Qingling's reputation. I can't question him; Qingling is dead. Another person who could prove Zhao Ting's story is Deng Feng, but Deng Feng has already fled the country."

Neither of them was really interested in the movie, and they left halfway through. Outside the theater, in the bright light, Jiang Xueqing finally saw the man who had asked her out. Qinghua's attire was mature, but he looked to be only in his early twenties. "Can you tell me your name?"

"Fang Yulong."

"Are you Qinghua's comrade-in-arms?"

Qinghua stopped and turned to look at Jiang Xueqing beside him, saying, "We are now Qinghua's comrades-in-arms." Qinghua was referring to their current collaboration in investigating Qingling's death. Jiang Xueqing understood what Qinghua meant, but she felt that Qinghua was implicitly acknowledging her suspicions.

In front of Fang Daming's small house was a small garden planted with many precious flower varieties, even the most common roses, including the renowned "Peace" variety. Now, several ordinary autumn chrysanthemums had appeared in the garden. Several azaleas had been removed to accommodate these chrysanthemums. The garden already had several pots of premium chrysanthemums, and the Fang family couldn't understand why Qinghua would like these ordinary autumn chrysanthemums. These white-purple chrysanthemums, in terms of color and flower shape, couldn't compare to those premium varieties; they were as common as wildflowers from the mountains. But Fang Daming said that although these ordinary autumn chrysanthemums weren't as beautiful as the precious varieties, they were frost-resistant, better embodying the chrysanthemum's resilience against frost, and were also easy to care for. Since Qinghua liked these chrysanthemums, he could plant some.

The weather was lovely over the weekend; although it was still quite hot at midday, by three or four o'clock it had a crisp, clear autumn feel. Qinghua watered the newly planted chrysanthemums with a spray bottle. Outside the flowerbed was a narrow cement path. Qinghua was focused on watering the chrysanthemums when someone bumped into him.

The girl who bumped into him was about eighteen or nineteen years old, texting on her phone. "You…" The girl was displeased at being bumped into and was about to question Qinghua about what had happened, but seeing Qinghua watering the chrysanthemums, she realized she had bumped into him. Seeing it was Fang Daming's small building, the girl stopped talking, glanced at Qinghua, and walked away.

Qinghua had lived in the compound for over half a month. Although he didn't go out much, he had seen many people pass by the small building, but he had never seen this girl before. The girl was very pretty, with phoenix eyes, delicate eyebrows, and exquisite features. In terms of beauty, she might not be as pretty as Fang Ying, but she was more mature, and her slightly angry expression gave her a very aloof feeling. Perhaps Fang Ying was also aloof in front of others, but in front of Qinghua, Fang Ying showed more of a charming allure.

The girl was wearing a tracksuit, the pure cotton fabric looking soft and close-fitting. Qinghua's gaze unconsciously focused on the girl's buttocks. Her hips weren't fat, but they were full, round, and perky, giving Qinghua an urge to rush over and slap them a few times. Qinghua knew this was a bad habit he'd developed with the women in the Fang family.

"What, you've got your eye on that girl?" Fang Lan teased him, seeing Qinghua staring at the girl's back. Hearing Fang Lan's melodious voice, Qinghua wanted nothing more than to slap Fang Lan's alluring buttocks. "Mom, who is she?"

Fang Lan asked, looking in the direction the girl had disappeared. "Xiaolong, if you've got your eye on another girl, Mom can help you, but not her. She's Deputy Secretary Zhang's daughter, she's studying at N University, she just arrived this year." Qinghua seemed to understand. Deputy Secretary Zhang was the third most powerful person in the province, outwardly amicable with Fang Daming, but in reality, they were fighting tooth and nail for the top position.

That evening at dinner, Qinghua told Fang Lan he wanted to go to work. Qinghua's suggestion left the Fang family in disbelief. "Xiaolong, why did you decide to go to work with Mom?"

"Mom works too hard, I want to help her." Qinghua's words deeply moved Fang Lan; this was a completely different feeling from satisfying her in bed. Fang Daming and Xia Zhuyi were also happy. Fang Daming felt that his "silly grandson" was becoming more and more normal, while Xia Zhuyi believed that Qinghua was moving closer to the Fang family's financial power. Although it was still far from her expectations, Qinghua starting work at the company was the most solid step forward. Only Fang Ying found Qinghua's decision to go to work amusing, asking him what he would learn.

"I can learn if I don't know how." Qinghua glared at Fang Ying, thinking that he must find an opportunity to "educate" her, to make her understand that everything had to be done according to his will.

"Xiaolong, how about this, next week Mom is going to H City to investigate investments, you can come with me to H City. But you have to promise Mom that when we get to H City, you'll observe and learn as much as possible, and try to talk as little as possible."

H City? Qinghua thought of the beautiful mayor with whom he had a one-night stand. He figured he might even see this sexy and charming mayor again during his trip to H City with Fang Lan.

The investment promotion results in H City were less than ideal; only a few small projects reached an agreement, the largest of which was the cooperation project with Fang Lan. Xu Haibo led the team back to H City somewhat disappointed. Han Shuhua, however, took leave from the team because her hometown was in Dongshan, and she wanted to go home to visit. To the surprise of the entire investment promotion team, Han Shuhua brought Mr. Guo back to H City, and rumors even circulated that Mr. Guo was planning to invest in a factory there.

Xu Haibo was furious, believing that Han Shuhua was going against him and the entire investment promotion team. He questioned Han Shuhua about why she hadn't invited Mr. Guo to the investment promotion meeting, wondering if she was afraid the team would steal her credit.

“Mayor Xu, I think you’ve misunderstood. I met Mr. Guo when I returned to Dongshan. He was there for an inspection tour, and someone introduced us. I explained H City’s investment environment and advantages to him in detail, which is why he agreed to come to H City with me. As for whether Mr. Guo has any investment intentions, I’m not sure.”

Xu Haibo was speechless after hearing Han Shuhua’s words. After a moment, he said to Han Shuhua, “Vice Mayor Han, you should have notified the city earlier after you invited Mr. Guo so that we could have made proper arrangements for his reception.”

“Mayor Xu, this was my mistake. I was so happy that Mr. Guo agreed to come that I forgot about this. Fortunately, the city made some preparations for this investment promotion, and Mr. Guo was quite satisfied with our hospitality.”

Xu Haibo knew that Han Shuhua’s so-called preparations were her own arrangements, but since Han Shuhua claimed it was the city’s arrangement, he had nothing to say and could only leave dejectedly.

At the Hongyun Hotel, Han Shuhua hosted a banquet for Fang Lan and others. Accompanying Han Shuhua were two directors from the Industry Bureau and two general managers from the municipal Xingda Company, with whom she was preparing for a joint venture. Sending such a large entourage to welcome Fang Lan was a sign of considerable respect. Han Shuhua, the Standing Committee Vice Mayor in charge of the city's industry, was the leader of the group. Although young and beautiful, she exuded official authority. Those in official circles knew that Han Shuhua, despite her young age and lack of family connections, must have powerful backers to have reached her position. Although these bureau chiefs and factory directors didn't know who was behind Han Shuhua, they knew that this young and beautiful mayor was not to be offended. Several men accompanied her, giving the impression of old eunuchs accompanying a young empress dowager. Qinghua stood behind Fang Lan, watching Han Shuhua. The beautiful mayor wore a black suit, which looked somewhat somber, but the well-tailored suit accentuated her graceful figure. Han Shuhua was somewhat surprised to see Qinghua following behind Fang Lan, but her expression remained calm. Her gaze swept over Qinghua before landing on Fang Lan, and she warmly welcomed Fang Lan and her group into the hotel.

"Welcome, President Fang, to H City. I hope our cooperation can be finalized soon. Let me first toast President Fang." Although Han Shuhua was a woman, she drank with great gusto.

"Mayor Han, I heard you invited Mr. Guo from Hong Kong to H City for an inspection. You must have been very busy these past few days. I didn't expect you to personally come to welcome us; you're too kind." "

President Fang, you're very well-informed. However, Mr. Guo has already been personally received by Mayor Xu Haibo, and Secretary Liu will meet with him tomorrow, so there's no need for me to go. To be honest, I couldn't have invited Mr. Guo on my own. It was the provincial leaders who recommended H City to him, and Mr. Guo happened to be inspecting Dongshan. The provincial leaders gave me an opportunity to arrange a meeting with him, and I didn't expect Mr. Guo to be persuaded. President Fang, you also know about the situation at this investment promotion conference. Although we invited many guests, very few actually showed any investment intention. Many people still have doubts about the investment environment of H City. We need people like President Fang to promote H City to our business friends in the province."

"That's for sure. This time we came to H..." "Mayor Han, we'll need your continued support. On behalf of Dongfang Company, I'd like to offer a toast to Mayor Han and the two bureau chiefs."

At the dinner table, cups flowed back and forth, and Qinghua also had a couple of drinks, her eyes frequently glancing at Han Shuhua, making Han Shuhua feel very uncomfortable. Although many men had shown interest in her at various events, Han Shuhua could pretend she knew nothing. But Qinghua was different. A week ago, the two had a one-night stand; perhaps that bastard was still thinking about that night. Han Shuhua felt a flush rise in her face thinking about that night. She was only thinking about how to escape the situation and hadn't realized that this little bastard was an imposter, and she had been tricked into sucking his genitals. Thinking of this, the beautiful mayor, who had drunk some wine, blushed.

After the meal, the group went to conduct an on-site inspection. The industrial park planned for H City wasn't far from the city center, but it felt very remote. Many of the original villages had been demolished, but few factories had been built. Driving from the city center, Qinghua only saw four or five decent factories. Qinghua had served in the military in the west and knew the differences between east and west were significant, but he hadn't expected the differences between north and south to be so substantial. Even within the same province, H City lagged considerably behind several southern cities.

Approaching Xingda Company, he saw a large perimeter wall in the distance. Qinghua thought, "Finally, a large-scale factory!" He didn't know much about Fang Lan's proposed joint venture with Xingda. Seeing Xingda's scale, comparable to Fang Lan's factory in Dongshan, why would they need Fang Lan's investment? Entering the company, Qinghua understood. The company had acquired a large plot of land, presumably intending to build a large enterprise, but only two workshops had been built. It seemed business hadn't been as good as expected, and the investment had stalled halfway.

Inside, Xingda's CEO accompanied Dongfang Company's professionals to inspect the workshops. The director of the Industrial Bureau, having other commitments, left after arriving at the company, leaving only the deputy director Qinghua had met at the investment conference with Han Shuhua—clearly someone Han Shuhua trusted. A wicked thought crossed Qinghua's mind: could the two be having an affair? Of course, if their roles were reversed, Qinghua would be certain they were having an affair.

Professional matters should be handled by professionals; Han Shuhua and Fang Lan's conversation was rather casual. Qinghua wouldn't speak in this situation, but Han Shuhua unexpectedly brought up him, much to Qinghua's surprise.

"President Fang, I didn't expect your team to be so young. In a team like this, one feels young at heart. I was quite surprised to see Assistant Fang earlier. I really didn't expect him to be President Fang's man."

Han Shuhua was also surprised by Fang Lan's words and turned to ask Qinghua, "Yulong, do you know Mayor Han?"

Qinghua was dumbfounded by Han Shuhua's question. Throughout the meal, Han Shuhua hadn't spoken to him; he assumed she would pretend not to know him. He hadn't expected her to say she knew him now. He wondered what this woman was up to.

"Oh, it was when I came out of the movie that day that I accidentally bumped into Mayor Han. I didn't even recognize her at the time, but when I saw Mayor Han again today, I remembered that it was Mayor Han I bumped into that night. Mayor Han, I'm so sorry about that night, did I hurt you?"

Qinghua smiled broadly, looking very sunny, but only Han Shuhua knew how lewd his smile was. Maybe he was thinking about how he had been on top of her and bumping into her that night. Han Shuhua smiled and said, "No, it was my fault that day. I was only focused on making a phone call while we were walking and didn't notice Assistant Fang. Assistant Fang, did you have something urgent that day?"

"Oh, nothing much, just catching a train."

Gradually, Qinghua and Han Shuhua fell behind the others again. "Sister Han, what are you putting on this time?"

"What, are you scared now?" Han Shuhua glared at Qinghua fiercely, but in Qinghua's eyes, she didn't have the intimidating aura of a deputy mayor at all, but rather a bit charming.

"What am I afraid of? I'm just a little surprised by Sister Han's actions. I thought you would pretend not to know me, then I wouldn't have a chance to talk to Sister Han."

"Then what do you want to say to me? Are you going to pretend to be a mysterious investigator again?" Han Shuhua said irritably.

"I am, but the timing isn't right. How about we arrange a time later?" Qinghua seized the opportunity. In his opinion, Han Shuhua would never mention that night again. Now that Han Shuhua was taking the initiative to talk to him, did that night make her feel good and want to continue their "relationship"? Seeing that the man beside her showed no remorse, Han Shuhua glared at Qinghua with contempt and made Qinghua give her her phone number. After getting Qinghua's phone number, Han Shuhua didn't talk to Qinghua anymore, but quickened her pace to catch up with Fang Lan and the others.

Fang Lan was asking the deputy director about the actual situation of Xingda Company. The deputy director was only telling half the story, making it obvious that there was something hidden. Han Shuhua happened to hear Fang Lan's words and picked up the conversation. Seeing Han Shuhua and Fang Lan talking, the deputy director came over to speak with Qinghua and Qiu Xiaoyan.

"President Fang, to be honest, Xingda's boss, Zheng Mingyuan, is quite a hard-working private entrepreneur here. He used to work in the south, in this industry, and found the profits considerable. After making his first fortune, he acquired a company that originally belonged to the city's Industry Bureau, with each party holding 50% of the shares. He manages the company, while the Industry Bureau only supervises. Unfortunately, production and operation are two different things. Zheng Mingyuan is very skilled in production management, but his overall management is clearly lacking. Xingda has been established for several years, but it's been stagnant. As an investor, Zheng Mingyuan is unhappy with the city's plan to use Xingda for investment, fearing his assets will be embezzled during the restructuring, hence his resistance. However, President Fang, you don't need to worry about these issues. Before the investment promotion, the city has already negotiated with President Zheng that the newly formed company will redistribute shares according to the original allocation. If President Fang wants to buy Zheng Mingyuan's shares, you can talk to him."

Han Shuhua then told Fang Lan about the industrial situation in H City. She said that she had been in H City for over a year, and the industrial zone hadn't changed much. The companies there were all established a few years ago when Fang Daming became governor and proposed the Northern Development Strategy. Although their operations were stable with slight growth, expanding production wasn't easy. "Although Xingda Company's situation isn't ideal, the factory is newly built, and the city wants to find an industry partner before things deteriorate to the point of no return

. If you have any conditions or opinions about cooperation, Ms. Fang, please bring them up so we can exchange ideas." Fang Lan hadn't expected Han Shuhua to reveal Xingda Company's past to her; it seemed a bit too enthusiastic. Even with Fang Daming's involvement, if others in H City knew about Han Shuhua's words, it would definitely have a negative impact on her. After talking with Fang Lan, Han Shuhua excused herself and left. Watching Han Shuhua's departing figure, Fang Lan couldn't help but feel a little suspicious. Along the way, Han Shuhua and Qinghua had talked quite a bit, which Fang Lan didn't see as Han Shuhua being courteous or approachable. Of course, Fang Lan wasn't suspicious of the relationship between Qinghua and Han Shuhua, but rather of Han Shuhua's motives. After everyone had walked around the workshop, Fang Lan pulled Qinghua aside and asked him what he and Han Shuhua had talked about.

"Nothing much, just asking what my impression of Xingda Company was, and that we should contact her next time we come to H City, and she'll help us with the arrangements."

"Han Shuhua's motives seem a bit impure."

"Impure motives? Mom, could this Mayor Han possibly have some ulterior motive towards me?" Qinghua feigned surprise.

“Xiaolong, there are some things you don’t understand. I think she’s most likely seen through your identity, but she’s deliberately not saying so. She wants to befriend you so you can speak for her in front of the old man. I suspect she’ll try to get close to us again. Xiaolong, just listen to what she says, don’t take it seriously.”

Qinghua couldn’t help but sigh at Fang Lan’s sensitivity to such matters. Han Shuhua had only said a few words to him, and Fang Lan had already guessed Han Shuhua’s motives. It seemed he had to keep up appearances with Han Shuhua, otherwise, Fang Lan might see through his act right under her nose.

That evening, Zheng Mingyuan, the CEO of Xingda Company, hosted a banquet for Fang Lan and her party at the Hongyun Hotel. Zheng Mingyuan knew that Xingda’s restructuring was a done deal, and he also had some understanding of Dongfang Company, knowing that Dongfang Company was a leader in the industry in the province. As long as Xingda Company was revitalized, although his shareholding would decrease, his future profits would only increase. Moreover, if he wanted, he could sell his shares. For Zheng Mingyuan, the most pressing matter was maximizing his profits in the negotiations. Of course, he knew the people at Dongfang Company might be more shrewd than him; to maximize his gains, he would have to sacrifice the interests of another shareholder. To achieve this deal undetected, Dongfang Company's cooperation was essential. Zheng Mingyuan believed that as long as his proposal was profitable for Dongfang Company, they would be willing to cooperate.

Halfway through the dinner, Han Shuhua arrived again. Qinghua's eyes lit up when she saw Han Shuhua. Han Shuhua had changed her outfit; a beige dress made the beautiful mayor look several years younger. Compared to her black suit during the day, the beautiful mayor's outfit was much more charming and lively, especially her long, slender legs encased in flesh-colored stockings. They were delicate and shapely, swaying gracefully with every step, each step seeming to touch Qinghua's heart. "I never expected this flamboyant mayor to have such beautiful legs!" Qinghua thought to herself.

Qinghua sat next to Fang Lan. Seeing Han Shuhua enter, she immediately moved her chair, asking the waiter to add a seat between them. Qiu Xiaoyan sat on Fang Lan's other side. She had wanted to move after Han Shuhua entered, but Qinghua had taken her seat first, making Qiu Xiaoyan uneasy. Others assumed Qinghua was Fang Lan's new assistant, but she knew Qinghua's status. Would Fang Lan think she, as an assistant, was being unreasonable by asking Qinghua to give up her seat? Han Shuhua also found it strange that Qinghua had offered her her seat. Only after the waiter brought a chair did she realize that Qinghua's seemingly respectful gesture towards the mayor, allowing her to sit next to Fang Lan, was actually also sitting next to him. Qinghua kept staring at the beautiful mayor beside him until she sat down, then he looked away. Fortunately, everyone at the table was focused on the sudden arrival of Han Shuhua, and no one noticed the burning glint in his eyes.

After taking her seat, Han Shuhua went straight to the point, asking Fang Lan if she was satisfied with the situation at Xingda Company. "Mayor Han, you seem very interested in this project. With your support, I think Dongfang Company and Xingda Company will reach a cooperation agreement soon."

"There's no way around it," Han Shuhua replied. "President Fang knows a thing or two about H City's situation. In the latest national city rankings, although H City is a prefecture-level city, it ranks lower than a county-level city in the south. The municipal government report says last year's fiscal revenue was several billion, with the growth rate ranking second in the province. It sounds good, but in reality, the fiscal revenue is only comparable to a county-level city in the south, and even lower than some of the stronger counties. Where does the gap lie? The gap lies in the lack of excellent industrial enterprises. I'm in charge of industry, and in over a year, I haven't achieved anything significant. Now that President Fang intends to establish a large enterprise in H City, of course I have to pay attention."

In the following conversation, Han Shuhua diligently performed her duties, telling Fang Lan about H City's advantages: cheap labor, an undeniable fact. Qinghua sat on the other side, feigning attentive listening. Under the table, a lecherous hand was pressing against the hem of the beautiful mayor's skirt, gently caressing her thigh through her stockings. From the moment Han Shuhua sat down, Qinghua began to speculate about the woman's thoughts. While Fang Lan's words made some sense, Qinghua couldn't fathom what he might say about Han Shuhua in front of Fang Daming. Could it be that this woman had experienced the blissful pleasure of their intimacy and wanted to rekindle their relationship? Qinghua thought it was entirely possible. Recalling Han Shuhua's behavior that night, her sexual senses must be highly developed; she must certainly enjoy sex. Her relationship with her husband was strained, and her affair with Fang Daming was clandestine, so her sex life was naturally unsatisfying, making a one-night stand entirely possible.

Han Shuhua seemed oblivious, continuing her conversation with Fang Lan. She reached under the table, pressed down on the back of Qinghua's hand, and then twisted it sharply, subtly forcing him to withdraw. Qinghua sat upright, his hands hanging naturally under the table, looking solemn, as if attentively listening to Han Shuhua and Fang Lan's conversation. Under the table, however, Qinghua was rubbing the spot where the beautiful mayor had pinched him.

After talking with Fang Lan, Han Shuhua turned to Qinghua and asked if he had any plans to visit any places in H City. She then introduced him to several famous sites in H City, making it sound like a casual chat between siblings. Han Shuhua smiled, appearing gentle and charming, but only Qinghua knew that she was mocking his earlier actions.

"I wonder what famous people's former residences are in H City? Mayor Han, could you please tell me?" Qinghua said sincerely, but his words were already a jab under the table. Han Shuhua was feeling quite smug when suddenly she felt something warm against her calf, rubbing against it. She immediately knew it was the man's leg beside her, but what struck her as odd was the intimate friction, as if their skin were pressed together. Han Shuhua glanced down and saw the man beside her pulling on the leg of his trousers that was pressed against hers. Looking at Qinghua again, a smug expression appeared on his face.

To Qinghua's surprise, Han Shuhua didn't back down. Instead, she hooked her foot around his calf, trapping it between her legs. Han Shuhua's stockings were smooth and thin, and her soft legs felt incredibly comfortable against Qinghua's. Qinghua couldn't help but think to himself, "This beautiful mayor is indeed very flirtatious. It seems she was just putting on an act earlier. As long as you're bold enough, you can take advantage of anything." Just as Qinghua was feeling smug, he suddenly heard the beautiful mayor say, "There are several former residences of famous people in H City. Before we talk about that, let's talk about the etiquette at banquets in H City. Tonight, General Manager Zheng is hosting. As the host, General Manager Zheng just toasted us. As guests, we should also have a representative toast General Manager Zheng in return. In H City, the youngest person toasts. I think Assistant Fang is the youngest among General Manager Fang's group, so he should definitely toast. Don't you all agree?"

Hearing Han Shuhua's words, Qinghua realized he'd been tricked by the flamboyant mayor. What kind of ridiculous rule was this? Han Shuhua was clearly trying to embarrass him. Unfortunately, no one at the table knew what the young assistant, Xiao Fang, and the mature, beautiful mayor had been doing under the table. Hearing Han Shuhua's words, they assumed she was just trying to liven things up and nodded, urging Qinghua to offer the toast.

If no one was watching, Qinghua could easily pull someone out with a little force, but the problem was, Han Shuhua's words had brought everyone's attention to him, even the waiter standing nearby was watching. He couldn't exert any force and could only let Han Shuhua release her leg herself.

"Mayor Han, do you really have such a rule here?"

"Of course, you can ask President Zheng if you don't believe me."

H City certainly didn't have such a drinking etiquette, but Han Shuhua having Qinghua represent the guests to toast the hosts was a way of giving him face. Only someone of Han Shuhua's status could say such a thing, so Zheng Mingyuan naturally nodded when Han Shuhua asked him.

"Since Mayor Han has given the order, I will respectfully comply. Mayor Han, you are the host today, and on behalf of General Manager Fang, I would like to offer you a toast first."

Qinghua said, raising her glass to Han Shuhua, then slowly stood up. Han Shuhua had expected Qinghua to decline the toast and give her a lecture, but unexpectedly, Qinghua toasted her. Seeing Qinghua slowly stand up, Han Shuhua had no choice but to loosen her legs and stand up as well.

Zheng Mingyuan had a good relationship with Director Gao of the Industry Bureau, so Xingda Company was nominally under the supervision of the Industry Bureau, but in reality, Zheng Mingyuan was the one in charge. Director Gao was Han Shuhua's subordinate, but not a confidant; the deputy director who served Han Shuhua was. Director Gao was about to retire, and Zheng Mingyuan needed to get things done before Director Gao stepped down, otherwise, it would be difficult for him to manipulate the investment and restructuring matters once the deputy director took over. Originally, Zheng Mingyuan had intended to use this dinner to test Fang Lan, but he hadn't expected Han Shuhua to suddenly appear. Zheng Mingyuan, of course, dared not discuss the investment and restructuring matter with Fang Lan in front of Han Shuhua. He could only follow Han Shuhua's lead and start talking about the human stories of H City. This made the atmosphere at the table more lively, and everyone chatted casually. As Fang Lan spoke, she kept an eye on Han Shuhua and noticed that Han Shuhua spoke half of her words to Qinghua, which further confirmed her suspicions from earlier that day.

Fang Lan and her group stayed at the Hongyuan Hotel. After the dinner, Qinghua and Fang Lan went upstairs to rest. In Fang Lan's room, Qinghua hugged Fang Lan from behind, greedily inhaling the feminine scent emanating from her body. Fang Lan pressed her hands against Qinghua's, preventing him from moving them upwards, and leaned her head slightly against Qinghua's shoulder, letting him nibble on her earlobe. "Alright, baby, you can't do anything reckless outside. Just bear with it for a few more days. Once we get back to Lingjiang, you can move into our house. Then you can do whatever you want, Mommy will be there for you."

Qinghua knew that Fang Lan wouldn't share a room with him in a hotel, so he could only gently rub his thigh against Fang Lan's buttocks to satisfy the lust that Han Shuhua had aroused at the dinner table. Afraid that she couldn't hold back, Fang Lan broke free from Qinghua's embrace and made him sit down and talk to her.

"Xiaolong, Han Shuhua just told you about the famous historical sites in H City. Which places would you like to visit?"

"H City isn't a tourist city, there's not much to do there, it's far inferior to Lingjiang. The only famous places are a few former residences of famous people. How about we visit those tomorrow and pay our respects to the revolutionary predecessors?"

"Hmm, that's a good idea. We'll visit the former residences of revolutionary predecessors tomorrow. I wonder if Mayor Han will have time to come over."

"No way, she must be very busy." "

I know her work schedule. Unless something extremely urgent happens, she arranges her own work, whether she's free or not is entirely up to her. Han Shuhua didn't talk much about investment promotion tonight, but she talked to you quite a bit. I guess she wants to build a good relationship with you these next few days, so she'll likely come to see us again tomorrow. Besides, we're her invited guests, so this is part of her job."

"Why is she deliberately getting close to me? Wouldn't it be better to get on Mom's good side?"

“Silly boy, Mom is a woman, and she's a woman too, understand?” Qinghua nodded, seemingly understanding.

Qinghua returned to his room, took a shower, and went to sleep. Half-asleep, he heard his phone ring. He checked it and saw it was already past eleven. When he saw the text message, he sat bolt upright in bed. It was from Han Shuhua, containing only a few words: “I’m in room 516.” Qinghua hummed a song as he dressed, feeling a sudden surge of happiness. It turned out Han Shuhua had asked for his number that afternoon so they could meet that evening. This beautiful mayor seemed incredibly lonely; he even acted all serious when he touched her thigh that night—a natural-born actress.

The corridor was empty. Qinghua lived on the sixth floor and went down the stairs. When he found room 516, he discovered it was on the side of the building, behind what appeared to be the canal. It was very quiet at night, unlike the rooms where Qinghua and his friends lived, which faced People's Park and offered a view of H City's bustling night scene.

Since becoming the Standing Committee member and Vice Mayor of H City, Han Shuhua has come to understand the allure of power. She is now one of the most powerful figures in H City, surrounded by entourage wherever she goes. Further advancement in the short term is impossible, even with Fang Daming's backing. Fang Daming's plan is to first transfer Han Shuhua back to the provincial capital, find her a quiet, low-ranking department, get her promoted to the full department level, and then transfer her out of the province in two or three years—a much easier path than Han Shuhua accumulating seniority in lower-level positions.

Han Shuhua doesn't disagree with Fang Daming's proposed route, but she has her own ideas. Fang Daming is indeed the governor now, and he wields considerable power in the provincial capital. But if he can't take over as Party Secretary, he'll either be transferred to another province or a central ministry, or he'll have to retire. In either case, Fang Daming's influence within the province will drastically decline. What if she's transferred to the provincial capital and ends up in a low-ranking, insignificant department? What good will a promotion to full department level do?

Besides, Fang Daming is already quite old. At his age, it's hard to say how much attraction women still hold for him. Han Shuhua wasn't confident she could hold onto him. If she were transferred back to the provincial capital, Fang Daming would become the secretary, but he wouldn't be interested in her anymore, and naturally wouldn't care about her affairs. She would still be wasting her years in a powerless department. Especially since Fang Daming wanted to transfer her back in the first half of next year, Han Shuhua carefully studied the various departments in the province. The most likely places for her to end up were the Forestry Bureau, the Tourism Bureau, and the Water Resources Bureau—places where it was difficult to achieve anything significant. Han Shuhua didn't want to go to any of these three places; she'd rather stay in her current position for a few more years—it was safer for her.

Qinghua knocked on the door, and it opened quickly. It was dark inside, with only a sliver of cold moonlight filtering through the half-drawn curtains. "Sister Han, why aren't you turning on the light? Are you trying to save on room rate?" Qinghua locked the door and went to turn on the light, but heard Han Shuhua say, "Don't turn on the light."

Qinghua withdrew her hand. Han Shuhua was already standing by the window, the pure moonlight shining on her, making her look noble and dignified. She didn't look like someone who had arranged to meet a man for an affair. Qinghua walked to the window, put his arm around the beautiful mayor's slender waist, and chuckled, "Sister Han, you know this place very well. You know this room is secluded, a good place for a date."

"What nonsense are you talking about? I used to entertain clients here, and if I didn't want to go home at night, I would ask the waiter to find me a quiet room, and they arranged this for me." Han Shuhua said, trying to push the man away, but found that he was holding her tightly and she couldn't break free.

"Isn't your home in H City? Aren't you going home tonight?"

"Sometimes I don't want to go home when it's late." Han Shuhua spoke calmly, which showed how bad her relationship with her husband was, even worse than sleeping in the same bed but dreaming different dreams.

"Sister Han, it's getting late, shouldn't we get things done sooner?" Qinghua said, pulling Han Shuhua towards the bed.

"Can you stop thinking about that? I have something to tell you."

“Let’s talk as we do it, just like last time, isn’t that harmonious? I know Sister Han is a woman, and I have to act proper, but now it’s just the two of us, not at a banquet. Who are you trying to impress? At the banquet, Sister Han was holding me very tightly.” Qinghua said, slipping his hand under Han Shuhua’s skirt. He hadn’t been able to touch her much at the banquet before Han Shuhua pushed him away, so now

he wanted to have his way. These words made Han Shuhua feel the shamelessness of the man beside her, but she couldn’t get angry, since she needed his help. Qinghua had adjusted to the dim light in the room and could vaguely see a hint of anger on the beautiful mayor’s face, which was quite alluring. He hugged the beautiful mayor even tighter and brought his lips to her red lips. At first, Han Shuhua kept her lips tightly closed, but Qinghua was hugging her so tightly that his hand, which had been caressing her thigh, slipped inside her panties, rubbing her buttocks vigorously, his fingertips occasionally probing into the sensitive cleft of the beautiful mayor’s buttocks. To Han Shuhua, the man beside her was like her little brother, yet he was incredibly skilled at touching her buttocks, especially when his fingertips probed into her cleft, as if the desires hidden deep within her were being unearthed by the man. Han Shuhua finally opened her mouth, and Qinghua's tongue plunged in, hooking the beautiful mayor's tongue and sucking wildly.

"Mmm..." Han Shuhua pushed Qinghua's chest away, took a deep breath, and began to tell Qinghua about her situation. Qinghua finally understood Han Shuhua's intentions. Her behavior today was merely to create the impression that they were very compatible in front of Fang Lan, laying the groundwork for her to recognize Han Shuhua as her godmother, thus making it seem natural for him to speak up for her in front of Fang Daming. Little did she know that Fang Lan had seen through her scheme at a glance.

"I overheard you talking about this on the phone last time. Why? Are you tired of him?"

"No, I want to stay in H City. I want to spend more time with my daughter. I'm a woman, and I often feel very lonely." "

If that's the case, you can definitely bring your daughter with you. I don't think that's difficult for you, right?"

"I...I have my difficulties. My husband won't agree."

"Given your relationship, you should get a divorce. If you want the child, you'll definitely get custody."

"Divorce? Can I get a divorce like this? There are already so many rumors going around. If I get divorced, who knows what will happen? You probably don't understand. If I could get a divorce, I would have done it already."

"Then you should have another child. One for each of you shouldn't be a problem, right?"

"I don't want to have another child with him...Can we stop talking about this? Are you willing to help me or not?"

"Sister Han, I really can't help you with this. He must have his reasons for arranging things this way for you. It's not appropriate for me to speak on such a big matter. I'm only good at helping you relieve your loneliness."

"Forget it, I knew you wouldn't agree. A woman like me, someone like you would just play around and forget about, you wouldn't take it to heart."

"Sister Han, do you think your plan is good? You think it's normal for us to meet by chance and become friends, but what about others? Will everyone think our meeting was by chance? What do you think he'll think? He'll only think you deliberately approached me and used me. That's the kind of thing he hates the most."

Han Shuhua listened to Qinghua's words and fell silent, as if she had suddenly figured out a lot of things. Han Shuhua suddenly chuckled self-deprecatingly, "Yes, when I saw you during the day, I only thought about getting you to speak for me. I never imagined it was just wishful thinking on my part. You're right, how could he not see through the ruse?"

"Sister Han, actually, it's good that you went back to the provincial capital. The work will definitely be easier than being the deputy mayor. What's the point of a woman fighting for power and profit? Isn't life all about being relaxed and carefree?"

"Relaxed and carefree? How do you think I am now?"

"Not bad. At noon, those grown men were all smiling and flattering you. Sister Han, you're really impressive."

"Powerful and imposing? Have you ever been afraid of me? Even someone like me got messed up by a little hooligan like you, what power or imposingness is there to speak of?" At this point, Han Shuhua became somewhat agitated. "Easy and carefree? That's the kind of life only a little hooligan like you can have. How many years older is your mother than me? How much money does she have? That's what it means to live an easy and carefree life. If I don't seize this opportunity to accumulate some capital, who knows what I'll become in the future."

Even Qinghua, who was usually thick-skinned, couldn't help but blush after hearing Han Shuhua's words. "Sister Han, actually, it's not a bad thing that he transferred you back to the province. How much do you think you can achieve in H City, or how much benefit can you gain? Like you said, H City is not even as good as a county-level city in the south. I heard that many officials who are transferred to other places would rather be the secretary of a county-level city in the south than the mayor of H City. Perhaps the old man's arrangement is for you to return to the province, and if you are transferred again, you will be transferred to another city."

Han Shuhua thought about it and felt that Qinghua's words made sense, so she asked Qinghua if she had heard something from Fang Daming. Qinghua said, "No, not at all. But if there's an opportunity later, I can put in a good word for Sister Han."

"Didn't you just say your words were useless? Why are you changing your mind now?"

"The situation is different. Think about it, in H City, how much interaction do we have? If Sister Han goes to Lingjiang, we'll have more opportunities to meet, and it would seem more natural if I were to acknowledge you as my god-sister. I also need to start learning how to do business; I can't keep bothering Grandpa with every little thing. It would be best to have a mayor or deputy mayor introduce me to some connections. Then, Sister Han, you'd be the most trustworthy person."

Han Shuhua fell silent; the man beside her seemed to make more sense. Seeing that the beautiful mayor didn't speak, Qinghua pulled her onto the bed. "Sister Han, the night is too short; let's not waste time."

Han Shuhua had anticipated this outcome when she invited Qinghua over. This audacious little lecher, who dared to steal the governor's grandfather's phone to ask her out, wouldn't stop until he got his hands on her. The man's strong body pressed against the beautiful mayor, his caresses and kisses imbued with a strong possessive desire. Han Shuhua snapped out of her brief daze and pushed Qinghua away, saying, "Can't you be serious? I invited you here to talk."

"I originally wanted to talk seriously with Sister Han, but Sister Han is just too charming, I couldn't resist." Seriously? They're both adults, what serious talk in the middle of the night? They'd been hugging for so long without saying anything inappropriate. Han Shuhua was only feigning modesty; she knew a man wouldn't leave until he got what he wanted, but she had to refuse first. Seeing Qinghua wouldn't let go, and worried he might ruin her clothes, she said, "Get up first, I need to wear this tomorrow, don't wrinkle it."

Qinghua released Han Shuhua, looking at her as he took off his own clothes. The room was dimly lit, and Qinghua couldn't see how Han Shuhua did it, but the skirt came undone. The beautiful mayor took off her skirt and placed her dress together, then sat on the bed and took off her high heels as well. In the dim light, Qinghua saw the beautiful mayor pull down her narrow panties, revealing her two slender legs dangling over the edge of the bed. Because she was wearing stockings, her legs looked particularly shiny.

In terms of beauty, Han Shuhua couldn't compare to any of the women in the Fang family, but when it came to legs, none of the three Fang women could match this beautiful mayor. Qinghua suddenly remembered that he had never been with a beautiful woman wearing stockings. He had slept with Fang Lan the most, but mostly after they had showered, or when Fang Lan was at home and didn't wear stockings, or even underwear, all day. The only time he had worn stockings was in the bathroom with Xia Zhuyi, but that time they were both in a bit of a hurry, and Qinghua didn't touch Xia Zhuyi's thighs much. Besides, although Xia Zhuyi was voluptuous, she didn't have as alluring legs as the beautiful mayor's even with stockings on.

"Don't move, I'll help you!" Han Shuhua heard Qinghua's cry and turned to look at her. She saw the man beside her had stripped down to only a t-shirt; his lower body was completely dark, and she couldn't see the size of his penis. A dark red thing was vaguely visible below his abdomen, but Han Shuhua knew it was large, large enough to make her feel a throbbing sensation down there. Some men like to play a little something special at times like this. Qinghua had called her over, probably to try something special while taking off his underwear. Han Shuhua lay back on the bed, her white shirt blending seamlessly with the white sheets.

Han Shuhua felt that inviting Qinghua over tonight was a serious mistake. A playboy like Qinghua changed women like he changed clothes; how could he be infatuated with her? Even if he was bold enough to steal Fang Daming's phone to invite her out, it was only a fleeting interest. Once he got her body, he wouldn't care about her anymore. Inviting him out to discuss business was like playing with fire; she gained nothing and only got herself into trouble.

Thinking about the man's performance in bed, Han Shuhua felt a faint sense of anticipation. She was only in her thirties, at the peak of her sexual desire, but she and her husband had barely had any sex life, and her encounters with Fang Daming were limited to a few times a year. That night's experience had allowed Han Shuhua to rediscover the beauty of youth, a feeling she had never experienced before. The beautiful mayor steeled herself, thinking it was just like those wealthy but empty women hiring a male prostitute; in today's society, such things were common. With this thought, Han Shuhua felt less burdened and opened her eyes to look at the man beside the bed.

Qinghua was currently half-pressed on top of the beautiful mayor, his hands tracing the outside of her thighs towards her panties. The stockings were smooth and thin, and Qinghua was carefully feeling the mayor's body temperature. He gently lifted the mayor's delicate legs and pulled down her panties. Even at such close range, Qinghua couldn't clearly see what the mayor's vulva looked like, only knowing from memory that her butterfly-shaped vulva was beautiful. *

Smack!* Qinghua turned on the bedside lamp, its orange light shining in. Han Shuhua exclaimed in surprise, "What are you doing? Turn the light off!"

"It's so boring in the dark, I can't see anything. Aren't you afraid I'll go to the wrong room?"

With the light on, Han Shuhua could clearly see the man's large penis between his legs. It wouldn't be good if that thing were inserted into her anus. "Then go and close the curtains." Han Shuhua raised her right leg, placing her foot against Qinghua's lower abdomen to prevent Qinghua from getting closer. Qinghua touched the slippery sole of her foot and turned to close the curtains. Han Shuhua couldn't see what Qinghua looked like walking with that large penis, but she could see Qinghua's back. Under the blue t-shirt, her buttocks were quite full. No wonder he looked so good in pants; even if he were a woman, his buttocks would be top-notch.

With a whoosh, Qinghua closed the curtains and turned back to the bedside. Han Shuhua was still a little embarrassed and closed her eyes slightly. After all, the man before her was her lover's grandson, and no matter how much she went all out, she still felt some shame. The beautiful mayor lay flat on the bed, her upper body clad in a white ladylike blouse, while her lower body was completely naked—half innocent, half wanton. Especially her legs, clad in stockings, dangling over the edge of the bed,

with her slightly parted thighs revealing two red labia, making her appear incredibly lewd. Upper body a noblewoman, lower body a wanton woman. Qinghua felt that the woman before him was more stimulating to his desire than if she were naked. He grabbed the beautiful mayor's ankles and placed her on his shoulders. Han Shuhua felt her body moving outwards, and then her buttocks pressed against the man's thighs. Come on, come on! This night would only leave her with another unforgettable night, and then nothing more. Thinking of this, Han Shuhua actually felt a little regretful.

The woman's genitals were right in front of his crotch; if he just thrust his hips forward, his penis could penetrate the beautiful mayor's vagina. Qinghua's hands moved down the beautiful mayor's ankles, his eyes fixed on her crotch. The mayor's vulva was slightly open, revealing sparse pubic hair. Qinghua could see clearly, yet felt something was missing. Looking at the stockings on her thighs, Qinghua thought of women in adult films wearing pantyhose, with a large hole cut in their crotch to expose their buttocks—that would be far more lewd than the mayor's current state. He vowed to make the mayor wear such stockings someday, and then forcefully rip them open… Qinghua gripped the mayor's thighs tightly, rubbing his glans against the cleft before thrusting inside. (

Chapter 12, April 18

) Qinghua withdrew. Although he had just touched the woman's buttocks, it clearly hadn't stimulated his most sensitive areas. Moreover, the mayor had only been focused on talking to him, not wanting him to concentrate on this matter, so her vagina was still moist. Qinghua had only inserted the head of his penis before feeling dryness and had to withdraw. Seeing the man go in and then back out, Han Shuhua couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong?"

"Sister Han, your vagina is so tight and astringent. I'll help you get some lubrication. Sister Han is so sensitive, you'll be wet soon." Hearing Qinghua's words, Han Shuhua blushed, because the man's fingers quickly entered her vagina.

Han Shuhua closed her eyes in shame, trying not to think about what was happening, but the image of the man's fingers touching her vulva kept flashing before her eyes. Even before she felt any lubrication, she was already itching. As the man's fingers probed her vulva, his thumb was rubbing her clitoris, fiddling with it like a child playing with a toy.

A woman's clitoris is like a tender new bud, incredibly delicate, and the man's fingers' constant manipulation made her tremble. Han Shuhua unconsciously twisted her body, as if trying to break free from the man's fingers, yet also as if trying to tighten the grip on them. Lustful fluids seeped continuously from the mayor's vagina, and in a short while, the beautiful mayor's vagina was wet, wetting the man's fingers and even his palms. Qinghua mounted her again, his large glans easily opening the beautiful mayor's tender vagina.

"Mmm..." Han Shuhua let out a soft moan. This time, she clearly felt the strange sensation of the man's penis entering her body. Although she couldn't see anything, she could see in her mind that her vagina was expanding and tearing open under the pressure of the man's penis...

Qinghua's hands caressed the beautiful mayor's jade legs back and forth, his penis entering slowly, as if carefully exploring the beautiful mayor's vagina. Although Qinghua had done the foreplay, this time the entry was smooth, but Qinghua still felt the resistance created by the vaginal compression. He thrust back and forth a few times, feeling the smoothness, before wrapping the beautiful mayor's jade legs around his waist and beginning to thrust vigorously and quickly.

Qinghua hadn't been thrusting for long when Han Shuhua cried out, "Oh...stop for a second."

Qinghua froze. He'd already gone in; was Han Shuhua going to stop? "Sister Han, what's wrong?"

"You...let's go to the sofa chair, don't get the bed dirty." Qinghua laughed. It turned out Han Shuhua knew he was wet and was worried about getting her juices on the bed. Last time Qinghua booked the room, so she didn't have to worry about that. This time, she booked the room, and if people knew she'd been having sex and gotten the sheets wet, it would be embarrassing.

"Yes, ma'am. I'll carry Sister Han over." Qinghua said, wrapping his arms around Han Shuhua's slender waist and lifting the beautiful mayor up. Ah! Han Shuhua cried out in surprise. Although she was still on the bed, she could already feel her lower body throbbing and aching from the man's thrusts. If her weight were on him, she felt like she'd be pierced through by his penis. "Ah...it hurts...put me down first."

"No need, Sister Han, just hold me tight, I'm sure I can carry you over." The man said, holding the beautiful mayor even tighter. Han Shuhua had no choice but to wrap her arms tightly around Qinghua's neck and hook her legs around the man's waist to reduce the pressure of her weight on their genitals. Fortunately,

it was only a few steps, and with a tingling and sore feeling, Han Shuhua was carried to the sofa chair. In those few steps, Han Shuhua felt that the man's penis was inserted into her uterus, it was so deep, she wondered if the man had damaged her down there.

*Thump! Thump!* Qinghua placed the beautiful mayor on the sofa and began thrusting vigorously, the sounds of flesh colliding echoing one after another. The mayor's two jade-like legs rested on the armrests of the chair, swaying with the man's movements. On the chair, the mayor's ladylike blouse was somewhat disheveled, her full breasts squeezed together, trembling within the blouse. Qinghua's eyes blazed with fire, his entire body burning with heat. He quickly stripped off his only remaining t-shirt and began unbuttoning the mayor's blouse. Underneath the blouse was a beige bra embroidered with blue shimmering patterns; it seemed Han Shuhua had a fondness for blue.

Han Shuhua's legs were spread wide, resting on the armrests, her entrance wide open, allowing the man on top of her to vent his most primal desires upon her. The naked body of the beautiful mayor was half-reclining in the chair, her breasts rosy and milky white, soft and smooth. Qinghua gripped Han Shuhua's snow-white breasts tightly, as if trying to rip out the beautiful mayor's heart. His thrusts became increasingly forceful. The mayor, who had been looking down, couldn't withstand the man's onslaught and tried to stretch her body, but the chair restricted her movement. She could only forcefully tilt her head back, her delicate chin facing the roaring man. Her slightly parted red lips emitted soft, seductive moans.

Qinghua lowered his head, his four hot lips pressing tightly together, silencing the mayor's moans. Suddenly, the man's mouth moved down to the mayor's delicate chin. Han Shuhua, immersed in lust, suddenly awoke, forcefully pushing the man away: "No...don't bite there...it'll leave a mark."

"If not there, then where should I bite?" Qinghua stopped, gazing at the mayor beneath him with a mature sense of conquest. Although he knew he was far from conquering the beautiful mayor, and that his current possession of her body was entirely due to Fang Daming, if Fang Daming stepped down, he and the mayor could become complete strangers.

Han Shuhua didn't speak, but pressed the man's head down onto her breasts. Qinghua naturally didn't hold back, sucking and biting the mayor's breasts, leaving deep teeth marks on her snow-white skin.

Pain and pleasure intertwined completely, and streams of lustful fluid continuously overflowed from the depths of her flower, flowing out of her body. Qinghua tasted that wonderful feeling again, even more intensely than before; his penis seemed completely immersed in the mayor's warm lustful fluid. Han Shuhua almost fainted. When she regained consciousness from her orgasm, she found that she and the man had switched places; the man was sitting on a chair, and she was sitting on his lap.

"Sister Han, did you feel good just now?" Qinghua hugged Han Shuhua, whose body was completely soaked with sweat, and water was still dripping between her spread legs.

"So good... um..." Han Shuhua was weak and pushed the man away. The man was buried in her chest, sucking her breasts alternately. "Why aren't you done yet?" Han Shuhua felt that her lower body was still swollen, and the man's penis was pressing against her clitoris. "

I'm not a quick shooter, how could this time be enough? Haven't you heard that the more you fuck, the harder the dick gets, and the more you fuck, the more horny the cunt gets? It's like the saying 'diligence leads to mastery, while idleness leads to ruin.' Sister Han, you're much horny today than the other day. You wouldn't have come the other day, but today you took the initiative to ask me out. I think you must have been so horny that you called me to relieve the itch, right? Look, your breasts were soft before, but now they're hard. I can tell you're really horny just by touching them." As Qinghua spoke, he grabbed the beautiful mayor's breast hard. Qinghua used to be a naive young man who had never heard such lewd talk before. But after serving in the army for several years, he heard it all the time. Plus, after a few months of illicit affairs with the three women of the Fang family, he now spoke such lewd things without any restraint.

Han Shuhua blushed when she heard Qinghua compare this to the saying, "Diligence leads to mastery, while idleness leads to ruin." "You little lecher, where did you hear this nonsense? Be careful you don't ruin your body at such a young age; you'll regret it later."

"Does Sister Han mean, 'Young men don't know the value of their essence, and old men weep over their cunts'?"

Pfft! Hearing this lewd remark, Han Shuhua forgot her embarrassment and couldn't help but laugh out loud. "How can you be so shameless? You're nothing like him. You were acting like a gentleman with Boss Fang at noon, but now you're a complete scoundrel."

"What's the use of being a gentleman? My motto is, a gentleman is better off giving away his sperm. Maybe Sister Han can become a woman instantly with my sperm."

Han Shuhua giggled again, "Who wants your sperm to become a woman? I wouldn't have a child with a little brat like you." Qinghua, who had been pretending to be serious, couldn't help but kiss Han Shuhua when she saw her giggling. Han Shuhua opened her red lips, and their tongues intertwined.

"Sister Han, you've had your fun, shouldn't you let me have my fun?"

"I'm too weak, you do it. Didn't you say you're young and hard?"

"Then let's switch back, you kneel on the chair." Han Shuhua knelt on the chair as Qinghua requested, facing her round buttocks towards Qinghua. Before her vaginal opening was fully closed, Qinghua thrust his erect penis inside. *Smack!* Qinghua slapped the beautiful mayor's buttocks, leaving a handprint. "Go easy on me," Han Shuhua glared at Qinghua as she turned around. It didn't matter how many marks were left on her buttocks; they'd be invisible under her skirt. Han Shuhua didn't stop Qinghua from slapping her, only asking him to be gentler. "

Sister Han's buttocks are so tempting, even a man would want to slap them a few times. If it hurts, I'll go easy on you," Qinghua said, gently slapping the beautiful mayor's buttocks, not even using his fingers to caress her cleft, or even around her anus. Coincidentally, Han Shuhua's cleft was also a sensitive area. When Qinghua's fingers pressed against it, Han Shuhua couldn't withstand the soft stimulation, her body leaning forward slightly, backing against the chair, with nowhere to escape. Qinghua grabbed the beautiful mayor's shoulder with one hand and touched her buttocks with the other, his penis continuously entering her alluring butterfly-shaped vagina.

Han Shuhua climaxed several more times, feeling utterly exhausted, but the man behind her continued thrusting. Han Shuhua felt all the fluids in her body being drained by the man, accumulating in her vagina. "Oh...stop...oh...no..." Before Han Shuhua could finish speaking, a torrent gushed from her lower body, soaking both of their thighs. Qinghua had no idea the beautiful mayor had already urinated; he only felt his penis soaking in her tight, slippery vagina, hot and pleasurable, her constantly spasming vagina sucking at his glans like a baby. Qinghua knew he was about to ejaculate, gripping the armrests tightly for one last thrust.

Ah... Han Shuhua was pressed firmly against the chair back by Qinghua, her entire body convulsing. A warm liquid splattered onto Qinghua's thighs again, even more violently than before. Qinghua finally understood what had happened: the beautiful mayor had urinated.

Han Shuhua felt a surge of pleasure, but also immense shame. She had actually urinated twice while being with the man on top of her—it was incredibly embarrassing. After recovering, Han Shuhua pushed Qinghua away and ran into the bathroom without a word. Standing under the shower, Han Shuhua removed her stockings, soaked with her own fluids and urine. Seeing Qinghua follow her naked into the bathroom, she told Qinghua to leave quickly.

"Sister Han, you've soaked all three of my legs. Come in and rinse them off."

Han Shuhua glanced at Qinghua's lower body; his once-erect penis had softened from overexertion, and his pubic hair clung to his body as if soaked. Han Shuhua turned on the shower, and warm water sprayed onto Qinghua's lower body.

"Sister Han, I never expected you..."

"Don't say anything, you go out first."

Qinghua knew Han Shuhua was embarrassed to mention urinating, so she chuckled and left. The water in the bathroom was still running; Qinghua had already dressed. He recalled the scene at the Maple Leaf Hotel. The first time he was in Han Shuhua's room, Han Shuhua was taking a shower in the bathroom. But at that time, he never thought that he would have the opportunity to possess the body of this beautiful mayor, let alone that this beautiful mayor would be such a rare and wonderful person.

In the bathroom, warm water flowed over her white breasts, the teeth marks on them clearly visible. This little scoundrel was really perverted, using so much force! Han Shuhua stroked her breasts with one hand and her buttocks with the other; both areas still throbbed slightly. But thinking of the suffocating pleasure, Han Shuhua felt the pain was worth it. Fang Daming could give her a future, but he couldn't satisfy her, and her marriage was merely a facade. Because of her social status, Han Shuhua dared not seek out other men; one wrong move and she would be ruined. Qinghua's unexpected appearance made Han Shuhua waver slightly. She feared that if she sought other men, she would be blackmailed, that men would spread rumors, but Qinghua wouldn't. He wouldn't blackmail her into doing anything other than sleeping with her; he knew what he could and couldn't say. Perhaps heaven pitied her, allowing such a man to covet her body.

The beautiful mayor's hand followed the water flow to her vulva. She couldn't understand why her vagina was leaking so much fluid under the man's penis, and why she had even urinated. Han Shuhua closed her eyes, fantasizing about the man's penis again. So hard, so thick, it was all inside, and he had ejaculated a lot of semen inside. She couldn't even hold it in when she walked; it just kept dripping down. Oh my god! That guy ejaculated inside again. Han Shuhua rinsed herself with the showerhead, and then laughed at the thought of the man's penis going limp. No matter how thick or hard a man is, in the end, he's just a soft-nosed slug, isn't he?

Han Shuhua turned off the tap, dried herself off, and wrapped herself in a large bath towel. The beautiful mayor, fresh from the bath, was even more alluring. Qinghua stepped forward and hugged Han Shuhua again. "Sister Han, you look so charming."

Seeing Qinghua, who had been exhausted just moments before, standing beside her full of energy, Han Shuhua sighed inwardly, "Youth is truly wonderful!" If it were Fang Daming, he would definitely be lying motionless on the bed. Even her husband had never been as energetic as this young man.

"It's almost one o'clock, you should go back now." Han Shuhua suppressed her inner thoughts and pushed Qinghua to the door. "Sister Han, I'll be staying in H City for two more days. Can we meet again?"

"Maybe. If I have time, I'll meet with President Fang again." Han Shuhua knew the man was referring to this affair, but she deliberately called it a business meeting. Qinghua was somewhat disappointed: "Sigh, I still want to finish what we didn't finish last time with Sister Han."

What they didn't finish last time? Han Shuhua remembered being tricked into sucking his penis last time, glared at Qinghua, opened the door and looked down into the dimly lit, empty corridor before pushing Qinghua out. Want me to give you oral sex? No way! Han Shuhua closed the door, leaned against it, and two fingers involuntarily went into her mouth. If they met again, could she escape the man's wicked desires?

To Fang Lan's surprise, Han Shuhua didn't come to see them again in the following days. She only met with Qinghua before leaving to ask about the cooperation between the two companies. H City really wasn't anything special. After visiting two former residences of famous people, Qinghua had no desire to go out anymore, and instead followed Fang Lan to learn about the company cooperation. Qinghua asked Fang Lan why they wanted to invest in H City. Fang Lan said that labor was cheaper in H City, saving about a third of the labor costs compared to Dongshan. Fang Lan then told Qinghua about Dongfang Company. Dongfang Company was located in the old industrial area of the former Dongshan County, very close to the current district government. With the construction of the new urban area, the old industrial area where Dongfang Company was located was bound to relocate in the next few years. Investing in a new factory in H City could reduce the impact of the relocation. If the situation was unfavorable in the next few years, Dongfang Company could reduce its scale in Dongshan during the relocation. In this way, the relocation would not be harmful to Dongfang Company, and it could even be an opportunity to restructure the company.

A few days after returning to Lingjiang, Qinghua and the three Fang women moved to the Lakeside Villa. To celebrate the successful renovation of the villa, the three Fang sisters and Qinghua went to a hotel for a meal. During the renovation, Qinghua and her daughter Xia Zhuyi hadn't visited the villa, only Fang Lan had gone back twice. Back at the villa, Qinghua couldn't see any changes. She followed Fang Lan upstairs to what used to be Qinghua's study, only to find it different. Qinghua's study was opposite his bedroom. Previously, it had only a small bookcase, but now the bookcase was gone, replaced by a luxurious mahogany writing desk. A large wardrobe on the north side divided the study in two, with a small door nearby. The secret of the study was naturally behind this small door.

Less than two meters behind the wardrobe was another door, leading to the elevator. This door had a combination lock. Qinghua secretly smiled; Fang Lan had ensured the safety of their comfortable home. "Mom, open the door quickly! I want to see what the basement looks like!" Not only Qinghua, but Xia Zhuyi and Fang Ying were also very curious about what Fang Lan had done to the basement.

The elevator moved slowly but quietly, almost inaudibly. The basement was less than 2.5 meters high, shorter than the two floors above ground, but Qinghua found it surprisingly spacious upon exiting the elevator. The over 100-square-meter basement was divided into three parts. The first part was the lobby, the largest, located right outside the elevator. Its main color was red, even the large-screen television on one wall had a red frame. The walls of the lobby were adorned with numerous meticulously crafted erotic paintings of various styles—classical, Japanese, and Western. Several uniquely shaped red chairs were placed near the walls. In the center stood a red leather round bed, two and a half meters in diameter. Qinghua wondered how such a large bed had managed to fit in the basement. The elevator couldn't accommodate something that big; either it was placed there before the elevator was installed, or it was assembled in the basement, as the leather bed had grooves suggesting it was assembled.

"Wow, what is this? It can be used as a bed! It's so comfortable!" Fang Ying had never seen a round bed like this before. She rolled over on it, feeling how soft and comfortable it was. Xia Zhuyi had never seen a round bed like this or those strangely shaped chairs before, but she figured it was definitely there to enhance their sexual experience. Fang Ying sat up from the round bed and saw an iron frame near the wall with a red leather chair hanging from it like a swing. She excitedly sat down. "Xiao Long, come and rock the chair for me!" Fang Ying sat on the chair, swinging her legs like a child. Qing Hua walked over, picked up Fang Ying, and slapped her bottom hard, saying, "What do you call me at home?"

"Brother Xiao Long, please push the chair for me!" Fang Ying giggled after being slapped by Qing Hua. Qing Hua stood in front of the chair and tried it out. Fang Ying raised her legs, which could easily hook around his waist, indicating that the chair's height had been adjusted to his height. Qinghua rocked the chair ambiguously, glancing at the classical-style erotic paintings hanging on the wall behind her. A woman in palace attire sat on one of these swing chairs, her skirt disheveled, her breasts half-exposed, while a man knelt before her, his head buried between her legs. Qinghua suddenly realized that the erotic paintings on the wall were meant to complement these chairs.

Fang Lan secretly glanced at Xia Zhuyi, a smile playing on her lips. Trying to seduce my son with her daughter? Let's see how well my son has trained her.

The second part was the bedroom, separated from the hall by a wooden wall with two large wooden sliding doors in the middle. Both doors were open, revealing the scene inside. The bedroom's main color was pale yellow, somewhat understated compared to the bright red of the first part. The bedroom was large; even Fang Lan's large bedroom couldn't compare. Behind the sliding doors was a passageway, dividing the bedroom into two sections. A large bed sat on the south side of the corridor, with a large television hanging on the wall opposite it. On the north side, a sofa and a wardrobe stood. The bedroom appeared normal, but Xia Zhuyi always felt it was lewd, perhaps because she knew that in the coming years, she would sleep here with her "grandson," receiving the baptism of male semen.

The third section was the bathroom, located at the far north of the bedroom, separated by a glass wall. Four glass panels displayed a series of traditional Chinese paintings of ladies against a backdrop of plum blossoms, orchids, bamboo, and chrysanthemums, clearly depicting the four seasons. While not as obscene as the erotic paintings hanging on the hall wall, the ladies exuded a modern feel, their figures graceful and alluring beneath their skirts, sparking the imagination. The bathroom's main color was light blue. In one corner was a shower room, next to which was a large whirlpool bathtub built of blue granite, large enough for Qinghua and the three Fang girls to sit in, resembling a small bathtub in a public bathroom. Outside the bathtub was a rectangular leather chair, suitable for sitting or sleeping. In Xia Zhuyi's eyes, all these things were prepared to facilitate making love.

Perhaps it was because the painting of a lady on the glass was so conspicuous, but Qinghua and the three Fang sisters all stared at the woman in the painting. Although it was a classical painting of a lady, Qinghua immediately recognized that the model for the lady in the painting was Fang Lan herself. Fang Lan was quite creative to paint her own image in such a place; even if Fang Lan wasn't home, Qinghua could still see her while bathing here.

Fang Ying and Xia Zhuyi naturally also realized that the lady in the painting was modeled after Fang Lan. Fang Ying was a little jealous, blaming Fang Lan for being too selfish, only painting her. Fang Lan smiled and said, "Xiao Ying, if you want to have this set of paintings painted, that's fine too. There's still some empty space on that wall over there. If you like it, I'll have someone paint it for you and hang it up another day. Those are real paintings; my glass crafts can't compare to real paintings." Qinghua knew that Fang Lan's paintings were computer-generated and then engraved on the glass. They looked beautiful, but they weren't actually worth much. If someone were to paint this set of meticulous brushwork paintings, a well-painted one could cost tens of thousands of yuan.

As Fang Lan spoke, she looked at Xia Zhuyi, as if asking if she wanted to paint Fang Ying's portrait. Xia Zhuyi and Fang Daming were so far apart in age; even if Fang Daming truly loved her, he couldn't satisfy the mature woman. Then Qinghua appeared out of nowhere. Although Xia Zhuyi initially resisted, she endured it to maintain her place in the Fang family. This restraint was like opening a floodgate of desire. Xia Zhuyi's performance in bed became increasingly frenzied; the beautiful woman was clearly immersed in the carnal world Qinghua brought her, bordering on illicit. Seeing Fang Lan's portrait of her on the bathroom glass wall, Xia Zhuyi felt a pang of jealousy. Hearing Fang Lan say she wanted to paint Fang Ying's portrait, she longed to paint one herself, but couldn't bring herself to ask Fang Lan, so she pretended to be nonchalant and went into the bathroom.

Xia Zhuyi's expression naturally caught the attention of Qinghua and Fang Lan. Fang Lan reached out and pinched Qinghua's waist. Qinghua asked softly, "Why are you pinching me?"

"Looks like this slut is infatuated with you. You'd better stay alert and not let her really bewitch you."

"I know, I'll listen to Mom."

"One painting is enough for me, Mom, paint one too." Xia Zhuyi was embarrassed to mention painting, but Fang Ying spoke up for her. Fang Ying didn't know what Xia Zhuyi was thinking; she just felt that since there were portraits of her and her older sister in the room, there should be one of her mother.

"Wow, this bathtub is so beautiful! It's so big, it must be so comfortable to sit in it." Fang Ying had always thought the bathtub in her older sister's bathroom was big enough, but she hadn't expected there to be an even bigger one.

"Then go and take a shower." Qinghua slapped Fang Ying's bottom, causing Fang Ying to pout and say, "Don't keep slapping me, slap my mom's bottom, my mom's bottom is big."

"You brat!" Xia Zhuyi looked a little angry, but she was secretly delighted. Having slept with Qinghua for so long, she knew men's preferences. The bottom was one of the parts men liked, and she had a bottom that Fang Lan couldn't compare to. Every time a man's hand touched her bottom, it excited her so much.

*Smack!* Qinghua's large hand slapped solidly onto Xia Zhuyi's plump bottom. After learning from Han Shuhua that Fang Daming and his sister's death were unrelated, Qinghua's attitude towards the three women of the Fang family changed. They were no longer his prey, no longer the target of his revenge. Qinghua kept telling himself that he should break off this abnormal relationship with the three women of the Fang family, but a voice in his heart told him that it was their own choice, and what was wrong with satisfying each other? Didn't he see that these three women really enjoyed sleeping with him? Qinghua knew that his desire for the three Fang girls had become like a drug, intoxicating him. Just now, after patting Fang Ying's buttocks, he felt some remorse, but he couldn't help himself; it had become a habit. It was

simply a mutual need! This was Qinghua's new assessment of his incestuous relationship with the three Fang girls. Although he felt remorse, he had accepted it in his heart. Just like now, it wasn't what he wanted; the three Fang girls had actively seduced him. Qinghua wouldn't blame Fang Ying for seducing him, because Fang Ying was only a junior high school student, and blaming her would make him feel ashamed. Fang Lan was now his mother, and he had special feelings for her, so he could only place the blame for the seduction on Xia Zhuyi. This was Qinghua's inner conviction; he wouldn't tell the three Fang girls, but he would show it. Patting her buttocks was punishment for Xia Zhuyi, because she was the one who led him astray.

Although Qinghua's slap was quite heavy, compared to his first act of violence against Xia Zhuyi, it was merely a flirtatious exchange between lovers. "Shall we take a bath now?" Now, the man slapping Xia Zhuyi's buttocks only excited her. The beautiful woman leaned against Qinghua, rubbing her breasts against his arm as she spoke. Qinghua could see the deep cleavage through her neckline with a turn of his head. "Do we have any other activities tonight? What else is there to do if we don't take a bath now?" Qinghua roughly rubbed the beautiful woman's buttocks through her pants.

The bathtub was really large, and it took several minutes to fill with water. The three women from the Fang family were soaking in the bathtub, while Qinghua, naked, sat on a leather chair. "Xiaolong, what are you doing? Come in, there's room here." Fang Lan thought Qinghua was afraid the bathtub was too small and hadn't gotten in, completely unaware of the man's inner struggle, completely unaware that the relationship between Qinghua and them had subtly changed.

Qinghua got into the bathtub. He sat between Fang Lan and Xia Zhuyi. He wanted to stay away from Fang Ying, but Fang Ying deliberately squeezed between him and Xia Zhuyi. Under Qinghua's influence, Fang Lan's influence, and Xia Zhuyi's instigation, Fang Ying completely transformed into Qinghua's submissive wife.

"Little Dragon Brother, do you think my breasts have gotten bigger again?" Fang Ying puffed out her chest next to Qinghua, who, soaking in the hot water, immediately became aroused. Fang Ying's two breasts, half submerged in the water and half exposed to the air, looked like two inverted jade bowls, easily a C-cup. Fang Ying's breasts were very white, with pale areolas, only the size of a one-yuan coin, and the light pink nipples, the size of soybeans, looked smooth.

Qinghua couldn't control himself at all, pulling Fang Ying close and grabbing her soft, smooth breasts. "Hmm, Little Ying, you've grown so fast, and you're so pretty." Fang Ying's breasts were almost conical, only the nipples were rounded. This shape of breast is less prone to sagging, like Xia Zhuyi, who, even at almost forty, still had such large breasts, only slightly sagging.

“But compared to my older sister and mother, my breasts are still too small.” Xia Zhuyi and Fang Lan were also soaking in the water. The buoyancy of the water made their breasts appear even fuller, especially Xia Zhuyi's, whose large breasts swayed violently with the current.

“Brother likes you like this; it suits your figure better.” Qinghua touched the girl's breasts with one hand, while the other hand submerged in the water, kneading her mons pubis. Fang Ying comfortably stretched out her body, letting the man behind her caress her sensitive areas. Shame, moral standards—all were thrown to the back of Qinghua's mind. At this moment, what dominated him was male hormones, an infinitely expanding desire. Fang Ying would eventually get married, and he himself would also get married, at which point his incestuous relationship with the three Fang family women would end. Since that was the case, why not enjoy this wonderful time now? Qinghua found another excuse for his lewd behavior. The thought of Fang Ying getting married filled Qinghua with intense jealousy. He picked up Fang Ying and stood up, stepping out of the bathtub. Fang Ying knew what the man wanted to do, and she wrapped her arms tightly around Qinghua's neck, kissing him on the cheek.

"Why are you in such a hurry? It's cold outside. Dry yourselves off first, or you'll catch a cold." Seeing Qinghua carrying Fang Ying out, Fang Lan quickly got up and took a large towel from the cabinet to dry them both. Suddenly, Xia Zhuyi moved the orchid and lady painting aside for Qinghua. Qinghua carried Fang Ying into the bedroom, then from the bedroom to the living room. The naked girl was thrown onto the large red round bed by Qinghua, causing Fang Ying to scream repeatedly.

The large red round bed magnified infinitely in Qinghua's eyes like a stage's halo, and Fang Ying lay within the halo like a princess, only the princess was naked. Fang Ying propped her elbows on the round bed, slightly puffing out her chest as she looked at Qinghua. Compared to a few months ago, the girl's body was a bit plumper, but she was still very delicate, especially her tender vulva exposed between her slightly parted jade legs, which was so soft it was almost dripping with moisture.

Qinghua recalled how he had feigned ignorance to seduce Fang Ying a few months ago, and how he had performed oral sex on her. Since then, he hadn't licked any woman's vulva. A surge of lust rose within Qinghua, and he pounced on the girl on the round bed like a hungry wolf.

A smacking sound rang out as Fang Ying lay softly on the round bed. The leather was a little cool to the touch initially, but Fang Ying no longer felt it. The man's tongue, like a serpent, burrowed into her narrow opening, greedily sucking the nectar from her honeyed depths. The Qinghua of today was no longer the foolish boy who had "seduced" Fang Ying; under Fang Lan's tutelage, he had become a master of seduction. As he sucked hard on Fang Ying's labia, Fang Ying felt as if her soul was being sucked out of her body by her little dragon brother.

"Oh... little dragon brother, it feels so good!"

"Is it good?" Qinghua raised his head, climbing onto the girl's breasts.

"Mmm." Fang Ying stroked Qinghua's hair, savoring the wonderful moment when the man's tongue swirled inside her. Qinghua gently bit the girl's breast, then kissed her red lips.

"Little Ying, do you want your brother to fuck you for the rest of your life?"

"Mmm. Mom and my older sister both say that at home, Little Ying is your brother's wife."

"What if you get married in the future?"

"I won't get married, but even if I do, I'll still be your brother's wife. Little Dragon Brother, fuck me quickly." As Fang Ying spoke, she guided Qinghua's penis to her vagina, and Qinghua thrust his hips in.

Three fair-skinned women knelt side by side on the large red round bed. Their three round buttocks were pressed tightly together, facing the man behind them. Qinghua thrust his hips and took turns penetrating the three women's vaginas, finally stopping at Fang Lan, who was kneeling in the middle. Of the three women, he liked Fang Lan the most. With his left hand touching Fang Ying's small buttocks and his right hand touching Xia Zhuyi's large buttocks, Qinghua was certain that no amount of money could find three such exquisite women in the brothels of Lingjiang. Qinghua, his penis erect, slid the head of his penis inside Fang Lan's vagina, watching his mother's vagina turn in and out with the friction of his penis. Qinghua really wanted to touch it with his hand.

"Xiaoying, you and your mother perform a lesbian act for me," Qinghua said, patting the two women beside him. Xia Zhuyi turned around and glared at Qinghua, very dissatisfied with his arrangement. Why should all the attention be given to Fang Lan, while she and her daughter had to play a lesbian act? She didn't believe that she and her daughter were inferior to Fang Lan; it was clearly a case of male favoritism.

Although the two had had intimate contact before, it was all accidental, or one of them would have sex with Qinghua while the other caressed them. Performing a lesbian act like this was a first for them. Both of them felt a little strange. Xia Zhuyi lay on the bed, Fang Ying rubbing against her mother's voluptuous body. Every time the mother and daughter's breasts touched, Qinghua would become aroused, and he would even dig his hands hard into Fang Lan's buttocks. Fang Lan didn't watch Xia Zhuyi and her daughter's performance, but the man's reaction behind her told her that Xia Zhuyi and Fang Ying's performance was very provocative. She squeezed her legs together, responding to the man's movements, feeling her precious son's penis sliding inside her honey hole.

Faced with the young woman's mother's response, Qinghua's reaction was naturally one of lustful outburst. After a series of intense thrusts, Qinghua picked Fang Lan up, and the two of them watched Xia Zhuyi and Fang Ying's performance together. "You little rascal, do you want Mommy to be like them?" Fang Lan knelt upright in front of Qinghua, hugging him from behind, her buttocks still bouncing as Qinghua thrust into her.

"Mommy, didn't you say that tonight you'd do whatever I wanted?" Fang Lan's back pressed tightly against Qinghua's chest, Qinghua's one hand wrapped around the young woman's mother's slender waist, the other hand forcefully kneading the young woman's mother's two large breasts, wishing he could melt the young woman's mother into his own body.

“Mmm, Mom will listen to you. Mmm… Xiaolong, hurry, Mom’s coming… coming… oh…” Fang Lan was tightly hugged by her precious son, unable to stretch her body at all. She could only arch her body and lean on Qinghua’s shoulder with her eyes slightly closed.

“Xiaoying, turn around and play 69 with Grandma Xia.” Qinghua hugged Fang Lan tightly and issued an even more lewd command. As for men’s penises, Xia Zhuyi and Fang Ying had tasted them countless times, but they had never touched a woman’s vagina. Fang Ying was very obedient. There was no psychological barrier for her. Brother Xiaolong could lick her vagina, so why couldn’t she lick her mother’s? She turned around and faced her vagina towards Xia Zhuyi. Xia Zhuyi was very embarrassed. Looking at her daughter’s opening and closing vagina facing her face, she was a little at a loss. Suddenly, something wet and soft was placed on her lower body. “Xiaoying, no…”

“Xiaoying, lick it, your mother is so horny, the bed is all wet.”

“Xiaoying, no, that’s where your mother gave birth to you. Xiaolong, tell Xiaoying to stop…”

“No, you promised to listen to me tonight, Xiaoying, tell your brother, what does it feel like to lick your mother’s cunt?”

“Hmm, my mother’s cunt is very slippery, lots of water.”

Xia Zhuyi’s face turned red. Her daughter’s tongue wasn’t very skillful, but she had an orgasm, and even leaked a lot of water. Qinghua deliberately wanted to tease Xia Zhuyi, so he released Fang Lan and inserted his penis into Xia Zhuyi’s vagina. He made Fangying and Fang Lan take turns sitting on Xia Zhuyi’s face. Fang Lan was both amused and annoyed by her son’s arrangement. Although she had always hated Xia Zhuyi and wanted to trample on her, she had never thought of having Xia Zhuyi lick her genitals. It was too lewd.

Slap! Seeing Fang Lan hesitate, Qinghua slapped Fang Lan’s buttocks. Fang Lan and Xia Zhuyi exchanged a glance, their faces flushed red. Xia Zhuyi hated Qinghua to the core; that little lecher had slept with her and then humiliated her like this—it was outrageous! Unfortunately, she couldn't resist at all; her daughter was completely conquered by this boy in this respect, obeying whatever he said. Fang Lan, needless to say, just wanted to see her humiliated. She even suspected that Fang Lan had instigated this lewd idea, just to make her suffer.

Fang Lan turned away, no longer looking at Xia Zhuyi to avoid further embarrassment. She straddled Xia Zhuyi, sticking her buttocks out and sitting down towards Xia Zhuyi's mouth. Qinghua stopped, watching Fang Lan's vulva slowly press against Xia Zhuyi's red lips. "Grandma Xia, lick it!" Seeing that Xia Zhuyi didn't open her mouth, Qinghua grabbed Xia Zhuyi's legs with one hand and slapped the beautiful woman's buttocks hard with the other. Xia Zhuyi was enjoying Qinghua's penetration when he suddenly stopped. Her vagina felt itchy, but she couldn't scratch it. She knew that if she didn't lick Fang Lan's vagina, the silly boy wouldn't let her go, so she opened her mouth and inserted her tongue into Fang Lan's slightly parted vagina. A strange taste filled the beautiful woman's mouth. Xia Zhuyi knew it was the taste of a woman's vaginal fluid mixed with a man's semen. She was familiar with this taste, having tasted Qinghua's penis many times after intercourse. But before it was Qinghua's penis, and this time it was Fang Lan's vagina, making Xia Zhuyi feel both ashamed and strange.

Seeing that Xia Zhuyi had actually licked Fang Lan's vagina, Qinghua wrapped the beautiful woman's legs around his waist and began to fuck her hard, even kissing Fang Lan and asking her how it felt. Fang Lan said coquettishly that it felt strange.

Fang Lan didn't linger on Xia Zhuyi; after being licked, she quickly left. On the large round bed, only Qinghua and Xia Zhuyi remained, making love. Fang Lan and Fang Ying watched from the sidelines, caressing their bodies.

Ah! Ah! Ah! Shame, excitement, and endless pleasure. Xia Zhuyi's moans echoed throughout the hall; here, she could do as she pleased, releasing the pent-up desires of over a decade.

Before ejaculating, Qinghua returned to Fang Lan. He lifted the young woman's legs again, thrusting his thick penis into her vagina, and began a passionate, frenzied pumping. The woman's and man's genitals intertwined once more. The vaginal walls pressed tightly against the sliding penis, their folds undulating, the gushing fluids making the thrusting both tight and slippery, accompanied by soft, squelching sounds.

Plop! Plop! After a series of powerful thrusts, the man ejaculated into the young woman's uterus. Qinghua collapsed onto the bed, his eyes meeting Fang Lan's. Fang Lan's hair was soaked with sweat and clung to her face, her cheeks flushed. Qinghua was also drenched in sweat, exhausted from conquering three women and ejaculating twice. Seeing Qinghua's sweaty face, Fang Lan gently stroked it, her touch both that of a loving mother and a tender wife.

Qinghua looked at Fang Lan without saying a word. The hormonal surge of desire subsided, and a sense of guilt returned to Qinghua. It was like the feeling he always had afterward, his hand involuntarily reaching for his crotch when looking at a computer screen. Fang Lan kissed Qinghua hard on the cheek and asked, "You little rascal, were you happy tonight?"

"Mmm!" Qinghua turned to the side, his hand again touching Fang Lan's buttocks, which were still trembling slightly. Even with his conflicted feelings, Fang Lan's body remained incredibly attractive to Qinghua.

There was no morning sunlight, no chirping of birds in the branches; when Qinghua woke up, he only heard the sound of running water in the bathroom. Through the painting of court ladies, Qinghua saw Fang Ying showering; Fang Lan and Xia Zhuyi were gone.

"What time is it?" Qinghua asked loudly.

"Just past seven, do you want to get up?" It was Xia Zhuyi who answered Qinghua; from her voice, he knew she was on the round bed in the living room. Qinghua got out of bed, wanting to see what Xia Zhuyi was doing on the round bed so early in the morning. When he saw Xia Zhuyi, his eyes were glued to her. Xia Zhuyi was wearing a set of sexy lingerie, her legs spread apart, lying face down on the round bed, her round, white buttocks facing Qinghua. To make matters worse, Xia Zhuyi was wearing a mesh bodysuit, practically naked, her buttocks and even her anus clearly visible. Good heavens, where did this slut get her lingerie? Qinghua had just woken up, and his penis was naturally erect. Seeing Xia Zhuyi like this, his glans practically reached his lower abdomen.

"Little Dragon Brother, what lingerie do you think looks good on me?" Fang Ying, having finished showering, stood by the wardrobe and asked Qinghua. Qinghua walked to the wardrobe and suddenly realized that it was full of lingerie prepared by Fang Lan, mostly sexy lingerie. Fang Ying was going to class, so she couldn't wear sexy lingerie. Qinghua chose a pink girly lingerie set for her.

"Xiaoying, what's your mom doing?"

"She's practicing yoga. She signed up for a yoga class when you went to H City last time, saying she wants to maintain her figure. Brother Xiaolong, should I go?" "

You're still too young, you don't need to, but you can try if you like, just treat it as a physical activity." Qinghua was overjoyed to hear Fangying's words. No wonder Xia Zhuyi's movements were so awkward, she had just started practicing yoga. Xia Zhuyi must have gone to yoga for him, the old woman is indeed the most seductive.

"Brother Xiaolong, you're so hard, do you want some?"

"Forget it, I'm like this every morning, you know that." Qinghua was meeting Jiang Xueqing today, and he was looking forward to it, not wanting to waste time on Fangying.

Fangying got dressed and took the elevator up. While Qinghua was showering, Xia Zhuyi also went to shower. She had heard Qinghua and Fangying's conversation earlier, and she knew that Qinghua had watched her practice yoga, and his hardness meant he was interested in her. Xia Zhuyi knew Qinghua liked Fang Ying very much, but strangely, he was even more skilled with her than with Fang Ying, which puzzled the beautiful woman. Perhaps it was because the boy grew up with Fang Lan and had a mother complex, preferring mature women.

"Let me help you shower." Xia Zhuyi walked into the shower without even taking off her sexy lingerie, or perhaps there was no need to; the mesh bodysuit barely covered any of Xia Zhuyi's skin. Her breasts, which had sagged slightly due to gravity, were now more erect under the mesh. Qinghua knew that Xia Zhuyi was wearing this to seduce him, and his somewhat limp penis began to throb again.

Xia Zhuyi applied shower gel to Qinghua's body and had him turn around. Qinghua, like a criminal, braced his hands against the wall, letting Xia Zhuyi rub his back. Xia Zhuyi hadn't done much housework, and her hands were very soft, feeling great as she touched Qinghua's back.

"Grandma Xia, I didn't know you knew this. You could work as a scrubber at the bathhouse."

"You've been to a bathhouse?"

"No, I saw it on TV... Oh, it feels so good." As Qinghua spoke, Xia Zhuyi slid one hand between his legs and gently massaged his scrotum. After a while, Xia Zhuyi stood next to Qinghua and began to stroke his penis. Qinghua couldn't hold back any longer and pressed Xia Zhuyi against the wall.

"You little rascal, what do you want to do?"

"What do I want to do? Grandma Xia, aren't you dressed like this just so I'll fuck you?"

"Who said that? You treated me like that last night, I don't want you to fuck me."

"What happened last night? You've sucked my dick after I fucked Xiaoying and my mother, it's pretty much the same as licking them."

"Your mother sucked it too, why don't you ask your mother to lick me?"

*Slap!

* "I knew you were biased."

"So, do you want me to fuck you or not?" Qinghua chuckled and touched Xia Zhuyi's vulva with one hand. A few days ago, he was even thinking about Han Shuhua wearing sexy lingerie for him to have sex with, and today Xia Zhuyi was wearing it. Qinghua hadn't noticed before whether it had a crotch opening, but now he saw it clearly. The mesh lingerie had a small hole in the crotch, perfectly revealing the beautiful woman's vulva. Qinghua gently probed with his finger and inserted it into the small opening.

"How come you've become so clever now?"

"You're always around me, how could I not know if you want it? My mother says I'm the smartest, don't you want me to be smart?"

"Of course I do, then what are you standing there for?" Xia Zhuyi raised one leg and hooked it around Qinghua's thigh, pulling the man's penis into her vulva with one hand. Smart? Who needs you to be smart? As long as you're not stupid, that's enough. If you're too smart, how can I control you?

Ah! Xia Zhuyi let out a moan, so loud that it surprised Qinghua. Perhaps this was the real Xia Zhuyi, the Xia Zhuyi who was only like this when they were together. Perhaps Xia Zhuyi was doing this to make Qinghua happy. Qinghua ignored everything and forcefully squeezed the beautiful woman's two large breasts. The mesh bra looked alluring, but it felt unpleasant to the touch, and even more unpleasant to bite. Qinghua ripped it hard, and one of the woman's breasts was exposed from the torn bra. He ripped it again, and the other breast fell out as well.

"I only wore it once, how could you tear it like that?"

"How many more times do you want to wear this thing? It's broken, it's broken. I want to eat your breasts." Qinghua lowered his head and bit Xia Zhuyi's breast, and then simply tore off the mesh fabric on her lower abdomen as well.

"Grandma Xia, your little cunt is biting me again, it feels so good."

"Eat your breasts, don't talk!" Xia Zhuyi vigorously rubbed Qinghua's hair, not letting him lift his head, and rubbed one leg against Qinghua's buttocks.

"Ah...you little rascal, I told you to eat, not bite. You always do this. I won't let you eat next time...ah...I'll let you eat, you can eat whenever you want...you're a good person."

Xia Zhuyi was turned over by Qinghua, and her two large breasts were pressed against the cold brick wall. The beautiful woman couldn't take it anymore, so she braced herself with her hands and stuck her buttocks out. *Slap! Slap! Slap!* Qinghua slapped the woman's plump buttocks hard several times, thinking to himself, "Slut! Serves you right for trying to seduce me!" Then he grabbed the woman's buttocks and thrust hard, plunging his glans deep into her core. *Ah! Ah! Ah!* Xia Zhuyi cried out again under the man's thrusts, only to be met with another round of slaps from him. (
Chapter 13, April 18th

) The two fought their way from the shower to the sink, and then from the sink to the edge of the bathtub. Qinghua's hands roamed wildly over the woman's body, and by the time he ejaculated, Xia Zhuyi's sexy lingerie was reduced to just a few black stockings.

"You little rascal, what did I do to upset you again? You hit me so hard, your butt is all red now." Xia Zhuyi rolled her eyes at Qinghua. Although her butt was red and a little sore, the beautiful woman was quite happy. The boy's forceful slaps meant she still attracted him.

"Grandma Xia, it's because your butt is so fleshy. I got addicted to slapping it and couldn't help myself." Qinghua chuckled, but felt a little embarrassed. This was the first time he had felt guilty towards Xia Zhuyi.

The two went up from the basement; Fang Lan and Fang Ying had already left the villa. After breakfast, Xia Zhuyi asked Qinghua where he was going, and Qinghua told Xia Zhuyi to take him to the city center.

"Xiaolong, I asked Aunt Liu about the nanny. She introduced me to someone from my hometown, about thirty-seven or thirty-eight years old. His family isn't well-off, but he's honest, hardworking, and good-looking. I think Aunt Liu has worked for the Fang family for so many years and knows their rules; she'll explain things clearly to her fellow villager. What do you think? If it's okay, have someone come over for a trial period after National Day." "Hmm

, the person Aunt Liu recommended shouldn't be bad. Let's have someone come after National Day." Qinghua originally wanted to take this opportunity to arrange for his elderly mother from his hometown to come and be a nanny, but he thought that the elderly couple were getting old, and it wouldn't be good for them to be separated. Besides, taking care of several people is very tiring; he'd rather find another opportunity to arrange for them later.

When they arrived in the city center, Xia Zhuyi asked Qinghua if he wanted her to take him directly to his company, but Qinghua said no, he wanted to stroll around the streets. "I'm going to an event with him tonight, so I won't be coming," Xia Zhuyi said as she left, as if she were asking Qinghua for leave because he was her husband. Qinghua nodded and waved to Xia Zhuyi.

"I thought you weren't coming today," Fang Lan teased Qinghua in the office.

"Why?"

"Why? It's because I was afraid you'd be captivated by that old vixen in black stockings."

Qinghua knew Fang Lan was fully aware of Xia Zhuyi's little schemes and said with a smile, "You didn't even tell me last night that you prepared so many nice things. I should have had Mom wear one too. Mom would definitely be sexier than her in that." Fang Lan

asked Qinghua if she had decided which department she wanted to train in. Qinghua said she'd think about it after the National Day holiday. She hadn't been to the gym in a long time, so she'd go for a bit today and then go to Jingshui Pavilion Park in the afternoon to see the National Day Carnival. She then asked Fang Lan how things were going in H City. Fang Lan said that the investment from Dongfang Company in Xingda Company was going smoothly.

Although it wasn't a day off, Jing Shui Ting Park was bustling with people because of the carnival. After meeting up with Jiang Xueqing, Qinghua walked into the park, and the crowd thinned out after passing Jing Shui Ting. The two sat down on a bench behind the artificial hill, and Jiang Xueqing took out several sheets of paper from her bag and handed them to Qinghua. They contained information about Zhao Ting's social connections.

"These are roughly Zhao Ting's social connections. That's all I can find out. His family relationships aren't too complicated. He only has one uncle who is the executive vice president of the provincial bank, which is why he became a section chief at a branch before he was even thirty. However, he seems to be involved in Deng Feng's matter and has been transferred to be a lobby manager. In addition, he has some friends and is very familiar with the second-generation officials in Lingjiang."

"Who are they?" Upon hearing "second-generation officials," Qinghua perked up. Perhaps the murderer who killed her sister was hiding among these people.

"I don't know the specifics either. He said they are all sons of bureau chiefs and mayors."

Qinghua couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. Fang Daming's enemies were definitely not some bureau chiefs or mayors. "No one from the provincial party committee or government?"

"Probably not. If he had connections like that, he would definitely have mentioned it to me. His circle of friends is having a gathering tonight, and he invited me to go to the Nightless City Bar. If you want to meet his friends, you can go and check it out. Just text me when you get to the bar tonight, and I'll tell you where it is."

"Is he pursuing you?" Qinghua already knew Zhao Ting was pursuing Jiang Xueqing, but he wanted to know Jiang Xueqing's attitude. Jiang Xueqing was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Qinghua, finding the man beside her looking at her with hopeful eyes. Jiang Xueqing felt a strange flutter in her heart. "We're just ordinary friends. I don't have any feelings for him." Jiang Xueqing had once considered investigating this mysterious man, but she quickly suppressed the impulse. He was continuing what Qinghua hadn't finished. If the matter of the Qing siblings was a terrible conspiracy, it was better to keep this man a mystery.

Qinghua invited Jiang Xueqing for coffee, but she refused, saying she had taken leave at noon and had to go back to work at the bureau in the afternoon. Qinghua went to a coffee shop alone, took out the few pieces of paper, and studied them carefully, but after a long time, he still couldn't figure it out. Who exactly was the person who instructed him to secretly photograph Fang Daming?

Jiang Xueqing didn't want to go to a bar or any kind of party with Zhao Ting; such parties were unlikely to lead to anything good. However, in order to learn more about Zhao Ting, she went anyway. Zhao Ting, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, still looked as refined as ever. Upon seeing Jiang Xueqing, Zhao Ting smiled and took her arm as they walked into the bar. Jiang Xueqing knew Zhao Ting's intentions; he wanted to use her to get into his circle of friends and integrate her into his life. The thought that the mysterious young man might be secretly observing her and Zhao Ting made Jiang Xueqing feel somewhat uneasy. "Is he pursuing you?" The man's eyes were constantly fixed on Jiang Xueqing as he asked the question, as if trying to see through her soul.

Seven or eight men sat in a circle, each with their female companions. Although Jiang Xueqing couldn't claim to have seen countless men, she could distinguish between a girlfriend and a playmate. None of the people in this group had brought girlfriends, which showed what kind of people Zhao Ting's circle consisted of. "Zhao Ting, when did you get such a beautiful girlfriend? We didn't even know! Quickly, drink three cups as punishment!" After Zhao Ting introduced Jiang Xueqing to his friends, a man in a light yellow casual suit shouted. Jiang Xueqing knew the speaker was the son of the city police chief. Although befriending him would be extremely beneficial, Jiang Xueqing didn't want to talk to him much. Hearing him demand three cups of wine as punishment, she simply sat silently next to Zhao Ting. Zhao Ting smiled and readily drank three cups. When the man heard Jiang Xueqing was a police officer, he asked which department she worked in, saying he could help if needed.

Jiang Xueqing carefully dealt with him; she didn't want to befriend these people, but she absolutely couldn't offend them. The man, with his arm around the woman beside him, said to Jiang Xueqing, "Miss Xueqing, Xiaoyue is in the same line of work as you, at the Gulou branch. Perhaps you'll even become colleagues in the future." Jiang Xueqing glanced at the woman beside the director's son; she looked to be around twenty-four or twenty-five, with an extremely hot figure and above-average looks. Jiang Xueqing knew this woman must be a notorious womanizer at the Gulou branch, otherwise

she wouldn't know the director's son. The woman smiled at Jiang Xueqing as a greeting, and Jiang Xueqing returned the smile without saying anything. This area was semi-open, surrounded on three sides, with one side offering a view of the stage performance. Jiang Xueqing looked around, but she wasn't paying attention to the beautiful women and energetic dances on stage; her mind was entirely on Qinghua. Qinghua hadn't texted her yet; with so many people at Nightless City, she was afraid Qinghua wouldn't be able to find her. She didn't know that Qinghua had been secretly following her ever since she and Zhao Ting entered the bar, and had even secretly taken several photos of that table. To Qinghua's surprise, he saw someone he recognized next to Zhao Ting. He said he recognized him because he'd seen this person at Fang Lan's trading company. How could this be? How could Zhao Ting be involved with someone from Fang Lan's company?

Okay. This was the text message Jiang Xueqing received. Zhao Ting asked Jiang Xueqing if something was wrong. "Nothing, my mom is coming to the city early tomorrow morning, and I need to pick her up. Why don't you stay here and play? I'll head back now." Jiang Xueqing wasn't lying to Zhao Ting; tomorrow was Saturday, and her mother was indeed coming to Lingjiang City. Seeing that Jiang Xueqing was unhappy, Zhao Ting took her home.

"Xueqing, what's wrong? Are you unhappy?"

"No, I just feel like I don't get along with your friends. Your friends are all very outgoing."

Zhao Ting smiled awkwardly: "Xueqing, I understand your feelings. I'm different from them. They all come from wealthy families; they live to enjoy life and seek thrills, while we have to work hard to make a living."

"Then why do you hang out with them?"

“What can you do? You can choose not to treat these people as friends, but you absolutely cannot offend them. I used to be the head of the loan department. It seemed like a glamorous job, and many people wanted to curry favor with me. But in reality, some people came for loans, and you had to lend them the money and treat them like royalty. Even so, you could still end up sidelined if you weren’t careful. These are all people I knew from my past business dealings. We’re all around the same age, and we’d go out for karaoke or something. If you didn’t go, it was considered disrespectful, and they would think you weren’t on their side. Don’t think they have nothing to do with my work. If I really offended these people, I might be in a worse situation than I am now.” Jiang Xueqing remained silent. Although she didn’t like Zhao Ting’s friends, she had to believe what Zhao Ting said.

The next morning, Qinghua and Fang Lan went to Longhui Trading Company. Fang Lan had to go to a meeting with the managers as soon as she arrived at work, so Qinghua stopped her and asked if Qiu Xiaoyan was free. Fang Lan asked him what was wrong, and Qinghua said he wanted Qiu Xiaoyan to introduce him to the company's specifics. He was going to start working there after the National Day holiday and needed to know something about the company. Fang Lan realized that Qinghua didn't know anyone else at the company besides Qiu Xiaoyan, so she asked Qiu Xiaoyan to accompany him and explain the company's details.

After Fang Lan left, Qiu Xiaoyan accompanied Qinghua on a tour of the company. In the corridor, Qinghua suddenly stopped and asked his beautiful assistant if she wasn't feeling well, because he felt Qiu Xiaoyan was walking a little strange today. "No, I'm fine," Qiu Xiaoyan looked at Qinghua strangely and shook her head.

"I feel like Sister Xiaoyan is acting a little strange today, like she has something on her mind."

Qiu Xiaoyan had a lot of authority at both Longhui Company and Dongfang Company, but that was because she represented Fang Lan at the company. Previously, Qiu Xiaoyan thought Qinghua was Fang Lan's simple-minded son, so it was okay to joke around with him. Now that Qinghua was at the company and would be the new boss in a few years, she naturally felt a little restrained around him. Because she knew that offending Qinghua would have more serious consequences than offending Fang Lan. For example, right now, she was with Qinghua, but she acted like she was with her boss, which naturally gave Qinghua a different feeling than before.

"Maybe he's not feeling well these past few days," Qiu Xiaoyan said, naturally not wanting to say that the difference in their status was too great and her mindset with him was different than before.

"Sister Xiaoyan, if you need any help, you can tell me. I'm new to the company now, so don't treat me like the boss. Act like a senior, otherwise people will see through it."

"Young Master Long, are you really coming to the company as a newbie?"

"Yes, I don't know anything, so of course I have to start as a newbie."

Qiu Xiaoyan looked at Qinghua, wondering if this young master was here incognito. But since Qinghua had said that, Qiu Xiaoyan could only play along. This was exhausting for Qiu Xiaoyan; she had to act convincingly without offending Qinghua—it wasn't an easy task.

Qinghua didn't know which department the person he was looking for was in, so he had Qiu Xiaoyan introduce him to everyone. Due to the nature of the company, Longhui Company had three main departments: finance, sales, and logistics. Qinghua finally found the person he was looking for in the sales department—the young man who had attended the party Jiang Xueqing had mentioned the previous night. The guy had just arrived at the company and looked somewhat listless.

"This is the sales department? Looks like there are a lot of people; it must be very lively. Sister Xiaoyan, how are the salaries of the sales department employees?"

"That's hard to say. The sales department employees' salaries are linked to their performance. Good performance means more income. Generally speaking, the sales department employees are considered high-income earners in the company."

"Oh, do you know who the top performer in the sales department is?"

"We have several sales stars in our company; Dai Cheng over there is one of them."

Qinghua was overjoyed, because Dai Cheng, whom Qiu Xiaoyan mentioned, was the person he was looking for. "Sister Xiaoyan, how much does he earn a month? Is it as much as you?"

Qiu Xiaoyan smiled and said, "I get a fixed salary. My annual salary might not even be as much as his commission from a single deal."

"So much?" Qinghua pretended to be surprised. "He looks very young, about the same age as Sister Xiaoyan."

"He's the son of Director XX. He has a group of friends around him who are similar to him. There are many connections and influences."

"Oh, Sister Xiaoyan, please arrange for me to work in the sales department. I'll start by working with Dai Cheng on sales."

"Young Master Long, you're going to work with Dai Cheng on sales?" Qiu Xiaoyan couldn't believe her ears. In her eyes, although Dai Cheng came from a distinguished family, he was still worlds apart from Qinghua. She didn't understand why Qinghua would think of working with Dai Cheng on sales.

“Hmm, is that not allowed?”

Qiu Xiaoyan shook her head and asked Qinghua, “Young Master Long, what identity do you want to use when dealing with the people in the sales department?” Qinghua thought for a moment and said, “Just say I’m General Manager Fang’s nephew.”

Dai Cheng was a shrewd man. Seeing that Qiu Xiaoyan personally brought Qinghua to see him, he knew that Qinghua was no ordinary person. “Yanzi, who is this Fang Yulong? I haven’t heard that the company is hiring recently.” Dai Cheng called Qiu Xiaoyan aside.

“He is General Manager Fang’s nephew. He’s here to familiarize himself with the company’s business. He will be assigned to the sales department first. You are a sales star, so he will work with you for a while. Your Manager Xu will talk to you about it later.”

“General Manager Fang’s nephew? Really?” Dai Cheng was one of the few employees of Longhui Company who knew Fang Lan’s identity. When he heard that Qinghua was Fang Lan’s nephew, he was somewhat surprised, just like Qiu Xiaoyan was when she found out that Qinghua was Fang Lan’s son a few months ago.

"Of course it's true. Wasn't there a young man who often came to the company with General Manager Fang in May? That's him."

"Oh, I remember now, he's the young man people mistook for General Manager Fang's new assistant. How did he end up in the sales department?"

"It was General Manager Fang's arrangement, probably to let him get familiar with each department."

"I understand, Yanzi, thank you. How about I treat you to a big meal tonight?"

"No, I have a family. You should treat some other young ladies. Quite a few young ladies in our company are interested in you." Qiu Xiaoyan giggled and drifted away.

With Qiu Xiaoyan's introduction, Qinghua and Dai Cheng quickly became friends. By the time Manager Xu introduced Qinghua, the new employee in the department, Qinghua had already gotten to know most of the sales department employees through Dai Cheng's introduction. Fang Lan didn't expect that her son had already arranged his internship after the meeting. She asked Qinghua why he thought of going to the sales department. Qinghua said he couldn't sit still in the office and it was better to go out and explore. Fang Lan didn't doubt Qinghua's explanation at all. Qinghua told Fang Lan he wanted to learn to drive. Fang Lan said she would find a place to accompany him to practice, and he didn't need to register; she would get him a driver's license once he could drive.

During the National Day holiday, Fang Lan left Xia Zhuyi and Fang Ying behind and took Qinghua to practice driving. The practice area was on the banks of the Xinqin River in the southwest of the city, with the opposite bank belonging to Dongshan District. This place wasn't particularly close to Lingjiang city, nor particularly far; it was a typical urban-rural fringe area. After passing through a vegetable field, there were hardly any houses, and a few small factories were scattered along the river, with little traffic. Qinghua thought Fang Lan was taking him there to practice, but Fang Lan said there were still cars around and it wasn't safe, so she would take him to a deserted place.

There was a walled area by the roadside, with no tall buildings inside, only a very old tower crane in the distance. Qinghua didn't know what kind of factory it was. When they arrived at the gate, Qinghua found that the area inside the walled area was even more desolate than the outside. A wide cement road stretched out into the distance, its end unclear. Weeds, half a car's width tall, grew on both sides of the road, and even the cement itself was sparsely covered in weeds. Without a doubt, within a few years, this cement road would be completely overrun by weeds.

"Mom, where is this place?"

"You've learned a bit about the company while you've been at Longhui Company these past few days. Our company has a logistics division. This used to be our old dock, but it's moved to the riverbank now, and this place has been deserted for years. If it weren't for you needing a secluded spot for your driving lessons, I would have almost forgotten about this place."

Fang Lan used the key to unlock the door. The lock hadn't been opened in a long time, and it took the two of them considerable effort to open it. Because of the rust, the large iron gate creaked as they pushed it open. Qinghua said, "It looks like it's rusted quite badly. We'll have to bring some oil to clean it next time."

After driving the car through the gate, Fang Lan got out and locked it again. Fang Lan was wearing faded, tight-fitting jeans, which, against the backdrop of a light purple fitted jacket, made her already full and pert buttocks appear even rounder, her firm cheeks like the bright moon. In terms of fullness, Fang Lan's buttocks might not be as full as Xia Zhuyi's, but in terms of shape, they were comparable. Qinghua had seen Fang Lan in various pants and skirts, even her bare buttocks countless times, but he still found Fang Lan most alluring at this moment. Looking at the young woman, graceful as a lotus in a clear pond, Qinghua couldn't help but recall a line of erotic poetry: "A pair of full buttocks like two moons, graceful and elegant like a willow swaying in the breeze."

*Snap!* Qinghua turned Fang Lan around and pressed her against the large iron gate, kissing her passionately. His hands traced the curves of his young mother's body, eventually landing on her buttocks. The thick chains rattled against the iron gate. Fang Lan's red lips parted slightly, lost in her son's passionate kiss.

After some time, Fang Lan pushed Qinghua away, saying shyly, "Xiaolong, let's go inside. The road is right outside the gate. Although there aren't many people, there are still some coming and going. It wouldn't be good if someone saw us."

"Mom, why do we lock the gate?" Qinghua pretended not to know Fang Lan's thoughts.

"The gate is always locked here. If someone sees it open and gets curious, it wouldn't be good. Xiaolong, let's go inside."

The open space inside the wall was large; the concrete road alone was enough for Fang Lan to teach Qinghua how to drive. Near the tower crane, there was even a section of railway, indicating that this used to be an important inland river port in Lingjiang. With Fang Lan's explanation, Qinghua gained some understanding of this old port. When Fang Lan first established her company here, she had limited funds and couldn't afford to build a large wharf on the riverbank. At that time, the company's business wasn't extensive, and this old wharf perfectly met the company's needs, so Fang Lan acquired it. A few years ago, the company's business boomed, and Fang Lan became wealthy enough to acquire a plot of land on the riverbank and build a large wharf, leaving this area vacant.

"Mom, so this place used to be very prosperous?"

"Of course! Didn't you see the railway tracks here? It leads to the Lingjiang Railway Station. In recent years, inland waterway shipping has shifted towards wharves on major rivers. The throughput of those large wharves has increased year after year, while small wharves like this have declined and disappeared one by one." "

I can't believe the once bustling wharf has become like this. Mom, since the wharf is no longer useful, why not sell it?"

"Xiao Long, do you remember the story of the old man who lost his horse?"

Qinghua nodded, asking Fang Lan what the wharf had to do with the old man's loss. “A loss may turn out to be a blessing in disguise. When this dock was thriving, no one would have imagined it would one day be abandoned. Now that it's deserted, who can say it has no value at all?” Qinghua seemed to understand; it seemed this area wasn't far from being abandoned.

The car drove very slowly, stopping near the northwest wall. Qinghua and Fang Lan exchanged a glance, then leaned into the middle of the car and kissed passionately. Both knew each other's needs; there was no sound, only tacit understanding. After a long while, the passionate kiss ended, and the two got out of the car together, looking at each other through the roof. Click! They simultaneously opened the back door and climbed in together. It was their first time having sex in a car, and they seemed a little eager, not even closing the door

. The weather in early October was still quite hot, especially in the afternoon in the car; the open door made them feel even more comfortable. While kissing the young woman's red lips, Qinghua kneaded her full, soft breasts through her clothes, his other hand sliding down to her buttocks, groping for her round, plump cheeks. Fang Lan, worried her son would wrinkle her clothes, told Qinghua to take off her coat first. Qinghua, panting heavily, removed Fang Lan's coat and then began unbuttoning the young woman's pants. The car was cramped, and Fang Lan's pants were tight, so Qinghua struggled to pull them off. Even in that short time, sweat beaded on his forehead.

"Baby, what's the rush?" Fang Lan, seeing Qinghua sweating, offered to help him take off his pants, thinking to herself that when her son bought a car, she would definitely buy a large one with back seats that could be converted into a bed. Fang Lan, wearing a fitted t-shirt, stared at the glimpse of her cleavage as she unbuttoned her pants. He didn't know that just moments before, the sexy young woman had already planned what kind of car to buy for him.

Fang Lan had only loosened Qinghua's belt when Qinghua could no longer restrain himself. He lifted Fang Lan's body and pressed the young woman's sexy, delicate form onto the car seat. Even with the car door open, they could feel the temperature inside rising, their desires driving them like primal beasts. Qinghua grabbed Fang Lan's ankles and spread her legs wide. This was a position not every woman could withstand; if Fang Lan hadn't practiced yoga regularly, she would have cried out. With her

thighs spread like this, the bulging vulva looked exceptionally plump and tender. The previous passionate kiss and the young woman's inner desires had already made her vulva glisten with moisture, the curly pubic hair shimmering with the sheen of lustful fluid, revealing a glistening pink valley between her thighs, which also looked somewhat slippery and shiny, whether from sweat or lustful fluids, it was unclear.

Qinghua could no longer control himself. He pressed his entire body down, his lips once again pressing against Fang Lan's soft, smooth red lips, sucking on her small, fragrant tongue until it was dry. Qinghua released Fang Lan's ankles, slipping his hands inside her fitted t-shirt. Through her bra, he grasped her delicate, large, white breasts, occasionally rubbing her already hardened nipples with his fingertips. Fang Lan responded passionately, her legs clamping tightly around Qinghua's waist, her feet pushing against the seat in front of her. Her constantly thrusting abdomen, along with her wet, slippery vulva, rubbed against Qinghua's glans.

Qinghua's glans was already swollen and purplish-red, his movements driven by an immense desire for penetration. Although he couldn't see, Qinghua could feel Fang Lan's labia gripping his glans. With a thrust of his hips, his entire penis plunged into the young woman's vagina. A wave of pleasure washed over him, as if he had instantly reached heaven.

"Ah...baby, so big...Mommy feels so good...mmm..." Alluring moans escaped Fang Lan's lips, sounding utterly intoxicating. Qinghua took a deep breath, gripping the back of the seat with both hands, and began thrusting forcefully. Fang Lan wrapped her arms around Qinghua's waist, gently arching her wet vulva to meet his thrusts. Although the car was cramped, making each movement feel unsatisfying, the outdoor environment still aroused Qinghua's excitement, and he excitedly began to thrust his hips faster. Perhaps because it was her first time having sex in a car, Fang Lan was unusually wet today, gushing from her vulva, soaking Qinghua's legs. However, the abundant wetness made Fang Lan's vulva even more slippery, and Qinghua thrust faster and harder, his large glans almost always hitting Fang Lan's clitoris.

A gentle breeze blew by, and the half-car-high wild grass rippled like waves. The little car bobbed up and down in the grass. The wind stopped, the weeds stood upright again, but the car continued to sway. *Splash! Splash!* Accompanying the car's swaying were the lewd sounds of water.

The intense thrusting made Fang Lan's moans grow louder. "Oh...good son, you're killing Mommy...fuck me, fuck Mommy to death..." On this abandoned dock, Fang Lan completely unleashed her wanton side.

"Mommy, I feel good too. Today is the most comfortable time I've ever fucked Mommy." Qinghua pushed Fang Lan's t-shirt down to her neck and unhooked her bra. Two large, white breasts popped out, swaying under Qinghua's thrusts. No matter how many times he had touched them, at this moment, Qinghua still gripped his young mother's large breasts tightly with both hands. Fang Lan arched her body, her snow-white thighs hooking around Qinghua's buttocks, making their union even tighter. Qinghua's glans, inserted deep into Fanglan's heart, swelled even more. As the corona moved in and out, it scraped against Fanglan's tender flesh walls, stimulating the layers of flesh that wrapped around his penis tighter and tighter.

Qinghua felt his body burning up, bending over to take off his clothes. The final frenzy, the final struggle, began. Ah! Ah! Ah! Accompanied by a series of lewd moans, the young woman's body went limp, collapsing onto the back seat. Sweat glistened on her snow-white skin, and strands of vaginal fluid mixed with white semen flowed from her spasming vulva. Qinghua pulled out a tissue, hastily wiped Fang Lan's lower body, and tossed it out of the car. He then sat down beside Fang Lan, not wanting to move anymore. To be honest, Qinghua's actions hadn't been very intense, but bending over for so long had made him feel very tired.

"Close the door, just open the window." Feeling a little cool from the wind, Fang Lan sat up straight and closed her side of the car door. Qinghua closed the door and pulled the almost naked Fang Lan into his arms; her body was still twitching occasionally.

"Mommy, is it comfortable?"

"Mmm, baby, this is the most comfortable time for Mommy. Mommy loves you so much." Fang Lan knew her son liked to touch her breasts, so she pulled Qinghua's hand and pressed it against her breast. Qinghua gently squeezed it, feeling his mother's heart still pounding.

The mother and son sat quietly in the car like this, waiting for the sweat on their bodies to dry before Fang Lan started to tidy her clothes. She was about to unbutton her bra when Qinghua stopped her. Fang Lan thought Qinghua was going to help her button it, but instead, Qinghua not only didn't button it, but also took off her bra and t-shirt.

"Okay, baby, we're here to learn to drive today, hurry up and put your clothes back on."

"Do I have to wear clothes to learn to drive? Today I want Mommy to teach me to drive without clothes on." Qinghua might not be good at anything else, but his driving skills were definitely better than Fang Lan's. Learning to drive with Fang Lan would be boring if he didn't find something special to have fun with, not to mention that Fang Lan was driving an automatic idiot-proof car.

The mother and son sat naked in the front seats, all their clothes tossed onto the back. If they were wearing anything, it was their socks. "This is forward, this is backward, this is parking… understand?" Fang Lan pointed to the gearshift and explained to Qinghua. Looking up, she saw her son staring at her body and her face flushed red. Fang Lan had never tried being naked outside her own home before. She hadn't felt anything wrong with their earlier intimate moments, but now, teaching her son to drive and seeing him staring at her naked body felt strange.

"You little rascal, you've seen your mother's body countless times. Look at the gearshift, did you remember what I said?"

Qinghua chuckled, looking rather silly, nodding vigorously at Fang Lan. "Then let's drive. First, release the handbrake, shift the gear lever to drive, and then gently press the accelerator. Press it lightly, or the car will lurch forward."

Qinghua deliberately teased Fang Lan, pressing the accelerator hard when starting the car. Fang Lan, unprepared, was suddenly pushed back against the seat. "Ah, Xiaolong, step on the brake!" Qinghua stepped on the brake, and the car stopped. Fang Lan's chest heaved with nervousness. However, Fang Lan wasn't angry; she simply told Qinghua to lightly press the accelerator when starting the car. Seeing that Fang Lan wasn't angry and was patiently teaching him, Qinghua felt a little guilty and earnestly began to "learn" the car.

Apart from a relatively smooth cement road in the middle of the dock, the rest of the area was bumpy and uneven. On the open ground south of the crane tower were some old machines, discarded items from the factory. Some of them might still be useful, so they hadn't been disposed of and had been piled up there. Under Fang Lan's guidance, Qinghua drove the car around the pile of old machines.

The car swayed naturally as it circled the uneven pile, and Fang Lan, sitting in the passenger seat, had her large, white breasts swaying with them. Qinghua kept staring at Fang Lan's body, and seeing her large breasts sway, he couldn't resist reaching out to touch them. *

Smack!* Fang Lan slapped Qinghua's groping hand away and told him to drive carefully. Qinghua drove around a couple more times, but then lost all interest in driving because his penis was erect again.

"Mom, can you help me shift gears?" Qinghua stopped the car and turned to look at Fang Lan. Fang Lan didn't understand what Qinghua meant and asked him what he meant.

"It's right here." Qinghua grabbed Fang Lan's hand and pressed it against his penis. "Isn't it as hard as a gear shift?"

Fang Lan laughed: "You little rascal, how did you think of comparing it to a gear shift?"

"I heard them telling jokes at the company, about a woman who had an exam the next day and used her husband's penis as a gear shift at night." Fang Lan gently stroked Qinghua's penis and said, "The sales department really doesn't have many good people." "If they're not good people, why did you hire them, Mom?" "They can do the sales, and the company sometimes can't do without them."

Fang Lan's cherry lips parted slightly as she spoke, making her look particularly beautiful. Qinghua couldn't help but cup his mother's face and pull her closer to him. Fang Lan knew Qinghua's thoughts, so she lowered her head and lay on his thigh, taking his slightly fishy-smelling glans into her mouth. Fang Lan's oral skills became increasingly proficient, her small mouth sucking on Qinghua's penis, her tongue occasionally tracing the glans and urethral opening. Qinghua carefully felt the young woman's lips caressing his penis, her tongue rubbing against his glans. He relaxed completely, leaning back against the backrest, his breathing becoming muffled and nasal. It felt so good. "Mom, suck and touch my balls at the same time... um, like that... Mom, you're so good... it feels so good." Qinghua said, stroking Fang Lan's soft, large buttocks. Every touch of those soft, smooth buttocks felt so good, so exciting. The more vigorously Qinghua touched them, the harder Fang Lan sucked. Under Qinghua's command, Fang Lan's mouth was like a magic suction cup, sucking Qinghua's soul to heaven. Both of them were completely naked. Fang Lan had licked them enough, so she lowered the back of the passenger seat to make it easier for her son to penetrate her. Since Fang Lan was so proactive, Qinghua naturally didn't hold back, and he spread the young woman's legs and began to fuck her again. This time, Qinghua was practically kneeling on Fang Lan, which was actually more comfortable than before, and easier to exert himself with. Perhaps because of the car's swaying, Fang Lan felt like she was floating, really floating. Her precious son's penis was so powerful; every thrust felt like flying. Sweat soaked their bodies again, and their vaginal fluids wet their lower bodies again, even the seat beneath Fang Lan was wet. Only when his hot semen sprayed into the young woman's uterus did Qinghua stop, lying motionless on top of her. Fang Lan hugged her son tightly, because he had worked so hard that day and needed to rest in her arms. Qinghua rolled over, and they lay down together in each other's arms. Their eyes met, and Qinghua saw Fang Lan's loving gaze. His heart skipped a beat, and a deep sense of guilt welled up within him again. "Mom, am I really bad?" Sometimes, a change of heart is just a fleeting impulse, and Qinghua didn't know why he had said those words to Fang Lan. His words struck Fang Lan like a bolt from the blue, leaving her stunned, lost in the joy of their intimacy. Since her son's intelligence had gradually returned to normal, Fang Lan had only worried about one thing: that he would understand human relationships and moral principles, and feel ashamed of their illicit relationship. And now, her worst fears had come true. “No, baby, you are the best. It’s Mom’s fault. Mom shouldn’t have seduced you when you were so young. It’s all Mom’s fault. You are Mom’s best baby. Mom knows you’re older now and you must feel that being with Mom is a bad thing. If you hate being with Mom now, Mom won’t blame you. Mom will still love you. Mom just hopes you won’t feel ashamed or guilty because of this. Our affair didn’t hurt anyone else. Many people in this society seem respectable, but do all sorts of bad things behind the scenes. Baby, you are much better than them.” Fang Lan hugged Qinghua tightly, afraid he would slip away from her. Qinghua felt something warm and wet dripping onto his forehead—Fang Lan’s tears. He was the one who had tricked and taken Fang Lan’s body, but now Fang Lan was taking all the blame upon herself. Qinghua knew that Fang Lan didn’t want him to have any psychological burden in the future. "Mom isn't bad, Mom is the best mom, I love Mom the most." Qinghua lifted Fang Lan's head, kissed the corner of Fang Lan's eye, and licked away the tears of the young mother.

"Good son, you are also Mom's most beloved baby." Fang Lan saw that Qinghua didn't seem ashamed of their relationship as she had expected, and a relieved smile appeared on her face. Qinghua quietly leaned against Fang Lan's chest, his arms wrapped around her smooth back. If there was anyone in this world who truly cared for him, it would undoubtedly be his mother, Fang Lan, the young woman beside him.

After a moment, Qinghua looked up and said, "Mom, I want to know about my past. Can you tell me?" Fang Lan nodded and began to recount events from twenty years ago. The Fang

family held a place in the officialdom of their hometown, the provincial capital. While Old Master Fang wasn't exactly a high-ranking official, he still wielded considerable influence in the city. Fang Daming hadn't been sent to the countryside for long before Old Master Fang transferred him back to the city to work for the provincial government, where he met his first wife, Fang Lan's mother. The two young people quickly married and were considered a golden couple in the provincial government at the time. Fang Lan's mother soon gave birth to Fang Lan. Later, when the college entrance examination was reinstated, Fang Daming was admitted to university, and Fang Lan's mother stayed home to care for her young child. Fang Daming felt deeply indebted to his wife because of this incident. After graduating from university, Fang Daming returned to the provincial government and worked in the Science and Technology Department. During this time, his wife worked in the Organization Department, and had more social engagements than Fang Daming. During this period, their daughter spent most of her evenings with Fang Daming, so they were very close. A few years later, thanks to his father's efforts, Fang Daming, in his thirties, climbed to a department-level position. Although he didn't have much real power, he was still quite prestigious. Suddenly, one day, a windfall came his way: Fang Daming was transferred to a lower-level city as mayor. Although it was a lateral transfer, it was a world of difference compared to his previous position.

One day, Fang Daming returned to his hometown in the provincial capital, intending to surprise his wife, but he overheard her making a phone call with someone else, their conversation quite ambiguous. Fang Daming was stunned and hid. After his wife finished the call, she went out. Fang Daming secretly followed her and discovered she entered one of the top hotels in the provincial capital. More than an hour later, his wife came out of the room, and a few minutes later, a middle-aged man also came out of the room. Hiding in the shadows, Fang Daming saw the man clearly; it was his wife's superior, the Deputy Secretary of the Provincial Party Committee and Minister of Organization, who controlled all the officials in the province. Only then did Fang Daming realize that his smooth sailing, his "windfall," had all been bought with his wife's body.

That day, Fang Daming drank heavily and returned home to find only his daughter, Fang Lan, a high school freshman. Fang Lan resembled her mother somewhat, and Fang Daming pounced on her upon seeing her. Fang Lan was terrified by her loving father, and only when a tearing pain shot through her lower body did she realize that her loving father had taken her virginity. Fang Lan loved Fang Daming deeply, and despite his beastly act, she still cared for her father until he went to bed. The next day, after learning what he had done, Fang Daming knelt before Fang Lan. Fang Lan asked him what had happened, and perhaps to alleviate his guilt, Fang Daming told her about his wife's actions. Fang Lan listened in silence.

If Fang Lan hadn't become pregnant, what happened that night would have remained a secret forever. Fang Lan became pregnant. When her mother learned that her daughter was carrying her husband's child, she suffered a mental breakdown and was hit and killed by a car while walking in the street. Fang Daming wanted to take Fang Lan to have an abortion, but Fang Lan refused. Fang Daming then took her to the city where he worked. In the unfamiliar city, Fang Lan gave birth to Fang Yulong, but she was injured during childbirth and could no longer have children. After giving birth to Fang Yulong, Fang Lan completed her high school education, while Fang Yulong was placed in the care of another family by Fang Daming. After graduating from high school, Fang Lan did not continue to university but immediately started dating and got married. Liu Hao was an orphan. Although Fang Lan was infertile, he still married her. Being the mayor's son-in-law was a dream for many men, especially since Fang Lan was so beautiful. Infertility didn't matter; they could adopt a child.

Fang Daming placed Fang Yulong in an orphanage and then had Fang Lan and Liu Hao adopt a child. In this matter, Fang Daming handled it almost flawlessly, claiming to the outside world that the child was Liu Hao's nephew from his hometown, so even Xia Zhuyi was convinced that Fang Yulong was Fang Lan's adopted child. A few years later, Liu Hao also died in a traffic accident, and Fang Lan raised her son alone, never remarrying.

"Xiaolong, Xia Zhuyi and Xiaoying only know that you are my adopted child. We must never let them know our secret. Don't think Xia Zhuyi really likes you; I know exactly what she's thinking. She wants to swindle the Fang family's money from you. You must remember, she and Xiaoying are just your toys. The Fang family's money cannot be controlled by them, not now, and not in the future."

"Yes, I know all that. I only listen to my mother." Qinghua gently stroked his young mother's body, his heart filled with mixed emotions. He had always thought that Fang Daming and Fang Lan's affair was to satisfy their shameless lust, but he never expected Fang Daming to have such a special past. Whether exchanging a wife for a lifetime of wealth and glory was worthwhile, no one knew. Even Fang Daming now couldn't answer that question.

Fang Lan hugged Qinghua tightly, her ample breasts pressed against his chest, the soft sensation reaching his heart. Was he Fang Yulong or Qinghua now? Was being with Fang Lan incest? Qinghua buried his face in Fang Lan's chest, taking one of her nipples into his mouth.

"Baby, eat. You didn't get to drink your mother's milk when you were little, now you can have your fill." Fang Lan hugged Qinghua, forcefully pushing her breast into his mouth. Hearing Fang Lan's words, Qinghua opened his mouth wide, almost swallowing half of his mother's breast. Fang Lan was right, sleeping with Fang Lan wouldn't hurt anyone else, so what did it matter? Besides, he was only occupying Fang Yulong's body now, not the real Fang Yulong. Qinghua seemed to have shaken off a burden that had been weighing on his heart for a long time, hooking one leg around Fang Lan's buttocks, and they began to entwine passionately. He made up his mind to use Fang Yulong's body to properly love this young mother who was devoted to him.

"Oh, baby, do you want Mommy again?" Their bodies were pressed tightly together, and Fang Lan could feel her son's erect penis pressing between her legs. "

Mmm!" Qinghua released his mother's nipples, nodded vigorously, and then they changed positions, pressing his mother down onto the chair.

"Baby, Mommy is yours. If you want Mommy, then fuck Mommy hard." Fang Lan touched Qinghua's penis, guiding him into her body. Fang Lan's vagina was still so soft and slippery, but Qinghua's feelings were completely different. Before, when he possessed Fang Lan's body, it was either out of revenge or to vent his desires. Only now did he want to caress Fang Lan properly. Fang Lan felt the same way. After their conversation, Fang Lan's worries were gone. Her beloved son accepted her as a woman. She not only opened her vagina to her son but also her heart. For the mother and son, who had made love countless times before, this was a union of body and soul.

"Mom, I feel you're different today. I've inserted myself into something soft and warm. Is that Mom's uterus? I used to live there."

"Good boy, that's the fornix at the end of Mom's vagina. If your glans really goes into Mom's uterus, Mom will be killed by you."

Hearing Fang Lan say he had penetrated all the way in, Qinghua thrust and rubbed twice. Fang Lan cried out excitedly, "Good boy, like that, Mom feels so good... Oh... like that, shoot all your semen into Mom's uterus."

The moans coming from the car startled several sparrows perched on a nearby wild chinaberry tree, and a flock of sparrows foraging in the wild grass also took flight. "Mom, we've been in the car for so long, we didn't even notice a flock of sparrows came outside." Qinghua lay on top of Fang Lan, his hands still roaming over his young mother's body.

Fang Lan, watching the flock of sparrows disappear into the distance outside the car, said to Qinghua, "Don't come again after this, or you'll break Mommy." The young woman's mother was met with her son's powerful thrusts. After a storm of impacts, the swaying car finally came to a stop, and the dock fell silent again. It wasn't until sunset that the mother and son tidied their clothes and left the dock.

After returning from dinner at the restaurant, Fang Ying eagerly dragged Qinghua to their room to show him the selfies she had taken that day. Qinghua and Fang Lan had played at the dock several times that afternoon, exceeding Fang Lan's limits. Seeing Fang Ying's behavior, Fang Lan frowned and said, "Xiao Ying, Xiaolong is very tired from learning to drive today, so don't disturb his rest."

"Big sister, I was just showing Xiaolong the new photos I took." Fang Ying was still excited, seemingly very satisfied with her photos. Xia Zhuyi didn't join the Fang sisters' argument, but she had some reservations. Fang Lan must have taken Qinghua to driving lessons to play some exciting games. What Fang Lan could do, Xia Zhuyi could do too.

"Brother Xiaolong, is learning to drive tiring?" Fang Ying was a little skeptical of Fang Lan's words, because in her opinion, driving was a very simple thing, even though she couldn't drive yet.

"Yeah, it's the first time, I'm not familiar with the car. It won't be like this next time." Seeing Fang Ying's curious face, Qinghua couldn't help but pinch her little nose, causing the girl to let out another coquettish laugh.

After Fang Lan talked to Xia Zhuyi and her daughter about painting last time, she indeed went to the Nth Art Academy to find a well-known painter to paint for the two of them. Today, the mother and daughter went to the painter's studio. Fang Ying's photos were all taken in the art studio. To Qinghua's surprise, both mother and daughter were wearing classical long dresses in the photos; Fang Ying's was pink, and Xia Zhuyi's was blue. Qinghua didn't know what dynasty the dresses belonged to, but Xia Zhuyi's dress was cold and elegant, yet subtly revealing her breasts, making her incredibly alluring. Qinghua couldn't help but think of the classical erotic painting in the basement, where a gorgeous woman sat on a swing with her skirt disheveled and her breasts half-exposed… If Xia Zhuyi wore such a dress and sat on that chair, and he stood opposite the woman rocking the chair…

“Little Dragon Brother, do you think I look pretty in this dress?”

“Hmm, so pretty, even I can't resist.” Although the girl interrupted his fantasy, Qinghua, who had already vented his desires on his mother many times during the day, was now burning with lust. He pulled the girl into his arms and began to ravage her. The girl was naturally obedient, moaning softly under the man's cruel hands.

"Brother Xiaolong, do you think Mom is prettier or I am?"

"Of course our little princess is prettier! Can't you see how much you adore her?" As the man spoke, he pinched and kneaded the girl's nipple.

"I think Mom looks beautiful in that dress, Brother Xiaolong. You don't know, the painter saw Mom and me and thought we were sisters."

"Xiaoying, where did you get your dresses?"

"My mom borrowed them from a film crew. The painter said Mom looks good in them."

"Was the painter a man? How old is he?"

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