[Urban] The Working Boy's Romantic Encounters (Complete) - Chapters 40-42 (End)

Chapter 98 Wenjing's Redemption

Wang Yaozong wanted to contact Wenjing as soon as he arrived in Shanghai, but he didn't have her phone number. After their last encounter, he had asked Wenjing for her number, but she said it was company policy that she couldn't give it out. Wang Yaozong had no choice but to ask his secretary to contact An Dong and arrange a meeting with Wenjing.

Wenjing was now completely under An Dong's control. She was An Dong's sexual partner; if An Dong wanted to have sex with her, she had to do it. Whoever An Dong arranged for her to sleep with, she had to go. In City A, Wang Yaozong was An Dong's first client; after returning to Shanghai, An Dong arranged a second major client.

Following the address given by An Dong, Wenjing found a villa area in the western suburbs. A man with a large, fish-like mouth opened the door and let her into the villa. This man was in his fifties, short and stocky, wearing a bathrobe. He led Wenjing directly to the bedroom on the second floor, then sat on the bed and told Wenjing to stand in front of him, saying, "Take off your coat."

Wenjing took off her coat. She was wearing a green shirt underneath and a black skirt. The man said again, "Take off your skirt."

Wenjing took off her skirt, revealing lace shorts underneath.

"Take off your shirt."

Wenjing was now only wearing a bikini. The big-mouthed man's round but small eyes stared intently at her, looking her up and down. She felt as if his gaze was caressing her.

The man didn't tell her to take off any more, saying, "Come here, give me your underwear."

Wenjing took off the man's bathrobe and found that his penis was very small, about the thickness of a lipstick, and not even erect. The man unhooked Wenjing's bra and threw it on the ground, then pulled down her lace shorts a bit. A short, thick, fat hand grabbed her pubic hair and yanked it out, causing Wenjing to scream in pain. The man released his grip, blowing away the few curly black hairs left on his hand, and told Wenjing to take off her underwear. Wenjing took off her underwear and stood naked in front of the man. She had lost all sense of shame. The man hugged Wenjing's body and roughly kneaded it for a while, then released her, saying, "Lick my whole body."

Wenjing hesitated slightly, and the man grabbed her pubic hair again, saying, "I paid a lot of money to bring you here, so you have to serve me well."

Wenjing then kissed his body from head to toe. The old man's skin was dark and rough, scratching Wenjing's tongue until it hurt. Later, her tongue felt numb and lost all sensation. Finally, she licked his penis, but it wasn't hard yet. Wenjing knew that this old man had erectile dysfunction. She took the small penis into her mouth, like a slightly oversized pacifier, gently sucking on it, trying hard not to let her tears fall.

The man said, "Turn your penis to my side."

Wenjing then faced his face with her vulva, and he gently licked her lips and clitoris with his tongue. Wenjing felt pleasure accumulating on her vulva and spreading throughout her body. His penis also began to swell in her mouth, finally standing erect, quite hard, though a little small. The man said, "Hurry up, get on top."

Wenjing mounted him and sat down, aligning her penis with his erect penis. The moment the penis entered her, Wenjing shed tears of both humiliation and pleasure.

The man had difficulty getting an erection, but once he was aroused, he could still hold on. After letting Wenjing stay on top for a while, he excited him even more, then flipped over, pinned her beneath him, and thrust hard for half an hour before ejaculating. Wenjing didn't reach orgasm.

The man was pleased, embracing and kissing Wenjing, calling her "little darling," "little meat," and other mushy words, or uttering vulgarities, but nothing new. Wenjing thought of the pleasure she had with Wang Yaozong. His erudition and wisdom, his handsomeness and sex appeal, and the lightning-fast pleasure he gave her, were things Wenjing often reminisced about. That kind of business was fine, at least there was some pleasure involved, but today's business was only humiliation and boredom with little pleasure. But she still had to spend the whole night with this ugly, big-mouthed man; this was just the beginning.

By day, she was a star admired by all, but by night, she was nothing more than a lowly prostitute. This fate was something she could never have imagined. The man who had driven her to such a state was someone she couldn't escape, someone she frequently slept with, and someone with whom she inevitably experienced pleasure and orgasms.

The third encounter was Wenjing's greatest humiliation. She arrived at a luxury yacht, and as soon as she boarded, the yacht sailed off the shore to the middle of the river. She entered the cabin, which was tastefully decorated; shoes had to be removed before entering. Four men sat on the sofa, their lecherous eyes scrutinizing every inch of Wenjing's body. A man in a floral shirt, with a full beard and a rough appearance, asked, "Are you Helen?"

Wenjing nodded.

"You seem to be the real one. Sing a song."

Wenjing sang her best song, "The Qinghai-Tibet Plateau." The four men exchanged glances, nodded, and confirmed that she was indeed the singer Helen. The bearded man stood up, grabbed Wenjing, and kissed her. A strong smell of smoke made Wenjing cough. He unbuttoned Wenjing's shirt and removed her bra, revealing a pair of full breasts. Wenjing covered her chest with her hands and said, "Why are you doing this here?"

"If not here, where?"

The bearded man opened his mouth wide, the strong smell of smoke hitting Wenjing's nose and giving her a headache. He turned to the other three and asked, "Where do you think we should do it?"

The three men laughed. A thin, bespectacled, pale-faced man said, "You do it for me."

Wenjing had never imagined doing this in front of others, especially three vulgar men. She hesitated, unsure of what to do. The bearded man grabbed her breasts forcefully, hurting her, and said, "Give me your clothes."

Wenjing, with tears in her eyes, took off his shirt.

"And what else?"

Wenjing then pulled down his pants. His penis was already erect, holding them up. Wenjing stretched the waistband wide to pull them down. He then pulled down Wenjing's skirt and even her underwear, exposing her breasts to the four men's gaze.

The bearded man laid Wenjing down on the carpet, spread her legs, and began licking her vulva. At this moment, the bespectacled man came over, took off his clothes, and shoved his penis into her mouth, making her suckle. The other two men also came over naked; one bent down to kiss her breasts, and the other placed his penis in her hand. Wenjing then realized that four of them were going to take her. Wenjing

was dizzy and disoriented, not knowing what to do; in truth, she was no longer in control of her own body. Her vulva was uncooperatively licked open, her vagina opening a crack, and the bearded man's penis entered. She shamelessly experienced pleasure.

But what followed was no longer pleasurable. The bearded man's penis pounded inside her vagina for a long time, then he pulled it out, spraying white fluid into her mouth and onto her breasts. Then, a second penis entered her vagina. This time, she felt her vagina tighten, and it hurt from the friction. The bearded man put his now soft and shrunken penis into her mouth, wanting her to suck it again. The third man forcefully shoved a finger into her vagina, causing her to scream in pain. Nothing had ever entered before, and the pain spread throughout her lower body, as if being torn apart. Gradually, her vagina was stretched open, and a penis much thicker than a finger squeezed in. After the pain subsided, she felt her vagina was completely filled, and the penis moved inside. Then, simultaneously, two men's long, thick penises entered her body. Including the one in her mouth, there were three. The second penis was withdrawn from her vagina, spraying a large amount of hot liquid into her mouth, which she swallowed. The fourth penis eagerly entered her vagina.

When the two men ejaculated simultaneously in her vagina and anus, she felt herself being torn to pieces. However, it wasn't over yet; the bearded man's penis rose again and re-entered her vagina.

She was now numb, only able to let them do as they pleased, without any active response, like a limp rag doll. The four strong men were exhausted from their efforts, which had lasted for several hours, and Wenjing was almost unconscious.

The four men slumped onto the sofa, smoking and drinking tea, leaving Wenjing alone on the carpet. When she got up to wipe herself, she noticed blood, unsure if it was from her vagina or anus. Her tears flowed even more, and she began to sob. The four men left, and no one paid her any attention.

This time, Anton received 100,000 yuan, giving Wenjing half according to the contract; 50,000 yuan was deposited into her account the next day. Her money increased, but so did her humiliation. She didn't know how long she could endure it, only thinking that if she couldn't take it anymore, she would jump into the Huangpu River.

Wenjing took over a week to recover. Fortunately, this situation of four men taking advantage of her only happened once. Generally, clients were polite and respectful to Wenjing; after all, having sex with a famous singer was a rare opportunity, and most clients were relatively civilized and well-mannered.

Hearing Anton tell her to go and accompany Wang Yaozong again, Wenjing felt a surge of excitement. Wang Yaozong was the only client who made her happy, and he gave her more pleasure than any other man.

Wang Yaozong had just showered and was wearing a bathrobe with a cloth belt around his waist. His tall, handsome figure and striking face remained as dashing as ever. Wenjing thought that if he weren't the municipal party secretary, she might have married him. Wang Yaozong helped Wenjing take off her bag and coat, hugged her, kissed her lips, and said, "Go take a shower."

Wenjing, having showered, was also wearing a hotel bathrobe. Her slender figure and beautiful face made one wonder how alluring her body was beneath. Yaozong sat on the bed, letting Wenjing sit on his lap, kissing her earlobes, neck, and collarbone. Although most of Wenjing's clients respected her, they still treated her as a prostitute—a high-class one, no one treated her like a lover. Only in Yaozong's presence did Wenjing feel no sense of selling herself, but rather felt cherished and loved in the arms of her lover. Therefore, under Yaozong's kisses, her body naturally responded, yearning for this man's possession. Yaozong's tongue and lips touched her chest, making her feel as if the sun's warmth was touching her skin.

Yaozong gently loosened the knot in Wenjing's belt at the front, letting it hang down, creating a slit between the two panels of her dress, revealing a dazzling ray of white light. Through the V-shaped opening at her chest, her breasts bulged out like small, white dough balls. Yaozong laid Wenjing flat on the bed, lifting the two panels completely, revealing her beautiful body. Ever since he first possessed this body, Wang Yaozong had longed to possess it again, and today his wish had finally come true.

Yaozong's tongue explored the forest below her abdomen, finding the vibrant flower deep within, already blooming like a rose. Wenjing hadn't felt this completely open and free in a long time; her flower bloomed freely, inviting the man she desired to pluck it. Yaozong sucked the dewdrops on the flower, feeling the petals opening and closing with a spiritual touch as they kissed his tongue. The moment had arrived, and he gently slid the jade pillar into her vagina.

Wenjing shuddered, feeling a surge of heat rising from her vagina, tears welling in her eyes. She didn't know if she was happy, joyful, or sorrowful. She had endured so much pain recently, often reminiscing about her night with Yaozong, longing for him to come back to her. But she knew she didn't have many repeat customers; after all, it cost a fortune to sleep with her for one night, especially since Yaozong wasn't in Shanghai, and her chances of performing in City A again were slim. So, the possibility of sleeping with him again was also extremely low. She hadn't expected Yaozong to come to Shanghai to find her. She felt that in her life filled with so much hardship, to achieve this almost impossible wish was something to be content with.

Wenjing felt as if she had been struck by lightning again—a powerful stimulation that was indistinguishable between pain and pleasure, but definitely the feeling she wanted and fully enjoyed. Her entire body split in two at her vagina, each half adorned with one of her breasts, flying through the air. She was facing death, and death was so beautiful, comfortable, joyful, and alluring. She fell into an abyss…

Back in reality, Wenjing felt somewhat disappointed. She didn't want to come back because reality was cruel. She looked up at Yaozong's weathered, resolute, and handsome face, and sighed softly.

“What's wrong? You seem troubled?”

Yaozong asked her with concern.

Wenjing's large eyes welled up with tears, which rolled down her cheeks onto the pillow. Yaozong picked Wenjing up, kissing away her tears, and said, “What's wrong? Tell me what's wrong.”

Wenjing said, “Even though you're a high-ranking official, I'm afraid you can't help me.”

“Tell me what's troubling you. At least I can give you some useful advice.”

Wenjing told Yaozong about her ordeal. Yaozong felt that he really couldn't help her, but he wanted to rescue Wenjing. He thought for a moment and said, “I'm going abroad this time. I'm flying from Pudong Airport to Europe for an inspection tomorrow. It will take more than ten days. Wait for me to come back, and I'll take care of this.”

More than thirty

days passed, and there was no news from Yaozong.

Another ten days passed, and still no news from Yaozong.

Wenjing felt like Du Shiniang, waiting for a casual promise from a client. But she didn't admit she was Du Shiniang, because she wasn't a prostitute; she was a singer, a famous pop star.

She waited for Zhigang to return. Zhigang had to alternate between Shanghai and City A for a period of time, as business in both cities required his oversight. The couple hadn't been together for two months. When Wenjing returned home, Zhigang had already cooked dinner, waiting for her. They rarely cooked at home after getting married; neither of them were particularly good cooks. After dinner, Zhigang washed the dishes, while Wenjing took a shower. She let the water run over her body, scrubbing every inch, as if afraid Zhigang would notice anything amiss. She felt the passion between them had faded, perhaps due to recent experiences, but tonight she couldn't appear too cold, or Zhigang would become suspicious.

After her shower, Wenjing sat on the bed watching TV. Zhigang quickly finished showering, pounced on Wenjing, and threw her bathrobe under the bed. After all, she was his wife. They hadn't seen each other for two months, and Zhigang was filled with passion for her. Although he had women in City A, he didn't have many. Wenjing's body was both familiar and strange, further stimulating him and fueling his desire. When he parted her legs, he saw that Wenjing's vagina was also open. He had seen women whose vaginas were always tightly closed; only Kelly's vagina was open, and he knew that was caused by a man's penetration. Could it be that Wenjing's vagina had also been penetrated?

Zhigang didn't think much of it; his first priority was to get his penis inside her to relieve his desire. He entered, watching his wife's beautiful face show both pain and pleasure as she happily tossed and turned inside him for over an hour. He and Wenjing simultaneously destroyed themselves.

Zhigang guessed that Wenjing had another man, but he didn't care much. After two months apart, it was understandable that Wenjing would have sex with a man she liked to satisfy her needs. Zhigang wasn't the kind of man who had many women but wouldn't allow his wife to have another man, but he wanted to know who that man was. Of course, if Wenjing didn't say, he wouldn't press the matter. Zhigang, with a cherry in Wenjing's mouth, asked, "Wenjing, tell me, how many men have you slept with in the past two months?"

Wenjing stammered, unsure how to answer. Seeing her silence, Zhigang knew she was neither willing to admit it nor able to lie, so he said, "It's okay, I won't blame you. Go ahead and tell me."

"How did you know I had a man?"

"Not only do I know you have a man, but I also know that man's penis has been inside you."

Wenjing's face flushed crimson. She knew Zhigang had noticed her unusual behavior. She didn't know whether to tell Zhigang the whole truth or admit to having a lover. What would Zhigang think of her if he knew she had become a high-class prostitute?

"Zhigang, let's get a divorce." Zhigang

was surprised and asked, "Why? Have you fallen in love with someone else?"

Wenjing thought of Yaozong; if she had fallen in love with him, she could say so. But she didn't want a divorce because she had fallen in love with someone else. Seeing her silence again, Zhigang said, "I just got back today, let's not talk about these unpleasant things. Can we talk about it tomorrow?"

Zhigang had originally planned to [do something], but he had lost interest, and so had Wenjing.

The next day, as soon as Wenjing arrived at the company, Zhuo Anni told her that they were going to perform in City A for a hot spring festival organized by the municipal government, and they had been invited to perform. A weight was lifted from Wenjing's heart; she knew Yaozong was helping her. Although she hadn't heard from him for over a month, she didn't believe Yaozong would lie to her. But Zhigang had just returned, and she was leaving again, this time to City A; she felt guilty towards him.

This performance was quite large-scale, and Zhuo Anni personally led the team to City A. The municipal government had arranged for them to stay at the Jiuzhou Hotel again. Wenjing had just put down her luggage in her room when the doorbell rang. She opened the door, and standing there was a burly, dark-skinned, square-faced stranger. She asked, "Who are you looking for?"

"Are you Miss Helen?"

"Yes."

"Secretary Wang asked me to come and talk to you."

Wenjing understood, so she let him in and closed the door. Wenjing was staying in a suite. She invited her guest to sit on the sofa in the reception room, took a bottle of mineral water from the refrigerator for him, and said, "Excuse me, I haven't boiled any water yet. Please have this."

"It's alright. This is fine."

The man opened the bottle and took a big gulp of water, saying, "I'm Wang Meng, the captain of the Public Security Brigade of the Public Security Bureau in City A. Secretary Wang said you're having some trouble in Shanghai. I transferred from the Shanghai Garrison Command and have connections with the local public security department, so he asked me to come here."

Wenjing recounted in detail how An Dong had threatened her, and then said, "My biggest worry is that he'll put the photos of me and Xueshan online, and then I'll be finished. So he's controlling me, and I'm getting deeper and deeper into this mess. I don't dare to call the police, afraid that if the police don't handle it well, he'll have many opportunities to upload the photos online before he's arrested. Besides, I don't know if the police will even arrest him."

Wang Meng said, "Let me see the agreement you signed with him."

Wenjing knew Wang Yaozong would ask her about this, so she brought the agreement and showed it to Wang Meng. Wang Meng read it and said, "This agreement isn't enough to get him arrested; at most, it proves he engaged in some commercial fraud. If you want to prevent the photos from leaking, you need evidence that he broke the law. Then the police can arrest him, search his residence, and take away his computer and other items that might contain the photos. You were right not to act rashly."

"I have evidence."

"You have evidence? Let me see it."

"It's a recording of his threats against me."

Wen Jing took out her phone and played a recording for Wang Meng. When Anton threatened her, she deliberately said she was calling someone to discuss something, but she didn't actually make a call; instead, she pressed the record button. Anton didn't suspect anything; he simply stopped her from making the call.

Wang Meng listened for a while and said, "This evidence is very strong. We can definitely arrest him and interrogate him. Here's what we'll do: I'll go back to Shanghai and talk to my colleagues at the Public Security Bureau. Let's see what they say. If my suggestion is correct, we'll work together to plan an operation, arrest Anton cleanly and efficiently, and remove your photos. As for whether Anton is convicted later, and what charge he might face, that's not important."

"Right. What charge he faces doesn't matter. Even if he's acquitted, it doesn't matter. I just need to remove the photos."

"Let's exchange phone numbers. Contact me when you're back in Shanghai after your performance."

"Thank you so much. You saved my life; otherwise, he would have driven me to my death sooner or later."

"No need to be polite. I'm a police officer. Although this isn't within my job scope, I'll definitely take care of it if I can. Besides, it was arranged by Secretary Wang. He asked me for help in a personal capacity, but it's still a task."

Chapter 099: Whipping Snow Breasts

. Back in Shanghai from City A, Wenjing discovered that an entertainment newspaper had published a report about the secret relationship between the famous writer Xueshan and the famous actress Helen, accompanied by a photo of Xueshan and Wenjing chatting intimately together at a banquet. Wenjing's heart skipped a beat when she saw the photo in the newspaper, thinking that Anton had produced a picture of him and Xueshan in compromising positions. She only felt relieved after seeing that they were clothed. She understood that such photos wouldn't be published in newspapers, but it was hard to say what would happen online. She was still uneasy, always feeling that her clothes weren't secure and that she could be stripped naked at any moment. She often had nightmares at night, dreaming that she was naked walking down the street without realizing it. When she finally realized she was naked, she had nowhere to hide and nothing to cover herself with, often waking up in a panic when she was at her wit's end. She opened her eyes in the darkness and breathed a long sigh of relief when she realized it was a dream. She was drenched in sweat, thankful it was a dream and not reality. But she didn't know if she'd be so lucky next time. If her explicit photos—no, something even more terrifying—were to appear online, the consequences would be far more serious than running naked in her dream.

Wenjing walked into Zhuo Anni's office with a newspaper, intending to ask how the news had leaked. She noticed the same newspaper on Zhuo Anni's desk.

"Helen, please sit down."

Zhuo Anni gestured to the sofa, inviting Wenjing to sit. She herself walked over from behind her desk and sat down, saying, "Don't worry, this is a public relations tactic carefully planned by Anton and me."

"Public relations tactic?"

Wenjing asked curiously, "What kind of public relations is it to throw mud at me?"

"Don't worry, tomorrow we'll publish a report with the opposite content, clarifying the facts and saying that Xueshan is just a die-hard fan of yours, and there's no romance between you two."

"Is it meaningful for you to say both sides like this?"

"Of course it's meaningful. Don't you think the audience's enthusiasm has waned a bit lately? To keep them paying attention to you, you have to create some stories for you, arouse their curiosity, and make them unable to stop watching. This is a common hype tactic used in our industry."

Ever since signing the agreement with Anton, Wenjing had felt guilty towards Anni, because that agreement abandoned Anni's Yijingfeng Culture Company, and it was also a breach of contract by Wenjing. Fortunately, Anton never publicly betrayed Yi Jingfeng Culture Company; he still needed to utilize this platform. Therefore, he only secretly arranged for Wenjing to sleep with wealthy individuals or officials, without interfering with normal performance activities. Annie was unaware of the agreement, believing Anton and Wenjing were profiting for her, unaware that she was secretly working for them. Annie had always been kind to Wenjing, who had considered telling her the truth more than once, but held back. She knew Anton was confident and unafraid to tell Annie.

Wenjing dialed Wang Meng's number: "Captain Wang, hello. I'm back in Shanghai."

Wang Meng said, "I've already given your recording evidence to my comrade who works at the Public Security Bureau. However, he's also in charge of public security, just like me, and needs to hand the recording over to the Economic Crime Investigation Department. How about this, I'll contact him and see if he's free now, and we can meet to talk. Wait for my call."

A few minutes later, Wang Meng called: "Miss Helen, he's free at noon, why don't you come and have lunch with us?"

Following the address Wang Meng gave her, Wenjing found a small restaurant near the Nanshi District Public Security Bureau. Wang Meng was waiting alone in a private room and said to her, "He doesn't have much time at noon, so I had to ask you to come."

"It's alright. It's only right that I come, after all, it's for my sake."

A tall, strong man walked in through the door, and Wang Meng stood up and said, "Let me introduce you. This is my comrade-in-arms, Wu Guozhu, the district public security captain. This is Miss Helen."

“I know you,”

Wu Guozhu said. “I’ve seen Miss Helen’s performance on TV. I really like your singing.”

Wu Guozhu gently squeezed Wenjing’s four fingers. His palm was rough, but warm. They sat down around a large round table. Wang Meng said, “I’ve ordered the food. Guozhu can’t drink at noon, and we’re short on time. Let’s talk business first.”

Wu Guozhu said, "Ms. Helen, I've handed the audio evidence over to the Economic Crime Investigation Division. They said it needs to be verified and investigated, and there are procedures to follow, which will take some time. I've already told them your requirements: don't alert them, either leave them alone or seize the photos in one fell swoop. However, your situation isn't serious yet; no serious consequences have occurred. They're very busy, with many major cases to handle, so it might be difficult for them to file a case for you."

Wenjing said, "My situation isn't serious? Do they have to wait until someone dies before they file a case?"

"No, not at all. They're indeed short-staffed and overwhelmed. But don't worry, I'll keep an eye on things and let you know as soon as I have any news."

After the food arrived, Wu Guozhu hurriedly ate some food and left. Wenjing felt somewhat disappointed; it seemed that destroying the photos and getting away wouldn't be easy. She said to Wang Meng, who was engrossed in his meal, "Thank you, Captain Wang."

Wang Meng looked up and said, "You're welcome. Don't be disappointed, give me some time, it'll be resolved."

Wen Jing smiled at him and said, "I must thank you no matter what, you even came all the way to Shanghai for my sake. Where do you live?"

"My home is in Shanghai, I haven't moved to City A yet."

Wang Meng put down his bowl and called out, "Waiter, the bill."

"I'll pay

," Wen Jing said, taking out her wallet from her bag. "I should pay."

Wang Meng gently pressed her hand, making her unable to move. "You're a celebrity, you're definitely richer than me. But how could I let a lady pay? Soldiers may be rough, but they still know this basic etiquette."

Wen Jing had no choice but to let him pay. They parted ways at the restaurant entrance. Wenjing held Wang Meng's hand, saying worriedly, "Captain Wang, you can't just abandon me."

"Don't worry. Since I'm in charge, I'll see it through to the end."

Wenjing

returned to her office. An Dong came over and asked her, "Where did you go this morning?"

"I met up with an old friend and had a quick meal. What's wrong? Don't I even have my freedom anymore?"

"You have your freedom, but I'm responsible for your safety."

An Dong approached her, handed her a small note, and said, "Go to this place this afternoon."

Wenjing drove An Dong's Buick to the villa area on Yindu Road in Minhang District. She always swapped cars with An Dong when going to clients' places; driving her Mercedes would be too conspicuous, and she was afraid fans would recognize her. The man who opened the door for Wenjing was a tall, slender, and refined man wearing glasses. He warmly invited Wenjing to sit on the sofa in the living room and poured her a glass of orange juice. He sat down next to Wenjing and said, "Miss Helen, it's an honor to have you here today. I've loved listening to your songs since your debut, and the more I listen, the more I like them."

"Really?"

Wenjing felt a little more at ease. This customer didn't seem uncouth; he appeared to be an intellectual. Generally, those who could afford to sleep with a singer like her were wealthy bosses, usually with low levels of education, only thinking about conquering singers in bed to satisfy their vanity. Most customers wouldn't even talk about singing when they met her; as long as they verified her identity and confirmed she was the singer Helen, that was enough. Then came the prostitution, saying suggestive or cheesy things. It was rare to encounter a well-educated and cultured person, and a client with Wang Yaozong's level of expertise was even

rarer. This bespectacled man actually started talking to her about singing, commenting on famous singers one by one, knowing their strengths and weaknesses intimately, and offering insightful opinions. Wenjing, a little curious, asked, "Are you studying music?"

Her question was somewhat abrupt; her gaze was interrupted, and she paused for a moment before replying, "No. I study philosophy."

"Oh. That's understandable. Philosophy is all-encompassing, and there's philosophy in music too."

"Yes."

The man's eyes behind his glasses lit up, as if he'd found a kindred spirit. "It seems you know a bit about philosophy. No wonder when I listen to you sing, I always feel you have a deep understanding of the lyrics' meaning and the expressive power of the music. Your cultural refinement far surpasses that of ordinary singers."

He began to critique Wenjing's singing style, evaluating each song one by one, including points that Wenjing herself hadn't even realized. Wenjing couldn't help but feel touched; this was a true fan. Almost every song Wenjing had sung was critiqued, and he began to point out her shortcomings, surprisingly with considerable insight. Wenjing was aware of her own shortcomings, but not entirely, and he pointed them out without reservation, making her break out in a sweat. He wasn't a professional musician, so some of his opinions might seem unprofessional, but precisely because he was an outsider, the problems he saw were things that music academy professors wouldn't notice. Wenjing even forgot the purpose of her trip and felt that it hadn't been in vain.

At Glasses' request, Wenjing sang two of her best songs a cappella: "The Qinghai-Tibet Plateau" and "Walking into Tibet." Glasses' assessment was: apart from the original singer, Li Na, who had retired from the music scene and become a nun, no one could sing these two songs better than Wenjing.

This was too high a praise, and Wenjing was skeptical. But facing the sincere look in Glasses' eyes behind his lenses, she had to believe it, or at least she believed that Glasses truly thought so.

"Alright,"

Glasses said, "now go to the bathroom and take a shower."

It seemed he hadn't forgotten the purpose of calling Wenjing here at all. He put his arm around Wenjing's waist and walked with her to the bathroom door, saying, "Miss Helen, I'm very fond of you, and thank you for coming today. However, there might be something offensive later, so let me explain. No matter what happens later, I will always respect you."

Wenjing went into the bathroom, took off her clothes, and thought to herself while showering, "This guy with glasses is probably too bookish and a bit foolish. I'm here to do things for you, why be so polite?"

Wenjing went into the bedroom wearing a bathrobe, and the man with glasses went in to shower as well. His actions made Wenjing feel like she was with a husband, natural and warm. Wenjing sat on the bed and looked around the bedroom. The decoration was simple and natural, without any deliberate or pretentious touches or unnecessary furnishings. Only on the white wall above the bedside table hung a black leather whip less than a meter long, intricately woven. This abrupt decoration had a very striking effect, giving the bedroom a unique character and atmosphere.

The man came out of the bathroom, wearing a bathrobe, his glasses gone, his thin face looking somewhat serious. He stood by the bed and said to Wenjing, "From now on, you are my slave. You will do whatever I tell you to do."

Wenjing was used to the way her clients spoke and wasn't angry. Seeing that she didn't speak, the man said, "You must say 'yes.'"

Wenjing had always endured humiliation in silence, but she had never responded humbly before. But since her client had made this request, she had no choice but to obey. She replied, "Yes."

"Get off the bed."

Wenjing got off the bed and stood opposite him.

"Turn around and hold onto the bed with both hands."

Wenjing turned around, bent over, and held onto the edge of the bed with both hands, presenting her buttocks and flower to the man. Some clients had also requested this, to enter her flower from behind. Out of

the corner of her eye, Wenjing saw that the whip on the wall had been taken down, and realized that the whip was probably meant to be used on her. Before she could think clearly, she heard a "crack," and her right buttock was already burning from the whip. She

cried out, "Ah!" and gritted her teeth, knowing that she was going to suffer again today. Then, with another "smack," a burning pain shot through her left buttock. The man had lashed her seven or eight times, seemingly without using his full strength, but it was already unbearable for Wenjing. She cried out in a tearful voice, finally sobbing uncontrollably. The man stopped whipping her, his hands caressing Wenjing's buttocks. Touching the wound, Wenjing winced in pain, her whole body trembling, and she cried out again. The man then gently licked her buttocks with his tongue; perhaps the saliva had a pain-relieving effect, making Wenjing feel cool and comfortable. The man's hands caressed the uninjured areas on both sides of her buttocks, his tongue licking the injured spots, and he softly asked, "Darling, does it hurt?"

Tears streamed down Wenjing's face. She thought to herself, "Let me hit you a few times and see if it hurts," but didn't say it aloud. But the man's tenderness warmed her heart. She felt that no matter what, if a man could offer her such warmth during or after hardship, she would be content. Thinking this, she felt the pain lessen, and a warmth rose from her lower abdomen. The man then gently stroked her injured buttocks with both hands. She found the touch pleasurable and leaned back, pressing her back against his chest. He embraced her from behind, his hands moving from her buttocks to her abdomen, grasping her breasts. This tenderness brought Wenjing unprecedented pleasure. She forgot the pain and began to intensely desire this man. One hand reached behind and grasped his hard erection.

He entered Wenjing from behind, and she felt as if struck by lightning, her body splitting in two. Pleasure amplified with the tearing of flesh. She cried out on the bed, letting him thrust her to ecstasy.

The three men held Wenjing in their arms, sat her on the bed, and said gently, "Now you understand that I like you?"

"I understand,"

Wenjing said cheerfully.

"Does your butt still hurt?"

"No, it doesn't."

Actually, her buttocks still felt a little hot, but Wenjing now felt it was enjoyable, not painful.

"Life is about learning to enjoy pain,"

the man said. "Life is originally made up of pain. Only when you know how to enjoy pain can you taste the true flavor of life. If you think life can only be sweet and fragrant, and not bitter, then you don't know what true sweetness and fragrance are."

Wenjing seemed to understand, feeling the bitterness that had been building up in her heart for some time beginning to dissipate. She began to admire and like this man. The man kissed Wenjing's red lips, looking at her beautiful face, and said, "I really want to slap your beautiful face, but unfortunately you have to go on stage to perform."

Wenjing asked curiously, "Do you want to destroy anything beautiful you see?"

"No, not at all. I only have this desire for what belongs to me and is most beloved. The first time I did this was with my wife. We hadn't had sex in a long time and were about to go through with divorce proceedings, but I couldn't bear to part with her, so I said to her, 'You are my wife, let me prove to you one last time, okay?' She asked me, 'How will you prove it?' I said, 'I'll beat you up, and then we'll get a divorce.'"

Wenjing stared at the man with wide eyes, and asked, "And then? Did she let you hit her?"

"I raped her, slapped her buttocks with my hands, but it wasn't enough, so I found a small piece of hemp rope and whipped her, making her cry and scream. Then she suddenly hugged me and kissed me, wanting to have sex with me. I didn't expect this outcome. This was the most fulfilling sex we'd ever had since we got married. After we finished, she immediately tore up the divorce papers and said to me, 'I'm your slave for life, you can whip me every day.'"

"And now?"

Wenjing pressed for details.

"Now it's great. We know that the reason we argue and even consider divorce is because we're too familiar with each other and the excitement and attraction have faded. Now we have so much fun, of course we won't argue anymore. She knows I like you, and actually she likes listening to your songs too, so she fulfilled that wish. This makes me love her even more."

"You mean, she knew I came today?"

"Of course. She arranged it all."

Wenjing said, bewildered, "Are there really couples like this?"

The man stroked Wenjing and said, "The way of husband and wife is tolerance and understanding. You possess him, you possess his heart, not his body."

Wenjing couldn't help but kiss the man's face and said, "Thank you."

The man chuckled and stroked Wenjing's breast, then suddenly pinched it. Wenjing screamed in pain, instantly realizing, was he starting again?

A purplish-blue bruise appeared on Wenjing's white breast. The man then pinched Wenjing's arm, and a purplish-blue bruise appeared on her arm as well. Wenjing cried out in pain again. She didn't understand, why did it have to be like this? The man stood up from the bed, grabbed the whip, and began lashing Wenjing, leaving red welts on her white breasts, chest, and thighs. Wenjing felt a burning pain all over her body, as if she were on fire. Tears streamed down her face, but she felt the pain subside to a certain point, replaced by an intense sexual desire. Her screams gradually turned into moans, yearning for the man to enter her body.

Once again, the man cleaved her in two like lightning, letting her burn, letting her perish.

Wenjing regained consciousness, collapsing limply onto the bed. The man gently kissed the welts on her body, tears streaming down his face. Wenjing enjoyed his kisses and his weeping; her body still burned, but she felt a sense of peace.

The man said, "Next time, you can come and hit me. Okay?"

"Would you be willing?"

"I'm willing to be your servant, at your beck and call."

Wenjing thought for a moment and said, "Next time, I probably won't do this kind of thing."

"Won't do this kind of thing? Will you still sing?"

"I think I will."

"Then can I contact you?"

Looking at the man's squinting, nearsighted eyes, which revealed a longing look, Wenjing said, "Give me your phone number, and I'll contact you if I need to."

Wenjing hoped that Wang Meng and his comrades could rescue her as soon as possible, but she didn't expect that after Wang Meng returned to City A, he had no time to care about her affairs.

Wang Meng wanted to report the situation of his trip to Shanghai to Secretary Wang, but found that his phone was turned off. He went to the secretary's office, but the door was closed, and his secretary, Ye Changqing, was not there. He asked the others in the secretariat, but they all said they didn't know, and that they were probably on a business trip.

Wang Meng returned to his office at the Public Security Bureau, but heard a shocking piece of inside information: Wang Yaozong had been placed under investigation.

Wang Meng was a demobilized cadre who had only recently arrived. He was unaffiliated with any faction and disliked getting involved in trouble. If the news of Wang Yaozong's investigation was true, it wouldn't affect him much. However, it greatly impacted his ability to help Wen Jing. He didn't know whether he should continue to help her.

A few days later, the news was confirmed: Wang Yaozong was indeed under investigation for bribery, selling official positions, and having illicit relationships. This was a major upheaval in City A, and Wang Meng temporarily lost his time to help Wen Jing. Many cadres and business owners were summoned for questioning by the provincial discipline inspection commission's working group, and some never came out. Even Wang Meng was summoned once, only to be asked a few questions before being released. The commissioner asked him questions including what he was doing in Shanghai. He then realized he was being followed and monitored. As a former special forces soldier, his skills and mental fortitude were impeccable, but he couldn't help but feel a chill, realizing that working in the local government was far more complex than he had imagined. The disciplinary commissioner also questioned him about the details of several public security incidents, including the farmers' disturbance at the groundbreaking ceremony for the new distillery site, the migrant workers at the distillery's construction site demanding unpaid wages, and the distillery employees' disturbance at the municipal government building. This seemed to imply that these incidents were intricately linked to Wang Yaozong. In handling the cases, he only discovered that someone was indeed instigating the farmers' disturbance—the owners of several local real estate and construction companies. He didn't even consider investigating further. Before

leaving, the disciplinary commissioner instructed Wang Meng not to reveal anything about what had been discussed that day to anyone. Wang Meng, of course, knew these rules. Walking out of the working group's temporary office, he felt a chill once again, realizing that the waters of City A were too deep, and he had to proceed with extreme caution. Why was Wang Yaozong helping Helen? What was their relationship? He couldn't act rashly before figuring it out, lest he get burned. He called his comrade-in-arms in Shanghai, Wu Guozhu, and asked him to temporarily put Helen's matter aside and wait for his definitive news.

Chapter 100 Zhichun's Repentance

Wang Yaozong was placed under investigation, triggering a major reshuffle of the cadre ranks in City A. Wang Yaozong had served two terms in City A, nearly ten years, and was deeply entrenched in power. His domineering style meant that successive mayors were practically figureheads, with him having the final say. Those who obeyed him could remain mayors, while those who didn't would not last long. Before taking action against him, higher-level leaders needed to make arrangements to minimize the impact on City A's cadre ranks and normal operations. Zhang Linli was transferred from another region to serve as mayor under these circumstances. She had no connections with any level of government within the province, and being a woman, Wang Yaozong had no suspicion of her, even offering some support in work matters.

In her first year in office, Zhang Linli accomplished a considerable amount of work, but she maintained a low profile. Immediately after Wang Yaozong's dismissal, Zhang Linli assumed the role of acting secretary, taking full control of City A's party and government work.

Ma Shengping, director of the Investment Promotion Bureau, and Li Yinghui, president of the City A branch of the China Construction Bank, were also placed under investigation. They were all Wang Yaozong's mistresses, promoted from ordinary cadres to key leadership positions by him. They were all implicated in Wang Yaozong's corruption case. There were three or four other female cadres in similar situations. Furthermore, the key leaders of important departments in City A were also appointed by Wang Yaozong. Their relationships with him require in-depth investigation, resulting in the dismissal or suspension of a considerable number of bureau chiefs and secretaries.

These positions couldn't be filled immediately, but work couldn't be disrupted. Whether the deputy could handle the job and whether the deputy himself had any issues were all crucial considerations. Therefore, Zhang Linli was extremely busy recently, but this was also a rare opportunity for her to showcase her abilities.

Zhigang knew it wasn't a good time to approach Linli; not only was it a matter of avoiding suspicion during this sensitive period, but Linli also genuinely didn't have time to see him. However, Zhichun had also been summoned by the Discipline Inspection Commission, and he needed to inquire about Zhichun's situation. Zhichun wasn't good with words, and Zhigang also wanted to convey through Linli to the special investigation team that Zhichun was merely a victim and bystander, and hadn't been involved in anything related to Wang Yaozong.

Unable to see Linli, and with no other way to get close to the task force, Zhigang had no choice but to consult Zhou Kai. After all, Zhou Kai was also part of the system, and a bureau-level cadre on par with Wang Yaozong; he should know how to handle this kind of situation.

Zhou Kai waited for Zhigang in the lobby coffee shop of the Jiuzhou Hotel. He believed Zhichun should be fine and would be out soon. His concern was that if Wang Yaozong got into trouble, it would implicate others, and even outside investors like themselves might be unsafe. They had dealt with Wang Yaozong countless times over land, loans, and various other issues; who could say they had no connection to him? He asked Zhigang, "Did you have any financial dealings with him while you were applying for the loan?"

"No. At most, I slept with Li Yinghui a few times, nothing else."

"That's good. However, I'm worried about Lao Kan. I don't believe he has no connection with Wang Yaozong."

"Then Lao Kan is in big danger?"

"Hard to say. It depends on how deeply he's involved."

Zhigang's phone rang. He said, "It's Lan Hua. It's probably related to Lao Kan."

"Hello, Zhigang, I can't get through to Kan Wei,"

Lan Hua said.

"Really? How long has it been?"

"I haven't been able to contact him since this morning. I'm worried he might have been implicated by Wang Yaozong."

"Very likely. Come over here, Lao Zhou and I are in the lobby of the Jiuzhou Hotel."

Zhigang hung up the phone and said to Zhou Kai, "Old Kan is in trouble. We haven't been able to get through to him since this morning. He's probably already in jail."

"That's for sure,"

Zhou Kai said. "If he's already in jail, we can only leave it to fate. There's nothing we can do. Hopefully, the impact won't spread any further."

Lan Hua rushed in and, as soon as she sat down, asked Zhou Kai, "Lao Zhou, what do you think will happen to Kan Wei?"

"It's hard to say. It depends on how close he was to Wang Yaozong."

"Will he be sentenced?"

"If he breaks the law, he will be sentenced."

"Will he break the law?"

"Bribery is a possibility. But the situation is unclear right now, so it's impossible to say. Maybe he'll be back in a couple of days without any problems. This kind of situation happens a lot,"

Zhigang said. "I feel that not many bribe-givers are severely punished. Think about it, how many high-ranking officials have fallen from grace in recent years? And correspondingly, how many of the bribe-givers, the business owners, have been sentenced?"

"That's also a fact,"

Zhou Kai said. "But his assets will definitely shrink. Fines and the return of illegal gains are very heavy." "

I'm willing to spend any amount of money, as long as I can get him out,"

Lan Hua said.

"Don't worry, Lan Hua,"

Zhou Kai comforted her. "Just wait patiently. What's meant to be will be."

Lan Hua said, "My anxiety is a small matter, but the company can't do without Lao Kan. If he doesn't come out soon, the construction site will have to stop."

"Even if the construction site catches fire, Lao Kan can't come out now. We can only do something after the disciplinary committee's inquiry phase is over and the legal process begins. This won't take long. Besides, Lao Kan has so many projects across the country. If they all depend on him, he can't survive. Similarly, this project in City A definitely needs him too. You're not part of his company, so apart from the winery project, you shouldn't interfere in anything else, nor is it appropriate for you to. You need to trust Lao Kan and the people he employs. If the people he employs can't make independent decisions at this time, then Lao Kan has made a mistake in personnel management."

At this moment, two men wearing black t-shirts walked up to them. One of them politely asked Zhigang, "Excuse me, are you Feng Zhigang?"

"Yes."

“We’re from the Provincial Commission for Discipline Inspection. Please come with us to verify a few things.”

Zhigang glanced at Lanhua and Zhou Kai, feeling a sense of desolation. Lanhua and Zhou Kai sat on the sofa, watching as he followed the two men from the Commission for Discipline Inspection into a van parked outside. The car drove south to the Yinshan Sanatorium, turned left after entering, and drove into a villa area, stopping in front of a villa. Zhigang then realized that the Commission for Discipline Inspection’s working group was temporarily working here.

Zhigang was led to a room on the second floor of the villa, which contained only a table and a few chairs. The two men who brought him sat behind the table and told him to sit in a chair opposite them.

“Don’t be nervous,”

said the man on the right, who had a longer face and looked to be in his forties. “We just want to verify a few things with you. You can go back once you’ve explained them clearly.”

Zhigang nodded without speaking, thinking that if he couldn’t explain the issues clearly, he might not be able to go back.

The other man, with a round face and looking to be only in his thirties, opened a small notebook and asked Zhigang questions as he looked through it. It seemed that these questions had been prepared in advance. His questions were almost entirely related to the winery, detailing every step from the initial proposal to the present, especially the farmers' disturbance at the groundbreaking ceremony. The long-faced man also inquired about details of Zhigang's relationship with Wang Yaozong.

After several hours of questioning, having asked everything he needed to, Zhigang estimated it was almost over. He thought, "They said they'd ask a few questions, but they've asked hundreds."

The two men exchanged glances, seemingly having nothing more to ask. Suddenly, the long-faced man asked Zhigang another question: "You and Mayor Zhang Linli have known each other for a long time?"

Zhigang was taken aback, not expecting him to ask about Linli, but knowing he couldn't hesitate when answering, he replied, "Yes. We were classmates in the EMBA program at the Accounting School."

"You met at the Accounting School?"

"Yes."

"Didn't you know each other before that?"

"No."

Zhigang answered decisively. He absolutely couldn't reveal anything about his past with Linli. If he did, even if it wasn't illegal, Linli's political future would be ruined.

"Think carefully. You really didn't know her before that?"

Zhigang was startled. Did they know? As long as Linli didn't say anything, the possibility was slim; Linli was unlikely to talk about it.

"I really didn't know her."

Zhigang was still struggling internally. What if Linli told him? Even if she did, he couldn't admit it. He had to eliminate any possibility that would be detrimental to her. Even if it was eventually confirmed that he had lied, he could simply say he was embarrassed to admit it; it wouldn't violate any law. The consequences wouldn't be serious. Having made up his mind, Zhigang calmly met the two men's sharp gazes. He didn't dare to directly meet their eyes, so he looked them straight in the nose, letting them sense his composure, neither fearful nor provocative.

The long-faced man then asked some more questions about Linli and the distillery. It turned out that Linli was indeed the first to propose bringing in investment for the distillery project, and it was also Linli who directly recommended Zhigang to take over, suggesting a deep connection between her and the distillery. But apart from that, she had no further connection with the distillery. Zhigang answered these questions truthfully, thinking to himself, "Linli is really something. I was even a little annoyed that she didn't care about this project, but it turns out she had such a deep purpose." He felt that Linli was like a martial arts master; he couldn't tell how strong her offense was, but her defense was impenetrable, without a single flaw.

At this moment, Zhigang felt more at ease, knowing that there was nothing more to ask them. Sure enough, the two nodded to each other in understanding, and the long-faced man said to him, "Feng Zhigang, thank you for your cooperation. You can leave now."

The round-faced man said, "Feng Zhigang, don't spread anything about what I called you here to talk about today, and don't spread irresponsible remarks based on speculation, otherwise you will be held responsible. Understand?"

"Understood."

Zhigang thought of Zhichun's matter, thinking that if he didn't say it now, when would he? "Comrade, there's one more thing I'd like to explain."

"What is it?"

The long-faced man seemed to be hoping for some new and valuable information.

“Feng Zhichun is my sister, and you brought her here too. She and Wang Yaozong are just living together; I can guarantee she hasn’t interfered in anything. I know her; she’s a person without any ambition, and she wouldn’t make any demands on Wang Yaozong. She was forced to live with him because of his tyranny; she’s a victim.”

The long-faced man seemed somewhat disappointed and said seriously, “How do you know we brought Feng Zhichun? Did you see her? Don’t make baseless accusations. This matter ends here. You can leave.”

Zhigang walked out of the villa and headed towards the main gate of the villa area. It was already dark, and the streetlights in the villa area were dim, all glowing green energy-saving bulbs, like will-o’-the-wisps. They didn’t even think about how Zhigang would get back to the city, and Zhigang didn’t dare ask for a ride. He walked out of the villa area and headed towards the gate of the sanatorium. Only there could he hail a taxi.

Zhigang waited for half an hour before finally hailing a taxi that was turning back. He called Zhou Kai and Lan Hua separately, asking the taxi to take him directly to the place where Zhou Kai and Zhihong were renting. He had never been there before, feeling awkward about his sister's illegal cohabitation with someone, but he couldn't care less today. Lan Hua came over immediately after receiving the call; they met downstairs and took the elevator up together. It was an upscale residential area, and Zhou Kai and Zhi Hong lived on the 16th floor.

Zhi Hong opened the door and told them not to take off their shoes and to come straight into the living room. Zhou Kai had been waiting for them and asked, "They didn't give you any trouble, did they?"

"No. They just asked too many questions, not the ones they said they would ask."

Zhi Gang recounted the contents of the interrogation he had endured. He hadn't heeded the round-faced man's warning not to tell anyone about the conversation; he couldn't possibly not tell these people.

They both understood that they had no clue whatsoever and couldn't come up with any solutions. They simply needed to be together for a while to find psychological comfort and support in each other. Everything was as Zhou Kai had said; they needed to have a preliminary understanding of the situation before they could take any action. In the meantime, they could only chat haphazardly like they did today. Fang Youping also came, learned about the situation in detail, but had nothing to say. They sat until midnight before saying goodbye.

After saying farewell to Fang Youping downstairs, Zhigang got into Lanhua's car. Lanhua asked, "Shall I take you to the Jiuzhou Hotel?"

"Sure. You'll stay with me tonight."

Lanhua didn't reply. Tonight, they both needed each other.

After showering, they stood by the bed in their bathrobes, embracing and kissing. They felt like two people abandoned on a deserted island, the whole world reduced to just the two of them, left only to depend on each other. Since Lanhua and Kan Wei started living together, Zhigang hadn't made love to Lanhua. He untied Lanhua's clothes, took off her bathrobe, and kissed her breasts, saying, "Let me see if Kan Wei ruined your breasts."

"So what if he did? Are you going to make Old Kan pay for them?"

Zhigang laid Lanhua down on the bed, her legs spread wide, her open vulva staring at him with hungry eyes. He knelt down, letting the fluid seeping from her vulva overwhelm his tongue. He stood up, grabbed his penis, and thrust it into her. Orchid quickly reached climax under his assault. Because Zhigang was standing on the floor, she had nowhere to grab onto, so she pounded the bed hard, her body twisting like a pretzel. Zhigang skillfully helped Orchid gradually calm down from her first wave of pleasure. He had Orchid turn over, stand on the floor, and hold onto the bed with her hands, then he entered her from behind again.

Zhigang held Orchid's plump buttocks with both hands and thrust into her. He parted Orchid's buttocks and saw her vulva, then asked, "Orchid, you've never had a man inside you before, have you?"

"Where?"

Orchid's back was to Zhigang, and she didn't understand what he was talking about.

Zhigang's finger touched her vulva and said, "Right here."

Orchid trembled and said, "No."

"Shall we try it?"

They had been having sex for over ten years, and Orchid found trying something new even more exciting, so she said, "We can try, will it hurt?"

Zhigang didn't know if it would hurt, so he just said something like, "It's similar to a virgin's experience; once it hurts, you'll feel pleasure."

"Then let's try it."

Zhigang first used one index finger to poke inside, and soon the whole finger was inside. Orchid only felt a swelling sensation, without any pain. Zhigang then inserted two more fingers. Lanhua

cried out, "Ah!" feeling pain, but as the two fingers slowly went in, it only caused a feeling of fullness without pain. Zhigang knew what to do. He pulled the jade pillar out of her vagina, pressed it against the entrance, and used his hand to help push it in, gradually squeezing it in until it was completely buried at the base. Lanhua groaned, the feeling of fullness and pain mixed with an indescribable pleasure and joy. She said, "Try moving slowly."

Zhigang moved slowly, gradually increasing the range of motion, and Lanhua's groans grew stronger. Zhigang felt that it was very tight here, like a virgin's, all the walls of the vagina tightly gripping the jade pillar, all the sensitive nerves stimulating each other, creating a unique sensation. He finally couldn't hold back any longer and released his life force inside. It was the first time he had reached orgasm in such a short time.

Unlike orgasms in vaginas, Lanhua's pleasure, although also quite strong, was over as soon as the jade pillar was released. Both of them were covered in sweat and went to the bathroom to shower together. Lan Hua smeared bath soap on her little brother and scrubbed him like she was milking a cow, saying, "I never thought you could do that in there. Who have you done it with?"

Zhi Gang also helped Lan Hua wash her breasts, laughing as he said, "Only Kelly does it like that. Chinese people rarely do it like that, unless they're homosexuals."

Lan Hua looked up at Zhi Gang and asked, "Have you ever done it with a man?"

"No,"

Zhi Gang shook his head, "I've never even thought about it."

After showering, they tried again in the bathroom, finding it truly pleasurable and enjoyable. Then they returned to bed and made love for another two hours, both exhausted, before finally falling asleep in each other's arms. Otherwise, neither of them could sleep.

In the morning, Zhigang was awakened by his phone ringing. With his eyes still closed, he reached for it on the bedside table and held it to his ear: "Hello."

"Zhigang. Where are you?"

It was Zhichun's voice.

Zhigang sat up abruptly and asked, "Zhichun, you're out?"

"I'm out. I need to see you and Lanhua."

"Okay. Come to the coffee shop on the first floor of the Jiuzhou Hotel right away."

Lanhua was also awake and asked, "Zhichun is out?"

"Yes. Get dressed quickly, Zhichun will be there soon."

They went downstairs, where Zhichun was already waiting. She hugged Lanhua, burying her face in her shoulder and silently weeping. Lanhua patted her, letting her cry for a while. She helped Zhichun to a seat in the coffee shop and asked, "You didn't suffer in there, did you?" Zhichun

shook her head and pulled out some tissues from the table to wipe her tears.

"It's good that you're out,"

Zhigang comforted her. "It proves you're alright. No matter what happens to Wang Yaozong in the future, you must stay far away from him.

" "I'm sorry, Zhigang. I've let you down."

"No. As long as you understand this, everything will start anew."

"Zhigang, I've thought it through these past two days. I plan to go back to Shanghai and quit working in City A."

"Going back to Shanghai is good,"

Lanhua said. "Go back and live a good life with Zheng Ting."

Zhichun's tears flowed again: "The person I'm most sorry for is Zheng Ting. I don't know if he can forgive me."

"Forgive what?"

Lanhua said, "Don't tell him anything. There's no question of forgiveness."

"But I feel guilty and can't face him."

Zhigang said, "Zhichun can't lie. Zheng Ting will find out sooner or later. It's better to tell him directly. Whether he forgives you or not is up to him. Since you did this, you have to bear the consequences." "

Zhichun took the train to Shanghai alone, without asking anyone to pick her up, and took a taxi home. Zheng Ting came home from work and was startled to find the door open. He went in and saw Zhichun washing vegetables in the kitchen. He happily hugged and kissed her, asking, 'Why didn't you call me when you got back?'

'Why would I call?'

Zhichun looked at Zheng Ting with her beautiful eyes. 'I didn't need you to answer.'

'I knew you were coming back, so I cooked some dishes to welcome you.'

'I don't deserve a welcome. Besides, with your cooking skills, who would want to eat your food?'

Zheng Ting scratched his head and chuckled, saying, 'Then I'll trouble my dear wife to cook. We'll have a couple of drinks tonight.'

'How's Xiaoyong doing?'

'He's doing well, and his grades have improved. Yuqin said she'll try to get him to take the high school entrance exam in Shanghai, and then the college entrance exam. He'll definitely get into a good school.'

'Xiaoyong's situation is too much trouble for Yuqin and her husband. But it's not good to always stay at their house. Let's find a way to rent a place there.'

'We'll move in?' " "You're not leaving?"

"No. I'll stay in Shanghai and spend more time with you."

Zheng Ting happily hugged Zhichun and kissed her again, saying, "That's great. I've missed you so much."

Zheng Ting carried Zhichun towards the bedroom, but Zhichun exclaimed, "I'm still washing the vegetables, what's the rush?"

"Of course I'm in a rush. I'll fuck you first before washing the vegetables."

"But you should shower first."

Knowing Zhichun's hygiene, Zheng Ting said, "I'll shower with you."

After they showered, they sat on the bed in their bathrobes, and Zhichun said, "Zheng Ting, I want to talk to you."

"Talk about what? We'll talk after we've done it."

Zheng Ting pounced on Zhichun and pinned her down.

"No. This is important, we must talk first."

Zhichun said, dodging Zheng Ting's kisses from below.

Zheng Ting had no choice but to sit up and said, "Talk about what? Let's talk."

Zhichun also sat up and said, "Do you know why I didn't go back this time?"

Looking at Zhichun's beautiful face, Zheng Ting had never been able to believe that such a beautiful woman was his wife since their marriage. After months of separation, this feeling was even stronger today. He said, "Why?" "I did something shameful. I can't stay in City A anymore." "Something shameful?" Zheng Ting stroked Zhichun's face with his right

hand

.

Her skin was delicate and soft, making his rough hands hesitant to touch her too hard. "What shameful thing could you have done? Tell me." Zhichun recounted

how Wang Yaozong had fallen for her, how she had fallen for him, their cohabitation, buying a house, buying a car, and so on. She finally mentioned that Wang Yaozong had been placed under investigation, and their relationship had become known throughout the city, forcing her to return to Shanghai.

With a sob in her voice, she said, "Zheng Ting, I'm so sorry. I'll do whatever you say from now on. If you don't want me, I have nothing to say. If we divorce, all the property is yours. If you still want me, I swear I'll never betray you again and will always be good to you." February 12th,
Chapter 101: Consequences Zhihong Can't Bear.

Zheng Ting's eyes widened in fury. He reached out and slapped Zhichun across the face, leaving a bright red handprint. Zhichun was knocked back onto the bed. She endured the pain and sat up, tears streaming down her face, ready to let Zheng Ting continue hitting her.

Zheng Ting slapped Zhichun's right cheek again, this time harder. Zheng Ting felt the jolt in the joints of his hand. Zhichun was knocked back onto the bed again. She still sat up and let Zheng Ting hit her, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth.

Zheng Ting, enraged like a monkey whose tail had been cut off, jumped off the bed and ran around the room. He hopped and skipped around, feeling like he had nowhere to expend his energy. He ran to the balcony, grabbed a clothes fork, removed the plastic handle, went back to the bedroom, told Zhichun to lie on the bed, and started whipping her buttocks. Each whip brought a sharp scream from Zhichun, and he continued whipping her more than a dozen times before stopping. Still feeling like he couldn't vent his energy, he slapped himself, left and right, relentlessly. Ignoring the pain in her buttocks, Zhichun got up and grabbed Zheng Ting's hand to stop him from hitting her. Then she hugged Zheng Ting tightly, crying out, "Just kill me! I'd rather die!" Zhichun

's soft body worked its magic, like a cooling agent, gradually dissipating Zheng Ting's anger. He embraced Zhichun and suddenly kissed her lips. Zhichun closed her eyes and sucked on his tongue. The storm vanished in an instant, transforming into a gentle breeze and sunshine. Zheng Ting picked Zhichun up and placed her on the bed. Zhichun cried out "Ah!" as her buttocks were swollen from being spanked. Zheng Ting then made her kneel on the bed as she had been spanked, and thrust his penis into her from behind. Zhichun cried out again! She

let out a scream, but this time it was a cry of pleasure.

Zheng Ting also felt an unprecedented joy. This beautiful woman was his wife, and he wanted to put all his strength into his penis, into his vagina. He moved non-stop for over an hour, then had Zhichun ride on top, and they both reached orgasm simultaneously.

Zhichun could only lie on the bed, and Zheng Ting gently licked her swollen buttocks with the tip of his tongue. Tears streamed down her buttocks, making Zhichun feel a burning pain. But Zhichun felt very comfortable and happy, and enjoyed that burning sensation. Zheng Ting lay down next to Zhichun, touching her delicate face where five red finger marks still remained, and said, "I'm sorry, Zhichun, I'm a bastard. How could I hit you?"

“No, it was my fault. As long as you forgive me, you can hit me if you want.”

“I’ll never hit you again. What right do I have to hit you?”

Zheng Ting said, then slapped himself hard across the face. Zhi Chun grabbed his hand and said, “Zheng Ting, you have the right to hit me. Have you forgiven me?”

Zheng Ting looked at Zhi Chun and said, “I’m not qualified to forgive you. Actually, I betrayed you too.”

Zhi Chun looked at Zheng Ting questioningly with her big eyes. Zheng Ting said, "She's the mother of my godson Zheng Tong, from when we were at Lixiang School. She's a widow, and I slept with her a few times."

"What's the big deal?"

Zhichun said. "Even if I hadn't done that, I could understand. It's not easy being a widow. I've been a 'left-behind woman' myself, I know what that's like."

"Really?"

Zheng Ting smiled, a weight lifted from his heart. "Seeing you can't move, I'll go cook."

Zheng Ting cooked the meal, ladled out a bowl of rice, added some vegetables, and carried it to the bedroom, saying, "I'll feed you."

Zhichun lay on the bed, lifting her head to eat a bite of rice, then a bite of vegetables, frowning and saying, "It's awful."

Zheng Ting laughed, "You have to eat it, even if it's awful. Who told you your butt hurts?"

Zhichun ate bite by bite, tears welling in her eyes. After half a bowl, she stopped. Zheng Ting said, "You only ate half a bowl, why aren't you eating anymore?"

Zhi Chun said, "I don't want to eat anymore."

"Why?"

Zhi Chun looked at Zheng Ting with deep affection in her big eyes and said, "I want you."

"Ah?"

Zheng Ting didn't expect her to want him again now. "Doesn't your butt hurt?"

"It hurts. But it doesn't hurt when we do it."

"Really? Then I'll do you well."

Zheng Ting put the bowl on the bedside table, took off his clothes, and let Zhi Chun ride on top of him, his jade pillar entering her. Zheng Ting said, "This is my punishment. Who told me to be such a bastard, actually hitting my wife. I deserve to be ridden by a woman."

Zhi Chun giggled, her face beaming with happiness.

Zhi Chun was supposed to report to Jing'er after returning home to assist her in managing the winery company. But her buttocks were now red and swollen, so she had to rest at home. A week later, she went back to work at the company.

Zhichun walked into Jing'er's office. Jing'er greeted her happily, "Zhichun, come in!"

Jing'er pulled Zhichun to sit on the sofa and asked, "When did you get back?"

"About a week ago,"

Zhichun replied shyly, not wanting to know what she'd been doing that week. Fortunately, Jing'er didn't ask.

"Have you rested well?" "Yes, I

have."

"You're mainly here to help me with marketing. But the company isn't too busy right now, so take a few days to familiarize yourself with the situation and gradually get into the role."

Zhichun felt a natural affinity for Jing'er. They were similar in personality, both introverted and disliked being flamboyant. Zhichun was always bothered that Jing'er hadn't become her sister-in-law. She asked Jing'er, "You've come to Shanghai, have you missed your child?"

"Of course I have. I'm thinking of bringing the child to Shanghai when they start school."

"That's great. If you're busy, I can help you with pick-up and drop-off."

"Okay."

"Do you miss your husband?"

Jing'er blushed and didn't answer. Zhichun deliberately pressed further, "Having been away from your husband for so long, don't you miss men?"

Jing'er still didn't answer. She seemed to hesitate for a moment, then whispered in Zhichun's ear, "I'll tell you something, but you have to keep it a secret. Especially don't tell Zhigang."

"Go ahead,"

Zhichun asked, very curious, wondering what secret Jing'er had.

Jing'er quietly told Zhichun something. Zhichun listened attentively to Jing'er's words, then turned to look at her and asked, "Really?"

"Really."

"Then I'm going to tell Zhigang."

"If you tell Zhigang, I won't talk to you anymore,"

Jing'er pouted, threatening Zhichun. At this moment, her expression was very similar to Chun'er's.

"Okay, okay,"

Zhichun said with a smile, "I won't tell Zhigang. But you'll have to let him know sooner or later."

"When should I let him know? I'll tell him. I'm telling you because I trust you, so don't cause me any trouble."

"Okay. I'll listen to you. Jing'er, I have a question for you."

"What question?"

"If you had the chance, would you still be willing to marry Zhigang?"

Jing'er didn't answer, so Zhichun urged, "Answer me."

"There's no such chance anymore,"

Jing'er said softly.

“I mean, what if there is?”

Jing’er looked into Zhichun’s beautiful eyes and said, “Zhichun, you haven’t known me much, so you don’t really understand me. If it were Lan Hua, she wouldn’t have asked this question.”

“Why?”

“Zhigang himself understands. I only want to marry one person in my life, and that’s him.” At this moment,

Zhigang

was still busy working on the loan for the Changjian Company’s foundry project. However, with such a major political upheaval in City A, no one dared to make any rash moves. Even for loan projects that complied with policies and regulations, no one dared to sign them at this time. With Li Yinghui under investigation, the approval authority of the Construction Bank of City A naturally fell into the hands of Ding Shaoxing, the first vice president in charge of credit. Zhigang had no choice but to go to Ding Shaoxing.

Ding Shaoxing’s office was not even half the size of Li Yinghui’s office, but it was still quite nice. There was a sofa and coffee table opposite the desk, which was more than enough to receive guests. He warmly invited Zhigang to sit on the sofa and made tea for Zhigang in a disposable paper cup with the logo of the Construction Bank of City A.

Ding Shaoxing, with his hair neatly slicked back, wearing a white designer shirt and a dark blue tie, was the de facto head of the Construction Bank in City A. His composure and reserve seemed feigned to Zhigang; Zhigang was carefully suppressing his pride and joy. After all, the storm hadn't passed, and everyone was on edge. He was uncertain about what further damage might occur and whether it would affect them. Besides, his position as head was only temporary or acting; his permanent appointment was still unknown.

In truth, Ding Shaoxing harbored resentment towards Zhigang. Zhigang had consistently used connections to secure loans, getting approval from Li Yinghui and execution from the credit department, bypassing Ding Shaoxing, the vice president in charge of credit. Although his signature was required procedurally, the bank president had already signed first; how could Ding Shaoxing refuse? If the process went from the bottom up, requiring Ding Shaoxing's approval before reaching the bank president, his power would be far greater. Even if Ding Shaoxing simply signed without question, the psychological difference was immense. Now Zhigang had finally gotten his help, and entering his office for the first time greatly satisfied his vanity.

Ding Shaoxing, carrying a double-walled glass engraved with his name, sat down opposite Zhigang, carefully placed the glass on the coffee table, and asked, "General Manager Feng, what brings you here?"

Zhigang replied, "I'm here to ask President Ding for a favor; how could I dare to give any instructions?"

Ding Shaoxing feigned ignorance, asking, "What is it? Please speak."

"The loan for the Changjian Foundry. The paperwork is complete; it just awaits your signature and approval."

Ding Shaoxing picked up his teacup, unscrewed the lid, blew on it a few times, took a small sip, smacked his lips, screwed the lid back on, and carefully placed the teacup on the coffee table. He said, "President Feng, you know something big has happened in the city, and more importantly, Bank Manager Li is also in trouble. Nobody dares to lend money at a time like this. Why don't you wait a bit?"

"How long should we wait?"

"Until there's a resolution to Bank Manager Li's situation, and everything returns to normal."

"Bank Manager Ding, you know this process is very long, and we can't afford to wait. The Changjian Factory project has been underway for six months and urgently needs funds, otherwise it will have to stop. Besides, your bank should have a mature set of procedures and regulations; it won't just shut down because the bank manager isn't here."

"No, it hasn't stopped. We're working every day. Only the lending part is temporarily suspended; everything else is operating normally."

Zhigang understood that arguing with him now was useless. He had ample reason and authority to handle things this way, and no one could do anything about it. He had no choice but to say goodbye. Downstairs, he called Zhang Xiaoqin, the head of the loan department: "Hey, Head Zhang. I have something to ask you. Would you mind having some tea?"

Zhang Xiaoqin hesitated for a moment on the phone and said, "These are extraordinary times. It's best to be cautious."

"I know these are extraordinary times. But Head Zhang, you know my matter is extremely urgent. Besides, these extraordinary times have basically nothing to do with you or me, right?"

"Where are you now?"

"I'm downstairs in your building."

"Go to the teahouse first, I'll be there soon."

The teahouse was nearby, so Zhigang drove over and ordered some snacks like melon seeds. A short while later, Zhang Xiaoqin arrived. She always wore her bank uniform, just like her perpetually calm expression. She sat down opposite Zhigang, who asked, "What would you like to drink?"

"Green tea, please."

Zhigang ordered her a cup of green tea and said, "Section Chief Zhang, what do you think I should do now?"

"From a procedural standpoint, your loan is all set, except for the leader's signature. The problem is, no one dares to sign it now."

"If he signs, will it have a negative impact on him?"

"No."

"Then why won't he sign?"

"I don't know. If he doesn't sign, nothing can be done. This is a business matter; even city leaders can't directly intervene. Which city leader dares to speak on this now?"

"So I'm left with no solution?"

"There's only one solution: wait."

"But I can't wait any longer." "

Unless you can get through to Director Ding. But right now, no conventional methods are viable."

Zhigang looked directly at Zhang Xiaoqin and asked, "Is there really no solution?"

"Really, there's no solution."

Zhang Xiaoqin also looked directly at Zhigang. Her gaze was calm and sincere, and Zhigang believed her.

Zhigang told Zhou Kai about the outcome of the negotiations. Zhou Kai said, "Then we can only leave it to fate."

"Any serious consequences?"

"State-owned enterprises have their difficulties. Initially, the decision to invest in City A was made under my strong advocacy, but the board's approval was contingent on Changjian Company only investing a small amount of start-up capital. Now, seeing the project about to stop, I'm afraid someone will incite the company's opposition to hold me accountable."

"Say you made a mistake in decision-making?"

"Just a mistake in decision-making is better; they'll say I have ulterior motives and am trying to achieve personal goals."

"That would be detrimental to you."

"Since things have come to this, we can only wait and see. I might be dismissed or demoted, but I shouldn't face imprisonment."

"Your contributions to Changjian Company are unparalleled; I know that best. Don't your superiors and colleagues know that?"

"They know it better than you. But no one is a savior. Changjian Company can continue to develop without me, at least for now. Competition within the system is no less intense than market competition. If you give your opponent an opportunity, they can destroy you. Investing in the City A foundry was a small opportunity I gave my opponent."

"Are you mentally prepared? If things go wrong, what are your plans?"

"The worst-case scenario is, like you, to go into business for myself."

Zhou

Kai went back to Shanghai. He still had most of his energy there and didn't send anyone else. The Changjian Foundry project in City A was still being managed by Zhihong. Zhihong not only had to supervise the quality but also urge the progress. Recently, due to a lack of funds, the construction company's speed had slowed down significantly, so Zhihong shifted her focus from harassing Engineer Luo to the construction manager, Hu Jianguo. The main structure of the sand-cleaning workshop was completed, and they were preparing to install a 10-ton overhead crane. Zhihong looked at the huge, bright orange steel beams that had been sitting on the workshop floor for half a month without being installed. She concluded that the workers weren't doing their best and confronted Hu Jianguo. As soon as Hu Jianguo arrived at the construction site, Zhihong would argue with him incessantly, urging him to install the crane quickly. Hu Jianguo got a headache from her nagging and tried to avoid coming to the construction site. When Zhihong couldn't find him at work in the morning, she would call him to urge him to speed up the construction progress. He was driven to plead for mercy: "My dear aunt, please spare me! Don't rush me anymore, okay? It's not that I don't want to install it, but if the preparations aren't done properly, it's very dangerous to hoist such heavy steel beams into the air."

Zhihong didn't mince words: "Whether it's dangerous or not is your business, but if the schedule isn't completed on time, that's my business. If you don't install it, will you be responsible if the factory can't start production on time?"

Zhihong had circled the factory area several times that morning, and on her last visit to the sand cleaning workshop, she found that the overhead crane hadn't been installed yet. She asked the foreman on site, "When did Manager Hu arrange for you to install the overhead crane?"

The foreman said, "This afternoon."

"You're not lying to me, are you?"

"No. This time it's for real."

The foreman was also afraid of Zhihong's nagging and had lied to her several times, saying it would be in the afternoon or tomorrow, but nothing ever happened, and he got a good scolding from Zhihong.

In the afternoon, Zhihong was about to go downstairs to inspect when her phone rang. It was her assistant Zhang Chaoran, who was inspecting the construction site: "General Manager Feng, something bad has happened, there's been an accident in the sand cleaning workshop."

"What happened?"

Zhihong's heart tightened.

"When the overhead crane's steel beam was being hoisted, a migrant worker wasn't paying attention and was hit on the head by the swinging beam, losing consciousness."

Zhihong rushed to the workshop and saw the huge steel beam already suspended in mid-air, but had stopped. A group of people were gathered at the workshop entrance. She squeezed through the crowd and saw a worker lying unconscious on the ground. She asked, "Did you call 120?"

Someone said, "Yes. They should be here soon."

Zhihong asked, "What happened?"

"He wasn't wearing a safety helmet, and the swinging steel beam lightly touched the back of his head, and he collapsed and lost consciousness."

"A light touch and that's it?"

Zhihong was an outsider and didn't understand why this would happen.

"The steel beam weighs several tons. Even though it was just a light touch, the force was considerable, especially since it hit the back of his head. We don't know if he'll wake up."

Just then, the sound of an ambulance siren was heard. "The ambulance is here!"

someone shouted.

The ambulance stopped at the entrance, and a group of doctors and nurses in white coats got out. After a preliminary examination, they lifted the injured worker into the ambulance. Watching the ambulance drive away with its siren blaring, Zhihong's heart was still pounding, wondering what the consequences of the accident would be. Just then, Manager Hu arrived in his car. Zhihong said, "The ambulance just left, you need to get to the hospital right away."

Hu Jianguo, sitting in his car, said, "Now you're not rushing me, are you?"

After saying that, he turned the car around and drove away.

Zhihong and Zhang Chaoran returned to the office, Zhihong's resentful question still echoing in her ears: "You're not rushing me now, are you?"

She felt responsible. What if the worker didn't wake up? What if he woke up but was disabled?

Zhang Chaoran reminded her, "President Feng, should we tell Chairman Zhou?"

"Of course,"

Zhihong said, dialing Zhou Kai's number: "Chairman Zhou, there's been an accident at the construction site. A worker was hit on the head by a suspended overhead crane beam and is unconscious. He's been taken to the hospital, and his condition is still unclear."

“We shouldn’t be held responsible for this accident,”

Zhou Kai said. “But you need to keep a close eye on how things develop and don’t let yourself be used by people with ulterior motives.”

Zhihong’s tears flowed, and she choked out, “It’s also my fault. I kept urging them to speed things up, and that’s why this happened.”

Zhou Kai pondered for a moment and said, “Zhihong, this isn’t your fault. Don’t say that again, especially don’t let outsiders hear it. Understand? They’re looking for someone to take responsibility, and you’re taking it all on yourself.”

Zhihong was quick and decisive, but rarely thought about the consequences. She only felt that hard work would lead to a positive outcome. But when she saw a strong young man lying unconscious on the ground, his fate uncertain, she felt this was related to her. Her kind nature made her question her own methods and style.

Zhihong didn’t sleep well that night. The next morning, she asked Zhang Chaoran to inquire if the worker had woken up. She didn’t want to inquire herself. Zhang Chaoran went to the hospital and came back saying he hadn’t woken up yet. The doctor said that, in the worst-case scenario, he might become a vegetable. Hearing this, Zhihong felt both sad and regretful, blaming herself for pressuring Manager Hu to speed things up. She called Zhou Kai again, telling him how she felt, believing she was responsible and unable to shake off the guilt. Zhou Kai said, "Don't tell anyone, I'm coming right away."

Zhou Kai drove to City A, arriving at 9 PM. He returned to his and Zhihong's home, where Zhihong was sitting on the sofa, lost in thought, the TV on but not being watched. Zhou Kai knew Zhihong was too kind-hearted and had never experienced anything like this before, so he sat down beside her, hugged her, and said, "Zhihong, don't think too much. This really has nothing to do with you. If you keep thinking like this, it's like I forced you to speed things up, so wouldn't I also be responsible?"

Zhihong rested her head on his chest, tears streaming down her face, and said, "I saw him lying limply on the ground, like a dead man, and I was terrified. I believe you if you say it's not my fault, but after all, he was injured because of my urging. If I hadn't pushed Manager Hu like that, this accident wouldn't have happened."

"Zhihong,"

Zhou Kai said, shaking her as he hugged her, "Everything we do has two possible outcomes, good or bad. As long as we don't do it intentionally or violate laws and regulations, we shouldn't blame ourselves for bad results. Do you know about the butterfly effect in Western economics?" "

I've heard of it. My teacher said in class that if a butterfly flaps its wings in South America, it can become a hurricane on the other side of the ocean in Asia. That's talking about economic impact. Does that have anything to do with this?"

"The principle is the same. Tell me, if this hurricane hits China, can we blame the butterfly that flapped its wings?"

"Of course not."

"Yes. You are that butterfly, perhaps just searching for food or pollinating flowers. How can you be responsible for a distant storm?"

"But I feel terrible. The thought that someone might lose their life because of me, and that this consequence could have been avoided, makes me very regretful."

"Alright,"

Zhou Kai kissed Zhihong's cheek and said, "You're just too kind. Don't think about it, just sleep it off."

"But I can't sleep. I didn't sleep well last night, waking up every now and then."

"Sigh!"

Zhou Kai sighed and said, "What am I supposed to do with you? Every action you take has consequences, and you can't bear so much responsibility. For example, if you and I accidentally get pregnant, you have to abort the fetus, right? Then you'd commit murder. Do you think you should bear that responsibility?"

Zhihong had never thought about things this way before. After hearing Zhou Kai's words, she wondered if the principle was the same. Looking at her beautiful, silent profile, Zhou Kai thought to himself, "I'm afraid there are even more serious things to come, things you can't handle."

He didn't dare say it aloud.

Chapter 102 Zhigang Asks Xiaoqin

The construction project of the Changjian Foundry had barely started due to insufficient funds, and it was halted the day after the accident. The worker remained unconscious, and the doctor finally declared him a vegetable. His family caused trouble at the construction site, and then, following advice, went to Zhihong to cause trouble. But ultimately, they had nothing to do with the Changjian Company, so they went to the construction company to settle accounts.

Zhou Kai timely told Zhihong to resign. He already knew that he could no longer protect and care for Zhihong, and that he himself would be in danger.

Although the accident didn't have a significant impact on the Changjian Company, it greatly affected Zhou Kai's future. Someone submitted a report to higher-ups, combining the accident with problems with the foundry's investment project. The report concluded that Zhou Kai abused his power, made reckless decisions, and even invested for personal gain. Regardless of the report's veracity, Zhou Kai was first suspended from his duties, and an investigation team was dispatched to Changjian Company to investigate, with the investment in and construction of the Changjian foundry in City A being the focus of the investigation.

Although the investigation was still ongoing and far from being concluded, everyone understood that Zhou Kai's political future was over. Zhou Kai tactfully proposed a divorce to his wife, which was quickly accepted, and the divorce proceedings proceeded smoothly. His marriage was inherently a political one; now that his political future was gone, the marriage naturally had no value.

After resigning, Zhihong went to the distillery, taking over Zhichun's work. She was adept at selling baijiu (Chinese liquor), and her more outgoing personality made her more suitable than Zhichun. The distillery had faced numerous setbacks since its groundbreaking, but strangely, things began to go smoothly after Wang Yaozong's downfall. Even if someone opposed the distillery, they might have had Wang Yaozong's backing, but Wang Yaozong's downfall didn't necessarily have much impact. Those people still existed, and their power remained unchanged. According to Lan Hua, this was a turn of fortune, a sweet reward after hardship.

After the new factory went into operation, Chen Tianming came from Maotai Town again to guide the improvement of the brewing process. The newly produced liquor, called "Lincun Yuanjiang," still occupied the mid-to-low-end liquor market in City A. The price remained the same, but the quality was greatly improved, making it even more popular with local residents. After discussing with Zhihong, Zhigang, and Lanhua, they decided to do two things simultaneously: first, to introduce Lincun Jiangxiang Laojiu (a type of Chinese liquor) to City A and Lincun Yuanjiang liquor to Shanghai; second, to start a brand strategy, advertising heavily in provincial media to promote Lincun Jiangxiang Laojiu and Lincun Yuanjiang liquor.

Just as Zhihong was full of confidence at the distillery, the superior organization of Changjian Company made a decision on Zhou Kai's punishment: he was demoted to the position of general manager and party branch secretary of City A Foundry Co., Ltd. The mess he left behind would have to be cleaned up by him. In fact, Zhou Kai did not think it was a mess. He had always been optimistic about the factory and had conducted a comprehensive and in-depth investigation before making the decision. Casting, seemingly a rough and cumbersome process with low precision requirements, is actually an extremely difficult production process with high technological content, especially precision casting. There is a significant gap between China and developed Western countries in this area, indicating substantial room for development. From a market perspective, the Chinese automotive market is booming, offering a huge market for everything from engine blocks and cylinder heads to internal components. Furthermore, there are even more gaps to be filled in the production of castings for aircraft and ship engines, which require even higher precision and strength. The shrewd Zhou Kai began planning his escape route after his accident at the construction site. His greatest desire before retirement was to focus on improving the Changjian Foundry in City A, but he was demoted and assigned there as a form of exile. Perhaps no one sympathized with him, but even fewer envied him. This was exactly the effect he wanted.

Zhihong had no idea of Zhou Kai's deep cunning; she assumed he was simply upset due to his setbacks. When she resigned from the Changjian Foundry, to avoid negatively impacting Zhou Kai during an investigation, she followed his instructions and gave up their rented apartment. Hearing that Zhou Kai had taken up a post at the Changjian Foundry in City A, she went to find him.

The civil engineering work at the Changjian Foundry was complete, the newly built office building was in use, and the installation of workshop equipment was nearing completion. Zhihong looked around the newly decorated office building, feeling quite proud; it was something she had built. She knew the layout of the office building by heart; the general manager's office was on the third floor, at the far east end. She knocked on the door, and before anyone could speak, she pushed it open and entered. Zhou Kai was standing at the window, looking out over the entire factory. She stood beside Zhou Kai, who put his arm around her and said, "This factory is my home for the rest of my life, and it's also a part of your hard work."

Zhihong hugged Zhou Kai's waist and asked, "Have you finished dealing with your affairs?"

"Yes, I have. Both business and personal matters are settled. Zhihong, will you marry me?"

"I'm not divorced yet."

"Then go back and complete the formalities."

"I haven't agreed to marry you yet, why should I get a divorce?"

Zhou Kai picked Zhihong up and said, "Because I can make you happy."

"What are you doing?"

Zhihong struggled and said, "Be careful someone comes in."

"Don't worry, no one will come in."

Zhou Kai carried Zhihong, opened the door to the inner office, went in, and then closed the door with his foot. This was a bedroom, which Zhihong had originally requested to be designed and arranged for the general manager's office, but she never expected it to be used by Zhou Kai. Since Zhou Kai's accident, they hadn't seen each other for several months, and now, like parched land receiving rain, they embraced and kissed for a long time. After a long kiss, Zhihong said, "Aren't you afraid people will find out about our relationship and cause you trouble?"

Zhou Kai looked down at Zhihong's flushed face and said, "Who would cause me trouble now? They all think I'm completely unlucky, exiled, and nobody envies my position. I'm the safest now, I can do whatever I want."

Zhou Kai looked at Zhihong's full breasts exposed at her neckline, stuck out his tongue and licked them. Zhihong laughed and said, "Look how greedy you are, like a dog."

"I just want to be your dog."

Zhou Kai said, burying his mouth in her breasts.

"Do you really think that way?"

Zhihong asked incredulously.

"Really."

Zhou Kai looked up at Zhihong, "Marry me, and we'll live the rest of our lives happily."

The buttons on Zhihong's blouse popped open, and Zhou Kai unbuttoned the rest. Zhihong was already limp, but her breasts swelled even more. Zhou Kai kneaded her breasts with his large hands like he was kneading two small pieces of dough, then stuck out his tongue and licked them. Zhihong took the opportunity to remove Zhou Kai's clothes, her small hands caressing his hard muscles until they reached his large, hard penis. She bent down and put it in her mouth, filling it completely.

Zhou Kai carried Zhihong to the bed, kissing her all over, licking her already moist petals and stamens at the base of her pubic hair, his tongue probing deep into her heart. Zhihong cried out "Ah!" as her flower bloomed, awaiting Zhou Kai's enormous penis.

The penis filled her completely, without any gap, and Zhihong trembled with pleasure, her joy gradually increasing. She liked this slow, building sensation, more lingering than immediate pleasure. She felt the penis gradually heating up, burning the inner walls of her vagina, and beginning to ignite. She opened herself completely, and even that enormous penis seemed small, as if it could hold the sun. As they both burned, they exploded simultaneously, turning to ashes.

The completion of the Erchangjian Foundry project was thanks to Zhigang securing the loan. Under Zhang Xiaoqin's guidance, Zhigang waited several months. Although Wang Yaozong's case was still under trial, its influence in City A had diminished. Banks couldn't remain closed forever, and when Ding Shaoxing began increasing loan applications, Zhang Xiaoqin promptly informed Zhigang, and the loan was successfully secured. At this time, Zhou Kai was still under investigation, and the Changjian Foundry had sent a temporary representative who was extremely grateful for Zhigang's timely assistance. With the funds in place, the remaining work was quickly completed.

To express his gratitude, Zhigang wanted to treat Zhang Xiaoqin to dinner, but she declined. Knowing her personality and that she disliked crowds, Zhigang invited her to visit a wildlife breeding base jointly invested in by the neighboring village and Stephen, which she readily accepted.

The breeding base was constructed and operated by the neighboring village company, while Stephen only invested capital in the project company, owning 49% of the shares. The land has been acquired, leased for 30 years, and the project company registration has just been completed. Stephen's first investment payment has already arrived. Zhigang has instructed Xinyi to quickly hand over the work of the organic agricultural product base in the neighboring village of Dai County to Cunmei and Hongxia, and to get to City A as soon as possible. The base hasn't started construction yet; it doesn't actually exist. Zhigang taking Zhang Xiaoqin there is just sightseeing and giving pointers.

In the morning, Zhigang drove to the Construction Bank to pick up Zhang Xiaoqin and headed towards Yinshan. Zhigang was somewhat intimidated by the usually taciturn Zhang Xiaoqin and didn't dare to speak carelessly. Now that they were out for fun, he relaxed and dared to ask her questions about her family and life. He learned that Zhang Xiaoqin had a 3-year-old son, and her husband worked at the Industrial and Commercial Bank of China in the provincial capital as a branch deputy manager. As the car drove out of the city, the scenery became more colorful with trees and fields, and Zhang Xiaoqin became more lively and talkative. It was clear that she loved the open countryside and nature; the more primitive and desolate the place, the happier she seemed.

After driving for over an hour, the car entered Yinshan. Yinshan is the highest of the horseshoe-shaped mountain range, over 300 meters above sea level. Behind it stretch even higher and deeper peaks, but those belong to another city or even another province. Zhigang drove to the foot of Yinshan and stopped in front of a farmer's house that raised wild boars. Zhang Xiaoqin seemed to revert to her girlish nature, jumping out of the car and running to the hillside behind the house to look at the wild boars through the bamboo fence. Seeing a dirty wild boar bathing in a mud puddle, covered in mud and no different from an ordinary wild boar, she felt a little disappointed and asked, "Is this a wild boar?"

Zhigang took a backpack from the car, slung it over his shoulder, and walked to the fence, asking in return, "What do you think a wild boar is like?"

"I think wild boars are fierce and aggressive."

"You think it's not aggressive?"

Zhigang deliberately looked Zhang Xiaoqin up and down, saying, "With your small frame, it could bite you through in one bite."

Zhang Xiaoqin shuddered, her face full of terror, and said, "You bad guy, how could you let it bite me?"

Zhigang laughed heartily and said, "Seeing how calm and collected you are in the office, I thought you didn't know fear."

Zhang Xiaoqin punched Zhigang's arm hard, revealing the childlike innocence and coquettishness of a girl. This kind of expression, displayed on a woman with such a reserved temperament, appeared even more natural and lovely, without any affectation. Zhigang thought that although she wasn't exceptionally beautiful, her temperament was rare, and with that natural charm, she was simply too adorable. Adorability, of course, captivates men more than beauty. Zhang Xiaoqin wasn't wearing her uniform today; perhaps knowing they were going out, she wore a pink shirt and a black skirt. Zhigang looked at her skirt and said, "I forgot to tell you, wearing a skirt up the mountain today isn't appropriate."

"Why?"

Zhang Xiaoqin stared at Zhigang with her almond-shaped eyes.

"I thought you were still wearing your uniform. There are many small trees and thorns on the mountain path; they could easily snag your skirt."

Zhigang looked at the flesh-colored stockings she was wearing under her skirt and said, "These stockings are probably going to get a lot of holes."

Zhang Xiaoqin lifted her skirt, looking at her legs, and said, "Then what should we do?"

"How about we don't go up the mountain today? Let's go back."

"No. I want to go up the mountain."

Zhang Xiaoqin completely abandoned her usual reserve, stamping her feet and refusing to go back. Zhigang found it amusing, thinking that everyone inevitably reveals their true nature in the face of nature.

"Aren't you afraid your skirt will be torn into strips and your stockings turned into fishing nets?"

"I'm not afraid."

Zhang Xiaoqin's tone was somewhat coquettish, a rare display even from her husband.

"Alright, alright. Let's go up the mountain."

Zhigang took her hand and led her towards the mountain path. She clung to Zhigang's hand tightly like a little girl, as if afraid of being left behind.

It was the height of summer, and the sun was scorching on the grassy slope, but it was cool once they entered the woods. Zhigang held Zhang Xiaoqin's hand tightly, continuing up the mountain. The mountain wasn't high, and they reached the summit in no time. Zhigang pointed out the sights to Xiaoqin, telling her that the entire mountain was planned to be fenced off to house wild animals, and showing her where the lookout points and base camps would be built, as well as the routes for future tourist visits. Xiaoqin excitedly asked all sorts of questions, even some silly ones, which made Zhigang laugh heartily. He had always been captivated by Xiaoqin's charm and had never harbored any improper thoughts towards her. But now, watching this young woman's lively, girlish demeanor, and noticing the bulge in her chest beneath her shirt, a stirring of desire stirred within him.

Zhigang then led Xiaoqin down the mountain, and they began climbing another. He asked, "Are you tired?"

Xiaoqin replied enthusiastically, "Not at all."

This mountain was higher than the previous one. By the time they reached the summit, Zhigang was drenched in sweat, and fine beads of perspiration appeared on Xiaoqin's forehead. Zhigang said, "We should build a watchtower here, so we can see very far."

Xiaoqin asked, "Can people live here?"

Zhigang countered, "Who will live here? You?"

"I want to live here."

"What will you do here? Feed the wild animals?"

"Feed you."

She blurted out, then realized her mistake and blushed. Zhigang noticed as well, but didn't dare respond.

The third mountain and the even higher one ahead formed a provincial border; the higher mountain belonged to another province. Zhigang asked, "Are you still interested in going up that mountain?"

"Yes!"

Zhang Xiaoqin replied eagerly, her enthusiasm undiminished. "Let's go now."

"Aren't you tired?"

"No. I feel very energetic."

The mountain path here was very steep, and Xiaoqin was wearing mid-heeled shoes, making it difficult to descend. At a point with an 80-degree slope and several meters deep, Zhigang jumped down first, saying to Xiaoqin, "Jump down, I'll catch you."

Xiaoqin was quite brave, perhaps foolishly daring, she closed her eyes and jumped down, and Zhigang caught her. Her soft breasts pressed against Zhigang's chest, and both of them felt a strange sensation, blushing involuntarily. Xiaoqin broke free from Zhigang's arms, gently pushing him away playfully, and walked ahead.

They climbed to the high mountains of the neighboring province, where there was little path left, so they followed a creek with abundant water upstream. Halfway up the mountain, they found themselves at the source of a waterfall, several tens of meters high, cascading into a deep pool with a deafening roar. In the sunlight, a rainbow appeared above the pool, a result of the refracted spray from the waterfall. The terrain where the water flowed was relatively flat, the current slow, and the surface wide, with large grassy areas along the banks. Xiaoqin sat down on the grass and said, "Let's rest for a while."

Zhigang sat down too, and they looked up at the waterfall, truly feeling as if it flowed down from the heavens. Zhigang hadn't expected such a beautiful place, but it was a pity it was in a neighboring province and couldn't be developed. He looked down at Xiaoqin, who was still gazing up at the waterfall with her mouth agape, and unconsciously reached out to flick her nose. Xiaoqin looked down and slapped Zhigang. The two laughed and playfully hit each other. Zhigang asked, "Are you hungry?"

Xiaoqin nodded, her eyes fixed on the backpack Zhigang was putting down and about to open. She asked, "Did you bring any food?"

Zhigang smiled and said, "Don't forget, I'm treating you to a meal. How could I not have something to eat?"

Xiaoqin happily knelt down, snatched the backpack, and rummaged through it, taking out the contents one by one. There was bread, braised duck, braised duck feet, roast chicken, braised tofu, smoked fish, and four cans of beer.

"Wow,"

Xiaoqin exclaimed, "You're so thoughtful."

Zhigang took out a plastic sheet and laid it on the grass, arranged the vegetables, opened two cans of beer, handed one to Xiaoqin, and said, "Cheers."

Xiaoqin clinked beer cans with Zhigang, took a big gulp, and said, "I work at a bank, and people treat me to meals every day, but I've never been willing to accept it. But today you're treating me to dinner, I'm so happy."

Zhigang broke off a piece of roasted chicken leg and handed it to Xiaoqin, saying, "Will you let me treat you from now on?"

"Yes. But you can't make me climb mountains every time."

"Don't worry. I'll surprise you every time from now on."

Before they knew it, they had finished all four cans of beer. Zhigang's clothes were soaked with sweat, and he said, "I need to go take a shower, I'm sweating so much."

Xiaoqin's clothes were also soaked with sweat, and she said, "I'll go take a shower too."

"How will you shower?"

Zhigang asked, looking at her shirt.

"I'm already soaked, so I'll just go in the water and the sun will dry me off."

"Good idea."

Zhigang said, and jumped directly into the water. The stream wasn't deep, only chest-deep, but it was very cool. Zhigang shivered as soon as he went in and quickly started swimming.

Xiaoqin jumped in too and swam towards Zhigang. Her breaststroke was beautiful, but her clothes were a hindrance; she couldn't swim more than a short distance before she had to stop. Zhigang took off his shirt and pants, washed them in the water, and then spread them out on the grass on the bank to dry.

Xiaoqin said, "I'll wash my clothes too. Stay away from me, turn your head away, and don't look back."

Zhigang then walked towards the deeper pool, saying, "I can't go any further, or I'll fall into the pool and drown."

"You're such a good swimmer, you won't drown."

Xiaoqin took off her shirt and skirt, washed them, and also laid them out on the grass to dry. She was wearing a lace bra and a skirt, essentially a three-piece swimsuit, and jumped into the water like a mermaid, leaving a white trail behind her. Zhigang ignored the rule and chased after her. No matter how good Xiaoqin was at swimming, she couldn't swim as fast as a man. Zhigang quickly caught up with her, grabbed one of her feet, and the two of them went into the water together, standing up on the pebbly bottom. Through the clear water, Zhigang's eyes saw Xiaoqin's bra. Xiaoqin shouted, "Don't look!"

Zhigang looked up at Xiaoqin; her wet hair clung to her forehead, a few strands clinging to her cheeks. He couldn't resist embracing her and kissing her. Xiaoqin trembled as if she were cold, but she responded to Zhigang's passionate kisses. Zhigang held her trembling body tightly, warming her with his own. Xiaoqin gradually stopped trembling, but felt a surge of heat throughout her body, clinging to Zhigang tightly. Her small but elastic breasts pressed against Zhigang's chest muscles, and his erection pressed against her lower abdomen. Zhigang unhooked her bra, letting her firm breasts press directly against him, and his hands pulled down her lace blouse from behind. Zhigang's penis was also removed by Xiaoqin, standing erect in the water. He picked up Xiaoqin; the buoyancy of the water made it easy to lift her, and his jade pillar slid gently into her. Xiaoqin screamed and gasped for breath, beginning to moan.

This was Zhigang's first time having sex in the water. He felt he couldn't stand, and both of them floated up, as if the whole world was floating on the ocean. When Xiaoqin reached her climax, Zhigang also released. They both shivered simultaneously. Zhigang said, "Let's get ashore quickly; we might catch a cold in the water."

They embraced and walked ashore, lying on the grass. The sun quickly dried them. Zhigang spread Xiaoqin's legs and said, "I haven't even seen this flower properly yet."

Xiaoqin was a little embarrassed and tried to close her legs, but Zhigang's strong hands prevented her from doing so. Zhigang let the sunlight shine directly on her flower and asked Xiaoqin, "You've never had the sun here before, have you? Let me give you a good soak today."

Xiaoqin's flower trembled from the sun, twisting her body and moaning loudly. Zhigang licked her jade lips and the edge of her open vulva with his tongue, sucking the fluid gushing out, watching it continue to pump out large amounts of liquid, before letting his jade pillar slide in. Xiaoqin cried

out, "Ah!" as if she had fainted, and arched her body motionless, allowing the jade pillar to penetrate to its deepest point. After a while, she seemed to come back to life, suddenly twisting violently and moaning rapidly, interspersed with a few sharp, long cries.

At the climax, Xiaoqin again seemed to faint, pressing against Zhigang without moving. After a while, she hugged Zhigang tightly, letting him thrust violently into the depths of her vulva.

Chapter 103 Wenjing Gains a New Life

Zhigang and Xiaoqin lay comfortably in the sun. The sun was too strong; they couldn't stand it after a while. Their clothes were already dry, so they put them on and sought shelter under the shade of a large pine tree. Zhigang looked at Xiaoqin's skirt. Although it had several tears, it wasn't so bad that it could be turned into strips of cloth. However, her stockings looked more like they were about to become a fishing net. Xiaoqin crumpled the stockings in her hands, not wanting to wear them anymore. Zhigang said, "You should put them on, otherwise they'll scratch your legs on the way back."

Xiaoqin thought it made sense, so she put on the stockings and said, "This place is really nice. If I could build a house here and live here permanently, I'd be living like a god."

"You think living like a god is so easy? I bet you'd run away after a month. You only like this place because you're tired of living in the city. It won't be as nice after a while."

"Anyway, I like it here. You can bring me here again."

"No problem. As long as you give me a loan."

"Hmph! Don't try to lure me with that. If I can get a loan, I'll do it without you asking. If I can't, I won't give you a loan no matter how much you bribe me."

Zhigang thought to himself that this was indeed true. Xiaoqin had always helped him, but she had never received any benefits from him. This time, he only asked her for a loan after the matter was settled.

He felt that this woman was always different from others; perhaps she would remain unknown, or perhaps she would have a great future.

Zhigang packed up the leftovers, wrappers, and bags and put them in his backpack. Then they started walking back. On the way there, Zhigang had held Xiaoqin's hand the whole way, but on the way back, Xiaoqin clung to Zhigang the entire time. He was already her man, so it was only natural.

They returned to the parking lot, both drenched in sweat. Zhigang said, "The hot spring resort is very close by, how about we go take another bath?"

Xiaoqin said, "No, we've had our fun today, let's call it a day and not get too carried away. Besides, my child is young, we need to go home early."

Zhigang had no choice but to give in. He felt that the closer this woman was to the city, the more rational she became. He had just started the car when his phone rang. It was Lan Hua calling: "Zhigang, where are you?"

"I'm in Yinshan, about to head back to the city. What's up?"

"Kan Wei's out. Zhou Kai's treating everyone tonight at the Zhou Yu Hall of the Jiuzhou Hotel."

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

Zhigang then said to Xiao Qin, "Kan Wei's out. We're having a welcome-back dinner tonight. Want to come along?"

"I won't go."

In a short while, Xiao Qin seemed to have gained some rationality. The naivety and coquettishness she'd displayed on the way down from the mountain had vanished without a trace. "If you still want me to help you in the future, I'll avoid these kinds of events. I don't like attending them anyway."

"Alright. I'll take you home first." When

Zhigang arrived at the Zhou Yu Hall of the Jiuzhou Hotel, Kan Wei, Lan Hua, Zhou Kai, Zhi Hong, and Fang Youping were already there. After several months apart, Kan Wei had lost some weight, and his skin was slightly lighter than before, but he looked very energetic. Zhigang asked, "Is your case settled?"

"Yes,"

Kan Wei said. "The total losses amounted to 100 million, but in return, I got a decision not to prosecute."

"That's good,"

Zhigang said. "No amount of money can buy personal freedom."

"This is a lesson learned,"

Kan Wei said. "You can't do this again."

"What exactly did you do?"

Zhigang asked.

“I bought Wang Yaozong’s villas, including the one he gave Zhichun to live in, but they’re all in my name, just for his use. Now these villas belong to the public. Also, Li Yinghui and Ma Shengping each invested 1 million in my project, and then asked me to give them each 3 million as a return on investment. That’s all the major stuff.”

Zhou Kai said, “Let’s not talk about that anymore. We haven’t drunk together in a long time, let’s have a good drink today. After drinking, we’ll sing karaoke.”

Midway through the drinking session, Chun’er came in, quite drunk. Seeing that Fang Youping and Zhigang had no women with them, she sat down next to Fang Youping, put her arms around his neck, and said, “Youping, you’ll stay with me tonight.”

Fang Youping awkwardly tried to get away from her, but couldn’t. Lan Hua was on the other side of Chun'er, pulling her along, "Chun'er, where did you drink so much? You can't drink anymore."

"Next door,"

Chun'er said, pointing to the wall. "I saw you here and came over."

"Who were you drinking with next door?"

"Rich guys, rich guys like you. And officials. They're all fucking perverts."

Lan Hua said, "Where do you live? I'll take you home."

"No,"

Chun'er stood up, taking Youping's glass, "I'll toast everyone."

"Don't toast,"

Lan Hua took the glass from her hand, "Can you still drink?"

Just then, a young man came in, also quite drunk, grabbing Chun'er's arm, saying, "Yang Liu, I've been looking everywhere for you, what are you doing here? Come on over, we're waiting for you to drink."

Chun'er stood up, and the two staggered out. Throughout, Chun'er didn't glance at Zhigang once. Zhigang's heart was breaking, but he was helpless.

After dinner, they went up to the fifth floor to sing. Not long after, Chun'er came again, pulling Fang Youping to dance. She was even more drunk than before, her dance steps were unsteady and she couldn't keep up with the rhythm at all. After only a few steps, she almost leaned her whole body on Fang Youping's shoulder. Fang Youping had no choice but to drag her to the sofa

and make her sit down. Zhigang came over and said, "Youping, leave her to me." Zhigang helped Chun'er up, but Chun'er stood up, opened her eyes, saw it was him, pushed him away, and fell back onto the sofa, crying out, "Youping, where are you? Come and keep me company."

Zhigang said, "Chun'er, stop making a scene. Come with me."

Chun'er pushed him away again and said, "Who's making a scene? Who are you? I don't know you. Youping, come here."

Zhigang got a little angry, grabbed Chun'er's wrist and said, "Stop making a scene. Do you hear me?"

"I don't know you."

Chun'er tried to break free from Zhigang's hand, but couldn't, so she pulled back with all her might and kicked Zhigang with her feet.

Zhigang pulled her up forcefully, but she fell down and ended up sleeping on the floor. Zhigang was furious. He reached out and slapped her twice across the face, the sound drowning out the music. Lan Hua, who was singing, stopped, and everyone stared at them. Chun'er was stunned for a moment after being hit, then burst into tears, like a wronged child. The singer next door heard the commotion, and the young man who had pulled Chun'er away from the restaurant earlier came back in, trying to take Chun'er away as well. Zhigang stopped him, saying, "Don't worry about her. Leave her to me today."

"How can I do that?"

The young man said, "We're together. What do you do?"

Zhigang glared at him and said, "I'm her brother. Who are you?"

The young man withdrew his hand, looked at Zhigang for a moment, and then returned to the next room. After a while, a middle-aged man wearing glasses came over, and Zhou Kai went over to greet him: "Director Song, so it's you from next door."

This man was Song Jian, the director of the A City Administrative Bureau. He shook Zhou Kai's hand and said, "Chairman Zhou, it's you. Do you know Yang Liu?"

"More than just know her."

Zhou Kai and the others already knew about Chun'er and Zhigang's relationship. He gestured with his chin towards Zhigang and said, "Her real name is Chun'er, and she's President Feng's sister-in-law."

"Oh. I see. Then I'm relieved. We won't interfere; we'll leave her to President Feng."

Song Jian greeted the others and left.

Zhigang picked up Chun'er, whose legs could barely support her weight. Zhigang said to Lanhua, "Help me get her to her room."

Zhigang and Lanhua each took one of them, practically carrying Chun'er out of the room. They took the elevator to Zhigang's room on the 16th floor and put Chun'er on the bed. Lanhua took off Chun'er's coat and covered her with a blanket; Chun'er was already asleep.

Lanhua said, "Zhigang, we can't let Chun'er continue like this. We have to take her back to Shanghai."

Zhigang sighed and said, "She's a grown woman, how can we take her back? She has legs; even if you take her back, she'll just come back."

"Then it's up to you. She's only doing this because of you. This girl is deeply in love with you. What good fortune did you accumulate in your past life?"

"I know she's deliberately trying to provoke me. But I don't know what to do."

"You watch her, and talk to her when she sobers up. I'm going downstairs."

Lanhua left. Zhigang sat by the bed, looking at Chun'er's sleeping face. Chun'er's face had lost its childishness; she was now a mature and beautiful woman. She slept restlessly, breathing heavily, her nostrils flaring. With a flick of her hand, she threw off the towel covering her, revealing her body clad only in a tight-fitting vest. Her body was more mature; her full breasts pushed the vest high, revealing a slender waist beneath. Her lace shorts bulged out, a place Zhigang was very familiar with, the place Chun'er had first allowed Zhigang to explore. Looking at this mature and alluring woman's body, Zhigang felt guilty. Why had he given up this woman? Especially since she loved him so much; why had he been so blind to it?

Chun'er became restless in her sleep, suddenly sitting up and vomiting violently, covering the bed and herself. Zhigang didn't have time to react and was also vomited on. He quickly patted Chun'er's back to make her feel better. Chun'er continued to vomit, bringing up everything she had eaten that evening. Eventually, when there was nothing left, she vomited up yellow bile. Zhigang took a pillowcase and wiped her mouth and face, saying, "Chun'er, how much did you drink? Why are you ruining yourself like this?"

Chun'er sobered up and, seeing Zhigang beside her, tried to get up and run away. Zhigang grabbed her and said, "Look at the state you're in! Where are you going?"

Chun'er was covered in vomit, as were Zhigang, the bed, and the whole room reeked. Zhigang helped Chun'er into the bathroom, turned on the hot water, and said, "Wash yourself."

Zhigang lifted the sheets, rolled up the towel and blanket, and put them in the bathroom. He saw Chun'er still dressed, standing there dumbly getting soaked. He helped Chun'er take off her vest, bra, and shorts, and washed her. He took off his own soiled clothes as well, his little brother irresistibly erect, but dared not act rashly. He helped Chun'er wash up, then washed himself as well. He helped Chun'er out of the bathroom, took two hotel bathrobes from the closet, and put them on for both of them. He helped Chun'er lie down on another bed, covered her with a towel, and said, "Get some sleep. I'll call the cleaning staff to take care of this."

Zhigang picked up the intercom on the bedside table and called the front desk to send a cleaner. A few minutes later, someone knocked on the door. Zhigang opened it and had the cleaner clean the bed and bathroom, taking away the soiled sheets.

Zhigang sat down on the bed again, watching Chun'er sleep. Chun'er opened her eyes, looked at Zhigang, and remained silent for a long time. Zhigang looked at her pale face after vomiting, tears dripping onto her face, and said, "Chun'er, please don't torture me anymore. Okay?"

Chun'er still looked at him calmly, but tears streamed down her cheeks onto the pillow. Zhigang licked away her tears with his tongue, kissing her eyes, nose, and lips, holding her tightly, and said, "I'll never let you leave me again."

Chun'er buried her head in Zhigang's chest, her tears soaking his bathrobe. Zhigang patted her back like he was comforting a child, saying, "Good Chun'er, don't torture yourself anymore. Get some sleep."

With Chun'er's soft body in his arms, Zhigang's body still held the beautiful memory, his penis already erect. Zhigang still didn't dare to do anything rash, just holding Chun'er. Chun'er reached out and grabbed his penis, squeezing it hard. Zhigang cried out in pain, "Ouch!"

Chun'er giggled, saying, "Who told you to ignore me?"

Zhigang's penis quickly subsided and went soft. Zhigang smiled bitterly, "You punished me. Now I can't even talk to you."

Chun'er, holding his soft penis in her hand, was shocked and said, "How could this be?"

She rubbed his penis with both hands, but to no avail. Zhigang said, "You pinched it too hard. Let's talk about it later."

Chun'er cried like a child, "Brother Zhigang, I miss you so much. Why are you ignoring me? Waaah..."

"I'm not ignoring you. You ran away and ignored me."

Chun'er hit Zhigang and said, "It's you who's ignoring me. Waaah..."

"Okay, okay, I was the one ignoring you. I'm sorry, I apologize. I've been punished, and from now on I can't talk to any woman."

Chun'er kissed Zhigang's lips and cheeks, then kissed down to his chest, kissing his entire body. Her oral skills were now highly proficient, making Zhigang feel warm, numb, and comfortable all over. Finally, she licked his penis and gently rubbed it with her hands, gradually making it work. She put his semi-erect penis into her mouth and sucked on it until it became hard and regained its virility. Chun'er straddled Zhigang, letting his penis slide into her vagina, and sat down, making her internal organs feel displaced. She huffed, "Serves you right for ignoring me. I'll punish you by making you ride a woman."

Zhigang laughed, looking up, "I'd rather be ridden by you for the rest of my life."

"You're lying. You'll let other women ride you too."

Chun'er felt her climax approaching and cried out, "Brother Zhigang, I want to go down there."

Zhigang rolled over and went on top of her. Chun'er's climax suddenly came, and she cried out, "Ah! Zhigang—"

Zhigang was destroyed in Chun'er's huge cave.

Three "Chun'er."

Zhigang was still on top of Chun'er.

"Mmm."

Chun'er's eyes were still closed.

"You don't hate me anymore, do you?" "

Yes."

Chun'er opened her big eyes and looked at Zhigang.

"How can I make you stop hating me?"

"There's no way. I'll hate you for the rest of my life."

"Then I'll stay by your side for the rest of my life and let you bite me every day."

"Okay."

Chun'er agreed, raised her head and bit Zhigang's right arm, biting down hard. Zhigang

cried out in pain, "Ah!" Chun'er released her teeth, blood flowing from her mouth. Two rows of deep teeth marks were left on Zhigang's upper arm, and blood gushed out. Chun'er then brought her mouth to his and sucked the blood, swallowing it.

Zhigang waited for Chun'er to release him before asking, "Did you feel better?"

"I'm not satisfied,"

Chun'er said, licking the blood from her lips. "I want to eat your flesh and drink your blood every day."

"Okay. As long as you don't leave me, I'll fatten myself up so you don't eat me up."

Chun'er giggled, then looked at Zhigang's wound with heartache; it had stopped bleeding. She wanted to touch it, but was afraid of hurting him. Zhigang said, "It's okay. Your bite made me feel so good, much better than you ignoring me for so long."

"Okay. I forgive you."

Chun'er sat up and said, "Brother Zhigang, how is Wenjing now?"

"I don't know. I haven't seen her for several months."

"Really? Don't you miss her?"

"She's a big star now, very busy, there's no use in me thinking about her."

"Brother Zhigang, Wenjing isn't by your side, I'm your woman, so please don't be with other women. Okay?"

"Okay."

Zhigang kissed Chun'er's delicate face.

"Brother Zhigang, I still want you."

"Come on."...

Zhigang had no idea that Wenjing was now almost in despair. She already knew Wang Yaozong was under investigation and would definitely be sentenced; the only question was how many years. She called Wang Meng, who, predictably, dared not interfere in her affairs anymore, as it was Wang Yaozong's doing. Wenjing was unaware that An Dong also knew Wang Yaozong was in trouble and was in a panic. He knew Wang Yaozong's womanizing would definitely be investigated, which would inevitably lead to him, and then inevitably to his control over Wenjing and forcing her into prostitution.

An Dong told Wenjing he had to go on a business trip, then took her to Guangzhou, staying in a hotel all day without letting her out, and even taking her phone and turning it off. Wenjing knew she had lost her freedom, but didn't know what An Dong was planning. They stayed for over a week. Wenjing sensed that Anton was afraid of something, or was hiding something, and couldn't help but ask, "What are you afraid of? Tell me what's wrong, let's talk it over."

Anton looked at her and said, "It's not me who's afraid, it's that we both should be afraid." "

What are you afraid of? It's just Wang Yaozong being investigated, right? How much harm can he do to us?"

"Wang Yaozong isn't actually that much of a threat. I only introduced you to him twice, which was entirely consensual. The problem is that once the investigation reaches us, everything else might be uncovered, and then we'll both be arrested for prostitution and pimping."

Wenjing suddenly felt that this was her chance to escape her predicament. Her value to Anton had diminished; instead, she had become a threat to him. He no longer threatened her with posting her photos online; he wished there was nothing between them. She said to Anton, "I understand. Actually, as long as we both stick to the same story, there's nothing to be afraid of."

Anton understood this, of course, but what he feared most was Wenjing going all in. He asked Wenjing, "Are you willing to stick to the same story with me? And not report me?"

"If my reputation can be protected, of course I'll share your fate. As long as you delete all my photos, I'll cooperate with you."

"What if I delete them, and you still don't cooperate?"

"Those photos are no longer valuable to you; they'll only become a threat."

"What do you mean?"

"Think about it, if the police see these photos on your computer, how will you explain it? Wouldn't that become evidence against you? Then, even if we stick to the same story, it'll be useless."

Anton thought about it and felt it made sense. If he kept the photos, Wenjing wouldn't feel safe and wouldn't care much about her reputation. But if she deleted the photos, she would cherish her reputation more and be more willing to cooperate. He said, "Okay. I can delete the photos, but you have to cooperate with me."

"Of course. That way we'll truly share the same fate."

"Then let's go back to Shanghai."

"No. You have to delete the photos now."

"The photos are on my office computer."

"You brought your laptop; you couldn't have left the photos behind."

Anton looked at Wenjing and said, "I didn't expect you to be so meticulous. Okay, I'll delete them now."

Anton took out his laptop, opened it, found the photos of Wenjing and Xueshan, and after Wenjing confirmed them, he deleted the entire folder. Wenjing said, "You must have a backup."

Anton looked at Wenjing as if he didn't recognize her and said, "Why do you say I have a backup?"

"You must have been prepared, under some kind of pressure, to be forced to delete the photos on your computer."

"Very clever."

Anton said, taking a USB drive from his pocket, plugging it into the computer, and sure enough, there was a backup of the photos inside. He deleted it.

"Also, clear the recycle bin,"

Wenjing demanded.

Anton cleared the recycle bin completely and said, "Is everything alright now?"

"No, there's still a problem."

"What problem?"

"It's still on your office computer."

"I copied it all to this computer before I fled. Why would I keep it on that other computer?"

"You didn't think the photos posed any threat to you at the time, so you wouldn't have thought to delete them."

Anton said helplessly, "You're smart. Okay, I'll delete them when I get back."

Anton was unaware that Wenjing had audio recordings as evidence, enough to counter any backup plan he had regarding the photos. Moreover, Wenjing recorded several more recordings, making the evidence even more comprehensive. Wenjing decided to keep the evidence until she was sure she was safe. She had no intention of reporting Anton, as that would be tantamount to reporting herself.

Back in Shanghai, Anton completely deleted the photos from the office desktop computer in front of Wenjing, and both of them breathed a sigh of relief. They agreed that if they were investigated, they would say that Anton only introduced Wenjing to Wang Yaozong, and that their relationship was consensual, with no transaction involved. As for the money someone gave An Dong at Wang Yaozong's behest, that was unrelated to this matter; it was performance fees.

An Dong had spent many anxious days, but now he was at peace, waiting for the police to question him. However, no one came looking for him and Wen Jing. An Dong thought that perhaps Wang Yaozong was too busy and had forgotten or concealed this matter, or perhaps the investigators had overlooked it due to focusing on the bigger picture. After getting through this ordeal, he somewhat regretted giving up control over Wen Jing, but it was too late.

Wen Jing, on the other hand, felt reborn. She thought that Yaozong would definitely conceal their relationship and wouldn't mention her name to the investigators. February 12th,
Chapter 104: Zhihong's Remarriage

. The first thing Wenjing did was call Zhigang: "Zhigang, when are you coming back to Shanghai?"

"Is something wrong?"

"I want to talk to you properly." "What is it?"

"It's very important. Please come back as soon as possible."

"Okay. I'll make arrangements and go back in a couple of days."

Zhigang returned to Shanghai with Chun'er, handing Chun'er over to Jing'er, who was overjoyed. The two sisters embraced and wept. When Zhigang returned home, Wenjing had cooked a table full of dishes and opened a bottle of red wine. Zhigang sat down at the table and said, "What day is it today? Or is something wrong?"

"We have something to discuss."

Wenjing also sat down, poured wine into two glasses, and said, "It's been so long since we've been together. Come on, let's have a drink."

Zhigang suspiciously clinked glasses with Wenjing and took a sip of wine. Wenjing was in a good mood, poured herself another glass, and said, "Zhigang, we've been married for two years. Marrying you was my good fortune. You're a very outstanding man, but you have a fatal flaw. Maybe it's not a flaw, but in my eyes it is—you're too lecherous. You know I grew up in an intellectual family, and my upbringing made it impossible for me, both psychologically and emotionally, to accept you having affairs with other women, let alone multiple women. That's why we've had so many conflicts."

Wenjing paused, took another sip of wine, and Zhigang, growing impatient, said, "Get to the point. What do you want to talk about?"

"I'm talking to you now, don't rush me."

Wenjing began recounting everything that had happened, starting from the snow mountain, leaving Zhigang speechless. He had been completely unaware of so much that had transpired in Wenjing's life; he felt incredibly guilty as a husband, feeling he owed Wenjing a great deal. He said, "You should have told me sooner. Why didn't you?"

"What's the use of telling you? It'll only add to your troubles."

"After all, I'm your husband. Even if I can't solve the problem, I'll share the consequences with you."

"It's all in the past. Zhigang, now I want to talk to you about the most important thing."

"What is it? Go ahead."

"I want a divorce."

Zhigang was greatly surprised again and asked, "Why?"

"After everything that's happened, I've realized we're not compatible. If we don't divorce now, we'll divorce sooner or later."

"Do you think I can't accept your experiences? You're the victim, it's not your fault. I can accept it, I can understand. And precisely because you've gone through all this, I should treat you even better in the future."

"It's not because of that. I really feel we're not compatible. Even though I've slept with so many men, and it's disgraceful prostitution, I still can't accept you having sex with other women. Can you change? I know it's impossible. You'll go crazy without women. Since we can't accept each other, why should we force each other to change? It's impossible. Divorce is the best choice, the greatest respect for each other."

"But I don't think a divorce is absolutely necessary."

“I know you only love one person, Jing’er. Even your feelings for Chun’er surpass your feelings for me. Our relationship isn’t strong, so divorce isn’t that difficult.”

“Do you have someone you like now?”

Wenjing rested her right elbow on the table, holding a wine glass, propping her forehead with half her palm, and looked at Zhigang, saying, “I don’t know. Maybe.”

“What do you mean?”

Wenjing looked up, put the wine glass on the table, letting the bottom slide along the surface, and said, “This is something many people will laugh at or not understand. Let me tell you. I’ve fallen in love with Wang Yaozong.”

Zhigang was shocked again. This was the third time he had been shocked since meeting Wenjing today. He didn’t know what other surprises Wenjing would give him today. Wang Yaozong was knowledgeable, insightful, witty, and dashing—truly the kind of man a woman like Wenjing would like and admire. Corruption might be his only flaw, just as lust was Zhigang’s only flaw, but this one flaw was fatal, ruining his future. Zhigang understood that Wenjing had fallen in love with Wang Yaozong, but he didn’t understand what she was going to do for it. “Wang Yaozong will be on trial soon, and he’ll definitely be sentenced. Even if you fall in love with him, you can’t marry him, so there’s no need to divorce me now.”

“I’m not going to marry him right away. But things have come to this, do you think our marriage is worth maintaining?”

Zhigang was speechless for a moment, then pondered for a while and said, “What you said makes sense, but it’s not something to rush, right? This is too sudden for me, give me some time to think about it.”

“Of course. I’m not forcing you to divorce, and I’m not asking you to divorce immediately. Today is just to discuss it with you. Think it over carefully, and tell me when you come back next time.”

“Okay.”

Zhigang picked up his wine glass, “No matter what the outcome, I will cherish the days we spent together. Come on, bottoms up.”

After dinner, Wenjing took a shower first. After Zhigang came out of the shower, he asked, “How are we going to sleep tonight? Will we still sleep in the same bed?”

Wenjing said, “Whatever. Anyway, we’re not divorced yet.”

Zhigang picked up Wenjing and kissed her, saying, “Yes, you’re still my wife.”

Wenjing said, “I know you’re a womanizer, but you never go to prostitutes. Don’t you mind that I’ve been a prostitute?”

“I wouldn’t mind even if you’ve killed someone,”

Zhigang said, untying Wenjing’s bathrobe sash and caressing the woman’s body, which he hadn’t touched in months.

The thought that this body would soon no longer belong to him made him cherish it even more, carefully licking every inch of her skin with his tongue.

Wenjing’s recent encounters with men had all been forced, either with clients or with An Dong; she neither wanted to nor could she open her heart to them. Today, with Zhigang, she felt much more relaxed; his licking made her body hot. When his tongue lightly touched her lips, she began to moan incessantly, yearning for Zhigang to enter. Zhigang gently slid his penis into her vagina, feeling its large size, yet the rhythmic contractions made it feel good. Wenjing frowned slightly, moaning rapidly, rotating her lower body in rhythm with Zhigang’s movements. She thought of Yaozong; how wonderful it would be if she were with him right now.

An hour later, Wenjing’s orgasm suddenly struck; she screamed for Zhigang to thrust harder, until he was completely destroyed. Zhigang didn’t destroy her, continuing

to move hard inside Wenjing. He pulled out his jade pillar, told Wenjing to turn over, and slowly inserted it into her vagina. After a short pause, he began to move.

Wenjing continued to moan and writhe under his thrusts. Zhigang felt his jade pillar being tightly enveloped, with no moment of relaxation; his climax came quickly, and he ejaculated inside.

Meanwhile, Zhihong also returned to Shanghai, also with the goal of getting a divorce. Zhou Kai had divorced and demanded that Zhihong marry him. Her marriage with Chen You had always been problematic; they had tried to divorce once before but failed, and Zhou Kai's charm was irresistible to her.

Chen You was currently trying to replace Daming as the project manager. His abilities were not in question; years ago, during the great flood in his hometown, he led bricklayers from surrounding villages to build houses for the villagers, demonstrating his leadership and innovation. His problem was that he was too soft-hearted and embarrassed to squeeze out his fellow villagers and friends in the competition. This caused him to miss opportunities during the initial window of opportunity, allowing Dazhi, who, although less influential and capable, was bold and decisive, to succeed.

Last year, Chen You followed Da Ming to build houses for a neighboring village's production base in his hometown. He felt that while Da Ming's technical skills were good, his leadership was lacking; he lacked foresight and innovation. He felt there was no future in working under Da Ming, and his own abilities wouldn't be utilized. Recently, Da Zhi took on a project: a major renovation of a 100-year-old Western-style building. The requirements were to restore it to its original state, and it also needed to be moved hundreds of meters to accommodate a subway line. The project was technically challenging and difficult. Da Zhi wasn't confident, so he discussed it with Chen You, asking if he dared to lead the project. Chen You wanted to do it; he believed he could solve the technical difficulties. However, if he agreed, Da Ming would have to give up his position as project manager, which he couldn't bear to do.

Da Zhi said, "Chen You, you're far superior to me in terms of skill and ability. Why am I rich while you're still working for someone else? It's because you're too soft-hearted. I don't trust Da Ming to handle this project; I want you to take it."

Chen You replied, "You have the nerve to replace Da Ming, but I'd be too embarrassed to take it. How could I face Da Ming and his wife afterward?" "

Competition is ruthless. If I take care of Da Ming's feelings and ruin this project, I'll be the one who suffers the loss, and it will be an almost unbearable loss. Without this ruthlessness, I wouldn't be where I am today. You're the same; if you can't be ruthless, you'll never get ahead."

Chen You understood the reasoning, but his personality was hard to change, and he still felt guilty towards Da Ming. Da Zhi said, "Your mercy towards Da Ming is cruelty to me, and you still won't get any credit. Can you bear to watch my project fail?"

"Having Da Ming do it doesn't necessarily mean it will fail."

"It's not certain, but the probability of failure is much higher than if you did it, so of course I'll choose you."

After thinking it over, Chen You felt he had no choice but to agree. "However,"

he said, "I have one request."

"Tell me, what is it?"

"Transfer Da Ming away. Don't let him work under me, otherwise neither of us will feel comfortable."

"Okay. I'll promote him to be my deputy general manager. What do you think?"

Chen You understood that becoming a deputy general manager was a demotion in disguise. As the saying goes, it's better to be the head of a chicken than the tail of a phoenix. Being a project manager meant independent operation and accounting, having a say, and earning more money—essentially being half a boss. But being a deputy general manager meant being a mere employee. To his surprise, Da Ming readily accepted Da Zhi's arrangement and cooperated well when handing over his shift, even telling him many important points. He breathed a long sigh of relief, realizing that competition wasn't necessarily a life-or-death struggle, and losers weren't necessarily enemies. In fact, accepting failure was a requirement of a market economy for competitors. Da Ming knew his abilities were insufficient for the project, but he showed no dissatisfaction or hostility towards Chen You.

Just then, Zhi Hong returned and filed for divorce. Chen You felt he had just reached a new level, his world had broadened, and he could now act with greater freedom. He didn't take the divorce too seriously and agreed.

Chen You wanted to expedite the divorce before the project started, otherwise he wouldn't have time. He asked Da Zhi for a car; he couldn't drive, so he had Zhi Hong drive back to their hometown to complete the divorce proceedings. Back in Shanghai, when they parted, Zhihong said, "Chen You, you can be a boss now."

"Why?"

"I've noticed your heart has hardened. Your biggest flaw is your soft heart."

"How do you know my heart has hardened?"

"If it were your old personality, our divorce wouldn't have been so decisive. You would have hesitated and dragged it out. But this time you didn't; you agreed and did it very quickly. This is a good thing for you. Kindness isn't always a virtue."

After being married for so many years, Zhihong knew Chen You best.

Zhihong's smooth divorce proceedings encouraged Lanhua. Kan Wei had pursued her for so long, and now that he was down on his luck, she felt that since she also loved Kan Wei, she should agree to his divorce. Only after Zhihong returned to City A could Lanhua leave, so she went back to Shanghai. However, her third brother resolutely refused to divorce.

He didn't have such a broad mind, nor any ambition. His disability made him unwilling to give up anything he already had, especially his wife of over ten years and the mother of his children. All of Lanhua's reasons were invalid with him. "No feelings left, no love, it's all bullshit, empty talk. Marriage is just about living together, it's just about sleeping together." This was the same thought Lan Hua had before she met Kan Wei. Lan Hua wanted to give all her shares in the company in the neighboring village to her third brother, but he refused, saying that a wife is a wife, and nothing can replace her. Since he wouldn't admit there was love, yet wouldn't give up, it was impossible for Lan Hua to communicate with him.

Helpless, Lan Hua had no choice but to tell the truth, hoping her third brother could understand: "To tell you the truth, third brother, I've fallen in love with someone else."

Her third brother stubbornly said, "I don't care who you fall in love with, but we can't get a divorce. If I can't satisfy you in bed, I won't object to you sleeping with other men. That's my biggest concession."

"I don't want to sleep with men, I want to marry someone."

"Then I don't care. Anyway, I'm not getting a divorce."

"Third brother, how can we live like this?"

"Why can't we live together? We've made it through all these years, haven't we?"

Knowing she couldn't reason with her third brother, Lan Hua had no choice but to return to City A and tell Kan Wei what had happened. Kan Wei said, "I've thought of that. Your third brother has a thousand reasons not to divorce, but you can't. Your relationship hasn't broken down, so you can't possibly file for divorce in court. I think we should leave it at that for now and talk about it later."

Lan Hua said, "What about later? I just want to spend the rest of my life with you."

Kan Wei laughed and said, "You can live like this. You have two husbands."

Lan Hua punched Kan Wei and said, "Then who will I be buried with when I die? You two definitely won't be buried together."

"Hearing you say that, I really understand my third brother. He's disabled, what use is money to him? He just wants a home, a woman to stay with. He shares my view on this, and you are that kind of woman."

"If he had money, even if he lost one arm, or even two arms, finding a beautiful young girl wouldn't be difficult."

"Of course it's not difficult. But how many young girls these days can stay together until old age? Don't think you're worthless just because you're older. In that respect, you're a rare breed, hard to find not only among young people but also among your peers."

"That depends on what you men want. Don't you all want young girls for pleasure in bed?"

"Look, you're ignoring the two men right here. Neither Third Brother nor I want young girls, we only want you."

Kan Wei winked at Lan Hua, pretending to be mysterious, "Do you think men don't enjoy sleeping with you?"

San

Zhoukai's work and life focus had shifted to City A. He no longer had a position at the Shanghai Changjian Machinery Factory; he was now just the general manager of the City A Changjian Foundry, demoted from a department-level official to a division-level official. The rank meant nothing to him anymore; he just wanted to run the foundry well and then spend the rest of his life with Zhihong. He and Zhihong had already obtained their marriage certificate and bought a villa in the suburbs of City A. They would get married after it was renovated. They wouldn't hold any ceremony; they would just invite a few friends to the villa for a meal, and that would be their wedding. He only invited Zhigang, Chun'er, Kan Wei, Lan Hua, and Fang Youping, who was single.

The villa had three floors, over 300 square meters, and cost less than 2 million yuan. Zhigang and the others looked at it from top to bottom and thought it was nice; this villa would cost at least 20 million yuan in Shanghai. Zhou Kai said, "If you like it, why don't you each buy one here and we can be neighbors?"

None of them had any financial problems; spending a little over 1 million yuan on a villa like this was practically a steal. Moreover, their businesses occupied a significant portion of City A, and they spent almost half the year living here, so buying a villa was a possibility. Zhigang asked Chun'er, "What do you think about buying it?"

Chun'er said, "I don't care. It's your business, you decide."

"Of course it's my decision, but someone has to discuss it with me."

"Then discuss it with Wenjing."

"What if I divorce Wenjing?"

"That's none of my business."

If it were the Chun'er of the past, she would have already insisted on having the villa. Actually, she didn't really want it; she was just joking, fully displaying her innocence and carefree youth. However, time had passed, and Xiaochun had experienced life's hardships and setbacks. She was no longer innocent and carefree, and Zhigang was quite unaccustomed to her rational and mature demeanor.

Zhigang said to Fang Youping, "Youping, you're still single. You could consider buying a house for your wedding."

Youping replied, "I don't even know who I'll marry or where I'll get married. What's the point of buying one?"

Kan Wei said, "Youping, I suggest you buy one. If you buy one, I'll be responsible for introducing you to a girlfriend in City A, and Zhigang and I will both buy one."

Youping said, "You're an expert. Do you think it's worth buying?"

"Of course. It's also an investment. If I want to sell it in the future, at least I won't lose money."

“I’m not afraid of losing money, I’m afraid of buying and still being alone in an empty house,”

Zhigang said. “Youping, do you know why you’re not popular with women?”

“I know. I’m too reserved and too serious, women don’t like me.”

“Would you like me to introduce you to a less serious woman?”

“That depends on whether I like her or not. If

I do, I’ll take her even if she’s a prostitute.” “See, you’re not reserved anymore, are you? You need a less serious woman to liven things up.”

“Really? Why can’t a serious woman work?”

“Think about it, if you two serious people are together, always so polite and respectful, you don’t say much, there’s no romance, is that interesting?”

Zhihong and Lanhua were cooking in the kitchen. Both women were quick and efficient, and soon the dishes were ready, and they called them to eat. Zhigang took a phone call upstairs and came downstairs to say, “Wait a moment, there’s a guest who’s coming from afar.”

“Who is it?”

Lanhua asked.

“You’ll find out soon,”

Zhigang said mysteriously.

A car horn sounded outside. Zhou Kai’s driver opened the door and brought in a beautiful woman with a round sun hat and a curvaceous figure.

"Xinyi!"

Lan Hua went over and took Xinyi's hand. "Why are you here?"

Xinyi took off her white sun hat, revealing a head of long, black, shoulder-length hair. She said to Lan Hua, "Can't I come?"

"Yes. Of course you can."

Lan Hua arranged for Xinyi to sit next to Youping. "We were just talking about needing a beautiful woman, and you've come down from the sky."

Xinyi sat down, and Youping, a little embarrassed, moved aside. This action caught Xin Yi's attention. She glanced at him with her beautiful eyes and said, "Zhi Gang, why don't you introduce yourself?"

Zhi Gang said, "Let me introduce you first. This is Jia Xin Yi, the general manager of the Daishan Agricultural Products Base in the neighboring village. She's the kind of woman I mentioned earlier who isn't exactly respectable."

Xin Yi glared at Zhi Gang and said, "How am I respectable?"

Zhi Gang laughed and said, "Don't glare at me, you're scaring me with those big eyes. Someone just said they like respectable women, so I categorized you as one of them, just playing to their taste. Now, let me introduce this gentleman standing next to you, Fang Youping, chairman of Junuo Network Technology Co., Ltd., an IT industry elite. He's the one who likes respectable women."

Youping blushed at this. Xin Yi looked at Youping openly, finding it amusing, and said, "Men can be quite cute when they're shy."

Everyone laughed, and Youping became even more embarrassed. Zhi Gang said, "How about it? Isn't this woman interesting? I'll tell you about her background later, and you'll be even more surprised. I haven't finished introducing her yet."

Zhi Gang introduced Zhou Kai and Kan Wei; Xin Yi knew everyone else. Kan Wei asked, "Stop keeping me in suspense, tell me about her background."

"I'll keep you in suspense for a bit. Guess what her previous identity was?"

Kan Wei looked at Xin Yi and said, "Maybe she was a civil servant."

Zhou Kai said, "Judging from her age and demeanor, she should have gone to university. I agree with Kan Wei; she was a civil servant."

"That's not surprising. Anything else? Youping, you guess."

Youping glanced at Xin Yi, then shook his head, saying, "I can't guess."

Xin Yi clasped her hands together and began chanting. She was chanting the common Diamond Sutra, but she couldn't understand it; she only felt that she was chanting the true sutra.

"She was actually a nun?"

Kan Wei said. "I never would have guessed. Why did you become a nun? And why did you return to secular life?"

Zhi Gang said, "That's a long story, we'll talk about it later. She's been transferred here to be in charge of the Yinshan Wildlife Breeding Base, there will be plenty of opportunities."

"Okay,"

Kan Wei said, "Let's begin. An old tree blossoms, a good match is formed; a nun returns to secular life, creating a beautiful story. Today I volunteer to be the unofficial master of ceremonies for this unofficial wedding. The beautiful Miss Xinyi has come from afar, even by plane, like a phoenix, this is called 'the arrival of the phoenix,' a very auspicious occasion. At this auspicious time, I declare that the wedding ceremony of Mr. Zhou Kai and Ms. Feng Zhihong now begins!"

Chapter 105 Chun'er Returns

As soon as Xinyi arrived, the work at the wildlife breeding base sprang into action. On the mountain land rented by the neighboring village company, individual breeders and residents were relocated under the organization of the government, but the houses were preserved. Xinyi chose a three-story building as her office and residence. Lan Hua selected several capable young men from the winery for Xin Yi, and the basic personnel structure was set up. A few days later, Stephen and Kelly arrived.

Stephen, seeing Xin Yi, happily embraced her and kissed her with his mouth surrounded by a long red mustache, saying, "Beautiful Xin Yi, it's so good to see you. I missed you."

"You really missed me?"

Xin Yi looked into Stephen's blue eyes and said, "You couldn't have missed me, you have too many women."

"But you made such a deep impression on me. You gave me an upset stomach."

Thinking of Stephen's pathetic state with diarrhea, Xin Yi giggled and bent over.

Kelly also hugged and kissed Zhi Gang, rubbing her breasts against him, saying, "Zhi Gang, my mother sends her regards."

"Thank her for me. Tell her I'll visit her next time I go back."

Stephen said, "Let's go up the mountain and take a good look at our mountainous land."

They first climbed the nearest hill, and then climbed the higher one. There were no trees on the mountaintop, and the summer sun made them squint as they looked at the surrounding forests, fields, rivers, and lakes. Zhigang said, "Let's climb further up the mountain. I'll take you to a nice place."

Zhigang took Kelly's hand and led her down the mountain. At the 80-degree slope, Zhigang went down first, telling Kelly to jump down so he could catch her. Kelly's breast landed directly on Zhigang's chest. Zhigang quickly hugged her, kissed her exposed breast, and said, "Don't break it."

"If it breaks, you'll have to pay for it,"

Kelly said coquettishly.

They walked up the babbling brook, reaching the pool below the waterfall. Kelly let go of Zhigang's hand and ran over, lying down on the grass. Xinyi also ran over and lay down, rolling around on the grass with Kelly in her arms. Stephen went over and pulled Xinyi up, saying, "Let's go up again; it looks really open up there."

Xinyi followed Stephen uphill. Kelly didn't want to get up, so Zhigang sat down beside her. Seeing her clothes were soaked with sweat, he said, "How about we go take a bath?"

Kelly sat up and said, "Okay."

Zhigang took Kelly's hand, and they walked into the brook together, still dressed. They took off their clothes one by one, washed them clean, and laid them out to dry on the grass on the bank. Finally, they even washed their underwear, and then lay down on the grass to sunbathe. A gentle breeze blew, carrying away some of the sun's heat, making it feel very comfortable. Zhigang got up, stroked Kelly's smooth, delicate skin, and kissed her. Kelly turned her blooming petals towards the sun, her layers of jade-like lips parting to surround the fleshy pink stamens, glistening dewdrops seeping from them. Zhigang licked them dry with his tongue, and more immediately welled up.

Kelly called out, "Zhigang, come in quickly."

Zhigang then slid the jade pillar into her vagina. Kelly let out a soft cry, followed by intermittent moans, as if she had a toothache. Zhigang loved watching a woman's expression during climax, and now it was even clearer in the sunlight. On Kelly's fair face, her eyelashes cast long shadows. Her brows furrowed into a deep frown, her eyes hazy, filled with boundless desire. Her sensual red lips were vibrant and luscious, writhing like flowers. Zhigang's tongue gently licked her lips, parting them slightly to allow his tongue to penetrate.

Kelly's orgasms always came like a sudden storm, catching Zhigang off guard. She suddenly lifted him up with such force that it felt as if they were both airborne, landing on the grass before another similar, intense lift, three times in a row, making Zhigang feel like he was on a rollercoaster. Then came a rapid, continuous series of movements, gradually subsiding.

Zhigang remained steadfastly inside her. Kelly opened her eyes wide, looking at the blue sky and white clouds,

and shouted happily, "Ah!" Zhigang said, "Be careful not to attract wolves."

Kelly laughed and said, "Wolves? Fine. I'll take the men, you can have the women, let's see who's the pervert."

Zhigang straightened up and looked down at Kelly, his snow-white skin shimmering dazzlingly in the sunlight, his breasts rolling like waves. Under Zhigang's relentless thrusting, Kelly's relaxed brows began to furrow again, as if her teeth were clenching and aching, but in reality, pleasure was accumulating little by little.

Another storm suddenly struck, and Zhigang was once again lifted into the air, almost without any support, only his jade pillar holding him up inside her, which made Kelly even happier.

After the storm, Zhigang was still hard and embedded in the woman's body. Kelly said, "Let me turn over."

Zhigang then made Kelly get down on all fours, exposing her open vulva. Zhigang stood up, supporting himself with his hands on his plump, white, and delicate buttocks, and thrust his jade pillar in like a drill. After a fierce struggle, he poured his essence into the **.

Both were covered in sweat and slightly dizzy from the sun. Zhigang led Kelly into the stream. The cool water cooled them down from their intense struggle. Kelly swam towards the center of the deep pool, where the waterfall cascaded. Zhigang called to her, "Be careful, it's deep there. Come back quickly."

Kelly ignored him and continued swimming forward, already in the pool. Zhigang had to swim quickly to catch up, almost reaching the edge of the waterfall, grabbing her foot to stop her from swimming any further. Kelly treading water asked him, "Why won't you let me swim over there?"

"The water's cold here, you'll get cramps. There are many whirlpools under the waterfall, it's very dangerous. Swim back quickly."

Kelly suddenly screamed, "Ah!"

and sank into the water. Zhigang grabbed her arm and asked, "What's wrong?"

"I got a cramp,"

Kelly grimaced, showing a pained expression. Zhigang felt her expression was the same as when she was about to climax, but he dared not look at it any longer and said, "Don't move, I'll pull you up."

Kelly was a good swimmer and knew she couldn't move at this moment, so she floated on the surface and let Zhigang hold her hand, pulling her to the shore. Zhigang laid her flat on the grass, held her cramped right leg with both hands, straightened her right leg, and forcefully pulled her toes forward. After holding it like this for a while, Kelly's pain gradually subsided. Zhigang put her right leg down, sat down beside her, and said, "That was too dangerous. If I hadn't pulled you, and you had cramped up in the waterfall, you would have been in big trouble."

Kelly said with a mournful face, "I've never had a cramp before."

"Today was different. We worked for so long, our strength was too exhausted, and the water was too cold, it would be strange if we didn't cramp up. Luckily I didn't cramp up, otherwise we would both have sunk to the bottom of the pool, and no one would have found our bodies."

Kelly said with a smile, "Or we might have been washed down the mountain, and people would have found two naked ghosts."

"What are you doing?"

It was Stephen's voice. He and Xinyi came down the mountain, supporting each other. Both were radiant and full of energy, clearly satisfied with their earlier encounter.

Kelly said, "We're sunbathing. You should join us."

Stephen said, "We've sweated too much, we need to go shower."

They went into the water hand in hand, and like Zhigang and the others, washed their clothes and hung them on the grass to dry. Then they lay down together, basking in the sun. Their clothes dried quickly, and they put them on and headed down the mountain.

The following evening, Zhigang hosted a welcome dinner for Stephen and his wife at the Cao Cao Hall of the Jiuzhou Grand Hotel. Everyone except Xinyi and Youping was in couples, so they naturally sat together. Xinyi's initiative and generosity had won Youping's favor over the past few days, and Xinyi was also interested in starting a family with him, after all, she was thirty years old. But Xinyi still had some worries: could Youping accept her lifestyle? Judging from Youping's appearance, even if he wasn't a virgin and hadn't slept with many women, she was willing to have sex with any man she liked, and she didn't want to change even after marriage.

It was clear that Stephen really liked Xin Yi. After dinner, during karaoke, he always pulled Xin Yi to dance. It seemed that if Xin Yi was willing, he would still want to have sex with her that night. Zhi Gang said to Kelly, "Could you let You Ping into your bed tonight?"

Kelly looked at You Ping, who was sitting dejectedly on the sofa, and said, "I'll try."

Kelly went over to You Ping and asked him to dance, pressing her breasts against his chest and swaying in front of him. Kelly's beauty and temperament were comparable to Xin Yi's, and her figure was even slimmer. She looked at You Ping, whose eyes deliberately avoided her breasts, and smiled, saying, "You Ping, have you ever slept with a woman?"

You Ping blushed at her question; he had never encountered such a straightforward woman before. Kelly deliberately pressed her lower abdomen against You Ping's already erect penis, saying, "If you want it, just say so. Don't hide it; that's hypocrisy. Do you want to hear my story about wife-swapping?"

You Ping wasn't a rigid person, just shy and embarrassed. After Kelly said that, although he wouldn't take the initiative, he wouldn't object to being intimate with Kelly either. She should have been more mindful with her husband present, but he held Xinyi even more brazenly than she did, which annoyed Youping. This gave him a chance to balance things out and hug her just as freely.

Zhigang was always dancing with Chun'er. Chun'er was now like a necklace around Zhigang's neck, but he could no longer treat her like a child; he had accepted her as his girlfriend, which made Chun'er incredibly happy. Zhigang had even considered agreeing to divorce Wenjing and marrying Chun'er.

Zhigang whispered in Chun'er's ear, "Chun'er, if I divorce Wenjing, will you marry me?"

Tears welled in Chun'er's eyes as she said, "Actually, I never expected you to marry me. I was content just to be your girlfriend."

Zhigang hugged Chun'er tightly, no longer dancing, "My dear Chun'er, you make me feel ashamed. I now realize that besides Jing'er, you are the woman I most want to marry."

"Really?"

Chun'er almost struggled to lift her head from Zhigang's embrace.

"Really."

Zhigang couldn't resist kissing Chun'er's lips.

Zhigang caught a glimpse of Stephen leaving with Xinyi. He noticed the sadness on Youping's face. Kelly kissed Youping, drawing his attention to the sexy, stylish woman in his arms. A little while later, Kelly and Youping also left.

"Let's go too,"

Zhigang said. Zhou Kai, Zhihong, Kan Wei, and Lanhua had also lost interest in singing.

Zhigang took Chun'er to the 16th floor in the elevator; room 1616 was a room he had booked regularly. Chun'er now came to stay with Zhigang every day; she had never experienced such happiness before. She still sang at the nightclub every day, but today, Zhigang had invited her to join him, so she had taken the day off. Zhigang told her not to sing anymore, but she refused, saying that even though it was a small job, it was still her career, so Zhigang had no choice but to go along with it.

Chun'er was taking a shower when Zhigang received a text message from Linli, asking him to go to room 3802. He hadn't been intimate with Linli for at least six months, but he didn't know how to tell Chun'er.

Chun'er emerged from the bathroom humming a song, wearing her bathrobe with a sash tied around her waist, still showing off her slender figure, and even more so, her sexiness. Zhigang cautiously said, "Chun'er, the mayor wants me to go now. Should I go?"

The smile on Chun'er's face vanished. She knew the mayor was a beautiful woman; what else could she possibly want from Zhigang at this time? Although she and her sister Jing'er had different personalities, they were kind-hearted, preferring to suffer herself rather than let the person she loved suffer. She pouted and said, "Brother Zhigang, I don't want you to go."

Zhigang hugged her and said, "I know you don't want me to go. Then I won't go."

Zhigang picked up his phone, thinking of a reason to answer Linli, when Chun'er snatched the phone away, saying, "You should still go."

Zhigang looked at the distorted expression on Chun'er's face and felt heartache, saying, "I still won't go. Chun'er, nothing is more important than you. Give me the phone."

"No. You should still go."

Chun'er's smile returned.

Zhigang pulled Chun'er into his arms, took the phone, and replied to Linli, "Sorry. I can't leave right now."

Chun'er smiled brightly, hugged Zhigang's neck, and gave him a long kiss. "Brother Zhigang, I don't care how many women you have, but I do care if you leave me to sleep with another woman."

Zhigang kissed Chun'er and said, "I know. But I only now realize how much I love you." Chun'er

sat on Zhigang's lap, looked into his eyes, and asked, "Is it the same as loving Jing'er?"

"The same,"

Zhigang said firmly.

"Liar,"

Chun'er said with a grin. "I know how much you love Jing'er. But with your words, I don't care how much suffering I've endured. Brother Zhigang, go take a shower. I want you."

Zhigang went to the bathroom to shower. When he was almost done, Chun'er slipped in naked and showered with him, helping him wash off the shampoo. Her little hands touched his body, and Zhigang immediately became excited. Chun'er watched as the jade pillar slowly rose like a mast, then bent down and took it into her mouth. Chun'er held onto the washbasin

with both hands, her back to Zhigang, her flower facing him, and said, "Come in quickly."

Zhigang held his buttocks with both hands, letting the jade pillar enter his already open **. Chun'er screamed, saying, "Brother Zhigang, harder! Ah—"

Zhigang had done it with Kelly several times that morning, and now he could last even longer. Chun'er and Zhigang tried several different positions, some of which Zhigang had never even heard of. He asked her, "Chun'er, where did you learn so many techniques?"

Chun'er, frowning and panting, replied, "Online. Ah! Brother Zhigang—"

She reached her climax, struggling desperately against Zhigang, her **splattering onto his face. Zhigang almost couldn't hold her. Once she calmed down, he had Yuzhu lift her out of the bathroom, and they rolled onto the bed together. Chun'er straddled him, circling Yuzhu, giggling happily. She stopped face-to-face with Zhigang and said, "Brother Zhigang, you're amazing. I've never seen a man so powerful." Zhigang

sat up, then pressed Chun'er down, saying, "Little Chun'er, I'm only this powerful when I'm with you."

Chun'er experienced multiple climaxes, and by the time Zhigang reached his, they were both exhausted and collapsed on the bed.

Chun'er regained her strength first, climbed onto Zhigang, and kissed his lips, saying, "Brother Zhigang, thank you."

Zhigang looked at her pretty oval face and said, "Thank me for what?"

"Thank you for not going to the mayor's today. I know it might affect your career, I won't stop you next time."

"It didn't affect it. Really."

Zhigang sat up with Chun'er in his arms and said, "You don't understand Mayor Zhang, she won't blame me." Chun'er

tilted her head and looked at Zhigang, saying, "What's your relationship? Can you tell me?"

"I can tell you, but you have to keep it a secret and not tell anyone."

"Brother Zhigang, although Chun'er is a bit crazy, that's a common trait of those born in the 90s, I still know what's important."

“Yes. I believe you, that’s why I told you.”

Zhigang recounted the whole story of how he met Linli and how things had progressed. Chun’er sighed softly and said, “So officials have so many worries? I thought it was just me.”

Zhigang looked at her adorable, slightly furrowed brow and gently pinched her nose, saying, “Little girl, how many worries do you have? Who doesn’t have more worries than you?”

Chun’er smiled brightly and gave Zhigang a loud kiss on the cheek, saying, “I’m going to sleep.”

A moment later, Chun’er hugged Zhigang and drifted off to sleep. Zhigang watched Chun’er curled up in his arms like a baby, breathing evenly, and thought, “Linli must be having trouble sleeping right now. I feel so bad for her. ”

Zhigang quietly put on his clothes, took his room card, went out, took the elevator to the 37th floor, and went up to the 38th floor. Just as he stepped off the stairs, he saw someone standing at the door of room 3802 and quickly hid inside the stairwell. It was a young man even younger than Zhigang, who slipped inside as the door opened a crack.

Zhigang turned and went downstairs. He felt a pang of sadness mixed with a sense of relief. He knew Linli had other men, and there was no reason not to accept it, but seeing it with his own eyes was a different experience. This lessened his guilt towards Linli. He wasn't her only source of comfort, and he didn't need to take on that responsibility. Although Zhigang had many women, he genuinely loved every woman he slept with.

Back in his room, he gently closed the door, inserted his key card into the power outlet, and walked to the bedside, only to find Chun'er staring at him with wide eyes. "You're not asleep?"

he asked.

Chun'er nodded, her eyes still questioning him. He knew Chun'er had deliberately sent him there, but he didn't know why he had returned.

Zhigang went to bed, hugged Chun'er, and said, "Sleep. She doesn't need me anymore."

Two weeks later, Zhigang received another text message from Linli. He hesitated for a moment, then decided he should go.

Linli greeted Zhigang in a semi-transparent nightgown, her breasts clearly visible. She hugged Zhigang and gave him a long, drawn-out kiss, like a long-separated wife welcoming her husband.

"I'm sorry,"

Zhigang apologized first. "I really couldn't get away last time, and I disappointed you."

"It's alright,"

Linli tilted her head to look at him. "You have your own things to do. There's no need for me to be at your beck and call. If that were the case, I wouldn't like you as much. You know I have other men. But I want you the most."

Linli didn't hide the fact that she had other men, which pleased Zhigang. He kissed her red lips and said, "I'm going to take a shower."

Zhigang walked out of the bathroom. Linli was already lying on her side on the bed, propping her chin on her hand, watching Zhigang approach. Zhigang stuck out his tongue and licked her nipples through her pajamas, as if there was nothing between them. The nipples went from soft to hard, from small to large under his tongue. Zhigang then took her breasts in his mouth, piece by piece. Linli groaned and twisted under his tongue, her brows furrowing, revealing a pained expression.

Zhigang unbuttoned her pajamas and kissed her from top to bottom until he reached the dew-kissed, blooming rose. Her jade lips, like her own lips, moved nimbly as she kissed Zhigang, expressing her longing and yearning.

As the jade pillar entered her vagina, Linli's expression of pain intensified, her eyes glazed over, and she screamed repeatedly, as if her flesh were being torn apart piece by piece in torture. Zhigang admired her expression, unwilling to let it disappear, and continued to stimulate her. His movements inside her were always reflected in her facial expressions, until the climax arrived, the pain reaching its peak. She closed her eyes tightly, opened her mouth wide, and screamed, as if releasing all the pain in her life.

Zhigang brought Linli to three intense orgasms before destroying himself.

"Zhigang, do you know what I like most about you?"

"Isn't it that you can give me three orgasms?"

"That's good too, but not quite."

"Then what is it?"

"It's your understanding. I know how many difficulties you've encountered in City A, but you've never come to me even once."

"What would happen if I did?"

"It would put me in a difficult position. Helping you might not benefit either of us, but not helping you might make you angry."

"Yes. I know that's how it is, so I don't come to you."

"From now on, you can come to me with anything."

"You have nothing to worry about?" "

I'm not worried about you. You'll only come to me when you have no other choice. If I can't help you then, wouldn't I be a waste of my mayoral position?" "What

I care about most right now is who will be the president of the Construction Bank."

"Who do you hope will be the president?"

"Whoever it is, I just hope they approve my loan project."

"Who's helping you the most right now?"

"It's Zhang Xiaoqin, the head of the credit department."

"What other loans do you need?"

"Fang Youping's IT technology park and my neighboring village's wildlife breeding base."

“I know about these two projects; the loan conditions should be met. Continue to have Zhang Xiaoqin handle it. If you get stuck anywhere, just contact my secretary, Xiao Liu.”

“Great! Linli, how can I thank you?”

“I don’t need thanks for anything you do. I think you should feel the same way.”

Zhigang pressed down on Linli again, saying, “No thanks, but I want to give you a special reward today.”

Linli asked with expectant eyes, “What kind of reward?”

“A reward of three more orgasms.”

Zhigang said, then entered her again.

Chapter 106 The Finale: Zhigang's marriage proposal

to Wang Yaozong ultimately resulted in a 7-year prison sentence. Li Yinghui and Ma Shengping, having returned all their illicit gains, were exempted from prosecution but were expelled from the Party and dismissed from their public positions. Upon hearing this, Wenjing called Zhigang: "Zhigang, have you thought about the divorce?"

"Why do you insist on a divorce?"

"I've already told you, we're not compatible, it can't last. Wang Yaozong has been sentenced, and I want to visit him in prison as a free man, to give him hope and warmth."

"Okay. I'm moved by you. Since you're so devoted to Wang Yaozong, I'd better grant your wish. However, I'm currently dealing with a bank loan and can't leave right now. I'll go back to Shanghai as soon as I can."

Zhigang felt relieved. The divorce would allow Wenjing to be together, which relieved him of any burden; otherwise, he would always blame himself for leaving her. He always believed that even if Wenjing strongly insisted on a divorce, he had a responsibility to consider her future and couldn't act rashly. He immediately called Chun'er: "Chun'er, I'd like to invite you to dinner tonight."

"I have a performance tonight. Do you have something important to do?"

"I have something very important to tell you. Don't even mention a performance, even your own wedding has to be canceled."

"Wow. Something this big?"

Chun'er hadn't quite grasped it yet. "Is it an alien invasion?"

"It's at the Jiuzhou Hotel tonight. I've booked the Xiao Qiao Hall. Just for you, understand?"

"What is it? Tell me a little now."

Chun'er pleaded.

"No. 6 o'clock sharp, I'll be waiting for you."

"Okay—okay."

Chun'er reluctantly agreed, dragging out the long wait. Zhigang could imagine her pouting adorably at that moment.

Zhigang immediately went to a jewelry store and chose a pair of rings. He wanted to make up for what he owed Chun'er with a surprise proposal, to give her a big surprise. Zhigang didn't usually like doing this kind of thing, but he was sure Chun'er would like it, so he was willing to do it. After

buying the rings, Zhigang went to a florist and ordered 99 roses, instructing them to be delivered to the hotel immediately. He arrived early at the private room on the third floor of the Jiuzhou Hotel. Xiao Qiao Hall was a small room, seating a maximum of six people, but it was quite spacious for Rong Zhigang and Chun'er. Zhigang asked the waiter to set two sets of tableware on the table, and then place four red candles, but not to light them yet. The 99 roses arrived, and he placed them in the center of the table. He also ordered a bottle of Lafite wine, asking the waiter to pour it into a decanter and fill two stemmed glasses. He also instructed a waiter to keep watch in the lobby on the first floor, and to call up as soon as Chun'er entered the hotel. Chun'er was a local minor pop star, and the waiters all knew her.

When Chun'er entered Xiao Qiao Hall, Zhigang had already turned off the lights and lit the candles. On the white tablecloth, the four flickering red candlelight illuminated the 99 bright red roses, and red wine was poured into the two glasses. Zhigang came forward, took Chun'er's hand, and led her to the table. He helped her sit down, knelt on one knee, took out a red ring box from his pocket, opened it, and showed the ring to Chun'er, saying, "My dear Chun'er, please marry me."

Chun'er was stunned, her eyes widening as she asked, "What do you mean?"

Zhigang repeated, "I'm asking you to marry me."

Chun'er understood, her eyes widening even more: "What's going on? You're divorced?"

"I've already agreed to divorce Wenjing. Although we're not officially divorced yet, it's just a matter of paperwork. I was afraid you'd run away again, so I quickly proposed to you. Will you say yes?"

"Don't rush, don't rush. You're making my head spin. Is it true?"

"Absolutely true. Do you want me to pinch you?"

Chun'er's tears streamed down her face. She knelt down and hugged Zhigang tightly, "Brother Zhigang, is this true? You really want to marry me?"

The ring on Zhigang's hand almost fell off because of Chun'er. He quickly caught it, took it out, put it on Chun'er's middle finger, kissed it, and said, "Chun'er, from now on you are my fiancée."

"Really?"

Chun'er seemed still incredulous.

Zhigang helped Chun'er up and sat her down in a chair, then sat opposite her, picked up his wine glass, and said, "Chun'er, cheers."

"Okay. Cheers."

Chun'er drank it all in one gulp.

Zhigang poured more wine into the glass and said, "Let's drink three glasses in a row."

After drinking the three glasses, Chun'er's happy little face flushed pink, making her beautiful and charming. Zhigang said, "Let's eat something, or we'll get drunk."

Chun'er took out her phone and said, "I'll call Jing'er and tell her we're engaged."

"Don't call yet. Let's tell her when we get back to Shanghai,"

Chun'er said. "I'm so happy, I just want to tell everyone."

"Don't get excited. I'm not divorced yet, let's take it slow."

Chun'er pouted and said, "Okay. I'll listen to you."

After finishing one bottle of wine, Chun'er wanted to open another. Zhigang, worried she'd get drunk, said, "Let's not open another one. Let's eat."

Chun'er pouted again, "No! I want to drink more."

"Do you know how expensive this wine is? Aren't you going to save me some?"

"No way. I'd drink your villa tonight and still want it."

"Okay, okay. Open another bottle, but don't finish it."

The second bottle was finished anyway. Chun'er was drunk. Zhigang helped her back to her room and put her on the bed. She cried out, "Brother Zhigang, come here, I want you."

"What's the rush? From now on, I'll always be yours."

"I want it now. I'm afraid that when I wake up tomorrow morning, you won't be mine anymore."

Looking at Chun'er's slender, full-breasted body, her red lips and white teeth, her face as rosy as if painted with rouge, Zhigang was already burning with desire and unable to suppress his passion. He lifted Chun'er's short skirt, ripped off her lace bra and threw it away, then roughly inserted a finger directly into her already open vagina. "Ah!"

Chun'er screamed with pleasure, her body twisting violently, and said, "Come in quickly."

"I'm already in,"

Zhigang said with a smile.

"Not your hand, but your thing."

Zhigang smiled and slid his already hard penis into her vagina. Chun'er let out a long sigh of relief, her hands beginning to tightly grasp her breasts. Zhigang pulled off her skirt and shirt from the bottom up, then kneaded her breasts with both hands and said, "How many orgasms do you want?"

Before Chun'er could answer, she suddenly experienced an orgasm. "Ah! Zhigang—ah—"

Zhigang continued to torment Chun'er, bringing her to orgasm five times, finally leaving her limp like a noodle on his erect penis. Chun'er begged for mercy: "Brother Zhigang, I'm out of energy, please let me go."

"I can't let go,"

Zhigang said deliberately. "Since you want to marry me, you have to satisfy me. What do you suggest?"

Chun'er cried out, "I can't take it anymore. Brother Zhigang, please spare me. Find another woman, I won't be jealous."

"I can't find one now, I can only do you."

Zhigang knew Chun'er really couldn't take it anymore, so he sped up the pace. As he opened the floodgates in her flower, Chun'er had her sixth orgasm. Zhigang

went to see Zhang Xiaoqin again. She was now the vice president and head of the credit department of the Construction Bank, and Ding Shaoxing had become the president. This time it went surprisingly smoothly. Fang Youping's IT technology park and the neighboring village's wildlife breeding base both received loans at the same time. Zhigang knew that Linli had secretly helped, and even Xiaoqin's promotion might be related to him mentioning her to Linli. Zhigang asked Xiaoqin, "How do you want me to treat you this time?"

Xiaoqin smiled at him and said, "That depends on your arrangements."

"Then come with me."

They got into Zhigang's car and drove towards Yinshan in the southern suburbs. Xiaoqin asked, "Are you taking me to the same place as last time?"

"You'll know when we get there."

When the car reached the foot of Yinshan, it drove along the grassy slope at the foot of the mountain. There was no road there, only a narrow path worn by human feet. However, the grassy slope was wide, and the car could drive forward as long as it didn't go too fast to avoid overturning. Zhigang drove almost all the way to a ravine on the other side of the mountain, where even the path ended, and there were mountains on all sides. Zhigang stopped the car and said, "We don't need to climb the mountain today. Get out."

Xiaoqin opened the car door and got out. Zhigang had already walked around to her side, hugged her, and kissed her. Xiaoqin nervously let him kiss her for a while before pulling away and saying, "Be careful someone sees us."

"No one will see us."

Zhigang pointed to the mountains on all sides and said, "Don't you think it's more exciting to do it here?"

It was indeed exciting. Xiaoqin, naturally drawn to nature, felt youthful and vibrant upon arriving at this place, feeling a fusion with nature. In this primal atmosphere, a primal urge arose within her.

Zhigang knelt down, pulled down Xiaoqin's underwear and threw it into the car, then lifted her skirt, letting it fall to cover their surroundings. He pressed Xiaoqin against the car door, inserting his penis into her already open vagina beneath her skirt. Xiaoqin, overjoyed, let Zhigang slam her against the car door, causing the car to shake violently. Her pleasure was as vast as the blue sky.

Xiaoqin felt the sky spinning, the surrounding mountains rotating, her body rapidly expanding, then suddenly exploding. She screamed, "Ah—!"

The surrounding mountains screamed back, "Ah—ah—ah—!"

Zhigang pressed her against the car door, feeling his penis almost pierce through her body, pinning her to the door. She struggled desperately, but couldn't break free from this thick, fleshy nail. Only when she reached her second orgasm did Zhigang collapse, exhausted, and put her down.

Xiaoqin nestled against Zhigang, looking at the desolate mountains, and said, "This is truly a beautiful place."

Zhigang said, "However, with the loan you gave me, this place will soon be transformed."

"You must try your best to preserve its original appearance."

"Of course. But we need to build a road so that tourists can safely walk to visit the breeding farm and observe the wild animals."

"Building a road is fine, but it can't be a cement road; it can only be paved with stone slabs."

A mountain breeze blew by, slipping under Xiaoqin's skirt. She felt the flowers blooming freely and gracefully in the wind, and couldn't help but say, "It's so comfortable not wearing underwear." "

Then let's not wear underwear. Come on, let's go back."

Xiaoqin really didn't wear underwear and got into the car. Zhigang drove to the small building in front of the temporary office of the base in the neighboring village. Xinyi was already waiting at the door, leading them to the dining room and saying, "Zhigang, as per your instructions, the game is ready."

Wild boar, muntjac, pheasant, venison, and other dishes were served, and Xiaoqin nodded frequently as she ate, saying how delicious they were. She raised her glass to Zhigang and said, "I'm convinced that giving you the loan today was the right decision."

Xinyi said, "Today we're drinking deer antler wine, so we can't drink too much."

After a few drinks, Xiaoqin felt dizzy. Even worse, her naked body was already aroused, and rubbing her legs together didn't quench her thirst; she had no desire to drink anymore. She whispered in Zhigang's ear, "What if I want to?"

Zhigang whispered back, "Arrange a nap later."

"No. I can't take it now."

Xinyi had already noticed, and she asked Zhigang, "Is Director Zhang drunk? Let's go to my room to rest."

Zhigang readily agreed, helping Xiaoqin upstairs to Xinyi's room. As soon as the door closed, Xiaoqin pinned Zhigang against it and reached for his penis. Zhigang's hand traced down her thigh to her vulva, which was already dripping wet. Two fingers slid smoothly into her vagina. Xiaoqin cried out "Ah!" as if she couldn't breathe. It took her a while to recover, and she moaned softly, "Ah! Zhigang, your hand isn't good enough, come in quickly."

Zhigang made her turn around, holding onto the edge of the bed, and thrust his penis into her from behind, making her tremble and scream.

Zhigang returned to Shanghai to finalize their divorce with Wenjing. They left the Civil Affairs Bureau, no longer husband and wife. Zhigang thought the divorce was too easy; if only getting a loan were this smooth. They stopped at the bottom of the steps, and Zhigang said, "Let's have one last meal."

"A last supper? No need. It's not like we're parting forever. As friends, we'll meet again."

"Where are you going now?"

"I've already rented a place; I'm going back to get my things."

They each drove back to their former shared home. Wenjing had already packed her things. She only packed some of her clothes into two large suitcases, leaving everything else behind. She didn't want any of her assets, including the house, company shares, and so on. Zhigang hugged her and said, "Wenjing, stay one last night."

Wenjing stiffly let him hold her, looking at him calmly and saying, "We're no longer husband and wife. Since we've chosen divorce, there's no need for any more lingering attachments."

Zhigang released Wenjing, feeling bored, and said, "Okay. I'll take you downstairs."

Zhigang helped Wenjing carry her suitcases to the car and asked, "When are you going to see Wang Yaozong?"

"Visiting day is in two days, I'll go tomorrow."

Wang Yaozong was being held at Jiangfeng Farm, more than 100 kilometers away from City A, and Wenjing needed to get there early to see him on visiting day.

Zhigang said, "Tell me, between me and Wang Yaozong, who is luckier or happier? If we're talking about winning your love, he's undoubtedly happier than me."

"Don't be so sentimental. He's lost his personal freedom; you have everything you want. What's there to compare?"

"But he has a woman who loves him under these circumstances, and I can't even compete with him. It makes me feel incredibly defeated. Everyone says I have many romantic encounters, but those don't matter. Only being with a woman willing to marry you is a romantic encounter."

"It's not your fault,"

Wenjing said. "Actually, I'm already a worthless woman, only fit to marry a prisoner."

"Don't say that. We all pursue life in our own way. There's no right or wrong, only luck and misfortune."

Wenjing opened the car door, smiled at Zhigang, and said, "Okay, goodbye here. I wish you happiness."

"I wish you happiness. And I wish your prisoner a speedy release."

Zhigang shook hands with Wenjing goodbye, watching the Mercedes drive away.

Zhigang called Jing'er: "Jing'er, where are you?"

"I'm at a client's company."

"Can you come back and have dinner with me?"

"I'm afraid not. I already promised to have dinner here."

"Then come straight to my place after you finish eating. I have some news for you, I'm divorced."

"Really?"

Jing'er sounded surprised. "When did you get divorced?"

"Just today. Just now."

"Okay. I'll come over tonight, and I have some important news for you too."

"What news?"

"I'll tell you tonight. Goodbye."

Jing'er hung up. Zhigang couldn't understand what kind of news she had to tell him, but from her tone, it sounded like good news.

Zhigang had dinner at the company cafeteria and then went home. He took a shower and went into the bedroom. He noticed that one door to the wardrobe that Wenjing had opened wasn't closed properly. He opened it, and it was empty. He imagined Chun'er filling the wardrobe with clothes again, and his heart was filled with anticipation for their future married life.

It was quite late when Jing'er arrived. She had drunk quite a bit of wine; her face was flushed, her eyes were bright, and she was in a good mood. After showering, she sat on the bed next to Zhigang, cupped his face, and kissed him, saying, "Zhigang, are you really divorced?"

"Really."

Zhigang looked at Jing'er's breasts, half-exposed at the neckline of her nightgown, kissing them, and then pushed her down onto the bed. He pulled open the neckline, revealing her breasts, and licked the two nipples with the tip of his tongue, saying, "It's a pity you can't get a divorce, otherwise I could have married you."

He was saying this in vain; it was precisely because Jing'er was married and couldn't get a divorce that he married Wenjing. Jing'er smiled and stroked his head, like a mother stroking her son.

Zhigang pulled open Jing'er's nightgown completely, once again admiring her jade-white, exquisitely sculpted breasts. Her breasts were still so full and beautiful, and the flowers deep within the forest were even more vibrant as roses, moist and lively, blooming with dew. These were the most beautiful flowers in the world, and also the most beautiful flowers in Zhigang's life. He gently licked her outer lips with the tip of his tongue, feeling the flower's life writhing and opening, just like her little mouth sucking on Zhigang's tongue.

Zhigang let the jade pillar slide gently into her, once again feeling the pleasure of communication between the inner walls of her and the jade pillar. The slightest tremor or twitch was like an electric shock transmitted to the jade pillar, then spread throughout his body. The physical communication between him and Jing'er was still so smooth and subtle, without the slightest obstruction or stagnation, like a clear blue sky without a single cloud, like a pure white snowfield without a single blemish. Zhigang and all his women, including those with Chun'er, had never experienced such a delicate sensation.

Looking at the pale, rosy face panting beneath him, her red lips slightly distorted as if scalded by boiling water, her brows furrowed into a "川" shape, pain and pleasure indistinguishable, happiness and suffering intertwined, her beautiful eyes slightly closed, revealing a hazy starlight. With each movement of Zhigang inside her, her expression changed slightly, the pain and pleasure intensifying. Zhigang kissed her lips and said, "Jing'er, everyone says I'm popular with women, but why am I so unlucky with you?"

Jing'er grinned and said, "I'm doing it to you right now, and you say I'm unlucky?"

"But I want to marry you. Actually, I've only had one real romantic encounter in my life, and that was meeting you."

"Ah—Zhigang! Ah—"

Jing'er reached her climax, her struggles, fueled by the power of her life, forced Zhigang to release the floodgates of his own life.

Jing'er wouldn't let Zhigang off, insisting that he remain on top of her. She kissed Zhigang and asked, "Zhigang, are you still willing to marry me?"

"Of course. I'm willing to marry you anytime."

"Then I'll marry you."

"Really?"

"Really. This is what I want to tell you. Actually, before I came to Shanghai, I divorced Tianming."

"What?"

Zhigang sat up abruptly. "You're telling the truth?"

Jing'er also sat up. "It's true."

"What happened?" "

Actually, Tianming and Liufeng had been having an affair for a long time. Liufeng's parents wanted to use her to blackmail Tianming and get their hands on our family's recipe or winery. After the neighboring village's winery acquired the winery, they knew there was no chance, but Liufeng and Tianming had truly developed feelings for each other. Tianming was willing to give up his marriage with me, but he still abided by the winery's rules and wouldn't reveal the recipe, intending to pass it on to my son. That's how we peacefully divorced."

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

Zhigang shouted angrily, startling Jing'er. She had never seen Zhigang speak to her like that before.

“I saw that you and Wenjing were doing well, and I was afraid it would affect your marriage, so I didn’t tell you. I only found out about your divorce today. Is it too late to tell you now?”

Jing’er said, holding back tears and somewhat unhappy.

Zhigang calmed down and said, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it just now. It’s never too late once you’re divorced. I’d divorce even if I married a princess. The problem is, I just proposed to Chun’er.”

“Ah?”

Jing’er’s eyes widened in surprise.

“If I had known you were divorced earlier, I would have divorced Wenjing long ago and wouldn’t have proposed to Chun’er. But how can I face Chun’er now?”

Jing’er bit her lip and said, “Zhigang, just marry Chun’er. You know how much she’s suffered for you these past two years.”

“I know. But what about you? You’re the one I want to marry most.”

"How could I steal you from my own sister? You married Chun'er, and I'm willing to be your lover for life."

"I can't do that, it would be too unfair to you. I want to marry you, even if it means Chun'er being my lover."

"Then how can you face Chun'er?"

Zhigang was speechless. His heart was filled with unbearable pain; his happiest moment had given way to the greatest sorrow. They embraced, weeping, unsure what to do.

The sound of a key unlocking a door came from outside, the door opened and closed again, and Chun'er's voice came: "Brother Zhigang, where are you?"

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