[Urban] Midnight (Complete) - 1-3

Chapter 1

(1)

At ten o'clock at night, the snow was rustling in the cold wind, cutting the faces of pedestrians like knives. Lu Zirong leaned quietly in the car and rolled down the window. Immediately, a strong cold current blew into the car, but Lu Zirong did not feel cold. He was a man of strong character and could withstand the biting cold. He had just entered his thirties and inherited his father's business, managing the largest branch of the Lu family in the south. He was living a life of ease.

"Second Young Master, aren't you cold?" Xiao Yun, the driver of the BMW, turned her head and asked with concern.

"Not cold, not cold, Xiaoyun. It's been months since you came back; things have changed quite a bit."

"Yes, they have changed somewhat. We have to thank your Lu Group for that!"

"That's true—oh, by the way, how is the old lady?"

"Well, how should I put it? She's alright, but she's not in a good mood. You know, the master—"

"The master hasn't broken off his relationship with that vixen yet?"

"He has, but he's become infatuated with another one. I heard this new bride is only eighteen and still in university. The master is really something."

Lu Zirong remained silent for a long time, letting the cold wind blow, his face ashen.

The BMW turned a corner and drove towards a mountain range.

Qingtong Villa is located on the edge of a small hill on the outskirts of the city. The construction of this villa was entirely the idea of the old man, Lu Daqing. Having wandered for half his life, Lu Daqing realized that returning to his roots was no longer an option as he grew older. Therefore, he built this villa on the hillside. The villa's location had been chosen by a feng shui master; it nestled against the green hills and faced a small river, perfectly suited to Lu Daqing's taste. A person can never truly erase the shadow of their hometown, and the feng shui of this villa was identical to that of Lu Daqing's hometown. This was why Lu Daqing built the villa here.

The large iron gate of Qingtong Villa slowly opened, and cars filed in. A wealthy woman, wearing a fox fur coat, dark green silk carrot pants, and round-topped high heels, stood gracefully in the snow, accompanied by a young girl, holding a floral umbrella, anxiously gazing in the direction of the gate.

Lu Zirong saw his mother in the car and quickly got out.

The manor was brightly lit, seemingly awaiting the return of its owner.

"Mom, it's so cold, why aren't you resting inside?" Lu Zirong took a few quick steps forward, taking Li Rouqian's hand and supporting her waist.

"Why are you so late? I was so worried, um—" Li Rouqian said, throwing herself into her son's arms and sobbing.

"Mom, what's wrong?" Lu Zirong held his mother, looking bewildered. "Xiaoyu, quickly help the old lady inside to talk."

"Second brother, you're back! That's great! Brother, what souvenirs did you bring back?" Lu Ziyan smiled, taking her brother's hand sweetly, then snuggling into his arms.

"Yan'er, stop fooling around. Let your brother take a bath first," Li Rouqian scolded her daughter angrily. "Xiaoyue and Xiaoyu, is the water ready?"

"Madam, it's all ready as you instructed."

"Then what are you waiting for? Quickly help the young master take a bath."

In the bathroom, a large round wooden tub was steaming, with fresh flowers floating on the surface. The bathroom was filled with a refreshing fragrance. Lu Zirong took off his clothes and climbed into the tub—he never liked taking showers. A graduate of a prestigious university in Central South, he had been deeply influenced by his mother since childhood and was immersed in classical literature. He longed for the lifestyle of emperors in ancient palaces. Xiaoyue

and Xiaoyu were Li Rouqian's two maids. The Lu family had become wealthy and naturally knew how to enjoy life. There were four maids like Xiaoyue and Xiaoyu in the family. They were about the same age, fifteen or sixteen, all children from poor families, with good looks and clear divisions of labor.

Lu Zirong quietly soaked in the water, while Xiaoyue held clothes and a towel beside him, and Xiaoyu wiped his back with her hand.

"Second Young Master, did you bring us any gifts?" Xiaoyu's hand slowly moved down his back.

"Of course I brought you some, you little slut, what, missed me?" Lu Zirong had tasted both Xiaoyue and Xiaoyu, so he always liked to have them serve him when he bathed.

As he spoke, Lu Zirong reached out and touched Xiaoyu's buttocks.

"Hmm, you're so naughty, Young Master, I didn't bring any gifts, be careful—" Xiaoyu's delicate hand pinched Lu Zirong's penis underneath. Lu Zirong's penis was hard, thick and long. "Hmm, Young Master, you're up to no good again, be careful the Old Madam scolds you."

"You little bitch, you've become so horny after just a month or so, I'll fuck you to death." Lu Zirong grabbed Xiaoyu's waist and tried to drag her into the water.

"Young Master, please, please don't do this! Madam will scold us if she sees this!" Xiaoyu struggled desperately.

"What are you afraid of? I'm here." Lu Zirong persisted, dragging Xiaoyu into the water, her thick coat soaked through.

"Xiaoyue, come help me wash my back." Lu Zirong didn't even take off Xiaoyu's clothes, reaching one hand into her pants. "So wet, you little bitch."

Suddenly, the bathroom door opened, and Li Rouqian slowly walked in, her elegant face filled with rage.

"You little bitch, you've corrupted the young master! See how I deal with you!" Li Rouqian raised her hand and slapped Xiaoyu hard.

Blood immediately flowed from the corner of Xiaoyu's mouth.

Xiaoyue immediately knelt on the ground, while Xiaoyu trembled as she climbed out of the tub and knelt on the ground as well.

"Get out! Get out tonight!" Li Rouqian shouted sharply.

"Madam, Xiaoyu will never dare to do it again! Please forgive Xiaoyu this time!" Xiaoyu trembled all over, kowtowing repeatedly.

"Get out of here now, or I'll skin you alive!" Li Rouqian kicked Xiaoyu again, seething with anger.

Xiaoyu stood up, staggering towards the door.

"You get out too, tonight, you hear me!"

Xiaoyue cried loudly.

After Xiaoyue and Xiaoyu left, Li Rouqian went over and closed the door, then slowly walked to the wooden tub.

"Is the water cold, Rong'er? Be careful not to catch a cold."

"Mother, the water's still hot, I want to soak for a while longer." Lu Zirong blushed, not daring to look at his mother.

Li Rouqian sat on a chair by the tub, picked up a towel from the tray, and gently began to wipe her son's back. Lu Zirong was handsome and intelligent, and among the four children in the Lu family, he was Li Rouqian's favorite.

"Mother, I can do it myself, you should go and rest." Lu Zirong looked up, his face still flushed.

"Sigh, let your mother serve you this once. You've only come back once in so long; you have no idea how much it's hurt me,"

Li Rouqian said softly, regaining her composure. Her son's back was fair and clean, his muscles bulging like a rhythmic square, radiating youthful energy. He loved exercising, unlike his father. Although his father was a soldier, he rarely participated in sports after achieving success. Therefore, Li Rouqian bought him a state-of-the-art fitness equipment.

"Is Dad having a new lover?"

"Yeah, a leopard can't change its spots."

"Mom must be lonely."

"You little devil." Li Rouqian blushed slightly at her son's comment. Although she was fifty, her face was wrinkle-free thanks to proper care. In the lamplight, her flushed face made her look like a young woman, incredibly beautiful.

“Mother—father keeps women outside, you can keep one too—”

“Nonsense, in my whole life, I hate women who have lost their virginity the most.” Li Rouqian finished wiping her son’s back and then started wiping his chest.

“Mother, why are you doing this?”

“Don’t mention it again, Rong’er, this time I need your help.” Li Rouqian stopped her hand on her son’s well-developed and powerful pectoral muscles and rubbed them repeatedly. “It’s as well-developed as a woman’s,” Li Rouqian thought to herself, proud of her son’s pectoral muscles. Looking at her son’s handsome face, she felt a strange sensation in her lower body.

“Hmm, Rong’er knows, what’s that woman’s background, where does she live?”

“Mother will tell you, come on, stand up, let Mother wipe down there for you.” Li Rouqian said, her face turning even redder.

“Mother, I’ll do it myself.” Lu Zirong secretly pressed his hard penis down there, his heart filled with curses: You worthless thing, go soft!

"Stand up, Rong'er, you're all grown up now, what are you afraid of?"

Lu Zirong thought his mother's voice was the most beautiful in the world, her breath as fragrant and smooth as orchids, seemingly possessing an irresistible power that always stirred something deep within his soul, like childhood memories, like a fire in winter, warm and sweet.

Li Rouqian came from a prestigious family; her father was a renowned professor in Chinese social sciences in the 1940s, and her mother was a gentle and refined woman. Their shared bloodline endowed Li Rouqian with boundless charm. Sometimes, Lu Zirong felt a strange sense of melancholy in front of his mother, mainly because he had never been able to marry a woman as virtuous and charming as her.

Lu Zirong married at twenty-five and lost his wife at twenty-eight, remaining single to this day. He didn't understand why he had lost interest in all sorts of women. With his current status, finding a good wife wouldn't be a problem, but Lu Zirong preferred casual affairs to remarrying. Actually, among the women he frequented on a regular basis, mature women made up a fairly high percentage. Lu Zirong liked mature women!

His son was getting old; alas, time waits for no one. Li Rouqian silently dried her son's upper body, gazing at the beard on his handsome face, and sighed.

"Mother, is something on your mind?" Lu Zirong's heart skipped a beat.

"You're getting old, don't work so hard outside." Li Rouqian reached out and touched her son's beard—a small tuft like a Japanese soldier's, stiff and black. For some reason, in that instant, Li Rouqian had a strange thought—like pubic hair. Lu Zirong used to not grow a beard, but in recent years, for social reasons, he had to grow one—a beardless face is unreliable; it's better to appear mature in public.

"Okay, I brought you a diamond necklace." Lu Zirong's high nose trembled slightly. "Let me wipe down here, you go and rest."

"You still care about me more, Rong'er. Mother is counting on you. Your father, your brother, and your sister rarely come home anymore." Li Rouqian wiped her son's bottom. Her son's bottom was white, with distinct muscle definition, seemingly possessing boundless strength, making Li Rouqian feel a ticklish sensation. "Mother

, this time when I come back, I will definitely help you invite Father back."

"Sigh, it's still the same as before."

"Mother, you've really suffered. This time when I came back, I also brought Father several bags of medicinal herbs. You can use them to make soup, I guarantee it will be effective."

Li Rouqian didn't speak, quietly wiping her son's lower body. After a while, she said softly, "No matter how much tonic you take, it can't compare to this—" After Li Rouqian finished speaking, her face turned even redder. In the lamplight, her almond eyes were full of spring, smooth as water, and her earrings swayed.

Lu Zirong stared blankly at his mother, his heart pounding, his penis hardening even more.

Li Rouqian took a silk handkerchief and began wiping his penis, slowly moving it downwards, gradually increasing the pressure until it reached the two large testicles. Suddenly, she smiled and said, "Rong'er, your thing might be the best in the world!"

Lu Zirong's heartstrings were plucked again, and he echoed his mother's words, "If my thing is the best in the world, then Mother's thing must also be—"

"Bullshit, you're getting worse and worse out there. I'll find you a housekeeper sooner or later." Li Rouqian involuntarily shivered, but quickly regained her composure, and the smile on her face disappeared.

Looking at his mother's delicate appearance, Lu Zirong suddenly felt an urge to hug her, but he hesitated.

"Brother, why aren't you finished washing yet? I need to pee." At this moment, Lu Ziyan's childish voice rang out from outside the bathroom.

"Yanzi, do your homework properly. I'll check it later, so watch out for your smack." Li Rouqian scolded softly. At this moment, Lu Zirong had already come out of the tub and was dressed.

"Hmph, you're always the only one allowed to bathe with your brother, Mother, you're so selfish."

"Hurry up and go!" Li Rouqian opened the bathroom door.

Lu Ziyan was the youngest in the family, only sixteen years old. She was petite and delicate, with a face like a flower, two big eyes as clear as water, and two dimples when she smiled. "Brother, I'm going to do my homework. This is a new scarf I knitted for you, you should wear it."

"Alright, alright, my little darling, go do your homework." Lu Zirong also came to the bathroom door.

Tomorrow, cloudy to partly cloudy—the large-screen TV in the room was broadcasting the weather forecast.

What kind of weather is this? Lu Zirong avoided his sister's fiery gaze and muttered.

"Partly cloudy!" Lu Ziyan giggled and stomped up the stairs.

Li Rouqian said angrily, "You crazy hussy, you always talk too much."

"Mother, tomorrow is cloudy to partly cloudy." Lu Zirong looked at Li Rouqian and said.

"You think—" Li Rouqian raised her hand slightly and pointed to her lower body—"She—refers to—"

Lu Zirong suddenly understood what his sister meant, and his face turned red.

(2)

Standing in front of the dressing mirror in her son's room, Li Rouqian looked at the sparkling diamond necklace around her neck and felt a surge of happiness. Lu Zirong stood beside his mother, gently stroking her fragrant shoulder, smelling the fragrance emanating from her hair, and was very pleased with himself, with a smile on his face.

"Mother, only you are worthy of this necklace."

"Hmm, you have a sweet tongue." Li Rouqian smiled slightly.

"Mother, tomorrow, I will go and settle accounts with that woman." "

Be careful, don't cause any trouble. "

"Don't worry, Mother, I know what I'm doing." Lu Zirong reached out and stroked his mother's hair. Li Rouqian always wore her hair in a high bun, resembling an imperial concubine, exuding a classic elegance.

"Mother, if you let your hair down, it'll probably seduce a lot of people."

"I'm old, what's there to seduce? Even your father—"

The air conditioner wasn't on, but the fireplace by the bedside burned brightly.

"Mother, sit on the bed and talk slowly." Lu Zirong helped his mother sit on the edge of the bed.

Lu Zirong's bedroom and study were both on the third floor. The Qing Tong Villa was in a classic style, which was also Li Rouqian's intention. Actually, in this large family, the old man, Lu Daqing, was a secondary figure—Lu Daqing was just a military man back then, and it took considerable effort for him to marry Li Rouqian.

One of Lu Daqing's close friends had some connections with the Li family. Lu Daqing's military camp happened to be not too far from the Li family's residence. As the battalion commander, he had vowed since childhood to marry a woman of both beauty and talent, hence he didn't marry until he was thirty.

Although Lu Daqing was in the army, he had received some education and knew some proper etiquette. Coupled with his military nature, he had long since suppressed the bad habits he developed from his impoverished childhood. Therefore, he was quite attractive back then. In those days, soldiers held a high status, especially Lu Daqing, a battalion-level officer.

Through his close friend's mediation, Lu Daqing became friends with Li Rouqian's elderly father. One day, while drinking with Lu Daqing, the old man, in a drunken stupor, brought up Lu Daqing's personal life and, in a fit of anger, publicly betrothed his nineteen-year-old daughter to him. Although he regretted it afterward, the damage was done.

The stove by the bed glowed brightly. Lu Zirong embraced his mother, and for some reason, felt a strange sense of belonging. For the past two years, he had been living alone, battling it out in the business world, constantly busy. Aside from his nightly revelry with women in the pleasure quarters, his soul had found no peace.

Sometimes, Lu Zirong wondered what his future held. A man's other half is a woman, and Xiaoling, his wife whom he had only vaguely remembered, was now completely erased from his memory. Thus, the concept of love was a blank in his mind. The business world was like a battlefield; the struggles between brothers, between corporations, and between friends had robbed him of the word "love." Everything was out of necessity.

Lu Zirong's desires were strong. Every night in bed, he had to exhaust at least two women. He wore a mask during the day, and of course, he needed to release his pent-up emotions at night, yet life seemed to pass by without leaving a trace. Love—what is love? It seemed so distant.

"You're planning to stay for a while this time?" Li Rouqian asked softly, noticing her son's thoughtful expression.

"Let's get Grandpa back first, then finish this business deal, and then go back. It should only take about a week."

A warm feeling welled up in Lu Zirong's chest. Ah, now, in this world, probably only his mother cares about him the most.

"Why go back so soon? Stay a little longer. Sigh, Ziqiang and Ziru haven't been home for two or three years

. Your sister, even though she's here, is as wild as a bird all day long. I'm so bored." "Yanzi is a bit immature, but thankfully her grades are quite good. Mother, you have to keep a close eye on her."

"Girls like that, always chasing after celebrities, always so unserious, but—"

"But what, Mother?" Lu Zirong's hands were in his mother's arms, feeling very warm.

"But, your sister really likes you. The walls are covered with your pictures. She doesn't want you to leave either."

"Hehe, this little girl—Mother—"

"Hmm—" Li Rouqian noticed a strange longing in her son's eyes and was stunned.

"Mother—Mother, are you also reluctant to let your son go?"

"Of course." Li Rouqian, wearing a pair of mesh silk gloves, stroked her son's arm. "What mother in the world doesn't love her son?"

"Mother—" Lu Zirong felt a strange movement under his pants. His large penis was slowly hardening.

"Hmm—" Li Rouqian saw that her son's face was slightly flushed, and his eyes seemed to hold a burning flame. She dared not meet his gaze.

"Mother—I want—"

Li Rouqian glanced down at her son's pants and couldn't help but feel a chill. Between her son's legs, there was a slow tremor, as if a monster was throbbing inside.

Li Rouqian's heart suddenly pounded tightly. She hadn't felt this way in a long time. It was like the feeling she had when they entered the bridal chamber. What was wrong with her? "Rong'er, what are you thinking—" As she asked the question, Li Rouqian felt that she was being a little crazy. She wanted her son to say the things that only lovers might say. Therefore, as soon as she finished asking the question, Li Rouqian's face turned red.

"Mother, you don't want your son to leave, is it like you don't want your lover to leave?" Lu Zirong finally managed to stammer out these words.

"—Hmm—you little rascal—" Li Rouqian glanced at her son affectionately, then avoided his gaze. Her hands, which had been resting on his shoulders, were inexplicably moved between his legs. Li Rouqian didn't stop him, which surprised her greatly.

Seeing his mother's alluring appearance, Lu Zirong's heart melted, and his manhood began to grow rapidly. Although it was winter, the house was warm enough that Lu Zirong was only wearing two thin silk undershirts, and soon his manhood formed a large tent in his pants.

Li Rouqian was flustered and confused. Her hands were on that thing, and with her son's hands on it, the strong current almost shattered her heart. She couldn't help but moan softly, "Mmm, it's wet—wet—"

Lu Zirong's hands tightened, making his mother's hands move from side to side on her pants. He seemed to be losing control as well, and he put his mouth to his mother's ear, talking in his sleep, "Mother—Mother, oh—is this thing good?"

Li Rouqian moaned a few more times, her whole body convulsing and shivering several times. She said incoherently, "Mmm—good, but it's a pity, Mother—"

"What's a pity—Mother?"

"Mmm—you're bad." Li Rouqian, as if in a dream, pouted like she was talking to a lover. She exerted a little force with her hands, and through her clothes, her slender fingertips danced up and down like playing the piano—Li Rouqian was proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting.

“Oh—Mother—tell me, tell me quickly—oh—what’s the pity?”

“What’s the pity—what’s the pity—can’t—can’t—”

“Can’t what?” Lu Zirong hugged his mother, one hand slipping inside her pants.

“No, no, I’ll tell you—I’ll tell you.” Li Rouqian’s eyes were filled with an electric light, “A river of spring water flows eastward.”

“Nonsense.” Lu Zirong persisted, his hand continuing to explore inside.

“—Hmm” Her son’s hand became more and more audacious, and Li Rouqian couldn’t help but be startled, waking up from her dream, her face as red as a pig’s liver.

“Oh—ah—it’s all wet down there, oh—harder, oh—I’m coming, I’m coming—”

After her son finished speaking, Li Rouqian felt a chill in her hand, then a chill in her lower body, and then her heart turned cold, as if she had fallen into a pond in winter, and she suddenly moved her hand away.

Lu Zirong gasped for breath, his heart also turning cold!

After a long while, there was no sound in the room.

“Go and rest.”

“You too—” Li Rouqian stood up with her head down like a bride and walked out of her son’s room

(3).

After taking off her fox fur coat and silk green trousers, Li Rouqian crawled into the quilt.

Lu Ziyan was already asleep, and there was no sound in the room except for a few very faint footsteps from afar, which were the security guards on duty at the manor.

In addition to a few maids, there were two security guards at the manor. Li Rouqian did not like those maids. As soon as her son came back, he had an ambiguous relationship with them, which made her feel uneasy. Although it was true that her son would not be able to do without women around him, for some reason, Li Rouqian felt uncomfortable when she thought about it. She was angry tonight, and she had been holding back her anger for a long time until today.

Every time her son came back, Li Rouqian imagined what would happen—yes, nothing ever happened. In fact, what could possibly happen between a mother and son? What was bound to happen had already happened. Her son emerged from her womb and received her love and care. All of this was meant to happen, even bathing him was a manifestation of maternal love. Her son had grown up, but in her eyes, he would always be just a child.

In winter, nothing beats snuggling under the covers; it's a kind of bliss. Li Rouqian, who once dabbled in literature, even wrote an essay about the feeling of being under the covers in winter: "The past is too painful to recall; everything has vanished with the wind. What good is great wealth and honor if you still only have three meals a day? Apart from not having to endure the hardships of sleeping in the open, this is the joy of being under the covers."

How many people in this family still care about her, a woman who is already fifty years old? Her eldest son, Lu Ziling, well, he is the most useless person. He is big and burly, and he runs a company in the Northwest that loses money every year. He is also a homosexual and has been to the police station for this. He has disgraced his ancestors. Her eldest daughter, Lu Ziyue, is a married woman. She is like water spilled from a cup. She is always scheming to get benefits from her parents' home. She has no pity at all. She doesn't even come back for the New Year. Alas, daughters are not kept at home when they grow up. But that old man actually said that she manages the company well and said in private that he would leave the position of CEO of the group to her. I really don't know what kind of vision that man has. Yan'er, oh, no need to mention her. She is always clinging to Zirong. I hate her so much. In a daze, sleepiness came and Li Rouqian's eyelids began to droop.

Chapter 2

(1)

Lu Daqing lay on the huge waterbed and blew out beautiful smoke rings. The bed was a mess, littered with foreign-purchased pornographic books, sex toys, women's underwear, silks and satins, and food. The cigarettes were Little Panda brand, costing several hundred yuan a pack, which made Lu Daqing quite smug. Cigarettes were a symbol of status; for men, the type of cigarette they smoked reflected their social standing. The Lu Group's annual income was several hundred million yuan, which was just sitting there anyway; when you have money, you can enjoy it however you want.

A woman sat at her dressing table, meticulously drawing her eyebrows. A woman's eyebrows are a key element of her beauty; by shaving off her natural brows and then applying makeup, she could create any look she desired—how could that not be attractive? Women also have a desire to control themselves, and Qin Ni, being a woman, was no exception. The

man beside her, though sixty years old and lacking in taste, was someone she, with her proud nature, would normally look down on. Personality determines sexual fortune, after all. However, this man had connections; he was definitely someone important. Although he tried his best to conceal his identity, Qin Ni could tell from his extravagant spending that he was a big fish, a very big one. The

four-bedroom, two-living-room apartment was newly bought. The man was either an official or a businessman; he didn't even blink at the astronomical price of 780,000 yuan. Wasn't that considered rich and powerful?

Qin Ni was a freshman at a prestigious university in the city, eighteen years old, an age for dreaming. Qin Ni felt no shame about her profession—what was there to be ashamed of? Whether she was a prostitute or a virgin, she would eventually have to go through that. Besides, this man didn't seem to have much interest in sex. As she got older, her sexual function naturally declined. Doing it less often would lessen her guilt in front of her future husband. Yes, people have to deal with love, right?

Qin Ni's first sexual encounter with Lu Daqing was initiated by her. She had to take the initiative; how else would she get the house, the necklace, and all that money? The man initially couldn't get an erection, so Qin Ni resorted to oral sex, but it wasn't very effective. Finally, she used African herbal oil, but even then, the man still couldn't satisfy her. Qin Ni's libido wasn't very strong; once he ejaculated, that was one thing—at least she'd had it once. Could the man really escape her grasp?

At first, Qin Ni didn't quite understand why a man with such a low libido would go out and find other women. However, she later realized that for a man of status and wealth, having other women was a way to elevate his own image. Of course, a woman's status—whether she had a university education or good taste—was also a reflection of a man's status.

When men sat together, they talked about women. The higher the status of his mistress, the more capable he seemed. Of course, Qin Ni also knew that such men were more dangerous and prone to trouble. A man of status didn't have an easy wife to deal with.

The woman in the mirror was beautiful: delicate eyebrows, an oval face, a slender waist, small breasts, narrow hips, and long legs—Qin Ni liked to do her makeup naked, because that way she could better bring out her charm. Men of status are often vain; they value prestige, not mere flirtation. Qin Ni firmly believed this—the air conditioning in the room was set too high, making it a bit hot, and a light sheen of sweat glistened on Qin Ni's face.

"Little Ni, come sit down and chat with me," Lu Daqing said, looking at Qin Ni, his mind racing with how to explain things to his wife. Damn the spy, damn his wife, they always seemed to know his every move.

Lu Daqing both hated and loved Li Rouqian; without this shrewd woman, he wouldn't have achieved what he had.

Lately, he was preoccupied, wanting to get rid of his burdens, yet unable to decide who to hand over the CEO position to.

His wife's choice was clear: their second son, Lu Zirong. But he couldn't trust the boy. Too much shrewdness often led to trouble; the boy was somewhat unscrupulous, his ambition for power and profit too obvious. More importantly, he showed no filial piety, seemingly never caring about him. At every shareholders' meeting, he always contradicted him. Lu Daqing saw a resemblance to Li Shimin in his second son.

If only his eldest son, Lu Ziling, were more capable; alas, what a misfortune for the family—the eldest son didn't act like one at all. As for Ziyue, she was worth considering, but—

"Godfather, are you thinking about it again?"

"Thinking about what? You old man, my little darling." Lu Daqing hugged Qin Ni and gently kissed her cheek.

"You haven't left the house for three days. Don't you have to work?" Qin Ni's words were loaded with meaning.

"You're sixty years old, what's the point of working?" Lu Daqing absentmindedly patted Qin Ni's fair and delicate bottom. "Little Ni, do you know what your godfather likes most about you?"

"I'm not in your belly or your worm."

"Your bottom, so white and perky,

that's what godfather likes." "I'm afraid it's more than that." Qin Ni feigned a coquettish smile. "If your bottom is so nice, why don't you use it?"

"What do you mean?"

"To fuck your bottom."

"The place where you poop, it's not clean."

Upon hearing this, Qin Ni grabbed Lu Daqing's ear. "Godfather, you're disgusted with your daughter? I'm offering you my bottom out of kindness, and you're still criticizing me."

"Oh dear, are you trying to murder your husband?"

"What husband or not, that one is your real wife."

Lu Daqing raised his head, shook off Qin Ni's hand, and stroked Qin Ni's full and smooth breasts, saying, "Your nipples, which haven't had children, are really perky."

"It's good to be a woman." Qin Ni teased.

"It's nothing," Lu Daqing replied with a forced smile, increasing the pressure on his hand.

"Then show me yours." Qin Ni reached out and probed Lu Daqing's crotch.

"Sweetheart, don't laugh at me. In our youth, we were quite the warriors in bed."

Qin Ni suddenly burst into laughter, sitting on Lu Daqing's lap, her body trembling.

"Sweetheart, what are you laughing at?"

"A hero doesn't dwell on past glories, I don't believe it."

"If you don't believe it, measure your size. Even though it's soft now, it's still about fifteen or sixteen centimeters." Lu Daqing raised his hand, pretending to spank Qin Ni's bottom, but his hand ultimately landed on her pink face.

"I believe it, I believe it, godfather. Your wife must be a very wild person in bed, look how you've been tortured." Qin Ni looked at Lu Daqing's wrinkled face with a serious expression.

"You're my wife, hmm." Lu Daqing patted his beer belly.

Suddenly, there was a rapid knocking at the door.

Qin Ni quickly got dressed, slipped on a pair of large furry shoes, and strode out to open the door.

"Who are you? I don't know you."

“I’m looking for Mr. Zhang Qiang.”

Lu Daqing used the alias Zhang Qiang.

(2)

“Old sir, it’s time to go home,” Lu Zirong stared at his father’s old face, his tone gloomy, “otherwise, the old lady will come to invite you herself.”

You beast, daring to give orders to your father, Lu Daqing said with a dark face.

“Godfather, stay one more day, I miss you.” Qin Ni, wearing a thin gauze dress, sat on Lu Daqing’s lap, hugging Lu Daqing’s neck, looking incredibly alluring.

Lu Daqing lazily straightened up, pushed Qin Ni away, slowly packed up some clothes, and glared at Lu Zirong.

“The car is waiting at the door, you can go back first.” Lu Zirong acted like an officer in front of Lu Ziqing.

Lu Daqing gritted his teeth, hiding his hatred in his heart, and walked towards the door. Qin Ni was stunned. She didn’t understand why the old man was so obedient. Could it be that her judgment was wrong? He was gone, so be it. Anyway, she wouldn’t suffer any loss. In a few days, he would probably call her cell phone again.

After Lu Daqing left, Lu Zirong locked the door and plopped down on the sofa in the living room. Qin Ni, who was in the bedroom, had no choice but to come out and argue with him.

"Why aren't you leaving? You seem quite comfortable staying in someone else's house." Qin Ni stared at Lu Zirong's face and found his eyes particularly captivating, with what appeared to be a pair of black jade beads in their slightly sunken sockets.

Qin Ni couldn't determine Lu Zirong's age or confirm his identity. He didn't look like Zhang Qiang at all; Zhang Qiang looked like a decrepit old man. Their relationship couldn't be father and son. As Qin Ni pondered this, she looked Lu Zirong up and down. She noticed that Lu Zirong smoked with a dashing air, his handsome face like a jade plate, but the most incongruous thing was his beard—Qin Ni had never met such a refined and dignified man.

The man was quite young, wearing a black wool coat and a silk scarf around his neck. Even sitting down, you could tell he was at least 1.8 meters tall—oh, he was probably his godfather's bodyguard, but bodyguards wouldn't act so imposing in front of their owners. Qin Ni couldn't figure out who this man, who looked a bit like Jet Li, was.

"Is this your house?" Lu Zirong flicked his cigarette, opened his coat, and smiled slightly.

"If you don't leave, I'm going to call the police."

"I'm sure this isn't your house. Well, it could be, you could say that. That guy gave it to you. Oh, take this first—" Lu Zirong took out a pre-prepared check from his coat pocket and handed it over. "Come, sit down."

Qin Ni was completely captivated by the man's voice. It was a deep, magnetic baritone voice, gentle and polite, like the kind of voice a Hollywood star would use at an awards ceremony. The man's posture seemed casual, yet he was impeccably mannered—this was a man of excellent upbringing, Qin Ni's intuition led her to this conclusion.

His voice was pleasant, but the check was even more striking—good heavens, 100,000! He'd just handed over 100,000 in one go! Qin Ni stared blankly at the man, sitting down next to Lu Zirong like a puppet.

"Not bad looking, hmm. Take off your clothes, let me see you."

The man possessed undeniable charm, but Qin Ni had seen her share of the world. She struggled to control herself,

repeatedly telling herself to stay calm.

"If you continue—being rude, I…I'll call the police."

"I've already paid the bill, but I haven't used it yet. Old Zhang's woman, I like her." Lu Zirong sat motionless on the sofa, like a statue.

"I...I don't want—this money of dubious origin."

"Is that so? Then give it to me." Lu Zirong suddenly grabbed Qin Ni, pulled her onto his lap, snatched the check from her hand, tore open her short-sleeved shirt, and stuffed the check between her breasts—"Your breasts aren't big, but they're firm and elastic. Good, I like them."

"You—"

"What about me? I'm your customer. Now it's your turn to serve me. Take it off!"

Qin Ni had lost all self-control; everything felt like a dream. The magnetic male voice, like the beautiful sound of a cello, kept echoing in her mind. It was the first time she had met a man like this—young yet possessing the allure of a mature man. This scene reminded her of the time her father bathed her when she was a child; the man's words were like her father's commands, irresistible.

Qin Ni sat in Lu Zirong's lap, trembling as she took off her torn shirt, quietly looking at the man, her beautiful eyes radiating a soft light, like a lamb.

"Little bitch, nice figure." Lu Zirong embraced Qin Ni, his hands reaching around to her front, his ten fingers deftly kneading her small, delicate breasts.

Qin Ni let him caress her, a look of ecstasy on her face, murmuring, "Who are you?"

"I'm a man among men, little bitch."

Lu Zirong's words became gentler and more tactful, a smug smile spreading across his face. He held her tighter, their faces pressed together, their temples brushing against each other, his warm, provocative breath brushing against her ear. Qin Ni's alluring eyes narrowed slightly, turning her head to look at him with dreamy eyes, letting out a soft moan: "Fuck me, quick."

Lu Zirong's smile became somewhat sinister, his fingers on Qin Ni's breasts subtly tightening, kneading them with varying pressure, displaying considerable skill.

"Mmm...fuck me, give me a good time." Qin Ni had never been so eager.

Qin Ni let out a soft moan, like a cat in heat. Lu Daqing had never given her such pleasure before. Of course, she was after his money, but this man was also bought with money, so why did it feel so different? Lu Zirong's smooth palms transmitted a wonderful touch to her full breasts, extremely comfortable, unlike Lu Daqing's rough hands.

Lu Zirong cupped his hands over her breasts, kneading and kneading them incessantly, the soft breasts changing shape at will between his ten fingers.

"Mmm..."

Qin Ni twisted her delicate body, letting out a sexy moan.

Lu Zirong played with her with pleasure, changing from caressing and kneading to pulling hard, stretching her breasts as wide as they could go, before suddenly letting go.

Qin Ni's moans became somewhat chaotic; although her breasts were a little sore, she felt incredibly stimulated.

Lu Zirong liked this feeling, he liked it very much.

He liked seeing women frowning and gazing into the distance; this college student surnamed Qin was indeed quite attractive.

Lu Zirong admired her inwardly, his fingers tracing her rosy cheeks, his other hand sliding down, slowly moving to the inside of her thighs, caressing them back and forth.

"Oh..."

Qin Ni was lost in his caresses, still enduring, but already trying her best, moaning softly, "Fuck me, fuck me."

Lu Zirong's hand moved to the base of her thighs, but he didn't rush to the point. Instead, he circled her private parts outside her skirt, once, twice, three times... Intense pleasure spread from there, gradually filling Qin Ni's delicate body. Suddenly, Lu Zirong's hand slipped under the skirt, lifting the white silk dress.

Beneath the dress were stockings that perfectly showcased the charm of a mature woman, and red silk panties no bigger than a palm, with a delicate rose petal embroidered in the center cleverly concealing the woman's mysterious private parts, but pubic hair still peeked out from the lace. Beautiful, very alluring... Lu Zirong's blood began to boil.

Lu Zirong suddenly placed his palm on Qin Ni's lower abdomen and forcefully grabbed the alluring rose-like opening.

"Ah...you—"

Qin Ni's body trembled even more violently.

Soon, a wet patch appeared in the center of her red silk panties, as if it had been soaked in water.

“Little bitch…it’s already so wet here, do you want me to fuck you?”

Qin Ni bit her red and sexy lips, her face blooming like a peach blossom. Lu Zirong’s fingers slipped along the edge of her silk pants, rubbing her clitoris hard.

“Ah…” Qin Ni groaned loudly. Lu Zirong roughly parted her labia, his middle finger shoving into her vagina with a soft thud. His fingers slowly rubbed the edge of her vagina, teasing her skillfully.

Qin Ni felt her body spasming and burning, the hard and elastic muscles gripping her fingers tightly. Lu Zirong gently stirred again, and at this moment, Qin Ni’s mind went blank, and she involuntarily let out lewd moans.

“Ah…fuck me, fuck me, please…”

“Little bitch, I fuck women, and women have to pay me, can you afford it?” Lu Zirong put three fingers together, moving them in and out of Qin Ni’s body. Qin Ni moaned softly, her vaginal fluids flowing freely.

“Please, I’ll agree to anything, fuck me.” Qin Ni’s voice sounded like she was crying.

"Then I'll fuck you once." He suddenly flipped her body over, making her kneel on the sofa. He unzipped his pants, revealing his thick penis, then ripped open her panties, pressed forward, aimed his penis at her vulva, and thrust in again, penetrating more than halfway inside.

Qin Ni's body trembled violently. The man's penis was so long; though not fully inserted, it had reached the deepest part of her core. Qin Ni twisted and moaned uncontrollably, her face filled with excitement and joy, reaching orgasm.

"Ah—"

The huge penis wanted to penetrate deeper, but it couldn't; Qin Ni's vagina was too shallow.

Thick, sticky love fluid dripped from their point of contact onto the sofa. Lu Zirong, afraid of soiling their clothes, grabbed Qin Ni's hair, keeping her upper body leaning forward.

"Ah… I'm lost, I'm lost, ah—" Qin Ni screamed wildly, her voice hoarse and piercing.

Her body trembled incessantly, and the contractions of her vaginal canal tightened even more.

"You little bitch's ass is really good, firm and smooth, I like it." Seeing Qin Ni reach orgasm so quickly, Lu Ziqing's wickedness rose. He reached out and began slapping Qin Ni's ass repeatedly, each slap harder than the last. Qin Ni's screams grew louder, her head shaking back and forth as if she were about to die.

Lu Zirong suddenly pulled out his penis, turned Qin Ni's body around, and brought it to her mouth. "Suck it out for me."

Qin Ni obediently opened her scarlet mouth and bit down on the glans of that large penis.

After about ten minutes, Lu Zirong felt the urge to ejaculate. He didn't intend to hold back. Just before ejaculating, he shouted, "Bitch, pick up the check."

Qin Ni spat out his penis, and Lu Zirong quickly masturbated her, spurting out streams of creamy semen that landed on Qin Ni's face and the check.

Lu Zirong ejaculated, took a slight breath, and shouted sharply: "Little bitch, lick the check clean for me. A whore only deserves to enjoy dirty money like this!"

Qin Ni did as she was told!

Lu Zirong straightened his clothes, then slapped Qin Ni's face, which was limp as mud. "You stinking bitch, I'll play with you again when I have time. Don't go looking for old men again. Next time you're lucky, I'll come and fuck you again. I know your phone number."

With a bang, Lu Zirong slammed the door shut and left.

Qin Ni in the room felt as if she had just woken up from a dream! She was both scared and amazed.

Chapter 3

(1)

Lu Zirong had a habit of taking a nap. After returning from Qin Ni's place, he worked out at the gym until he was completely exhausted before returning to his room and falling asleep. Lu Zirong always vented his desires on women, but this time he was an exception with Qin Ni.

He feared his mother's questions. He remembered the time he had found complete release with his father's woman, but when he returned, his mother seemed unhappy, looking sorrowful and forlorn. Although she didn't scold him much, a mother's heart is connected to her son's, and he could sense her dissatisfaction with his behavior. Men need women, but that woman belonged to his father, and there was still a taboo surrounding it.

Lu Zirong didn't wake up until three in the afternoon. After getting out of bed, Lu Zirong lifted the curtains and looked outside. What a magnificent snowfall! There was already more than a foot of snow on the ground, and the sky was still filled with fluffy, scattered snowflakes—a rare and beautiful sight. Lu Zirong was overjoyed. He quickly asked his maid, Wang Sao, to bring water to wash his face and rinse his mouth. Then he put on his black woolen overcoat, grabbed an oil-paper umbrella, and excitedly headed towards Diexiu Garden.

Behind Qingtong Villa was a garden named Diexiu Garden by Li Rouqian. The garden features a lotus pond, a small bridge over a flowing stream, and several artificial hills made of stones, with grapevines trellises beside them. One can imagine that in summer, it must be lush and green. Snowflakes

fluttered down, like weeping and lamenting, disappearing silently. The small bridge was a blanket of white—footprints on the frosty plank bridge. Li Rouqian, her high-piled hair adorned with a wide-brimmed straw hat with lace trim and a long green overcoat, stood by the bridge, gazing at the withered lotus leaves in the pond, a hint of sorrow in her eyes.

Entering the garden, Lu Zirong looked around. It was truly a beautiful scene: the white artificial hills, the withered branches and leaves in the lotus pond, adorned with white fluff—a striking contrast of black and white, like a traditional Chinese painting. Lu Zirong had always had a fondness for art, studying literature and history before switching to economics at his father's insistence.

Suddenly, Lu Zirong noticed an even more beautiful scene—by the small bridge, a graceful woman wearing a wide-brimmed straw hat was silently reciting something—oh, it was his mother.

"A lone figure stands amidst falling snow, Mother, you're here too, so beautiful."

Lu Zirong quickly walked to his mother's side, nestled close, and opened the oil-paper umbrella. Li Rouqian was 1.7 meters tall, and Lu Zirong was a head taller than her. "Don't say the snow is heartless, for the person is thinner than the yellow flower." Li Rouqian turned back gently and murmured to her son.

"A rendezvous after dusk, a beauty's sorrow reflected in the snow." Lu Zirong smiled and brushed the snowflakes off his mother, saying, "The beauty and the snow complement each other, a beautiful picture of a woman appreciating the snow.

" "Beauty? Ah—Mother is getting old." Li Rouqian said shyly, her eyes filled with unspoken thoughts.

"The cold wind blows fiercely, a woman in love amidst the snow." Lu Zirong whispered in his mother's ear, "Mother, Father is back, what are you still worried about?"

"My body is in Cao Ying, but my heart is with Han, what's the use of him coming back?" Li Rouqian moved slowly along the path by the pond.

"Don't you want to work all day?"

"What did you say? You little—beast!"

"Mother, I avenged you. That little bitch will never appear by that old man's side again."

"What did you do to her? Did you do it again?"

"Hmm—like last time." Lu Zirong poked his left middle finger into a ring formed by his right fingers, "But I didn't let her have enough fun. I want her to remember me."

Li Rouqian suddenly reached out and slapped her son hard, then hugged him, fell into his arms, and started crying.

"Mother, what are you doing—"

"You—you're bullying your mother."

Lu Zirong was stunned for a moment, staring at his mother like a fool. His mother's eyes were slightly red, and her skin was smooth and rosy. Under the reflection of the cold snow, she was very beautiful, just like the image of his dream lover.

"Hmm, my life is so hard." Li Rouqian's shoulders trembled.

"Mother, is that little bitch worth crying over?" Lu Zirong grabbed his mother's shoulders and made her face face him.

Li Rouqian stretched out a finger and gently poked Lu Zirong's plump, handsome face, saying, "Silly boy, all you care about is food. You even eat things you shouldn't."

"Why not eat it if it's free? Mother, I don't really care about that woman."

"Mother won't allow you to mess around with other women—no—um." Li Rouqian poked Lu Zirong's face again, this time with a harder touch.

Lu Zirong suddenly seemed to realize something, hugging his mother's face tightly and giving her a light kiss, saying, "I'll remember, Mother. How wonderful it would be if you weren't my mother."

"You silly boy, what are you thinking?" Li Rouqian raised her small fist and gently punched Lu Zirong's chest.

"Mother, it smells so good."

"You're bad, you're bad," Li Rouqian said coquettishly.

"Look over the bridge, the red plum blossoms are blooming."

Li Rouqian looked in the direction her son was pointing. Oh, how beautiful, the red plum blossoms were blooming—your heart is blooming, how can his not? —Love in the heart is always hard to bloom? Li Rouqian was filled with melancholy, her face flushed, and she nestled against her son. Just as they reached the other side of the bridge, a delicate fragrance wafted towards them.

The dozen or so red plum trees in the garden had already bloomed, their crimson blossoms reflecting against the snow, exceptionally alluring!

"Mother, you must be deeply moved by this scene," Lu Zirong said softly, placing his hand on his mother's shoulder.

"Rong'er, you didn't wear gloves, it's so cold. Come, put your hands inside my coat, it'll be warmer there." Li Rouqian affectionately grasped her son's hand.

"Mother loves her son the most. Hmm, Mother, it's so warm inside."

"What do you mean by 'inside'? You're so naughty!"

"Oh—Mother, by 'inside,' you mean—" Lu Zirong's face flushed red as well.

"Sigh—Rong'er, are you inspired to write a poem? I've come up with one for you, a poem about plum blossoms."

"Tell me about it." Lu Zirong, afraid his mother was cold, hugged her tightly.

"Alas—resisting the cold and snow, laughing at the desolate wind, the southern pearl is uniquely red, the wanderer does not understand the pure heart, the same lineage but different desires."

"Mother, what a wonderful 'different jade,' the peach blossom is the wanderer, right? This metaphor is so good."

"Silly boy, it's the desire."

"What jade?" "You're naughty, you're naughty. "

Li Rouqian raised her small fist and punched her son again. "Mother, you— " Seeing her son looking dazed, Li Rouqian smiled slightly and said, "Come closer." Lu Zirong quickly offered his head. "Sex—alas, the desire of sexual desire." "How do you explain it—Mother?" Lu Zirong still didn't quite understand the mystery . "Where there is a wanderer, there is a mother—how can they share the same desire? Hmm, you're naughty, you have to make someone say it out loud." Li Rouqian shyly buried her head in her son's arms, rubbing against him. Lu Zirong gasped—God, is this my mother? In that instant, a strong urge came from his lower body, and his penis actually stood up. "Hey, what are you doing there? Aren't you afraid of freezing to death?" Lu Ziyan's quiet, silvery voice startled Li Rouqian. "You crazy hussy, trying to scare your mother to death?" Li Rouqian awkwardly broke free from her son's embrace and turned to glare angrily at her daughter. "Oh—Mom, what a lovely couple, why did they break up?" "What did you say—crazy hussy, I'll pinch your mouth off!" Li Rouqian actually reached out and gently pinched Lu Ziyan's cherry-like lips. "Mom, you're the crazy one, you're even crazier than me." Lu Ziyan lightly jumped back, her petite figure like a swallow in flight in the snow. Lu Ziyan wasn't dressed much today, just a thin red cotton dress, a light white skirt, and thin white cotton stockings, connected to her red riding boots like warships, making her look graceful and adorable. "If you keep talking nonsense, I'll see—" Li Rouqian sternly stared at her daughter, "Look at you, you're not caring about warmth anymore. It's freezing cold, you'll freeze to death." "It'd be better if I froze to death, then Mom would be happy. Second brother will be Mom's alone." Seeing that his sister was dressed lightly, Lu Zirong quickly pulled her into his arms and opened his coat to wrap her delicate body inside. "Brother still loves me the most—Brother, I'll tell you a secret." Lu Ziyan's tender face flushed red. "What secrets could a little kid like you have?" Lu Zirong liked this mischievous sister very much, and she also liked playing with him. From when she was little, Lu Zirong had always been like a loving father to her. "Hmm, I won't tell you—oh, right, I'll tell Mom first." "Wouldn't it be better to tell your brother first?" Lu Zirong gently stroked his sister's hair and said affectionately. "No, I have to see if Mom allows it first. Mom, stick your head out." Lu Ziyan hid in her coat, smiling at her mother. Li Rouqian could read the ill intent in her eyes. "Mom—I opened and read your diary!" Li Rouqian was stunned, her whole body trembling. Her face turned from red to white, then back to red. She stared blankly at her daughter, who was both lovely and hateful, as if she had fallen into an icy abyss. "Brother, look at Mom—Mom looks so seductive when she's in a daze." "Yanzi, you—how could you say that about Mom?" "Why do you only care about Mom and not me?—Hmm, I won't tell you." "You dare—you crazy hussy, go inside now, hurry up." Li Rouqian was getting exasperated. "Hmm, I'm not playing with you anymore. You think you can do whatever you want, but I can't even light a lamp? Mom, you're so mean." Lu Ziyan broke free from her brother's arms, blushing repeatedly with her fingers, her eyes mischievously looking at her mother. "Alright, alright, Yanzi, Mom's naughty, Mom's naughty. Tomorrow I'll have your brother take you to the Gushui Scenic Area, okay?" Li Rouqian winked at Lu Ziyan and coaxed her. "Really—oh, there's fun to be had—then you don't have to go to tutoring tomorrow?" "Mom will give you a day off, but you have to promise Mom one thing." Li Rouqian winked at her daughter. "I know, Mom, don't worry, I won't tell anyone." 02-04 (2) "Dad, we've been married for thirty years, you should treat Mom better." Li Rouqian, Wang Sao, and two maids were busy in the kitchen, while Lu Zirong had nothing to do and chatted with his father in the hall. "What did you do to Qin Ni?" "Nothing." Lu Zirong said casually. "Hmph, do you think I don't know that Qin Ni just gave me her phone number?" "I slept with her." Lu Zirong's words were tinged with disdain. "You—you beast!" "What's wrong with Mom that you still want to eat young grass like an old cow." Lu Zirong looked at his father with contempt. "You better watch out, you beast!" Lu Daqing roared. "If you find another woman outside, I'll sleep with her too." "You dare!" With a slap, Lu Daqing struck Lu Zirong across the face.

A trickle of bright red blood flowed from the corner of Lu Zirong's mouth, but he didn't wipe it away. Instead, his face contorted with rage, he said to Lu Daqing, "You're a womanizer, aren't you? Your woman is my woman, and this is the consequence of your womanizing!" Lu Zirong had always harbored resentment towards his father's outrageous behavior in recent years, and he usually spoke veiledly to his father. This time, he was serious.

"You unfilial son! You beast!" Lu Daqing's old face grew even paler. He trembled, lowered his head, and kept rubbing his bald head with his hands, looking extremely pained.

"Don't forget your identity. You're still the president, after all." Lu Zirong lowered his voice. "Mom needs you. I brought you a set of the best stuff this time. Consider it a kind of filial piety." "

Bullshit! Watch out. I won't leave a single penny of my things to a rebellious son like you."

"Is that so? It's your stuff, isn't it? Don't forget, you only have less than 10% of the shares, while Mom has 20%, and I have more than 20%. Wasn't the president position given to you by Mom? Humph!"

Lu Daqing was speechless. His son was right. He was old. In fact, even in his prime, his contribution to the group was not as great as his son's. In the Lu family, this rebellious son in front of him did have an extraordinary status.

(3)

At night, the snow fell even harder, but the wind seemed to be gentler. The bedroom of Lu Daqing and his wife was on the top floor, which was the fourth floor. The fourth floor had four bedrooms and a living room, two studies, a music room, and then the bedroom. The living room was a place for special guests.

The bedroom of Lu Daqing and his wife was decorated in an old-fashioned style. A large rosewood bed stood there, with carved railings along its sides and against the wall. Several tall mosquito net poles, exquisitely crafted, were also present; such a bed couldn't be found on the market—once the mosquito net was hung up and then lowered, the bed resembled a large, veiled box. The mosquito net hooks were also exquisite, made of pure silver, with a red silk cord tied to one end.

Li Rouqian sat blankly on the edge of the bed. She had taken off her fox fur coat, leaving only a silk cheongsam—Li Rouqian changed her clothes twice a day, one set in the morning and one in the afternoon, a habit she had maintained for over thirty years without fail. The cheongsam was very tight, perfectly accentuating Li Rouqian's voluptuous figure. Her round bottom, resting on the bed, stretched the cheongsam taut. The slit in her dress revealed a V-shaped patch of fair, delicate flesh. Li Rouqian's legs were long, and the proportions of her lower and upper body were perfectly in the golden ratio.

The air conditioner in the room was already on, and the sound of its airflow was very clear.

Lu Daqing, also naked, leaned against the headboard, casually looking at a financial report.

"How much money did you give that little bitch this time?" Li Rouqian couldn't stand her husband's behavior, acting all high and mighty.

"Don't you and that little beast know everything perfectly well? Why do you need to ask me?"

"You're getting worse and worse. What are you looking at? Listen to me, this year the head office you manage only made less than 2 million in profit, while Rong'er made ten times that. Aren't you ashamed?" Li Rouqian snatched Lu Daqing's book and threw it on the ground.

"You—you believe me or not, I dare to hit you."

"Go ahead and hit me, go ahead and hit me." Li Rouqian stretched her face in front of her husband, "You dare to touch me?" "

You're forcing me, aren't you? Fine, let's have a board meeting tomorrow, I'll step down, I don't want to be this puppet anymore." Lu Daqing was furious.

"Fine, you write a resignation letter tomorrow and let Rong'er do it, I think he's ten times better than you."

"Oh, you're all plotting against me."

"Anyone else can do it? Only Rong'er can. Do you know that his shares are already more than 20%? He's the largest shareholder. Besides, how did Lu's Group develop? Without Rong'er, would Lu's Group be where it is today?"

"Bullshit, that little beast doesn't do anything good, he always takes shortcuts, do you think I don't know? Sooner or later, the name of Lu's Group will change hands." Lu Daqing got angry as soon as Lu Zirong was mentioned.

"Stop talking nonsense. Hasn't Rong'er been good to you? This time when he came back, he not only brought you tonics, but also bought you this thing to make you a man."

Li Rouqian took out a sex toy with a long red ribbon tied to its end from under her pillow. This sex toy was quite similar to the red ribbon in the novel "Jin Ping Mei," except that the red ribbon was tied to a dark, silver pouch shaped like a glans, with a small hole at the top, like a horse's eye, used to hold aphrodisiacs. The red ribbon was tied around the man's waist, and the silver pouch was worn on the glans. Not only could it increase the length of the penis, but the aphrodisiac in the horse's eye could also bring about magical effects.

“You beast, daring to show this thing in front of your mother! Sigh, let's see how long you're going to torture me, you slut. You've practically drained me dry over the years.” Lu Daqing lazily took the sex toy. “You and your son are teaming up to kill me.”

“Nonsense, try it on.” Li Rouqian said, taking off her cheongsam, leaving only a thin, black thong. Li Rouqian had been deprived of sex for a long time, her desire burning fiercely.

Lu Daqing hadn't had sex with his wife in a long time. In fact, ever since he was left unable to get an erection by her, he had become somewhat afraid of this woman. Although Li Rouqian was older, her breasts were only slightly sagging. They were large and smooth, the result of long-term breast enhancement and medication. Li Rouqian was also a person who loved to exercise. To maintain her youth and figure, she didn't miss any opportunity to exercise during her work breaks. Her slender waist was easily encircled, her slightly protruding belly supported her full and smooth buttocks, adding to her irresistible allure.

Lu Daqing couldn't resist looking at his wife's body. Because of the heavy use of expensive perfume, her body, unlike that of a young girl, was like a ripe apple, exceptionally alluring. Her long, firm, and smooth legs resembled two white lotus roots. At the base of her thighs, on a standard black triangle, were two bright red croup-like labia. At the top of the labia was a glistening core, moistened by her vaginal fluids. Even more strangely, the labia were spiral-shaped, covered with countless tiny, glistening, rice-like particles.

Ever since Lu Daqing came into contact with this thing, he had been somewhat powerless to resist. After a night of lovemaking, he would often lose two or three pounds. Fortunately, Lu Daqing was often away on business, spending little time at home.

Li Rouqian took off her thong, placed the sex toy on Lu Daqing's penis, and then tightly tied a red silk rope around his waist.

Lu Daqing's lust gradually rose. He gently lifted the woman's legs and inserted his penis, along with her vaginal opening, into her vagina, thrusting dozens of times in one go. Li Rouqian's mind was filled with thoughts of her son. In her hazy state, her vaginal fluids flowed freely, and she babbled incoherently, calling out, "My darling, my darling, fuck me properly."

After only a hundred thrusts, Lu Daqing ejaculated. Li Rouqian couldn't hold back any longer and said, "I forgot to add the drug earlier. Add it quickly, you useless thing."

Seeing his wife's lustful state, Lu Daqing quickly pulled out his penis, added some aphrodisiac to the glans of her vagina, and rubbed it with his hand. Under the influence of the aphrodisiac, his penis quickly became as hard as steel—"This thing really works. This little beast is extremely skilled with women. This unfilial son of a dog, what good can come from this cunt?" Lu Daqing thought fiercely, "I'll fuck you to death!" Thinking this, he mounted his penis again.

Li Rouqian was now kneeling on the bed, her buttocks raised high, like a smooth, dazzling jade plate, her tender flesh trembling slightly. With a gentle slap, waves of flesh rippled, like clear, cool jelly.

"I'll fuck you to death, you slut!" Lu Daqing roared, pressing his hands firmly against his wife's plump buttocks. He thrust forward, his erect penis plunging into her vagina with a "whoosh," reaching deep into her core. Li Rouqian moaned incessantly beneath him, "Go ahead and fuck me to death, you old bastard! I'm afraid you don't have the guts."

Seeing his wife's disdain, Lu Daqing exerted even more force, pulling his penis up to the tip and then rapidly thrusting it all the way to the base, like hammering a nail, each thrust more forceful and powerful than the last. Li Rouqian screamed like a pig being slaughtered, completely unlike the elegant lady she had been during the day.

Lu Daqing had only pumped about three thousand times when he was exhausted. He felt dizzy and his body trembled a few times as he

gasped for breath before he ejaculated. "Ugh, oh, I can't take it anymore, you slut, I can't fuck you anymore, let me rest." Lu Daqing grabbed his wife's snowy buttocks, and after ejaculating, he collapsed on the bed, panting heavily. "Wife, my head hurts terribly, ugh, I'm afraid I can't take it anymore, ugh ugh ugh—" Lu Daqing finished speaking intermittently, then lay down on the middle of the bed and passed out.

Li Rouqian had only ejaculated once, and her juices had soaked a large patch of the bed sheet.

"You son of a bitch, you're useless. Go ahead and fuck me, didn't you say you wanted to fuck your mother to death? I thought you had the ability, humph!" Seeing Lu Daqing squinting like a pig, panting heavily, his voice muffled as if he had a large stone in his mouth, Li Rouqian was furious. She rolled over and slapped Lu Daqing's buttocks hard.

However, Lu Daqing did not react at all.

Chapter 4

(1)

-- What are you doing here, you vixen? You think you can scare me? What are you so great about? Bitch, bitch, stinky bitch, Auntie, I'm not afraid of you. Hey, get out of the way! Who is that masked person? Who is he? If you have the guts, show yourself. You wore a mask enough during the day, and you still want to wear it at night? You lewd male dog, you think you're young? You think you can look down on me just because you're young? I'll kill you in bed. I've never met an opponent. You men are all bad. You bastard, what are you laughing at? Oh, you've taken your pants off, are you going to have sex with me? Auntie, I'm a virgin, a famous virgin, known all over the world. Is this hell? You strong male dog, oh, male dog stallion, I like it. Come on, male dog bastard, you mother bitch, how many women have you slept with? I don't believe you've ever had any pleasure with them. I'm the best. My slutty pussy is world-class. You don't believe me? Try it. Oh, who said women are lewd and can't be chaste? What's so good about that? Chaste women are also bitches. Which woman doesn't want people to come to her? "Hey, which woman hasn't been fucked? Come on over, I'm not a virgin. I hate virgins the most. Come on, oh, you have a big dick, right? You're ugly, right? You're afraid to peel off that skin, aren't you? That old bastard is here too. Old bastard, what are you laughing for? I don't like your laughter. I just don't like it. Oh—wet, wet. I'm wet. Hmm, hmm, hey, why isn't blood flowing out? I'm a virgin, why isn't there any blood? You're all bastards. Oh, oh, oh, what are you laughing at? You laugh, I'll see you laugh—I'll peel off your lid, that disgusting lid on your face—ah—ah—ah—oh, you're Rong'er. No, how come you look so much like Rong'er? Oh right, who is Rong'er? Who is Rong'er? Rong'er isn't a male dog who jumps on the wall when he sees a female dog. Rong'er is a polite person, a gentleman. I'm proud of myself. Stop pretending. You're not Rong'er. Go away. You took my virginity. What? You want to fuck my ass? I won't let you fuck me. Oh, you—hmm, hmm—"Rou Rou, Rou Rou, hmm, hmm, Rou Rou—"

"Ah—don't kill me, ah—" Li Rouqian suddenly rolled out of bed, waking up from her nightmare.

"Rou Rou—Rou Rou—, I'm thirsty—" Li Rouqian rubbed her eyes, finally fully awake. The bedroom light was glaring, and Li Rouqian squinted, taking a long time to realize that it was Lu Ziqing moaning softly.

Li Rouqian touched Lu Daqing's head, still uneasy about the nightmare she had just had, her heart pounding—why had she been having such nightmares lately? Li Rouqian thought about how her son seemed to appear in the dream, and her face flushed: What's wrong with me? Whenever I think about that, my son's image appears in my mind. Could it be some kind of illness?

"Rou Rou—hmm—"

"You old geezer, what are you thirsty for? Your mother is thirsty." Li Rouqian muttered, "It's all your fault, Rong'er, I still want—"

Li Rouqian stopped abruptly, fully awake.

"Oh, your head is burning up, Daqing. Are you sick? It's all that little bitch's fault. I told you not to mess around with other women outside." Li Rouqian nagged as she got out of bed and poured a glass of water for Lu Daqing.

Lu Daqing was covered in cold sweat, soaking half of his pillowcase.

(2)

"Brother, the goods over at Yunqiao are all sorted out. When will they be shipped?"

"You decide. Remember, it must be a one-way communication. Security must be guaranteed. Make good use of the people the SWAT team trained for you, but don't trust them. They must not know what you're transporting."

"Brother, if this is successful, we'll make 10,000."

"Alright, alright, do a good job. The best is yet to come—hey, half for you, half for me. My money will be transferred to the old account." " I'll do

whatever you say, brother."

"Be careful—Black Bull."

"Yeah, brother, there's a stunningly beautiful girl I'm saving for you."

"Okay, we'll talk about that later. You kid, be careful. Women can easily ruin things, you know?"

"Brother's advice is right. I'll hang up now."

"Hmm—" Lu Zirong finished the call. It was already 10 p.m. It was getting late. It was cold. Time to sleep. Sigh, this deal was a success. It's another great asset. Humph, the Lu Group will be mine sooner or later.

Lu Zirong took off his clothes and crawled into bed. Lu Zirong liked to sleep naked, especially in the snowy winter; the feeling of being in bed was indescribable. Lu Zirong disliked air conditioning; it was too noisy and stuffy, and he didn't like it. He preferred things to be natural. Tonight, with no women around, Lu Zirong spent a full half hour in the gym, releasing his pent-up energy until he was completely exhausted. Tired, he slept better, so as soon as his bottom hit the bed, he drifted into a sweet dream.

On a colorful beach, there seemed to be a beautiful woman, voluptuous and curvaceous, playing in the water—Lu Zirong wanted to approach her, but he couldn't move his legs. He gritted his teeth, hating himself for being so weak; he could have reached his target with just a few steps, but now…

“Rong’er, Rong’er, wake up, Rong’er!”

Lu Zirong woke with a start, sitting up abruptly like a spring.

The room light was glaring. Lu Zirong stared blankly for a moment before realizing it was his mother calling him.

"Mom, you—"

"Quick, quick, see what's wrong with your dad?"

Lu Zirong jumped off the bed. His thick, hard penis swayed under the light.

"You're a dead man, what's the rush? Nobody's dead." Li Rouqian slapped her son's buttocks and deliberately rubbed her thigh against his penis.

"Oh—" Lu Zirong hurriedly put on his shirt, underwear, trousers, and then his suit jacket.

"Aren't you ashamed?" Li Rouqian lightly brushed her son's crotch. "Thinking about women again, you dead man."

"Mom—what's wrong with Dad? Is that thing still working?"

"Come on, put on your coat. If anything happens to you, how can I live?" Li Rouqian took the coat, stood behind her son, and draped it over him.

"Call a doctor, call a doctor, these are symptoms of 'yang deficiency'."

"What's 'yang deficiency'?" Li Rouqian asked, her face as red as a frost-covered persimmon.

“Deprivation of yang—um—” Lu Zirong looked at his mother’s shy face and couldn’t help but feel a surge of desire. Li Rouqian was wearing a thin nightgown, made of fine gauze, almost transparent. In her haste, Li Rouqian had “made a mistake” and wasn’t wearing a bra. Her snow-white breasts swayed with her body’s movements, and her strawberry-like nipples were clearly visible. And the dark shadow at her lower body was even more obvious.

“Mom, didn’t you borrow Jin Ping Mei from me to read? Deprivation of yang is—”

“Mom is old, my memory isn’t as good as yours.”

“When a woman has sex—and makes a man ejaculate—that’s deprivation of yang.” Lu Zirong stammered and finally gave his ideal explanation.

“You little beast, you’re cursing your mother!” Li Rouqian tapped Lu Zirong’s forehead with her finger. “It’s all that slutty little bitch’s fault, and you too—”

“What? I bought that medicine for your and Dad’s good.”

“Good my foot.” Li Rouqian turned her head and bent down, sticking out her buttocks, and gently called out, “Daqing, Daqing, I’ll call the doctor right away.”

Lu Zirong stood behind his mother, staring at her snow-white buttocks, and couldn’t help but reach out and stroke them.

“You dead man, um, you’re bad, you’re bad.” Li Rouqian turned her head and glared at him, “You have the heart of a thief but not the guts.”

Lu Zirong’s heart pounded, and he quickly withdrew his hand from her buttocks, “Mom, what do you mean by heart of a thief and guts? I don’t understand.”

“Alas, you—the snow flies and my heart is cold.”

“Mom—Is Dad thirsty? I’ll go get a glass of water.” Lu Zirong saw that his father had his eyes closed and his face was sallow, so he quickly turned around and went downstairs to get water—the servants were already asleep, and it was not good to disturb them.

“You’ve grown a big egg for nothing, I’ve spoiled you for nothing.” Li Rouqian looked at her son’s back and cursed him fiercely in her heart.

(3)

At 5 a.m., everyone in Qingtong Villa woke up. A large group of people surrounded Lu Daqing's bedside. Lu Daqing lay half-reclined against the headboard, leaning on a long pillow. The doctor had already left, and the servants, their faces weary, listlessly accompanied Lu Daqing as he drank his medicine. Before leaving, the doctor specifically instructed Li Rouqian to be careful with their sex life, as Mr. Lu was already exhausted. Besides, she also needed to help him manage his emotions; judging from his demeanor, Mr. Lu seemed to be burdened with worries.

After everything calmed down, Li Rouqian asked Wang Sao to attend to Lu Daqing by his bedside alone, telling everyone else to go and rest.

The crowd obediently agreed and dispersed. Lu Zirong was quite tired, yawning constantly. Li Rouqian said to her son affectionately, "You still have to take Yan to Gushui tomorrow. Go and rest first. I'll wake you at 9 o'clock."

"Mom, are you going?"

"Your dad is like this, how can I go?"

"Hmm, that's true. I'm going now."

After her son left, Li Rouqian gave Wang Sao a few instructions and tiptoed to her daughter's room on the second floor.

"Yanzi, you're still not asleep? We're going out to play tomorrow." Li Rouqian sat on the edge of her daughter's bed, gently stroking her daughter's beautiful hair. Her daughter was growing more and more pretty, her breasts were already full, and her buttocks were getting rounder every day, but she was also becoming more and more wild, not looking like a 16-year-old girl, like a chili pepper welcoming the sun, both spicy and tender.

"Mom, it's so noisy at home, how can I sleep?" Lu Ziyan simply stood up from the bed, her semi-transparent white thong revealing her pubic hair and vulva in a very sexy way. Those long, slender legs were even more captivating, white and tender, translucent, with veins clearly visible.

"Yanzi, get dressed. If you catch a cold, Mom will have to run around taking care of you again."

"Mom, the air conditioner is too hot, it's okay! Oh, so exciting! I can play with my brother tomorrow!" Lu Ziyan jumped and bounced on the bed, her firm breasts swaying like a mischievous child.

"You little rascal, are you crazy?" Li Rouqian glared angrily at Lu Ziyan. "You really read my diary?"

"Oh—I thought something was wrong with Mom. Is that all? Humph, I'm not telling you."

"You little devil, I'll teach you a lesson." Li Rouqian pushed her daughter down onto the bed, tickling her armpits.

“Giggle, giggle—oh, Mom, stop! Giggles, Mom, I’m scared of you!”

“See if you dare peek at Mom’s things again.”

“Giggle, giggle—Mom—um, Mom, that article inside is really well written—” Lu Ziyan laughed loudly, rolling and turning on the bed, making the blankets even more messy.

Li Rouqian stopped tickling and put on a stern face, “Yanzi,

if you keep making a fuss, Mom will be unhappy.” “Mom is really something, wanting to be a whore and also wanting to have a virtuous reputation, there’s no such thing as a free lunch.” Lu Ziyan rolled over, wrapped her pink and tender arms around her mother’s neck, tilted her head, and looked into her mother’s eyes.

Li Rouqian avoided her daughter’s fiery gaze and gently patted her daughter’s bottom, “You crazy hussy, if Mom is a whore, then what are you, shameless thing? Do you think Mom doesn’t know what’s on your mind?”

“What do I have on my mind, Mom would know?” Lu Ziyan felt a little guilty.

Li Rouqian suddenly lifted a corner of the mattress and took out some pictures. Those were photos of Lu Zirong's life that Lu Ziyan had clipped from various magazines.

"Hmm, Mom's naughty, Mom's naughty, I won't talk to you anymore."

"Look, look, there's a picture of your brother standing on the shallow beach looking out, and there's something written on it—Brother, your butt is so sexy, one day, this place will belong to me."

"Mom—" Lu Ziyan snatched the stack of pictures, pressed them under her buttocks, and then buried her head in her mother's arms, rubbing against her.

Li Rouqian, not letting up, pulled out a pair of blue briefs from under the mattress.

"You little slut, you're crazy! You even kissed all the semen stains on your brother's underwear—a sixteen-year-old girl in the throes of first love, secretly hiding her lover's clothes! Aren't you ashamed?" Li Rouqian scratched Ziyan's face with her long nails.

"Mom—I long for your arrival, I long for your heart to belong to me, the world in my palm, I in your palm, I long—I long for you to return to your eternal home, I long for you to return to my full heart—Rong, Mom dreamed of you again—Rong—I long to be your new mother, as long as there is an afterlife—your strength is my joy, your masculinity is the wave of my life—Mom, if you say that again, I'll recite it to my brother." Lu Ziyan also used her fingers to trace across her mother's plump oval face.

"You dare, you little hussy, see how I deal with you."

"Moonlight, body naked, full of spring feelings with nowhere to go, my heart longs for that jade man, my heart, I can't put down that gun, though my body is old, my heart is with my son, my dream is in the pleasure house, when will I get a fiery sunrise!" Lu Ziyan whispered in her mother's ear.

"Bullshit! Don't you dare—"

"What's wrong? Mom can go if she wants to, okay? Daughter, please let Mom have this one time!" Lu Ziyan slapped her mother's bottom. "Old age breeds lust, morality is forgotten, yet you act like a lady, all jealousy and resentment!"

"Say it again—say it again—" Li Rouqian raised her left hand.

"If you love, love wholeheartedly! Even if Mom hits me, I'll say it: this time, I'll offer this place to my second brother."

Lu Ziyan pointed at her mother's crotch.

"You dare! See if the Thunder God doesn't strike you dead."

"It'd be worth it even if I die." A happy smile bloomed on Lu Ziyan's beautiful face.

Li Rouqian was secretly delighted; her daughter's confession was probably to her advantage. "Rong'er, you should go after Yan'er first. Hmph, old ginger is spicier, you little hussy, all you know is to go crazy, but you don't know that I deliberately made you see my diary—hmph, I'm afraid it'll be enough for you to suffer, oh—big cock, how can you possibly take it, Yanzi? Very well, take this step, and you won't have to worry about me missing out.

" Li Rouqian's mind raced, and her vagina began to leak more lustful fluid. "Yanzi, take this with you when you go out to play this time. You're not allowed to go crazy, doing that kind of thing will get you struck by lightning, you better behave yourself." After saying that, Li Rouqian stood up and hurriedly left her daughter's room.

Lu Ziyan opened a folder that her mother handed her, and upon opening it, she was stunned: a series of pictures of her mother and father having sex, too obscene to look at.

Chapter 5

(1)

Deputy Captain Shi Jian was in a very excited mood tonight. He had made great progress. He not only caught a drug dealer, but also had sex with his girlfriend Xu Ningjing, whom he had been dating for more than a year. Although Xu Ningjing slapped Shi Jian hard during the act, he was half-hearted and reluctant. Shi Jian ejaculated very quickly. Xu Ningjing was still a virgin, which made him feel ashamed.

After calming down, Shi Jian repeatedly said, "I'm sorry, Jing'er, I got too excited. I promise I'll treat you well from now on."

Xu Ningjing sobbed, saying, "It's okay, just don't let me down. Don't do this again."

Actually, Shi Jian and Xu Ningjing were both rather conservative boys and girls. They had been together for over a year but had never dared to cross the line, which was unimaginable among modern couples, many of whom had slept together after only knowing each other for a few days.

Xu Ningjing's father is the deputy director of the city's Public Security Bureau. As the daughter of a deputy director, Xu Ningjing has always been the focus of attention. Therefore, she knew from a young age that she had to be very careful about her behavior. Even the slightest overstep would bring shame to her father. So Xu Ningjing has always dressed very simply. To this day, she has never been to a hair salon or beauty parlor to get her hair done. She always washes her hair at home and has never painted her nails red or silver. Her hands are always naturally white and clean, reminiscent of pure and beautiful things like blue skies, white clouds, and clear streams.

It's almost a miracle that Xu Ningjing never had a boyfriend before the age of twenty-one. She focused on her studies, completing her undergraduate and master's degrees, and then teaching at a university. Elegant, humble, and virtuous, there is absolutely no pretense in Xu Ningjing.

Shi Jian was similar to Xu Ningjing—a top student from a prestigious university, full of passion and ideals. Driven by the desire to eradicate all evil in the world, he dedicated himself to the police force, eager to make a name for himself. Although the police force was rife with darkness, Shi Jian always managed to remain untainted. Furthermore, his short time in the force meant he wasn't significantly affected. Their relationship was purely coincidental, or perhaps romantic. During a patrol, Shi Jian single-handedly fought three criminals, sustaining serious injuries, and the person he rescued was Xu Ningjing.

While Shi Jian didn't want to use Xu Ningjing's name for promotion, being the son-in-law of the department head meant his position couldn't be too low. Even if the department head didn't want to promote him—and his snobbish subordinates dared not disobey—Shi Jian became the deputy head of the city's police force's administrative investigation team within four years of joining the force. At 27, young and promising, and with his good looks, Shi Jian and Xu Ningjing seemed a perfect match; their marriage seemed like the best possible outcome.

When Director Liu called, Xu Ningjing had just left. Director Liu told Shi Jian to come to the police station immediately.

When Shi Jian arrived at the criminal investigation team, he learned that the drug dealer he had arrested had spoken up.

"Shi Jian, it's your time to shine again! The guy you arrested gave us some huge information: he was a runner for a large drug trafficking gang, and guess what happened to that 1000 grams of heroin?"

"Hmm, that's a bit hard to guess."

"He embezzled it himself, secretly taking it out to buy it himself. Double-crossing is not uncommon in drug trafficking gangs."

"That's all?"

"That's all? Why would I need you? —He also revealed that his superior is a big shot called Erhunzi."

"Erhunzi?"

"Yes, your task is to find out Erhunzi's identity. Of course, that will be quite difficult." "

Director Liu, out of respect for the department head, always assigns Shi Jian important tasks. It's a good way to curry favor with superiors—more merit leads to promotions, and being the department head's future son-in-law, a little flattery is always useful."

Director Liu looked at Shi Jian, noticing his pale face, and said, "Shi Jian, what's wrong? You look terrible."

Shi Jian replied, "Nothing." As he spoke, he subconsciously glanced at his reflection in the office mirror. His face was indeed pale, his cheeks and forehead flushed, a sickly red like a patient's.

"Shi Jian, you succeeded?"

Hearing the veiled meaning in Director Liu's words, Shi Jian blushed even more.

"Shi Jian, when it's time to act, act. Anyway, you and Xu Ningjing will be husband and wife in the future, it's no big deal. What man doesn't have some desires? Just let them out."

(2)

Mentioning Gushui easily evokes images of Switzerland in winter, with its vast expanse of ice and snow, and bright sunshine. Indeed, the winter scenery of Gushui is somewhat similar to that of Switzerland. It is a key scenic area developed by the province.

The snow has stopped, the wind has stopped, the sun shines brightly, the sky is high and the land is vast, and the blue waves stretch to the horizon. Wearing riding boots, sitting in the courtyard, looking at the distant green water and the thick snow on the shore, occasionally sipping an iced lemon tea, this illusion can completely make one forget the difference between the four seasons, the north and south, and the scenery of the four seasons. Snowfields have always been an eye-catching image in all the images related to Gushui, just like another kind of feeling related to luxury.

This small-headed "Ming and Qing style house" is located on the edge of the reservoir, and looks like an old country house in a mini village. If you don't look at the symmetrical carved beams and painted rafters, just looking at its gorgeous exterior, the elegant outer walls made of uniform red bricks, and the Chinese paper-cut paintings like lotus flowers emerging from the water, you will know that this house is a Ming and Qing style house. The owners of this house are definitely no ordinary people—indeed, this house belongs to the Lu family, and the owners are Li Rouqian and Lu Zirong.

The house has only three spaces: a living room, a dining room, and a family room. The living room is fully equipped with modern amenities, including a high-end stereo, a computer, an antique-style armchair, and various ancient paintings. The family room, besides everyday items, also has a huge hot spring pool. The dining room, needless to say, is gleaming, indicating it's not a frequently visited place.

In the snowy season, soaking in the warm, natural spring water, leaning against the stone backrest by the pool, gazing out the window at the dazzling sunlight on the snow—what a tranquil scene! If this were a scene from a Song Dynasty poem, there would surely be images of women sipping tea and gazing into the distance, their voices softly echoing. But then again, the behavior of the ancients, whether in the East or West, was not as uncouth as it is today. Would there really be a scene of a brother and sister playing naked together in a pool amidst a snowy landscape?

"Brother, come closer." Lu Ziyan winked mischievously, rubbing her small, translucent breasts, and said sweetly.

Lu Zirong was on the left side of the hot spring pool, while Lu Ziyan was on the right, the two siblings facing each other.

"What mischievous idea are you up to now, you little hussy?" Lu Zirong splashed water on Lu Ziyan's face.

"Hmm—Brother, it hurts here, can you rub it for me?" Lu Ziyan's voice was like a kitten in heat.

"Then come here, let me see." Lu Zirong was most afraid of his sister's coquettishness.

Lu Zirong had seen his sister's body since she was a child, and in his eyes, she would always be a child who never grew up.

"I wonder how Dad is doing, is Mom at home—" Lu Zirong said, stroking his sister's small breasts.

"That old lecher, I don't believe you care about him, hmm, I want you to be a little harder." Lu Ziyan threw herself into her brother's arms and pinched Lu Zirong's penis: "Brother, don't get any bad ideas, look, your thing is getting hard." “

Where is it, you little hussy?” Lu Zirong blushed instantly, stood up, looked down, and saw that his penis was limp and motionless.

“Oh, you’ve been tricked, brother, you’ve been tricked by a girl too.” Lu Ziyan pointed at Lu Zirong’s penis, splashed water on her brother’s head, and kept teasing him.

“I think you’re naughty, I’ll spank your little bottom.” Lu Zirong gently raised his hand and placed it on his sister’s snowy buttocks. In that instant, he felt a surge of excitement. His sister’s snowy buttocks were so beautiful. How come he hadn’t noticed when they were bathing? Hey, girls change a lot as they grow up, and her buttocks have become unrecognizable. They are firm, smooth, and tender, like freshly made tofu.

“If my buttocks are small, then mine are big. Brother, do you prefer my little buttocks or my big buttocks?” Lu Ziyan’s eyes darted around as she asked her brother this difficult question.

"I haven't even bathed Mom, how would I know she has a big butt?"

"Aren't you ashamed? Mom has seen your butt, brother. Mom's butt is really nice. I'll get you something to look at, you can compare, is my butt better, or Mom's butt better?" After Lu Ziyan finished speaking, she walked out of the pool, took out a stack of photos from her bag, stepped back into the pool, and hugged her brother affectionately.

Lu Zirong looked at the photos, he could hardly believe his eyes. His mother was so lewd in bed, like a...like a whore! Lu Zirong tried his best to control his impulse, stuffed the photos into his sister's hand, and said, "Crazy hussy, be careful I hit you, where did you get these things!"

"Mom gave them to me."

"You're lying."

"Whether you're lying or not, answer me first, which butt is sexier, mine or Mom's?"

With a slap, Lu Zirong gave his sister a slap.

"Ugh, hit me, hit me, you dare hit me—ugh, I'll just kill myself, I don't want to live anymore, ugh—" Lu Ziyan kept making a fuss in Lu Zirong's arms, scratching and biting, her hands grabbing Lu Zirong's increasingly erect penis, pulling on it relentlessly.

"Okay, okay—I'm scared of you, brother was wrong, okay?"

"Ugh, I'll go back and tell Mom, I'll say brother bullied me."

"Yanzi, Yanzi—brother apologizes to you."

"Kiss my little pussy, and I'll forgive you this time."

"Little sister, you're really crazy, I'm your brother." Lu Zirong's heart suddenly pounded, his penis growing wildly.

Lu Ziyan plopped down on the edge of the pool, looking into her brother's eyes, and scolded Lu Zirong like a young lady: "Kiss me, or I'll—" Lu Zirong trembled and lowered his head to gently kiss his sister's pubic hair.

"No, you have to kiss harder."

"You—" Lu Zirong glared at his sister, his mouth pressing harder.

"You have to lick your sister's clitoris before it counts!" Lu Ziyan pressed on relentlessly.

Lu Zirong could only stick out his tongue and lick his sister's glistening, rosy clitoris before quickly withdrawing it.

"Mmm, so comfortable, brother, you're so good." Lu Ziyan jumped into the pool and snuggled into her brother's arms. "Brother, you haven't answered that question yet—is Mom's butt better or my sister's butt better?"

"My sister's butt is better—" Lu Zirong answered without thinking, afraid that his mischievous sister would come up with something else.

"Then you must have peeked at Mom's butt before."

"What are you talking about?" Lu Zirong stroked his sister's back, feeling how smooth it was. Youth is wonderful, Lu Zirong thought to himself.

"Brother, is Mom's pussy better or my sister's pussy better?" Lu Ziyan had indeed posed another difficult question.

"You're really crazy—" Lu Zirong shouted at his sister.

“Hmm—you don’t have to answer this question now, you’ll know later. Let me tell you, Mom’s pussy is great, it still misses you.”

“Yanzi, don’t talk nonsense anymore, I’m not soaking anymore, I’m going for a walk.” Lu Zirong was afraid that his sister would come up with something new, so he quickly got out of the pool and put on his clothes.

“Wait for me, sister, I’m going for a walk too.”

“You little tagalong!” Lu Zirong really had no way to deal with his sister, who was spoiled since childhood, lovable, mischievous and persistent, and who would cling to him all day long.

The sunlight was very good, like the smile on the face of a bride at a wedding, enough to illuminate any darkness in one’s heart.

(3)

Lu Zirong took his sister’s hand and walked on the boundless snowfield. Lu Rong’s house was still some distance away from the most bustling area of the scenic area—the name of the Gushui Scenic Area came from the water in the Qingfeng Reservoir, which was formed by the convergence of mountain springs. The source of this spring water was unknown. Some busybodies had investigated it for many years, but they had not found out anything. The reservoir is crystal clear and generates electricity, which is supplied to the local people.

The saying "one's water nurtures its people" is absolutely true. Lu Zirong had been with the women here several times; they were all exceptionally beautiful, a natural beauty that wasn't artificial.

When Lu Zirong arrived, he spoke with the scenic area's general manager on the phone. The manager was a fat man with a servile attitude that disgusted Lu Zirong. Upon hearing of his arrival, the fat manager prepared a large reception, but Lu Zirong declined—who wouldn't care about a wealthy man? If he served him well, he might donate tens of thousands of yuan, which would delight these poor, unsophisticated people. However, Lu Zirong didn't refuse another offer from the general manager: to arrange for two women to spend the night with him. Lu Zirong hadn't been with a woman for days, especially with his sister and mother's flirtatious advances; a burning desire was raging within him.

It's better for a person's desires to be released than suppressed; otherwise, they will become abnormal and turn into highly aggressive beasts.

The scenic area is very remote, and there are very few tourists except during holidays. Those who come here on ordinary days are mostly upper-class people. Therefore, the Lu siblings walked a long way without seeing a single person. Perhaps the fat manager of the scenic area had intentionally arranged this. Alas, once a person becomes famous and rich, they can enjoy all kinds of privileges—Lu Zirong lamented the unfairness of life. But Lu Zirong felt good because he was at least someone who enjoyed various privileges. People outside said that he was the one who built the Lu family's empire.

"Brother, I'm so tired, can you carry me? The snow is so deep." The snow was indeed very deep, and Ziyan's pointed high heels were occasionally buried in the snow. The brother and sister trudged towards a small snow-covered mountain. The path was buried, uneven, and they stumbled along, sometimes gasping, sometimes whimpering, sometimes acting spoiled. This made Lu Zirong sweat profusely, and he even took off his yellow overcoat.

"Wearing such pointed high heels, how can you not be tired? You stubborn hussy, I told you to change your shoes, but you wouldn't listen,"

Lu Zirong scolded his sister, squatting down and gesturing for Lu Ziyan to climb onto his shoulders.

"Oh, someone's carrying me! Wait a minute, it's so hot, I'll take off my coat." Lu Ziyan took off her coat and climbed onto her brother's back.

Lu Zirong reached behind him and placed his hands on Lu Ziyan's bottom. Lu Ziyan was lightly dressed, wearing only black lace pantyhose and a short skirt; her bottom was icy cold.

"Yanzi, your cold bottom is freezing my hands! I told you to wear cotton pants."

Lu Ziyan lay on her brother's back, stroking Lu Zirong's hair with her hands, biting her brother's earlobe, and said in a coquettish voice, "Brother, the most beautiful scenery is on the most dangerous peaks, a natural fairy cave. Brother, I miss you so much. You've only come back once in so long. Brother, I want to give it to you. Brother, you know what I'm thinking, right?"

Lu Zirong pinched his sister's bottom harder: "Crazy, I'll teach you to be crazy."

"Brother, let's be honest, I want to be yours. Oh, Mom is so lewd in bed, I want to be like her. I'll give you my virginity, okay? Brother, you've been with so many women, why don't you play with your sister? My pussy has been guarded for you since I was little, it's still pure. If you don't believe me, touch it. Brother, I know you really want it. Brother, my ass, breasts, and pussy are all yours, including my heart. Brother—" Lu Ziyan's breasts rubbed against Lu Zirong's back, incessantly.

"Nonsense, if you say another word, I'll throw you off this mountain." Lu Zirong finally reached the top of the mountain. Looking around, all around was a sea of snow. In the distance, scattered houses dotted the landscape, smoke curling from their chimneys. Qingfeng Reservoir, under the sunlight, was exceptionally beautiful, the reflection of the water making the snow scene even more enchanting.

Lu Zirong, however, had no heart to appreciate the scenery before him; this sister alone was enough to torment him.

After Lu Ziyan climbed off her brother's back, she quietly took off her clothes while he looked around. Standing naked under the crooked pine tree on the summit, she shook it incessantly. Snowflakes drifted down from the branches, landing on her head, back, and buttocks. She screamed, "Oh, this is so exciting! Brother, brother, I want you to fuck me, fuck me now!"

Lu Zirong was stunned. This crazy woman, if he didn't keep an eye on her, she'd go berserk.

"Yanzi, do you want to freeze to death?"

"It would be better if I died, brother. I'm already 16. What girl my age hasn't experienced the thrill of being fucked? Brother, fuck me! If you don't, I'll keep shaking, and I'll freeze to death here!"

The snow falling on Lu Ziyan's petite body made her scream incessantly. Lu Ziyan writhed wildly, her hands raised, sometimes in the air, sometimes resting on her breasts, sometimes between her legs. Her long, slender legs appeared even whiter and more delicate in the snow and sunlight. Her high heels, with their pointed heels, sank deep into the thick snow. As she jumped, her breasts swayed like small pendulums, trembling before Lu Zirong.

The two white breasts swayed, and Lu Zirong's heart swayed along with them, his penis in his pants jerking and erect, creating a tent in his pants.

Lu Ziyan continued jumping as she lunged at Lu Zirong.

Lu Zirong was torn by an intense internal struggle. As a prominent figure, he could never commit such a depraved and bestial act as rape. If word got out, it would be ten times more shameful than robbery, theft, prostitution, or even rape itself—it was a taboo subject. In a split second, Lu Zirong dodged to the side.

With a thud, Lu Ziyan lost her footing, her high heels wobbled, and she fell to the ground. She rolled into the snow, grabbed a handful, and began stuffing it into her vagina and smearing it on her breasts. "Brother, if you won't have sex with me, I might as well die. Anyway, this vagina shouldn't be given to those stinking men." After saying this, Lu Ziyan burst into tears, sobbing uncontrollably.

"Alright, alright, little sister, don't be like this—no, brother—brother is coming to fuck you."

"If I don't, I'll freeze to death here. Mom said fucking is the most strenuous physical work, capable of driving away any cold in the world. Brother, fuck me, fuck me hard, like you fuck your other women, brother, come on."

Lu Ziyan got up, tears streaming down her face, her hands braced against the tree trunk, leaning against the tree, her buttocks swaying, seemingly very cold, yet also seemingly eagerly awaiting the penetration of his penis.

"Okay—brother will fuck you, can you take it? It will hurt a lot." Lu Zirong was afraid his sister would freeze, so he didn't even have time to take off his clothes. He zipped up his pants, pulled out his burly penis, came behind his sister, hugged her, squeezed her breasts with both hands, and placed his penis on his sister's vulva, gently rubbing it.

"Little sister, are you really still a virgin?"

"Ah, if you don't believe me, then fuck me, brother, you're bad, you're so bad."

"It's clearly the sister who's bad, but you insist on saying the brother is bad, you crazy hussy." Lu Zirong kissed his sister's smooth, cool back, a strong lust suddenly surging to his lower abdomen.

"Ah—brother, brother, be gentle—ah—" Lu Ziyan's forehead was covered in cold sweat, her brows furrowed, her little buttocks trembling incessantly.

Lu Zirong was already very careful, only inserting his penis a little more than halfway. Although there was lubrication from her vaginal fluid, Lu Ziyan's vagina was too tight, and coupled with her tension and excitement, Lu Ziyan inevitably suffered unbearable pain.

Seeing his sister in so much pain, Lu stopped and moved his hands to her smooth, round, tofu-like buttocks, saying flirtatiously, "Little sister, does it hurt? I love your white buttocks the most, they're like tofu pudding, they look so good."

"Brother, fuck me, I want your cock inside me, only when it's inside me will I feel safe. Brother, you don't know how worried and jealous I've been all these years. You're so handsome, intelligent, and talented. I hate all the women you've fucked—brother, you really like my white buttocks, if you like them, bite them."

Lu Zirong lowered his head, pulled out his cock, and actually bit it. Actually, Lu Zirong had watched his sister grow up, and as she blossomed into a beautiful and increasingly sexy woman, he worried that such a beauty would fall into someone else's hands.

"Brother—it feels so good, brother, you've always liked my buttocks, haven't you? You must like Mom's buttocks too."

Lu Ziyan frowned and groaned.

“Sister, Yan’er, my dear Yan’er, I’ve always loved your ass. I can’t let anyone else have it. My darling sister, I’m going to fuck you again. If it hurts, just scream and cry.”

Lu Zirong thrust his penis in halfway. Lu Ziyan’s vagina was tight and slippery.

“Brother, I know you’re bad. You often spank people’s asses when you bathe them. Brother, spank my ass again. I saw a video of spanking being really fun, brother.”

“Oh—you little slut.” Lu Zirong thrust his penis against the membrane inside her vagina—Lu Zirong felt a surge of excitement. It had been so long since he’d touched a virgin. “Sister, my darling, I want your virginity, ah—”

With a burst of force, Lu Ziyan burst into tears, screaming wildly. Her dyed yellow hair was disheveled and draped over her shoulders like a whisk.

His penis broke through the membrane, piercing the barrier between the siblings’ bodies.

Lu Zirong was burning with lust, his hands rapidly caressing her breasts. Lu Ziyan cried out, turning her head frequently, her tongue sticking out with a mixture of crying and laughing. Lu Zirong quickly took it, smacking it wildly, his buttocks thrusting forward violently.

Lu Ziyan's vagina wasn't deep, so Lu Zirong didn't dare to use too much force, his penis only lightly hitting the cervix each time.

"Brother, brother, husband, brother, my darling husband, I want to be your wife, brother—harder!"

Blood mixed with vaginal fluid flowed down Lu Ziyan's thighs.

Lu Zirong couldn't resist any longer, stroking his sister's buttocks, sticking out her fragrant tongue, saying, "Wife, sister, you really are my wife now, I'm using force, oh—" Lu Zirong's buttocks thrust forward, the head of his penis penetrating deep into his sister's uterus, leaving only her two large testicles outside.

"Husband, in this situation, you poet should write poetry!" Lu Ziyan stopped crying, feeling a soreness and itchiness inside her vagina.

"Hmm, let me think—I've got it—the green peak is broken, the virgin opens, the ancient water of a hundred miles returns in a day, the wife moans and cries incessantly, a light touch has already passed the incestuous mountain."

"What an incestuous mountain, let's see how you get past this mountain, Mom."

"Sister, don't talk nonsense. I've already committed a great sin by sleeping with you, and you still want to sleep with Mom? Absolutely not, Mom is my goddess."

"What about me? Aren't I a goddess? Humph, you want to throw away your wife after you've slept with her, don't you? Hypocritical, sanctimonious. You said Mom's butt is also very beautiful." Lu Ziyan kept leaning back to meet him, her buttocks twitching repeatedly, "Brother, it doesn't hurt now, hit harder."

"I'll hit, I'll hit, I'll hit your buttocks, clearly your wife, how did she become your sister?" Lu Zirong started slapping her buttocks.

"Mmm—hit, okay, hit, harder, ah—brother, I need to pee—brother—ah!"

Lu Zirong could have lasted longer, but the intense stimulation brought him close to orgasm. His penis head itched, and he wanted to ejaculate, so he quickly pulled his penis to the entrance of her vagina.

"Ah—husband, husband, no—no, I want you to ejaculate inside—I want to give you a son—ah!" Lu Ziyan thrust her buttocks back, and her penis plunged deep into her vagina.

Lu Zirong could no longer hold back. Looking at his sister's wanton body, his semen gushed out, hitting his sister's uterus and mixing with her vaginal fluids.

After ejaculating, Lu Zirong quickly pulled out his penis, picked up his sister's clothes, dressed her, then unbuttoned his trench coat, hugged her tightly, and wrapped her up in his arms. 02-04

Chapter Six

(1)

The weather was clear, the sun was shining brightly, and Li Rouqian carried her bag and strolled around the city center. The snow on the streets had been cleared, and Li Rouqian was wearing a pair of white high heels. Her buttocks swayed, and her breasts jiggled along with them. A thin trench coat, a skirt, two pairs of long underwear, a small thong, and yellow bell-bottoms over the long underwear could not hide Li Rouqian's plump and elegant charm. Li Rouqian was 50 years old, and her body was slightly plump, with even more exquisite curves.

Accompanying her was the maid Xiaoyan. Xiaoyan was ugly, with a face full of pockmarks, which contrasted sharply with Li Rouqian's plump, beautiful, and wealthy face. Li Rouqian dared not invite beautiful women now. Old Lu was a womanizer, and her son was a womanizer too. How could she stand it?

Li Rouqian enjoyed shopping. Firstly, walking was good exercise and helped maintain her figure. She was confident in her physique; everything was in place—curvy where it should be, fair where it should be. Of course, cosmetic surgery also played a part. The Lu family employed a professional beautician.

Secondly, shopping was a form of emotional release, a belief Li Rouqian held. Especially for women, shopping allowed them to buy whatever they wanted, keeping them ahead of the curve and fashionable. Moreover, for a woman who had never truly found satisfaction in bed, shopping was the perfect way to release pent-up frustration.

But now, Li Rouqian had no interest in shopping; her heart was already with Gu Shui. She wondered if her daughter had succeeded. That crazy woman, despite her nonchalant attitude, was quite resourceful. Li Rouqian harbored a strong desire for her daughter to succeed. However, a hint of jealousy had also crept into her heart. For some reason, the image of her son and sister having sex so passionately kept haunting her. "That little slut gets such a good cock. Good man, good cock, good daughter, but not good mother.

Where does her heart wander? Siblings are so happy, a perfect match, but her lover has to go to a brothel."

Hmm, no, her son having sex with her sister, how is that considered prostitution? "Keep the good stuff in the family." Li Rouqian smoothed her hair, touched her burning face, and murmured.

"Madam, what's with all this 'ladle' stuff? We have plenty, don't we?" Xiao Yan kindly reminded her mistress. They had just arrived at the entrance of a shopping mall, and Xiao Yan thought Li Rouqian wanted her to buy a ladle.

"Shut up, go your own way," Li Rouqian turned and scolded Xiao Yan, annoyed that she had interrupted her thoughts. Xiao Yan followed anxiously behind, not daring to say another word.

"Let's go to the newly opened park. I heard it cost a lot of money to build. We also donated hundreds of thousands."

"Hmm." Xiao Yan responded softly.

The master and servant continued walking forward.

Where did I think of that? Oh, it's not quite right. The word "prostitute" is not good. Where can a spring heart drift? Alas, where else can it drift? Rong'er, my heart is with you. Brother and sister are deeply in love and carefree. Nonsense. It should be "mother and son are deeply in love and carefree". A fairy cave is born. This sentence is more like it. She is old, but her vagina is still good. She is very horny. No one comes to satisfy her. Her lover is going to prostitute himself outside. Hmm, it should be "spring water flows long and heart is anxious". Hmm.

(2)

After his wife left the house, Lu Daqing called his daughter Ziyue. Lu Daqing was only slightly exhausted. With the help of imported medicine, the guidance of a private doctor, and the careful care of the servants, his complexion improved quickly.

"Moon, where are you now?"

Lu Ziyue lay beside a foreign black man, picked up her phone, and answered her father lazily and weakly, "It's Dad. How are you? Is everything alright at headquarters? I'm at home now." Lu Ziyue never needed to think before lying.

"Hey, your company is doing pretty well this year, but not as well as that beast Zirong. Hey, let me tell you, I'm planning to retire early. I can't let that beast take the president's position."

The black man was naked, sleeping soundly, snoring louder and louder. "You rascal, if you can't satisfy your mother, watch your head." Lu Ziyue gave the black man's buttocks a hard slap and then pinched his limp penis. Lu Ziyue had a

strong sex drive. Lately, she had been frequently cheating on her husband, Xiaoqiang. Finding two Chinese guys at the same time didn't work, so this time she found a black man, which was just so-so, even though black men are naturally blessed with large penises. Lu Ziyue was like that, a wolf in bed and a lioness in the business world.

"Dad, what will we do if you retire? Now that you're in power, I have a chance to develop. Without you, I—" Lu Ziyue said sweetly to her father.

"That's why I came to talk to you about this. After Lu's Group goes public, I'll hold 10% of the shares, you'll have 10%, and with Ziling's 10%, we'll go from 10% to 30%. We can also work on some of the smaller shares. I don't believe that beast can take the CEO position." Lu Daqing revealed his long-held plan, his backup plan. Zirong was getting stronger every day, threatening him daily. This unfilial son even tried to take advantage of his father's woman; he had truly forgotten all ethics.

"Dad, you mean you're giving me your shares? That's great! My older brother is easy to talk to. Dad, you still love me the most. Dad, I missed you so much. I hurt you last time, are you better now?"

It turned out that after Lu Daqing's group grew larger, he hadn't considered Ziyue when distributing shares. A married daughter is like water spilled from a cup—it's gone. But Ziyue was strong-willed and cunning; she even seduced Lu Daqing into bed through masturbation. Of course, their intimacy had become rare lately. Partly because Lu Daqing was no longer able to perform, and partly because Ziyue's company was in S City, and she was rarely home. Their

most recent encounter was at Ziyue's house. That day, her husband was away on a business trip, and Ziyue had failed in a deal. To get support from her father, she bought some very strong aphrodisiacs. The drugs were too potent; with each thrust, she grew larger and larger, until finally, the father and daughter were joined together. To avoid any trouble, Ziyue struggled to pour her father a glass of cold water while he held her, which caused Lu Daqing to ejaculate excessively, almost losing all his semen. Fortunately, the doctor arrived in time and saved his life.

After that incident, Lu Daqing's sexual desires became increasingly indifferent. Finding women outside was merely a pastime and a way to find solace. He paid them, and they treated him better than his own father; that was all Lu Daqing wanted. With a large family and many children with their own agendas, plus a wife who looked down on him from the bottom of her heart, how could he not find women outside?

"Yueyue, speaking of that, it reminds me of something. Why does our family only produce slutty women? My dear wife, what do you think?" Lu Daqing didn't forget to flirt.

"What wife? Rou Rou is your wife," Lu Ziyue began to coax.

"My dear daughter-in-law, Dad helped you this time, how are you going to thank me?"

"Dad, don't give me that. Every time I thank you, you keep coming, it's terrifying."

Thinking of her lovemaking with her father, Lu Daqing's lust surged again, and she couldn't resist sticking her fingers into the still-dripping, milky-white vagina. That forbidden pleasure was indescribable. Although her father couldn't satisfy her in bed, the incestuous thrill still gave her endless pleasure. In fact, if it weren't for the money, Lu Ziyue would have done the same incestuous thing. When

people have enough material things, they need to find the greatest outlet for their emotions. Sex with her legal sexual partner—her husband Xiaoqiang—was normal love, and over time, it faded. Sex with other men, foreign or Chinese, would also become tiresome over time. But sex with family members, because it's unacceptable to society and shameful to normal people, is precisely the more unacceptable it is, the greater the stimulation.

With money and status, she could buy rare things, command the wind and rain, change her appearance from white to black, and enslave people. Yet, she hadn't tried intimacy with her own family. "Is there anything in this world that I, Ziyue, cannot obtain? The things others dare not do, I, Ziyue, will do. If there's anything I can't do, I will break through this taboo and enjoy that unparalleled pleasure.

" "Hmm—you slut." "

Dad, you're bad, you're bad! Dad, where are you touching me?"

Lu Daqing was bewildered. "You little slut, you're probably with some other man again." She

couldn't have physical intimacy, but she could fantasize. Entering a certain realm of fantasy could also satisfy that desire.

Lu Daqing knew he could no longer have sex with his daughter, but flirting was still possible. Having a slut to flirt with, and who could also help him achieve his goal of defeating that beast, was truly wonderful.

'Beast, you're getting more and more outrageous.' Lu Daqing felt a surge of anger at the thought of Lu Zirong. This kid has always been incompatible with my temperament, constantly causing me trouble; raising him is a waste of time. As for that good-for-nothing Ziling, let's not even mention him. But Ziyue, she's given me her body, and you can't say you don't love me?

"Dad—you're getting less and less romantic. She wants Dad to give her phone service."

"Oh, what a slut."

"Isn't she the product of your fucking? Dad, you've touched her ass, fuck her now." Lu Ziyue rolled over, her four fingers spread wide, and thrust hard into her vagina, pumping wildly back and forth.

“You little bitch wife, you’ve come up with a new trick again.” Lu Daqing was also excited. “Then Dad will help you—I’ll fuck you, I’ll fuck you to death, you slut.”

“Li Rouqian is your wife, Dad, are you getting senile? Let’s do something tough, she wants you to whip this slut.”

“Okay, Dad will do as you say.” Lu Daqing stood up, raised his hands in the air, stomped his feet, and shouted viciously in the room: “Slut, I’ll beat you to death, you stinking bitch who dares to seduce even her own father.” Gradually, Lu Daqing’s face turned red, and he gradually got into character.

“Hit, hit your daughter’s ass, whip your daughter’s breasts, oh oh oh—so good—Dad, husband, your daughter is so good.” Lu Ziyue rolled around on the bed, put the phone on the pillow, thrusting rapidly in and out of her vagina with one hand, and thrusting in and out of her anus with the other, moaning incessantly, like a female dog in heat.

Lu Daqing’s penis slowly hardened at this moment, jumping around in his underwear. In less than five minutes, he was panting heavily, his shouts and waving hands growing weaker and weaker.

"Dad, don't stop, I want more, I want more." Ziyue on the other end could barely hear the phone anymore.

"I'll beat you to death, you insatiable stinking bitch, beat you to death, beat you to death, fuck your mother, fuck your ancestors for eight generations."

Lu Daqing struggled and danced wildly in the room.

"Ah—ah—don't stop, you old turtle, please don't stop, you son of a bitch, don't stop, oh—daughter is here, is here, ah—" Lu Ziyue suddenly had a violent spasm, then her buttocks jerked, then jerked again, and she lay still. Her vaginal fluid flowed out like tofu dregs, soiling half the bed sheet.

Lu Daqing on the other end suddenly felt dizzy and fell to the ground.

"Oh no! The master is in a bad mood and is cursing. Go in and see what's going on." Wang Sao and the security guard Xiao Zhang heard a dark cursing coming from inside the house. They tiptoed to the door and listened for a while. At first, they thought he was cursing some ignorant servant. But when they heard a thud, they were afraid something had happened, so they boldly opened the door.

"Master, wake up, wake up—oh my god, call the doctor, call the madam back, oh my god—"

(3)

The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it is near dusk. Lu Zirong, who was driving his car on the newly built highway in Gaoping City, looked at the bright red sunset outside the car window and couldn't help but recite the poem by Li Shangyin, a great master of the Tang Dynasty.

I'm afraid my mother is a descendant of Li Shangyin. Hmm, that's possible. Oh, Yanzi, why are you so oblivious and out of control? Look, you have a high fever. You don't know how worried your brother is about you. You love your brother, but there's no need to use such an extreme method. "Sigh, how am I going to explain this to Mom when I get back? She told me to protect you well.

Hmm, Mom, do you really have those kinds of thoughts? Aren't you afraid of societal norms? It's impossible between us—incest, oh, impossible—it's one thing between siblings, but between mother and son, that kind of behavior is absolutely forbidden, Mom. We're both well-educated people, after all."

Lu Ziyan lay sprawled on the seat next to Lu Zirong, her head resting on his lap. Her dyed yellow hair was disheveled and scattered to one side. Occasionally, she would moan, "Hmm, brother, are we there yet? My chest feels tight, hmm."

Lu Zirong looked at his sister, who had entrusted her body and soul to him, with affection, and a wave of guilt washed over him.

After coming down from the snow mountain, Lu Zirong was eager to find a woman to satisfy the sexual desire he hadn't fully satisfied with his sister—his sister was young, her vagina was still shallow, and she was still a virgin. How could he not be gentle with her? What if he ruined her? So, taking advantage of his sister's rest in bed, he took advantage of two more women by the hot spring. The two women were both very mature, and the fat man had arranged it himself. They were quite to Lu Zirong's liking, and Lu Zirong finally got complete satisfaction.

However, two hours later, when Lu Zirong entered his sister's room, he found her talking nonsense in her sleep. It turned out that she had developed a high fever after coming down from the snow mountain.

The original plan was to have a good time in Gushui for a few days, but now he had to rush back.

(4)

"What's wrong, Rong'er? What did you do to Yanzi?" With that dead old ghost in the house, Li Rouqian was already having enough to bear. Now, with this crazy hussy added to the family, Li Rouqian seemed a little impatient and had a face full of anger.

"Mom, what can I do to her? She is my sister." Lu Zirong stood aside, at a loss.

"It must be that crazy woman's doing. I told you not to go crazy, but you insisted. Now you're bringing trouble upon yourself. You brought it on yourself, you know?" Li Rouqian stared at Lu Ziyan's flushed face and gently touched her daughter's cheek with her slender white fingers.

"Mom, the doctor said it's nothing serious, just a bad cold. Let my sister rest by herself."

"No, no, I want my brother to stay with me. Mom, get out." Lu Ziyan gasped for breath, pushed off the blanket, and tried to sit up.

"Oh dear, my little darling, what can I say to you? Lie down, lie down." Li Rouqian quickly patted her daughter's shoulder, preventing her from sitting up.

"No, I want my brother to stay with me. Mom, are you jealous of me?" Lu Ziyan glanced at her mother, pouted her little lips, and grabbed her brother's hand.

"Alright, alright, Mom will do as you say. Sigh, daughters grow up and leave home. You've got a lover and don't even want your mother anymore, you little rascal! After you get better, Mom will definitely teach you a lesson. I can't let you continue like this, otherwise, you'll be a child with no manners. How will you ever get married?" Li Rouqian stood up, gave her son a resentful look, and prepared to leave.

"Mom, I'll never get married!" Lu Ziyan suddenly stood up, hugged her brother, and shouted at her mother.

"Then I'll send you to become a nun." Li Rouqian stopped and stood at the door, winking at her daughter.

"If you want to be a nun, then you be one." Lu Ziyan didn't try to avoid her mother's gaze at all.

Lu Zirong sat down next to his sister, gently coaxing her to sleep, and then said to her in an elder's tone, "Yan'er, you're not allowed to talk to Mom like that."

"Brother, you're mine alone. No one can take you away from me. I—" Lu Ziyan buried her head in her brother's arms, just like a wife to her husband.

Lu Zirong patted his sister's beautiful peach-blossom face and said softly, "Brother won't leave you, Yan'er, be good, brother's Yan'er, go to sleep, Dr. Li said you'll be fine after a good night's sleep."

"Really, brother, I want you to kiss me, um." Lu Ziyan raised her head as if no one else was around and wrapped her arms around her brother's neck.

Lu Zirong looked at his mother with difficulty and gently pressed his sister's fragrant lips.

Li Rouqian looked at the scene in front of her and her heart turned cold. Two lines of crystal clear sour tears slowly flowed down her smooth cheeks.

"Rong'er, um, you—" Li Rouqian suddenly burst into tears and ran out of her daughter's room with her hands covering her face.

Chapter Seven

(1)

It was late at night and Li Rouqian still couldn't sleep. She couldn't sleep. Her son had really gotten involved with his sister. He belonged to Yanzi alone. Alas, the charm of young people is still greater. How can an old woman be compared with a 16-year-old virgin?

She's a virgin, and incredibly beautiful; naturally, she's far more attractive to men, especially fickle men like my son.

Compared to my daughter, I have neither.

As for my buttocks, although I take good care of them, age catches up with me; how can I compare to a young girl's tenderness? Besides, while my buttocks are large, they're starting to sag; even my son probably wouldn't find them appealing. As for my breasts, they're fuller than Yan'er's, but she might prefer smaller ones. And my vagina? Needless to say, it's been explored countless times by that old bastard, and besides, besides, I often use my hand on it. Hmm, my anus hasn't been used, but even the best place for pooping can't be that great…

Rong'er, have you really lost interest in your mother? When I flirt with you, don't you sometimes respond? "Rong'er, Mom really likes you so much, mmm, your big cock, mmm, it feels so good, mmm..." Li Rouqian shuddered at the thought of her son's big cock. "It's a pity such a wonderful thing doesn't belong to me, Li Rouqian! Sigh, maybe this is fate... Sigh, in the end, it's because I didn't seize the opportunity. If I had been more proactive, or more direct and rougher in my flirting, then things wouldn't have turned out this way... Sigh, no matter what, even if it were... it would only be second-rate soup, sigh...

" "Rou Rou, Rou... Rou... my head is so... so dizzy, can you rub it for me?" Lu Daqing suddenly groaned.

Li Rouqian rolled her eyes at her husband, who lay on the bed like a pig with his white hair, his eyes half-closed, feeling utterly disgusted. But in the end, she still reached out a hand and gently rubbed the forehead of her husband, whom she had already considered trash.

Now, for Lu Daqing, it was merely a favor. Yes, Lu Daqing had once held a certain place in her heart, but it lasted far too short. Lu Daqing lacked everything—talent, knowledge, social skills—none of them were outstanding. Sometimes, Li Rouqian would resent her long-deceased father…

It was her father who shattered her beautiful dreams. Yes, if she hadn't married that roughneck Lu Daqing, life would definitely be much better now… It

's all your fault, you old geezer! It would be better if you died, die tonight, the sooner the better. What do I care about you? I have Rong'er… Hmm… This kid is becoming less and less concerned about his mother. Humph, he's forgotten the old for the new. Isn't Mom a woman too? Didn't you say Mom wasn't old? I know you're just putting on an act in front of me. Pretending, ugh, pretending is the worst thing about you philandering men. Humph, just wait and see how I deal with you…

Rong'er, you're such a troublemaker! You aroused someone's interest, then left them to their own devices. Rong'er, do you really understand your mother's heart? My heart is only on you, only on your penis. For you, I don't care what others say, I don't care if God strikes me down, I'll risk everything…

"Ouch…it hurts, mmm…"

Li Rouqian was startled to hear her husband's groan. She realized that in her distraction, she had used her long, slender, bamboo-like fingernails, painted with silver nail polish, to poke her husband's forehead until it bled!

Lu Daqing woke up in pain, groaning, "Rou Rou... I know... I know you look down on this old man... Ugh... It hurts so much..."

Li Rouqian turned her face to the side, not daring to meet her husband's eyes. She was afraid... she was afraid of Lu Daqing's bark-like face and his knife-like gaze. Perhaps she herself had a guilty conscience.

"I'm... I'm sorry, Lao Lu... You should sleep peacefully, it's almost 12 o'clock," Li Rouqian said softly to the old man. That gentleness seemed entirely feigned, sounding very stiff.

"I...I don't blame you, um, I'm just afraid I can't make it."

"Who said that? You'll be fine after a rest. Don't worry about the Lu family's affairs, Rong'er and I are here."

"No...Rouqian, um, tomorrow...tomorrow...please call Ziyue and Ziling back, um."

Li Rouqian's heart trembled. Could it be...?

"I want to call everyone together for a meeting to announce my retirement and choose a successor. I'm worried!"

"Old Lu...you should take care of your health first. You'll be fine."

"This matter can't be delayed for a moment...um, my head is so dizzy." Lu Daqing managed to express his wish with all his might.

"You should rest first." Li Rouqian stared into Lu Daqing's eyes, trying to read something from them.

"Promise me..." Lu Daqing trembled as he stretched out a hand with prominent veins.

"Okay, okay, I promise you." Li Rouqian coaxed Lu Daqing.

"No...I want you to make the call right now." Lu Daqing struggled to get up.

"Okay...I'll do whatever you want, I'll make the call right now." Li Rouqian picked up the phone helplessly.

(2)

“Rong’er, Rong’er…” In the dead of night, Li Rouqian tiptoed down to the third floor.

There was no sound from her son’s room. This little beast, sleeping so soundly? Can you sleep? Are you at ease? Aren’t you ashamed? You even dare to do this to your own sister… Li Rouqian gently knocked on her son’s door, lost in thought.

“Oh, damn it, how could I forget about this? Knocking…knocking on the door of hell.” Li Rouqian slapped her cheek and took out her key.

The door wasn’t locked, and Lu Zirong wasn’t in the room.

Li Rouqian was stunned… Oh, how could I not have thought of that… Sigh, no wonder I lost to that little hussy Yanzi. After all, there’s a certain distance between a mother and son when they do that kind of thing, at least more than between the siblings. Rong’er, you little beast, aren’t you afraid of being struck by lightning? Sleeping in the same bed with your sister at home?!

"Hmph, you've forgotten your mother now that you have a wife. I've finally seen through you men. It's all a lie, all a lie. Rong'er, everything you did for your mother before was fake. Yes, women love bad boys, and if it's not fake, then how can it be bad? Rong'er, you wretched little devil, all you know how to do is bully your mother, you heartless wretch..."

Li Rouqian stood quietly in her son's room, lost in thought, a thousand resentments and ten thousand sorrows surging into her heart. Others plant willows unintentionally and they thrive, but I planted willows with intention and only ended up with withered leaves... No, I have to go downstairs and teach these two little beasts a lesson. Alas, how can one even begin to talk about teaching them a lesson? Like father, like son.

It was just one flight of stairs, but Li Rouqian felt like she had walked for a very long time. Her hair was askew, her heart trembled, her body blushed, and her delicate frame felt weak, making it difficult for her to walk...

"Yanzi, stop fooling around, it's been twice already, let's rest."

"Mmm, husband, I want more, I want more."

"You little hussy who's never satisfied, I'll tell Mother if you're not careful."

"Husband, I'll give you a riddle to guess."

"You little madwoman, what new tricks do you have now?"

"If I can't guess, brother, you have to promise me."

"Promise what?"

"Play with my butt."

"Alright, alright, my dear sister, my dear wife, didn't I tell you? Your brother's thing is too big, your little butt can't handle it. Look, look, you've gone crazy again, haven't you?"

"I don't care, I'm starting to tell you the riddle now, listen carefully, you can't back out later." Inside the room, Lu Zirong and his sister hadn't slept, and after several rounds of lovemaking and passion, Lu Ziyan still felt it wasn't enough and continued to cling to her brother.

"You shameless hussy, you filthy scoundrel! I underestimated you! Aren't you ashamed to call your own brother 'husband'!"

Li Rouqian pressed her ear against the door she had repeatedly hesitated to knock on, and as she listened, her face flushed crimson. "And you, Rong'er, you're almost thirty, how could you..."

"Two naked people fighting, all for that crack." Lu Ziyan's silvery, cheerful laughter sounded particularly grating to Li Rouqian.

"Yanzi, if you keep bothering me, I'm ignoring you."

"Brother, guess!"

Guess what? Humph, you little hussy, how could you even come up with such a vulgar riddle? What have you been doing while you were studying? Oh, so you've been doing all this stuff, full of crooked schemes. A girl like you, haven't you learned anything about the three obediences and four virtues? Sigh, it's all this twisted era's fault. Society is dark, filled with chaos and corruption, a scene of revelry and debauchery. No wonder Yan'er went astray. But then again, how did your mother raise you? Your good-for-nothing father taught you too, so why didn't you listen at all? You…

"Husband, guess! If you don't guess, I'll cut off your thing! No, I'll bite it, bite it off and swallow it."

"Don't be crazy, Yan'er, I'll guess, I'll guess... Ouch, wife, no, I've guessed it."

"Then hurry up and tell me."

"Fuck your cunt."

Li Rouqian listened outside, gritting her teeth, her body trembling uncontrollably. She rubbed her buttocks against the wall, unsure whether to knock or not. Her face was flushed, her heart pounding like a playful rabbit. Meanwhile, that fragrant, soft, tender, peach-blossom-like cunt was already flowing with desire…

A spring of passion awaited, her slender waist swayed gently, her arms arched, her heart burned like fire, dreaming of crossing the bridge of pleasure with her lover… Li Rouqian endured the boundless itch, silently repeating this in her mind. Half her body melted into a limp thud. Slowly, her fragrant arms swayed, her legs gave way, and she collapsed in front of her daughter's door. However, some conditioned reflex kept her ears pressed tightly against the door.

The two madmen inside remained completely oblivious.

“Oh…brother, you lost. Hmm, husband, you’re so naughty, always saying those two words.”

“You crazy hussy, you’re the one who thinks about those two words all day long, just wait and see…”

“Hahaha…brother, husband, I won, and you still…”

“How could I lose…just wait and see if I don’t tickle you.”

“Haha…ha…hmm, how did I end up with such a lecherous husband, always thinking about fucking, your wife is going to die laughing, haha…hmm, brother, you really guessed wrong.”

“Little slut, the answer to this riddle is the word ‘fuck,’ lose, lose, lose, you little slut, do you think Rong’er is stupid?” Li Rouqian was furious at Yanzi’s nonsense outside, and in her fury, there was clearly a hint of wicked jealousy.

“Husband, it’s a tug-of-war, you’re wrong, how about it, fuck my ass, hmph.” Inside the room, Lu Zirong seemed to have stopped tickling Ziyan.

“No, that’s not fair.”

“Not fair? How is it not fair?” The sound of kissing came from inside the room.

Li Rouqian, who was outside the room, also seemed to hear the sound of water flowing down below...

In an instant, the sounds of kissing, laughter, and flowing water filled her ears!

"You give me a riddle, I'll give you a riddle, that's fair."

"Okay... then you give me one, I'll listen to my husband, no cheating if I lose."

"What can I cheat about? If I cheat, you're a little dog."

"Husband, go ahead and insult me, if you're a little dog, then we're just dogs."

"Bullshit, I'll tell you, listen carefully... hard as a rock, nine inches long, one end hairy, one end smooth, guess."

"Hmph... it's just a toothbrush, do you think I'm as bad as you, always thinking the wrong thing."

"You lost, go to sleep!"

"Hmm... brother, I didn't lose."

"It's clearly my dick, is a toothbrush nine inches long, you little hussy."

"Oh... husband, you're so bad... hmm, I really want to give my ass to my husband."

"Later, later, is that okay?"

"I'm afraid... I'm afraid Mom will take it away."

"Ouch... brother, why are you spanking me?"

"I'm spanking your ass, let's see if you keep talking nonsense." Several crisp spanking sounds came from inside the room.

Li Rouqian was now completely paralyzed, numb and itchy, making it difficult for her to even breathe. "You crazy hussy...you dare to curse even that? Do you think your mother is like you? You shameless thing!" Though

her body couldn't move, her mind could still wander. Li Rouqian imagined her son spanking her daughter's soft, white bottom, and her slender hand unconsciously slipped inside her clothes, penetrating her vagina and slowly thrusting in and out.

"Oh...husband, hit me, hit me, mmm, mmm, husband spanking wife's bottom, mmm, so good, brother, if you fuck me again, mmm, that's what I call good!" Lu Ziyan suddenly cried out in a sweet, coquettish voice.

The slapping sounds abruptly stopped.

"Husband, are you scared? Hmm, I want more. Husband, do you think my butt is really better than Mom's?"

"Here we go again, here we go again. Keep your voice down, it's not good if someone finds out."

"Brother, Mom's butt is plump and white, it's more seductive than mine. You're just trying to fool me."

"Okay, okay, Mom's butt really can't compare to yours."

"Then you've seen Mom's butt."

You crazy slut, you slut, how is Mom's butt not better than your rotten ass? Humph... Ah... Oh, Rong'er, I'm going to lose it, I'm going to give it to you. Come on, you shoot it into me too, hmm, so good, so good... Oh... Rong'er, you're so heartless. Didn't you say Mom's butt was the most beautiful and best when I bathed you that time? Humph, I've spoiled you for nothing, I've missed you for nothing. Li Rouqian felt a chill in her lower body, her body swayed, and she fell to the floor.

But her ears were still pressed tightly against the door... Humph, let's see what new tricks you have up your sleeve. I'll see you gossiping about people behind their backs, humph!

"I didn't look closely, aren't you tired, sis?"

"No, no, you're so naughty, honey, you looked so closely!" Lu Ziyan, inside the room, seemed particularly interested in the question of who was better, her mother's or her own buttocks.

"I didn't say that."

"You didn't say it in your heart, humph! You're not allowed to look at Mom's buttocks anymore, it's a slutty butt, don't look, you'll get naughty if you do."

"Okay, you lie down and sleep well, I'll stay with you, I promise."

"Then you say Mom's buttocks are rotten, stinky, not worth looking at."

“Yanzi, you’re here again.”

“Are you going to talk or not…”

“Ouch, I bit it off, you won’t be able to have sex with me anymore.”

“I’ll bite, tell me quickly.” A soft, sucking sound came from inside the room.

“I’ll talk…you let go first, my ass is a rotten ass, a stinky ass, ouch, you really bit me!”

Lu Zirong groaned repeatedly.

Damn you, you’ve lost your mind now that you have a sister, haven’t you? My ass is a rotten ass, a stinky ass, then why do you look at it without even blinking? Humph, ungrateful wretch, I let you see my ass for free, and you didn’t even charge me, humph, two shameless bastards, sluts born from cunts, humph…oh, why am I even cursing myself. Rong’er, you’re such a troublemaker, um, no, these two, if they keep fooling around, they’ll start talking bad about me, no, I’ll knock on the door and see if you two don’t die of shame! Li Rouqian struggled to stand up and gently knocked on the door.

“Who is it?” A rustling sound immediately came from inside the room.

“Husband, why are you wearing pants? It’s so late, who could be there?”

“Crazy hussy, lie down, it might be Sister Wang.”

“If you have a clear conscience, you won’t be scared by a knock at the door in the middle of the night. Brother, you’re just bad, hahaha, you’re wearing your pants backwards, hahaha…”

(3)

“Rong’er, kneel down for me.” Li Rouqian was burning with jealousy as she looked at her son’s indifferent attitude.

“Mom, I—” Lu Zirong saw that his mother was really angry, so he obediently knelt on the carpet.

Lu Ziyan didn’t move, lying in the quilt pretending to be asleep, not moving at all.

“You, you really aren’t afraid of being struck by lightning?!” Li Rouqian was so excited that she trembled.

Lu Zirong knelt on the ground, looked up at his mother, and said timidly, "Mom, it's all because of that crazy hussy, I—"

Li Rouqian took off the trench coat she was wearing, tidied her messed-up hair, and sat on the edge of the bed, saying, "I, I what? Oh, so you're shirking responsibility in the end? Ha, you're really crazy, not even wearing a condom. Aren't you afraid your sister will get pregnant with your bastard child?" As Li Rouqian said this, a strong pang of sorrow gripped her heart, and tears streamed down her face.

"Mom, we were wrong." Lu Zirong hadn't had time to put on anything, and his enormous penis was still erect.

"I know your difficulties. I'm afraid your thing doesn't have a condom big enough..." Li Rouqian was wearing a black gauze nightgown, seemingly without anything underneath, her two nipples firmly erect, almost spilling out.

"Mom, Rong'er will never dare to do it again." Lu Zirong hung his head, filled with shame.

"Oh, so you don't want to take responsibility anymore?"

"—" Lu Zirong was speechless.

"It's all this thing's fault, Mom wishes she could cut it off, it's such a menace—" Li Rouqian stretched out her jade-like feet, clamped her son's penis between them, and gently twisted it.

"Mom, you don't blame me anymore, um, Mom, I knew you loved me the most, my dear mother." Lu Zirong raised his head, and suddenly, his face flushed red. Li Rouqian wasn't wearing anything under her pajamas; her legs were completely exposed.

Seeing her son's flushed face, Li Rouqian immediately realized what he had seen, quickly pulled her feet back, and then sat up straight.

“You must be good to Yan’er from now on—don’t you dare betray her, or I’ll really cut this thing off you.”

Lu Zirong dared not look at his mother’s private parts again, lowered his head like a child apologizing to a sincere elder, “Mom, I will be good to Yan’er.”

“Hmm—were you just cursing—Mom?”

“What cursing Mom? Mom is our family, how could we?” Lu Zirong stammered, feeling terribly guilty.

“Oh, so you’ve learned to lie.” Li Rouqian smiled sweetly.

“You clearly said Mom—Mom’s butt—my butt is a rotten butt, a stinky butt.” Li Rouqian rubbed her hands together helplessly, lowered her eyelids, and spoke in a soft voice like a budding bride.

“Mom—you heard everything, I—I deserve to die, I deserve to die.” Lu Zirong slapped his own face.

“Stop hitting yourself, stop hitting yourself, get up.” Li Rouqian reached out and pulled Lu Zirong up.

Lu Ziyan lay in bed, both amused and angry—"Hmm, she's clearly a thief herself, yet she cries 'stop thief!' Humph, Mom, your little tricks have fooled me! Humph, I'm the one whore, but you act like a lady. Everyone knows you're a womanizer, with endless springs every night and waves every day—Hmph, I'll shame you to death! You want to take it from me? I'll teach you a lesson!"

"Mom, your seventy-two moves in bed are really good! My brother and I have learned so many!" Lu Ziyan suddenly threw off the covers and sat up abruptly, holding up the explicit pictures her mother had given her. "

You—you crazy hussy, you—" Li Rouqian stomped her feet in anger. "

Yanzi, you're not allowed to do this! Give me the pictures!" Lu Zirong jumped onto the bed.

Lu Ziyan nimbly dodged to the side, "Oh—Mom is so sexy in bed! Honey, I think Mom's 'dog looking back' move is the best!" Lu Ziyan stuck out her finger, blushing at her pink face, and made faces at her mother.

Lu Zirong darted back, but unexpectedly pulled his mother down onto the bed. Lu Zirong couldn't stop in time and stuck one foot between his mother's legs.

"Hmm—" Li Rouqian groaned involuntarily.

Suddenly, Wang Sao knocked anxiously on the door, "Madam, the master has a high fever, almost 39 degrees, please come."

The room was in chaos.

Li Rouqian tidied her hair, got out of bed and said to her son, "Stop making a fuss, you all come out too, Rong'er, your father is probably not going to make it, he just asked me to call Ziyue and Ziling, you have to be careful—"

(4)

Lu Daqing had almost killed everyone in Qingtong Villa. After the joint rescue efforts of three top doctors, Lu Daqing's life was basically out of danger, and the momentum of his semen being out of control and shooting randomly at any time and place had been initially stopped.

Li Rouqian was of course the busiest, and her mood was naturally the most complicated. The next morning, Ziyue's family and Ziling's family arrived one after another. However, at this crucial moment, Zirong insisted on going to Agong, a small border town on the China-Myanmar border, saying there was an extremely urgent matter. With her son gone, who knew what would happen next?

Life is unpredictable; what would she, a woman, do if Old Wangba passed away?

While her in-laws were easy to talk to, Ziyue was not someone to be trifled with. Besides, the old man had always shown signs of handing over his position to her. Ziyue's performance was certainly not as good as Zirong's, but in a family business, rules were still somewhat in place, and Old Wangba still held some sway—sigh, she really didn't know how to deal with it.

The mayor and a large group of business friends came to visit Lu Daqing. The mayor repeatedly emphasized that Old Lu must be cured no matter what; the Lu family's reputation couldn't be ruined, otherwise, their city would have nothing to boast about nationally. Of course, the mayor also spoke with Li Rouqian; after all, she was the group's first spokesperson besides Lu Daqing.

Lu Zirong left in a hurry, not even keeping his appointment with the mayor. The matters there were probably more important than the mayor's meeting. Lu Zirong hurriedly gave his mother some instructions. The usual flirtatious banter between mother and son was absent; they seemed very serious, perhaps because neither of them could easily forget the awkwardness of the previous night. Some things take time to heal; you can't rush them. As Li Rouqian saw her son off, a sense of pity welled up within her.

Chapter 8

(1)

Lu Daqing sat in the swivel chair specially designed for the president in the conference room, his face ashen. He was covered in sweat, and the waitress next to him kept wiping him with a towel. I can't let that little bastard Zirong get away with this. I'm sick, and he's never really cared about me. My life is hanging by a thread, and he's out there enjoying himself. Does he even care about me? Fine, I'll take advantage of his absence to make a big plan. He'll be back, and the situation will be settled. What can he do to me? This is the consequence of being disobedient and unfilial.

Hmph—Lu Daqing glanced at Li Rouqian beside him, and a barely perceptible sneer appeared on his sallow face. Perhaps only one person could understand this sneer, and that was Ziyue sitting opposite Lu Daqing.

Hmph—it's all your fault for spoiling that kid. Every time that kid goes against me, it's you, Li Rouqian, who plays the good cop. This time, let's see what you do.

All the external relations had been settled, and Ziling had agreed to partner with Ziyue. Lu Daqing felt the time was ripe; a major event in the Lu family's development history was about to take place today, perhaps even going down in history.

"Ahem—um—" Lu Daqing cleared his throat, mustered all his strength, glanced at everyone, and said in a booming voice, "Everyone, I'm getting old, and the Lu family needs renewal. Today, I want to announce an important decision—I, Lu Daqing, the head of the Lu Group, am officially retiring, effective immediately."

Lu Daqing's words didn't stir up any waves; everyone felt it was perfectly natural. In fact, from the moment Lu Daqing called everyone back for this meeting, everyone understood what was going on.

Lu Daqing was somewhat disappointed.

"Dad, you're retiring? What are we going to do? You could have stayed a few more years before retiring." The silence in the meeting room was finally broken by Lu Ziyue.

"Yes, in-law, you can't retire! Lu's needs you," Zhang Yuna, Ziling's mother-in-law, chimed in.

"Yeah, Dad, just stay a few more years. Lu's needs you to steer the ship," Ziling said gruffly.

Lu Daqing felt a little comforted. The tea had gone cold before he even got up—it was a bit too much!

"Everyone, calm down. I understand your feelings. Well, retirement is inevitable. I've already spoken to the media. Let a younger person take over; maybe Lu's will have a brighter future. Now, let's discuss the suitable candidate for president."

"It must be Zirong! I think he's the most suitable for this position," Zhang Yuna responded quickly.

Hmph, that wretched woman—Lu Daqing glanced at his mother-in-law, Zhang Yuna, feeling genuinely displeased. Hmph, she's a human being, and a ghost is a ghost too.

Zhang Yuna is the mother of Chunmei, Ziling's wife. In her forties, she is also a mother. Despite being middle-aged, she possesses a beautiful face, well-proportioned figure, snow-white skin, and a captivating charm, exuding a mature, alluring, and elegant feminine allure. As she walks, her round, plump hips sway from side to side, her seductive figure captivating countless men's lustful gazes.

She and her husband are widely considered the most mismatched couple. Her husband, Huang Xinde, is only interested in alcohol, his face covered in dark pockmarks, and he is often drunk outside, leaving her alone in her boudoir, enduring the torment of lust. Yet, she remains chaste, admired by all. However, she never imagined that after her daughter married into the Lu family, one night Lu Zirong would take advantage of her, raping her while she slept, turning her into an unfaithful adulteress.

After that, although the lustful and strong Lu Zirong didn't often have sex with her, he would occasionally come to enjoy the alluring and fragrant body of this mature and charming woman, sharing a bed with her. Zhang Yuna, having tasted the sweetness of sex, naturally became a bitch in heat under Lu Zirong's crotch!

"Yes, I agree with Mom. Zirong is definitely the best choice," Chunmei added.

Chunmei was also one of Lu Zirong's sex slaves. Although her appearance was average, she had a good figure, with high breasts, a slender waist, and especially her buttocks—the area where her waist ended suddenly increased dramatically, with large, plump white flesh piled up like mountains, drawing two large arcs to the left and right, like two large brackets—indeed, Chunmei's nickname was Big Butt. Not only were her buttocks large, but they also had a charming little anus that would ooze lustful juices when fucked.

Back then, as soon as Chunmei married into the Lu family, she took a liking to Lu Zirong. One time, after Lu Zirong and Ziling had been drinking, Chunmei threw herself into Lu Zirong's arms. Her vagina looked disgusting, but when used, it could drive a man to ecstasy, not to mention her smooth, glistening anus. Lu Zirong's penis was large, and Chunmei's buttocks were large, allowing for free movement; the two were a perfect match. Of course, no matter how good Chunmei's buttocks were, they didn't hold much appeal for a fickle man like Lu Zirong. To keep Lu Zirong's heart, Chunmei had no choice but to offer her mother in exchange for favor, scheming to have Lu Zirong rape Zhang Yuna!

The mother and daughter wanted to take advantage of the situation. Although Lu Zirong wasn't there, Li Rouqian was, acting as a mouthpiece; Li Rouqian doted on Lu Zirong the most.

"Does anyone have any objections? If not, I'll speak," Lu Daqing said, looking at Li Rouqian.

Li Rouqian, however, remained unmoved.

“I think Ziyue is also suitable. Her performance over the years hasn’t been worse than Zirong’s.”

“Yes, I think Ziyue is suitable to be the president. Women are meticulous.” Ziling chimed in from the side.

Zhang Yuna and her daughter glared at Lu Ziling at the same time, which made Ziling lower his head in fright.

“Yue’er is not bad.” Ziyue’s father-in-law sided with his mother.

“Since everyone thinks so, I’ve decided to give the position to Ziyue.” Lu Daqing quickly went along with it.

The fox’s tail has finally been revealed, hasn’t it? Humph, you little beast, I told you to wait a few days before leaving. If your mother hadn’t helped you, I don’t think you would have had a chance! “I have an objection—” Li Rouqian broke the brief silence in the conference room again, “Ziyue doesn’t have as many ideas as Zirong. Men are more reliable after all. Besides, even in terms of individual shareholding and contribution in the group, Zirong is a cut above.”

“I have already discussed it with Ziling. We will give both of our shares to Ziyue and let Ziyue do the work for us.”

Lu Daqing played his trump card.

"Oh, have you forgotten the lessons of our ancestors? You want to split the family business? The Lu family can't be divided. Even if you do, your shares won't be as many as Zirong's." Li Rouqian didn't even look at Lu Daqing, speaking eloquently.

"I don't think so." Ziyue muttered softly.

"You can share together, but can't I give my shares to Zirong?"

Lu Daqing's bald head started sweating again. "You—you're trying to make the Lu family business split up, aren't you?"

Hmph, who wants to split up anyway? Li Rouqian stared at Lu Daqing contemptuously.

"Forget it, forget it. I think it's better to wait a month or two before deciding who will be in charge of the Lu family business." Ziyue's mother-in-law, Zhu Xiaoying, tried to smooth things over, her voice trembling.

Lu Daqing's face was extremely pale, his whole body trembling violently, looking as if he was about to collapse. An awkward

silence fell over the meeting room again.

Seeing that things weren't going well, Lu Daqing decided to compromise: "How about this, since everyone has objections, let Ziyue be the acting president for now. Rong'er isn't here, we can hold an election later—"

"Great—that's a good idea." Everyone seemed to have found a lifeline and agreed with Lu Daqing's suggestion.

Seeing everyone's support, Ziyue didn't say anything more.

"In short, the Lu family cannot fall, the Lu family cannot be divided. We are all family, so why should we distinguish who is superior and who is inferior? We must all keep the word 'unity' in our hearts." Lu Daqing made his final remarks, and was helped out of the meeting room by a waitress to be interviewed by reporters.

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