[Urban] The Romantic Encounters of a Working-Class Boy (Complete) - 28-30

Chapter 53 Chun'er is Deceived

Chapter 53 Chun'er is Deceived This Spring Festival, Zhigang returned to his hometown. However, the stronger the festive atmosphere, the stronger his loneliness became. He could see that his parents felt even more empty than he did. There were only three of them, and although there were Zhichun and Xiaoyong more than in previous years, it still felt even worse: those who should have gotten married weren't, and those who had been married were divorced. How could they possibly have a family reunion this year?

Zhigang returned to Shanghai on the sixth day of the Lunar New Year, with Zhihong, Zhichun, and Xiaoyong traveling with him.

Zhihong had argued with Chen You the night before. In fact, a rift had formed between Zhihong and Chen You as soon as Zhihong returned. Chen You had heard through several channels that Zhihong had been beaten by the wealthy man's wife for being a kept man. He felt that if Zhihong didn't bring it up, he wouldn't ask her directly, but he still had a grudge. On the first night, he ejaculated after only a few minutes, which made Zhihong very uncomfortable. On the second night, he couldn't get an erection, and even after a long time, he ejaculated again after only a few minutes. On the third night, Zhihong simply lost interest, and Chen You lost interest as well, so they did nothing. On the fourth night, they had their first argument.

Chen You couldn't help but ask Zhihong, "I heard you were beaten up?"

Honest Chen You didn't know how to ask questions; he was concerned about Zhihong, but he didn't realize this was a wound in her heart. Zhihong replied irritably, "I was beaten up, are you happy about that?"

Chen You was already upset; rumors were circulating that his wife was sleeping with a rich man, making him lose face. Even though he was being considerate, he kept it to himself, but Zhihong's unreasonable behavior made him unhappy too. He said harshly, "How can you talk like that? You don't know what's good for you."

"I don't know what's good for me, so what? You think I'm unclean, sleeping with other men outside? Then let's get a divorce."

Chen You fell silent, but he was even angrier, thinking, "You're sleeping with other men outside, and you're making a fool of yourself, and you think you're right? I haven't even lost my temper, and you're taking it out on me. What kind of logic is that?"

In their usual arguments, Chen You would fall silent first, and then both would calm down. But this time, neither of them calmed down. On the evening of the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, Zhihong said she would go to Shanghai with Zhigang the next day. Chen You asked, "Don't you still have a few days off?"

Zhihong said, "I want a stranger, I want to be with a rich man. Is it any of your business?"

Chen You was furious. He clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles cracked, but he had nowhere to vent his anger. He could only shout loudly, "You just want a divorce, don't you? Fine, I agree. If you're so capable, don't leave tomorrow. Go through the divorce proceedings first."

"Fine

, I'll go through with it." Zhihong wouldn't back down. "I won't leave tomorrow."

The two slept back to back that night. In the morning, Zhihong still packed her things and left with Zhigang. Chen You didn't say anything more. They both knew that their workplaces wouldn't be open on the sixth day of the Lunar New Year, so they couldn't go through with the divorce proceedings.

They arrived in Shanghai in the afternoon, and at ten o'clock that night, Shen Peng knocked on Zhihong's door. Zhihong was telling Chen You the truth; she had indeed come to Shanghai early to meet her lover, whom she had arranged over the phone.

They hadn't seen each other for over ten days, and during that time, neither Shen Peng nor Zhihong had had sex. Like dry tinder, their passion ignited, and they embraced as soon as the door closed. Both were wearing sweaters, making the touch feel like a mere scratch. Shen Peng spread out the blankets, took a shower, and crawled into the warm bed. Zhihong, having showered, came out wrapped in a towel, threw it off, and crawled in naked. The bed was already warm. As Zhihong entered, Shen Peng's erect penis began to slide from her feet down her calves to her thighs and groin. Zhihong grasped it, but instead of immediately inserting it, she buried her head in the blankets and took it into her mouth.

Having been properly aroused by Zhihong, Shen Peng began to reciprocate, sucking on her clitoris in the bed. Although he couldn't see it, he could feel the flower opening and writhing beneath his tongue, its rich juices constantly being sucked into his throat. Shen Peng felt the flower had expanded to its limit, so he groped and slowly inserted his jade pillar, moving in and out rhythmically, gradually increasing the speed. As soon as

the jade pillar entered, Zhihong couldn't help but moan, writhing in response. The temperature in the bed was too high, so Shen Peng threw off the covers, and their two burning bodies bathed in the cool, comfortable air, continuing to generate heat. As the jade pillar inflated like an air pump, the pleasure within Zhihong's vulva gradually accumulated, growing larger and larger, stretching the flower wider and wider. Zhihong felt her cave had become a giant balloon, engulfing Shen Peng entirely. Finally, unable to bear it any longer, she felt herself destroyed, screaming hoarsely, using up all her life force.

Shen Peng also felt destroyed, lost in Zhihong's vast, boundless cave.

Separated by a wall, Zhichun and Zheng Ting were also engaged in sexual activity. They had also agreed to arrive in Shanghai early.

Only Zhigang was all alone, waiting in his empty house.

On the second morning of the new school term, Guiling had just started work when Zheng Ting came to report on the security department's work. Her phone rang; it was Sun Fenglai, the principal of the Lixiang Migrant Workers' Children's School: "President Zhang, something bad has happened! The school bus picking up students has overturned."

"What? Where? Are any people injured?"

Guiling's heart pounded.

"On the national highway not far from the school, it collided with a dump truck. I'm afraid someone has died."

"What do you mean 'I'm afraid someone has died'? Where are you?"

"I'm on my way, almost there."

Guiling said to Zheng Ting, "Hurry. The school bus overturned."

They ran downstairs, got into Guiling's car, and drove to the scene of the accident. When they arrived, the police had already cordoned off the area. There was only one lane on the national highway, allowing cars to slowly pass in both directions, and both sides were blocked by a long line of cars.

Sun Fenglai, her face streaked with tears, sobbed uncontrollably, "Two students died, one teacher died, and more than a dozen were injured."

Guiling's mind went blank for a moment. She asked, "Where were the injured students taken?"

"They were taken to the district central hospital."

At this moment, Zhigang and Lanhua arrived after hearing the news, and they rushed to the hospital together.

Zhigang and Lanhua returned to the company in the afternoon, while Guiling, Zheng Ting, and Sun Fenglai were still at the hospital. They hadn't eaten lunch, and none of them wanted to. Seeing so many pitiful, injured, and crying children at the hospital, Zhigang was so heartbroken that he had a stomach cramp, and he still hadn't recovered. Qianghui and Yuqin also arrived upon hearing the news. They sat on the sofa in Zhigang's office. Qianghui asked, "How many people were killed or injured?"

Zhigang replied, "Three died, one of whom was a teacher. Twelve were injured, five of whom were seriously injured."

Yuqin asked, "Was the bus overloaded?"

"It was definitely overloaded,"

Lanhua said. "These minibuses have a capacity of 17 people, but there were 23 people on board at the time."

Zhigang said, "The Education Commission has ordered the school to temporarily suspend classes, and many parents have requested withdrawals or transfers."

Qianghui said, "Now we must focus all our efforts on treating the injured, comforting the parents, stabilizing the school, and cooperating with the investigation. Once we have time, we will hold a board meeting to discuss future actions. We must learn from this accident and adjust the company's future development strategy."

A week later, Qianghui chaired a board meeting. The accident was still under investigation, and the parents of the deceased and injured were still being comforted. Guiling was unable to attend the meeting.

"Everyone,"

Qiang Hui said solemnly, "Today we are holding this board meeting specifically to discuss this accident. Firstly, we need to decide on the company's attitude and handling methods regarding the accident; secondly, we need to study the company's future development strategy in light of this accident. Let's share our thoughts first."

Yu Qin said, "We've met frequently these past few days, and we've basically reached a consensus on the first point: to fully cooperate with the treatment and investigation, to deeply reflect on the cause of the accident, and to try our best to meet the other party's demands in the aftermath. Today, our focus should be on the second point."

Zhigang said, “These past few days I’ve been thinking repeatedly about why such a big accident happened. Do I and our head office bear any responsibility? How much responsibility? I think I do, and a lot of it. We severely lack senior management personnel and didn’t have enough reserves before expanding too quickly and taking too big a step, which is the root cause of the accident. So I’m thinking, isn’t it time for the company to downsize?”

Lanhua said, “I have similar feelings to Zhigang. Now it’s probably not a question of whether we should downsize, but rather that we are forced to downsize, at least in the school sector. A dozen or so schools, each operating independently like sheep, with less than half having qualified principals. Guiling is also in charge of both the schools and the clubhouse. If this situation continues, even if this accident hadn’t happened this time, it would have happened sooner or later.”

“Sigh!”

Zhigang sighed deeply, “It’s my lack of responsibility. It’s too late to say anything now.”

"It's never too late once you realize it,"

Qiang Hui said. "Today we've basically reached a consensus that the company's expansion has been too rapid, its foundation is insufficient, and it needs to be scaled back. I think this is a remarkable point of view; very few companies proactively scale back, and we've taken the lead, which is innovation."

The board's final resolution was for Zhigang to lead a research team to study the necessity, possibility, and methods of the company's downsizing, ultimately producing a research report for the board to discuss and decide whether to implement.

However, as Lan Hua said at the board meeting, the downsizing of the schools had already irreversibly begun. The Lixiang Neighborhood Migrant Children's School could no longer operate due to the continuous loss of students. After handling the Lixiang School accident, Gui Ling immediately began downsizing other schools. She planned to reduce the number of schools to five and transfer all the others.

Handling the school bus accident had left Gui Ling physically and mentally exhausted, and she was temporarily unable to manage the Neighborhood Association. Fortunately, Cai Mingli and Huang Tingting were already capable of handling things independently, and Wang Weifeng had been transferred back from Guizhou, so she could completely let go.

Zhigang and Guiling had missed several EMBA classes, and if they didn't attend soon, their attendance rate would be too low to graduate, so they started going to class together.

Weiqiang had been busy dealing with a series of incidents at his branch offices in Beijing, Chongqing, and Shandong, and had been traveling extensively. He hadn't seen Guiling since the Spring Festival, and was shocked to see her today. She looked so haggard and thin; her once full breasts had shrunk considerably. He learned from her that something serious had happened at the school. During the break, he took Guiling to his car and they left the campus.

Weiqiang drove to a nearby five-star hotel and booked a room. As soon as he entered the room, he stroked Guiling's body and said, "I'm going to make up for the weight you lost."

Guiling said, "It's good this way, you're even slimmer now."

"No,"

Weiqiang said, "I like you with a taut layer of flesh on your body, not skin and bones. That's the healthy you, the sexy you."

More than a month has passed since the incident, and Guiling has barely been home, unable to sleep well, let alone have any desire for sex. She has no other men besides Weiqiang, and hasn't even had sex with Zhigang in a long time. Now, held firmly in the arms of this strong and refined man, she felt her body gradually warming, and past feelings slowly returning. She remembered that the flower on her body hadn't bloomed in a long time. She sucked on Weiqiang's tongue, smelling the unique scent emanating from him. This scent might smell like sweat or other odors to other men, but to a woman, it was a stimulating hormone. Of all the men Guiling had slept with, only two had this scent: Weiqiang and Zhigang.

Weiqiang was never short of women while traveling for work; he couldn't live without them. The branch manager he trusted would arrange for him to sleep with the best women available locally, such as film actresses and art school students, or at the very least, high-class prostitutes in five-star hotels. But once he returned to Shanghai, aside from his due "duty" to his wife, he didn't want to sleep with any other women; he only wanted Guiling. Even when he couldn't see Guiling, he would restrain himself, saving his passion and energy for when he finally did.

Guiling felt almost the same way. She was a lustful woman, a flower that couldn't live without rain and dew; without a man's nourishment, she would wither. But now, she was willing to wither temporarily, waiting for Weiqiang to nourish her. Zhigang was a thing of the past, and her affair with Li Wenbo was just a fleeting, precious moment in the long river of life.

Guiling kissed every muscle and every corner of Weiqiang's body, finally letting her tongue linger on his hard, thick penis. Weiqiang and she reversed roles; as he kissed his penis, he also kissed her flower. He hadn't admired this flower in a long time; it was clearly lacking in moisture. Stimulated by Weiqiang's tongue, it released a torrent of water, blooming vibrantly.

The moment Weiqiang inserted his jade pillar into the flower, Guiling screamed with pleasure. Her flower tightly enveloped Weiqiang's jade pillar, opening and closing like lips, the climax accompanied by a thunderous roar that seemed to collapse the roof, burying her and Weiqiang in the ruins, turning their bodies to dust, and silently waiting deep within the rubble for thousands of years. Then, the world, like a kaleidoscope, would transform through thousands of years of history, only to be displayed by humanity thousands of years later as gods of lust and fertility, worshipped and worshipped…

Guiling's screams, brimming with life force, pierced the tunnel of thousands of years of time, overwhelming the desires of millennia of humanity…

Sunlight streamed quietly through the window into the room, restoring the luxurious five-star hotel to its original state. When Guiling emerged from her hallucination and opened her eyes again, the man before her, his body pressed against hers, became her entire world.

Meanwhile, in the classroom, Zhigang noticed that Linli had also come to class. She was late, arriving for the second period. Her gaze swept across Zhigang's seat without lingering, seemingly ignoring him completely. But Zhigang knew her gaze was directed at him, a signal that Linli wanted him today.

Zhigang endured until the last class of the afternoon, watching Linli's back as she sat in the front row. He imagined her already undressed, her breasts trembling like soft tofu beneath him, moaning with pleasure… Lost in his fantasies, Zhigang was jolted awake by his vibrating phone. Seeing it was a long-distance call, he buried his head under his desk and answered, “Hello?”

“Brother Zhigang, come save me!”

It was Chun'er's voice.

“What happened?”

Chun'er cried on the phone, sobbing, “I was scammed at a hotel in Hangzhou, my wallet was stolen, please come quickly. Waaah…”

“Okay, okay. Don't worry, I'm coming right away.”

Just then, the bell rang, and Zhigang rushed out of the classroom, started his car, and drove out of the campus towards Hangzhou. He called Linli: "Sister Linli, I'm so sorry, I just got a call and have to go to Hangzhou to rescue someone. I'll apologize to you tomorrow."

"It's alright,"

Linli said calmly. "Go ahead and do your work. Drive carefully."

Chun'er met a handsome guy online. After exchanging photos, they were both satisfied with each other's appearances and agreed to meet in Hangzhou. This afternoon, Chun'er arrived in Hangzhou, and the handsome guy had already booked a room and was waiting for her. Chun'er saw that the handsome guy was even more handsome in person than in the photos, and she couldn't help but feel a surge of desire. The handsome guy was rather thin, but his penis was quite large, and even when erect, it was quite long. She grabbed it with both hands, and a large part of it was still sticking out. She tore open the condom package provided by the hotel and put it on his penis. The condom seemed a little small, and the base of his penis was still sticking out and couldn't be covered. She let his penis enter her already fully bloomed flower, screaming with joy as she enjoyed the handsome guy.

She didn't know his name, and he didn't know hers either; this sense of unfamiliarity only aroused her more. The handsome guy was pounding away while cursing her, "Little bitch, my darling little bitch, I'm having so much fun fucking you."

Chun'er, instead of finding pleasure in this, responded with screams and moans, "Ah! Handsome guy, little hooligan, this little bitch loves it when you fuck me."

Already aroused, Chun'er quickly reached orgasm.

The handsome guy and Chun'er had sex three times. They fell asleep together. When Chun'er woke up, she found no one in bed, and no one in the room either. She noticed her bag was open and became a little scared. She grabbed the bag and found her wallet was gone, and even her phone was missing. Luckily, she remembered Zhigang's phone number, so she used the hotel phone to call him for help.

Zhigang found the hotel at the address Chun'er had given him, knocked on the door, and Chun'er hugged him and cried.

"It's alright, it's alright,"

Zhigang patted Chun'er's back and said, "It's over, don't think about it anymore. Let's go back."

Zhigang went downstairs and checked out. It turned out the handsome guy had only booked a room for four hours, paying a 100 yuan deposit, but now that it was evening, he was being charged for the whole day. If Zhigang hadn't come, Chun'er wouldn't have been able to leave the hotel.

“Never do something like that again.”

After getting in the car, Zhigang scolded Chun’er, “It’s so dangerous. What if someone wanted to kill you?”

Chun’er had already regained her usual composure, giggling and saying, “No way. He can get what he wants from me, what good would it do him to kill me?”

“You,”

Zhigang said angrily, “you’re so immature. I’m really worried you’ll cause me even more trouble.”

“Not much trouble. It’s just a trip to Hangzhou, just treat it as a trip for fun.”

Chun’er had no idea that she had ruined Zhigang and Linli’s good time. They returned to Shanghai late at night, and Zhigang took Chun’er to his apartment.

Daiju no longer lived at Zhigang’s house. After Zhigang and Daiju’s failed attempt last time, Daiju moved back to live with Dailan, coming over once a day to clean Zhigang’s room, and spending the rest of the time helping Dailan clean the migrant workers’ home, without asking for wages.

Zhigang had no choice but to put her back on the employee list.

As soon as Chun'er entered, she lay down on the bed and asked Zhigang, "Brother Zhigang, do you want to have some fun?"

Zhigang replied, "Fun? Go take a shower and wash that man's stuff off."

After showering, Chun'er emerged wearing Zhigang's oversized bathrobe, the sleeves extending far beyond her arms, like the flowing sleeves of a theatrical costume. With a flick of her wrist, she moved gracefully like a fairy, as elegant as Chang'e. The bathrobe had no buttons, only a belt. When Chun'er fastened the belt, it perfectly revealed her full, white breasts. The bodice, like green leaves or heart-shaped lace, accentuated and enveloped her breasts. Zhigang immediately wanted her.

Chun'er's beauty was irresistible. Although Zhigang was angry that she didn't cherish herself and recklessly let men abuse her body, he forgot everything the moment he saw her alluring body. Like a beloved child, no matter how big a mistake she made, as long as she nestled in his arms and acted coquettishly, everything would vanish.

Zhigang gently loosened the knot in the front of his bathrobe. The loosened belt revealed a pristine white slit, exposing Chun'er's voluptuous figure. Her slender body, high breasts, and long legs made even the already familiar Zhigang feel breathless. Zhigang's mouth held two nipples, his hands stroking Chun'er's taut, smooth buttocks, moving from her back to her breasts, kneading them like dough. Chun'er was already panting softly, her voice like a wisp of smoke. Zhigang's tongue finally touched her petals; the delicate flower was already in full bloom, moistened by dew. Zhigang's penis plunged in.

Zhigang had been focused on his night with Linli, his mind filled with images of her vibrant, moist flower, imagining the pleasure of his penis entering her. But Chun'er had shattered his beautiful dream. At this moment, entering Chun'er's younger and more delicate flower, Zhigang felt a different kind of pleasure.

The more delicate the flower, the harder his jade pillar became, and the more pleasure filled the world. Chun'er suddenly reached her peak, tightly wrapping her jade pillar and thrusting desperately. Zhigang then ruthlessly ravaged her delicate flower, and Chun'er cried out in ecstasy, "Ah—Zhigang! Ah—"

Zhigang knew that Chun'er had already been with others several times, and fearing that she couldn't bear it, he didn't persist and released his nectar into her cave. At this moment, Chun'er was still at the peak of pleasure, her eyes slightly closed, her beautiful face somewhat distorted, letting his already ejaculated little brother continue to pound in her flower core.

Chun'er wrapped her slender arms around Zhigang's neck and said, "Brother Zhigang, if you let me do this every day, I won't want anyone else, I'll only want you."

Zhigang laughed, "If you let me do this every day, I won't want anyone else either."

"Really?"

Chun'er's beautiful eyes sparkled as she stared at Zhigang. "You won't want my sister Jing'er either?"

"Yes,"

Zhigang said. "I only want the two of you."

"You're lying."

Chun'er drew circles on Zhigang's chest with her right index finger and said, "You have too many women. Jing'er and I are just two of them."

"Women are different. I can have many women, but I might only have one woman I truly love."

"I know, it's definitely Sister Jing'er."

Chun'er pouted and said, "But you are the man I love most."

When Zhigang woke up in the morning, he looked at his watch and saw it was almost 8 o'clock. He quickly got up. Today was Sunday, and he had to go to class. Chun'er hugged him tightly, refusing to let him get out of bed, saying, "I'm a student and I'm not in a hurry to go to class, what class are you going to attend?" "

It's precisely because I didn't go to university that I cherish the opportunity to study. You don't realize it now, but you'll understand when you're my age." "I won't let you go. " Chun'er grabbed Zhigang's little brother, who was as soft as a rubber band, and said, "I want you to fuck me. " " Okay, Chun'er, don't be naughty. " Zhigang coaxed Chun'er, "I'll come find you again when I have time ." Chun'er pouted and said, "Don't lie to me, you've never come to me on your own initiative." "Really?" Zhigang thought about it and realized it might be true. "Okay, I'll definitely come to you on my own initiative next time, not for anything else, just to fuck you. Okay?" Chun'er then grinned, "Really? You have to keep your word." "I definitely will." Zhigang got dressed, hurriedly washed up, and left without paying attention to Chun'er, who was still lying in bed. Chun'er went back to sleep and didn't wake up until Daiju opened the door and came in. "Who are you? What are you doing here?" Chun'er asked from her bed. Daiju wasn't surprised; she knew Zhigang had many women. Chun'er, covered by the blanket, had a stunningly beautiful face, her large, bright eyes sparkling on her fair and delicate skin. Her beauty rivaled Xiaofang's, but Daiju preferred her lively and pure nature. "I'm Mr. Feng's housekeeper," Daiju replied as she began wiping the table. "You go to sleep; I'll work quietly and won't disturb you." "Mr. Feng's housekeeper is so beautiful?" Chun'er laughed, sitting up as the blanket slipped down to her waist, revealing a pair of full, white, and perfectly proportioned breasts that made Daiju's eyes water. "Has Mr. Feng slept with you?" Chun'er 's blunt question made Daiju's face flush instantly. She already had an apple-shaped face, and this blush made her look even more like an apple. Seeing this, Chun'er chuckled and said, "Blushing proves you've slept with him." Chun'er threw off the covers, got out of bed naked, hugged Daiju's face, kissed her, and said, "I like you like this. My name is Chun'er, what's yours?" "My name is Daiju."

Looking at the pure and lovely Chun'er, Daiju's heart stirred. She felt that Chun'er might be able to deal with Xiaofang and drive her away from Zhigang. She always felt that Xiaofang was terrifying, and if Zhigang wasn't careful, he might suffer because of her.

"Do you know Xiaofang?"

"Who is Xiaofang?"

Daiju told Chun'er everything: how Xiaofang was injured, how Zhihong and Jiafang rescued her, how Guiling brought her to the company, how the two sisters served her, how Xiaofang forced her into prostitution and helped Dali masturbate her, and how Xiaofang slept with Zhigang. Chun'er, her eyebrows furrowed and her almond eyes filled with anger, said, "How could Brother Zhigang like such a wicked person?"

"President Feng might not necessarily like her either. But I'm worried that one day she might harm President Feng, and he'll suffer if he's not careful."

"I'll tell Brother Zhigang to be wary of this person."

Chapter 54 Cracking the Old Maid

Chapter 54 Cracking the Old Maid Sunday's class was held at the company as usual. Zhigang hadn't even eaten breakfast and rushed to a stone production company in Huaxin Town, following the address that had been pre-arranged and printed for each student. He hurried into the meeting room, which served as the classroom, just as the professor began his lecture. He found a seat in the back row and noticed that Linli wasn't there. Knowing that Linli must have an important event that morning, he sent her a text message explaining why he went to Hangzhou to rescue someone last night and expressing his apologies. He thought Linli might not check the text message until noon, but he received a reply shortly afterward: "I understand completely, don't feel guilty. However, I've been transferred to another province and will be taking up my post soon, so I'm afraid we won't be able to meet again before I leave. Until we meet again."

Zhigang was startled and quickly replied: "I must see you before I leave. I'll be there anytime you need me."

Linli quickly replied: "Okay. I'll let you know."

Zhigang suddenly felt a void in his heart. Although he and Linli had known each other for several years, they hadn't seen each other much, as if they had just started a race and were already sprinting towards the finish line. He thought, he couldn't let things end like this with Linli; no matter where she went, he had to find a way to see her.

Han Shuping, who sat in the back row, noticed Zhigang's fluctuating expression as he texted, and quietly asked, "What happened? Can I help?"

The taciturn Han Shuping rarely initiated conversations; in class, she only spoke more with Zhigang because they always sat in the last row.

"Thank you."

Zhigang looked up at Han Shuping's delicate face and said, "This is a personal matter, you can't help with it."

"Really?"

Zhigang's openness made Han Shuping feel closer. "You've broken up?"

"You could say I've broken up."

Zhigang thought of how he felt when he lost Jing'er, and today felt similar. He had always treated Linli as a sexual partner, one of his many women. Although there were feelings involved, it wasn't quite to the point of being a romantic relationship. He never expected that losing her would cause him such heartache. He wanted someone to confide in, but no one seemed suitable.

"Can you talk to me?"

Han Shuping's face showed sympathy. Of course, she wasn't a suitable person to confide in either, but Zhigang could only talk to her now.

"After school this afternoon, talk to me. Okay?"

"Okay."

After class in the afternoon, Zhigang and Shuping each drove away from the stone factory in their own cars. Zhigang found a restaurant in the nearby town and parked his car in front of it. Shuping's car followed and parked as well.

Zhigang entered the lobby and asked the waiter, "Do you have any private rooms?"

The waiter asked, "How many people are in your party?"

"Only two. But please arrange the minimum charge; we need a quiet environment to discuss our business."

The waiter led them to a small room on the second floor that could seat four people. Zhigang asked Shuping, "What would you like to drink?"

"I don't drink."

"Have a drink with me today."

"Then some wine."

After two glasses of wine, Shuping's thin face turned slightly rosy, and her usually serious expression became more lively. Zhigang said, "I've noticed you look even more beautiful after drinking."

"Really? Why?"

"On the surface, it looks like it's because your face is flushed, but actually, it's because you're relaxed that you look more beautiful."

"Maybe. I always feel like I might have a psychological problem."

"That's because you haven't been drinking. After drinking, your psychological problem disappears."

"That's really true. Do you think it's a psychological issue?"

"Maybe a little. But you don't need to see a doctor for this psychological issue; I can cure it."

"You?"

Shuping pursed her lips and said, "You're bragging."

"Tell me, why aren't you married yet?"

"That's simple, I just haven't met the right person."

"I'm afraid it's not that simple. The reason you haven't met the right person is because your mindset has dictated it; even if someone is suitable, you think they're not. By the time you realize it, it's too late."

Shuping looked at Zhigang with some surprise but didn't answer. Zhigang clinked glasses with her again and said, "I've had too much to drink today. I'll ask you a private question, but don't be angry."

"What question? Go ahead and ask."

"I bet you really are still a virgin. Right?"

Shuping looked at Zhigang with surprise again but still didn't answer.

Seeing that she didn't seem bothered by his question despite not answering, Zhigang boldly continued, "Have you ever kissed a man?"

This time, Shuping replied, "Don't you like to guess? Guess."

"I can't guess. There's a big difference between a woman being a virgin and not, but there's no difference between having kissed and not. How can you tell?" "

Although you're not married, I bet you've slept with women a long time ago."

This time it was Zhigang's turn to be surprised. He asked, "How do you know?"

"Just a feeling. Since you're an experienced woman and you guessed I'm a virgin, you shouldn't ask me if I've ever kissed."

"Why?"

"What's the difference between kissing and not sleeping with a man?"

Zhigang thought that made sense. There's a huge difference between kissing and immediately having sex versus kissing and nothing happening. He placed his hand on Shuping's hand, and seeing that she moved slightly and then stopped, he knew she wasn't bothered. He then took her hand in his and stroked it. Her hand was long and fair, as beautiful and sexy as a slender woman's. Zhigang sat down beside her, hugged her, and kissed her. Shuping froze, as if struck by a bullet, unresponsive. Zhigang pressed his tongue against her teeth, parting them to find her tongue inside. Her body came alive, her tongue nimbly entwining with his. Zhigang

realized this woman wasn't inviolable, but craved a man's love. She hugged him tightly, pressing his chest against her firm breasts, closing her eyes, and sucking on his tongue for a long time without moving. Zhigang felt his tongue begin to hurt from the sucking.

When she released her tongue and opened her eyes, he whispered, "You shouldn't have been a virgin long ago."

Shuping closed her eyes again, murmuring, "Who wants to be a spinster forever?"

Zhigang called the waiter for the bill and helped Shuping out of the hotel. Next door was a Jinjiang Inn Express Hotel; he helped Shuping inside.

In the elevator, Zhigang sensed Shuping's nervousness; she clung tightly to him, refusing to let go even after they entered the room. Zhigang kissed her lips, and she sucked on his tongue before relaxing. He began to unbutton her collar, but she grabbed his hand, preventing him from continuing.

"What's wrong? Are you having second thoughts?"

Zhigang asked.

"Turn around."

Zhigang, unsure of her intentions, obediently turned away. She called after him, "Don't turn around!"

Zhigang heard the sound of her undressing. After a while, she said, "Okay, you can turn around now."

Zhigang turned back and saw she was already under the covers. As Zhigang began to undress, Shuping said, "Don't take your clothes off."

Zhigang stopped unbuttoning, somewhat surprised, unsure of her meaning. Shuping turned around, covered her head with the blanket, and said in a muffled voice, "You can start now."

Zhigang found it amusing. After undressing, he tried to pull the blanket up, but couldn't. Shuping used her body to hold the blanket down. He said, "Let me in."

Shuping didn't move, and Zhigang still couldn't pull her in.

He said, "I'm freezing." Shuping then moved slightly, allowing Zhigang to pull back the corner of the blanket and slip inside. Once inside, Zhigang realized Shuping was still wearing her underwear. He had assumed she was already aroused, but he was the one who was. Shuping was still facing away from him. He turned her around; she kept her eyes closed, unsure what to do with her hands under the blanket, afraid to touch him. Zhigang held her stiff body in his arms and said, "Don't be afraid, I won't force you. Just sleep for a while."

Zhigang's penis was already rock hard, pressing against Shuping's body. Shuping tried to pull back, but there was no space. Her hand accidentally touched his penis, and she quickly pulled away as if burned. Zhigang suppressed his urge, took her hand behind his back, and let them hug each other, saying, "Okay. Let's both sleep for a while."

Shuping had drunk quite a bit and soon fell asleep. Zhigang held her, gradually forgetting his desire, and also fell asleep.

When Zhigang woke up, Shuping was still fast asleep, breathing evenly. Zhigang gazed at her sleeping face; the lines of her face, which had been serious and stiff due to her thinness, were now softened by her hair, which outlined her beautiful features. Her slender, light eyebrows connected faintly to her temples. What a beauty. Zhigang thought, such a beautiful woman, still a virgin at thirty-five or thirty-six, what a waste! He felt the body in his arms grow warm and soft, so he quietly unbuttoned her blouse. As he unhooked her bra, Shuping woke up, shyly covering her head with the blanket. Zhigang continued to unhook her bra, gently kissing her two virgin nipples. Shuping felt a surge of heat from the kisses, her body becoming even more supple. When Zhigang reached the point where her legs met, she clamped them tightly together, refusing to let him in. Zhigang grew impatient, prying her thighs open with both hands, his tongue licking the center of her vulva.

In the darkness, Zhigang couldn't see, but he knew the hymen blocked his tongue, so he gently licked the labia, allowing them to open slowly. Zhigang poked his head out from under the covers, letting the jade pillar gently lick her clitoris, and said to Shuping, "It might hurt a little, but it's okay, it'll stop after a while."

He had already taken two virgins and was experienced. He slowly pushed the jade pillar towards her clitoris, and Shuping cried out in pain, "Ah!" But

he didn't stop. He knew he had to overcome her pain to succeed. When the jade pillar couldn't go any further, he suddenly exerted force, and with a "plop," Shuping cried out

in pain again, and the jade pillar went in. Once inside, Shuping's pain lessened. Zhigang let the jade pillar pause for a moment in the cave where she was seeing light for the first time, then slowly moved it, and seeing that Shuping was no longer in pain, he began to thrust back and forth.

Actually, Zhigang didn't like having sex with virgins. He couldn't bear to use too much force and hurt her, so he had to suppress his urges, feeling very restrained throughout the process, experiencing no pleasure whatsoever. But this was the beginning of boundless joy to come, and patience was necessary.

Shuping felt pleasure like ripples spreading across a calm lake in a gentle breeze. The breeze gradually grew stronger, and the ripples expanded in concentric circles, finally reaching her core, which became the source of pleasure, radiating to every cell in her body. This was unprecedented pleasure, a sweetness she had never tasted before, the ultimate enjoyment in life. It seemed that all the hardships of so many years of struggle were worth exchanging for these waves of happiness.

Zhigang lingered in her core for half an hour, knowing she wouldn't climax, and knowing that her delicate flower, being violated for the first time, couldn't withstand prolonged friction, so he released his essence inside.

Shuping happily buried her face in Zhigang's chest, licking his chest hair with her tongue. Zhigang lifted her face and kissed her lips. Shuping said softly, "I know what pleasure is, but I didn't know it could be this good."

Zhigang said, "Do you regret not having sex with a man sooner?"

Shuping said, "It's not regret. I didn't want to be a virgin anymore, but no man came to me. If you had come to me ten years ago, I would have given myself to you too."

"That's because your beauty, purity, and temperament have intimidated men, making them afraid to approach you. They treat you like a goddess."

"Yes. I don't want men to treat me like a goddess, I only want them to treat me like a woman."

Zhigang held Shuping's warm breasts in his arms, and his little brother unconsciously became hard again. Shuping touched it with her hand, then grabbed it, and said, "Why are you hard again?"

Zhigang said, "It wants to go in again, will you let me in?"

"If you want to come in, then come in. Anyway, I've already let you in."

"Can you take it?"

"I don't know. Let's try."

Zhigang went in again. But he was still worried that she couldn't take it, so he didn't dare to force her and quickly ejaculated inside.

Zhigang woke up in the morning, but Shuping was still asleep. Zhigang didn't dare enter her again, only kissing her breasts and other parts of her body. She woke up, hugged Zhigang, and kissed him. She felt her body heat up; the feeling of last night's

passion was still fresh in her memory. She wanted it, grasped Zhigang's hard penis, and tried to push it into her. As soon as Zhigang entered, she began to moan, moaning like a woman who had experienced countless sexual pleasures. Shuping's moans encouraged Zhigang, allowing him to confidently loosen the reins and gallop the horse wildly. The iron hooves trampled the woman's body beneath him, almost crushing her. The woman, increasingly excited by the horse's hooves, even began to sing loudly. Her first orgasm came suddenly, filling her with ecstasy. Zhigang, at the same time, also let his nectar nourish her tender and beautiful flower once more.

Zhigang said, "I didn't expect you to orgasm so quickly. Many women need many attempts to reach orgasm."

Shuping said happily and shyly, "Thank you for letting me know that life can have such wonderful enjoyment."

They went downstairs for breakfast and then reluctantly parted ways.

It was almost 10 a.m. when Zhichun saw Zhigang walk into the office. She followed him in and said, "Zhigang, the police station called. Someone reported that the neighboring village's migrant workers' home is using rental properties as a front for prostitution. They're coming to inspect tomorrow."

Zhigang asked, "Are they talking about the area that Dapeng contracted?"

"Probably."

"Who reported it? How does he know so much?"

"Exactly. I suspect someone inside the company leaked it."

"They can't find us. We signed a contract with Dapeng to rent the rooms to him. As for who he rents to and what he uses them for, that's not our responsibility. But you should still tell Dapeng to be careful these next few days."

Zhigang had a bad feeling, as if a dark hand was working against him.

Just as Zhichun was about to leave, Zhigang called her back: "Zhichun, is Zheng Ting living with you now?"

Zhichun blushed and weakly explained, "Lixiang School closed down, so he has nowhere to live."

Zhigang said, "You two should get married."

Zhichun's eyes widened, and she said, "Marry? He hasn't even gotten half of his diploma yet."

"Silly sister,"

Zhigang said with a smile, "I already believe him, there's no need to fulfill the agreement anymore. Besides, you're already living together, what good would my objection do?"

Zhichun blushed and smiled. Zhigang then asked, "How's Xiaoyong doing lately?"

"Not bad. Zheng Ting transferred him to another school nearby, and he picks him up and drops him off by bike every day."

"That's good. But you can't let your guard down, this kid is a bit different. I'll take him to see a psychologist when I have time."

Little did they know, Xiaoyong had already become a seasoned prostitute, but with Xiaofang taking him, he got to prostitutes for free. Last Saturday morning, Zheng Ting sent Xiaoyong to Dali, leaving Xiaofang alone and keeping Xiaoyong behind.

Xiaoyong and Xiaofang had now become old lovers. As soon as Zheng Ting left, Xiaoyong couldn't wait to undress Xiaofang, who let him spread her legs and insert his small, stick-like penis into her vagina, then continued his assault. In terms of age, Xiaofang was only four or five years older than Xiaoyong, but in terms of mind and body, Xiaofang was an adult, while Xiaoyong was still a child. Xiaofang was already used to having sex with Xiaoyong and enjoyed the sensation of his penis swaying and thrusting inside her. She held the body of this boy, who was even smaller than her, and freely let her labia tightly envelop his penis, thrusting against each other, and she could also reach orgasm. When the orgasm came, she felt as if she wanted to devour Xiaoyong, making him thrust incessantly until he also ejaculated.

After getting dressed, Xiaofang took Xiaoyong to the Wave KTV. At this time, the KTV was not yet open, so Xiaofang took Xiaoyong directly to the rented room where the girls lived. Most of the girls, who mainly engaged in nightlife, had not yet gotten up. When they saw Xiaoyong arrive, they took turns letting him have sex with them. These girls certainly did not lack men, and they did not care how many times Xiaoyong's penis pierced their vaginas; they were just looking for fun. A dozen or so prostitutes lived in a three-bedroom apartment. Xiao Yong would take turns poking each one, not ejaculating in every single one, just for fun. Whichever prostitute he ejaculated in was considered a "lucky winner," and she'd treat him to lunch. Xiao Yong would drink a toast with the lucky prostitute, calling her "wife," and she would call him "little husband."

Every Saturday, Xiao Yong would go to see his father, but actually, he was going to visit the prostitutes. His penis was happy, but his essence was drained by the prostitutes' vaginas, and he grew thinner and thinner. Zhi Chun thought he was growing, so she tried her best to feed him well. He ate a lot, but he just couldn't gain weight or grow taller; he was practically skin and bones, his ribs clearly visible. Xiao Yong's sleep became increasingly restless at night, often having nightmares that woke Zhi Chun and Zheng Ting, who slept in the inner room. He also suffered from night sweats, his underwear soaked with sweat every morning.

Zheng Ting found it strange and thought there might be something wrong, so he took Xiao Yong to the hospital. The doctor was also unsure of the cause, only saying it was malnutrition and weakness, and advised him to go home and strengthen his exercise and nutrition.

After Lixiang School closed, Zheng Tong transferred to another school, which required him to get up very early every morning and take two buses to get there. Tong Yan approached Zheng Ting several times, asking him to transfer Zheng Tong to the same school as Xiao Yong. Although it was farther than Lixiang School, it was much closer than the current school, and besides, Xiao Yong could keep him company. He also felt more at ease knowing that Zheng Ting and Zhi Chun would be looking after the child. Since discovering Tong Yan and Xiao Yong's affair, Zheng Ting had been distancing himself from Tong Yan, and Tong Yan wouldn't listen to his explanations. However, he had already taken Zheng Tong as his godson, so he couldn't refuse to help.

After Zheng Tong transferred, Zheng Ting picked up both children every day, one sitting on the front crossbar and the other on the back of his bicycle. After school, Tong Yan would come to pick him up on his electric bike if he had time, otherwise he would tell Zheng Tong to walk home. There's no public transportation on this route, and it takes the child over an hour to walk home. Zheng Ting would bike him home if he had time, but he was busy and couldn't do it often. Sometimes it was late or Tong Yan wasn't available, so he'd simply tell Zheng Tong not to go home and to sleep in the same bed with Xiao Yong, then go to school together in the morning.

On Friday afternoon, Tong Yan called Zheng Ting, saying he had to work late and Zheng Tong wouldn't have dinner when he got home, so he asked him to eat at Zheng Ting's place and then have Zheng Ting take him home. After dinner, Zheng Ting biked Zheng Tong home, but Tong Yan hadn't returned yet. He told Zheng Tong to do his homework and go to bed afterward. Tong Yan didn't return until after 10 pm.

As soon as she entered, she slumped onto the sofa, pale and sweating profusely. Zheng Ting asked, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Tong Yan shook her head weakly, leaned back for a while, and then whispered, "It's nothing. I'll be fine after a rest."

Zheng Ting looked at her worriedly. She closed her eyes and leaned back, breathing rapidly, her chest rising and falling with each breath, as if she couldn't breathe.

“Let me take you to the hospital to get checked out,”

Zheng Ting said.

“No need.”

Seeing that Tong Yan was having difficulty speaking, he stopped talking and let her rest. About half an hour later, a slight blush appeared on Tong Yan’s pale face. She opened her eyes, still weak, but much more energetic.

“I’m better. You can go back now.”

Zheng Ting was worried and asked, “Are you really better?”

“I’m really better. I’m used to this. I worked more than ten hours today, I’m exhausted. You go ahead, I need to take a shower and rest, I’ll recover after a nap.”

“I’ll wait for you to shower before I leave. Seeing you like this, I’m afraid you’ll faint in the bathroom.”

A blush crossed Tong Yan’s face, and Zheng Ting realized this and felt embarrassed. If she fainted in the bathroom, he would definitely go in, and what would he see?

Zheng Ting helped Tong Yan into the bathroom, then closed the door. He heard the sound of running water from the tap, and the gas water heater in the kitchen clicked to ignite, followed by the sound of the flame lighting up.

The sound of running water continued for a long time. Zheng Ting pictured Tong Yan showering naked in his mind, and his penis involuntarily hardened. Suddenly, he heard a "thud" from the bathroom, like someone had fallen, followed by a "splash," like a basin hitting the floor. Zheng Ting jumped up from the sofa, ran to the bathroom door, and asked, "Tong Yan, what's wrong?"

There was no answer from inside. Zheng Ting pushed open the door and found Tong Yan lying unconscious on the floor, the showerhead still spraying water on her. Zheng Ting turned off the shower, picked Tong Yan up, carried her out of the bathroom, and put her on the bed in the bedroom. He used a towel to dry Tong Yan and covered her with a blanket. Zheng Ting had learned first aid while training the security captain, and this came in handy. He pressed Tong Yan's philtrum firmly with his thumb, and after a while, Tong Yan slowly woke up, opening her eyes and looking at Zheng Ting hazily.

"You scared me to death,"

Zheng Ting said. "Let's go to the hospital now."

"I can't move right now. Let me lie down for a while."

Tong Yan lay down for a while, her complexion became rosier, and her eyes became brighter. She looked at Zheng Ting and said, "Thank you."

Zheng Ting said, "Don't thank me. It would have been so dangerous if I hadn't been there today."

Tong Yan smiled calmly and said, "What danger? At worst, I'll just die, and that'll be the end of it."

"Nonsense. What will happen to your son if you die?"

Tong Yan said, "Isn't he still your godfather?"

"Oh, you want him to recognize me as his godfather? You have this intention? I shouldn't have done it."

Tong Yan felt that she had recovered, so she sat up. The blanket slipped down, revealing a pair of large, white breasts. She quickly pulled the blanket back up. Remembering that Zheng Ting had carried her in naked, she couldn't help but blush, her face turning red all the way to her ears. Zheng Ting's face also turned red. He said, "I should go."

"Don't go."

Tong Yan threw off the covers, got up, hugged Zheng Ting, and kissed him. Zheng Ting, panting heavily, sucked on her tongue, his penis hard again. Tong Yan felt his penis against her lower body, so she unzipped Zheng Ting's pants, grabbed it, and bent down to suck on it.

Zheng Ting endured the pleasure of his penis and said, "You can't do it, what if you faint again?"

"Don't worry,"

Tong Yan said, releasing his penis, "I won't faint."

"Was your fainting just now fake?"

Tong Yan glared at Zheng Ting with her big eyes: "Would a fake be so real? Besides, do you think I'm that cunning?"

Zheng Ting knew her fainting was definitely not fake, but he didn't know she did it intentionally. She was indeed very tired and weak, so she deliberately left the hot water running for a long time, and then she fainted as she wished.

Zheng Ting was still a little worried, saying, "Since you really fainted, can you still do this?"

Tong Yan's eyes glistened with tears as she said, "You have no idea. Having sex with a man right now is like giving me a shot of adrenaline; all my ailments will be cured."

Zheng Ting wasn't exactly a gentleman to begin with, and with such a beautiful and sexy woman naked before him, he couldn't resist. He picked Tong Yan up and carried her back to bed. Her flower was already quietly blooming with longing. Zheng Ting knew no foreplay was needed, so he inserted his thick jade pillar deep into her flower.

The moment his jade pillar entered, Tong Yan began to scream and moan rapidly, writhing and twisting. Zheng Ting knew that she, so thirsty, would soon reach orgasm. Still worried that her body couldn't handle it, he didn't dare to go on for too long, so he quickened the pace, releasing his pent-up desire as Tong Yan's orgasm surged forth, both of them submerged in the wave.

After Zheng Ting's deep penetration, Tong Yan indeed seemed to have received a shot of adrenaline; her face was rosy, and she was full of energy, showing no trace of her previous weakness.

Chapter 55 Corporate Downsizing

Chapter 55 Corporate Downsizing Xiao Yong's secret was discovered by Zheng Tong.

Sometimes Zheng Tong would sleep at Xiao Yong's house at night, sharing a blanket with him. He was often woken up by Xiao Yong in the middle of the night. Xiao Yong would hug him tightly in his sleep, his penis hard and poking at him, talking in his sleep, saying things like, "Sister Xiao Fang, I want to fuck you again," and "Sister Xiao Yan, your vagina is so big," etc. Zheng Tong didn't understand, and children are sleepy, so he would fall asleep again after a while.

One time, Tong Yan worked overtime on Saturday, so Zheng Tong didn't go home on Friday. On Saturday morning, Zheng Ting took Xiao Yong to Dali's place. Because they lived nearby, Dali and Zhichun were only one row apart, so Zheng Tong went over to play. He saw that Sister Xiao Fang and Xiao Yong were both naked, and Xiao Yong's penis was inserted into a hole in Xiao Fang's body. Xiao Fang was screaming and hugging Xiao Yong, doing something up and down. After they separated, Xiao Fang told Zheng Tong to have sex with her too, and she took Zheng Tong's penis into her mouth and made it hard. But Zheng Tong knew nothing. Even when his penis was erect, he didn't know what to do. Xiao Fang put it inside his vagina, but he didn't feel anything. Xiao Fang, bored, let him go, telling him not to tell anyone before he left.

Zheng Tong only told his mother when he got home, and his mother also told him not to tell anyone.

When she saw Zheng Ting, Tong Yan asked him, "You send Xiao Yong to his father's every Saturday, right?"

"Yes."

Zheng Ting was puzzled by her question.

"Dali plays mahjong and doesn't care about Xiao Yong at all. It's always Xiao Fang who takes Xiao Yong to play."

"I know."

"What do you know? Xiao Fang is a pretty girl. Wouldn't she and Xiao Yong do that?"

"Would she?"

Zheng Ting wasn't sure, but he didn't want to believe it could happen.

"Zheng Ting, you have to keep an eye on Xiao Yong. That kid is too bold. I really didn't seduce him at all; he forced himself on me, almost like a slut. He won't let Xiao Fang off the hook." Zheng Ting

thought about how Xiao Yong had been weak lately, sweating at night, and the hospital couldn't find anything wrong. Could it be related to Xiao Fang? If she frequently had sex with Xiaoyong, draining his essence, he would probably be in his current state.

Xiaofang got promoted again at the company. Zhigang needed a secretary to handle document organization and drafting, answer phone calls and visitors, accompany him to client visits, negotiate or handle affairs on his behalf, etc. Zhigang had never had a secretary, nor did he want one, finding it inconvenient to have someone with him everywhere. However, the board decided to assign him a secretary, and Guiling recommended Xiaofang. Zhigang felt Xiaofang was suitable for the job in both appearance and ability, so he agreed.

Zhigang's secretary had access to the company's most core matters, holding a higher position than Director Qian of the office. Xiaofang would review all documents intended for Zhigang, selecting the most important ones; all documents approved by Zhigang would also be distributed to lower levels through Xiaofang. Upon taking office, Xiaofang organized and archived all the contracts in Zhigang's filing cabinet; these were all valid contracts.

The company was currently facing a shortage of funds. The aftermath of the school bus accident cost a lot of money, and even after downsizing the migrant workers' children's school, the financial situation in this area didn't improve. The winery in Lanhua had a large amount of capital tied up, partly in inventory and partly invested in a winery in Maotai Town. This capital was secured by loans from migrant workers' homes, and the loan term was about to expire, requiring bridging loans to repay the loans and then refinance. This accident seemed to have exposed the company's hidden problems. Again, Qianghui guaranteed a large enterprise to lend Zhigang the money, agreeing to a one-month loan.

After repaying the loan, Zhigang instructed Xiaofang to keep a close eye on the finance department and expedite the loan application process, but the month was almost up, and the loan still hadn't been approved.

Zhigang panicked, resorting to all sorts of tricks, from drinking and partying to gambling, but the bank ultimately concluded that the neighboring migrant workers' homes didn't meet the qualifications and value for a mortgage loan and wouldn't grant the loan.

With the one-month deadline approaching, unable to repay the tens of millions of yuan borrowed, the neighboring migrant workers' homes would become someone else's property. Moreover, this wasn't enough to offset the debt; the funds from the neighboring village's winery had to be withdrawn. The migrant workers' homes were all rented; they'd used connections to secure loans, using their annual business volume as collateral, to obtain tens of millions in loans, so their intrinsic value wasn't actually that high. However, the company had cooperated with this bank for many years, and each year when it was time to repay the loan, they'd quickly refinanced it. Why couldn't they do it this time?

Xiaofang said, "The bank's explanation is that the central bank raised the reserve requirement ratio, tightening credit. Now it's all inflow but no outflow; those who have repaid their loans can hardly get new loans."

"But why didn't the bank explain this clearly beforehand? They confidently said they could quickly refinance. Isn't that deceiving people?"

Zhigang was powerless. The first project he and Lanhua had built their business on, the neighboring village's migrant workers' homes, had become someone else's company in the blink of an eye.

Zhigang felt he couldn't explain this to the board of directors, so he drafted a resignation letter and sent it to Qianghui via email. Just after sending the letter, Zhigang received a text message from Linli, telling him to go to Sister Wu's house immediately.

Zhigang immediately drove to Sister Wu's house. Linli was chatting with Sister Wu on the sofa in the living room. Linli was dressed in a white top and skirt, looking as beautiful as an angel, pure as snow. When Sister Wu saw Zhigang arrive, she immediately withdrew. Zhigang sat on the sofa, looking into Linli's beautiful and gentle eyes, and said, "I bet you're not wearing any underwear today."

Linli playfully tilted her head and smiled, saying, "Why don't you prove it?"

Zhigang hugged Linli and kissed her, his hands tracing up her thighs, the smooth skin leading to her vulva without any resistance. He buried his face under her skirt, his tongue lightly licking the blooming petals, cleaning away the dew, only for new dewdrops to condense on the petals again. He then kissed his way up her pubic hair and lower abdomen, pushing her skirt and top off over his head. He kissed her white, full breasts, gently kneading them with his hands, then lightly kissed the two swollen nipples, continuing until he reached her warm, moist red lips, searching for her round, lively tongue inside.

At the same time, his jade stem had naturally entered her flower core. Linli's kissing tongue paused for a moment, then she let out a soft, gentle moan, sometimes long, sometimes short, sometimes high, sometimes low, captivating and mesmerizing. Zhigang felt that the passage to her flower core was Linli's entire body; he wanted to constantly possess it, to let his entire flesh and life move deeper and deeper into that passage.

Her labia, like a small hand, gripped his jade stem, sometimes loosening, sometimes tightening. Zhigang felt as if he were gripping his own heart; with each grip, his heart trembled, and his body shook. The rhythm of her labia was constantly increasing, and Zhigang also increased the rhythm of his thrusts. Linli suddenly

cried out, "Ah—!" letting go completely. Zhigang's jade stem brutally and even more intensely pounded her petals, letting the nectar pour into the depths of her flower core.

Linli, whose orgasm had not yet completely subsided, was all white with a rosy glow. Her delicate, round face was as radiant as a rose, her eyes sparkling, full of charm, and her beauty beyond compare.

Linli had already taken up her post in another province, and before leaving Shanghai, she hadn't had time to see Zhigang. She was only back to handle some matters that hadn't been fully handed over, so she could only stay briefly before leaving again. Hearing this, Zhigang pressed his face against her soft, warm breasts, tears streaming down his face, dripping onto them. Linli wiped away his tears with her gentle hands, saying, "We're not far apart. If you want to see me, it's only a six-hour drive, and now with the high-speed train, it only takes three or four hours. Perhaps even more often than in Shanghai."

Linli put on her bra, lingerie, and underwear, not wearing the white dress, but a formal suit. A completely different image emerged: a beautiful, capable, mature, and elegant senior female cadre. Zhigang and Sister Wu saw Linli off to her car. Linli started the car and said to them, "Come visit me as soon as possible. You can form a group to inspect the place; I'll host you under the guise of investment promotion."

"Okay,"

Sister Wu said, "We'll arrange it quickly."

Zhigang put his arm around Sister Wu and returned to the living room. Sister Wu asked, "You've fallen for her? You can't bear to leave her, right?"

Zhigang said, "Actually, I know I'm not far from her, and it's easy to see her. It's just that I'm a little sad."

"Zhigang, you're making me a little jealous. Normally, there's no need to be jealous of our relationship, but I am."

Zhigang looked down at Sister Wu's exposed breast and asked, "Sister Wu, how long has it been since we had sex?"

"A long time,"

Sister Wu said, "This flower hasn't bloomed for you in a long time."

"Let it bloom now."

At the board meeting chaired by Qiang Hui, all the directors disagreed with Zhigang's resignation.

Lan Hua said, "If you resign, I'll resign too."

Yu Qin said, "These companies were all founded by you; no one can replace you."

Gui Ling said, "Yes, who can take your place?"

Qiang Hui said, "Okay, this matter is settled. Those with differing opinions will resign. Zhi Gang, you can't resign either. There are still many things to handle, even if you're no longer the general manager, you'll still need to manage them."

Yu Qin said, "I think this loan is a bit suspicious. Given our relationship with the bank, and the way the bank manager and staff work, they wouldn't intentionally lie to us by saying we can get another loan immediately after repaying the first. If they can't get a loan, they would have made that clear beforehand."

Qiang Hui asked Zhi Gang, "Who was in charge of this loan rollover?"

"The finance department handled the specific operations, and Xiao Fang was responsible for supervision and public relations."

“This public relations effort was a complete failure,”

Yuqin said. “Otherwise, even if we couldn’t get the loan, we would have had time to think of other solutions.”

Guiling said, “Xiaofang is new to Zhigang’s position as secretary; she’s too young and inexperienced. We can’t blame her entirely.”

Zhigang said, “The responsibility should still be mine. Xiaofang lacks experience, and it was inappropriate for me to let her take full responsibility for this, especially since I didn’t provide timely guidance. It really can’t be blamed on Xiaofang.”

Qianghui said, “Let’s not discuss this matter anymore. Now we’re studying the company’s austerity measures. Zhigang and his team’s research report is out; you’ve all seen it. Things are developing faster than we anticipated; we haven’t made a decision yet.” "Whether or not to tighten our belts, first the school, and now the migrant workers' home, has already started forcing us to do so. It seems the board of directors has no choice but to approve this austerity plan. Now the question isn't whether to tighten our belts, but how to tighten them,"

said Lan Hua. "The winery's funds have been withdrawn to repay loans, so it also has to downsize. Currently, only the catering company and the neighboring village's clubhouse are relatively normal."

Zhi Gang said, "According to our research plan, the catering company also needs to downsize, because its current scale makes it difficult to ensure effective monitoring, which makes it difficult to guarantee service quality and is detrimental to brand development."

The board of directors approved the company's austerity plan. In Qiang Hui's words, pulling back the fist is to make the punch more powerful.

However, everyone underestimated Xiao Fang. This loan transfer failed not because she lacked experience, but because she did it intentionally.

In her communication with bank loan officer Huang Haichao, Xiao Fang intentionally or unintentionally revealed to him that the neighboring village's migrant workers' homehouse was not large in scale or turnover, and its business was unstable, not enough to secure a loan of tens of millions, and that the risk would be very high if it were loaned. Huang Haichao ignored her hints, or rather, he understood but deliberately disregarded them, because he had been cooperating with the neighboring village company for many years, and the two sides had established a foundation of mutual trust.

Xiao Fang thought of Wang Weidong, the branch manager of this bank. Once, Zhigang invited Manager Wang to dinner, and Xiao Fang also attended, exchanging business cards with Wang Weidong. She took out the business card and dialed Wang Weidong's mobile phone.

"Hello, Manager Wang? Hello. I am Mo Qunfang, the secretary of General Manager Feng Zhigang of the neighboring village company."

"Hello, hello."

Manager Wang remembered Zhigang, the beautiful female secretary he had met once, who had left a very deep impression on him at the time.

"President Wang, I'm calling you today for both business and personal reasons. Business is that Mr. Feng entrusted me to finalize that loan. I'm a newbie and unsure of myself, so I wanted to meet with you for advice. Personally, I'm facing some difficulties in my career and studies, and I'd like your guidance and clarification. Therefore, I'd like to invite you for tea. I hope you can spare some of your valuable time, and for Mr. Feng's sake, grant me the honor."

Xiaofang's carefully crafted invitation was cleverly worded. She knew that these powerful bank presidents were wary of pretty girls, so she first used the business excuse to ease his suspicions. However, if it were entirely business, it would be impolite for Feng Zhigang not to appear, so she added a touch of privacy, piquing the interest of this middle-aged man who liked to act as a mentor to young women, and even making him less inclined to want Feng Zhigang to appear.

"What is Mr. Feng busy with?"

the other party indeed asked, mentioning Feng Zhigang.

“General Manager Feng is away on a business trip. Before he left, he specifically told me to finalize the loan as soon as possible, but I’m really unsure. President Wang, I haven’t been working long, and I’m far from home with no relatives or friends. I have many questions and would like to receive guidance from an expert. You must help me.”

President Wang hesitated for a moment and said, “Alright, let’s meet for tea. But I’ll treat you; how can I let a young girl pay?”

“It’s alright, President Wang, General Manager Feng will reimburse me.”

They agreed to meet at the Aegean Sea Leisure Center. This was one of the most upscale leisure venues. Xiao Fang went into the women’s section, took a shower, put on a bathrobe, and went up to the second-floor lounge area. President Wang had already ordered a cup of Longjing tea and was waiting for her.

All the guests were dressed the same, and these striped yukatas made them look like prisoners, yet Xiaofang still looked radiant in them. Her breasts were fully developed, no longer the budding shoots of youth, but full and firm beneath the loose yukata, bouncing with each step she took. She was tall, and one could imagine how slender her waist must be hidden beneath the yukata. As Xiaofang approached, President Wang's gaze trembled along with the swaying of her breasts.

"You've been here for a while?"

Xiaofang smiled sweetly and sat down opposite President Wang.

"Just arrived," President Wang said.

"What kind of tea would you like?"

"**Tea, please," President Wang

called the waiter and ordered a cup of **tea.

They didn't discuss the loan. The reason for the date was usually just a reason; once the purpose of the date was achieved, its mission was complete. They chatted casually about everything under the sun, and President Wang's gaze repeatedly tried to pierce through Xiaofang's neckline. Unfortunately, the yukatas in the bathhouse had high necklines, revealing only a section of the neck.

Xiaofang had already read Wang's gaze. She smiled and asked, "Wang, shall we go to the third floor for some fun?"

"Okay,"

Wang readily agreed.

There were private rooms on the third floor. A waiter led Xiaofang and Wang inside, made them two cups of tea, served two plates of fruit, and then closed the door and left. Xiaofang hugged Wang, pressing her full breasts against his chest, her hands caressing his buttocks.

The bank manager was an expert; his hands had already reached Xiaofang's buttocks, slipping under the hem of her yukata to caress her back, then down to her armpits and finally to her soft yet firm breasts. His penis was already erect, and Xiaofang grasped it, stroking it with both hands, arousing him greatly.

The bank manager pulled down Xiaofang's large bathhouse shorts and touched her blooming flower. The thick labia writhed under his gentle caresses, their juices wetting his hands. He thrust his penis deep into her flower, beginning to explore the depths of this young girl's body.

Xiao Fang's tight labia brought endless pleasure to the seasoned bank manager; he had never encountered such a perfectly balanced tightness. He quickly released his nectar, but Xiao Fang hadn't yet reached orgasm.

"Did you just have sex recently?"

the manager asked Xiao Fang.

"What do you think?"

Xiao Fang smiled mysteriously and countered.

"It doesn't seem like it. The tightness inside you isn't like a virgin's. A virgin is just tight, nothing else, but you're perfectly balanced. This is a rare find."

"You know your stuff,"

Xiao Fang said. "Any man who's been with me won't want to be with another woman."

"Really. I believe you,"

the manager nodded repeatedly in agreement.

"Want to do it again?"

Xiao Fang asked; she hadn't reached orgasm yet, but she did want it.

The manager entered Xiao Fang's cave again, feeling not only the labia perfectly balanced with his penis, but also something deep inside teasing the head of his penis. He thought it was probably the flesh inside her flower, also tightly enveloping the head and constantly squeezing it. He thrust deep inside, repeatedly pounding until Xiaofang reached orgasm. She screamed, arching her back to let his penis penetrate to the very bottom, gushing out fluid like a squid.

Facing the satisfied bank manager on top of her, Xiaofang said what she had wanted to say all day: "Manager, you need to make sure the neighboring village company can't get its loan."

"What?"

The bank manager was surprised. "Why?"

"Don't ask why. If you still want to sleep with me, do as I say."

The bank manager looked at the beautiful face beneath him and suddenly shivered.

The loan application process had been proceeding according to procedure, and Xiaofang knew exactly where it was. She noticed that Huang Haichao showed no sign of stopping, so she subtly asked him, "Mr. Huang, will there be any problems with our loan?"

"No,"

Huang Haichao said confidently. "We're old friends, there can't be any problems. Don't worry."

Xiaofang understood that the bank manager wasn't doing what she asked. After all, they were long-time clients, and the bank needed these reliable clients; the risk was much lower than developing a new one. It seems that President Wang chose the former—bank business, old friend's affection, and her body—over the latter. This was also within Xiao Fang's expectations; the president certainly wouldn't lack women, and although Xiao Fang possessed a beauty that was exceptionally alluring to men, her charm wasn't infallible. She had follow-up methods.

Xiao Fang barged directly into President Wang Weidong's office, where Huang Haichao was reporting to him. Seeing Xiao Fang enter, President Wang said businesslike, "Xiao Fang, what's up? Is it about the loan? Huang is here too."

Xiao Fang said expressionlessly, "It's not about the loan. I want to talk to you alone."

Huang Haichao tactfully left. Wang Weidong said casually, "Alright, go ahead."

"I won't say anything, I want you to hear something."

Xiao Fang took out her phone and played a recording—intimate conversations between Wang Weidong and her during sex. Wang Weidong instantly felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, trembling all over. He quickly said, "Turn it off. Turn it off now!"

and reached for the phone to turn it off himself.

Xiao Fang calmly turned off the recording. Wang Weidong glanced around at the corners of the walls and the ceiling, then subconsciously checked under the table. He said with lingering fear, "There might be a listening device here."

Xiaofang smiled and said, "Do you remember what I told you?"

Wang Weidong stared at her blankly, a chill running down his spine as he recalled the day they had made love, him naked and on top of her. He shuddered again. After a long pause, he said, "I remember."

"Good that you remember."

Xiaofang stood up with a cold smile and turned to leave.

The next day, Huang Haichao apologetically informed Xiaofang that the loan had been frozen. With only a week left before Zhigang was to repay the loan to the company, he had lost any chance to recover.

Dali lost again gambling.

Two relatives, seemingly district officials, came to the mahjong parlor. They also liked to play mahjong but complained that the game was too small. Even with the owner himself playing, they were still short one player. The boss knew Dali was good at mahjong, so he called to him, "Dali, why don't you play with those two leaders?"

Dali said, "I'm playing right now."

The boss said, "There are a lot of people who want to play your little mahjong game. Why don't you ask someone else to switch places?"

Dali said, "Why don't you ask someone else to play with you?"

"No. They play terribly, it's no fun. You play."

"But I don't have any money

with me." "I'll lend you some, you can pay me back whenever you want."

Dali was tempted. He already found the mahjong games in the card room too boring, and today's exciting offer made it hard for him not to be tempted. Just as he was hesitating, someone pushed him aside and said, "I've been watching all this time, just let me play, they're waiting for you over there."

Dali had no choice but to go and play mahjong with his boss's relatives. They weren't betting too high; a normal hand would result in a win or loss of a little over a hundred yuan, which Dali felt was just right. Betting too high would make him nervous. He started by winning several hands in a row, including a hand worth over three hundred yuan, winning a maximum of over three thousand yuan. After lunch, he continued playing. Mahjong is all about luck and chance; his luck was good in the morning, but it changed immediately after lunch. He still won the first hand, but then didn't play a single hand for a long time. Occasionally he would play a hand, then again, he wouldn't play. He watched as all the three thousand yuan he had won was gone, and the two thousand yuan he borrowed from his boss was also lost. He started accumulating debt, and it kept piling up. By dinner time, he owed over five thousand yuan.

Gamblers often have this mentality: they think they can win as much as they lose, and if they lose, they have to keep playing, otherwise, it's all for nothing. Luck can change at any time. After dinner, Dali decided to continue playing. He thought that if his luck had turned bad after lunch, it would surely turn around after dinner; it couldn't stay bad forever.

After dinner, his luck did improve, and he managed to recover some of his losses, reducing his debt to a little over three thousand. But then his luck turned bad again, and his debt ballooned to over eight thousand. They played from morning until almost dawn, saying they couldn't take it anymore, and finally stopped. Adding the two thousand he borrowed from the mahjong parlor owner, Dali's debt reached ten thousand.

Dali was single now, and his income under Dapeng was decent; he could afford to lose ten thousand, but it still hurt him deeply. Back in his dormitory, he realized he might have been cheated by the mahjong parlor owner; he and his two relatives had conspired to win his money. That evening, Xiaofang came over, and after hearing his story, she was certain he'd been tricked. The owner said his two relatives were district officials, but would officials dare play such high-stakes mahjong in a mahjong parlor?

Dali was filled with remorse. Xiaofang said, "You can play mahjong for fun, but don't expect to make money from it. If you want to make money, let's think of other ways together."

"What good ideas do you have?"

"We still need to think about what we're good at. We don't have any capital, so we can't do anything else; we're outsiders. We can only use the Langchao KTV platform and make money like Dapeng by working with prostitutes." "

Then we need a group of prostitutes. Where can we find them?"

"I'll think of a way,"

Xiaofang said. "My high school classmates are about to take the college entrance exam, but some of them have such bad grades that they have no chance of passing, and they don't want to take it either. I'll call them over to work as prostitutes."

"Great! High school students are considered highly educated to be prostitutes. If there are any with good looks, we can have them pretend to be college students, and the fees will be even higher."

Xiaofang immediately called a classmate. This classmate, Li Xuehong, was worried about the pressure of the college entrance exam and was trying to find a way to avoid it. When she heard that Xiaofang could find her a job, she immediately agreed. Xiaofang knew that their senior year courses were finished, and the remaining time was for reviewing for the college entrance examination. Therefore, even if they didn't attend classes now, they could still get their high school diplomas; they just wouldn't receive them until the end of the semester. She told Li Xuehong to take leave and come to work first, then go back to get her diploma at the end of the semester, and then come back immediately for a promotion and a raise. She also instructed that several close classmates be invited to come, so they wouldn't be lonely working together.

Dali, after listening to Xiaofang's lies, said admiringly, "Xiaofang, I find your deception too clever; she can't help but believe you. What high school diploma, promotion, and raise? Nonsense. To be a prostitute, all you need is a woman's body."

Xiaofang laughed and said, "You need ability to do anything; how can you do it without some tricks?" 02-12
Chapter 056 Xiaofang Becomes a Mother

Chapter 056 Xiaofang Becomes a Mother Li Xuehong was Xiaofang's best friend. They had been classmates since elementary school, all the way to high school, going to and from school together every day. But their grades were worlds apart. Xiao Fang was the class's academic representative and Chinese language representative from elementary to high school, consistently ranking among the top students in her class and within the top 10 in her grade. Even her homeroom teacher, Mr. Wu, said she had a bright future. Li Xuehong's grades were in the lower middle of the class, making her hopeless about the college entrance exam. She could only hope to attend a vocational school after high school to learn a skill and find a job.

Xiao Fang had always been Li Xuehong's idol, but what puzzled her was that Xiao Fang didn't study any harder than her, yet she excelled in every subject, understanding everything instantly and achieving high scores on tests. In her first year of high school, Xiao Fang disappeared. Her parents searched everywhere, and the first person they asked was Li Xuehong. Six months later, Li Xuehong received a call from Xiao Fang saying she had found a good job in Shanghai as an administrative supervisor in a company in a neighboring village. Li Xuehong told this news to her homeroom teacher, Mr. Wu, who had been concerned about Xiao Fang's whereabouts. Upon hearing this, Mr. Wu sighed and said, "Her future should be that of a professor or scholar; being a mere administrative supervisor will never lead her down that path."

A few months later, Xiao Fang called to say she was now the general manager's secretary.

Xiao Fang's promotion greatly encouraged and attracted Li Xuehong, so when she received Xiao Fang's call, she believed her without a doubt. A general manager's personal secretary arranging a job for a classmate shouldn't be a problem.

Two days later, Li Xuehong brought two classmates, Zhang Qiuyun and Zhu Mei. These three were all somewhat attractive, academically inept, fashion-conscious, and vain girls. They were happier than anything to be told to skip school and work. They had all run away from home without their families' knowledge, planning to call home to tell their parents once they started work. Zhang Qiuyun even stole two thousand yuan from home to pay for all three's travel expenses.

Xiao Fang and Dali picked them up at the train station and locked them in three separate rooms.

Xiao Fang first tried to persuade Li Xuehong. Li Xuehong never imagined that Xiao Fang, her childhood friend and idol in both academics and character, would trick her into becoming a prostitute. Xiao Fang then told her that she too had been tricked and had worked as a prostitute for several months before becoming an employee of a company in a neighboring village through a special opportunity. Xiao Fang clearly told her that since she was here, there was no other way but to become a prostitute. Even if she didn't become a prostitute, she would never be able to keep her virginity.

Li Xuehong cried and cursed Xiao Fang, calling her a liar, heartless, and cruel, a treacherous person who had deceived her for so many years. Xiao Fang was furious but helpless, so she told her to calm down and went to the next room to persuade Zhang Qiuyun. Zhang Qiuyun's initial reaction was the same as Li Xuehong's, but later she listened to Xiao Fang's words. She believed what Xiao Fang said: once you're in, you can't get out; even if you're lucky enough to get out, you'll at least lose your virginity. She developed earlier, and her body looked more mature than Li Xuehong's, even more mature than Xiao Fang's. Xiao Fang's development was artificially induced, while Zhang Qiuyun's was natural. Her breasts were larger than her classmates' in her third year of junior high, which made her very embarrassed, and she consciously tightened them. After entering high school, they became uncontrollably full, attracting the envy of her female classmates. She enjoyed reading novels and developed sexual awareness early. In her first year of high school, she discovered that touching her genitals at night caused arousal, and later, she learned how to masturbate on her own. However, she only dared to insert her fingers or even a pen shaft, yet she still achieved arousal without breaking her hymen. She had fantasized about having sex with men, but those fantasies were with her imaginary boyfriend; she had never considered becoming a prostitute. After believing Xiaofang's words, she agreed to become a

prostitute, but she didn't know how it was done and was afraid.

Xiaofang said, "You don't need to know; just do what the man wants."

Zhang Qiuyun challenged Xiaofang, "Can you do it once for me to see?"

Xiaofang readily agreed.

Xiaofang called Dali in, and the two took off their clothes, kissing and caressing each other. Zhang Qiuyun had never seen anything like this before; her face flushed, her heart raced, and she was both afraid and wanting to watch. When she saw Xiaofang shamelessly spread her legs, exposing her labia to her, and being caressed by Dali, she forgot her shame and felt her own labia begin to heat up. When Dali's little brother entered Xiaofang's cave, seeing Xiaofang's happy expression and the madness when she reached her climax, she had already decided to become a prostitute.

Just then, a customer asked Dapeng if he had any virgins. Dapeng said yes, and asked if he would take her for 6,000 yuan. The customer said yes. Xiaofang led the customer into Zhang Qiuyun's room. Seeing this pot-bellied middle-aged man, Zhang Qiuyun felt disgusted, thinking it would be better to let Dali have her first time. Dali was the first man she had ever seen. A carpenter by trade, he was strong and muscular, with clearly defined muscles on his thick arms that were incredibly arousing. This fat man's arms weren't thin either, but they were loose and flabby. But at this point, she had no choice. She could only close her eyes most of the time and let this stupid man take her. When his hand touched her labia, she felt a surge of heat rising from there. But when those hands roughly pried open her labia, she felt pain and cruelty. She suppressed her disgust and let his penis push into her labia. When it entered irresistibly, a heart-wrenching pain made her scream. She felt as if her body was being torn in two, and tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.

As the pain subsided, she only felt her vaginal opening filled and swollen. The man's penis moved vigorously inside her, but she felt little pleasure and couldn't understand Xiaofang's enjoyment under Dali. The man quickly released, and Qiuyun felt the swollen feeling ease a little, then the penis automatically withdrew.

At that moment, Qiuyun felt different from before; she was now a woman. And the man opposite her was different too; before, he was distant and unfamiliar, but now, through physical connection, he had become a close man.

Afterwards, Xiaofang gave Qiuyun 500 yuan as payment. After deducting the fee paid to Dapeng, Xiaofang and Dali earned a total of over 4,000 yuan.

However, Li Xuehong and Zhu Mei refused to take clients, crying in their room all day, constantly cursing Xiaofang for ruining them and calling her inhuman. Only coercive measures were taken. Xiaofang first let Dali into Li Xuehong's room.

Seeing Dali enter, Li Xuehong became frightened and hid under the bed. He grabbed one of her ankles and pulled her off the bed. She struggled desperately, flailing her arms wildly. Dali got angry and slapped her twice, making her see stars. Dali stripped her naked, spread her legs, and seeing that her labia were still joined together, he pried them open with his hands and then thrust his erect penis inside. Xuehong was still struggling, and Dali couldn't aim properly at the entrance. Sometimes he would aim, but then it would immediately go astray. He simply used his index finger to poke in, and Xuehong screamed in pain. It was still very dry inside, and it hurt as soon as he moved his finger. Dali ignored her screams and twisted his finger a few times to widen the entrance, then roughly thrust his penis in. Xuehong screamed "Ah!" and fainted.

The entrance was dry and without lubrication, and Dali's penis was squeezed and scraped, causing him pain and discomfort. He quickly finished. After pulling out, he realized that Xuehong had fainted. Somewhat frightened, he quickly called Fang in. Xiao Fang glanced at Xue Hong and said, "It's okay."

Then she pressed hard on Xue Hong's philtrum with her thumb. After a while, Xue Hong slowly woke up, opened her eyes, and started wailing loudly, scratching at Xiao Fang. Xiao Fang quickly dodged away, letting Dali hold Xue Hong's hands.

In another room, Da Peng deflowered Zhu Mei in the same way. A few days later, they all started working as prostitutes.

Xiao Fang became a part-time madam. She went to work at Langchao KTV every day after work, and when she wasn't there, Dali would take care of the girls. It was always inconvenient for a man to manage the girls, so she asked Zhang Qiuyun to assist Dali. She continued to trick her classmates into coming and even asked Zhang Qiuyun to make

phone calls for her. After Li Xue Hong and Zhu Mei accepted the fact that they were working as prostitutes, they also called their classmates to come. These three girls didn't warn their classmates not to come because they had been tricked; instead, they tricked them into coming just like Xiao Fang. It seemed that these girls always didn't want others to be better than themselves, or at least worse off. Soon, Xiao Fang and Dali's team of prostitutes grew to nine people.

Xiao Fang built a new team of girls, putting pressure on Xiao Hong and Hong Yan. They had been in the business for years, were experienced, knew many people, and had a large number of regular clients, making it difficult for Xiao Fang to compete. Business wasn't booming, and with nine girls needing food and drink every day, plus a three-bedroom apartment rented for them, Xiao Fang felt the pressure.

Unable to compete with Xiao Hong and Hong Yan, Xiao Fang tried to expand her clientele beyond the established circles. She had an advantage in this area; as Zhi Gang's secretary, she had access to many wealthy people, all potential clients. At the same time, she also set her sights on the neighboring village club.

As General Manager Feng Zhi Gang's secretary, Xiao Fang, while not having signing authority at the club, had free access and wasn't restricted by membership. To avoid Gui Ling, she chose to operate in Hall 2. Each time, she would bring one girl, letting her choose her own clients to chat with, while she went to play with Huang Tingting.

Zhou Zhimin didn't come to the club often, but when he did, he saw Xiao Fang and his eyes lit up. Seeing that Huang Tingting and Xiao Fang seemed familiar, he quietly asked her, "Who is this girl?"

Huang Tingting said, "You don't know her? Let me introduce you. This is Ms. Mo Qunfang, Mr. Feng's secretary."

She then said to Xiao Fang, "This is Mr. Zhou, who is in the steel business and is also a shareholder of Hall No. 2 in the neighboring village."

"Hello."

Zhou Zhimin shook Xiao Fang's hand. "So you're Mr. Feng's secretary. No wonder you're so beautiful and elegant; you must be very capable."

"Not at all."

Although Xiao Fang was still young, she had already become adept at handling such social situations through experience. "I've only been working for a short time, so I'll need Mr. Zhou's guidance."

Zhou Zhimin, who was about to leave, didn't want to go anymore. "Ms. Mo, may I invite you for a cup of tea?"

"Sure."

Xiao Fang was more than happy to accept. "Then you'll have to pay."

"No problem. I have an office here; let's go there for tea."

Zhou Zhimin didn't use this office often, but it was quite large and fully equipped. The bookshelf behind the desk had only a few books, some jade ornaments. There was another door next to the bookcase, leading to the bedroom. Zhou Zhimin invited Xiao Fang to sit down at the tea tray in the corner of the room.

Zhou Zhimin pressed a button, and a small motor pumped purified water from the bottle into the electric kettle, automatically stopping when it was full. Zhou Zhimin pressed another button, and the electric kettle started boiling water, with an LCD display showing the water temperature on the base.

"Miss Mo, what brings you to the club today?"

Zhou Zhimin asked while he was busy.

"I need Mr. Zhou's help."

"You're joking. What help can I offer? You're Mr. Feng's secretary, who would dare disobey you?"

"I'm not joking, I really need your help."

Zhou Zhimin looked at Xiao Fang's pretty face and asked, "Is it a personal matter?"

"It's a personal matter."

"Why not ask Mr. Feng for help?"

"Mr. Feng can't help."

"Oh? Then tell me."

"I have a group of girls under my management, very elegant. I think Langchao KTV is too low-class, I want to introduce some business to them at a club. Only you can help with this, right?"

"Oh, I see. If Mr. Feng finds out, you probably won't be able to keep your job as a secretary, right?"

"That's why I can only ask you for help."

"Just how good are your girls? If they're really good, I can help."

"You'll know for yourself if you try them. How about I arrange one for you right now?"

"I don't want one."

Zhou Zhimin shook his head. The water boiled, and he began to brew Kung Fu tea.

"Mr. Zhou, you're not going to tell me you never sleep with prostitutes, are you?"

"Of course not."

Zhou Zhimin poured a cup of tea for Xiao Fang, then poured one for himself. "My standards are rather high; your prostitutes probably won't do."

"Then tell me, what kind of prostitute do you want?"

Zhou Zhimin looked at Xiaofang meaningfully and said, "Don't be angry when I tell you."

"Go ahead. I won't be angry."

"The girl I want has to be like you."

He didn't know how many months Xiaofang had worked as a prostitute, so she wasn't bothered by such talk. Xiaofang replied, "I can have you myself, but the price will be a bit high."

"Oh?"

Zhou Zhimin's eyes lit up; he hadn't expected to actually sleep with this beautiful secretary. "How much?"

Xiaofang held up a slender, white finger. Zhou Zhimin asked, "10,000?"

Xiaofang nodded.

"That's fine. For a beautiful woman like Miss Mo, 10,000 isn't much."

Xiaofang regretted offering too little. She used to work as a low-end prostitute, and she really didn't know the prices for high-end prostitutes, and she didn't even know she could command such a price. A thought struck her, and she blurted out, "Ten thousand yuan is for one time. More for more or overnight, extra money."

"Of course,"

Zhou Zhimin was already more than happy to oblige. He immediately took out a bundle of neatly wrapped banknotes from his bag and placed them in front of Xiaofang. "Here's ten thousand yuan. I want it now."

"Okay."

Xiaofang took the money, put it in her small bag, then stood up, took off her coat, and asked, "Shall we do it here?"

"Inside."

Zhou Zhimin opened the door next to the bookcase and led Xiaofang inside. Inside was a bedroom with a double bed and a bathroom with a shower.

Xiaofang sat on the bed and took off her fleece, leaving only a red undergarment, which made Zhou Zhimin's blood rush to his head. He removed Xiaofang's undergarment and bra together, revealing her small yet full and firm breasts. Although those two cherries hadn't been used for breastfeeding, they had clearly been suckled by many people, no different from those that had been used for breastfeeding. He lightly licked the red cherries with the tip of his tongue, pursing his lips and sucking.

Xiao Fang pulled down her pants completely, spread her legs, and displayed her flower to Zhou Zhimin. Zhou Zhimin buried his head between Xiao Fang's legs, lightly licking her labia, then delving deeper into her flower, sucking out abundant moisture.

"Hurry up,"

Xiao Fang urged. This was a habit of prostitutes; she was doing business, not enjoying herself, so she always hoped to finish quickly so she could take the next customer.

Zhou Zhimin's hard penis plunged into Xiao Fang's cave, and Xiao Fang's lips, as if alive, immediately tightened and enveloped his penis, rapidly opening and closing in rhythm with Zhou Zhimin's thrusts, causing Zhou Zhimin to quickly lose control and ejaculate in three minutes.

Zhou Zhimin said happily, "This thing of yours is excellent; it's made for being a prostitute."

Xiao Fang asked with a smile, "Do you want to continue?"

"Yes."

"Then you'll have to pay more."

"More."

Zhou Zhimin said decisively, "It's worth any amount of money."

Xiao Fang hugged Zhou Zhimin, stroking his still-erect penis with one hand, and said, "Mr. Zhou, I know this club used to be your sole proprietorship, but it was acquired by Mr. Feng. Do you want to buy it back?"

"Of course I do."

Zhou Zhimin was overjoyed, remembering Xiao Fang's status as his secretary, "But I need your help with this."

Xiao Fang said, "Whether I help you or not depends on how much you can give me."

"After it's done, I'll give you 10% of the shares."

"Really?"

"Really. I never lie."

"That's a lie. Which businessman hasn't lied?"

Zhou Zhimin smiled somewhat awkwardly and said, "You're too clever. If you're not comfortable with that, I can have a written agreement with you."

“I believe you, so there’s no need for a written agreement.”

Xiao Fang knew in her heart that this kind of thing couldn’t be documented in writing, as that would be tantamount to giving someone a handle against you. She said coldly, “If you really go back on your word, I also have ways to deal with you.”

Zhou Zhimin felt a chill run down his spine, thinking to himself that this young woman was ruthless. He tried his best to remain calm and asked, "How will you help me do this?"

"Don't ask, I'll do it anyway. But I'll need your cooperation."

"Tell me, what do you need me to do?"

"First, get Hall 2 to cooperate with me and open up to my girls."

"There's one obstacle: Huang Tingting. She won't listen to me."

"I'll figure out a way to transfer Huang Tingting back to Hall 1 and bring your sister-in-law, Cai Mingli, over."

"If you can do that, there's no problem. But I have another question for you."

"You want to ask me why I'm doing this, right?"

Zhou Zhimin hadn't expected her to be so clever. He said, "Yes. You have a bright future following President Feng, why would you want to undermine him?"

"There must be a reason. I'll tell you later, now's not the time."

Switching Huang Tingting and Cai Mingli back together was easy. Their switch was originally temporary, but since they were both doing well, they hadn't brought it up, and Guiling had forgotten about it. Xiao Fang found an opportunity to tell Gui Ling, and Gui Ling not only made arrangements immediately but also developed a deeper liking for Xiao Fang, believing her to be quick-witted, diligent, and promising.

After Cai Mingli was transferred to Hall 2 of the guild hall in the neighboring village, she naturally listened to her brother-in-law. Xiao Fang selected four attractive and articulate girls, gave them some basic training, and had them claim to be college students. They spent their days in the guild hall chatting and drinking tea with guests; if a guest wanted sex, they would go to a guest room upstairs. The guild hall's prices were, of course, much higher than a KTV, 1500 yuan for a single encounter and over 3000 yuan for an overnight stay.

The girls Xiao Fang sent were Li Xuehong, Zhang Qiuyun, Zhu Mei, and Su Yuanyuan, whose public names were Xiao Xue, Xiao Xia, Xiao Mei, and Xiao Yuan, respectively. They had business almost every day, and almost all of it was for the entire night. Over time, each girl developed several regular clients, and because they were often too busy to be in multiple places at once, conflicts frequently arose between the clients. Xiao Fang lamented the lack of girls, but she also understood the importance of branding. Five girls with less-than-ideal appearances couldn't be allowed into the club, as it would damage her reputation.

Xiao Fang herself took matters into her own hands. Her previous deal with Zhou Zhimin, where he slept with her three times for 30,000 yuan, had given her a new understanding of her value. When she worked as a hostess in a KTV, 500 yuan per session was considered high-end. Now, with this image-building, her value had increased dramatically—something she herself couldn't believe. She knew her most attractive asset was her position as the general manager's secretary, but this was only temporary; sooner or later, people would find out and she'd lose that position. So, she decided to capitalize on her current prestige and earn as much money as possible. If she could sell herself for 500 yuan, she could sell herself for 10,000 yuan even more.

However, Xiao Fang's true purpose wasn't this. Whether her subordinates earned several thousand yuan a night or she earned tens of thousands, it was all just incidental money. Her real goal was to cause the neighboring village company to lose Club No. 2, and she would then own 10% of its shares. Although her shareholding wasn't large, it signified a qualitative change in her status; becoming a shareholder meant she was practically a boss.

Things were developing as Xiaofang had predicted. Business at the Neighbor Village Clubhouse No. 2 was booming. Previously overshadowed by No. 1, its revenue had now surpassed No. 1's. Membership cards were valid at both clubs, and many of No. 1's long-time customers were now also becoming No. 2's regulars, drawn by the four beautiful college student girls. Most people were unaware that Xiaofang also sold her body; this information circulated only among a few of the wealthiest bosses, and was kept secret. This perfectly suited men's psychology—the more secretive it was, the more interested they became, and the more they were willing to pay a high price.

The police station finally obtained information about prostitution at Hall 2 of the neighboring village's guild hall. After meticulous planning and based on accurate intelligence, the police raided Hall 2, catching four couples engaged in prostitution on the spot.

Hall 2 was fined heavily and ordered to close for rectification. When Zhigang and Guiling discussed their options, they already knew a ready-made solution awaited them. The neighboring village company was facing a tight cash flow and a critical juncture in its strategic downsizing. Hall 2's fate was sealed: abandonment. Whether intentional or not, any company willing to acquire Hall 2 at this time had seized the perfect opportunity. Zhou Zhimin's approach to discussing the acquisition with Zhigang wasn't based on his foresight or affection for Hall 2, but rather on the presence of Xiaofang, the behind-the-scenes manipulator who possessed the most accurate intelligence and could even hold the neighboring village company by the throat.

Zhigang was unwilling to sell the No. 2 guild hall in the neighboring village back to its original owner, preferring to sell it to anyone else. However, he was now powerless to control the situation, just as Zhou Zhimin had done when he sold the guild hall to him. Xiaofang, who played a crucial role, successfully remained undetected throughout the process, leaving Zhigang with no suspicion. While luck could be an element, the cleverness, meticulous planning, and ruthless methods of this precocious and intelligent young woman undoubtedly played a vital role.

The fact that the police arrested four prostitutes and their clients without exposing Xiaofang, and that punishing the No. 2 guild hall only harmed the neighboring village company while Zhou Zhimin reaped the benefits, demonstrates her exceptional skill.

Xiaofang had already spoken with the four prostitutes beforehand, instructing them on how to handle police checks and questioning, guaranteeing their swift release if caught, and promising them rewards if they didn't reveal anything inappropriate upon their return.

Xiaofang had also been working on the police station's side well in advance. She used Zhigang's connections to become familiar with several police officers at the police station, and with her irresistible physical charm, she slept with the most key figure a few times, thus securing everything. Her cleverness lay in not only providing them with physical pleasure but also ensuring they earned merit at work, received awards from superiors, and gained a good reputation in society. In rural terms, it was a win-win situation.

Chapter 57: Intern College Students

Chapter 57: Intern College Students Chun'er is going to do her internship. She called Zhigang without consulting him, directly informing him: "Brother Zhigang, I'm going to your company for an internship tomorrow with three female classmates."

Zhigang was already used to Chun'er suddenly giving him problems, saying, "Why didn't you tell me sooner? You should have given me some time to prepare, like where we'd stay and what positions we'd be assigned to."

"Anyway, I've informed you, you handle the rest."

The next morning, Chun'er, along with Wei Wenjing, Ye Xiaoqing, and Song Juan, each dragging a suitcase and carrying a large bag, rushed into Zhigang's office, filling the room with their belongings.

Zhigang asked Chun'er, "You should intern in arts troupes; coming to a company doesn't match your major."

Chun'er replied, "Where are there so many arts troupes for us to intern in? Besides, we're from a teachers' college, training teachers. Don't you have a school? We could become music teachers, which would be perfect."

"Schools don't lack music teachers." "

Then arrange other jobs for us. Actually, we don't want to go to school right now. We might be teachers for life, so for now, we want to do something else and broaden our horizons."

Zhigang called Guiling, Lanhua, and Zhichun in via the internal phone. Although the migrant workers' home had changed hands, it was still in a transitional period, managed by a company in a neighboring village, so the management team remained the same.

“Zhichun,”

Zhigang said, arranging accommodations first, “Jing’er’s dormitory can accommodate two people, so please arrange another room for them.”

“Okay.”

Zhigang asked Guiling and Lanhua, “What do you think we should do with the four of them?”

Guiling said, “We can arrange for two to work as waitresses.”

Lanhua said, “And two of them can work as sales representatives at the liquor company.”

Zhigang said, “I suggest that all four of them do one thing, while also working for both of your companies.”

“What is it?”

Guiling and Lanhua asked.

“They will be sent to the neighboring village’s guild hall as sales representatives for the liquor company, doing promotions and also serving as waitresses. You’ve probably seen them in hotels, young girls wearing sashes for some kind of liquor, working as waitresses—that’s the kind of salesperson they are. However, our sales representatives’ focus isn’t on getting guests to drink a certain amount of the neighboring village’s aged liquor on the spot, but on public relations, getting members to buy our liquor in bulk after they return.”

Guiling and Lanhua unanimously agreed with this suggestion.

Chun'er asked, "If we sell the liquor, will we get a commission?"

Zhigang smiled and said, "Let Lan Hua answer that question."

Lan Hua said, "Of course we will. Base salary plus commission, the same as the sales staff."

Four strikingly elegant girls appeared at the neighboring village's guild hall, their red sashes draped diagonally with the words "Neighboring Village Sauce-Flavored Old Liquor" in large yellow characters, catching the eye. Most of the waitresses had only a junior high school education, a few had high school, and the more outstanding ones were simply good-looking. These four university students, majoring in art, were exceptional in every aspect—image, temperament, speech, and knowledge. Customers liked having them serve them, and naturally, they would drink the Neighboring Village Sauce-Flavored Old Liquor they promoted. Some customers invited them to drink together, but they generally only offered a round of toasts and didn't sit down to eat. This was within the rules; like the waitresses, they couldn't mingle with the customers and had to always remember their role as waitresses, not interfering with their work.

On Chun'er's first day serving customers, one table was hosted by Zhu Xianmin, the general manager of the Weiminzhuangman Company. When Zhu Xianmin heard that Chun'er was an art student intern, he asked her, "Can you sing?"

Chun'er smiled and said, "I'm a vocal major, of course I can sing."

"Great!"

Zhu Xianmin, who loved to sing, suggested to the group of guests, "How about we go to the multi-purpose hall to sing?"

Everyone responded enthusiastically, eager to hear Chun'er's professional singing. But Chun'er didn't agree: "I'm sorry, I'm on work hours now. I can only sell alcohol, not sing."

Zhu Xianmin said, "Didn't we drink your alcohol today?"

"The alcohol you drank doesn't count as my business. I do group purchases. If you need to buy a whole case of alcohol as a gift or for entertaining guests, just contact me."

"That's easy. I'll order a few cases from you first."

"How many cases?"

Chun'er pressed.

"Ten cases. How about that?"

"Okay. I'll deliver it to your company tomorrow."

"Can I sing now?"

"Of course. If the boss is happy, he'll allow me to sing."

Chun'er sold ten cases of alcohol on her first day of work, a truly successful start, but Wei Wenjing encountered a little trouble. The guests at that table asked Wei Wenjing to drink. She offered a toast to everyone, but the host objected, saying, "You offer one toast to the whole table? That won't do. Each toast should be offered to one person."

Wenjing, hearing others address the boss as "General Manager Wen," said, "General Manager Wen, my alcohol tolerance is limited; I can't drink that much."

"If you can't drink, what are you selling alcohol for? No, you must toast everyone."

Wenjing had no choice but to offer a toast to each person. General Manager Wen still wouldn't give up. He came over and put his arm around Wenjing's shoulder, trying to get her to sit down: "Don't leave. Just sit here and drink with us."

Wenjing said, "I'm sorry, General Manager Wen, I respect you all, so I reluctantly offered toasts to everyone. Please respect my work too, okay? I'm not allowed to sit down and drink now."

Mr. Wen was displeased and said, "I told you to sit down, so sit down. Why all the nonsense? If the boss wants to criticize you, just quit and come work for me. I'll give you a high salary."

Wenjing was also unhappy and stood there, refusing to sit, making Mr. Wen feel awkward. Wenjing disliked this kind of rude and noisy upstart style and atmosphere. She preferred a warm and peaceful atmosphere, polite manners, and the joy of intellectual exchange. Therefore, the more Mr. Wen tried to be friendly with her, the more resentful she became. Just then, Ye Xiaoqing arrived. She pushed Wenjing out and said to President Wen, "I'm sorry, that's just her personality. Let me do it. I'll drink with you."

Having been offered a way out, President Wen naturally wouldn't miss it. He pulled Xiaoqing aside and said, "You need to apologize to my guests on her behalf."

Xiaoqing said, "I'll apologize. I'll toast everyone first."

President Wen, perhaps feeling he hadn't managed to save face, continued nagging at the door where Wenjing had disappeared, "If you want to play the high and mighty, don't come here. Trying to have your cake and eat it too? There's no such thing as a free lunch."

Xiaoqing's obedience pleased President Wen, and he immediately decided to buy 10 cases of her wine, saying, "Deliver it to my company tomorrow. I'll also treat you to dinner."

The next afternoon, Xiaoqing delivered the wine to President Wen's company. She told the delivery driver to go home first, and she went to President Wen's office to settle the bill. President Wen invited Xiaoqing to sit on the sofa and asked the accountant to write a check.

"What do you want to eat tonight?"

President Wen asked Xiaoqing.

Xiao Qing carefully put away the check and said, "It doesn't matter, I'm fine with anything. Does Mr. Wen have any other plans for tonight?"

Mr. Wen said ambiguously, "That depends on whether you're willing to keep me company."

"No problem. But there will be a fee."

"Name your price."

Mr. Wen understood.

Xiao Qing held up five fingers, and Mr. Wen asked, "5,000?"

Xiao Qing nodded.

"Should I stay overnight?"

Xiao Qing nodded again.

Mr. Wen pulled Xiao Qing over and made her sit on his lap, saying, "Deal."

He then kissed her lips and grabbed her full breasts with both hands.

Xiao Qing had started working as a prostitute as early as the second semester of her freshman year. Her first time was with an upperclassman who took her to meet a wealthy man and made her sleep with him for a night. Because she was a virgin, the upperclassman gave her 3,000 yuan afterwards. She knew that the price for a college undergraduate's virgin was over 10,000 yuan. After that, she relied entirely on her prostitution income to pay for her tuition and living expenses, basically not taking any money from her family.

In fact, Xiao Qing's family was very wealthy. Her grandfather was one of the first generation of entrepreneurs after China's reform and opening up, and her father took over his business and made it famous throughout the country. Her grandfather experienced three years of natural disasters before the Cultural Revolution, nearly starving to death. He even dug up and ate the pea seedlings that hadn't yet sprouted in the fields. He only attended school for a few days before being forced to stop, so he went out to do what was considered illegal at the time: collecting eggs, goose feathers, and selling socks and clothes to support himself and his family. Even after the reform and opening up, his business ventures offended some people, resulting in two imprisonments and a near-execution. Fortunately, after Deng Xiaoping's Southern Tour, policies began to loosen, and the environment gradually improved. He was no longer at risk of imprisonment, and his business flourished. He first opened the largest department store in his hometown, and later founded the famous Hongxing Market, which became the wholesale center for textiles, clothing, and footwear in the province, with influence extending even to surrounding provinces. Because he was basically illiterate and could only write his own name, he was called "Dumb Ye," which eventually became "Dumb Grandpa." He married four wives and was very proud of it. After his first three wives divorced him, he settled down comfortably. In reality, they were still Grandpa's wives, continuing to bear his children. The divorce was merely to create legal space for him to marry a new wife.

Xiaoqing's father was born to Grandpa's first wife. Because Grandpa didn't value education, her father dropped out of school before finishing junior high and followed Grandpa in his business. Xiaoqing grew up in a privileged environment, but this privilege was only financial, lacking any cultural atmosphere. From a young age, she discovered that her father enjoyed visiting prostitutes and often brought them home to stay for a few days. Xiaoqing enjoyed playing with these prostitutes, but her father forbade her. Spoiled since childhood, Xiaoqing wanted to do the things she was forbidden from doing, even developing the idea of becoming a prostitute herself. Finally, after entering university, she fulfilled her wish.

According to Grandpa, making full use of resources and turning them into money was a good business. Therefore, Xiaoqing didn't care about selling alcohol at all. Her own beauty and female genitalia were her best resources. If someone was willing to buy and she was willing to sell, it was a mutually agreeable transaction, which was what Grandpa considered a good business. After several years of university, she had accumulated a considerable amount of money, waiting to start her own company after graduation.

Xiao Fang had been keeping an eye on Chun'er and the other interns because she needed highly educated prostitutes, especially attractive female art students. After the No. 2 branch of the Neighbor Village Guild Hall changed hands, it was renamed the East Neighbor Guild Hall. Xiao Fang had already obtained the 10% share promised by Zhou Zhimin, becoming a true boss.

The East Neighbor Village Guild Hall was renovated and quickly reopened. The current general manager was Cai Mingli, but because Zhou Zhimin listened to Xiao Fang, the guild hall operated according to Xiao Fang's ideas. All the waitresses here had to become prostitutes; those who were unwilling to become prostitutes or whose appearance was not good enough were dismissed. Li Xuehong and three other prostitutes became the core members, mentoring and guiding the other prostitutes. Soon, Xiao Fang transformed the East Neighbor Guild Hall into a high-end brothel, and word spread among wealthy bosses. However, on the surface, it remained the same as before. Customers came in to drink tea, eat, chat, and take whichever prostitute they liked out; however, prostitution was absolutely forbidden inside the guild hall. What

Xiao Fang needed most now were high-class prostitutes with knowledge and culture. Li Xuehong and her group could only fool her for a while; they would be exposed immediately if they encountered a truly educated customer.

Xiao Fang went to the neighboring village's guild hall and observed the mannerisms of the four college students serving customers. She immediately realized that Xiao Qing was inherently promiscuous and was already doing so. She pulled Xiao Qing aside and asked directly, "Xiao Qing, do you want to earn more money?" Xiao Qing

retorted, "Do you have connections?"

Xiao Fang didn't answer her question but remained direct: "I'll sign you a contract to intern at the neighboring guild hall. After the internship, you'll be formally employed and receive the highest commission. Are you in?"

Having worked in the same industry, Xiao Qing understood what Xiao Fang meant and agreed.

Chun'er, hearing Xiao Qing mention going to the neighboring guild hall, knew what she was planning, but everyone has their own ambitions, and they were all classmates; no one could control anyone else, and no one would stop her.

Chun'er herself, however, was entangled with Zhu Xianmin. She didn't like Zhu Xianmin. She didn't want to be intimate with someone she didn't like, and even felt aversion to such things, so she was inherently unsuitable for prostitution. Both being born in the 1990s, they had a casual view of sex, so she could understand Xiao Qing's desire to sell herself, but she couldn't do it herself. However, Zhu Xianmin kept haunting her, promising her a large sum of money, and she thought of Song Juan.

Song Juan's family also lived in the countryside. Her father left home in the 1990s to work in the south, returning for the first few years during the Spring Festival, but then disappeared without a trace, his fate unknown. Her mother raised her single-handedly by farming, while also caring for her in-laws. She wouldn't even be able to finish high school. Song, the village accountant, was related to her father and had always been concerned about their lives. He told her mother, "Sister-in-law, you must let your daughter go to high school. With such good grades, she'll definitely get into university. Once she graduates and earns money, she can support you."

The mother said, "Of course I know that. But how can I afford to send her to school? This is just high school; if she gets into university, I couldn't even sell the house to support her."

Accountant Song said, "I'll support her through high school, since we're related. As for university, we'll see then."

Song Juan dreaded PE class. One day, she and another girl who also hated PE skipped class and wandered aimlessly through the town. They saw her mother and Accountant Song sneaking into a small hotel, one after the other. She realized then that her mother had sold herself to pay for her high school education.

When the college entrance exam results came out, Song Juan learned that her score exceeded the first-tier university admission line. She noticed her mother was so worried she couldn't sleep at night, realizing she couldn't go to university. Accountant Song, hearing from her mother that Song Juan had decided to give up university, summoned her to the village office. He wanted to speak with her personally.

His conversation went on and on, but the final message was clear: he wanted Song Juan to give him her body, and in return, he would support her university education. He didn't pressure her, telling her to go home and think it over. He said her mother had sacrificed so much for her, and now that she had gone to university, giving up would be unfair to her mother. Without university, she could only marry a farmer, and she had countless examples of what life would be like then, her mother being the most typical example—her life ruined. But with university, the future was bright and promising.

Song Juan returned home and thought about it all night. The future prospects were what tempted her most. Aside from her own future, the key was that it would allow her to repay her mother. But if she gave up university, not only would she be unable to repay her mother, but all her mother's hard work over the years would be in vain.

The next day, she went to the village office to find Accountant Song and followed him into the small hotel where she had seen her mother enter with him the day before.

Still ignorant about sex, she let Accountant Song do as he pleased. Accountant Song first removed her clothes. Shy, she sat on the bed, her hands clasped to her chest, not daring to look at him as he undressed her. Accountant Song didn't force her, gently kissing her from her lips to her face, then to her neck, kissing every part of her body. Only when he kissed her genitals did she begin to feel something and forget her shyness. But she still kept her eyes closed, waiting for the crucial impact. When Accountant Song suddenly thrust into her, she felt excruciating pain, as if her body was being torn in two by a tremendous force at the base of her thighs. In the pain, she seemed to lose her memory, or perhaps she was unconscious for a while. As she regained sensation, the pain in her lower body gradually subsided, and her vaginal opening was filled with something. As the object inside began to move, her pain lessened until it disappeared. After an unknown amount of time, she gradually regained some feeling, as if a slight pleasure was developing within her vaginal opening, slowly growing.

When Accountant Song quickly released his fluids into her vagina, she had already accepted this man; he was the first man she had ever had physical intimacy with. While waiting to start school, Song Juan went to have sex with Accountant Song every day, experiencing pleasure and even a few limited orgasms. She felt that this was her fate, good or bad, better than any hope of marrying immediately and ending her life. Her mother was also very grateful to Accountant Song; with his income, supporting Song Juan's university education without the family's knowledge was no easy feat.

After starting university, Song Juan tried her best to work part-time, unwilling to spend any more money from her family or even Accountant Song. There were matchmakers at the school who specialized in arranging dates between girls and wealthy businessmen. Song Juan was introduced to a construction boss, earning 3,000 yuan a month for sleeping with him one night. This basically covered all her expenses. Chun'er,

who shared a dormitory with Song Juan, knew her and sympathized with her, so she suggested that Song Juan earn money from Zhu Xianmin.

Song Juan agreed to Chun'er's suggestion and slept with Zhu Xianmin. She had an oval face, big eyes, and while her skin wasn't as fair as Chun'er's, it was still quite fair for a girl. Her breasts were even fuller than Chun'er's. Zhu Xianmin, though not quite there, happily took Song Juan away. Chun'er,

naturally, had the advantage of being close to him and wouldn't let Zhigang go. However, they worked night shifts at the club, while Zhigang worked during the day, so they couldn't meet. On weekends, Zhigang had to go to class during the day, so they still couldn't meet.

When Chun'er woke up in the morning, it was almost 10 o'clock, and Wenjing, who shared a bed with her, was still asleep. This is their current daily routine; they don't go to sleep until after 2 AM every night. She texted Zhigang, saying she had a stomachache and asking him to come quickly.

Less than fifteen minutes later, Zhigang arrived. Hearing the knock, Chun'er opened the door to let Zhigang in, then immediately closed it again. She pressed Zhigang against the door and kissed him. Zhigang sucked on her sweet tongue, inhaling her fragrance. Her scent was usually hard to detect, but today, having just woken up and still wearing her pajamas, the fragrance was even stronger after a night of sleeping. The moment Zhigang smelled this faint, orchid-like, musky scent, he immediately wanted her.

Zhigang picked Chun'er up, threw her onto the sofa, then grabbed the end of her belt and pulled it up, opening her pajamas and revealing her dazzling white body. Chun'er raised her legs high, presenting her blooming flower directly to Zhigang. Zhigang bent down and kissed it, feeling the slight trembling and wriggling of her labia with his tongue. The clam's flesh squeezed out abundant moisture from the opening, nourishing the petals. It suddenly opened like a woman's mouth, then closed again. Chun'er cried out, "Zhigang, come in quickly!"

Zhigang then let his jade stem penetrate deeply, all the way to the root.

Chun'er began to moan loudly, twisting her body. Zhigang accurately grasped the rhythm of Chun'er's clam's contractions, and as they quickened, he thrust forcefully at the moment of climax, bringing Chun'er to the greatest pleasure, and making this pleasure last until Chun'er's pleasure gradually faded, still stimulating her pleasure nerves, making them linger. Chun'er knew that Zhigang was waiting inside for her second wave, so she called out, "Wenjing, wake up."

Actually, Wenjing had already been awakened by Chun'er's moans. She got out of bed and peeked into the outer room, seeing Zhigang and Chun'er entangled naked on the sofa, her heart pounding with anxiety, yet she couldn't bear to look away. Since Zhigang had taken her virginity in Huangshan, she hadn't had sex since. She hadn't yet tasted true pleasure, and seeing Chun'er so happy, she was both puzzled and longing. When Chun'er called her, she ran back to bed, pulled the covers over her head, and buried her face in them.

Chun'er said to Zhigang, "Pick me up."

Zhigang struggled to lift Chun'er from the sofa, even though his penis wasn't fully erect. He grabbed Chun'er's thighs, had her wrap her arms around his neck, and led her into the inner room. He placed Chun'er's buttocks on the bed, sat her down, and stood in front of her, continuing his movements to bring her pleasure. As Chun'er enjoyed herself, she pulled back the covers, ripped off Wenjing's clothes, and said, "You've already been deflowered, what are you pretending for?"

Wenjing covered her face with her hands, but let Chun'er manipulate her lower body. Chun'er licked her petals and clitoris, filling her vagina with fluid, then used her tongue to open the entrance. Just then, Chun'er reached another climax. She screamed loudly, her upper body almost standing upright, then crashing back onto the bed, only to rise again. After several times, she calmed down with satisfaction. Zhigang's jade stem still stood proudly erect in her vagina. Chun'er let the jade stem out of her vagina, then helped Zhigang spread Wenjing's legs apart, allowing the jade stem to re-enter Wenjing's vagina.

Wenjing involuntarily moaned wonderfully. She began to strongly desire the jade stem to move back and forth in her vagina without stopping, and unprecedented pleasure arose from the depths of her vagina and spread outwards in circles, permeating her entire body. She never imagined that vagina could be so pleasurable, a hundred times, a thousand times more pleasurable than she had imagined, making her unable to leave it.

Zhigang patiently moved quickly and slowly, changing rhythms, inside Wenjing's vagina for nearly an hour, and Wenjing's moans also changed from fast to slow. He estimated that Wenjing would not reach orgasm today, so he released all his jade fluid into her vagina.

Zhigang said to Chun'er, "She was too embarrassed to climax today because you were there."

Chun'er rubbed Wenjing's breasts with both hands and asked her, "Isn't that right? If so, I'll leave next time so you can enjoy it without any distractions."

Wenjing also grabbed Chun'er's breasts and said, "I'm not as shameless as you."

Chapter 058 Xiaofang Resigns Chapter

058 Xiaofang Resigns Chapter 058 Xiaofang Resigns After the East Neighbor Guild Hall reopened, after a brief period of slow business, business quickly rebounded and soon surpassed that of the Neighbor Village Guild Hall.

The most distinctive service offered by Donglin Club is its escort service, and Xiao Qing is the top escort. When she arrived, she brought Mr. Wen along, making him a gold card customer of Donglin Club.

Xiao Fang learned her branding philosophy and methods from a company in a neighboring village, and she cleverly applied them to the development of her escorts, achieving great success. She then thought about how to recruit more top escorts like Xiao Qing.

Xiao Fang wanted to bring Song Juan over as well. The generous benefits she promised tempted Song Juan, and she sought Chun'er's opinion. Chun'er asked her, "Think about it, are you short of money right now?"

Song Juan was always short of money. Even with a boss who paid her 3,000 yuan a month, it was barely enough for her; she was still very tight on money, not to mention her mother working hard farming back home, and her grandparents living a frugal life. Now that Zhu Xianmin is keeping her as his mistress, giving her 5,000 yuan a month, she feels a bit more financially secure, but she's never really considered whether the money is enough; subconsciously, she still feels short of cash. But when Chun'er asked her that, she thought about it again and realized she wasn't short of money anymore. Last week, she sent 3,000 yuan home, and her mother called to say that she'd sent too much and should keep it for herself, not to suffer too much. That made her feel like she had enough. She couldn't afford that much money herself; she never dared to buy mid-range or higher cosmetics, nor did she dare send too much money home, lest her mother suspect the money was ill-gotten.

With this in mind, Song Juan refused Xiao Fang's invitation. She was easily satisfied; Zhu Xianmin treated her well, and she felt lucky, so she repaid him with her body. She unexpectedly discovered that she enjoyed sex with Zhu Xianmin; aside from the first few times, she now orgasmed every time.

Although she had also orgasmed a few times with Accountant Song in the beginning, those were only the mildest orgasms. The boss who used to hire her still hires her for one day a month, but he never gives her an orgasm. Actually, Zhu Xianmin's first time with her was quite disappointing.

When he undressed, she noticed his penis was too small, almost invisible in the pubic hair. But Zhu Xianmin's tenderness and care made her feel comfortable, and his foreplay was thorough, kissing her all over, allowing her to fully relax, her flower opening to the sun and rain. When his penis entered her, she felt its hardness and strength, and immediately felt pleasure, surprised by its small size. Perhaps because it was small, the friction between it and her vagina wasn't too intense, allowing for more continuous movement and a longer duration. That kind of continuous, repeated stimulation was something that Accountant Song and the boss who hired her could never achieve, but Zhu Xianmin did. Although she didn't have an orgasm this time, when Zhu Xianmin reached his climax inside her and ejaculated, she still felt incredibly happy and hoped for a next time.

That time, Zhu Xianmin took Song Juan shopping and bought her many things. Song Juan wasn't moved, because she didn't need those luxurious handbags and cosmetics, nor did she like wearing jewelry; she felt they were all wasteful. As they left the mall, they saw a boy of about twelve or thirteen kneeling by the roadside, carrying a schoolbag. In front of him was a large piece of paper covered in writing with a brush. It explained that his parents were sick and couldn't afford his schooling, forcing him to wander to Shanghai alone. He pleaded for kind people to give him some money for food and travel expenses to return to his ailing parents. Song Juan knew it was a scam. She and her classmates always walked away when they saw such situations, because even if they gave him money, the boy wouldn't get it; it would all be taken by the shady characters behind the scenes.

Zhu Xianmin stopped in front of the boy. Song Juan pulled him away, saying, "You can't give it; it's useless." Zhu Xianmin took out the change from his shopping, about ten yuan, threw it down, and left.

Song Juan asked, "You knew that child wouldn't get the money, so why did you give him money?"

Zhu Xianmin didn't answer. Song Juan looked up at him and noticed his eyes were wet. After walking a while longer, Zhu Xianmin finally spoke: "I used to walk away without giving money too. But every time I walked past, I immediately regretted it, thinking, 'What if that child is telling the truth? Are there really no children who ask for money who are genuine?' I would feel guilty and be very upset for a day or two. So one time I gave him money. I thought, even if he's a liar, he'll probably get beaten if he doesn't get the money. Giving him money will save him from being beaten and suffering, and that's helping him. That made me feel better. Later I realized that I gave him money not for him, but for my own peace of mind. So every time..." "I gave him money the first time we met."

Song Juan was touched, surprised that this wealthy man was so kind. She said, "But aren't you condoning the bad guys behind the boy?"

Zhu Xianmin looked at her and said, "It's not about condoning. Because this kind of phenomenon is beyond our control. If you don't give the boy money, will he stop suffering? So I think, since I can't change or help others, I can only help myself and make myself feel better. Think about it, in an environment where everyone is helpless and involuntarily hardening their hearts, isn't it progress that you can keep your heart soft and warm?"

Song Juan was completely moved. She held Zhu Xianmin's arm and walked silently for a long time. Back in the apartment Zhu Xianmin rented for her, she took the initiative to have sex with him for the first time and quickly reached orgasm. This unparalleled pleasure, the feeling of being destroyed and the desire to be destroyed and enjoy the moment of destruction, made her feel for the first time that in order to enjoy this pleasure, she had to possess this man.

Zhu Xianmin's exceptionally perceptive wife quickly discovered his relationship with Song Juan and followed her to her place. One time, Zhu Xianmin came to pick up Song Juan. As soon as they stepped out the door, they were blocked by Madam Zhu and two men. Madam Zhu grabbed Zhu Xianmin and started fighting, while the two men knocked Song Juan to the ground. Just then, Xiao Fang and Dali appeared, rescued Song Juan, and took her to the Donglin Club.

Song Juan didn't know that Xiao Fang had arranged everything; she only knew that Xiao Fang had saved her, so she agreed to sign a contract with the Donglin Club to work as a chat hostess.

The Donglin Club lost some of its old clients, which alerted Guiling. Although this wasn't enough to shake the foundation of the Donglin Club, she couldn't say that the trend wouldn't worsen. What worried her more was that the lost clients had basically all moved to the Donglin Club.

Guiling went into Zhigang's office and started boiling water to make Kung Fu tea herself.

Zhigang walked over from behind his desk, sat down opposite her, and asked, "What's wrong? Is something bothering you?"

Guiling glanced at him and said, "Besides the club, what else could be bothering me?"

"Ups and downs are normal in business."

"But why do I feel like everything is shrouded in an ominous aura?"

"That's because your mindset isn't right. Adjust your mindset, and you can deal with anything with a calm attitude."

"Ever since the Spring Festival this year, it seems like everything we do has gone wrong."

Zhigang thought for a moment and said, "It really is, and it's inexplicable. We don't know what's wrong. There's been no natural disaster, no man-made disaster, but it's like we've encountered one."

"There must be a reason for this."

“Yes. I also think there must be a reason. So we need to maintain a good attitude. The situation won't improve until we find the reason, but once we find it, everything will change.”

Someone gently knocked on the open door, and Xiaofang came in, handing Zhigang a piece of paper. She said, “Mr. Feng, I want to resign. This is my resignation letter.”

Zhigang took her resignation letter, somewhat surprised, and asked, “Why?”

Xiaofang looked at Guiling and said apologetically, “I'm sorry for causing you trouble. My mother misses me so much that she's fallen ill and wants me to go back to her side.”

Guiling said, “You can take leave and come back to work when your mother recovers.”

“But my parents found me a boyfriend back in my hometown and want me to get married as soon as I return, saying it's to bring good luck to my mother.”

Zhigang said, “We'll discuss it and get back to you.”

“Thank you, Mr. Feng.”

Xiaofang turned and left.

Guiling watched Xiaofang's retreating figure and said, "I feel like there's something wrong with this girl."

"I feel the same way. So her reason for resigning isn't real; it's probably our competitor trying to poach her." "

Our only competitor is the East Neighbor Guild Hall. But Xiaofang is your secretary; she doesn't know much about the inner workings of the guild hall."

"I'm wondering if Xiaofang is already working for Zhou Zhimin? He acquired Hall No. 2 so easily; is it related to Xiaofang?"

Guiling stared wide-eyed at Zhigang and said, "That's terrifying, and too likely."

"But I can't understand why Xiaofang would do that? She received an extraordinary promotion here, and in terms of company strength and personal development prospects, she's better off with me than with Zhou Zhimin."

Guiling smiled and said, "Then it means we might be overthinking it. She really has no motive to do something so self-destructive, unless she's mentally ill. Zhigang, are we being too petty? She wanted to leave, fired us, and we're upset, so we suspect her of having ulterior motives?"

"Then we're the ones with ulterior motives?"

Zhigang laughed too. "Or maybe you and I are the ones with mental illness."

“It’s not just you and me. Zhichun has disliked Xiaofang for a long time, and we’ve argued about her several times.”

“But we can’t let our guard down. If she really is going to the East Neighbor Guild Hall, we’ll find out very soon.”

Chun’er ran in, sat down without saying hello, poured herself a cup of tea and drank it all in one gulp, then poured herself another and drank that too, saying, “This teacup is too small.”

“Chun’er, what are you doing here now?”

Guiling asked.

“I’m here to report to you about work,”

Chun’er said, placing the teapot in front of Guiling as there was no more tea left. “My people have all been poached by the East Neighbor Club. Do you know who did it?”

“Who?”

“Your head secretary,”

Chun’er said to Zhigang, “Mo Qunfang.”

“Really her?”

Zhigang said, “It seems she knew it was hard to hide it any longer, so she resigned.”

Guiling said apologetically, “I’m responsible for this. I recommended her as your secretary. Zhigang, what do we do?”

“What do we do?”

Zhigang said with a smile, “Let’s celebrate with drinks.”

“Yes.”

Guiling also said with a smile, “We found out the reason we were talking about so quickly; it’s something to celebrate.” Zhigang

frowned and said, “But I still don’t understand why she did this.”

Guiling’s phone rang. She saw it was Huang Tingting calling and asked, “Tingting, what’s wrong?”

“A guest caused trouble and injured Wei Wenjing.”

“I’ll come down right away.”

Guiling said to Chun’er, “Wenjing is in trouble; you come down too.”

They entered the club’s lobby. Wenjing was sitting on the sofa crying, and Tingting was comforting her. Guiling asked, "Are you badly hurt?"

Tingting said, "Not badly hurt, but it's infuriating."

Just now, Wenjing, wearing a sash that read "Neighboring Village Sauce-Flavored Old Wine," was standing in the lobby. Someone in a tea room called for hot water, and Wenjing went in carrying a thermos, filling the teacups of four guests. As she put the thermos down to leave, one guest said, "Please sit down, let's chat."

Wenjing said, "I'm sorry, we don't allow waiters to chat with guests here."

The man became unhappy and said, "I'm paying you to chat, is that not allowed? Tell me, how much for an hour?"

Wenjing still politely said, "I'm sorry, we don't offer companionship services here."

The man slammed his hand on the table and shouted, "If a guest needs it, you should provide that service. I'll give you 1,000 yuan to drink with me tonight, okay?"

Wenjing said, "I'm sorry."

A guest next to her stood up and said, "The leader likes you, he thinks highly of you, why don't you appreciate it?"

Another guest also stood up and pushed Wenjing into the leader's arms. The leader took the opportunity to hug her, grabbing her breast with one hand.

Upon hearing the commotion, Huang Tingting entered, pulled Wenjing away, and apologized profusely. She then had a waiter take the opportunity to pull Wenjing outside. The other guests left, grumbling and cursing, saying they would never come to the neighboring village's guild hall again because the service was terrible.

Guiling asked Chun'er to accompany Wenjing back to her dormitory to rest. As soon as Chun'er and the others left, a nun stood at the entrance of the guild hall, carrying a satchel on her back, her hands clasped together, chanting "Amitabha." Guiling asked her, "Excuse me, Venerable Master, are you here to beg for alms?"

The nun replied, "Don't you recognize me, Benefactor Zhang?"

Guiling looked closely and recognized her; she was Master Jinghui from Baiyun Nunnery in Daishan. Guiling had hosted a party at the rice field in Pengjia Village, and Jinghui had even sung a few songs on stage.

"So it's Master Jinghui. Please come in."

Guiling ushered Master Jinghui into a tea room and told Tingting, "Tell Zhigang to come down."

Compared to before, Jinghui had gained a little weight, but this only made her appear more dignified and imposing, her gaze unwavering, exuding a Buddhist aura. She had almond-shaped eyes with upturned corners, which had captivated countless men in the past, but now she had shed her seductive charm, appearing peaceful and humble, yet still beautiful. Guiling then realized that many Buddha statues, whether male or female, had almond-shaped eyes. Guiling asked Jinghui, "When did you arrive in Shanghai, Master?"

"Two months ago."

Jinghui's gaze, which had been fixed on Guiling, flickered for a moment before calmly returning to her normal gaze. "One of my junior disciples from before I became a nun is now a businessman. He owns a piece of land in the suburbs. He's a Buddhist and has set aside a room specifically for worshipping Buddha, inviting me to meditate and chant sutras there."

At this moment, Zhigang entered, bowed to Jinghui with his palms together, and said, "Master Jinghui, you've come from afar. I'm so sorry for not welcoming you properly! My apologies!"

Jinghui said, "We're all old friends, no need for such formalities. I've kept your teachings at Baiyun Nunnery in mind, and I've gained much insight from them in recent years. It's an honor to meet you today, and I take this opportunity to express my gratitude."

"We're all old friends, no need for such formalities,"

Zhigang repeated Jinghui's words, causing her to smile. "Last time I visited Baiyun Nunnery, I heard you were traveling. Where did you go?"

"I first studied at a Buddhist academy, and then, in order to write my graduation thesis, I investigated the popularization of Buddhism and Buddhist customs in the secular world. I gained new insights into the survival and development of Buddhism in the secular world, and I plan to put it into practice, to bring Buddhism out of the mountains, into the people, and to spread it to a wider area."

"So you're going to stay in Shanghai long-term?"

"Whether it's long-term or not depends on fate, so I haven't made any plans for long-term or short-term."

Guiling said to Zhigang, "We were just about to send off a deity, and now we've welcomed the messenger of Buddha. Isn't this also a calamity?"

Zhigang said, "You mean Xiaofang?"

Guiling nodded, and then told Jinghui about the many misfortunes the company had encountered this year, continuing until Xiaofang resigned just now, and then asked, "Master Jinghui, do you think there's a calamity involved here? Can your arrival resolve it?"

Jinghui said, "Everything that happens is a calamity. As for whether it can be resolved, it's not up to me but up to you."

"What do you mean?"

"As long as you are wholeheartedly virtuous and sincerely worship Buddha, you will be able to easily resolve any calamity. Buddha is omnipresent. Whether I come today or not will not affect your ability to resolve karmic debts."

Seeing that it was time for dinner, Zhigang said to Guiling, "Tell the kitchen to prepare a vegetarian meal. We'll invite Abbess Jinghui to dinner."

Jinghui said, "There's no need to make only vegetarian dishes, and you don't need to wash the pots and pans. We use vegetable oil for cooking now, so it won't matter. You might as well serve some meat dishes too; I'll just eat the vegetarian ones."

Zhigang said, "I admire your attitude. Your devotion

to Buddhism isn't about formalities." "That's right. That's what I've realized over the past few years. I've been thinking about how to integrate the spirit of Buddhism with the daily lives and needs of ordinary people. Recently, I've been planning to try something like this: find a place to teach women needlework and other traditional skills, such as embroidery, tailoring, shoemaking, knitting, crocheting, flower arranging, etc. This preserves traditional craftsmanship while cultivating women's qualities and character. Although these aren't purely Buddhist activities, they are virtuous, self-cultivating, and in line with the spirit of Buddhism."

“You’re also making Buddhism relevant to the times,”

Zhigang said. “Actually, Buddhism itself has undergone significant changes since its introduction to China, adapting to the times. I suggest adding calligraphy and painting lessons, which are also ways to cultivate one’s character.”

“And another thing,”

Jinghui said, “we also want to hold some lectures to teach women about the beauty of a woman’s figure, speech, and social skills, to help them understand basic cultural refinement, and to know how to enhance their feminine charm.”

“That fits perfectly with our women’s salon,”

Zhigang said, recalling Sister Wu’s elegant demeanor. If more women could learn even half of her qualities, the world would be a more beautiful place.

Guiling said, “Then let’s hold it at the village hall in the neighboring village. We have the space, the clientele, and the brand of the women’s salon. The salon members can learn needlework and calligraphy, which will definitely be attractive to them.”

To show respect to Jinghui, Guiling instructed the kitchen to prepare only vegetarian dishes. After dinner, Zhigang said to Guiling, "Arrange for Jinghui to stay in the guest room for now."

Guiling said, "Okay. You take Jinghui upstairs and chat with her. I have other things to do, so I won't keep you company."

Zhigang helped Jinghui pick up her satchel and led her upstairs to the guest room. Zhigang put the satchel on the table and asked Jinghui, "I wonder how you understand Buddhist precepts now?"

Jinghui said, "Precepts are forms; faith in Buddhism is about the heart. Some precepts have evolved with the times, such as the precepts against drinking alcohol and eating meat, which are no longer strictly enforced."

"Have you evolved with the times?"

Jinghui knew what Zhigang meant by his question. She walked to Zhigang's side, put her arms around his neck, and looked gently into his eyes with her phoenix eyes, saying, "I came to see you today because I'm evolving with the times."

Zhigang wrapped his arms around her soft waist and silenced her cherry-like mouth with his tongue. She opened her mouth and extended her tongue to meet his. Zhigang pressed his penis against his chest and caressed her buttocks with his hands.

Jinghui's breathing changed from thin to heavy, her body from stiff to supple, and she began to writhe in Zhigang's arms. Zhigang's hands reached up from behind her blouse, found the hooks of her bra, unhooked it, and then moved from back to front, grasping her warm, soft breasts. Jinghui also pulled down Zhigang's pants, grabbing his already hard and thick penis.

They rolled onto the bed, completely naked. Zhigang loved her sexy body; it felt wonderful to touch. He touched her vulva; abundant fluid had already soaked the sheets. Zhigang, licking the moist clitoris, said, "If you don't let a man in here, how can you concentrate on chanting Buddhist scriptures?"

Jinghui was already moaning, panting, "Really. Since I broke my vows, I've been even more focused on chanting."

"When did you break your vows?"

"Only two months. Ah! Come in quickly, I'm so uncomfortable."

Zhigang slowly inserted his jade stem, gradually penetrating to the root. Her labia and the flesh on one side trembled violently, her body twisting, and her moans rising and falling.

Zhigang thrust violently into the woman beneath him. Her breasts trembled like tender tofu under the intense impact, her phoenix eyes tightly closed, forming two curved lines, her mouth open, moaning "Ah—ah—"

in pleasure. Zhigang's mind wandered for a moment, thinking, "Why doesn't Buddha allow believers to do such pleasurable things? Wouldn't allowing it make more people turn to Buddha?"

The woman reached her climax.

A scream that tore through the air filled the space, and her vagina seemed to expand with a surge of air, engulfing Zhigang entirely. Like Sun Wukong inside the Bull Demon King's belly, Zhigang thrashed and writhed inside her.

The woman gradually calmed down, knowing that Zhigang was still fulfilling her core. She smiled happily at him, still moaning intermittently amidst his ceaseless movements, experiencing the continuous, fleeting pleasure. She said, "The first time I saw you, I knew you wanted to sleep with me."

"Really? Then why didn't you tell me?"

"You didn't explicitly tell me either. I was just guessing, how could I say it? Besides, I hadn't broken my vows back then, so it was impossible for you to do it." "

You've broken your vows now, but you haven't returned to secular life. Is that right?"

"Yes. This has actually made me more devout to Buddhism, and I can do more for Buddhism, expanding its territory."

"To keep up with the times, you have to innovate and explore to have a future. This is the law of human development."

Zhigang's jade stem felt the jade lips writhing more and more vigorously, and the frequency was getting faster and faster. Knowing that another wave of her climax was coming, he began to sprint with all his might, spraying the primordial essence of life into her deep life channel. The woman beneath him also turned all her life force into a long and continuous shout: "Ah—" 02-12

Chapter 059 Removing the Firewood from Under the Cauldron

Chapter 059 Removing the Firewood from Under the Cauldron The women's salon in the neighboring village has added new content, namely, a needlework and calligraphy and painting teaching activity hosted by Abbess Jinghui.

The women's salon had originally moved to Hall 2 of the Neighboring Village Association, but now it's moved back. This back-and-forth has resulted in the loss of some members and significantly damaged the association's brand image. Everyone knows that moving there signifies expansion, while moving back indicates contraction. A business that shrinks will naturally lose its appeal.

The arrival of Abbess Jinghui revitalized the association's popularity. She first set up a Buddhist shrine in the lobby, with incense burning continuously. Members bow and clasp their hands in prayer upon entering. Needlework lessons are open daily, and Jinghui patiently teaches them every day. Soon, Jinghui couldn't teach everyone alone, so she recruited some of the more dexterous and faster-improving students to become instructors. Calligraphy and painting lessons were taught by teachers from the Daishan Town Cultural Station, outstanding members of the Neighboring Village Farmers' Calligraphy and Painting Society, and skilled calligraphers and painters from Anhui working in Shanghai. All instructors taught free of charge and were incredibly dedicated and tireless in their teaching.

The students' artwork was displayed in the clubhouse alongside works from the farmers' calligraphy and painting exhibition held on New Year's Day, and it was also available for sale. This greatly boosted the students' enthusiasm; in fact, most of their works were given away as gifts—rare gifts that money couldn't buy, and the best way for women to show off.

Teaching women traditionally considered women's duties might be seen as a step backward by some, but it's accepted by the vast majority of men and women. Hearing that the neighboring village's clubhouse teaches needlework, many business owners have enrolled their wives, mistresses, and lovers. Who doesn't want their woman to be more feminine? Which woman doesn't want to be more charming?

Zhao Hongxia, Wu Qiuzhen, and Zhang Yinhua also became calligraphy and painting instructors. When it was their turn, they would come to Shanghai and stay at the guild hall in a neighboring village for a month. Although their skills weren't great, they were more than capable of teaching these ladies and mistresses. They also had some basic needlework skills, having done it in their childhood, and could help Jinghui. Among these women who came to learn, some were highly educated and some were well-informed, but without exception, they were all terrible at needlework and calligraphy and painting. Even those with master's or doctoral degrees often had scraggly, illegible handwriting. This was a huge deficiency, both in terms of modern Chinese education and social atmosphere.

Hongxia didn't see Zhigang until her third day in Shanghai. Although Zhigang was no one to her and hadn't made any promises, she felt neglected. Knowing she was coming to Shanghai, she had been looking forward to this day, even imagining how she would meet Zhigang and how she would talk to him. But she hadn't seen Zhigang, and he hadn't come to see her, which saddened her.

Hongxia was unaware that the first two days of her visit were Saturday and Sunday. Zhigang spent his days in class and his evenings with Han Shuping.

A woman is undoubtedly very attached to her first man, whether he is her husband or someone else. Since being with Zhigang, Han Shuping had sex with him every week. Despite being over thirty, she seemed to be making up for all the years she had missed, and her sexual knowledge and skills had improved rapidly. She was now so fascinated by the feeling of Zhigang licking her entire body, enjoying the pleasure of his hard penis moving inside her, and she always reached orgasm. Zhigang said that this was rare; most women didn't reach orgasm every time, and some even longed for one but couldn't. Every Thursday, she would start hoping for Saturday to come quickly. She often thought, "Why didn't I find a man to have sex with earlier?"

Fortunately, Zhigang had missed too many classes recently and couldn't miss any more, so he met with Shuping every week.

This Saturday night, Zhigang took Shuping to Qiao Li's house. Mengyao pulled Shuping aside and whispered, "How about we switch today?"

"Switch what?"

Shuping asked, puzzled. Mengyao realized she didn't understand and stopped talking.

Shuping sat on the sofa next to Zhigang and asked, "That female writer Mengyao said she wants to switch with me, what does she want to switch for?"

Zhigang looked at her and said, "Guess."

Shuping blushed and said, "I can't guess."

Zhigang whispered, "She means she wants to switch men with you. I'll sleep with her, and you'll sleep with her husband."

Shuping blushed even more and said, "How can I do that?"

Zhigang said, "She doesn't know you've just been raped. Women your age are usually tired of having sex with their husbands, and many prefer to switch within familiar circles. You haven't experienced that yet."

Shuping said, "I won't switch."

"No, no. Not today,"

Zhigang said, "You'll want to switch someday."

Even though she wouldn't switch, what Zhigang said already aroused Shuping. She felt her labia open below, so she squeezed her legs together to relieve the discomfort. She whispered in Zhigang's ear, "What if I want it?"

Zhigang said, "If you want it, just do it. Nobody will think it's strange if you do it on the sofa."

"Don't talk nonsense. That's too embarrassing."

Zhigang secretly ran his hand down Shuping's thigh to her entrance. Shuping let out a soft cry and quickly pushed Zhigang away. At this moment, Mengyao walked over with a wine glass and asked, "What's wrong?"

Zhigang said, "She just had sex not long ago, and she's still embarrassed."

Mengyao smiled and said, "Life is about experiencing. You'll be fine after experiencing a few more men."

Mengyao gracefully walked away. Zhigang knew Shuping was uncomfortable, so he said, "Let's go upstairs."

"No,"

Shuping said, her face flushed, "I haven't even gone upstairs yet, how can I be so embarrassed?"

Zhigang picked Shuping up from the sofa and said, "I like your embarrassed look."

Shuping could only bury her head in Zhigang's chest and let him carry her upstairs. Zhigang threw her onto the bed, and she immediately ignited, stripping off her clothes and touching her breasts, saying, "Zhigang, come quickly."

Zhigang said, "Weren't you shy? Why are you so aroused again?"

"I'm uncomfortable. Hurry up."

Shuping got up, pulled Zhigang down as well, grabbed his hard penis, and shoved it into her vagina.

Zhigang moved inside her, saying, "Although you didn't want to take turns, you've already been infected by this atmosphere, and this is the first time you've been so aroused."

Shuping's orgasm came quickly, the first time it came so fast, and the first time she was so uninhibited, screaming and digging her nails deep into Zhigang's back.

Zhigang didn't ejaculate. Then, Shuping had a second and a third orgasm, each one higher and more intense, each one more ecstatic, until she felt destroyed to pieces by Zhigang.

On Monday afternoon, Zhigang went to the guild hall in the neighboring village to watch them learn needlework. Hongxia was also doing needlework in her spare time while teaching people to write; she was concentrating intently on embroidering a flower and bird painting by Zhang Yinhua. Zhigang came to her side and bent down to look at her artwork. After a while, she suddenly realized that she had pricked her finger with a needle in her panic. She cried out and quickly put her bleeding finger in her mouth to suck on it. Everyone else turned to look at her, and her face flushed red to the roots of her neck.

Zhigang smiled and said, "I'm sorry. I came to see you, not to ask you to prick your hand with a needle."

Hongxia rolled her eyes at him, a look that only Zhigang could understand—a mixture of shyness and sensuality, resentment and longing.

Knowing that Hongxia was shy, Zhigang went to watch Wu Qiuzhen and Zhang Yinhua teach painting. Wu Qiuzhen taught landscape painting, and Zhang Yinhua taught flower and bird painting, teaching with great skill and precision. They were about the same age as Zhigang, but they didn't know him well. When they married into Pengjia Village, Zhigang was already working outside, and they had only seen him a few times when he returned home.

Zhigang went outside and got into his car, sending Hongxia a text message: "I'm in the car outside, come out right away."

After waiting for a while, Hongxia came out of the door, opened the car door, and got in. Zhigang started the car, and Hongxia asked, "Where are you taking me?"

"A good place,"

Zhigang said, and the car drove out of the yard.

The neighboring village's guild hall was located in the urban-rural fringe area. The factory it rented was originally a village-run enterprise. Although urbanization was rapid, and the village's houses and streets were now indistinguishable from those in the city, there were still large tracts of farmland outside the village. Zhigang drove the car onto a narrow dirt road that could only accommodate one small car, and drove for a long time until there were no buildings or people for miles around, only some greenhouses growing vegetables and strawberries, before stopping.

Hongxia saw the familiar fields all around, as if she were back home, and felt a little more at ease, but she didn't know why Zhigang had brought her here. Zhigang cupped her face, kissed her lips, and reached his hand inside her neckline to grasp her breast. She returned the kiss with Zhigang's tongue, wondering why he had driven so far to kiss her. Zhigang reclined her chair and undressed her. She then understood what he was about to do and asked fearfully, "What if someone sees us?"

"Don't worry,"

Zhigang said, "he won't come near."

Hongxia instantly relaxed completely, as if only in the familiar scent of the fields and in this open space could she fully unfold her body. She spread her legs, feeling as if her flower was blooming towards the sky, absorbing the essence of heaven and earth, becoming enormous and empty, waiting for Zhigang's mountain-like jade pillar to enter. Zhigang pressed down on her like the sky, a towering mountain filling her body, her pleasure as boundless as the sky and as vast and open as the fields.

The climax arrived quickly, like lightning and thunder flowing into her body from the sky, shaking her, burning her, and making her vanish. She screamed, exhaling the air from her body, tightly hugging the body pressing down on her, wanting him to burn and vanish with her. She felt the two of them merge into one and disappear simultaneously, turning into nothingness, leaving only heaven and earth and air, but gradually returning to a wisp-like existence, gradually becoming two wisps, then forming a spider web that caught life, restored breathing, restored form, and returned to two tightly intertwined bodies... She opened her eyes, looking into the eyes of the man looking down at her, and in a daze felt that life was so beautiful, so she kissed Zhigang's lips that were close to hers. Zhigang moved slightly, and Hongxia felt a jolt of electricity throughout her body, knowing that his jade pillar was still deeply embedded in her body.

Zhigang said, "Daming is with you every day now, so why do you still seem so thirsty?"

"I don't know why,"

Hongxia said, looking at Zhigang with tender, affectionate eyes. "I crave you as soon as I see you, even after just being with Daming. Anyway, I like you, and I want to be with you like this."

"If you were my wife, would you want to do this every day?"

"That might not be as pleasurable as it is now. I prefer being your lover; being with you once makes me feel satisfied for a long time."

Zhigang brought her to three orgasms before reluctantly releasing his nectar deep within her. Night had fallen by then.

Jinghui's arrival didn't seem to bring good luck to Zhigang and the neighboring village company. Perhaps the bad luck wasn't over yet. When Manager Zhou, the landlord's representative from the neighboring village club, walked into Zhigang's office and said the rent was due, Zhigang was stunned.

Zhigang remembered the contract had five years left, and he had the right of first refusal to renew. How could it be due now? Manager Zhou took out a contract and said, "This is a supplementary contract that both parties signed at the end of last year."

Zhigang took the contract. It stated that both parties had reached a new agreement: the original lease term would be terminated early at the end of the fifth year, and the lessor would reclaim the property for other uses. The contract was two pages long. Zhigang turned to the second page, where the neighboring village company's official seal was clearly stamped in the lessee's section, along with Zhigang's handwritten signature. Zhigang had no recollection of such a supplementary contract, let alone signing it. How could he not know about something so important? But the seal and signature were clearly genuine. What was going on?

Zhigang opened the filing cabinet and found the earliest signed contract, only to discover that next to it was a supplementary contract exactly the same as the one Manager Zhou had brought. He understood—this was Xiaofang's handiwork! How could this little girl be so malicious? What was she planning?

This two-page supplementary contract also had an official seal stamped on the next page. Zhigang remembered that contract management used to be chaotic, and they didn't know how to use a cross-page stamp. After Xiaofang became his secretary, she organized all the contracts neatly and suggested that contracts should be stamped across the page in the future to prevent the content from being tampered with. He even praised Xiaofang for being smart and capable. This supplementary contract was definitely not signed by Zhigang; he signed a different contract. The second page only had two clauses, nothing more than generic phrases like "This contract is made in duplicate" and "Anything not covered herein shall be resolved through negotiation between both parties." The first page could be replaced with any contract. The cross-page stamp was obviously applied after Zhigang had signed and replaced the first page. No one but Xiaofang could have done that.

Knowing that Xiaofang did it, yet having no evidence, a lawsuit would be a sure loss. But the immediate problem wasn't that; it was what would happen to the company and the neighboring village's clubhouse? The company could rent another place to work, but for the neighboring village's clubhouse, this was tantamount to cutting off its lifeline; there was no time to do anything else, and closing down was the only option.

At Zhigang's suggestion, an emergency board meeting was held in the neighboring village's company conference room. Guiling, her eyes wide with rage, was about to confront Xiaofang when Zhigang stopped her, saying, "Settling scores with Xiaofang isn't the most urgent thing. Besides, you have no evidence. How can you settle scores with her? You might end up getting blamed on her."

Guiling said, "I can't swallow this. We kindly saved her, only to let a wolf into our house. We can't let this vicious woman get away with it."

Zhigang said, "You have to swallow it, whether you like it or not. We need to deal with this calmly, and we shouldn't be dealing with her personally, but with the consequences she's caused us."

Qianghui said, "Yes, I agree with Zhigang. Today isn't the time to discuss dealing with Xiaofang, nor is it the time for you to reflect on your actions. We need to focus on..." " We need to decide what to do next,"

Yuqin said. "It seems Xiaofang is a bit unreasonable, so the extent of the harm she's caused, or what else she's done, is still unknown. We need to conduct a thorough investigation."

Zhigang said, "Yes. We should focus on the contracts, such as the rental agreement for the school and the sales contracts for the liquor company, to see if they've been tampered with."

Lanhua said, "Since she could tamper with the rental agreement for the neighboring village's guild hall, the possibility of her tampering with the school's is also high. These files are all in her possession."

Zhigang said, "I think we should simply reduce the company's business to the bare minimum, and then concentrate our energy and resources on choosing a direction with greater development potential to start afresh."

“I don’t want to give up on the Lin Village Guild Hall,”

Guiling said. “I’ve gained a lot of experience over the past few years, and I feel that no matter which direction we develop in the future, the guild hall can belong to and integrate into that direction.”

“Cultural industry,”

Qianghui said. “Since fate has given us a new choice, we must choose the cultural industry. Guiling’s exploration of the Lin Village Guild Hall should actually be classified as part of the cultural industry. So I agree with Guiling’s opinion; the Lin Village Guild Hall should not collapse, but should become the starting point for a new development direction.”

“We will select one of the existing five schools that is suitable for the guild hall in terms of both location and building structure, and transform it into the new Lin Village Guild Hall,”

Zhigang said. “To prevent Xiaofang from doing anything wrong, we will communicate with the landlord again and sign a new contract if necessary.”

“That will require a lot of investment. Where will we raise the money?”

“We will transfer the other four schools. If the funds are still not enough, we will transfer the catering company.”

“Okay,”

Qianghui said. “Let’s cut our losses and focus our energy on the new Lincun Guild Hall, and develop the cultural industry from there. From now on, our industries will only consist of the Lincun Guild Hall, Lincun Winery, and Lincun Agricultural Products Base. I think these three are quite enough; it’s clear that we were too ambitious and tried to do too much.”

“Yes, it’s time to examine our past problems,”

Yuqin said. “Actually, the problems have been there for a long time and were bound to surface sooner or later. Xiaofang just acted as the detonator. Even without Xiaofang, someone else would have acted as the detonator. This is a mistake we made in strategic decision-making. In addition, we also exposed a fatal flaw in human resources, allowing a general manager’s secretary to easily bring the company to its knees.”

“Yes,”

Zhigang said. “I now realize that when a company develops to a certain stage, it must strengthen its internal capabilities and take steady steps to ensure healthy development. It’s not simply a matter of expanding its scale. The larger the scale, the more it depends on a reasonable and sound internal structure.”

The meeting made the following resolutions: 1. Zhigang will take the lead in handling the restructuring and downsizing of the company and the subsequent work, such as renting out the guild hall in the neighboring village; 2. Guiling will take the lead in rebuilding the guild hall in the neighboring village and maintaining the continuity and transition of some projects, such as the women’s salon; 3. Lanhua will be responsible for ensuring the stable development of the only profitable winery to solve subsequent funding problems; 4. The investment attraction work for the green agricultural product base in the neighboring village should be expedited to strive for profitability as soon as possible, or at least to reach a point where no further investment is needed.

As the lease neared its end, the follow-up work at the Neighbor Village Association was in full swing, with the most important task being the refund of membership cards, which required a large sum of money. The only continuous activity at the Neighbor Village Association was its salon events, including entrepreneur salons, women's salons, and needlework classes. These events were moved to a migrant workers' children's school, which was chosen as the new venue. The school's office and dormitory buildings were large enough, and renovations were carried out simultaneously with the relocation of the company headquarters and salon venues.

The entrepreneur and women's salons were suspended for two sessions due to the relocation, but Jinghui's needlework and calligraphy/painting classes continued uninterrupted. The students all had their own cars, so the relocation had little impact on them.

On Hongxia and the others' first day at the new address, Cunmei came to visit them. Cunmei admired Hongxia and the others' calligraphy and painting skills; she had missed the opportunity to learn because she had accompanied her daughter, Xiaojing, to Shanghai for psychological treatment. Watching Hongxia teach the students to write, she said, "Hongxia, I'll practice writing with you when I get back."

"When are you going back?"

"I'll go back when Xiaojing has summer vacation. She's going to high school in the fall and has to go back to study."

"How is Xiaojing now?"

Hongxia was one of the few people who knew the truth about Xiaojing.

"She's doing well. The psychologist and his wife are friends of Zhigang, and Xiaojing sometimes stays at their house. The psychologist is a PhD who studied abroad, and he charges a lot for an hour-long consultation. Xiaojing is getting a great deal living with them, and the treatment is particularly effective." "

Then I'm relieved. This is a crucial time for Xiaojing, and her grades are good; she should be able to get into a good university."

Cunmei whispered in Hongxia's ear, "Did you sleep with Zhigang?"

Hongxia blushed and didn't speak, which was an admission. Cunmei said, "I know he likes you. He won't let such a good opportunity slip by."

Hongxia quietly asked, "What about you?"

Cunmei said, "I'm with Daqun every day now, and I don't see him at all."

Wu Qiuzhen came over and asked, "What are you two whispering about?"

Cunmei said, "We're discussing which man should sleep with you tonight."

Qiuzhen spat at her and said, "Pah!

You can't expect anything nice from a dog's mouth." Cunmei asked her, "It's been almost a month since you left Xiaowu. Don't you miss him?"

Qiuzhen said, "Who's like you who can't live without a man for even a day?"

Zhang Yinhua also came over: "Cunmei, we've been here for so many days. Your Daqun should treat us to a meal."

"Okay. I'll treat you tonight."

Qiuzhen and Yinhua didn't know why Cunmei had come to Shanghai. They thought Daqun had made a fortune and brought his wife and children over.

Cunmei really did call Daqun and asked him to treat them to a meal. She also invited Zhigang over. Daqun had long harbored feelings for Cunmei's cousin, Hongxia, but he hadn't dared to express them. Since he started frequently swapping wives with Lan Hua and Gui Ling, his lustful nature had grown. Cun Mei noticed the meaning in his eyes when he looked at Hong Xia. Cun Mei whispered to Hong Xia, "Did you notice? Da Qun wants you."

Hong Xia blushed instantly and didn't dare look at Da Qun. After they'd drunk enough, Cun Mei said to Da Qun, "Take your cousin to my house first. I have something to do with Zhi Gang and the others."

Da Qun understood and left with the flushed Hong Xia. Cun Mei winked at Qiu Zhen and Yin Hua, saying, "Let's toast Zhi Gang again."

They drank Zhi Gang until he was quite drunk. Cun Mei told Qiu Zhen and Yin Hua to help Zhi Gang back to their dormitory by taxi and put him on the bed. Cun Mei asked Qiu Zhen, "Do you want to sleep with him?"

Qiu Zhen, seeing Zhi Gang asleep, said, "He's drunk, how can he still be good?"

"Watch me."

Cun Mei stripped Zhi Gang's clothes off, grabbed his limp penis, and put it in her mouth. She watched as his penis swelled several times its original size, becoming thick and strong.

Cunmei stood up and said to Qiuzhen, "You come."

Qiuzhen went up and grabbed the jade pillar, licking it from the base upwards with the tip of

her tongue. Cunmei removed her clothes, grabbed her breasts with both hands, and then stroked her labia, inserting her fingers directly inside. They used to do this often when they were left behind, using the instruments Xinyi had given them. Yinhua also removed her own and Cunmei's clothes, stroking Cunmei's vagina.

Zhigang, with his eyes still closed, turned over, pressing Qiuzhen down beneath him, and his thick jade pillar plunged into her vagina.

It was Qiuzhen's first time having sex with Zhigang, and she hadn't expected him to enter so directly, in front of the two women. She was both shy and happy, moaning softly.

Qiuzhen's orgasm came quickly, and Zhigang, already fully awake, brought her to the peak of pleasure.

Cunmei pushed Yinhua to continue. After all three women had orgasmed, Zhigang finally ejaculated inside Cunmei.

Chapter 60 Xiao Fang Recruits Troops

After Xiao Fang brought four girls to the East Neighbor Club, she left the remaining five girls, although they were her classmates, to Dali. Originally, she had partnered with Dali in this business, but after arriving at the East Neighbor Club, she abandoned him and went it alone. Dali, a grown man, couldn't manage the girls, so he handed the five girls over to Xiao Hong. With nothing to do, he continued to play mahjong at the card room.

Xiao Yong continued to be delivered to Dali every Saturday. Upon seeing Xiao Fang, he would immediately have sex with her without saying a word. This kid had grown up a bit; even Xiao Fang wasn't as strong as him. After he had his way with her, Xiao Fang laughed and said, "Xiao Yong, you're getting a great deal now. Others have to pay ten thousand yuan to have sex with me now."

Xiao Fang took Xiao Yong to the girls' dormitory at the East Neighbor Club. Li Xuehong and the other three girls shared a room, and now they had developed the habit of letting Xiao Yong take turns having sex with them. Xiao Yong saw two pretty college students had just moved in next door, so he dragged Xiao Fang over. Xiao Fang then told Xiao Qing and Song Juan to have sex with Xiao Yong. Xiao Qing found it quite novel and had sex with Xiao Yong once, letting him ejaculate inside her. She even felt some pleasure and grabbed his penis, saying, "You have to pay me."

Xiao Yong said, "I don't have any money."

Xiao Qing teased her, saying, "Men have to pay me when they have sex with me. If you don't have any money, ask your dad."

Song Juan told Chun'er about this, and Chun'er was shocked, saying, "This Xiao Fang is too wicked. Why would she harm a child like this?"

Chun'er told Zhi Gang. When Zhi Gang told Zhi Chun and Zheng Ting, they were both dumbfounded.

Zhi Gang said, "That bastard Dali, we can't let Xiao Yong see him again."

The next day, Zhi Gang took Zheng Ting, Zhi Chun, and Xiao Yong to Yu Qin's house, where Xiao Jing was also there. Xiao Jing had completely overcome her psychological burden and wasn't embarrassed to see Xiao Yong. She greeted him naturally and generously, saying, "Hello, Uncle; hello, Aunt; hello, Xiao Yong."

Zhi Gang pulled Wu Min aside and introduced Xiao Yong's situation. Wu Min said, "I'll talk to Xiao Yong for a while,"

and then led Xiao Yong into the study.

Perhaps due to having had an abortion, Xiao Jing appeared to be fully developed, and her breasts looked even larger than her mother's. When she first arrived in Shanghai, Wu Min spoke with her a few times and then said to Yuqin, "It seems you need to talk to Xiaojing."

Yuqin asked, "What should I talk to her about?"

"She has a strong sense of shame and inferiority right now. She feels like a dirty, shameless girl, and that's a reality she can never change. She thinks her life is over and she can only carry this heavy burden through life. You can tell her about your experiences and make her understand three things. First, her experience isn't as bad as she thinks; there are people who are worse off than her. Second, as long as she believes it herself, she is still pure and innocent. Whether her relationship with Xiaoyong was consensual or not is irrelevant. Third, sex isn't shameful; it should be a beautiful thing. However, she's not an adult yet and has experienced sex prematurely. If she doesn't do it now, she can fully enjoy its beauty when she's an adult."

Yuqin then shared her experiences with Xiaojing, telling her that she had been raped by her stepfather when she was 12 years old and was kept by him for a long time until she graduated from junior high school and left home forever. She told Xiaojing that even the most severe physical wounds can heal, but the most difficult to heal are the wounds of the heart.

Wu Min, after all, was a man, and Xiaojing couldn't have a deeper conversation with him, but Yuqin was different; Xiaojing quickly became very open with her. She told Yuqin that initially, Xiaoyong approached her for sex, and she agreed because she found it novel; Xiaoyong didn't force her. After having sex with Xiaoyong a few times, she felt quite happy and sometimes even took the initiative to have sex with him. She knew some sex education, but thought that Xiaoyong was still young and probably couldn't have children yet, so she didn't pay much attention until one day she realized her period was late. She looked up the reasons for delayed menstruation online and found that one possibility was pregnancy, which frightened her, and she told her mother. Her mother took her to the hospital for testing, and she still had a glimmer of hope, but the result was exactly what she expected—she was pregnant.

Yuqin told her that having pleasure wasn't a bad thing; it proved her physical development was normal, and she would discover even greater pleasures as an adult. However, premature sex would affect her development, growth, and even future fertility. She shouldn't enjoy future pleasures prematurely; that would be mortgaging her life.

Xiaojing asked, "Auntie, what should I do if I want to have sex now?"

Yuqin said, "You can control yourself now. As long as you don't do it for a while and don't think about it, you won't want it anymore."

"If I have sex occasionally now, will it have little impact on my health?"

"It should. Just like you've already had sex with Xiaoyong and had an abortion, as long as you don't do it again, it won't have a big impact. You can have sex occasionally now, but can you really keep it to just be occasional? Nobody can. So you must resolutely not do it."

Zhigang found a school for Xiaojing near Yuqin's house so she could stay at Yuqin's house after school. Xiaojing and Yuqin discussing these things became commonplace. In fact, every night Yuqin would describe her conversations with Xiaojing in detail to Wu Minxiang, and then Wu Minxiang would advise her on how to talk to Xiaojing the next day. Over time, Xiaojing and Yuqin became inseparable best friends, sharing things Xiaojing wouldn't even tell her mother, Cunmei.

When Zhigang brought Xiaoyong over, Xiaojing had fully recovered mentally and was preparing to return to her hometown to attend high school soon.

Wu Min talked with Xiaoyong for over an hour before leaving. Wu Min said, "Zhigang, why don't you have dinner here? I'll cook a few dishes."

Xiaojing happily said, "Uncle, I'll help you wash the vegetables."

"Okay. Xiaojing will help in the kitchen."

During dinner, Wu Min said to Zhigang, "Have your sister and brother-in-law bring Xiaoyong to stay with us. He can go to school nearby, just like Xiaojing. Xiaoyong is a very smart child, and he's at a crucial stage of growth. With better nutrition, his studies will improve." Zhigang

understood that Xiaoyong's psychological problems were serious and required careful treatment. Wu Min said this to avoid letting Xiaoyong know he was being treated, so as not to burden him.

Zhichun said, "We live so far away, how will we get to work?"

Zhigang said, "The company has already downsized, there's not much work, you can take a break for now, I'll cover your expenses, don't worry."

Zhengting said, "We can't just sit around doing nothing all day. Zhichun and I will find temporary jobs around here."

The next morning, Dali went to Zhigang's office. Zhigang asked him to sit down on the sofa and said, "You came about Xiaoyong?"

"Yes,"

Dali said. "Zhichun said you wouldn't let Xiaoyong see me?"

"I wouldn't let him."

"Why?"

"Because you're not fit to be a father."

"What right do you have to say that? You're just his uncle, what right do you have to interfere with his father's life?"

"Do you know what Xiaoyong does every time he comes to your place?"

"What does he do? Xiaofang takes him to the streets and the park."

"Xiaofang lied to you."

"Then what does she do with Xiaoyong?"

"She sleeps with Xiaoyong. Do you understand?"

"What?"

"Don't you understand? Xiaofang and Xiaoyong are having an affair. Not only does she sleep with Xiaoyong, she also takes him to those prostitutes, turning him into a little lecher who sleeps with any woman he sees."

"How is that possible?"

"If you don't believe me, ask Xiaofang yourself."

Dali went to the dormitory where the prostitutes lived in the East Neighbor Club and found Xiaofang, asking, "What did you do with Xiaoyong?"

"I do what I do with you."

Dali's anger surged: "You really did that kind of thing with him?"

"What do you mean by 'that kind of thing'? When did you become so reserved? Ask these girls, they all know how hard Xiao Yong's penis is. Don't you agree?"

"Yes,"

the girls said in unison.

One girl said, "Xiao Yong is pretty good, he can even bring someone to orgasm. I wonder if you're as good as him?"

Dali was furious, slapped Xiao Fang across the face, and turned to leave. He didn't understand why Xiao Fang was like this. She didn't lack men, why would she seduce a young boy?

Dali went to Zhigang's office again and said to Zhigang, "I'm sorry, I'm a bastard. Who knew Xiao Fang would do something like this?"

Zhigang said, "You can't entirely blame her. You clearly knew that Xiao Yong came to Shanghai because of sleeping with women, yet you always let Xiao Fang be alone with him. You bear more responsibility." "

Hmph. I won't let Xiao Fang off the hook."

"What do you want? You can't beat Xiao Fang."

"I don't believe it."

Dali huffed and left. Back in his dormitory, he lay on his bed, thinking about how to get revenge on Xiao Fang.

Hongyan came in, and Dali sat up and asked, "What are you doing here?"

"I'm here to help you,"

Hongyan said, sitting down next to Dali. "Now you know what kind of person Xiaofang is?"

"I don't need your help,"

Dali said, feeling his face burning with embarrassment. Hongyan had initially wanted to marry him, but for Xiaofang, he had broken up with her and even slapped her.

"You don't want my help? You think you can be a match for Xiaofang? Even Zhigang suffered a great loss because of her."

"Then aren't you a match for her either?"

"That's why we should work together to deal with her. Xiaohong also hates her. This little vixen is just malicious, stealing Xiaohong from Dapeng, stealing me from you, and then not cherishing what she has. She only does this kind of thing, she doesn't care about her own benefit, she's happy as long as she hurts others."

"You're right. It seems her purpose in harming Xiaoyong is to harm me, and she'll be happy once she achieves that. But I have no grudge against her, why would she harm me?"

"Who said you have no grudge against her? Who defiled her? Do you think she really forgot, and is even being nice to you?"

Dali suddenly realized that she still remembered this grudge. This little girl is too cunning, no wonder Zhigang suffered a loss because of her. Dali put his hand on Hongyan's shoulder and said, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have treated you like that. Do you still blame me?"

Hongyan pounded Dali's chest and said, "I blame you. I blame you for being too simple-minded, not only lustful but also fickle. I also blame Xiaofang for being too soft-hearted. Why didn't she kill you?"

Dali hugged Hongyan and said, "I'm sorry, it's all my fault. As long as you forgive me, I will marry you."

Hongyan broke free from Dali's grasp and said, "Do you think I'm really destined to be unmarried and insist on clinging to you? I'm not marrying you!"

Dali pulled Hongyan closer again, his tongue licking into her mouth. As soon as their tongues met, Hongyan began to suckle. Her body, which had been tense from resisting Dali, softened, allowing his hands to unbutton her clothes and knead her breasts.

It had been a long time since he'd been intimate with Hongyan, and Dali re-examined her body. Hongyan's breasts were much larger than Xiaofang's, white and soft, still incredibly elastic despite being touched by countless men over the years. Her vulva was still vibrant, rosy and glossy; a light touch of his tongue caused it to overflow with juice.

Hongyan hadn't entertained clients for a long time, and sometimes she hadn't had sex at all. Having been with so many men, she had become numb to sex, finding it no different from using a sex toy. When desire arose, she preferred using a sex toy—it was just as pleasurable and she could do as she pleased, unlike a client with whom she had to cater to their every whim. Only with men she liked did she desire and yearn for orgasm. She didn't like many men. Zhigang was one, but he wasn't interested in her; Dapeng liked Xiaohong, and sometimes he was casual with her. Only Dali was the man she wanted and could have. She knew Dali had slapped Xiaofang, so she swallowed her pride and came to Dali, still harboring some tenderness for him. Today, she placed her vulva against Dali's tongue, feeling as if she were facing her only man, truly opening herself up like never before.

The jade pillar smoothly penetrated her, like returning to her own home, and Dali breathed a long sigh of relief. It didn't have the tight grip of Xiaofang, but the delicate touch allowed Dali to experience a different kind of pleasure. The slightest movement of the labia and the inner walls made Dali feel Hongyan's pleasure and gain his own. Hongyan's fully enjoyed moans made Dali more confident, stronger, and harder. When the pleasure gathered in the vulva reached its peak, an orgasm suddenly descended, and Hongyan screamed as Dali destroyed her.

"Dali."

"Hmm?"

"Don't play mahjong anymore."

"I'll listen to you. I won't play anymore."

"Do something serious from now on."

"What do you mean by serious? Is what you're doing serious?"

"At least I won't lose money, and I certainly won't lose my wife."

"Why do you always bring that up? If I don't lose my wife, how will I have a chance to marry you?"

Not long after Song Juan arrived at the Donglin Club, Zhu Xianmin followed her there again. He went several times but didn't see Song Juan; she was always chatting with guests. He simply went to Song Juan's dormitory at noon when the girls weren't working. Song Juan didn't want to see him, saying that they could talk when they were at work, and if he couldn't get a turn, he should make an appointment; she wasn't allowed to receive guests now.

Zhu Xianmin had no choice but to make an appointment, and it took him a week to get a turn.

The Donglin Club had a special chat room. The room wasn't big, and there was an antique-style Kung Fu tea set in the middle. Usually, only two people could sit there. It was possible for several guests to hire one girl to chat at the same time, but this was rare. Most guests wanted to talk to the girls privately and then take them out for the night.

Song Juan invited Zhu Xianmin to sit opposite her and began the process of boiling water and brewing Gongfu tea. Xiao Fang had also given her a brief training session, and brewing Gongfu tea was one of the training contents. After Song Juan washed and sterilized all the teaware, she also filtered the tea leaves once; the second brew was the only one to drink. She filtered the tea into a measuring cup before pouring a cup of tea and placing it in front of Zhu Xianmin.

"Please have some tea,"

Song Juan elegantly invited.

Zhu Xianmin picked up his teacup, smelled it for a moment, took a sip, and then drank it all in one gulp, saying, "Good tea."

Song Juan refilled his empty cup, saying, "If it's good tea, drink more."

Zhu Xianmin grabbed Song Juan's right hand, which was holding the teapot, and said, "I'm sorry. I apologize to you."

Song Juan said, "You don't need to apologize to me. What your wife did wasn't at your behest."

"But it's because of me. I've wronged you."

"I'm not wronged. People in this line of work have to be able to endure grievances. What you need to do is settle things at home; that's your foundation. Everything outside is fleeting."

"My wife is just that kind of person; there's nothing I can do about it."

"Since your wife is that kind of person, you should restrain yourself. I don't object to men having women outside, but the premise is that the home is stable. If things get out of hand at home, you should give up the women outside."

"But what if I like you?"

“If you truly loved me, you would have married me. The fact that you won’t abandon your marriage to marry me proves you don’t truly love me. I’m well aware of my position and role; we’re just in a business relationship, so don’t let your emotions get too strong. A business deal can be terminated at any time.”

Zhu Xianmin was speechless, then picked up his teacup and drank it all in one gulp. Song Juan refilled it.

“Can you stay with me tonight?”

“I’m sorry. I can’t go out with you.”

“Why?”

“Because of what happened last time, you’ve been placed on an alternate list. We don’t allow people on that list to go out.”

“I promise I’ll be fine tonight.”

“That still won’t work. I don’t have the right to go with you unless Manager Mo gives special permission.”

“I’ll go find Xiao Fang.”

Zhu Xianmin went upstairs to Xiao Fang’s office, offering to pay extra for Song Juan to stay with him that night. Xiao Fang sat in the boss's chair, not even inviting Zhu Xianmin to sit, and said, "Sure, as long as Xiao Juan is willing, you're willing to pay."

Zhu Xianmin said awkwardly, "But Song Juan said she needs your consent first."

Xiao Fang said, "That's because Xiao Juan doesn't want to go with you, there's nothing I can do. We can't force a girl to go out, it has to be voluntary. Why don't you book Xiao Qing, she should be willing to go out with you."

"I don't want Xiao Qing, I only want Song Juan."

Xiao Fang spread her hands, "Then there's nothing I can do."

Zhu Xianmin left dejectedly.

There were more customers booking Xiao Qing than Song Juan. In terms of looks, Song Juan, with her big eyes, oval face, and fair skin, was prettier than Xiao Qing, but Xiao Qing was sexy and would engage in sexual activity with customers, so she was more popular. Li Xuehong and the other three girls had improved quite a bit after a period of training. Although they hadn't reached the point where they needed to book in advance, they were booked by customers as soon as they opened the door every day. The remaining girls were insignificant; customers wanted to sleep with them, but weren't willing to pay high prices. They were only at the level of Dapeng's KTV, not meeting the brand standards of Donglin Club.

Xiaofang's biggest problem now was the lack of female companions. All her high school classmates she could call had come, and those she couldn't wouldn't come immediately; they'd have to wait until after the college entrance exam. As soon as the national college entrance exam was over, Xiaofang couldn't wait to call her former classmate and vice-class monitor, Xiao Wei. Xiao Wei was a top student in the humanities class; with her knowledge, skills, and talent, posing as a college student as a female companion was no problem at all. She might even accidentally cultivate a renowned courtesan.

Xiao Wei and Xiao Fang had been in the same class since the first year of junior high. They were evenly matched in both looks and academics, appearing to be good friends on the surface, but secretly constantly competing with each other. Xiao Wei was more outgoing and willing to do extracurricular activities, while Xiao Fang focused all her energy on studying. At the beginning of senior high, the students spontaneously organized a school beauty pageant, and Xiao Wei and Xiao Fang were the two most popular candidates. Xiao Wei was very enthusiastic and even suggested that the school's Youth League Committee organize a public election, nominating several candidates and having them compete in talents and physical appearance before the students voted, with the candidate receiving the most votes winning the title of school beauty. The Youth League Committee was very supportive, but the result was disappointing. Xiao Fang refused to participate in the election and announced her withdrawal, allowing Xiao Wei to be elected school beauty without any suspense or excitement. Some said Xiao Fang was noble and virtuous, others said she was indifferent to worldly affairs, but only she knew that she was afraid of losing to Xiao Wei. By not participating, winning or losing didn't matter; at least people treated her and Xiao Wei as equals. Later, some classmates did indeed support Xiao Fang, calling her the "uncrowned school beauty," which pleased her greatly.

Xiao Wei answered the phone: "Hello?"

"Xiao Wei, how are you feeling?"

Xiao Fang's first concern was Xiao Wei's college entrance exam.

"It was alright. Anyway, I performed normally, nothing too good or too bad."

"With your grades, a normal performance would have gotten you into Fudan University."

Both Xiao Wei and Xiao Fang had chosen the humanities stream.

"Who dares to say? We'll only know when the scores come out."

"Waiting at home for the scores to come out is so stressful. You should relax after the exam. Why don't you come to Shanghai for a visit? I'll take you to the Oriental Pearl Tower and cruise the Huangpu River."

"I want to go out and relax, but I haven't decided where yet."

"Don't think about it, just come to Shanghai. I'll be your tour guide, and food and accommodation will be convenient. You just need to buy a train ticket."

Xiao Wei thought for a moment and said, "I'll discuss it with my parents and get back to you tomorrow."

The next day, Xiao Fang called Xiao Wei again to ask if she had made a decision. Xiao Wei said that her parents didn't object, but she still wanted to find a travel companion. She asked a few close classmates, but they had all already made plans to go elsewhere. She planned to ask a few more classmates the next day.

On the third day, Xiao Wei called Xiao Fang and said that she had found a travel companion—Shan Min from Class 2. They had arranged to go to Nanjing together the next morning and then take the high-speed train to Shanghai. Xiao Fang said, "Okay. Tell me your train number and arrival time in Shanghai when you get on the train tomorrow, and I'll pick you up at Hongqiao Railway Station."

The following afternoon, Xiao Fang asked Ming Li to drive to Hongqiao Railway Station to pick up Xiao Wei and Shan Min. Xiao Fang knew Shan Min, but they weren't close. Shan Min was of average appearance, just a little chubby, and her academic performance was excellent. The car drove into the courtyard of the East Neighbor Club. Looking at the club's luxurious exterior, Xiao Wei asked Xiao Fang, "Are you the manager here?"

Xiao Fang replied, "Sister Cai, who drives you, is the manager. I'm a shareholder."

Xiao Wei exclaimed in surprise, "You're a shareholder? Where did you get so much money?"

"I earned it. In Shanghai, any wish can come true, it just depends on whether you dare to dream and dare to do it."

"What kind of business do you do? You've earned so much in such a short time?"

"Want to join me? I guarantee you'll be as rich as me soon."

"I still have to go to university. After I graduate, if I can't find my ideal job, I'll follow you."

Xiao Fang had already prepared a table of dishes to welcome Xiao Wei and her friends. Zhou Zhimin came out of the private room to greet them, followed by Xiao Qing, Song Juan, Li Xuehong, and a large group of other young women.

Chapter 61 The Fierce Woman Xiao Wei

During the meal, Xiao Wei noticed that Li Xuehong and the others were prostitutes, but she didn't think much of it. She couldn't possibly imagine what they had to do with her, because back in school, she and they had never been grouped together; they were always seen as two different kinds of people with different futures, and they couldn't even hang out together. However, she still had a vague feeling that something was amiss.

After the meal, Xiao Fang arranged for Xiao Wei and Shan Min to go to separate rooms. Xiao Wei felt embarrassed and said, "We can just stay together, we don't need two rooms."

"It's okay,"

Xiao Fang said, "We have plenty of rooms here."

Closing the door, Xiao Fang said, "Xiao Wei, I'm really short-staffed here. Since you and Shan Min are here, why don't you work here for the summer? I guarantee you'll have a good income, enough to buy a house and a car within a year."

"Why do we need to make money like this?"

"Like Li Xuehong and the others."

"As prostitutes?"

"Yes. Actually, it's just being a chat girl, drinking tea and chatting with customers."

Xiao Wei understood a little, but still clung to hope, thinking Xiao Fang couldn't be that bad and wouldn't do anything to her, so she said, "We're just here for a few days. Our parents are waiting for us to go back. We still need to wait for the college entrance exam scores, choose schools, and prepare for enrollment. There's a lot to do. I can't work here."

Xiao Fang didn't have much patience and revealed her true colors: "You have to do it whether you want to or not. I'm afraid you won't have a choice now that you're here."

Xiao Wei stared wide-eyed at Xiao Fang's beautiful but cold face and asked, "Mo Qunfang, what do you mean? Are you trying to force me?"

"No, I won't force you. I'll give you a few days to think it over. What era are we living in now? It's the era of money. With money, you can have everything. What are you studying so hard to get into university for? Isn't it to find a good job and marry a rich man in the future? But now you can achieve all of that sooner, so why not? Why go through all that trouble and suffer?"

Xiao Wei fully understood that she had been deceived. The consequences were hard to predict, but they were certainly not optimistic. What should she do now? She remained silent, her mind racing. She could only stall for time, figure out the situation, and then look for an opportunity. She still harbored a glimmer of hope that Xiao Fang wouldn't do anything to her. After all, they were classmates, of similar age, and neither had much social experience. She hadn't usually seen how cruel Xiao Fang could be.

Xiao Wei said, "That's your perspective. We've chosen different paths. I chose to go to university and then take the arduous road of the workplace. Since I've made my choice, I'll stick to it."

Xiao Fang said, "Choice? Who really has the freedom to choose? Do you know how I got here?"

Xiao Wei only knew that in the second semester of her first year of high school, Xiao Fang suddenly disappeared from school, and no one knew where she went. Xiao Fang's parents went to the school to ask the teachers, and the teachers also asked a few classmates, but soon no one cared about it anymore. A few months later, Xiao Fang called a few close female classmates and said that she had found a job in Shanghai, a good company, and a good income, and many classmates envied her. So later, some of her female classmates dropped out of school, and no one cared, because these female classmates didn't have good grades, and it didn't matter whether they took the college entrance exam or not, the result was already certain, they would fail. They should be grateful that they could find a job now, knowing that many college graduates have a hard time finding work. But why did Xiao Fang come to Shanghai? How could she suddenly disappear without any warning? No one had thought about it.

"I don't know,"

Xiao Wei replied cautiously to Xiao Fang, still thinking.

“I was tricked into coming here by my cousin, who was my closest relative since childhood, the person I was closest to besides my parents. I only knew she worked in Shanghai, but I didn’t know she was a prostitute. She lied to me, saying her job was good and paid well, and invited me over to have fun, promising all the expenses would be hers. She was even afraid I wouldn’t come, saying her mother wanted me to bring a few things. So I went to her house and took a few of her clothes. I arrived just like you are now, but my cousin is too afraid to see me anymore, and I haven’t seen her since. When I first came, my attitude was the same as yours now. Do you know how I changed?”

Xiao Fang looked at Xiao Wei, and Xiao Wei looked back at her. Xiao Fang’s eyes were filled with hatred, while Xiao Wei’s eyes began to show fear.

“It’s simple. In our line of work, nobody wants to do it when they first start, but once you take their virginity, they’ll do it.”

Xiao Wei’s fear deepened. Xiao Fang continued, “A man raped me. I cried out to heaven and earth, but no one answered. I could only let him rape me. From then on, my dreams of college and university were shattered, my bright future was gone, and I became the kind of prostitute I used to despise, the kind of social scum I considered. And that’s the nicer thing to say. With all that makeup, what kind of prostitute? She’s a whore, a prostitute, a slut who sells her body.”

Xiao Wei listened, her heart pounding. When Xiao Fang said the last sentence, she gritted her teeth, her pretty face contorted. After she finished speaking, she glanced at Xiao Wei, and the coldness, hatred, resentment, and murderous intent in her eyes sent chills down Xiao Wei’s spine.

Xiaofang continued, "But it's strange, after I lost my virginity, I didn't care anymore. So what if I slept with a prostitute? If others can do it, so can I. And I even became lovers with the man who took my virginity. However, at the same time, hatred arose in my bones, hatred for everyone who made me who I am now, including the man I often slept with. This hatred is now flowing in my veins. I hate everyone, anyone I've ever met or known who is more respectable than me, especially someone like you who used to be my rival. Now I can't compete with you anymore, do you think that's fair? If I couldn't compete with you and lost, I would have no complaints, but now, I would rather die than accept it."

Xiaofang stared at Xiaowei with resentment and said viciously, "Xiaowei, I'll give you three days to think about it for the sake of our friendship. I won't ask you once during these three days. By this time on the third day, whether you agree or not, a man will come and take your virginity."

After Xiaowei finished speaking, Xiaofang turned and left without waiting for her to reply, closing the door behind her. Xiao Wei saw a burly man standing outside the door, clearly there to monitor her.

Xiao Fang entrusted Shan Mei's ideological work to Zhang Qiuyun, giving her three days in total.

On the third night, Xiao Fang handed Shan Mei over to Zhou Zhimin and Xiao Wei to Da Peng. Xiao Fang and Da Peng entered the room together. Xiao Fang asked, "Xiao Wei, have you thought it through? Do you want me to help you undress, or do you want me to leave and you can undress yourself?"

Xiao Wei sat on the bed and said casually, "Neither. I want you to go to jail."

"Go to jail? Haha,"

Xiao Fang laughed. “Even if you succeed and send me to jail, that’s a future matter. Right now, Da Peng is going to sleep with you. This is Peng Da Peng; he’s deflowered at least ten virgins. One more won’t matter.”

Da Peng took a step forward, and Xiao Wei stepped back from the bed. Da Peng said, “Don’t be afraid. I won’t hurt you too much, and I’ll make you feel very comfortable. You’ve never tasted a man’s flavor before. Once you have, you can’t live without men.”

Xiao Wei said, “Even if I wanted to taste a man’s flavor, I wouldn’t taste you. Don’t come any closer.”

“Don’t be stubborn. I don’t have the patience.”

Da Peng said as he pounced on her. Xiao Wei shouted, “Stop!”

Da Peng stopped. Xiao Wei jumped up and ran to the window opposite, where a square stool had already been placed. She stood on the stool and said, “Don’t come any closer, or I’ll jump.”

The sliding window had already been opened. It seemed that Xiao Wei was already prepared; she could jump as soon as she lifted her leg. Xiao Fang didn’t expect Xiao Wei to have this trick up her sleeve, but she immediately judged that Xiao Wei wouldn’t dare to jump. This is the third floor. Jumping from here would likely result in death, with serious injury being the most likely outcome. No girl would dare do that. Xiao Fang said, "Da Peng, you go up. Let's see if she dares to jump."

Da Peng lunged forward, and Xiao Wei, without hesitation, stepped onto the windowsill and jumped.

Since becoming Shen Peng's lover, Zhi Hong had rarely interacted with Jia Fang, but Jia Fang wouldn't let her off the hook, always calling her for favors, which she always refused. Jia Fang had recently tried to invite Zhi Hong to dinner several times without success. Later, Jia Fang told her that she had a boyfriend and insisted that Zhi Hong meet him to give her advice on whether the relationship was worthwhile. Zhi Hong couldn't refuse this reason, so she agreed. However,

when Jia Fang mentioned hosting the dinner at the Donglin Guild Hall, Zhi Hong objected. The Donglin Guild Hall was a spin-off from a neighboring village and was currently the biggest competitor of the neighboring village's guild hall; she couldn't afford to patronize their business.

Jiafang said, "But the neighboring village's guild hall has already closed down, so there's no competition anymore. Besides, it's common to patronize competitors; you have to understand and study them to defeat them."

Zhihong couldn't argue with Jiafang, so she had to follow her to the neighboring guild hall.

Jiafang's boyfriend looked to be in his forties, a bit balding, and wore glasses. He had a rather refined air about him. Jiafang introduced him as Yan Changsheng, the deputy director of a department in the district government. Accompanying him was a professor named Guo Huai-ren, also in his forties, of medium build, neither fat nor thin, with handsome features. A strand of hair on his forehead curled naturally, making him look even more dashing. The professor wasn't wearing glasses. Zhihong thought to herself, "These days, most people, whether educated or not, wear glasses. Why isn't the professor wearing them?"

Director Yan seemed to have a gentle personality and was very polite at the table. When the hot dishes were served, he used serving chopsticks to put food on Jiafang's plate first, then on Zhihong's, and then invited Professor Guo to start eating himself. This prompted Professor Guo to feign jealousy, saying, "Director Yan, don't overuse your gentlemanly manners. You should at least give me a chance to be attentive."

"Alright, alright,"

Director Yan readily agreed. "It's my fault for not being a gentleman enough. I've been so focused on taking care of the lady that I forgot to take care of the gentleman. Miss Feng Zhihong is in your care now, so please take good care of her."

Zhihong blushed at his words, but accepted Professor Guo's attentiveness with composure and pleasure.

When Zhihong went to the restroom, Jiafang followed her in and quietly asked, "Zhihong, what do you think of him?"

Zhihong deliberately asked, "Which one are you talking about? Professor Guo?"

Jiafang scolded, "You little bitch, you've got your eye on Professor Guo, haven't you? How about I help you two get together?"

Zhihong blushed and spat at her, "Pah! You should focus your attention on the section chief."

"Then tell me, can I marry him?"

Zhihong said, "Looks like you're serious this time. Doesn't he have a family?"

"He's divorced. His ex-wife liked money and was vain. Because his department didn't offer much lucrative work, and he didn't want to do bribery, his wife thought he was useless. They argued for over ten years and then divorced."

"He seems like a good person. He's just a bit older, more than ten years older than you, right?"

"Older people are more considerate. There are so many single women in Shanghai these days. It's already a blessing that he's willing to marry me."

“I’m not targeting you with the term ‘leftover woman.’ You’re a rich woman, and these days it’s all about older women dating younger men

. Finding a young man won’t be a problem.” “Can you really build a life with a young man? He’s only good for a little pleasure in bed. I want a home too, and I’d feel more secure with someone older. Besides, he’s a section chief, a respectable position.”

Zhihong said, “If you really want a life together, a lifetime commitment, this section chief is good. I support you.”

They had just sat down in their room when they heard a loud “boom” outside, followed by a chilling scream. Jiafang, who was closest to the window, rushed over, pulled back the curtains, and looked outside. It was pitch black; they couldn’t see anything. She shouted, “Quick! It looks like someone fell from upstairs!”

The four of them ran quickly out of the room, through the back door of the kitchen, into the yard. In the light shining from the window, they could vaguely see a long-haired girl lying motionless in a pool of blood, unconscious. Jiafang looked up and saw a lit window on the third floor. A head peeked out, then quickly ducked back inside. She quickly crouched down to pick the girl up, but then Director Yan said, "Don't move."

Jiafang looked up and asked, "Why?"

Director Yan said, "Don't move her now, to prevent internal injuries and bleeding from worsening. I'll call 120, you call 110."

Director Yan took out his phone and dialed 120, while Jiafang dialed 110.

At this point, all the guests in the clubhouse ran out, and several security guards also rushed over. Director Yan instructed the guards to maintain order and prevent onlookers from getting too close. Five minutes later, the police arrived and set up a cordon. Ten minutes later, the ambulance arrived, and paramedics lifted the girl into the vehicle, which then sped away with its siren blaring.

Jiafang said, "Let's go to the hospital together."

They got into Jiafang's car and followed the ambulance to the hospital. The girl was taken to the emergency room, and they waited outside. At this moment, a nurse came over and asked them, "What is your relationship to the injured person?"

Jiafang said, "We don't know the injured person; we were the first to find her jumping off the building."

"Have her family members come?"

"No."

Zhihong found it strange and asked Jiafang, "Why hasn't anyone from the East Neighborhood Hall come yet?"

Jiafang said, "That's right. Even if Zhou Zhimin and Cai Mingli don't come, they should send someone."

The nurse asked, "Can you help us contact her family so they can come and pay the fees?"

Jiafang said, "I'll pay for it first."

Jiafang followed the nurse to pay the fees. Professor Guo said to Zhihong, "This General Manager Peng is quite kind."

Zhihong replied, "She has a very good heart. Once, we rescued a prostitute at a karaoke bar, and she paid for her medical expenses first. Actually, no one has paid her back yet; she doesn't want the money anymore."

Professor Guo said to Director Yan, "Director Yan, this woman is good. Whether she has money or not doesn't matter, but her kind heart is rare. You could marry her."

Zhihong looked at Professor Guo and asked, "Are you here today to advise him?"

"Yes,"

Professor Guo smiled at Zhihong, "Aren't you here to advise him too?"

Zhihong nodded. Professor Guo asked again, "Then tell me, are you satisfied with Director Yan?"

Zhihong didn't answer directly, "When Jiafang and I rescued someone last time, there were two men with us, government employees like Director Yan. They were scared away, afraid it would affect their careers. Both of them were from Shanghai. Since then, Jiafang and I haven't liked people from Shanghai."

Director Yan said, "But I happen to be from Shanghai."

Zhihong said, "You don't look like someone from Shanghai."

"That's because you have a prejudice against people from Shanghai."

"Prejudice? I've only heard that people from Shanghai have a prejudice against us outsiders."

Professor Guo asked Director Yan, "Why weren't you scared away today?"

"Why would I run away?"

"Aren't you afraid of being possessed and affecting your career?"

“Don’t be afraid. The more you fear trouble, the more it will find you. Don’t think that officials are afraid of trouble just because they want their positions. In fact, only those who dare to take responsibility can be good officials. Those two people you mentioned are definitely not promising and will never become high-ranking officials.”

Zhihong said, “Yes. In terms of rank, they are definitely not as high as you. One is the director of the tax office, and the other is the secretary of the town government.”

Director Yan said, “Those people are not even qualified to be my secretary.”

Jiafang returned, and Zhihong said to her, “Jiafang, I have good news for you.”

“What good news?”

“You have passed the assessment. Director Yan has decided to marry you.”

Zhihong’s words made the usually generous Jiafang a little embarrassed. Professor Guo said to Zhihong, "You're speaking too soon. We can only say they can get along; whether they get married depends on how well they get along."

Zhihong said, "I think there's no problem. As long as both sides agree to be together, they will definitely get married in the future."

At this moment, two policemen approached, one of whom asked them, "Who are you to the injured person?"

Director Yan introduced the four people and their situation to the police. The policeman said, "According to our preliminary investigation, this injured person is a high school student who was tricked into becoming a prostitute by the Donglin Club. They forced this girl into prostitution, and when she refused, she jumped off the building. Now, the owner of the Donglin Club, Zhou Zhimin, the general manager, Cai Mingli, the shareholder, Mo Qunfang, and the manager of Langchao KTV, Peng Dapeng, are on the run for suspected crimes of rape and organizing prostitution. If you have any information about them, please contact us immediately."

Jiafang said, "They ran away? No wonder no one from the Donglin Club has come yet. What about this girl?"

The policeman said, "If you have time, please take care of her for now. We'll talk about it after we find her family. Is that alright?"

Jiafang said, "Sure. No problem."

“If you have financial difficulties, we’ll figure it out together.”

“No problem. Don’t worry,”

Jiafang said.

“Thank you so much,”

the policeman said with a sigh of relief.

The emergency room door opened, and a nurse came out. Jiafang rushed up to her and asked, “How is she?”

“Both legs fractured, internal bleeding, but she’s out of danger now,”

the nurse said. “We need to observe her until tomorrow morning to determine if she can have surgery. One of you stay here, the rest of you can go home first.”

Zhihong said, “Jiafang, you take them home first, I’ll stay here by myself. You can come back tomorrow.”

Jiafang said, “Okay. I’ll come back first thing tomorrow morning to relieve you.”

The next morning, Jiafang came to the hospital again. Xiaowei had already started surgery. She said to Zhihong, "Go back and rest, I'll wait here."

Zhihong said, "I'm not sleepy, I'll just wait here for the surgery results."

Jiafang said, "Why don't you go to my car and sleep for a while?"

Zhihong said, "Okay, I'll go sleep in a bit."

Jiafang said, "What kind of situation is this? Why do we always have to run into these kinds of things? I hope this little girl won't end up like Xiaofang. We should have just not saved Xiaofang in the first place, so she wouldn't have done so many bad things."

Zhihong rolled her eyes at her and said, "Someone like you, could you have not saved Xiaofang back then? If we hadn't taken care of her, you would have regretted it to this day, and you would have blamed yourself for the rest of your life. I think we did this not entirely for their sake, but also for our own peace of mind. Who told us to be so soft-hearted?"

In the afternoon, before Xiaowei came out of the operating room, her parents arrived at the hospital. Xiaowei's parents looked like honest, simple farmers, and they were constantly in tears and at a loss as soon as they arrived. Jiafang comforted them, saying, "Don't worry, the surgery will be over soon, there won't be any problems."

Xiaowei's father, Xiao Zhiguo, held Jiafang's hand and said, "Thank you all for saving Xiaowei. I'll tell Xiaowei to repay you in the future."

Jiafang said, "No need for repayment. As long as Xiaowei gets better, we're relieved."

The operating room door opened with a "whoosh," and Xiaowei was wheeled out. Her face was free of sores, revealing a clean and beautiful face, still unconscious under the effects of anesthesia. Her parents rushed over and cried, but Jiafang pulled them back, saying, "Don't block the nurses from doing their work."

Xiaowei was taken to the intensive care unit. Jiafang and Zhihong helped arrange everything, then gave Xiaowei's father a business card, saying, "We're going back now, we'll come back to see Xiaowei tomorrow. Call me if you need anything."

Jiafang drove all the way to the new address of the company in the neighboring village. They went into Zhigang's office, where there were quite a few people, including Guiling, Lanhua, and Zhichun, who were discussing the matter. They learned that after Xiaowei jumped out of the window the previous night, Zhou Zhimin, Cai Mingli, Dapeng, and Xiaofang became frightened and, taking advantage of everyone running to the backyard, drove off through the main gate in a car. The police questioned the security guards, guests, and waiters at the Donglin Club, but couldn't find the boss, so they immediately concluded that the four had escaped. They set up a roadblock and closely monitored the surveillance footage at various intersections. Before dawn, the four were intercepted and arrested by the police at the Hangzhou highway exit.

“That Xiao Fang is a complete menace,”

Gui Ling said. “She not only ruined Xiao Wei and those girls, but also Da Peng and Zhou Zhimin.”

“Hmph,”

Zhi Chun said sarcastically, “and people still say good things about her, calling her smart, capable, and a real talent. They even recommended her to Zhi Gang as his secretary, and as a result, they lost both the Neighbor Village House and the Neighbor Village Guild Hall.”

Gui Ling knew she was talking about her, and she smiled as she came over and hugged Zhi Chun, saying, “Zhi Chun, I’m sorry, I was wrong. I was blind back then, how could I have fallen for such a menace?”

Zhi Gang said, “I think Xiao Fang is mentally ill. She was deceived and tormented, so she hates everything and tries to destroy everything she can. If she gets sentenced, she’ll need to see a psychologist in prison.”

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