[Urban] The Romantic Encounters of a Working-Class Boy (Complete) - Chapters 37-39

Chapter 89 Is Tonight the Last Love?

Zhigang and Jinghui both breathed a long sigh of relief. Jinghui said, "Go back and comfort your wife quickly."

Zhigang returned home and found Wenjing wasn't there, knowing she had gone to the company again. He didn't know how Wenjing would handle this matter and how she would treat him; perhaps she would file for divorce. He thought, if Wenjing really wanted a divorce, then so be it. Things had come to this, and there was nothing more to say. Their attitudes towards life were different; even if they didn't divorce this time, it would be difficult for them to stay together until the end. Asking Zhigang to change his attitude and never contact other women again was impossible for him; asking Wenjing to stop monitoring and interfering with Zhigang was also impossible for her, and emotionally, she couldn't accept it either.

Zhigang paced back and forth in the house like a caged beast, not knowing what to do, his mind blank. He felt like a domesticated animal waiting to be slaughtered, pampered and waiting for its end, not knowing when its master would come to slit its throat. He wanted someone to talk to, but who could he talk to now? His women all had their own families, with their own men, and couldn't comfort him at this moment. Jinghui is a good option, but today she's the one directly involved, and she doesn't even know who to ask for comfort. Just then, his phone rang. He saw it was Yu Juan, and wondered why she was calling at this hour.

"Zhigang, are you back in Shanghai?"

"Yes. Where are you?"

"At home in Shanghai."

"You haven't been transferred to City A yet?"

"How did you know I was being transferred to City A?"

"Your husband was transferred to City A. I've seen him."

"Really? He didn't mention it to me."

"He still resents me, of course he wouldn't mention it."

"Did you know our paper was published?"

"Published? That's great!" "

Is it convenient for you? Let's meet, I'll bring you the magazine." "It's convenient for me

. Is it convenient for you?"

"Yes. He's busy being a policeman now. He came home on the first day of the Lunar New Year and went to City A again on the fifth."

Zhigang didn't want to meet Yu Juan at her house, nor at the company, so he said, "I'll pick you up, let's find a place to have lunch."

"Where are any restaurants open now?"

"That's true. Let's go to Yuqin's house, they're celebrating the holiday in Shanghai."

Zhigang picked up Yu Juan and drove to Yuqin's house. Yuqin had already received his call and had prepared lunch. Wu Min took out a bottle of aged Maotai liquor from a neighboring village and said, "It's still a holiday, let's have a drink. This was provided free of charge by Zhigang, you can ask for it again after you finish it." "

Let's have a drink. I won't drive this afternoon, I'll go back tonight. " Zhigang wanted to calm his nerves, but was too embarrassed to say it. "Where's Wenjing?" Yuqin asked, "Isn't she home today?" "She's busy." Zhigang said somewhat embarrassedly, "She went to the company." "She's a celebrity now, she'd rather be busy at this time. If she's not busy, she'll be forgotten." After the meal, Yuqin said while clearing the table, "You two can talk in the living room. Wu Min and I will take a nap. There's a bedroom over there if you want to rest." Yuqin made tea for Zhigang and Yu Juan and put it on the coffee table in the living room, then went to wash the dishes. After tidying up, she and Wu Min went into the bedroom for a nap. Yu Juan took out a copy of "Enterprise Management" magazine, turned to a page, and handed it to Zhigang, saying, "Take a look." Zhigang saw that the article's title was still "How to Seize the Opportunity for Enterprise Contraction," and below the title were his and Yu Juan's names, with his name even preceding hers. He said, "Why did you put my name first? Yours should be first." "It's standard practice. For papers co-authored with students, the supervisor's name is usually placed last." "Oh." Zhigang flipped through the dozen or so pages of the article and said, "You put a lot of effort into it, condensing over a hundred thousand words into ten thousand. It wasn't something you could just cut and rewrite." "So it's still my article, and it will be included in my collection of papers in the future." "You called me here today just to share this article?" "Yes. Is this a small matter?" "Of course it's not a small matter. Especially for someone like me who isn't very educated." "Once your paper is published, you become an expert, and you still say you're uneducated?" "Now let's talk about you. How have you been lately?" Yu Juan's eyes dimmed, and she said, "Not well." Zhigang said apologetically, "I'm sorry. I've hurt you." Yu Juan looked at him and said, "We're both adults. Who can hurt whom in this kind of situation? I did it voluntarily, it's not your fault." "Is he treating you badly now?" Yu Juan's eyes reddened, and tears fell. Zhigang quickly pulled some tissues from the box on the coffee table and handed them to her. She took them and wiped away her tears, but new tears welled up again. Zhigang pulled out a few more tissues, sat down beside her, and wiped away her tears, repeatedly saying, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Yu Juan hugged Zhigang, buried her head in his chest, and sobbed softly. Zhigang didn't take any more tissues; the tears had all soaked his clothes, wetting his sweater. Zhigang gently patted her back like he was comforting a child, and just held her like that. Yu Juan cried for a while, then looked up, took some tissues to wipe her tears, and said, "I feel much better now. I just wanted to cry to someone. Thank you." "What's there to thank me for? I was responsible." Yu Juan's tone calmed down as she said, "Since last time, he hasn't touched me even once." "How could he do this? Doesn't he want it?" "He definitely wants it. But he'd rather endure it than touch me." "That means he hasn't forgiven you. Did you apologize to him?" " I apologized. But he said the thought of us naked and entangled together makes him sad." "I'm sorry." Yu Juan glared at Zhigang and said, "Is 'I'm sorry' all you can say?" Zhigang smiled at her and said, "What can I say? All my guilt, self-blame, and regret are useless. I can only say 'I'm sorry.'" "You're wrong. I need you to do one more thing." "What is it?" "Comfort me." "Isn't this what I'm doing?" "That won't do." Yu Juan said, then hugged Zhigang's head and kissed him. Zhigang and Yu Juan sucked on each other's tongues for a while, then Zhigang said, "I promised Wang Meng I wouldn't see you alone anymore." Yu Juan ignored him, silencing him with a kiss. Zhigang felt Yu Juan's body trembling, knowing the pain of not having a man with her for months. But Zhigang wasn't prepared; he'd been frightened that morning, and now he didn't even know if his penis could get hard. At least, he hadn't reacted since kissing Yu Juan. Zhigang asked, "Didn't you go to see Zhou Kai?" "Zhou Kai is mostly away on business trips, and besides, we're not lovers anymore. Last time was when I went to his factory with you, it was a coincidence, and we haven't been in contact since." "So you don't have any other lovers?" "No." "Why don't you find one?"

“You think lovers are so easy to find? They’re a matter of chance. I don’t sleep with just anyone.”

Er

Zhigang said with a wry smile, “But unfortunately today, I ran into some trouble this morning. Haven’t you noticed that I still can’t get an erection?”

Yu Juan grabbed his crotch and said, “Yeah. What happened to you?”

Zhigang had no choice but to tell her what happened that morning, but he didn’t mention that his penis couldn’t be pulled out. Yu Juan sighed and said, "You're really promiscuous, sleeping with everyone."

"No,"

Zhigang retorted, "I have more lovers than you, but not by much. I really wanted to talk to someone today, but I couldn't find anyone. Luckily, you called."

"So, we're in the same boat today?"

"No. We're in the same boat, sister and brother."

Yu Juan chuckled and punched Zhigang's chest, saying, "Yes. We're in the same boat. It's kind of you to remember I'm your sister."

Yu Juan's looks were average among Zhigang's women, but her temperament was what he admired most. He always felt more comfortable looking at her, and the more he looked, the more he wanted to look. At this moment, Yu Juan's smile made Zhigang's heart flutter. He covered Yu Juan's lips and kissed her passionately for a long time. Yu Juan was kissed until her body went limp, trembling like she had a seizure, and she softly cried out, "Ah! Zhigang, are you ready?"

Zhigang felt his penis getting hot and stirring, so he said, "I don't know. Feel it."

Yu Juan pulled down Zhigang's pants, grabbed his penis, and put it in her mouth. His penis, like a leather strap, began to swell as she sucked on it, and soon it was as hard as iron. Yu Juan said with surprise, "Quick. Let's go to the bedroom."

Zhigang took off Yu Juan's clothes and gently stroked her stemmed, melon-like breasts, saying, "No. Nobody cares here."

Yu Juan's particularly sensitive breasts were even more unbearable under Zhigang's caresses, and she grabbed Zhigang's penis, saying, "Quick. Come in quickly."

Zhigang then slid into her vagina, and as if injected with a stimulant, Yu Juan's limp body immediately regained its elasticity, and she powerfully countered Zhigang's strong thrusts.

Before long, Yu Juan's orgasm suddenly arrived. This allowed Zhigang to easily bring her to the longest and greatest satisfaction in her most pleasurable state, while he himself remained unsatisfied.

Yu Juan licked her lips contentedly, her eyes shining as she looked at Zhigang and asked, "What will you do in the future?"

"I don't know,"

Zhigang replied, still moving. "Wenjing and I have such different views and attitudes towards life that it's difficult for us to be harmonious. The possibility of us leaving in the future is very high."

"Do you want a divorce?"

"No. I really don't want a divorce, as long as she can accept my lifestyle."

"Not many women can accept a husband like you."

"I know that. I can give my life for Wenjing, but I can't change myself for her."

"I understand you, but unfortunately, I'm not your wife."

Yu Juan's second wave overwhelmed Zhigang.

They ate dinner at Yuqin's house before leaving. When Zhigang returned home, Wenjing was already asleep. He took a shower, got into bed, and with Wenjing's back to him, he held her from behind as they fell asleep.

In the night, Wenjing's sudden scream woke Zhigang. He asked, "Wenjing, what's wrong?"

Wenjing turned around and buried herself in Zhigang's arms, sobbing, "No. I don't want to."

"You don't want what?"

Wenjing came to her senses and said to Zhigang, "Zhigang, let's get a divorce."

Zhigang was already prepared for Wenjing to say this, and asked, "Is it because of what I did today?"

"No. It's for other reasons."

Zhigang had no idea what Wenjing had gone through and assumed it was his fault: "Please think it over carefully, okay? I may be a bastard, but I can't bear to leave you."

"It really isn't your fault. I think we should separate."

"I don't think so. Although we have different attitudes towards life, we can always communicate. Can we give each other some time?"

Wenjing sighed softly and buried her head in Zhigang's arms again, saying, "We don't have time anymore."

Zhigang drifted off to sleep again, but he couldn't sleep soundly. He wasn't sure if it was a dream or reality, but he kept feeling Wenjing tossing and turning, muttering something from time to time. He was finally awakened by Wenjing's cries. He saw her writhing, clutching her chest, tearing open her pajamas, and scratching her breasts and chest skin, as if the heat made her unbearable even with her clothes on. Her long fingernails had scratched bloody marks onto her fair skin. Zhigang grabbed her hands to stop her from moving, calling out, "Wenjing, what's wrong?"

Wenjing's eyes were tightly closed, her face flushed, and her lips pale. Her body was burning hot in Zhigang's arms. Zhigang reached out and touched her forehead; it was burning hot. She had a fever.

Zhigang quickly dressed himself, then dressed Wenjing, carried her downstairs, carefully placed her in the back seat of the car, and drove to the hospital.

He drove to the nearest district hospital and registered at the emergency room. The doctor listened to Wenjing's chest and back with a stethoscope for a while, then checked her temperature; it was 40 degrees Celsius. The doctor said, "It's a sudden surge of heat in the heart, causing pleurisy. She needs to be hospitalized for observation. If the high fever doesn't subside, it will be very dangerous. We'll start with two IV drips and see how that goes before deciding on further treatment."

Zhigang hadn't expected his reckless behavior to lead to such consequences. Filled with self-reproach, he carried Wenjing to the bed, covered her with a blanket, and had the nurse give her the IV. Watching the clear liquid drip into Wenjing's veins, he hoped her fever would break soon and she would recover quickly. He vowed to treat her even better and never make her angry again. He slipped his right hand under the blanket and held Wenjing's hand, looking at her still flushed face as she slept, feeling a sense of unfamiliarity. Although Wenjing looked sickly, she was still very beautiful. After the IV started, she slept peacefully like an angel, her breathing even and shallow. Looking at the face of this beautiful woman who belonged to him, Zhigang felt like a complete bastard. He thought: Wenjing gave me her whole life, and what have I given her in return?

Zhigang held Wenjing's hand, sitting on the edge of the bed, his eyes fixed on the bubbling water in the upside-down glass bottle. He dared not sleep, afraid that if the drip stopped, air would enter Wenjing's veins. He knew the nurse would watch over her, but he was still worried—what if she forgot or fell asleep? When the first bottle was almost empty, he rang the bell to call the nurse to change it and continue the infusion. Seeing that the second bottle was still full, he leaned against the headboard and dozed off, only to wake up with a start a moment later, quickly checking if the water was gone—it was still more than half full. He drifted in and out of sleep like this, until the water level dropped below half, then he dared not sleep again, watching it until it finished dripping completely before calling the nurse to remove the needle from Wenjing's arm. Only then was he at ease. Dawn was approaching; he had fallen asleep against the headboard. When he woke, sunlight was streaming through the window; he checked the time—it was only 8 a.m.

After completing the hospital admission procedures, Zhigang moved Wenjing from the temporary ward to a regular ward. Wenjing was now awake, blinking her big eyes at Zhigang, and asked in a still weak voice, "Zhigang, you didn't sleep, did you?"

"I slept. I slept against the headboard all night."

Wenjing pouted and said, "Don't lie to me. You didn't arrive until midnight yesterday, and you were up for so long, how could you have had time to sleep?"

Zhigang lowered his head and kissed Wenjing's dry, chapped lips, saying, "Don't worry. Just focus on getting better."

Tears welled up in Wenjing's eyes again, and she said, "Kiss me one more time."

Zhigang leaned down and kissed Wenjing several times, saying, "When you're better, I'll let you kiss me as much as you want."

Wenjing softly said, "I wish I weren't sick."

Zhigang laughed and said, "You're just being childish. You're only upset because you're still sick. Do you think staying in the hospital will make you comfortable?"

Zhigang took meticulous care of Wenjing during her three-day hospital stay. Wenjing's fever completely subsided, and the inflammation had basically disappeared. The doctor advised her to rest at home for a few more days to prevent the inflammation from recurring due to catching a cold or other reasons. Zhigang took Wenjing home, bought an old hen, crucian carp, and turtle to make soup for her, and continued to take meticulous care of her. Wenjing joked, "It feels like I'm in postpartum confinement."

Zhigang said, "This is just a rehearsal. I'll have experience when you actually have postpartum confinement."

The smile on Wenjing's face disappeared, and she asked, "Zhigang, are you also in a hurry to have a child?"

"No. My career comes first, I can't hold you back."

Zhigang thought of Jing'er, who had given birth to his son, but he had only seen the child once and didn't know what he looked like now.

Wenjing said with a solemn expression, "I really regret it. I wish I hadn't gone down this path."

Wenjing truly regretted it; her body had recovered, but her heartache had deepened. She didn't know what the future held, but it would definitely get worse, though she didn't know how bad it would be.

"Everyone has to walk their own path,"

Zhigang said, unaware of Wenjing's thoughts, simply following his own logic. "If it's something you want to do, just do it, and don't regret it no matter the outcome."

Wenjing was still weak and couldn't have sex. Zhigang, afraid of making himself uncomfortable, didn't dare sleep with her at night, using an extra blanket. Even so, he couldn't sleep every night, but there was nothing he could do. Wenjing stayed home for a week. Aside from going out to buy groceries, Zhigang didn't go anywhere else, and apart from visiting Lanhua and Guiling, he didn't contact anyone else.

That night, as Zhigang went to bed, Wenjing felt better. Knowing Zhigang was still uncomfortable, she said, "Zhigang, come sleep with me."

Looking at her face, now rosy and full, Zhigang still asked worriedly, "Are you alright?"

Wenjing's eyes softened as she said, "No. I can't do it without a man."

Zhigang happily threw his blanket haphazardly onto the sofa and crawled into Wenjing's bed. He held Wenjing's warm, soft body, his little brother already hard and erect. Wenjing grabbed his penis and said, "How did you manage to hold back all these days?"

"I was just worried about your health,"

Zhigang said, "I didn't think about that."

"It shows that if you focus your mind on the right thing, you won't always be thinking about sleeping with women."

"My problem is that I have a hard time concentrating on things. I can only concentrate on something as important as you being sick. I don't want you to be sick all the time."

Zhigang was already impatiently taking Wenjing under the covers, reaching out to touch her flower, which was already in full bloom, sucking his fingers inside. Zhigang couldn't wait to let his penis slide into her, but he didn't dare to be rash, moving gently and slowly, watching Wenjing's reaction. Wenjing, however, thrust into him with even more vigorous movements, which reassured him to use his strong penis to pound into her. But Zhigang still didn't dare to tire Wenjing out too much. When Wenjing reached her climax, he also reached his climax at the same time, and they destroyed themselves in each other's passion.

Wenjing said, "Zhigang, I have to go to work tomorrow."

"Rest for a few more days, get your health back."

"No. I have a performance contract, and I've already breached one; I can't breach another."

"Then you should rest well tonight. Tomorrow will be tiring, it's your first day back at work."

"No. I'll be busy as soon as I get to work, I don't know when I'll be able to do it with you again. I still want you to do it with me."

"I'm afraid

you can't handle it." "I can handle it. I can't

handle it if you don't do it." "Then I'll do it."

"I'll do it as many times as you want, until dawn."

Tears streamed down Wenjing's face. She knew her fate was facing a serious crisis, and her marriage with Zhigang was facing a severe test. She sadly thought that perhaps tonight would be the last time she and Zhigang were intimate.

Zhuo Anni saw Wenjing enter the office and happily stood up from behind her desk, walking over to hug her and saying, "Wenjing, you're finally better. I missed you so much."

"I missed you all too,"

Wenjing said with a smile. She turned her head and saw An Dong, and her smile froze.

Anton said with a forced smile, "Wenjing, take good care of yourself. Don't worry about work."

"What are your plans for the next few days?"

Wenjing asked Anton.

"You need to recover for a couple of days. There's a performance next week in City A."

"City A again?"

Wenjing felt a strong aversion to City A; actually, she was averse to Secretary Wang of the Municipal Party Committee.

"It's for Donglu Real Estate Company's urban complex project. They're holding a grand promotional event, and they specifically requested your attendance."

Wenjing felt like a lamb to the slaughter, while Anton held a bloody butcher's knife to her neck.

Xueshan entered and greeted Wenjing, "Wenjing, you're here? Have you fully recovered?"

Wenjing didn't want to acknowledge Xueshan. The talented and deeply affectionate writer she remembered was unrecognizable. Now, in her eyes, Xueshan was a selfish, hypocritical, cowardly, and irresponsible coward. If he had taken even a little responsibility that day, how could he have faced Anton's threat? Anton uttered a single sentence, and he scurried away like a mouse, leaving Wenjing, who wasn't even dressed, in front of him. Was this even a man? Wenjing's mind had been filled with regrets these past few days, but her biggest regret was being deceived by the illusion of the snow mountain. His deep affection moved Wenjing, but she didn't express it. However, Wenjing knew that if this continued, she would eventually be moved to give herself to him. He had several opportunities to violate Wenjing but didn't, preferring to take care of himself. This not only moved Wenjing but also made her grateful, believing him to be the man who loved and cherished her most. Who knew it was all a lie? Wenjing now understood that his reluctance to touch her wasn't out of love, but because of his cowardly nature.

Wenjing felt that the real culprit behind her current predicament was the snow mountain.

Chapter 90 The Most Wonderful World

Wenjing went to work, and Zhigang had just started work as well. Guiling and Lanhua, seeing Zhigang at work, came over to inquire about Wenjing's recovery. Zhihong also came over. Zhigang said, "It's good that you're all here. Let's have a meeting."

Everyone sat down on the sofa. Guiling said, "Since the Lincun Club opened, things have been going smoothly, and it's been consistently profitable. There's basically nothing going on right now."

"Good,"

Zhigang said, "The most difficult period is over. Zhihong, how are the sales at Lincun Winery in Shanghai?"

Zhihong said, "The year before the Lunar New Year is the peak season. We overcame the difficulty of insufficient working capital, and sales increased by 30% compared to the same period last year. After the Spring Festival, it's the off-season, and I think this is the time for me to get out. Zhigang, you know, Zhou Kai asked me to go to City A. I've thought it over and decided to go, but Lincun Winery doesn't have a suitable person to take over right now."

Zhigang asked Lanhua, "What do you think?"

Lanhua smiled and said, "There's a perfect candidate."

"Who?"

Zhigang, Guiling, and Zhihong asked at the same time.

"Jing'er. I think it's time to bring Jing'er back."

Zhigang asked, "Can she let go of her child?"

"The child is three years old. Jing'er's mother can take care of him. You know her mother and Director Xu are married, right? The old couple can take care of a grandson without any problem."

"Would Jing'er be willing to come?"

"What do you think?"

Lan Hua countered Zhi Gang's question. "I just spoke to Jing'er on the phone yesterday, and she said she'd come if needed here."

"Is Tianming capable of handling things independently now?"

"Yes, he's made great progress in the past two years. Besides, there's Director Xu."

"Alright. Then let's call Jing'er over. With the club and winery in Shanghai stable, we can focus on making a big splash in City A."

Zhi Gang hadn't seen Jing'er for a year. He personally went to Hongqiao Airport to pick her up. When Jing'er came out dragging a suitcase, Zhi Gang saw her immediately. She hadn't changed much; her long hair was flowing over her shoulders, glossy black like silk. She was still so young and beautiful, only slightly fuller than before, exuding a more mature, womanly charm that Zhi Gang found particularly pleasing. He hugged Jing'er tightly for a while before letting go, taking her suitcase and heading towards the underground parking garage.

As soon as he got in the car, Zhi Gang couldn't resist. He cupped Jing'er's face in his hands and gently licked her red lips with his tongue. Jing'er's red lips parted slightly, her tongue gently pinched between her fingers, then she held it in her mouth, slowly sucking, like a baby nursing. They didn't have any passionate gestures; their kiss was as tranquil as a flowing stream, a quiet exchange of longing and love. Time flowed by like the stream. They finally separated. Zhigang started the car and drove out of the garage, glancing at the time casually. He realized an hour had passed since he picked up Jing'er. That meant their kiss had lasted a full 40 minutes.

Zhigang drove straight to his house. Wenjing was away on a business trip. Although he had vowed to himself not to upset Wenjing again and not to sleep with women easily when she was sick, there was one exception in his heart: Jing'er.

Looking at the familiar house that was now unrecognizable, a home for Zhigang and someone else, a pang of sadness swept through her heart, but it quickly passed. She was genuinely happy for Zhigang. Zhigang was the first man she had ever loved, and the only man she had ever loved. At first, Zhigang was the most perfect and charming man in her eyes because most of her peers were migrant workers, including Zhigang himself. She had never seen a man more outstanding than him. But later, as her horizons broadened, she met many more and more outstanding men, yet she still loved Zhigang as always. There was no reason for it; once she fell in love, she wouldn't easily change her mind. Perhaps she simply didn't have the capacity to love another man.

Zhigang put down his suitcase and said, "You must be tired from the journey, take a shower first."

Jing'er nodded and opened her suitcase to get a change of underwear. Zhigang went to the bathroom, turned on the hot water, and let it sit for a while until the water warmed up. Jing'er took off her coat and went into the bathroom in her underwear. Zhigang also took off his clothes and went in, saying, "I'll shower with you."

Jing'er smiled warmly at Zhigang, which was her approval. She helped Zhigang take off his clothes, and then Zhigang helped her. Jing'er's body was still as white and pure as exquisite thin porcelain, making Zhigang hesitant to scrub too hard, as if afraid of breaking it. Perhaps because of breastfeeding, her breasts, which were originally of a moderate size, were now a little larger. Besides, the effects of childbirth on her body were completely invisible.

Hot water poured over them, and they bathed each other in perfect harmony. Zhigang started washing Jing'er from behind her ears, gradually moving down her neck, caressing every corner of her body. This was the body of the woman he most desired but could not have, the body of the woman he missed most now. When Zhigang washed Jing'er's clitoris, she trembled, feeling a sudden, intense discomfort, as if a switch had been flipped. Zhigang lifted her up, his hands around her thighs, slowly lowering her, then aimed his penis at her and inserted it.

Zhigang made Jing'er bounce up and down, her pair of white breasts flashing before his eyes, hitting his face. He stretched out his face, letting her breasts slap his face alternately, making Jing'er giggle, then furrow her brow, enjoying the stimulation of his penis penetrating her.

Jing'er reached her climax, crying out, "Ah! Zhigang—ah—"

Zhigang, leaning against the wall, channeled his strength into his arms, relentlessly stimulating Jing'er during her orgasms until she clung to him, panting heavily, her arms around his neck, kissing his ear, and gently biting it with her teeth. Zhigang hadn't ejaculated, but he was exhausted. He turned off the water, hastily dried them both, and then, still with his penis pressing against Jing'er, slowly walked to the bedside. He placed Jing'er on the edge of the bed, sitting down, and stood beneath her, unleashing the strength and power he had previously been unable to muster on her clitoris. Jing'er

let Zhigang torment her for another hour, and a second climax struck, leaving Zhigang lost in her beauty.

They didn't want to put on clothes, and remained embracing each other on the bed. The air conditioning was on full blast, but Zhigang still covered him and Jing'er with a thin blanket, saying, "Don't catch a cold. Otherwise, Lanhua and Guiling will laugh at me again."

Jing'er said, "Do they know we're having sex here?"

Zhigang laughed and said, "Would they believe me if I said we weren't?"

Jing'er hugged Zhigang tightly, kissing the muscles on his chest, and said softly, "Zhigang, I miss you so much."

"I miss you too."

Zhigang stroked the smooth skin on Jing'er's back and said, "Do you have any news about Chun'er?"

"No. That girl is so irresponsible, she doesn't contact her family no matter where she goes."

"It's my fault. I didn't take good care of her."

"How can you blame yourself? A girl this age, can you still keep her tied to your waistband?"

"She ran away because she was traumatized by my wedding."

"It's understandable, even I couldn't stand it, I didn't want to attend your wedding."

"The people I owe the most in this life are you sisters."

"I've always wondered why you didn't want to marry Chun'er?"

"I don't know either. Although Chun'er is your sister, our personalities are too different. I still prefer your personality."

"Is your wife's personality like mine?"

Zhigang thought for a moment and said, "Only in some ways." After

the

Lantern Festival, Zhigang would first go to City A, with Zhichun going with him. Lanhua would wait for Jing'er to take over the work at the neighboring village's winery from Zhihong and then familiarize her with the business for a while before going to City A.

Zhichun didn't dare drive the BMW back to Shanghai; she left it at the winery. Zhigang dropped Zhichun off at the winery and continued staying at the Jiuzhou Hotel. His current work involved several companies, government agencies, and banks, making it unsuitable for him to stay at the winery. Zhou Kai, Kan Wei, and Fang Youping all came. Kan Wei was holding a real estate promotion event tomorrow, and they were all there to support him. They sat in the hotel lobby bar, drinking tea and chatting, when a group of people walked in. Besides their usual luggage, they also brought some musical instruments, clearly a music band. Seeing them, Kan Wei stood up and walked over, bringing three people with him. "Let me introduce you," he said.

Zhigang immediately spotted Wenjing and was about to speak when Wenjing stopped him with a look. Kan Wei asked, "Zhigang, do you know each other?"

Zhigang smiled and said, "Yes, we know each other. I know she's a famous singer, but she doesn't know me."

"Oh, still chasing after celebrities? Let's introduce ourselves then."

Kan Wei said to Wenjing, "Miss Helen, this is Feng Zhigang, the general manager of Shanghai Lincun Company, a fan of yours."

Helen was Wenjing's stage name. She extended her hand, only allowing Zhigang to grasp four fingers, suppressing a laugh, and said, "Nice to meet you."

Zhigang also feigned a flattered fan's expression, saying, "Nice to meet you. Nice to meet you."

The other two were Zhuo Anni and An Dong. Zhou Kai was very familiar with them and had worked with them before; only Fang Youping was someone they didn't know.

"This is Zhuo Anni, the general manager of Shanghai Yijingfeng Culture Brokerage Co., Ltd., and this is the music director, An Dong."

After introducing the other side, Kan Wei introduced the other side, "This is Fang Youping, Chairman of Shanghai Junuo Network Technology Co., Ltd., and this is Feng Zhigang, General Manager of Shanghai Lincun Industrial Company."

"Feng Zhigang?"

Zhuo Anni looked at Zhigang, then at Wenjing, "You're Feng Zhigang?"

"Yes. It's the real deal."

Zhigang knew why she was so surprised. She knew Zhigang's friends Mengyao and Qiaoli, so she knew Zhigang, and also knew that he and Wenjing were husband and wife.

"It's a pleasure to meet you,"

Zhuo Anni said, "I've heard so much about you."

Kan Wei said, "Please go to your rooms and settle in. See you at dinner."

Kan Wei was treating everyone that evening, and he had invited Wang Yaozong, the Party Secretary of the Municipal Committee. However, Wang Yaozong said he would have to leave after a while, as he had another banquet to host. But when Wang Yaozong saw Wenjing, he didn't mention leaving. Kan Wei arranged for Wenjing to sit next to Wang Yaozong. Wang Yaozong kept clinking glasses with Wenjing and talking to her while looking down at her. Zhigang was annoyed by this, so he slipped away under the pretext of going to the restroom.

In fact, Wang Yaozong didn't sit for long. His secretary, Ye Changqing, came in and reminded him several times before he reluctantly stood up to leave.

After dinner, Wenjing naturally wouldn't participate in the second half of the event, so she returned to her room. She took out her pajamas from her suitcase to take a shower when she heard a knock at the door. She opened the door, and An Dong walked in.

"Listen, tonight you're going to keep Secretary Wang company,"

An Dong said coldly.

The moment she had been afraid to think about, the moment she had always hoped to avoid, had finally arrived. Wenjing felt like she had fallen into an ice cellar, her whole body turning cold. She asked, "Do I really have to do this?"

"Yes,"

An Dong said, his small but very sharp eyes fixed on Wenjing. "You have no choice."

Wenjing slumped onto the bed. An Dong came over and pushed her onto the bed, saying, "Keep with me for a bit."

Wenjing had no choice but to let him take her body and caress her all over. His caresses didn't elicit any reaction from Wenjing, so she lightly licked the flower-like shape of a vertical line with the tip of her tongue. Wenjing lay on her back, eyes closed, her legs spread apart by Anton. She felt his tongue patiently licking her closed lips from bottom to top and then from top to bottom. She felt a slight itch, and her lips involuntarily parted slightly. Anton continued licking, the gap gradually widening until his tongue could penetrate inside, touching her clitoris. Wenjing blushed with shame and tears streamed

down her face. Anton licked open the petals and then tried to insert his penis. It was still tightly closed inside, so he used both hands to pry open the flower center and forcefully entered. Wenjing felt a sharp pain; the penis rubbed dryly inside, without any lubrication, making her feel as if her inner walls were being torn apart, burning with pain. She cried out, "Ah! It hurts. Be gentle."

"Okay. I'll be gentle."

Anton was already panting heavily. He stopped moving, lay on top of Wenjing, and began to kiss her. Wenjing kept her lips closed, so he only kissed them, licking between her lips with the tip of his tongue, like kissing a flower. Wenjing's lips couldn't stay closed forever, so he took advantage of the opening, his tongue pushing into her mouth.

Her **, filled with the jade pillar, gradually loosened without the control of her brain, naturally secreting fluid to lubricate the contact points, and Anton began to move. Her ** gradually loosened from the feeling of being filled and swollen, and began to experience a little pleasure. Anton moved slowly and patiently, adjusting his speed according to the sensations transmitted from her ** to the jade pillar. As the inner walls of her ** became softer and more lubricated, his movements became faster and faster. Wenjing felt pleasure, but she still felt it was sinful and unwilling to fully enjoy it, so she bit her lip, resisting Anton's invasion. Anton moved for an hour, knowing that Wenjing wouldn't climax, and then surrendered.

Anton kissed Wenjing's red lips, his voice softening, saying, "That's right. Think about it, isn't that how it is? It doesn't matter who you do it with. You and I will cooperate, we'll make big money and enjoy life."

Wenjing kept her eyes tightly closed, tears streaming down her face. Anton finished dressing and said, "Wait for my text message." Hearing

Anton

leave and close the door, Wenjing lay on the bed for a long time. She had helplessly become a prostitute, forced to sleep with others, selling her body, becoming a high-class prostitute. How had she become this kind of person?

What would she do now? Would she just sink into this state? But was there any other way out? How could she face Zhigang afterward?

Wenjing got up, took a shower, scrubbed her lips repeatedly, and then lay back down on the bed. Anton's actions had exhausted her, and she fell asleep.

The ringing of her phone woke Wenjing. She picked it up: "Hello."

"What are you doing?"

It was Anton's voice. "Didn't you see my text? I haven't come over yet, I'm getting impatient."

"Okay."

Wenjing hung up and saw a text message on her phone: Go to room 3801.

Wenjing took the elevator to the 37th floor, walked up to the 38th floor, and gently knocked twice on the door of room 3801. The door opened, and Wang Yaozong said happily, "Helen, you're here. Please come in."

Wang Yaozong was wearing pajamas and asked Wenjing to sit on the sofa, personally making her tea. Wenjing admitted in her heart that Wang Yaozong was very handsome, especially his refined and confident temperament, possessing a powerful aura that always unconsciously influenced people. This kind of man is a perfect blend of inner and outer beauty, rarely encountered. In Wenjing's memory, only her father's temperament and image could compare to Wang Yaozong. However, Wang Yaozong's method of getting Wenjing to his room exposed the ugliness hidden behind his outward appearance.

Wang Yaozong was very talkative and knowledgeable. He chatted with Wenjing about music and literature, which broadened her horizons. She was surprised that a municipal party secretary could have such artistic cultivation, with unique insights and perspectives that were no less impressive than those taught by a professor in a classroom, and perhaps even more insightful. When the topic turned to her own profession, Wenjing became more talkative. Her knowledge base far exceeded that of the average music academy student, and her interests extended to literature, history, and other fields, coinciding perfectly with Wang Yaozong's conversation. She forgot her real purpose for coming and freely and enthusiastically engaged in conversation with Secretary Wang.

Wang Yaozong's purpose, of course, wasn't to discuss music and literature with Wenjing. At some point, he shifted the topic to life and emotions, offering another set of unique insights. These views clashed with Wenjing's, and not wanting to argue, she remained silent in disagreement. Seeing that the conversation was not going well, Wang Yaozong didn't say much more, but got up and sat down next to Wenjing, putting his arm around her waist. Wenjing didn't object; remembering her purpose for coming, she allowed Wang Yaozong to wrap his arms around her soft waist and then stroke her back. Wang Yaozong sensed Wenjing's attitude of neither resisting nor cooperating, which was exactly the reaction he wanted, proving that all his previous work hadn't been in vain. He knew that a proud and self-respecting female celebrity like Wenjing wouldn't easily cooperate; her lack of resistance was already a rare quality. He believed that with his charm and skills in bed, as long as she didn't dislike him, he could eventually at least win her over physically.

Yao Zong's hands gently slid from Wen Jing's back to her front, kneading her full breasts. Wen Jing felt a strange stimulation and tremor. She had been captured by the experienced Wang Yao Zong, becoming his prey. She thought of what An Dong had told her earlier that day—that it didn't matter who she did it with—but doing it with Yao Zong was completely different. She was curious, even eager, to experience what it would feel like to have sex with this talented and knowledgeable municipal party secretary. She figured that since she had already abandoned all pretense of shame, she might as well accept it; it was better than doing it with An Dong. With this thought, her body naturally reacted, becoming even softer under Yao Zong's caresses, and showing a slight willingness to respond. Wang Yao Zong keenly received the signals from Wen Jing's body, feeling the places his hands were touching becoming more comfortable. He took off Wen Jing's top and caressed her upper body. Wen Jing's reaction became more obvious; she arched her chest, making her breasts more forward to receive the caresses. Yao Zong put his penis in his mouth, and then his hands slipped inside Wen Jing's waistband, stroking her from back to her buttocks, between her pants and skin. Wenjing's buttocks were smooth and cool, her skin taut, and she wriggled at Yaozong's touch. Her trousers naturally slipped down to her feet, the abundant pubic hair between her body and thighs concealing everything. Yaozong parted the pubic hair and saw the exquisitely beautiful, delicate flower already in bloom.

This was the first time Wenjing had so willingly opened her body to a man other than Zhigang, allowing him to glimpse her heart through the passage between her flowers. She had forgotten shame, forgotten self-respect, forgotten everything; her consciousness was only focused on this exquisite man cultivating her body, and her body so desperately craved and needed this cultivation. For many years, she had suppressed herself, letting her parents' teachings and traditional morality bind her, all willingly and without any coercion. She felt this was the normal state of life. But at this moment, all of that edifice crumbled, leaving behind only the most primal yet most modern enjoyment and pleasure.

Wenjing began to moan softly. As Yaozong sucked the fluid from her flower, she felt as if her life was being drawn out. Filled with intention and emotion, she quickened her moans, almost breathless, crying out urgently like an animal.

Yaozong's lips and Wenjing's jade lips intertwined like four flower petals, Wenjing feeling as if they were tied in a knot, stimulating each other. Her body, too, felt soft and thirsty, as if tied in a knot. Yaozong's jade pillar slid into her at the opportune moment, and in that instant, she felt as if struck by lightning again, her body split in two, this time even more intensely. She seemed to smell the scorching heat of the lightning burning her body.

Wenjing's orgasm was rapid and continuous; she wanted Yaozong not to stop. They bounced up and down together on the Simmons mattress, the acceleration and impact making Wenjing dizzy with pleasure. After being cleaved in two, she began to burn again, the aroma of charred flesh filling her nostrils. With all her strength and body, she clung tightly to the jade pillar, letting it burn and perish with her.

The last time she felt this way was on New Year's Eve with the snow mountain during their first time together. She had thought that was the pinnacle of pleasure, insurmountable, but this time she had easily trampled that peak underfoot. Afterwards, Wenjing still felt breathless. She kept kissing Yaozong, thanking him for giving her such wonderful enjoyment. At this moment, she felt that there was nothing wrong with sex. If this was depravity, she would rather be depraved. If she didn't fall into depravity, how could she enjoy these things? If she didn't try with several men, how could she have met Yaozong?

Yaozong was even more exhausted than Wenjing, but his pleasure was unparalleled. Previously, his favorite woman was Zhichun. Her personality, her gentleness and tenderness in bed, and the communication between their bodies made him unable to resist. He had always believed that sex should be done with a smart person to experience true pleasure, and Zhichun was the smartest woman he had ever been with. Now, he has met the more intelligent Wenjing, with whom he shares not only a deep physical connection but also a spiritual understanding. Such a high degree of harmony and unity between body and soul is a rare occurrence in the human world, if not by fate.

And he has unlocked the most wonderful world within Wenjing's body.

Chapter 091 Passionate Hot Spring Bath

After the Spring Festival, the construction of the new winery site accelerated. Yu Wanli and his workers, after a period of adjustment, had adapted to Kan Wei's management style, and their proficiency and speed of construction naturally improved. Lan Hua optimistically estimated that they could move in after May Day. This would signify the official launch of the urban complex project at the old site, and the preliminary work needed to be expedited, otherwise it would be too late. The project plan had been approved, and the design work was underway.

Zhao Weimin told Lan Hua that there was still one major headache at the old winery site: several families of former employees still lived in the factory area. They had all sorts of valid reasons for moving in: some were from impoverished families who were forced to move in because factory leaders wouldn't provide housing; some were petitioners pressured by city leaders to move in; and some were the most unreasonable and domineering employees in the factory who always got the benefits…

Lan Hua scolded Zhao Weimin: “Why didn’t you say so sooner? Such a big matter needs to be prepared for earlier.”

“Say so earlier wouldn’t have mattered. To move them out, we can’t wait until the entire factory is demolished. As long as they can stay, they’ll stay. Besides, we’ve been too busy with this matter to even discuss it now.”

“Do you have any good suggestions?”

“No. I’ve been helpless with this before. After all, it’s a state-owned enterprise, and it’s not worth offending people. Besides, they do have their own difficulties.”

“It seems you have some sympathy for them? What difficulties do they have? Why can’t they be resolved?”

“They’re all things that state-owned enterprises can’t solve. There are some places we can’t open up. Once we do, it’ll have a domino effect and become uncontrollable.”

"Come on, take me to see this."

Zhao Weimin led Lan Hua to the innermost part of the winery, where a dilapidated bungalow had originally housed a wine cellar. After the cellar was moved, the workers occupied the space. Four families lived in this bungalow. Behind it was an abandoned warehouse, also housing three or four families. Kitchens and storage rooms had been haphazardly built outside. Electrical wires were strung haphazardly through windows and wall holes; there were no poles, just nails hammered into the wall with wires looped around them, at a height even a child could reach. Lan Hua said, "I've never seen such a mess of electrical wires in the countryside. It's so dangerous. I think you're protecting them. If you didn't provide them with electricity, would they be like this?"

Zhao Weimin said, "I didn't provide them with electricity at first either. They crawled into the warehouse and pulled out the power themselves, which was even more dangerous than this. I had to ask the electrician to install a line for them and run it indoors. These external wires are from their own kitchen, which they built without permission and then ran the wires there themselves."

"You're really confused. If something happens, like an electric shock or a fire, you'll bear a huge responsibility."

Zhao Weimin said with a simple smile, "I know that. There's nothing I can do. I can only minimize the danger and then pray that nothing bad happens. That's the downside of state-owned enterprises. As a factory leader, I'm powerless to fundamentally solve their problems, but if something goes wrong, I have to take full responsibility. Even if you know you're a scapegoat, you can't clearly explain who you're taking the blame for."

"Now, is their problem related to the winery in our neighboring village?"

“Logically, it shouldn’t matter, but if we don’t find a solution, no one will, and in the end, we’ll be the ones affected and the construction schedule delayed.”

Lan Hua walked into a house with the door open. Inside, an elderly woman in her sixties was sitting on a small stool, picking vegetables on the floor. She glanced up at them before lowering her head to continue picking vegetables. Lan Hua thought that perhaps too many people had come in, many of whom were probably higher-ranking officials than Zhao Weimin, but their problem remained unresolved. Zhao Weimin said, “This is an elderly couple. The old man is a retired worker from the winery. Before retirement, because he was honest, he hadn’t been allocated a house, so he had to live here.”

“You’re the factory director, can’t you give him a house?”

“They moved in before I took office. When I came, the old man had already retired. Even if I had the authority to allocate houses, I couldn’t give them one; that would be against the regulations.”

Lan Hua left one house, and the other doors were locked. Zhao Weimin said, “Some of them are still working at the winery, but they’re almost retirement age and have no hope of having a place to live. They’re the ones who suffer the most from this restructuring

. Even if you give them some money to buy out their years of service, with current housing prices, that money can only buy a bathroom.” Lan Hua said, “I understand. You deliberately ignored this legacy issue to take care of them, right?”

“I had no other choice. So I hope that after you take over, you won’t ignore them either, and try your best to find a solution.”

“You stayed to help me, probably for that reason too?”

Zhao Weimin smiled and said, “I’m not that noble. The compensation you gave me is not low. But if I can help them in any way, of course I will.”

Lan Hua had always had a good feeling about Zhao Weimin, but it was just a feeling. She had kept Zhao Weimin on based solely on that feeling. Today’s incident proved that Lan Hua’s feeling was correct; Zhao Weimin was at least an honest and good person. She asked, "Don't this elderly couple have children?" "

They have two sons, both working in the south. Their income isn't high, and they can't take care of them."

"Do you think we can solve this problem like this? We can at least get one of their sons a job at the winery, so he has an income and can take care of the elderly nearby. There are many houses among the farmers near the winery, and the rent is cheap. With an income, they should be able to rent a place."

"That's a good idea,"

Zhao Weimin said happily. "I told you you had a way to help them."

"I'm helping you too,"

Lan Hua said, glancing at Zhao Weimin. "Your kindness touched me. You know the situations of the other families, so just follow this approach and come up with a plan, then we'll study and implement it. What do you think?"

"Of course. Thank you, Mr. Chen."

"We're all family, why are you being so polite?"

Lan Hua smiled at him. "Come on, let's go back."

Back

in the office, Kan Wei was sitting in Lan Hua's seat, surfing the internet on his computer. Lan Hua asked, "Why didn't you call me when you got here?"

"The office said you went to the factory and would be back soon. I didn't need to call."

"Is something wrong?"

"Nothing, just came to see you."

Lan Hua spat at him and sat down on the sofa. Kan Wei came over and sat down, saying, "The relocation is imminent, so I came to check on things. You're bound to encounter some unexpected problems."

"You're absolutely right, I just ran into a new problem."

Lan Hua explained the situation of the factory's residents and asked Kan Wei, "Do you think my solution is feasible?"

Kan Wei said, "According to convention, we only demolish the houses. If they can't stay, they have to leave. That's not our business; the local government has a responsibility to relocate them."

"But I can't bear to drive them away. They are all weak people oppressed and bullied under the state-owned system."

"That's not the mindset of a businessman. Doing business and doing charity are two different things; they should be done separately, understand? But I understand your womanly mindset; this idea is feasible. It's just that you've overlooked my mindset."

Lan Hua looked at Kan Wei's thick lips in confusion: "What's wrong with your mindset? Is Chairman Kan psychologically fragile?"

"People in love are all psychologically fragile. You actually have a very good impression of Zhao Weimin and are helping him fulfill a wish, which makes me jealous."

"Isn't it sour? At your age, still in love? Still so fragile?"

Lan Hua was quite pleased. It was always a blessing to have a man jealous of her. She admired Kan Wei's keenness and intelligence even more, that he had actually seen through her thoughts.

Kan Wei sat down next to Lan Hua, put his arm around her, and said, "Let's live together."

Lan Hua pulled away and said, "This is the office, sit back down."

Kan Wei had no choice but to sit back down and said, "Answer me."

Lan Hua looked directly at him and said, "Like you, I've had many men, but apart from my husband, I've never lived with any other man. I don't understand why you insist on living together, aren't we already lovers?"

"That feels different. I don't lack lovers; if I want to find one, I can do it anytime, anywhere, you know that, but I don't want to find lovers anymore. I just want to find a companion for life." "

I've said it before, I have a man, I won't be your companion for life."

"Then I hope you can become my regular intimate lover, is that okay?"

"Don't you want to find mistresses or younger women to solve your physical needs?"

"To be honest, I really don't want to. Once you've seen the ocean, you can't be satisfied with a river. I've solved my physical needs enough in the first half of my life, but I always feel increasingly hungry psychologically. In the second half of my life, I want a woman who can solve both my psychological and physical needs."

Lan Hua felt a surge of heat in her heart. If she were to marry now, Kan Wei would truly be the perfect choice. No matter how close she and Zhigang are, they can only ever be family. Even if they were the right age, she wouldn't want to marry Zhigang; she only wants to care for and love him like a mother. Kan Wei, on the other hand, is someone she can rely on; she feels safe with him, and can even relax and be a little spoiled. Even the oldest and strongest woman is vulnerable and needs protection, and besides, she's not really old. However, she no longer has the opportunity to marry, or rather, she has never even considered divorce and remarriage.

"I can't be your constant lover yet,"

Lan Hua said. "At least I won't remain chaste for you. I've never had the idea of chastity. Even when I loved my husband the most, I still slept with the men I wanted."

"I don't have that requirement," Kan Wei replied with a smile. "We've both been through it all. I've said it before, everything should be natural and free. I don't care who you sleep with, as long as you don't do it in front of me."

"What if I do it in front of you?" Kan Wei said

fiercely. "Then I'll castrate him right in front of you."

Lan Hua and Kan Wei burst into laughter. Being with Kan Wei was easy and enjoyable. In the countryside, she only knew how to do farm work and housework. After marriage, her greatest joy was sleeping with her third brother on the hillside. After moving to Shanghai, she was busy with livelihood and career, and being older, she had never thought about spiritual enjoyment. Now she realized that this relaxed state of mind, seamless communication, and spiritual exchange were very enjoyable and brought unprecedented happiness. She wondered, is this love? She might as well try it.

Lan Hua was delighted and said, "Treat me to dinner tonight."

"Okay. What do you want to eat?"

"You decide, but make sure I'm satisfied. I want to see how you seduce a respectable woman."

Lan Hua was being a little coquettish. Coquetry is truly a woman's nature, and even a simple, genuine woman like Lan Hua could effortlessly pull it off in front of the man she liked.

"Are you still a respectable woman?"

Kan Wei looked at Lan Hua with a hint of lust.

"Even if I'm not, are you still Prince Charming?"

"I just found a great place, I'll take you there today."

Kan Wei drove his Mercedes 600 to the Yinshan Hot Spring Sanatorium in the suburbs. Kan Wei booked a private room on the second floor. The room was large, but the dining table was small—a long, rectangular Western-style table with a sofa, coffee table, and a bar on one side. Kan Wei ordered abalone, lobster, salmon, and other seafood. Then he went into the bar, grabbed a bottle of XO, and asked Lan Hua, "How about half a bottle each?"

"No problem,"

Lan Hua said. "I'm a bartender, don't try to get me drunk."

"Why would I get you drunk? To seduce you?"

Lan Hua laughed and playfully punched him, saying, "To seduce an innocent woman."

After drinking more than half a bottle of wine, Kan Wei asked, "How's the food?"

Lan Hua didn't like seafood and couldn't tell the difference, so she said, "Not good. You might as well order me a plate of braised pork."

"I'm sorry. I didn't know you weren't interested in seafood; I was just trying to spend more money to please you. Just order some braised pork."

"Forget it, don't order any more. This seafood is enough. You didn't satisfy me, so accept the punishment?"

"I accept the punishment. How do you want me to punish you?"

Lan Hua couldn't think of a way to punish him, so she said, "How do you want me to punish you?"

Kan Wei, with a smug, wicked smile, went to the door, closed the private room door, then walked to Lan Hua's side, picked her up, and said, "I'll make it up to you now." Lan

Hua was shocked to see Kan Wei about to undress her and said, "What are you doing? How can we do this in a private room? The waiter is coming in."

“It’s okay. I’ll do her too when the waitress comes in.”

Lan Hua grabbed her collar, preventing Kan Wei from taking it off. Kan Wei said, “Don’t worry, I’ve locked the door, the waitress won’t come in. It’s very free here, you can do whatever you want.”

“Really?”

Lan Hua was half-believing, half-doubting, afraid that Kan Wei was lying to her. “You don’t really want the waitress to come in and do it with you, do you? Does this place offer that kind of service?”

“Do you want to?”

Kan Wei put Lan Hua on the sofa, leaned down and looked at her, saying, “How about finding a male waitress to do it with you?”

Lan Hua giggled and said, “Okay.”

Kan Wei pulled open Lan Hua’s collar and said, “You little slut, aren’t you afraid I’ll castrate him?”

Lan Hua was already aroused by this, so she let Kan Wei do it to her.

Three. Kan Wei sat down in the chair, his jade pillar pointing straight to the sky. He wasn’t tall, but his thing was quite large. He had Lan Hua straddle his lap, slowly lowering herself onto his penis, her breasts enveloping it. Lan Hua immediately began to heave, her breasts swaying up and down in front of Kan Wei, sometimes even hitting his head. Her orgasm came so quickly that before Kan Wei could even put her on the sofa, she violently slammed down, allowing his penis to penetrate as deeply as possible, screaming loudly and burying Kan Wei's head between her legs. Kan Wei could only sit there to release his pent-up desire, resulting in their fluids mixing in their vaginal fluids and flowing onto his body, turning his pubic area into a swamp.

Kan Wei said, "Let's go to the hot springs."

They put on their clothes, went downstairs to a room, then took off their clothes again and entered the large bathtub with two different depths. They lay side by side in the shallow water, with a stone pillow under their heads so their heads were above water. After their intense activity, they were both tired and sleepy, and they fell asleep at the same time.

Lan Hua was awakened by Kan Wei's actions, as he was inserting his large penis into her vagina. Lan Hua asked, "Can we do it in the water?"

"Yes, you'll see when you try."

"Have you done this before?"

"Of course."

"With whom?"

Lan Hua's jealousy flared, and she pinched Kan Wei's arm hard.

"Ouch!"

Kan Wei cried out, his penis sliding into her vagina. "You know how many women I've been with, why are you jealous?"

Lan Hua herself didn't know why she was jealous. She hugged Kan Wei tightly; the feeling in the water was no different. Kan Wei helped her sit up, and the two moved to deeper water, making love while half-floating. Lan Hua quickly reached another climax, and Kan Wei, unable to exert any strength, could only stand in the water, his feet bracing against the bottom, and they both perished.

They showered themselves clean under the showerhead by the wall, dried themselves, and went to the bedroom, collapsing wearily onto the large bed. Kan Wei said, "I'm getting old, not as good as I was when I was young."

Lan Hua turned to Kan Wei and asked, "How amazing were you when you were young?"

"Even if I was amazing, you can't experience it now. Let's not talk about it."

"You satisfy me now. So I'm curious, how could I have resisted you when you were young?"

"You were even younger then, how could you not have resisted?"

"Definitely not."

"Why?"

"When you were in your twenties, I was only a teenager, how could I have resisted?"

Kan Wei hugged Lan Hua and laughed. They fell asleep in each other's arms.

When they woke up in the morning, they naturally made love passionately again before getting dressed and getting up, satisfied. After having breakfast on the second floor, they got in the car and headed to the city. Kan Wei dropped Lan Hua off at the winery and then left. Lan Hua walked into the office, and Zhi Chun rushed over to ask her, "Where did you go last night?"

Lan Hua countered, "You didn't go to the villa yesterday?"

"No. I slept in your room, thinking you'd come back even if you sang until midnight, but I woke up alone this morning."

"Why didn't you go to the villa?"

"He doesn't demand as much from me now, so if he doesn't go, I don't have to. He probably thinks I'm not interesting anymore, so he comes less often."

"He's busy with work."

"That's what he says too, but I think he has too many women."

"Are you jealous?"

Zhi Chun sighed softly and said, "Women all get jealous, just to varying degrees."

Lan Hua remembered that she had been jealous yesterday and felt that Zhi Chun was right.

Zhichun snapped out of his reverie and said with a smile, "Oh, you haven't answered my question yet. Tell me quickly."

Lanhua, unusually shy, leaned close to Zhichun's ear with a blissful expression and said, "I'm with Kan Wei."

Zhichun said dismissively, "What's so surprising about that? It's not like it's your first time."

Lanhua said, "He said he wants to marry me."

"Marry you?"

Zhichun remained unconvinced. "Men always say that when they want to sleep with a woman."

"It's true. At first, I didn't believe it, but he's told me so many times, even after we've slept together. He said he wants to find a companion to share the rest of his life with. Now I believe it's true."

Zhichun paused for a moment, then sighed softly, "Sigh! He's never said anything like that to me before. Even if it were a lie, I'd feel good hearing it."

"You still expect the Party Secretary to marry you? That's wishful thinking." "

No. I just wanted him to say something to comfort me. But he's never said anything like that."

"Didn't Zheng Ting marry you? You're already thinking about other things right after the wedding."

"If Zheng Ting finds out, I wonder if he'll divorce me."

"You absolutely can't let him know."

"What if he finds out?"

"Alright, let's not talk about that anymore, let's talk about work. Call Director Zhao over."

Zhichun called Zhao Weimin over, and Lanhua asked, "How are things going with those households?"

Zhao Weimin said, “There are eight households in total, and the three that are the most difficult to handle are Ding Youliang, an old bachelor in his fifties who works as a packer. He likes to drink, and he gets drunk easily. When he's drunk, he runs to the factory gate and starts cursing, spreading all the rumors about the factory, whether true or false, attracting a lot of onlookers. The second household is the one you visited this morning; the old man is named Jiang Ping'an. The third household is the most troublesome; they are a long-time petitioner, a headache even for the city authorities. The man in this household is named Fu Chuanlin, but the woman is particularly formidable.”

“Have you contacted these three households?”

“Ding Youliang is easy to talk to when he's not drinking, but it's pointless to talk to him; once he's drunk, nothing matters. I talked to Jiang Ping'an yesterday, and he said he would call his son and ask one of his sons to come back to work. When I went to Fu Chuanlin's house, the woman immediately became furious, saying that if I told her to move out, she would petition.”

“They need to give me some explanation, right? How can they get her to move out?”

"Fu Chuanlin's wife said she'd move if she got a house."

Lan Hua scoffed, "Dream on."

Zhi Chun said, "Let's just ignore it and tell them to go to the city."

Lan Hua said, "That way we'd have a point too; their relocation really has nothing to do with us. But even if we push it to the city, the government won't be able to solve it easily; they'll still have to discuss it with us."

"If they come to us for advice, it's like the city is begging us, which gives us more room to maneuver. If we take on the responsibility all at once, the city can just wash its hands of it. They didn't know who to turn to before, but now they've found someone to cause trouble for."

Zhao Weimin said, "Zhi Chun makes sense. Let the city solve it first, and then wait for them to come to us for advice. I think we can do that. Have the office notify them of the relocation time, so they'll be on edge. They'll definitely cause trouble at the municipal government, and we can put some pressure on the municipal government, because this is something the municipal government promised to do."

Lan Hua said, "Okay, let's do it that way. Weimin, have the office issue the notice right away." Just

as Lan Hua finished speaking, the office director, Fang Yuqiao, came in and said, "General Manager Chen, several residents in the factory are causing trouble."

"What's going on?"

"They're staging a sit-in at the county government gate, attracting a lot of onlookers and disrupting the government's normal operations. The government office called and told us to go there immediately."

Lan Hua said, "Let's go."

Lan

Hua drove, taking Zhi Chun and Zhao Weimin to the city government gate. A large crowd had already gathered, blocking half the road. Cars honked incessantly, slowly making their way through, followed by a long line of vehicles. Lan Hua parked the car, and they squeezed through the crowd. They saw about a dozen men and women in the middle, some standing, some sitting. One person held a sign made of cardboard boxes that read: "The winery cannot be sold off cheaply; we still have our houses there."

The back of the sign still bore the winery's packaging.

Lan Hua and Zhao Weimin exchanged a glance, both understanding that the target was both the government and them. If they incited public resentment towards the winery buyer, the neighboring village company's future work would be difficult. Zhao Weimin knew the leader must be Fu Chuanlin's wife, Zhang Wenxiu, so he said to her, "What's the use of you causing trouble here? You'll only make things worse. Go back quickly, let's talk things out and come up with a solution."

Zhang Wenxiu was in her forties, stout, with a large, plump face, and a mouth that spoke like a machine gun, without pause. She herself was unemployed, originally a vegetable farmer on the outskirts of the city. After marrying Fu Chuanlin, she worked as a temporary worker at the winery, moving products around the factory. She was more concerned about and strongly involved in the winery's affairs than the regular employees, especially matters concerning employee welfare, particularly housing allocation. She was always at the forefront of the protests. The person in charge of housing allocation in the factory's general affairs department didn't want to give her a good apartment and always assigned Fu Chuanlin the worst one. Of course, she didn't want it, so she moved into the winery premises, trying to force the factory leaders to give her a better apartment. She also repeatedly petitioned, accusing previous factory leaders of misappropriating housing and occupying the best apartments, etc. Such trivial matters are insignificant among petitioners; the petition office is already overwhelmed with far more serious complaints, let alone this. Each time, her petitions are forwarded to the winery's superiors, and ultimately to the factory leaders. She continues to petition. She firmly believes that the squeaky wheel gets the grease; her goal is to escalate the small matter, amplify its impact, annoy the leaders, and force them to give her a better house.

Before Lan Hua and her group arrived, Zhang Wenxiu was giving a speech, telling the onlookers how the winery leaders always failed to allocate her a newly built house, forcing her to live in the factory's dilapidated warehouse, which leaked in summer and let in drafts in winter, making her family's life worse than before liberation. Seeing Director Zhao and his group arrive, she became even more enthusiastic, because someone was finally paying attention to her. She said to Zhao Weimin, "What's there to discuss? Give me back the house that belongs to me, and I'll leave immediately."

"What house that belongs to you?"

Zhao Weimin said. "You didn't want the house allocated to you; you wanted to live in the factory. Whose fault is that?"

"It's your leaders who are bullying us! Why don't you live in such a dilapidated house? You take all the good ones, not only do you live there yourself, but your son and daughter-in-law also got good houses, and your relatives and friends all got good houses. Only we ordinary workers and commoners don't have good houses. And you still have the nerve to criticize me?"

She was referring to Zhao Weimin's former leader, which was indeed true, but that person had already been dealt with by the organization—dismissed from his post and expelled from the Party. Zhao Weimin was appointed factory director around that time. After becoming factory director, he never wanted any of the factory's houses. What Zhang Wenxiu said had nothing to do with him, especially since he was now the former factory director. He asked, both amused and annoyed, "Who occupied your house? Do I own a house at the winery?"

Zhang Wenxiu paused for a moment, then immediately replied, "Anyway, it was your leaders who did something wrong; we ordinary people shouldn't suffer."

At this moment, Wang Meng, the head of the public security brigade, arrived with several policemen and persuaded the onlookers to disperse and not disrupt public order. After watching for a while, the onlookers realized there was nothing interesting to see and gradually dispersed. This was too trivial; they would be much more interested in reporting murder, arson, or corruption by township officials.

Zhao Weimin addressed the others, saying, “What are you all thinking? I kindly let you stay in the factory, did I invite you to cause trouble? Your lack of housing is a historical issue; the government has already provided compensation. What more do you want? The distillery no longer belongs to the government; it's a private enterprise. The only solution is to discuss with the new factory leadership, hoping for some consideration due to family difficulties. Most importantly, the distillery must have a future for us to have hope. When our wages and benefits improve, isn't that better than anything else?”

These people had been tricked into coming by Zhang Wenxiu, who claimed that provincial leaders were coming and that causing a scene would surely garner attention; otherwise, Zhang Wenxiu wouldn't have such influence. They still respected, and even appreciated, Zhao Weimin, and hearing his words, they softened.

Zhao Weimin said to Jiang Ping'an, "Old Jiang, didn't we agree that your son would work at the winery? He earns much more than working outside, saves on expenses, and can take care of you two. Isn't that great? Don't you want your son to work here?"

Jiang Ping'an lowered his head embarrassedly and slowly moved away. The others followed suit, looking at each other and all wanting to leave, so they left together, leaving only Fu Chuanlin and his wife. Fu Chuanlin took the sign he had been holding up and left with Zhang Wenxiu, looking bored.

Lan Hua was also about to go back when she saw Kan Wei's Mercedes-Benz 600 drive out of the municipal government compound and stop in front of her. Inside was Li Shicheng, the director of the Shanghai Investment Promotion Bureau of City A. Lan Hua asked, "Where are you going?"

"I'm treating you to dinner," Kan Wei said. "Please

do me the honor and come with me."

"Okay. I'll treat you to a meal."

Lan Hua then said to Zhichun and Zhao Weimin, "There's nothing to do at the factory now, let's go together."

Lan Hua drove after the Mercedes-Benz all the way to the Jiuzhou Hotel.

They entered the private room Kan Wei had reserved on the second floor. Several people were already seated inside, including Zhigang and Zhihong, as well as Zhou Kai and Fang Youping.

Zhihong had come in Lan Hua's car after handing over her work to Jing'er. Zhihong was immediately appointed as the deputy general manager of Changjian Casting Co., Ltd. in City A, in charge of administration and finance. Actually, there was no general manager yet, nor any other deputy general managers. Zhou Kai had only assigned her an administrative manager as an assistant, saying that the main task now was building the factory and supervising the quality of the project, a task already handled by Kan Wei, whose construction company was also Kan Wei's. Zhou Kai's intention was to send a deputy general manager in charge of production once the factory was completed and equipment installation began. As for the general manager, Zhou Kai hadn't decided on a candidate yet. Zhihong

knew very well that she wasn't yet capable of the deputy general manager's job, or even the manager of any of the administrative and financial departments she was in charge of. Zhou Kai, of course, understood Zhihong's abilities even better. He had her come so early, firstly to have more opportunities to spend time with her, and secondly to give her time and space to familiarize herself with the work, learn, and grow. Once Zhihong was familiar with everything and could barely work, she was one of the earliest key managers to join the factory. In terms of both qualifications and work experience, even the future general manager would likely have to show her deference. Zhou Kai's painstaking efforts clearly showed his fondness for Zhihong, recognizing her intelligence, potential, and promising talent.

His assistant, Zhang Chaoran, like Zhihong, was a newly appointed administrative manager, essentially a human resources supervisor at Shanghai Changjian Company. Zhang Chaoran had studied public administration in university and worked at Changjian Company for four years after graduation, so he was naturally familiar with administrative and human resources work. Zhou Kai transferred him to take on all the administrative and human resources tasks to assist the completely inexperienced Zhihong. As for finance, he had Zhihong handle it temporarily, asking Kan Wei, the finance manager, for help if she didn't understand something. After all, she studied this field; although she hadn't graduated and lacked experience, this was a good opportunity for her to gain experience. This way, whatever she managed in the future, she would have a foundation. Zhou Kai understood better than anyone that a manager without a strong, specialized skill would find it difficult to command respect and perform their duties effectively.

Zhou Kai brought an Audi A4 and gave it to Zhihong to drive. He rented an apartment in the city and lived with Zhihong. Zhihong drove to work every day, while Zhang Chaoran lived on the construction site; in reality, they were temporarily acting as supervisors.

Zhihong was very meticulous. She couldn't understand architectural blueprints, and actually, she didn't need to, but she would constantly pester Engineer Luo, the construction supervisor from Kanwei Company, with questions, until she understood the structure of all the buildings in the huge factory area. Then, by referring to the blueprints, she could actually understand them. Her meticulousness both impressed and annoyed Engineer Luo, who was also helpless about it. Annoyed by Zhihong's questions, he said, "What do you need to know all this for? Once the factory is built, you'll never have any contact with it again."

Zhihong replied, "What if you try to fool me if I don't understand?"

Engineer Luo chuckled, "It's easy to fool you. I can lie to you about anything you ask now. Do you expect me to figure it out and find out I'm lying?"

Zhihong laughed too, saying, "It's not that I don't trust you, it's just that I'm unsure and don't feel at ease. Asking you a few more questions, even if I don't understand, makes me feel more at ease."

"If you put it that way, I feel more at ease. Otherwise, I always feel like your big eyes are watching me from behind, giving me the chills."

"Why would you feel the chills if you're not doing something wrong?

You must have something to hide." Engineer Luo said, half-laughing, half-crying, "Do you know how sharp your eyes are? Staring at people for no reason, everyone's afraid."

There were originally some farmers on this land. A few houses were left undemolished for the construction company's offices. Zhihong took one three-story house; the first and second floors were for offices, and the third floor was for Zhang Chaoran's residence. Zhihong's office was on the second floor. Every day, she would stand on the balcony for long periods, looking at the construction site not far away. She also took Zhang Chaoran to walk around the site several times a day, seeing every corner. There wasn't much to do, but seeing it made her feel better. She watched the workers at work, laying the walls brick by brick—that's how her husband, Chen You, worked every day. She also checked the daily progress against the blueprints. Actually, she was someone who couldn't sit still; she didn't know what to do when she was idle. So, besides spending a little time studying her open university textbooks, she spent her days wandering around the construction site.

After work in the evening, Zhihong would park her car outside the market and go in to buy some groceries. Zhou Kai was coming home for dinner today; he loved her cooking.

Zhihong was cooking when Zhou Kai returned and hugged her from behind. Without turning around, Zhihong asked, "You're back?"

"Yes,"

Zhou Kai replied, still holding her. "I heard everyone on the construction site is afraid of you?"

"Really?"

Zhihong was a little confused. "Am I that scary?"

"Even Kan Wei told me. He said you don't let anyone off the hook. Whether you understand or not, if you think something is wrong, you go to them. Sometimes they have to explain for ages before they understand, and only then do you realize you're right."

Zhihong turned off the gas stove, put the stir-fried vegetables on a plate, and turned around, saying, "Really? But it seems they're quite annoyed with me, yet they don't dare offend me."

Zhou Kai picked Zhihong up and kissed her, saying, "You're doing a good job. I like it."

Zhou Kai was tall, and Zhihong, like a child in his arms, looked up and said, "I've offended everyone, and you still like it?"

"Who could a beautiful woman like you offend? It's his good fortune that you're scolding him."

"Am I that pretty?"

Zhihong touched Zhou Kai's unshaven face and said, "Only an old man like you would treat me like a treasure."

Zhou Kai carried Zhihong to the bedroom, saying, "You really are my treasure. I want to fuck you as soon as I see you."

"I haven't finished cooking yet."

"No rush. Let's have sex first, then we'll cook."

"You old pervert."

Zhihong pounded Zhou Kai's chest, her body weak, already aroused by his ministrations. Zhihong liked Zhou Kai's strength. His tall and strong physique might intimidate other women, but Zhihong liked the feeling of being suspended in his arms, feeling especially safe in his presence.

Zhou Kai put Zhihong on the bed, untied her apron, and stripped her down to only her lace shorts and bra. Zhihong waited for Zhou Kai to fuck her, then used her feet to reach down to his crotch, teasing his already erect penis. Her feet nimbly rubbed together, making Zhou Kai's thick penis hot and burning. Zhou Kai pounced on Zhihong, ripped off her lace bra, and grabbed and kneaded her breasts with his large hands. Zhihong's breasts were already quite large, but in Zhou Kai's hands, they felt like two freshly steamed, soft, white buns. Zhihong grasped Zhou Kai's penis; it was so thick that her small hand couldn't even encircle it. Zhihong was a woman who had been with many men, and she knew that even a small penis could bring her to orgasm, so the difference wasn't significant. However, the visual and tactile stimulation of such a thick penis always made her body crave it.

Zhou Kai knew that his penis would only be easy to enter when the woman's flower was fully open, so he repeatedly licked Zhihong's petals and stamens with the tip of his tongue, opening her wide, and then let his penis squeeze in. Zhou Kai, with his mechanical background, always felt a "mechanical interference fit" when his penis entered a woman. It was like a cylindrical shaft slightly larger than the inner ring of an outer casing; external force, even pressing or striking, was used to stretch the casing before it could be inserted. Once inside, it remained firmly in place because there was no gap at the contact surface. Therefore, each time he entered, he would pause for a while, allowing the penis to adjust and naturally expand, while also secreting more lubricant. Only when he felt it loosen up would he move. Each time he entered, Zhihong felt her penis

being stretched full and swollen. Although she hadn't yet experienced pleasure, she enjoyed this feeling because she hadn't felt this way with other men, making her even more infatuated with Zhou Kai's body.

As the jade pillar loosened between her and her **, Zhihong felt a wisp of pleasure swirling around the contact surface, coursing through the walls of her ** like a spider weaving a web, filling her entire being, then reaching her blood vessels, muscles, and bone marrow, eventually taking control of her whole body, making her feel as if she were floating in space. She also felt the jade pillar burning inside her, expanding her ** like the sky encompassing a sun, until she was reduced to ashes.

Zhou Kai simultaneously felt the ** burning the jade pillar into a pillar of fire; he had to struggle desperately to avoid being burned, but ultimately couldn't hold on and also turned to ashes.

They both gained immortality.

Zhihong awoke, feeling incredibly comfortable in all her limbs. She let Zhou Kai's heavy body press down on her, as if he were flattening her, and felt great pleasure. In their first few encounters, Zhou Kai was hesitant to press down on her, afraid of hurting her. Later, at Zhihong's request, he pressed his entire body against her. Although Zhihong was a little breathless, she enjoyed the pressure. She interlaced her fingers behind Zhou Kai's neck, gazing at him with hazy eyes, and spat at him, saying, "You old scoundrel."

Zhou Kai lowered his head and kissed Zhihong's fair, rosy cheeks, saying, "Little slut. This old scoundrel loves little sluts the most."

After flirting like this for a while, they reluctantly got up to get dressed.

Zhihong continued cooking, bringing the finished dishes to the table. Zhou Kai's tastes were simple and traditional; he especially loved Zhihong's braised pork and shredded pork with garlic sauce. Sometimes Zhihong would suggest changing things up, but other dishes could be replaced; these two dishes were a must at every meal, and Zhou Kai never tired of them.

Zhou Kai took out a bottle of aged liquor from a neighboring village and said, "Zhihong, have a little of your liquor."

"Okay."

Zhihong took off her apron, sat down at the table, picked up her chopsticks, and put a piece of fatty, lean braised pork into Zhou Kai's mouth. Zhou Kai bit into it, the oil from the fat dripping down his chin.

Zhihong took a tissue and wiped the grease from Zhou Kai's lips, saying, "Look at you, so greedy. One's a woman, the other's braised pork, and you're like this every time you see them."

Zhou Kai, his cheeks bulging, ate the braised pork and said, "No. I should say one's Zhihong, and the other's braised pork made by Zhihong. I'm greedy for both."

Zhihong poured wine into two glasses and said, "You don't have other women? I don't believe you."

"Of course I've had other women. But I like you the most."

"Men say that to every woman they sleep with."

"Yes. But whether I like you or not, you can feel it yourself."

Zhihong, of course, could feel it. She knew that Zhou Kai's marriage was a political one; not only did the couple have no feelings for each other, but they also rarely had sex. His wife was a government official, busy with work, and had at least one mistress outside. Zhou Kai had naturally had many mistresses as well, but Zhihong didn't care and never asked about them. Zhou Kai also liked Zhihong's tolerant attitude.

After a few drinks, Zhou Kai looked at Zhihong with deep affection and said, "Zhihong, I really want to marry you."

Zhihong replied dismissively, "What's so good about me? Pretty? There are plenty of women prettier and younger than me. If you just said no, they'd be flying into your arms. I have plenty of flaws, though. I'm from the countryside, not very educated, and I have a family."

"Marrying a wife is about finding the right person, not how pretty she is or how many other virtues she has. Besides, being from the countryside isn't a flaw; on the contrary, I think it's a virtue. It's precisely because you have the simplicity of a country person, you're not scheming, and you trust others that I like you. As for education, aren't you studying? That attitude is good enough. Besides, if I marry you, I can teach you to read and write every day."

Zhihong had never considered marrying Zhou Kai; she knew it was impossible. "I'm lucky to be your woman, I don't want to marry you."

"Don't want to marry me? Am I not good enough?"

"No. It's that I'm not good enough. I never covet what I can't have."

"Not greedy. That's what I like about you. You have so many good qualities, isn't that good enough?"

"Really? I don't think so."

"A good woman is only a good woman in front of a man who appreciates her. If it's another man, perhaps she'll still be a bad woman."

"Your words are a bit profound, but I think I understand a little. Actually, sometimes I think I'm a bad woman myself."

"Why?"

"Because I'm lustful. I'm unfaithful to my man, I like to have sex with other men."

"That's not a flaw. Being lustful proves you're healthy and normally developed. I wouldn't like you if you weren't lustful."

"How come in your eyes my flaws are all virtues?"

“So, I’m the man who admires you the most, born for you. Of course, I might not die for you.”

Zhihong clinked glasses with Zhou Kai, downed her glass of wine, and said, “I don’t want you to die for me. I believe you were born for me because you truly understand my strengths. But you weren’t born just for me, right? I’m content if someone is born for me. I’d do anything for you, except die for you. Actually, I’d be willing to die for you if necessary.”

“Alright. Our declarations of love are too rational; neither of us wants to die. Come on, Zhihong, let’s toast to living happily.”

“Okay. Cheers.”

“Zhihong,”

Zhou Kai put down his glass, letting Zhihong pour him more wine, and said, “If one day I’m no longer the chairman and just an ordinary person who has enough to eat and wear but no big money, would you be willing to marry me?”

“What do you think?”

Zhihong stared at Zhou Kai with her beautiful eyes. “I said I’d do anything for you.”

“What if I’m sentenced to prison one day? You know that even high-ranking officials in state-owned enterprises face this risk.”

“Then I’m willing to wait for you to come out, and then marry you. But don’t expect me to remain chaste for you, to not sleep with men while you’re in jail.”

“Come on. Let’s drink.”

Zhou Kai clinked glasses with Zhihong and drank a glass of wine. “Your frankness makes me believe you’re telling the truth. To be honest, even if you wanted to remain chaste for me, I wouldn’t let you. What’s the point?”

“Exactly. If I’m willing to marry you, I’ll be yours whether I remain chaste or not; if I’m not willing to marry you, remaining chaste isn’t for you.”

“Alright. That’s enough.”

Zhou Kai said, “This drink was worth it today, after talking so much with you. Save your energy, I want to do you again.”

“You old scoundrel.”

Zhihong sneered at Zhou Kai. “You’re over fifty, you should be more careful.”

“That’s your fault. Who told you to be so promiscuous, making it impossible for me to control myself?”

Zhou Kai put his arm around Zhihong, but his phone rang. He saw it was Kan Wei: “Old Kan, what’s up?”

“Stop hugging women. Come out for tea.”

“How did you know I was hugging a woman?”

“If I weren’t with a woman, would I not have seen you by now? I’m at the Jiuzhou Hotel.”

Zhou Kai looked at Zhihong, who nodded for him to come over. He said, “Okay. I’ll be right there.”

Chapter 093 Is it Chun’er?

Zhou Kai walked into the lobby of the Jiuzhou Hotel and saw Kan Wei waving at him from the coffee bar. He went over and sat down opposite Kan Wei. Kan Wei asked, “What would you like to drink?”

“Green tea.”

Kan Wei ordered a cup of green tea from the waiter and asked, “Were you with Zhihong just now?”

Zhou Kai smiled without answering, which was taken as an admission. He asked in return, “Why are you so lonely today? Where are Zhigang and Youping?”

“Youping went back to Shanghai. Zhigang said he couldn’t come because of something. I think he’s probably with a woman.”

"We're both with women, why are you calling me?"

"Zhigang is young and hot-blooded. You and I are both over fifty, you won't be so clingy to women anymore, will you?"

"Men get more frivolous as they get older, haven't you heard?"

"That's talking about you, I'm not like that."

The waiter brought Zhou Kai's tea and placed it on the coffee table. Kan Wei took a sip of tea and said, "Old Zhou, there's something I really want to discuss with you. I'm afraid Zhigang and the other young people will laugh at me."

"What is it?"

"I want to get married."

"That's a good thing. Who?"

"Lan Hua."

"Lan Hua? Why did you decide to marry her?"

"What, is it inappropriate?"

"Traditionally speaking, it's a perfect match. But in today's world, it's very inappropriate."

"Why?"

"Traditionally, the age difference between you two isn't that big; you're practically from the same generation. But if you do this now, people will think you're brain-dead."

"I know. I'm a diamond bachelor; I could marry a granddaughter's age and people would eagerly apply. But I'm just traditional; I never follow trends."

"It seems only someone my age can understand you."

Zhou Kai picked up his teacup, tested it—it was still too hot—and put it back on the coffee table. "Tell me why you want to marry her."

"Old Zhou, you know when we started our business, money wasn't the main goal; it was just a symbol of our success. We worked hard to earn money for glory and self-respect, not for money itself. But when we succeeded, we found that the world had changed, and money had become the sole standard for measuring all value. Of course, people could say that our glory and self-respect were also measured in money, equating our values with those of young people. I've always denied it, but the world won't allow me to argue. So, I became a highly eligible bachelor. Tell me, am I really that valuable? I'm just an old bachelor."

"Since someone is willing to marry you, you can choose anyone. What's wrong with marrying someone younger?"

"Besides youth, what other advantages are there? Besides sexual communication, can she have intellectual communication with you? I don't understand. The term 'generation gap' was invented by modern people. Why don't we talk about generation gaps when it comes to marriage? Marriage isn't just about sex; it's more about mutual understanding."

"If you marry a young girl, you'll develop a good understanding over time."

"I just don't have time to wait. I hope we'll develop a good understanding soon. Otherwise, by the time we do, she'll be sending me to the crematorium."

"Since you're willing to marry Lan Hua, then go ahead and marry her. Nobody's going to stop you."

"The problem is, Lan Hua already has a husband."

Zhou Kai laughed, attracting the attention of people in the other seats. He suppressed a laugh and said, "A diamond bachelor like you could marry anyone, yet you insist on marrying a married older woman. I think you're really out of your mind."

"I'm serious. For the past few years, I've been looking for someone to spend my later years with, and I think only Lan Hua is suitable." "

Since she's suitable, then ask her to divorce her husband."

"But she doesn't want to divorce."

"Why doesn't she want to divorce?"

"I don't know. She herself can't explain it. Her husband is disabled, missing an arm, a countryman, uneducated, and without any talent; he can only work as a security guard. She's probably just clinging to the feelings of her original marriage."

"If you want to start a family, you have to break up someone else's. According to our traditional values, that's immoral."

"So I didn't ask her to divorce her husband; I just wanted to live with her. But she doesn't agree."

"Alright,"

Zhou Kai said, glancing at his watch, "After all that talk, she still doesn't agree. That means you're not charming enough. You're over fifty; what else can't you let go of?"

Kan Wei's dark face flushed slightly. "I was just bored and wanted to talk to someone, I wasn't expecting any good advice from you. And you're not going to give me any anyway."

Zhou Kai's mocking expression vanished, and he looked at Kan Wei, saying, "Let me tell you the truth. I support you, and I admire you. Actually, when we started our business, we were pioneers, and people mocked us for being materialistic. Now, when entrepreneurship and money are fashionable, your courage and magnanimity in respecting your own heart and not being swayed by trends still make you a pioneer. Especially considering you're already at the top, it's not easy to do what you do. I admire you."

Kan Wei looked at Zhou Kai suspiciously and said, "Are you genuinely admiring me or just pretending? You're changing your mind."

"I genuinely admire you. Actually, I have the same mindset as you. I really want to marry Zhihong, but my situation is different from yours."

"It is different. You're even worse off than me, still paying the price for decisions you made when you were young. Your political marriage is better off without."

“It’s not that I’m obsessed with my current status and income, it’s that I can’t leave. If I quit, not only will I not be able to live a normal life, but I’ll also be in even bigger trouble.”

“I know. So you have only yourself to blame.”

Kan Wei was facing the elevator when he saw Zhi Gang come out and waved to him. Zhi Gang saw him and walked over, saying, “You’re still here?”

“Yes. I just wanted to see what kind of woman you were having an affair with.”

“Disappointed, aren’t you?”

“Not disappointed. I can tell. She must be an unusual person, or a leader, and she could never appear at the same time as you. Otherwise, we wouldn’t have missed her every time.”

Zhi Gang smiled without saying a word. Zhou Kai said, “Silence means consent. We won’t ask any more questions. Let me tell you something.”

“What is it?”

“Lan Hua is your person, you know her, right?”

“Of course.”

“Old Kan wants to marry her. Do you think it’s possible?”

“Really?”

Zhi Gang looked at Kan Wei in disbelief.

“Really,”

Kan Wei said.

“She’s a good woman, a practical woman, and capable at work. If she weren’t so old, she would be a suitable wife.”

Kan Wei and Zhou Kai exchanged a smile. Kan Wei said, “Everyone says she’s getting old. It seems that if she’s single, no one will marry her.”

“I know her situation. She probably won’t get a divorce.”

As Zhigang spoke, he caught a glimpse of a slender woman walking out of the lobby. Her back looked like Chun’er’s. He quickly stood up and ran out, but couldn’t find her. He looked outside the door for a long time before returning disappointed.

“Who did you see?”

Kan Wei asked.

“You mistook me for someone else.” The relocation of the old

No. 2

Distillery site had already begun, but the problems of those few households hadn’t been resolved yet. The most difficult situation was for Fu Chuanlin and his wife. At this critical juncture, Zhao Weimin’s wife fell ill and was hospitalized. He had taken leave to take care of her at the hospital, and he didn’t know when he would be back at work.

Lan Hua and Zhi Chun went to the hospital to visit Zhao Weimin’s wife. They found Zhao Weimin in the internal medicine ward, where he was feeding his wife. His wife was pretty, but a bit thin, probably because she was ill. When Zhao Weimin saw Lan Hua arrive, he asked them to sit down while he fed her the rest of her meal. His wife said shyly, "Thank you so much for taking the time to come see me."

Lan Hua placed the nutritional supplements she had brought by the bedside and said, "It's nothing. Director Zhao is always busy with company affairs; you've gone to so much trouble."

Zhao Weimin's wife said, "I'm just frail and sickly, unable to work or do housework for years. He's the only one who takes care of everything."

Zhao Weimin said, "She has several illnesses, takes medication regularly, and her condition fluctuates; there's no cure. This is a complication of several illnesses. A few days in the hospital will bring it under control."

"I didn't realize you had difficulties at home,"

Lan Hua said. "You should have told us sooner so we could have taken better care of her."

"It's alright,"

Zhao Weimin said. "She can take care of herself, just can't do much housework, but it won't affect my work."

Lan Hua asked, "Should I send someone to help you these next few days?"

"No need. She'll be discharged in a couple of days. I know the company needs me to do those jobs, so I'll go back to work as soon as she's discharged."

"No rush,"

Lan Hua said. "No matter how important the company's work is, nothing is more important than your family's health. You must wait until your wife is healthy enough to work independently before going back to work."

Just then, Li Shicheng arrived with nutritional supplements and fruit, saying to Lan Hua, "You're here too? I'll leave with you in a bit."

Li Shicheng chatted with Zhao Weimin and his wife for a while, offering some words of comfort, and then left with Lan Hua and the others. He got into Lan Hua's car and said, "Mr. Chen, I'll go to the winery first."

Zhi Chun said, "I have my graduation exams at the Open University coming up, and I need to ask you some questions."

Since learning that Zhi Chun had become Secretary Wang's mistress, Li Shicheng had rarely visited her, but recently he seemed to be coming more often. Zhi Chun understood Li Shicheng's intentions, but she wasn't the type of woman who would sleep with just any man; becoming Wang Yaozong's mistress was out of necessity. However, since she was now Wang Yaozong's mistress, she considered him her man and had no other thoughts.

Zhi Chun only graduated from junior high school, so her academic foundation was weak, making the Open University very difficult. Over the past few years, she and Zhi Hong had helped each other, and they had managed to get through it smoothly. With the graduation exams approaching, she was in City A and couldn't attend classes on weekends, relying entirely on self-study. Zhi Hong wasn't around either, and without tutoring, she feared she would struggle to pass. Li Shicheng, who majored in accounting in university, had offered to help her review, but after falling into Wang Yaozong's arms, she felt embarrassed to see Li Shicheng again, let alone ask him for help. Now that Li Shicheng had regained his enthusiasm for her, he was naturally willing to help her review.

Li Shicheng followed Zhichun to her office, took a chair and sat down next to her, helping her check the material she needed to review. He said, "It seems you have quite a bit to review. You don't seem to have read much this semester." "

Yes,"

Zhichun said, "You know I've been quite busy lately. I'm already busy enough managing marketing and finance, and I can't ignore the relocation either. I haven't had time to study."

Li Shicheng didn't dare ask her what she did in the evenings; he knew Wang Yaozong had many women, and Zhichun wouldn't be with him every night. He said, "I'll arrange a study plan for you. You must follow the plan and complete your daily tasks to have any hope of passing the exam."

"Okay. But what if there are things I don't understand? You'll have to come and tutor me often."

Li Shicheng couldn't wait to come often: "Sure. But I have to go to Shanghai on a business trip, after all, I'm the director of the Shanghai Investment Promotion Bureau. I'll try to shorten my time in Shanghai until your exam is over."

"Thank you."

Zhichun glanced at him and said, "However, I'm asking for your help because I consider you a friend, I have no other intentions, you can't have any other fantasies. Otherwise, I won't let you help me." Li Shicheng

smiled bitterly and said, "I know. I wouldn't dare to have any improper thoughts. I'll be satisfied as long as I can see you often."

He really wouldn't dare to have any improper thoughts, unless he didn't want his future, he wouldn't dare to touch the secretary's woman.

Li Shicheng sat on the sofa and immediately started to draw up a study plan for Zhichun, telling Zhichun to do her own thing and not to worry about him. This exam has three subjects, and there's a lot of content. Zhichun hasn't looked at most of it, so he has to arrange everything into the plan from the beginning. Li Shicheng simplified the content, extracted the key points, and broke them down into daily tasks. He discovered that Zhichun needed to study for at least two hours a day, and efficiently, just to have a chance of passing the exam. To be confident, she needed to study for three or four hours a day.

By noon, Li Shicheng still hadn't finished the plan. It was indeed a small but complex systemic project, not easy to arrange. Zhihong asked, "How much longer will it take you to finish?"

Li Shicheng looked at the draft plan on the coffee table and said, "I've only finished half."

"Then let's work on it this afternoon. What should we eat for lunch? My treat."

"This is my territory, I'll treat."

"Who said it's your territory? This is the distillery, my territory. Besides, you've been helping me with the work, so I should treat you."

"In that case, let's eat in the canteen, see how good your canteen is."

"Alright. Then I'll have to make do with the work meals."

"No problem."

Li Shicheng looked at Zhichun's pretty face and said, "I wouldn't mind doing anything for you."

Zhichun blushed and didn't say anything more, getting up to lead Li Shicheng to the canteen for lunch.

After dinner, back in the office, Li Shicheng finished the entire plan and said to Zhichun, "Time is too tight. You'll start implementing it today. I'll come back tomorrow. I'll help you review for the first few days so you can master the methods quickly."

"Don't you have to go to work?"

Zhichun said apologetically, "It wouldn't be good to delay your work."

"It's okay. I'm very free. One advantage of doing overseas investment promotion work is that you don't have to be in the office."

Zhichun

didn't finish her task that day.

She planned to study in the office after work and stay at the winery that night, but Yaozong texted her saying he would be at the villa that evening. Zhichun had no choice but to drive to the villa after dinner, bringing her textbooks and materials. After showering, she studied in the study. She rarely went into the study except to clean. The books in the bookshelves were all new, of various categories, with many hardcovers, clearly bought by an amateur to show off. Yaozong didn't use the study either; he only came for one thing each time: to have sex with Zhichun.

Yaozong was very busy and usually didn't arrive until after 11 o'clock, so Zhichun still had time to study. She had only been sitting in the study for half an hour when she saw a car drive into the yard outside the window—it was Yaozong's car. He had arrived early today.

Zhichun quickly ran downstairs and opened the door before Yaozong could even take out his keys, greeting him with a beaming smile. Zhichun took the bag from Yaozong's hand, placed it on the sofa, and helped him take off his suit jacket and hang it on the hanger. Yaozong kissed Zhichun's cheek and went into the bathroom. Zhichun took Yaozong's pajamas from the closet, knocked on the bathroom door, and pushed it open to let him in. Yaozong was already showering and beckoned to her, saying, "Come here too."

Zhichun took off her pajamas and threw herself into Yaozong's arms. She helped Yaozong wash his entire body, finally carefully washing his already hard penis, and after cleaning it, she took it into her mouth and sucked on it. Yaozong, wincing and hissing in pain from Zhichun's ministrations, leaned against the wall, grabbed Zhichun's legs, and lifted her up, positioning her legs wide open directly against his erect penis. His penis, like a sword drawn from its sheath, pierced her.

Sensing Zhichun's impending climax, Yaozong sat on the toilet seat, spreading her legs wider for a more comfortable position. Just as her climax arrived, he sent her to a cloud of glory.

Zhichun sat limply on Yaozong for a while, then stood up, pulled him up, turned on the hot water, and washed his soft penis inside and out. Yaozong also washed her lips.

They put on their pajamas and lay in bed, embracing, enjoying their blissful moment. Zhichun said, "Yaozong, do you know what I was doing just now?"

"What were you doing?"

“I’m studying in the study. I’m graduating from the Open University soon, and I have to pass the exams. It’ll be too late if I don’t study now.”

“You’re still studying?”

Yaozong asked, somewhat surprised. “What are you studying?”

“Accounting.”

“Good. Good.”

Yaozong said “good” twice, seemingly approving of Zhichun’s studies. “After you get your diploma, do you want me to arrange a job for you?”

“No need. My current job is very good; I’m happy as long as I do it well.”

Yaozong pulled Zhichun to the front, letting her sit on his lap, in the same position as when they were on the toilet seat earlier, and kissed her red lips, saying, “My little Zhichun is quite studious. I like it. Do you need my help?”

“No need. I’ve just realized that no one can help you with your studies; you have to learn everything yourself, little by little.”

“Didn’t you only graduate from junior high school? Don’t you need tutoring?”

“I have tutoring.”

“Oh? Who is it?”

“Director Li from the Investment Promotion Bureau, Li Shicheng. He studies accounting.”

“Oh. I know Li Shicheng. Is he good at tutoring you?”

"It's good. He made a study plan for me, with tasks every day. You came early today, so I didn't finish."

"I'm sorry, I disturbed your studies. Now you should go read your book."

Zhichun snuggled into Yaozong's arms and said, "How can I concentrate on my book when you're here?"

"Then I won't come next time, so you'll have time to study, okay?"

"No."

Zhichun knew Yaozong was teasing her on purpose, "Doing this with you is more fun than studying."

"Doing what with me?"

"Just this."

"What is this?"

Zhichun blushed and didn't say. Yaozong pinched her nose and said, "You've already done it, are you still embarrassed? Tell me, you're a little bitch."

Zhichun didn't say anything. Yaozong pinned her down, kissing her breasts and saying, "Little bitch, will you tell me or not?"

Zhichun giggled as he kissed her, saying, "I won't."

"Fine. You won't tell me. I'll make you tell me willingly."

Yaozong said, then knelt between Zhichun's legs, licking her lips until they flowed with her juices, her lips parted, and she moaned incessantly, "Ah! Yaozong, come in quickly."

"I won't come in."

Yaozong placed his hard penis at her lips, teasing Zhichun, "Say: I'm a little bitch."

"Ah—"

Zhichun gave in, twisting her body and crying out, "I'm a little bitch. Come and fuck me."

Only then did Yaozong triumphantly let his penis slide into her. Zhichun clung to Yaozong tightly, like a drowning person grasping at a straw, struggling desperately. Yaozong dominated this beautiful woman, making her close her eyes, shaking her head as if she couldn't breathe, saying, "Little bitch."

Zhichun didn't respond. Yaozong stopped moving and called out again, "Little bitch."

"Yes!"

Zhichun answered readily this time.

Yaozong was pleased: "What a little bitch, I'll fuck you to death."

Zhichun suddenly felt like a balloon being constantly inflated by an air pump, the compressed gas inside her reaching its maximum, and then it exploded with a "bang." Zhichun

walked into the office and found Li Shicheng already sitting on the sofa waiting for her. She smiled and said, "Director Li, you're here earlier than me."

"This director is here to inspect the work."

"I'm sorry. I didn't finish my task yesterday,"

Zhichun said embarrassedly.

"Why didn't you finish?"

Zhichun smiled, her face red, and didn't answer. Li Shicheng's heart was breaking; he knew she had slept with Secretary Wang last night. It was like the emperor wasn't worried, but the eunuch was; what was he doing? He wanted to stand up and leave like a tough guy, but he couldn't bear to, so he sighed softly.

Seeing Li Shicheng's face darken, Zhichun sat down beside him, grabbed his arm, and said, "I'm sorry, it's my fault. I'll try to make up for it today."

Li Shicheng turned to look at Zhichun, her large, moist eyes evoking pity and helplessness. He sighed again and said, "I must have owed you something in my past life. Put your work aside today and make up for yesterday's lessons."

"Okay. I'll start doing the questions now."

Zhichun took out her textbook and materials from her bag, and Li Shicheng took them, saying, "I'll help you today, it'll be faster this way."

Accounting majors have a lot of memorization questions, so Li Shicheng took out the review materials, gave Zhichun a question, and asked her to answer it. When Zhichun couldn't answer, he explained it to her, telling her why she had to answer it that way. Once Zhichun understood, she naturally remembered it. Before she knew it, she had gone through all the questions planned for yesterday, and she could basically remember them. Li Shicheng said, "Not bad. Let's stop here for now, you have to work. Finish today's tasks this afternoon."

Zhichun suddenly felt quite sorry for Li Shicheng. His goal was to become her lover, and even though she knew it was impossible, he was still so kind to her. Without thinking, she kissed Li Shicheng on the cheek. Li Shicheng was taken aback, wiped his face, and looked at Zhichun. Zhichun blushed and said, "Thank you."

Li Shicheng turned around, hugged Zhichun, and kissed her lips. Zhichun broke free from his embrace, jumped up, straightened her clothes, and said, "I'm sorry."

Li Shicheng walked to the door and said, "I'll come again this afternoon."

Chapter 094 Willows Swaying

Zhao Weimin's wife was discharged from the hospital, and he took care of her at home for two more days before going to work. Lan Hua saw that he had arrived early in the morning and walked into his office, asking, "Has your wife recovered?"

Zhao Weimin stood up from his seat and said, "She has recovered. Even though she has recovered, she's still the same."

"It's really not easy."

Lan Hua looked at Zhao Weimin and said, "How have you managed all these years?"

"I can get through anything."

Zhao Weimin said with a relaxed expression, "Once you get through it, you'll find that everything is much easier than you imagined."

"I don't think it's easy."

Lan Hua looked at his somewhat haggard appearance and knew that he hadn't rested well these past few days, so she said, "You don't need to rush to work; you can rest for a few more days."

"Things at the factory are urgent, and I can't stay at home either. Once everything is settled, I'll take a few days off to rest properly."

Lan Hua leaned against the edge of Zhao Weimin's desk, crossed her arms, and looked at Zhao Weimin's honest face, saying, "I have a private question for you."

"Go ahead."

"Do you and your wife have a sex life?"

Zhao Weimin hadn't expected Lan Hua to ask this question, and he became embarrassed, scratching his head and saying, "Well, not often."

"What do you mean by not often?"

"Less than once a month."

"That's practically the same as not having one. How do you deal with it?"

Zhao Weimin became even more embarrassed, as if afraid Lan Hua might have some suspicion, and said, "I don't deal with it. What else can I do?"

Lan Hua noticed his embarrassment and said, "You're this age, what's there to be embarrassed about? If you really have a way to deal with it, that's not a bad thing; it's the lack of a solution that's the problem. Your current lifestyle isn't a healthy one, you know?"

Zhao Weimin shook his head, indicating his incomprehension.

"You want to find a woman. I don't think your wife would object if she knew,"

Lan Hua said, patting Zhao Weimin's shoulder. "Let's go, let's go take a look at those households."

They walked down from the office building and headed towards the back of the factory. Zhao Weimin asked, "How's it going these past few days?"

"No progress,"

Lan Hua said. "Especially the Fu Chuanlin couple; they're demanding an apartment and won't budge."

"Although I haven't been to work these past few days, I've been thinking about this issue constantly. Do you think we could refer to the method used for Jiang Ping'an and provide one job opportunity per household?"

"I've had that idea too, and I'm waiting for you to come to work so we can discuss it. But will the Fu Chuanlin couple agree? If they agree, the others will be fine."

"Fu Chuanlin definitely won't agree. Both he and his wife are already working at the company. Although Zhang Wenxiu is a temporary worker, it's not a state-owned enterprise anymore; anyone can be considered a temporary worker, so they won't get any benefits."

"Just targeting this couple, do you have any way to resolve this?"

"This is a real problem,"

Zhao Weimin said, scratching his head. "Besides them, there are other families who don't need job opportunities, like Ding Youliang. They don't have any immediate family members who need to work. Do you think we could convert those job opportunities into housing subsidies?"

"You mean, if someone doesn't need a job opportunity, we'll give them a housing subsidy?"

"Yes. They can rent a place outside."

“But there has to be a limit. How much?”

“We can pay him 10 years’ rent, based on the local standard for a one-bedroom apartment. That’ll be about 30,000 yuan.”

“That amount is acceptable, but how we give it is important.”

“I’ve thought it through. This money shouldn’t come from us in the first place. The government should sign an agreement with them, and we’ll do the favor for them. The government will provide the work quotas and housing subsidies. We’ll secretly give the money to the government.”

“What if the other employees cause trouble for the government?”

“No. They really didn’t get housing, but the other employees did. If they want subsidies, they have to hand over their houses.”

“Weimin, your idea is brilliant. It solves our problem and gives them an opportunity they’ve already missed.”

They walked through the factory area, and all the departments were moving, but when they reached the residential area at the back, there was no movement at all.

“Weimin,”

Lan Hua decided, “talk to Mr. and Mrs. Fu Chuanlin today. Tell them you’ve communicated with the government and secured this last chance for them. Tell them not to expect any more opportunities; if they miss this one, it won’t come again. Also, let’s set a deadline. For every day they’re late moving out, a portion of the money will be deducted, paid in 30 installments.”

Before leaving work that afternoon, Zhao Weimin walked into Lan Hua’s office, excitedly saying, “President Chen, Fu Chuanlin agreed, and everyone else agreed too.”

“Great. Go find the government again and see which department will negotiate with them to get the paperwork done as soon as possible.”

“It should be the winery’s former supervisory department, the Economic Commission.”

“Any department will do; we’ll pay for it.”

The next

day, all eight households signed contracts. Early the next morning, Lan Hua and Zhao Weimin had just arrived at work when they saw them starting to move. By then, the factory was empty; all the employees and equipment were being installed and set up at the new site, including Zhichun and the other office staff, who were happily setting up their brand-new offices. After lunch, all eight households had moved out. The security guard closed the gate, leaving only Lan Hua and Zhao Weimin in the vast factory area.

"We should go too,"

Zhao Weimin said, looking around his office with a hint of reluctance. He had already moved his belongings, but the desk, chair, and sofa were left for the urban complex project company.

Lan Hua said, "No rush. Let's relax and have some tea in my office."

Lan Hua didn't need to move; she would continue working there, overseeing the urban complex project. Zhao Weimin sat down on the sofa, and Lan Hua made him a cup of tea, then took her own teacup and sat down as well. "Weimin, how is your family's health now?"

"Still the same. To put it bluntly, they don't expect any quality of life; they just live one day at a time, hoping to live a little longer." "

It's hard to say. Some people who are chronically ill actually live very long lives. It's just that you've suffered too much."

"I'm used to it; I don't feel bitter at all. If I'm idle when I get home every day, I feel uncomfortable."

Lan Hua knew Zhao Weimin's daughter was studying at a university in another province and asked, "Does your daughter come back to help you during holidays?"

"Before my daughter went to university, she helped me take care of her mother. When she got into university, she didn't want to leave, saying she'd go to a teachers' college in City A so she could come home every day to take care of her mother. I scolded her and she left. She got into a top-tier university, a prestigious one at that, while the teachers' college in City A is only a third-tier one; they can't compare."

Lan Hua was still curious about Zhao Weimin's sex life. She herself couldn't live without men and couldn't understand how someone like Zhao Weimin, who was only around fifty years old now, had managed to get through those much younger years. This wasn't a month or two, or even a year or two, but more than ten years. If he weren't impotent, he would need tremendous willpower; if he used that same willpower on anything, he would probably achieve great things.

“My daughter is so sensible,”

Lan Hua said. “Tell me the truth, have you ever wanted a woman these past few years?”

Zhao Weimin already knew Lan Hua’s personality; she talked about men and women like it was everyday stuff, so he wasn’t embarrassed anymore: “Is there any need to ask? Unless I’m not a man.”

“Then why don’t you find a woman? It would actually be better for you to take care of your wife.”

“I’m a leader at the winery, I’m afraid it would have a bad influence. If I were just an ordinary employee, I think I would do it.”

“Influence my ass. The municipal party secretary sleeps with so many women, what are you?”

“The secretary has absolute power, everyone is afraid of him. Although I’m the secretary and factory director, I can’t do whatever I want, so many eyes are watching.”

“And now? Now even if the workers are watching you, it won’t matter. As long as you don’t violate company rules, even I can’t interfere in your private affairs. Tell me the truth, do you want a woman?”

Zhao Weimin blushed, looking at Lan Hua and said, “Whether I want one or not is something I can only keep to myself, why would I tell you?”

“That means I have. Tell me, what kind of woman do you like? I’ll help you.”

“Forget it. How can you help with something like that?”

"I have to help you with your problem. If I don't, you'll never have a woman in your life."

"That's possible. Actually, I've already prepared for it. I got through it when I was young, can't I handle it now?"

"Why endure it? You need to learn to enjoy life. You have a heavy burden now, so you need to learn to enjoy life even more to go further."

"Forget it. I'm this age, you want me to chase women? Sorry, waiting for women to chase me? Impossible, no one's interested in me."

"I knew you'd be like this. No one chases you because you're too traditional, people are afraid to pursue you. That's why they say women love bad boys. What do you think of me? Can I arouse your desire?"

Zhao Weimin was taken aback. Although he projected an image of stability, honesty, and orthodoxy, his long-term sexual repression might have fueled his fantasies about women more vividly than others, but he never imagined having sex with Lan Hua. Firstly, she was his superior; secondly, Lan Hua wasn't known for her sexy or alluring appearance or personality, making such thoughts unlikely. Of course, given his age, Lan Hua, ten years his junior, was very young and an ideal sexual partner.

Seeing Zhao Weimin speechless and staring at her with wide eyes, Lan Hua knew he was very surprised, so she sat down beside him and directly inserted her tongue into his open mouth.

Zhao Weimin captured Lan Hua's tongue and involuntarily began to kiss her. He had never kissed a woman other than his wife, not even in his youth. Before his relationship with his wife, he had dated another woman, but from the beginning to their breakup, they had never even held hands, let alone kissed. Lan Hua's kiss filled him with both surprise and excitement, like returning to his youth, and he repeatedly sucked on her tongue. He and his wife hadn't kissed in a long time either.

Sanlanhua found it amusing that although the man was 50 years old, he acted like a boy when intimate with women, which made her feel awkward. She tried to take off Weimin's shirt, but he stopped her, saying, "Not here."

Lanhua pressed him down, saying, "What's wrong with that? It's just the two of us in the whole factory. Don't you think it's more exciting in this environment than in bed?"

"What if someone comes?"

"Don't spoil the fun. Do what you want."

Lanhua didn't let him say anything more, first taking off her own shirt and covering Weimin's face with her breasts. Weimin stuck out his tongue and licked the skin between Lanhua's breasts, giving her a unique feeling.

Zhao Weimin was quite thin, and after the act, there was no fat anywhere on his body, and his ribs were faintly visible, but his penis was large, already erect after Lanhua's ministrations. Lanhua squatted on Weimin's head, placing her breasts against his mouth, and Weimin stuck out his tongue and gently licked the petals. This was the first time he had licked a woman's flower, not even with his wife. He watched the petals open, the flower's heart burst open, and clear, transparent liquid condensed on the walls and dripped into his mouth. Though honest, he'd seen porn at his age and knew this fluid was safe to swallow. He stuck out his tongue and licked a drop of condensing liquid from his inner lip. His enormous penis convulsed violently, squeezing out a large amount of liquid, which flowed into his mouth in a thin stream. He stirred his tongue inside, then rolled over and pinned the orchid beneath him, his penis plunging deep inside, all the way to the base. He felt the orchid's cave was very deep; his long penis hadn't even reached the bottom.

But Weimin quickly couldn't hold back and ejaculated before the orchid reached her climax. The orchid cried out in discomfort, tightly hugging Weimin's buttocks and pressing against him, but his penis collapsed, quickly softening and withdrawing. The orchid then had Weimin insert two fingers into her vagina and work on her for a long time before she calmed down.

Weimin had never known women could be so powerful. His wife rarely experienced orgasms when she was young, and after becoming ill, she experienced even fewer. He was always very careful during sex with her, afraid that too much force would cause her to faint, so neither of them experienced much pleasure. In recent years, they've simply lost interest in sex altogether, and have practically no sex life. Although he ejaculated prematurely today, he realized that inside Lan Hua's vagina, it didn't matter how hard he tried; in fact, the harder he tried, the better. He wondered if he would ever have the chance to try it with Lan Hua again.

They sat up, and Lan Hua kissed Wei Min, asking, "Were you happy?"

"Of course,"

Wei Min kissed Lan Hua back, "I've never been so happy."

"You and your wife have never been this happy?"

"No. Her health is too poor, I dare not use too much force."

"I've farmed since I was a child, I'm healthy, the more force you use, the better. But don't use too much force, you did today, and it's not enjoyable."

Wei Min chuckled and said, "Lan Hua, I think doing this is wonderful."

Lan Hua rolled her eyes at him and said, "You're only just realizing that? You've wasted fifty years of your life."

"I really have wasted my life. Can I have you often in the future?"

"No problem. I'm open to anyone, just don't be jealous."

Wei Min stroked Lan Hua's body, finding such a beautiful woman incredibly comfortable to touch. His wife, due to her frail health, was already very thin, and her skin had lost its elasticity. He felt that his wife had been too pitiful in her life, perhaps never truly enjoying this kind of sexual pleasure. Of course, he was pitiful too, but now he had enjoyed it, and there would be more to enjoy in the future, but he wanted to share it with his wife but couldn't; she would never be able to enjoy life like Lan Hua. Tears welled up in his eyes as he thought about it. Lan Hua asked curiously, "Why are you crying?"

Wei Min wiped his tears and said, "I was thinking about how pitiful my wife is. If she had half your physique, she could enjoy some pleasures between men and women too."

Lan Hua was moved and wiped away his tears, saying, "You're such a good person."

Wei Min looked at Lan Hua's swaying breasts and grabbed them, kissing them. He became excited again. He pressed Lan Hua down onto the sofa, and his long penis, like a sword, plunged inside. As the penis entered her, Lan Hua suddenly trembled and began to writhe, emitting painful moans, as if she were giving birth.

This time, Wei Min lasted longer. When Lan Hua reached her climax, she felt as if her vagina was a huge black hole, sucking her whole body in. Just

as they reached their climax simultaneously, Wei Min thrust into Lan Hua's vagina with all his might, unleashing a force he hadn't dared to use for decades, making Lan Hua scream desperately, experiencing ecstasy. Someone walked up the corridor outside the office window. He stood at the window, looking very clearly through the glass, like watching porn. After a while, he turned and left.

He was Kan Wei.

Kan Wei drove his car to the winery gate, honked the horn, and the gatekeeper ran out, saying, "Mr. Kan, there's no one in the factory today; everyone's gone to the new factory."

Kan Wei said, "Is Mr. Chen still here?"

"I don't know. I took over the shift at noon."

"I'll go in and check."

The security guard pressed a button to open the electrically controlled retractable gate, letting Kan Wei's Mercedes drive in, and then closed the gate again. Kan Wei parked his car in front of the office building, went up to the second floor, and saw the live broadcast of Lan Hua and Weimin's protest. His heart was breaking. As he walked downstairs, he thought, "No wonder Lan Hua didn't want to live with me; she still can't let go of Zhao Weimin. This woman is too sexually driven; one man probably can't satisfy her."

It wasn't that Kan Wei couldn't accept Lan Hua having sex with other men; he knew she'd had many before. But now, he was determined to marry her, and suddenly witnessing her in such a state felt like his passion had been met with indifference, dealing him a fatal blow. With his mental fortitude and years of experience in the business world, he generally wouldn't put himself in a passive position; he always needed to maintain control—it was instinctive. But with Lan Hua, he had deliberately abandoned his defenses, placing himself in a position for her to choose and dispose of, which led to his internal injury.

Kan Wei drove to the Jiuzhou Hotel, sat down in the lobby coffee shop, and ordered a cup of green tea. His mind was in turmoil, but his outward appearance betrayed nothing; he would simply appear to be deep in thought. At this age, having built a business to this level, he had experienced far greater storms and setbacks. He always tasted the bitterness alone, like a wounded beast licking its wounds in a corner, no one able to see his pain. Whenever he stood before others, he was always the confident, decisive, calm, and honest success story and victor. Logically, this setback shouldn't have hit him so hard. Perhaps he deliberately allowed himself another blow; he hadn't felt this way in a long time. Life after success had become too mundane; he even felt a pang of nostalgia for those painful years and the pain they brought.

The tea leaves floating in the glass teacup slowly sank, one by one. Kan Wei watched them unconsciously, his mind blank.

"Hello."

Hearing a gentle, clear voice above him, he looked up to see a stunningly beautiful, tall girl standing opposite him. "May I sit down?"

Kan Wei nodded, gesturing with his chin towards the seat opposite the coffee table, indicating that she could sit down. He sized up the young woman; her oval face had fair skin with a slight blush, and her large, bright eyes stared directly at the man scrutinizing her, without any attempt to look away.

"What's your name?"

Kan Wei asked.

"My name is Yang Liu, a singer."

"My name is Kan Wei."

"I know your name."

"How do you know?"

"You're a star among entrepreneurs in City A, the owner of a real estate company that invests in projects in the city's most prosperous area. Everyone knows you." "

Oh? Am I that famous? When did the world change, and now singers are promoting entrepreneurs?"

Kan Wei had this ability; no matter how bad his mood was, he could hide it in a corner and still laugh and joke with others.

“I could tell you were lonely, and I was lonely too, so I came over without asking.”

Kan Wei had seen many girls like this, so he casually struck up a conversation: “Do you know I’m lonely? Any ideas on how to alleviate my loneliness?”

“That depends on how you want to cope. If we think alike, we can do one thing to solve both of our loneliness.”

Kan Wei stared into Yang Liu’s large, pure eyes, eyes that betrayed no deceit or lies. He understood girls born in the 90s; whether they wanted your money or your body, they pursued it with such pure innocence, without any hidden agendas or guilt.

“You’re so beautiful,”

Kan Wei said sincerely. “I want you.”

Yang Liu smiled and said, “You’re not handsome, but you have a masculine charm. Do you have a room?”

“Yes.”

“Then what are we waiting for? Let’s go.”

They stood up, and Yang Liu took Kan Wei’s arm as they entered the elevator. She was half a head taller than him.

Kan Wei was staying in a suite. Yang Liu went straight into the bathroom to shower, singing as she did so. She sang beautifully, and Kan Wei turned down the volume on the TV outside, listening intently to her singing. When Yang Liu finished showering, she came out wearing the hotel's oversized bathrobe, which looked like a robe, but only enhanced her beauty. Kan Wei said, "You sing very well. You must have received professional training, right?"

"Of course. But right now I only sing in nightclubs to make a living."

"So what? Many famous singers started in nightclubs. With your voice, becoming famous is easy. I'll pay to promote you."

Kan Wei genuinely admired Yang Liu's voice. He had met girls who sang well, but none of them had made him willing to spend money on promoting them, especially since he was the one offering.

"Thank you. I don't want to spend your money. Go take a shower." When

Kan Wei came out of the shower, Yang Liu was already reclining on the bed, like a beautiful woman in spring slumber. Her figure was just right; even in the oversized bathrobe, her upper body was still clearly visible. Her breasts were firm and full, her waist slender, and her hips wide. Kan Wei never cared about a woman's measurements, but looking at Yang Liu's figure now, he thought her measurements must be incredibly impressive.

Kan Wei sat on the bed, and Yang Liu sat up, her long arms wrapping around his neck like two mountain vines. She kissed his full lips and asked, "Mr. Kan, do you think I'm beautiful?"

"Beautiful,"

Kan Wei said sincerely.

"Sexy?"

"Sexy."

"Then why don't you enjoy it?" 02-12
Chapter 095 The Orchid's Disappointment

Kan Wei looked at Yang Liu's bathrobe, which was open at the front, revealing half of her full breast. He pressed his lips to hers, then used his mouth to pry open the front of the robe a little, taking Cherry into his mouth and lightly licking her breast with his tongue. Yang Liu felt his thick lips pressing against her breast, which really resembled Pigsy (Zhu Bajie). The ticklish sensation from Cherry's licking made her giggle, and she said, "You're like Pigsy nuzzling his wife."

"No. This is like Pigsy suckling."

Kan Wei said, making the sounds of a pig eating, grunting as he nuzzled her breasts. Yang Liu laughed so hard she almost choked, groaning, "I'm dying of laughter! How can you be so funny?"

Kan Wei used his mouth to loosen the belt of Yang Liu's bathrobe and then nuzzled her stomach. Yang Liu, tickled and laughing so hard she could barely breathe, said intermittently, "Ouch, no, I can't breathe!"

Kan Wei's thick lips finally reached the tip of his pubic hair, trapping Yang Liu's jade lips. Yang Liu

cried out, "Ah!" and trembled all over. Kan Wei ignored her, continuing to lick her small jade lips with his tongue, licking the flower bud, sucking the dew that seeped from the bud, as if sucking on nectar. Her jade lips moved like his own, brushing against Kan Wei's tongue and lips, contracting and releasing, pumping out more fluid for Kan Wei to suck. Yang Liu lay on her back and cried out, "Make the thing turn around."

Kan Wei then turned half a circle around his penis, aiming the shaft at Yang Liu's mouth, letting her lick it carefully, and then putting the whole thing in her mouth to suck. They were both experienced, especially with strangers, and cooperated tacitly as if they had made love many times before. When Kan Wei inserted his jade pillar, already as red-hot as an iron rod, into her vagina, it felt as comfortable as entering a cool liquid. Yang Liu also felt a burning sensation inside her, and just as the fire was about to erupt, the insertion of the jade pillar felt like a gentle rain from heaven.

The foreplay was long, but the jade pillar didn't stay inside for long before Yang Liu reached orgasm, shouting loudly and contorting her body, almost breaking the jade pillar. Kan Wei then ejaculated into her vagina at the opportune moment.

Yang Liu kissed Kan Wei's thick lips and said, "You're great."

"Really? I'm old, I could be your father."

"Then be my father. Dad."

"Don't call me that."

"Isn't it fashionable to have a godfather these days? Be my godfather."

"Forget it. I don't want you constantly reminding me how old I am."

Yang Liu seemed satisfied and began to put on her clothes. She finished dressing and said to Kan Wei, who was still getting dressed, "I'm leaving. Goodbye."

Kan Wei said, "Would you like to come to a banquet with me tonight?"

Yang Liu turned back and smiled, saying, "I'm sorry. I have a performance tonight."

"Then give me your phone number."

"No need, we'll meet again."

Before she finished speaking, Yang Liu had already closed the door and left, like a gust of wind, coming and going without a trace. Kan Wei felt a layer of melancholy. He had originally wanted to introduce this beautiful girl he had just met to his friends and show her off, but she rejected him without hesitation, not even giving him her phone number, which made him feel like a failure. He had never met a girl like this before, who didn't want money, had no other demands, and was so beautiful, like a dream. He had let women take the initiative twice in one day, which was a unique failure for him.

Kan Wei finished dressing and took the elevator to the third floor. Today, Zhi Gang was treating Zhou Kai to dinner, and Li Yinghui was also there to discuss the loan. Kan Wei and Fang Youping were there to make a good impression. Li Yinghui arrived with Section Chief Zhang from the Credit Department. Section Chief Zhang, whose real name was Zhang Xiaoqin, was a woman of average appearance but possessed a captivating charm through her demeanor. She was low-key, respectful to superiors, and amiable to clients, giving the impression that she was not a key figure because her superiors always took responsibility. In reality, she was a crucial person, but her personality masked this fact. Zhigang also invited Ma Shengping, the director of the Investment Promotion Bureau, to accompany them.

Zhou Kai brought Zhihong along. Their cohabitation was an open secret; everyone knew, and they hadn't hidden it from Zhigang. Anyway, Zhigang couldn't interfere in his sister's affairs, and besides, he felt there was no need to. He had a lover, so his sister could too.

Zhou Kai sat at the head of the table, with Li Yinghui to his right and Ma Shengping to his left. To Li Yinghui's right were Kan Wei, Zhang Xiaoqin, and Zhigang; to Ma Shengping's left were Fang Youping and Zhihong; and finally, Zhang Chaoran, the administrative manager of Changjian Company, was there to pay the bill.

After a few drinks, Li Yinghui's face flushed, like a ripe red apple. Her eyes sparkled, exuding charm, and she frequently flirted with Kan Wei beside her. Kan Wei was still feeling down, and naturally, he accepted Li Yinghui's allure. Seeing that he was quite perceptive, Li Yinghui kept inviting him to drink. Zhigang knew Li Yinghui's nature and knew that Kan Wei was doomed today. This was fine; it eased his burden. He never refused a woman given the chance, but he didn't like Li Yinghui's style. He lowered his head and asked Zhang Xiaoqin about some loan details. Zhang Xiaoqin explained to him very carefully, and the two were almost touching heads. Zhou Kai noticed that they were somewhat separated from the group and said, "Zhigang, tone it down a bit. Don't pursue Section Chief Zhang in front of me, or I'll get jealous."

Zhang Xiaoqin smiled and said to Zhigang, "If there's anything you don't understand, feel free to contact me."

Zhigang felt that if Zhang Xiaoqin could guide him, he would avoid many detours. If she could give him some pointers at crucial moments, it would be like going to the wrong temple even if he were burning incense. He said to Zhou Kai, "Why are you so jealous? Zhang and I are completely innocent."

Fang Youping said, "Zhigang, you're too self-important. Old Zhou was just saying you're all hot and bothered, he didn't say anything about how Zhang treated you. But you're dragging Zhang into this, as if there's something going on between you two."

Zhigang retorted, "I think you're really jealous. No problem, let's have a fair fight, we'll have a duel, and Zhang will be the referee. How about it?"

"Sure,"

Fang Youping retorted, "How will we duel? With swords or guns?"

“That’s a medieval-style duel, like something out of an ancient artifact. These days, we settle things with drinks. Let’s start with a

little something.” Zhigang could hold his liquor better than Fang Youping, so Fang Youping hesitated to accept the challenge. He said, “Who says we have to settle things with drinking? That’s so primitive. You think humans have been drinking for thousands of years? The fashionable way to duel these days is to play computer games. Do you play Warcraft or Conquer Online? You can choose, I’ll play either.”

Fang Youping was an IT professional and a computer expert, so Zhigang hesitated again and said to Zhang Xiaoqin, “Section Chief Zhang, I’ll listen to you. How do you suggest we duel?”

Zhang Xiaoqin smiled and said, “You guys are being so disrespectful. What am I that you’re going to fight over? You haven’t even gotten my permission yet. What will the winner get?”

Zhigang said, “Duels among medieval European nobles were all for noblewomen.”

“I’m not some rich lady,”

Zhang Xiaoqin said. “Just an ordinary bank employee. You should fight for the beautiful bank manager and the beautiful bureau chief here.”

Zhang Xiaoqin then turned to Zhihong and said, “And the beautiful manager.”

These three women were indeed more beautiful than Zhang Xiaoqin, although their temperament was not as good. Her cleverness and wit not only shifted the focus to others but also pleased the two leaders.

Seeing that Kan Wei was quite charming, Li Yinghui became bolder. She placed her right hand on Kan Wei’s thigh, slid it inward, and grabbed his penis. Kan Wei dared not move. Looking at the others at the table, they were all drunk and no one was paying attention to them. Since she was so bold, Kan Wei had no reason to be afraid, so he openly chatted and drank with the others, while his penis under the table began to swell in the woman’s small hand. Li Yinghui whispered in his ear, “Your thing is quite big.”

Across from them, Fang Youping was secretly touching Ma Shengping. They only dared to place their hands on each other’s thighs, yet they were already aroused.

After dinner, the second half of the entertainment was naturally indispensable. They went up to the fifth floor and asked for a large room. Several beautiful women sang off-key and didn't like to sing, so it was almost entirely the men singing while the women danced. Li Yinghui and Kan Wei danced close together, and she felt Kan Wei's penis pressing against her lower abdomen. Kan Wei wasn't tall, and it was almost touching her breasts, giving her a vague sense of pleasure. She whispered in Kan Wei's ear, "I want you now."

Kan Wei also whispered in her ear, "How? Up to the room?"

"No. I can't wait. Come with me."

Li Yinghui led Kan Wei to the bathroom door, and when no one was looking, she opened the door and went in. She locked the door and started pulling down Kan Wei's pants. Kan Wei grabbed her belt to stop her from untying it, saying, "How can we do this here? Someone's about to go to the toilet."

Li Yinghui smiled and said, "It's okay. He'll know someone's there if he can't open the door, he won't suspect we're doing this, he'll just think she's going to the toilet."

"Let's go up to my room."

"It's no fun in the room. I like it here."

Kan Wei realized that this was the kind of stimulating environment Li Yinghui wanted, so he let go, letting Yinghui take off her pants and put his penis in her mouth to suck. Kan Wei thought, today Lan Hua ignored him and was having sex with someone else, but two women much more beautiful than Lan Hua took the initiative to have sex with him, so this was a kind of compensation.

Kan Wei reached his hand inside Yinghui's loose neckline, grabbing her breasts and kneading them like two pieces of dough. He also took off Yinghui's pants, his palm tracing down her pubic hair, his middle finger going all the way into her vagina, which was warm, lubricated, and soft. He thrust all the way in, and Yinghui cried out "Ah!" Fortunately, the music outside was louder than inside. Yinghui wrapped her arms around Kan Wei's neck, jumped up, and hung on his neck. Kan Wei instinctively held her legs, letting her slowly fall down, and his penis entered her. Yinghui thrashed about like a fish in hot oil, exhausting Kan Wei, who plopped down on the toilet seat. He found this easier and continued sitting there until Yinghui reached her climax, her screams almost drowning out the music.

Yinghui, panting, sat on Kanwei's lap, kissed his thick lips, and said, "If you make me as happy as I am today, getting a loan will be easy."

"Is that all there is to it? Then I'll need a loan every day."

"Pah!"

Yinghui spat at Kanwei, the spittle landing on his face. "I'd love for you to do this every day, but loans require collateral. What will you use to secure your loans after you've used them all?"

Kanwei placed his already limp penis in Yinghui's hand and said, "I'll use this as collateral to apply for a loan for your lifetime of happiness. How about it?"

Yinghui giggled and said, "I won't take this. I need to lend it to others."

Just then, someone pushed the door open, but seeing it wouldn't budge, knowing someone was inside, they left. Kanwei said, "Alright. Let's go out quickly."

They put on their pants and waited until a song outside was halfway through before opening the door. Sure enough, the people outside were singing and dancing, not noticing them. Actually, Zhigang noticed, but pretended not to look. He already knew Yinghui would do this.

Zhigang and Zhang Xiaoqin danced, but Zhang Xiaoqin refused to dance cheek-to-cheek, opting instead for a steady three-step or four-step ballroom dance. Zhigang felt that his past practice of always going through the upper echelons in loan applications might be problematic; he needed to interact more with people like Zhang Xiaoqin who handled the specifics.

He whispered in Zhang Xiaoqin's ear, "Section Chief Zhang, I'd like to invite you to dinner sometime to ask you some questions about specific loan applications."

Zhang Xiaoqin also whispered in Zhigang's ear, "No need for dinner. Just tell me what you need." "

I'll be asking you a lot of questions, which will take a long time. Using this time to eat and ask questions at the same time is a win-win situation."

"You keep saying 'asking for advice,' you're really sincere, so I won't stand on ceremony. But I don't like crowds, so I'd like to find a quiet place to eat."

"Great. You're familiar with City A, so tell me where you want to go, and I'll treat you tomorrow."

“Let’s find a teahouse then. It’ll be convenient for our conversation, and they also have food.”

The next afternoon, after work, Zhigang picked up Zhang Xiaoqin from downstairs at the Construction Bank office building and drove to a nearby teahouse. They chose a window seat on the third floor. Zhigang ordered a pot of tea and some roasted nuts, pistachios, and peanuts. Zhang Xiaoqin was wearing her bank uniform, which, combined with her quiet and elegant demeanor, made her appear capable and graceful. Zhigang felt that her temperament was somewhat similar to Yu Juan’s, but even quieter. She didn’t like to talk much, and when she had nothing to say, she wouldn’t speak. When she met Zhigang, they also had nothing to say, so they would both remain silent, either drinking tea or eating sunflower seeds, without feeling awkward. But today, Zhigang still had a lot to say, so he was rarely silent.

"Section Chief Zhu, do you think there was something wrong with my previous approach to loan processing? I felt so exhausted."

"From now on, contact me from the very beginning. Listen to my instructions on everything that needs to be done. This way, you can avoid many detours."

"Okay. I'll listen to you from now on. So, what do you think we should do about this loan for Changjian Company?"

"Give me all the documents, and I'll review them before I look into them. You've already spoken to Director Li, right?"

"Yes."

"Don't go to the director first in the future. Wait until I tell you to go see her. Even if you go to her, she'll still delegate many things to us. Isn't that going in circles? The director has a lot on her plate, and these tedious tasks will cause delays. It should be the other way around. Delegate the initial work to us, let us filter out the tedious tasks, and then give the necessary information to the director. This way, she'll be satisfied, and your efficiency will improve."

Zhigang suddenly understood. He grasped what Zhang Xiaoqin hadn't explicitly said: many tasks could be handled directly with the loan department, but going to the director would give her more reason to extort Zhigang. Li Yinghui wasn't extorting money; she was extorting the number of times Zhigang and she would have sex.

Sanlanhua ignited Zhao Weimin's passion. Zhao Weimin had moved to the new factory area and had to stay home to care for his wife every night, only having some free time after work. He often went to the old factory area after work to have dinner with Lanhua, and then to Lanhua's dormitory for sex. He wanted to release all the emotions he had suppressed for over a decade, but he was powerless. After all, he hadn't had a proper sex life for many years, and his occasional sex with his wife was always rushed; his ability had deteriorated. He often ejaculated before Lanhua could reach orgasm, causing her great discomfort. Occasionally, he could bring her to orgasm, but he would ejaculate right away, and Lanhua still wouldn't be satisfied. Lanhua was physically strong and had a strong desire, requiring a man with endurance and strength to satisfy her. Seeing Lanhua's discomfort each time, and the fact that he had to masturbate her for a long time afterward, Zhao Weimin felt embarrassed and didn't want to trouble Lanhua anymore, but he could no longer suppress his physical needs; he wanted a woman every day.

Lan Hua also felt conflicted. She had aroused Zhao Weimin's sexual desire, but it had become a burden. She had to have sex with him every day, yet she herself remained unsatisfied. She knew Zhao Weimin was still psychologically vulnerable; if she showed too much dissatisfaction, he would become even less capable. The men Lan Hua had slept with were all migrant workers, strong and healthy, with no issues with their abilities. Her third brother had previously experienced impotence, but that was psychological; once resolved, it was fine. Zhao Weimin had both psychological and physical problems; she didn't know if he could improve. If not, sex with him would be very uninteresting.

Kan Wei's construction team had already started demolishing houses; the factory area was filled with the roar of machinery and flying dust every day. Kan Wei frequently came to inspect the work, but he didn't actively seek out Lan Hua for sex. She felt that Kan Wei had been cold towards her lately, and he hadn't mentioned marriage, for some reason. This old bastard—she was initially uninterested in him, but he pursued her passionately, and after igniting her passion, he withdrew the fuel. What did he mean? Was he playing with her?

Lan Hua had lived forty years, and the flame of love had never ignited in her heart. She and her third brother weren't exactly dating; they were introduced by a matchmaker, met, felt a connection, and decided to marry. Their most harmonious relationship was physical; they never considered emotional connection. At that time, they hadn't even considered going out to work; they simply believed that their greatest wish was to farm for the rest of their lives, to grow old on their small plot of land, and for the weather to be good. Later, with the influx of migrant workers, she went to the city and started a business with Zhigang. Zhigang was always there for her. She and Zhigang had a deep bond, almost like family. Although they were intimate, she never considered romantic love, as she was more than ten years older than him. Her affection for him was more like a mother's care and love. Kan Wei was the first strong man she felt she could rely on. He not only showed Lan Hua what wisdom and strength were, but also opened a window to love for her. Once that window was opened, it wasn't easy to close it.

Women in love often do extraordinary things. After a satisfying encounter with Zhao Weimin following dinner, Lan Hua suddenly decided to check on Kan Wei and see what he was up to. She drove to the Jiuzhou Hotel and took the elevator straight to the 18th floor. She knew Kan Wei had a long-term reservation for room 1808; it was where she and Kan Wei had their first time together. She rang the doorbell, wondering if Kan Wei was inside. At this time of year, he was usually at a karaoke bar, but they rarely sang karaoke except for business occasions, so he was likely in the room.

"Who is it?"

It was Kan Wei's voice; he was indeed inside.

Kan Wei opened the door, somewhat surprised to see Lan Hua, and asked, "You're here? Why didn't you call?"

"I was singing on the fifth floor, and I thought I'd check if you were here,"

Lan Hua lied.

"Come in,"

Kan Wei said, inviting Lan Hua inside. He sat her on the sofa in the living room; the bedroom door was closed. Lan Hua knew there was definitely a woman inside; otherwise, Kan Wei would have let her into the bedroom directly.

"Who's inside?"

Lan Hua asked bluntly, her personality never one for hiding. "Do I know her?"

Kan Wei was a little embarrassed, but also frankly said, "You don't."

"Does what you said still hold true?"

Lan Hua looked directly into Kan Wei's eyes.

Kan Wei knew what she was asking and said, "Of course it does. But let me explain."

"That's good."

Lan Hua felt relieved; she wasn't one to make things difficult for others. "Can I get to know her?"

Kan Wei felt awkward and a little annoyed. Whether Lan Hua did it intentionally or unintentionally, she didn't have the right to trap him and a woman in a room. "It's better not to get to know her. She's just a passerby in my life, like your man."

"I know, and I understand. Then I won't bother you any longer. Close the door."

Lan Hua left the room, closing the door behind her, tears streaming down her face. She rarely cried, especially not over matters of the heart, never even furrowing her brow for them. She wondered if she was getting old; the older one gets, the more fragile, the more sentimental.

She came to see Kan Wei today, even though she knew it was unlikely he was free, but subconsciously she still hoped to have sex with him.

Walking down the long, carpeted corridor to the elevator, Lan Hua called Zhi Gang while waiting: "Zhi Gang, where are you?"

"At the Jiuzhou Hotel."

"Me too. Which room are you in? Is it convenient for me to come?"

"Sure, come on over. Room 1616."

The doorbell rang only once before Zhi Gang opened the door. Zhi Gang was staying in a standard room; the TV was on, and he was wearing a bathrobe, having just been watching TV. Lan Hua sat on the bed and said, "Kan Wei has a woman in his room, so I had to come here."

"A woman?"

Zhi Gang was a little confused. "Isn't he going to marry you?"

"Isn't this normal? Even if I had married him, I wouldn't restrict him from having women. It's my fault for coming without telling him today."

"That's what you say. But you're still sad inside, right?"

"Of course, it's not good for you either."

Zhigang sat down next to Lanhua and said, "That proves you've fallen in love with him too."

Lanhua put her hand inside Zhigang's bathrobe, stroking his chest muscles, and said, "I suspect so too. Actually, I'm considering whether to marry him."

Zhigang also started to rub Lanhua's breasts: "Then you have to get a divorce first. This is a big deal."

Lanhua unbuttoned Zhigang's bathrobe, stroking him from top to bottom, grasping his already hard penis, no longer wanting to speak.

Chapter 096 The True Face of Yang Liu

Zhigang has been feeling lonely lately. He doesn't have many women. Linli is too busy with work, and they only have time to make love occasionally, which is just a prelude. They have even less time to communicate. With Yinghui, it's all just sex without communication, and it's not even frequent. Zhigang needs to communicate with women during sex, so he doesn't like having sex with Yinghui just for the sake of sex. He might as well go to a prostitute. He realized that besides these two women, he has no other women in City A. Lanhua is pursuing Kan Wei, so Zhigang can't have sex with her at this time. Today, Lan Hua came to his door, fulfilling his needs perfectly.

Lan Hua's body was the woman's body Zhigang knew best, and one of the women he desired most. Their feelings for each other were self-evident; a single gesture was enough for them to understand each other, so their communication required no further words. Zhigang grasped Lan Hua's breasts in his hands, sucking on them noisily. Lan Hua laughed and patted his head, saying, "Son, there's no milk left to drink."

Zhigang said, "Then I'll drink the water from your hole."

Saying this, he pulled down Lan Hua's clothes, spread her legs, and her flower, though an old plum blossom, was still dewy and frost-kissed, delicate and alluring. Zhigang gently licked it with the tip of his tongue, watching it gradually open, and soon it was filled with liquid. Zhigang sucked on the liquid, feeling her jade hole tremble violently, knowing that Lan Hua couldn't take it anymore, so he let his jade pillar slide in.

Lan Hua quickly reached orgasm, shouting loudly under Zhigang's tip, wanting Zhigang to pound her into mincemeat. Zhigang continued to attack her soft flesh with his hardness, letting her prepare for a second orgasm. Their coordination was seamless until Lan Hua's third climax, when Zhi Gang and she were destroyed together.

Lan Hua, like a long-awaited addict satisfying his craving for a cigarette, felt refreshed and in a much better mood. She rolled onto Zhi Gang, pressing her entire body against him, and said, "Old lovers are the best."

In Kan Wei's room was Yang Liu. She seemed to know Kan Wei well, knowing which room he lived in. Kan Wei liked this girl very much, and the feeling in bed was wonderful, but he knew she was just a passerby in his life, and he was a passerby in hers—something that couldn't be changed, something that couldn't be forced. His rich life experience told him that trying to forcibly change the trajectory of one's life inevitably leads to tragedy. He still felt that Lan Hua belonged to him. When Lan Hua left the room and closed the door, he felt his heart was hollowed out. He returned to the bedroom, where Yang Liu was still lying on her side, her alluring figure tempting, but he knew she didn't belong to him, and that he would never see her again.

Yang Liu's slender arms wrapped around Kan Wei. Looking at her beautiful face, Kan Wei forgot everything, pulled her close, and caressed her in his arms. Then he parted her lower body and thrust his enormous penis deep inside her, making her scream incessantly. Kan Wei didn't stop; he showed no intention of ejaculating. His penis continued to thrust relentlessly inside her for over an hour, until Yang Liu was exhausted and begged for mercy before he finally ejaculated.

Getting off Yang Liu, Kan Wei said, "You can leave now."

Yang Liu's almond-shaped eyes widened, and she angrily retorted, "What kind of person do you take me for? You think you can just let me go after you've vented?"

"

I'm sorry," Kan Wei realized he had been a bit rough. "I was just in a bad mood. I didn't mean anything by it."

Yang Liu sat on the bed, her anger turning to a smile, and asked, "I know you're unhappy. Who was that just now? Was it your wife or your lover?"

Kan Wei told the truth: "It's the person I want to marry."

"Men like you shouldn't get married. What about the other women if you marry her?"

Kan Wei looked at the girl on the bed, whose figure and appearance were impeccable, and said, "I don't have any other women now. Before, I was like you now, enjoying my youth to the fullest. But now I'm over fifty, and I just want a woman to accompany me through my old age."

"You're thinking too early. You should think about this in ten years."

“You know,”

Kan Wei said, walking to the bedside, leaning down to look at Yang Liu’s beautiful face and then at her bare breasts, “the reason I’ve achieved my success today is because I always think ten years ahead of others. It’s the same when it comes to women.”

The next morning, Kan Wei went to the winery.

"You're here?"

Lan Hua greeted him casually. "Sit down."

Kan Wei sat on the sofa and said, "Lan Hua, come here, let's talk."

Lan Hua sat down. "Talk about what?"

"The question you asked me yesterday, although I said it still holds true, in this atmosphere, we can't get married."

"You're hiding another woman in your house, and you really want to marry this old woman?"

"Yes. Yesterday, the woman in my house was a singer who performs at nightclubs, named Yang Liu. She approached me first."

"She approached you first?"

Lan Hua said incredulously, "Is it because she's ugly, or because you promised her money?"

"Neither. She's very beautiful, and she didn't want my money. But I know very well that she's just a passerby in my life, and you're the one I want to marry."

"Forget it. We're both so old, don't play games with me anymore. I didn't play these love games when I was young, and now I'm playing them with you, it's kind of funny."

"Not funny at all. I'm serious. Do you know why I agreed to sleep with this Yang Liu a few days ago?"

"No."

"Then I'll tell you. I came to the winery that day. You had just moved, and there was no one there. I saw you and Director Zhao, right here where I'm sitting, **doing ** (a euphemism for sexual activity)."

"Ah, you saw it?"

Lan Hua blushed, understanding why Kan Wei hadn't come these past few days. "I'm sorry, you know I'm that kind of woman, I can't live without a man. Do you still want to marry me?"

"Yes. The stronger your desires, the more I like it. But put yourself in my shoes, watching you **do ** with another man, without any prior warning, it really hurts."

"I understand. Just like I felt last night."

"Lan Hua, you're not giving me a competitor, are you?"

"You're afraid of competitors? To be honest, Zhao Weimin can't satisfy me. I just felt sorry for him and helped him."

"Is that so? Tell me."

Lan Hua explained Zhao Weimin's situation, then said, "I just wanted him to have his way, and of course, I wanted to have my way too. Who knew that while I awakened his sexual desires, he couldn't satisfy me."

"You brought this on yourself. If you want to have your way, come to me."

"Haven't you been distancing yourself from me? I won't

keep trying to win you over." "Okay, let's clear up our misunderstanding. Orchid, I still want to marry you, please say yes."

"I'm not divorced, how can I say yes? How about this, I'll agree to live with you first."

"Okay. Will you move in today?"

"Okay. But it's best to rent a place, like we're living together."

"Okay. I'll go rent a place tomorrow. Lan Hua, let me kiss you first."

Kan Wei hugged Lan Hua, and Lan Hua proactively offered her lips. They kissed for a long time.

Kan Wei and Lan Hua were now living together, and he was so happy that he treated everyone at the Jiuzhou Hotel. Of course, this was something that was only made public among a few close friends, so he only invited Zhi Gang, Zhou Kai, Fang Youping, Zhi Hong, and Zhi Chun.

Zhou Kai was happy for Kan Wei and said, "Old Kan, you've always been different, unconventional. Even your choice of wife is the same. Everyone else marries young mistresses, but you've married a middle-aged woman."

Lan Hua was unhappy and said, "Who did he marry? Don't forget, I have a man in Shanghai. 'Middle-aged woman'? You might as well call me an old woman."

"Sorry,"

Zhou Kai quickly apologized, "I meant a middle-aged woman, still charming. Someone like you, I couldn't even find one I wanted." "Stop pretending.

You're still not satisfied with Zhi Hong? Who else do you want to marry?"

Zhi Hong said, "Lan Hua, if you keep stirring up trouble, I'll call Third Brother to come and take you back to Shanghai."

"Don't scare me. If Third Brother comes, I'll make you spend the night with him, and he won't hold it against me."

"Pah! Who's going to spend the night with your Third Brother?"

Zhou Kai said, "Look, women always quarrel when they get together, causing trouble for men. Youping, you'd better try harder; it seems no woman likes you?"

"Who said that?"

Zhigang said. "It's because he doesn't have a woman he likes."

Fang Youping was about the same age as Zhigang and was not yet married. He was tall and thin, wore glasses, and had a quiet personality. Seeing that he was about to be outdone, he said, "There's nothing I can do. Girls these days like rich, uncultured men, not poor, uncultured men. Actually, I'm pretty good in bed, but no woman has tried."

Zhigang said, "You still brag about being a scholar, but you speak even more crudely than an uncultured man."

"There's nothing I can do. Girls these days like that, so I have to play the uncultured man."

"Zhigang, don't talk about Youping, you're not much better yourself,"

Zhou Kai said. "I see you live a life of asceticism in City A."

"Old Zhou, my two older sisters are here, please give me some face."

"I'll give you face, but you're paying for the second half of tonight."

When in Rome, do as the Romans do, they also learned to treat others to two halves of the meal.

“No problem. Where are you headed?”

“No need,”

Kan Wei said. “I’ve already made arrangements. We’ll go to the leisure center for the second half of the show.”

The leisure center was less than 100 meters away from the Jiuzhou Hotel on the same street, just a short walk away. They went to the first floor to shower separately for men and women, then put on bathrobes before going up to the second-floor lobby to rest. There was a T-shaped stage on one side of the lobby, surrounded by tables and chairs of various sizes on three sides. Kan Wei went up to the second floor first, chose a table that could seat seven or eight people, and ordered a cup of tea while waiting. Zhi Gang was the second to come up, followed by the others one after another. At this time, the performance on the T-shaped stage had already started, with a girl in a bikini performing a hot pole dance.

Everyone was present. All the men ordered green tea, Lan Hua also ordered green tea, and Zhi Hong and Zhi Chun ordered orange juice. Kan Wei also ordered a lot of fruits and snacks. The program on stage changed to eight girls dancing, also in bikinis, with intense and deafening music, and hot and passionate dance moves, drawing applause from the audience. Kan Wei and Lan Hua sat close together like young lovers, their hands clasped under the table, their legs rubbing against each other, clearly enjoying themselves. Zhi Gang thought about how he had been intimate with Lan Hua just a few nights ago

, wondering how many more opportunities he would have with her. But he was convinced that Lan Hua would always be willing to be with him if he wanted to. However, Lan Hua now belonged to another man, and he was at best just picking up the scraps. Jing'er was married, Gui Ling belonged to someone else, and Chun'er had disappeared. The women he truly cared about no longer belonged to him, including Lin Li, whom he could only occasionally have.

Several performances on stage ended, and the girl announcing the program announced that the next performance was a female solo, sung by the nightclub's star performer, Hong Liu. Applause erupted, and Zhi Gang and the others clapped along. Kan Wei whispered to Lan Hua that this Yang Liu was the woman who had been in his room that night. Lan Hua pinched Kan Wei's thigh hard, and Kan Wei, caught off guard, cried out in pain. But then Lan Hua gently touched the spot where she had been pinched, and then her hand moved to Kan Wei's penis, making it throb with desire, before happily removing her hand.

The slender and beautiful Yang Liu gracefully entered the stage. She had already seen Kan Wei, waved in their direction, and began to sing the first song. She sang in the folk style, her voice clear, high-pitched, mellow, and sweet, truly beautiful. As soon as she appeared, Lan Hua and Zhi Gang exchanged a shocked glance, exclaiming in unison, "Chun'er!"

The singer on stage was Chun'er; Yang Liu was her stage name. She already knew Zhi Gang was in City A, but avoided him, and deliberately slept with his friends. Not only with Kan Wei, she had also slept with Zhou Kai. She had called Zhou Kai when she was selling alcohol in Shanghai, but they hadn't met, so Zhou Kai didn't recognize her. She sang two songs on stage, and the applause from the audience wouldn't let her leave. So she sang a Shaanxi folk song, "Going West," her poignant and heartfelt performance flowing perfectly. Perhaps it was the outpouring of her emotions, but by the end, tears were streaming down her face. As soon as the song ended, she bowed three times to the audience on three sides, then left without a word or acknowledging the applause.

Lan Hua grabbed Kan Wei's arm and said, "You mean it was her that day?"

"Yes."

"It was Chun'er. Zhigang and I have been looking for her for a long time."

"What happened?"

"It's a long story. Simply put, she loved Zhigang terribly, but after he got married, she disappeared."

"Why didn't Zhigang marry her?"

"I don't know. But Zhigang most wanted to marry her sister, Jing'er, but Jing'er got married, and Zhigang was heartbroken too."

"It's a tangled mess."

Lan Hua looked at Zhigang; his face was ashen, and he was stunned. She knew that although Zhigang didn't want to marry Chun'er, it wasn't that he didn't love her. Zhigang had a mental block because of Jing'er. His feelings for Chun'er far surpassed his feelings for Wenjing; he had long considered Chun'er a younger sister and had been searching for her for the past two years. Chun'er's sudden appearance today caught Zhigang off guard; he couldn't believe it was really her. Lanhua nudged Kanwei, who looked at Zhigang and said, "Zhigang, come on, let's go backstage."

Kanwei pulled Zhigang to a simple room near the stage. Chun'er had already put on a fur coat over her performance costume and was carrying a large bag, ready to leave. "Yangliu,"

Kanwei called out to her.

"Chun'er!"

Zhigang rushed to Chun'er, "I've been looking for you for so long!"

Chun'er looked at Zhigang with her big eyes, her long eyelashes fluttering, and said, "Brother Zhigang, hello."

"Chun'er, don't go, let's have a good talk."

"No. I have performances to do, I have to rush."

"What's your phone number? I'll call you."

"No need. I'll find you. Goodbye."

Chun'er said, squeezing past Zhigang and leaving.

Zhigang couldn't sleep all night, Chun'er's image constantly appearing before his eyes. He kept thinking about whether he had made a mistake in abandoning Chun'er to marry Wenjing, and only today did he realize how much that had hurt Chun'er. Chun'er looked much more mature now, no longer the carefree and innocent girl she once was, but someone who had weathered many storms. This was all thanks to him. He thought that no matter who he married, it wouldn't have been as devastating for Chun'er as marrying Wenjing. Wenjing was Chun'er's classmate and dormitorymate. In terms of knowledge and intellect, she might be more advanced than Chun'er, but in terms of beauty and personality, Chun'er had the upper hand. Zhigang himself couldn't explain why he hadn't wanted to marry Chun'er in the first place.

Zhigang finally drifted off to sleep in the morning, only to be woken by his phone ringing around noon. It was Zhou Kai calling: "Zhigang, Secretary Wang is treating us to lunch at the Jiuzhou Hotel. You have to attend."

Zhigang felt a headache coming on, but he couldn't miss the banquet: "Okay. I'll go."

Zhigang threw down his phone, wanting to sleep a little longer, but he couldn't fall back asleep. He glanced at his watch; it was almost 11 o'clock. He got dressed, washed up, and went straight to the third floor. After confirming that Secretary Wang had booked a private room, he went in and sat on the sofa. He said to the waitress who was making him tea, "Please get me something to eat first."

The waitress said, "Tell the kitchen to make a bowl of wontons."

"Okay."

After finishing the wontons, Zhou Kai arrived and said to Zhigang, "Zhigang, look who I've invited."

Zhigang had already seen it; following behind Zhou Kai was Chun'er. He quickly stood up and said, "Chun'er, you're here."

Chun'er sat down on the sofa and said, "Aren't you happy to see me?"

"Yes. Of course, I am. How did you end up in City A?"

"Nobody wanted me, so I just wandered around."

"Don't talk nonsense. Who wouldn't want you? Does Jing'er know you're here?"

"Yes."

"Where have you been these past two years?"

"It's a long story, let's not talk about it today."

Chun'er's lukewarm attitude made Zhigang feel uncomfortable. He had imagined finding Chun'er more than once; the lively Chun'er would surely jump for joy, shouting and laughing noisily. He never imagined it would be like this. He thought Chun'er must have endured countless hardships and setbacks in the past two years to mold her into this state.

Wang Yaozong entered, accompanied by a tall, red-haired, red-bearded foreigner and the head of the investment promotion bureau, Ma Shengping. Zhigang exclaimed, "Stephen!"

"Feng Zhigang!"

Stephen's Chinese had a slight foreign accent.

"You know each other?"

Wang Yaozong asked in surprise.

"More than just acquaintances,"

Zhigang said. "He's also my partner, with investments in my hometown."

"I have many investments in China,"

Stephen said. "My partnership with Zhigang is just one of them."

"Stephen plans to invest in a grain production base in City A. Our area is a land of plenty; agricultural investment has great potential."

Zhigang asked Stephen, "Isn't Kelly here?"

"She has some business in Shanghai; she'll come tomorrow."

Wang Yaozong saw Chun'er and asked, "And this is?"

Zhou Kai introduced her: "She's the singer Yang Liu, and also an old friend of Zhigang's." "

Oh. Welcome. Please, everyone, have a seat."

Kan Wei, Lan Hua, and Fang Youping had all arrived, and everyone sat down together. Stephen sat to Wang Yaozong's right, Zhou Kai to his left, and Chun'er sat to Stephen's right.

Wang Yaozong said, "Today we're hosting a banquet to welcome Mr. Stephen, and we've invited several entrepreneurs to accompany us. Since you're all business people, you'll have common ground. This afternoon, Director Ma will accompany Stephen to inspect your companies." Stephen

, with his Western-style straightforwardness, praised Chun'er's beauty and treated her with great gentlemanly care, frequently serving her food and drinking with her. Chun'er seemed to have returned to her former self, chatting and laughing with Stephen. She was never one for formalities; when she was in high spirits, she would put an arm around Stephen's neck, whisper a few words in his ear, and then they would both laugh heartily.

During the afternoon visit to several factory areas, Chun'er remained draped over Stephen's arm, acting like a couple. Zhigang knew she was doing it for his benefit, but helplessly allowed her to achieve her goal, feeling deeply distressed. If this were a wife-swapping situation, Chun'er would be... Stephen wouldn't have cared, because she came with him as part of the exchange, as his "wife." But now, Chun'er didn't belong to him at all, had no relation to him, yet was involved with any man around him. Zhigang rarely got jealous, but today Chun'er had stirred up his jealousy.

Dinner was at a local restaurant near the new distillery site, paid for by Zhigang. Stephen ran to the kitchen, looking around and shaking his head at the hygiene. Chun'er followed him, puzzled, and said, "Stephen, you speak Chinese so well, you should know China well, aren't you used to the hygiene?"

Stephen shook his head and said, "My stomach is American, it's not suited to Chinese food. Feng Zhigang knows this best." Zhigang

chuckled as he recounted how Stephen had gotten a stomachache at a small restaurant during his investment trip to his hometown, becoming dehydrated from diarrhea. Everyone laughed uncontrollably. Chun'er, in particular, bent over laughing, clutching her stomach, then hugged Stephen and kissed his face repeatedly.

After the meal, Stephen said, "I'm afraid my stomach will give out, so I need to hurry back to the hotel to prepare for my 'baptism,' otherwise I won't be able to use the toilet here."

Chun'er grabbed his arm and said, "I'll go with you."

Stephen looked at Chun'er with undisguised lust and said, "Miss Yang Liu, you're so adorable." Stephen and Chun'er's figures disappeared at the door of the private room. Zhigang was still in a daze when Lan Hua said, "Let's go, let's go to the second half."

They drove to Music Sound KTV and booked a large room. Orchid was naturally the star of the show, and Ma Shengping sang quite well too. Among the men, Kan Wei and Zhou Kai sang well, especially Kan Wei; although not tall, his voice was surprisingly loud and high-pitched. Zhigang

, however, sat blankly in a corner of the sofa, like a hen with a runny nose. He felt that Chun'er's mistreatment was entirely his fault; Chun'er couldn't continue like this, but he didn't know how to change the situation.

(Chapter 97: Kelly and Ma Shengping

) Orchid saw Zhigang's sullen expression and knew he was worried about Chun'er. She sat down beside him and whispered in his ear, "Zhigang, you don't need to worry about Chun'er. It's a blessing you've found her." Zhigang

nodded. Lanhua was right; finding Chun'er was a miracle. He had imagined countless times Chun'er being deceived, sold, or forced into prostitution, even having nightmares about her death. He thought that as long as Chun'er was alive, that was enough. But now that he had found her, he was worried about her situation; she was no different from a prostitute. He suddenly realized that his past feelings for Chun'er were wrong; he had not only treated her as a younger sister but also deeply loved her as a woman, though he hadn't realized it.

Seeing that Zhigang remained silent, Lanhua took his hand and said, "Come, let's dance."

They embraced and danced a close dance. Lanhua felt Zhigang's stiffness and numbness, so she rested her chin on his shoulder and whispered in his ear, "Zhigang, try to think more positively. You're not usually one to dwell on things; what's wrong with you this time?" Zhigang felt

tears welling up and said to Lanhua, "Third Sister-in-law, I'm really heartbroken. I'm the one who hurt Chun'er." "

When Zhigang calls out 'Third Sister-in-law,' it's like a child calling out to their mother—it means they've been wronged or need Lan Hua's comfort. Lan Hua pats his back and says, 'You didn't realize Chun'er loved you so deeply, did you?'"

Zhigang nodded and said, "I never thought I cared so much about Chun'er."

"Who told you not to marry her?"

Lanhua poked Zhigang's forehead with her index finger, scolding him like a mother to her son. "And you insisted on marrying her roommate! You've hurt her so badly. You know I love Jing'er and Chun'er the most. If you can't marry Jing'er, I really want you to marry Chun'er. I really don't know what you're thinking." "Alright

, Third Sister-in-law, please stop talking to me."

Sensing Zhigang's voice trembling with tears, Lanhua stopped talking, hugged him tighter, and continued dancing. After a while, she asked, "Zhigang, shall I keep you company tonight?"

"No need. You're Kan Wei's now; that would be disrespectful to him. We need to be more discreet from now on."

"But seeing you like this makes me feel bad too."

"Don't worry. What haven't we been through all these years? Don't worry, I'm fine."

Back in the hotel room, Zhigang, like the night before, still couldn't sleep. He imagined Chun'er currently having sex with Stephen, letting Stephen torment her inside her body, which was actually tormenting Zhigang. Suddenly, the telephone by the bedside rang, startling him. He picked up the receiver: "Hello?"

"Hello,"

came a woman's sweet, coquettish voice, "Sir, do you need any services?"

"No,"

Zhigang replied impatiently, hanging up before the other party could speak again. His current mood couldn't be soothed by sex, and besides, he never frequented prostitutes. He didn't

fall asleep until dawn, waking up at noon. Zhigang felt a heavy head, but couldn't fall back asleep, so he sat up on the bed, lost in thought. His phone rang. He picked it up from the bedside table. It was Ma Shengping calling: "President Feng, are you still sleeping?"

Zhigang forced himself to sound cheerful and said, "How did you know? Are you right next to my bed?"

"Do you want me by your bedside? I'd be happy to oblige."

"Of course. Such a sexy and beautiful director has been my object of desire for a long time."

"Just for that, I'll treat you to lunch and give you a surprise."

"Really? Tell me what the surprise is."

"Telling you won't work. Come down quickly, I'm in the Zhou Yu Hall on the third floor."

Zhigang got dressed, washed up, and took the elevator to the third floor. As soon as he entered the Zhou Yu Hall, he saw the beautiful woman sitting on the sofa with Ma Shengping. It was Kelly. Kelly was facing the door and saw him too. She stood up happily, opened her arms, and walked towards Zhigang: "Zhigang."

"Kelly."

Zhigang and Kelly hugged tightly. Her full breasts rubbed against Zhigang's chest, making him feel her sexiness and desire.

Ma Shengping also came over, watching the two of them embracing for a long time, and said half-jokingly, "You two are treating me like I don't exist? If you're getting carried away, just go to a hotel, don't be so lovey-dovey in front of me."

Kelly let go of Zhigang, then hugged Ma Shengping and said, "Director Ma, I'm sorry, I only need him for a little while. You can have him every day."

Ma Shengping glared at Zhigang and said, "I've never had him."

"Hmm?"

Kelly understood and apologized, "I'm sorry. I thought you two were having an affair."

"No,"

Zhigang said, "A beauty like Director Ma wouldn't be interested in a peasant like me."

"Zhigang,"

Kelly looked Zhigang up and down, as if she were looking at her long-lost husband, "You look a little haggard, have you been working hard lately?"

"I'm fine. Have you seen your mother?"

"Yes, I have. She misses you a lot and wants you to go back to see her."

Kelly said meaningfully.

Zhigang had indeed not seen Sister Wu for several months. Thinking of Sister Wu's feminine charm and ageless passion, a tender feeling welled up in his heart.

Stephen arrived arm in arm with Chun'er. He let go of Chun'er's hand, kissed Kelly intimately, and then led her to sit down on the sofa.

Zhou Kai and Zhihong, Kan Wei and Lanhua, and Fang Youping were also there. Zhou Kai asked Ma Shengping, "Isn't Secretary Wang coming today?"

"Secretary Wang is on a business trip to Shanghai and asked me to take good care of you all,"

Ma Shengping said, arranging for everyone to be seated. Lan Hua pulled Chun'er to sit down and asked, "Chun'er, where have you been these past two years?"

"Wandering around. I've been to Guangdong and Shenzhen. This year, I came to City A from Shenzhen with some friends."

Lan Hua looked at Chun'er's pretty face and said, "I think you must have suffered a lot, but you don't look it at all. You're still so young and beautiful."

"It's alright. It's an advantage for a woman to be pretty; people are willing to take care of you wherever you go."

"Who would take care of you for free? They just want to take advantage of you."

"Then let them take advantage. They've put in the effort; they should get something in return."

"You think that's fair and reasonable, huh? Silly girl. Do you know how worried Zhigang and I were about you?"

"Don't worry. I'm not the type to commit suicide, and I have people taking care of me everywhere, so I won't die. As for how I'm doing, that's hard to say. Can you really say how you're doing?"

Lan Hua pinched Chun'er's soft cheek and said, "Two years apart, you haven't aged a bit, but you've become much more mature. Don't you really miss Zhigang?"

Chun'er's eyes reddened, and she pursed her lips, remaining silent. After a while, she asked Lan Hua, "How is Wenjing doing now?"

"Wenjing is a big star now, she's performing all the time."

That

afternoon, Zhigang and Ma Shengping accompanied Stephen and his wife to inspect several townships. These townships were all flat, with abundant water resources and fertile land that was resistant to drought and flood, making them suitable for large-scale cultivation. The secretaries and mayors of several townships accompanied them to inspect some agricultural enterprises and provided detailed introductions to the climate, soil, water, and culture. Stephen also requested to inspect several mountainous areas; he wanted some land for planting trees and raising animals.

The last stop was Yinshan Town. Ma Shengping planned to have dinner at the Yinshan Hot Spring Sanatorium and then soak in the hot springs. Zhigang said, "Let's eat first and then go to the hot springs. Stephen likes local dishes, so let's find a local restaurant in town."

Stephen immediately agreed, "Okay. Let's go eat local dishes."

Ma Shengping said to Zhigang, "Didn't you say he got diarrhea after eating local dishes last time? He still dares to eat them?"

Zhigang laughed and said, "He's very greedy. He's not afraid of risking his life for good food."

Kelly took Zhigang's arm and said, "You know him best. He only remembers the good times."

Mayor Wang of Yinshan Town led them to a restaurant located on the mountainside road. There was a large open space in front, already filled with more than a dozen cars, all driven from the city. The private room was reasonably decorated and looked clean. Mayor Wang said that city leaders often brought guests here to eat, so the environment and hygiene were quite particular. The dishes here were mainly wild game, and they were all served in glazed black or brownish-yellow earthenware bowls used by farmers decades ago. Stephen was very interested in the ceramic bowls. He asked the waiter to bring an empty bowl to examine it closely, then deliberately looked around before sneaking the bowl into his clothes like a thief, which made everyone laugh. He took out the bowl and handed it to the waiter, saying, "Please wrap it up for me; I want to take it with me."

Mayor Wang said, "These bowls are made in the town's kilns; we can make as many as you want."

The dishes were all served: braised wild boar, pheasant, venison, and stewed wild duck soup. Mayor Wang said that all the wild game was farmed. Stephen ate with gusto, his mouth greasy, and he accepted every toast offered to him. Hearing that these were artificially bred, he asked, "Why didn't you take me to see these farms?"

Mayor Wang replied, "You're inspecting grain cultivation, so I didn't arrange it."

"That's not good,"

Stephen shook his head, "Your arrangement isn't good. I'll visit your deer farm and pig farm tomorrow. This is delicious; I want to invest in developing it."

"That's wonderful,"

Mayor Wang said, raising a glass of wine. "Mr. Stephen, let me toast you first. These farms are all family-run operations, small in scale, and not very profitable, but if you invest in expanding, the profits will definitely be good."

"I will definitely invest,"

Stephen said, clinking glasses with Mayor Wang, finishing his glass of baijiu, then picking up a piece of venison and saying, "I want to put it on American tables."

Zhigang said, "Don't get too excited. You'll already make a fortune if you can put it on Chinese tables. Exporting it to America will probably be very difficult."

Stephen stared wide-eyed and said, "Then I'll bring Americans here to eat wild game."

“That’s a great idea,”

Zhigang said. “Yinshan Town already has hot springs, and we plan to develop it into a tourist destination. Adding wild game as a specialty, just imagine how appealing that slogan would be: eating wild game and soaking in hot springs.”

Stephen said, “I’ll add another attraction for you: a visit to the breeding base. How about that?”

“Excellent!”

Ma Shengping said. “Mr. Stephen, you and Mayor Wang can work on this together. Let Yinshan Town plan it, you invest, and the city will provide strong support to create a tourist destination.”

A brilliant investment idea was formed. Kelly said, “How could such a great idea come about without coming to investigate? We were looking to invest in agricultural projects; this is an unexpected bonus.”

Stephen, having eaten and drunk his fill, patted his belly and said, “Director Ma, let us inspect the hot springs again.”

They said goodbye to Mayor Wang and drove to the Yinshan Hot Spring Sanatorium. Zhigang was given a private room. He took off his clothes, soaked in the hot spring water, and waited for Ma Shengping to emerge from a hidden door in the wall. This woman had flirted with Zhigang more than once, but had never had a suitable opportunity. Today was a golden opportunity, and she wouldn’t let it slip by. Sure enough, she emerged from the door wrapped in a bath towel, her fair shoulders, arms, and long legs exposed. She stopped in front of Zhigang, her right foot on a round stone by the pool, her right hand on her right knee, her left hand on her hip, looking down at him. Zhigang stood up and untied the knots in the two corners of her bath towel, which slipped to the ground, completely exposing Ma Shengping's snow-white and alluring breasts. Wang Yaozong's women were all carefully selected, and Ma Shengping's figure was undoubtedly exceptional: full, perky breasts, a slender waist, plump hips, and long legs. The pubic hair at the base of her legs seemed thicker and more extensive than others. Zhigang stood up, grabbed her thighs, and lifted her up. To maintain her balance, Ma Shengping held onto Zhigang's head with both hands as he carried her into the water. They kissed while standing in the hip-deep hot water.

Zhigang's penis slowly hardened against Ma Shengping's inner thighs, burying itself in her thick pubic hair. Zhigang grabbed her legs, spreading them apart and lifting her up, then inserted his penis into her vagina. He watched as Ma Shengping moaned, her eyes closed, her face showing a cautious expression. Women's expressions during intercourse are all different, and all strange. Zhigang slowly squatted down, sitting in the water, his penis inside her, pulling Shengping onto his penis as well. They pounded and splashed, the woman screaming. Shengping was close to climax, panting, "Let's go to the bed, it's not good here."

Zhigang held her, their bodies intertwined. When they emerged from the water, the sudden loss of buoyancy made Zhigang's legs weak, almost causing him to fall. He carried Shengping, his penis pressing against her, to the rattan bed by the bathtub, laying her down on a towel-covered bed. Just then, Shengping reached her climax, screaming for Zhigang to thrust harder. Zhigang had ravaged her until she was dizzy, oblivious to the time and place.

Zhigang persisted in his act. Every woman who had sex with him for the first time was surprised and delighted by his ability to hold back. Zhigang had never witnessed other men's performances, but judging from the women's reactions, he knew he was a master rarely encountered by them.

Ma Shengping was a beautiful woman with a pouty mouth. If she were an old woman, her pouty lips might indicate she had no teeth, but her lips were beautifully and sensually pouty. Zhigang couldn't resist kissing her lips.

Shengping said, "Zhigang, do you know why I brought you to City A for investment?"

"Just so I could have sex with you?"

"You know? Why did you only come to me now?"

"I only found out now. Why did you only come to me now?"

"I just never had the chance. Do you think I don't know about you and Li Yinghui?"

While moving, Zhigang looked into Shengping's beautiful crescent-shaped eyes and said, "Actually, your arrangement today wasn't the most reasonable."

"Why?"

The pupils in her crescent-shaped eyes shone as she looked at Zhigang.

“You don’t know the Stephens. They’re in an American wife-swapping club. Whenever they’re traveling for work, they don’t want to have sex with each other; they want to swap with others.”

“Isn’t their relationship bad?”

“They have a very good relationship. All the members of the wife-swapping club are couples with good relationships; they wouldn’t do this if their relationships weren’t good.

” “You mean he wants to swap with us?”

Zhigang looked into her eyes and said, “Would you be willing?” Shengping

's face, already flushed from the orgasm, turned even redder. She closed her eyes, another climax arriving. This time, Zhigang and she were both destroyed. After

showering, they slept together in Zhigang's bed. Zhigang, who hadn't slept well for two nights and had just brought Shengping to two intense orgasms, was extremely exhausted and quickly fell asleep.

The next morning, after breakfast in the second-floor restaurant, Stephen insisted on taking a good look at the hot spring resort, so Zhigang drove around. Ma Shengping explained that there were several sections. The front was the public leisure area, similar to a large public bathhouse in the city; the area they had stayed in yesterday was the upscale leisure area; and there were even more upscale villa leisure areas. Stephen asked, "Are the hot spring resources here abundant?"

"Very abundant,"

Ma Shengping said. "There are hot springs everywhere in the basin, but they are all controlled by the government and cannot be developed freely. Moreover, the hot springs here contain more than ten kinds of minerals, which have miraculous effects on skin diseases and beauty."

Stephen said, "We could invest in building some more large-scale public bathhouses. The government could hold a hot spring festival every year to gain scale and influence." For example, if we can get 10,000 people to bathe during the hot spring festival, it will have a nationwide impact, and the brand effect will quickly emerge. "

Good idea,"

Ma Shengping said. "You should come up with a plan as soon as possible, and I'll report it to the municipal government. If it achieves the effect you envision, it will be a great contribution to City A."

While they were discussing work, Kelly asked Zhigang, "You don't like me anymore?"

"Who said that? I was very happy to see you."

"But why didn't you come to see me last night?" "

Last night, Director Ma didn't want to be replaced. She's never replaced anyone before, so she was sorry."

Kelly looked at Zhigang with sharp yet affectionate eyes and said, "Even if she doesn't replace you today, I still want you."

"Then what about Stephen?"

"You figure something out. Finding him a woman isn't difficult, is it?"

Zhigang thought of Chun'er. Stephen had already spent the night with Chun'er, and it would be no problem for Chun'er to keep him company tonight, but Zhigang didn't want to arrange it that way. He would rather have sex with Chun'er that night, but Chun'er wouldn't listen to him now. He couldn't stop thinking about Chun'er, and his interest in women had dwindled. Even Kelly couldn't arouse him much passion anymore. Last night's sex with Ma Shengping was his first time, but he didn't have any deep memories of it.

They went to the Yinshan Town government again, and as arranged yesterday, Mayor Wang led them to visit the deer farm. Yinshan Town is surrounded by mountains on all sides, in a basin, with only one road running north-south through it. There are no other access routes. The deer farms are scattered on the surrounding mountains, numbering more than a dozen, all very small, family-run units, at most two or three families working together, raising a dozen or so deer. Stephen said, "If we consolidate all these farms into one, it would be more efficient and easier to manage. Let's choose a suitable mountain and lease the whole mountain."

They spent the day exploring the mountains surrounding Yinshan Town, sometimes by car, sometimes on foot. At noon, Mayor Wang took them to a farmer's house for lunch. A pheasant was slaughtered, and wild boar and venison were readily available. The farmer used minimal seasoning, allowing Stephen to taste the authentic flavor of the wild game, which he found even better than what he had eaten the day before. After a day of touring, Stephen spotted two adjacent mountains and said to Ma Shengping, "Sell me these two mountains, or lease them, but for a long term, at least thirty years. I'll also give you the largest and most famous wild game farm in East China."

Zhigang asked, "Will you run it yourself?"

"No. I originally wanted to find a company to partner with, where I would invest and the company would manage it, but I haven't seen any large, good companies."

Ma Shengping said, "You can partner with the Yinshan Town government to set up a company, then operate according to regulations and hire management personnel."

Stephen made a troubled expression and said, "I understand the situation in China; partnering with the government is difficult and not a good choice. The government should stay away from capital and only provide services to businesses."

Zhigang said, "Stephen, what if you partner with me? We're already partners, so communication would be easier."

"But do you have management personnel?"

"We can transfer them from an agricultural product base in a neighboring village in Dai County. For example, Xinyi could be the person in charge."

"Xinyi?"

Stephen had met Xinyi in Dai County, so he naturally remembered her well. "She can come and take charge. Let's sit down and talk it over in the next couple of days."

When they finally descended the mountain, everyone's underwear was soaked with sweat. Kelly said, "Let's stay at the hot spring resort again tonight and have another good hot spring bath."

After last night's encounter, Ma Shengping didn't need to hide anymore and arranged to share a room with Zhigang. Just as she entered the room, she heard a knock: "Zhigang."

It was Kelly's voice. Zhigang went out, and Stephen gave him an OK sign from outside before pushing the door open. Ma Shengping, with her back to the door, was preparing to take off her clothes when she heard footsteps and assumed it was Zhigang, so she said, "Zhigang, can you help me take this off?"

Stephen helped Ma Shengping take off her undergarments from behind, leaving her only in her bra. Ma Shengping turned around and was startled to see the tall Stephen, letting out a scream. Stephen hugged her and said, "Don't be afraid. I'll be very gentle."

Ma Shengping stared at Stephen, and before she could react, Stephen had already taken off her bra, his large hands kneading her breasts like dough. Seeing that she was gradually calming down, Stephen lifted them both up, carried Ma Shengping to the bathroom, laid her down in the shallow end, and lay down beside her, embracing and kissing her. Ma Shengping felt herself being held tightly by this foreign man, like a child, but she felt safe. The man's soft red beard brushed against her face, making her feel a little itchy. His chest was covered in hair, and his arms were covered in long hair, like a monkey, but his penis seemed enormous, pressing against his lower abdomen. His large hands gently caressed her breasts, back, and buttocks, reaching down to her inner thighs and then to the depths of her vagina. Ma Shengping trembled all over, her small hands grasping the man's large penis, longing for it to enter her body.

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