[Urban] The Romantic Encounters of a Working Boy (Complete) - 13-15

Chapter 007 Rebirth from the Ashes

Last night, dealing with three women kept him up late until he got home. This morning, Zhigang was sound asleep when he was woken by the barking of his dog. He heard someone outside ask, "Is Feng Zhigang home?"

It was a woman's voice. Zhigang got up and ran to the window to look down. He saw Jingyuan standing in the yard, facing off against Zhigang's dog, too afraid to approach. Zhigang told the dog to stop and said to Jingyuan, "Wait a moment, I'll be right down."

Zhigang quickly got dressed, ran downstairs, and welcomed Jingyuan into the living room.

Zhigang invited Jingyuan to sit for a while, quickly finished washing up, and came over to make her a cup of tea. He said, "Master Jingyuan, I'm so sorry, I got up late."

"It's alright. Congratulations on your freedom and lack of worries."

"Who can be without worries? If everyone with worries were to enter the monastery, then probably everyone in the world would be a monk."

Jingyuan seemed to understand something, looking at Zhigang with her beautiful eyes, and said, "Please explain further, Master."

"Hey, how about we chat like friends today? Don't call me Master, and I won't call you Master, it's too awkward. Just call me Zhigang. What's your secular name?"

"I've abandoned my secular name. Just call me Jingyuan."

"No. It feels too formal and distant. Forget about your status as a nun for now, and call me by my secular name for a while. I don't think it will affect your meditation."

"Alright. Since you insist, I'll grant your wish. My name used to be Jia Xinyi."

“It’s not you who insists, it’s Zhigang who insists.”

Jia Xinyi smiled brightly, her Buddhist expression completely gone, revealing her adorable girlish charm: “Yes, it’s Zhigang who insists.”

“Xinyi.”

Zhigang tried calling her name.

“Hmm?”

“Look, what a beautiful name. Just hearing it makes me feel so much closer. What ‘Master Jingyuan’? How distant.”

Xinyi completely relaxed, no longer putting on airs like a nun, and said with a sweet smile, “If you were to become a nun, your cultivation would definitely be above mine.”

“Why?”

“Your comprehension is too good. Zen meditation is all about comprehension, it requires sudden enlightenment.”

“Hmph. If I were to become a nun, you would have to return to secular life.”

“Why?”

“I would be unable to resist pursuing you, wanting to marry you, and wouldn’t that scare you into returning to secular life?”

“Ha…”

Zhigang amused Xinyi, making her burst into laughter, like an innocent young girl.

“Alright,”

Zhigang said seriously, “Now you can tell me your story, right?”

Xinyi stopped laughing and stared at Zhigang warily: “How do you know I have a story? What else do you know?”

“Fool. Would you have become a nun if you didn’t have a story? A girl this beautiful, whether it’s family, colleagues, or friends, they all love you more than enough. If these people hadn’t hurt you so badly, how could you have become a nun?”

Xinyi’s big eyes were still staring at him, and two crystal tears seeped from the corners of her eyes.

Zhigang took out a few tissues and gently wiped away her tears, saying tenderly, "I know you became a nun because you encountered an insurmountable obstacle. However, whether you are a nun or a layperson, you shouldn't avoid problems, but face them head-on. You can't get around them. For example, if you change your path and think you've bypassed that obstacle, you'll still encounter obstacles ahead, and you'll feel sorry for yourself, thinking your life is so miserable that no path is viable. Actually, you're wrong. This new obstacle is still the same obstacle you encountered before, and you must overcome it. Once you overcome it, your life will enter a completely new level and realm. Of course, you will encounter obstacles in the future, but those are new obstacles, higher-level difficulties you will face after you have transcended yourself."

Xinyi stared at Zhigang with her big, tearful eyes, as if she didn't recognize him. This time, Zhigang licked away her tears with his tongue, but she didn't react at all.

"The Buddhist saying goes, 'The sea of suffering is boundless, but turning back is the shore.' Isn't that right?"

Xinyi nodded, still looking at him.

“Life is actually a struggle in a sea of suffering. Don’t judge a book by its cover and assume someone is happy; they’re also in a sea of suffering. Pain is a normal part of life, so we can’t avoid it. Instead, we must accept it, resolve it, and even enjoy it. Only when you can enjoy pain from the bottom of your heart and find sweetness in it can you turn back to the right path. Otherwise, no matter how many times you recite the sutra about turning back to the right path, you still won’t be able to turn back.”

Xin Yi couldn’t help but kiss Zhi Gang’s cheek, smiling through her tears, and said, “Zhi Gang, it’s a pity you’re not a nun. You will definitely become a great monk.”

“It would be a pity if I became a nun. My parents lost their beloved son, and the woman they loved lost the man she loved. Don’t you think that’s a pity?”

Xin Yi asked thoughtfully, “Zhi Gang, do you really think I shouldn’t become a nun?”

"The fact that you asked me this question already shows your heart has wavered, which proves you shouldn't have become a nun. Think about it, in all this time since you became a nun, have you truly let go of everything? Or have you just isolated them in a corner of your heart?"

Xin Yi thought for a moment and said, "I've isolated them. In the year or so since I became a nun, I've never had the confidence to let go of these things."

"So you're avoiding it, not letting go. If you could let go, why would you need to become a nun?"

Xin Yi suddenly felt as if struck by lightning, almost shattering her to pieces. The thunder kept repeating, echoing over every fragment of her broken body: "If you could let go, why would you need to become a nun? If you could let go, why would you need to become a nun? If you could let go, why would you need to become a nun?..."

Xin Yi suddenly understood.

The burden that had accumulated in her heart for years was released, and Xin Yi felt reborn from the ashes, experiencing unprecedented ease and joy. She naturally returned to her original character and habits, embracing Zhi Gang and kissing him, catching him off guard.

Kissing this woman who was so grateful to him, Zhi Gang was overjoyed. He carried Xinyi upstairs to his room and placed her on the bed. Removing her oversized, ill-fitting monk's robe, Zhigang noticed Xinyi was wearing expensive lace shorts and a bra underneath. He thought: Wearing such designer lingerie, will she really become a nun? She'll eventually repent.

Xinyi hadn't had a man for over a year. She had successfully suppressed her desires, but couldn't transcend the world. Now, having released her self-control, it was like opening Pandora's box; all the sins she had previously despised were unleashed. She craved a man to enter and torment the cave she had once enjoyed. The moment Zhigang entered her, her tears flowed again, and she let out a long sigh.

Zhigang had over-spermed the night before, and was incredibly vigorous, but he couldn't ejaculate, which was exactly what Xinyi wanted. She wanted to make up for the past year's lack all at once, wishing Zhigang would never leave. This time, they made love for three hours, and Xinyi had five orgasms, each more intense than the last, overwhelming Zhigang.

After the final orgasm, Zhigang finally ejaculated as well. Xinyi gently stroked Zhigang's chest muscles with her small hand and said, "Thank you, Zhigang. Jingyuan has passed away, but Xinyi is alive again."

Zhigang asked, "Have you decided to leave the nunnery?"

"Yes, I have."

"Then are you going back to the nunnery?"

"Of course I'm going back. Even leaving requires saying goodbye. The nunnery has its own rules and procedures."

"What do you plan to do in the future?"

"I've thought it through. I can't live without you anymore. After the procedures at the nunnery are completed, I'll come to Shanghai to find you. From now on, wherever you go, I'll go. Don't even think about getting rid of me."

"I can't support you."

“I don’t need you to support me, I’ll be content just to hear you talk and your nonsensical interpretations of Buddhist scriptures.”

Zhigang kissed her lips and said, “I’m so happy. With my silver tongue, I not only slept with a beautiful woman, but also brought her back to life. Buddha said, this is immeasurable merit.”

Xinyi laughed and punched Zhigang’s chest hard, saying, “You’re so bad. You wanted to sleep with me from the beginning, didn’t you?”

“Of course.”

Zhigang rubbed her breasts and said, “As soon as I saw your breasts pushing your clothes up so high, I got an erection.”

Xinyi touched his penis and asked, “Why is it so well-behaved now?”

“It did all sorts of bad things last night, and now it’s been brought to justice.”

Xinyi looked up at Zhigang and asked, “Did you really sleep with a woman last night?”

“Really. I won’t lie to you. You know how thirsty the women left behind in the village are, so I don’t lack women when I come back. If I’m lacking anything, it’s you, my lovely woman.”

“How many women do you have?”

“You’ll see when you get to Shanghai that I’m surrounded by women. But I won’t force you, and I never force anyone. If you’re willing to sleep with me in the future, I welcome it; if not, I won’t blame you. You can always find other men.”

“I’m willing,”

Xin Yi said without hesitation. “There are countless men, but you mean only one thing to me.”

“Zhi Gang!”

Zhi Gang’s mother called from downstairs. “Are you upstairs?”

“Yes!”

Zhi Gang replied. “I’m here.”

“Come down for breakfast. You haven’t had breakfast yet, have you?”

“Oh no.”

Zhi Gang didn’t know when his mother had returned, and that the food was already cooked. “Why did you go out?”

“Don’t panic.”

It was Xin Yi’s turn to be calm. “Let’s get dressed and go downstairs like this. I’m a nun; your mother won’t suspect anything. She’ll just think we were talking upstairs.”

They went downstairs one after the other. Zhi Gang’s parents were taken aback when they saw them. Zhi Gang said, “This is Abbess Jing Yuan. I was sick at the nunnery, and she took good care of me. Yesterday I donated ten thousand yuan to the nunnery, and she came to thank me today.”

"Oh."

Zhigang's mother realized what she meant and quickly said, "Master, thank you for taking care of Zhigang. Let's have lunch here."

Zhigang said, "Yes, let's have lunch here. Are you vegetarian?"

Xinyi knew what Zhigang meant by asking that and smiled, saying, "Whether I'm a nun or not, I'm vegetarian."

Only Zhigang could understand this.

Zhigang's mother said, "It's alright, I only use vegetable oil in my vegetarian dishes, please eat as much as you like."

Zhigang was starving; he hadn't eaten breakfast, and he had exercised so much last night and this morning. He called out, "Mom, hurry up and serve the food, I'm hungry."

Zhigang's mother said, "Serves you right. Who told you to sleep in?"

After lunch, Zhigang took Xinyi home. Zhigang said, "You haven't told me your story yet."

Xinyi looked at Zhigang and said, "I really don't want to mention those unbearable past events again."

"Tell me. You have to face them to let them go. Like I said, you can't hide from them. Besides, how can I understand you if I don't know your past? Now I really want to understand you, probably because I've fallen in love with you." "

Don't say that to me. You men like to say you love a woman when you want to sleep with her, but you never mention it again after you've slept with her. I know you want to sleep with me, but I don't think you'll fall in love with me."

"In fact, I've only told one woman I love her."

"Who?"

"My ex-girlfriend, Shu Jing'er. She's married to someone else now."

"You still love her, right?"

"Yes."

Xinyi was silent for a while, then said, "You're right. Everyone has pain, life is painful. Living is a battle with pain. If you win, you live a wonderful life; if you lose, you only think about how to escape."

“You shouldn’t run away from losing. Sometimes winning and losing are indistinguishable. Losing can turn into winning, and winning can turn into losing. Sometimes there’s no turning back; it’s still a state. From one perspective, you say you’ve lost, but from another, you say you’ve won.”

“That is to say, winning and losing are in your heart. You only lose if you admit defeat; if you don’t admit defeat, you can’t say you’ve lost.”

“Yes. If you don’t admit defeat, you will win sooner or later. This is also related to Zen meditation. The Buddha said, ‘Existence is non-existence, and non-existence is existence.’”

Xinyi smiled and said, “That’s right, Venerable Zhigang. Losing is winning, and winning is losing.”

Seeing her beautiful smile, Zhigang passionately put his arm around her shoulder and grabbed her breast. She shoved Zhigang away: "Be careful, we're outside, everyone can see us from far away. I'm still wearing monk's robes, is that appropriate?"

"Fine, tell me about your past."

"You really want to hear?"

"Really."

Xinyi lowered her eyes and walked for a while, then said, "Okay. I'll tell you. I always felt you were someone I could trust, someone who could help me. In fact, you've already helped me a lot."

"I studied economics and management in university. After graduation, I passed the civil service exam in my hometown, Heishan County, and worked as a secretary in the county government office. The office director was Wang Yichao, a high-achieving graduate from Fudan University, only in his early thirties, very capable. He frequently published papers on macroeconomics in national-level theoretical journals, and his work was reprinted multiple times by Xinhua News Agency's internal reference. Even central leaders knew his name. Everyone in the county knew he had a bright future, but he was down-to-earth, low-key, and got along well with his superiors, colleagues, and subordinates. Since the county government didn't have a secretary-general, the office director took over that function, so he was a powerful figure in the county. Such a young and talented man was, of course, the object of our admiration and affection."

"Not long after I joined the government office, he took me to the countryside and on business trips, giving me opportunities to broaden my horizons. During one of these trips, he wanted to have sex with me, and I half-heartedly slept with him. Actually, I was willing; the moment I slept with him, I knew I had fallen in love with him. But I didn't ask for anything from him; I knew he was aiming for promotion, and everything he did had to serve that goal.

He was very cautious. After we had sex, he never took me on business trips again, maintaining a distance so others wouldn't suspect anything. Soon after, he became the executive deputy county head. Everyone knew this was a transitional position; the county head's seat was his for the taking. This was a crucial time; he couldn't afford any mistakes and needed to have impressive achievements.

There was an investment project worth 2 billion yuan, personally overseen by Deputy County Head Wang. He had been tracking it for years, determined to win it, as it directly affected his chances of becoming county head. Although he had become close friends with the chairman of the company, he knew he still needed more than enough." He learned from a key figure within the company that the chairman was also on very good terms with a leader from another county in the same province, and they were also discussing this project. Now was a crucial moment for decision-making; even a single hair on the scales could tip the balance.

"I was that hair. When the chairman came to Heishan County for another inspection, Wang Yichao used me as a trump card, making me drink with him, sing karaoke afterward, and then pushing me into his room. I slept with him. This isn't a big deal for us post-80s girls; I actually slept with my boyfriend during my first relationship in college. What hurt me was that Wang Yichao used me as a tool for his promotion; he never liked me. But for him, I was willing."

"Wang Yichao got his wish; not long after securing the investment project, he was promoted to county head. The county party secretary was a traditionalist, getting old and nearing retirement. The current secretary's recommendation was crucial in determining who would succeed him. But Wang Yichao belonged to the younger, more radical faction, and had clashed with the traditionalists many times in recent years, so the secretary couldn't recommend him. Wang Yichao then created opportunities for me to get close to the secretary, and after drinking one night, he arranged for me to sleep with him. I was willing; for his future, this was the greatest help I could offer.

"After that, the secretary and I often slept together. In bed, I would instill in him how much Wang Yichao admired him, how, although outwardly belonging to two different factions, he still respected him in his heart. I told him how Wang Yichao would respect him after he retired, and how he would take care of his son. His son was the deputy director of the county's judicial bureau, in Wang Yichao's hands—his biggest weakness."

"Wang Yichao got his wish and became the county party secretary. He then pushed me into the arms of the mayor, making him the deputy party secretary and deputy mayor. Then he made me sleep with the party secretary. I knew I was just a tool for his promotion, but I was willing to sacrifice myself for him, to push him to the highest possible position. I didn't even want him to marry me; that was impossible, otherwise his career would be over. I just wanted him to think of me often, to say sweet words to me, and to keep me as his mistress forever.

"At this time, the party secretary got into trouble because of economic issues, selling official positions and accepting sexual bribes. Wang Yichao had a close relationship with the secretary and was openly and covertly fighting with the mayor. To protect himself, he decisively turned against the party secretary, secretly getting the video of the secretary and me having sex into the hands of the disciplinary committee's working group. That's when I found out that he had recorded my affair with the leader."

Hearing this, Zhigang asked, "Wasn't he afraid you would turn against him?"

"He was too smart, and he knew me too well. He knew I wouldn't. He took advantage of that, maximizing my potential." "The secretary was sentenced, and I was punished too, assigned to be a secretary in a town government. I was already infamous in Heishan County; everyone in the town government bullied me, everyone wanted to sleep with me. Wang Yichao had long since given up on me, because he'd drained me of my energy; I was useless now."

Zhigang said, "So, after working for a while, you felt you had nowhere to go, and you became a nun."

"Yes."

"That's all? Think about it now, was it worth becoming a nun?"

"After talking with you these past few days, I think it wasn't. But before, I firmly believed I'd be a nun for life."

"So, I saved your life?"

"Yes."

"How will you thank me?"

"I'll be your woman for the rest of my life. How else do you want me to thank you?"

"Aren't you afraid I'll sell you too?"

"If you sell me too, I won't be a nun anymore."

"Then what will you do? Commit suicide?"

"I won't commit suicide. I'll sell you."

Zhigang laughed heartily: "That's right." "Why don't you deal with Wang Yichao like that?"

"I don't know. I just don't want to affect him, much less hurt him. He's the Party Secretary now."

"You're too kind. And too devoted. Everyone criticizes those born in the 80s, but I know you don't care about your chastity, or who you sleep with, but you still care a lot about feelings."

"Who doesn't care about feelings? As long as you're human, no matter how your moral standards and traditional thinking change, feelings are the softest spot in your heart."

At this moment, they walked to the boulder where Zhigang first saw Xinyi crying. Zhigang said, "Let's rest for a bit."

"Okay."

They went behind the boulder and sat on the stone where Xinyi had sat last time. Zhigang asked, "When I first saw you, you were crying here. What was it for?"

Xinyi slapped Zhigang: "So you knew I was crying? How mean." Zhigang

pulled her close and kissed her.

After a while, Xinyi pulled away from Zhigang and said, "My best friend wrote to me saying that my ex-boyfriend is frantically looking for me everywhere, swearing he won't marry me until he finds me. My best friend asked me if I should tell him I'm here."

"You were the one who dumped your boyfriend?"

"Yes. I fell in love with Wang Yichao, so I couldn't date him anymore."

"That's not contradictory. Wang Yichao can't marry you, but you can still marry him."

"But I don't want to deceive him, and I'm afraid to tell the truth and hurt him."

"You can't help but hurt him."

"Yes. In the end, I still hurt him."

"Do you want me to give you advice?"

"Yes."

Now Xinyi trusts Zhigang completely.

"Tell him where you are. Actually, you're still hiding."

"I knew you would advise me like that. I was still hesitant, but since you said so, I'll listen to you."

Chapter 008 The Doctor Can't Cure His Own Illness Zhigang

returned to the foot of the mountain and unconsciously walked to Hongxia's door. Both the front and back gates were open, and the dog, already familiar with him, wagged its tail at his feet and accompanied him into the house. Li Cunmei and Hongxia were drinking tea and chatting in the living room.

"Oh. Zhigang, you're here so early today, missed us?"

Li Cunmei said.

"Yes. I missed you. But today I don't want to sleep with you, I want to give you some advice."

"What advice? Help us find men?"

"All you think about is finding men. Can't you think about anything else besides that part of

your body?" "I'm only lacking that part right now, I don't lack anything else."

Daqun's income is not low now, and her family really doesn't lack anything.

"Doesn't lack anything? You need to think further ahead. Let me ask you, with Daqun's income, is it possible for him to buy a house and settle down in Shanghai, and then bring you all over?"

"That's not easy. Unless he becomes his own boss." "

So you need to find a way to do something here in your hometown."

"What can a bunch of women like us do? Open a brothel? Just wait for men to come and have sex with us? There are no customers."

Zhigang pointed at her head and said, "Your brains are all hardened up. You need a plow to open them up. Let me tell you, there are plenty of opportunities in the countryside now."

"Tell me about it."

Zhigang pointed towards the direction of Daishan Mountain outside: "There are many rare minerals in those mountains. The government is going to mine them, you know?"

"I know. But that's going to be a long time coming. They've been talking about it for over ten years."

"With your attitude, waiting is pointless. You need to prepare early. Once the mine starts operating, how much space do you think the production area, office area, and workers' living area will need, and where will they be located?"

Cunmei thought for a moment: "You know, our Pengjia Village is the most suitable for the living area. There's a reservoir, the terrain is flat, it's close to the highway, and it's convenient to go out."

"That's right. In the future, if they take all your land, won't the mine compensate for the losses?" "

He has to compensate us, but how much? The land is all barren; we don't even need to pay for the seedlings. What can we do? Can we make him pay more?"

"Yes. If you plant crops on the land, he'll have to pay for the seedlings."

"How much can he pay? Rural labor is precious these days, farming costs are high, and we might lose money. If that mine doesn't open for another ten or eight years, planting will be a waste."

"What if you were growing cash crops? Wouldn't the compensation be much higher?"

"That's true."

"What if you had other businesses besides cash crops, like a native pig farm, economic forestry, or a green vegetable planting base? Wouldn't the compensation be even higher?"

"Of course."

"Now do you still dare to say you look down on that little bit of compensation? You'll be rich. Actually, once you do these things, you won't even want compensation, because you'll make a lot of money yourself."

Cunmei said to Hongxia, "Zhigang is really smart. How come we're just sitting here all day and can't see where we can make money?"

"It's not that I'm smart, it's that you guys just sit here all day and don't go out, you watch TV but don't watch the news, you only watch Korean dramas and American dramas, you don't use your brains, you're rigid. Of course you have no ideas."

"Zhigang, tell me quickly, what should we do?"

"I've thought it all out. I'll send someone to guide you, and then you can just follow my ideas. Of course, if you take the lead, it will be a lot of trouble, and there might even be risks."

"Trouble is nothing, as long as we have something to do. Do you think we just want men to fuck us all day? We're just bored."

"Okay. Then let you and Hongxia take the lead in doing this. Are you up for it?"

"Yes. Hongxia, what do you say?"

Zhigang looked at Hongxia as well. Hongxia's personality was a bit like Jing'er's—silent, but not without her own opinions.

Hongxia blushed and said, "This risk is worth taking. Besides, the risk isn't that high."

"Good,"

Zhigang said, "Then I'll tell you both my ideas, and when I come back next time, we'll get started. Here's what I'm thinking: rent all the abandoned land in the village from the farmers for thirty years, at least ten. This job shouldn't be difficult, right?" "

Not difficult. They're not farming anymore, it's useless to leave it there, why would we pay them? There's no such thing as a free lunch."

"We'll divide these lands into two types. One type is suitable for planting, which is the vast majority. I want to first sign purchase and sale contracts for brewing crops with distilleries in Maotai Town, Guizhou, such as sorghum, corn, and barley. Planting will be arranged according to the contracts, so there's no risk, right? Within this land, we'll set aside a small plot to grow green and environmentally friendly vegetables and fruits, exclusively for high-end venues like the neighboring village clubs in Shanghai, including the neighboring village boxed lunches that also use the concept of environmental protection. The remaining inferior land will be used to build pig farms, chicken farms, and duck farms, exclusively raising local pigs, chickens, and ducks, also exclusively for clubs and neighboring village boxed lunches in Shanghai. As for the reservoir, we'll contract it out. Besides providing water for planting, we can also raise wild fish, also for Shanghai. Do you think this is profitable?"

Cunmei clapped her hands: "This is incredibly profitable. However, it will require a lot of investment, right?"

"Of course. You two should take the lead in establishing an agricultural cooperative, organizing the women, and encouraging them to invest. They can invest as much as they want, even with land. The key is to ensure that the cooperative's interests are closely linked to theirs, making them care about it. This will only solve a small part of the funding. The majority of the remaining funds will be provided by our neighboring village company."

Cunmei asked, "Why didn't you tell me about such a good thing sooner?"

"It's no use telling you earlier; the timing wasn't right. I feel now is the right time. Those migrant workers who have been working outside for years should start to return. That's my judgment. If you do a good job, companies like Daqun and Daming might come back to work here."

"That's wonderful. If things continue like this, the house won't feel like a home, and it'll fall apart."

Zhigang jokingly asked Cunmei, "If Daqun comes back, won't you have no chance to sleep with other men?"

Cunmei said, "I wish I could sleep with only Daqun every day, we'd always be family. If you want, I could consider feeding you with sex food."

Hongxia's face flushed again. Cunmei looked at her and said, "And there's Hongxia. She said she likes sleeping with you. Even if Daming comes back, she'll share half with you."

This made Hongxia blush even more, and she playfully punched Cunmei. Zhigang believed she had secretly told Cunmei this, because he felt Hongxia thoroughly enjoyed it, and he also liked this petite woman.

Zhigang said, "You came up with such a great idea, treat me to something nice."

Cunmei asked, "You want more?"

"Besides that thing down there, don't you have anything else to treat me with?"

"What else? You want some milk? I don't have any."

"I want some alcohol. You two have a few drinks with me."

"Okay. Hongxia, go cook, I'll go home and get two bottles of wine."

"However,"

Zhigang said, touching Cunmei's breasts, "I have a habit, I don't masturbate after drinking."

"If you don't want to, then don't. You were exhausted last night, let you rest for a day."

Little did she know, Zhigang had been with the nun for three hours again that morning.

Two weeks passed quickly, and Zhigang planned to return to Shanghai. On the day of his departure, he went to the nunnery early in the morning to say goodbye to Xinyi. Xinyi was still wearing her monk's robes, and they sat in the tea room gazing at each other, her eyes filled with tenderness. Her breasts seemed even larger, and Zhigang knew it was his doing. This week, she secretly went down the mountain and met with Zhigang three times, each time reaching a climax she had never experienced before. She knew it was because Zhigang had helped her unload her burdens, allowing her to fully enjoy life—a feeling she had never experienced with Wang Yichao or her ex-boyfriend.

They had talked enough these past few days, so there was nothing more to say. They simply gazed into each other's eyes, knowing the longing and understanding in each other's hearts.

After a long while, Zhigang suddenly said, "I want you."

Xinyi was startled and quickly looked around, whispering, "Don't say that. Not here."

Zhigang smiled, "I know it's not possible, I was just saying."

"Let's go to Shanghai."

"When will you go?"

"It might be sooner than you expect."

"Then come with me today."

"No. I've already made plans with Su Meng; she's coming today, and I have to wait for her."

Su Meng was her best friend.

"Have you completed all the formalities at the nunnery?"

"Yes."

"Have you said goodbye to all the nuns?"

"Yes."

"You're a little reluctant to leave them, aren't you?"

"Yes. That's just the kind of person I am; I leave a mark wherever I go."

"That's what makes you both endearing and admirable."

"Too many men have said I'm endearing, but you're the first to say I'm admirable."

"So you're saying I'm the only man who understands and appreciates you right now?"

"Yes."

"When is your best friend Su Meng arriving? Let me see."

"Are you trying to seduce her again?"

"No. I just love her because of her."

"She won't arrive until this afternoon."

"That's too late. I'll leave soon."

"I'll introduce you to her when we get to Shanghai."

"Okay. See you in Shanghai then."

As he descended the mountain, Zhigang felt that Xinyi would be a very important person in his life; besides Jing'er, perhaps no one was as important as her. He hadn't felt anything saying goodbye to Cunmei yesterday, or even to Hongxia, whom he liked. Why was he so reluctant to leave today?

Back home, Zhigang said goodbye to his parents. His eldest and second eldest sisters also came to see him off with their children. His eldest sister specifically instructed him, "Arrange jobs for me and your brother-in-law as soon as you get there."

"Okay,"

his second sister said, "and for me and your brother-in-law too."

"Don't worry."

As the car drove out of the village, Zhigang could still see them standing at the gate in the rearview mirror, his mother wiping tears from her face with her apron.

He arrived in Shanghai around four or five in the afternoon. Zhigang saw that his office door was open, and Lan Hua and Gui Ling were waiting for him inside.

"Zhigang, you're finally back,"

Lan Hua stood up from the sofa, hugged Zhigang, and kissed him. Gui Ling also came up and hugged him.

Lan Hua said, "Knowing you were coming back today, Gui Ling was so distracted. She's been waiting for you here all afternoon."

Gui Ling rolled her eyes at her and said, "Look how thin you've gotten these past few days. Are you missing Zhi Gang too?"

Zhi Gang said, "I missed you both too. It's been two months since I've seen you. Are you both alright?"

"Not good,"

Gui Ling said. "How can I be alright without you?"

"Is the company alright?"

"The company is fine, no problems,"

Lan Hua said. "It's just Chun'er. That little girl really misses you. She asks me every day when you're coming back."

Gui Ling said, "Strange, why hasn't she come these past two days?"

Lan Hua said, "She did. You wouldn't believe it, she's been fooling around with a male classmate in Jing'er's dorm."

"Really?"

Gui Ling said, "No wonder she stopped asking about Zhi Gang. That little girl's gotten really into sleeping with a man."

"She thinks Zhi Gang's impotent, doesn't she?"

Lan Hua then asked Zhi Gang, "Zhi Gang, how are you?"

"You'll see once you try it,"

Lan Hua said to Gui Ling. "Looks like you're recovering well. Let's go eat first, to welcome Zhigang back."

They went downstairs to the restaurant at the neighboring village's guild hall, where Sister Wu, Qiang Hui, and Yu Qin had also arrived.

Yu Qin asked, "Zhigang, how are you? Have you recovered?"

"I'm fully recovered. I feel great."

"That's good. Xia Qing was bragging to me, saying you'll be even better than before."

"Maybe."

Zhigang remembered his promise to Xia Qing.

Qiang Hui asked, "Zhigang, have you gained anything in these two months?"

"Yes. I was just about to talk to you about this. During my two weeks back home, I discovered a new business opportunity."

He recounted what he had discussed with Cun Mei and Hong Xia. Qianghui said, "That's a good idea. The neighboring village's guild hall and restaurants need a contracted green and environmentally friendly food supply base, so let's put it in your hometown. I think the greatest value of your idea is that it adheres to the original concept of establishing the Migrant Workers' Home, creating business opportunities around solving the plight of migrant workers. Providing proper accommodation for left-behind women would be a great deed."

Zhigang said, "If you all agree, then let's start preparations immediately."

Qianghui asked, "Who will be in charge of this project? Do you have any ideas?"

Lanhua said, "Yes, right now we're all stretched thin, we can't spare anyone to manage it."

"I have a suitable candidate."

"Who?"

Zhigang said mysteriously, "It's a secret. You'll find out in a few days."

The next day, Zhigang called Xia Qing: "Dr. Xia, hello. This is Feng Zhigang."

"Feng Zhigang. You're back? How's the treatment?"

"I want to report to you in person. When do you get off work? I'll treat you to coffee."

"Still keeping me in suspense? Okay, I get off work at five in the afternoon."

“Okay. I’ll pick you up.”

Zhigang arrived at the urology hospital at 5:00 sharp, parked the car, sent Xia Qing a text message, and waited for her. Xia Qing didn’t come out until 5:30, sat down next to him in the front seat, and said, “Sorry, something came up and I was a little late.”

“It’s okay, I understand. Doctors are all like that, they can’t help it.”

Zhigang started the car, and Xia Qing asked, “Where are we going?”

“Just come with me. What, are you afraid I’ll kidnap you?”

“I’m not afraid of that, you don’t have that ability.”

Zhigang led Xia Qing to the lobby bar of a nearby five-star hotel and chose a relatively secluded spot. In the center of the lobby was a piano, and a beautiful young woman with long, flowing hair, wearing a white dress, was playing it. She was playing Beethoven’s “Moonlight Sonata,” and the piano music, like moonlight, gently floated in every corner of the lobby.

Xia Qing leaned back on the sofa, as if observing Zhigang from a distance, and said, "Judging from your complexion, the treatment is quite effective."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure. And I know you've already checked. Tell me, how many women have you slept with?"

"Can you tell?"

"I can't tell. I can only assure you that no matter how many women you've slept with, the quality must be excellent." "

Truly worthy of being a urologist. But you have to keep your promise today."

"I didn't make any promises to you."

"I did. I said if it's effective, I'd come back to you for sex, and you said you'd welcome me."

"Did I say that?"

"Yes. Unfortunately, I didn't record it."

"What if I don't want to?"

"Of course I won't force you if you don't want to. I'm just disappointed once. I just want you to personally verify the effectiveness of the prescription."

"I know it's effective without even testing it."

"How effective? Don't you want to try it?"

Zhigang stared into Xia Qing's eyes, and Xia Qing's almond-shaped eyes met his.

They stared at each other for a long time before Xia Qing looked away first: "Okay, I've already checked, the effect is really ideal."

"Don't you want to know how long I can last now?"

"I already know. You can make a woman orgasm more than twice in one session."

"Huh? How do you know?"

"Don't forget I'm a doctor, a urologist."

Zhi Gang looked into Xia Qing's eyes again and said softly, "I really want you today. I've been waiting for this day for two months. Okay?"

Xia Qing looked directly at him without speaking. Zhi Gang knew she had agreed.

Zhi Gang finished his coffee in one gulp and called the waiter, "Check, please."

After paying, Zhi Gang went straight to the elevator, knowing Xia Qing was following behind. Inside the elevator, he took out his room key from his pocket and said, "I've already booked a room."

"You're so confident you can use the room?"

"Of course. It turns out I can."

Opening the door, Zhi Gang inserted the card to turn on the power, then picked up Xia Qing, walked to the bed, and the two fell onto the bed and kissed. Zhi Gang felt that Xia Qing's kissing skills were somewhat clumsy, far inferior to her medical skills. Her body was a little stiff; she seemed nervous. Zhigang thought, she's a urologist, she should be very familiar with **, why would she be nervous?

Xia Qing's breasts were very sensitive; even the slightest touch would elicit a strong reaction from her body, causing her to writhe. However, she wasn't very proactive, letting Zhigang do as he pleased. Zhigang wanted to kiss her vulva, but she wouldn't let him, only indicating that he should hurry up and enter. Zhigang then let his hard penis enter her vulva.

Her pleasure was undeniable, but not intense. Zhigang worked hard for an hour, but it was still the same; he figured she was unlikely to climax today, so he finished first.

"You don't seem excited today

," Zhigang said. "Are you in a bad mood?"

Xia Qing looked at him gently with her almond-shaped eyes and said, "No. I'm always like this."

"Really?"

Zhigang looked at her in surprise. "You mean, you've never had an orgasm before?"

Xia Qing nodded: "You won't believe me. Besides my husband, you're my first man. Unexpected, isn't it?"

Zhigang remembered how nervous she seemed at the beginning; it seemed it was true.

"It's unbelievable. A urologist, so knowledgeable about sex, yet his own sex life is imperfect."

"Being a doctor requires practice. My practice involves seeing so many men with sexual dysfunction; I've become numb to it. They talk about sex, orgasm, impotence all day, but their bodies don't react at all." "

Sex also requires practice. You lack practical experience in this area."

"Yes. I'm just used to talking about it; it's no problem for me to talk about it, but actually doing it is different. It's like I have a psychological barrier."

"As a doctor, you know that not having experienced an orgasm is a woman's misfortune."

"Of course I know. I can't imagine what an orgasm would feel like, a feeling countless times more pleasurable than the sex I've experienced. The more I can't imagine it, the more I want to experience it. But I don't know how to treat myself."

"You're not unaware; you're just embarrassed to do it. If you only have sex with your husband, you'll probably never have an orgasm in your life."

"I agree. Because my husband isn't a very sexually capable man. I want other men, but dealing with men all day as a doctor, I can't bring myself to say it."

"I'm afraid it's because you haven't met a man you trust. Someone you'd be willing to entrust yourself to without any problems. Right?"

"Yes."

"I'm that man you can trust."

"How do you know?"

"Because you and I had sex."

"That was to test the effectiveness of my medical treatment."

"You think I really believe that? Tell me, do you want me to cure you?"

"Why would I have sex with you if I didn't?"

"Okay. Leave it to me, I'll definitely make you experience bliss."

"I'm a urologist. Although I know less about women, I still know far more than you. With your cooperation, I'll arrange the plan."

"So I'm just the catalyst for your self-treatment?"

"I suppose so. Without you as my catalyst, I'd rather never have an orgasm in my life."

"Am I that important?"

They sat up on the bed, not wearing clothes, and continued chatting like a married couple after making love.

“Tell me, what did you gain from this trip? I mean, in terms of broadening your horizons.”

“I gained so much. Yuqin and the others were absolutely right to suggest I go to Europe. I didn’t go to university, so my understanding of the West is too limited. But we live in a globalized economy; if you don’t understand the West, you can’t grasp the lifeline of the economy.”

“I’m a doctor, but I don’t understand economics.”

“I’m not a doctor, and I don’t understand economics. What I understand is Western history and culture, and I’m looking at it from the perspective of someone with only a high school level of world geography and history knowledge. But I’m looking at it from my own perspective, and that’s very important.”

“Why? For a doctor, my level of geography and history is about the same as yours.”

“Having your own perspective leads to independent thinking, preventing you from being led by the nose by so-called experts, and allowing you to discover the truth. Want to know where I got this insight?”

“Go ahead.”

"There's a joke about a sociologist who specializes in love and marriage. He felt that the definitions of love and marriage given by experts, scholars, and the public throughout history were inaccurate—things like 'marriage is the grave of love,' or 'love is an eternal theme in literature,' and so on. So he conducted a social survey, asking countless people the same question: What do you think love is? What is marriage? What are the differences between the two? Finally, he asked an old farmer. The old farmer said: 'Love is when you sleep with her once and want to sleep with her again; marriage is when you sleep with her once and have to sleep with her again.' The old expert ultimately believed this conclusion was the most correct."

"That's so insightful."

"I got inspiration from that. The old farmer evaluated things from his unique perspective and viewpoint. Even if he hadn't read any books, he was an expert, even surpassing experts."

Chapter 009: The Law of the Jungle.

"So what did you see in Europe?"

"I went to Europe with a mindset of comparing Eastern and Western cultures. I found the West to be masculine, and the East to be feminine; the West to be a bandit, and the East to be a mother. From the Colosseum in ancient Rome, I saw the Western tradition's veneration of bloodshed and violence, and Western mythology's fascination with war; while from the Temple of Zeus and Notre Dame Cathedral, I saw how Westerners veiled their bloodshed and violence with a false sense of sacredness. The Crusades were a vivid demonstration of this combination of bloodshed, violence, and sacred mission. To use Nietzsche's philosophical proposition, Western civilization is a combination of Apollonian and Dionysian spirits. My understanding is that the solemn and sacred outward image is the false Apollonian spirit, while bloodshed and violence are the pragmatic Dionysian spirit. Let

me be more specific." Magellan and Columbus's voyages were aimed at finding new colonies, and they plundered and killed wherever they stopped, forcing others to do business with their guns. Zheng He's voyages, on the other hand, involved ships far larger than Columbus's, and their cannons were among the most powerful in the world at the time, equivalent to, or even stronger than, a modern US aircraft carrier battle group. Yet, he did not engage in violence; he simply traded goods. Magellan and Columbus were essentially pirates, but in the Western mindset, pirates are national heroes, and governments are their strongest backers. In Chinese history, however, pirates were meant to be eliminated by the government; for example, the implementation of maritime bans effectively cut off their livelihood.

“I believe all of this stems from a law that remains unchanged to this day: the law of the jungle. No matter how advanced society becomes, we still live in a jungle fraught with danger, where the strong survive and the fittest survive. To me, those aircraft carrier fleets that cruise the oceans are nothing more than modern-day pirate ships, and the freedom and ideals they promote are nothing but hypocritical Apollonian spirit.”

Zhigang felt he had gone on for too long, so he stopped and looked down at Xia Qing’s reaction. Xia Qing stared at him wide-eyed and said, "I noticed you're particularly confident this time. Did you get that inspiration from that?"

"Yes. In the jungle, you need strength and aggression. Because you can only protect yourself by expanding. If you only think about self-preservation, you'll be eaten by other wild beasts sooner or later."

Zhigang suddenly thought of the East Neighbor Guild Hall and what Qiang Hui had told him: "The struggle isn't over yet. If you don't acquire him, he'll always have his eye on you. It's not the theft itself that's scary, it's the thief's eye. It makes you feel insecure. If you truly become friends with him, acquire him, or cooperate with him, the struggle will only come to an end."

The next day, Zhigang was about to call Zhou Zhimin when his call came first.

"Mr. Feng, I heard you've returned from a long vacation. We'd like to invite you over tonight for a welcome-back dinner. We hope you'll do us the honor of attending."

"Alright. I'll accept your invitation. I'll take my leave then."

That evening, Zhigang, Lan Hua, Gui Ling, Qu Beibei, and Shen Qiong attended the dinner. Zhou Zhimin's side consisted of the Cai Mingying and Cai Mingli sisters, plus Li Shixun. Now, all the conflicts had been resolved. Li Shixun and Shen Qiong had remarried. Cai Mingli had tried every trick in the book, but Li Shixun was willing to lose his position and reputation rather than comply, leaving her helpless.

Over the past two months, Lan Hua, Gui Ling, and the Cai sisters had communicated several times and had reached a preliminary consensus. Coincidentally, steel prices had plummeted this year, a global downturn, causing Zhou Zhimin financial difficulties. He was also eager to transfer part of the Donglin Guild Hall. The two parties had now reached an agreement: the Lincun Guild Hall would inject capital and be responsible for management and operation, owning 51% of the shares. The Donglin Guild Hall would be renamed Lincun Guild Hall, numbered 002, and only the contract needed to be signed and sealed. So, the atmosphere at today's gathering was very relaxed; no substantive topics were discussed, just a chance to connect.

Zhigang, at their request, shared some of his experiences traveling in Europe. He didn't elaborate on his conversation with Xia Qing last night, knowing that most of the attendees, except for a few journalists, weren't highly educated, and discussing it would be pointless and might even lead to pointless arguments.

Midway through the drinks, Zhou Zhimin stood up to toast Li Shixun and Shen Qiong: "I'm toasting you two, and also on behalf of Mingli, to apologize. I hope you can forgive her rudeness." Li Shixun and Shen Qiong

quickly stood up. Shen Qiong said, "Mr. Zhou, it's all in the past. Let's pretend nothing happened. Life goes on as usual."

Cai Mingli also stood up and said, "Brother-in-law can't apologize on my behalf; I should apologize myself. I'll drink first."

Beibei said, "You two have reconciled after all the ups and downs; congratulations! Drink the nuptial cup."

Amidst the cheers of the crowd, Li Shixun and Shen Qiong drank the nuptial cup.

Zhou Zhimin said to Zhigang, "President Feng, I have another request."

"Go ahead."

"I'd like Mingli to continue working at the clubhouse. Is

that alright?" "No problem. You should have sent someone to participate in management anyway. Mingli can serve as the deputy general manager, assisting the general manager. However, all management methods must follow the standards of the neighboring village clubhouse."

Zhou Zhimin was surprised by Zhigang's generosity and, moved, offered another toast.

The next day, Zhang Guiling, representing the neighboring village clubhouse, and Cai Mingli, representing the East Neighboring Clubhouse, signed the merger agreement. After discussing it with Zhigang, Guiling decided to concurrently serve as the general manager of the second branch of the neighboring village clubhouse, temporarily focusing her main efforts on that branch. Huang Tingting was already the deputy general manager of the first branch; she was a management major graduate and fully capable of taking responsibility.

Guiling brought her secretary, Xiao Wang, to the second branch. Xiao Wang's name was Wang Weifeng; he was a marketing major graduate. Right after graduation, the neighboring village clubhouse was recruiting a large number of management trainees, so he applied and started as a regular waiter. Seeing that he was hardworking and honest, Guiling put him in the position of secretary, essentially an office manager, although the guild hall didn't have an office. He had been working with Guiling for several years and had matured considerably, possessing a thorough understanding of the neighboring village's guild hall. Bringing him to the second hall would allow for easy replication of the neighboring village's management model.

The guild hall changed hands without any ceremony or closure; only the sign was changed, and the exterior renovations were carried out without affecting operations, while the interior renovations remained temporarily untouched. Guiling let Cai Mingli continue managing, while she and Xiao Wang each spent a week getting to know the situation. A week later, Guiling called Xiao Wang into her office.

"Xiao Wang, what are your thoughts?"

"I've written an investigation report and a rectification plan, and I've already sent them to your email."

"Okay, I'll look at them later. Briefly summarize them first."

"I think the most urgent things to do right now are: first, to issue new rules and regulations and enforce them; second, to focus on standardizing several key areas, such as the procurement process and the kitchen; and third, to strengthen employee training and help them quickly accept the culture and philosophy of the neighboring village. In the long term, the training and adjustment of middle-level managers should be gradually completed, and the interior decoration should also be transformed to conform to the layout and style of the neighboring village's culture."

"Of the three urgent things you mentioned, the most crucial is personnel training. This isn't a problem that can be solved in a short time. Do you have any quick and easy solutions?"

“Yes. Temporarily swap one-third of the staff between Hall 1 and Hall 2. Without affecting their respective operations, this will allow the third of staff from Hall 2 to quickly familiarize themselves with the Hall 1 model, while the third of staff from Hall 1 can mentor and guide the staff in Hall 2. After a month, swap another third of the staff. After several rounds of swaps, the original staff will return to their original positions, while the staff in Hall 2 will essentially have been completely replaced.”

“Great!”

Gui Ling slapped the table, excitedly saying, “Your idea is excellent. Let’s do it that way. I’m giving you authority; you’ll be responsible for everything from issuing new rules to several key rectifications. If you have any questions or difficulties, come to me. I think it’s time to change your title for easier work; let’s call you Operations Director.”

“Okay.”

Xiao Wang nodded gratefully, turned, and left the office.

Gui Ling was very satisfied with this young man, believing that given time, he could be of great use. The young man was tall and thin, fair-skinned, with big eyes and a high nose; such a capable and handsome person was indeed rare. Guiling was a woman who valued sex highly, and she was very demanding in choosing her secretaries based on their appearance. However, she never considered developing a sexual relationship with her secretaries. She always kept her work and personal life very separate.

The implementation of the new regulations predictably encountered resistance, and behind this resistance was Cai Mingli. The vast majority of employees in Hall Two, from top to bottom, were recruited by Cai Mingli. Under her training and promotion, a small circle naturally formed around her, especially among middle-level managers in key positions such as the head chef, purchasing agent, food and beverage manager, and housekeeping manager, all of whom followed Cai Mingli's lead. The newly appointed operations director, Wang Weifeng, naturally encountered resistance from his subordinates.

The first to oppose Wang Weifeng was purchasing agent Cai Bing. Wang Weifeng demanded that all vegetables and low-quality consumables be supplied by suppliers from the neighboring village's clubhouse, with complete procedures and strict inspections, thus cutting off Cai Bing's source of income. He used to be able to order deliveries from whomever he wanted, arbitrarily set prices as long as they weren't too outrageous, and even receive kickbacks; purchasing was originally a lucrative job. He endured it for a month, but couldn't take it anymore, so he complained to Cai Mingli, saying that Director Wang disliked everyone and made things difficult for employees at every turn.

He warned that if things continued like this, key staff would all leave. Cai Bing was the only son of Cai Mingli's eldest brother. Because their father died early and their mother was disabled, her brother raised her and her sister like a father, so she took special care of her nephew. Upon hearing Cai Bing's words, Cai Mingli went to Guiling, saying that Director Wang's management was incompetent and would ruin the club. She added, "Even treating an illness can't be rushed; recovery is a slow process." Guiling knew what was going on, and outwardly comforted

Cai Mingli, saying she would talk to Director Wang and ask him to slow down and consider everyone's feelings. Guiling never actually spoke to Wang Weifeng and continued to firmly support his reforms. Cai Bing, however, became inconsistent in his efforts, deliberately creating problems for Director Wang: "Let's see what you do!" The newly issued regulations were very detailed and strict, and all the employees were watching with bated breath. If handled according to regulations, getting past Cai Mingli would be difficult; if not handled, a huge hole would appear in the management network, rendering all the established rules meaningless.

Wang Weifeng understood his predicament perfectly. He consulted Guiling, who said, "You don't need to consult me about violating the rules; handle it according to the regulations." Wang

said, "According to the regulations, Cai Bing should be dismissed."

"Is there a problem?"

"He's Vice President Cai's nephew."

"Even if he were my nephew, you still have the right to dismiss him. It just depends on whether you have the guts."

"But..."

Guiling knew he was still young and was also afraid that Cai Mingli would make things difficult for him later, after all, Cai Mingli represented 49% of the shares. For someone as easily replaceable as him, the 51% stake might easily be ceded to 49% if necessary.

Guiling said, "Xiao Wang, you don't understand a tradition of the neighboring company: 'killing the chicken to scare the monkey' when necessary. Back then, before I even joined, Zhigang and Lanhua fired Peng Dapeng. We just took over Hall Two; if we don't act decisively and assert our authority, you'll never be able to manage it properly again. So at this time, we must make a firm decision. If you can't bring yourself to do it, let me be the villain."

The clever Xiao Wang understood immediately and said, "President Zhang, let me do it. Don't get involved unless absolutely necessary."

"Okay. I'll talk to Cai Mingli."

Guiling personally talking to Cai Mingli was giving her face, she knew that. Even if she didn't talk to her and directly fired Cai Bing, she wouldn't have anything to say. Cai Mingli was a rather willful and assertive person, but after her entanglement with Li Shixun and the recent acquisition of the Donglin Club, she had to tone it down a bit.

However, she couldn't swallow her anger. She wasn't angry at Wang Weifeng, but at Guiling, who had overshadowed her. She knew that without Guiling's backing, Director Wang wouldn't dare fire Cai Bing.

The club usually opened in the afternoon and didn't close until the early hours of the morning; its members were all night owls. Guiling went home early, leaving Cai Mingli and Wang Weifeng to keep an eye on things. Cai Mingli was relatively polite to Wang Weifeng; even after Cai Bing was fired, she didn't make things difficult for him. The club was undergoing a transformation and was very busy; Wang Weifeng often worked from midnight until he could finally relax.

Seeing him finally have some free time, Cai Mingli said, "Weifeng, come and rest for a bit. I'll treat you to a drink."

According to the rules, people at Cai Mingli's and Wang Weifeng's level could have left work long ago, so Wang Weifeng sat down; otherwise, unless entertaining guests, drinking was not allowed.

Cai Mingli opened a bottle of red wine, poured some for Weifeng and herself, raised her glass and said, "Weifeng, don't worry about Cai Bing's matter. You did the right thing, I support you."

Weifeng was a little surprised, then felt a warmth in his heart, and said, "Thank you."

He drank the wine.

"From now on, if anything happens, feel free to take charge. If anyone doesn't listen to you, just tell me, I support you."

"Thank you, Ms. Cai."

Weifeng was a little touched.

"You're welcome. We're all in the same boat, all for the good of the club."

After a few drinks, they started chatting. After a long day, Weifeng wanted to relax. Mingli liked to wear low-cut clothes, and today was no exception. Her breasts swayed in front of Weifeng, trembling as she poured the wine. Cai Mingli was a sexy and alluring woman, and the young man couldn't resist such temptation; he was already distracted.

After finishing the bottle of wine, Cai Mingli touched her forehead and said, "I'm dizzy. Help me upstairs to rest."

Wang Weifeng helped Cai Mingli upstairs. Although he had been in relationships, he had never slept with a woman. Now, holding such a sexy adult woman in his arms, he was already hard. He opened a guest room, helped Cai Mingli inside, and placed her on the bed. Just as he was about to get up, Cai Mingli grabbed him, and he pressed himself against her.

The woman was softer than a sofa, and Weifeng felt very comfortable against her chest. Mingli held his head, and her tongue began to penetrate him. Weifeng felt like he was about to explode. He quickly stripped Mingli and himself naked and tried to penetrate her. Mingli had slept with at least five virgins and knew that all young men sleeping with a woman for the first time were the same—they could

n't find the entrance. She used three fingers to pinch Weifeng's hard penis and inserted it. After breaking up with Li Shixun, Cai Mingli hadn't found a new love, and Wang Weifeng filled that void. She liked having sex with young men; although she was inexperienced, she had drive. And once Wang Weifeng slept with this woman, he wanted her every day. Every night at midnight, they would go upstairs one after the other, and the employees would exchange knowing glances, all knowing they were going upstairs for sex.

Weifeng's management standards had also unconsciously loosened. Now he listened to Mingli to some extent, and even when he felt she was wrong, he would only half-listen and half-reject, creating a haphazard and confusing situation for the employees.

Guiling was in charge of two stores, and seeing that Weifeng was doing a good job, she visited the second store less often. But gradually, she sensed something was wrong. First, Weifeng's reports were off; not only were they less frequent, but the content was also much simpler than before, and they were bland and lacked focus. She started spending more time at the second store and found that employee discipline was lax and service standards had deteriorated significantly. She knew there was a problem, but she didn't know where it lay.

Guiling believed the problem lay with Weifeng. She had noticed the problem at the clubhouse after a few visits; he couldn't possibly be unaware. Since he could see it but hadn't taken any effective measures, and even gave her a dismissive report, it was highly likely he was experiencing some kind of mental turmoil. If it wasn't his own problem, the only person who could influence him at Clubhouse No. 2 was Cai Mingli.

Guiling decided to have a serious talk with Xiao Wang. She called Xiao Wang to her office in the neighboring village, next to Zhigang's office, and they were about the same size. Neither Zhigang nor Lanhua were at the office today. She sat on the sofa, told Xiao Wang to sit down too, and asked, "Xiao Wang, has anything happened at home lately?"

"No."

"Do you have any personal worries? Like, a relationship or something?"

"No."

"So, your recent work performance isn't satisfactory, and it has nothing to do with your family or yourself?"

Weifeng blushed, lowered his head, and said, "No."

"Okay. Be straightforward, tell me the reason."

Weifeng remained silent, head down.

“If you’re too embarrassed to say, how about I guess? You used to ignore what Cai Mingli said, but now you have to listen to her. Right?”

Seeing that Weifeng still didn’t speak, Guiling knew she was right: “Why do you have to listen to her now? It’s because you slept with her and are infatuated with her body. Right?”

Seeing Weifeng’s expression, Guiling knew she was right again. Guiling didn’t say anything more, but took off her top and bra, saying, “Isn’t it just a woman? You’ve never seen one before. If you want to taste it, tell me, and I’ll let you taste it.” As soon as

she took off her clothes, Weifeng was stunned. Guiling’s breasts were slightly smaller than Mingli’s, but much prettier, full and elastic. Her face was even prettier than Mingli’s. Weifeng had heard about Guiling’s relationship with Zhigang, but he had never thought about what would happen between him and her. After all, she was his boss and mentor, and also because Guiling never had any entanglements with men at the company.

Guiling undressed Weifeng piece by piece, saying, "Today I'll let you taste the flavor of a woman."

The young man couldn't contain himself; before him was no longer his respected boss, but a mature and beautiful woman. He pushed Guiling down onto the sofa and entered her, attacking her relentlessly. Guiling struggled to slow him down, saying, "Don't rush, young man. Sex needs rhythm; you can't just rush in blindly. Let's relax and chat first."

Weifeng asked, "Mr. Zhang, aren't you angry with me?"

"I'm not angry. Men all make this mistake. But you can't let your mistake be used against you. Understand?" "

Understood."

"Good. Now, go for it, I want... ah—"

Guiling, having reached her climax, kissed Weifeng and asked, "Young man, did you taste it?"

"Mmm."

Weifeng buried his head in Guiling's chest.

"Weifeng, I'm having sex with you today to show you how wonderful women are. I'm also going to show you that no matter how wonderful a woman is, you can't let her lead you around. I've trained you myself, and I value you highly, but if enjoying women affects your work, I can no longer rely on you."

“Mr. Zhang, I understand.”

Gui Ling tapped Wei Feng’s nose and said, “You still don’t understand. From now on, call me Sister Gui Ling.”

“Okay. Sister Gui Ling.”

Everyone close to Gui Ling called her that, and Wei Feng was happy to do so, though he hadn’t dared to before.

“Wei Feng, put yourself in my shoes and tell me how you would handle this?”

“It seems I’m no longer suitable to work in Hall Two. Transfer me to Hall One, and transfer Huang Tingting to Hall Two.”

“Good lad, you’re on the same page as me. But I want to tell you, you are free. If you want to maintain a relationship with Ming Li in the future, I don’t care.”

Wei Feng boldly said, “I want you.”

“I won’t easily sleep with you again. At least, don’t let anyone in the company know that I slept with you. Once someone finds out, you have to leave the company. Understand?”

“Understood.” 02-12
Chapter 010 Destruction is Rebirth

Zhi Gang called Gui Ling and Lan Hua to his office, sat on the sofa, and showed them the promotion plan he had written for the neighboring village’s soy sauce-flavored liquor, discussing how to improve it.

Someone knocked on the open office door: "Excuse me, is Feng Zhigang here?"

"Come in,"

Zhigang said.

A beautiful young woman walked in, her face delicate and refined, wearing a pure white, tight-fitting dress that accentuated her curves, and a stylish small round straw hat, as if she had just returned from a beach vacation.

"Excuse me, who are you…?"

Zhigang seemed to recognize her somewhat, but felt even more unfamiliar with her, a little bewildered.

The woman giggled, bending over with laughter and clutching her stomach. Zhigang, Lan Hua, and Gui Ling could only watch her laugh. After laughing enough, the woman straightened up, took off her straw hat, revealing a nun's head with only a thin layer of stubble.

"Xin Yi!"

Zhigang exclaimed with delight, hugging Xin Yi and kissing her cheek.

"Come, let me introduce you,"

Zhigang said, pulling Xin Yi along, "This is the best candidate I told you about for managing the agricultural base, Jia Xin Yi."

Lan Hua and Gui Ling looked at each other, still somewhat puzzled.

Zhigang said to Xinyi, "This is Chen Lanhua, the general manager of the restaurant in the neighboring village, and Zhang Guiling, the general manager of the clubhouse in the neighboring village. They are both my most capable assistants."

"Hello, General Manager Chen. Hello, General Manager Zhang."

Xinyi shook hands with Lanhua and Guiling generously.

"Zhigang,"

Lanhua looked Xinyi up and down and said with a smile, "Where did you get this beauty?"

"From the temple. No, from the nunnery."

Zhigang said, "You don't believe me? Ask her yourself."

Xinyi said, "I am Jingyuan, a nun from Baiyun Nunnery."

"Really?"

Lanhua and Guiling both knew about Baiyun Nunnery.

Guiling asked her, "Have you returned to secular life?"

Xinyi looked at Zhigang and said, "It was Zhigang who made me return to secular life."

"What? He made you return to secular life?"

Guiling said with a smile, "He must have been lying to you, saying he wanted to marry you, right?"

Zhigang said, "Am I that petty? Even if I were, I wouldn't be so unwise as to resort to such childish tricks."

Xinyi said with a smile, "His deception was very clever, so righteous and impassioned, he convinced me to return to secular life with a bunch of grand principles. But his purpose is no different from that of a petty person."

Zhigang said, "You two, tell me, isn't it a pity that such a beautiful woman became a nun?"

"It's such a pity,"

Guiling said, "I especially feel sorry for Zhigang."

Zhigang said, "No matter which man she belongs to, it's better than belonging to Buddha."

Xinyi raised her index finger and warned him, "Don't be disrespectful to Buddha. Although I've returned to secular life, I still believe in Buddha. That's your point of view."

"I'm sorry,"

Zhigang apologized, "I misspoke. But I really did arrange the best job for you, not to marry you."

"What job? I'm worried about finding a job."

“Let’s sit down and talk.”

They sat down around the old tree roots. Zhigang boiled water to make tea and said, “We need to create a green ecological food supply base in Pengjia Village, and also develop the abandoned land there. I’ve entrusted Daqun’s wife and Daming’s wife to lead the work there, and the company needs to send a capable person to manage the whole thing.”

“These two,”

Zhigang pointed to Guiling and Lanhua, “are the pillars here. Each of them manages a company and can’t spare the time. I think you’re the best choice.”

Xinyi said happily, “That’s great! I like this job, and I’m familiar with it.”

Zhigang introduced Xinyi to Lanhua and Guiling, “Xinyi studied economics and management in university, and she’s worked in the government. She’s familiar with rural areas, and she also knows the people and things around Pengjia Village.”

Lanhua said, “Zhigang, how lucky you are! You have such a good woman to help you with whatever you want to do.”

“Lucky?”

Zhigang said, “I feel like I’m the unluckiest person. Why can’t I marry the person I want?”

"Alright, alright."

Guiling knew he missed Jing'er. "Let's not talk about this. I'll go arrange a welcome dinner for Xinyi. Hey, Xinyi, do you want a drink?"

Xinyi smiled, and Zhigang said, "Of course she does. She's already left the nunnery, how could she not drink?"

Guiling made a face at Xinyi and said, "Sorry. How can I still treat you like a nun?"

Xinyi playfully replied, "Zhigang said that as long as you have Buddha in your heart, you can be a nun anywhere. You're not wrong to think of me as a nun."

Guiling looked at Zhigang and said to Xinyi, "Is that how he tricked you into leaving the nunnery?"

"Yes. But I'm willing. Do you still want me to be a nun?"

"Of course, you'd better stay a nun. Do you know why? I'm jealous. Zhigang won't know how much he'll cherish you in the future."

Xinyi said to Zhigang, "Zhigang, you're really lucky. All the women around you are lovely."

Qu Beibei also attended the welcome dinner for Xinyi. She happened to be writing in her room at the migrant workers' home today.

Hearing that Zhigang was going to establish an agricultural product base in his hometown, Qu Beibei became interested. She asked Zhigang, "Could I stay there for a while? It would fill a gap in my thesis, allowing me to explore the humanistic roots of the migrant workers' character and temperament from their hometown."

"Haven't you finished your thesis?"

"Yes, I have. But I haven't defended it yet. Even if I pass, I still need to organize and publish it. I didn't write it just for a master's degree."

"Sure, that's not difficult. But there are no men there, so you'll have to work the drought like those left-behind women."

"Do you think I can't live without men? I just like rugged, free-spirited men, but I don't want them every day. Besides, experiencing the lives of left-behind women firsthand would be more rewarding."

"Of course, everything is good there except for the lack of men. There's food and lodging, blue skies and white clouds, fresh air; you'll have a great time. That's the real home for the migrant workers."

Xinyi said, "Beibei, I'll arrange everything for you. Besides, I can be a qualified tour guide, taking you all over the surrounding mountains and rivers, including to Baiyun Temple to burn incense. Baiyun Temple is my home."

Cold dishes were served. Zhigang said to the waiter, "Bring me two bottles of Lincun Jiangxiang Laojiu (a type of Chinese liquor)."

Lanhua opened the exquisite, traditionally styled porcelain bottles, poured for everyone, and said to Xinyi, "Lincun Jiangxiang Laojiu is a liquor we developed ourselves. Its quality is comparable to Moutai. Its production area is the same as Moutai's, and all the production environments are the same. Try it and see how it tastes."

Xinyi often drank when she worked for the government, and had drunk quite a bit of Moutai. She looked at the color of the liquor in her glass—slightly yellow and viscous—took a small sip, savored it for a while, and exclaimed, "Good liquor!"

Zhigang said, "I've found another suitable candidate for general manager of Lincun Winery. It's just a pity..."

"It's just a pity she can't do two things at once, right?"

Guiling continued Zhigang's words.

“Yes.”

Zhigang looked at Guiling and asked her, “Who do you think is suitable for this position?”

“I think Lanhua is more suitable. She has successful experience in developing new fields, and she has the best relationship with Jing’er, making communication easier.”

“That’s what I think too.”

Zhigang said, “The more the company develops, the scarcer the high-end talent becomes, so we have to let you veterans lead the charge again. What do you think of Lanhua?”

“I have no problem with it, you decide. Besides, I like Jing’er and I’d like to work with her.”

“Can you let go of the catering business in the neighboring village? And you’re still handling the migrant workers’ home in the neighboring village.”

“Both of these businesses are on track, and there are no problems with daily management. My deputy can handle them. Xiao Cui has made great progress in the past two years, and I’m very confident in entrusting the catering company to her. I can continue handling the migrant workers’ home.”

“Okay, then I’ll report this to the board of directors for discussion. One is the candidate for general manager of the neighboring village winery, and the other is the candidate for general manager of the neighboring village green agricultural product supply base.”

Guiling said, “Zhigang, with so many companies established, shouldn’t the neighboring village group be established as soon as possible?”

“Qianghui has already put it on the agenda. We’re aiming to establish it next year.”

"Okay. Let's toast to the upcoming establishment of the Lincun Group."

"Cheers to the establishment of the Lincun Winery."

"Cheers to the Lincun Green Agricultural Products Supply Base."

After dinner, Zhigang said to Guiling, "Xinyi can stay in the guest room. She's going to the countryside in a few days, so there's no need to arrange a dormitory."

The women all said goodbye and left. Zhigang picked up Xinyi's suitcase and escorted her upstairs. As soon as the door closed, he couldn't wait to press Xinyi against the door and kiss her. Xinyi looked incredibly sexy today. He had never imagined what Xinyi would look like without her monk's robes, and seeing her today filled him with overwhelming joy, causing him to become irresistibly aroused.

Xinyi also kissed Zhigang tenderly. This man was her first real man, giving her passion, courage, a new life, and her first true orgasm. They

had been apart for two weeks, and they were both surprised that they felt a longing for each other like lovers. On the day they first made love at Zhigang's house, they both understood that while Xinyi might have felt gratitude and respect for Zhigang, it was just a physical pleasure. They had experienced this kind of physical pleasure countless times, unrelated to love.

When they lay down on the bed, their clothes were already undressed. Zhigang, unusually, skipped foreplay and went straight to Xinyi. Xinyi was already waiting, tea served.

Entering Xinyi, Zhigang felt strong and powerful, full of confidence. Like a dam holding back a flood, he safely weathered the first wave of Xinyi's passion. Watching this beautiful and lovely woman writhe beneath him, his hard member like a conductor's baton, guiding her opening, turning the melody of her life on its tip, he felt that life's beauty was nothing more than this, and that sudden destruction was just right. But he wanted to experience as many waves as possible before destroying himself. As the fifth wave swept in irresistibly, the world darkened, and he was submerged in the deep tidal wave, finally unable to hold on any longer, he unleashed all the energy of his life, piercing through the tide, soaring to the heavens. He and Xinyi perished together.

Every destruction is a rebirth.

Qianghui said that Zhigang's hometown, Linhai City, was going to hold an investment promotion conference in Shanghai, and asked Zhigang to bring Lanhua, Guiling, Xinyi, and other people from Linhai to attend.

Xinyi said, "Zhigang, I don't want to go."

"Why?"

Seeing Xinyi's troubled expression, Zhigang suddenly realized, "Is it because the Municipal Party Secretary, Wang Yichao, is coming?"

Xinyi nodded. Zhigang said, "You're still avoiding him. Listen to me, you should attend without fear, and you'll find that your roles have been reversed. In the past, you were avoiding him, now he's avoiding you."

"Really?"

Xinyi's beautiful eyes gazed gently at Zhigang.

"Of course it's true. In the past, he could control you, now you can control him, the roles have reversed; in the past, you needed his help, now he needs your help, the roles have reversed again."

"Okay. I believe you."

Xinyi smiled at Zhigang, "You're always right."

The investment promotion conference was held on the 7th floor of the Shanghai International Convention Center in Lujiazui. Zhigang and the others signed in, entered the venue, and were led to the VIP lounge. Qiang Hui was also inside. Seeing him enter, he introduced, "Zhigang, this is Secretary Wang of the Linhai Municipal Party Committee. Secretary Wang, this is Feng Zhigang, General Manager of the Neighboring Village Company."

Secretary Wang Yichao, tall and handsome, firmly grasped Zhigang's hand, saying, "General Manager Feng, you are the pride of the people of Linhai. I've heard so much about you."

When he introduced Xinyi, he paused, seemingly wanting to withdraw his hand but unable to. However, he reacted quickly, immediately shaking Xinyi's hand and saying, "Welcome. Welcome."

Xinyi smiled slightly at him, said nothing, and sat down with Zhigang, Guiling, and Lanhua.

Secretary Wang was very talkative, discussing not only Linhai City but also world affairs, history, and culture, displaying a commanding presence. Zhigang thought, no wonder Xinyi liked him so much; this kind of man is most attractive to highly educated and intelligent women.

At the promotional meeting, Zhigang, representing the Neighboring Village Company, signed an investment intention agreement with the Investment Promotion Bureau of Daishan County, Linhai City. At the banquet, Qiang Hui, Zhigang, and Xinyi were seated at the head table. After hearing Zhigang's introduction that Xinyi would be representing the neighboring village company in charge of the investment project in Daishan County, Secretary Wang happily raised his wine glass and walked over to Xinyi, saying, "Xinyi, I'll call you General Manager Jia now. I hope we have a pleasant cooperation. If you encounter any difficulties in the future, just come to me."

Xinyi stood up, clinked glasses with Secretary Wang, and drank it all in one gulp.

On the way back, Xinyi rode in Zhigang's car. Seeing that she was sullen, Zhigang knew it was because of Secretary Wang and asked her, "You still can't let go of Secretary Wang, can you?"

Xinyi remained silent. Zhigang said, "If you truly still love him, don't fight your feelings. Even if he's done things to wrong you, you'll forgive him."

"I don't think I've ever hated him. I could ruin my own future, but I can't bear to do anything detrimental to him."

"So, your decision to become a nun wasn't entirely for yourself; at least half of it was to avoid affecting his future?"

"Yes."

"Silly girl. I admire your devotion. I'll say it again: dare to face him, no matter what you do. You'll still have dealings with him in the future. I can only advise you not to go against your feelings." Xinyi looked

at Zhigang curiously and said, "I've never seen a man like you, pushing a woman you've already won into another man's arms."

"What's mine can't be pushed away, and what's not mine can't be kept."

"I've made up my mind. Want to know?"

"Yes." "

Wang Yichao is a rare talent; he was born for politics. You're a rare good man, with a profound understanding of life."

"I don't even consider myself a good man, how can you judge me like that?"

"I know you have many women. I ask you, did you force them?"

"No."

"Did you harm them?"

"No." "

Then where did you go wrong?"

"I always thought that a good man only sleeps with one woman in his life. So from the moment I had my first woman, I knew she couldn't be my only woman, and I thought I was a bad person."

"Ridiculous. What era are we living in? Still thinking like that. I ask you, if you didn't sleep with these women, what would they gain?"

"Nothing much. They wouldn't gain chastity, they'd definitely sleep with other men."

"What would they lose?"

"They'd probably lose some pleasure, comfort in loneliness, and a sense of fulfillment in life. You mean, I slept with them and brought them many benefits."

"Yes. It's not that you slept with them and they slept with you. It's mutual. Maybe they even feel guilty, saying they took advantage of you?"

“Yes. Guiling took advantage of me. I was still a virgin, and she slept with me.”

“You think she took advantage?”

“Actually, no. I even felt she gave me a lot of warmth.”

“Do you still think you’re a bad person?”

“No, I don’t. Actually, all these years I’ve just followed my feelings, and I haven’t really cared whether I’m a good person or a bad person.”

“Isn’t that what you were telling me earlier?”

Zhigang laughed: “It really is. It turns out I’ve been tricked by you.”

“Okay. Now I’ll tell you my true feelings and thoughts.”

“Tell me quickly.”

“I would be in unbearable pain if I left him.”

“And if you left me?”

“I would die without hesitation.”

“…Looks like I have a slight advantage.”

Zhigang was a little moved and pulled the car over to the side of the road.

“Zhigang, I love you.”

“I love you too.”

They hugged and kissed tightly. Cars drove by, the gusts of air making their little car shake.

Xinyi soon returned to Daishan County. After seeing Xinyi off, Zhigang felt a sense of loss. This woman might be able to take Jing’er’s place. Zhigang had been trying to avoid thinking about Jing'er; the thought caused him heartache. He felt much better after Xinyi was born.

Yuqin called: "Zhigang, are you free tomorrow?"

"Yes, what's up?"

"Xia Qing is coming over tomorrow afternoon, you should come too."

Zhigang remembered his promise to Xia Qing: "Okay."

Dr. Wu Min bought a villa in a luxurious villa estate on Yindu Road in Minhang District, and Yuqin moved there after her marriage. Not long after moving in, Yuqin became pregnant and gave birth to a son for Wu Min.

When Zhigang arrived, Xia Qing opened the door for him. After changing into slippers, Zhigang asked, "Where are Yuqin and the others?"

Xia Qing blushed and smiled, pointing upstairs.

"Zhigang."

The upstairs door was open, and Yuqin's voice was clear. "Come on up."

Zhigang and Xia Qing went upstairs. Xia Qing seemed a little scared, gripping Zhigang's arm tightly with both hands. Zhigang was a little puzzled, wondering what she was afraid of.

Reaching the bedroom door, Zhigang understood immediately. Yuqin and Wumin were making love on the bed. Yuqin was lying on the bottom, her legs draped over Wumin's shoulders, his penis inside her, moving repeatedly. Yuqin was moaning intermittently below.

Zhigang quietly asked Xia Qing, "Yuqin is letting you watch to arouse you and bring you to orgasm, right?" "Yes." "How about it, want to come?" "

Yes ." Zhigang carried her into the opposite room and slowly began foreplay. He knew Xia Qing needed patience. At this moment, Yuqin's dolphin-like moans began. Zhigang said, "Ignore them. Let's take it slow." He kissed her pubic area; the vulva had opened slightly, filled with fluid. Zhigang gently probed inside with his right index finger. The vulva twitched. Xia Qing asked, "What are you doing in there?" Zhigang said, "I'm looking for your penis." "It's hard to find. I've looked myself, and my husband has looked too, but we can't find it." Xia Qing doubted whether she had a penis; perhaps it was because her vulva wasn't sensitive that she couldn't orgasm. She was a doctor and knew this could happen. Zhigang inserted two joints of his index finger, gently stroking the inner wall. The inner wall was smooth from the constantly flowing fluid, and he couldn't feel anything unusual. Zhigang slowly moved his finger, feeling a slightly sticky spot, so he gently rubbed that spot, trying to smooth it out like the rest of the area. Xia Qing suddenly shuddered as if electrocuted, letting out a cry of "Ah!" Zhigang continued stroking, and Xia Qing shuddered again. Zhigang felt her shudder was related to that small sticky spot he was touching, so he stopped his fingertip there and slowly rubbed it in circles. Zhigang felt Xia Qing's body begin to twist, and the labia tightened around his finger, causing a large amount of fluid to gush out, flowing down his finger and dripping onto the bed in a large puddle. He knew he had found the spot, so he continued to gently rub that bean-sized area. Xia Qing began to moan, from intermittent to a continuous murmur. Zhigang knew the time was right, so he picked up his spear and thrust it straight for the bullseye. "Ah—" Xia Qing's moan turned into a soft cry, but it wasn't strong. Zhigang knew it wasn't an climax yet, but she was experiencing a pleasure she had never felt before. Zhigang persisted for over an hour, and although Xia Qing's pleasure was stronger than before, she still hadn't reached climax. Zhigang had no choice but to surrender. "You've made great progress," Zhigang comforted Xia Qing. "I'm a doctor, of course I know. But you've worked hard." Xia Qing was already panting, seemingly more tired than Zhigang. Zhigang was indeed tired; he wasn't satisfied. But today wasn't about being satisfied; he had achieved his goal. Xia Qing kissed Zhigang, already very grateful. Today she had experienced a pleasure she had never felt before. And it had boosted her confidence, knowing that an climax was coming soon. Yuqin entered naked and asked, "I heard you moan. You've improved, haven't you?" Zhigang replied, "I have." Yuqin asked Xia Qing, "Want to observe again?" Xia Qing asked, "Where's Dr. Wu?" "He went down to cook. I meant you should observe me and Zhigang doing it." "Huh?" Although Xia Qing was a urologist and spoke casually about sex, she had never done it casually, much less watched others do it casually. Yuqin lay down on the bed, and Zhigang immediately entered her. They had both just finished, so foreplay wasn't needed. They tried several positions, all of which Dr. Xia knew but hadn't tried. When she saw Yuqin's dolphin-like moans, she felt that women at that moment were very vulnerable and completely defenseless.

After Zhigang's climax subsided, Xia Qing asked him, "When a woman climaxes, she gives herself completely, completely at the mercy of others, right?"

"Yes. It's the same for men. What, are you still holding back?"

"It seems so. I think if I give myself completely, maybe I'll have an orgasm."

Zhigang said, "This kind of thing is emotional, not rational. Don't think too much, just follow your feelings, you'll definitely have pleasure."

Yuqin asked, "Want to try again?"

Xia Qing looked at Zhigang and asked, "Are you sure you can do it?"

"Yes."

Xia Qing said to Yuqin, "Then you can go out."

Yuqin said, "Still embarrassed? Okay, I'm leaving."

Watching Yuqin go downstairs, Xia Qing said to Zhigang, "Why do I feel like I've become a bad woman?"

"That's right. When you see yourself as a bad woman, you'll have an orgasm."

Chapter 011 Marital Crisis

When they went downstairs, Wu Min had already put the dishes on the table. Yuqin opened a bottle of wine, poured some for everyone, and said, "A little wine will surely make things more enjoyable."

Zhigang said, "No, I drove today."

Xia Qing said, "I drove too."

Yuqin said, "Sleep here tonight, leave tomorrow."

Wu Min also said, "Right, we won't leave tonight. After dinner, let's go for a walk in a park outside the neighborhood; the environment there is very nice."

Zhigang asked, "Yuqin, where's your son? I haven't seen him yet."

"He's with Wu Min's mother. I'll bring him over for you to see at the next gathering."

After dinner, Wu Min went to the kitchen to wash the dishes. Yuqin lifted Xia Qing's skirt and, seeing that she was wearing underwear, helped her take it off. Xia Qing asked, "What are you doing? Are you going to take off your underwear again?"

"No,"

Yuqin said with a smile, "Going for a walk is more comfortable this way. If you get used to it, you'll want to do this."

Yuqin then handed Zhigang a bag containing a blanket, saying, "Use this as a seat in the park."

After Wu Min finished tidying up, they went out. Xia Qing walked and stopped, feeling uneasy. Yuqin knew the reason and said, "Go on, it's okay."

"Why do I keep feeling like someone saw me without underwear?"

"Don't overthink it. There's no moon today, it's so dark, even if you lift your skirt, no one will see."

Xia Qing thought it made sense and became more relaxed. There was nothing to cover her, and a breeze swept in from under her skirt, swirling around her vulva, making her feel itchy and pleasurable, and unconsciously she opened up, as if her vulva was breathing in fresh air. The feeling was indeed different.

Walking out of the residential area, there was a park not far away, an open park, free of charge. They walked in, while more people walked out. Yuqin said, "From now on, this park is a paradise for sex workers."

Zhigang asked, "How so?"

"Before 10 o'clock, it's the time for the elderly to exercise and take walks, but now the elderly have all gone home to sleep, so young men and women come in and have sex in there, it's especially exciting."

They walked in and came to a large grassy area, where sure enough, there were several couples entangled, their actions unclear, but undoubtedly engaging in sexual activity. One of them reached her climax and cried out unrestrainedly, her voice carrying far.

Xia Qing asked, "Aren't they afraid of being heard?"

"No one can hear us. The nearest house is my neighborhood, there's no one else around, and the highway across the street drowns out their cries."

Wu Min and Yu Qin chose a grassy area, and Zhi Gang asked Xia Qing, "Where do you see?"

"Let's go into the woods."

Zhi Gang knew she was shy. He thought, how could this woman be two-faced? She's so comfortable talking about sex and climaxes with men, but so shy when it comes to doing it herself. Interesting.

They went into a grove of trees, found a clearing, and Zhi Gang spread out a blanket. They sat down. Xia Qing was excited, and with the alcohol she'd drunk, she felt hot all over. The semen Zhi Gang had left inside her that afternoon had aroused her desire again. Zhi Gang sat facing her, and she stretched her legs out from his sides behind him, sitting on his lap. His penis was perfectly aligned with her opening, and she sat down and it went in. Her skirt spread out, completely covering their lower bodies.

Xia Qing felt an unprecedented joy. Even as a doctor, knowing all the sexual positions, she could never have imagined the exquisite sensations under such circumstances, in this atmosphere, and with this mood. She gradually opened herself up, allowing Zhigang to take hold. Pleasure rose and fell like a gentle breeze, continuously caressing her body; she wished the night could last until dawn.

Zhigang and Xia Qing chatted idly, their words seemingly meaningless, yet incredibly meaningful at this moment, making them want to continue. An hour passed, and Xia Qing was reluctant to leave, letting the jade pillar continue its movements inside her, constantly writhing and seeking new stimuli. This feeling was far more pleasurable than in the afternoon. She was already very satisfied, experiencing two different realms of pleasure within a single day.

Two hours passed. Xia Qing felt the jade pillar inside her swelling and heating up, burning her vulva red. Pleasure spread rapidly, then returned and concentrated at the core of her vulva, accumulating more and more, its density increasing until it suddenly exploded. She involuntarily opened her mouth and screamed, thrusting herself towards Zhigang's jade pillar, wanting it to destroy her cave as quickly as possible...

They embraced for a long time, motionless. Pleasure rippled around them.

Back at the villa, after showering and going to bed, Zhigang and Xia Qing made love again, and Xia Qing reached another orgasm.

A few days later, Xia Qing called Zhigang: "Zhigang, I can't be a doctor anymore."

"Why?"

"It's hard to say over the phone. I want to talk to you in person. If you're free, come over, let's have coffee at the same place as last time."

"Okay. I'm coming now."

Zhigang arrived at the hotel, and Xia Qing was already waiting for him in the same seat as last time. Zhigang sat down, ordered coffee, and asked her, "Tell me, why can't you be a doctor anymore?"

"I used to talk to these male patients about their conditions—things like erectile dysfunction, impotence, orgasms—it didn't matter. But now I can't. Talking about these things makes me feel guilty, and my face turns red." "

Before, you were numb, only dealing with patients; now you're truly guilty, dealing with men."

"Yes, you're right. Now, when I talk to male patients about erectile dysfunction and orgasms, my body gets hot, and I feel urges down there. It's so uncomfortable. I see so many patients a day, and I feel this way all the time, I just can't do it."

"It seems that's true. A woman working as a urologist, unless she doesn't see herself as a woman, that's why you haven't had orgasms. But once you've experienced orgasms, your sexual awareness awakens, and you can't face male patients anymore."

"What should I do?"

"Then you'll have to leave the urology clinic, otherwise you'll be forced back to the way things were before."

"For years, I've existed as a urology expert. If I leave the urology clinic and stop seeing urologists, other hospitals won't hire me."

"Then don't be a doctor."

"What can I do if I'm not a doctor?"

"Why don't you take a break and rest for a while before making a decision?"

"That's a good idea. But what can I do while resting at home? Do you have time to go on a trip with me?"

"I just got back from a trip, and you arranged it. If you're feeling bored, come sit at the village hall next door. You can even host a health lecture for a women's salon."

“That’s a good idea.”

Xia Qing smiled. “Zhigang, thank you. I don’t know how to thank you enough for your help.”

“I should thank you too. You helped me solve my sexual dysfunction.”

“I helped you, and you helped me in return with your powerful sexual function. It really proves the saying: helping others is helping yourself.”

Zhigang looked at Xia Qing’s noticeably larger breasts and asked, “Want me to help you again?”

“Yes.”

Xia Qing sat down next to Zhigang, letting his hand touch her thighs. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Zhigang’s fingers touched the outer edge of her vulva, where a lot of fluid had already flowed out, lubricating his fingers as they naturally slipped inside. Zhigang saw a look of pleasure on Xia Qing’s face. Her legs clamped around Zhigang’s hand, preventing it from coming out.

The table blocked their movements; this position was relatively secluded, making Xia Qing feel both risky and relatively safe, exciting and tempting. She took a sip of coffee and said, "Zhigang, I really feel like I've become bad. But it's strange, the more I become

bad, the more I want to have sex with men, and then I have an orgasm." "This is a subconscious viewpoint shaped by traditional education, and it's wrong. Liking sex isn't a bad thing, and wanting to have sex with multiple men isn't being a bad person. What era are we living in? Still judging people by whether they're good or bad? Was Wu Zetian a good person or a bad person? Considering her contributions to the country and history, she should be considered a good person, but she had so many male lovers, which was immoral. Does that make her a bad person?"

Zhigang took a sip of his coffee with one hand, and with the other, his fingers inside her moved slightly. Xia Qing trembled and said, "I want it. Come in."

Zhigang looked around: "How can we do this here?"

"What should I do? I can't take it."

“That won’t do either. It’ll be embarrassing if you scream. Let’s get a room.”

Entering the room and walking to the bed, Xia Qing had already taken off her clothes and thrown them on the floor. She lay down on the bed, rubbing her breasts with both hands, and shouted, “Zhigang, hurry up!”

Zhigang wasn’t slow either, but he wasn’t in a hurry. He pretended to aim at Xia Qing’s lower abdomen, saying, “I need to aim carefully before I go in, try to hit the bullseye.”

He rushed down from a distance and thrust straight in, making Xia Qing feel a wave of pleasurable dizziness.

Xia Qing never imagined that while she could finally experience orgasm during sex, her marriage would be in crisis.

Her husband, Hu Keming, was also a doctor, a famous surgical expert, known as “China’s No. 1 Scalpel,” and received a State Council expert allowance. Even some famous hospitals in Beijing often invited him to perform major surgeries. He was an upright person, with superb skills, and he did things as meticulously and rigorously as if he were performing surgery. He always followed the recipe exactly when cooking, strictly adhering to the amount of salt and water, except for the common unit of measurement “a little” in recipes. He successfully tested the conversion to "half a spoonful" in a small plastic spoon on one dish; "a little" was indeed equivalent to "half a spoonful." However, when he tried another dish, following the recipe's "a little" rule and adding half a spoonful of salt, it was too salty. The

same applied to other dishes. First, there had to be a plan. Certain days each month, when neither husband nor wife worked night shifts and daytime was inappropriate, were designated for sex, and there couldn't be a major surgery the following day. These were included in their sex schedule. However, if both husband and wife were home for two consecutive nights, they could only have sex that one night, otherwise it would be bad for their health. Once on the schedule, although no one forced them, they absolutely had to have sex that night. Secondly, the procedure was to shower first, then chat in bed, then foreplay, and finally penetration. There were also rules about how long it should last, not exceeding an hour, although he never ejaculated in more than half an hour. Xia Qing's status as a urologist was of no help to him; he was very stubborn and never listened to Xia Qing.

When Xia Qing suddenly orgasmed during sex one time, Hu Keming was surprised. He asked Xia Qing if anything had triggered her, such as medication or emotional factors, and she said no.

“Absolutely impossible. There must be a reason; every situation has a reason.”

Xia Qing knew he opposed extramarital affairs and had zero tolerance for extramarital sex. He believed that an upright and moral person should never do such a thing. Xia Qing didn't dare to tell the truth and just gave him a perfunctory answer. But Dr. Hu Keming, known as “China’s top surgeon,” was not someone who could be easily fooled. So, the atmosphere during their subsequent encounters became awkward, and Xia Qing didn't experience an orgasm. Several months later, Xia Qing experienced an orgasm again. Dr. Hu Keming pressed her for answers once more. Annoyed and realizing that hiding it from her husband wasn't a long-term solution, Xia Qing told the truth.

“Yuqin helped me adjust my mindset, and that's how I had an orgasm.”

“How did she adjust it? Did she show you porn or a live performance? Also, did you do any experiments? With whom? Yuqin’s husband?”

Xia Qing realized that it was impossible to hide anything from her expert husband. She had only intended to say that Yuqin helped, but once she started, she couldn't stop; she had to explain everything. Helpless, she told him everything she had done with Zhigang without reservation. She knew what awaited her.

"Despicable. Shameless."

In his rage, Hu Keming uttered these two words. To prove he wasn't just insulting, but offering a fair assessment, he continued, "You kept such a big thing from me, you deceived me—that's despicable. You did this behind my back, committing adultery with other men, and then called it psychological therapy—that's shameless."

Feeling his anger still hadn't subsided, he added, "How can you let filthy, vulgar lust control your actions? You're a highly educated doctor, how can you do such a thing?"

The next day, Hu Keming filed for divorce, saying he couldn't tolerate his wife's infidelity.

Xia Qing didn't want a divorce. Hu Keming was indeed an upright and good man, a family man, and very considerate of his wife. He tirelessly studied the issue of "a little" and "half a spoonful," wanting his wife and child to eat well and comfortably. Their daughter was already in fifth grade, studying hard, and needed extra nutrition.

Except for his less-than-satisfactory behavior in bed, Hu Keming was truly an impeccable man. Even in bed, it wasn't entirely his fault; he was still very responsible.

Xia Qing didn't want a divorce, but her husband insisted. She didn't know who to talk to. Yu Qin wasn't a good confidante; she would definitely suggest divorce, and an unhappy marriage was immoral. Should she talk to Zhi Gang? This was different from work; she was afraid of putting pressure on him. She was already on vacation and feeling incredibly bored at home, so she drove to the neighboring village's guild hall as Zhi Gang had suggested.

Xia Qing admired the guild hall's design. Simple, flowing, and grand, several tall white walls were arranged in a staggered pattern, topped with blue glazed tiles, somewhat reminiscent of the horse-head walls of Hui-style architecture, yet not quite. The overall style was modern and fashionable, incorporating some Hui-style elements but showcasing its modernity and even avant-garde nature.

Xia Qing entered through the main gate, and a male waiter bowed to her with his hands behind his back: "Are you a member of this club?"

"No."

"Are you here for leisure, or to see some acquaintances?"

Xia Qing asked, "You only serve members, right?"

"I'm sorry, yes."

"I'm looking for Feng Zhigang."

"Please have a seat and some tea. I'll go report to the manager."

The young man led Xia Qing to a seat, made her a cup of tea, and then went to report.

A short while later, a beautiful woman came in and politely asked her, "Are you looking for Mr. Feng?"

"Yes. Is he in?"

"Do you have an appointment?"

"No. I'm his friend."

Xia Qing was a little annoyed. This Feng Zhigang was quite arrogant; it wasn't easy to see him. She looked at the beautiful woman and thought, "Yuqin said Zhigang has many women; she must be one of Zhigang's women, and she doesn't want me to see him.

" "May I ask your surname?"

"Her surname is Xia."

"Please wait a moment."

The woman took out her phone and dialed Zhigang's number: "Zhigang, a lady surnamed Xia is looking for you."

Xia Qing thought, "She really is Zhigang's woman. She calls me so affectionately, it sounds like his mother.

" The woman put her phone away and said with a smile, "General Manager Feng is in his office. Please come with me."

The office was in another building, on the second floor of the migrant workers' home. Xia Qing didn't expect Zhigang's office to be so big. She said, "Feng Zhigang, you've got quite a lot going on."

"Just average. Come, let me introduce you. This is Zhang Guiling, the general manager of the neighboring village's club, and this is Dr. Xia Qing, a urologist."

"A urologist?"

Guiling held Xia Qing's hand, somewhat puzzled.

"Isn't it strange?"

Xia Qing said. "I might quit too. It's really not suitable for a woman to be a urologist."

"You could host a women's salon, so women can learn about men."

"Okay. Zhigang also mentioned this to me."

"I have something to do, so I'll leave now. It's settled then."

Zhigang invited Xia Qing to sit down and made her some Kung Fu tea: "Are you on vacation?"

"Yes."

"How's it going?"

"There's something I didn't want to tell you, but it seems I have to."

"What is it?"

"My husband wants a divorce."

"Why?"

"Because I had an orgasm."

Xia Qing told Zhigang what had happened. Zhigang said, "Isn't that selfish? He doesn't care if his wife doesn't have an orgasm, but when she does, he wants a divorce." "

He's not selfish. It's a difference in values. He values a woman's chastity very much."

"Tell me about your husband."

Xia Qing described Hu Keming's situation to Zhigang. Zhigang said, "He sounds like a decent man. You don't want a divorce?"

"I don't want a divorce. But he's adamant. He's the kind of person who won't tolerate any injustice. What do you think I should do?"

"What should you do? Don't divorce him."

"But he insists on a divorce."

"Delay it. Absolutely do not go through with the paperwork; once it's done, it's all over. We'll figure out a solution later."

"That's the only way. I really can't see a solution."

"This Hu Keming, doesn't he like women?"

"Even if he did, he could control himself."

"What do you think of Guiling, the one who brought you in earlier? She's pretty, and a bit seductive. If we have her seduce Hu Keming, will he give in?"

"I don't think so. He's too traditional."

"Then forget it. Relax today. Let's go sing karaoke after dinner."

"Dinner is fine, but karaoke is out of the question. I want to go home early to avoid any further complications."

Zhigang looked at her chest and said, "I want to give you a few orgasms."

"No. I'm not interested today."

Chapter 012: Quality Issues Occurred .

After Lan Hua became the general manager of the Shanghai Lincun Winery Company, she asked Xiao Cui to move to the head office. Xiao Cui has now become quite successful, becoming Lan Hua's most capable assistant at the Lincun Catering Company. Recently, Jing'er passed away, and Lan Hua took over the management of the migrant workers' home. Now, she's also preparing for the establishment of a winery in a neighboring village, meaning Xiao Cui is basically in charge of all the catering in that village.

She no longer needs to worry about her father's medical expenses. Several years ago, she brought him to Shanghai for treatment, and after his condition stabilized, she sent him back to her hometown to recuperate. Her mother no longer needs to farm and can take care of her father every day. Xiao Cui is just a name she casually chose when she was a prostitute; her real name is Zhou Ying, the tassel of a red-tasseled spear. Now, besides the employees calling her Manager Zhou, Lan Hua and the others call her Xiao Cui.

Xiao Cui has always lived and worked at the first catering supply point in the neighboring village, and she rarely comes out. Lan Hua asked her to move in, but she didn't want to. Lan Hua said, "Now that you're in charge of everything, you need an office. Besides, it's convenient for Zhi Gang and me to understand the situation and communicate with you here."

Xiao Cui had no choice but to move in and have her own office. Zhi Gang has already used the entire second floor of the first building in the original migrant workers' home as offices, with several companies working together to unify administration and personnel, thus saving costs.

Just after settling Xiao Cui into her office, Lan Hua received a complaint call from a fellow villager from Anhui. He said he had recently bought ten cases of aged Maotai liquor from a neighboring village, but the quality was far inferior to before. Lan Hua had someone bring back all ten cases, including the empty bottles, and deliver one bottle to her office. She took the bottle to Zhi Gang's office, gave Zhi Gang and Gui Ling each a glass, and poured some into it.

After carefully tasting it, Zhi Gang said, "This liquor seems to have been stored for too short a time; it's not mellow enough."

Gui Ling said, "Yes. It's also a bit astringent, like freshly brewed liquor."

Lan Hua called Jing'er, telling her that the liquor was of poor quality and asking why. Jing'er said she didn't know, but she would investigate and let Lan Hua know later.

Lan Hua asked Zhigang, "What do you think we should do?"

Zhigang asked, "How many

bottles of this wine are there?" "30,000."

"How many have been shipped out?"

"10,000 bottles have been shipped out."

"Can you find out who they were all sent to?"

"Yes."

"I suggest we recall them all. If they're willing to exchange them, we can give them back when the next batch arrives. If they ask for a refund, we should refund them in full."

"That would be a huge loss for us, and our reputation would be affected; we'd lose a lot of customers."

"Not doing this would result in even greater losses. The sooner we do it, the more proactive we'll be. The loss has already been made and is irreparable; we can only accept it and lay the foundation for future business."

"This will put my winery's cash flow in trouble."

"I'll find a way to address the cash flow problem, but we must do this. I think this might be a good thing."

"A good thing? How so?"

"Tell me, how well is the market recognition of our neighboring village's aged sauce-flavored liquor?"

"It's a new brand, far inferior to established brands like Gujinggong and Kouzijiao."

"We can use this recall to expand our brand awareness and build a better reputation. Think about it, we're the first company in the industry to implement a quality recall system. How could our influence be small? Creating an industry first, no matter what kind of first, is an opportunity that's hard to come by."

"So we can't just recall quietly; we have to do it on a grand scale. We could even hold a press conference, claiming we're doing this for the consumers' benefit, and ask reporters to help us publish the recall information."

"Exactly! That way, we'll have free advertising everywhere."

Lan Hua cupped Zhi Gang's face and kissed him, saying, "Zhi Gang, you're so clever."

"What are you going to do about Jing'er?"

Zhi Gang asked.

"I don't know what to do. If we return everything, I don't know if Jing'er can handle it."

"Return everything. That's non-negotiable. As for what happens afterward, we'll discuss it after she's investigated."

Lan Hua got angry: "Are you really that heartless to Jing'er? You still resent her for not marrying you?"

Zhigang laughed, "Don't mention it. It's not that I'm heartless towards Jing'er, it's the market punishing her, and we're being punished too."

Lan Hua was still concerned about Jing'er and asked, "Do you estimate how much loss Jing'er will suffer? Can she bear it? Can we help her?"

"Don't worry, Third Sister-in-law. I care about Jing'er just as much as you do, and I will help her. We should take this opportunity to help Jing'er reorganize production management, not only to prevent such incidents from happening again, but also to take control of the key points."

"How?"

"We need to intervene in management and strengthen supervision."

"You want to acquire her?"

"Not acquire, but invest."

"Will Jing'er be willing?"

"I don't know. This winery is her family's heirloom, and she got married for this winery, so she probably won't accept us easily."

"How much will she lose after we invest?" "

She won't lose any wealth, only gains."

"Will she still refuse?"

"She will lose her autonomy and brand. But with the shares she owns, it will definitely be worth more than the current winery."

When Jing'er received Lan Hua's call, she was still in Zunyi City. She hung up the phone, abandoned her business, and returned to Maotai Town. She usually handled external sales and purchasing, while her husband, Chen Tianming, was responsible for production and shipping. Chen Tianming was introverted and not suited to dealing with outsiders, so Jing'er, who wasn't particularly outgoing herself, had to handle external affairs.

Jing'er found the office; only Factory Director Xu was there. She asked, "Factory Director Xu, where's Chen Tianming?"

"Tianming was here this morning, but I don't know where he went."

"I'm asking you, were there any quality issues with the last shipment to Shanghai?"

"There shouldn't be any problems… However, Factory Director Shu, there's something Tianming told me not to tell you, but I think I should."

"What is it?"

"Shanghai wanted 30,000 bottles of this 15-year-old vintage, and we were short 1,000. Tianming had 1,000 bottles of 5-year-old vintage bottled to make up the 30,000 and shipped them over."

Jing'er was furious, her eyes wide but speechless. After a long while, she finally said, "Find Chen Tianming for me."

Factory Director Xu quickly ran out. He knew Chen Tianming was playing mahjong in the card room and didn't dare tell Jing'er.

Chen Tianming had lost money and was currently playing a high-stakes hand, a straight flush of blue and white, hoping to win back all his losses. Factory Director Xu burst in, saying, "Tianming, Jing'er has an urgent matter and wants you to go back immediately."

"I'll go back after I finish this round."

"No. Jing'er is anxious; it seems something happened in Shanghai."

"What could happen? Wine doesn't spoil easily."

Seeing that there were outsiders present, and not wanting to directly mention the 1000 bottles of inferior goods, Factory Director Xu could only say, "Go quickly, Jing'er is furious."

"No rush. Didn't you see I've stopped playing?"

Tianming said, picking up a tile, then discarding it after seeing he didn't want it. "Three of a kind."

"I won."

The opponent pushed the tiles aside; they had indeed won.

After discarding his tiles, Tianming was furious. He yelled at Director Xu, "Who told you to come and make a scene? You've ruined my great hand!"

"Is your hand bigger than the winery's?"

Jing'er entered and overheard Tianming's words. Tianming fell silent, his face flushed. He pushed his tiles away, stood up, and left.

Back in the winery office, Tianming sat down at his desk, fuming and silent.

Jing'er, usually very mild-mannered, had never raised her voice to Tianming since their marriage. Today, however, she was truly angry. She asked Tianming, "How can you be a factory director? You still have time to play mahjong?"

Tianming remained silent.

"I'm asking you, what happened to those 1000 bottles of wine?"

Seeing that Tianming remained silent, Jing'er turned to Factory Director Xu and said, "Uncle Xu, starting tomorrow, you'll be in charge of everything at the distillery. If any problems arise, I'll hold you responsible. Understand?"

Factory Director Xu looked at Tianming and said, "Yes. But..."

"No buts. You're only responsible to me. No one has the right to order you around. As for him, let him go play mahjong."

Tianming finally couldn't take it anymore, overturned the table, and left.

Jing'er continued speaking to Factory Director Xu, "Uncle Xu, I'll go to Shanghai tomorrow to handle this matter. I'm leaving everything here to you."

Factory Director Xu, being an older man, knew what to do and said, "Jing'er, don't worry. I'll take care of things for the next few days."

He then shook his head, saying, "Tianming, that child, is so immature."

Jing'er called Lan Hua, "Third Sister-in-law, I've investigated thoroughly. There are 1000 bottles of 5-year-old aged wine being sold as genuine. I'll fly to Shanghai first thing tomorrow morning to discuss this with you." Lan Hua

said, "Okay. Jing'er, I'll pick you up at the airport." Jing'er

returned home, but Tianming hadn't come back. Even after dinner, he still hadn't returned. She became worried and went to look for him at the card and mahjong parlors. She searched all the card and mahjong parlors in town, but he wasn't there.

Jing'er called Factory Director Xu: "Factory Director Xu, Tianming hasn't come home yet. Do you know where he might have gone?"

"Jing'er, Tianming grew up here. Although he doesn't have parents, he knows many people. Don't worry. Go on your business trip tomorrow without worry. I'll call you if anything happens."

Jing'er was still worried and didn't sleep well all night. She got up at dawn to go to the airport, but Tianming still hadn't returned.

Lan Hua picked Jing'er up at the airport and hugged her affectionately for a while. Lan Hua whispered in Jing'er's ear, "Are you having fun with your little husband?"

Jing'er smiled but didn't answer. Lan Hua dragged Jing'er's suitcase towards the parking lot. After getting in the car, Jing'er asked, "Third Sister-in-law, how are you going to handle this quality incident?"

"We haven't decided yet. Zhigang's idea is to take this opportunity to establish a quality management system for the winery. We might also need to get involved in the winery's management."

Lan Hua drove the car out of the garage and onto the elevated road. Seeing Jing'er remain silent, she asked, "Don't you want us involved in management?"

"No. Actually, I was just about to suggest it, to let you get involved in management."

"Why do you think that?"

"Tianming and I can't manage this winery well. Even my father couldn't manage it well if he were alive. We don't understand modern people's tastes and requirements for wine, let alone modern corporate management mechanisms and methods. I've thought about it for a long time, and I feel that if we don't integrate the winery more closely with the neighboring village company, not only will the winery's future become increasingly narrow, but the cooperation with the neighboring village company won't last long."

"Jing'er is so smart,"

Lan Hua said affectionately. "You and Zhigang are on the same page. When Zhigang told me, I was worried you wouldn't be able to accept it. Aren't you afraid of losing our family's legacy?"

"That's why I'm doing this. Only through cooperation can we preserve our family's legacy."

"What about your husband? Does he agree?"

"He has no say. I decide."

"He is the rightful heir to your family's legacy; you must respect him."

“I can’t respect him. He’s such a disappointment to me. All he does is play mahjong all day and doesn’t care about the factory at all. If he really didn’t care, that would be fine, but he’s always doing bad things. This time, he ordered 1,000 bottles of 5-year-old alcohol to be mixed into 30,000 bottles of 15-year-old alcohol.”

Orchid was also angry: "How can this kid be such a scoundrel? Your father entrusted the future of the Shu family winery and even your life to him, how can he not understand taking responsibility?"

"He's an orphan, he grew up without parents, relying on the kindness of others. Although he went to school for a few years, he didn't achieve anything. My father took him in as an apprentice because he seemed honest, but he never imagined the consequences of his lack of knowledge. Actually, he's not honest at heart."

"I think he's just a poor boy who suddenly became rich, blinded by wealth. And with a beautiful wife like you, he's gone mad."

"He's my biggest headache now."

"What's the point of keeping a scoundrel like him? Just divorce him."

"If it were that easy to divorce him, why would I have a headache?"

"Why? Are you afraid he'll take your share of the property?"

"Taking the property is secondary. The key is that he's mastered the secrets of the Shu family's brewing techniques. After the divorce, our family's ancestral craftsmanship will be lost to the outside world."

"That's a problem. Let's go talk to Zhigang; he and Guiling are waiting for us."

Lanhua led Jing'er directly to the restaurant at the neighboring village's guild hall, where Zhigang, Guiling, and Xiaocui were already waiting. Chun'er was also there; seeing them enter the gate from afar, she quickly ran out of the private room, hugged Jing'er, and jumped up and down, shouting, "Sister, I missed you so much! You haven't come to see me in so long!"

Jing'er hugged Chun'er and went into the private room. Guiling said, "Jing'er, have you forgotten about us? Zhigang thinks about you every day."

Jing'er blushed, glanced at Zhigang, and lowered her head. She felt most sorry for Zhigang.

"Jing'er must be hungry," Lan Hua said. "Let's serve the food."

The cold dishes were already laid out, and Gui Ling told the waiter to start serving the hot dishes. She then opened a bottle of old wine from a neighboring village and said, "Let's try our luck. This bottle is one of those 30,000 bottles. If it's a 5-year aged wine, we've won the lottery."

Speaking of the wine, Lan Hua said, "Zhi Gang, you'd never guess, Jing'er herself wants us to get involved in the management of the winery."

"Really?"

Zhi Gang looked at Jing'er.

Jing'er nodded.

"That's good,"

Zhigang said. "Jing'er, don't worry, even after we take over management, your family's ancestral craftsmanship will still be in your hands, and it will only receive better protection, allowing you to expand your influence and generate more benefits."

Lan Hua clapped her hands: "Look, you two say the same thing. What a perfect pair. I feel sorry for you both now."

Jing'er said: "Zhigang, I came here to discuss with you how to handle these 30,000 bottles of wine. What are your thoughts?"

"Originally, I wanted to return them all. Do you have any better ideas?"

"You know I can't afford the losses from returns. I was wondering if we could resolve this in Shanghai?"

"Tell me, what solutions do you have?"

"I haven't thought of any yet, that's why I'm discussing this with you. If we can find these 1,000 bottles of wine in Shanghai, I can send a few winery workers over, which will save a lot of money compared to sending the goods back." "

That's a good idea, and the approach is correct. But can you find them?"

"It's difficult. Unless you open the bottles. But if you open them, you'll have to return them."

“That’s difficult.”

Zhigang looked at Lanhua and the others and said with a smile, “Do you have any good ideas?”

They all shook their heads. Lan Hua said, "Currently, we only know that of the 10 cases of wine returned from the customer, the opened case contains 1000 bottles."

Zhi Gang already had an idea and couldn't help but smile, saying, "I have a brilliant idea that doesn't even require chasing back the wine that's already been sent out. Do you want to hear it?"

Lan Hua said, "Stop being so mysterious, just tell us."

Zhi Gang asked Gui Ling, "What did you just say?"

"Which sentence are you asking about?"

"When you opened the bottle and poured the wine for us."

"I said, if this bottle of wine is 5-year aged, we've won a prize."

"That's right."

Gui Ling's eyes lit up: "You mean, a prize?"

Zhi Gang nodded knowingly at her: "Tomorrow we'll announce that we deliberately put 1000 bottles of 5-year aged wine in this batch. If anyone finds it, they can bring it to the neighboring village's winery and not only get a bottle of 5-year aged wine, but also a 500 yuan cash reward from the neighboring village's winery. Don't you think this idea is brilliant?"

Everyone clapped their hands in unison, saying it was brilliant.

Lan Hua said, "Isn't 500 yuan a lot for the prize? The total payout will be 500,000 yuan."

"Not much,"

Zhi Gang said. "We returned the goods to the winery, and they worked overtime to process them before shipping them back to Shanghai. I estimate the losses were at least several hundred thousand yuan. If you include the negative impact on our business, it's far more than 500,000 yuan. And considering the advertising effect of our handling of the situation, 5 million yuan couldn't buy it."

Sitting next to Zhi Gang, Jing'er said happily, "Zhi Gang, thank you so much. You saved me."

Zhi Gang said, "It's not that serious. I just went with the flow and did some planning."

Gui Ling said, "There's another problem to solve: storing all these bottles together makes the winning odds too narrow; if you win, you win at least six bottles."

Zhi Gang asked Jing'er, "Are these 1000 bottles packed together?"

“They were packed in boxes, six bottles a box. But Tianming had the workers shuffle the boxes and repack them,”

Zhigang said. “That’s easy. We just need to open all the boxes in stock, shuffle them, and repack them. We don’t need anyone from Jing’er’s side to come; our own employees can do it.”

“What about the ones that have already been shipped?”

“The ones that have been shipped are fine. Since the boxes have been shuffled, he probably won’t win two boxes. No matter how many boxes he won, he’ll be considered to have won the grand prize, and the prize money will still be paid. He will also become a loyal customer and sales promoter for the neighboring village’s winery.”

“So, the customer who returned 10 boxes of wine this time, at least one box has already won?”

“Of course. He should also be specially rewarded for his meritorious report.”

Lanhua said, “Jing’er, why don’t you toast Zhigang?”

Jing’er picked up her glass and said, “Zhigang, thank you.”

Chun’er ran over from the other side of Jing’er and said, “Brother Zhigang, I know what my sister wanted to do. I did it for her. Here’s a kiss for you.”

She then kissed Zhigang on the cheek. Everyone applauded again.

Lan Hua said, "Come on, let's all have a drink together, for Zhigang leading us through another difficult time."

Putting down her glass, Guiling asked, "Did you all find the answer? Did you win the prize in this bottle?"

Everyone answered in unison, "No."

After dinner, Lan Hua asked Jing'er, "Where are you staying tonight?"

"Still staying in my dorm,"

Jing'er said, hugging Chun'er.

Lan Hua tapped her forehead and said, "You silly girl, can't you keep Zhigang company?"

Jing'er smiled and shook her head.

Zhigang returned to his apartment, took a shower, and sat on the sofa watching TV. He knew he wouldn't be able to sleep tonight; he always couldn't sleep when Jing'er came over. He didn't want any other women. Tonight, he didn't want anyone but Jing'er.

It was past midnight, and there weren't any good TV channels left, but he kept changing the channels, hoping to find something he could watch. He didn't know how much time had passed before he fell asleep on the sofa.

A slight click of a key opening the door startled Zhigang awake. Who was it?

The door opened gently, and it was Jing'er.

As soon as Jing'er entered, she threw herself at Zhigang, kissing him passionately. Zhigang thought he was dreaming until he held Jing'er's soft body in his arms, realizing she was really there.

Overjoyed, Zhigang placed Jing'er on the sofa and said, "My dear Jing'er, I thought I'd never have you again in this life. I never expected you to come."

"I told you, even if I don't marry you, I'll be your lover for life."

Zhigang unbuttoned Jing'er's blouse, removed her bra, and the pair of exquisite breasts he had longed for appeared. He gently rubbed them, asking, "Why didn't you come with me?"

A happy smile appeared on Jing'er's smooth face as she said, "I didn't want them to know."

"Why? Didn't they already know?"

"I was going to marry you before. But now I'm married to someone else, so our relationship can't be public."

Jing'er's breathing quickened, her hands caressing Zhigang's chest muscles. Zhigang removed Jing'er's vulva, his tongue lightly touching the already open labia. Jing'er was already an virgin, the pinkish flesh inside displaying the results of countless times being ravaged by men. The thought of other men roughly passing through this shell every day caused Zhigang a pang of heartache. He placed his tongue inside, the labia opening and closing as nimbly as his tongue.

Jing'er couldn't take it anymore, crying out, "Ah, Zhigang, come in quickly. Quickly."

Zhigang entered, letting out a long sigh of relief, saying, "Jing'er, I finally have you again."

Jing'er said intermittently, "Me too. I miss you so much."

Gasping and writhing, they continued their assault. They finally relived that past connection, that physical and spiritual touch, that connection and harmony. The difference was, Zhigang no longer felt like he was facing a piece of porcelain; instead, he kneaded Jing'er into a lump of clay, becoming one with her, the two of them becoming one, inseparable.

As the climax subsided, Jing'er still clung to Zhigang, not wanting him to leave her body, but to her dismay, his penis had already withdrawn. Jing'er sighed softly and said, "Zhigang, I'm leaving."

"Don't rush, I want you one more time."

"I was afraid Chun'er would wake up, so I came secretly."

Jing'er dressed, opened the door, and ran away. Zhigang felt as if he had just had a sexual encounter.

(Chapter 13: Days Without a Man)

Jia Xinyi had only been in Xiaofengzhuang for a few days when Qu Beibei followed her. They stayed at Zhigang's house; there were several rooms upstairs, and they each chose one. Every day, Zhigang's mother would cook and call them downstairs to eat. They ate organic rice and vegetables, breathed fresh air that money couldn't buy, and were surrounded by green mountains, clear waters, and vast fields—it was truly a life of paradise.

The only drawback was the lack of men.

But that didn't matter; they were prepared. After showering that evening, Qu Beibei, wearing a bathrobe, closed the bedroom door and took out a small bag resembling a first-aid kit from her suitcase. Inside were various sex toys. She first took out a breast vibrator and put it on, enjoying the pleasure of her breasts being constantly stimulated, her nipples also being repeatedly violated. She turned on the TV and then took out an inflatable chair. After inflating it, a male penis stood upright in the middle, with two points at the front and back. Sitting on it felt like a man was penetrating her, and it vibrated like a living thing. The two points at the front and back touched her clitoris and vulva respectively. A humanized design; everything that could be thought of had been considered. Beibei sat on it, comfortably watching TV. Pleasure slowly accumulated within her, reaching a certain concentration, and finally erupted. She tilted her head back, desperately arching her chest, making herself into a bow, and couldn't help but let out a long howl.

After enjoying herself, she put away the toys and suddenly listened intently. She gently opened the door and went to listen at the door of the opposite room. There seemed to be loud moans coming from inside, but they weren't clear. Suddenly, a series of high-pitched sounds faintly came through. Beibei knew that Xinyi had reached her climax. She returned to her room and knocked on the door again 10 minutes later.

"Who is it?"

Xinyi asked from inside.

"It's me. Qu Beibei."

After a while, the door opened, and Xinyi, also wearing pajamas, let Beibei in.

"Aren't you asleep yet?"

Beibei asked.

"I can't sleep if I go to bed early."

"You can't sleep without a man, right?"

"So what? You're the same."

"What were you doing just now?"

Beibei looked around, as if looking for something.

"Nothing."

"Nothing?"

Beibei lifted Xinyi's pajamas, revealing the wireless remote-controlled toy she was wearing between her legs.

Beibei pulled Xinyi's pajamas off her head, then took off her own, removed the device from Xinyi's crotch, and put it on her own, saying, "I've never played with this kind before."

Xinyi hugged Beibei, her tongue entering her mouth, and the two women kissed intimately.

Xinyi removed the device from Beibei's crotch and took out a V-shaped vibrator. The two women sat facing each other, inserted it into their bodies, and embraced each other. The device was also electric, and inside, it vibrated like a man, causing both women to reach orgasm simultaneously, screaming wildly.

The next morning, Beibei woke up and saw Xinyi in her arms, still holding her, so she kissed her lips. Xinyi also woke up and hugged her even tighter.

Beibei asked, "Xinyi, how do you endure being a nun?"

"Being a nun means not thinking about sex."

"But if you don't do it for a long time, you'll start to miss it."

"When I miss it, I chant scriptures and pray to Buddha; it's very effective."

"And if you still can't resist?"

"Then we do it like we did last night, two nuns doing it together. That's why I already have these tools, and I'm quite skilled at using them."

"No matter how exquisitely they're made, they're still not as good as a real man."

"Yes. It shows how hard life must be for the women left behind in this place."

After washing up, they went downstairs together for breakfast. Breakfast was sweet potato porridge with pickled vegetables and a few halved duck eggs. The two women each drank two large bowls of porridge, drinking heartily until their bellies were full.

After putting down her rice bowl, Qu Beibei asked Zhigang's mother, "Auntie, what are some fun places to visit around here?"

Zhigang's mother replied, "What's fun in the countryside? The city is much more fun."

Xinyi said, "You'll have to ask me if you want to find something fun."

"You know?" "

The county's number one tourist attraction is Fuhu Temple on the top of Daishan Mountain. Its incense has been burning for over 1000 years. On the way up, you can stop by Baiyun Temple, where I once became a nun, to burn some incense."

Beibei wasn't interested in Buddhism and asked, "What about the second most popular tourist attraction?"

"It's Daishan Town. You'll see it once; it's definitely comparable to places like Zhouzhuang, Wuzhen, and Xitang near Shanghai. The first time I went to Zhouzhuang, I thought it was quite ordinary because I've seen too many ancient water towns in my hometown. Not to mention Xidi and Hongcun, which are World Heritage Sites, you can find any town that could easily become another Zhouzhuang. They're hidden gems, unknown to the world."

"Why doesn't the government develop them?"

"The government wants to develop them, but they don't have the funds. Another reason is that it's a bit far from developed big cities; it takes six hours by car. However, I think the government's mindset is the problem."

“Take me to see it today.”

“I don’t have time. I’m here for work. Today I need to talk to Li Cunmei and Zhao Hongxia about mobilizing the masses. Come with me. The monthly market is in a few days, I’ll take you there, it’ll be even more fun then.”

Xinyi had arranged to meet with Li Cunmei and Zhao Hongxia yesterday, and was going to Zhao Hongxia’s house for a meeting today. She told Zhigang’s parents that she wouldn’t be back for lunch, and then took Beibei with her to Pengjia Village.

Li Cunmei and Zhao Hongxia were waiting for her. It seemed that Li Cunmei had slept here last night, still wearing her pajamas. Her high breasts and radiant complexion suggested that she had been sexually active last night. Qu Beibei’s eyes swept across the dressing table, trying to find any trace of their behavior last night. She thought, these two women must have done the same thing as us, they must have had sex.

They sat down in the living room, and Hongxia had just boiled water and was making tea for them.

"Use less tea leaves,"

Xinyi said. "Women shouldn't drink strong tea."

Cunmei asked, "Why can't I drink strong tea?"

Xinyi looked at her slightly dark but smooth face and said, "If you drink too much strong tea, you'll lose interest in sleeping with men."

"Then I should drink even stronger tea. Since I don't have any men to sleep with anyway, I might as well get rid of my womanly functions and become a nun."

"Okay,"

Xinyi said with a smile, "I just came from Baiyun Nunnery, and the empty seat hasn't been filled yet, so I'll give it to you."

"Get lost,"

Cunmei laughed as well, "You have ulterior motives. You yourself indulged in a good life and left the nunnery, and now you want me to suffer that kind of torment."

The women all laughed.

"Let's get down to business,"

Xinyi took out a notebook and opened it, saying, "Cunmei, how many people have you contacted?"

Li Cunmei and Zhao Hongxia also took out their notebooks. Cunmei opened her notebook and said, "I've contacted over 100 households. 23 are willing to rent out their land and join the cooperative, 31 are willing to rent out their land but not join, and the rest are either undecided and observing, or have clearly stated they don't want to."

"Hongxia, what about you?"

"I've also contacted over 100 households. 19 are willing to rent out their land and join the cooperative, 28 are willing to rent out their land but not join, and the rest are also observing."

"That's already very good,"

Xinyi said. "We shouldn't expand the cooperative at first. Once it's successful, then we can consider expanding it. However, you must ask every single household, whether they're willing or not doesn't matter, otherwise they'll ask us why we didn't approach them. Pengjia Village has over 380 households, plus a dozen or so in Xiaofengzhuang, a total of 400 households. Ask all the remaining households in the next few days."

"We'll start this afternoon, splitting up to contact each household,"

Cunmei said.

“Okay. Now let’s discuss the next steps. First, after all the personnel are contacted, we’ll hold a preparatory meeting for the cooperative, requiring everyone willing to participate to attend and explain the establishment procedures and what needs to be done after its establishment. Second, we’ll sign two contracts: a land lease contract and a contract to join the cooperative. Third, we’ll select a site: a location for the breeding base and land for vegetable cultivation. After these three tasks are completed, we’ll officially establish the cooperative and begin infrastructure construction.”

Qu Beibei, growing impatient, asked, “Have you finished discussing the work?”

“Yes,”

Xinyi said. “Is there anything you want to say?”

“I just want to ask, what kind of entertainment do rural women usually do?”

Cunmei said, “Playing mahjong, playing cards, playing poker, and watching TV. Now some people play video games too.”

“That’s all?”

“That’s all.”

Beibei said to Xinyi, “I suggest we transplant the women’s salon model from the neighboring village’s association here, so that women can improve their quality of life and enrich their leisure time.”

“Yes.”

Xin Yi strongly agreed with the suggestion. “Women don’t necessarily need men; it’s because they’re lonely. Solving loneliness doesn’t always require men; enriching their spiritual lives can also alleviate loneliness to some extent. However, we need to consider the realities and circumstances of the women here when establishing the salon.”

“Yes. We could even give it a different name, not a salon.”

“I think we can make it an activity of the cooperative, but non-members are welcome to participate. It’s free, just a service. The activities could include discussions about life, including issues concerning men and women, and we could invite painters and calligraphers to give lectures. We could also invite people to teach, such as calligraphy, painting, and musical instrument classes.”

“We could also organize an amateur performance team from a neighboring village cooperative, so women who like singing and dancing can perform.”

Xin Yi and Bei Bei became increasingly excited as they spoke, and Cun Mei and Hong Xia listened with great enthusiasm. Cun Mei said, “This would make the cooperative even more attractive. Can we talk to them this afternoon and tell them these ideas?”

“Of course,”

Bei Bei said. “I’ll go with you this afternoon.” Xin Yi said, “Okay, let’s split up. You and Cun Mei together, and I and Hong Xia together.”

Hongxia was preparing to cook when she asked, "Want to have a drink at noon?" "

Sure,"

Xinyi said. "Just a little, not too much. You'll be more relaxed when you visit people this afternoon."

Hongxia went to the kitchen. Beibei took out a toy from under her skirt, like a small rubber ball. Cunmei took it and squeezed it, asking, "What is this? Where did you take it from?"

"It's called the Linglong Exercise Ball. It can give you pleasure and also help you contract and exercise your vagina, making it more sexy and firm. How about it, want to try it?"

"How do I try it?"

"Come here."

Beibei lifted the hem of Cunmei's nightgown, took off her bra, told her to spread her legs, and slowly inserted the ball. Then she said, "Stand up and walk around."

Cunmei stood up and walked a few steps, feeling the toy bouncing inside and pressing against her inner walls, and pleasure followed. She said in surprise, "There's such a good thing? Can I just walk around outside like this?"

"Of course you can. Nobody can see." "The more you move around, the happier you'll be,"

Cunmei said. "I won't take it out. Just lend it to me this afternoon."

"I don't want it anymore. You can keep it."

"Really?"

"Really. I'll give you even better stuff later. There's plenty of this kind of thing."

"Beibei, I have an idea."

"Oh? Go ahead."

"Help me wholesale some of these things in Shanghai, and I'll secretly sell them to the women in the village so they can share in the fun you city women have. I can make a little money that way too."

"That's a good idea. I'll wholesale some for you next time, but there are many varieties. You'll have to learn how to use them first before you teach them."

"Don't worry. They're not good at studying, but I guarantee they'll learn this in no time."

Beibei said to Xinyi, "Xinyi, I'll go back and get the things this afternoon. We'll stay here tonight and I'll teach them, okay?"

"Great!"

Xinyi agreed.

That evening, they drank a bit too much and went upstairs to study. Xin Yi and Hong Xia shared a room. Unexpectedly, Hong Xia was very shy and unwilling to take the initiative. So Xin Yi had her close her eyes, took out a V-shaped device, inserted it into her vagina, then inserted her own, and then hugged and kissed her. Hong Xia felt like she was hugging Zhi Gang, so she kissed Xin Yi back. There was vibration inside, like something alive, making her incredibly happy. When she reached her climax, Xin Yi also climaxed at the same time. Hong Xia hugged Xin Yi tightly and struggled, shouting, "Ah—Zhi Gang."

When Xin Yi heard her call Zhi Gang, she realized that Zhi Gang had done it with her the last time he came back.

Zhi Gang was currently having sex with Chun'er. This girl hadn't bothered him for a while, often bringing a male classmate to Jing'er's dormitory to spend the night. Recently, she probably had a falling out with the male classmate, so she came to bother Zhi Gang again. She had a key to Zhi Gang's room, and after Zhi Gang fell asleep in the middle of the night, she would sneak over and crawl into Zhi Gang's bed. Zhigang couldn't refuse. The moment Chun'er's taut breasts pressed against him, his penis hardened. Chun'er was now very experienced, using her tongue to stimulate Zhigang until his blood was surging. His penis felt like it was about to burst open, and as soon as it entered Chun'er's small cave, it seemed to want to pound and torment it, feeling that if it didn't pound, it would tear open, and the more it pounded, the safer it felt, making Chun'er feel intoxicated. Zhigang could feel Chun'er's first orgasm emerging from afar, and he prepared to receive its impact. He easily received it.

After Chun'er's climax subsided, she felt Zhigang still inside her. She exclaimed in surprise, "Brother Zhigang, you seem even better than before!"

"Really?"

Zhigang kissed her lips, asking affectionately, "How so?"

"You didn't ejaculate even after I climaxed, and you made me climax again."

"Do you like it?"

"Yes. "

"Come on, let's try a different position."

Zhigang had Chun'er rotate halfway around his penis, their bodies intertwined. Chun'er held one of Zhigang's legs in front of her chest, while the other was behind her, allowing his penis to penetrate deeper. Chun'er felt the bottom of her vagina being pressed against his penis, creating a more fulfilling sensation.

Zhigang felt Chun'er's climax approaching again in the distance, so he gathered his strength. As soon as the climax appeared, he launched a full-force attack, letting Chun'er engulf him wave after wave, while he stood erect wave after wave. Zhigang's violent, hard, and merciless counterattack, like a boulder, smashed the woman beneath him into a pool of soft water. Drowned in the water, he felt himself disintegrating, melting into the water. The two became one, melting into each other.

Chun'er happily closed her eyes, enjoying the moment, holding Zhigang for a long time without moving. She opened her eyes and asked Zhigang, "Brother Zhigang, who do you enjoy sex with the most?"

Zhigang countered, "Who do you enjoy sex with the most?"

"You. I'll come to you every day from now on."

"That won't do. I have too much to do, I don't have time."

"Don't you sleep? You don't have time at night? Don't lie to me, you have many women, that's why you can't be with me every day. Right?"

Zhigang was speechless. Once this girl got involved, it wouldn't be easy to get rid of her.

Shen Qiong had been staying in Qu Beibei's room these past few days. She and Li Shixun had reconciled, and their relationship was even deeper than before. One advantage between them was that they didn't interfere with each other's freedom. Li Shixun and Cai Mingli were unlikely to reconcile, but he and Zhu Li quickly became inseparable again. Zhu Li understood that as long as she didn't ask Li Mingxun to marry her, their relationship could last a long time.

Shen Qiong and Li Shixun's sex life was more harmonious than before, but she needed Peng Xiaosheng to violently penetrate her every now and then to feel satisfied. This usually happened every two weeks. She frequently visited the migrant workers' home not entirely for her migrant worker lover; she was also inquiring about her father's whereabouts within the migrant worker community. She knew her father was still in Shanghai.

After dinner, Shen Qiong felt bored in her room and didn't want to do anything. She had just spent the night with Peng Xiaosheng yesterday and didn't want to call him again today. She called Zhigang: "Are you home?"

"Yes."

"I want to talk to you."

"Okay. Come on over."

Shen Qiong arrived at Zhigang's building in 10 minutes. She took the elevator to the 18th floor where Zhigang lived, and just as she was about to knock, she found the door ajar, so she pushed it open and went in. Zhigang had already made tea for her.

Sitting down on the sofa, Zhigang asked, "What's wrong? Bored?"

"No, I just wanted to talk to someone. You know I've been searching for my father, and I always feel like he's not far away, but I just can't find him. Sometimes I feel like there's a pair of eyes watching me from behind, and I think it must be my father, but when I turn around, there's no one there."

"I also believe your father isn't far away. He definitely knows where you are, but he doesn't want you to know."

"I'm his daughter, why won't he let me know where he is?"

"Who knows? Maybe it has something to do with your mother."

"I believe that. My mother was too cruel to my father. I don't understand how they fell in love and got married."

"In any case, they gave birth to you, you should be grateful."

"It would have been better if they hadn't given birth to me, so I wouldn't have to endure this pain and trouble."

"What, you want to become a nun?"

"You're the one who wants to become a nun. I haven't even enjoyed the pleasures of life yet, how could I become a nun?"

Shen Qiong was wearing a tight cashmere sweater today, which made her chest appear higher, her waist thinner, and her hips bigger. She wore a short skirt, revealing her long, slender legs. She and Zhigang hadn't done it since their last encounter. The main reason was that Zhigang had gone away for recuperation, and they hadn't had a chance to be together. The pleasure Zhigang had given her that time was still very vivid in her memory.

Zhigang felt hot. He moved closer to Shen Qiong, grabbed her high breasts with one hand, and said, "Let's enjoy life today, shall we?"

Shen Qiong didn't resist, letting him fondle her breasts, but said, "You have too many women, I only need one lover."

"If you only need one lover, you should choose carefully. I have two options, let you taste them, and then you can do whatever you want with me."

Shen Qiong's breasts were already swollen and her body was hot from his fondling, but she still stubbornly said, "I've tasted you, and I've already eliminated you."

"But I haven't eliminated you yet."

Zhigang had already pushed her down on the sofa and silenced her with his mouth.

Zhigang's brute force made Shen Qiong willingly submit. She let Zhigang take off his clothes and conquer every inch of her skin with his tongue.

She had been looking forward to it for a long time when Zhigang entered her. She experienced the feeling of Li Shixun, the foreman, and Peng Xiaosheng all having sex with her at the same time. She felt herself floating in the air, with nothing around her, so she screamed desperately and clung tightly to the only support in her arms.

When Shen Qiong opened her eyes, she realized she had landed, and she was holding Zhigang in her arms.

At this moment, the door outside quietly opened, and Chun'er tiptoed in. Seeing the two naked and embracing on the bed, she shouted, "Hmph, caught you!"

Zhigang and Shen Qiong sat up. Zhigang said, "Caught what?"

Chun'er pouted and said, "Caught you two doing bad things."

Zhigang got up, carried Chun'er to the bed, and kissed her breasts exposed at her neckline, saying, "I'm going to do bad things with you now."

Chun'er giggled and grabbed Zhigang's little brother, which was already hard again.

Chapter 014 Sleeping with Liu Feng

Jing'er returned to Maotai Town and told Tianming about Zhigang's plan to acquire the winery, but Tianming strongly opposed it.

That day, Tianming, in a fit of anger, overturned his desk and ran to the Chishui River outside town, sitting on the bank and sulking over the water. He couldn't understand why Jing'er was so angry about those 1,000 bottles of wine. Could the sold wine be returned? If they really wanted a refund, what could he do but deny it? How many of the many wineries in town didn't do business this way?

"Brother Tianming, what are you doing here?"

A girl's voice sounded behind him. Tianming recognized it as Liu Feng, the daughter of the mahjong parlor owner; she was passing by after school. Liu Feng was 17 years old, as pretty as a willow branch, with delicate eyebrows and eyes, a slender figure, and a delicate and charming appearance. She was a high school sophomore, her grades weren't good, but she was good at mahjong. Every day after school, she would watch people play mahjong, and if there were three missing one, she would join in. On weekends and during winter and summer vacations, she would spend all her time in the mahjong parlor. Tianming often played mahjong with her; sometimes, when they drew tiles, their hands would touch, their eyes would meet, and they would exchange knowing smiles. They had fallen for each other without realizing it, but neither had confessed their feelings.

Seeing that Tianming ignored her, Liu Feng squatted down beside him, turned his shoulder, and noticed his red eyes, as if he'd been crying. She asked, "Who bullied you? Was it Jing'er?"

Everyone knew being a live-in son-in-law wasn't easy. He had the lowest status in the family, not only suffering from his father-in-law and mother-in-law's temper but also being bullied by his wife. He had no say in household affairs, only the work, and received no respect from outsiders. After Tianming got married, although he no longer had a father-in-law, and his mother-in-law didn't interfere, and Jing'er was even more gentle with him, consulting him on everything, he still felt inferior. From Director Xu at the factory to the foremen, no one listened to him, and outsiders looked down on him. He harbored a deep resentment. Finally, he made a decision, refusing to listen to Director Xu, only to have Jing'er lash out at him so fiercely. Liu Feng, unaware of the situation, accused Jing'er of bullying him, essentially exposing his weakness. He turned and glared at Liu Feng, then looked back at the river, still silent.

Liu Feng, seeing him glare at her, became unhappy: "Brother Tianming, I was just trying to be nice, why are you glaring at me? Did Jing'er bully you and you have nowhere to vent your anger, so you're taking it out on me?"

Tianming also realized he'd gone a bit too far, so he said, "I'm sorry. I wasn't glaring at you."

"If you weren't glaring at me, who were you glaring at?"

Liu Feng sat down on the ground, threw her schoolbag beside her, pouting, even angrier.

Tianming turned around, softening his tone, and said, "I'm sorry, Liu Feng. I was angry with Jing'er, I shouldn't have glared at you."

Liu Feng still pouted at him, but couldn't help but chuckle, saying, "Brother Tianming, I was just teasing you, I wasn't really angry. Are you calm now?"

Tianming laughed too, saying, "You naughty girl, still lying to me."

"Come on, let's go to my house's card room to play mahjong."

"I don't want to play mahjong."

"Then I'll sit here with you for a while."

"Liu Feng, would you like to drink with me?"

"Sure, then let's go to my house. My parents are at the card room, no one's home. I'll cook some dishes for you."

"You can cook?"

"Of course. I've been cooking since I was little."

"Okay. Let's go."

They arrived at Liu Feng's house, and sure enough, no one was home. Liu Feng opened the door, first making Zhigang a cup of tea, turning on the TV for him to watch, and then went to the kitchen to cook. She was indeed capable; soon she brought out a dish of peanuts, a dish of scrambled eggs, and a dish of salted pork with lettuce and a salted pork and vegetable soup. She scooped several large spoonfuls of baijiu (Chinese white liquor) from a large wine jar in the living room and poured it into a large measuring cup, estimating it to be over a pound. While pouring the liquor for Tianming, she said, "Drink this much first, I'll scoop

more if it's not enough." "That's enough. I don't need that much,"

Tianming said, picking up the cup and drinking it all in one gulp.

Liu Feng refilled Tianming's cup, saying, "Drink slowly.

" Tianming picked up the cup and said, "Let's clink glasses."

Liu Feng and Tianming clinked glasses, and Tianming drank it all in one go.

After a few glasses of liquor, Liu Feng's face turned bright red, her slender eyes narrowed, gazing at Tianming with tender affection. Tianming found her too alluring and felt himself about to be aroused, so he forced down a glass of liquor, trying to suppress his desire. Unexpectedly, the liquor only aroused his passion. He gazed at Liu Feng's small breasts, his mind conjuring images of undressing her and seeing her two small, firm breasts like bamboo shoots. He couldn't resist reaching out to grab them.

Liu Feng felt a pang of pleasure as Tianming touched her breasts, and she embraced him, kissing him. The moment her tongue entered his mouth, Tianming knew she was experienced.

Liu Feng pulled Tianming's hand into her bedroom, undressing him and letting him undress her as well. Her body was indeed as Tianming had imagined; her two small, apple-like breasts pointed forward, each easily covered by one hand. He gently flicked her nipples with his index finger, watching them swell and harden. His hand moved to Liu Feng's genitals; the pubic hair was sparse, but there was plenty of moisture, and her vulva was open. Tianming knew she was definitely not a virgin, so he went straight for the kill, inserting his hard member into her.

Liu Feng began to moan, her vulva wriggling like a small hand grasping Tianming's jade pillar. Tianming thought, "This little vixen has probably slept with countless men; impressive." This thought fueled his enthusiasm.

Liu Feng began to writhe violently, and Tianming thrust into her fiercely, preparing to reach climax together. "Bang!"

The door was kicked open, and several people rushed in, flashing cameras several times as they were photographed.

Tianming ejaculated, but not in a satisfying way; it felt like being cut in half, the torrent in front released, but the rear blocked, stuck in limbo. His penis was already limp, but still leaking large amounts of fluid.

Liu Feng's parents and aunt entered. Her parents grabbed the naked Tianming, and her aunt took the photos.

Jing'er returned home from Shanghai in a good mood. Upon seeing Tianming, she didn't ask him where he slept that night, but treated him gently as always.

After dinner, she greeted her mother and went into the bedroom with Tianming. Tianming turned on the TV and sat on the bed, constantly changing channels.

After taking a bath, Jing'er sat down next to Tianming in her pajamas and said, "Tianming, a company from a neighboring village in Shanghai wants to acquire our winery."

Tianming was surprised and asked, "How? By buying the winery?"

"No, they're taking a stake and then sending people to manage it."

"Isn't that the same thing? They'll sideline us, and the winery will be theirs."

"But we can't keep this winery going for long on our own."

"How many shares will they want? How much money will they invest?"

"They want a controlling stake, 51%. The investment amount will be determined after the winery's valuation."

"That's like giving them the whole winery." "

Actually, we'll make more money this way, and it'll be easier for us. We won't have to worry about anything, or of course, we can participate in management and decision-making if we want. On the surface, our shareholding has decreased from 100% to 49%, but the value of our shares is higher than before, and we'll have more money."

Tianming remembered the agreement he had reached with Liu Feng's father and said, "If you ask me, my opinion is that I disagree."

That day, he was caught sleeping with Liu Feng, and Liu Feng's father forced him to agree to marry her. They said Liu Feng was a virgin who had been ruined by him while still in high school, and would never be able to get married. They threatened to sue him for rape if he didn't agree to marry her.

Tianming said, "I'm already married, how can I marry Liu Feng?"

Liu Feng's mother said, "Divorce first. Then marry Feng'er."

Liu Feng's father said, "As long as you agree, the divorce can be done slowly. But there's a condition: you must take control of the Shu family winery, then find a way to transfer it to your own name, then divorce, and marry Liu Feng with the winery in your possession."

Forced into a corner, Tianming had no choice but to agree, signing and pressing his fingerprint on a pre-written agreement. It wasn't that he didn't want to marry Liu Feng; both Jing'er and Liu Feng were beautiful, and by his standards, there was no difference. He couldn't see Jing'er's superior temperament and abilities, and besides, Jing'er was more than ten years older than Liu Feng, so marrying Liu Feng wasn't out of the question. However, he felt that taking over Jing'er's family's winery was utterly unethical. But this was a matter beyond his control.

Upon hearing Jing'er mention that a neighboring village company wanted to acquire the winery, his first reaction was to refuse. If the acquisition went through, Liu Feng's family wouldn't get the winery, and they would definitely expose his affair with Liu Feng. That would be a complete disaster—he would be kicked out by Jing'er, and he wouldn't be able to marry Liu Feng.

Jing'er, however, was unaware of these considerations. She simply thought Tianming was narrow-minded and that more communication would persuade him. Besides, she actually held the power of the acquisition; discussing it with Tianming was a matter of respecting him and letting him take charge.

“Let’s not talk about this,”

Jing’er said. “This isn’t urgent, we can discuss it later.”

Jing’er wanted Tianming. She slipped her small hand inside Tianming’s pajamas, her breast pressed against his chest. Tianming responded by embracing her. Jing’er was usually the more proactive one in their intimate moments. Although Tianming was young, he had some respect for Jing’er. Even if he wanted to do it, he would secretly observe her first, or hint at it to her, letting her take the initiative. Jing’er was already 30 years old, at the peak of her desires and abilities. Tianming’s youth and drive perfectly satisfied her, so she often wanted it.

Jing’er hadn’t worn any underwear after showering, and Tianming roughly removed her pajamas, and she was already intimate with him. Every time she did this, it made Tianming’s blood boil. Tianming’s hand touched Jing’er’s most delicate area, becoming gentle, afraid to use force.

Jing’er’s small hand grasped Tianming’s penis, finding it wasn’t erect yet. This was very unusual; it had never happened before. She thought it was because of their argument a few days ago, so she stroked Tianming even more gently, but still, there was no movement.

Tianming was indeed aroused; he wanted it too, but there was no movement down there. He remembered the humiliation he suffered at Liu Feng's house, how his penis had felt like it had been struck in the waist, immediately going limp and never getting hard again—he only realized this now.

They tried for a long time, but his penis remained erect. Disappointed, Jing'er gave up and hugged Tianming, comforting him, "It's alright, it'll be fine next time."

Jing'er knew that almost every man, whether physiological or psychological, had experienced this briefly, and it would recover quickly if not taken to heart. She didn't know that Tianming wasn't like that.

Tianming gradually fell asleep in Jing'er's arms. Jing'er wasn't sleepy; her body still craved a man. She couldn't help but recall every detail of her encounter with Zhigang, every detail leaving her with endless aftertaste. The more she thought about it, the more unbearable it became, so she inserted two fingers into her vagina to quench her thirst. She never needed a penis, so she didn't have any. In Shanghai, with Zhigang, once a week was enough for her. After marriage, young Tianming could have sex with her every day if she wanted.

In the morning, Tianming and Jing'er washed up and went downstairs; Jing'er's mother had already prepared breakfast. After breakfast, Xi'er went to school, and Tianming and Jing'er went to the winery together.

Tianming didn't sit in the office; he went straight to the workshop. Factory Director Xu said to Jing'er, "Tianming has been quite diligent these past few days; he hasn't gone to play mahjong."

Jing'er said, "Factory Director Xu, there's something that concerns the future of the distillery, and I'd like to hear your opinion."

"What is it? Go ahead."

"A neighboring village distillery company in Shanghai wants to invest in us and take over management. That way, we'll be a minority shareholder and won't have control over the distillery. Do you think we should agree?"

Factory Director Xu thought for a moment and said, "I don't know much about that Shanghai company. From our distillery's perspective, I only understand production; I know nothing about modern management, and neither does Tianming. You know a little, but you're a woman. If we continue like this, we'll only get smaller and smaller, as you can see from the rise and fall of so many distilleries in Maotai Town. So I think that if we don't agree to the merger, Shuji Distillery will only get smaller and smaller; if we agree to the merger, it has the potential to grow bigger. Of course, there are risks, such as if the company doesn't perform well, then our distillery will also be affected." "

You mean, if this neighboring village company is trustworthy, we should agree to the merger?"

"That's the idea."

"Thank you, Uncle Xu."

Jing'er had called him Uncle Xu since she was little, and she couldn't help but call him that again now. "I've thought about it. If we merge, we'll implement a shareholding system, and I'll definitely give you shares."

"I don't want shares."

Uncle Xu waved his hands repeatedly. "Your parents have been kind to me, letting me work for your family my whole life. I'm content."

"No, Uncle Xu, besides my father, your contribution to my family's winery is greater than anyone else's. Giving you shares is only right. After the merger, we will own 49% of the shares. I think we should distribute them like this: my mother, Chun'er, Xi'er, me, and you, a total of 5 shares. The four of us will each own 10%, and you will own 9%. What do you think?"

"That's too much for me. What about Tianming?"

"Tianming and I are a family. He and I own 10% together. Chun'er and Xi'er will get married in the future, and their shares won't just be theirs, but their families'."

"Giving me so much, I'm afraid Tianming will have objections."

"It's no use if he objects. This matter has to be decided by my mother and me."

Uncle Xu knew that Jing'er's mother never made decisions, so it was still Jing'er who had to make the decision. He said, "Jing'er, don't make this difficult for me. I don't want the shares. If you insist on giving them to me, Tianming can accept it if he has no objection. But if he does, then you should give the shares to him instead."

"That won't do. It's unfair to Tianming. What if Chun'er brings home a boyfriend and gets married, and then wants the shares too?"

"Fairness isn't important, as long as things get done. If Tianming objects, I'm afraid your merger plan will be affected."

"Don't worry about that, Uncle Xu. I'll handle it. You've worked for my family your whole life and never started a family. Who will take care of you when you're old? Giving you some shares is for your retirement."

Uncle Xu was somewhat moved and said, "Jing'er, your whole family is so kind, what am I worried about?"

Seeing Uncle Xu's slightly hunched back as he left the office and went to the workshop, Jing'er called Zhigang: "Zhigang, could you go on a business trip and come over?"

"What's wrong?"

"Regarding the merger, I need to redistribute the shares, and I'd like to hear your opinion."

"That's your family's business, it has nothing to do with me."

“But I want to hear your opinion. Besides, I need you to bring Chun’er back. I need to hold a family meeting to decide on the shareholding, and Chun’er needs to attend.”

“Alright.”

Zhigang naturally wanted to see Jing’er. With the merger imminent, he could also take the opportunity to do some in-depth research, so he readily agreed. “I’ll buy the plane tickets now.”

Zhigang arrived with Chun’er the next morning. After lunch, Jing’er immediately held a meeting at home. Since Zhigang couldn’t attend, he went to the winery and chatted with Director Xu. He asked, “Director Xu, personally, would you be willing for the winery to be acquired?”

Director Xu said, “In recent years, I’ve seen many wineries acquired by companies from other regions, and they’ve all developed well. Some wineries have even been revived. Mergers are beneficial to both the winery and me personally.”

“You’ve been a veteran at the winery. What do you think is the biggest difficulty for me in acquiring it?”

“With Jing’er’s support, the difficulty isn’t too great, but Tianming might have some ideas.”

“What might he have ideas?”

“He’s never run a business before, and he only spent a short time with Jing’er’s father, so he didn’t learn much and doesn’t know the difficulties of running a factory. Now that he suddenly has the opportunity to manage the whole factory, he likes this power and doesn’t want to relinquish it.”

“If he were capable, I could let him manage it.”

“But he just doesn’t have the ability, yet he still wants to manage it. He was the one who wanted to take over those 1,000 bottles of wine last time. I think Jing’er’s strong support for the acquisition is also related to him; I’m afraid he’ll ruin the winery.”

“He also knows the winery’s brewing formula and key processes, right?”

“Yes. Because we’ve already decided to take him as our son-in-law, Jing’er’s father passed the secret formula to him. Even I didn’t know.”

“Director Xu, do you know Tianming? What kind of person is he?”

“He’s fairly honest, but he’s not well-educated, doesn’t understand much about principles, and is a bit impulsive.”

Zhigang had been wandering around the winery all afternoon, and he had a vague sense of foreboding.

Jing'er called Zhigang to dinner. Zhigang asked, "How did the meeting go?"

Jing'er's face was somewhat serious: "Tianming is firmly against the merger."

"How much influence does Tianming have on the decision-making?"

"Not much. However, there's one very troublesome thing that's giving me a headache."

"What is it?"

"Our family's secret recipe is in Tianming's hands. Even I don't have it."

"Why was your father in such a hurry to give it to him?"

"My father was seriously ill and knew he didn't have much time left. Besides, there's a tradition of passing it down only to sons. Normally, it can't be passed on to a son-in-law unless the daughter is married, but my father first adopted Tianming as his godson, so he could pass it on to him first."

"Was there any agreement when your father passed it on to him?"

"Yes. It's a necessary procedure in the family tradition. The son-in-law had to promise never to divorce the Shu family daughter before he could marry her, and he also had to promise not to reveal the secret recipe to anyone, only to pass it on to his sons or sons-in-law born to him and the Shu family daughter. It also included the clause that any children born to him must take the surname Shu, etc."

"Do you have this document?"

"Yes. My mother gave it to me."

"You must keep this safe."

They reached Jing'er's doorstep. Zhigang stopped, remembering the ominous feeling he'd had at the distillery that afternoon. He said, "Jing'er, I can't come to your house for dinner."

Jing'er also stopped. "Why?"

"I don't know why, but I had a bad feeling at the distillery this afternoon. I think it's best if I stay away from the troubles in your family. After all, I'm the one who acquired your distillery, and your family's troubles are closely related to me."

"Then what will you do?"

"I don't think I can stay in town anymore; I'll have to stay in Zunyi city."

"Okay. I'll drive you."

They walked back, and Jing'er called home. Chun'er answered. She told Chun'er that Zhigang had an urgent matter and needed to go to Zunyi city, so he wouldn't be home for dinner. Before Chun'er could say anything more, she hung up. Back at the factory, she drove Zhigang in the JAC Refine minivan she used for deliveries. They

arrived in Zunyi city in an hour, found a hotel, booked a room, and went upstairs together. As soon as they entered the room, Jing'er hugged Zhigang and kissed him. This was also a major reason she called Zhigang over.

And wasn't Zhigang feeling the same way? He wanted to stay in Zunyi City for safety reasons; after all, Jing'er was already married, and there were many acquaintances in the small town, so Jing'er probably wouldn't dare to

sleep with him. It hadn't been many days since their last encounter in Shanghai, yet they felt an intense, unbearable thirst for each other, as if they hadn't seen each other for a long time. Zhigang was touching that beautiful body again; this was the most important woman in his life. Her delicate breasts were flawless, smooth, and still firm, like a young girl's. The distinct layers of her vulva, fresh and moist, were as beautiful as flowers. Zhigang knew that even women's flowers had varying degrees of beauty.

Jing'er had wanted a man for the past two nights but hadn't been able to, causing her immense suffering. Zhigang clearly sensed her urgency and let his hard penis enter her tender cave. This cave, already tormented countless times by men, only became more attractive to him, making him feel it was even more delicate and cherish it even more. Every place they touched seemed to exchange information, reacting sensitively.

Well's climax arrived quickly: "Ah—Zhigang! Ah—Zhigang! Ah—"

The word "Zhigang" was shouted out rapidly between consecutive "ahs," like two pearls splashing out of the tide.

Zhigang remained in control of the situation, still proudly standing deep within Well. Jing'er laughed happily and said, "Zhigang, you're even better now."

"You can feel it? You don't know, I couldn't get an erection for a while, something was wrong."

"Really? When? How come I didn't know?"

"It was after your first trip back to Shanghai after your wedding. Lanhua and Guiling were so worried, of course you didn't know."

"How did you get better?"

"I just recuperated for a while. It was mainly a psychological issue, plus excessive drinking and depression. After I got better, I was even better."

"Why was I even better after I got better?"

"The key is solving the psychological problem, I'm more confident. Don't you think I'm more confident during sex?"

"I can feel it. More confident than you are in business."

Jing'er reached another climax, wave after wave of pleasure washing over Zhigang, accompanied by his familiar cries, causing him to explode in extreme excitement, becoming a string of bubbles on the crest of a tide, then disappearing without a trace.

Zhigang, with Jing'er's now soft nipple in his mouth, asked her, "Are you hungry?"

"Yes."

"Let's go eat."

They got dressed, went downstairs from the hotel, found a small restaurant, and ordered a few dishes. After dinner, Jing'er was still reluctant to leave. Zhigang knew she wanted more, and he wanted more too, but it was getting late. If they went back to the hotel, it would take at least two or three hours, so he said, "Go back. It'll give them something to talk about."

Jing'er understood and had no choice but to drive back.

Chapter 015 Tianming Wants a Divorce

To avoid trouble, Zhigang took Chun'er back to Shanghai the next day. His ominous premonition came true, and he was implicated as well.

Liu Feng's father, Liu Qiang, heard from Tianming that Jing'er wanted to sell the winery to a Shanghai company and became anxious, as this would make it impossible for Tianming to control the winery. He discussed it with Liu Feng and her sister and decided to urge Tianming to get a divorce as soon as possible, before the merger. If they couldn't get a divorce, they would sabotage the merger.

Jing'er was shocked to hear Tianming say he wanted a divorce and asked, "Why? Why do you want a divorce?"

Tianming showed her several photos: "Look for yourself."

Jing'er took the photos; they were of herself and Zhigang checking into a hotel. She said, "Were you following me?"

"No, I wasn't following you."

"No, you weren't following me? Then who was?"

Jing'er felt things were getting complicated; it seemed Tianming had someone behind him. If so, who was it? Of

course, Tianming wouldn't say who was behind it.

"You and this Feng Zhigang have a romantic relationship, so I want a divorce."

"You're saying I have a romantic relationship with him based on that? He's here on a business trip; I took him to Zunyi and helped him check into a hotel. Was that wrong?"

"But you and he stayed in the hotel for three hours."

Jing'er was even more certain that Tianming had someone backing him, and that they had even followed her to Zunyi City. She was glad she had listened to Zhigang and returned; if she had stayed at the hotel for another three hours, things would have been very complicated. The people following them might even have broken down the door and arrested them on the spot.

"He came to discuss a merger. Is it too much to discuss such a big matter in a hotel for three hours?"

Tianming, being honest after all, had nothing more to say.

"Tianming, tell me, who gave you these photos? What did they say to you?"

"Anyway, I want a divorce." "

Tianming, you signed an agreement promising not to divorce me."

"But you have another man, so I have a reason to divorce you."

"You didn't say that; someone must have taught you."

Jing'er called Zhigang to tell him the situation. Zhigang said, "You're right, there's definitely someone behind Tianming. I don't know what this person wants, but it's definitely aimed at your family's winery."

"What should I do?"

"Don't agree to any of Tianming's demands before you understand the situation, and definitely don't agree to a divorce. Even after you understand the situation, don't divorce Tianming."

"I know, if we divorce, my family's ancestral winemaking techniques will be lost. But Zhigang, I'd rather give up the winery and regain my freedom so I can marry you."

"Jing'er, I feel the same way. But I know you didn't marry Tianming for the winery, but for your father. Now that your father is gone, if you destroy the winery, his spirit in heaven will be uneasy."

“Before, with my father at home and your boss supporting me while I worked outside, I was carefree. Now that I'm in charge, I realize how difficult it is. I might as well become a nun.”

“Don’t even mention becoming a nun to me. I just persuaded one to leave the nunnery. Don’t worry, things will pass. When you look back, you’ll think it was nothing. Besides, I’m here.”

“I only feel at ease with you here; otherwise, I really would have given up.”

“We need to expedite the merger. I’m afraid the people behind Tianming will sabotage it.”

“Okay. Then I’ll exercise my veto power at home and sign the contract with you. Send someone over as soon as possible.”

Jing’er returned home and discussed the signing with her mother. Although her mother didn’t manage things, her attitude was crucial, especially regarding the veto power. If Tianming hadn’t been quick-witted and persuaded her mother to oppose the merger, it might have really fallen through.

After hearing Jing'er's explanation, her mother was still clear-headed. She said, "You're the eldest, you handle this. I support you."

"Thank you, Mom."

"Silly girl, don't be so polite with your mother. I also need to remind you that if Tianming can't find any excuse, your share distribution might need to be reconsidered."

"Is there a problem?" "

Although your Uncle Xu has worked for our family his whole life, he's still considered an outsider. If you give him shares, Tianming will have a reason to complain."

"You mean not give Uncle Xu shares?"

"I know how you feel about Uncle Xu, and I think so too. But if we do that, things will become complicated. I think Uncle Xu has no one in his family, so no matter how many shares we give him, he can't handle them. Anyway, I have one share, and that's enough to support Uncle Xu and me in the future."

"Mom, you're right. Anyway, we won't sit idly by if anything happens to Uncle Xu. It doesn't matter whether we give him shares or not. But I've already talked to Uncle Xu about it."

"It's okay if you've already talked to him. I know your Uncle Xu; he'll definitely say no, right?"

"Yes."

"Don't worry. Mom will talk to Uncle Xu."

Zhigang called Lan Hua over and said to her, "Have the office prepare all the contract documents and get to Maotai Town as soon as possible to sign with Jing'er."

"So urgent?"

Zhigang briefly explained the situation to her. Lan Hua smiled and said, "Why not just let Jing'er get a divorce, give up the distillery, and come marry you?"

"Is that something you'd say, sister-in-law? That distillery has been passed down through generations of Jing'er's family."

"So what if it's been passed down? China has so many things passed down from our ancestors that we can't distinguish between good and bad. We grab everything and treat it all like a treasure. Otherwise, why would Chinese people live such tiring lives? Is that distillery that important? Or is Jing'er's lifelong happiness more important?"

Lan Hua's words stunned Zhigang. He never expected that his third sister-in-law, who wasn't very well-educated, would have such profound insights, almost completely convincing Zhigang.

“Third Sister-in-law, let’s not talk about this now. My happiness and Jing’er’s happiness may not necessarily conflict with the distillery; there are still many variables in the future. But we can’t give up now; we must take over the distillery.”

“Alright. I was just saying, I know you won’t listen.”

Zhigang smiled and said, “Third Sister-in-law, I like hearing your honest and heartfelt words, even though you know I won’t accept them.”

“Alright, stop flattering Third Sister-in-law. Just remember you have a Third Sister-in-law.”

Zhigang knew he had neglected Lan Hua for a while, so he hugged her and smiled, saying, “Third Sister-in-law, how could I forget you?”

Lan Hua cupped his face and kissed him, grabbing his penis as she kissed him. Zhigang said, "Third Sister-in-law, this is the office, be mindful of appearances."

"Mindful of appearances? You can do it with others, why can't you do it with me?"

Zhigang knew Lanhua was referring to his affair with Qu Beibei: "I was forced."

"Then I'll force you today too."

Zhigang hadn't been intimate with Lanhua for a long time, so he broke free from her and said, "Let's go to Jing'er's room."

Jing'er's dormitory was on the fourth floor. Lanhua had the key, so she went upstairs to open the door first, and Zhigang followed. Lanhua waited for him to come in, then closed the door and impatiently began to undress him.

Zhigang kissed Lanhua and said, "You are the woman who gave me the most pleasure, how could I forget you?"

Then he thrust into her.

Lanhua initially let Zhigang sleep with her only because of her innate kindness and pure physical needs, but over the years, she had truly fallen in love with him. She knew Guiling had similar feelings, a mixture of maternal love, romantic love, and lust. Therefore, they were very tolerant of Zhigang, both heartbroken for him and considerate of him in every way.

Having not been intimate with Zhigang for a long time, Lanhua quickly reached orgasm. Zhigang calmly finished his climax, still standing erect, and asked her, "How many climaxes do you want today?"

Lanhua looked at him affectionately and deliberately said, "Ten times, can you do it?"

"As long as you can, I can."

In the end, Lanhua had five climaxes, and Zhigang gave in.

They made love for two hours, and Zhigang said, "Someone might be looking for me in the office, let's go down."

Back in the office, Guiling was waiting for Zhigang and asked him, "Where have you been?"

Zhigang asked, "What's up?"

"I'm reporting on the work at the neighboring village's clubhouse. The next women's salon is going to be hosted by Xia Qing, talking about sexual health and male sexual characteristics."

"That's a good topic, those rich women will definitely like it."

"Also, Beibei called and suggested that I organize the women's salon members to go there for a visit, basically just to let them relax. Beibei said most of these women are Buddhists, so I'd take them to Fuhu Temple and Baiyun Nunnery in Daishan to burn incense, attend the big temple fair in Daishan Town, arrange for them to stay in farmhouses, and have close contact with the women left behind in rural areas, etc. I think this is a good idea. What do you think?"

"Great idea. Although these wealthy women and the women left behind in rural areas are very different, they also have things in common. For example, they don't need men to survive, but rather loneliness. They don't work, so loneliness is a common point; they just consume loneliness in different ways."

"Yes. Maybe there will be some unexpected gains."

"When do you plan to organize this event?"

"We'll go when Beibei notifies us and they're ready."

"I'll go with you then."

After Huang Tingting was transferred to Hall 2, the women's salon was under her management, so the event location was also changed to Hall 2. As

soon as Huang Tingting arrived, Cai Mingli immediately became more reserved. Huang Tingting was superior in every way, whether in knowledge, experience, or even her experience as a mistress, leaving Cai Mingli with no choice but to submit. With the reassignment of one-third of the second batch of staff, the influence of the neighboring village

's culture grew stronger, and Cai Mingli felt that continuing the confrontation was pointless. She proactively offered to go to Hall One for two months of training. Guiling, after careful consideration, agreed to Cai Mingli's request. At the same time, she arranged for the head chefs from both sides to switch roles, allowing Cai Mingli to bring the experience of cooking Anhui cuisine from Hall Two to Hall One. Cai Mingli did an excellent job; the dishes at Hall One maintained their original strengths while fully showcasing the authentic flavors of Anhui cuisine. Of course, being with Wang Weifeng was Cai Mingli's primary objective. This time, they were wiser, no longer letting the employees discover their relationship, and instead rented an apartment in the migrant workers' home.

The women's salon hosted by Xia Qing was held as scheduled. These women were initially very curious about Xia Qing's identity as a urologist, asking many questions.

Wang Yanli asked, "When you talk about sex with male patients, do you get excited?"

"No. If I were excited, I couldn't work."

"Are you satisfied with your own sex life?"

"I wasn't satisfied before, but I am now. Because I'm no longer a urologist."

"You mean, being exposed to sex every day has made you numb?"

"Yes. So, sex needs to be regular, with a balance, to be satisfying. It's not about more, but about quality, and the amount is up to you."

Gu Jingjing asked, "What do you think men like when women are having sex?"

"That stumps me; nobody told me. But from my understanding, men's preferences and needs are different. Similarly, women are different; every woman is unique, and every woman will have men who like her. So there's no need to cater to men's preferences. Just be yourself. Don't expect all men to like you; just having one man like you is enough."

Yingying asked, "Are there big differences in men's sexual abilities?"

"Big and small. Men's duration varies, but as long as you cooperate well, even a short time can bring you to orgasm, and you're satisfied, so it doesn't matter."

"What causes differences in male sexual ability?"

"There are physical differences, and there are psychological differences. The most important is the psychological. That's why I tell you, men need encouragement most during sex. If you tell him, 'You were great today,' then he really will be great."

At this point, Xia Qing changed the subject: "Actually, we need to understand not only men, but also women. We may not truly understand ourselves. Because we're interested in understanding men, but not in understanding women. If we understand ourselves and the other women around us, and then look back to explore men, you'll find your understanding of men is much deeper."

"Women are generally wary of each other, so how can we understand each other?"

"The best way is to understand women from a man's perspective, although that's difficult. So, understanding women as an observer allows you to better understand yourself." "

That is to say, understanding women who are different from us can lead to more discoveries." "

Yes. Do you want to learn about women who are different from you and their different lives?" "

Yes! Where to learn? Who to learn about?"

"Go to the countryside, and have close contact with women left behind in rural areas. How about that?"

"Great! Will you take us?"

“The neighboring village association will take you there. They’re organizing an event, bringing a women’s forum to the countryside. Do you want to go?”

“Yes.”

Guiling knew many women would respond. Their lives were confined to the city; going to the countryside was a new experience for them, especially since they would be learning about the lives of women left behind in rural areas—more interesting than a typical trip. Women are naturally curious; it’s just a matter of how to cultivate that curiosity.

Meanwhile, Xinyi’s work encountered difficulties.

Half of those who had initially agreed to join the cooperative had backed out. Xinyi held her first mobilization meeting, expecting 40 households to participate, but only 18 people showed up. Although Xinyi had worked with farmers in the county and town governments and knew their scattered and unpredictable nature, she was still surprised by this result.

The biggest problem was that more than half of the farmers who had initially agreed to rent out their land had also reneged. The land available for rent was scattered and not contiguous, making unified planning impossible. She knew she had made a mistake, thinking that Pengjia Village would be easy to manage, forgetting that even small matters in the countryside should not be underestimated. She decided to talk to the village chief.

The village chief, Peng Dazhuang, was 56 years old, tall and strong, but not in good health. Due to his age, he had stopped working and returned from Shanghai. The village didn't have a tradition of electing a woman as village chief, and there wasn't a suitable man either, so they elected him since he had returned. Xinyi had visited him as soon as she arrived, discussing the leasing of abandoned land. He supported her, but insisted that Xinyi do the work herself, telling her to come to him if she encountered any difficulties.

Xinyi arrived at Dazhuang's gate early in the morning. The dogs inside were barking fiercely, so she hesitated to go in. She called out, "Is Village Chief Peng home?"

"Who is it?"

came Dazhuang's wife. She came out of the house and silenced the dogs.

"I'm Jia Xinyi, from Shanghai, here to run the cooperative,"

Dazhuang's wife said, letting her in. Xinyi had heard from the village women that since Dazhuang's return, his wife had kept a close eye on him, following him everywhere he went, afraid some woman would seduce him. A woman said that Dazhuang was in poor health, and his wife had been a widow for over ten years. She finally waited for him to return, and every night she would make love to him several times, draining him dry.

Dazhuang was sitting in the main room smoking and drinking tea when Xinyi entered. He quickly stood up to greet her.

"Village Chief Peng,"

Xinyi said bluntly as she sat down, "it seems we need you to do some work."

Dazhuang asked, "What's the situation? Tell me."

"Those who initially agreed to join the cooperative have now backed out, and most of those who agreed to rent out their land have also backed out. Do you know why?"

Dazhuang's wife made tea for Xinyi and said, "The reason is simple: they want a better rent."

"The price we offered is already very favorable. How much more do they want?"

Dazhuang lit another cigarette, took a deep drag, and exhaled a thick cloud of smoke. He said, "You described the prospects too well. They think you'll make a lot of money, so they should raise the rent."

"But our risks are also high. If they see a good future, they can join the cooperative as shareholders."

“Xinyi, you still don’t understand the mentality of us farmers. We’re short-sighted, afraid of being taken advantage of, and want to make money. We want to have everything. We prefer that others bear the risks, and that they take as much benefit as they can.”

Dazhuang had worked outside for more than ten years, so he understood the principles, had insight, and knew the shortcomings of farmers.

Xinyi was unhappy: "Where can you find such a good deal? No risk, and you want to make big money?"

"There's no way around it, you have to deal with these kinds of people. Take it or leave it, the land's already lying fallow in their hands anyway, it doesn't matter if it stays fallow."

"Uncle Dazhuang, what should I do?"

"Do you know what farmers fear most? Officials. Didn't you sign an agreement with the county investment promotion bureau? Have the county issue an official document, saying it's to support national policies, reform and opening up, and economic development, while also making use of fallow land to avoid wasting national land. The document should ask the villagers to cooperate actively, and if any disputes or incidents harming farmers' interests occur, the government will be responsible." "

Will that work?"

"Hehe. I wouldn't say all, but at least half will believe it. They also have another concern: that you, a private enterprise, are investing and only interested in profit, and might do things that harm farmers' interests. With the government involved, they'll feel more at ease."

"How could they trust the government like that? I hear them cursing the government every day, talking about corruption and oppression of the people. I know from my time working in the government that the government is most afraid of farmers petitioning, especially during major national holidays."

"After all, only a minority petition. Some of them are genuinely wronged, while others are just making trouble for no reason. But the responsibility still lies with the government. Why? Now we talk about the rule of law. If lawsuits could solve problems, who would want to petition? I also want to curse the government every day. Not to mention the big ones, just those people in the township government, eating and drinking all day, not doing anything for the people, it makes me angry. But, the people have no one to rely on but the government. Who else can they rely on? Cursing the government is just hoping they'll do more for the people; nobody really wants the government to disappear." "

Uncle Dazhuang, I find you quite thoughtful."

"Hehe. How can you be a good village head if you don't study? The township government calls us to meetings all the time, to study this document and that directive, which isn't necessarily a bad thing. It makes our perspectives higher than the villagers'."

“What you said reminded me. It’s good that we’re investing in construction to increase the villagers’ income, but wouldn’t they welcome us even more if we could also broaden their horizons and improve their overall quality of life?”

“Of course. If you think like that, the villagers will accept you.”

“Thank you, Uncle Dazhuang. By the way, why doesn’t your family join the cooperative?”

“I was also observing. Now that you’re here, I feel more confident. I’ve decided to join. I’ll have my wife sign the contract with you later.”

Xinyi returned to Zhigang’s house in Xiaofengzhuang and went to Beibei’s room. Beibei had just returned from town and was looking at the photos she had taken with her camera.

“Beibei,”

Xinyi said happily, “I just came back from the village chief’s house, and I learned a lot.”

“Really?”

Beibei’s eyes were still on the camera as she absentmindedly asked, “What did you learn?”

“In the past, I thought that to get things done in the countryside, you just needed to connect with the farmers. Now I realize that’s not enough. You also need to work from top to bottom, leveraging the government’s position in the farmers’ hearts to obtain government documents. By taking a two-pronged approach, the problems will be solved.”

“Really?”

Beibei’s eyes finally left the camera as she looked at Xinyi. “I’ll add one more thing: just connecting with the farmers isn’t enough, and using the government to pressure them isn’t enough either. You also need to guide them. We need to think of things they wouldn’t think of, and help them do things. Do things that they wouldn’t expect and that would delight them.”

“Tell me, what things do you mean?”

Beibei showed the camera to Xinyi, flipping through the photos one by one: “Look, these are photos I took in town today.”

She flipped through the landscape and building photos, then the bustling scene of goods being sold at the market, and finally a set of photos of the town’s cultural center. “Look, this is the town's cultural center. It's very well done, but I think it only meets the government's image promotion needs and falls far short of meeting the farmers' needs.”

“Why?”

“It's too small and too far from the village; it's inconvenient.”

“You want to move it to the village?”

“Yes. We'll invite art, music, and dance teachers to the village regularly, under the name of the cooperative, to teach these women left behind in rural areas, fostering their broad interests and preventing them from thinking about men all the time.”

“That's great. I suddenly remembered this at the village head's house today. And what you mentioned last time about holding a women's salon here in the neighboring village—I think that's feasible. This would attract the villagers and make them believe we're truly doing this for their benefit.”

“I think you should include spiritual civilization as a key part of your investment and construction plan for the neighboring village's green and environmentally friendly agricultural product supply base, integrating it with daily operations. This would be a creative highlight of the neighboring village's culture.”

“Yes. I will include it and implement it immediately.”

“That calligrapher is quite good.”

Beibei pulled out a picture of a man writing in her camera and said, “Look, it’s Li Wenbo, the head of the town’s cultural center. He writes in a wild cursive style; I really like it.”

“Do you like the calligraphy or the person? Probably mainly because he’s handsome, right?”

“You know I’d rather like a migrant worker than some slick-haired, so-called handsome guy.”

“I know, I know. You like the countryside, but at the same time, you want to bring urban civilization to it.”

“Actually, it’s a contradiction. If we really bring urban civilization to the countryside and turn it into a city, that’s not what I like. I think we should bring the core of civilization to the countryside, like calligraphy, singing and dancing, and ideas, rather than material things.”

“You can’t control the development of the countryside; sooner or later, you’ll find it less appealing.”

Beibei pointed to the calligrapher Li Wenbo in her camera and said, “I’ve talked to him. Every month, he’ll organize a few teachers to come to Pengjia Village to hold art classes, calligraphy classes, dance classes, and instrument classes. In the future, we might even have a farmers’ dance troupe and band from a neighboring village.”

“We took them to Shanghai and had them perform at the guild hall in the neighboring village,”

Beibei said happily. “Don’t you think Zhigang should thank us? Where else can he find such a great plan?”

“Of course he should thank us. But we don’t want money, we want his shares.”

“Right. We also want to share in his entrepreneurial success. But you’re fine, you’ll get the shares sooner or later.”

“Me? Why?”

“If you marry Zhigang, then his will be yours.”

Xinyi said feignedly, “You’re talking nonsense. How could I possibly marry him?”

“If you don’t marry him, I will. I’ve been waiting for you to say that.”

Xinyi laughed and punched Beibei’s back, saying, “So you’re so naughty, secretly planning to marry Zhigang.”

Beibei hugged Xinyi, pinching her breasts, and said, “Actually, you shouldn’t marry Zhigang. Being his woman is fine, but marrying him is no fun.”

Xinyi was aroused by Beibei’s pinching, took off her clothes, and the two kissed each other’s vulva on the bed, licking their already opened caves with their tongues. Finally, they inserted a V-shaped instrument into each other’s bodies, embracing each other, and continued until they both reached orgasm.

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