[Urban] The Romantic Encounters of a Working-Class Boy (Complete) - 25-27

Chapter 45 Daiju and Xiaofang

When Dali first arrived at the migrant workers' home, he was like a fish in water. Although most of the wealthy women already had regular migrant worker lovers, these lustful women still frequently changed lovers. Dali used his position for personal gain, often arranging for himself to go out and experience the pleasures of these wealthy women. But after a while, he discovered that these wealthy women were not easy to please, and almost all of them had strange fetishes.

Wang Jiemin needed two men each time, one was always Zhou Xinfeng, and the other was frequently changed. Dali arranged for himself to have sex with her once; she demanded that after entering, he must move non-stop so that Dali would ejaculate quickly, and then she would have Zhou Xinfeng take over. At this time, he had to lick Wang Jiemin's breasts, make her hold his penis, or put his penis in her mouth to suck. He had to enter her again immediately after Zhou Xinfeng ejaculated and continue moving non-stop. Each time, it had to be at least twice before Wang Jiemin would stop. Later, Dali realized that Wang Jiemin was actually the easiest one to please.

Yingying looked only twenty-four or twenty-five years old. She was a mistress, and of all the wealthy women, she spent the most time with migrant workers. The tycoon who kept her spent most of his time with his wife and other women, so he didn't have much time for her. Therefore, she had to seek out migrant worker lovers, and she frequently changed partners. Dali, seeing that she was young and beautiful, arranged for himself to sleep with her. After Dali finished showering, she handed him a hemp rope about the thickness of a little finger, saying, "Tie me up."

Dali was puzzled and asked, "Why?"

The woman frowned and said impatiently, "Just tie me up, what's with the fuss?"

Dali had no choice but to pick up the rope. Yingying sat naked on a chair with her hands behind her back, telling him to tie her hands tightly first. Then, one end of the rope was passed diagonally from her left shoulder to her right side, and the other end from her right shoulder to her left side. One rope on the left, one on the right, one horizontally, one vertically, binding her completely immobile. Her breasts were deformed from the rope bindings, and Dali felt a pang of heartache at the sight.

Yingying began to moan, a series of moans, some long, some short, some soft, some loud. Then she said to Dali, "You have to be fierce when you fuck me."

Seeing that Dali was still stunned, she said, "I'll pretend to stop you, then you tie me up, and then you hit me and fuck me. Understand?"

Dali then realized that she had this strange fetish, liking to be fucked. She should have said so earlier. He went up and slapped her across the face, leaving five red finger marks. She pleaded, "Stop hitting me, please let me go."

Upon hearing this, Dali went behind her to untie the ropes. She asked sharply, "Who told you to untie the ropes?"

Dali said, "Didn't you tell me to let you go?"

"Then you couldn't listen to me, you had to keep hitting me and fucking me. Understand?"

Dali didn't know which of her words to listen to. But he still understood that she only felt good when he fucked her, so he slapped her twice more, making her cry, and then spread her legs, only to find that his penis was still limp. Seeing him like this, Yingying stopped crying and asked him to put his penis in her mouth and suck it until it was hard before entering her. Then she asked him to slap her.

Dali barely managed to ejaculate inside. Yingying said, "Next time, find someone else. You're no good."

Dali never again arranged to sleep with these rich women so easily. He also understood these rich women; none of them lacked men, and renting rooms here to sleep with migrant workers was an abnormal fetish.

Fortunately, Hongyan came often, so he didn't lack women. What surprised him was that Xiaofang also came to see him.

Xiaofang's injuries had completely healed, and Guiling had arranged for her to work as a clerk in the office. She was closer to Dali. Dali had his own dormitory at the migrant workers' home. That day, he had eaten dinner outside and came back. As soon as he opened the door, he found Xiaofang standing behind him. He said happily, "Xiaofang, you're all better?" Xiaofang silently

walked into the room, and Dali followed her in. Xiaofang turned around, hugged Dali, and kissed him. Dali was ignited by her and picked her up, throwing her onto the bed. As Dali was undressing her, Xiaofang also undressed herself. Her body, as white and beautiful as an ivory carving, made Dali reluctant to violate her. Although her penis was larger than before, it was still as green as a newly sprouted bamboo shoot, its tips pointing upwards at two cherry-like nipples.

Dali gently spread Xiaofang's legs apart, revealing a slit between her sparse hairs. He licked it from bottom to top with the tip of his tongue, and it quietly opened, the two petals moving further and further apart, revealing a second ring of petals in the middle. Under the gentle touch of his tongue, the second ring of petals opened into an oval shape, revealing the stamen inside, glistening with dew.

Dali inserted his penis into the center of her flower, and the petals closed, gripping his jade pillar tightly like a hand. Dali gently thrust in and out, feeling a gap between the petals, and increased the force. Xiaofang remained calmly with her eyes closed, letting him do as he pleased. But gradually, ripples appeared on her face, like on a calm lake, and then she opened her mouth and began to moan. Suddenly, as if hit by a bullet, her body jerked upwards, and she screamed, "Ah!"

Her first orgasm had arrived.

Dali was busy repeatedly delivering his essence into Xiaofang's cave when he heard the door open behind him. He turned around and saw Hongyan enter.

Hongyan shoved Dali aside and slapped Xiaofang twice, cursing, "You filthy bitch. You weren't beaten to death last time, and now you want another beating?"

Dali panicked and slapped Hongyan twice in return: "Who the hell are you to tell me what to do with women? If you want to have sex with me, I'll have sex with you!"

Hongyan covered her face, crying, and ran out. Xiaofang sat up, and Dali stroked her face, asking, "Does it hurt?"

"It's okay,"

Xiaofang said calmly. "Compared to that beating, what's this?" Dali

said, "I'm sorry. I'll never speak to Hongyan again."

Xiaofang looked at him with her beautiful eyes and said, "Whether you speak to her or not is none of my business. "

Dali was somewhat displeased, thinking, "I turned against her for you, how is it none of your business? "

She got dressed and asked, "Dali, do you want to make money?"

Dali said, "Of course, who doesn't want to make money?"

"Let's cooperate and make money using your place."

"How do you want to make money?"

"You have migrant workers here. I'll find a few older women to sell to them, and we'll collect the money."

"But Dapeng won't let us collect money from the migrant workers."

"Idiot. You'll report to him after you collect the money? Can't you keep it from him? Besides, he's the

one who doesn't allow us to collect money from the migrant workers who sleep with rich women." Dali thought about it and realized he was right. Why not take advantage of such a good opportunity? Of such a large number of migrant workers, only a few can sleep with rich women, and even those who do often have a fear of their strange habits.

"Okay,"

Dali said, "Let's do it this way. You find the women, and I'll find the migrant workers."

Xiaofang's first thought was Daiju.

After dinner, Xiaofang said to Daiju, "Daiju, I'm going to Dali's place. Will you come with me?"

Daiju agreed. They were only one building away from Dali's place. Upon arriving at Dali's room, Dali made tea for them, and they all sat down to chat. A short while later, there was a knock at the door, and a migrant worker entered. Dali invited him to sit down and have some tea, then said to Xiaofang, "Come out with me for a moment, I have something to say."

Xiaofang and Dali went out, closing the door behind them. The migrant worker began to undress, and Daiju asked, "What are you doing?"

The migrant worker replied, "What am I doing? Doing you. Dali already paid me."

"Nonsense,"

Daiju said angrily, "I'm just accompanying Xiaofang on a visit, not as a prostitute."

She then turned to leave. She opened the door, Dali and Xiaofang came in, and she closed the door again. Dali said, "Daiju, your husband isn't here, you're just sitting around doing nothing anyway, why don't you let him do it for you? I'll pay you."

Daiju didn't answer and insisted on leaving. Dali gently pushed her onto the bed, saying, "Don't be stubborn. People want to sell themselves but don't even have the chance."

Daiju said, "I won't sell myself. I'm going to scream! Help!"

Dali slapped her, saying, "I'll make you scream. I'll slap you for every scream. Let's see if your mouth is faster than my slap."

Daiju continued to scream, and Dali slapped her several times until blood trickled from her mouth. Dali said, "Looks like you'll have to use force."

Dali pressed Daiju onto the bed, and Xiaofang helped him take off Daiju's clothes. Daiju cursed Xiaofang, "You little bitch, I've served you for so long, and you repay kindness with enmity, making me a prostitute. You'll die a horrible death!" Xiaofang

slapped her back, saying, "Shut up."

They raped Daiju, and Dali said to the migrant worker, "Brother, come on."

The migrant worker shrank back and said, "I quit,"

and ran out the door.

Xiao Fang said, "You filthy bitch, you ruined our business. Dali, you go first, then we can do it next time."

Dali then took off his clothes, pried open Daiju's labia with both hands, and forced his way in. Daiju

screamed in pain, "Ah!" Her vulva was still tightly closed, and Dali's penis slammed in, causing her excruciating pain. Dali was also uncomfortable; the vulva was gripped too tightly, like a layer of skin being pulled off, and he felt pain too, but he continued thrusting. The vulva never opened, and Dali barely managed to ejaculate inside. Releasing the

sobbing Daiju, Dali said, "Next time, you can do whoever you want. If you don't obey, I'll do you again."

Daiju put on her clothes and ran back to her dormitory. Dailan saw her come back crying, and she sat on the bed still crying. She didn't know what was wrong, and Daiju wouldn't say anything when asked. Seeing her clothes disheveled and her hand covering her groin, she guessed she'd been raped, so she asked again, "Who did it?"

Daiju said, "It was Dali."

"That bastard! I'm going to settle the score with him!"

Dailan stood up to leave, but Daiju grabbed her, saying, "Sister, I don't want to make a big deal out of this. I'm afraid Zhigang will leave me

if he finds out." Dailan knew how much Daiju liked Zhigang, and she didn't dare to hope for anything more. Just being his mistress and sleeping with him would be enough for her. Zhigang also liked Daiju very much. Although it was far from the point of marriage, he often had Daiju keep him company at night, at least for now, he considered Daiju his closest woman.

Dailan sighed and asked, "How are you? Did he hurt you?"

Daiju shook her head and said, "He and Xiaofang made me sleep with a migrant worker. He wanted money, but I refused, so he raped me."

"Xiaofang is that bad too? They're making you a prostitute. I'm going to report them."

"No."

Dailan poured a glass of water and handed it to Daiju, saying, "Drink some water and rest. You might be torn down there; you can't have sex for the next couple of days."

"What if Zhigang comes?"

"I'll stay with Zhigang when he comes."

"Then I'll have to trouble you, sister."

"Trouble?"

Dailan laughed and said, "Little sister, you don't know the hunger of the starving."

Daiju also laughed and said, "Sister, I was being selfish. As long as Zhigang is willing, he'll be ours from now on."

"You're willing?"

“Who told you to be my sister? Blood is thicker than water. When I was injured and hospitalized, even my own man was nowhere to be found. Only you took care of me.”

Dailan hugged Daiju and said, “Precisely because we’re sisters, I won’t compete with you for Zhigang. Of course, it’s good if you’re willing to share him with me, but if you’re not, I don’t want him.”

Just then, Zhigang arrived. Seeing Daiju lying in bed, he asked, “What’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell?”

“Yes,”

Dailan said, “her stomach hurts. She probably ate something bad.”

“Then she needs to rest well. Be careful what you eat in the future.”

Dailan said, “President Feng, please sit down.”

Zhigang sat down and said, “From now on, don’t call me President Feng except during work hours or in front of outsiders.”

Dailan said, “I’m used to it, I can’t change it.”

“You still need to change. I treat you as my own sisters, what can’t I call you?”

“Okay. I’ll try my best.”

Zhigang looked at Daiju with concern and said, “You two rest, I’m leaving.”

"Don't go."

Dailan held Zhigang down, preventing him from standing up. "Daiju isn't feeling well. I'll stay with you tonight."

Zhigang glanced at Daiju; she was facing inwards, pretending to be asleep. Zhigang said, "Isn't this inappropriate?"

Dailan said, "Sister, say something."

Daiju opened her eyes and said to Zhigang, "You told us not to be strangers, so I'll call you Zhigang. But you have to listen to me. We sisters are yours; you can do whatever you want with us."

"Well..."

Zhigang still felt a little embarrassed. "Let's go to my place."

Dailan looked at Daiju, who said, "Go ahead. I need to rest."

Zhigang led Dailan to his apartment, and only then did he examine her from a man's perspective for the first time, discovering that she was actually quite beautiful. When she first came to ask Zhigang for help, he helped her out of compassion and a sense of justice, feeling a sense of sacredness, without any romantic feelings.

Although he was actually helping Daiju, it was Dailan who asked him for help, so he didn't feel that same sense of sacredness towards Daiju.

Dailan was still wearing her cleaning lady uniform, which immediately masked her feminine scent. It was then that Zhigang noticed her exceptionally good figure. She was taller than Daiju, making her slimmer, with high breasts, a narrow waist, and large hips—her proportions were undeniably alluring. She was gentler than Guiling and prettier than Lanhua, yet possessed the same competence and maturity. Zhigang thought to himself that many talented women left behind in rural areas were actually hidden; given the opportunity, they could certainly produce many figures like Guiling and Lanhua.

Zhigang removed Dailan's blue uniform, unbuttoned her shirt, revealing a close-fitting pullover undergarment. Because of her slender, flat abdomen, her full breasts seemed to hang precariously, about to fall. Zhigang removed the undergarment from her head, took off her bra, and her pair of white breasts, like doves, fluttered out, swaying up and down.

Unlike her younger sister's rounded and strong curves, the older sister was sexy and alluring. Zhigang grabbed her swaying breasts and said, "It's such a shame that no man enjoys such a sexy woman."

Dailan was already panting and unable to control herself. She had already taken off Zhigang's clothes, caressing his firm chest and back, and then grabbed his hard penis.

Zhigang lifted her up and placed her on the bed, exposing her flower to the bright light. When this flower bloomed, it resembled a rose, with petals curled up in circles, obscuring the stamen in the center. Zhigang gently parted the petals with the tip of his tongue, revealing the bright and dazzling stamen inside, soaked in her vagina. He couldn't resist any longer and thrust his penis straight in, letting the petals dance around it.

Dailan was already screaming and moaning incessantly. She hadn't had sex for more than half a year, and she didn't know how she had endured it. Especially recently, seeing her sister and Zhigang so intimately entwined made it even harder for her to bear.

The climax quickly surged forth. It was the pent-up thirst and desire of more than half a year, condensed into a monstrous wave, slamming Zhigang onto the beach like a small fish. Zhigang felt like he had become white foam in the waves, being sucked into the sand.

Zhigang and Dailan made love five times that night, all at Dailan's request. Before dawn, Dailan got up and left. She was a cleaner and had to get up early to clean. Zhigang lay alone in bed, once again experiencing the hardship of women left behind in rural areas. Their most youthful years were spent in this situation, and by the time things improved, their youth was often gone. This phenomenon of large groups of women living as widows, wasting half their lives, was common among the Huizhou merchants over a hundred years ago, and was even more cruel and ruthless due to feudalistic ideas. Back then, women didn't just waste half their lives, but their entire lives. Some women never even saw their husbands after marriage, remaining virgins until old age. Their common thought was to support their husbands in their careers so their children would have a good education and life. However, women today are naturally much freer than women back then. Finding a man to temporarily satisfy their physical needs is sometimes understood, and even if not, it doesn't necessarily lead to cruel family or clan punishments that could endanger their lives.

However, this often contradicts their original intentions when it comes to their children's education. The psychological impact of broken homes on left-behind children is often overlooked. Lacking a father's masculine influence and guidance, their upbringing may be even more demanding than their mothers'. Xiaoyong is a case in point. Thinking of Xiaoyong, Zhigang didn't know what to do with him, nor could he predict what kind of person he would become. But one thing was certain: he would struggle to become a healthy, normal person.

Having barely slept all night, Zhigang drifted off to sleep again. He was woken by his phone ringing; it was already 10 a.m. He turned on his phone; it was Guiling calling: "Zhigang, where are you?"

Zhigang groggily replied, "I'm at home."

"What's wrong? You sound like you haven't gotten up yet. You're definitely not sick; you must have been with a woman several times last night, right?" "

Hehe. Guiling knows me best."

"Get up quickly; I have work to report."

"Okay. I'll be right there."

Zhigang rushed to the office; Guiling was already waiting on the sofa. Zhigang asked, "Is there something important?"

"Can't I report to you if it's not important? You're doing a pretty carefree job as boss, not working during the day, sleeping with women at night. Sooner or later, women will drain you dry, turning you into a zombie."

Actually, Zhigang rarely let sleeping with women affect his work. Even if he didn't sleep all night, he would still be at work on time the next morning. Today was an exception, perhaps because he was too exhausted from being with the thirsty Dailan last night.

"Okay, okay, Sister Guiling, I accept your criticism, I won't do it again."

"Zheng Ting's security department should be under your direct management, but Zheng Ting comes to me for everything. If I don't report to you, you'll blame me for overstepping my authority."

"I don't blame you. The more overstepping the authority, the better, then I'll have more time to sleep with women." "Dream on.

Zheng Ting seems a little afraid of you, is it because you objected to him being with Zhichun?"

"I'm not objecting anymore. You would have objected from the beginning too."

Guiling finally vented her anger and laughed. Although she now had Weiqiang, she was still jealous of Zhigang's affairs with other women.

"Zheng Ting, along with three security captains who had served in the military and a secretary, spent a month compiling a set of standards, including regulations, rules, and guidelines. They've already sent you an electronic copy. We're just waiting for the board to review and approve them before implementation."

"Good. What's he doing now?"

"He's been organizing over a dozen security captains for several days of training. Although the standards haven't been approved by the board yet, it's unlikely there will be major changes. He doesn't want to wait and has already started using them as teaching material. Once the board approves, he'll require everyone to memorize them. After the written training, he'll have several instructors give the captains a thorough training session. They'll practice posture, saluting, formations, and capture techniques. Unqualified captains will be dismissed, and qualified captains will have to go back and train their team members properly."

"Well done. Looks like I'm not involved."

"Of course you are! He wants to replace two captains."

"Which two captains?"

"One is the third brother from the neighboring village's 'Home of the First' branch, and the other is Zhou Changshui from the neighboring village's 'Guild Hall No. 2' branch."

"Oh, these two are quite influential. Why does he want to replace them?"

“Third Brother is a bit of a condescending senior, and being disabled, he's stubborn and finds fault with Zheng Ting's new rules, which annoys Zheng Ting. Zhou Changshui is Zhou Zhimin's relative; he's a gambler with many bad habits and doesn't respect Zheng Ting, especially since the new rules prohibit gambling, which he's even less willing to comply with.”

“This is within Zheng Ting's authority, so it's none of my business.”

“Hmph. Just pretend. You'll be in trouble if you cause any.”

“Fine. I'll cover for you. But you should still talk to Third Sister-in-law so Third Brother is aware. I'll talk to Zhou Zhimin about Zhou Changshui.”

“Didn't you say you wouldn't interfere?”

“Hehe. Sister Guiling, I was just joking. This is what I'm thinking: let Zheng Ting do whatever he wants. Those he eliminates, whether team leaders or members, we'll take them in, train them, and try to reassign them to suitable positions. I believe everyone is talented; it just depends on where you put them.”

“What if we take them in and train them, and then nobody wants them?”

"Well, there was no other way, so we fired them. Including Third Brother and Zhou Changshui."

Zhichun suddenly ran in and said, "Zhigang, you're here. There's a fight."

"Who's fighting?"

"Daiju and Xiaofang."

Zhigang and Guiling looked at each other, wondering why the two of them were fighting. Guiling asked, "Where are they now?"

"I've separated them, and they're both back at their posts. Daiju is my person, and Xiaofang is Guiling's person. Zhigang, what do you think we should do?"

Zhigang smiled and said to Guiling, "Looks like you really don't want to make things easy for me. You two can discuss this and handle it yourselves. "

Zhichun said, "I think Xiaofang is in the wrong." Guiling

asked, "What exactly happened?"

"Xiaofang asked Daiju to bring her a bottle of hot water to her dormitory, but Daiju refused and told her to boil the water herself. The two started arguing. They couldn't resolve the argument, so they started fighting. I happened to be patrolling over there when I saw them, and I couldn't separate them. Later, I called my third brother, and they finally separated them. Look, they even scratched my arm."

Zhichun rolled up his left sleeve, and sure enough, there were three or four scratches on his arm.

The cleaners at the migrant workers' home weren't obligated to fetch water for the tenants. When Xiaofang was recovering from her injury, Daiju always boiled the water and brought it to her, and it became a habit. After Xiaofang recovered from her injury, Daiju kindly continued to bring her hot water without complaint. However, recently Daiju had distanced herself from Xiaofang and stopped bringing her hot water, which led to today's conflict.

Guiling said, "It doesn't seem like Xiaofang is to blame. She didn't know the situation and thought bringing hot water was a cleaner's duty."

Zhichun was unhappy: "How can you say it's not Xiaofang's fault? She's very arrogant and even hit Daiju first." Guiling

, wanting to protect Xiaofang, also said unhappily, "We'll have to investigate who started it first. I don't think a cleaner should have a conflict with a customer."

"Alright, alright,"

Zhigang said, annoyed. "I think you two are deliberately causing trouble for me. Can't you stand me being quiet? Two low-level employees are fighting, and since it's not my turn to intervene, you're not happy, so you personally intervened and started fighting each other, insisting that I handle both of you, is that it?"

Guiling and Zhichun fell silent. Zhigang said, "The company rules are there. You handle it according to the rules, don't expect me to interfere."

Guiling and Zhichun walked out of Zhigang's office. Guiling smiled and said to Zhichun, "Since they're not going to interfere, let's each take care of our own business."

"How do you mean each taking care of our own business?"

"You deal with Daiju, and I'll deal with Xiaofang.

" "I'm not going to deal with Daiju.

" "Then I won't deal with Xiaofang either."

"Hmph. You should be careful with that girl Xiaofang; she's not simple."

"Daiju has already slept with Zhigang; you'd better watch out so she doesn't get too big for her britches."

Chapter 046 Zheng Ting Supervises Xiaoyong

Chapter 046 Zheng Ting Supervises Xiaoyong Third Brother and Zhou Changshui were the oldest security guards in their respective units, and they both disapproved of Zheng Ting's behavior. Especially Third Brother, who had always been good to Zheng Ting. He had long discovered that Zheng Ting was climbing over the back wall in the middle of the night and had even secretly followed him. He saw Zhichun open the door and let him in, knowing that the two were consensual, so he didn't disturb them. But he didn't expect that after Zheng Ting became the temporary head of the security department, he would constantly embarrass him. Knowing full well that he wasn't well-educated, he was still forced to memorize security rules, code of conduct, duty roster, patrol points, and so on. He'd been punished by his teacher for not being able to recite Chinese texts in elementary school, so asking him to memorize things was even more of a stretch. He was convinced that Zheng Ting had become the temporary head of the security department because of his relationship with Zhi Chun, having latched onto Zhi Gang's coattails, and that he, of course, had turned a blind eye to Zheng Ting and Zhi Chun's affair while on night shifts.

Zheng Ting was very strict with the team leaders' study sessions, requiring everyone to memorize a whole bunch of documents approved by the board of directors word for word. He led by example, reciting them himself. His memorization skills had been honed through self-study exams, and besides, he'd personally compiled these rules and regulations, so he was already familiar with them and could recite them fluently after a few reads. But the team leaders suffered. If they were good at studying and had good grades, who would want to be a low-paid, discriminated-against, constantly stressed, and working day-and-night security guard?

Everyone had to pass an exam, which Zheng Ting personally administered. The test-takers not only had to memorize all the regulations, but also answer Zheng Ting's questions, such as: What is Article 3 of the Security Guard Code of Conduct? Which article and clause of which regulation states "The service recipient is always right"? After painstakingly memorizing everything, they still couldn't answer the questions Zheng Ting posed. The captains who ultimately passed were determined to go back and use the same methods to torment their team members, just to vent their anger.

All the other captains passed the test, except for Third Brother and Zhou Changshui. Zhou Changshui could at least barely recite some of it, but Third Brother didn't memorize a single word. Zheng Ting said, "Third Brother, we're all farmers, uneducated, yet we can all recite it. It's not as difficult as you think. Just memorize a little each day, and you'll definitely pass."

Third Brother said, "I'm slow-witted, I can't memorize. I refuse to believe I can't even be a security guard."

Zheng Ting said, "Third Brother, from now on, if you can't recite the regulations, you really can't be a security guard at the neighboring village company."

"Then just fire me. I don't want your little bit of money anyway."

Helpless, Zheng Ting had to report to Gui Ling, saying, "If Third Brother doesn't cooperate, I'll have to fire him."

Gui Ling said, "Then fire him. What are you afraid of? Afraid of Third Sister-in-law?"

"I'm not even afraid of Feng Zhigang, why would I be afraid of Third Sister-in-law?"

"Oh, you're quite something. I feel like you're quite afraid of Feng Zhigang. Otherwise, why do you always report to me instead of Feng Zhigang?"

"That's now. Before, I really wasn't afraid of him. Now that he doesn't object to my relationship with Zhichun, I'm actually a little concerned. Isn't this because I want to improve my relationship with my brother-in-law?"

"Let me give you an idea. We need Lan Hua to handle this with Third Brother."

"Then go talk to Lan Hua for me."

"What, are you afraid of Lan Hua too?"

"Okay, okay. I'll go myself."

Zheng Ting walked into Lan Hua's office. Lan Hua knew why he was there and asked, "Zheng Ting, Third Brother said you're a petty person who's gotten ahead. Are you?"

Zheng Ting retorted, "Do you think I am?"

Lan Hua stared at Zheng Ting and said, "I don't think so. You want me to talk to Third Brother?"

"Yes. I'll have to trouble you to help with this."

"I know him; he really can't memorize it. Just eliminate him."

Zheng Ting said, "President Chen, I really don't want to eliminate him. Do you know why?"

"Why?"

"First of all, my goal isn't to eliminate anyone, but to improve the quality and ability of the security personnel. I believe everyone can do the job; the key is whether they're willing to do it. Eliminating anyone is a last resort. Secondly, because Third Brother is your husband, I absolutely have to let him pass."

Lan Hua smiled and said, "You don't need to consider this relationship."

Zheng Ting said, "You misunderstood. I'm not considering Third Brother's relationship with your boss, but your future marital relationship."

"Oh? You're quite nosy, even concerning our marital relationship."

"If Third Brother continues like this, the gap between you and him will widen. How much in common will you have left? You can ignore it and maintain your relationship with him for many years. But these days, isn't it said that love needs constant renewal? And that feelings need to be kept fresh? Think about it, if you and Third Brother continue like this for a long time, will your feelings stay fresh?"

"Whether they stay fresh or not, he's still my husband. How could I not want him?"

“It’s not a question of who wants whom, but of mutual need. I believe you wouldn’t abandon Third Brother just because he’s not well-educated, but do you need him? Don’t you hope that when discussing business management and development, he can at least listen and understand? Is your need for him just to sleep with you at night? If that’s the case, you can sleep with anyone else.”

Lan Hua said with some surprise, “I didn’t realize you were so eloquent. No wonder Zhi Chun can’t live without you; I thought she couldn’t bear to part with your skills in bed.”

“If it were just because of my skills in bed, I wouldn’t have gotten her at all. I have to thank Feng Zhigang for that; he forced me to get a bachelor’s degree, which allowed me to read some books and thus get Zhi Chun. Reading makes you understand many principles.”

“Is that so? You mean you want me to force Third Brother to study too?”

“Think about it from your third brother’s perspective. What does he need from you? I believe that from a marital perspective, he doesn’t need your general manager status or ever-increasing wealth; he needs you to communicate and interact with him as an equal. But can you two interact as equals right now? Your status and money are actually pressure for him. No matter how much you pay attention, he’ll feel that you’re stronger and richer than him, which will make him feel inferior, affecting your communication and ultimately your relationship.”

“I understand what you’re saying. The gap between husband and wife isn’t something you can bridge just by wanting to. No matter how good I am to him, the gap will still exist, and it might even widen. It’s not about who dislikes whom. Even if you could live like this for a lifetime, it would be tragic.”

“Yes. Even if you’re considering your third brother’s pride, you have to push him to improve himself. Otherwise, what you think is protecting his pride is actually making him more vulnerable. Like Zhichun and me, we’re both learning and improving, and we often discover new charms in each other.”

Lan Hua laughed and said, “So you’ve been lecturing me all this time just to brag about your relationship with Zhichun?”

Zheng Ting smiled at Lan Hua and said, “Did I brag?”

In truth, Lan Hua already understood, and she thanked Zheng Ting for saying so much today. Third Brother's personality had become increasingly eccentric in recent years, and she knew the imbalance in a man's heart. She thought the monotony in their marriage stemmed from the fatigue of spending so much time together, so she played wife-swapping games with Gui Ling and Jia Fang, hoping to keep Third Brother interested in other women. For a while, it worked, but after a while, even sleeping with Gui Ling and Jia Fang lost its novelty. Lan Hua believed she could tolerate Third Brother's temper and would never leave him, but this wasn't a good or only solution. She thought, "It seems I still don't truly understand Third Brother. Not to mention me, which of these women he slept with isn't better than him? No wonder he can't maintain his balance.

" "Zheng Ting, thank you,"

Lan Hua said sincerely. "Even if you've eliminated Third Brother, I'm still glad I suggested you manage the head office's security department."

Zheng Ting didn't know what method Lan Hua had used, but Third Brother had indeed begun to cooperate. Since he was willing to cooperate, things were easier. He wasn't in a hurry for Third Brother to pass the exam immediately; there was still military training content, so taking the exam together wouldn't be too late.

Third Brother's participation in military training was another challenge. Lacking a left arm, his body was unbalanced; he couldn't stand straight, his center of gravity shifting to the left. The instructors constantly had to correct his posture and gait. Fortunately, his attitude changed, and he successfully passed the training assessment, as well as the theory exam. With Third Brother passing, Zhou Changshui had no choice but to try his best to pass as well.

Lan Hua now held Zheng Ting in high regard. She went to Zhi Chun's office and said, "I never knew Zheng Ting was so capable. Zhi Chun, I used to think you couldn't live without him because of his skills in bed, but now it seems he doesn't attract you that way."

Zhi Chun blushed, embarrassed, and said, "Unlike you, always thinking about men."

Lan Hua said, "You don't want to? Okay then, I like Zheng Ting. Would you let him sleep with me once?" Zhi

Chun's face turned even redder. Seeing her shyness, Lan Hua deliberately teased her, saying, "I won't sleep with you for nothing. Let Third Brother sleep with you, let you have a taste, okay?"

Zhi Chun didn't speak, but punched Lan Hua's arm hard. Just then, Zhigang rushed in and said, "Zhichun, your son has gotten into big trouble."

Zhichun was shocked and asked, "What happened to Xiaoyong?"

Zhigang looked at Lanhua and said, "Daqun's wife called and said your son Xiaoyong got her daughter Xiaojing pregnant."

Zhichun didn't believe it and said, "How could that be? Xiaoyong is only 13 years old; he doesn't understand matters between men and women."

"Who says he doesn't understand?"

Zhigang wanted to tell her about Xiaoyong and Xinyi's affair, but then thought it was best not to. "Cunmei said Xiaoyong seduced Xiaojing."

"We can't just listen to her side of the story,"

Lanhua said. "Xiaojing is two or three years older than Xiaoyong; she's definitely developed and understands matters between men and women better than Xiaoyong. It's more likely she seduced him." Zhigang

said, "We can't discuss that now; we need to figure out a solution quickly."

Lanhua said, "Xiaojing is still in school; she has to have an abortion."

Zhigang said, "That's for sure. What about Xiaoyong? We can't leave him in the countryside any longer; without anyone to restrain him, he might do something else."

Zhichun asked Zhigang, "What do you think we should do?"

"First of all, we definitely need to bring him to Shanghai. The problem is, who will take care of him once he's here? Zhichun, you certainly can't control him, and Dali is unreliable,"

Lanhua said. "Let Zheng Ting take care of him. That kid might have a way to deal with Xiaoyong."

Zhigang said, "I've thought about that too, but Zheng Ting and Zhichun aren't married yet. Even if they were, he'd be a stepfather, would he dare to take care of him?"

"I think he would dare to take care of him,"

Lanhua said. "He almost got rid of my third brother, what wouldn't he dare to do?"

Zhichun said, "I'll talk to him and see what he thinks."

Zheng Ting was already working in the newly established security department office at headquarters, but he still lived in the dormitory of the migrant workers' children's primary school in Linxiang Village, commuting to work by bicycle every day. Zhigang didn't mention arranging a dormitory for him at all, but Guiling had suggested that Zhichun arrange it, which Zhichun didn't do. She and Zheng Ting thought the same way; they weren't married yet, so it wasn't appropriate for them to live together openly, and Zheng Ting still had to fulfill his contract. Arranging a dormitory nearby would also inevitably raise suspicions. Another reason was that Zheng Ting was fully engaged in training the security captains, which had made them resentful and everyone was watching him. He didn't want to cause any more trouble.

Zhichun sent Zheng Ting a text message with only three words: "Come tonight."

After work, Zheng Ting went back to the elementary school, ate in the cafeteria, read for two hours, and then rode his bicycle to the migrant workers' home. He entered the migrant workers' home before his third brother closed the side door. Zhichun had already returned from Zhihong's house, showered, and was waiting for him.

Zheng Ting went into the bathroom, showered, and came over naked, embracing Zhichun without even putting on his pajamas. Zhichun said, "I have something to tell you."

"No rush."

Zheng Ting used his right index finger to pull up the low neckline of Zhichun's pajamas, leering at her two snow-white breasts and nipples, and said, "Let's talk after we've done it."

Zhichun had no choice but to let him do as he pleased. They now maintained a routine of doing it once a week, satisfying their physical and mental needs for the week while maintaining a certain intensity of desire and longing. Zheng Ting gently laid Zhi Chun on the bed, unbuttoned her nightgown, and admired her pure white, beautiful breasts.

He had slept with women before, all prostitutes, each time a hurried quickie before leaving. Zhi Chun, however, was the first woman he had ever been with, allowing him to truly experience what pleasure was, making her incredibly precious to him.

Zhi Chun grasped Zheng Ting's hard penis and put it in her mouth. She was now completely uninhibited; she had never done this before, but today she particularly craved to suck on Zheng Ting's penis. Her rare initiative and such wanton behavior aroused Zheng Ting even more, and he couldn't help but moan with pleasure as he was sucked.

Zhi Chun knew that if she didn't let this penis enter her, something bad would happen, so she lay down, spreading her legs, letting her beautiful, vibrant flower bloom before Zheng Ting's eyes. Zheng Ting inserted his burning hot penis into her flower, feeling as if a red-hot iron rod was being plunged into cool, clear water.

The climax arrived at the perfect moment. Zheng Ting felt the surging tide burning him like a raging fire, yet he found the burning sensation strangely pleasurable, willing to be happily destroyed within it. He exerted all his strength, using his jade pillar to stir the flames, like tending firewood, causing the fire to rise higher and higher into the air. His jade pillar also caught fire, spewing forth a beam of flame that pierced the sky, reducing everything to ashes.

So perfect, so selfless—this was the pinnacle of love between a man and a woman, making Zhi Chun forget her past with Dali, and making Zheng Ting forget all his past experiences.

Zheng Ting lay back on the bed and asked Zhichun, "What did you want to say?"

Zhichun then remembered why she had called him over and said, "I want to bring my son, Xiaoyong, here."

"Bring him here."

"Do you know why I want to bring him here?"

"Why?"

"That little bastard, he got Daqun's daughter, Xiaojing, pregnant."

"What? How old is Xiaoyong?"

"13."

"Can 13-year-olds have children? Was someone else who got him pregnant, and you're framing him?"

"Xiaoyong himself admitted it. "

"He really did it?"

"Really." "

That damn Dali isn't human, and his son isn't human either."

"What are you saying?"

Zhichun glared at Zheng Ting with her beautiful eyes. "Xiaoyong is also my son."

"Oh, I'm sorry."

Zheng Ting pulled Zhichun into his arms and kissed him. "I forgot that Xiaoyong is still your son."

Zhichun rubbed Dali's well-developed pectoral muscles repeatedly with his palm and said, "This child has been spoiled by Dali's parents. He needs someone to discipline him now. I can't control him anymore, so I want you to discipline him. Is that alright?"

Zhichun propped his chin up with his left hand and looked at Zheng Ting's expression. Zheng Ting said, "I have no problem managing him, but I have to be strict with this kid. Don't you feel sorry for him? And what about Dali? Won't you think I'm a stepfather abusing my child?" "

Of course I feel sorry for him. It's just that I can't bring myself to be harsh, that's why I'm letting you manage him. Don't pay attention to Dali; everyone here will speak up for you."

"Okay. I've managed to control so many difficult security captains; I don't believe I can't handle this little rascal."

"You're the rascal."

"Oh. Sorry. I forgot again. But when I'm managing him, don't protect him like this.

" "I'll stay away and not watch you manage him."

"I have one more condition."

"What condition?"

"Let me do it one more time."

Zhichun chuckled, grabbed Zheng Ting's little brother, and said, "I'll do it a hundred times."

The next day, Zhigang was about to set off to pick up Xiaoyong himself when Lanhua came over and said, "Daqun beat up Dali."

"Really? How badly?"

"Pretty badly; Dapeng took him to the hospital."

"No wonder. His son ruined such a lovely daughter; he deserves to suffer in his son's place."

"What a tragedy,"

Lan Hua said. "The adults work in Shanghai; how can they leave these kids in their hometown? Luckily, I brought them to Shanghai a long time ago."

Zhi Gang took Xiao Yong over, and Zheng Ting took him to school to live with him, making it convenient for him to attend classes. Xiao Yong knew he had gotten into serious trouble and was a little scared when he saw Zheng Ting's face, so he was obedient. Zheng Ting wasn't harsh with him, but he kept a close eye on him.

Every day after work, he would go back to the school dormitory and take Xiao Yong to the cafeteria for dinner. In the evening, he would have Xiao Yong do his homework at the only table in the dormitory while he sat on his bed reading.

On Saturdays, Zheng Ting would bring Xiao Yong to Zhi Chun's place for dinner at Zhi Hong's house. He would also take Xiao Yong back to school to stay overnight. If Xiao Yong wanted to see his mother again on Sunday, he could come over again. Before handing Xiao Yong over to Zheng Ting, Zhi Gang told him about Xiao Yong and Xin Yi's affair and specifically warned him not to let Xiao Yong stay overnight at Zhi Chun's place. This kid was young and didn't know any better; he was afraid that Xiao Yong might not be able to control himself and might do something inappropriate.

Zheng Tong often visited his godfather Zheng Ting's dormitory to play, and Xiao Yong and Zheng Tong quickly became good friends. Zheng Tong was two years younger, but familiar with the environment, and would take Xiao Yong around after school. Zheng Ting didn't want to be too strict with Xiao Yong; besides, you couldn't keep an eye on him all the time, and children need to play. Sometimes the two children would run to Zheng Tong's house after school, eat there, and do their homework together. When Zheng Ting came home from work, he would eat in the cafeteria before picking up Xiao Yong.

Zheng Ting never expected that Xiao Yong would have an affair with Zheng Tong's mother, Tong Yan.

That day, Tong Yan was cooking in the kitchen when Xiao Yong came in and grabbed her breasts. She was shocked and pushed Xiaoyong away, saying, "What are you doing? You can't do this, don't you understand?"

Xiaoyong said, "How could I not understand? I've been with women before."

Tongyan was shocked again: "What do you know, you're just a kid. Don't talk nonsense."

"I'll show you if you don't believe me."

Xiaoyong said, squatting down and pulling Tongyan's underwear off from under her skirt. Before Tongyan could react, Xiaoyong's fingers were already inside her. She immediately went limp, spreading her legs and letting his fingers stir inside her. The pleasure she hadn't experienced in over half a year overwhelmed her. She turned off the gas stove and quietly said to Xiaoyong, "Come with me."

Xiaoyong withdrew his fingers from Tongyan's vagina. Tongyan picked up her underwear and quietly led Xiaoyong into the bedroom. Zheng Tong was still doing her homework in the living room, completely unaware.

Tongyan lay down on the bed and said to Xiaoyong, "You said you've been with women before, so try it."

Xiaoyong lifted her skirt and pulled down her shorts. Tongyan's vagina, which had just been penetrated by Xiaoyong's fingers, was now open and leaking a lot of fluid. Xiao Yong inserted his thin, already hard penis inside Tong Yan. Tong Yan hadn't expected that this thin, stick-like penis

would bring such pleasure as it poked and prodded inside. She hugged Xiao Yong and thrust against him, gradually feeling his penis transform into a thick, adult-sized rod, making her slick with fluids and filled her with unparalleled pleasure. She couldn't help but moan, yet she suppressed it, afraid her son outside would hear.

Xiao Yong ejaculated after about ten minutes of thrusting. Tong Yan didn't experience an orgasm, but this unexpected pleasure was enough to satisfy her. Before they got dressed and went out, Tong Yan quietly said to Xiao Yong, "We mustn't let anyone know what we're doing."

Xiao Yong said, "Of course. I know."

"Come again after school tomorrow,"

Xiao Yong nodded.

They came out of the bedroom, and Zheng Tong said, "Mom, what are you doing in there?"

Tong Yan said, "We have something to say. You do your homework."

The next day, Xiao Yong went again. He did his homework for a while, making sure Zheng Tong wasn't looking, then slipped into the bedroom, where Tong Yan was already waiting. This time, she taught Xiaoyong to lick her own vulva with the tip of her tongue, and then licked Xiaoyong's clitoris, doing plenty of foreplay, before letting his penis penetrate her vulva. After a while, she suddenly climaxed, shouting loudly as she

continued thrusting with Xiaoyong. Zheng Tong heard his mother calling from inside, ran over and pushed open the bedroom door, but it was locked. He then knocked and asked, "Mom, what's wrong?" Tong Yan couldn't control herself and continued shouting as she thrust with Xiaoyong until he ejaculated and went limp, only then gradually calming down. Although she felt unsatisfied, it was still much better than having no man at all. She and Xiaoyong quickly got dressed, opened the door, and Zheng Tong asked, "Mom, what's wrong?"

Tong Yan, radiant and cheerful, said, "Nothing, Mom's stomach hurt a lot just now, but it's better now. You two go do your homework."

After that, Xiaoyong had sex with Tong Yan every day, which inevitably came to the attention of Zheng Ting. Seeing Xiaoyong eating at other people's houses every day, he felt it was inappropriate, so that day after work, he went directly to Tong Yan's house to pick up Xiaoyong and take him back to school for dinner. As he entered, Xiaoyong and Tongyan were just coming out of the bedroom. Zheng Ting's expression immediately changed; he knew what had happened. He pulled Tongyan into the bedroom, closed the door, and asked her, "Tell me, what did you and Xiaoyong do?"

Tongyan's face turned deathly pale, and she bit her lip, remaining silent. Zheng Ting slapped her across the face, leaving five bright red finger marks, and her face began to swell. Zheng Ting opened the door, went out, took Xiaoyong downstairs, put him on the crossbar of his bicycle, and rode off to school without saying a word.

Back in the dormitory, Zheng Ting slapped Xiaoyong across the face. Xiaoyong fell to the ground, sobbing, calling out, "Mommy! Waaah—Mommy! Waaah—"

"Stand up!"

Zheng Ting roared, his eyes blazing. Xiaoyong, frightened, stood up, sobbing.

Zheng Ting then slapped Xiaoyong across the other cheek

with the back of his hand, and Xiaoyong fell to the ground again. This time, he used the back of his hand, hitting harder, and Xiaoyong opened his mouth but couldn't cry out.

Zheng Ting slumped onto the bed, facing Xiao Yong who was sitting on the floor staring at him hatefully. He sighed, "Sigh! What am I going to do with you?"

Zheng Ting let Xiao Yong sit on the floor and cry for a long time, while he himself fell into deep thought. He felt he was facing an unprecedented challenge, even harder than winning Zhi Chun's heart. This child was beyond redemption, but he couldn't give up. Keeping a close eye on him and resorting to beatings and scoldings were no longer effective; he needed to come up with a novel and effective solution.

Dinner time had long passed. Zheng Ting took out two bowls of instant noodles and asked Xiao Yong, "Do you want some?"

Xiao Yong shook his head, still staring at him with hatred.

Zheng Ting made a bowl of instant noodles with boiling water, covered the bowl and let it soak for a while, then said to Xiao Yong, "Alright, since you already know how to sleep with women, I'll treat you like a man and we'll talk. Actually, this isn't entirely your fault. Even adults who have tasted women still want to do it, let alone a child like you."

Zheng Ting tore off the cardboard covering the bowl, picked up some noodles with chopsticks and stuffed them into his mouth. The noodles were still hot, and he blew on them, grimacing as he chewed, saying, "But precisely because you're a child, you can't do this kind of thing like adults, understand? Otherwise, you might be having fun now, but when you get married, you won't be able to do it anymore. Why? Because you haven't developed properly yet, and women..." "Once your essence is drained, it will never grow back. You'll never be a man again, and you'll never be able to sleep with a woman again. That's what you call painful; you'll suffer for the rest of your life."

Zheng Ting looked at Xiao Yong. He had stopped crying, and the hatred in his eyes wasn't as strong as before. Knowing that Xiao Yong had taken his advice, he continued, "You're already addicted. You know it's wrong to do this, but you can't help but want to do it whenever you have the chance, right? So, we need to find a way to help you quit. I hit you hard just now so you'd remember the pain forever. I promise I won't hit you again. We'll work together to solve this problem. Okay?"

Zheng Ting stared into Xiao Yong's eyes, waiting for his answer. Xiao Yong hesitated for a moment, then nodded slightly.

Zheng Ting's expression softened, and he said, "Okay. It's settled then. Now, eat your food. I want to make a man's agreement with you. I don't believe I can't change this habit of yours." Zheng Ting

prepared instant noodles for Xiao Yong, who stood up, sat down at the table, and wolfed them down. He knew how serious the problem was, and thought Zheng Ting wouldn't let him off easily, that he might beat him half to death, or even kill him, tonight. Unexpectedly, Zheng Ting only slapped him twice and then let it go, even expressing his understanding. He didn't believe Zheng Ting had any way to help him quit women, but at least he'd gotten through today.

Chapter 47 Foreign Business Inspection

Chapter 47 Foreign Business Inspection Zheng Ting didn't sleep well all night. The next morning, he went to Zhigang's office and said, "Zhigang, the task you gave me is too difficult."

Zhigang asked, "You mean Xiaoyong's task?"

"Yes. Security department matters are never this difficult for me. I'd be more confident getting my diploma than this."

Zhigang smiled, "Why would I entrust this to you if it wasn't difficult? It's a sign of my trust in you."

"I know. I only need to report security department matters to Guiling, but this matter requires your discussion."

"Go ahead, what are your thoughts?"

"Before I tell you my thoughts, I need to report what happened again. Xiaoyong slept with a widow again yesterday."

"What? What do you think of him?"

"He's got legs, you can't just watch him."

Zheng Ting recounted yesterday's events, saying, "I went back and slapped him twice. Don't worry, I won't hurt your nephew; besides, he'll still be my son. I just think that beating and scolding him and keeping an eye on him won't solve the problem."

"Then what's your plan?"

“Once a child becomes addicted to something, it’s very difficult to break the habit, and this is a case in point. I think the only way to reduce this addiction is to make him addicted to something else. But what could be addictive? After much thought, the most reliable option, which is also the one we least want to do, is to fight fire with fire.”

“Fight fire with fire? Make him addicted to video games?”

“Yes. We could also let him learn to gamble. But that’s a last resort, a desperate measure.”

“That’s too drastic; even if he gets addicted, it won’t be good for him. Can you suggest something else?”

“That depends on Xiaoyong’s own interests and talents, so we can only give him a general idea first, such as playing Go, learning to paint, learning to play the piano, and so on. But children don’t like these healthy activities.”

“That’s true. Why is doing bad things so attractive? But your idea is still worth considering. Perhaps Xiaoyong has a talent for a healthy form of entertainment, and if he has talent, he might develop an interest. Let’s give it a try.”

Just as Zheng Ting left the office, Guiling and Zhichun came in noisily again.

"What happened?"

Zhigang asked. "Why are you two always bickering like gossipy old women? You weren't like this before."

Zhichun said, "Xiaofang hit Daiju again this morning."

Guiling said, "It was Dailan and Daiju, the two sisters, who hit Xiaofang alone."

Zhichun said, "Xiaofang started it, and Dailan couldn't stand it, so she hit her too."

"Alright, alright,"

Zhigang said, "You two old women can't handle those two old women. It seems I have to resolve this myself, and I'll have to go find those two old women to settle it."

Zhigang went to the migrant workers' home to find Daiju. Daiju was sitting on the bed crying, and Dailan was comforting her. Zhigang asked, "What exactly happened?"

Dailan said, "Daiju kept telling me not to tell you, but I think you should. This Xiaofang is really outrageous. She conspired with Dali to lure Daiju to Dali's place, then had a migrant worker sleep with Daiju. Daiju refused, so Xiaofang helped Dali rape her, thinking that this would make Daiju listen to them and let the migrant worker sleep with her. When Xiaofang saw that Daiju still wouldn't agree, she often picked fights and verbally abused Daiju. This morning was no different. As soon as she went out, she said the corridor wasn't clean and started cursing at Daiju. Daiju ignored her at first, but then she couldn't take it anymore and talked back. Unexpectedly, Xiaofang reached out and hit her. Luckily, I was there, so I taught her a lesson."

Zhigang said, "So today it was the two of you who beat up Xiaofang, and she got the short end of the stick?"

Dailan said, "Of course. With both of us sisters there, how could she possibly get away with it?"

"Where is Xiaofang?"

“She went to work. She must have gone to Guiling to complain.”

Zhigang asked Daiju, “Daiju, why didn’t you let me tell her?”

Dailan answered, “She’s stupid. She’s afraid you’ll abandon her if you find out she was raped.”

“She really is stupid,”

Zhigang said. “How could I abandon you? It seems your conflict is quite sharp. How about this, Daiju, you can quit working at the migrant workers’ home and move to my house. I’ll clean for you, and I’ll pay you. What do you say?”

Dailan had been to Zhigang’s house and said, “Your house is indeed quite messy; it needs someone to tidy it up. What do you think, Daiju?”

Daiju said, “Would I be considered a maid if I came to your house?”

Zhigang laughed and said, “A maid during the day, a wife at night. Are you in or not?”

Dailan said, “Daiju’s previous landlord wanted her to do that, but she absolutely refused. However, she has a husband. Although he ran away when she was injured and they’ve lost contact, what if her husband comes looking for her if she moves in with you?”

“Then I’ll just divorce him. Besides, Daiju works as my nanny, what can he say? Should I tell him Daiju is my wife tonight?”

Dailan secretly grabbed Zhigang’s penis and said, “You pervert.”

Zhigang kissed her and said, “I’ll come see you.”

Dailan pinched his penis and said, “You absolutely must come.”

Zhigang said to Daiju, “Daiju, come with me now, so we don’t run into Xiaofang again. If you two start fighting in front of me, how am I supposed to break it up?”

Zhigang led Daiju home. Daiju saw how messy the house was and immediately started tidying up. Zhigang said, “No rush, you’re living here now, take your time cleaning up.”

Daiju said, “I have nothing else to do, I’ll clean up first.”

Zhigang said, “You have things to do now.”

Daiju straightened up, looked at Zhigang, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Zhigang picked her up and carried her to the bedside, saying, "What do you think?"

Daiju hugged Zhigang's neck and giggled. Daiju's personality, appearance, and figure were similar to Jing'er and Xiaocui. Zhigang liked women like her the most, especially Daiju's ability to control the tightening and relaxing of her vaginal muscles during sex, which fascinated him. It was somewhat like the feeling when he was with Jing'er, when she sucked on his penis.

Daiju's breasts were larger than Jing'er's, probably because she did more farm work; her flesh was firmer. Zhigang stroked her round, firm buttocks, feeling the smoothness in his hands as if coated with oil. He moved up to her back, still smooth, but even more fleshy. Then he touched her soft, full breasts, bending down to suckle the two nipples, making smacking sounds. Daiju touched Zhigang's head with both hands, pressing him against her breasts, as if he could really suck out milk.

The chrysanthemum's flower quietly bloomed below, silently waiting for Zhigang to ravage it. When Zhigang looked at it, the full outer petals had already folded down into a circle, while the inner ring, like a trumpet, protected the stamen. Zhigang lightly touched the stamen with the tip of his tongue; the inner and outer layers closed like a mimosa, then slowly opened again. **Sperm slowly overflowed from the stamen. Suddenly, the petals rapidly closed and opened like butterfly wings, flapping several times in succession, as if eagerly beckoning his little brother to enter. Zhigang then let his thick and hard jade pillar enter the flower's heart.

"Ah—"

Daiju cried out softly, continuously moaning. The petals tightly wrapped around the jade pillar like jellyfish, stroking it, feeling it trying to suck out what was inside. Zhigang persisted, feeling the petals dance joyfully and passionately under his insistence. For the first time, he accurately sensed that Daiju's climax was imminent, and he thrust with all his might—he knew that facing this solid and powerful cave, he had to thrust with all his might. Under his strong thrusts, the lovely woman's life burst forth with dazzling brilliance, her shouts creating towering waves, and Zhigang radiated the essence of his life within these waves.

Daiju still clung tightly to Zhigang, her face pressed against his chest, and said happily, "Zhigang, you're amazing. All my husband and I have done together doesn't compare to what you gave me today."

Zhigang kissed her and said, "I'll make you this happy every day from now on."

Zhigang had already considered Daiju his regular sexual partner. He remembered the requirements of Sister Wu's wife-swapping circle. Since Sister Wu had a boyfriend, Chu Guanjun, he hadn't participated for a long time because he didn't have a regular sexual partner. He thought he would bring Daiju to participate in the future. Daiju's obedience, modesty, and the suction power of her labia would surely be popular, and only the elite men in this circle could share Daiju. However, he didn't yet know if Daiju would be willing to participate.

"Daiju, have you ever thought about having sex with other men?"

"Yes. I used to think about it a lot when I was having sex with my husband, but I was too scared."

"Do you want to have sex with other men now?"

"No. I'm content with you.

"

"What if I asked you to do it?" "You want me to do it? Why?"

"Tell me first if you're willing."

"I'm willing to do anything as long as you let me."

"Here's the thing. I have a small circle of people, all professors and scholars, all married couples, who often play wife-swapping games. The requirement is to bring your own wife. I can take you, are you willing?"

"How do we swap? Like, we take turns sleeping together?"

"Yes. It's just several couples taking turns."

"Hehe. That's too embarrassing."

"Let's try it once, okay?"

"I'll go with you if you want to. But, won't you be angry if I have sex with other men?"

"If he has sex with you, I'll have sex with his wife too. I won't be angry."

"Is that really true?"

"Yes."

Sister Wu told Zhigang on the phone that she wouldn't participate in this wife-swapping game, but someone else would take her place.

On Saturday, Zhigang took Daiju to the villa where the gathering was to be held. Daiju clung to Zhigang's clothes, hesitant to go inside, so Zhigang turned around and put his arm around her as they entered together.

"Feng Zhigang!"

A beautiful woman exclaimed upon seeing him. Zhigang looked and recognized her as Sister Wu's daughter, Kelly. He understood why Sister Wu hadn't attended; if her daughter was attending, she wouldn't, to avoid her mother-in-law and son-in-law, or her daughter and stepfather, running into each other.

“Kelly, when did you come back to China?”

“I’ve been back for a week. Let me introduce you.”

Kelly beckoned to a tall, white man with red hair and a long red beard. He had large, kind eyes that looked at Zhigang. “This is my husband, Stephen. Stephen, and this is my mother’s good friend, Feng Zhigang.”

“Feng Zhigang?”

Stephen grasped Zhigang’s hand. His hand was strong, and his Chinese was good, but he still had a noticeable foreign accent. “I’ve heard Kelly talk about you. She admires you a lot.”

Zhigang pulled Daiju, who was hiding behind him, out and said, “This is my wife, Daiju.”

“Daiju, hello.”

Stephen bent down to hug Daiju and kissed her on the cheek. Daiju’s face turned as red as a cherry.

“He’s taken a liking to your Daiju,”

Kelly said to Zhigang. “Tonight you’re mine. We haven’t seen each other for over a year.”

Stephen took Daiju to get some wine. Daiju looked back at Zhigang for help. Zhigang nodded to her, encouraging her to boldly follow Stephen. Zhigang and Kelly also went to get some wine. He chose a bottle of Lafite and poured it for Kelly and himself. He put his arm around Kelly's slender waist, and they strolled together to the two-seater sofa at the other end of the living room. Zhigang asked, "What have you been doing this past year?"

Kelly placed her wine glass on the coffee table, put an arm around Zhigang's back, and stroked him, saying, "The first six months were spent on charity work. I'm a member of a green environmental organization. We took a boat to the Pacific Ocean to track Japanese whaling ships, protesting and stopping them from killing whales."

"Could you stop them?"

"Not yet. But could we give up?"

Kelly looked at Zhigang with her large, beautiful eyes, very much like Sister Wu's. Sister Wu's gaze was more reserved; Kelly's eyes were clearer and brighter. When she looked directly into Zhigang's eyes, she didn't give off an aggressive feeling, but rather felt like sunlight shining in.

Zhigang knew she was earnestly waiting for his answer, so he said, "We can't give up."

"Yes,"

Kelly picked up her glass, took a sip of wine, and put it back on the coffee table. "Our green environmental organization is growing rapidly, constantly expanding and thriving. After I return from a trip to sea, someone else takes over the same work. For the past six months, I've been investing."

"Investing? Which areas are you focusing on?"

"The only requirement is green environmental protection. The industry is open, but I prefer wind power and agricultural projects."

"We can collaborate."

"Oh? What good projects do you have?"

"I've established a green environmental vegetable supply base in my hometown. It's not large, mainly supplying my club and catering businesses in Shanghai. If you're interested, we can expand it together."

"I'm extremely interested; that's the main reason I came back."

Kelly picked up her glass again. "Come on, to our common goal, to our collaboration, cheers!"

After a few drinks, Kelly's cheeks flushed slightly, her eyes sparkling, revealing a charm even her mother lacked. She leaned close to Zhigang, her small hand slipping inside her shirt, caressing her chest, sending shivers down Zhigang's spine. Zhigang glanced at Stephen and Daiju on the other side of the room, worried that Daiju might feel uncomfortable, but seeing her laughing happily in Stephen's arms, he was relieved.

"What are you looking at?"

Kelly asked, noticing Zhigang's distraction. "Afraid my husband will sleep with your wife? Or are you jealous?"

Zhigang turned back to Kelly's eyes, now filled with desire, and said, "I'm worried she can't handle your husband's passion in bed."

"Don't worry. If she can handle you, she can handle my husband."

Zhigang leaned down and kissed her lips, saying, "Shall we go upstairs?"

"Yes."

They embraced and went up the stairs. Zhigang glanced at Daiju; she and Stephen were no longer there.

A year had passed, but Kelly's passion remained, even more intense. Still on the stairs, she clung tightly to Zhigang's neck, hanging precariously from him. Zhigang slipped his left arm under her legs and simply picked her up, carrying her into the bedroom. Kelly was already panting and moaning softly, clinging to Zhigang and pointing towards the bathroom. Zhigang carried her into the bathroom, turned on the tap to fill the tub, and then they began to undress each other piece by piece.

Kelly's kissing skills were something Zhigang had never experienced before. Kelly bathed very carefully, even cleaning and disinfecting their private parts, before making Zhigang lie on the bed to experience her skills. She started from his head, kissing his ears, neck, and chin, patiently and meticulously, not missing a single spot, all the way to his toes. Her tongue softly grazed his skin, giving Zhigang a tingling, pleasurable sensation. Finally, she kissed his entire penis, and even swallowed some of the fluid that had seeped from the tip, but she wasn't finished yet. She made Zhigang roll over and kneel on the bed, spreading his buttocks apart with her hands, her tongue licking his clitoris, sending a shiver down Zhigang's spine. Unexpectedly, the nerves there were so sensitive and abundant, and coupled with the fact that he had never touched it before, this kiss gave Zhigang a completely new and strange pleasure.

Then, Kelly lay down so Zhigang could kiss her. Zhigang discovered that her most sensitive part was her toes. The moment Zhigang's tongue touched her little toe, she trembled and even convulsed violently, as if having an epileptic seizure. Her vulva was as beautiful as her face.

Zhigang thought that perhaps every woman has two flowers on her body: her face and her vulva. And a woman with a beautiful face often has a beautiful vulva.

Finally, Zhigang kissed her clitoris. He had never kissed there before, and although he knew the disinfection had been good, he still found it difficult to bring himself to do it. He saw that Kelly's vulva was already open, knowing that it was a place where men's penises frequently entered. Seeing Zhigang's hesitation, Kelly said urgently, "Don't kiss there, come in quickly, I can't take it anymore."

Zhigang then thrust into her vulva. The foreplay had been so thorough that the moment his penis touched her lips, the two of them began to thrust and pound relentlessly as if electrocuted. Kelly cried out joyfully

, "Ah—ah—", her pleasure reaching a point where a flat tone was no longer enough to express her joy, and her voice softened, turning into continuous moans. Her climax approached as expected; Zhigang knew tonight would be eventful, and there was no need to hold back during their first time together. Kelly suddenly arched her body upwards, lifting Zhigang into the air, then crashing onto the bed, then rising again, then crashing onto the bed again, all the while letting out a deafening scream. Zhigang then aimed at her surging waves, releasing his uncontrollable passion.

After the storm subsided, they lay silently in bed for a long time. Kelly lifted her leg, flipped over, and pressed herself against Zhigang, kissing him as she said, "Zhigang, you're the best man I've ever been with."

"Really? Have you had sex with more Westerners or Easterners?"

"Basically the same. I'm in America, surrounded by Westerners, but in my circle, there are more Easterners."

"Is there a difference between Western and Eastern men's sex lives? "

"Not much difference. Westerners are more direct, Easterners are more delicate."

"Are Western men's penises bigger?"

"Perhaps slightly larger on average, but that doesn't have much to do with the pleasure of sex. No matter who you have sex with, no matter how intense the physical stimulation, it's not as great as the pleasure produced by the simultaneous fusion of mind and body."

Zhigang's penis was aroused again, but Kelly pinned him between their skin, preventing him from moving. He said, "You've pinned my gun down."

Kelly giggled, lifting her hips, letting the abundant hair on her lower abdomen rub against Zhigang's penis, causing it to gradually harden. She got up and squatted, aligning her opening with the shaft, slowly sitting down and tightly enveloping it. She rose and fell like a pile driver, pounding into Zhigang again and again, sending waves of pleasure through her body, until a second climax surged through her, reaching her entire being. She screamed, her fingers digging into Zhigang's pectoral muscles until she calmed down. When she released her hands, there were ten deep nail marks on Zhigang's chest, bleeding slightly.

Zhigang remained erect inside Kelly. Kelly, exhausted, said, "I'll go down, you do the work."

They rolled over together, and Zhigang, who had been conserving his energy, began to exert himself. In just five minutes, Kelly was airborne again. In that instant of airborne power, their forces collided most violently. They landed on the bed together, another fierce thrust. Kelly felt her body floating lightly, soaring among the clouds. She screamed, defiantly surveying the universe.

Her little brother remained erect. Feeling completely relaxed, Kelly said, "Come in from behind."

Zhigang pulled out his jade pillar, which proudly stood out against the sky, and then entered her again. Although there was some resistance in Kelly's vagina, it went in easily, feeling tighter and more flexible than in a cave. Zhigang relaxed, letting the passage inside her vagina wriggle and squeeze his jade pillar, and when the pressure reached its limit, he let his life burst forth, falling through the air like jumping off a cliff.

The next morning, when they went downstairs, Daiju ran to Zhigang with a flushed face, grabbed his arms, and rested her head on his shoulder. Zhigang kissed her forehead and whispered, "Was it fun last night?"

Daiju smiled without answering, hugging his arms even tighter.

At breakfast, Zhigang and Kelly discussed their trip to Daishan County for an inspection.

On Monday, Zhigang went to Sister Wu's house early in the morning to pick up Kelly and her husband. After getting in the car, Stephen asked, "Where's Miss Daiju?"

Zhigang said, "She doesn't do this kind of work, she's not coming with us."

Stephen said disappointedly, "It's such a pity, we can't go with Miss Daiju this time."

Kelly said to Zhigang, "He told me he's fallen in love with Daiju."

"Oh,"

Zhigang said, "If you don't mind, I'll let Daiju marry him."

"I don't mind him marrying two wives, but American law does."

Zhigang asked Stephen, "Mr. Stephen, what do you like about Daiju?"

"Her simplicity as a farmer, her Chinese beauty, and her superb skills in bed."

"Isn't Kelly's skill in bed good too?"

Stephen kissed Kelly and said, "Superb too."

They went to the county town first, where County Magistrate Zhou Wangping was already hosting a banquet at the International Hotel, and Xinyi also came from Pengjia Village to greet them. Zhigang originally didn't want to inform the county government and went directly to Pengjia Village. He called Xinyi, who knew the local situation very well, and Xinyi suggested that he not only inform the county government but also put on airs and package Kelly and her husband as a large international investment company. Joyce said that this is the case in mainland China, whether it is the government or the private sector. Even if you have abundant funds, they may not believe you. But if it is a large company, they will definitely recognize you. It will be very convenient to find them to solve any problems you encounter.

The county government clearly took it seriously. The county party secretary was away on business and couldn't attend the welcoming ceremony; otherwise, he would have attended with the county head. After the perfunctory welcoming ceremony and banquet, a small investment promotion meeting was held in the county government conference room. Some people, seemingly brought in from somewhere, represented the investors and expressed their appreciation and approval of Daishan County's investment environment. A signing ceremony was also held during the meeting, with over a dozen projects signed, including those by Kelly and Zhigang, claiming a total contract value of over one billion RMB. Several cameras were busy filming, and it was estimated that the county cable TV station would broadcast it that evening. Zhigang knew perfectly well that the agreements he and Kelly signed were fictitious, and the agreements signed by the others were likely equally dubious.

After the investment promotion meeting, it was already past 5 PM, and it was too late to go to Pengjia Village for the inspection; they would have to go the next day. The county government then arranged a grand banquet, attended by representatives from relevant and unrelated units, totaling eight tables. There were two tables at noon, but the banquet was actually only for the two foreign businessmen and Zhigang's group of three.

After the dinner, Zhigang and Xinyi took Kelly and her husband for a stroll around the small town of Daishan. Stephen, his eyes wide with amazement, was overwhelmed by the variety of food stalls on the food street. Two rows of food stalls stretched for miles along both sides of the road, with tables set up in the middle of the street. Stephen looked at the diverse array of fried, stir-fried, steamed, and braised dishes, constantly rubbing his slightly protruding belly, clearly regretting having eaten too much at the dinner. Every dish here looked more delicious than the sea cucumber and lobster from the banquet.

Seeing Stephen's drooling expression, Zhigang said to Kelly, "We've circled the small town, let's go back to the hotel. If we get hungry in the middle of the night, we'll take you out to eat these delicious things."

"Okay. I want you tonight too. But,"

Kelly pointed at Stephen, "we need to find him a woman."

Zhigang gestured towards Xinyi, "Isn't this a ready-made one? He'll like it, right?"

Kelly stole a glance at the beautiful and sexy Xinyi and said, "She's so beautiful. He's getting a good deal. But, is she willing?"

"I think she will. I'll talk to her."

Zhigang leaned closer to Xinyi and asked, "Xinyi, who do you want to sleep with tonight?"

Xinyi looked at him strangely and asked, "Besides you, who else?"

Zhigang gestured towards Stephen, "How about trying the foreigner's bedroom skills?"

Xinyi's heart skipped a beat, but she pretended to be calm and said, "They're a couple, would they be willing to swap?"

"They play a wife-swapping game."

Xinyi stared at Kelly and asked, "You're going to sleep with her?"

"What, are you jealous?"

“How could I be jealous now? After Xiaoyong’s accident, I wanted to sew my lower body back up.”

“Sew it up. You sew it up and I’ll take it apart.” 02-12
Chapter 048 The American’s Stomach

Chapter 048 The American’s Stomach Back at the International Hotel, Zhigang and Kelly made love again. This time, it was still gentle and tortuous, with repeated sighs, followed by passionate thrusts, bringing Kelly to three orgasms. They were still not satisfied and made love to Kelly again. Before Kelly, Zhigang had never done anal sex, but after doing it with Kelly, he found it quite enjoyable.

Around 12 o’clock at night, Stephen really did invite them out for a late-night snack. It’s estimated that all the lobster and sea cucumber he ate at the banquet were digested and put into Xinyi’s cave. When they left the hotel, Stephen affectionately hugged Kelly, as if they had just made love. After all, a husband and wife are a husband and wife.

At seven o'clock in the morning, Zhigang was woken up by a phone call from the headquarters, saying that Secretary Wang of the County Party Committee had returned from a business trip the night before and had come to have breakfast with them. Unable to refuse such hospitality, Zhigang, who had wanted to sleep a little longer, had no choice but to get up. Seeing Kelly still naked beside him, he stirred her nipples to wake her, saying, "You'd better go back to Stephen's room quickly. If the government officials see you, they'll think you're here to inspect a Chinese man."

After breakfast, the County Party Secretary went off to work, and the County Head sent Ma Yuan, the Director of the Investment Promotion Bureau, to accompany them on the inspection.

Zhigang and the two cars from the Investment Promotion Bureau drove directly to the construction site of the base in the neighboring village of Pengjia Village, where Cunmei and Hongxia had been waiting for a long time. They visited the base, the pig farm, and the organic vegetable fields. Kelly said, “Your ideas are excellent, and your concept is brilliant, but the scale isn’t large enough to maximize economic and social benefits. If we cooperate, we can acquire all the land surrounding this mountain and build a modern farm to produce organic rice, vegetables, pigs, and so on.”

Investment Director Ma Yuan asked, “How much capital do you plan to invest, and how much land do you need?”

Kelly said, “For any green and environmentally friendly project, the funding ranges from $100 million to $1 billion. The more land, the better.”

Ma Yuan said, “You’re doing an agricultural project, and the land is already agricultural land, so leasing it will be easier to manage. We will do our best to cooperate; just let us know what you need.”

“I also need environmental data such as climate and soil, as well as current soil test results. However, I will conduct the soil testing myself; I will have an authoritative institution conduct the testing.”

Ma Yuan, befitting his position as Investment Director, immediately pressed, “When can we sign a formal contract?”

“I can only decide whether to sign the contract after the soil test results are available.”

Cunmei burst into tears as soon as she saw Zhigang; she had managed to keep her daughter’s pregnancy a secret from everyone in the village. When Xiaojing discovered she was pregnant, the fetus was too small to be aborted, so she waited until recently to have an abortion. Xiaojing has become quiet and withdrawn, which worries Cunmei a lot.

Zhigang said, "Since things have come to this, let's look forward. Xiaojing might need psychological treatment. We can take her to Shanghai, and I'll find her a psychologist; I'll pay for it."

Cunmei said, "No matter what treatment she gets, she won't be a virgin anymore. How will

she get married?" "Don't worry about that,"

Zhigang said. "How many girls who get married these days are virgins? The key is her mindset. As long as she's mentally healthy, she can still become a beautiful, healthy, promising, and loved girl." "

Is psychological treatment that important? She's not mentally ill; who would go to a psychologist?"

"By the time she becomes mentally ill, it's too late to see any doctor. Seeing a psychologist doesn't mean you're mentally ill; that's a misconception in Chinese culture. However, this matter shouldn't be publicized. Just say that we're arranging for Xiaojing to study in Shanghai. That way, no one will know about her seeing a psychologist, and it's also necessary to change her environment."

"Okay. I'll listen to you. You'll be responsible for Xiaojing's going to Shanghai to see a psychologist, study, and even her future employment, dating, and marriage. Who told your Xiaoyong to do such a despicable thing?"

Cunmei said, tears welling up in her eyes again.

"Don't worry. I'll take full responsibility."

After a quick look around, it was noon. Ma Yuan had already arranged for lunch at the Daishan Hotel, and they would come to Pengjia Village in the afternoon for a more thorough investigation and discussion. Zhigang drove through the Daishan town market, where roadside snacks caught Stephen's attention. Learning from his experience the previous night, he didn't want to eat at the hotel and asked Zhigang to stop, saying, "Let's eat here."

Zhigang said, "Great! You can't find these snacks anywhere else, let alone in America."

Xinyi said, "Director Ma and the others have already left."

Zhigang said, "Call them and tell them to cancel their order at the Daishan Hotel and come eat here."

While they were talking, Stephen had already pulled Kelly quite a distance away. Zhigang caught up and said, "Let's take a drive around first, see what the market looks like, and then I'll take you to a truly authentic local restaurant for some local food."

Stephen strolled through the market with great interest, particularly drawn to local specialties like mushrooms and lichens, as well as souvenirs such as root carvings, bamboo carvings, and wood carvings. He bought a lot, so much so that his hands couldn't carry it all, and even Zhigang had to help him carry his things. There was a large, oddly shaped root carving, about a meter in diameter, that he particularly liked, but he simply couldn't take it with him, and even if he could, it wouldn't be convenient to bring it to America, so he had to reluctantly part with it.

After browsing around, Zhigang led them to the Red Sorghum Restaurant, where Director Ma and his entourage arrived just in time. Director Ma's secretary ordered a large table of dishes, including stinky mandarin fish, steamed pork with lotus leaf, kudzu root starch dumplings, Hu Shi's signature hot pot, Li Hongzhang's mixed stew, and lichen scrambled eggs. Stephen tasted each dish, nodded, tasted another, nodded again, and repeatedly said, "Delicious. So delicious!"

After the meal, they said goodbye to Director Ma and got into their car to continue their journey to Pengjia Village. Before the car had even left Daishan Town, Stephen yelled, "Stop the car!"

Zhigang quickly braked and asked, "What's wrong?"

Stephen clutched his stomach and said, "I need to use the restroom."

"Does your stomach hurt?"

Stephen nodded, a pained expression on his face.

"Looks like you ate something bad. But where's the restroom around here?"

Zhigang said, looking around. There were shops and houses everywhere, no public restrooms.

Zhigang said, "Hold on a bit, there's a restroom at the elementary school up ahead."

He drove to the school gate, told the gatekeeper, and led Stephen inside. They found the restroom in the school building, but Stephen didn't know how to use it and loudly asked, "Where do I sit?"

Zhigang chuckled and said, "You don't sit here, you squat."

"How do I squat?"

Zhigang had to squat down to show him, and only then did Stephen squat down.

Zhigang waited outside for Stephen to come out, and together they walked out of the school gate, got back in the car, and continued on their way. They hadn't gone far out of town when Stephen needed to have diarrhea again. Zhigang led him to a field by the roadside, but he shook his head, saying it wouldn't work; it was too far to see, and it was uncivilized. They led him into a grove of trees, where he finally managed to find a place to squat down.

Daishan Town was only a dozen or so miles from Pengjia Village, and Stephen had already had diarrhea five or six times. Even by the time they reached Pengjia Village, he wasn't better; he was dehydrated, weak, and his face was sallow and sickly. Zhigang had no choice but to drive to his own house, where he and Kelly helped Stephen to the second-floor bathroom. Fortunately, their bathroom had a flush toilet, and Stephen sat comfortably in it for over ten minutes before coming out. Zhigang helped him to the bedroom and laid him down.

Zhigang and Kelly went downstairs and asked his mother, "Mom, do you have any purslane at home?"

"Yes. We have some dried."

"Use it to make a decoction for Stephen to drink; it'll cure dysentery."

Zhigang's mother went to prepare the medicine. Cunmei asked, "Why is he having such severe diarrhea?"

Zhigang said, "I guess the food at noon wasn't hygienic, or one of the vegetables wasn't fresh."

"How come everyone else is fine, only he has diarrhea?"

Zhigang laughed and said, "Chinese people aren't afraid of germs, but foreigners' stomachs are delicate; even a little bacteria can cause diarrhea."

Kelly said, "It looks like we can't go back to the county town tonight."

Zhigang said, "Just stay at my house; the conditions are no worse than a hotel. Besides, you probably haven't appreciated the mountain village sunset before, have you?"

Xinyi said, "We need to hurry and check the land; we need to walk all the surrounding land, it'll take half a day."

Zhigang said, "Cunmei, you stay here to take care of Stephen. Make him some purslane soup as soon as it's ready."

Zhigang, Xinyi, and Hongxia accompanied Kelly from the reservoir dam to the foot of Daishan Mountain, and then walked along the foot of the mountain to examine the land. Kelly took many photos with her camera. When they reached the eastern side of Daishan Mountain, the sun was setting, and in the sunset's glow, a white mist clung to the mountainside, and the Fuhu Temple on the summit reflected a golden light in the sunlight. Zhigang told Kelly the legend of Fuhu Temple and the rise and fall of Baiyun Nunnery, explaining the changes in the countryside over the past few decades. Kelly listened with rapt attention, saying, "This is truly a fairyland."

As they walked back, wisps of smoke drifted sparsely above the villages, like an ink painting against the backdrop of the blue sky. Kelly's camera clicked incessantly. Zhigang said, "There's not as much smoke from the village chimneys as before. Many families rarely use traditional stoves anymore; they've switched to liquefied gas."

They entered Pengjia Village just before dinner. Women were carrying farm tools back from the fields outside the village, and the sounds of calling chickens and ducks to their coops and children home for dinner echoed from every courtyard. Kelly asked curiously, "Why are all the women working in the fields? Where are the men?"

Zhigang replied, "The men are in Shanghai. They're building houses for Shanghai."

Kelly, having grown up in the United States, knew little about the situation in China and couldn't help but ask again, "The men are in Shanghai, and the women are in the countryside. How long do the couples see each other?"

"A year."

"Oh! A year? How do they manage their sex life?"

"They can't manage it; they don't have sex."

"That's too cruel, too inhumane."

Zhigang said, "Let me take you to see a farmer's house."

They approached Daming's yard. Daming had just returned from the construction site, shirtless, drawing water from the well and pouring it over himself. Kelly exclaimed in surprise, "Isn't there a man here?"

Zhigang introduced him, "This is Peng Daming, Hongxia's husband. He used to work in Shanghai too, but recently came back to build houses for our base."

Seeing someone enter, Daming poured half a bucket of water over himself and then dried himself with a towel. It was already autumn, but he wasn't bothered by the cold. His bronze skin, full chest muscles, and thick arms exuded masculinity and strength. Kelly looked admiringly at Daming's physique and said to Hongxia, "The women in the village are probably all envious of you, having such a handsome man by your side."

Hongxia smiled shyly. Daming put on a shirt and invited everyone to sit down in the yard, asking Zhigang, "Why don't you eat at my house?"

Zhigang said, "No, thank you. Stephen is sick and sleeping at my house. You two don't need to cook; come to my house for dinner tonight."

They went to Zhigang's house together, where dinner was already prepared. Zhigang moved a square table into the yard, and everyone sat around it. Cunmei came down from the second floor. Zhigang asked, "How is Stephen?"

"He's basically better. The purslane juice stopped his diarrhea quickly. Zhigang's mom made some porridge and just gave it to him."

At that moment, Stephen appeared at the door and greeted everyone, "Hello."

Zhigang stood up, helped him to the table, and asked, "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine. No problem."

Stephen looked at Cunmei and said, "Thank you, Cunmei, for making my afternoon so pleasant."

Xinyi sat with Cunmei and quietly asked her, "That Japanese guy is crazy, he slept with you this afternoon?"

Cunmei blushed and said, "He's really something. He did it twice."

No one drank alcohol, and everyone quickly finished eating. Stephen said, "I'm completely better. I want to take a walk in the village. Will you come with me?"

"Sure, "

Zhigang said, "Let's all go for a walk. "

Daming said, "Zhigang, my parents don't live at home. Why don't you all stay at my house tonight? Tell your parents to go to sleep first, don't wait up for them."

They went out of the courtyard and found that the moon was out, and the village roads and houses were clearly visible. They walked around the reservoir, up the dam, and all the way to the foot of Dai Mountain before turning back.

Daming's house was also a three-story building; Daming lived on the second floor, and he arranged for Stephen and his wife to also live on the second floor, while the others lived on the third floor.

Zhigang said to Cunmei, "Why don't you ask Hongxia to come up and sleep with you?"

Cunmei glanced at him and asked, "You want to sleep with her? This is her house, and Daming is home."

"No. Kelly wants to sleep with her Daming."

Cunmei went down and knocked on Daming's bedroom door: "Hongxia, come up and keep us company tonight."

Hongxia opened the door, and Cunmei said to Daming, "You agree, right?"

Daming said, "How could I dare not agree?"

Just as Daming closed the door, someone knocked again. He opened the door, and Kelly stood in the doorway, wearing a transparent nightgown, her curves clearly visible underneath. Before Zhigang could say anything, Kelly had already hugged him and sealed his mouth with her tongue.

On the third floor, Zhigang asked, "Who's going to deal with the American devils?"

Cunmei said, "Tell Hongxia to go."

"I'm not going."

Hongxia blushed and backed away.

Xinyi looked at Zhigang and said, "I'll go."

Then she went downstairs. Zhigang knew she was still feeling guilty about Xiaoyong and didn't dare face him.

Zhigang looked at the two women and deliberately asked, "Which of you will keep me company tonight?"

Cunmei pushed Hongxia forward and said, "Hongxia doesn't want to keep the Japanese company, she just wants to keep you company."

"And what about you?"

"I don't want either of you."

"No way. You're both mine tonight."

The next morning, Zhigang drove back to Shanghai, dropped Kelly and her husband off at Sister Wu's house, and returned to the company in the afternoon. He had just sat down in his office when Lanhua walked in and said mysteriously, "Zhigang, look who's here."

Zhigang looked up and saw a picture of the Virgin Mary.

A holy, beautiful, and virtuous mother, holding a chubby baby in her arms, appeared in the doorway, her face radiating happiness and joy. If the door frame were a picture frame, this would be a classic Raphaelite Madonna painting with the classical beauty of the Western Renaissance period.

"Jing'er!"

Zhigang shouted, jumping up from his chair and hugging Jing'er and the baby to his arms. "When did you arrive?"

"Be gentle,"

Jing'er pushed Zhigang away, saying, "Don't crush the baby."

Lanhua answered for Jing'er, "She arrived yesterday, but she didn't tell you, you heartless bastard."

Zhigang bent down to look at the baby, who looked only a few months old. A pair of large, bright black eyes stared directly at Zhigang, expressionless, as if scrutinizing his appearance. After a while, the baby opened its mouth and smiled at Zhigang, then lost interest in him, its eyes darting around, taking in the room's furnishings.

"Let me hold it,"

Zhigang carefully took the baby, but didn't know how to hold it. Jing'er showed him, supporting the baby's lower back to prevent it from leaning backward. Zhigang gave the baby a quick kiss on his chubby, snow-white face, scrutinizing his features. "Boy or girl?" he asked

. "Boy,"

Zhigang whispered in Jing'er's ear. "Is he mine?"

Jing'er blushed and whispered back, "I came here for a paternity test."

"Great! Let's go now."

"What's the rush?"

Lanhua said. "If you're so eager to be a father, why didn't you do this sooner? Don't go today. We need to contact the hospital first, and then we need to be discreet. Don't go with Jing'er; I'll take her to the hospital, and then you two can meet there."

"Okay. Okay. Let's do it tomorrow then, no later. You hurry up and contact the hospital, call Hu Keming."

Guiling also ran over to tease the child, saying, "Zhigang, I think he's your son, look how much his eyes look like yours."

Lanhua said, "No, his eyes look like Jing'er's, and his nose looks like Zhigang's."

Zhigang said, "Stop teasing me. If he really is my son, I'll treat you to dinner."

Lanhua said, "No way, you have to recognize me as your godmother."

Guiling said, "You have to recognize me as your godmother too." Jing'er

said, "Stop talking. Whether he is or not, you can't be so blatant."

Zhigang asked Jing'er, "Where did you stay last night?"

"I stayed in my dormitory."

"How can that be? Stay at my house, there's a nanny, the conditions are much better than the dormitory."

"No way."

Jing'er looked at Zhigang and said, "If the child really is yours, he definitely can't stay at your house."

"Okay. Then I'll come see you and the child tonight."

As soon as Zhigang finished dinner, he went to see Jing'er and the child. The child had just finished nursing and was asleep in bed. Zhigang leaned down to look at the little face. The big eyes were closed, forming two long, curved lines. Even in her sleep

, the baby was still suckling softly. Suddenly, tears welled up in Zhigang's eyes. He thought, regardless of whether this child was his own, he would treat her as his own from now on. Jing'er had plenty of milk; the baby fell asleep before finishing, and she was squeezing into the bowl with her back to Zhigang.

Zhigang turned Jing'er around and said, "Give me the extra milk."

He then leaned down to suckle the sweet, fragrant breast milk.

Jing'er stroked Zhigang's head and smiled, saying, "Son, drink more milk, so you can get a wife when you grow up."

Zhigang picked her up and said, "I want you to be my wife now."

"Be careful. Don't crush the baby."

Zhigang gently carried the sleeping baby to the head of the bed and placed a blanket between them. Having become a mother, Jing'er had gained a little weight, and her body was soft and supple to the touch, adding to her sensuality. Her breasts, full of milk, sagged slightly from breastfeeding, and her nipples were large and red, like ripe cherries. But her body remained as white as jade. The flowers, as if nourished by rain and dew, were lush and vibrant, their delicate beauty still captivating. A light touch of the tongue to the labia caused them to open and close in response, releasing glistening liquid from their stamens.

Jing'er, no longer as docile and passive as before, grasped Zhigang's jade pillar and took it into her mouth, sucking it eagerly, then guiding it into her flower's heart, inserting it directly inside. She immediately closed her eyes slightly, parted her cherry lips, and moaned repeatedly, her cries as sweet as a nightingale's.

Zhigang felt his jade pillar being sucked by the labia, teasing it with alternating tightness and looseness. He was surprised that this passage, even after childbirth, remained so elastic. When Jing'er reached her climax, he let the labia draw out all the life essence from his jade pillar, penetrating to the deepest part of the cave.

Zhigang said, "Your desires are much stronger than before."

"Yes. After giving birth, I just wanted something inside me, and I often thought of you."

"What if you can't think of me? Do you sleep with Tianming?"

Jing'er blushed and nodded, saying, "He thinks I'm even nicer to him."

"Jing'er, if the child is mine, you should divorce your husband and marry me."

"I want to do that too. But I can't."

"I don't want my son to call Tianming 'Dad.'"

A week later, the DNA comparison results came back; Jing'er had given birth to Zhigang's son. Zhigang was overjoyed, hugging the baby and kissing him passionately, making the child cry.

Although he dared not make it public, Zhigang still invited Lanhua and Guiling to dinner at the neighboring village's guild hall. Lanhua asked, "Zhigang, why didn't you invite Zhihong and Zhichun?"

Zhigang said, "The closer the family members are, the harder it is to keep this a secret."

"That's true,"

Guiling said, "Families all want everyone to know."

"Zhigang,"

Jing'er said, looking at the child in her arms, "you should name him."

"Haven't named him yet?"

"We only call him by his nickname 'Baby' now, we haven't decided on a formal name yet."

"Okay. I have to name him."

Zhigang thought for a long time but couldn't come up with anything, so he asked Guiling and Lanhua for help: "You guys help me think of something, how can I, as his godmother, not put in some effort?"

Guiling smiled and said, "We've already chosen a name, Feng Xiaobao."

"Get lost,"

Zhigang said, "That's the name you gave me, and now you're putting it on my son."

Lanhua said, "How about Feng Xiaogang?"

"That's the name of a famous director. No way."

Jing'er said, "You can't name him like that, he should have the surname Shu."

Lanhua said, "Then that's perfect, Shu Xiaogang."

Zhigang said, "Forget it, I'll look it up in the dictionary when I get back. I don't want to think about it today, let's drink."

At this moment, Zhihong and Jiafang pushed open the door and came in. Zhihong saw the baby in Jing'er's arms and happily took him, exclaiming, "Oh my, this child is so cute!"

Jiafang also teased the child, asking, "Zhigang, is this your son?"

Zhigang said, "I wish he were my son."

Guiling asked Zhihong, "What are you doing here?"

Zhihong said, "Jiafang and I are having dinner here."

"Who invited you? Jiafang isn't a member here."

"I invited you. Mr. Zhang, hello."

The voice came from the doorway, and Zhu Xianmin walked in, carrying a measuring cup in one hand and a wine glass in the other.

"Oh, it's General Manager Zhu."

Guiling stood up and said, "What are you doing? Are you taking advantage of us because we have no one to help us?"

"Not at all. I came to offer a toast because I saw a distinguished guest."

Zhu Xianmin saw Jing'er and the child, and asked Zhigang, "General Manager Feng, are these your wife and child?"

Zhigang smiled and said, "Yes."

"Don't listen to his nonsense."

Jiafang said, "This is Jing'er. She almost became his wife, but unfortunately, she dumped him."

"Then I'll toast General Manager Feng first. I wish you a speedy marriage and many children."

"Okay. I like hearing that."

Zhigang picked up his glass and drank it down with Zhu Xianmin.

Guiling said, "You don't need to toast everyone individually. Let's drink together."

Zhu Xianmin, Jiafang, and Zhihong returned to their room together.

Zhu Xianmin once saw Zhihong and Jiafang singing together at a karaoke bar, so he asked Jiafang to introduce him to her and began to pursue her. Zhihong had no feelings for Zhu Xianmin, but she wasn't averse to him either, so they maintained a distant relationship, just eating, drinking, and occasionally singing together, but nothing went deeper, leaving Zhu Xianmin itching for more but unable to let go.

After Zhihong and Jiafang rescued Xiaofang at the Langchao KTV, they no longer looked down on Shen Yaomin and Zhang Cheng. Both women showed a decisive and ruthless side, erasing all past feelings and tenderness, treating them like strangers, leaving the two Shanghai men heartbroken and helpless. Shen Yaomin had previously been very accommodating to Jiafang regarding corporate taxes, but after Jiafang distanced herself from him, she still paid the taxes as required, leaving him unable to control her. From then on, neither woman had a man. Jiafang used to have Daqun, but Daqun's daughter had recently had an accident, and he had also fought with Dali, so he hadn't been thinking about women for some time and hadn't been with her.

After dinner, they went to the Langchao KTV again. In the lobby, they encountered Dapeng. Seeing the three of them, Dapeng asked, "Jiafang, want another young man to dance with you?"

"No need,"

Jiafang said. "Today I want you to sit at my table."

"Sit at my table? How much will you pay me?"

"Dare to ask me for money, I'll cripple your thing!"

Jiafang said, making a move to grab Dapeng's penis, and Dapeng quickly ran away.

As soon as they entered the private room, Zhu Xianmin pulled Zhihong to dance. Zhu Xianmin made no attempt to hide his lust, and was very direct. He hugged Zhihong, pressing her breasts against his chest, his penis already pressing against her lower abdomen. Zhihong hadn't had a man for many days, and being held by him felt comfortable. She wrapped her arms around Zhu Xianmin's lower back, closing her eyes to enjoy the moment. She felt the music flowing through her veins, combined with the alcohol, making her feel light as a feather, and as she danced, she seemed to float in the air.

Jiafang and Dapeng were also dancing. They were more direct. Da Peng's hand had already slipped under Jia Fang's clothes, unhooking her bra from behind and caressing her back. Jia Fang, in turn, unzipped Da Peng's pants and grabbed his penis.

Zhi Hong closed her eyes and danced for a while to the soothing music, then noticed Zhu Xianmin's hand inside his pants, directly touching her buttocks. She felt a surge of pleasure and opened her eyes to see if Jia Fang had noticed her, only to find that Jia Fang and Da Peng were gone. Only she and Zhu Xianmin remained in the private room. She relaxed, moving her hands from Zhu Xianmin's lower back to his back, then down to his buttocks. Zhu Xianmin received her clear signal and became bolder. He moved one hand to the front and actually dug his index finger into Zhi Hong's vagina. Zhi Hong shuddered, squeezing her legs together to trap Zhu Xianmin's index finger, letting it create pleasure inside her and spreading throughout her body.

Chapter 49 Zhihong's Make-

up Exam Seeing the opportunity, Zhu Xianmin whispered in Zhihong's ear, "Let's go out."

Zhihong neither agreed nor refused, adjusting her loosened waistband, and followed Zhu Xianmin out. They both knew the way well, and when they reached a room on the second floor, Zhu Xianmin eagerly grabbed Zhihong's face and kissed her.

Zhihong took off Zhu Xianmin's clothes. Zhu Xianmin wasn't too fat, but his belly was quite large, and Zhihong couldn't see his penis from above. She had never made love with a man with such a large belly, so she stroked her belly with both hands and asked, "Is your big belly a problem?"

"No problem,"

Zhu Xianmin said, sticking out his belly. "You'll know once you try."

Zhihong said, "If it's a problem, I'll kick your belly flat."

Zhihong grabbed his penis through his belly; it was quite hard, but a bit small, probably only about 8 centimeters long in its current state.

Zhu Xianmin pushed Zhihong down onto the bed, parted her labia, and sucked the flowing fluid. Zhihong's labia were pried open, as if trying to close them or trap something between them. She began to moan, twisting her waist, and a large amount of fluid gushed from her open cave, pouring into Zhu Xianmin's mouth. Zhu Xianmin swallowed it like fine wine. Zhihong couldn't hold back any longer and cried out, "Ah! Hurry. Come in quickly."

Zhu Xianmin inserted his erect penis into her cave. Zhihong felt it enter, and pleasure quickly spread throughout her body. She felt that it wasn't long or thick enough, but it didn't affect the pleasure. It bumped against the four walls of her cave from time to time, and no matter which side it touched, it aroused boundless pleasure. Zhihong countered with him, letting his penis go deeper, and she didn't feel that it was too short. She gradually forgot the size and shape of his penis and began to fully enjoy it. The climax came suddenly, and Zhihong arched upwards, directly against her soft, large belly. Zhu Xianmin quickly cooperated and surrendered inside her cave.

Although Zhu Xianmin was small, he was quite capable. After pumping out the elixir for the third time in Zhihong's cave, he checked his watch and said, "I have to go."

Zhihong was a little reluctant to let him go, unaware that Zhu Xianmin's wife had rules for him, and said, "What's the rush? Leave at dawn."

"No. I have to go."

Zhu Xianmin left in a hurry. Zhihong lay alone, feeling an unprecedented loneliness. If it weren't for their recent passionate encounter, and she had simply stayed home reading and watching TV, perhaps she wouldn't feel this lonely. She didn't like Zhu Xianmin; he was uncultured, just a nouveau riche. Their conversation consisted only of decorating houses and making money. Today, she simply felt too lonely and wanted to satisfy her physical needs. Zhihong realized then that loneliness wasn't entirely about the lack of male companionship; even with

sex, loneliness persisted. Loneliness was a loneliness of the soul, a loneliness that remained even amidst a crowd. She found it strange; lately, she seemed to have become melancholic, feeling that life was meaningless. She had always been a lively and cheerful person, and having stayed in the countryside for so many years, raising her daughter from birth to her teens, she had never been so melancholic.

She didn't realize that this was because in the past year or so, she had learned so much and read so many books, unconsciously absorbing the melancholic tendencies often associated with intellectuals. For example, Lin Daiyu, if she were a village woman, would never have died from vomiting blood.

But if Zhihong could choose, would she choose to be Lin Daiyu or a village woman?

Zhihong failed two subjects in her final exams: Advanced Mathematics and Introduction to National Economic Statistics. With only a junior high school foundation, these two subjects were indeed difficult for her, especially since she had been distracted lately, spending too much time with Jiafang. Since her first encounter with Zhu Xianmin, she had invited him and Dapeng to Jiafang's house, and now Jiafang and Dapeng were together.

When the teacher read out the list of those who passed, Zhihong sat below, her face flushed. She knew she hadn't done well. Only seven people in the class failed these two subjects; Zhichun had also failed Advanced Mathematics. Shen Peng, sitting next to her, nudged her gently with his elbow and said, "Don't worry, I'll help you pass the make-up exams."

Zhihong didn't dare turn to look at him, afraid her tears would well up. Since the beginning of the semester, Shen Peng had sat next to Zhihong in every class. It was clear he had feelings for her, but his courage limited him to that; he dared not make any further moves. He was much younger than Zhihong, probably in his early thirties, but Zhihong looked about his age.

The teacher had already announced the end of class, and the students had all left, leaving only Zhihong, Zhichun, and Shen Peng in the classroom. Zhichun walked up to Zhihong and said, "Big sister, let's go."

Shen Peng said, "I'll treat you to dinner."

Zhihong had calmed down and looked at Shen Peng's honest face, asking, "Can you really help us pass the make-up exam?"

"Of course. You don't know, do you? I already have a bachelor's degree, but it's in Chinese literature. But I did go to high school, so my math foundation is much better than yours."

Zhihong found it strange: "Why would a bachelor's degree holder take a college diploma exam?"

"It's a long story. Let's find a restaurant and sit down, we can talk while we eat."

Zhihong asked Zhichun, "Zhichun, what do you think?"

"Sure. Anyway, the semester is over, and there are no regular classes tomorrow, so it's okay to be a little late tonight."

Shen Peng led them to a restaurant in a secluded location, where business was rather slow. Shen Peng said, "I'm not rich, so I can only treat you to a small restaurant. Please forgive me."

Zhihong said, "It's alright. But I don't understand why you chose this quiet restaurant?"

"I didn't have any other reason than to make it easier to talk. You can't hear each other in those bustling restaurants."

"That's true ,"

Zhihong said. "We're here to talk, not to eat. However, quiet restaurants usually fall into a vicious cycle: the food isn't fresh, so there are fewer customers, and the fewer customers there are, the less fresh the food becomes because of slow turnover."

Zhihong was in charge of purchasing at the Lincun Guild Hall, so she was familiar with the dynamics of the catering industry.

Shen Peng said, "Then let's choose fresh dishes."

"I'll order,"

Zhihong said, "I know what dishes are fresh."

Zhihong ordered steamed flatfish, steamed meatloaf with edamame, and several vegetarian dishes, saying, "Fish can only be steamed if it's alive. If it's dead, you can tell it's not fresh. The same goes for steamed meatloaf with edamame."

Shen Peng said, "Let's order a few more dishes. Don't try to save me money; this is too meager."

Zhihong said, "It's not about saving you money; the three of us can't eat that much."

Shen Peng then ordered braised pork and braised chicken, saying, "I want to eat meat, unlike you guys who are on a diet. What would you like to drink?"

Zhihong shook her head: "I don't want anything."

"No. According to the customs of our hometown, no feast is complete without wine. How about a bottle of wine?"

Zhihong asked, "Your accent sounds like you're from Anhui?"

Shen Peng said, "I already knew you were from Anhui. I'm from Hefei."

"Oh, since we're from the same hometown, let's have a drink."

When the dishes arrived, Shen Peng asked the waiter to open a bottle of wine, pour it into an open decanter, and then into a glass, saying, "Wine needs to breathe a little to taste good."

Zhihong picked up her glass and said, "I was so sad today. Thank you, Shen Peng. I feel much better now."

Shen Peng clinked glasses with Zhihong and drank it all in one gulp, saying, "You look about my age, but you probably haven't experienced much. You're upset over such a small thing; if you had my experiences, you wouldn't want to live."

Zhihong glanced at him and said, "I'm much older than you. Zhichun is older than you too."

"Really?"

Shen Peng looked at the two sisters. "Then I should call you 'sister'? Sister Zhihong, Sister Zhichun."

Zhihong said, "Tell me how complicated your experiences have been."

“That answers your question about why I even bothered with this associate's degree. I ran a cultural company, but because I didn't understand finance or management, a lot of money was embezzled by the accountant, even though every expense on the books had my signature. I suffered in silence. Eventually, the company went bankrupt, so I decided to learn finance, to become an expert, and then I'd make a comeback.”

Zhihong said, “That accountant was too cunning. You shouldn't have trusted him so much.”

“Yes. That's the problem. I studied literature, so I should think the best of people first, but in business, you should think the worst of people first, be cautious before you can trust. That's a hard lesson I learned.”

“You look too honest; you're too trusting.”

“Alright, let's discuss how to help you with your studies. You only have half a month, so you two need to make the most of your time, especially since you have two exams.”

“I'll listen to you. How do you plan to study?”

“I have plenty of time now, but you have to work, so you can only study at night. Just arrange a place for me to sleep, and I can help you study every night.”

“That’s easy,”

Zhihong said to Zhichun. “Zhichun, arrange a room for Shen Peng.”

Zhichun, who had been silent, asked Shen Peng, “You’re never home, doesn’t your wife mind?”

“Wife? I don’t have a wife.”

“Then what happened?”

“The company went bankrupt, and my wife couldn’t take it anymore, so she divorced me.”

“How could a husband and wife do that?”

Zhihong asked, puzzled.

“That’s normal,”

Shen Peng said. “How many marriages these days are built on love? Husbands and wives are like birds in the same forest; when disaster strikes, they fly away separately.”

The next day, Zhichun asked Zhigang, "Zhihong failed two courses, and I failed one too. We need to ask a student from the Open University to help us review. He'll need to stay with the migrant workers for over ten days. Is that alright?"

Zhigang replied, "That's within your authority. Don't ask me. As a senior manager in the company, handling this small matter isn't favoritism; it's a benefit you're entitled to."

That evening, Shen Peng moved into the migrant workers' home.

Zhichun only had one course, making review easy, but Zhihong's was more complicated. Shen Peng created a review plan for Zhihong, breaking down all the material into daily tasks. Zhihong initially felt overwhelmed by the amount of material to review and didn't know where to begin in ten days. However, Shen Peng's breakdown made it seem less daunting. She realized that there were methods to learning, and that hard work alone wasn't enough.

Even so, Shen Peng still provided explanations, as she genuinely didn't have time to figure it out on her own. When he taught advanced mathematics, Zhichun listened along; when he taught the introduction to national economic statistics, she either studied on her own or went back to her neighbor's house.

During the day, Zhihong and Zhichun went to work, and Shen Peng rarely went out. He carried a backpack full of books and a laptop, spending his days sitting in his room reading, writing proposals, or writing articles. Zhihong had never seen such a quiet and composed man. In her and the rural people's view, a man should be away from home all day. Of course, even if he went out, it might not be for anything important, but even playing mahjong, drinking, or chatting were considered a man's important business. A man who quietly stayed at home was hard to find in the countryside, and rural women didn't like such men.

The next day was the makeup exam, and Zhihong felt a little panicked. If she failed the makeup exam again, she wouldn't get her diploma by graduation and would have to study for another year, taking the exam with the next batch of students. She felt like she was being forced into a dead end, with no way out, but if she wanted to move forward, she couldn't overcome this hurdle on her own. She told Shen Peng about her feelings, and Shen Peng said, "Is this considered a hurdle for you? I've failed in my business several times, and each time I felt like I was in dire straits. Those are the real hurdles in life that you can't overcome. But I've always made it through."

"But I can't control myself, I just feel anxious. I can't even concentrate on my studies today."

"Don't study today. You've already completed my plan; today is just an adjustment in the plan. Whether you study or not doesn't matter."

"But the exam is tomorrow, how can I not study today?"

"Whether you pass or not is already determined, you just don't know the result yet. Whether you study tonight or not won't affect your exam result much, but your mood and how well you sleep tonight will affect the exam result.

" "So what should we do today?"

"Let's chat. Just chat."

"Then let me ask you,"

Zhihong asked the question that had been on her mind for a long time, "what are you doing hiding in your room all day?"

"Reading and thinking. Reading is accumulating knowledge and energy, and thinking is about how to create the future. I'm mainly thinking about how to start another cultural company."

"What will your cultural company do?" “

That’s the problem that’s still puzzling me. I’m working on all sorts of plans every day, and I’m rejecting them one by one.”

“Why do you want to start a cultural company?”

“It’s my forte. Besides, the cultural industry in China is the most promising of all sunrise industries, with immense potential. I just haven’t found my piece of the pie yet.”

“If you start another company, I’ll do your accounting.”

“You?”

Shen Peng looked at Zhihong, noncommittal.

“What, you don’t trust me?”

“You’re not qualified yet. First, you need to get your diploma; second, you need to pass the accounting exam; third, it would be best to get a certified public accountant.”

“Then you can start your company a few years later, after I’ve passed all three exams.”

Shen Peng laughed heartily. Zhihong felt uncomfortable at his laughter and asked somewhat irritably, “What are you laughing at? Are you laughing at me for overestimating myself?”

“No, no. I’m not laughing at you for overestimating yourself. If anyone’s overestimating themselves, it’s me who’s repeatedly failing and trying to start a company.” "I was laughing at your straightforwardness and cuteness. Okay, I promise you, as long as you get your accounting certificate, I'll hire you as a finance person."

"But what if you already have a finance job?"

"Even if you do, I'll still hire you."

"Then it's a deal?"

"It's a deal."

The make-up exams at the Open University are generally not too difficult. Zhihong and Zhichun both felt good about themselves after the exams, and if nothing unexpected happened, they should both pass. Zhihong hadn't gone out for more than half a month.

As soon as the exams were over, she called Jiafang and asked her to go singing. Zhu Xianmin was treating again, this time at the Tianyi Hotel. Zhihong felt a little embarrassed when she saw Jiafang walking into the private room arm in arm with Daqun. Daqun was an acquaintance from the neighboring village, a rather honest person. She wondered what he would think if he saw her relationship with Zhu Xianmin, and who he would tell.

Jiafang seemed to see through Zhihong's thoughts and said, "Zhihong, Daqun and I are like an old married couple. We've been a temporary couple at the migrant workers' home for two or three years. You can't tell anyone." Zhihong

looked at Daqun, who smiled back at her. Zhihong said, "I didn't expect that such an honest man like Daqun is actually not so honest."

Daqun said, "What does honesty mean? If not sleeping with women is considered honest, who wants to be an honest man?"

After drinking, they walked a few steps to Langchao. Dazhi invited Zhihong to dance, squeezing her breasts against his own and rubbing them, his penis pressing against her lower abdomen. Zhihong looked up at Daqun and said, "You're really not honest."

Daqun pushed forward against her lower abdomen and said, "Want to experience how I'm not honest?" Zhihong

glanced at Jiafang over there; she was singing, with Zhu Xianmin hugging her from behind, each hand grasping a breast. She hugged Daqun tightly, pressing her face against his.

They arrived at Jiafang's house, and Jiafang smiled at Zhihong before leading Zhu Xianmin into the bedroom. Zhihong knew they would be taking turns sleeping tonight, and she felt a sense of novelty and excitement; her body was already starting to heat up.

Their bedroom also had a bathroom. Zhihong watched Daqun emerge naked after showering, his physique similar to Chen You's, muscular yet different, and she couldn't help but feel a surge of desire. Daqun lifted her nightgown and kissed her breasts. She couldn't resist grabbing Daqun's large, hard penis.

Daqun, suppressing the pleasure of having his penis held in the hands of this beautiful woman from the neighboring village, pressed her ample breasts against his prominent pectoral muscles, kneading them repeatedly, and said, "Zhihong, do you know how much I wanted you back in the village, but I was too afraid." "

Zhihong knew. It was normal for her to have many suitors in the village, including Daqun. Honest men rarely attract attention, and Zhihong was already overwhelmed with men, so she wouldn't actively pay attention to Daqun. Actually, Chen You was also an honest man, but he gained fame after leading bricklayers to build houses for various villages following the flood, which earned him Zhihong's favor.

Zhihong said, 'I never imagined you were such a rogue and lecher.'

'Don't you like being a rogue and lecher?'

Daqun said, his hands touching Zhihong's labia. Zhihong responded by opening and closing her labia, telling him that she liked being a rogue and lecher.

Daqun's large penis entered Zhihong's vagina, filling it completely. Zhihong first felt a swelling, then felt her vagina expand even more, the penis moving in and out freely. Pleasure arose continuously from the friction between the penis and her vagina, spreading throughout her body via her nerves."

During Zhihong's climax, she realized how powerful Daqun was. His enormous penis moved rapidly and continuously for five minutes, keeping her in ecstasy for those five minutes. For those five minutes, Zhihong felt suspended in mid-air; she couldn't remember the details clearly afterward, but every cell in her body vividly retained the memory of those five minutes of pleasure.

Within two hours, the robust Daqun tirelessly entered Zhihong's cave three more times, each time leaving her feeling as if she were floating in the air. Not long after Daqun left her cave for the third time, Jiafang called him away. Zhihong knew Zhu Xianmin had gone home on time, and Daqun had gone to keep Jiafang company. He belonged to Jiafang, not to her. Zhihong once again fell into deep loneliness.

Zhihong and Zhichun both passed their makeup exams with high scores. Zhihong hadn't expected to score so high and couldn't help but admire Shen Peng even more. She and Zhichun invited Shen Peng to dinner at the neighboring village's guild hall to express their gratitude.

Shen Peng, a Chinese literature student, was very interested in the interior design and cultural atmosphere of the Lin Village Guild Hall. He carefully toured the hall inside and out and asked Zhihong, "Did your brother run this Lin Village Guild Hall?" "

Yes."

"A master!"

Shen Peng gave a thumbs up and said, "If you hadn't told me your brother was a high school student, I would have thought he was at least an undergraduate, and probably majoring in Chinese literature or journalism."

Zhihong said, "Is it really that impressive? I don't see it."

"People generally think guild halls should be luxurious. To put it bluntly, that's not even luxurious, it's just nouveau riche showing off their wealth. But the Lin Village Guild Hall doesn't feel luxurious, yet it reflects strength; its style is unadorned, yet it exudes a cultural atmosphere from the inside out. This is true culture, true strength."

Zhihong said, "I don't understand what you're saying. Let's eat."

They sat down in a small room with only four seats. Zhihong said, "Today's dishes are guaranteed to be fresh, and they're all organic. What would you like to eat?"

Shen Peng said, "I want to eat my hometown dishes. Do you have any?"

"Of course. This place mainly serves Anhui cuisine. What would you like to eat?"

"Do you have Feixi old hen?"

"Yes, we have old hens, but they're not from Feixi. They're free-range from our hometown's rural areas."

"I'd also like braised pork." "Yes , we do. It's made with

local pork from our hometown, it's especially fragrant." "Alright. That's all I want to eat. You can order something else." Zhihong also ordered steamed mandarin fish, lichen stir-fried with eggs, and two vegetarian dishes. She said to Shen Peng, "Today, I'll treat you to some soy sauce-flavored liquor from a neighboring village. It's our own brand ." Halfway through the drinking, they heard a commotion outside. Zhichun, who was sitting near the door, prepared to go out and see what was going on. Just as she reached the door, she was pushed inside, followed by a beautiful young woman. She glanced inside and said to Zhihong, "Are you Feng Zhihong?" Before Zhihong could answer, she raised her right hand and slapped Zhihong's left cheek, then her left hand slapped her right cheek, and then continued slapping her with both hands in succession. Caught off guard, Zhihong was knocked back into a chair, shielding her face with her arms. Shen Peng, standing nearby, managed to grab the woman's hands and demanded, "Who are you? What do you want?" The woman, her hands held captive, struggled desperately but couldn't break free. She then kicked Shen Peng in the groin, shoving him violently and pushing him towards the door. She sat on the ground, sobbing, "You shameless slut, you seduced my man! You'll die a horrible death!" She then took a stack of photos from her LV bag and threw them into the air, saying, "Look how this slut seduces men!" Security guards came in, collected the photos, and handed them to Guiling, who had just arrived after hearing the commotion. Guiling glanced at the top photo; it showed them dancing in a karaoke bar, the lighting dim and the image blurry, but she could make out Zhihong, Zhu Xianmin, Daqun, and Jiafang. Guiling then looked at the next photo; it showed Zhihong, Zhu Xianmin, and others entering Jiafang's house. The next picture was clearly taken in the middle of the night, showing Zhu Xianmin sneaking out of Jiafang's house. Guiling stopped looking, stuffed the pictures into her pocket, and told the security guard to pull the woman to the back so she wouldn't bother others. "Everyone, disperse, go about your business," Guiling said to the onlookers, then closed the door, righted the overturned chair, and sat down. Shen Peng took a tissue to wipe Zhihong's tears, saying, "Don't bother with this kind of woman, just think of it as being bitten by a dog." Guiling asked Zhichun, "What does this man do?" Zhichun said, "This is Shen Peng, our classmate from the Open University. He tutored Zhihong and me, and we're treating him to a meal to thank him." Guiling extended her hand to Shen Peng, "Nice to meet you." Shen Peng grasped Guiling's hand and said, "Nice to meet you." Zhihong said to Shen Peng, "Shen Peng, you should go now." "This..." Shen Peng hesitated, looking at Guiling. Guiling knew Zhihong had lost face and felt embarrassed. Not wanting Shen Peng to see her like this again, she said, "Go back first, we'll contact you later." Zhichun saw Shen Peng out of the neighboring village hall, saying, "I'm so sorry, I didn't expect this to happen. I'll treat you to a meal next time." Shen Peng said, "What haven't I been through? It's okay. You should spend more time with your sister and try to persuade her to think more positively. It's not a big deal, there's no hurdle you can't overcome." Zhichun returned to her room, where Guiling was comforting Zhihong: "It's not a big deal, it's just sleeping with a man. Men can sleep with women, why can't we sleep with men? Don't be afraid, I support you. But next time, find a successful man." Zhichun said, "Guiling, is that how you comfort someone?" "What's wrong? I'm just telling the truth." Guiling stood up and said, "Zhichun, you stay with Zhihong. I'm going to deal with that old hag." February 12th, Chapter 50: Xiaofang's Schemes. Zhihong had lost face big time this time; not only did everyone in the company know, but it would eventually reach Chen You's ears. She didn't know how Chen You would react, or if he would divorce her. Zhu Xianmin's wife had also gone to Jiafang's company to cause trouble, but Jiafang's side had more people and she gained nothing. Zhu Xianmin repeatedly tried to explain and apologize to Zhihong, but she refused to see him again. Zhu Xianmin had no choice but to ask Jiafang to arrange a meeting with Zhihong to apologize, but she still refused. She no longer wanted anything to do with Zhu Xianmin, or even with Jiafang. She felt that while dealing with them was exciting and provided male satisfaction, it was all temporary. Being with them allowed her to temporarily forget her loneliness, but leaving them only intensified the loneliness, somewhat like a drug addiction. When Chen You returned for the Spring Festival, the details of their encounters were unforgettable, lingering even two or three months after he left, followed by a strong anticipation for their next meeting. Even loneliness is loneliness tinged with hope and emotion.

Fortunately, Shen Peng came to visit her, offering her some comfort. What truly humiliated her was being slapped by Zhu Xianmin's wife in front of Shen Peng. If Shen Peng stopped coming, she would find it perfectly normal, but she might also be heartbroken and become despondent. Shen Peng was her new friend, and a different kind of friend altogether—a type she had never encountered before, yet a man who felt fresh, mysterious, and unattainable to her. This man had opened a window for her, making her yearn for the life outside. It was obvious that Shen Peng liked her, and she enjoyed the happiness of being secretly admired by such an outstanding man, yet she dared not fully believe it was real. Therefore, she intentionally or unintentionally prolonged the mystery, unwilling to tear down the veil. She constantly worried that once she was fully exposed to Shen Peng, and he saw that she was just an ordinary village girl, the veil of mystery would be lifted, and he would no longer like her. She didn't know why she cherished Shen Peng's feelings for her so much, why she only felt so insecure in his presence. She had Chen You and never considered changing her husband; she also had no shortage of suitors and never thought of developing such a relationship with Shen Peng. She even went to great lengths to portray herself in front of Shen Peng as a simple, unattached woman who valued her reputation.

The semester at the Open University had just ended, and they were still on holiday, with no classes on weekends. Shen Peng visited Zhihong for the first time on a Saturday, and her emotional wounds immediately healed considerably. Shen Peng arrived in an SUV and invited her to go out for a walk, perhaps to Zhouzhuang or Oriental Green Boat. Zhihong immediately chose Zhouzhuang. When she got into the car and sat next to Shen Peng, her emotional wounds eased even further.

Zhihong knew Shen Peng didn't have a car, so she asked, "Where did you borrow this car from?"

"A friend's. Actually, I used to have a car, but the company ran out of money, so I sold it to tide me over."

"Looking at you running a company, your quality of life has dropped significantly."

"You bet. But we're both still young, it's never too late to do anything."

"You're young. I'm not young anymore."

"Who says you're not young? Westerners say life begins at forty. You and I are only in our thirties."

"That's true, I definitely feel younger now than before. Before, in the countryside, I didn't think about anything, just drifted through life without feeling anything. But after coming to Shanghai, my horizons broadened, and I always felt I had to do something. If I didn't, I felt like I was letting myself down and this era down."

"That's so true, Zhihong. I believe you're not an ordinary woman, that's why I'm willing to associate with you."

"Are you willing to associate with me?"

Zhihong glanced at Shen Peng, who was driving. "I'm just an ordinary village woman, I won't be of any help to you. And with that recent incident, you already know what kind of woman I am."

"So what? Just sitting next to you in class makes me feel happy and relaxed; that's the biggest help I get. People are often least accurate in their self-evaluation, either overestimating or underestimating themselves, mostly underestimating themselves. Besides, men should be the ones to evaluate women. Furthermore, a woman's beauty and charm are partly innate, but a significant portion is cultivated by men."

"That's a novel idea. A woman's beauty and charm are cultivated by men?" "

Of course. Without men's appreciation, a woman's beauty and charm have no value; and men can cultivate and nurture the beauty of many women. It's a virtuous cycle. Understand?" "

I understand. And I know that a man like Zhu Xianmin could never cultivate it."

"Smart. A good woman also needs a good man worthy of her to cultivate her."

"Am I a good woman?"

"Of course. I just don't know if I'm a good man."

"You also have times when you lack confidence?"

"Yes. I lack confidence when I meet a good woman."

"So, when you lack confidence, you might just be meeting a good woman?"

“Yes. When you lack confidence, you might just meet a good man.”

Perhaps because it was the weekend, Zhouzhuang was too crowded, so Shen Peng didn't wander around the bustling main street at all, instead pulling Zhihong's hand and deliberately seeking out secluded spots. Finally, they walked through the village, crossed a river, and sat down by the riverbank.

Zhihong asked, puzzled, “You said you came to Zhouzhuang, but you're not going to do anything. What's the point?”

Shen Peng asked, “What do you think our purpose is?”

“To relax.”

“Are you happy?”

“Yes.”

“Then we've achieved our purpose, haven't we? Does it matter whether we visit Zhouzhuang or not?”

Zhihong suddenly understood, thinking that excellent men are indeed different from others; he has his own independent views and behaviors, and he's unconventional. For example, when he goes to a restaurant, his purpose isn't just to eat but to socialize, so he looks for quiet restaurants; today, his purpose in visiting Zhouzhuang isn't just to play but to relax, so he avoids the hustle and bustle and finds this secluded place. However, it also shows Shen Peng's personality; he actually dislikes crowds and is a practical person.

Before Zhihong and Shen Peng left the migrant workers' home, they invited Zhichun to go sightseeing with them, but Zhichun declined. Watching these two heartless people get in the car and leave without offering a warm invitation again, clearly not sincerely inviting her to go out, she couldn't help but feel a little disappointed, yet also happy for Zhihong. She did indeed have something to do today. After Dali recovered and was discharged from the hospital, knowing Xiaoyong had come, he asked to see Xiaoyong several times. She felt it wouldn't be right to prevent the father and son from meeting, so she agreed to let Xiaoyong and Dali spend the day

together. Zheng Ting rode his bicycle over with Xiaoyong, handed him over to Dali, and then went to Zhichun's place. Since Xiaoyong came, he had to watch Xiaoyong sleep every night, and hadn't had a chance to be intimate with Zhichun even once every two or three months. He couldn't waste this opportunity to be alone with her today. He closed the door, hugged and kissed Zhichun, his hands reaching inside her clothes, groping to undo her bra. Zhichun struggled free, saying, "How can you do this during the day?" Zheng Ting didn't

care about that, saying, "Who says I can't do it to you during the day?"

Zhichun couldn't resist him, so she let him do as he pleased. Zhichun longed for him too. For the past three months, she had often craved a man at night but couldn't have him, causing her sleepless nights. She didn't know how to have sex, and was too embarrassed to do so. She felt more passionate about sex than before, and her cooperation with Zheng Ting was becoming increasingly seamless, the pleasure growing ever greater. She closed her eyes, enjoying Zheng Ting's hands gently caressing her breasts, the pleasure extending from her breasts to her lower flower. She felt her flower opening and closing, empty and yearning to be filled, so she grasped Zheng Ting's hard jade pillar, letting it enter her core, filling her body. Gradually, she felt her flower opening, growing larger and larger, the jade pillar enlarging with it, as if she were outdoors, floating in the sky, white clouds brushing against her flower, her jade pillar as resilient, upright, and tall as a mountain peak. Her cave could contain the whole world, her pleasure was the pleasure of the whole world.

Zheng Ting looked at Zhichun's flower-like beautiful face, his jade pillar repeatedly striking her lower flower, feeling incredibly strong, the woman beneath him as soft as water. Every time he reached this point with Zhichun, he felt lucky, grateful that he had won the biggest and only gamble of his life.

The two reached climax simultaneously once again. Zheng Ting felt his entire being destroyed within Zhichun's cave.

Dali and Xiaofang took Xiaoyong to Jinjiang Amusement Park. On the bus, Xiaofang took a seat and pulled Xiaoyong to sit on her lap. Xiaoyong wrapped his arms around Xiaofang's neck, pressing his body against one of her breasts, intentionally pushing upwards. Xiaofang initially didn't care, but later, as Xiaoyong rubbed her breasts with increasing pleasure, she began to suspect he was doing it on purpose. Xiaoyong's right arm wrapped around Xiaofang's neck, quietly slipping inside her collar and grabbing her other breast, which shocked Xiaofang again. She couldn't believe this boy not only had sexual awareness but was also so bold and lewd. Xiaofang let him grab her breast, experiencing pleasure while simultaneously conjuring up new ideas in her mind.

After Xiaofang was defiled by Dali, she harbored deep hatred, especially after being beaten by Xiaohong's men. This hatred intensified and gradually transformed into rational thinking and a desire for revenge. But who should she take revenge on? She didn't have a clear target, always feeling that she had enemies with everyone around her. There was one person she knew she needed revenge on: Dali, who had taken her virginity. But she felt that taking revenge on Dali alone wouldn't be enough to quell her hatred. She wanted to make Dali pay a heavy price first, and then make everyone around her pay the price. Xiaoyong's rudeness towards her suddenly gave her a plan for revenge. Xiaofang

let Xiaoyong squeeze her breasts, and she secretly pinched Xiaoyong's penis with one hand, finding it hard as a small stick. She stroked her clitoris, giving Xiaoyong a constant, stimulating pleasure, until the bus arrived at Jinjiang Amusement Park, where she let go and led Xiaoyong off the bus.

Dali was happy and relieved that Xiaofang liked Xiaoyong so much and that Xiaoyong was so dependent on her. He was glad that Xiaofang would take care of Xiaoyong, so he wouldn't have to worry about anything. Zhichun didn't tell Xiaoyong about his affair with the woman.

Before even entering Jinjiang Amusement Park, Xiaoyong saw the Ferris wheel and wanted to ride it. Dali bought the tickets, intending to take Xiaoyong on the Ferris wheel himself, but Xiaoyong refused, insisting that Xiaofang take him. Xiaofang led Xiaoyong inside and they sat down. When the Ferris wheel started moving, Xiaoyong had no interest in riding it; he immediately reached under Xiaofang's skirt and up her leg, inserting his fingers into her vagina. Xiaofang felt pleasure and let him probe inside. She also grabbed Xiaoyong's penis and played with it. Xiaoyong was eager to push his penis inside, but Xiaofang quickly stopped him, saying, "People outside can see, you can't do this."

Xiaoyong said, "No, I want to fuck you."

Xiaofang said, "We're almost at the end, let's get off, I'll take you somewhere to fuck me. Okay?"

Xiaoyong nodded. The finish line was reached quickly. They got off the Ferris wheel, and Xiaofang said to Dali, "Dali, if you don't like riding, just sit here. I'll take Xiaoyong on one ride and then come back to find you."

Dali said, "Okay. I'll wait for you here."

Xiaofang led Xiaoyong away from Dali's sight and quietly left the park. Xiaofang found a Home Inn nearby and booked a room. She had Xiaoyong give her a bra, taught him how to unhook her bra, kissed her breasts, and then took off her pants. She spread her legs and taught Xiaoyong to lick her. She was licked until her whole body ached and she groaned. She then took Xiaoyong's penis into her mouth and sucked on it like a lollipop before inserting it into her vagina. As soon as

Xiaoyong's penis entered her, it began to throb. Xiaofang screamed with pleasure as his small but hard penis pounded against her, and encouraged Xiaoyong, saying, "Hurry. Ah—fuck me quickly. Xiaoyong, you're so good."

Xiaoyong quickly ejaculated. Xiao Fang kissed Xiao Yong's penis and said, "Xiao Yong, you're so amazing! How many women have you slept with?"

Xiao Yong counted and said, "Five, including you."

"Wow. That's amazing! Xiao Yong is a real man now. A man should sleep with many women, understand?"

Xiao Yong felt that this Xiao Fang sister was especially kind, and everything she said was something he wanted to hear. He thought that other adults were all bad; they could have men sleep with women and women sleep with men, but they wouldn't let him.

Xiao Fang asked again, "Xiao Yong, which women have you slept with? Tell Xiao Fang sister, okay?"

Xiao Yong said, "Aunt Xin Yi, Cun Ben's wife, Peng Xiao Jing, Zheng Tong's mother, and you."

Xiao Fang didn't know any of these women. She asked, "Do you want to sleep with more women?"

"Yes."

"I'll find many women for you to sleep with. Okay?" "Okay."

Xiao Fang made Xiao Yong's penis hard again, and Xiao Yong stopped talking and thrust directly into her cave. She hugged Xiao Yong and thrust against him, feeling boundless pleasure. Suddenly, she reached her climax, embracing Xiaoyong and thrusting desperately. But Xiaoyong was just a child, and his penis was very small. Although a limited amount of fluid was pumped into her during her climax, it still wasn't enough; it always felt incomplete.

Xiaofang asked Xiaoyong, "Was it enjoyable?"

"Yes."

"Come back to your father's place next week, and I'll let you have sex with him again. Okay?"

"Okay."

"Don't tell anyone, not even your father. Otherwise, they won't let you have sex with women."

Xiaoyong knew this and said, "Okay. I won't tell anyone."

"Let's go find your father."

They walked out of the hotel hand in hand. Xiaofang called Dali, saying they were already outside the amusement park. Dali came out of the amusement park and asked, "When did you come out?"

"Just now,"

Xiaofang said. "We were done having fun, and we couldn't find you inside. We thought you had already come out."

They took a bus back to the migrant workers' home, and Dali handed Xiaoyong back to Zhichun and Zheng Ting. Zhichun had no idea that while she and Zheng Ting were having sex, her young son was also having sex with Xiaofang. Zheng Ting never imagined that all his painstaking efforts over this period would be in vain.

Xiao Fang was a very obedient and quick learner at the company, deeply liked by Gui Ling. When she first started working, she typed using Pinyin, but finding it too slow, she learned the most difficult Wangma Wubi input method, quickly reaching a level of over a hundred words per minute. A document would be given to her, and she would type it out in no time with a flurry of keystrokes, then carefully proofread it to ensure there were no mistakes before printing it out. Based on her speed and accuracy in typing, Gui Ling had never encountered a better clerk than Xiao Fang. Gui Ling wanted to cultivate Xiao Fang, so she had Director Qian assign her some administrative and personnel management tasks, which Xiao Fang quickly mastered and performed flawlessly. Because of this, whenever Xiao Fang and Dai Ju had a conflict, Gui Ling always protected Xiao Fang, even at the risk of conflict with Zhi Chun.

Xiao Fang also had excellent relationships with her colleagues. No matter who asked her to do something—sweeping, taking out the trash, moving things, etc.—she would always respond immediately. Some employees were too lazy to go downstairs for lunch, so they asked her to bring them boxed lunches from the cafeteria; others asked her to buy ramen or other snacks from outside, and she was always happy to comply. She was always the first to arrive at work every day, not only wiping down everyone's desks but also washing Director Qian's teacup and brewing tea for him. Everyone in the company, from top to bottom, liked her.

But who knew that deep within this exceptionally beautiful, diligent, and intelligent girl lay immense pain and a cruel desire for revenge?

Guiling suggested to Zhigang that Xiaofang be promoted to administrative supervisor, but Zhigang felt that since she hadn't been there long, the promotion was a bit too hasty and suggested waiting a while longer. Later, when the company's administrative supervisor resigned, Guiling strongly recommended Xiaofang to take over. Zhigang couldn't object any longer, so he asked Director Qian to evaluate her. Director Qian was very satisfied with the evaluation and officially promoted Xiaofang to administrative supervisor.

However, the workplace has its own rules and regulations. No matter how obedient Xiaofang was, her rapid promotion—getting a position coveted by many more senior and experienced employees—inevitably offended some people. When Xiaofang assigned her tasks, the clerks were either slow or made numerous typos. Sometimes, when things were urgent, Xiaofang had to type it herself.

The clever Xiaofang felt it was time to establish her authority and say goodbye to the submissive, bossy clerk she once was. She gave the clerk, Xiao Sun, a speech draft written by Director Qian, asking her to print it out immediately. Xiao Sun put the draft on the table and went to do other things, then went downstairs to the cafeteria for lunch. When she returned to the office after lunch, Xiaofang asked, "Xiao Sun, is the draft finished?"

"No,"

Xiao Sun said, preparing to type it immediately, but couldn't find the draft. She searched all the drawers and even looked on the floor, but it wasn't there.

"When will you finish?"

Xiaofang's tone was already impatient.

Xiao Sun was almost in tears. Typing the manuscript slowly wasn't a problem, but losing the original was a serious issue. She asked the others, "Who took the manuscript from my desk?"

Everyone shook their heads, saying no. Xiao Sun looked at Xiao Fang with teary eyes, seemingly at a loss. Xiao Fang glared at her and said, "Why are you glaring at me? Did I take your manuscript?"

Tears streamed down Xiao Sun's face as she sobbed, "I'm sorry, Supervisor Mo, I don't know who took the manuscript."

"What? This is the speech that Director Qian stayed up all night writing! It's for General Manager Feng's important event tonight, and you lost it! How can you take responsibility?"

Xiao Sun buried her face in her hands and sobbed. Xiao Fang snapped, "What's the use of crying? You can't even do a good job as a clerk, what future do you have? What do you suggest we do?"

Director Qian came out upon hearing the commotion and asked how she got back. Xiao Fang told him what had happened. Even the mild-mannered Director Qian found it somewhat troublesome and strange. He said, "How could the manuscript have been lost in the time it takes to eat? Besides, what would anyone do with it?"

Xiao Fang said, "Who knows? Maybe it fell on the ground and the cleaning lady thought it was scrap paper and swept it away?"

"Then let's look in the trash can."

Someone ran to the large transfer trash can on the first floor to search, and came back saying, "It's not in the trash can."

"That's strange,"

Director Qian said. "Never mind, I'll just write it down from memory right away. I don't know if I can remember it."

Director Qian was old and typed very slowly, so he was used to writing by hand. He returned to his office, put everything else aside, and racked his brains for words.

Xiao Fang wouldn't let it go, lecturing Xiao Sun while turning to the others and saying, "You all saw what happened today. If Xiao Sun had typed the manuscript the moment I handed it to her, none of this would have happened. Remember, from now on, anything assigned by the leaders must be done immediately, no procrastination. After typing, proofread it several times to ensure there are no typos. If this happens again, or if you keep producing substandard text, don't blame me for being ruthless."

Everyone looked at each other, bewildered. Almost everyone suspected Xiao Fang had taken the manuscript, but no one had seen it. Besides, they couldn't understand why, if Xiao Fang had taken it, she could have simply returned it to Xiao Sun; why let things escalate like this? It even forced Director Qian to rewrite it.

Everyone became wary of Xiao Fang, completing her tasks with extreme caution, even fearing her. Yet, she was still the youngest and least experienced person in the office. Xiao Fang had achieved her goal of establishing authority.

But the matter wasn't over yet. A few days later, another incident occurred, and Xiao Sun was still responsible.

Xiao Sun was printing a document when the printer ran out of ink and needed a new toner cartridge, but there were no spare cartridges available. Changing toner cartridges was usually done by the clerk, and Xiao Fang snapped at Xiao Sun again: "What's wrong with you? You can't even do such a simple task right! Why didn't you buy a toner cartridge sooner? What if such an important document is delayed?"

Xiao Sun, her voice trembling with tears, said, "I remember there was one toner cartridge, how come I can't find it?"

"Don't make excuses. You can leave. I don't need you here. I'm returning you to Director Qian."

Xiao Sun burst into tears. Xiao Fang didn't have the right to fire her; returning her to Director Qian was tantamount to dismissal. Director Qian usually wouldn't have an open position, and besides, there was no reason for subordinates to reassign someone they didn't want. Xiao Sun, wiping away her tears, said, "You're deliberately trying to frame me, you're trying to force me to leave. Waaah!"

Everyone felt that Xiao Fang had gone too far this time. Even if they went to the town to buy a new toner cartridge immediately, it would only take an hour at most, and wouldn't cause much delay. Everyone was angry but dared not speak out, and could only comfort Xiao Sun. But since Xiaofang had spoken in front of everyone, she couldn't take it back, and Xiaosun's job was definitely in jeopardy.

Having secured her supervisor position, Xiaofang felt that further promotion would be difficult; she'd have to stay in that position for at least two or three years before a new opportunity arose. She didn't want to wait; she wanted to get as close to the company's core leadership as possible as quickly as possible. To achieve this almost impossible feat, she had to resort to unconventional methods and shortcuts.

Getting close to Feng Zhigang was the best shortcut. If Feng Zhigang appreciated her and valued her, no one in the company could stop her. Moreover, Feng Zhigang had a fatal weakness: he liked women, which happened to be Xiaofang's strength.

Xiaofang knew that Zhigang usually spent his evenings reading in his office. Every day after work, when everyone else had left, Xiaofang stayed behind to check the office and then turn off the main power. Before leaving, she would say goodbye to Zhigang: "Mr. Feng, I'm leaving now. Goodbye."

Sometimes, after dinner, Xiaofang would return to her office to work overtime or read. She would also say goodbye to Zhigang before leaving.

Zhigang also had a good impression of Xiaofang. He believed that two types of people were the most valuable: those with innovative thinking and those who were diligent and hardworking. Nowadays, there are many smart young people, or those who consider themselves smart, but fewer and fewer are truly hardworking and reliable. People who are both smart and hardworking are extremely rare. While Xiaofang might not demonstrate innovative thinking in her current job, her intelligence and diligence were outstanding. Guiling often recommended Xiaofang, and Zhigang was aware of this, but he felt that young people shouldn't be promoted too quickly. Basic work experience is like the foundation of a martial arts practitioner—it's crucial. Moreover, another important indicator of a young person's diligence is how long they can maintain that work ethic.

Sometimes, when Zhigang got tired of reading, he would go for a walk in the main office and chat with Xiaofang, who was also reading. He discovered that Xiaofang was studying for an undergraduate degree in economics and management, taking self-study exams, and had already passed several subjects. He thought that if this young woman trained for a few more years, she could also obtain her undergraduate degree and might become a valuable asset.

One evening, Zhigang was reading when he heard Xiaofang scream and the sound of a chair falling over coming from the general office outside. He ran over and saw Xiaofang lying on the floor. "What happened?" Zhigang asked.

Xiaofang groaned, "I stood on the chair to get something from the top of the filing cabinet, and the chair fell over."

"Are you alright? Are you okay?"

Zhigang asked, trying to help Xiaofang up, but he couldn't. One of Xiaofang's legs was weak, as if it were dislocated or broken, and her knee was scraped and bleeding.

Zhigang gently moved her dragging left leg to check, but Xiaofang

screamed "Ah!" and Zhigang stopped moving.

"Could it be a fracture?"

Zhigang said. "Let's go to the hospital to get it checked out."

Xiaofang said, "Is it a fracture? Let's see if it gets better in a bit."

Zhigang said, "No, let's go to the hospital anyway."

"It's so late, forget it. We'll go to the hospital tomorrow if it doesn't get better."

"Judging from your condition, it's not minor. Don't take any chances."

Zhigang carefully avoided touching Xiaofang's left calf, picked her up horizontally, carried her downstairs, put her in the car, and drove to the district central hospital.

At the hospital's emergency room, as soon as the doctor touched her calf, Xiaofang grimaced in pain. The doctor grabbed her ankle, told her to bear the pain, rotated her calf a few times, and then suddenly pushed it upwards. There was a "crack" sound, and Xiaofang immediately felt no pain.

"It's dislocated."

The doctor disinfected Xiaofang's scraped knee, bandaged it, and said, "It's fine now, you can go home."

Xiaofang was still limping, and the external injury was still a bit painful. Zhigang helped her into the car, returned to the migrant workers' home, and then helped her into the dormitory.

Chapter

51 Daiju's Coldness Zhigang helped Xiaofang sit on the bed, and Xiaofang hugged his neck, her fragrant lips pressing against his. Zhigang sucked on Xiaofang's tongue, finding it sweet and fragrant. He wondered if all young girls' tongues were sweet and fragrant. Because the first few girls he kissed were all like that.

Xiaofang removed Zhigang's outer garment, then his fleece. Zhigang could no longer control himself, first freeing Xiaofang's breasts. These breasts were as white and clear as if carved from ivory, or like two slightly elongated melons, their stems pointing upwards. Zhigang gently caressed these small yet exquisitely beautiful breasts, feeling a surge of heat throughout his body, yearning to possess their owner. Xiaofang

's body was also like an ivory carving, white, lustrous, and bright, with clear and crisp lines, without a single embellishment. Her long legs were spread, revealing the equally beautiful flower between them. The flower, too, was like a sculpted work of art, with clear, flowing lines and a well-balanced composition. Even more alluring than the work of art was its vibrant, blooming posture and the irresistible charm that made one yearn to enter—something that could never be replicated. Zhigang

's tongue lightly touched the stamen, as if afraid of hurting it. The stamen contracted briefly and then returned to its original shape, releasing a clear, transparent liquid that gathered at the point where the lips met below the inner lips. Once it was full, it flowed out. Suddenly, the inner lips opened and closed once, squeezing out more liquid. At this moment, Xiaofang had already used her mouth and hands to make Zhigang's jade pillar as hard as iron and as passionate as fire, aiming it at the tender and moist flower core and thrusting it straight in, splashing countless water droplets, and the double-layered flower lips enveloped it, tightly wrapping it.

Zhigang felt his jade pillar being wrapped so tightly by the jade lips that he couldn't breathe, and the jade lips seemed to be controlled, loosening for a while, then tightening for a while, then loosening for a while, then tightening for a while. Sometimes tightening and pulling, sometimes loosening and pulling, sometimes pulling in a half-loose and half-tight state, giving Zhigang different pleasures. The force of the well cave sucking in, the feeling of the Dai** cave tightly gripping, appeared at this moment at the same time. Zhigang clearly felt the rhythm of her tightening lips quickening, knowing the tide was coming. He also exerted all his strength to meet the challenge within her cave. They reached a fever pitch simultaneously, their jade pillars and ** melting together, their two lives colliding and destroying, transforming into a surging sea.

Zhigang hadn't expected this seemingly frail girl to be so alluring and sexy during lovemaking, her cave so elastic and flexible. This flower was truly the queen of beauty.

Xiaofang's first orgasm was with Dali, and she had experienced orgasms occasionally since, but this one with Zhigang was unparalleled and profound. She didn't know that with the tightness of her cave, most men would ejaculate quickly, unable to bring her to orgasm. Zhigang's extraordinary ability was something she had never encountered before, allowing her to truly savor ultimate pleasure.

The second time Zhigang entered Xiaofang's cave, he effortlessly brought her to orgasm without ejaculating. Xiao Fang once again experienced a higher level of pleasure, continuing to enjoy the joy even after her climax, and experiencing another climax in the face of Zhi Gang's rock-solid and mountain-like strength. She had forgotten her initial intentions for having sex with Zhi Gang, and was wholeheartedly enjoying the pleasure he gave her.

When Zhi Gang woke up, he found Xiao Fang in his arms and became excited again. He turned over and inserted his penis into her vagina, forcefully and freely arousing Xiao Fang to another climax, and continued to linger inside her. Xiao Fang had only recently lost her virginity and was not yet a mature woman; her period of excitement had passed, so Zhi Gang struggled inside her for a long time, but she did not reach another climax. Zhi Gang had no choice but to pump his semen into her tight vagina.

No matter how late Zhi Gang went to bed at night, he always woke up early in the morning and did not want to sleep anymore. He dressed, quietly opened the door and went downstairs to the office building in front. He did not expect that the cleaning lady would arrive even earlier; Dai Lan was already sweeping the corridor. When she saw him coming out of Xiao Fang's room, she angrily threw the broom on the ground.

Dali's job is now very easy, and his income is much higher than before. With nothing to do all day, he spends his time playing mahjong. He's free during the day, while the migrant workers are only free in the evenings and on weekends, so they can't meet up. He goes to a mahjong parlor in the village to play.

Most of the players there are women and elderly people from the village and nearby areas; there are very few men his age. The stakes are low, only a few hundred yuan. Dali has become familiar with these locals and finds it enjoyable. Although the mahjong games are small, it's better than nothing. Sometimes he thinks that playing small mahjong isn't gambling; it's just for fun. He's unlikely to lose his wife again, and besides, he doesn't have a wife to lose to now, so there's nothing to be afraid of.

Xiaoyong insists on seeing his father every weekend, so Zheng Ting takes him to find Dali. Zheng Ting also has ulterior motives; he wants to take the opportunity to see Zhichun and have an affair with her. He took Xiaoyong to Dali's dormitory, where only Xiaofang was inside. Xiaofang said, "Dali went out to buy something and will be back soon. He told me to leave Xiaoyong with you."

Zheng Ting said, "Okay, then I'll trouble you to look after Xiaoyong."

Zheng Ting left, and Xiaoyong happily jumped into Xiaofang's arms. Dali had actually arrived at the mahjong room early in the morning and was happy to leave Xiaoyong in Xiaofang's care for the day.

Xiaofang kissed Xiaoyong, pulled him close, revealing his thin, growing body, his ribs clearly visible. His penis was already erect, and Xiaofang licked the head of it with her tongue before taking it into her mouth. Xiaoyong skillfully massaged Xiaofang's breasts, inserting his fingers into her vagina. Xiaofang felt that Xiaoyong's fingers were about the same thickness as her penis, but the feeling inside her vagina was quite different. After all, her penis was for this purpose, and she felt more comfortable with her penis, so she inserted it into her vagina.

Xiao Yong was still irresistibly aroused as soon as he entered, while Xiao Fang closed her eyes, enjoying the pleasure of his penis thrusting wildly inside her. Initially, she and Xiao Yong were just doing it for novelty, but now they were methodically carrying out her plan, while also enjoying the limited pleasure of being with the boy. Fortunately, her vaginal muscles could contract very tightly, and although his penis was small, it could still hold it tightly, making Xiao Yong feel much more comfortable than with Gan Xinyi and the others. Only with Xiao Jing, because she was an underdeveloped virgin, did he feel very tight. He thrust recklessly until he ejaculated.

Xiao Fang wanted to drain Xiao Yong's body dry, preventing him from developing properly, so she had him do it three times that morning. During the third time, while embracing Xiao Yong, she also climaxed, but unfortunately, Xiao Yong had already ejaculated just as she reached her peak.

"Xiao Yong, you're amazing,"

Xiao Fang said, kissing him. "I'll take you to a nice place for lunch. There'll be fun things to do after lunch." Xiao

Fang took Xiao Yong to the Wave KTV and asked Da Peng to order two meals for guests. Since Xiaofang was beaten, Dapeng had never made love to her again. Although he had no shortage of women, he deeply missed the unique firmness of Xiaofang's clam meat. He knew that Xiaohong was responsible for the beating Xiaofang received, and he had long since neglected Xiaohong. Watching Xiaofang and Xiaoyong finish their meal, Dapeng quietly said to Xiaofang, "Xiaofang, give me one more time."

Xiaofang pointed at Xiaoyong and said, "What about him?"

"I'll get someone to keep him company."

"You should get a prostitute to keep him company."

"Get a prostitute?"

Dapeng was a little surprised and asked, "Does he like prostitutes too?"

Xiaofang said mysteriously, "Not only does he like them, he's also very capable."

"Really? He's still a child, we can't hurt him."

"When did you become so kind? Why didn't you have any compassion when you made me do that?"

Dapeng said, "Alright, alright. I'll get a prostitute."

Dapeng called Xiaoyan to keep Xiaoyong company, and then left with Xiaofang. Xiaoyan sat down next to Xiaoyong and asked him, "Can you drink?"

Xiaoyong shook his head.

"Can you play dice?"

Xiaoyong shook his head again.

"It's okay if you don't know how, I'll teach you."

Xiao Yan picked up a dice-rolling toy from the coffee table, which looked like a slightly larger toothpick holder with two dice inside. Xiao Yan shook the holder with practiced, flashy movements, then slammed it down on the coffee table, saying, "Guess if it's big or small?"

Xiao Yong guessed, "Big."

Xiao Yan lifted the holder; one die showed a one, and the other a two, for a total of three. Xiao Yan exclaimed happily, "Haha, you lost! Drink up!"

Xiao Yan poured Xiao Yong a glass of beer, which he downed in one gulp.

Xiao Yan continued to let Xiao Yong guess. Sometimes Xiao Yong guessed correctly, sometimes he guessed wrong, and they both drank quite a bit. Xiao Yan pushed the tubing to Xiao Yong and said, "Let's switch. You roll, and I'll guess."

"Okay."

Xiao Yong picked up the tubing, imitated Xiao Yan's posture, shook it for a while, and then slammed it down on the coffee table, letting Xiao Yan guess.

"Small,"

Xiao Yan guessed.

Xiao Yong removed the tubing, and saw that one was a five and the other was a six. Xiao Yan lost. Xiao Yong happily picked up a glass of beer, put his arm around Xiao Yan's neck, and poured it down her throat.

Before they knew it, they had drunk five bottles of beer. Xiao Yan was afraid that Xiao Yong would get drunk, so she said, "Okay, that's enough. We can't drink anymore."

Xiao Yong asked, "Then what should we play?"

Xiao Yan also asked, "What do you think we should play?"

Xiao Yong said, "Give me your breasts."

He quickly unbuttoned Xiao Yan's already loose neckline, unhooked her bra, grabbed Xiao Yan's two full breasts, and began to suckle.

Xiao Yan quickly pushed Xiao Yong away, saying, "You can't do this, the police will come and arrest you."

Xiao Yong said, "I'm going to do it anyway. I still want to fuck you."

He then shoved his finger into Xiao Yan's vagina.

Caught off guard, Xiao Yan said, "Xiao Yong, don't do this. If you really want to fuck me, I'll take you out."

Xiao Yong followed Xiao Yan through a maze of twists and turns to a room on the second floor. After closing the door, Xiao Yan asked, "How can such a young child know how to do this kind of thing?"

Xiao Yong pulled down her pants and said, "I've fucked several women already."

Xiao Yong's hand went back into Xiao Yan's vagina. Xiao Yan was already limp, so she lay down on the bed and let Xiao Yong insert his penis.

Xiao Yong thrust in and out of Xiao Yan's vagina for half an hour before ejaculating. After all, he was just a child. He had been sucked dry by Xiao Fang several times in the morning, and then he ejaculated again in Xiao Yan's vagina in the afternoon. He was tired and fell asleep on Xiao Yan's body after a while.

After dinner, Zheng Ting went to pick up Xiao Yong, but no one was there. The door to Dali's dormitory was locked. He called Dali's cell phone. Dali was playing mahjong and said Xiaofang had taken Xiaoyong out to play. Zheng Ting told him to call Xiaofang back quickly.

Dali called Xiaofang. Dapeng had just ejaculated inside Xiaofang for the last time. Dali asked Xiaofang, "Where are you?"

Xiaofang, panting, said, "I'm on the bus, almost home."

"Zheng Ting has already come to pick up Xiaoyong, hurry up and hand him over."

"Okay."

Xiaofang took Xiaoyong directly to Zhichun's house. Zhichun asked Xiaoyong, "Where did you go today?"

Xiaofang had already taught Xiaoyong how to say it: "I went to the Shanghai Zoo today."

Zhichun saw that Xiaoyong looked very tired and believed him without a doubt, not knowing that he wasn't tired from playing at the zoo, but had been with two women in one day and had his essence drained four times.

"I want to see Dad again tomorrow,"

Xiaoyong asked.

"No,"

Zheng Ting said, "You haven't touched your homework at all, you have to do your homework tomorrow."

Xiaoyong didn't dare to mention it again. He was very afraid of Zheng Ting now.

Under Zhigang's arrangement, Cunmei brought her daughter Xiaojing to Shanghai. Xiaojing was already in her first year of high school, but she had become depressed all the time, and her grades had plummeted. Originally, she was one of the top students in her class and had a good chance of getting into a junior college, but now Cunmei didn't dare to think about that at all. She just hoped that her daughter could be happier and that she could get married smoothly after graduating from high school.

Zhigang drove Cunmei and Xiaojing to see a psychologist, directly to Yuqin and Wumin's villa on Yindu Road. Wumin took Xiaojing to his study to talk, while Zhigang, Cunmei, and Yuqin chatted outside. Yuqin's son was over two years old and wandered around everywhere. Yuqin followed him closely, afraid that he would lose his footing and fall. Yuqin was panting heavily, but she was still enjoying herself.

Zhigang said, "Yuqin, I never would have guessed you'd be such a mother."

Yuqin replied, "I only understood after becoming a mother myself. A girl grows up, has had sex with a man, she's just a mature woman, but not a complete woman. Only when she becomes a mother is she a complete woman."

Cunmei said, "You're absolutely right. I've had this feeling vaguely, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. Now that you've said it, it's all clear to me."

Yuqin, still unaware of Xiaojing's problem, asked Cunmei, "Is something wrong with your daughter?"

Cunmei's eyes reddened, and she couldn't speak. Zhigang answered for her, "It was my second sister Zhichun's son who did something bad. He's two years younger than her daughter Xiaojing, yet he got Xiaojing pregnant. Now Xiaojing is depressed and very unstable."

"Is that all?"

Yuqin said to Cunmei, "Do you know how old I was when I lost my virginity? Twelve, several years younger than your daughter. That bastard was my mother's lover. I saw them having an affair one night, and he raped me. What's worse, my mother even helped him rape me. He then monopolized both my mother and me for several years until I graduated from junior high school and went to vocational school. I never came back. I don't even know if my mother is alive or dead."

Cunmei's eyes widened, and she said, "I never thought there were mothers like that. Whether she's alive or dead, she doesn't deserve to be a mother."

"Yes. Don't you think my emotional trauma is much deeper than your daughter's?"

"Then how did you get through it?"

"To be honest, I might be psychologically stronger than your daughter, and that's crucial. Physical wounds can heal, but emotional wounds have to be healed by oneself."

Cunmei said, "Physical wounds can't heal anymore. Can a hymen grow back?"

"What's a hymen? Breaking it is just opening a passage to the world of women, not a trauma. Besides, repairing a hymen isn't difficult these days."

"But Xiaojing is too young; she's a child, not a woman."

"Don't worry,"

Yuqin comforted her. "Wu Min is a PhD in psychology; he'll definitely ensure Xiaojing studies healthily and happily, and gets into a good university."

"Thank you so much! I'm willing to pay any price to make Xiaojing healthy and happy again."

"The price has already been paid; you don't need to pay anything more,"

Yuqin said. "Zhigang told me he'll cover all the expenses."

Cunmei said to Zhigang, "Thank you, Zhigang."

Zhigang said, "My nephew did the bad thing. Even if I'm not the guilty party, I should still bear the responsibility. You don't need to thank me."

Yuqin asked Zhigang, "How could your nephew do this at such a young age? There are so many women left behind in the countryside; did some woman seduce him?"

"No. He's been watching a lot of pornography online, and the large number of women left behind in rural areas gave him that opportunity. These women usually don't know he's sexually active, so he actively sought them out. But who initiated the second time is hard to say. His grandparents never discipline him, only spoil him. His father works away from home year-round and can't take care of the family, and my second sister has a weak personality. Even with his grandparents protecting him, they can't control him, which has led to Xiaoyong becoming like this."

"Zhigang, I think you can't let your guard down. Xiaoyong might need psychological treatment more than Xiaojing."

"Really? I'll bring Xiaoyong to see me next time."

Cunmei said anxiously, "We can't let Xiaojing run into Xiaoyong again."

Zhigang said, "Don't worry. I won't bring Xiaojing and Xiaoyong here at the same time."

The study door opened, and Wu Min came out with his arm around Xiao Jing's shoulder, saying, "I'll chat with Xiao Jing every week from now on. We have very pleasant conversations. Xiao Jing, don't you think so?"

Xiao Jing smiled and nodded. Seeing that Xiao Jing's mood had improved, Cun Mei was very happy and thanked her repeatedly.

Wu Min said, "You guys have dinner before you go back. I'll cook a few dishes."

Zhigang said, "Okay. Try your cooking."

Cunmei tugged at Zhigang's sleeve and said, "Isn't this a bit inappropriate?"

"It's alright,"

Zhigang said to her, "We're very good friends, don't be shy, just make yourself at my house."

"But why is it a man cooking at his house?"

Zhigang laughed and said to Wu Min, "Cunmei is asking why a man cooks at your house?"

Wu Min and Yuqin also laughed. Yuqin said, "He cooks better than me, and he likes to cook, so let him do it."

Wu Min said, "Let Xiaojing interact with us more; it'll be more effective than talking to me in the study."

Yuqin asked, "How is Xiaojing's schooling arranged?"

Zhigang said, "Our neighboring village's school has set up a junior high experimental class. We've hired top teachers from Anhui Province at great expense, and they use Anhui Province textbooks. This way, after graduating from junior high, the students can return to Anhui to take the high school entrance exam, and their scores won't be much worse than those of students from top schools in the province."

"This is a great idea. It not only solves the problem of migrant workers' children having difficulty attending school in Shanghai, but it also fundamentally solves the problem of them using Shanghai textbooks but not being able to take the Shanghai high school entrance exam."

"Yes. That's exactly what we're aiming to solve. However, the school you're setting up in Shanghai needs to use Anhui textbooks, so the approval process is quite complicated, but it's almost done now. If the experiment is successful, we'll first promote it, and second, set up another high school experimental class to solve the problem of migrant workers' children taking the college entrance exam in one fell swoop."

After dinner, they returned to the company, and it was already past ten o'clock. Zhigang asked Cunmei, "Is it easy to stay at Daqun's place?" " It's

easy."

They were staying in the migrant workers' home rented by Daqun. Jiafang knew that Cunmei had arrived in Shanghai, so naturally she wouldn't come. "Is it convenient?" Zhigang asked, afraid that Xiaojing would understand, so he didn't ask too directly. "It's convenient." Cunmei knew what he was asking, "I set up a bed in the living room for Xiaojing to sleep on." Back home, Daiju was sitting on the living room sofa watching TV, so he quickly got up to make him tea. Zhigang hugged Daiju and kissed her, but felt a little awkward. Daiju gently cooperated with him, extending her tongue to kiss him, but it seemed to lack the overflowing passion of her usual self. Zhigang didn't mind, removing Daiju's clothes and laying her body flat on the sofa, admiring the beautiful woman's body changing colors under the television's colored lights. He kissed from her head to her breasts, then down her upper abdomen, navel, lower abdomen to her pubic area, beyond which lay the core cave. Zhigang parted her jade lips, which opened obediently, no longer swaying like petals in the wind as usual. When Zhigang inserted his penis, he felt the entrance was a little tight. He thought it was Daiju's unique tightness, but after entering, he realized it was different from usual. Her jade lips no longer had that active, flexible movement, only passively allowing his penis to move in and out, and it was so tight it was a little uncomfortable. Zhigang thought perhaps Daiju wasn't aroused yet, but usually she would be very aroused by this time. What was wrong today? "What's wrong with you today?" Zhigang asked, "Did something unhappy happen?" "No," Daiju said with a forced smile. "So you don't want to have sex today, you're not excited?" Daiju's smile froze on her face, tears welling up in her eyes. She said, "I'm sorry. I don't know what's wrong, I just can't get excited today. Go ahead and try, I'm not afraid of pain." Zhigang tried a few times, but it wasn't working at all. There was no fluid inside, it was quite dry, and his little brother was painful from the friction. He lost interest and said disappointedly, "Forget it. I'm not doing it anymore." He pulled out his penis. "I'm sorry," Daiju said, turning over. "How about I let you do it from behind?" Zhigang had once been interested in trying to enter Daiju's anus, but Daiju didn't let him, so he gave up. But today he wasn't interested either, saying, "Forget it. I don't want to do it anymore." "But you're still so hard, you must want to do it. It's my fault. I'll give you a blowjob." Daiju took his penis into her mouth, her moist and soft tongue making Zhigang's little brother feel comfortable, and he also regained the feeling of having sex with Daiju before, so he let her suck on it. Daiju used her hands, tongue, and lips to arouse Zhigang, causing him to ejaculate into her mouth. Daiju swallowed the nectar and continued to suck on his penis, gradually shrinking it until it became limp. Zhigang stroked Daiju's breasts, comforting her, "It's okay. We'll do it again next time." But Daiju cried again, hugging Zhigang and saying, "My sister told me that you and Xiaofang did it all night. I didn't want to, but I can't get aroused." Zhigang then understood and said, "I'm sorry. Xiaofang and I were just playing around. You live in my house, of course I like you." "I'm not jealous. I don't care how many women you have outside, and I know you have many women. But when I think about you and Xiaofang doing it, I see the image of your penis going in and out of her hole in my mind, and it makes me so sad." Zhigang had never encountered a woman controlling him before, not even Jing'er had ever controlled him, but Daiju wasn't controlling him; she just wasn't aroused, and he didn't know what to do. Chapter 52 Farmers' Calligraphy and Painting Exhibition As December drew to a close, the festive atmosphere of the Lunar New Year gradually intensified. First, businesses with a large number of young people and a strong Western influence held Christmas parties, followed by Spring Festival galas from various enterprises and community organizations. Zhigang wondered if Xinyi had set up the farmers' dance troupe and band. He called Xinyi, who said that not only were the dance troupe and band ready, but they had also practiced several signature pieces and were just waiting for a call from Shanghai. During the New Year's holiday, the "Neighboring Village Farmers' Calligraphy and Painting Exhibition" opened first at the Neighboring Village Hall. The setup work had begun as early as the beginning of December, with Xinyi sending over a hundred calligraphy and painting works to Shanghai. Some of these works were created by calligraphy and painting enthusiasts from Pengjia Village and Xiaofengzhuang, while others were provided by the Daishan Town Cultural Station. Guiling entrusted the setup work to Zhihong. Zhihong, however, had no idea how to set up an exhibition, so she called Shen Peng over. Shen Peng, whose previous cultural company had organized art exhibitions, became the de facto head of the organization upon his arrival, with Zhihong naturally becoming his assistant. Shen Peng contacted a framing shop to have all the calligraphy and paintings framed, and then hung them in different rooms of the neighboring village's guild hall according to their content, style, and size. The main exhibition hall was a multi-functional space, with a red background and yellow characters on the front wall, written in running script by Li Wenbo: "The First Neighboring Village Friends Farmers' Calligraphy and Painting Exhibition." The works were displayed clockwise from the right wall. The first piece, though also framed, served as a preface, concisely explaining the origin and significance of the Neighboring Village Friends Farmers' Calligraphy and Painting Exhibition, as well as the authors, guides, organizers, and their contributions to the exhibition. It then expressed appreciation and gratitude for the neighboring village company's sponsorship of the exhibition, and succinctly and strikingly highlighted the company's keen insight and far-reaching intentions from different perspectives, including corporate culture, business culture, and the cultural industry. This preface is brief yet rich in content, written in a style reminiscent of parallel prose, combining parallel and free verse to express the meaning concisely and beautifully. In fact, it is also a work of calligraphy, written in the elegant and graceful Liu style of regular script. It was written by Shen Peng and calligraphed by Gui Ling over several evenings.

Shen Peng's preface received high praise from Zhigang, who considered it a rare gem of an article, even suggesting that some sentences could be used as company slogans. He instructed Director Qian to feature the preface on the company website's homepage so everyone could appreciate this exceptional piece. This made Zhihong extremely proud, as if her own writing had received such acclaim.

The exhibition setup was arduous, and it wasn't until after 8 PM on December 31st that everything was finally complete, yet Shen Peng and Zhihong hadn't even had dinner. Guiling stayed with them throughout this final day, ordering the chef to prepare a few dishes to reward Shen Peng and Zhihong.

After a few drinks, Zhigang came over to check on the exhibition setup. He sat down and said to Shen Peng, "Let me toast you first to thank you for your help. Without you, I can't imagine what our exhibition setup would have looked like."

Shen Peng said, "No need to be so polite. Actually, you could have hired any exhibition company to set up the exhibition and achieved the same results."

"No,"

Zhigang said, "There's one thing I think other exhibition companies couldn't do, at least not to this level."

"What is it?"

"The preface. This article is exceptionally well-written, insightful, unique in perspective, and profound in understanding. It's not something just any cultural figure could write."

"You flatter me. That was just some random thought, a few lines I jotted down. Please excuse my poor writing."

Zhigang didn't know Shen Peng before, but the past two weeks of work had piqued his interest. He had asked Zhihong about him and learned that Shen Peng had previously run a cultural company that had gone bankrupt, and was now planning to start another one. Zhigang had always wanted to enter the cultural industry, but he lacked a starting point, mainly because he didn't have the talent in that area. If Shen Peng was a talented person, he might consider collaborating with him.

Zhigang asked Shen Peng, "I heard you want to start another cultural company?"

"Yes. Besides culture, I don't know anything else."

"So how's your preparation going? Or what are you lacking?"

"I lack talent. I'm not talking about talent in the cultural field, but marketing talent for the cultural market. I've learned from past failures; besides being deceived, I also didn't manage things well. I don't lack culture or cultural people around me, I lack business operators. The focus of the cultural industry should be on the industry itself, not on the culture." "

So how do you think you can acquire the marketing talent you need?"

"Time. Good talent is hard to come by. I need time to build a marketing team. Survival of the fittest, after a certain period of accumulation, finding one or two good talents would be lucky."

"Time is money. So what you need is money; with money, you'll have time."

"Right. I didn't persevere until the day I saw results because I didn't have enough funds."

"Let's cooperate,"

Zhigang decided. "Let's cooperate to establish a cultural company. You'll be the general manager, and I'll give you money and time. What do you think?"

Shen Peng didn't immediately agree, saying, "Let me think about it."

“Of course,”

Zhigang said. “Today’s suggestion is just a proposal. If we really want to cooperate, we need to sit down and talk it over.”

Zhigang had already eaten and drunk a few glasses of wine before leaving. Guiling ate for a while before being called away by her employees. Zhihong asked Shen Peng, “You’re not going home tonight, are you? You have to attend the opening ceremony tomorrow.”

Shen Peng was originally staying at the migrant workers’ home, but today there were so many guests that all the rooms, including the neighboring village’s clubhouse, were full. Shen Peng said, “I have nowhere to stay tonight.”

“Such a big place, are you worried about not having a place to stay? If it’s really necessary, Zhichun and I will sleep together, and you can stay at my place.”

Their relationship was delicate; they had feelings for each other, but neither dared to take any further steps. Shen Peng had long liked Zhihong. If possible, he would be willing to marry Zhihong, regardless of the five or six-year age gap. He knew that Zhihong had a husband and was unwilling to divorce him, but he was also willing to be her lover. Zhihong also had ordinary feelings for Shen Peng. If she weren’t married and there was no age gap, she would be very willing to marry Shen Peng. She thought Shen Peng was the most outstanding man she knew, even comparable to her younger brother Zhigang, though he was far less successful. She was naturally willing to develop a romantic relationship with Shen Peng; she couldn't even imagine what it would feel like to have sex with him. However, because Shen Peng had witnessed Zhu Xianmin's wife assaulting Zhihong, causing her great embarrassment, she feared Shen Peng might think she was a terrible woman and look down on her. Their last trip to Zhouzhuang was a perfect opportunity, but they both missed it due to their timidity.

They sat by the riverbank for a long time, then strolled around the streets until it was late. They both wanted to stay overnight in Zhouzhuang, but neither dared to bring it up, hoping the other would suggest it. Finally, Shen Peng spoke first: "Shall we go back?"

Shen Peng asked hesitantly, wanting Zhihong to object, but Zhihong dared not object and reluctantly said, "Okay."

From then on, their relationship became closer, but the atmosphere when they were together made it difficult for either of them to make that request.

At this moment, Shen Peng finally mustered his courage, his face flushed, and said, "I'll stay at your place. Can I stay with you?"

Zhi Hong's face also turned red, her heart pounding like a drum, like the feeling of being in love. She glanced at Shen Peng but didn't speak.

Since that incident, Zhi Hong hadn't slept with a man. She didn't know why, but she had lost interest in other men. Shen Peng followed Zhi Hong to her house, and both of them felt a little awkward. Shen Peng thought to himself, if a man still didn't dare to do something at this point, he wouldn't be a real man. Without saying a word, he pounced on Zhi Hong on the bed, hugged her, and kissed her. Zhi Hong had been waiting for him to do this, sucking on his tongue and licking it with her own.

Having been through it all, once the beginning was over, Shen Peng was no longer timid. He peeled off Zhi Hong's clothes layer by layer until a pair of snow-white, full breasts were revealed. He buried his face between her breasts, remaining motionless for a long time, closing his eyes to enjoy the excitement of finally winning this woman's heart. His tongue slid directly from between her breasts downwards, stopping only at the moist stamen in the center of her flower. He sucked on every part of her labia from top to bottom, then let his tongue penetrate deep into the heart of her flower, letting the gushing liquid engulf his tongue, then sucking the liquid into his mouth and swallowing it.

Zhihong moaned under Shen Peng's tongue, twisting her body, pressing her flower against Shen Peng's mouth, wanting him to go deeper. Shen Peng's mouth left her flower, and his hard jade pillar took over, slowly inserting from the mouth until it was completely inside. He moved in and out joyfully inside her cave, his lips kissing Zhihong's lips again.

Zhihong felt herself lifted off the bed and suspended in mid-air. With each thrust in her flower, Shen Peng lifted her a little higher, higher and higher, pleasure entering every pore of her body with the air. Shen Peng continued thrusting, like pumping air; she felt the room shrink, the walls disappearing naturally, and she was already in the vast sky, white clouds brushing against her body, pleasure being transferred to the clouds, carried away by them, spreading to wherever they went.

Zhihong was both happy and worried, fearing that if Shen Peng stopped going in and out, she would fall. When she felt the ever-expanding joy within her overwhelm her, she could no longer control herself and let her body explode, falling from an infinite height.

After the explosion, she found that her fragmented self was still in the air. Her joy had become the joy of this world, never to fall to the ground again. A

group of farmer calligraphy and painting enthusiasts, led by Li Wenbo, arrived in Shanghai at the end of December and met with visitors at the calligraphy and painting exhibition during the New Year's Day holiday. Zhao Hongxia, Wu Qiuzhen, and Zhang Yinhua were all members of the calligraphy and painting delegation. Painter Cao Lang, poet Li Cunshan, and Zhu Zhineng also came as instructors. Zhao Hongxia practiced calligraphy, while Wu Qiuzhen and Zhang Yinhua studied painting. Their works were all displayed in the main exhibition hall of the multi-functional hall. Seeing their own works, they felt unfamiliar; they didn't seem like what they had written or painted. Hongxia covered her burning face, closed her eyes for a while, and then opened them again to see if her works were still hanging there. Qiuzhen and Yinhua happily pointed out each other's paintings, exchanging ideas on brushwork and creativity.

Guiling was overjoyed by the arrival of Li Wenbo and his entourage. The pleasure she experienced with this refined lover was the most precious to her, even surpassing the happiness Liu Weiqiang had given her.

Guiling arranged for Li Wenbo to stay alone in a guest room at the neighboring village's guild hall, but Li Wenbo continued drinking with Cao Lang, Li Cunshan, and Zhu Zhineng until 11 PM, showing no sign of resting. She knew their habits; drinking until midnight was normal, and they would likely sleep until noon the next day. She went over and urged, "You should go to bed early. The opening ceremony is at 9 AM tomorrow; you can't be late."

Guiling and Li Wenbo's first time together was arranged by Li Cunshan and his friends. Li Cunshan, drunk, slurred, "Guiling, you...you can't wait, can

you?" Guiling retorted without backing down, "I just can't wait, what's wrong with that? Want to join in?"

Li Cunshan quickly said, "No, no. We'll do as you say, let's finish."

Guiling helped Li Wenbo upstairs and laid him on the bed. Guiling remembered her first time with Li Wenbo; it was when he was drunk, and they had a truly exhilarating time. She liked Li Wenbo's drunken state, finding it more artistic. Li Wenbo sat up on the bed, feeling too hot, so he took off his clothes, picked up Guiling, and threw her onto the bed. Guiling, waiting for his drunken frenzy, let him undress her, allowing him to kiss her breasts and body.

Li Wenbo kissed her lower flower, already blooming like a trumpet. He blew a breath into it, saying, "I'll intoxicate it with my alcohol."

Guiling felt a ticklish sensation on her vulva and giggled, saying, "Come in quickly."

Li Wenbo's jade pillar, like a brush dipped in thick ink, entered her cave, churning wildly inside like cursive script. Guiling felt herself being lifted into the air by the brush tip; she transformed into a white cloud, the brush swirling around the cloud, writing large, wild cursive characters in the sky.

After Guiling's climax, she returned to reality, feeling the brush still inside her cave. Knowing Li Wenbo wouldn't ejaculate after drinking, she continued to enjoy the pleasure he gave her, waiting for the second wave.

It wasn't until Guiling's sixth wave arrived that Li Wenbo finally squeezed out all his fluids, happily holding Guiling tightly, unwilling to let go.

After completely calming down, Guiling felt a burning sensation on the cave walls, knowing she had been thoroughly penetrated by the jade pillar. She said, "Wenbo, how come you were so strong today? It's burning inside."

Wenbo laughed and said, "I felt like I was writing a long piece of art that I'd been conceiving for a year. There were so many words, so I just kept writing and writing. Only after finally finishing did I remember to let you go."

Guiling said, "I've been waiting for you to finish this piece for a whole year."

At 9:00 AM on January 1st, the "First Friends of Neighboring Villages Farmers' Calligraphy and Painting Exhibition" officially opened. Qiang Hui, Yuqin, Wu Min, Sister Wu, Weiqiang, and others came to support the event. After a brief opening ceremony, everyone freely viewed the works.

Wang Changqing's family also came. Xiao Cui held a baby boy who was only a few months old, her face radiating the happiness of a mother, a sight to behold. Shen Qiong and Xiao Shuang followed like guardian angels. Wang Changqing carefully examined each painting, stopping before a traditional Chinese ink wash landscape titled "My Home is Deep in the White Clouds." The painting features a large mountain as its centerpiece, with countless other mountains stretching behind it. White clouds, like a belt, divide the mountainside. The artist uses blank space to represent the clouds, leaving room for them while painting the mountain, conveying their purity, drifting nature, and carefree ease without a single stroke. Not far below the clouds, one can vaguely see blue-tiled roofs and a wisp of smoke rising into the clouds, revealing a small mountain village.

Wang Changqing's eyes welled up with tears. He turned to Shen Qiong and said, "Do you remember? This is exactly what our hometown looks like. It's so similar."

Shen Qiong looked at it for a while and nodded, saying, "It is similar."

Wang Changqing said, "I want to buy this painting."

Shen Qiong found Guiling and asked, "Are these paintings for sale?"

Guiling said, "We didn't intend to sell them; we just wanted to display them. What, you want to buy them?"

Shen Qiong pulled Guiling to the painting and said, "My dad took a liking to this painting, saying it looks especially like the scenery of my hometown."

"Really?"

Guiling looked at the signature; it was painted by Qiu Zhen. The painting depicted the scenery of Daishan Mountain, clearly not Wang Changqing's hometown. "This is the scenery of my hometown, Daishan Mountain. If it looks like your hometown, that's quite a coincidence."

"Coincidence is fate,"

Wang Changqing said. "I will definitely buy this painting and hang it in my living room. How much do you want?"

Guiling said, "We really didn't intend to sell it, so we don't have a price. How about this, I'll ask the artist; if she agrees, the painting will be yours."

“No,”

Wang Changqing said seriously. “I must buy it. If this painting touches my heart, I’m willing to pay for it.”

Guiling found Qiuzhen and pulled her over, saying, “Her name is Wu Qiuzhen, and she’s the artist of this painting.”

Old Wang grasped Qiuzhen’s hand and said excitedly, “Thank you. This painting is exactly the same as one that has been imprinted in my heart for decades. Will you sell it to me?”

Qiuzhen said, “If you like it, I’ll give it to you.”

“No. I must buy it to truly appreciate its significance.”

Old Wang turned to Guiling and said, “I’ll give you ten thousand yuan. Is that enough?”

Guiling said, “Ten thousand yuan is too much. But since you have such a kind intention, I’ll accept it on behalf of Qiuzhen. Next time, please come to my hometown to see this mountain and see if it’s really the same as the mountain in your hometown.”

Weiqiang also offered ten thousand yuan to buy the preface written by Guiling. He told Guiling, "I didn't spend ten thousand yuan just to make you smile; I genuinely love this preface. It's a good article, and the author is absolutely talented. I also really like your handwriting. Looking at every character, even every stroke, I can see your face, your eyes. I'm going to hang it on my office wall. When I see the content of the preface, I'll think about how to emulate the company in the neighboring village; when I see the strokes of the characters, I'll think of your eyes. Don't you think it's worth every penny?"

That evening, Guiling discussed with Li Wenbo and others whether they should set a price for the calligraphy and painting, so that it could be sold to anyone willing to buy it. Li Wenbo said, "Before we came, we never expected anyone to buy the paintings, so we didn't set a price. Since someone is willing to buy them, regardless of their reason—whether it's out of hometown sentiment or a peasant's mentality—we should set a price."

Guiling asked Hongxia and the others, "What do you think?"

Hongxia said, "Our paintings aren't worth much anyway; we just give them to people who want them. But if there's a price, no matter how much or how cheap, it makes a difference. I think we can set a price, but it should be cheap, not expensive. Even if it's ten yuan, that's the point."

Guiling said to Li Wenbo, "You set a price."

“I think we should follow the industry practice and price it by the square foot, for example, two hundred yuan per square foot,”

Zhu Zhineng said. “I think we can break with convention and set prices. If these bosses like a painting, they might not care about its size; they're willing to buy it if they like it. As long as they're willing to buy, money isn't an issue. For example, if they like a painting that's only one square foot in size, and you only charge them two hundred yuan, it's not very appealing, and neither the buyer nor the seller feels any interest. I suggest we roughly divide all the paintings into several tiers: large, medium, and small, priced at two thousand, one thousand five, and one thousand yuan respectively. This pricing method will make people feel that it's just for fun, and they'll actually be more interested and feel a sense of familiarity. After all, the purpose of this art exhibition is just to create a lively atmosphere.”

Gui Ling said, “I think this is a good idea. What do you think, Wenbo?”

Wenbo said, “Yes. I think it's good too.”

The next day, Qiang Hui brought many members of the Anhui Chamber of Commerce to see the art exhibition, and quite a few people were indeed willing to buy paintings. Of course, they weren't buying paintings to collect, but mostly out of hometown sentiment and a connection to farmers. Some people even asked the artists to write calligraphy and paint on the spot, making the scene very lively. More than a dozen paintings were sold that day.

During the three-day New Year's Day holiday, over thirty paintings were sold, which was very encouraging. Guiling and Wenbo decided that all the unsold paintings would be exhibited intact for an extended period. Anyone who wanted to buy a painting could do so at any time, and those who didn't could still appreciate the farmers' works and learn about modern rural life.

The art exhibition was unexpectedly successful. Originally intended as just a lively event, it unexpectedly sold so many paintings and calligraphy, and the news media even reported on it, saying that this kind of farmers' painting exhibition opened a window for Shanghai citizens to understand and learn about rural areas and the emotional exchange between urban and rural areas. It also provided inspiration and guidance for enterprises on how to build corporate culture, promote culture, and serve culture .

As soon as New Year's Day was over, preparations for the Spring Festival Gala began.

Zhigang and Guiling discussed entrusting the preparation work for the Gala to Shen Peng as well, and this time it was a paid arrangement, with Shen Peng acting as a cultural company organizer.

Shen Peng meticulously crafted a gala plan, focusing on three points: theme, content, and invited guests. Shen Peng believed that the theme should still revolve around the integration of urban and rural areas. The event was divided into three parts: speeches by leaders, interpretation of the theme, and a variety of cultural performances. Leaders were required to keep their speeches brief and practical, the theme interpretation concise and to highlight key points, and the cultural performances diverse and interactive. Invited guests were determined by Zhigang, Guiling, and Lanhua.

The party was held in the multi-functional hall of the neighboring village's association building, where calligraphy and paintings on the surrounding walls enhanced the atmosphere and allowed more people to appreciate them. The stage backdrop featured the large characters in running script written by Li Wenbo: "Friends of the Neighboring Village—Our Future Home." Guests began arriving at 3 PM. This time, the town's Party Secretary, Mayor, and relevant department leaders were invited, including Shen Yaomin, the director of the tax office, and Zhang Cheng, the town office secretary, who also accompanied the leaders.

Guiling was the host again, jokingly saying she had become a "golden host." After the speeches by leaders and representatives from various sectors, Zhigang summarized the neighboring village company's achievements and shortcomings over the past year, looked forward to the new year, and expressed gratitude to the attendees for their help and support. Then, Qianghui delivered a toast, and the banquet began.

The cultural performances began 20 minutes after the banquet started. This 20-minute period allowed everyone to eat something to tide them over, exchange toasts, and then return to their seats quietly. First, a small band composed of rural women played instruments such as the erhu, flute, pipa, and guqin. Their performance of "Joyful Celebration," a cheerful tune with folk and local characteristics, captivated everyone's attention and earned a standing ovation. The band then performed "Golden Snake Dance" and "Thunder in the Drought," which also garnered enthusiastic applause.

Professor Gu Chenxi and his daughter Gu Ya, along with Chun'er, Wei Wenjing, and others, presented a high-level, professional performance. Gu Chenxi's powerful, deep baritone voice was somewhat reminiscent of Yang Hongji, who sang the theme song for "Romance of the Three Kingdoms"; Gu Ya's coloratura soprano transported the audience to an artistic realm unattainable by most; Chun'er's folk singing and Wei Wenjing's popular singing style were beautiful and relatable.

The highlight of the evening was the performance by the rural elderly women's dance troupe brought by Xinyi and her friends. A dozen or so elderly women, dressed in bright red, were full of joy as they performed "Rural Sunset Glow," a dance created and choreographed for them by the town's cultural center. The women's exaggerated yet comical, graceful yet simple performance fully expressed the tranquility and freshness of the rural environment, as well as the joy and peace of rural elderly life, winning rounds of enthusiastic applause.

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