[Urban] The Romantic Encounters of a Working-Class Boy (Complete) - 7-9

Chapter 80 Rekindling Passion

Third Sister-in-law took off Zhigang's coat, covered him with a blanket, and looked at him sleeping soundly, as if she had returned to the time when they first became lovers. She had slept with dozens of men, all like fleeting clouds, only Third Brother and Zhigang could be considered her lovers, the ones she truly loved. Third Brother was strong and powerful, full of energy, satisfying her desires most; Zhigang was passionate, his movements rich and delicate, leaving her with endless aftertaste. These past few years, she had distanced herself from Zhigang for Third Brother, yet she often reminisced about every detail of their time together, the more she reminisced, the more she missed him. She had been waiting for an opportunity like today, yet she didn't want Third Brother to know. Third Brother was forgiving; it wouldn't matter if he knew, but she felt it was better that way.

Seeing that Zhigang was sleeping soundly, Third Sister-in-law poured him a glass of water to cool, then dressed and went to the bathroom to shower. After showering, wrapped in a towel, she came out, pulled back the corner of Zhigang's blanket, and gently slipped inside.

Zhigang woke up from a nap and saw water on the bedside table. He gulped it down and was about to go back to sleep when he noticed his third sister-in-law beside him. His third sister-in-law had given him the longest and most frequent sexual encounters of his adolescence, and arguably the most perfect. He had never given up on the idea of having sex with her, but hadn't had the opportunity in recent years.

His third sister-in-law looked quite beautiful while sleeping. Her beauty was healthy, rosy, and simple. She was the kind of woman who seemed ordinary at first glance, but grew more and more captivating with each passing year. So, over the years, Zhigang felt his third sister-in-law had become increasingly beautiful and feminine. His passion surged. He pulled back the covers and saw that the towel wrapped around his third sister-in-law had come undone, revealing her voluptuous and healthy body.

His third sister-in-law was also awake. Seeing Zhigang's hands groping her body, she said, "Go take a shower first."

Zhigang obediently jumped out of bed, dressed, and ran into the bathroom. Third Sister-in-law followed him in, saying, "I'll help you take a bath."

Zhigang let Third Sister-in-law gently lather him with soap, lightly washing every part of his body. He felt a ticklish, comfortable sensation, and his lower body was already aroused. When Third Sister-in-law washed that area, she gently pinched it and scolded, "You naughty thing."

Zhigang's hands caressed Third Sister-in-law's body, and finally, he couldn't resist and entered her. He felt like he was returning to a familiar place; that familiar pleasure had returned.

The shower was still on, the water flowing over them. Standing felt uncomfortable, so Zhigang and Third Sister-in-law sat in the bathtub, and he held Third Sister-in-law like he was cradling her in his arms. When the climax came, Third Sister-in-law screamed and struggled desperately in Zhigang's arms, as if trying to break free from his embrace. Finally, she calmed down and nestled softly in Zhigang's arms.

They dried themselves off, went to bed, and embraced each other.

"Finally, I have you again. You little rascal, do you know how much I've missed you these past few years?"

Third Sister-in-law murmured.

"You still have the nerve to talk. While you were making love with Third Brother every day, I was all alone next door, heartbroken and lonely, without a woman."

"Don't you have Guiling? And Yuqin. Don't think I don't know."

"I didn't have many chances with them, maybe ten or so times in total, but how many times have I done with you? Do you remember?"

"Too many, I can't remember."

"That's why I miss you so much. But you were doing it with Third Brother next door, I could hear your moans during your orgasms, it makes me drool."

"I'll give you a chance today, I'll let you have your fill."

Third Sister-in-law touched Zhigang's lower body and got up again, then flipped over and straddled him, letting him enter her again.

After a while, Third Sister-in-law still wasn't used to this position, so she let Zhigang be on top again. She preferred the traditional position, letting Zhigang use his weight to violently thrust into her, destroying her.

Another orgasm came quickly. Third Sister-in-law was struck by the sudden *, she couldn't help but open her mouth and bite down hard on Zhigang's right shoulder.

Both of them calmed down. Looking at the teeth marks symmetrical to those on his other shoulder, Zhigang said to his third sister-in-law, "You're deliberately getting revenge."

His third sister-in-law smiled triumphantly.

Chapter 81: Uncontrollable Passion .

While dressing Zhigang, Jing'er noticed the new teeth marks on his right shoulder. She gently touched them and asked, "Whose was it this time? Third sister-in-law, right?"

Zhigang didn't speak, which was an admission. Jing'er buried her face in Zhigang's chest, silently weeping, her tears flowing down his chest. Zhigang stroked her tear-streaked face and said, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have stayed with her when we were getting married. I won't touch her anymore."

Jing'er looked up at Zhigang with teary eyes and said, "I'm just sad, it'll be alright in a bit. Actually, my sadness is mainly because of the marriage. I think we probably can't get married."

"How could that be? I must marry you."

"Can you convince your parents?"

Zhigang shook his head: "No."

"I can't convince my parents either. Do you think we can get married?"

"At worst, we'll get married secretly and let them all be disappointed."

"Then what will our son's surname be?"

"Whatever you say, that's what we'll have."

Jing'er hugged Zhigang tightly and smiled. Zhigang saw her beautiful face, smiling radiantly, with a few scattered tears, so endearing, and couldn't help but kiss away her tears with a pang of heartache. Jing'er met Zhigang's lips with hers, kissing him passionately. She felt her body heat up, longing for Zhigang to enter her.

Zhigang entered her. Jing'er completely opened herself up, letting Zhigang ride her. Her opening was different from Yuqin's. Yuqin's opening was about letting desire open itself to her, enjoying it to the fullest, and still holding the initiative in her own hands; Jing'er's opening was completely unguarded, surrendering all her desires, even her life, to Zhigang.

The climax arrived as expected. Jing'er was ravaged by Zhigang until she was like a withered flower. After the storm passed, she was even more beautiful.

After Lan Hua and Zhigang rekindled their passion, they were even more unable to control themselves, yearning for one more time, or even several more. But if she didn't actively create opportunities, it would be difficult to be with Zhigang. She didn't want her third brother and Jing'er to know.

Lan Hua went to work very early, arriving at the office at 8 o'clock every day. She was now a standard modern female entrepreneur. The first thing she did upon entering the office was to turn on the computer, and then go to the bathroom to get water to water the plants. She kept some inexpensive flowers and plants, just according to her own preferences, such as lilies, chrysanthemums, cacti, etc., but she had the most orchids, with one hanging plant hanging from the top of the bookshelf all the way to the ground. After watering the plants, she would also turn on the computer and click on Sina.com to browse the news. Meanwhile, she opened the QQ group for restaurants in the neighboring village to communicate with the managers of each location and issue instructions.

Lan Hua's bookshelf was full of books Zhigang had bought for her, including books on business management, stories of world-renowned entrepreneurs, novels, and stories—mostly popular ones that she could understand and find interesting. She would sometimes browse through them in her spare time, but never read any book from cover to cover. She didn't have the patience. However, Zhigang's good intentions had partly worked. He knew that his sister-in-law couldn't finish a book, so frequent reading would help her improve. Sometimes, when there were things to do in company operations and management, he would ask Lan Hua to look at relevant books beforehand, so she could learn more through practice. Zhigang also enrolled her and Guiling in many training courses, including an MBA program costing over ten thousand yuan. Now, in terms of knowledge and understanding, Lan Hua actually ranks in the upper-middle tier among her MBA classmates, able to converse with those professionally trained entrepreneurs, and learning a great deal from these conversations. Most of these classmates are entrepreneurs, and most of them have only a high school education or below. Without studying, those with such low education levels will fall far behind Lan Hua.

That morning, Lan Hua was browsing the news when Hong Yan came in.

"Third Sister-in-law, I've come to see you."

"Oh, you silly girl, you haven't come in so long. What do you need from me today? Tell me."

"No, Third Sister-in-law. I really just came to see you."

"Hmph. Do you think I can't see through your petty schemes? I'd believe you if you said you came to borrow money, but I don't believe you came to see me."

Hongyan sat down opposite Lanhua's desk and said, "Third Sister, you've been doing well lately. You probably don't lack male company at night, do you?"

"When has your Third Sister-in-law ever lacked men?"

"That's true. But, Third Sister-in-law, you've seen many men, but have you ever seen a man who can keep going for two hours without ejaculating?"

"No. I've seen men who can go two hours, but that's based on experience. I've never seen one who can go two hours non-stop."

Hongyan rested her hands on the desk, her chin on her arms, looking at her Third Sister-in-law: "I've seen one. The young man was really something. How about I bring him over for you to try?"

"I'm not interested. In terms of skill in bed, your Third Brother has satisfied me for life; in terms of other skills in bed, I'm not lacking either. Your young man just lasts a little longer, right? You've slept with far more men than I have, so why don't you understand that it's not about the length of time? Understand?"

"I understand what you're saying. But don't you want to try something new?"

"No. What new things haven't I tried?"

"Sigh!"

Hongyan sighed, straightening her posture. "Why doesn't anyone recognize his talent?"

Lanhua's heart stirred. "Is this young man you're talking about really that good?"

"Of course he is. If I hadn't tried him myself, would I recommend him to you?"

"I'll recommend someone to you, I guarantee she'll want him."

"Who?"

Lanhua whispered, "Guiling."

"Her?"

Hongyan's eyes widened. "But I don't know her well."

"Even if you did know her, you shouldn't be so blunt like you are today. You need to be tactful."

"Then teach me."

Chapter 082 Guiling Falls for

the Trick Guiling received a call from Lanhua, inviting her to dinner. After arranging her work, she went to the Tianyi Hotel for the appointment.

Lanhua, Hongyan, and a tall young man were already in the private room. The dishes were on the table, and the wine was poured, just waiting for her.

Lanhua picked up her wine glass and said, "Guiling, work is too tiring, relax today. Cheers."

These small wine glasses only hold about an ounce of wine in three glasses, which Guiling easily downed in one gulp.

The second glass of wine was poured, and Lan Hua said, "I forgot to introduce you. This young man is Yang Decai, Da Peng's assistant, and the KTV manager."

She then said to Yang Decai, "This is Principal Zhang. You should toast her."

Yang Decai stood up and said, "Principal Zhang, this is nothing, I'll drink first."

Gui Ling also stood up and drank her glass. Only then did she take a closer look at the young man. He was at least 1.8 meters tall, with clear features, handsome and energetic, but seemed a bit reserved, as if lacking confidence. When Zhi Gang was seduced into bed by her, he was this age, and he also lacked confidence and had a shy, feigned reserved expression. She liked young men of this age.

All four of them could drink, and the two bottles of wine were quickly finished. Lan Hua saw that things were going well, so she gave Hong Yan a wink. When Hong Yan opened the third bottle of wine and poured it for Gui Ling, she secretly put some drug in Gui Ling's glass when she wasn't looking.

After finishing the third bottle of wine, Guiling felt dizzy and lightheaded. She tried to stand up to go to the restroom, but lost her balance and collapsed back into the chair. Yang Decai, sitting next to her, quickly helped her.

Lan Hua said, "Guiling has drunk too much. Decai, help her upstairs to rest."

Hongyan booked a standard room, had Decai help Guiling inside, and then she and Lan Hua left, closing the door behind them. They listened outside for a while, then Lan Hua said, "Let's go."

Yang Decai took off Guiling's coat, put her on the bed, covered her with a blanket, and then sat on another bed to watch TV. He knew Guiling would wake up soon; Hongyan was experienced in this area and knew exactly how to administer the medication.

About two hours later, Guiling woke up. Seeing herself naked and lying on the bed, while Yang Decai watched TV on the other bed, she asked, "Where am I?"

"Still at the Tianyi Hotel. Sister Lanhua saw you were drunk and asked me to help you to your room to rest."

"Where's Lanhua?"

"He and Hongyan had something to do and left."

"Did they ask you to stay here and take care of me?"

"Yes."

Guiling understood everything; today was a trap, a trap she was being led into. But she was willing to fall into it, and Lanhua knew she was.

Since coming to Shanghai, Guiling had been lacking a man. Dazhi was too busy, and he must have other women outside; they couldn't even have sex once a month. Zhigang was even less frequent, less than ten times in several years. She could only relieve her sexual desire by working, but she couldn't sleep at night. She still used the old method: masturbation, but now the tools she used weren't vegetables like eggplants and cucumbers. She secretly bought electric and non-electric masturbation tools, more than a dozen kinds. Once, on her birthday, Lanhua joked with her, secretly giving her an inflatable man, so she could have sex like with a real person. But nothing can replace a real person. She even considered finding a man who catered exclusively to wealthy women, but she didn't know where to look and was afraid of being scammed or having her story exposed.

Guiling had long known about the relationship between Lanhua and Zhigang. She and Lanhua were openly and secretly competing, both fully aware of the situation. She helped matchmake Zhigang and Jing'er because she and Lanhua shared a common motivation: to prevent the other from enjoying Zhigang, preferring to give him to Jing'er, which would also be better for Zhigang. She understood Lanhua's intentions after today's events—that once Lanhua had a man, she wouldn't compete with Lanhua for Zhigang anymore.

Thinking of this, Guiling smiled. She said to the young man who stood there helplessly, "What are

you standing there for? Go, turn on the hot water, I want to take a bath." Yang Decai quickly went to turn on the hot water. Guiling lifted the covers and sat up, saying to the young man, "Take off your clothes and scrub my back."

"Okay."

The young man quickly took off his clothes, and when his enormous breasts were exposed and swung like a pendulum, Guiling was stunned. She had never seen such a large instrument before, and her desire was irresistible. She said, "Come help me in."

Yang Decai helped Guiling up, quickly removed her underwear, and the two went to the bathroom together. Guiling couldn't resist any longer. Seeing the young man's erection, she let it enter her.

In the past three months, Guiling had only made love with Dazhi two or three times, and Dazhi was clearly not up to the task, or perhaps he was distracted, which made her very unhappy. Today, she was determined to fully enjoy herself.

However, standing like this was too tiring, so Guiling used a towel to wash Yang Decai, saying, "You wash me too."

They made love in the shower water, while simultaneously washing each other. When Guiling finished washing, she said, "Turn off the hot water and go to bed."

When Yang Decai withdrew from her, she felt extremely uncomfortable. Lying on the bed, she impatiently said, "Hurry up. Hurry up."

Yang Decai went in again, this time thrusting all the way in, almost making Guiling faint. She hadn't expected the young man to be so persistent, never stopping from beginning to end, keeping her in a state of tense pleasure. She had never experienced such sustained pleasure before, but the lack of breaks in between also made her incredibly nervous. The climax arrived, a sudden attack that made her tremble all over. She clung tightly to the young man, hoping he would last longer so she could enjoy the entire climax. As she felt the trembling gradually subside and the climax slowly fade, she was surprised to find the young man still erect inside her.

Chapter 083 Give Me a Reward

"Haven't you ejaculated yet?"

Gui Ling asked curiously.

"No,"

the young man replied casually.

Guiling was overjoyed, never expecting to encounter such a formidable opponent. She lay flat, letting the young man continue his relentless assault, though not as intense as her previous orgasm, it still persistently tantalized her senses. She relaxed her entire body; she needed a rest.

Guiling asked the tireless young man, "How old are you?"

"18."

"So young. How did you meet Hongyan?" "

I was part of the kidnapping last time. "

"Then why weren't you locked up? "

"I performed meritorious service, so they didn't lock me up."

Guiling said, half-jokingly, "Why didn't you kidnap me and let me enjoy the five of you?"

The young man looked at the beautiful woman and said, "I wouldn't dare. Who would have thought such a beautiful and wealthy woman like you would be so sensual? But I alone am enough for you."

Sure enough, Guiling had another orgasm, and the young man finally released himself inside her amidst her violent and blissful trembling.

The next day, Hongyan came to Guiling's office and quietly asked, "Sister Guiling, how was it?"

Guiling's body was still pleasantly enjoying the satisfaction of the previous night, but she refused to admit it, "How was it?"

"Sister, don't pretend with me. What kind of person am I? How about letting him see you more often in the future?"

Guiling remained silent.

"However, Sister Guiling, we're both sensible people. You know what I do. Next time he's with you... give him a little tip. He needs to eat too."

Guiling understood. She still remained silent. Hongyan tactfully left.

Less than a week later, Guiling indeed missed Yang Decai. Coincidentally, Yang Decai called at that moment.

"Sister Guiling, hello."

Hearing Yang Decai's voice, Guiling felt weak all over: "Kid, you know your older sister misses you?"

"Hehe. I know."

"The usual place tonight."

The usual place was, of course, the Tianyi Hotel. Guiling booked a room, took a shower, and Yang Decai arrived. She told Yang Decai to take a shower first. The young man came out after showering and saw Guiling already lying on the bed, eagerly waiting for him to enter.

He worked diligently for two hours, bringing Guiling to orgasm twice more. Guiling thought contentedly, "This quality is too high; it's worth any price." She knew men sold for much more than women.

Guiling asked the young man, "How much do you want?"

The young man smiled shyly, "Anything."

Guiling changed her approach, asking, "How much do you want to give Hongyan?"

"500."

Guiling gave the young man 2000 yuan, saying, "Next time I'll just call you directly; you have to be available anytime."

Satisfied, Guiling felt refreshed as she drove. Back home, her cousin Xiaoxia had already put her son to sleep. Guiling had asked Xiaoxia to come and help take care of her child last year.

Seeing that Guiling had shaken off her recent gloom and was now radiant, Xiaoxia smiled and said, "Cousin, you look so beautiful today."

Guiling smiled, thinking, "If he slept with you once, you'd become beautiful too."

Guiling asked, "Is Dazhi not back yet?"

"No."

It was already past midnight, so it was normal that Dazhi hadn't returned. Guiling said, "Xiaoxia, go to sleep, it's getting late."

"Okay. I'm going to sleep then."

Guiling took another shower, put on the gossamer-thin nightgown Dazhi had bought for her, and lay down on the bed. Dazhi loved having her wear this nightgown, saying it made her look even sexier than when she wasn't wearing it, and that it made him want to sleep with her immediately. However, in the past two years, Dazhi had become less enthusiastic, and seeing her in this nightgown no longer aroused him.

Guiling's mind was still in a state of excitement, and she wasn't sleepy. She stroked her body, from her breasts to her abdomen, and then to her lower body, feeling satisfied. She was a little narcissistic about her body, often admiring herself in the dressing mirror and thinking: What kind of man should love this woman? She often thought of Zhigang, but he was always elusive, impossible to grasp; when she wanted him, she couldn't find him. Now she thought: even if this young man didn't love you, he gave your body the greatest satisfaction. That's enough.

Hearing the door lock click, Dazhi returned. Dazhi entered the bedroom and saw the light on. Guiling was lying in bed, still awake. He asked, "Why aren't you asleep yet?"

Guiling said, "Waiting for you."

Hearing the seductive tone in Guiling's voice, Dazhi noticed she was wearing his favorite nightgown, and he could vaguely see her snow-white breasts and the dark area below. Guiling looked especially beautiful today, her eyes sparkling, her cheeks slightly flushed. Dazhi felt a rare surge of desire.

Dazhi went to the bathroom to shower first; Guiling was clean, and showering was the first thing she did before making love. He came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel and saw Guiling lying on her side, one hand supporting her head. From her shoulder to her hips and thighs, a beautiful, sexy curve was revealed, the flesh beneath the thin fabric alluring. Dazhi couldn't resist; he jumped onto the bed and entered Guiling directly.

Guiling hadn't enjoyed Dazhi like this in many years. She suddenly remembered how impressive Dazhi had been, once stirring her emotions. She reached another climax; it was her first time with Dazhi this year, but her third today.

Chapter 84: Looking Down on Outsiders.

Qiang Hui called Zhigang, saying there was a party that evening and asking if he could attend. Zhigang rarely attended parties, but he would attend if Qiang Hui invited him.

The party was at the Tianyi Hotel in Putuo District, the city center. When Zhigang entered the private room, Qiang Hui and several others were already inside. He introduced the guests to Zhigang; they were all business owners. Soon after, Yuqin and a woman arrived. The woman was striking; her elegance emanated from within. She walked with a composed gait, her eyes never wandering, her chest naturally upright, her back straight, like a ballet dancer. She wasn't as tall as Yuqin, but when the two walked in side-by-side, everyone's eyes were drawn to her.

Yuqin introduced her first: "This is Sister Wu, the chairperson of Fengya Cultural Brokerage Company. She was supposed to have something to do today, but I insisted on bringing her along."

Yuqin introduced the other guests to Sister Wu one by one. When she introduced Zhigang, Sister Wu slightly tilted her head to look at him, extended her right hand, and gently grasped his hand with her four slender, white fingers, saying softly, "Nice to meet you."

Zhigang really wanted to kiss that beautiful hand, but unfortunately, such a foreign gesture wasn't fashionable. Sitting down, Sister Wu remained dignified and upright, yet natural and relaxed, without any trace of affectation—a demeanor that was definitely cultivated. Zhigang wondered how old she was. People take good care of themselves these days; she looked to be in her thirties, so she must be in her forties.

The hotel owner, Zhang Ran, also arrived, accompanied by two middle-aged men, impeccably dressed, with perfectly styled hair and refined manners, somewhat resembling Sister Wu, but perhaps a bit too much for men. Zhigang thought: These two must be from Shanghai.

Although he had lived in Shanghai for many years, Zhigang didn't interact much with Shanghainese people; his daily work involved dealing with people from other parts of China. As Zhang Ran introduced them, the two men were indeed from Shanghai, working in a town government in Pudong. One of them was some kind of director, but Zhigang didn't quite catch the details.

This director was very talkative, speaking confidently and decisively. He talked endlessly about national affairs and insider information, as if he knew everything. Zhigang wasn't interested in these things, so he chatted with Yuqin beside him, asking what kind of business Sister Wu ran. Yuqin said Sister Wu was originally an actress and ran an actor agency business, able to hire actors from all over the country, whether film and television actors or singers.

Zhigang quietly asked Yuqin, "How old is Sister Wu?"

Yuqin said, "Guess?"

"45 years old?"

Yuqin held up five fingers: "55."

Seeing Zhigang's astonished look, Yuqin whispered to Sister Wu, who was sitting on her other side, seemingly telling her that Zhigang had misjudged her age. Sister Wu smiled elegantly at Zhigang and said, "Older than your mother, right?"

"No. My mother is over 60."

At this moment, they heard several people arguing. Zhigang looked over and saw that it was the director arguing with Qianghui. After listening for a while, he realized that the director was being rude, saying that people from other places had poor manners and affected Shanghai's image, especially people from Anhui who were often thieves and gangsters, and people from Henan who were liars. He also said that in terms of manners, the Japanese were the best. Qianghui objected, saying that he had a servile, foreign-worshipping bone. Qianghui said that he was from Anhui and also from Shanghai, so he had the most right to speak.

It turned out that Qianghui's father was a sent-down youth from Shanghai who later got a job in Bengbu. His mother was a local primary school teacher. Qianghui had lived with his grandmother in Shanghai for a few years when he was a few years old. He disliked the arrogant attitude of some Shanghainese.

Sister Wu spoke up: "Listen to me."

Her voice wasn't loud, but everyone heard her, and the arguing stopped.

"Director Chen,"

she asked the director, "from which generation did your ancestors come to Shanghai?"

"My grandfather came to Shanghai as a worker when he was young."

"Then isn't your grandfather the same as the migrant workers of today? You're not a pure Shanghainese either. My father was a People's Liberation Army cadre who came south; his ancestral home is Shandong. I grew up in Shanghai, but I'm not a pure Shanghainese either. Those so-called Shanghainese who look down on outsiders aren't true Shanghainese. The real Shanghainese are in Songjiang and Qingpu; they've become true country folk. When the children of these migrant workers grow up in Shanghai, they'll become well-mannered Shanghainese like you."

Zhigang, hearing the words "well-mannered," thought to himself, "She's truly an actress; her words are very clear." The director fell silent, and everyone else also fell silent. Sister Wu added, "Shanghai was built and developed by our ancestors from other places and by these so-called country folk."

Qiang Hui led the applause. He picked up his glass, stood up, and said, "Sister Wu, I'd like to toast you."

Sister Wu also stood up and drank with him.

Yu Qin whispered, "I've known Qiang Hui for so many years, and this is the first time I've seen him argue so fiercely with someone."

Zhi Gang said, "I understand. When I first arrived in Shanghai, we were both sent back to Anhui by the police. He's been sent back several times."

"Everyone,"

Qiang Hui said, "most of you here are Anhui entrepreneurs. I'm planning to establish an organization for Anhui people in Shanghai, perhaps called the Shanghai Anhui Chamber of Commerce. What do you think?"

Zhi Gang asked, "What would the chamber of commerce be for?"

"To create a platform where everyone can do things together and do business with each other. Even if we can't do business, it would be good for fellow townsmen to get together often, reminisce about our hometown."

"Great! I agree,"

Zhang Ran was the first to agree. Zhi Gang also agreed. The others all agreed.

Yuqin said, "Then what about us Shanghainese? You can't turn around and exclude Shanghainese, can you?"

Qianghui said, "This is an organization for Anhui people, what does it have to do with you Shanghainese?"

"That won't do. If you don't take me, I'll sabotage you."

Qianghui laughed, "Then I dare not not take you. I think we can invite you and Sister Wu to be advisors, or become honorary members. Does everyone agree?"

"Agreed!" At the end of

Chapter 85, Loneliness Strikes

, Yuqin said to Zhigang, "Zhigang, Sister Wu didn't drive today. She's basically going the same way as you, can you give her a ride?"

Zhigang quickly said, "Okay. Where does Sister Wu live?"

"In Xijiao Jiayuan."

"Not at all detours. I just happen to pass by the entrance of Xijiao Jiayuan."

Xijiao Jiayuan is a famous villa area. When Sister Wu got out of the car, she took the initiative to exchange business cards with Zhigang and said, "Thank you. Call me when you have time."

Zhigang watched her slender and elegant figure gracefully walk into the green trees of the community, still unable to believe that she was 55 years old.

Zhigang habitually went back to the company first. He was alone anyway, treating his office like home, often staying until 11 pm before going home to sleep. It wasn't even 10 pm yet. He noticed Lan Hua's office light was on, pushed open the door, and saw her busy at her computer.

"Lan Hua, you haven't gone home yet?"

"I'm checking driving routes. I'm going to Songjiang tomorrow to look at locations; someone there wants to franchise."

Zhigang walked behind Lan Hua and watched her check the route on a map. He glanced down and saw Lan Hua's breasts through her collar, and couldn't resist reaching his hand inside.

Lan Hua let him rub her breasts freely for a while before reluctantly removing his hand: "I can't do this; Third Brother might come over."

Zhigang had no choice but to give up. But his desire had already been ignited, and he needed to find a way to extinguish it. Who could he turn to now? Jing'er was already asleep, Yuqin was too far away, and Guiling had Dazhi at home. Who else could he turn to?

Zhigang felt a sense of desolation and loneliness once again. Perhaps all single people have these moments? Who can be without women all the time?

He thought of Hongyan. At this moment, Hongyan was definitely busy at the karaoke bar, surrounded by many men. Only Xiaocui remained; Xiaocui, whom he had always treated like a younger sister.

Zhigang called Xiaocui, and she answered, "Hello?"

"Xiaocui. It's me."

"Brother Zhigang. What's up?"

"I can't sleep right now, I wanted to come over to your place."

"Then come on over. I'll wait."

Xiaocui lived in the first model restaurant in the neighboring village, a two-bedroom, two-living-room apartment. The two living rooms and one bedroom served as the kitchen, and Xiaocui lived in the other. She used to live with Hongyan, but after Hongyan left, she lived alone.

When Zhigang entered the room, Xiaocui had already brewed tea and immediately brought it to him. Zhigang put the teacup on the table, turned around, and hugged Xiaocui, kissing her. Xiaocui was stunned for a moment, then returned the kiss.

Xiaocui's kiss was gentle, her tongue tightly entwined with Zhigang's tongue, like a green vine in the mountains. It had been almost a year since she was kidnapped, and Xiaocui hadn't touched a man since. At first, she often wanted men; it was a long-standing habit. Actually, her desires hadn't been fully developed. In the past, she only knew how to let men penetrate her; she had sex, but never experienced an orgasm. She only saw it as a means of making a living, so when she no longer had men, the discomfort wasn't intense, and she quickly adapted. She never imagined Zhigang would come looking for her.

Zhigang categorized Xiaocui as similar to Jing'er; their personalities were indeed somewhat alike. He never considered the difference between one being a high-level white-collar worker and the other a prostitute. He was very gentle with Xiaocui, as if holding a piece of porcelain. Xiaocui was petite and delicate; her breasts, though large, weren't bloated, and lying naked on the bed, she resembled a white porcelain doll. Zhigang kissed her entire body, then gently entered her. Xiao Cui skillfully cooperated with Zhi Gang for a while, then cautiously asked him, "Brother Zhi Gang, are you happy?"

Zhi Gang said, "Of course I'm happy. I like you so much."

"You really like me?"

"Of course. I told you, I liked you the first time I saw you."

"I don't believe it. If you like me, why don't you sleep with me?"

"That's two different things. Really."

"Then you'll come often from now on, okay?"

“Okay. I’ll come often from now on. I’ll take good care of you.”

Tears streamed down Xiao Cui’s face. She cooperated with Zhi Gang even more carefully, afraid that he might be dissatisfied. After all, she had been a prostitute and had served countless men. Many men had also taught Xiao Cui bedroom skills. Xiao Cui’s cooperation made Zhi Gang very comfortable.

Chapter 086 Neighboring Village Guild Hall (1)

Zhi Gang did not go back and slept at Xiao Cui’s place. When he woke up in the morning, Xiao Cui was no longer in bed. He got up and yawned as he walked out of the bedroom. Xiao Cui had just returned from outside, carrying the sesame cakes and soy milk she had just bought.

“Brother Zhi Gang, you’re awake. Breakfast is hot, eat quickly.”

Zhi Gang could clearly see that after last night’s care, Xiao Cui was much more cheerful and more beautiful. He thought that women really needed men to care for them.

Zhi Gang sat down to eat breakfast when his phone rang. It was Qiang Hui calling.

“Zhigang, I have an idea, let me discuss it with you first.”

“Brother Qianghui, go ahead.”

“The migrant worker shelters in the neighboring villages are now scattered in many places, and your first one seems a bit too large, and the occupancy rate isn't high, right?”

“Yes.”

“I'm thinking of setting aside a piece of land, about two thousand square meters, to build a clubhouse, called the Lincun Clubhouse.”

“Lincun Clubhouse? What will it be for?”

“Aren't we preparing to establish a chamber of commerce? In the future, chamber activities will be attended by entrepreneurs, so we need a place, and that place needs to have a certain level of sophistication and taste. Our clubhouse can meet that requirement. Of course, the clubhouse's functions go far beyond that; it includes catering, accommodation, meeting rooms, a tea room, a gym, a multi-functional hall, an exhibition hall, and even artists' studios. It can be used for leisure, reception, meetings, forums, salons, art exhibitions, etc. It can serve as the future image symbol of the Lincun Group.”

“That's a good idea.”

“Yuqin agrees with my idea. Since you have no objections, let’s have a meeting to discuss it.”

A few days later, the meeting was held at the Neighbor Village House. Qianghui, Zhang Ran, and Yuqin arrived, and Lanhua, Guiling, and Jing’er also attended. They first inspected the Neighbor Village House to get a feel for it before returning to the meeting room.

Lanhua knew the Neighbor Village House best, and she suggested using the relatively independent second two-story building as a clubhouse. It had an area of about 1,800 square meters, with courtyards in the front and back. They could expand the front courtyard and build another two-story building to create a multi-functional hall, activity room, and master studio. Half of the front courtyard and the back courtyard could be used as parking.

Everyone agreed with Lanhua’s opinion. Finally, it was decided that Zhigang would take the lead in establishing the Neighbor Village Clubhouse, with Lanhua and Guiling assisting.

Qianghui said, “The Neighbor Village Clubhouse is the company’s top priority at this stage. We need to concentrate all our resources here, providing manpower and funding as needed. Guiling should also move in to work here; you can now let go of things at the school.” Guiling

moved in the next day. She had long wanted to be closer to Zhigang, to have more opportunities. Although she had Yang Decai, he could only satisfy her lust, leaving her spiritually empty. What did that brat know? Besides being able to last two hours, he was useless. After having sex with him so many times, it felt no different from using a masturbation device. Having sex with Zhigang wasn't just about physical satisfaction; it was more about spiritual communication. Even without eye contact or words, just physical touch would constantly exchange thoughts and ideas. This kind of enjoyment was the ultimate in sex.

But opportunities were few. Lan Hua was watching her like a hawk, and Jing'er couldn't be harmed. Fortunately, she was busy with work, so Guiling rarely had time to think about men; she hadn't even slept with Yang Decai for a long time.

Zhigang also thought about Guiling. After all, she was his first woman, yet the one he slept with the least of all his women. Hongyan was only with him once, but she wasn't considered his woman. Xiao Cui was now spending more time with Zhigang than Guiling. Zhigang

was going to the architectural design institute to invite an expert, so he asked Guiling to go with him. Lan Hua watched them walk out together, feeling both jealous and helpless. Zhigang wasn't just acting out of self-interest; Guiling was indeed the most suitable. She had the highest education, read the most books, was capable, beautiful, and possessed a more elegant demeanor than Lanhua.

They agreed to meet at the design institute at 10 o'clock, but Zhigang and Guiling set off at 8. Guiling knew that getting to the institute would take at most an hour, and this extra time…

they were of one mind. Zhigang used the same trick again, driving into the fields. Guiling had already grabbed Zhigang's lower body, which was, as expected, incredibly hard. As soon as the car stopped, Guiling eagerly embraced Zhigang and kissed him. Her tongue and Zhigang's tongue played a cat-and-mouse game, chasing and teasing each other. Guiling felt as if she had returned to her girlhood, chasing her beloved in the countryside. Her body was already feverish, a warm current making her whole body tingle and itch, yearning for Zhigang's hands to caress her, bringing coolness wherever they touched.

Guiling couldn't take it anymore: "Zhigang...Zhigang...Quick, come in..."

Zhigang's hands had already touched her lower body all over, and the water flowing out there had wet the cushion. When he entered, Guiling screamed and closed her eyes in pleasure.

Guiling felt a current quickly flow through her body from her lower body. That was something that Yang Decai, that child, could never give her...

Chapter 087 Lincun Guild Hall (2)

The Lincun Guild Hall was being prepared in full swing. The designer invited was a fellow Anhui native, Ma Tingyu, an expert in Hui-style architecture. He suggested building the guild hall into a traditional Hui-style building with an antique style, a memorial archway outside the gate, a gate made into a Hui-style eight-character gate tower and double wooden doors, a horse-head wall on the roof, water, a corridor, a small bridge in the courtyard, a central courtyard, and some famous Hui-style three carvings—wood carving, brick carving, and bamboo carving—dismantled from ancient buildings in Huizhou, and installed on the corresponding beams, windows, and door heads of the guild hall.

Qiang Hui disagreed with this idea. He believed that inheriting tradition should not be a mere copy; rather, it should capture the soul of tradition, absorb its elements,

and apply them to modern forms and concepts. The guild hall was a modern building, not an ancient one, intended for modern use. Imitation of the past would only ever lead to following in the footsteps of the ancients; to surpass them, innovation was essential. After numerous debates and even arguments, a consensus was finally reached: to build a multifunctional guild hall integrating modern concepts and traditional cultural elements. The design drawings were completed and revised more than ten times. The final design retained the archway, inscribed with the four characters "徽传天下" (Huichuan Tianxia). These four characters were specially commissioned by Qiang Hui and Zhi Gang from the renowned calligrapher Ou Xinzhong, director of the Lai Shaoqi Art Museum. The main gate maintained a modern, open style for easy car access. The gable wall was removed as a distinctive architectural feature, as this element was now too common and had become aesthetically tiring. The interior retained corridors, courtyards, bridges, and flowing water—elements that were both traditional and suitable for modern culture, while also providing practical value for lighting and passage.

The biggest highlight was the establishment of a 500-square-meter "Fan Guangling Studio" for the use of internationally renowned artist Fan Guangling during his stay in Shanghai, and also for inviting other famous artists to create and exchange ideas. Master Fan Guangling promised to attend the opening ceremony of the guild hall and inscribe the name "Lincun Guild Hall."

While the design plan was still under discussion and revision, construction began as the overall framework was finalized. Lan Hua was in charge of supervision and constantly argued with the project manager, Peng Daqun. Lan Hua had originally worked as a cook on the construction team, and everyone knew her well. Some of the workers on the team had slept with Lan Hua, whether through rape or other means. Therefore, they didn't initially see Lan Hua as the client's construction supervisor, but only as the former cook, Third Sister-in-law. Daqun shared this mentality. He had also secretly raped Lan Hua when she slept alone in the kitchen at night. He thought Lan Hua didn't know it was him, but in fact, Lan Hua recognized him, but kept quiet out of respect.

Lan Hua was extremely demanding about the quality of the project, constantly inspecting with the quality control staff and demanding rework for any discrepancies. Da Qun, helpless, was forced to comply with the client's requirements and thus pressured the workers to redo the work. The workers had no choice but to redo it, but they continued to vent their dissatisfaction with Da Qun and Lan Hua. They complained that at the most crucial moment, Da Qun had to obey Lan Hua's orders to redo the work, otherwise she wouldn't let him ejaculate inside her. They also said that Lan Hua had no other men to sleep with, which was why she was so temperamental, and they would rape her again that night to make her obedient and promise she wouldn't cause trouble the next day.

The workers' complaints were not kept secret; Da Qun could hear them, and so could Lan Hua. Lan Hua simply smiled and didn't bother to argue. She knew this was the smartest approach; arguing with them would only lead to endless trouble. Besides, all they could do was grumble; they never neglected their work, toiling away all day long—why couldn't they at least complain a little?

Guiling constantly followed Zhigang, running errands for him with various departments, including urban management, construction, industry and commerce, and quality supervision. She had to run around to these departments and win their favors every few days. She also enjoyed Zhigang's company more than ever before.

However, these departments were not easy to deal with, especially Section Chief Wang from the Construction Bureau, who was lecherous and always thinking about how to get Guiling. Section Chief Wang was thin and frail, wearing thick glasses, and his eyes, almost bulging out of their sockets, were always fixed on Guiling during meals, making him both terrifying and repulsive. Zhigang felt that bringing Guiling to see him was a mistake, because it seemed he wouldn't stamp the official seal unless he got Guiling.

Guiling knew this too. She weighed whether there was a way to avoid the section chief, or trick him into stamping the seal. If all else failed, she could just sleep with him once; she wasn't some virtuous woman, having been with so many men, she didn't care about him. But being taken advantage of in this way felt unacceptable to her, and Zhigang would never agree to it. It was no different from prostitution. Guiling and Lanhua share the same idea: they can sleep with a thousand men, but they are unwilling to prostitute themselves to one man.

Chapter 088 Lincun Guild Hall (3)

Zhigang has already treated many people to meals for the construction bureau's official seal. After each meal, Section Chief Wang always goes to the karaoke bar. He doesn't want any prostitutes, only Guiling, and treats Guiling as a prostitute. He doesn't sing much, but always makes Guiling dance with him, and they dance face-to-face. He touches Guiling's body with his hands and his hard lower body presses against Guiling's abdomen or thighs, which makes Guiling very disgusted. She can't refuse obviously, so she can only find reasons to avoid him, such as saying that the music is over or that she needs to go to the bathroom. This always makes him feel awkward, but he has no reason to get angry.

Zhigang sees everything, but there is nothing he can do. This kind of person is a scoundrel. His demands are very obvious, and it depends on whether you agree or not. Zhigang also knows that he is not too greedy. If he makes a huge demand, the company will have to pay a greater price financially. Of course, he didn't dare to be too greedy. He knew that once money was involved, he would be arrested sooner or later. But with eating and drinking, plus women "voluntarily" throwing themselves at him, there wasn't much risk.

However, Zhigang would never agree to let Guiling sleep with him.

The main construction project couldn't start; they were just waiting for the Construction Bureau's official seal. Zhigang was also thinking about whether he could bypass this bastard section chief or find a way to pressure him through his superior.

The result of his maneuvering left Zhigang with the feeling that all crows are black. He did manage to meet Section Chief Wang's superior through connections, but the result was the same. He also drooled over Guiling, clearly indicating through his expressions and body language that everything would be okay as long as they slept together.

He thought taking Guiling out for "public relations" would make things easier. Most men would be lenient with beautiful women, and this had always worked in other departments. Who knew that he would run into these two bastards who wouldn't act until they saw the benefit. Everyone says that Shanghainese are pragmatic, and these two guys were just too pragmatic, not giving a damn about it.

Section Chief Wang called Guiling's cell phone several times a day, but she wouldn't answer. He could only reach Guiling through Zhigang. But this man was incredibly persistent; he still called every day. Guiling thought that if he used that tenacity at work, he'd probably be a department head by now, not still a lowly section chief in his fifties.

Seeing that the project couldn't be delayed any longer, Guiling thought she should confront him directly; there must be a solution. So she answered the phone.

"Hello,"

Section Chief Wang's voice was soft and gentle, speaking with a Shanghai accent, "General Manager Zhang, you finally answered my call."

"What is it?"

Guiling asked, knowing the answer already.

"It's nothing, I just wanted to invite you for tea alone."

Guiling chuckled inwardly. "Stop beating around the bush, just get straight to the point. If I have tea with you, will you be able to stamp it?"

"Stamping... well, that's not about tea anymore."

Guiling said impatiently. "Why are you so long-winded? Just say what you want to say. Or I can do it myself. Book the hotel tonight, bring the company seal, and I'll bring the application form. Just stamp it for me first, and then we can do whatever we want."

"Oh dear, that's not easy. The company seal is kept in the office and can't be taken out casually. I can only get it stamped at the office tomorrow morning."

"Don't try to play games with me. Since we're being frank, let's talk business. I won't meet you unless you bring the seal."

Guiling hung up the phone. A moment later, her phone rang again.

“Mr. Zhang, don’t hang up! Okay, I promise you, I’ll bring the official seal tonight.”

“It’s a deal.”

“It’s a deal. I’ll let you know once I’ve booked the location. You have to come!”

At 8 p.m., Guiling arrived at the hotel room that Section Chief Wang had booked. Section Chief Wang was already waiting.

Guiling asked, “Did you bring the official seal?”

“Yes, I brought it.”

Guiling took out a stack of forms from her bag, flipped to two pages that needed to be stamped, and said, “Go ahead and stamp it.”

Section Chief Wang took out the official seal and ink pad from his bag, dipped the seal repeatedly in the ink pad, then breathed on it to warm it up. Suddenly, he remembered something and stopped. He turned to Guiling and asked, “If I stamp this, will you really listen to me?”

Guiling said impatiently, “Believe it or not.”

Section Chief Wang turned around to stamp it, but then felt something was wrong, and the seal stopped hanging in mid-air.

“I need a clear answer from you. You said that once I stamp this document, you will…”

Gui Ling couldn’t help but say, “Are all Shanghainese people this fussy? I’ve slept with plenty of men, I don’t care about one more. Just consider it a bite from a bedbug. Will you stamp it or not?”

“Sign it. Sign it.”

This time, Section Chief Wang got a clear answer and quickly stamped the document. Then he carefully put the official seal into the box and then into his bag. Chapter 089 Lincun Guild Hall (4) Gui Ling put the form away and also put it into her bag. Then she said, “Go take a shower first.”

Section Chief Wang happily went into the bathroom to take a shower. When he came out, he was wrapped in a bath towel, revealing his thin upper body. The hollow of his shoulder blades could hold a bowl of water. Guiling, already dressed, said, "Come on." Faced with such a beautiful body he had longed for, how could Section Chief Wang control himself? He threw down his towel and pounced on Guiling to kiss her. Guiling turned her face away, saying, "Hurry up." Section Chief Wang's penis looked quite large. After he entered, Guiling wanted it to end quickly, but he didn't, leisurely wanting to prolong the encounter. After a while, Guiling became aroused, thinking she'd treat him like Yang Decai and enjoy herself. Just as her arousal was reaching its peak, Section Chief Wang couldn't hold back and ejaculated. Guiling was in agony. She cursed Section Chief Wang: "You bastard! I thought you were so amazing, but you're finished in no time! You're deliberately ruining me! I shouldn't have made this deal with you!"

She tossed and turned in bed, feeling miserable. Section Chief Wang, at a loss, stood on the floor, his rather large penis dangling, and said, "What should I do? What should I do?"

Guiling, helpless, took a vibrator from her bag, inserted it, and began to move rhythmically and comfortably, gradually calming down.

Seeing Section Chief Wang still standing there dumbfounded, she scolded, "What are you still standing there for? Get out of here, don't let me see you. With your 'little thing,' you think you can have a woman? You're overestimating yourself."

Section Chief Wang quickly put on his clothes, grabbed his bag, opened the door, and ran away. Guiling chuckled. She guessed that this guy would become insecure around women from now on, even worse in bed, and might even become impotent for a while. Guiling

told Lanhua about this, and Lanhua laughed until her stomach hurt, grumbling and scolding Guiling for making her laugh so much. Although Lanhua and Guiling were secretly jealous of each other, they actually became good friends. They were both kind and always put the other person first. Perhaps it was because Zhigang wasn't their only target, or perhaps it was because they weren't their only rivals and even if they won, it wouldn't have much effect, or perhaps it was because their relationship with Zhigang wouldn't get any closer or further away... In short, their relationship wasn't a life-or-death struggle. Their jealousy and the things they did because of it actually added color and fun to their lives.

After laughing enough, Guiling said, "You absolutely mustn't tell Zhigang about this."

"Why? I insist on telling him."

"What good will it do you to tell him? Do you think he'll just sleep with you one more time?"

"Who cares? I wouldn't mind if he slept with you every day."

Guiling thought of Jing'er and asked, "Hey, wasn't Zhigang supposed to marry Jing'er? Why hasn't

anything happened yet?" Only Lanhua knew the truth: "They're not getting married."

Lanhua explained the situation to Guiling, who sighed, "Sigh! Zhigang only wants to marry Jing'er. If he can't marry her, he probably won't marry anyone else."

"Marry you, of course. Don't you want to marry him?"

"You're the one who wants to marry him, aren't you?"

When Guiling handed the stamped form to Zhigang, he guessed how it had gotten stamped. He didn't say much, only saying to Guiling, "Thank you."

Guiling said, "Isn't this what you wanted to achieve? You got what you wanted, didn't you?"

"But I'm not willing to make you pay the price."

"What price? It's just sleeping with some stinky man. Do you think I'm some virtuous woman?"

"I don't want other men to sleep with you."

"Forget it. You wouldn't care if I slept with other men every day."

Zhigang hugged Guiling and kissed her, saying, "I really don't want other men to sleep with you. I only want you to sleep with me."

"That's nice to say. You men are all like this. Dazhi sold me to you back then."

Zhigang remembered his first visit to Dazhi's house in Shanghai, where he rekindled his old flame with Guiling, and he did suspect that Dazhi had deliberately arranged it.

"That's because Dazhi doesn't understand me. I would have helped him even if he hadn't done it this way."

"But you still went along with it and came to my house."

"Of course. I couldn't be happier."

Guiling hugged Zhigang and returned his kiss. Zhigang said, "It's not here. Let's go to the car."

During this period, they mostly did it in the car. Guiling had already come to enjoy doing it with him in the car.

Chapter 092 Lincun Guild Hall (5)

From the start of the construction of the Lincun Guild Hall, Lanhua would wander around the guild hall again and again after work every day to check the quality of the work. Daqun didn't dare to leave either, following behind Lanhua, worried that she might find some problems again. Lanhua looked very carefully, and Daqun didn't need to look, but stared at her big buttocks from behind. Sometimes, as if by reflex, he almost reached out and touched her buttocks. He simply put a cot in a temporary office in the guild hall and slept there every day, so Lanhua could come whenever he called.

Now the civil engineering of the Lincun Guild Hall was long over, and the decoration was almost finished, but Lanhua was making Daqun more and more annoyed. She would say that this was not good, and that that needed to be redone, making the construction period, which could have been completed ahead of schedule, very tight now.

Early in the morning, Lan Hua approached Da Qun, complaining that the batch of imitation marble floor tiles was of poor quality, the pattern was too monotonous, and the colors were inconsistent. She said that if laid on the floor, it would look like several buckets of different colors of paint had been spilled, patchy and unsightly. She also

complained that the bathroom tiles weren't the specified brand and the colors were too bright; the upstairs wooden floor was painted too lightly, and she needed to buy darker colors… Da Qun, in a panic, bowed to Lan Hua and said, “My dear aunt, please have mercy! If the work isn't finished by the end of the month, you'll deduct my pay again. Are you doing this on purpose?”

Lan Hua glared at him: “Who said I'm doing this on purpose? If you can't complete the project on time and to

the required standard, of course I'll deduct your pay.” “Can't you lower your standards a little and make me do less rework? Didn't you agree on the brand and color of these floor tiles and ceramic tiles?”

“Then you should talk to your purchasing agent and ask him how much he embezzled. Don't bring the problem to me.”

Lan Hua had worked in construction teams for a long time and knew the ropes inside and out. Those in the purchasing department are all relatives of the boss or foreman, and they can reap a lot of benefits from it. The closer the relationship, the more they have the "why not take advantage?" mentality, and they can be even more greedy than outsiders. This is the most difficult part of managing a construction team; the worst client they might encounter is an "insider" like Lan Hua. Da Qun followed Lan Hua all the way to her temporary office on the second floor. Lan Hua sat down and said, "Make me a cup of tea. I haven't had a drop of water since this morning."

Da Qun quickly made tea, taking out the high-grade Lu'an Melon Seed tea he usually served to visiting leaders. Lan Hua said, "Don't be stingy, put in more. You know I want strong tea, yet you're so stingy."

"No. Third Sister-in-law, you know, strong tea isn't good for women."

"What's wrong with it? I've been drinking it for years, is there a problem?"

"There is a problem,"

Da Qun said with a wicked smile.

"What's wrong with me?"

"Hehe. I wouldn't dare say."

"Tell me, would I eat you up?"

"If a woman drinks too much strong tea, she'll lose her libido."

"Nonsense."

Lan Hua had just cursed when she realized what she meant. "You naughty boy, you're just messing with me."

"Look at you, always complaining about this and that, glaring at me and yelling. Facing such a charming man like me every day, how come you're not interested? Are you frigid or what?"

Lan Hua glared at him again: "Your wife isn't around, so you're horny again? Now that there's such a nice migrant worker's home, why don't you bring your wife over?"

"We're an old married couple, we miss each other after a long time apart, and doing 'that' every day gets boring. It would be interesting if you and I were temporary husband and wife." "Don't even think

about it. I have Third Brother here."

"Isn't Third Brother impotent? I'll help you out, otherwise you'll be living a life of widowhood."

"Who says Third Brother is impotent? Do I look like I don't have a man?" "

No. But it's hard to say whether your man right now is Third Brother."

"It's none of your business."

"That's hard to say. It's a pity you weren't cooking on the construction site anymore; I really wasted that opportunity."

"Wasted an opportunity? You're making it sound so real. You think I didn't know you messed with me once? I didn't say anything because I was being polite."

"So you knew? That's great. If you can do it once, you can do it twice. Give me another chance."

"Now we're in a client-contractor relationship, like fire and water. Do you still want to bribe me with sex? If I'm happy after the project is completed, I might reward you."

Daqun jumped up happily: "You said it, Third Sister-in-law. If you don't keep your word, I'll kill you."

"You dare."

Chapter 093 Orchid and Guiling (1)

Daqun was right. Orchid really had some problems lately. Third Brother has been in Shanghai for several years, and his passion has gradually faded. Just as Daqun said, they're always together. Zhigang is too busy and we don't see him all day. Orchid guesses that he and Guiling have been doing it together a lot lately, so they have a lot of opportunities.

Actually, Guiling has been idle lately. After the project started, the public relations work was basically over, and she rarely had the chance to go out with Zhigang. She doesn't want to call Yang Decai anymore. She feels that there's no emotional exchange with him, and it's boring. Her relationship with Dazhi has also returned to the way it was before, with an average of no sex once a month.

As the project neared completion, Lan Hua and Gui Ling had more free time, and Gui Ling often came to Lan Hua's office to sit for a while. Lan Hua kept trying to find out about Gui Ling and Zhi Gang's relationship.

"Guiling, what's Zhigang been up to lately?"

"I don't know."

"Don't lie to me, you don't know?"

"Really. I haven't gone out with him lately."

Lanhua thought of Yang Decai and quietly asked, "Have you been seeing that young man lately?"

Guiling knew who she was talking about: "Tell me the truth, you and Hongyan deliberately tricked me that time, didn't you?"

"That was for your own good. What do you think, isn't the young man good?"

"Not really good. He's good in bed, but his skills are still lacking."

"How good? Hongyan said she can exercise for two hours straight without any problems, is that true?"

"That's true. This guy is too strong. Why don't you try him?"

"I'm not interested in that. I'd be willing to let your Dazhi try."

"Dazhi? I'd rather he was interested in you. He definitely has women outside, and more than one."

"How do you know?" "

He can't even do it with me once a month. Do you think it's possible he doesn't have women outside? Even if he only has one woman, he can still have mistresses outside and keep his wife at home."

"Give him to me, I don't believe he won't be interested in me."

"Why should I give him to you?"

"We can exchange."

"Exchange? How?"

Lan Hua casually uttered the word "exchange," without even considering how. Upon hearing Gui Ling's question, she blurted out, "I'll exchange him for Third Brother. How about that?"

"Third Brother? Is he good?"

Gui Ling had heard about Third Brother's impotence.

"Of course he is, incredibly good. Who am I? He couldn't do it when he first came to Shanghai, but I cured him."

Lan Hua told Gui Ling about her and Third Brother's past on the hillside in their hometown, making Gui Ling yearn for it. She had never made love with a man outdoors, on a sunny hillside.

Gui Ling blushed and quietly asked, "We really exchange?"

"Just kidding. I'm just teasing you. You little rascal."

Gui Ling laughed shyly. Lan Hua thought to herself, she and Third Brother were getting tired of doing it every day, and Gui Ling's husband, Da Zhi, was wasting his time sleeping with other women. If they really exchanged, maybe they'd both feel passionate again.

That evening, after their routine in bed, Lan Hua asked, "Third Brother, do you feel like we're not as passionate about this as we used to be?"

"Yeah. That's normal, we're an old married couple now."

"Do you want another woman?"

Third Brother's heart skipped a beat. He looked at Lan Hua and said, "Don't tease me. What if I wanted to? I have the desire but not the courage."

"Okay. Let's sleep."

Lan Hua hugged Third Brother and drifted off to sleep.

The next day after work, Lan Hua called Third Brother: "Guiling is treating us to dinner at the Tianyi Hotel."

Third Brother asked, "What about the child?"

"I'll pick him up from school now, then ask Jing'er to arrange dinner for him. After dinner, he can do his homework."

Lan Hua rarely took Third Brother out to eat. Because he was disabled and had to take care of the child, Third Brother didn't like going out. Today, since Guiling was treating them, he got into Lan Hua's car.

When they arrived at the hotel, Guiling had already ordered the food and was waiting. Third Brother asked, "Where's Dazhi?"

Guiling replied, "Dazhi has a social engagement today and can't come."

Third Brother liked to drink, and Lanhua knew his capacity for alcohol; she easily got him half-drunk, then she and Guiling helped him to the guest room. Lanhua whispered to Guiling, "He's missing an arm, so you'll have to work harder. Let him be on the bottom first, then you can help him in from the top, then lift him over and put him on top."

After saying this, Lanhua went back home; the child was still there.

Guiling put Third Brother on the bed, and Third Brother called her, "Lanhua."

"Yes."

Third Brother looked at her, "You're not Lanhua."

"I'm Guiling."

"Guiling? Where's Lanhua?"

"Lanhua went home to take care of the child."

"Oh."

As he spoke, Third Brother tried to lie down. Guiling held him back.

"Third Brother, go take a shower before you sleep."

Except for Zhigang, Guiling didn't want anyone to enter her without showering. She helped Third Brother take off his outer clothes and helped him into the bathroom. Third Brother was heavy, weighing her down. Showering was also inconvenient; she had to help him with his clothes and soap. After finally taking a shower, she helped her third brother back to bed. She showered herself too, and when she returned, she saw him lying naked on the bed, his lower body already erect like a flagpole. He hadn't drunk much, but he knew what she was about to do.

Guiling mounted him, letting him enter, then tried to roll over, but couldn't. Her third brother said, "This won't do. Listen to me count 1, 2, 3, and we'll push together."

He counted 1, 2, 3, and they rolled over in a flash. He landed heavily on top of Guiling, pressing down on her until she could barely breathe, but the impact sent a dizzying wave of pleasure through her. 02-12
Chapter 094 Orchid and Guiling (2)

The next morning, Guiling went to Orchid's office. Orchid glared at her and said, "You're making me so angry."

Guiling smiled and said, "Don't be angry, let's exchange."

"Then you'd better hurry up, I can't wait."

Orchid asked quietly, "How is it?"

"Great. Don't hide him away from now on."

"Of course I'll hide him away. You won't see Third Brother until I meet Dazhi."

Dazhi was really busy. It was only after Orchid personally called and invited the two families to have dinner together on the weekend that he was able to make time. Dazhi was very familiar with Orchid and admired her. In the past, when Orchid cooked for his construction team, he didn't want to compete with the migrant workers for her, so he never made a move on her. But now it's different. Orchid has long since transformed into a company director and manager. Her clothes, temperament, and confidence are all completely different. She is also more beautiful and more sexy.

Halfway through the meal, Dazhi had a good idea of what was going on. He was a seasoned veteran of the pleasure quarters; he could read the nuances of a woman's every smile and gesture. Years ago, he had already tried to get Guiling into Zhigang's arms. Today, seeing his third sister-in-law so alluring and seemingly ready to throw herself at him, with Guiling encouraging him, why wouldn't he? He saw Guiling's radiant face and thought, "Hmph, you little whore, pushing me into your third sister-in-law's arms, you just want to sleep with this one-armed brother of yours."

After dinner, Dazhi helped Lanhua, and Guiling helped her third brother into their respective rooms.

Zhigang had been busy preparing for the opening of the neighboring village's guild hall these past few days. Qianghui suggested that instead of just a simple opening ceremony, they should hold a forum; that would be more meaningful and provide news value for the media.

Qiang Hui's idea was to have the Lin Cun Guild Hall sponsor the "Second China Cultural Industry Development Strategy Forum and Lin Cun Guild Hall Opening Ceremony." The first forum was founded by Qiang Hui last year, and this year marks the second; he plans to hold it annually thereafter. The cultural industry is currently experiencing a boom, but there isn't yet an authoritative forum on this topic. Qiang Hui is pioneering a national cultural industry development forum.

Qiang Hui did the math for Zhi Gang. An opening ceremony would cost around 500,000 yuan. Sponsoring the forum would only add another 100,000 yuan for inviting renowned experts to speak, making a significant difference. A simple opening ceremony would only affect the two or three hundred attendees, leaving little impression; it would just be another ordinary opening ceremony. The media wouldn't publicize it, and the Lin Cun Guild Hall wouldn't stand out from other guild halls. Sponsoring the forum would ensure all media outlets publish news, essentially providing free advertising. But to achieve the same effect through paid advertising, even adding zeros to the extra 100,000 yuan wouldn't be nearly enough. Furthermore, it would greatly enhance the audience's positive impression of the neighboring village association, as its reputation, corporate culture, and sense of social responsibility would appeal to them.

Zhigang thought this made sense. He was considering specific plans, such as the scale, theme, and level of the forum, as well as who would be the main speaker and the host. Since it was a forum, it would be best to invite an expert as the host, which would be more suitable than a TV host. Inviting guests was also very important; there couldn't be too many or too few. Inviting too many would result in insufficient seating, while inviting too few would lead to an awkward atmosphere. Moreover, some of the guests who agreed to attend might not be able to make it, so the total number of invitees should exceed the actual number by about 20%.

Guiling, Lanhua, and Jing'er were all busy. The specific date of the forum was set for October 28th at 3 pm. Experts and guests needed to be invited two months in advance, participating entrepreneurs and media reporters one month in advance, and invitations needed to be sent out half a month in advance.

Zhigang asked Jing'er to draft the list of invitees. He didn't want Jing'er to consider the experts; Zhigang and Qianghui would discuss the matter. Jing'er mainly drafted the list of attendees, including members of the Anhui Chamber of Commerce that Qiang Hui was preparing to organize, as well as members of Qiang Hui's circle, Yuqin's circle, and Sister Wu's circle.

By the time everything was ready a week before the forum, Zhigang was finally able to relax. He picked up several invitations from his desk, all of which he needed to deliver personally, one of which was for Sister Wu. He hadn't seen Sister Wu for a month due to his busy schedule, and the thought of this beauty made his heart pound.

He called Sister Wu, who said, "I was just about to call you. I have an event tonight, and I can't attend alone; I have to bring a partner."

Zhigang asked, "So, does that mean our relationship is public?"

"Not really public, just a small-scale event, everyone's family."

Chapter 95:

The gathering of female writer Meng Yao was in a villa in the suburbs. When Zhigang and Sister Wu entered, there were already six people inside, all in pairs. Sister Wu introduced them to Zhigang one by one: the famous female writer Meng Yao and her husband, the painter Chu Ze and his wife, and the dance academy professor Liu Hong and her husband, Professor Wang.

The interior decoration of this villa was different from that of Sister Wu's, but the style was similar, mainly simple with no unnecessary decorations. Music was playing all the time. Zhigang recognized some pieces, such as "The Maiden's Prayer," "Ballade pour Venus," "Autumn Whispers," "Military March," "Meditation," "Moonlight," "Für Elise," and "The Blue Danube," as well as works by Tchaikovsky, Vivaldi, Bach, and Dvo?ák.

Dinner was a buffet with wine and beer, and everyone helped themselves, standing or sitting, eating, drinking, and chatting. It was Zhigang's first time attending such a gathering, and he found it very novel. He took his food and ate standing up with Sister Wu when the female writer Mengyao came over with a tray.

"Wu Fan,"

she called Sister Wu's name, "I haven't properly introduced your husband yet."

"Feng Zhigang, the general manager of the neighboring village's headquarters."

"Oh, I've heard of the neighboring village's migrant workers' home. The young man is remarkable."

Zhigang thought Mengyao was about the same age as Sister Wu, and she was also very well-maintained, more sexy and lively than Sister Wu, who was more reserved.

“Wu Fan, I’ve taken a liking to your husband. Can he lend me his place today?”

Sister Wu said. “Okay,”

Mengyao replied gracefully, nodding to Zhigang. “Come on, let’s talk over there.”

Zhigang glanced at Sister Wu, who gestured for him to follow Mengyao. He followed Mengyao to the balcony, wondering, “What does lending me to her mean today? Is it for sex?”

Mengyao placed the empty plate on a corner of the balcony, casually putting her arm around Zhigang’s shoulder, and asked, “Young man, how old are you?”

“Early thirties,”

Zhigang replied, deliberately sounding a few years older. Mengyao’s hair tickled his face, and he smelled a faint fragrance. Zhigang didn’t know what kind of fragrance it was, but he found it very pleasant, and immediately recognized it as a woman’s scent.

“What a wonderful age. It's a pity I didn't have this good time when I was your age. Have you read my novels?”

Zhigang was embarrassed: “Sorry, no. I don't read novels.”

“That's alright. Tell me about your experiences.”

Perhaps it was a professional habit, but Mengyao listened attentively to Zhigang's story of moving from his hometown to Shanghai. With Mengyao, Zhigang felt comfortable, confident, and respected, so he spoke of his experiences with ease.

“Your experiences could easily be the subject of a wonderful novel,”

Mengyao said. “How about I write it for you?”

“Sure. But will anyone read it? I don't think it's that great.”

“Those involved are often blinded. Of course you don't think so.”

They returned to the living room, which was empty except for soft music playing in the air.

“Where did they go?”

Zhigang asked.

“Never mind them. Come with me.”

Zhigang followed Mengyao upstairs to a room. It was a bedroom. Mengyao took off her cashmere sweater, revealing a pink vest underneath. Her well-maintained breasts, partially concealed within the vest, trembled slightly, like tender tofu, making them incredibly tempting. Zhigang's mind hadn't quite processed it yet; this change was too drastic. Was they really going to sleep together?

Seeing Zhigang standing there dumbfounded, Mengyao, her face flushed with desire and radiating charm, chuckled and wrapped her arms around his waist, asking, "Judging from your expression, you still don't know what tonight's activities are, do you?"

Zhigang nodded. Mengyao pressed her full breasts against his chest and said, "Silly boy. Why didn't Wu Fan tell you? Today we're playing a wife-swapping game."

"A wife-swapping game?"

Zhigang had never heard of it before.

"Haven't you heard of it? Western countries have wife-swapping clubs. As long as you're a member, you can bring your wife or husband to the activity and swap them."

Looking at the trembling breasts so close to his eyes, Zhigang was already aroused. Mengyao had already seen his gaze, took his right hand and placed it on his breast, saying, "Go ahead and do whatever you want."

Zhigang felt that the breast in his hand was as soft as freshly baked bread. He asked, "Where is Sister Wu now?"

"Your Sister Wu is with my husband. Otherwise, why would it be called a wife-swapping game?"

"Is he really your husband?"

"Of course he is. Our circle is very small, not exactly the same as a wife-swapping club. A wife-swapping club is open, anyone who wants to can participate; we are closed, and we generally do not allow outsiders to participate. Moreover, we stipulate that only married couples or long-term fixed sexual partners can participate, and it is not welcome to find someone to fill the quota temporarily."

Zhigang then understood: "Oh. No wonder everyone who came today is of status and taste, this is your circle." Chapter 096

The Mistress Wants to Take Over (1) Mengyao's desire was frighteningly strong. She first had sex with Zhigang three times in a row. After the third climax, she wouldn't let Zhigang ejaculate. She had the experience and ability to prevent him from doing so. Then, they sat up together, embracing. She turned on the stereo by the bed, lit a cigarette, and leisurely listened to music while smoking, chatting with Zhigang for a few minutes. After throwing the cigarette butt into the ashtray, she told Zhigang to go all out, to treat her like a lump of dough and knead her as hard as he could. Zhigang did as she said, bringing her to another climax. Exhausted, they fell asleep in each other's arms. In his sleep, Zhigang felt his lower body swelling and erect. He woke up to find Mengyao on top of him, moving vigorously up and down. He didn't know when he was already inside her. When he woke up in the morning, Mengyao wanted more, but he was already limp. Mengyao sucked on him, making him erect again, and they did it again. Every time was wild, every time he reached climax. After getting up, Zhigang followed Mengyao into the living room, embarrassed. Everyone else came out, calm and composed, making Zhigang feel that his embarrassment was unnecessary. Sister Wu, radiant, came over and took Zhigang's arm; it was clear she had been very satisfied the night before. Breakfast was already laid out, and Zhigang ate while secretly observing the others. Seeing that the other two women were also glowing, he thought that this kind of sex seemed to rejuvenate women even more than marital sex. It wasn't until three days before the club's opening that Daqun's finishing touches were completed. Lanhua kept her promise and made love with Daqun on his cot. Daqun said, "Thinking back, that time when I... you didn't seem to have much effort, and you seemed quite cooperative." "It's been so long, and you still remember?" "Of course. I remember it very clearly, just that one time with you." Afterwards, Lanhua remembered someone and said, "Daqun, I'll introduce you to a temporary wife." "Who?" "Jiafang. How about it?" "Okay. You must help me with this; I'll thank you properly if it's done." Guiling knew Dazhi had other women, but she didn't mind; she hadn't expected him to. That morning, she was sending instructions in a QQ group for restaurants in a neighboring village when a girl barged in and asked her directly, "Are you Zhang Guiling?" Guiling naturally felt hostile and said, "Yes. Who are you?" "I'm Peng Dazhi's girlfriend. My name is Huang Tingting. I want to talk to you." "You're Dazhi's girlfriend? What do you want to say?" There were two chairs opposite Guiling's desk, and Huang Tingting unceremoniously sat down. "Dazhi and I have been together for three years." Originally, she called herself Peng Dazhi, but hearing Guiling call her Dazhi, she changed her address. "Dazhi likes me and said he wants to divorce you and marry me. He said you're all old and haggard, and he doesn't love you. But I don't think you're old and haggard; you're still young and pretty." Guiling was furious. You, Dazhi, you keep a woman, and you treat me like this. And this mistress, I haven't even settled accounts with you, yet you're coming after me. What kind of world is this? “Dazhi has never talked to me about divorce, nor has he ever mentioned that you exist,” Guiling said, trying to remain calm. She knew that the more nonchalant she appeared, the more uncomfortable this mistress would become. “He really never said that?” “No. Absolutely.” Guiling observed Huang Tingting with interest, watching her expression change. “You, Peng Dazhi, you’ve been lying to me for so many years. You said you’d buy me a house and a car, but those were all empty promises. No wonder you’ve been avoiding me these past few months; you wanted to kick me to the curb. Humph, not so easy.” She stood up and yelled at Guiling, “Zhang Guiling, I’m telling you today, Peng Dazhi is determined to divorce you and marry me. If he doesn’t agree, this isn’t over!” With that, she slung her small handbag over her shoulder, turned, and walked away in her high heels. Guiling listened to her footsteps echoing down the corridor, quickening as she descended the stairs, and gradually fading away. Guiling called Dazhi's cell phone: "Dazhi, come home early tonight, I have something to do." "I can't, I have a social engagement tonight." "Cancel the engagement. Yes, it's very important. Don't regret it if you don't come back." Guiling has always been very good-tempered and has never treated Dazhi like this before. Dazhi knew it was no small matter, so he had to cancel the gathering and went home very early. In fact, most of his social engagements outside were not for business purposes, but for gatherings with friends and dates with women. Almost every boss he knew was like this. Chapter 097 The Mistress Wants to Take Over (2) When Dazhi entered the door, Guiling was sitting on the sofa with a huff, not even glancing at him. Dazhi carefully sat down and asked, "What's the matter that's so urgent?" Guiling tried to control her emotions and asked Xiaoxia to take the child to the room to do homework. Then she asked Dazhi, "Do you have a woman outside?" Dazhi said confidently, "No." "That's not interesting. Have I asked you this question all these years?" Dazhi shook his head. "You think I don't know you have other women? You sleep with me less than once a month, it's no wonder you have other women. But I haven't even asked you, haven't I been lenient enough? Don't try to deny it. Today, your mistress, what's her name, Huang Tingting, came to my company." "What! She came to see you?" "She asked me to divorce you and then marry her. She said you promised her yourself that you'd buy her a house and a car. She also said you called me a 'yellow-faced woman.' Did you say that?" "No." Dazhi's voice clearly lacked confidence. "Fine. I don't care how many women you have, let's cut to the chase. I only ask you one question: Are you getting a divorce?" "No." This time Dazhi was very firm. "A man's word is his bond. If you say you're getting a divorce today, we'll go through the formalities tomorrow. If you say you're not, you'd better get rid of that Huang Tingting and never let any other mistress bother me again." "No, no. Absolutely not." Dazhi truly had never considered divorce. All his friends who were business owners had mistresses, and while trying to appease them, they all talked about divorce, but none of them truly wanted a divorce. Some did get divorced, but that was probably because the mistress was too powerful, or the wife mishandled the situation. Recently, Guiling and Lanhua's wife-swapping game had been exciting and novel for him, so he'd been dating Huang Tingting less. Who knew this little vixen would pull this tactic again? He secretly resolved to get rid of her and never use her again.

He was pondering how to deal with Huang Tingting—whether to give her some money and agree to cut off all contact, or something else—when Guiling spoke up again: "Okay. I'll trust you this once, so I won't divorce you this time. But if something like this happens again, I'll divorce you immediately."

"Okay. I'll definitely handle it."

Guiling's tone softened, and she said, "Do you think I have anything to say to you? Aren't you happy with your third sister-in-law?"

Dazhi felt a weight lifted from his heart and said, "That's why I haven't been seeing Huang Tingting lately; I wanted to break up with her. Who knew she'd pull this stunt?"

Their eyes met, and they smiled at each other; Guiling's anger dissipated. This was their tacit understanding; they both knew that this game with their third brother and sister-in-law would be played frequently in the future.

However, how to deal with Huang Tingting troubled Dazhi. From today's events, it was clear that this girl was not simple and not easy to handle.

After dinner, Dazhi and Guiling took a shower and sat on the bed in the bedroom watching TV. Guiling said, "Dazhi, give me a massage."

"Where?"

Guiling pointed to her chest: "Here. It's because you made me angry."

Dazhi immediately massaged her breasts: "Let's massage here instead."

Guiling giggled and grabbed Dazhi's lower body. He hadn't felt this way in a long time, only when they were newly married and when Guiling first came to Shanghai.

Dazhi thought Guiling looked particularly sexy and charming tonight, as if love had returned. After going inside and having a passionate moment, they tacitly stopped to talk.

Dazhi said, "I know you have a man too."

"Of course you know. When Zhigang came to our house, wasn't it you who arranged it?"

"You knew?"

"Who didn't know? Actually, you didn't need to do this, Zhigang would have helped."

"I was just worried he wouldn't help. That time was too crucial."

"So you sold me out, made me exchange with Zhigang."

"It's not exactly an exchange. I know you like Zhigang, and I guess you and he's already been intimate. Right?"

Guiling fell silent.

"When did it start?"

"Before he came to Shanghai, I was back in my hometown, and I hadn't had a man for over a year. I couldn't stand it anymore, so I seduced him."

"Oh, you little slut, you're out looking for men. Today I'll make you pay."

They both reached their climax simultaneously.

Chapter 098 "Mistress Salon"

The "Second China Cultural Industry Development Strategy Forum, 'Neighbor Village Cup'" was a complete success, and the Neighbor Village Club became famous throughout Shanghai. Zhigang started a "Neighbor Village Salon" in the club, an event held every Saturday afternoon. Each session had a theme, inviting relevant experts and scholars, and others could participate voluntarily, exchanging ideas with the experts and scholars up close. Soon, the "Neighbor Village Salon" was overcrowded, so the number of participants was limited to a maximum of 15 people each time, and advance registration was required, with participation only confirmed upon receipt of a notification.

As the number of applicants for the Neighbor Village Salon increased, Zhigang also implemented a membership system, giving priority to members of the Neighbor Village Club. Qianghui didn't require the Neighbor Village Club to be profitable, or rather, he didn't expect it to be profitable so quickly, but unexpectedly, it started making a profit shortly after opening.

Guiling is the general manager of the Lincun Guild Hall, so she's also in charge of the "Lincun Salon." Because it's held weekly, she's incredibly busy with planning, inviting experts, and notifying members. Although she has several people working for her, some things she has to do personally. This session's theme was "The Inspiration of Traditional Huizhou Merchants for Contemporary Huizhou Merchants," and she invited Professor Liu Cheng-cai, a professor at Anhui University and an expert on Huizhou studies, to host it. Professor Liu came from Hefei by high-speed train, and Guiling arranged for someone to pick him up at Hongqiao Railway Station. After picking him up, they arranged lunch and rest, and only breathed a sigh of relief when the salon started at 3 pm.

The attendees of this salon were undoubtedly all entrepreneurs from Anhui, who didn't really understand traditional Huizhou merchants. After listening to Professor Liu's explanation, they all suddenly understood. The salon atmosphere was very lively. Midway through, two young women entered. They sat in a corner and listened for a while. One of them raised her hand to ask a question. Before Professor Liu could agree, she asked, "Professor Liu, did all traditional Huizhou merchants keep mistresses?"

This question was like a bucket of cold water poured into a pot of boiling water; everyone fell silent. The girl who asked the question stood up and said, "I know, traditional Huizhou merchants definitely kept mistresses, but back then they weren't called mistresses, they were called concubines. The first wife of a Huizhou merchant would raise the children in their hometown, while the concubines would help them manage their businesses in Shanghai, Hangzhou, Yangzhou, and other places. Their success was largely due to the concubines. Many of the concubines of Huizhou merchants were later elevated to the position of principal wife. Have you seen the Huangmei Opera, starring Han Zaifen, called 'Huizhou Women'? It's about a Huizhou merchant who went out to do business, and his family arranged for him to marry a first wife he had never met in his hometown." She waited her whole life. This was an indictment of the feudal system. This first wife should have married someone else long ago, even just had a lover. Waiting her whole life like this makes her a victim. Of course, there was no love between her and her husband, whom she had never met. The real affection was with the concubine. And you Huizhou merchants nowadays, you keep first wives at home and keep mistresses outside, but very few of you give the mistresses a proper title, not even as much as the concubines of the past.”

After listening to the girl’s seemingly knowledgeable yet illogical words, everyone was puzzled and began asking each other who she was. She heard or guessed that everyone wanted to know who she was, and continued, "Don't ask anymore. My name is Huang Tingting, and I'm the mistress of Peng Dazhi, the Anhui merchant. Zhang Guiling, the person in charge of this salon, is Peng Dazhi's first wife. I graduated from university with a bachelor's degree in business administration, and Peng Dazhi's success today is partly due to my efforts. I'm here today to confront Peng Dazhi and his wife, to demand a proper status. Peng Dazhi isn't here today, but his wife can't escape. I suggest this salon be renamed, given a permanent name, 'Mistress Salon.' Do you agree?"

Upon hearing this, a busybody blurted out, "Agreed!"

causing a burst of laughter.

Guiling was resting in her office, intending to take a break before going to the salon, when a young woman ran in to report that two women were disrupting the meeting.

Guiling went downstairs and entered the room, where she saw Huang Tingting giving a passionate speech, and her anger flared. She walked out of the venue and dialed Dazhi's number: "Dazhi, your mistress is causing trouble at the club. Come over right now."

Huang Tingting was still giving a speech inside. She pointed to the girl who came with her and said, "She's my classmate, and also the mistress of your Anhui merchants, so I came with her today to demand an explanation. I'm also going to contact dozens of mistresses to come and participate in this 'Mistress Salon' every Saturday to add some highlights to your 'Mistress Club'."

With her disruption, the salon could not continue, but the participants' interest only increased. Even Professor Liu listened to her speech with great interest.

Chapter 099 Heart-to-Heart Talk

with the Mistress Dazhi rushed in and pulled Huang Tingting to leave. Huang Tingting refused to go and stood there, saying to the crowd, "Look, this is the ungrateful Peng Dazhi. I touched his sore spot today, and he's furious. What are you trying to do? I'm not going with you, I want to participate in the forum."

Huang Tingting was pulled to the door, grabbing the door frame with one hand, refusing to move. Seeing he couldn't pull her hand away, Da Zhi let go and slapped Huang Tingting hard across the face. The slap was so loud it drowned out the noise of the entire room. A bright red handprint immediately appeared on Huang Tingting's fair face. She froze for a moment, then sat down on the ground and burst into tears.

The meeting room was in complete chaos. Gui Ling said to her secretary, Xiao Wang, "Take some people and follow her, arrange for her to go to the office, and I'll talk to her later."

Gui Ling said to Da Zhi, "Why don't you get out of here? Are you going to embarrass yourself?"

Da Zhi, his face flushed, fled in panic.

Gui Ling entered the meeting room and said to Professor Liu, "Professor Liu, I'm so sorry for what happened today."

Professor Liu said, “It’s alright, this might not be a bad thing. The questions raised by this mistress are quite insightful; perhaps they’ve given me a research topic. For example, the cultural roots and commercial factors of traditional Huizhou merchants’ practice of concubinage and modern businessmen’s keeping mistresses.”

Guiling’s face flushed. Controlling her emotions, she said, “Since Professor Liu thinks this topic is worth discussing, let’s change the theme of today’s forum. You all continue with this topic, and I need to meet with this mistress. Let’s try to get her to have dinner with everyone tonight and continue our discussion. Okay?”

“Okay,”

everyone unanimously agreed.

Guiling had this ability: she didn’t cause trouble, but she wasn’t afraid of it either. Once something happened, no matter how big, she would face it head-on and calmly. Back in the office, Huang Tingting was still sobbing in her chair, her colleague handing her tissues and comforting her. Secretary Xiao Wang stood by watching.

Guiling said, “Xiao Wang, go ahead and get busy; leave this to me.”

Xiao Wang nodded and left. Guiling sat down at her desk, watching Huang Tingting cry.

Dazhi's slap was hard enough; the red mark on Huang Tingting's face hadn't faded yet. It looked like it wouldn't disappear anytime soon. No wonder, any man would probably have done the same. She had completely ripped off Dazhi's dignity. Sigh, women, why can't they understand giving men a little self-respect? If you give them even a little self-respect, they'll cut off their heads and give them to you.

Huang Tingting knew Guiling was sitting opposite her, and gradually stopped crying.

Guiling said, "Tingting, do you know how stupid you were today?"

Huang Tingting didn't speak, seemingly understanding.

"With this commotion today, you've completely lost Dazhi. As your rival, I won without a fight; you handed the victory to me. But I don't care for this victory. Actually, as a woman, I understand you very well. We're both victims, both deceived by Dazhi. Don't you agree?"

Huang Tingting remained silent, maintaining her original posture. Guiling knew she was listening: "I knew a long time ago that Dazhi had women outside, and it certainly wasn't just you."

Huang Tingting slightly raised her head.

“I didn’t even ask Dazhi, I just pretended it never happened. Why? Because Dazhi is good to me, I know he still cares about me, cares about this family, and I care about him too. But I can’t stop him from doing things outside. I know that as a wife, I’m powerless in this kind of situation. What else can I do? Follow him? Make a scene? Whether I follow him or make a scene, the result will be a quick divorce.”

“I don’t know why you’re with Dazhi, whether you love him or it’s for money. I believe you love him, because if you didn’t love him, you wouldn’t have acted so drastically today. If it was just for money, I know Dazhi has talked to you these past few days, wanting to give you some money and break off the relationship, so you could have taken the money and left, there was no need to make a scene. So, is it because you think the money is too little? No. If you think the money is too little, you can continue to negotiate, there’s no need to make a scene, especially risking not getting a single penny. Am I right?”

It seems these words struck a chord with Huang Tingting, she looked up, her eyes filled with tears, and nodded at Guiling.

"Alright."

Guiling pulled out a few tissues for her, her voice softening as she said, "I believe we'll definitely become friends. It's not wrong that we both fell in love with the same man, it's just that our methods of handling things differed. Since we can fall in love with the same man, it proves we have something in common, so why can't we be good friends? How about this, you two stay tonight, have dinner together, and I'll arrange accommodations. It's convenient to eat and stay here. We can have a good talk tonight. Okay?"

Guiling asked the other girl, "What's your surname? Tian. Okay, Xiao Tian, she needs some emotional support tonight, so you can stay with her. I'll send a car to take you there tomorrow. Now let's go have dinner together, with the people attending the salon and Professor Liu. We need to be bold and discuss things directly. Let them be surprised that we've become friends so quickly. It's just a 'mistress forum,' right? Let's discuss that topic."

Guiling's last sentence made Huang Tingting and Xiao Tian laugh.

Chapter 100 Dinner with the Mistress

Everyone was surprised that Guiling actually brought Huang Tingting along, and everyone stood up and applauded.

Two tables were set up in the restaurant. Guiling, Xiaohuang, and Xiaotian sat at Professor Liu's table. The red mark on Huang Tingting's face had faded, but it was still visible. Cold dishes were already on the table, and the waiter filled everyone's small wine glasses. Guiling asked Professor Liu, "Shall we begin?"

Professor Liu nodded. Guiling picked up her glass, stood up, and said, "Gentlemen, I'm sorry about today's event; there was a slight mishap. I'll drink this first to apologize."

With that, she downed her drink in one gulp. The waiter beside her refilled her glass.

"This second glass is for Xiaohuang and Xiaotian. You caused us trouble, but you also added to the fun and enriched the forum's content. This was an unexpected idea no planner could have come up with. Sometimes accidents aren't bad; as long as they're handled well, we can all be friends. Just like how we've become friends now. Cheers!"

Xiaohuang and Xiaotian stood up and drank with Guiling.

"This third toast is for everyone. Thank you for your understanding and support. Perhaps I really will plan a forum on the theme of 'mistresses,' because it's a reality, and we can't avoid it; we must face it and study it. I think everyone will be interested in this topic. If there are too many people, I'll have to sell tickets."

Everyone stood up, and someone shouted, "Cheers to mistresses!"

Everyone drank in a gulp amidst laughter.

Liu Weiqiang, chairman of Changchuan Logistics Group, sitting next to Professor Liu, stood up with his glass and said to Gui Ling, "President Zhang, my first toast today is to you."

Gui Ling quickly stood up, "I don't deserve it. You should toast Professor Liu first."

"Of course, I should toast Professor Liu. But I have my reasons for toasting you. You handled this matter flawlessly today, almost like giving us a live demonstration in an MBA class, showcasing a classic case of crisis public relations for a sudden event. This is an unexpected gain from attending the salon today. I'll drink first." Chairman Liu Weiqiang drank it all in one gulp, and Gui Ling had no choice but to drink hers as well.

Zhu Xianmin, the general manager of the decoration company sitting at another table, walked over with a wine glass and said, "Chairman Liu is right. We've had so many unexpected gains today. These kinds of gains are rare and hard to come by, and we're fortunate to have encountered them. Mr. Zhang, I also want to toast you."

Professor Liu also stood up and said, "I share everyone's feelings. Mr. Zhang, you are the star of today. It's not that I lack knowledge, but today's salon content and your performance were so brilliant. I also want to toast you."

Gui Ling couldn't handle it anymore, so she quickly pushed Huang Tingting to the front: "Everyone, actually, the star of today is Huang Tingting. Without her meddling, there wouldn't be today's brilliance. I believe most of you here have mistresses, but do you understand mistresses? Do you respect mistresses? Do you know why they become mistresses? As men, we should respect every woman, including mistresses. So, let's welcome Huang Tingting to say a few words."

Everyone applauded in welcome, and Huang Tingting stood up and said, "No one wants to be a mistress. It's just that there are too few good men now. If you can't be the boss, you have to be the mistress."

Huang Tingting's frankness made everyone applaud again. The nosy person was Wu Bing, the owner of the construction company. He asked, "So, you'd rather be a mistress to a good man than marry a bad one?"

"Yes. Would you marry a woman you have absolutely no feelings for?"

"I would,"

Wu Bing liked to joke like that, "and then marry another mistress."

Everyone burst into laughter again.

Huang Tingting continued, “Don’t think that being a mistress is all about money. At least I’m not. Sister Guiling was right just now; if it were about money, I wouldn’t be here making a scene today. The truth is: Peng Dazhi asked me yesterday how much money I would have to break up with him. That stung me. Can money buy back what I’ve given him? People say the younger generation only cares about money and not feelings, but that’s wrong. No matter how society progresses or how times change, some things are unchangeable, like love, which will always be sacred and noble. Whether it’s the 80s or 90s generation, people say the 90s generation are aliens. Even if they really are aliens, love still holds the highest place in their hearts.”

Another round of applause followed. Wu Bing said, “You’re too good. Be my mistress.”

Since Huang Tingting was already familiar with everyone, she didn’t stand on ceremony anymore. Knowing Wu Bing was a joker, she retorted, “I wouldn’t even consider being your wife.”

Another burst of laughter followed.

"I apologize for disrupting everyone's plans today. But this first drink is for Sister Guiling. Her words really resonated with me. Especially that sentence: 'Since we've fallen in love with the same man, it proves we have something in common.' She didn't see us as mistresses and wives, but as two completely equal women. Sister Guiling, I'll drink first." Guiling

reluctantly drank another glass.

Luckily, Guiling had a high alcohol tolerance, otherwise she would have been completely drunk.

Chapter 101 Jiafang and Daqun

Under Lanhua's matchmaking, Daqun and Jiafang really became a temporary couple, renting a room at the migrant workers' home.

Jiafang had worked very hard these past few years, selling vegetables from dawn till dusk every day, without any help. Dahai had been in Beijing for many years, only having marital relations with her when they returned to their hometown for the Spring Festival. Dahai certainly didn't lack women in Beijing, but Jiafang didn't have a man.

Jiafang was only good at talking; even her third sister-in-law had to give her some leeway. She spoke without restraint, and everyone thought she never lacked men. Actually, she's very picky about men. She's had a few relationships over the years, but she didn't stay with them for long.

Daqun is exactly what Jia Fang wants. Daqun is honest and hardworking, which is why Dazhi valued him so much, training him to be a capable project manager and entrusting him with the most important projects. In fact, with Daqun's current abilities and resources, he's far better off than when Dazhi started his business; he could easily start his own company, but he's never considered it. This isn't just out of loyalty to Dazhi, but also because he doesn't want to be a boss. He's outwardly honest but inwardly intelligent. After years of experience, he's mastered all engineering tasks and even has some small innovations and inventions. He knows not everyone can be a boss, and not everyone wants to be one.

Daqun actually prefers Lan Hua, but he thought it was just a fleeting thought, or a way to reminisce about the details of their time together. Unexpectedly, when the neighboring village's guild hall project ended, Lan Hua gave him a sweet reward, making him unable to resist. He asked Lan Hua, "Now that Jia Fang and I are living together, what will I do if I want you again?"

Lan Hua smiled mysteriously and said, "If you can help me get Jia Fang to sleep with my third brother, I'll still sleep with you."

Da Qun said in surprise, "You're helping your third brother find women? Aren't you jealous?"

"Why would I be jealous? My third brother is too good in bed. He's slept with other women, so he's even better to me."

"As long as Jia Fang is willing, of course I'm willing."

Lan Hua arranged a business trip for herself to Shandong and Henan to investigate the market. Someone had applied to be the general agent for a neighboring village's catering business in these two provinces, and she could have sent someone else. Lan Hua asked Jia Fang to take care of her third brother and the child, and then said, "My third brother is really good in bed. If you want, go ahead and sleep with him. Anyway, I won't see it."

Jia Fang said, "Then I'll really sleep with him. Don't regret it."

Da Qun said to Jia Fang, "I'll have to stay at the construction site for the next few days. This project is at a critical stage, and I have to keep an eye on it day and night."

Jia Fang had free time in the afternoon, so she went to her third brother's house to do chores. She cooked for them, washed dishes, swept the floor, and did laundry. After putting the children to bed that night, she asked, "Third Brother, is there anything else?"

Third Brother replied, "No."

"You should go to sleep too."

"It's too early to sleep now, I want to watch TV for a while."

"Then I'll watch with you for a bit."

Actually, Jiafang should have gone to sleep much earlier; she had to get up at 4 a.m. every day to wholesale vegetables. She sat down next to Third Brother, hugged him, and kissed him. Third Brother kissed her back without hesitation. Although Lan Hua didn't say anything, Third Brother knew that Lan Hua meant for Jiafang to sleep with him.

Third Brother wasn't good at kissing, nor did he know how to be gentle. He directly urged Jiafang to take off her clothes, and then entered her roughly, causing Jiafang pain, but the pain quickly subsided, and she even hoped Third Brother would be rougher. Third Brother could move continuously for a long time, giving Jiafang unbearable pleasure. She could feel that if it weren't for the fact that he was missing an arm, making the movements awkward, Third Brother could continue for even longer.

Third Brother's vigor made Jiafang feel completely comfortable inside and out, and she realized that what Lan Hua had said was true. Third Brother is like Zhang Fei in appearance, masculine, direct and rough, while Daqun is gentle, inward, careful and agile. They are different, but both leave Jiafang with endless aftertaste. Except for the sex life with Dahai when she first got married, which was satisfying and pleasant, and she often had orgasms, she has not had a satisfactory sex life in recent years. None of the men she has had have brought her to orgasm. She has not had an orgasm with Daqun recently either, but she had an orgasm on her first time with Third Brother.

The next day at noon, after returning from the vegetable market, Jiafang went straight to Third Brother's house, closed the door and asked Third Brother to have sex with her. She did it for two hours before stopping. Then Third Brother went to pick up the children from school and Jiafang did housework. After putting the children to sleep at night, Jiafang couldn't wait to have Third Brother again. She seemed to want to make up for all the things she had lost over the years.

Jiafang was grateful to Lanhua from the bottom of her heart. She could finally have a good sex life.

On the third day, Lanhua returned from her business trip.

Chapter 102 How to be a woman (1)

Guiling really held a salon related to mistresses. Of course, it was not called a mistress salon. The theme was: How to be a woman. The salon was hosted by Qiao Li, a renowned sociology professor at the Chinese Academy of Social Sciences. Qiao Li is another female scholar who focuses on sexual issues, following in the footsteps of Li Yinhe, and some of her views are even bolder and more progressive.

The notice stated that the salon was for women, especially wives of entrepreneurs, who were encouraged to take half a day off from housework, mahjong, shopping, and travel to attend and discuss women's issues.

The notice was sent to members and prospective members of the neighboring village association, hoping they would encourage their wives to attend. Unexpectedly, registration was overwhelming, exceeding 20 people on the first day alone, so the limit was increased to 50. Originally, the salon was held in the reception room, where everyone sat on sofas, and some even stood—a casual and relaxed atmosphere. However, due to space constraints, it had to be moved to a multi-functional hall.

Gui Ling led Professor Qiao Li into the hall, where more than fifty women dressed in different styles of clothing stood up and applauded. The scene was colorful, vibrant, and dazzling. Gui Ling had attended many conferences, but had never seen such a diverse and colorful scene. She thought that even at a women's congress, where dress was required to be dignified, there wouldn't be such a scene. Everyone sat in a circle around the long, oval conference table, like a giant, colorful necklace.

Guiling glanced around the room and saw that Yuqin was there, along with Huang Tingting, Xiaotian, and others. She guessed that most of the so-called wives present today were mistresses. The legal wives rarely wanted to attend such events; in fact, they really should have come. Guiling first briefly introduced Professor Qiao Li, then, following the salon format, explained the theme and related matters, inviting everyone to ask questions, which Professor Qiao Li would answer.

The room fell silent for a while, with no one asking questions. Qiao Li then said, "Let me start. Everyone's not quite warmed up yet, but once you're in the mood, you'll be eager to speak. Today, everyone here is a woman, so we can speak without restraint. Today's theme is how to be a woman, and as you all know, my research focuses on sex, so let's talk about women and sex. I can't give a long presentation on my research, because this is a salon, not a forum, and time is limited. General Manager Guiling just told me that the main format of a salon is a consultation-style approach, like a doctor examining a patient. You have to describe your symptoms first so the doctor can diagnose and prescribe medicine, rather than just reciting classics like the *Huangdi Neijing* or *Compendium of Materia Medica*."

Qiao Li's words elicited laughter, and the atmosphere became more lively, with whispers circulating. At this moment, Yu Qin raised her hand and spoke: "Let me ask a question first. Professor Qiao Li, what are your views on *? Is it moral?"

Another murmur rippled through the room; no one had expected the first question to be so direct and pointed.

Qiao Li adjusted the microphone in front of her and said, "Pure sex has no moral issues. For example, you're not married and don't have a boyfriend, and then you find a man online and have sex with him in a hotel. This isn't immoral because you haven't made any commitment to anyone. But if you're married, or have a boyfriend and are planning to get married, then the marriage contract is your commitment, and only then can it be considered immoral." "What

if your boyfriend or husband doesn't object? Or what if he himself has sex?"

"If they don't object, of course there's no problem. In the second case, it depends on whether you two have a tacit understanding. If you have a tacit understanding, then there's no moral issue."

The room stirred again. Huang Tingting raised her hand and asked, "Professor Qiao, what's your opinion on the issue of mistresses?"

"The term 'mistress' itself is discriminatory. If you are in that position, you should refuse to use or be used with this term. When our First Mother, Soong Ching-ling, fell in love with Sun Yat-sen, could you call her a mistress?"

A round of applause drowned out Qiao Li's voice, and everyone became excited.

Qiao Li continued, “Love is free and irrational. It starts as a feeling, a fleeting thought of unspoken understanding, and has nothing to do with whether the other person is married or not. The issue lies in how you, he, and his wife handle it. Of course, this is a very complex issue, and I can't explain it clearly today. If you encounter similar problems in the future, you can consult me.”

Another person asked, “If a woman has a strong sex drive and her husband can't satisfy it, so she seeks satisfaction from other men, is that immoral?”

“People's moral views differ, leading to different conclusions. Like the previous question, issues concerning sex are very complex and cannot be generalized; each case must be addressed individually. For example, if you are starving and beg for food or eat food given to you, it's not necessarily immoral. But if you steal or rob, that's immoral. The boundary should be whether you have infringed upon the interests and rights of others. Broadly speaking, if many members of a society are starving, then that society and its rulers are immoral, not the starving people. If having an affair is immoral, then is the lack of sexual satisfaction moral?”

"Wow..."

A burst of enthusiastic applause rang out.

Chapter 103 How We Should Be Women (2)

The woman continued to press, "Could you please be more specific? What methods does she have to solve this problem?"

"A relatively safe method is that she can masturbate, or use sex toys, which are sold in sex shops. I think some of you here have used them. She can also have her husband help her masturbate, but of course, don't hurt her husband's self-esteem. If you want to have an affair, the premise is that it must be safe: safe for your family, safe for yourself, and safe for others. It's best to have your husband's consent."

Someone below said, "Which husband wants his wife to have an affair?"

Everyone laughed. Qiao Li also laughed, "Yes, it's not that there aren't any, but most husbands don't want to, even if they don't have the ability, they don't want their spouses to find someone else to satisfy them. As for the pain of their spouses not being satisfied, they don't care. It's selfish, but it's also reality. I can't teach you too much in detail, because everyone's situation is different. What might be right for one person might be instigating a crime for another. So I'd better not teach you."

Another burst of laughter and applause followed.

Someone asked, "Is it okay to hire a male prostitute?"

"That depends on the country. In some countries, prostitution is illegal, like in China, so you can't go. In other countries, it's legal, so you can. The premise is safety. Legal and safe."

"Do you think prostitution should be legal?"

"I think prostitution should be legal. I submitted a proposal on this issue at the National People's Congress. However, since current Chinese law considers it illegal, we cannot break the law."

A sharp voice asked, "Professor Qiao Li, are you satisfied with your sex life?"

Everyone quieted down to hear Qiao Li's answer. Qiao Li smiled and said, "I knew someone would ask this question, it's okay, I'm happy to answer. I'm 45 years old this year. Would you believe me if I said I don't have sex? Even if you did, would it make a difference? Would I be pure and noble? No. I'm divorced because of disharmony in my sex life. Now I don't want to remarry, but I have sexual partners. I can also tell you that I'm very satisfied with my current sex life. So, are you satisfied now?"

Applause rang out again.

Someone else asked, "How many sexual partners do you have?"

Everyone laughed. Qiao Li said, "That's private. I won't tell you."

Lan Hua finally asked a question: "Professor Qiao, I founded the Migrant Workers' Home with the initial goal of solving the sexual problems of migrant workers. Of course, we can only solve them to a limited extent. What are your thoughts on the sexual problems of migrant workers?" Qiao Li said, "The sexual problems of migrant workers are a huge, hidden social problem that deserves attention. However, given the current state of our country and the development of our legal system, it is still very difficult to solve. Currently, we can only rely on people like you with insight to do some work, although this is only a drop in the ocean. But doing something is better than doing nothing. In fact, most of the work is being done or solved by another hidden social problem, namely prostitution."

"This is another kind of injustice in society today. Bosses can keep mistresses and concubines, and even those who patronize prostitutes in the city are considered 'snobbish' because they're well-fed and clothed. But what about migrant workers? They work hard far from home and family just to survive, and their desires have nowhere to go but to squeeze out a little from their hard-earned money to patronize the lowest-class prostitutes. So I think even law enforcement should be selective. For example, when cracking down on prostitution, we should target those who book rooms in high-end hotels, while we can turn a blind eye to migrant workers who patronize prostitutes in hair salons. This is also beneficial to social stability."

The salon was a huge success, exceeding Guiling's own expectations. The neighboring village's clubhouse suddenly gained many female members, who strongly requested more women-themed salons. Guiling's plan was pushed forward, and it was decided to hold at least one women's salon per month.

Guiling and Huang Tingting's relationship grew better and better, and they could talk about almost anything. Huang Tingting and Dazhi had been together for three years and still had feelings for each other, but ever since Dazhi slapped her, a rift had formed between them. They didn't see each other or speak after that. Huang Tingting was unemployed and returned the apartment Dazhi had rented for her. Guiling then asked her to work at the village association in the neighboring village. Huang Tingting was willing to do this work, especially organizing women's salons, which excited her.

Dazhi and Guiling discussed it several times, saying that Huang Tingting should be compensated. Guiling agreed, but Huang Tingting firmly refused. Guiling said, "You've sacrificed yourself these past few years by not working for Dazhi; you deserve it."

"Sister Guiling, I'm not trying to prove I don't love money; I just don't want to go against my feelings."

"What do you mean?"

"I still think I love Dazhi. Please don't take that away from me, okay?"

"As long as you don't compete with me for Dazhi, whether you love him or not is your own business."

Guiling thought this girl was quite cute, a bit like herself.

Chapter 104 Yuqin and Annie

Yuqin was also very interested in the women's salon and attended every time, often bringing some female friends along. Sometimes, after dinner, they didn't want to leave and would continue chatting with Guiling, Lanhua, Huang Tingting, and others until midnight. Guiling would then casually open a few guest rooms for them to sleep in. These women were all incredibly lazy, sleeping until noon the next day, and wouldn't get up unless woken up. Since it was the weekend and they didn't have to work, Guiling would treat them to lunch, skipping breakfast. So, a women's salon often actually continued until noon the next day.

There was a girl who often came with Yuqin, named Annie, who was the sales director of a foreign pharmaceutical company. Guiling had asked Yuqin about her name; she was indeed surnamed An, but Yuqin didn't know whether her parents had given her the given name or she had chosen it herself. In foreign companies, everyone is required to have an English name, but she took the easy way out; Annie was already an English name. Yuqin and Annie were both advocates and pioneers of women's freedom and openness. Their frequent promotion of the idea in the salon was that gender equality could only be achieved when women keeping mistresses was as common as men's. Yuqin's views were more radical, stating that sex and love were not necessarily linked. While love could certainly enhance sex, it was equally possible without it. She believed that sex was primarily an interaction and cooperation between two bodies, mainly driven by subconscious instincts. She argued that one shouldn't have any thoughts during sex, as these would inevitably distract and affect the quality of the experience.

Neither Yuqin nor Annie attended the 50th salon, which was also the 8th women's salon. Guiling wondered why Yuqin, who attended every session and had registered for this one, hadn't come. Could something have happened to her?

After the forum, as usual, dinner was served. Actually, from the beginning, the forum was just about tea, not meals. However, from the very first forum, some attendees, wanting more, suggested treating everyone, and others responded, so there was always a meal. After dinner, a few women lingered in the reception room, chatting and drinking tea. However, Yuqin and Annie didn't make any shocking statements today; they chatted casually for a while before dispersing, their enthusiasm waning. Guiling went home, took a shower, and had just lain down with her third brother when her phone rang. She glanced at it; there was no name on it, it was an unfamiliar number.

"Is this Mr. Zhang from the neighboring village's club?"

"Yes, it's me."

"I'm a friend of Yuqin and Annie, I attended the neighboring village's salon. Something bad has happened, Yuqin and Annie have been arrested."

"What? Why were they arrested?"

"They went to an event today, and the police arrested everyone who attended. One of the policemen is an old friend of Yuqin's, and he secretly called me, that's how I found out."

"The police said they'd try to bail them out first. They also said they found your club's membership card on Yuqin, and they might come to the club to investigate tomorrow."

The next morning, Guiling told Zhigang about Yuqin's arrest. Zhigang, who had planned to go out, decided to stay and wait for the police. Just after 10 a.m., the police arrived, as expected. Four policemen arrived, and Zhigang and Guiling greeted them together.

After they sat down, the lead officer said, "Shi Yuqin and dozens of others have been detained for suspected group sex. She is a member of your neighboring village's association. We're here today to learn about your association's situation."

"Group sex?"

Guiling thought, "Yuqin would do something like that." Zhigang

asked his secretary to bring the association's brochure, catalogs, and internal newspaper, "Neighboring Village Newspaper." The policemen flipped through them haphazardly and put them in their bags, ready to take them away. The lead officer asked, "We heard you run a women's salon here, and Shi Yuqin and the others often attend, is that right?"

Zhigang said, "Yes. The women's salon is part of the neighboring village's salon, held once or twice a month, specifically to discuss women's social and family issues. All participants are women, and experts from universities and social science academies are invited to answer questions. The topics and content discussed at each salon are all in the 'Neighboring Village Newspaper.'"

The policemen questioned for a full hour and a half, then left without even eating.

Guiling asked, "Zhigang, the police won't shut down our neighboring village's guild hall, will they?" "How could they? Everything we did was legal. Yuqin and the others didn't gather for a gang fight at the neighboring village's guild hall. This is just a routine investigation, don't worry."

"I'm worried that Yuqin and the others might be sentenced?"

"No. Even if it really was a gang fight, she was just a participant, maybe even unknowingly and passively involved. If anyone is sentenced, it will only be the organizers. However, we need to find a way to get her released first."

Chapter 105 Seeking Drinks to Calm Their Anxiety

Zhigang, Qianghui, and Wu Fan ran around everywhere, using all their connections, but they still hadn't gotten anywhere, yet Yuqin had already been released. As soon as she was released, she and Annie came to the neighboring village's guild hall to ask for drinks, asking Zhigang to set up a table for them to calm their nerves. Qianghui and Sister Wu also came, with Guiling, Lanhua, and Jing'er accompanying them.

As soon as they sat down, Zhigang asked, "What exactly happened?"

Yuqin didn't mince words, speaking frankly, "We're a group, usually a few people, maybe a dozen or so, dancing and singing, men and women. If two people like each other, they'll sneak out and find a place to have sex. But that day there were too many people, too much noise, and the situation was hard to control. And unlike before, the lights suddenly went out, and everyone took off their clothes to dance. You couldn't not take them off, or someone would touch you and rape you. In the dark, you could have sex with anyone you touched. I really didn't know it would be like this beforehand; by then, I had no choice. And then the police came in."

Lanhua said, "That's still considered group sex. Arresting you wasn't wrong."

"I admit it was group sex, but there's a problem with that clause in the law. You should still have freedom and rights in this situation."

Qianghui said, "Don't blame the law; go to the People's Congress and complain. Why were you released so quickly?"

“So I did nothing wrong, what else can they do?”

Zhigang looked at Sister Wu. Sister Wu knew he also had doubts about her wife-swapping circle, so she said, “Your circle is too chaotic. Even if nothing happens this time, something will happen sooner or later. If it were like before, where two people would go to a room to have sex whenever they wanted, that would be fine, the police wouldn’t care. But if a third person is present, they can say you’re engaging in group sex. Yuqin, you shouldn’t go to this circle anymore, it won’t do you any good. The people are too mixed, you don’t even know them, how can you have sex with them? Even Western wife-swapping clubs have higher requirements than your circle.”

“What wife-swapping club?”

Lanhua asked Sister Wu.

Sister Wu explained, “As long as you join the club, you can bring your wife or husband to the activities, and if you see someone you like during the activities, you can go to a room and have sex with them. It’s mainly for people who have been married for many years and feel that their sex life is monotonous and tiring. It can actually improve the interest and quality of their sex life.”

Lanhua looked at Guiling, who nodded knowingly. The two of them had unintentionally done just that.

“However,”

Sister Wu continued, “I think even Western-style wife-swapping clubs are too big. Ideally, there should only be a few couples, with high standards—people of similar upbringing, status, and position, who are also friends. They should have common topics to discuss and feel close to each other, making it easier for feelings to develop. Such a circle would be fine. So, Yuqin, if you want to find a long-term, stable boyfriend, I'll introduce you to one of these small circles, where members are scholars, professors, and the like.”

Annie said, “The hardest thing for Yuqin is to have a stable boyfriend. She's a womanizer; she wants any man she sees.”

Yuqin spat at her: "Nonsense. I prefer highly educated, knowledgeable men. Do you think I'd want to sleep with a migrant worker? I only date, I don't marry, and I change boyfriends frequently. However, I'm quite interested in the circle Sister Wu mentioned, it's just that finding a boyfriend is difficult."

"You have to find one,"

Sister Wu said, "This is already a relaxed requirement; they require married couples."

Guiling asked, "What if they get divorced?"

"It's strange, almost no couples in this circle get divorced. If you do get divorced, as long as you can prove that your new partner is indeed a remarriage partner, and that you always bring the same person, that's acceptable."

Zhigang said, "This phenomenon can be explained like this: people who are willing to let their spouses participate in wife-swapping activities are understanding and tolerant of each other, and they are less likely to have conflicts in life. Couples who frequently argue and threaten divorce are at least one selfish person who considers themselves instead of their partner."

“Yes,”

Sister Wu said. “In the West, a survey was conducted asking whether people could accept their spouse having sex with someone they liked. None of the couples with strained relationships answered yes, while over half of the couples with more harmonious relationships expressed understanding or willingness.”

Guiling said, “From this perspective, we need to redefine marriage. Marriage isn’t about possessing your partner, but about legally owning them. Possession is selfish and exclusive; ownership allows for more tolerance and sharing. Only such a marriage can last. Everyone talks about ‘managing’ a marriage now, which I find very distasteful. It’s like treating marriage like a business. Managing a marriage involves scheming, backstabbing, and maximizing profits. Even in a win-win situation, profit is paramount; otherwise, it wouldn’t be business. It lacks understanding and tolerance. How can marriage be like that? Therefore, marriage cannot be managed; understanding and tolerance are enough.”

“Agreed,”

Zhigang appreciated Guiling’s insights.

Yuqin went to the bathroom and then out into the yard for some fresh air; Zhigang was there too. Zhigang said, "Yuqin, I think there might be something wrong with your sexual orientation. You don't like having sex with one person and always want to try someone new. You should see a psychologist."

Yuqin said, "Yes, I also suspect there's something wrong with me. How come I don't want to have sex with a man a second time after just one time? It's not like I don't have sex; in fact, my sex drive is very strong. Could I really be infatuated? I once suspected it was a physiological problem and went to the hospital for a consultation. The doctor said the tendency wasn't very obvious and it wasn't due to physiological reasons. Everyone's sex drive is different, and mine is considered normal."

"But you haven't truly fallen in love with a man yet, there must be a reason for that."

"Maybe it's related to my upbringing?"

"Really? Is there anything special about your upbringing?"

"I wasn't a virgin when I was 12. Isn't that special?"

At this moment, the arguing in the room started again. Yuqin said, "I'll tell you about my experience when I have time. Let's go in now."

The banquet turned into a seminar. After the meal, everyone was still in high spirits and didn't want to stop. Since no one could drive, Guiling arranged for everyone to stay. Yuqin whispered to Guiling, "Guiling, I've been inside for over a week and I'm so thirsty. Can you give me Zhigang today?"

"No."

Guiling knew that Jing'er and Zhigang were together tonight, and she thought of Yang Decai. "I'll arrange something for you."

"It's just me and Annie."

"Okay."

Chapter 106 Yuqin's Terror (1)

Zhigang and Jing'er returned to the apartment. Zhigang asked, "Jing'er, do you agree with everyone's opinions today?" Jing'er

said, "I understand. But it's hard to do. Just thinking about watching another woman take you away, and knowing that she's doing 'that,' and then having sex with another man, makes me feel awkward."

"Your thinking is not bad. After all, we're not married yet, and it still feels fresh. If we've been married for twenty years, I'm afraid you can do it."

"No. You'll always be fresh to me."

"Is that so?"

Zhigang cupped Jing'er's small face, used the tip of his tongue to open her small mouth, and explored her tongue. Jing'er was already eager, and used her tongue to tightly wrap around Zhigang's tongue. ...

Gui Ling dialed Yang Decai's number and, hearing the music and awful singing, knew he was in a karaoke bar: "Young man, are you free now?"

"Yes. Miss me?"

"No, it's not me. I'm introducing you to a business deal. I also need a boy. Do you have one?"

"Yes. Where to?"

"At the guild hall in the neighboring village."

"Okay. I'll be there in half an hour."

Yu Qin wouldn't be able to sleep tonight without a man. She was originally sharing a standard room with Annie, but after Gui Ling called Yang Decai, she arranged another room for Annie. Annie was too lazy to move and lay on the bed saying, "Leave the room card here, I'll come over in a bit."

Yu Qin had taken a shower and wasn't wearing underwear, lying naked on the bed, chatting idly with Annie. Annie hadn't slept well these past few days in the detention center, and she drifted off to sleep as they talked.

Someone knocked on the door. Yu Qin wrapped herself in a towel and opened it. A tall young man, who looked to be no more than twenty years old, was quite handsome. The young man said, "Mr. Zhang sent me."

"Come in."

Yuqin let the young man in and closed the door.

"Sit down."

Yuqin pointed to the bed opposite where Annie was sleeping, and the young man sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Weren't you supposed to be two people? Why are you alone?"

"That person went out, so it's just me."

Yuqin sized up the young man: "What's your name?"

"Yang Decai."

"Is that your real name?"

"Yes, it's my real name. I can show you my ID if you don't believe me."

"No need. Whatever name you use doesn't matter to me, but people in your line of work usually use aliases."

"I don't do this full-time. I work in a karaoke bar, and I only do it when needed."

"How old are you?"

"Nineteen."

"That's when your sexual ability is at its peak. Men in this line of work can only last a shorter time than women, so your sexual ability will decline quickly."

"Yes. I know, that's why I don't do this full-time."

"What are your special skills for serving women?"

"I can last a long time."

"How long?"

"Usually two hours is enough for most women. If I encounter a woman with a particularly strong libido, I can last three hours."

"Okay. Go take a shower."

Yang Decai went to the bathroom. Yuqin patted Annie's bottom and said, "You should go now. I need to get to work."

Annie was still very sleepy, but Yuqin woke her up, and she didn't want to move: "You do your work, don't bother me."

"Stupid woman. I'm afraid you'll bother me."

"No, I'm sleeping like

a log." "Hmph. I'm just afraid you won't be able to sleep and will try to get a share. Don't even think about it, there's no share for you. I'll pretend you don't exist."

Yang Decai emerged wrapped in a bath towel. Yuqin, having been without a man for days, couldn't resist any longer. She laid Yang Decai down and mounted him. His penis was too long, reaching deep into her uterus, causing her to swell. She was forced to half-squat, her hands finding no leverage. This position was too awkward. She then knelt, supporting herself on the bed with her hands—a position most men couldn't do, but perfect for Yang Decai's long member.

Yuqin's dolphin-like moans woke Annie, completely banishing her sleepiness. Angrily, she ripped off the blanket, sat up, and cursed, "You wicked bastard, won't you let me sleep?"

Yuqin, still immersed in her orgasm, ignored her. Annie, observing the strange position, couldn't help but chuckle as a spectator.

Yuqin calmed down, utterly exhausted, completely drained, but Yang Decai's vigor was at its peak, not allowing her to stop. This woman-on-top position was unsustainable for even the strongest woman. Helpless, Yuqin asked to lie down on top, letting Yang Decai do whatever he wanted. But she was exhausted and couldn't take it anymore; she felt almost faint and had to beg Annie for help: "Good Annie, please save me!"

Annie laughed: "How can I save you?"

"Just take him over and let you enjoy him, okay? I really can't take it anymore."

Annie was getting hot and aroused, so she readily agreed: "Okay, I'll help you with this today; you owe me."

The young man then entered Annie's body. Annie's excitement came quickly, and she immediately cried out. Yuqin recognized her moans very well; they were not only piercing but also heart-wrenching, causing her pain. She covered her ears, but the sound still pierced her heart. She couldn't hold back anymore and screamed: "Get out! Get out! Go to your own room, you Hino man!"

The two men stopped in fright, seeing Yuqin's horrified face, her hands covering her head, her eyes wide with anger as she glared at them. Their desire vanished, and they quickly wrapped themselves up, grabbed their clothes, and ran out in a panic.

Yuqin lay on the bed, panting heavily. Annie knocked on the door again: "Yuqin, I still have underwear to take."

"Take it tomorrow."

Annie was puzzled and didn't know where Yuqin's inexplicable anger came from. She had no choice but to give up. 02-12
Chapter 107 Yuqin's Horror (2)

Yuqin seemed to hear her mother's moan.

How could Annie's moan sound so much like her mother's? She broke out in a cold sweat as soon as she heard it, as if she had fallen into an abyss. When

Yuqin was 9 years old, her parents divorced and she lived with her mother. Her mother had a very strong sex drive and had to take care of herself almost every night. Her family only had one room, and she and her mother slept in the same bed. Every night, her mother would wait for her to fall asleep and then secretly start masturbating, using batteries, rolling pins, and other suitable things. Once, she was awakened and secretly watched her mother do it for more than an hour with her eyes half open. After that, she often pretended to be asleep at night and then secretly watched her mother do it. She was puzzled, not understanding why her mother was moaning and screaming with ecstasy after the object was inserted, yet trying to suppress any sound. Sometimes she looked at her naked lower body in the mirror, but couldn't discern anything.

Soon, men began sneaking in at night to have sex with her mother. Her mother assumed she was asleep and had put up a curtain to hide her, unaware that she was listening to their lewd sounds every night. Sometimes, when they weren't looking, she would secretly lift the curtain slightly and watch them entangled naked. It took her several tries to see clearly that it was the same as when her mother was alone, except that the object was replaced with a male's penis.

Once, Yuqin saw a regular man riding on top of her mother, and their eyes met. He said to her mother, "Don't hold back, your daughter is watching us. Scream freely."

Seeing Yuqin peeking, her mother slapped her. The man quickly grabbed the mother's hand, saying, "Why are you hitting her? It's such a downer."

The man had already left the mother's body, his erection still prominent. He looked at Yuqin and said, "Let me deal with her."

The mother asked, "You deal with her?"

The man had already stripped Yuqin of her clothes and, without a word, entered her. Yuqin cried out in excruciating pain, as if her lower body was being torn apart, and the pain continued to spread throughout her body, tearing her apart.

Yuqin was only 12 years old that year, and from that moment on, she understood the nature of men and women, and the nature of sex. While her classmates remained oblivious and ignorant about the mysteries of men, women, and sex, she sneered inwardly.

From then on, the man frequently raped Yuqin. The mother no longer hid from Yuqin when having sex with men, screaming desperately during orgasms; that sound was etched into Yuqin's mind.

That man later became Yuqin's stepfather, monopolizing the mother and daughter for a long time. Until Yuqin graduated from junior high school and was admitted to a vocational junior high school. With her grades, she shouldn't have gone to a vocational school. She was in the top 10 of the school; getting into a prestigious university wouldn't have been a problem. But she wanted to leave home.

After starting vocational school, Yuqin never went back. She didn't want her mother to give her money, supporting herself through part-time jobs to cover her living expenses and tuition, working during winter and summer vacations. She spent every Spring Festival thereafter sleeping in her school or company dormitory.

Yuqin's first boyfriend was the head of the human resources department at her company; her direct supervisor was Gu Qiwei. At that time, Yuqin, due to her low education level, was just a clerk in the human resources department. She was already 22 years old and believed she had healed her inner wounds and was no longer burdened by the past. When Gu Qiwei expressed his desire to have sex with her, she readily agreed, skillfully undressing without any shyness or hesitation. Gu Qiwei had never done it before, and kept hitting her thighs and anus, just not getting the position right. So she used both hands to clamp Gu Qiwei's genitals and insert them into herself. She was puzzled; she had never experienced this before, not even when her stepfather raped her. She unconsciously mimicked her mother's actions in bed, guiding Gu Qiwei's movements.

Afterwards, Gu Qiwei was surprised by her experience and dared not pursue a relationship with her again.

For a long time afterward, Yuqin didn't date, but her sexual awareness awakened. Her colleagues and social circle were mostly white-collar workers, of high caliber, and the men among them were all attractive to her. Some even pursued her, but she remained silent about dating, though she was willing to have sex with them. For some reason, after sleeping with a man, she felt aversion and didn't want to sleep with him again. But her desires only grew stronger, so she would move on to new men. One-night stands had become popular in recent years, and Yuqin was a fervent supporter and practitioner. This model suited her best, keeping things fresh each time without any consequences. She avoided the situation of some men who, after just one night, would relentlessly pursue her, wanting more and more, which annoyed her and made her too lazy to explain.

Zhigang was one of the few men Yuqin was willing to have sex with multiple times.

Chapter 108 Loving Life

The next day, Yuqin and Annie slept until noon. Guiling called them for lunch, and Yuqin and Annie finally got up. Annie asked Yuqin, "Why were you so angry yesterday?"

Yuqin said, "Your voice reminded me of a painful experience."

"Tch, who doesn't have pain? Don't try to move others by reopening old wounds; no one will sympathize with you. Life goes on; we must face the future and live well."

"That's right. I thought about it all night yesterday and finally figured it out. I've decided to love life. I want to find a steady boyfriend, and if we get along well, marriage is possible."

"Marriage? You?"

Annie's eyes widened. "You're getting married? It seems the world is really facing its end."

"Am I that scary?"

During lunch, Annie told Zhigang about Yuqin's desire to get married. Zhigang said, "This is the most exciting news since the American financial crisis."

Guiling asked, "Who are you marrying?"

Lan Hua said, "That's the key question. You don't even like any of the men. No matter how big the bubble of your marriage plans gets, it will eventually burst into a financial crisis."

Everyone burst into laughter, agreeing that Lan Hua's viewpoint was the most correct.

Yu Qin said, "Who says I look down on all men? There are two men who would marry me if they were willing."

"Who are they?"

"Guess."

Gui Ling said, "No need to guess, Zhi Gang is definitely one of them."

She knew the relationship between Zhi Gang and Yu Qin. Yu Qin remained silent, which was her tacit agreement.

Lan Hua said to Jing'er, "Jing'er, Yuqin is trying to steal Zhigang from you."

Jing'er smiled, revealing two dimples, "It's okay. If she wants to take him, I'll just let her have him."

Lan Hua said, "Silly girl, you're going to give up your man so easily?"

"If she takes him, it proves she's more attractive to Zhigang than I am. Zhigang loves her, so of course I have nothing to say. I love Zhigang, but I don't want to possess him. Love isn't about possession. Zhigang's happiness is my happiness. However, if one day Sister Yuqin leaves Zhigang, I'll still want Zhigang."

Yuqin was sitting next to Jing'er. She hugged Jing'er and kissed her, saying, "Jing'er, you're so cute. You don't talk much usually, but when you do, it's always something extraordinary. I know I can't take Zhigang from you, but I wouldn't dare say he could from someone else."

Gui Ling said, "What do you mean? You ignore all the beautiful women in the world except Jing'er? Did you hear the other meaning, Jing'er? Even if you take Zhigang from someone else, it won't last long. It means that even if you take him from someone else, it won't last long either."

Zhigang got anxious and quickly changed the subject, "Who's the other man?"

“Guess.”

“I know. It’s Qianghui.”

Yuqin nodded. Zhigang said, “It’s a pity Qianghui is already married, you have no chance.”

Annie disagreed: “Zhigang, what you’re saying is outdated. Don’t even mention Yuqin, in the eyes of all the post-80s and post-90s, is being married still an obstacle?”

Yuqin knew Qianghui and said, “Qianghui is too attached to home and has no romance. I really have no chance.”

“Oh,”

Lanhua said, “When has a strong woman ever been so discouraged? I never expected it. I feel like you always have to be on top when you sleep with a man.”

Everyone laughed again. Annie laughed and said, “You’re right, she really is like that.”

Yuqin felt sad. Everyone said she was a strong woman, and she was indeed strong. No man she wanted to conquer could escape her, including Zhigang, but this conquest was limited to the bedroom. The man she wanted to love could not be obtained.

After dinner, Yuqin asked Annie to drive the car back first. She wanted to have a good talk with Zhigang.

Zhigang's office is a far cry from what it used to be; it's a full 500 square meters, even larger than Yuqin's. The interior is naturally divided into an office area and a reception area, though not deliberately separated, they are quite distinct. The reception area is further divided into two sections: one is a traditional area with sofas and coffee tables; the other is a Kung Fu tea area, centered around a huge Kung Fu tea tray made from an old tree root, with several stools also made from tree roots. Zhigang and Yuqin sat in the Kung Fu tea area, and Zhigang began boiling water and brewing Kung Fu tea.

Chapter 109 Kung Fu Tea

Zhigang said, “I don’t usually drink Kung Fu tea. This set was a gift from Qianghui, so I just left it here.”

Yuqin watched Zhigang busily brewing tea and said, “I don’t drink Kung Fu tea either. It’s not my style. I’m busy all day, and then I just pour a tiny cup of tea, gulp it down without even getting my saliva wet.”

“That’s why I’m giving you Kung Fu tea to temper your temperament. You said you want to love life, but life is meant to be savored, just like this Kung Fu tea. If you don’t savor it, if you drink it like a farmer in the fields, you won’t taste the flavor of life.”

“What you’re saying makes some sense to me. You’re saying that I only seek momentary pleasure with every man, without communicating or connecting with them.”

“That’s right. If you savor it carefully, one man is enough for a lifetime of reflection. The same goes for women.”

“I’d like to savor you, but you only ever have physical intimacy with me.”

"That's not how it works. If we're talking about cultural knowledge and refinement, you can be my teacher; if we're talking about business and corporate management, you're at least half my mentor, and Qianghui is the other half. In other words, if I had to choose a confidante, you would be my first choice."

"Then why can't you fall in love with me?"

"Put yourself in my shoes. If you were me, would you fall in love with your ex and be willing to marry me?"

"Probably not."

"So love itself isn't perfect, especially not for everyone. My view of you is that of a confidante. Having one confidante in life is enough."

"Yes. To be both a confidante and a wife is like a match made in heaven. It's something you can only dream of."

"Then you should be content with your life, right? I think we should communicate more in the future to truly become confidantes. Marriage isn't suitable for us. In fact, if we try to become husband and wife, we might lose a confidante and also lose our marriage."

"So you're saying we're not suitable to be husband and wife?"

“Yes.”

After their conversation, Yuqin felt her inner knot untied: “Zhigang, I’ve realized you’ve become my life mentor.”

“Really? How will you thank me?”

“The usual, you enjoy me.”

“I’m afraid you’ll be the one enjoying me, right? I was raped.”

They smiled knowingly. This kind of tacit understanding was probably only found between close female friends. Zhigang picked up his car keys and said in a tone only they both understood, “Let’s go. I’ll take you.”

Zhigang still drove the car deep into the fields and stopped, and the two of them enjoyed each other to their hearts’ content. This time was different from before; they achieved a perfect unity of spirit and flesh.

Afterwards, Yuqin, panting heavily, said contentedly, "I don't feel like sleeping with other men anymore."

"Really?"

Zhigang laughed, grabbing her breasts tightly, "You will."

"I know I will, otherwise I wouldn't be me. This is just how I feel right now."

Yuqin's phone rang. She glanced at it and said, "It's Sister Wu."

"Yuqin,"

Sister Wu said on the phone, "I found you a psychologist, a PhD from the US, who recently returned to China. I told him about your situation, and he said he can definitely help you adjust your mindset and give you a happy life."

"Really? Thank you, Sister Wu. How do I contact him?"

"I'll send you his phone number; you can make an appointment directly with him."

Yuqin put down her phone and asked, "Zhigang, Sister Wu made an appointment with a psychologist for me. Should I go or not?"

"Of course you should. I told you long ago you should see a psychologist."

"But I feel like you've already cured my heartache."

"It's not that easy. If I had that ability, I'd be practicing medicine myself. I just understand you better, so I spoke to your heart. I can't replace a psychologist."

“Okay. I’ll do as you say, I’ll ask him to go tomorrow.”

Yuqin had never been so obedient before. Zhigang kissed her: “That’s right. That’s a good girl.”

Yuqin actually blushed and said a little shyly, “Everyone knows I’m a bold and wild woman, a strong woman, why am I being so obedient today?”

Zhigang kissed her breast again and said, “It’s because you’ve fallen in love with me. It seems like you’re definitely going to become my confidante. Let me ride you for a bit, and we’ll finalize it.”

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Chapter 110, the Cultural Salon

, has become a brand of the neighboring village's guild hall. In addition, Zhigang created another brand: the Cultural Salon.

The establishment of the Cultural Salon was to echo the annual China Cultural Industry Development Strategy Forum, serving as a supplement, support, and detailed implementation method during its recess. However, the scope of the Cultural Salon is broader than the Cultural Industry Development Strategy Forum because it removes the word 'industry'; anything related to culture is within its discussion scope. The salon hosted by Mengyao was themed 'Why Life is Wonderful,' while Mengyao's husband, Zhao Shoutian, a philosophy professor, hosted a salon themed 'Chinese Wine Culture and the Western Dionysian Spirit,' both of which received widespread acclaim. Painter Chu Ze hosted a salon, selling over a dozen of his paintings, and over a dozen people wanted to become his students and learn painting from him, including a group of beautiful and sexy mistresses like Huang Tingting, but Chu Ze didn't accept any of them.

Wu Fan's circle consists of rigorous scholars, so their wife-swapping game doesn't easily expand; firstly, they exclude people with low moral character, and secondly, they worry about misunderstandings if word gets out. Wu Fan has proposed it several times..." Yuqin's recruitment was rejected because she lacked a long-term, stable male companion.

Zhigang and Sister Wu attended the event for the second time and were chosen by the painter Chu Ze's wife. According to unwritten rules, they generally wouldn't choose the same person twice in a row, so Mengyao, despite wanting to choose Zhigang again, had to choose Professor Wang. Her husband, Zhao Shoutian, went with Liu Hong, and Sister Wu naturally went with Chu Ze.

Chu Ze's wife looked to be only in her early thirties, petite, with an apple-shaped face, large eyes, long eyelashes, and clear, watery gaze; she looked as innocent as a middle school student. He could just see his own face reflected in her pupils. She first invited Zhigang to dance, and they naturally embraced and began a close dance. Mrs. Chu Ze's full breasts pressed against Zhigang's chest, their elasticity and sudden tightness teasing him with each step. Zhigang's penis was already erect, pressing against her lower abdomen. Feeling a little embarrassed, Zhigang pulled his lower body back slightly, but she sensed this and instead pulled him forward, as if hoping he would push against her.

Zhigang's mouth was right next to the woman's ear, and he softly asked, "Mrs. Chu Ze, what's your name?"

"My name is Zhao Xiaohui,"

she said softly, her mouth also right next to Zhigang's ear. Her voice was as melodious as music.

Zhigang wasn't very good at dancing, and simply followed her. As they walked, Zhigang realized they had reached the stairwell. Zhao Xiaohui became breathless and frail, almost leaning her entire weight on his arm. Zhigang heard a soft, melodious voice say, "Zhigang, carry me upstairs." Zhigang

scooped her up in his arms and hurried upstairs, finding an empty room and going inside. He placed Xiaohui on the bed; her eyes were already glazed, her cheeks flushed, and she was filled with desire. Her once round and large eyes had become slender slits, yet the gaze within them remained clear, slightly moist, gently and affectionately engulfing Zhigang. She twisted her body, making sweet sounds: "Zhigang, Zhigang. Take me off." Zhigang

removed her woolen coat and then her long skirt, revealing a young and beautiful body clad in a bikini. Her breasts, barely contained by her bra, seemed ready to burst forth, and black, shiny fuzz peeked out from the narrow strip of fabric between her pink shorts. Zhigang removed the bra, and her breasts, resembling two large white steamed buns, trembled slightly. He licked the clitoris with his tongue, feeling it gradually harden. He pinched the two large white steamed buns with his hands, disrupting their shape, only to have them spring back to normal

as soon as he released them. At this moment, a blush began to spread across Xiaohui's face, even her neck turning slightly red. Zhigang's tongue moved down, finding... When the tip of his tongue gently touched that sensitive spot, it slowly writhed, secreting a glistening liquid from the clam shell, which overflowed and flowed onto the sheets. Zhigang's tongue gradually moved downwards, filling the space inside the open shell, but he felt his tongue being gripped by flesh, sometimes tight, sometimes loose—the flesh inside the shell was contracting. Suddenly, the shell opened completely, gushing out a large amount of water, submerging Zhigang's tongue. Only after the water flowed out could he see that the inner wall of the open shell was red, tender flesh, and in the middle, like melon pulp, were piled red fleshy petals, which contracted intermittently, squeezing out water.

Xiaohui was already frantic, grabbing her breasts with both hands, kneading them desperately, crying out, "Ah—faster, faster, fuck me! I can't take it anymore!" "

Zhigang then thrust his spear forward, aiming straight for the bullseye. Xiaohui's scream was like a wordless soprano; Zhigang had never heard such a beautiful sound. The sounds he had heard before, if the listener didn't know it was moaning, might be terrifying, but because they knew it was moaning, they didn't find it jarring. For this beautiful sound, Zhigang had already decided he wanted her again.

Chapter 111 Kindergarten Teacher

Having seen his share of spring, Zhigang was already able to control the rhythm well. After the first intense exchange, he eased his attack, and their mouths had the time and inclination to come together for intimate contact. Zhigang's tongue felt that Xiaohui's tongue tasted a little sweet and fragrant. No skill was needed; just sucking desperately brought a rare pleasure.

Before Zhigang could launch another attack, Xiaohui's climax suddenly arrived. She jerked as if she were about to get up, her upper body rising halfway before falling back down." She thrust upwards with all her might, kneading Zhigang's penis until it felt incredibly good. Her legs kicked wildly in the air, her knees slamming into Zhigang's back several times, causing him to almost gasp for breath. Zhigang could barely control the little woman beneath him; her antics caused his penis to suddenly ejaculate. Xiaohui suddenly felt empty below, and she cried out, a heartbreaking sob that sounded like a song, until Zhigang quickly entered her again. Then, through her tears, she let out a high-pitched cry of uncontrollable pleasure.

Finally, she calmed down. After panting on the bed for a long time, Xiaohui, who had been passive but fully enjoying herself throughout, sat up, carefully cupping Zhigang's penis in her hands and gently blowing on it, as if afraid of hurting it.

Zhigang stroked Xiaohui's large, soft, and white breasts and asked, "Xiaohui, what do you do for a living?"

"I'm a kindergarten teacher."

"No wonder you seem so innocent and naive; you work in early childhood education." "You really like this job, don't you?"

"How did you know?"

"Your husband is a famous painter, you're not short of money. If you weren't working for the money, of course you'd like it."

"You're so smart."

"I have another question for you."

"It's about sex, right?"

"How do you know that?"

"It's not a private matter, you just asked directly."

"You're smart."

"Of course. Smart people attract each other and want to possess each other's bodies, to become one. I don't know if that answers your question?"

"You're too smart. I think I have. What I want to ask is why you entered this circle. You want to have sex with smart people. The men in your everyday circle may not meet your requirements. You don't want to find out a man is a fool after he's been inside you, while everyone in this circle is smart. Right?"

Xiaohui's eyes lit up, and she asked, "Do you know what I'm thinking right now?"

"You want me to fuck you right now."

Xiaohui giggled, rubbing her breasts against Zhigang's pectoral muscles, her small hand already grasping Zhigang's hard penis, saying, "Oh! Your little penis is hot."

"Yes. It's on fire, just waiting for you to put it out."

Zhigang entered Xiaohui, violently thrusting into her, as if trying to shatter her. He thought, this wonderful woman, who during the day leads a group of children in innocent singing and dancing, who would imagine that she would be so intoxicated and wildly disordered when making love? She's right, you should make love with a smart person. With a smart person, you save yourself a lot of effort in discernment and vigilance, and it will definitely be wonderful in bed.

After the second time, Xiaohui got out of bed and went to the wine cabinet, pouring two glasses of wine. She was naked, and with each step she took, her two large white breasts bounced and jiggled slightly. Zhigang watched the two breasts bounce and jiggle as they moved in front of him, only then noticing a wine glass waiting for him to reach for it.

Zhigang took the glass, clinked it with Xiaohui's, and took a sip of wine. Xiaohui's lips were as red as the wine, and Zhigang knew that this was the reaction of many women after making love. He felt that a woman's lips were the most sensual part.

Zhigang sat on the bed, and Xiaohui placed her two large breasts on Zhigang's face, one on each side, sandwiching his face. Zhigang buried himself inside, licking them with the tip of his tongue, and asked, "Xiaohui, how many times do you do it each time you attend a party?"

"It varies, some more, some less." "

The fewest?"

"The fewest three."

"The most?

" "The most six."

"The happiest?"

"The happiest isn't about how many times you do it in one night, but just one time. It's something you can't force."

"Do you have other men?"

Xiaohui hesitated for a moment, then said, "Yes."

She added, "Of course. No need to ask, you must have women too, and quite a few."

"Why do you say that?"

"First, I think intelligent people have strong sexual desires. Because intelligence indicates good genes, and good genes include physical genes. Of course, there are exceptions—individual intelligent people with disabilities or those with exceptionally developed brains. I'm talking about normal intelligent people. Second, intelligent people think things through, think deeply, and think thoroughly. They don't get caught up in superficial worldly or social reasons, like chastity, morality, and tradition. Chastity is something that makes the unintelligent or the lowly people at the bottom of society sacrifice themselves, morality itself is defined by intelligent people, and tradition is something that intelligent people break."

“You shouldn’t be a kindergarten teacher, you should be a philosopher, a cultural scholar. What a waste of talent.”

“So if you don’t unleash your sexual potential, the waste of talent will be even greater.”

Zhigang was still sitting on the edge of the bed when Xiaohui sat on his lap, propping her legs up on the bed and using his thighs as a track to slide back and forth. Zhigang’s penis pointed straight up, and Xiaohui used her hands to flatten it, then slid forward along the track, and Zhigang entered her.

Chapter 112 The psychologist

Wu Jie introduced Yuqin to a psychologist named Wu Ming. He looked to be under forty, steady and calm. Sitting opposite him made one feel relaxed and at ease. Dr.

Wu didn’t ask about Yuqin’s symptoms, but only chatted with her about her job, how much work pressure she had, when she was most stressed, what books she liked to read, what her hobbies were, and so on. After chatting for two hours, Dr. Wu said, "You can go home today. Come back at the same time tomorrow."

Yuqin said curiously, "You haven't even had your consultation yet."

"What consultation? Don't treat me like a doctor, just like an old friend. Come here to chat, relax, and have a good time."

Yuqin thought to herself: You charge such a high consultation fee just to have me chat with you, isn't that a huge loss? But she didn't say it aloud. "Then let me tell you about my symptoms."

"No need. I don't want to hear it. Come back tomorrow, and I'll know the symptoms naturally."

The next day, she came back and naturally talked about her sex life, about how she only liked men to stimulate her body, but didn't want to have sex with the same man multiple times, preferred one-night stands, and couldn't fall in love with a man, etc. After chatting for two hours, Dr. Wu still hadn't said anything about her symptoms and wanted to send her away again.

As she was leaving, Yuqin couldn't help but ask, "Dr. Wu, just tell me, what's wrong?"

"You have no problem. You're a healthy woman, both mentally and physically. You just haven't met someone you can love, that's because your time hasn't come. Don't worry."

"But, I like one-night stands, I like having sex with strange men, is that normal?"

"Of course it's normal. That's precisely why it's normal. I also want one-night stands, I also want to have sex with a different woman every day, but I don't dare to do it, I suppress myself. Tell me, is it healthier for you to be naturally relaxed, or for me to suppress myself like this?"

"You're really good at talking. In the end, I have to decide for myself that I'm healthy." "

It's not that I'm good at talking, it's just the truth."

"Since I'm healthy, why did I come here?"

"You became healthy after talking to me and believing you're healthy."

"So you cured me by talking to me?"

"If you say that, you're right. But I believe you were healthy to begin with."

Yuqin looked directly into Dr. Wu's eyes and said, "I want to have sex with you now, are you willing?"

Dr. Wu didn't shy away, looking directly into her eyes, and said, "Of course I am."

"Right here?"

Dr. Wu pointed to a door and said, "There's a bed inside."

Making love with Dr. Wu, Yuqin still felt secure and relaxed. She adopted her usual position, straddling him. To her surprise, there was a tube running horizontally above the bed. She could grip the tube with both hands and move around, feeling unprecedented convenience and comfort.

Yuqin discovered that Dr. Wu was not only a seasoned and experienced lover, but also had a clear rhythm and controlled control, as precise as performing surgery, or as meticulously planning an article, from the initial structure to the climax and the conclusion—everything flowed smoothly. She was completely under his control, something she had never experienced before. When her climax arrived, Dr. Wu thrust into her promptly and continuously, until her climax gradually subsided. Even then, Dr. Wu continued to move, only changing the rhythm, making her feel that the peak of her climax was a devastating destruction, and the fading climax was a lingering, unforgettable pleasure within her. Until the pleasure lingered like a wisp of smoke within her, the afterglow echoing endlessly. She knew Dr. Wu reached his climax a little later than her, ejaculating when she most needed to and retaining himself when she most wanted to, exactly as she wished.

Looking at Dr. Wu's strong muscles still on top of her, Yuqin said, "You don't seem like a doctor to me, more like a seasoned con artist?"

"Really? Do I need to lie to you if I want to sleep with you?"

"That's true. I'd automatically offer myself to a man like you. You're quite the con artist; I chat with you, let you sleep with me, and even pay you."

"Well, there's no way around it, that's my job."

"Having sex with me is also part of my job?"

"Yes."

"What a load of bull doctor. You're about the same as me, strong, always wanting to have sex. Compared to you, I really feel normal and healthy."

"The treatment was effective. Paying me isn't a loss, is it?"

Chapter 113 Rebirth It

was Friday again, and snowflakes began to fall outside the window in the afternoon. It hadn't snowed in Shanghai for several years. Guiling stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in her office, looking at the gray sky outside. The snowflakes were small, drifting and swaying like the countless emotions of women. She felt hot all over and wanted a man.

Lan Hua walked in, interrupting Gui Ling's reverie: "Gui Ling, I've booked a room at the Tianyi Hotel tonight. Our two families will have dinner with Da Qun and Jia Fang."

Gui Ling understood it was about playing that kind of game; it was Da Qun and Jia Fang's first time participating. She said, "You really know what I'm thinking. I was just wondering who to play with tonight."

Lan Hua said, "Tonight you and Da Qun, I'll be with your Da Zhi, and Jia Fang and my third brother. How about that?"

Gui Ling asked, "Why not bring Zhi Gang and Jing'er along?"

"I mentioned it to Zhi Gang, but his attitude was unclear. I'll go talk to him now."

Lan Hua went into Zhi Gang's office, where Zhi Gang was also looking at the snowflakes. Their offices were next to each other, identical in size, orientation, structure, and layout.

"Zhigang, what are you thinking about?"

Zhigang turned around and said, "Seeing snowflakes reminds me of women."

"Want women? How about joining an event tonight?"

"What event?"

"I told you, it's our own wife-swapping event. My family, Guiling's family, Daqun's family, Jiafang's family, you and Jing'er can participate too."

"I have no problem, but Jing'er probably won't want to."

"She's not married yet, she still finds you novel, unlike us old married couples."

"Yes. If she'd been married for a few years, I'd persuade her to participate."

Lan Hua walked away disappointed. Zhigang continued to look at the snowflakes outside the window, feeling that each snowflake was a woman's spirit, needing a man to love her. Besides Jing'er, Lan Hua and Guiling were Zhigang's closest women. Even though they had their own husbands, Zhigang always felt a pricking pain in his heart when they were going to play wife-swapping games with other men. Perhaps it was because he couldn't participate.

However, Zhigang didn't want to bring Jing'er into this circle. He wanted to bring Jing'er into Sister Wu's circle, as long as Jing'er was willing. He imagined his third brother, Dazhi, and Daqun on top of Jing'er, entering her body, and he felt a deep aversion to it. But if the philosopher Zhao Shoutian, the painter Chu Ze, and Professor Wang had sex with Jing'er, he thought she would be willing after just one experience.

Daqun had long coveted Guiling and, after hearing about this game from Lanhua, had wanted to participate for a while. Guiling wasn't very familiar with Daqun, only knowing that Dazhi treated him well and that he was loyal to Dazhi, but a new man was always a good thing. Guiling was different from Lanhua. Lanhua wasn't actually promiscuous; she was straightforward and kind. Dozens of migrant workers slept with her, and while she didn't completely refuse, she wasn't entirely willing either, only feeling sorry for the migrant workers who hadn't had women for years, so she figured she might as well sleep with them once. Guiling, on the other hand, was promiscuous to the core. She liked men younger than herself, and young, inexperienced men like Yang Decai and the former Zhigang were most likely to arouse her.

When Daqun followed Guiling into the room, he felt a little inferior and guilty. Guiling turned around and saw him still standing in the doorway. "Come in quickly. Help me take off my coat."

Daqun hurriedly took off Guiling's red trench coat, but hesitated when he saw her tightly fitting red fleece. The fleece outlined Guiling's figure perfectly: her slender shoulders, her two peaks of breasts descending sharply to a slender waist, then a flat stomach, and below that, even without the fleece, her breasts remained smooth and flat like a valley. Daqun knew that deep within that valley lay the mysterious area he would be cultivating today.

Guiling chuckled inwardly. Many men were like this; their desires were obvious, yet they remained reserved, afraid to be unrestrained—it seemed foolish. She made Daqun stand there, thinking: Let's see how long you stand there. She sat on the bed, kneading her breasts with both hands, enjoying herself. Then she took off her fleece and bra, her breasts freed from their restraints, bouncing elastically up and down, captivating Daqun's gaze. Guiling put her legs back on the bed, took off her trousers, leaving only a white pair of briefs with purple polka dots. She leaned against the blanket, smiling at Daqun. Daqun couldn't stand it and hurriedly stripped off his clothes, about to pounce forward, when Guiling called out, "Stop."

Daqun stopped. Guiling said, "Go take a shower."

Daqun quickly ran naked into the bathroom.

At this moment, Zhigang was at home making love with Jing'er. He lay on top of Jing'er, exploring the secrets of her body. Actually, he and Jing'er felt the same way about him; he always felt that Jing'er's body was new and unexplored. His lovemaking with Sister Wu was the most perfect, and his lovemaking with Mengyao was the most exhilarating, but his lovemaking with Jing'er always felt superior to any other woman, because Jing'er loved him more than anyone else, and he loved Jing'er more than anyone else.

Jing'er's red lips moved slightly, and Zhigang could feel her desire and pleasure. He kissed it gently and said, “Jing’er, do you know where Lan Hua and Gui Ling went today?”

Jing’er gasped and said, “I don’t know.”

“They went to play a wife-swapping game.”

“Really like that?”

“Yes. Lan Hua asked you and me to participate, but I didn’t agree.”

“Even if you agreed, I still wouldn’t go. You go.”

“It’s a wife-swapping game. If you don’t go, who will I go with?”

“Anyway, you have many women. You can take any of them.”

“I won’t go. I only want you.”

“Ah—”

Jing’er reached her climax. Every time he came here, Zhi Gang felt that this porcelain was about to be shattered, and he was the culprit, but he couldn’t control himself and pounded into her hard. He knew that Jing’er would rather die than be pounded into by him, so let’s pound into her, let’s die together…

Every time they died, they were reborn.

Chapter 114 Female reporter Qu Beibei (1)

Another half year has passed. In the past six months, Zhi Gang and his neighboring village’s guild hall have become very famous. Qu Beibei, a reporter from the magazine “Industry and Culture”, contacted Zhi Gang through Qiang Hui and wanted to interview him. Zhigang didn't want to be interviewed, but he couldn't refuse Qianghui's request.

Qu Beibei's appearance was average, but she had a great figure. She had chest-length hair, an oval face, almond-shaped eyes, and single eyelids; each feature was pretty, but together they seemed ordinary. However, the first thing that caught your attention was her figure. She was probably 1.75 meters tall, with well-proportioned features and perfect curves. She walked with a graceful and poised gait, exuding an indescribable confidence and elegance—clearly a worldly and sophisticated person. Zhigang, at only 1.72 meters tall, had to look up when shaking hands with Qu Beibei, feeling somewhat intimidated, so he quickly asked her to sit down. Being a

little nervous meeting a reporter for the first time, Zhigang offered Qu Beibei some Kung Fu tea, hoping that his busy work of boiling water, brewing tea, and serving it would ease his tension.

Qu Beibei watched Zhigang brew tea and asked, "Mr. Feng likes Kung Fu tea?"

"Oh, actually I don't usually drink it, only when distinguished guests come. I usually like to brew Mao Feng in a large cup and drink it in big gulps. It quenches my thirst. You're a farmer, after all."

"You're from a farming background?"

"Yes."

"That's impressive. It's not uncommon for a farmer to succeed in starting a business in Shanghai, but to be able to successfully organize cultural forums and salons is truly admirable."

Zhigang had already washed the teaware and filtered the tea, pouring a cup for Qu Beibei: "Please have some tea. Reporter Qu, you're here today to learn about the Lin Village Guild Hall, right?"

"Not entirely. I mainly want to know about your entrepreneurial experience."

"My entrepreneurial experience isn't much to say, it's mainly because I had the help of benefactors."

"All thanks to benefactors? How many benefactors did you encounter?"

"It's considered lucky to meet even one benefactor in life, but I've always had benefactors helping me,"

Zhigang said. He mentioned that his first benefactor was Qianghui, his second was Dazhi, and his third was Yuqin. They all helped him to varying degrees at different stages of his life, enabling him to overcome difficulties.

Qu Beibei didn't seem interested in the cultural forum related to the magazine "Industry and Culture," but when Zhigang talked about founding the Neighborhood Workers' Home, her eyes lit up, and she kept interrupting Zhigang to ask questions.

"Mr. Feng, was your initial idea for founding the Migrant Workers' Home really inspired by addressing the sexual frustration of migrant workers?"

"Yes. Actually, I've benefited from the migrant workers' situation. Their sexual frustration problem remains unresolved, but I've made money and become famous because of it."

"Mr. Feng, could you do me a favor?"

"What is it? Tell me."

"I'm preparing to write a research report on the living conditions of migrant workers as my master's thesis. I'd like to ask you to help me get close to migrant workers and conduct in-depth research to understand their lives and work."

"Why did you decide to write about migrant workers? You could write about anything."

"You're allowed to focus on migrant workers, but I'm not? Writing a thesis on this topic is niche, easy to produce results, and easier for my advisor to approve. Besides, I genuinely care about migrant workers; I think they have it really tough, and their contributions to the city are enormous—the backbone of our times." "

The backbone of our times? That's a rather novel perspective. The heroes of our time are those who have contributed to the economic field, entrepreneurs. I'm just a nobody in that field, yet I still make money and become famous, but migrant workers can't."

"But can you say migrant workers don't contribute to economic development? Could your economy have developed without them? At least not this fast."

"Helping you with this is no problem. The problem is, just getting close isn't enough; you have to integrate into them to truly understand them, and only then will they tell you the truth. If it's an interview, you can interview me, but not migrant workers."

"Of course I'm not interviewing. Give me some advice on how to integrate into the migrant workers and get them to tell the truth."

"Become a migrant worker yourself, become one of them."

"But are there female migrant workers?"

"Yes, but they can only cook."

"I don't know how to cook, but I can learn."

"By the time you learn, the migrant workers will have driven you away." "

Then what should I do? Think of a way."

"I do have a way, but you won't do it."

"Tell me quickly. What way?"

"For women, migrant workers only like prostitutes. If you pretend to be a prostitute and communicate with them, they'll definitely be willing."

"That's a good idea."

"What? You're really willing? I was just kidding."

"No, you have to help me. Just pretend to be a prostitute and approach them."

"Don't be ridiculous, you're pretending to be a prostitute? Do you look like one?"

"What's wrong with that? We're all women."

"Besides, pretending won't work. You have to actually be a prostitute and sleep with them before they'll trust you."

"You really want to sleep with them?"

"How about that, scared now?"

"Who's scared of who? It's just sleeping with them. It's worth it for my thesis."

"Worth my ass. Not worth it."

Zhigang found this woman a bit terrifying and unbelievable. He was just saying it casually, but he didn't expect Qu Beibei to take it seriously.

But what can't women do these days?

Chapter 115 Female reporter Qu Beibei (2)

Helpless by Qu Beibei's pestering, Zhigang asked, "Are you really going to be a prostitute and sleep with the migrant workers?"

"What, don't you believe me? I'll sleep with you once and see."

As Qu Beibei spoke, she lifted her skirt and pretended to take off her underwear, which scared Zhigang so much that he quickly stopped her: "No, no, no. You're too fierce."

Zhigang thought that she might have a prostitute complex and wanted to experience the life of a prostitute. This was a good thing that made the migrant workers very happy. He'd helped her with this.

Zhigang didn't know that Qu Beibei was an egalitarian; she believed everyone was equal, with no distinction of rank or status. While such pronouncements might be propaganda in public or in the media, she and her colleagues practiced what they preached. She grew up at her grandmother's house in the countryside. Her mother ran off with a wealthy man, and her father lost his job, leaving her with her grandmother. She wasn't brought to the city to attend high school until after graduating from junior high. This experience instilled in her a deep sympathy for the weak and a hatred for those in positions of power. In her eyes, prostitutes and journalists were no different, nor were migrant workers and university professors. If she could be a journalist, why couldn't she be a prostitute? If she could sleep with a professor, why couldn't she have sex with a migrant worker?

She was also a sexual liberal.

Zhigang stood up and said, "How about this? Let's eat first. After we eat, I'll take you to a fellow villager who runs a karaoke bar. He has a lot of girls; you can get training there."

Qu Beibei also stood up and said, "I don't want to eat first."

Zhigang said, "Then what do you want to do?"

"I want to eat you."

Saying this, Qu Beibei hugged Zhigang and kissed him. Zhigang involuntarily hugged her back tightly and squeezed her breasts hard.

After a passionate kiss, Zhigang tried to avoid Qu Beibei's lips and said, "Not here."

Qu Beibei said, "What's wrong with that? Lock the door."

"Someone might knock."

"I won't open it."

Talking didn't delay her actions at all; Qu Beibei had already stripped herself naked and put her nipple in Zhigang's mouth. Her figure was truly perfect; her breasts were large and elastic, bouncing on her chest. Zhigang suspected that she might be a model who had been rejected because she wasn't tall enough. She sat down at Zhigang's large desk, puffed out her chest, braced herself with her hands behind her back, arched her body, and let her long hair cascade down onto the desk, revealing the pubic hairline to Zhigang. Zhigang touched the damp triangle in the center of the "forest," and Qu Beibei shuddered violently, as if shivering from the cold outdoors, giggling softly with each tremor.

Zhigang knew that area was extremely sensitive; she couldn't handle the touch. He went straight for it, thrusting in. As soon as he entered, Qu Beibei pushed forward even harder, her body tensing, her head tilting back forcefully, pushing herself to her limit—she had already reached her limit, but she continued to struggle.

Lan Hua, in the next office, heard Qu Beibei's cries and went to Zhigang's office, finding the door closed. She pressed her ear to the door and heard a woman's moans. Peeking through the crack, she saw a pale woman's arched body pressed against the desk, her hands pounding against it. Zhigang stood to the right, facing the door, thrusting into the arch, her large breasts bobbing up and down like sacks of flour. She angrily pounded the door a few times and ran back to her office. Zhigang stopped when he heard the pounding, but Qu Beibei cried out even louder, "Ah—don't stop!"

Zhigang knew it was Lan Hua pounding the door. He couldn't control himself anymore, completely absorbed in the woman before him. At her climax, Qu Beibei seemed to catch her breath and suddenly stopped moving, still holding the position, her voice gone, as if frozen in time. Zhigang couldn't stop and continued. He didn't know how long the silence lasted, but it felt like more than five minutes. Suddenly, Qu Beibei seemed to come back to life, violently thrusting into Zhigang a few times, like a bow being pulled back by a giant archer, before collapsing like a deflated sex toy.

Chapter 116 Qu Beibei's Shaanxi Connection

Zhigang took Qu Beibei to Dazhi's karaoke bar, where Dapeng arranged a small private room for them.

Zhigang said, "Dapeng, we haven't eaten yet. Arrange two meals for us first. I have something to discuss with you after we eat."

"Okay."

Dapeng went out.

"Sing a song,"

Zhigang suggested.

"Okay."

Qu Beibei chose "Going West." Her voice was clear and high-pitched, a typical folk song voice.

Brother, you're going west, little sister can't bear to let you go. Holding your hand, I see you off to the gate.

Brother, you're leaving the village, little sister has something to say: Walk to the main road, where many people and horses will come to ease your sorrow.

Walk to the main road, where many people and horses will come to ease your sorrow.

Holding tightly to my brother's sleeve, tears welling up inside, I only regret that I can't go with you, I only hope that you'll return home soon.

Brother, you're going west, little sister's heart is filled with bitterness. How long will this departure last? I'll wait until your hair turns white.

Holding tightly to my brother's sleeve, tears welling up inside, though I have a thousand words to say, I can't make you turn back, I only hope that you'll return home soon.

I only hope that you'll return home soon, I only hope that you'll return home soon.

Qu Beibei sang with great passion, vividly portraying the deep emotions of a Shaanxi girl, the desolation of the Northwest Plateau, and the many helplessness of life. When she repeatedly sang "I only hope my brother will come home soon," her voice trembled, and tears streamed down her face. Zhigang was also moved to tears.

After the song ended, no one spoke for a long time. Qu Beibei put down the microphone, sat down next to Zhigang, and said, "Every time I sing this song, I feel like I am that unfortunate Shaanxi girl. I feel her suffering is as desolate as the Northwest Plateau, yet there's something about it that inspires awe and longing. I also feel that this girl is fortunate because her suffering is carried by a song, reaching countless households, and she has a brother for her to wait for, even if it's a lifetime."

"I didn't realize you, a fashionable city girl, had such a complex connection to the Northwest."

“I especially love the Loess Plateau in northern Shaanxi. Maybe it's because my grandmother's home was also in the mountains, very desolate, you could walk dozens of miles without seeing a single person. I grew up there until high school. I went to northern Shaanxi to interview people and recorded hundreds of folk songs. I like to walk alone into the mountains, waiting for passersby to sing. The grandeur, magnificence, weight, and silence of the mountains make me uneasy, a sense of terror arises, I feel so small, almost crushed and pulverized by this loneliness, my soul seems to leave my body. At this moment, from the belly of the mountains, or from the mountainside opposite, faint fragments of sound drift in. In an instant, I feel my soul return, my heart begins to beat, and those fragments, appearing and disappearing, like sunlight, drift into my chest, melt into my blood, and propel my heart to beat stronger and stronger.”

Zhigang listened intently. Qu Beibei paused, took a sip of water, and continued, "Do you know? That's the soul of music, the soul of Shaanbei culture, drifting over in fragments. Gradually, those fragments connect, becoming a whole, flowing smoothly through the vast sky—that's a complete Shaanbei folk song."

Qu Beibei spoke with rapt attention, seemingly still immersed in the Shaanbei folk song. She murmured, "How wonderful it would be if I were a Shaanbei girl."

Dapeng entered, followed by a young man carrying a tray with two servings of food.

Zhigang said, "Dapeng, sit down. Let's eat and talk."

Dapeng looked at Qu Beibei, his gaze lingering on her high breasts for a while, and asked, "What's the matter?"

Zhigang said, "This is Reporter Qu. She wants to understand the living conditions of migrant workers, especially their sex lives, and wants to write a book."

"What can I do?"

"She wants to become a prostitute under your care, and then contact the migrant workers so that she can get first-hand information."

"Be a prostitute?"

"Yes. You train her first, make her look like a prostitute, and then arrange for her to go out."

"Really go out? That means she has to sleep with the migrant workers."

"You just make your money as usual, don't worry about anything else."

Dapeng thought to himself, this is quite strange. Is this woman tired of playing with city men and wants to change her taste? A big reporter secretly becoming a prostitute, this is good news.

Chapter 117 Undercover (1)

Qu Beibei tried to dress herself up in a vulgar way. She chose a low-cut top, revealing half of her breasts, and wore a long skirt without underwear. Da Peng said not wearing underwear would be more convenient and would make the clients more passionate. Qu Beibei had occasionally gone without underwear before, but that was just for fun and comfort. She looked in the mirror and felt that her attire wasn't particularly vulgar, since she couldn't change her temperament or figure, so she had to go with it.

She parked her Audi in the KTV parking lot, hailed a taxi, got out a short distance from the construction site, and walked over. As she entered the gate, the gatekeeper asked her, "Who are you looking for?"

"Peng Da Peng sent me,"

Da Peng had instructed her to answer.

"Oh. Go in."

The gatekeeper understood, looked Qu Beibei up and down, and felt that this woman must be quite high-class.

Following Da Peng's instructions, Qu Beibei walked straight towards the construction site. It was a little past 1 p.m., and the migrant workers were all taking a nap; the area outside was deserted. She entered a building that was mostly under construction, looked around a few places, and finally found a migrant worker waiting inside.

This migrant worker was about forty years old, with a stubble beard, and was quite unattractive. When he saw Qu Beibei enter, his eyes lit up; her figure was incredibly alluring. Qu Beibei looked around the room. The exposed brick walls only had window openings, no windows. They could only avoid being seen from the outside by standing in a corner, but there wasn't even a bed. What were they going to do?

The migrant worker had already taken off his work clothes, revealing his dark, shiny muscles and well-developed pectoral muscles, which aroused Qu Beibei. She liked strong, powerful men; she was often faced with city men with thin arms and legs, or potbellies, which didn't interest her. The man took off his pants as well; his manhood was even darker and larger. The man pushed Qu Beibei against the wall, leaning her against it, lifted her skirt, and, finding she had no underwear, began to penetrate her.

Qu Beibei stopped him, saying, "Wait a minute, you want a condom, right? I have one."

The man said fiercely, "Why wear a condom? What's the point of sex with that thing on?"

Qu Beibei insisted on having a condom: "I'll get pregnant if I don't."

"I don't care if you get pregnant or not. I paid for it, so you have to listen to me."

Ignoring Qu Beibei's struggles, he grabbed her legs, lifted her up, and pressed her against the wall before entering her. Qu Beibei stopped struggling, letting him thrust repeatedly inside her; the man's strength felt good to her. This man didn't use any techniques, just relentlessly thrusting, and quickly ejaculated.

Qu Beibei felt empty down there and asked disappointedly, "Is it over?"

"It's over."

The man pulled up his pants, took out a 50-yuan note and a 10-yuan note from his pocket, and handed them to her.

"What's this?"

"It's for you. Don't you want me to pay for your freebies?"

Qu Beibei involuntarily took the money. Sleeping with a migrant worker only earns 60 yuan, 20 of which goes to Da Peng. With taxi fares to and from, she might even lose money. She hadn't realized how difficult it was to earn money as a prostitute; how many clients would she need to see in a day to make that much? She earned over 10,000 yuan a month; even a low-level prostitute like her couldn't earn that much.

Before Qu Beibei could say anything, the migrant worker was gone. Then another migrant worker came in. Da Peng had said there were three clients today. This younger worker, in his twenties, didn't say a word, picked her up, pinned her against the wall, and went in. He ejaculated quickly, gave her 60 yuan, and left. Then another migrant worker, also in his forties, came in, pinned her against the wall for a while, gave her 60 yuan, and left.

The three migrant workers spent no more than fifteen minutes inside Qu Beibei's body in total. She realized that these migrant workers only needed a short time to vent their frustrations and could not enjoy sex at all. Most of the migrant workers were unwilling to spend money even for such a short time. Qu Beibei liked the three migrant workers' strong and powerful bodies and their rough attitude. She felt that they had no energy to release. If she had sex with them properly, each of them could satisfy her, and she would even want to give them money.

Qu Beibei did not expect that the three guests would be served so quickly. It was still early, so she took a taxi to the guild hall in the neighboring village to find Zhigang.

Chapter 118 Undercover (2)

Zhigang was talking to Lanhua in the office. When he saw Qu Beibei come in, he invited them to have some Kung Fu tea.

"Pour me a glass of hot water first. I need to take my medicine."

Qu Beibei said.

"What medicine?"

Qu Beibei took out a bottle of medicine from her bag and showed it to Zhigang. It turned out to be a contraceptive pill that could be taken in case of unprotected sex or rape.

"You didn't make them wear condoms?"

"They refused. They said since they paid, it had to be real, and it wouldn't feel good with something in between."

"So how's your investigation going?"

Zhigang poured Qu Beibei a glass of water. Qu Beibei swallowed her pills and said, "I've entertained three migrant workers, but the investigation hasn't even started."

"Why?"

"They don't even want a bed, they just go in and out quickly, finished in five minutes, and then ran away."

Qu Beibei still had 180 yuan in her bag for prostitution, but she was too embarrassed to say it.

Seeing that Lan Hua didn't understand what was going on, Zhi Gang explained it to her. Lan Hua slapped her thigh: "If you wanted to understand this, why didn't you ask me?"

"Ask you?"

Qu Beibei looked at Lan Hua suspiciously. "You understand the lives of migrant workers?"

"I've cooked for them for several years, dealing with them every day. You say you don't understand?"

"Then do you understand how they solve their sexual needs?"

"More than just understand. To be honest, while I was cooking, I helped many migrant workers with their sexual needs."

"How did you solve it? Did you just let them have sex with you?"

"How could I? They would have ridden me to death. Some people secretly came over at night to rape me, and I just let them sleep with me for a while."

"How many people have raped you?"

"About twenty."

"Did anyone rape you multiple times?"

"Only three or four, not many times. You don't understand, most migrant workers are actually very timid and don't dare to do anything reckless. Only a few are bold enough to ruin the overall image of migrant workers. They really couldn't bear it anymore and made a lot of decisions before raping me. After I let them have sex, I warned them that if they did it again, I would call the police, and they got scared."

"Zhi Gang,"

Qu Beibei said excitedly, "Let me go cook."

"Are you crazy?"

Lan Hua said. "What kind of man can't you get, that you'd go looking for a rape?"

"Don't be so sure, the man I want really can't be found. I don't even like city guys. I get excited just thinking about those muscular, dark-skinned migrant workers."

"That's easy. I'll arrange it."

Lan Hua first transferred Chunhua, who was working as an assistant to Aunt Wu, to help temporarily in the kitchen of the neighboring village's guild hall. Then she asked Qu Beibei to work as Aunt Wu's assistant. Aunt Wu didn't live on the construction site; she lived outside with the men, and Chunhua usually lived inside. Chunhua was in her twenties, chubby and not pretty, but very fair-skinned. The migrant workers took turns sleeping with her at night, and she was happy to do so. She would take money if someone offered, and if not, she wouldn't. The migrant workers were kind and knew that Chunhua had a hard life, and besides, she had helped them solve a big problem, so they usually gave her thirty or fifty yuan.

At lunchtime, the migrant workers noticed that the assistant cooking was a city girl, much prettier than Chunhua, and her figure was like a model on TV, very alluring. They ate and chatted, the bolder ones striking up a conversation with Qu Beibei while getting their rice.

"What's your name?"

"Liu Qiaoying."

Qu Beibei didn't give her real name.

"Are you from the city?"

"I am now, but I grew up in the countryside."

Qu Beibei had indeed grown up in the countryside, doing farm work and housework from a young age. Aunt Wu was very pleased with her efficiency. The workers talked about her during their meals, inevitably including some lewd remarks, which she clearly heard.

By dinner time, the workers and Qu Beibei were more familiar with each other, and their conversations became much more unrestrained.

When adding soup, they would say, "Qiaoying, is there too much soup? Give me some more."

This was subtle.

When adding rice, they would say, "Qiaoying, the rice is too hard. Do you like it hard? Tonight I'll let you taste how hard it is."

This was direct.

Even bolder ones would deliberately stand very close while adding rice, then, pretending to be careless, elbow Qu Beibei hard in the chest. The workers were strong, and the blow made her breasts ache for a long time.

Qu Beibei found it amusing. The migrant workers' lecherous yet blatant attempts to conceal their desires were rather endearing; they were so transparent, so easy to see through, which only highlighted their naivety and lack of guile. Unlike the city people she dealt with every day, you could never truly know what they were thinking.

After dinner, Aunt Wu left. Qu Beibei washed a huge pile of dishes and cleaned the kitchen; it wasn't dark yet. Some workers were outside enjoying the cool air and taking walks, while others were playing mahjong and gambling in their rooms. There was a ceiling fan in the kitchen, and several people were playing cards around the dining table, surrounded by a group of people. Qu Beibei stood outside watching for a while, wanting to talk to someone, but couldn't find a way to start a conversation. It was clear these migrant workers wanted to get close to her, yet kept their distance. Qu Beibei knew she wasn't familiar enough with them to get their true feelings out of them. There were too many mosquitoes outside, so Qu Beibei went into Chunhua's small room.

The room had a table fan and a television. Qu Beibei turned on the fan and the television, then lowered the mosquito net and hid inside, watching TV through the net. Luckily, she grew up in the countryside, she thought. Any female colleague at the magazine—no, any colleague at all—wouldn't have lasted two hours here. This is the living environment of migrant workers.

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