[Urban] Wild Countryside Madness (Complete) - 25-27

Chapter Five.

"Brother Fang, actually, I don't do this kind of thing often. Chairman Qin has many women better than me. Besides, a woman like me doesn't have much to repay him for. Do you think I've been with many men before you?" Chen Lin's beautiful eyes flashed with a cold mockery.

Fang Feihong chuckled, seemingly a little embarrassed, "It's not like that..."

"Chairman Qin only let me work with you because he considers you one of his own. You know, before you, I've only been with four men, and those men were all much more powerful than you." Chen Lin interrupted him, stood up, and the dawn light slanted in through the lace Italian curtains, making her appear graceful and charming without a single cloak.

At this moment, the internal phone rang. Chen Lin picked it up and said "Hello." The voice on her ear said, "Notify Mr. Fang that a board meeting is about to be held. Please ask him to attend at 7 o'clock sharp."

When Fang Feihong entered the square boardroom, there were already more than twenty people sitting there. Qin Chao sat in the middle. "Hmm, you're here. Sit to my right." To his left sat a young man with a refined appearance.

"Let's begin the meeting. First, welcome our new director, Mr. Fang Feihong, who recently joined our family." A round of enthusiastic applause filled the meeting room.

"This is my son, Qin Zhongshu. He just returned from overseas and this is his first time meeting everyone. I hereby announce that Qin Zhongshu will serve as the Vice President and General Manager of Tianjiao Group. I hope all colleagues will provide him with their full support."

Qin Zhongshu stood up and bowed. "Zhongshu is young and lacks experience; I humbly request your guidance." His bright eyes swept over everyone in the room.

He had returned to China on orders to take charge of the overall situation.

Century Square is one of the city's most iconic buildings. As the central square, it's a popular place for public entertainment and leisure, and also a venue for festival celebrations.

On this particular morning, the sun shone brightly, the sky was high and clear, and Century Square was vibrant and bustling with activity.

"Comrades, today the municipal government is holding a grand donation ceremony here. Our city's star enterprise, Tianjiao Group, has always been enthusiastic about public welfare in our city. Now, they not only support medical and health care and education, but also donated twenty police cars and one million yuan to our city to strengthen public security. This is a righteous act that benefits the country and the people. On behalf of the municipal party committee and the municipal government, I would like to express my heartfelt gratitude!" Gu Xiangbo was in high spirits, smiling broadly. Tens of thousands of people below the stage applauded and cheered, their voices resounding throughout the sky.

Tianjiao Group has twenty-three subsidiaries and is a large-scale comprehensive enterprise integrating real estate, hotels, entertainment, transportation, and biomedicine. It can be said that almost every household has some connection with it.

"Now, please welcome Comrade Liu Zhigang, Director of the Municipal Public Security Bureau, to present the banner and certificate of honor to Tianjiao Group. Let's give them a round of applause." The emcee led the applause, which immediately erupted in thunderous applause.

Liu Zhigang handed a red banner and certificate to Qin Zhongshu, who had come up on stage, and said with a beaming smile, "Thank you, President Qin. On behalf of thousands of police officers across the city, I thank your company for your concern. This act of kindness fully demonstrates the close relationship between the police and the company." He then whispered in Liu's ear, "Come visit us sometime; your great-aunt is always thinking of you."

Qin Zhongshu smiled and said, "It's what we should do. I'll definitely pay you a visit when I have time." The two walked down together, chatting and laughing warmly.

At this moment, a police officer rushed over and whispered a few words in Liu Zhigang's ear. Liu's expression changed drastically, his usual carefree demeanor gone.

"What happened? What's wrong?" Qin Zhongshu asked hurriedly.

"Nothing, I'll be going now. You can tell Mayor Gu later." He quickly jumped into a police car and sped away. Qin Zhongshu narrowed his eyes, watching the car disappear from sight, lost in thought.

The story of Yu Juan continues, chapter 9. It was completely dark, but the distant sandy mountains still shone with a deep, dark red hue. Old Man Sun San glanced at the whistling mountain shadows and couldn't help but shiver.

He tucked his hands inside his sleeves, his pointed head hunched over. "Why hasn't Xiao Lian come back yet?" Xiao Lian was Old Man Sun San's daughter-in-law, who had just married into the family last year. She was tall and strong, with thick eyebrows and large eyes, and was quite capable at farm work.

A siren sounded from the distant Kardun Prison. The sound was extremely familiar; listening closer, he realized it was a long, drawn-out siren. Ah, he understood—someone had escaped!

He suddenly remembered Xiao Lian's escape attempt. "Why hasn't Xiao Lian come back yet?" he thought. A voice rang out from ahead, "Dad, Dad... I'm scared." It was Xiaolian who approached. He was overjoyed and went to greet her, only to see three men behind her, their faces fierce, especially their piercing eyes, as if they wanted to devour someone.

"Get in, all of you, do you hear me?" A burly man slapped Old Man Sun so hard he saw stars.

"Hey, Fourth Brother, don't be so rude." The speaker had a long scar on his face, running diagonally from his right eyebrow to his left cheek, so deep it distorted his features.

"Uncle, we just need a place to rest and a drink of water, don't be afraid." This time, a more refined-looking man helped Old Man Sun up. "We three brothers are just asking for lodging for one night, we'll leave tomorrow morning. This is my eldest brother, Gao Qian, this is my fourth brother, Gao An, and I'm the second oldest, Gao Jin." His tone was gentle and soothing, as if speaking to a family member, introducing his family in a gentle and detailed manner.

Old Man Sun looked at these people with some suspicion. His eldest son was working in the south, and his second son was still studying in another city, leaving only him and his eldest daughter-in-law, Xiaolian, at home. These three people didn't seem to have good intentions; perhaps they were criminals. He poured them three cups of water, but Xiaolian had already run to the inner room in fright.

Gao Qian looked around. The houses were earthen-roofed and flat, "no wood visible on the outside, no earth visible on the inside," typical of northwestern dwellings.

"How many people are in your family? Where's your son?" Gao Qian asked, taking off his coarse outer coat to reveal a red-striped prison uniform—indeed, they were escaped convicts.

"This damn place...it's so hot during the day, but so cold at night." Gao An cursed as he paced back and forth. "It's really tough on you, brother. We brothers only came to rescue you today; we deserve to die, we're disloyal and unfilial." He saw Old Man Sun San spying on him and slapped him. "You damn old man, go cook some food! Are you looking for death?!"

After a while, Xiao Lian came out from the inner room. "Dad, let me cook for you." Although she was scared, she felt a little more at ease being back in her own home.

Gao An watched them go into the kitchen and chuckled lewdly. "Brother, how about we take care of this chick? You've been holding back all these years, haven't you?"

Gao Jin looked at the sky outside the window and said, "Fourth brother, don't cause trouble. It's hard to say if we can get through tonight." He paused. "Besides, it's this kind of stuff. If we're going to do something, we should do Liu Zhigang's whole family. I heard his wife is the city's most beautiful woman." The three looked at each other and burst into laughter.

Gao Qian's deep eyes, beneath his thick eyebrows, seemed to gaze into the distance.

Seven years ago, yes, seven years ago, his third brother, Gao Ping, was shot dead by Liu Zhigang while covering for him. Gao Qian himself, wounded in the thigh, couldn't escape and was sentenced to death with a two-year reprieve, sent to Xinjiang's Kardun Prison. This hatred grew stronger with each day of his prison life. His safe escape today was a stroke of luck, even the heavens were on his side!

Liu Zhigang, you just wait!

A commotion erupted in the kitchen as Gao An, unable to contain his lust, rushed in to vent his anger on Xiao Lian.

Immediately afterward, Old Man Sun was kicked out, coughing up blood, barely breathing.

Gao Qian and Gao Jin exchanged a knowing smile and shook their heads; they knew their fourth brother better than anyone. "Ah, no, you robber! No…" The sounds of tearing clothes and Xiao Lian's desperate resistance echoed from inside. Xiao Lian is tall and strong, and Gao An couldn't take her down for a while. He was kicked in the stomach several times.

Hearing Gao An's cries of pain, Gao Qian glanced at him, and Gao Jin, understanding, went inside. There, Xiao Lian's chest was exposed, her large breasts swaying, her legs kicking, making it impossible for Gao An to get close.

"Second Brother, this girl... she's got a really fierce temper, come help her!" Gao An panted, looking helpless.

"I have to say, you're really stupid. You can't even handle a woman, how are you going to make your way in the world?" Gao Jin cursed, then suddenly punched Xiao Lian hard in the abdomen with his left fist. A searing pain shot through her body, and she immediately curled up like a shrimp, rolling on the ground, clearly in excruciating pain.

Gao Jin slowly squatted down, carefully examining the crying Xiao Lian. With a forceful tear, he ripped Xiao Lian's pants to shreds. He chuckled, "Her face isn't much, but her skin is quite fair. Hmm, not bad."

He then pulled down his own pants, revealing a long, erect penis. Gao Jin's penis was famously long in Qinghe Village, often causing unbearable pain to ordinary women, and making him the object of pursuit for harlots and whores.

"Watch from the sidelines, Fourth Brother, Second Brother will teach you how to deal with a slut." He grabbed Xiao Lian's legs and pressed them forward onto the ground, forcing her vulva upwards. A thin slit covered by a clump of tangled grass oozed urine, indicating she had lost control of her bladder from the previous thrust.

Gao Jin's long, hard penis plunged in without warning. Even though Xiao Lian was a married woman, she screamed in pain, feeling as if each thrust reached her uterus. The red flesh inside her vagina was first pulled out, then sank back in with each insertion. After hundreds of thrusts, Xiao Lian couldn't help but moan with pleasure. Although tears of humiliation continued to flow, the abundant vaginal fluid and natural reactions couldn't conceal her aroused desire.

Then, Gao Jin flipped her over, ordering her to lie face down, and thrust into her from behind. This was another kind of sensation; Xiao Lian had never tried this position since her marriage, and she immediately let out a series of moans—a long-suppressed cry. At this moment, Gao Jin had completely ignited the most primal desires burning within her.

After Gao Jin ejaculated a thick stream of semen, Gao An couldn't wait any longer. Just as he was about to insert his swollen penis into her anus, he heard his second brother shout, "Leave the back for the eldest brother."

"Zhigang, I'm sorry, I couldn't keep an eye on him. You'd better be careful now!" The night in Kaltun Prison was cold, but the warden, Liao Haidong, felt colder than the year-round snow of the Qilian Mountains. He was Liu Zhigang's classmate and close friend. Years ago, Zhigang had earnestly advised him, and he had sworn an oath, yet Gao Qian still managed to escape.

He had read Gao Qian's file; Gao Qian was a vicious criminal, one of four brothers known as the "Four Tigers of the Gao Family," who had terrorized the villagers and committed countless atrocities, with Gao Qian as the ringleader. Now, only tight surveillance and intensified pursuit could be achieved, but he knew the chances of success were slim.

************ Qin Zhongshu had never experienced such a shock. He was usually calm and collected, his inner maturity far exceeding his actual age. But now, he could only barely control his slightly trembling hands and feet, striving to speak calmly to the beautiful woman before him.

He knew he was finished.

No other woman in his life could touch his deepest heart like this; this inexplicable emotion, accumulated over time, was like a dreamlike encounter. His heart was filled with regret, regret that they hadn't met before he was married. His heart was filled with hatred, hatred that his parents hadn't given birth to him a few years earlier, otherwise, how could he have let this beauty slip through his fingers?

"Auntie, why hasn't Uncle come back yet? It's so late." He had been sitting there for three hours, but captivated by Yu Juan's beautiful face, he was starting to lose his composure.

Yu Juan smiled slightly, avoiding his intense gaze. "Maybe another case has happened. He's often like this." The young man before her had a burning, intense gaze, like the midday sun in the sweltering summer heat.

Since that incident, a hint of melancholy had crept into her eyes, adding a touch of sorrow to her beautiful face. In fact, it was precisely this almost sickly beauty that strongly attracted Qin Zhongshu, just like when he was learning martial arts and his master's straight punch struck him in the heart, the pain piercing to the bone. "Can I call you Yu Juan?" Qin Zhongshu was no longer satisfied with this form of address. He knew he couldn't remain silent, or he would regret it for the rest of his life.

"Of course! You calling me 'Auntie' makes me feel so old." Yu Juan couldn't help but stroke her bright, fair face. "Her smile is so charming, her eyes so beautiful." Even a thousand palace flowers in full bloom couldn't compare to her radiant smile. Qin Zhongshu finally understood the painstaking intentions of King You of Zhou's beacon fire prank over two thousand years ago. Bao Ji's smile was enough to topple kingdoms. It was worth it!

But why did an inappropriate sorrow appear on her face, which should have been forever radiant with smiles? Why was a nameless sadness deeply locked between her brows?

"Director Liu, I think we can start with their families. Don't they still have an elderly mother? The four Gao brothers have always been filial; they wouldn't abandon their mother." Hao Zhifei analyzed the case. Back then, he was also a police officer at the Qinghetunzi Police Station, and Liu Zhigang was his station chief. He had also been involved in the pursuit of the four Gao brothers. “I’ve notified the Qinghetunzi Police Station to keep an eye on their family and friends. They’re bound to find someone they know to stay with when they come back.”

“Good, that’s good. You need to focus on this matter more these days. You know Gao Qian is very vengeful.”

Zhigang had been fighting with the Gao brothers for years and knew their background and character well.

When Zhao Qiang returned home, Qin Zhongshu had already gone back. Yu Juan was sitting quietly in the moonlight, her cheek resting on her hand.

Zhao Qiang embraced her from behind with boundless affection, her warm and alluring body exuding the fragrance of a young woman.

“Dad, you’re back. How did the talks go?” The highway project had recently been secured, and Zhao Qiang and his daughter had discussed it and decided that it would be safer to take the handling fee in one lump sum.

“Yes, it’s all in our account. Juan, do you think ten million is a bit too much?”

“Dad, how could it be? I think it’s too little for a project worth hundreds of millions. It’s just that I don’t want you to be too busy and not have time to spend with me.” Yu Juan’s beautiful eyes seemed to be both angry and not angry, her misty eyes always able to make people lose their way.

Zhao Qiang couldn't resist reaching into her pajamas, his hand touching something smooth and warm like jade, her breasts trembling.

"Dad, not on the balcony, someone will see us." Yu Juan's body went limp, her juices flowing freely.

"No, we live higher up than others. Good Juan, your flesh smells so good." Zhao Qiang turned her over, making her lean against the railing, his straight old penis already thrusting into her warm, moist honey hole.

This was such a familiar, hot place! For twenty years he had toiled here, yes, every thrust always brought a unique sensation. Sometimes he wondered, was this a curse or a blessing? A phoenix rising from the ashes or eternal damnation?

With the sway of his hips, Yu Juan, half-lying down, exuded a strong, exotic fragrance, mingling with the surrounding floral scent, creating an intense stimulation that made him work even harder. "Juan, your pussy is getting tighter and tighter, it feels so good on Dad." Her juices splattered, sweat poured down her face.

Yu Juan turned her head halfway, kissing her father on the lips. Her breasts were out of shape under his squeezing, her delicate nose exhaling a soft fragrance, their saliva flowing freely. Finally, when their bodies met, they embraced and collapsed to the ground.

After a long while, Zhao Qiang slowly said, "Juan, look what I brought back." He stood up naked, his penis dangling half-dead between his legs. "Look..." He pulled a pistol from his briefcase.

Yu Juan's face paled. "Dad, where did you get this? This is illegal."

"Juan, although your husband is the police chief, some people aren't afraid of him. So I asked someone to get me this thing. If I had it last time, that incident wouldn't have happened..." Zhao Qiang held her in his arms, gently kissing her hair and cherry lips.

“If that thief dares to come again, I’ll shoot him dead. Oh, no, I’ll torture him, make him wish he were dead.” Zhao Qiang gritted his teeth, his expression somewhat ferocious.

“Dad, let’s just let this go, your daughter has already forgotten.” Yu Juan’s eyes glistened with tears. In the hazy moonlight, she appeared like a fairy from the moon palace, cold and beautiful beyond compare.

The night, like a bat with fluttering wings, spread its enormous wings and enveloped the bustling city. The moonlight gradually faded, and the stars disappeared.

Zhao Qiang once again inserted his hardened penis into his daughter’s smooth, white vagina. “Ah, Dad, Dad, harder! Mmm…” Yu Juan was lost in this chaotic lust.

Her father was a mountain, heavily pressing down on her; her father was a pine tree, growing in the cracks of her body.

Her beautiful buttocks responded to her father’s rhythmic thrusts, opening and closing, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, with a rhythmic flow, the exchange between spirit and flesh was the most perfect! At this moment, they were performing one of humanity's most primal acts, not for reproduction, but for the release of lust.

The Guomao Building, located at the intersection of Chang'an Road and Wuyi Road, was an eight-story building, unassuming in appearance, but formerly the tallest in the city. Yu Juan's office was on the seventh floor. Currently, she was the company's vice president, a sinecure enjoying preferential treatment without much involvement in daily affairs.

One day, General Manager Meng Ran unexpectedly summoned her to a meeting. "Vice President Zhao, there's an important meeting today, and I think I need your attendance." Meng Ran was a mature and steady man from Northeast China, with a rugged appearance, but actually shrewd and capable; otherwise, he wouldn't have held such an important position in this state-owned foreign trade company.

Yu Juan smiled and said, "What's the matter that's so important? You go ahead, I'll be there in a bit."

"Well, our company recently received a large order, and because the amount is quite large, we need to discuss it."

"Oh, isn't that usually handled by the business department? Why are you calling me in today?" Yu Juan asked Meng Ran curiously. She was in charge of logistics and didn't interfere with business.

Meng Ran smiled slightly and said, "The reason is simple, the client specifically asked you to handle it, have you forgotten?"

Seeing Yu Juan's blank expression, he reminded her, "It's from Tianjiao Group." Yu Juan suddenly realized.

It was that day when Qin Zhongshu was at home, she had chatted with him about how everyone in the company had sales targets, and if they didn't meet them, their year-end bonuses would be deducted. It was rare for him to remember so well. Thinking of Qin Zhongshu's burning gaze and his rather magnetic voice, her face couldn't help but blush slightly.

"Yu Juan, how about we have lunch together?" Near the end of the workday, she received another phone call from Qin Zhongshu inviting her to lunch.

"This, this won't do, I'm busy at noon." Yu Juan declined. Lately, Qin Zhongshu had been finding all sorts

of ways to get close to her, and she was starting to find it hard to resist. "Then how about tonight? Let's go to Zixia Pavilion to see the night view." The voice on the other end of the phone was still as persistent as ever. "I'll drive to pick you up. Goodbye."

Yu Juan hung up the phone, gritted her teeth, and thought, well, she should make things clear to him.

"Have you been here before, Yu Juan?" Qin Zhongshu looked at his beautiful aunt and felt a mix of emotions. "The night view is beautiful, but it can't compare to you, Yu Juan!"

Yu Juan blushed slightly and scolded, "Tch, I'm your aunt, don't be so disrespectful."

Qin Zhongshu sighed, "This is my lifelong regret, what more can I say? If you weren't my aunt, how could I, Qin Zhongshu, let you go?"

"Don't be like that, Zhongshu. There are plenty of women better than me, and besides, I'm more than ten years older than you, an old woman." Yu Juan was touched by his deep affection.

Qin Zhongshu shook his head and said, "Age is not a problem. I may not be able to stay by your side often, but it's good to see you a few more times when I have the chance." He held Yu Juan's hand, its soft, gentle touch stirring his heart. The night was still and quiet, filled with the sweet fragrance of her beauty, and his heart stirred.

Yu Juan pointed to the myriad lights below the mountain and said, "Look how beautiful the night is; I never realized it before." She then took the opportunity to pull her hand away, her movements natural and unnoticed.

"Zhongshu, let's go back. We can contact each other again when we have time, okay?"

Qin Zhongshu nodded slightly, his lean face cold and aloof. He never showed his emotions, though his heart was churning like the tides of the Qiantang River. (

Yu Juan's story continues in chapter 10) "A new fashion supermarket recently opened at Huadu Shopping Mall. Shall we go check it out?" The person on the other end of the phone was Liu Hong. Nourished by love, she was now paying more attention to her clothing, always keeping an eye on the latest fashion trends.

A few days ago, she had just been promoted to intermediate professional title and received a bonus of over three thousand yuan. She was

looking forward to spending it all when she called Yujuan. "Okay, it's settled then. You pick me up tomorrow morning. I heard you recently bought a red Porsche, you're so proud of it. I want to come and ride in it too." Liu Hong hung up the phone, thinking to herself, "Yujuan is so bold, daring to buy a car. Isn't she afraid the disciplinary committee will investigate her husband?" Little did she know that the Porsche was a birthday gift from Zhao Qiang to Yujuan.

Recently, her son Hao Zhaohui's demands on her had become increasingly frequent and intense, leaving her unsure what to do.

On one hand, she longed for those strong muscles, but on the other hand, she was afraid of harming her son's health—a real dilemma.

Just as she was feeling a surge of desire, a pair of hands wrapped around her from behind, squeezing her plump breasts with varying pressure. Smelling that familiar scent, Liu Hong knew her devil had arrived.

"Mom, why didn't you go to work? Are you waiting for your husband?" He reached down with his right hand, entering her peach blossom cave. "Oh dear, you're not wearing underwear, Mom, you're so horny!" Hao Zhaohui pressed Liu Hong down on the sofa, pulled out his swollen penis, and inserted it into her warm, nurturing place from behind.

"Mmm, Xiao Chao, no, no… your dad's coming home soon, no…

" Liu Hong couldn't resist the fiery passion, yet she was terrified of her husband coming home and seeing her.

"No, Dad won't be home that early. Hey, so tight." Hao Zhaohui thrust forcefully while picking up the phone and dialing a number. "You can call Dad yourself, I've dialed it for you." He handed the receiver to Liu Hong.

"Ah, you little devil, why are you calling your dad at this time…" Liu Hong's already flushed face turned even redder. "Ah, Zhifei, it's nothing, I, I just missed you." Her itchy vulva was receiving a surge of pleasure; although her son had slowed his pace, the intense stimulation still made it difficult for her to breathe.

"Ah, what? You're not coming home for dinner again?

Okay, okay, well, then you should take care of yourself and get some rest." Liu Hong hung up the phone, trembling. She didn't dare open her eyes. In that short time, she had already ejaculated several times, as if she had made love for a very long time. Her whole body was weak, and she was barely breathing.

"You devil, if you do this again... Mom, Mom won't talk to you anymore." She ejaculated again, tears of excitement streaming down her face. "You little rascal, you little rascal! Ah, Mom can't take it anymore, please spare Mom." Hao Zhaohui pulled out his penis, and Liu Hong's honey hole was already overflowing with milky white semen, which gushed out and sprayed onto the beige sofa. She was about to speak when her cherry-like mouth was already being shoved into her son's huge penis. The strong smell of his body and semen almost made her faint.

"I told you not to talk so much, you little slut, but you wouldn't listen." Hao Zhaohui pressed his hands on his mother's head, thrusting his hips harder, his penis pumping vigorously between her labia. When he pulled out, Liu Hong was already somewhat dazed. Hao Zhaohui flipped her over, making her lie face down on the tea table.

"No, Zhao'er, Mom didn't wash there today, it's dirty." Liu Hong knew her son was going to penetrate her anus, "Can we do it another day?" she almost pleaded.i=42> Hao Zhaohui thrust into that tight anus and shouted, "How about another day? You little slut, if you say it again I'm going to pull out." "No, good son, don't pull out, Mom begs you."

A tingling, itchy, and numbing sensation, like an electric shock, spread from her chrysanthemum bud throughout her body. She convulsed, unable to bear the provocation any longer. Saliva involuntarily dribbled from her lips, and she let out a muffled yet joyful moan.

*** *** *** Huadu Shopping Mall was originally a state-owned enterprise. Due to its management system, it finally acquired foreign investment in 1996 and is now the largest shopping center in the city.

Yu Juan and Liu Hong strolled through the crowd. Both were tall and slender with fair skin. Their outstanding looks naturally attracted attention, making many men lose their composure and turn back frequently. Many only discovered bruises on their thighs after returning home—naturally, from their wives pinching them.

"How about this one? Yu Juan, only you deserve to wear it." Liu Hong stopped in front of a new cheongsam. "Charming and elegant, dignified and beautiful, this is your charm." "Get lost! What charm do you have now that you're an old woman?" "Yu Juan pulled Liu Hong away, "Let's go look at men's clothes, buy a few for my husband, and I also want to buy a few for my dad." Just then, a thin man noticed Yu Juan, a smug smirk flashing across his thin lips. He followed closely behind them, his narrowed eyes gleaming with greed as he looked at their slender waists, unconsciously licking his dry lips.

"Hey, Liu Hong, you're looking at clothes too? How about it, I heard you recently got your intermediate professional title, aren't you going to treat us?" Liu Hong ran into an acquaintance, and the two exchanged pleasantries.

Yu Juan smiled and gestured to Liu Hong before walking alone to the other end of the shopping mall.

The man followed closely behind. Seeing her enter the restroom and close the door, he flipped the sign on the doorknob, which read "Under Renovation, Closed," then twisted the doorknob, slipped inside, and locked the door behind him.

No one was in the restroom. The man crouched down, noticing a pair of brown high heels standing motionless side-by-side. He smiled slightly and pushed open the slightly ajar door.

Yu Juan was about to stand up when a man burst in. Startled, she was about to scream when the man grabbed her throat, silencing her.

"Hehe, beauty, do you still recognize me? How was it that night? Want to try again?" Yu Juan stared in terror at the thin man. His greedy gaze seemed familiar, but the lewd voice was unmistakably familiar—it was the same thief who had broken into her home and raped her that night!

She was instantly terrified, her legs giving way as she sat back down on the chamber pot, a muffled moan escaping her throat. "Beautiful lady, we're truly destined to meet. How about another round of pleasure today?" The man released his grip on her throat and pinched her pale face. "No, no! Please don't hurt me anymore!" Yu Juan pleaded, her voice, usually so melodious, now distorted by fear.

"Enough talk. If you piss me off, it's not worth ruining your beautiful face." The man pulled out a gleaming dagger and brandished it in front of her, clearly trying to intimidate her. "

Just sit there! Come on, little darling, come lick my treasure!" The man's large member, already slightly drooling, veins bulging, and menacingly erect, made Yu Juan quickly close her eyes. A strong, pungent stench of fish and sweat assaulted her nostrils, followed by its forceful insertion into her cherry-like mouth, filling it completely.

Tears of pain welled up in Yu Juan's eyes again. The iron rod thrust in and out relentlessly, sometimes straight, sometimes at an angle, and soon it was pressing tightly against her face, violently churning, making the inside of her mouth ache. With her mouth sealed by the penis, Yu Juan's breathing grew heavy and labored, and she nearly fainted.

Suddenly, the man withdrew his now rock-hard penis, patted her face, and lifted her legs, revealing her white, hairless vulva, which shone brightly. Her panties, already pulled down to her knees, were easily thrust into by the man, disappearing completely with a soft "plop.

" A burning, throbbing pain shot through Juan's lower body. Although she had given birth, her still-tight vagina made her react strongly to every sexual encounter. Yu Juan weakly twisted her delicate body, letting out a soft moan, then began to utter seductive groans. The man lifted her long, slender legs, his waist moving rhythmically in and out.

After a while, he picked Yu Juan up, sitting on the bedpan, letting her sit on top of him, her firm, shapely breasts swaying before his eyes, further stimulating his lust. His penis pressed forcefully against the end of her vagina, grinding incessantly. Yu Juan could no longer control her natural allure, letting out a nightmare-like cry, reaching the peak of her sexual desire at the same time the man ejaculated.

The man withdrew his exhausted penis, casually touching her vulva, and lewdly chuckled, "Baby, you're a natural slut! I'll come find you again another day; I know your place like the back of my hand." "Having said that, he leaned in to kiss Yu Juan's lips, but Yu Juan turned her face away in disgust.

The man snorted and said, 'You filthy bitch, others may not know the shameful things you've done, but I do. You'd better pray that I don't get caught by your husband, otherwise, I'll expose your incestuous affair with your father and ruin your whole family's reputation.' After saying that, he straightened his clothes and strode away.

Hearing these words, Yu Juan felt as if a thunderbolt had struck her in a clear sky; her heart sank, and nothing could terrify her more than this.

The man's words, spoken as he left, still echoed in her ears: 'Didn't your father buy a gun to deal with me? I'm so scared!' Yu Juan sat there blankly for a long time, feeling so tired, so very tired.

'Yu Juan, where have you been? I tried calling you, but you didn't answer your phone. Oh dear, you look so pale.' Liu Hong, who was anxiously searching for her, reached out and touched her forehead. 'Should we go see a doctor?'" "No need, I just feel a little unwell. Let's go back." Yu Juan shook her head. Her head ached terribly, but her heart ached even more.

What to do? What to do? After sending Liu Hong home, on the way back, Yu Juan was filled with worries, her head truly throbbing.

The Chang'an Avenue she drove along seemed so long and distant, the drooping trees on both sides rushing past. Ahead, it seemed a kind voice was calling to her, "Come, child."

Yu Juan smiled, opening her arms, her beautiful face blooming into a radiant flower.

What was that voice? Yu Juan's soul wandered in all directions, with jade flowers dancing and rainbows protecting her. Ah, so she had arrived in heaven.

*** *** *** Tianjiao Group Headquarters.

Thirteen people sat upright, their faces grim. The hall was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

At this moment, the door opened gently, and several people couldn't hold back and immediately stood up, their facial muscles twitching slightly, clearly terrified.

The person who entered was handsome and had a carefree demeanor; it was Tang Fan.

"How is it, Brother Tang? What does Big Brother want to say?" The atmosphere was extremely tense, and all of them felt a severe difficulty breathing. "

Big Brother said he doesn't want to see you! If you don't get that shipment back within three days, don't bother coming back." Tang Fan looked at them coldly, his voice devoid of any anger.

"Heh heh, you know that even if your whole family's lives are sacrificed, it won't undo the damage. Everyone, have some self-respect." He then swept his cold gaze around, shook his head, and left.

Tang Fan had seen Qin Zhongshu's chilling gaze in the general manager's office years ago; it was still as sharp and intimidating as ever. He couldn't help but worry about the fate of those men.

Qin Zhongshu looked at his trembling subordinates on the surveillance camera, and a surge of anger rose within him.The batch of cars that had already cleared customs were hijacked after leaving the dock, a tremendous humiliation for him. Although he had ordered his men to retrieve them, he knew in his heart that he ultimately had to rely on himself. He had already informed both the legitimate and criminal underworld, and estimated that they would find out which group was responsible in the next few days.

He rubbed his forehead, picked up the phone, "Yu Li? Come to me." Yu Li was now the top hostess at the Emperor Hotel, and the only woman he had been with since returning to China.

The woman in the mirror was truly impeccable, with a face like a peach blossom, skin like jade, and a delicate, exquisite figure. While she might seem young, her mature womanly charm was intoxicating.

Yu Li was originally a top student at Peking University. If she hadn't become addicted to drugs, she might now be a top TV host or the general agent for a large foreign company in China. Of course, if she hadn't met Qin Zhongshu, she would have long been thrown into a garbage dump to slowly rot and die.

She gently stroked her smooth skin. Her once neatly combed pubic hair was now disheveled, and despite careful wiping, traces of his cloudy semen still lingered inside her vagina. Her hips still ached.

The intense battle had truly exhausted her. She had to perform convincingly, to be perfect in every way, because she couldn't afford to offend him; she had to put on a smiling face to please him.

The man's name was Shi Donglin, the head of the city's customs office, and the most important person Tianjiao Group needed to cultivate relationships with. The reason she was sent was to handle this tough nut, and now she had finally lived up to expectations.

Thinking about the videotape of that physical fight, which might be being watched closely by her crush, she couldn't help but touch her flushed face, recalling that cold winter night five years ago.

She and Qin Zhongshu were classmates. In her memory, Qin Zhongshu was always so composed and elegant, not talkative, but his words were insightful.

Back then, she didn't think he was anything special; after all, in China's top university, there were too many outstanding students.

Besides, Yu Li was beautiful then, and countless boys were at her feet.

Just when she was at her most triumphant, she met Hou Shiming, a scion of a wealthy family, extravagant and handsome.

Thinking about it now, she couldn't help but feel ashamed. How could she have fallen for such a playboy? Was youth truly a sin?

The price she paid for this was far too high.

She remembered frequently going to upscale entertainment venues with Hou Shiming, dancing in nightclubs, playing golf, racing cars, and eventually using drugs together.

She dropped out of school, becoming a prostitute available to anyone. As long as she received money and some drugs, she would spread her once-noble legs, allowing herself to be trampled and ravaged.

"How could you be so foolish, Yu Li? Come back with me." Qin Zhongshu found Yu Li shivering in a garbage dump in the Xidan subway station in Beijing on a cold winter night. He sent her to compulsory drug rehabilitation, helped her recover, and then sent her abroad. In Paris, she learned various high-class social etiquette and flirting techniques. After returning to China, Yu Li was incredibly charming and elegant, captivating countless people.

But there was only one person, the one she cared about most, who remained indifferent to her as before.

During his time abroad, she missed him day and night, longing for his early return. Although there was no hope of them being together often in this life, even just catching a glimpse of him from afar would excite her for days, filling her with inexplicable joy.

Two clear tears rolled down her unadorned cheeks. After returning to China, Qin Zhongshu had become more mature and composed, but also possessed qualities she hadn't recognized before. His confident eyes sometimes flashed with coldness and loneliness.

Yu Li entered the spacious bathroom, letting the hot water pour down, washing over every part of her body.

Her vulva, though washed countless times, still felt dirty. She squeezed in more shower gel, gently rubbing it. Although it had been penetrated by hundreds of men, it remained tight and moist.

Sex was her job; she knew that if she hadn't dealt with Shi Donglin, Qin Zhongshu wouldn't have come looking for her.

That day, she overheard that a shipment from Tianjiao Group was stuck at customs, and the customs chief, Shi Donglin, was unyielding, threatening to confiscate it.

That very night, outside the Haitian Hotel, she deliberately threw her delicate body against Shi Donglin's oncoming car. Blood splattered onto her pristine white dress. The stunned Shi Donglin, seeing this blood-stained blossom, was instantly captivated, his soul overwhelmed.

"Zhongshu, don't despise me, my heart will always belong to you." Yu Li moaned beneath Qin Zhongshu, speechless, letting the pleasure of lovemaking fill her body.

Only now did she shed her professional affectation. She trembled, arching her beautiful buttocks to meet his thrusts, her slender hands gently caressing his nipples, her starry eyes closed, her lips emitting joyful moans. After a

while, Qin Zhongshu withdrew his penis, sat on the sofa, and closed his eyes slightly. Yu Li knelt, her cherry lips gently moving, already skillfully sucking. The penis trembled in her mouth, undergoing the inspection of her tongue. When the entire penis was inside her mouth, the thick, dark pubic hair brushed against her delicate face.

As her pearly teeth lightly traced the thick, hard penis, Qin Zhongshu felt a strange tremor, and excitement spread from his groin throughout his body.

He said softly, "Come on, let me see you." Her light, soft body sat on his strong thighs, her tight, warm vulva perfectly enveloping his hard penis. A beautiful, luscious face bloomed before him, and her firm, glistening breasts trembled with each thrust, slightly damp with sweat. He felt that he could penetrate her core with every thrust, and the glans felt an extraordinary sensation at the walls—numbness, itching, soreness, and a multitude of sensations washing over him.

"Mmm, mmm, very good, harder, good, so good." He pinched her breasts and gently kissed her full, moist lips. Suddenly, he saw tears welling up in her eyes. "What's wrong? Don't you like me kissing you?" "No, no, I'm so happy. This is the first time you've kissed me. I, I..." Tears of excitement welled up in Yu Li's beautiful eyes again. At this moment, even if she were to die, it wouldn't be in vain.

Just a gentle kiss had moved her so much. Qin Zhongshu couldn't help but feel a little touched. He picked her up and put her on the sofa, wrapped her long, white legs around his waist, thrust his hips forward, their lips intertwined, their saliva flowing freely, tender and affectionate. The general manager's office was filled with the warmth of spring.

"Yu Li, if one day you don't want to do this anymore, just leave. I won't force you." Qin Zhongshu stroked her soft pubic hair. Her lower abdomen was flat, her navel like a star. A thick stream of milky white semen flowed from Yu Li's slender slit. He could ejaculate inside her without worrying about her getting pregnant, because she was no longer able to have children.

"No, I'm willing to do anything for you. I only ask that you take some time to visit me on weekdays. That would make me extremely happy." Yu Li leaned against his strong chest, her soft words filled with a persistent love.

Yu Juan's story continues, chapter 11. "Dad, go back and rest. You haven't rested all day." Liu Zhigang persuaded Zhao Qiang, who insisted on staying to take care of her until the middle of the night, to leave. "Yu Juan is out of danger. Go get some sleep. I'll take care of her."

He was so frightened after hearing about Yu Juan's car accident that he didn't even attend the expanded meeting of the municipal party committee. The woman in front of him was the love of his life. Since their marriage, he had been preoccupied with his career, leaving Yu Juan to shoulder all the household chores without complaint.

Only now, with Yu Juan's tragic death, did he realize the meaning of his life if he were to lose her. With whom would he share his high position and wealth?

Lying in her hospital bed, Yu Juan was like a begonia in spring slumber, serene and beautiful, seemingly untouched by worldly concerns. Zhigang gently stroked her delicate, white hand, still connected to the IV drip. Due to significant blood loss, Yu Juan's already pale face had become strikingly white, almost bloodless, dazzlingly white. Her long eyelashes trembled slightly. Even in her sleep, she remained as young and beautiful as she had been during her time at Peking University.i=37>In the still of the night, Zhigang could still smell her alluring fragrance amidst the medicinal scent filling the room. A sudden surge of inexplicable emotion welled up in his heart. He buried his face in her arms and instantly felt a sense of homecoming—warm and fragrant.

When Yu Juan woke up, it was already the next day. She felt a splitting headache and a sharp pain in her lower left ribs, and couldn't help but groan softly.

"You're awake, Sister Yu Juan, you're so beautiful." Sitting beside her was a beautiful woman Yu Juan had never seen before, with eyes like autumn water and eyebrows like distant mountains, possessing a unique, classical beauty. As she spoke, she peeled an apple, her hands deft and her movements graceful.

Seeing Yu Juan's curious gaze, she smiled slightly and said, "Sister, my name is Yu Li. Zhongshu instructed me to come here to take care of you. He's been busy these past few days and hasn't been able to come see you."

Yu Juan affectionately took her hand and said, "Little sister, you're very beautiful too. Come, let me take a good look at you."

The woman named Yu Li had a cascade of black hair that fell over her slender shoulders, a tall and graceful figure, and a face without makeup, pure and ethereal, making her irresistibly charming.

"Tell me honestly, who is Zhongshu to you? I've never heard him mention me."

"Sister, Zhongshu is my boss, but we were classmates in college." Yu Li smiled faintly, a hint of melancholy flashing across her brows. Her life was hopeless, yet her heart was still filled with lingering affection.

"Oh, then you're my junior sister. How does Zhongshu treat you? If he bullies you, tell me, and I'll stand up for you." Yu Juan couldn't help but hug her affectionately. This woman possessed a natural charm that could evoke pity.

"Sister, how could he bully me? He's very good to me, really. Sister, without Zhongshu, I wouldn't be where I am today." A wave of sadness washed over her. If only he could bully her more often, it would be better than this distant, ambiguous relationship. After that brief meeting, Qin Zhongshu never contacted her again. It was only after hearing about Zhao Yu Juan's accident that he volunteered to take care of her. She always hoped for more excuses to get close to him; even just a few words with him could excite her for days.

The door was gently pushed open, and Zhao Qiang entered. "Why are you sitting up? Why don't you lie down?" He was heartbroken to see Yu Juan sitting up.

"I'm sorry, Uncle Zhao, it's all my fault," Yu Li quickly apologized and tried to help Yu Juan up.

Yu Juan smiled and said, "My dad's like that; it's annoying to always lie down, and I feel fine now. Please sit down."

"No, no, Uncle Zhao is here. I'll go back now. You should rest more," Yu Li got up to leave.

"Dad, you should also take care of yourself. Look at you, your hair is all white." These days, Zhao Qiang had been exhausted and looked much older. Yu Juan felt very sorry for him and gently touched her father's increasingly gray temples.

Zhao Qiang's right hand naturally rested on her slender waist, while his left hand touched her rosy face. He asked with concern, "Does it still hurt? You only have a mild concussion. Luckily, nothing serious happened. Dad really regrets it so much. I shouldn't have bought you that car. You're never allowed to drive yourself again."

"Alright, alright, Dad, you're so nagging." Yu Juan leaned her pretty face lightly on her father's shoulder. Her attachment to her father had been there since childhood, growing stronger with each passing day.

"Mmm, Dad, go in a little deeper."

Yu Juan's eyes were alluring. As her father's flirtatious hands continued to penetrate deeper, a tingling sensation came from the base of her vulva. Her parted flower garden involuntarily flowed out sticky fluid. The constant teasing and twisting of his three fingers made her completely forget the pain in her body.

She trembled and squeezed out intermittent moans, her charming face lifted up, her fragrant tongue slightly protruding. Zhao Qiang understood and took it into his mouth, sucking it gently.

This was a high-class hospital room, a private air-conditioned room, secluded in a quiet corner, elegant and secluded. The fragrance of tall magnolia trees outside seeped through the gauze window, contrasting sharply with Yu Juan's natural scent—one strong, the other delicate. Zhao Qiang felt as if he were in paradise, his mind wandering, lost in thought.

Yu Juan skillfully touched her father's erect penis, already hard as iron, eager to try it out.

She chuckled, "Dad, come in, you look uncomfortable."

"Isn't that a bad idea? What if someone comes in?" Zhao Qiang hesitated, looking around.

"Then, let Juan suck it for you." Yu Juan unzipped his pants, revealing that all-too-familiar penis.

"It's so big, Dad." Yu Juan lowered her head, completely burying his penis. A warm sensation rose from below, and Zhao Qiang trembled. His daughter's delicate hands always made him lose control. She gently bit and sucked, sometimes making long strokes, sometimes deep sucks. After a while, he let out a low growl, and all his semen shot out, filling Yu Juan's small mouth.

After Yu Juan slowly swallowed it, he slowly withdrew. "Juan'er, you've worked so hard." Seeing his daughter's struggling body, he couldn't help but feel uneasy.

"Dad, how could I?" Yu Juan kissed him. "When can I be discharged? It's so boring staying here."

"The doctor said it will be a few more days. Just stay here and don't think about anything else. Be good."

"Yes, my dear father."

********** ...

Liu Zhigang listened intently as Fang Mingcheng reported on the news from Xinjiang. Two bodies, a man and a woman, had been found in an ordinary farmer's house; they were reportedly father-in-law and daughter-in-law.

The father-in-law was named Sun San, and the daughter-in-law was named Xiao Lian. According to the forensic examination, Sun San had been fatally struck in the neck with a single blow. Xiao Lian's death was gruesome; she had been gang-raped before her death. Semen samples were taken from her vagina and anus for testing, confirming her kinship with the Gao brothers.

"Director Liu, the last place the Gao brothers were seen was in Lu'an, Anhui, where they robbed a gold shop and then disappeared. According to the local police, they may have hidden in the Dabie Mountains, where the mountains are high and the forests dense, making their capture very difficult." Fang Mingcheng also looked anxious.

"Alright, you can go now," Liu Zhigang said, taking the files from Fang Mingcheng and waving his hand to signal him to close the door.

He picked up the phone on the table. "Father, I'm in trouble . " **********

... "Second Brother, how dare you show your face! The whole of China is after you, and you still dare to show your face." The man was handsome with sharp eyes, but there was a hint of wickedness in them. He chuckled and said, "I've been raising an army for a thousand days, only to use it for one. Ma San, I'm in trouble today, so I've come to rely on you." "Second Brother, don't say that. What's Ma San's is what's yours. Without you, there would be no Ma San today. I'll never forget your kindness." Ma San held the man's hand, tears welling up in his cloudy, triangular eyes. "Where's Big Brother? I heard he's out. How is he?" "Heh, don't even mention it. He's injured, a gunshot wound. It's not easy to treat." The man said bitterly. "I have a shipment to sell right now. You need to arrange it. Big Brother needs money to treat his wound." Ma San said, "Okay, I'll arrange it. I can get some money from you first. How much do you need?" He moved quickly and closed the shop door. "My brothers and I are entrusting our lives to you today, so don't betray us." "Second Brother, what are you saying? I, Ma San, am not the kind of person who would forget kindness. Come on, I'll take you to see the place." Ma San couldn't help but feel a little aggrieved. He closed the door and led out the second-hand Chongqing motorcycle.

********************************************** Qin Zhongshu pressed his palm onto the painting "Ladies Bathing," revealing a small door behind the screen. He nodded, and Tang Fei followed him into the hidden room.

Though called a hidden room, it was actually resplendent and magnificent.

To Tang Fei's astonishment, it was practically a massive armory. Two rows of light and heavy weapons were displayed, a wide variety of types.

Qin Zhongshu pointed to some weapons neatly packed and ready to be packed beside him, introducing them: "This is the Steyr/M203, extremely accurate, ergonomically designed, and equipped with a grenade launcher; the AUG (Armee Unifier Salgewehr), a top-tier assault rifle.

This is the M249, a hand-held light machine gun that can provide powerful fire support for infantry squad operations.

And this is the JACKHAMMER, the 'hand-held drill' pre-loaded revolver makes it more powerful than ordinary rifles.

And these others, take a look: the UAR, due to its highly effective waterproof design, it's particularly suitable for underwater attacks; the OICW, although slightly heavier than other assault rifles, its high accuracy, robustness, and lethality make it an ideal weapon among DFLWs." This is the M4/MK, the most popular model this year. It's lightweight and highly accurate, derived from the larger M16 design, incorporating an M870 rifle under the barrel. You can try this M40; it's based on the Remington 700 design, particularly suitable for precision shooting, and comes with a 10x scope. This is the M82A1, suitable for long-range attacks on solid targets, equipped with a 14x scope. I can give it to you if you want.

This is the AK-47, a well-designed and easy-to-operate weapon, the preferred weapon for many Warsaw Pact armies. The Abu Sayyaf guerrillas in the Philippines mainly ordered this type of light weapon.

Tang Fei's eyes lit up, and he shouted, "Brother, only deals like this can be considered masterful! Hehe, a big spender!" He was practically worshipping him, his excitement overflowing.

"This shipment needs to be shipped out of international waters tomorrow. You're in charge of escorting it. Remember, the goods must be with you, understand?"

"Yes, brother, I will definitely complete the mission."

************ The waning crescent moon hung in the sky like a sickle, its pale silver light spilling across the ground.

Crickets chirped in the grass. The courtyard in the night was exceptionally quiet and harmonious, like a miniature paradise. 02-07 Chapter Six

Following Secretary Liu Wushi's instructions, Yu Juan was specially arranged to stay in this high-class villa reserved for "special" individuals. This was partly for her to recuperate, and partly for her safety. According to the Public Security Bureau's report, before the Gao brothers were apprehended, Liu Zhigang's family, as the Public Security Bureau Chief, had to receive special protection.

This was exactly what Yu Juan wanted; recalling the thief's parting words, she trembled with fear.

These past few days, Yu Juan had been unable to sleep at night, waking up in the middle of the night drenched in cold sweat, looking even more haggard.

At this moment, the courtyard was quiet, but her heart was surging with emotions. She had just received a greeting from Qin Zhongshu; he would come to visit tomorrow morning. Recalling his fiery enthusiasm and ardent gaze, a ripple of emotion stirred within her. A young woman's heart always stirs more intensely in the quiet of the night.

Zhigang had been mysteriously busy these past few days, and the way he looked at her when he returned seemed somewhat strange. She wondered if he had discovered something. Thinking of these things, Yujuan felt uneasy, tears welling in her alluring phoenix eyes.

********************************** As one of the first beneficiaries of reform and opening up, Wang Weiguang understood how to bide his time. The business world was like a battlefield; knowing how to advance and retreat, and how to avoid danger, was essential to remaining undefeated.

Therefore, at the height of his success, he retired from business and opened the New Century Hotel. Although not a star-rated hotel, its fundamental purpose was to provide a venue for negotiations, and the benefits of acting as an intermediary were not for outsiders to know.

That day, he was on high alert, as neither side in the negotiations were easy to deal with. He hurriedly brought in several skilled individuals from overseas to maintain order and protect the negotiation environment—essential for anyone in this line of work.

A middle-aged man in a high-end Pierre Cardin suit and gold-rimmed glasses sat leisurely on an Italian leather sofa, sipping a refreshing Cuban coffee. A glamorous woman held his arm affectionately beside him.

After a while, Wang Weiguang, sporting a beer belly, entered with a lean young man. He greeted him with a forced smile, "President Tang, this is…"

Before he could finish, the middle-aged man waved his hand, saying, "No need for introductions. Anyone who doesn't recognize President Qin Zhongshu of Tianjiao Group shouldn't be here. You can leave now." He arrogantly waved Wang Weiguang out, then casually sat back down on the sofa, showing no intention of getting up.

Wang Weiguang looked at Qin Zhongshu somewhat awkwardly, but Qin Zhongshu calmly said, "Brother Wang, it's alright, you can go out first." They had agreed beforehand not to bring anyone else. But seeing this man break the agreement, he had violated the rules of the underworld.

"President Tang, we're straightforward people, so I won't beat around the bush. You should know what we're going to talk about today, so please give me a clear answer." Qin Zhongshu got straight to the point.

"I don't understand what you're talking about, President Qin. Please explain more clearly." President Tang feigned ignorance, calmly touching his coffee to his lips.

Qin Zhongshu's eyes narrowed, a flash of murderous intent crossing his face, before he regained his composure.

He said calmly, "I don't understand, Mr. Tang. There are rules in the underworld. You can't deny that you had someone move my goods."

Mr. Tang laughed and said, "Mr. Qin, I did have someone move a batch of goods at Chunshui Wharf that day, but those were my own goods, not yours. Mr. Qin, you need to be clear about that." Seeing that Qin Zhongshu was sitting quietly without making a sound, he continued, "I want to ask Mr. Qin, where did you get this batch of goods? You should know very well! Forty-three Crown cars, all from Hong Kong, right? But if I don't tell you, Mr. Qin will definitely not be convinced." He paused

, took out a package from his pocket and threw it in front of Qin Zhongshu, suddenly pulling out some photos from the package, which were indeed of this batch of cars.

"Our company painstakingly prepared these goods, and we were already working on getting them to the mainland from Hong Kong, but they were robbed. Who is behind this? Mr. Qin, could you tell me? It's like the mantis stalking the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind. Mr. Qin, let me tell you, I am the oriole, do you understand?" With that, he laughed triumphantly.

Qin Zhongshu, looking at his arrogant demeanor, coldly said, "Success makes you king, failure makes you a bandit. Since it's come to this, what more is there to say? Alright, let's leave it at that. I'll take my leave." At

the Tianjiao Group headquarters,

Qin Zhongshu's desk displayed some photos. "I never imagined the Japanese Red Army would rise again. I thought that with Shigenobu Fusako's arrest, the Red Army had vanished. It seems they're raising funds for their operation. Do you know the origins of the Red Army?"

Zhang Wan, Tang Fei, and the others standing before him shook their heads.

"The Japanese Red Army is one of the most notorious far-left armed organizations in the world. Its members are mainly left-wing students who take Mao Zedong Thought as their orthodoxy. Their program is to establish a communist working-class world and overthrow imperialism and capitalism! After being suppressed, some went to the Middle East, and some went to Taiwan. I never imagined that Tang Sancai was one of their people."

Qin Zhongshu introduced the origins of the Red Army with great enthusiasm, and sighed, "Okamoto Kozo is their spiritual leader, and also a hero and idol of the Palestinian liberation movement and left-wing armed organizations around the world. Let's not provoke them now, let's put this matter aside."

"Brother, are we just going to let it go like this? That's a deal worth tens of millions." Zhang Wan, the general manager's assistant, was somewhat unconvinced. He had handled this batch of goods, which he obtained through a black market robbery in Hong Kong.

“Zhang Wan, you should consider your opponents before making a move. Do you think the Red Army Brigade is easy to mess with? I think we should let it go this time.” Qin Zhongshu’s tone was somewhat helpless.

Zhang Wan said somewhat aggrievedly, “Brother, how would I know they have the Red Army Brigade behind them? Besides, are we afraid of them?”

Qin Zhongshu stood up, took a few steps, and said, “This matter ends here. Everyone, focus on other things. Don’t mention it in front of me again, understand?”

Zhang Wan and the others quickly stood up and said , “Yes, we’ll listen to you, brother.” After watching them leave, Qin Zhongshu sat on the sofa and thought for a long time. He picked up the phone and dialed a number. “ Third brother, sharpen your claws. I need you to do something.” ********** ... "Are you settling in well here? Should I call Yu Li to keep you company?" A simple silk nightgown accentuated Yu Juan's delicate beauty in the quiet room; no amount of flowers could surpass her fragrance or beauty. "It's alright. How's Yu Li? I haven't seen her for days." Yu Juan handed him a cup of Dongting Biluochun tea, its aroma intoxicating and refreshing. "Excellent tea! This is 'Terrifying Fragrance'!" Qin Zhongshu took a small sip, praising it highly. Yu Juan smiled, "Indeed, Zhongshu, you're quite the expert! How have you learned so much at such a young age?" Qin Zhongshu looked at the beautiful woman before him, feeling somewhat bewildered. He was usually confident in his composure and decisiveness, but for some reason, he couldn't maintain his composure in front of Yu Juan. He took out a beautifully packaged item. "This is Xiangyun yarn, a gift for you. It's extinct in the market now." Yu Juan took it and looked at it, saying, "Don't always buy me things. Do we need to be so polite?" Her tone was a mix of reproach and delight. "Actually, it's nothing. Yujuan, you're always careful when you drive, how could you have been in a car accident?" Qin Zhongshu gazed into her bright, sparkling eyes, noticing a faint melancholy between her brows—something that shouldn't be there. Yujuan blushed, falling silent, a complex expression flickering across her face—shame, panic, and fear. Qin Zhongshu held her delicate, gentle hands, earnestly saying, "If you have any worries, just tell me. You know, I'm willing to do anything for you, even murder or arson." A flicker of confusion and unease crossed Yujuan's eyes. Her face flushed, she lowered her head, her small feet crossing over each other. "Zhongshu, you're not an outsider. If I don't tell you, I really don't know who else to tell." She finally mustered her courage; after all, this matter needed to be resolved! ********** ... Ma San and his caretaker Pang Zu were sworn brothers. Whenever Pang Zu hunted some game, he would always invite Ma San to his place for a few drinks. On this particular day, the sky was clear and the wind was gentle, a truly beautiful sight. Ma San led three men in. "Brother Pang, these are my sworn brothers from before. Their surname is Gao. This is Brother Gao the First, Brother Gao the Second, and Brother Gao the Fourth." He introduced them, pointing to the three men. "Brother Gao the First, this is my buddy, Pang Zu. You can stay here for the next few days." Pang Zu, with his small, bleary eyes, said, "Since they're Ma San's brothers, they're my brothers too. Come on, buddy, how about a few drinks?" The more refined-looking man smiled and said, "Brother Pang is a straightforward man. Come on, I, Gao the Second, will drink a few with you. My eldest brother is injured and can't drink, so I'll drink with you in his place." The burly man next to him said anxiously, "Second brother, what about me? I haven't had any of that stuff for days, and my mouth tastes bland." Pang Zu laughed loudly, "Good, that's great! You're a good man. Come on, Old Pang, I'll drink with you." “Wife, go and withdraw that 30,000 yuan. I need it urgently.” Ma San stirred his wife, who was lying on the bed. “Don’t sleep anymore. You go do today’s business. I don’t have time.” His wife sat up abruptly and cursed, “Where did those wild men come from? They’re worth your time. Look at yourself now, you look like a slave.” Suddenly, with a “slap,” Ma San slapped his wife, making her see stars. He cursed, “Damn it, when did it become your place to tell me what to do? You dare to insult my brother? You’re asking for it!” His wife burst into tears, lunged at Ma San, and struggled with him, cursing, “You ungrateful Ma San! Don’t you remember how destitute you were when you came to Tianhe Town? If it weren’t for my family taking pity on you, you would have been a beggar long ago. You heartless, damned dog! I’m going home. Let my brothers deal with you!” She had many brothers, so she always stood tall in front of him. Ma San was just an outsider who came here seven years ago penniless. If it weren't for his special skill: making wontons, she wouldn't have taken a liking to him. Seeing her exasperated look, Ma San quickly patted her shoulder and said, "Alright, alright, I apologize. They were all my benefactors before. Now that they're in trouble, they've come to me for help. I can't be ungrateful, can I?" "What did they do? Are they fugitives?" "No, no, there's a crackdown going on right now. They're just trying to lay low." "That's fine then. I won't allow you to associate with any criminals." "Yes, of course, of course. My husband would never be that kind of person." With that, he reached his hands inside her bra. This woman never wore a bra to sleep, letting her large breasts rest heavily on her chest. They were her assets, her pride. If you were to talk about breasts, they were the biggest in Tianhe Town. They were like sacks of milk; if you squeezed them, they could suffocate someone. "You damned devil, get up here and scratch my itch." The woman smiled and casually unbuckled her belt, revealing her hairy vulva. Her libido was extremely strong, so Ma San was somewhat intimidated by her. It seemed he'd have to risk his life to curry favor with her today. "Wife, you're so horny, look how wet you are. Come on, let your husband give you a taste of your own medicine." Ma San quickly took off his clothes and lay down on the bed. "Give your husband a blowjob first, and you'll be begging for mercy later." "Pah, I wish you could do that." His wife's mouth, neither too big nor too small, immediately took his penis in. Her vulva opened, hovering above his face, clearly showing the bushy pubic hair, the two purplish-black labia parted, revealing the dark red flesh inside—Ma San was all too familiar with it. He stuck out his tongue and probed into the dark cavern. A pungent, fishy smell assaulted his nostrils. He couldn't understand why women smelled so different; some, though pungent, had a pleasant aroma, while others made him want to vomit. Soon, semen flowed from the vulva, not much, but enough to make him choke. He struggled to breathe. His penis, already hard from the woman's licking, was rock hard. He rolled over, pinning her beneath him, pressing her breasts together, his long, hard penis thrusting in and out. He'd seen it called "breast sex" in an obscene magazine. The woman beneath him made incoherent moans, clearly lost in the release of desire. Ma San pulled out his member and plunged it into the countless vaginas he'd had before. The friction and the echoing moans in his ears quickly disarmed him, and he surrendered. "Pah, useless fellow. Don't you dare try to act tough in front of me again." Ma San lay on the bed, somewhat helplessly. A thought quickly flashed through his mind: Right, that's it…

"Is there anything else you need to tell me, Yujuan?" Qin Zhongshu was already barely containing his anger. "Do you want to die, or live?"

Yujuan's face flushed crimson with embarrassment. She was at the peak of her maturity, and the allure of a young woman was indescribable. Telling a man about her humiliation was no easy task.

"It's nothing, but don't believe anything that person says." Yujuan hesitated for a long time before finally managing to squeeze out a sentence. After a pause, she slowly added, "There are some things I don't want Zhigang to know too much about. I'm afraid he can't handle it."

Qin Zhongshu helped her into the chair and said, "Don't worry, I won't let that person say a single word!" He already understood Yujuan's concerns; that person must have some leverage over her.

"Zhongshu, I really don't know how to thank you, I, I..." Yu Juan breathed a sigh of relief. For days, this matter had been bottled up inside her, unspoken, a pain she could only bear silently, pushing her already fragile heart to the brink of collapse.

Qin Zhongshu looked at her with boundless affection. Yu Juan before him was pitiful, like a little bird clinging to someone, her voice sweet and alluring.

"Yu Juan, only when you are well, am I truly well. As long as you are happy, anything I do is worthwhile!"

Bright tears streamed down Yu Juan's face, like night dew, like morning pearls, like a dream, like an illusion.

Yu Juan's story continues in chapter 12: "Ah, no..." A alluring young woman was being pressed down on the sofa, her skirt pulled down to her heels, her firm breasts swaying in front of her, incredibly tempting.

To make matters worse, she hadn't been wearing underwear when she arrived, intending to put on some here, but she had been caught red-handed. Her dark pubic hair was neatly arranged over her vulva, and the long slit was now being relentlessly dug into by fingers; the discomfort was unimaginable. She was both ashamed and afraid. Ashamed that a perfectly healthy person was being wantonly violated here without daring to speak out; afraid that she didn't know what would happen to her, whether they would call the police, and most afraid that it would be reported to her workplace, causing her to lose the job she had worked so hard to find. At this moment, she was filled with regret.

"Please, don't touch there..." Her full buttocks were pinched until they were bruised and purple, and worst of all, her anus was being teased with a paperclip, causing an unbearable itch. In this strange torment, she writhed rapidly...

A few knocks on the door interrupted Chen Lie's good deed. He was about to grope the beautiful young woman who dared to steal bras and panties from the supermarket. As the head of security at Huadu Shopping Mall, he always had priority in this regard. The other employees were waiting next door.

"Who is it? What do you want?" he shouted impatiently.

The door opened by itself, and the person outside, equally impatient, entered. Chen Lie opened his eyes and saw a capable-looking young stranger.

"Who are you? Did I call you in?" Chen Lie was furious. Who dared to be so arrogant?

"You must be the head of security here. I need to talk to you about something. Please take care of it." The man spoke without any politeness, not even glancing at Chen Lie.

"Give me the CCTV footage from August 25th. Do you hear me?"

Chen Lie was about to deliver a fatal blow when the man pointed a gleaming dagger at his heart.

"I'll dig out your heart and see if it's red or black. How about that?" The man pushed the knife forward, and Chen Lie felt a sharp pain.

"No, no, sir, let's talk this out. You know this is illegal. Put the knife down!"

He was terrified. "Sir, we have no past grievances, no recent feuds. What do you need to say? You don't need to use a knife." He was somewhat annoyed and resentful. Despite being a former armed police officer, he was being held captive and unable to move.

"Alright then, go get it."

The man indeed put down the knife. This was a golden opportunity. Chen Lie executed a "flip-kick," a backward kick. He had used this move to subdue some of his defiant followers years ago.

Just then, a sharp pain shot through his groin. His penis had been kicked squarely. The excruciating pain spread throughout his body. Just as he was about to scream, another kick struck his chin, and he immediately passed out.

"Sir, take me away, please."

The young woman was amazed and envious of the man's agile skills. "I'm not one of their people, I am..." She hesitated to speak.

"I know you're a thief! Here's what we'll do: help me find the videotapes, and I'll take you away."

The man smiled slightly, opened the cabinet door, and waved for the young woman to help him find the large pile of videotapes.

******************** "This is a video Tang Fei brought back from Huadu. Take a look, is it him?" Qin Zhongshu sat next to Yu Juan, his eyes fixed on the thin, shifty-eyed man on the screen. The man on the screen was furtively peeking around, then twisting the doorknob of the women's restroom, looking rather suspicious.

"Yes, it's him." Yu Juan blushed. The time on the screen was exactly that day, August 25th, 9:23 AM—yes, around that time.

Qin Zhongshu sat upright, showing no sign of anything amiss. She couldn't help but feel grateful and glanced at him.

"Let's have lunch together, just the two of us."

"Okay, I'll try your cooking. Come to my place another day, I'll cook you Western food."

"Okay, you must make it." Yu Juan's beautiful eyes sparkled, her smile enchanting.

"Next, I've already had people investigate the whereabouts of those stolen goods. If he really is that master thief, he'll have to sell the stolen goods; he won't escape!"

Qin Zhongshu looked out at the blue sky and white clouds, his mind filled with countless thoughts. He drank the city's most famous mineral water, its coolness refreshing and helping him concentrate.

Yu Juan was somewhat incredulous. They had only known each other for a short time, but the feeling between them felt like it had lasted a very long time.

She had had many fantasies, wanting to have her own "prince," with a voice as soft as velvet, gentle as flowing water.

His frequent appearances broke her stagnant silence. Suddenly, she felt dizzy and helpless, as if lost on a path of lust, while the compass had magically disappeared from her limited vision.

“Let me get you some more water.” He smiled slightly as her hand gently touched his, then without warning, he took her trembling hand.

His thumb circled her palm slowly.

“So warm.” His voice was indeed as soft as a swan’s. He stopped circling his thumb and then lifted her still trembling hand to his lips, kissing the spot where he had just touched her.

The kiss spread quickly across her palm, its tremor felt throughout her body.

Yu Juan’s heart seemed to go numb for a moment, yet the hormones within her were burning fiercely. Between her legs, her hairless vulva seemed to sense something as well.

Qin Zhongshu’s tongue moved, accompanied by her subconscious moans. The fantasies she had had in her girlhood came flooding back—her prince! She was lying on a bed covered with a velvet quilt, and the prince’s face was pressed between her spread legs. It all seemed so vivid in her mind. Yu Juan felt dizzy. She screamed, “No, please, no…”

She pulled her hand away and leaned weakly against the wall.

"Why not?" Qin Zhongshu slowly reached out and placed his fingers on her flushed cheeks. "You know how much I want you, Yujuan. I love you. Do you know how painful it is for me to suffer day and night?"

His fingers traced her cheeks and chin, then without hesitation slid down to her neck. Reason and emotion churned in Yu Juan's mind, while the rising and spreading desire made her body weak. She gasped for breath as he opened her blouse, revealing her breasts encased in lace.

"Yu Juan, I'm going to die. The first time I saw you, I knew I would die in front of you one day."

His deep, dark eyes stared into her almost pleading gaze as he squeezed her firm breasts.

"You're so beautiful! Every morning when I wake up, the first thing I think of is your beautiful face. I have to touch myself because I can't touch you! I keep thinking about how wonderful it will feel when I slip into your comfortable body! You're so wet, so hot, I'm going crazy, you know?" He murmured his longing and love into her ear.

Yu Juan could no longer suppress the surging desire; she instinctively opened her warm lips to welcome his passionate invasion.

When exactly did it begin, that he had completely taken control of her? She didn't know the exact time, but he had suddenly become her master without any reason.

Yu Juan slumped onto the sofa, her eyes closed. She felt him pushing her skirt up her thighs, all the way to her buttocks. She dared not look down, knowing her panties were twisted and squeezed between her labia. Instinctively, she began to move her body, swaying her genitals in a wave-like motion in front of him, up and down, like an Arabian belly dancer.

This was the most lewd thing she had ever done, something she had never dared to imagine before, but now she couldn't stop herself.

Qin Zhongshu lifted her deeply tucked panties and rhythmically pulled them back and forth over her swollen clitoris, causing her to tremble involuntarily again. The already soaked fabric clung evilly to her tender skin, to her most sensitive area. After a while, she felt a cool sensation, knowing that her glistening vulva was undoubtedly naked and exposed.

“Oh, God!” she groaned softly, letting out a cry as his fingers entered her vagina.

His movements were indescribably gentle, yet still an invasion, still with a beautiful and shameful roughness. His face was so close to hers that she could feel his heavy breathing.

“Relax, Juan,” he nibbled at her small earlobe, “Let me in.”

A second finger followed, and they swirled together within her tight vulva.

Juan’s eyelids felt heavy as mountains, and with each breath, her clitoris throbbed and pulsated with what she felt was the most engorged she had ever been.

When she slowly opened her eyes, she saw her prince kneeling reverently between her legs, her hairless, smooth vulva like a sacred totem of an ancient tribe, and he was worshipping her. She could no longer close her eyes.

She watched in a daze as he extended his long, pink tongue. She felt a soft, warm touch, a wonderful connection with her clitoris, gently squeezing it, bringing her to another orgasm that almost stopped her heart.

He moved his tongue rapidly, and her sobs turned into intermittent, weak screams. The wonderful stimulation piled up, pushing her to her limit. She fell into a powerful, soft darkness, a sweet fainting spell preventing her from collapsing.

She vaguely remembered his hands on her ankles, spreading her long, slender legs into a beautiful arch, revealing her magical vulva. Then his fingers parted her labia, like a blooming orchid. She also seemed to remember the rustling of clothes, followed by a heavy, powerful masculine breathing sound, and an erect penis entering her long-awaited body.

For many years, Lin Xiaokai had continued his consistent sales network, sailing smoothly without ever failing on this path. The goods he handled that went abroad were diverse, but mostly antiques, and his biggest client was undoubtedly Fang Feihong.

"Old Fang, long time no see. I heard you've retired from the trade and are now doing legitimate business," Lin Xiaokai said warmly, taking his hand. "How are you? Want to go back? Business has been pretty good lately."

Losing this biggest partner was a significant loss for him.

Fang Feihong stood quietly, with four men in suits behind him, wearing sunglasses and unsmiling.

"Brother Lin, I heard you recently shipped a batch of goods to Hong Kong. Did you find a six-line CM vase made in Beijing, with an iron inlay inside the base? Please tell me the truth." He pulled out a photograph from his pocket; the vase had a six-line, three-section design, a black base, and was dignified and elegant.

Lin Xiaokai looked at him suspiciously for a long time before saying, "Old Fang is one of us, so I won't lie to you. I do have one. I thought it was good, so I paid 20,000." He had a bad feeling when he bought it, a premonition of trouble; he hadn't expected this to happen.

Fang Feihong smiled slightly and said, "Since we're on the same side, I don't need to be polite. Just tell me who gave you this stuff, and that's it." He patted Lin Xiaokai's shoulder. "I know you're in a difficult position. There are rules in this business, but you also know that I wouldn't come to you unless it was absolutely necessary."

Lin Xiaokai was still stammering, quite embarrassed. He spread his hands and said, "Old Fang, if this gets out, I can forget about doing business anymore. You're really putting me in a difficult position."

"Brother Lin, if you don't tell me, business will be even worse. You're really putting your older brother in a difficult position." Fang Feihong's eyes revealed a strong murderous intent. "You know what? If I can't complete this task, let's keep each other company

on Yin Quan Road. You can reserve a good spot for me there, how about that?" ********** ...

His teasing fingers drove her wild, all her senses focused between her legs, an insatiable excitement burning through her body.

"Ah, good brother, you're so good..." He lowered his head to kiss her crotch, his fingers still rubbing her thick, dark labia, causing her to tremble all over.

That day, Ma San brought her here, saying it was to introduce her to his brothers, and then he rode off on his motorcycle.

Gao An carefully parted her labia, seeing her delicate, tender pink labia for the first time. He loved to tease her, until she couldn't wait any longer, a thin trickle of fluid seeped from her narrow vaginal opening, her clitoris not yet erect.

The cool, delicate fingers touching her taut muscles reminded her of previous men, including her husband. Besides disappointment and frustration, those men had no skill in lovemaking, nothing compared to this burly man before her.

"Please, brother, come on up, I'm so itchy!" Ma San's wife cried out excitedly, her moans turning into cries of pain as Gao An's swollen, hard penis entered her. Her voluptuous body seemed to be bobbing on the crest of a wave, sparks of pleasure flying within her. Her hips swayed in rhythm with his thrusts, the gasps of pleasure from the exertion echoing along the shores of Qingcao Lake.

Gao An waited until his thick semen gushed out, filling the woman beneath him, who was now ecstatic, before letting out a low, beast-like growl.

At that moment, Gao Qian and Gao Jin walked in, their faces beaming as they looked at the two men slumped on the ground. Gao Jin pulled down his pants, revealing a long penis hanging from his groin. Although it wasn't erect yet, it was enough to make the woman's face contort with fear. Gao Jin grabbed her hair and forced her to open her mouth. His terrifying penis was already inserted into her warm mouth, reaching deep into her throat, making her choke and tears stream down her face.

His penis quickly hardened, and without any foreplay, Gao Jin hoisted her two large legs onto his shoulders and thrust forward violently, lifting her entire body. Her vagina was filled to the brim, and a burning, stifling heat and itching pain surged through her body.

"It's too long, I'm going to die!" She could no longer cry out. Under his powerful thrusts, her soul seemed to leave her body. Each impact to her clitoris made her scream uncontrollably, her whole body trembling violently. Gradually, she felt she couldn't bear it anymore. Intense pain spread from her vulva throughout her body, and she cried incoherently, her face unrecognizable.

****************************************** As the representative of the Japanese Itono Trading Co., Ltd. in China, Tang Sancai enjoyed a life of luxury, with cars, villas, money, and beautiful women.

This time, in order to successfully close a big deal, he specially went to Russia to investigate, returning with a full haul, including a blonde, blue-eyed Russian girl.

She was indeed a rare beauty: her skin was fair with a rosy glow, her full breasts were high and firm, and her pink, hard nipples stubbornly expressed the passion surging within a young girl. Most alluring were her eyes, as blue as the Mediterranean Sea.

Tang Sancai stared at her, yearning to be submerged in her fragrant and alluring body, a virgin territory, untouched and uncultivated by any man. He longed to charge into that green meadow, to hear her moans and cries beneath him.

Before she even understood what was happening, he already had a gauze scarf in his hand. He forced her to kneel before him, ignoring her resistance and cries, pried open her mouth, stuffed the scarf inside, and tied it behind her head. Then he pulled out a leather belt and whipped her as she struggled and whimpered. Seeing her body covered in bruises, her heavy, labored breathing, and the indistinct cries from her throat only excited him more. He picked up a toothpick and used it to poke at the delicate skin around her anus.

"Ah..." In this strange torment, she twisted her beautiful body rapidly, especially as his middle finger slowly penetrated her anus, intensely stimulating her already dazed nerves. He began to caress her labia, stroking the pale yellow curls around her still-virgin vulva.

She screamed, her body convulsing, swaying like she was having a seizure. He put one nipple in his mouth, gently biting it, while pinching the other nipple with his thumb. Her breathing became rapid and heavy, and low moans escaped from her gagged mouth.

He untied the gauze from her mouth; it was time to enjoy those full, rosy lips. She had never thought of using her life to defend her chastity, because she was a sex slave he had bought from someone else for half a million US dollars.

When he withdrew his impatient penis, he pressed the large glans against her already everted labia and thrust inside. A tearing pain made her bite down hard on the gauze. "No, my God!"

With his powerful thrusts, she trembled with him, passively but slowly being drawn into the rhythm.

Then Tang Sancai started playing with her anus again. She was just his toy, his tool for gratification, a commodity he had bought with his money.

He gripped her still swollen buttocks and slammed in, thrusting slowly and gently, while stroking her clitoris. Her anus was incredibly tight, gripping his swollen penis. He excitedly held her thighs and continued to pound into her until he ejaculated a thick stream of semen.

He collapsed to the ground, panting, feeling completely relaxed and exhilarated. Just then, something cold pressed against his forehead. "My elder brother asked me to greet you, Mr. Tang."

Tang Sancai opened his eyes in fright. The person in front of him had a wrinkled face, was only three feet tall, and was a dwarf. (

Yu Juan's Story Sequel 13)

"Ma San, you damned bastard, look who they are!"

Ma San's wife held up a wanted poster in front of him, which prominently featured the photos of the Gao brothers.

She had gone to the county town to visit her fourth uncle these past few days and unexpectedly discovered that those people were wanted criminals. She was terrified and rushed back to find Ma San.

Ma San quickly covered her mouth and whispered, "Since you knew, why are you still shouting like that? Are you looking for death?"

Ma San's wife stared wide-eyed, suddenly realizing, "So you, you scoundrel, only just realized they were wanted criminals, and you hid them here! You're causing us trouble! I'm not finished with you! You damned bastard, you want me, me, and them..." Her face suddenly turned even redder, the feeling of ecstasy vividly flashing before her eyes.

"Weren't you having a good time? Look at your wanton appearance." Ma San looked at this shameless woman with disdain. That day, he took her to Qingcao Lake and left under an excuse. Sure enough, when they returned, this woman was already quickly lying between those men, moaning happily.

Ma San hated women to the core.

Years ago, Ma San's mother committed adultery and poisoned her husband, a fact witnessed by Ma San when he was only ten years old.

Later, he endured until he was eighteen, then sought help from his classmate Gao Ping to kill the adulterous couple, which is why he fled to Tianhe Town.

"Who did you tell about this?" Ma San asked the still-cursing woman.

"I told my older brother. What's wrong with a bunch of murderers? Is it worth risking your life for them?"

Ma San stopped chopping meat, a flash of murderous intent crossing his face, gone in an instant.

********** "Many foreigners say Chinese men can't cook, but that's a misconception." Qin Zhongshu held a napkin with two vibrant green vegetables on it.

Who exactly is he? Yu Juan leaned against the kitchen doorframe, secretly pondering this man. Her beautiful eyes darted around; this man with immense wealth could operate with such skill and ease in the traditional domain of Chinese women—the kitchen.

"After graduating from Peking University, I went to Germany. My proudest achievement was learning a nearly lost craft,"

Qin Zhongshu said, smiling slightly as he looked at her. "How to properly mix salad? Many people think it's simple, but they're completely wrong. In central Germany, it's made sweet, tasting like a distorted dessert. In northern Germany, housewives even use salad oil—that stuff is only supposed to be used to wipe door locks."

Yu Juan listened quietly, her heart calmer than ever before. She didn't know why, but being with him gave her an indescribable sense of joy and security.

She loved watching his fluid movements, loved listening to his soft, velvety voice. When she handed him a glass bowl and a salad-making utensil, her hand accidentally brushed against his slender fingers, and a sweet sensation washed over her.

"...The salad must never touch metal utensils," Qin Zhongshu said as he demonstrated. "When making the dressing, take a little pepper, a little salt, a teaspoon of hot mustard, and a hard-boiled egg. Chop the egg, add cilantro, plenty of scallions, and then four tablespoons of genuine Italian olive oil. Yujuan, do you prefer it sour or sweet...?"

Just then, the video doorbell rang. On the screen was a tall, burly man with short hair—one of Qin Zhongshu's henchmen.

As a master thief, he always adhered to his master's teachings, choosing a place teeming with all sorts of people as his hideout. In such places, everyone was only concerned with themselves and wouldn't pay attention to others. And when he needed to vent his lust, finding a prostitute was the safest option.

When he saw Lihua lying naked on the bed, her legs spread wide, revealing a thick patch of dark hair, he thought, "Different, truly different. A whore is a whore; how can she compare to her?"

For the past few days, he had been lingering in the place that had once thrown him into turmoil. There, a stunning beauty resided, her skin delicate and fair, her pubic area smooth and hairless—what an intoxicating place!

But the prostitute before him was covered in thick, unruly pubic hair, obscuring her vulva that drove men wild. He was utterly disappointed. With a flick of his wrist, he produced a razor.

"Lihua, I'll give you another five hundred dollars if you let me shave off that awful hair, how about it?"

A greedy glint flashed in Lihua's eyes, followed by a lewd laugh. "Add another two hundred dollars, or don't come at all."

"Alright, whatever you say."

Lihua was overjoyed. Today she had met a generous customer.

She often encountered men who enjoyed perverted things, and now it was just shaving pubic hair—something she'd been finding annoying lately. Now someone was offering to help, and even paying her out of pocket—why not?

Then, the cool shaving liquid was applied, and quickly, her thick, dark pubic hair was neatly shaved off.

He leered at her soft labia, his fingers lightly tapping her trembling clitoris, and Lihua instantly let out a wanton moan. The man's eyes gleamed, and he took a few steps back. Although he was thin, once he took off his underwear, it was not small; a long, thin penis stood erect and eager. Lihua

straddled his shoulders with her two large legs, and when the hot glans "plop" entered her vagina, she let out another professional moan.

"Oh, my good brother, you're so good... I'm going to die..." Her

plump buttocks lifted sharply, and with a "smack," the two began to fuck each other like dry tinder.

They didn't notice that someone outside the window was watching their every move with high-powered binoculars.

The image still showed the man who had once brought her immense humiliation. He was thin, with beady eyes, and stood in front of an exquisite house, looking around suspiciously.

Yu Juan turned her face away in disgust. "I never want to see this man again!"

she choked out, her delicate body leaning weakly against the white sofa back like a rose.

Qin Zhongshu gently patted her slightly thin shoulder with boundless affection, saying, "It seems this lad has been 'scouting' your residence these past few days. Heh heh, that's a major taboo in their line of work. Yu Juan, you're so beautiful. This lad has tasted the sweetness and seems to have fallen for you."

"Tch, what are you saying? I'll get angry with you!" Yu Juan playfully slapped him, a blush spreading across her fair face.

“I’m sorry, don’t be angry, I meant it.”

Qin Zhongshu quickly knelt down in front of her, saying, “Yujuan, you truly have the face of an angel, the only one in my life.”

He buried his face between her legs, a sweet fragrance emanating from them.

She felt her underwear being slowly pulled down, and his tongue warmly caressing her smooth, hairless vulva. She trembled, her breath quickening, her hands firmly pressed against his thick, dark hair.

“Let’s go to bed, okay?” Yujuan swayed as she stood up, taking his hand, her expression dreamy and alluring.

“Yes, let’s go to bed, my Juan!”

Qin Zhongshu swept her up in his arms and carried her to the bedroom. As Yujuan lay down, she couldn’t help but sigh deeply, stretching out her beautiful, shapely limbs. She reached behind her and removed the ribbon from her hair ornament, letting her glossy black hair cascade like waves onto the soft, creamy white pillow.

The large dormitory room was silent for a full minute. He simply stood there, admiring her naked body, as translucent and radiant as silk.

Even the most beautiful lights would pale in comparison to her. He murmured, "You're so beautiful, so lovely."

He abruptly pulled down his shorts and underwear and lay down beside her. His fingers, touching her skin, were cool, gentle, and experienced. His caresses were slow, yet so incredibly pleasurable…

He seemed to want to imprint every part of her body deeply into his memory. His fingers roamed smoothly and extensively over her body, touching her smooth, flat abdomen, the edge of her vulva, and then her clitoris.

Yu Juan let out a hoarse cry, so intense she could hardly believe it herself. She spread her legs wider, pressing herself against his rubbing hands, involuntarily whispering his name. When she opened her eyes and saw his deep, blurred gaze, she was certain she saw tears in his eyes.

"Are you alright?" She reached out and touched his lips, feeling an expected excitement.

He naturally took her fingertips into his mouth and gently bit them. His lips were so cool, and his tongue so moist.

"I'm fine," he said in a low voice, then continued to gently bite each of her fingers. "I'm fine... how about you?"

"Mmm, your hands are absolutely wonderful, you know that?" she blurted out, unable to contain her rising desire, almost without thinking.

"Your hands are too," he said, pinching the plump part at the base of her thumb, instantly causing a ripple in her lower body.

Suddenly, she became extremely eager for his penetration, twisting her slender waist towards him, almost shamelessly begging for his penetration.

Qin Zhongshu realized her desire, and when he pulled out his already roaring, python-like penis, he took a deep breath, then plunged in, entering her warm and moist vagina.

When the Tianhe Town Police Station received the report, it was noon. The officers were huddled around a small square table playing cards. Upon hearing that it involved wanted criminals and a top-level case supervised by the Ministry of Public Security, they all exchanged bewildered glances.

Finally, the station chief said, "Hey, the Gao brothers, this is no small criminal gang. With our few guns, we're no match for them. Let's report this to the county bureau to avoid making things worse."

At the county public security bureau, after a meeting, it was decided that cases like this, which could potentially lead to a shootout, should be handled with caution. The report was submitted to the secretary of the county political and legal committee for approval.

By the time the county's top leaders finally made the decision to urgently dispatch armed police to Qingcaohu to apprehend the wanted criminals, it was already the afternoon of the following day.

The police split into two groups: one heading straight for Qingcaohu, and the other heading towards Ma San's wonton shop.

The door to Ma San's wonton shop was tightly shut. After a brief discussion, the group kicked open the wooden gate,

and the bloody scene before them left them speechless. Ma San's wife's head was a full three meters away from her body. At that moment, the Gao brothers and Ma San were sitting on a long-distance bus heading south, more than two hundred kilometers from their destination. 02-07 Passionate Flower Chapter 1 Naked Goddess

Youlan's fragrance is known to many, but few know Du Youlan's suffering, let alone Gao Shangsen, after all, they are nearly five hundred kilometers apart.

Cheng Yuan carefully poured some crystals from a small plastic tube, placed them on aluminum foil, and then burned them under the paper with a lighter; after a while, a wisp of smoke rose, and he immediately leaned in, sweeping his nostrils across the paper, inhaling it all; tilting his head back, his slightly closed eyes revealed an expression of pure bliss. He then put down the props in his hand, spat out two puffs of stale air from his nostrils, and said to the woman sitting on the corner of the bed smoking, "Goodness, I'll go and race them thirty-six times later, I'll definitely beat those thugs to a pulp."

Upon hearing Cheng Yuan's words, the woman's face turned ashen, like a dead fish. She poked her cigarette butt into the ashtray already littered with cigarette butts, then retreated to the corner. Her large eyes stared blankly at the yellowed white wall, her long hair flowing freely. What she was thinking was unknown; perhaps, in her uncontrollable mind, a scene five hundred kilometers away was flashing before her eyes.

It was a place she knew all too well, a place where she could count every blade of grass and every drop of dew on her fingers. Yet sometimes, she would suddenly remember nothing, as if she were a woman without roots, without a past.

A woman who has lost her memory, no matter how beautiful, is nothing more than a flower in a vase.

Her face wasn't exceptionally beautiful; her dark skin and deep features were indicative of her indigenous heritage. However, as she leaned against the bed, one of her nightgown straps slipped down, revealing a breast with a beautiful curve; at the nipple, the curve slid down smoothly, then gently arched upwards before curving downwards again.

In the stock market, such a curve would make investors sigh in despair, but in this bedroom, it stirred arousal in Cheng Yuan, who had just taken amphetamines.

"Let's have a go!" Cheng Yuan's tone was pleading, but he had already moved closer to her, reaching out a hand to fondle her bare breast.

"Aren't you afraid of losing money?" she asked, still expressionless.

"I'd be willing to sell myself as clothes if I lost." His hand began to knead her nipple.

"I don't want to." She pushed his hand away and pulled up the strap of her nightgown, concealing her breast.

“You…”

“Gambling and sex are not the same thing, that’s what you said.” She glanced at him sideways and said, “So you don’t blame me when you lose money.”

“Alan, do you want to get beaten up?”

The woman called Alan remained silent, but her drooping lips clearly showed disdain. Cheng Yuan’s anger gradually rose from the bottom of his liver. The hand that was playing with her breasts slowly stopped moving. Suddenly, he pulled it out from her chest and slapped her across the face.

“Fuck your mother, you foreign bastard, don’t be ungrateful. It’s your good fortune that I’m playing with you, it’s called ‘favoring you,’ you know? If it weren’t for me, you’d be dead in some garbage dump in Taipei by now, how could you possibly go back to Pingtung? Keep dreaming!”

He then swung his fists at her head, messing up her long hair.

The woman named Alan lay sprawled on the bed, her hair obscuring her face, still silent and expressionless. Cheng Yuan felt as if he were facing a wooden figure, no, a piece of wood. If you were facing such a piece of wood, would you still want to make a fool of yourself?

He changed tactics, quickly tearing off her nightgown and then forcefully pinching her breasts, squeezing those two spheres, carefully sculpted by God to nourish infants, into all sorts of unbelievable shapes.

He freed one hand and slid it down her lower abdomen into her dry private parts, moving it in and out with utter indifference, as freely as a Japanese warlord on Chinese soil. Therefore, we can call his ten fingers "little Japanese," without needing to differentiate them further. Of course, the middle finger, if we must distinguish them, could be called the "culprit."

The woman named Alan lay paralyzed on the bed, completely at his mercy. Even if she was in pain, we wouldn't know, because she remained expressionless. After this thrashing, Cheng Yuan's penis was swollen. His lust accelerated the flow of amphetamines within him, invigorating him. He grabbed her hair, shoved her face against his genitals, and then said in a commanding tone, "Suck it, suck it."

His face gradually contorted, shifting between light and shadow.

2. Alan, meanwhile, suffered from insomnia all night, utterly alone. Her husband, Cheng Yuan, was engrossed in his card game, completely absorbed, and naturally, he couldn't possibly care less about anything else, including where Alan's thoughts had wandered all night, or whether there was any "smuggling."

In the morning, this woman named Alan could no longer stay awake and fell asleep, having a series of extremely chaotic dreams: wild lilies, spider lilies, misty mountains, stone sculptures, seas of clouds, millet wine, and all sorts of romance… but everything was shrouded in thick fog, indistinct, let alone the person she wanted to see or missed.

While Alan was in a daze, over 400 kilometers away in a remote mountainous area of southern Taiwan, in a place called "Wutai," a sports meet was being held.

This day was Youth Day, March 29th, which also happened to fall on a Saturday. Following its annual tradition, Wutai Township held a series of activities, including a sports meet. Besides highlighting this special day, the main purpose was undoubtedly to attract indigenous youth back to their hometowns, revitalizing the various villages within the township.

Since Taiwan's rapid economic development, it has transformed from an agricultural society to an industrial and commercial one. All agricultural townships have suffered from severe population loss, with a large outflow of young people leaving behind only the elderly, women, and children in these villages. This situation is particularly severe in mountain tribes, forcing local leaders to rack their brains every holiday to bring back the young people who have migrated, fearing they will forget their roots.

Gao Sen had no interest in these annual events of the same type, but he never missed one for two reasons: First, he was a local reporter for a newspaper, responsible for reporting on major and minor events in Pingtung County, and he couldn't ignore matters concerning his hometown. Second, and more importantly, he was waiting for someone every year; year after year, he waited, but year after year, he never saw him.

This year was no exception. However, it was clearly nearing noon, the sports meet was over, and people from various tribes were gradually dispersing to return to their villages to continue the festivities. He was going to be disappointed again.

"Urukoo..." someone called his Rukai name from the crowd. He turned and searched through the throng.

It was Luo Heping, his high school classmate, from the Paiwan tribe.

"What?" Gao Sen's tone was unpleasant. Affected by his mood, he turned and followed the crowd towards Wutai Elementary School.

Luo Heping caught up and put his arm around Gao Sen's shoulder, saying, "Friend, is your soul still there?"

"Classmate," Gao Sen glanced at him, "My soul is in A-Nulang, forever."

The "A-Nulang" that Gao Sen referred to was his hometown, Qulu Village, located further up in Wutai Township, Pingtung County, a tribe within Wutai Township; you might not know this, but Luo Heping, a young man who grew up in Pingtung and was a member of the Gaoshan tribe, was naturally very familiar with it, even though he was a Paiwan, a different tribe.

"There's a beautiful girl in Ainulang..." Luo Heping actually sang a self-composed song: "Uru Valley, brother misses sister, misses her so much the wine bottle is empty. Let's go! Invite me to Ainulang for a drink."

Gao Sen was amused by him and put his arm around Heping's waist, asking, "Do you have wine in Ainulang? How do you know, you Paiwan?"

"Big brother..." Heping leaned closer to his face and said, "I have an informant in Ainulang, do you know?"

"Who?"

"Your sister—Batta Gao." Luo Heping smiled so much that his big eyes narrowed into slits.

"Batta Gao?" Gao Sen asked in great surprise, referring to his younger sister Gao Yun.

"If I want to pursue Gao Yun, do I need to report to you, my brother-in-law, first?" Luo Heping asked even more obsequiously.

“Luo Heping.” Gao Sen stopped, releasing Luo Heping’s arm from his shoulder. “We’re brothers, so Gao Yun—Batta Gao—is your sister. Tell me, can you marry her?” Passing

crowds brushed past them; some greeted them, others silently pounded their shoulders. You don’t know how Gao Sen felt at that moment, but I deeply understood Luo Heping’s emotions. His heart was bleeding, for he never imagined his best friend would forbid him from pursuing his sister, Gao Yun.

“Uruha…” Heping’s voice softened: “We are of different races, but…”

“That’s not the point…” Gaosen stopped: “Classmate, Batagao is not suitable for you.”

“Gaosen…” Heping got angry and called him by his Han name: “Is Du Youlan suitable for you? For so many years, you have insisted on pursuing her and searching for her, just because you love her. Then, I ask you, how can you deny that I love your sister Batagao?”

“These are two different things, don’t confuse them.”

"Gao Sen, love knows no difference. I love your sister Gao Yun. Unless she doesn't love me, no one can separate us. Today, you insist on separating us, and I feel..." Luo Heping took two steps forward, then turned back to his classmate Gao Sen and said, "Your mentality is abnormal."

Gao Sen hesitated for a moment, looked at the crowd on both sides, and without explaining anything, put his arm around his friend Luo Heping and said, "Hey, there are many beautiful women here. Tonight, let's go to 'A-yi-suo-duo'!"

"A-yi-suo-duo" was actually Luo Heping's Paiwan native language, meaning a kind of sexual activity between men and women; through this activity, men and women get to know each other, get to know each other, or become lovers or marriage partners. However, nowadays, it has evolved to refer to all singing and dancing gatherings, or even secret rendezvous between men and women.

The journey from Wutai to Gaosen's village is about eight kilometers, not long, but the mountain road is winding. Gaosen, riding his motorcycle, couldn't go fast as it twisted and turned, so he chatted and laughed with his classmate Luo Heping on the back. The two strong men still retained their childlike hearts, and they continued to playfully tease each other, adding a bit of liveliness to the tranquil Dawu Mountain area.

"Hey classmate, stop for a second..." Luo Heping suddenly grabbed Gaosen's waist and pulled

him back, as if to brake for him. "Heping!" Gaosen shouted, abruptly stopping the motorcycle, the camera on his shoulder sliding to his wrist: "Are you trying to make me fall into the valley?"

Our cheerful and easygoing Luo showed no remorse for his classmate's angry face. He pointed to a nearby mountain wall and laughed foolishly: "Look, wild lilies!"

Gaosen looked in the direction he was pointing, and indeed, two pure white lilies emerged from the lush greenery, as if they had been refined.

"So what?" Gao Sen, still fuming, retorted, "Two wildflowers and I'm risking my life?"

"It's worth it! They're a rare sight these days!"

Before he could reply, He Ping dismounted and headed towards the wild lilies.

He was right. Wild lilies used to be a specialty of this mountainous region, but since the Big and Little Ghost Lakes became famous, and mountain regulations were gradually relaxed, the number of tourists on holidays suddenly surged, and the wild lilies in this area suddenly disappeared. Considering the reverence the indigenous people held for this flower—in the past, only those with exceptional achievements would be bestowed a lily by the chief to wear on their headdress as a sign of honor—you can understand the sudden sadness that welled up in this young reporter's heart.

Superior ethnic groups bring prosperity and progress, but also garbage; while they think they've given you something, they've also taken much more. Is this life or death? I ask you sincerely.

This mountain path wasn't always like this. It wasn't scorching asphalt; the path was narrow and difficult to traverse, and it was even prone to collapse in wind and rain. However, the feeling of walking barefoot on that earth was truly wonderful, as if the earth's energy could flow through the acupoints on the soles of your feet, opening up the meridians of your entire body, making you feel completely comfortable. When Gao Sen was young, he had to lead his younger siblings down this mountain path every day to go to Wutai Elementary School. Sometimes he would walk with Du Youlan, but she would be on her uncle's back. Because of this, his younger sister, Gao Yun, who was classmates with Du Youlan, would clamor for her older brother to carry her too.

It wasn't just the soil that was different; at that time, the mountains and fields were full of wildflowers, squirrels, rabbits, birds, and insects.

He often picked a clump and secretly stuffed it into Youlan's half-asleep state on her uncle's back. Gao Yun would also clamor, but he ignored her; he preferred to carry her, but the things among the flowers belonged only to him and Youlan, and were irreplaceable.

He'd liked that girl since he was little, even their first time making love happened among the flowers. If Gao Sen is too shy to tell you, then I'll tell you the whole story for him!

Luo Heping finally got his hands on those two wild lilies. No doubt about it, good brother, one for each of you!

"You can give them to Yan Ruyu later." Heping straddled the motorcycle, pinched his lower back, and continued, "She'll repay you tonight!"

His smile was very ambiguous; everyone could understand the implication. Didn't it arouse your imagination?

"Then who should you give yours to?" Gao Sen asked after starting the motorcycle. He wouldn't have guessed before, but now even you could guess with your knees. It was none other than Gao Yunluo, who had always begged his brother to carry him to school since childhood!

Qulu Village is situated on the mountainside between Wutai Village and Ali Village. Looking up at the mist-shrouded Wutou Mountain, one can see the Dawu Village along the Ailiao Creek below. It's a place of "auspicious land and outstanding people." Whether you consider it "outstanding" from a Han Chinese perspective, I don't know; perhaps you're thinking of it as a different kind of "calamity."

When Gao Sen and his group arrived, a group of young people mixed with elderly people had already set up their ranks in the small square in front of the chief's house, creating quite a scene, and immediately engulfed the two of them.

Qulu Village is built on the mountainside, resulting in terraced houses. Of the more than thirty households, most are still traditional stone houses, except for a few rebuilt with cement, which are particularly cool and pleasing to the eye in summer. The chief's house, however, is quite different.

The most striking feature is a row of stone sculptures along the edge of the square, representing the tribe's commoners, elders, and others. In the center is a carving—a figure is scolded by an old woman for being too idle, and then the old woman, trembling slightly, steps forward to embrace him, kissing his face passionately.

You might think this is some strange custom of a foreign tribe, but you're wrong! This is Gao Sen's home, and the one embracing him is his elderly mother.

"Yinna, I'm back," Gao Sen whispers, tears welling in his eyes.

"Yinna," in the Rukai language, means "mother."

"Go see Father!" his mother says.

His "Koma"—his father—dressed in his finest clothes, sits solemnly beneath the statue of Jesus Christ in the main hall, awaiting him with a stern expression. He is solemn because he is the chief, the venerable one, the supreme one, or, as his tribe calls him, the "Sunriseer."

Gao Sen lowered his head and walked over, kneeling before his father and kissing his rough, old hands. A smile welled up in his father's eyes.

A mountain road often severed their kinship, or more accurately, it was the civilization and busy life of the city that severed it. No matter how well the mountain road was built, it seemed of no use; the child far away! Even Wutou Mountain could not call him back.

After the greeting, his young friends wouldn't let him go, pulling him and Luo Heping to the square. He immediately spotted Yan Ruyu.

Yan Ruyu was dressed in traditional clothing, her head and body adorned with flowers, her lips, painted with lipstick, tightly closed. She was dancing in a circle with her companions, hand in hand, her large eyes, even without eyeshadow, fixed on him, as if in the blink of an eye, Gao Sen would disappear without a trace again, just like always.

Beside Ruyu was his younger sister, Gao Yun, who quickly broke away from the group and rushed over, taking his and Luo Heping's hands in hers respectively to present flowers into the circle. Gao Sen was a little shy, so he quietly handed the flowers from behind to Ruyu, whose hands he was holding. Ruyu grasped the flower stems, a deep smile spreading across her lips, and tapped his palm twice with her index finger, conveying a secret signal.

Then, some tribesmen jumped into the circle, singing and pouring wine for each dancer. When it was Gao Sen's turn, the thick millet wine had barely touched his throat when he felt his heart open up and couldn't help but sing out loud.

Singing, he glanced at Ruyu next door. She was truly as beautiful as a flower! Her captivating eyes were like the clouds over Wutou Mountain—you wanted to grasp them, but you could never quite catch them. Clouds are gray, but Ruyu's cloud was vibrant with color, dazzling and overwhelming.

Yes, she was on a cloud, floating lightly and carefree. But could it be the legendary goddess descending from Wutou Mountain under the moonlight?

She stood before Gaosen, her posture upright. Somehow, the sashes on her shoulders slipped down, and her loose white robe slid down slowly. It was like the opening ceremony of a brilliant play, the dramatic tension immediately drawing you in.

Gaosen was such an audience member. When the goddess's breasts were revealed, something seemed to choke him, and he could hardly breathe. Her breasts, like two bright red persimmons, dazzled the eye, making her bra pale in comparison, while her nipples rose high like volcanoes poised to erupt.

Ah! The small swirl of her navel, on her flat, smooth abdomen, resembled a mysterious little puddle; it never dried up, for it was filled with moonlight; it was like the keyhole to an open, mysterious, sacred place. Sure enough, following his gaze downwards, Gao Sen saw the lush, bushy mound.

There, any man, including Gao Sen, or you, or me, would be captivated, even if it meant eternal damnation. But tonight, Gao Sen was the lucky one; he could no longer resist the temptation and leaned in, his face precisely aimed at that mound.

He kissed her pubic hair, a fragrant aroma filling his nostrils, and he was even tickled by the soft, fine curls.

Just then, he noticed a thin stream sliding down her thigh, which excited him even more. He moved closer to her body, pressed his hands firmly against her rounded buttocks, tilted his head back, and stuck out his tongue, licking upwards along the stream on her thigh. Soon he reached the entrance to her paradise, where the fragrance was stronger and the juices were more abundant, practically overflowing.

"Uru Valley..." the goddess called to him, and at the same time, she raised one foot high, stepping on his shoulder.

Strange grunts and groans came from his throat, mainly because his tongue was constantly moving. His tongue tip, like a hundred-pace snake, burrowed straight into the water cave, determined not to return until it reached its source; not only that, the hundred-pace snake also churned and twisted inside, endlessly, causing her to tremble all over, almost unable to stand.

The goddess gripped his hair tightly with both hands, the force of which conveyed her pleasure, greatly encouraging Gao Sen. He switched to sucking on her labia with his lips, sometimes rubbing them with his nose, causing even more thick vaginal fluid to flow, sticking to his mouth and face. After a series of moans, the goddess suddenly flipped over, clamping his head between her buttocks, then leaned down, pressing him beneath her. This way, Gao Sen's long-erect member was perfectly positioned in her mouth.

"Fool, don't stop, don't stop!" the goddess mumbled.

Gao Sen then arched his body, probing deeper with one end of his tongue; the other end, that real hundred-pace snake!, rose high and plunged into her throat.

The goddess's lips tightly enveloped his penis, her long hair swaying back and forth. Not only that, her tongue traced the contours of his penis, making Gao Sen's glans feel as if it were about to explode.

After such intense oral sex, both were somewhat tired, but their sexual desire remained high. The goddess moved towards his heels in the same position, aligning her yin and yang, and then suddenly sat on his manhood, swallowing it whole. Gao Sen shouted, sprang up, and grabbed her from behind, his hands clasped together, each grasping one of her breasts and kneading them vigorously. The goddess's arched legs mechanically rocked up and down, her body leaning back, offering her breasts completely to him, and she moaned continuously. Gao Sen felt an unparalleled pleasure from the sensation in his genitals, and not wanting his mouth to be idle, he hooked her arm around her, turned her face, and kissed her.

The woman's mouth, like a suction cup, quickly closed to his, their tongues locked in a fierce, intertwined battle. Meanwhile, her hips continued to rub against his penis, wetting his entire groin.

With a soft moan, Gao Sen finally broke free from the suction cup, and the two fell sideways in perfect unison, their bodies still intertwined. He thrust from behind, slowly at first, then faster, causing her to moan with each sway of her body. Knowing he

was about to reach his climax, Gao Sen seized the moment for a final thrust, lifting her thighs, leaning over them, and straddling her with a rotation. Remarkably, their bodies remained connected. After

a few turns, they returned to the traditional position. Not wanting to miss his final climax, Gao Sen raised her legs high, making her vulva arch upwards await his arrival, and then thrust violently from above, all the way to the hilt.

"Ouch..." the goddess cried out, "It's too deep... I can't take it anymore!"

"Are you happy? Are you happy..." Gao Sen asked three times, but the goddess didn't answer, only nodding.

Gao Sen wiggled his hips, his penis almost thrusting straight in from top to bottom, each time reaching the bottom, he rubbed his pubic hair against her labia, making her even more excited, raising her lower body high, opening her mouth wide.

Gao Sen mustered his remaining strength, increasing his speed, and just as his glans swelled to its limit, he ejaculated; with the release of his semen, he collapsed onto the goddess.

"Alan, I love you. Alan, don't go..." he whispered in her ear.

We all have curiosity, and curiosity easily breeds a voyeuristic habit; this habit is medically considered a pathology, so none of us would admit to seeing Gao Sen's "spiritual intercourse" mentioned above, because you and I are healthy people, certainly not sick.

Unless caught red-handed, who would admit it?

In real life, myths are rare. Actually, Gao Sen wasn't having a "spiritual connection." The person he actually made love to that night was his girlfriend, Yan Ruyu; no, he didn't want to admit it was his girlfriend. While it wasn't as serious as you or I being afraid to admit we were voyeurs, at least in our private hearts, he didn't want to admit it, otherwise he wouldn't have called out "Alan." Alan! You unknowingly hurt your classmate Yan Ruyu. We don't know how deep Yan Ruyu's hatred for you runs, but we can glean some clues from her blank expression when she woke up the next morning. But our "Son of the Sun," Gao Sen, as the person involved and the instigator, was completely oblivious!

He found himself asleep in the woodshed, his mind blank from a hangover. Looking up, he saw a sliver of sunlight filtering through a crack in the corner of the room, which cleared his head somewhat. Wasn't that the crack through which moonlight shone last night? Wasn't a goddess coming in the moonlight? And then? Did the goddess vanish into thin air, or go with the moonlight?

He stepped out of the woodshed and saw Yingna, her face as beautiful as jade, squatting at the edge of the square washing dishes, chatting and laughing. As he approached, Ruyu glanced at him, her face turning as hard as iron, her large eyes disappearing for a few seconds before she silently continued washing.

"Uru Valley, the horse doesn't lose to the ancient (drunk)," his mother said with a laugh, implying he had been drunk the night before.

Gao Sen didn't reply, gazing at the distant mountain ridges and shifting his body. He couldn't figure out why his body ached all over—was it from sleeping on the firewood, or something else? If it was just because of the firewood, then why did his little brother also hurt a little?

Yan Ruyu shook the dishwater off her hands, got up, and left.

"Yingna!" he called, squatting down where Ruyu had been sitting. "Last night..."

"Did you sleep well?" his mother asked without looking up. "Why did you get drunk and sleep over there?"

"There were no mosquitoes!" he laughed loudly. "Even if there were, they'd all been killed by my drunkenness."

His mother shook her gray head, laughing softly.

"Where's Ruyu? She..." he hesitated. "

This morning she came out of the woodshed, washed her face, and then helped me wash the dishes." His mother still had her head down. Her words were like a primary school student's diary, plain and unremarkable, but they startled Gao Sen. So last night's goddess really was Yan Ruyu!

This wasn't the first time Yan Ruyu and he had been intimate. Of course, I'll tell you about what I secretly—no, what I accidentally saw—later, but not now. Don't be impatient; let's not disturb Gao Sen's thoughts.

Gao Sen had always known that Ruyu was waiting, waiting for him to come to her house in his finest clothes, to carry her back to his home. This was the ending she had dreamed of all her life, but it wasn't Gao Sen's. Otherwise, he wouldn't have let her wait for years without turning her back to him, and even last night, he hadn't turned his back to her. What else could he have done?

He didn't know that she had turned her back to him last night, and he didn't know why she had such a livid face when she faced him this morning. Had he offended her, or had his performance on the firewood not met her expectations? Gao Sen was completely bewildered.

"A man's heart cannot hold two women," his mother said quietly.

Gao Sen's mother's words were quite philosophical, but unfortunately, Gao Sen's heart was beyond his control; it kept flying north, searching and searching.

Just then, Du Youlan, still fast asleep, suddenly awoke. Opening her eyes, she saw a cockroach on the ceiling. After staring at it for a while, she remembered her dream. In the dream, she returned to her hometown and danced a traditional dance in a circle with a group of friends.

The man beside her was Asen, the one she least wanted to think about yet couldn't shake off; they were both dressed in elaborate robes adorned with hundred-pace snake totems and drinking Chengshi wine together. What was going on? Was it their wedding wine? Just as everyone was celebrating, a burly man suddenly appeared, a hunting knife at his waist. He drew the knife and slashed between her and Ah Sen. Startled, they separated, and upon closer inspection, they saw that the man's face was featureless, like a blank sheet of white cloth.

She gasped, but the man grabbed her small hand and forcefully pulled her into the air. At that moment, lightning flashed in the clouds and sky, followed by a series of deafening roars.

Du Youlan, whose joy had turned to despair, was jolted awake. Her large eyes shone with weariness, preventing her from shooting down the cockroach. Once her thoughts had calmed, she first noticed the thunderous snoring, then realized that the man had returned to her side. She

didn't even want to look at him; she'd rather look at the cockroach. She sat up, feeling the lingering warmth of her right palm; it really wasn't a dream, she really had held Ah Sen's hand and danced—it was practically the latest version of a Taipei myth.

Du Youlan looked down through the morning light streaming in through the window; the sunlight shone on her right palm. She sighed softly. After all, there was no mythology in Taipei, Taichung, Kaohsiung, or Pingtung; her childhood religious beliefs had long been thrown into some dustbin of history.

After her ritual purification, she lit a cigarette and went out, wandering aimlessly through the streets like a lost soul, finishing one pipe only to light another. She wanted to forget that dream, but her heart felt like a maze, winding and turning before suddenly realizing she was back where she started.

Have you ever felt so homesick that your heart withers? If so, you might, like Youlan, sit in a park in Banqiao City for an entire morning, attracting as many curious glances from passersby as the cigarette butts on the ground before you.

Sitting in the park had become a habit of hers for many years; was she using the sparse vegetation of the city to soothe her homesickness? She didn't know, I didn't know, and you certainly wouldn't know; at least, she felt that the park was one of the cleaner places in the city.

If you disagree with Youlan's point of view and insist on saying things like, "My home is cleaner than a park," then I can't help you. Because while your home is in the city, it's not the city itself, and the city doesn't necessarily represent or imply your home. Besides, you haven't experienced the hardships Youlan endured.

During her time as a hostess in Sanchongpu, Youlan shared a rented room with a group of her girlfriends, living a nocturnal lifestyle. After waking up during the day, the girlfriends would often get together for mahjong or cards, but she was never one of them; she didn't know how, nor did she intend to learn. Whenever she was missing a game, the girlfriends would point their fingers at her and berate her, saying she was a clueless old hag who couldn't even gamble and only knew how to die in the park, waiting for the police to come.

Later, she was indeed taken away by Cheng Yuan that day and night. Instead of scolding her, the girlfriends advised her, saying that Cheng was a bad guy, that she would suffer greatly if she followed him, and that she might as well go with a dog.

What kind of talk is this? Comparing a person to a dog, or even worse, is an insult to the noble primates. But to be honest, there really are primates worse than pigs and dogs, perhaps right beside you or me. You'd surely agree, wouldn't you?

Those women, seasoned veterans of the underworld, have incredibly sharp eyes.

When the skilled charlatan Cheng Yuan first visited that restaurant, Youlan was at his table. During the meal, his friends were boisterously toasting, mingling with women, and singing rakkashi, while he alone was refined, picking at his food and drinking.

"Alan, you're an aboriginal, aren't you?" he seized the opportunity to start a conversation with her.

She kept her head down, not responding.

"I have absolutely no intention of offending you," Cheng Yuan quickly said. "In fact, you are the true masters of Taiwan; I salute you." He then raised his glass and actually downed it in a toast.

"I'm a Rukai, from the mountains of Pingtung," Youlan whispered.

"That must be a beautiful place. I really want to go see it. How wonderful it would be to settle there when I'm old!" he

said, a dreamy expression on his face. "Unfortunately, my family is all dead." "

Come on, I'm so sorry, I apologize. Another drink as punishment."

"No need, no need." She held his hand: "It's none of your business."

"Your business might become my business in the future."

What did that mean? Du Youlan pondered deeply for a while, but Cheng Yuan didn't let her think too much. He immediately said, "Your indigenous people's singing voices have always been excellent, and I believe you are too. Could you sing a song for me?"

Youlan nodded, and Cheng Yuan immediately asked his friends to step aside and hand her the microphone. Youlan sang "High Mountain Green," a song about the misty mountain that often called to her; she sang with all her heart, and the whole audience burst into applause. Surrounded by his friends, Cheng Yuan approached with a tray; on the tray was a glass of wine, with a thousand-yuan bill underneath.

Youlan drank the wine but returned the bill. Afterwards, Cheng Yuan told her that if she had accepted the thousand yuan, he wouldn't have teased her. Youlan truly regretted not accepting it then; she would have swallowed it.

Why? Perhaps you're a good man, a family man who never goes to bars, so you don't understand. But I'm an old hand; let me tell you, the girls in bars get very little for sitting, so they have to rely on rotating between tables and collecting tips to earn more. Singing rakkasi is one of the main sources of tips; after the song, the gesture Cheng Yuan made is called "awarding," and wealthy gentlemen will hand over a thousand-yuan bill, two or three times more than the bar girl's sitting fee. Why would a foolish girl refuse? Youlan, this naive girl, was seen through by Cheng Yuan at a glance. She was clearly still a greenhorn, worth teasing, which allowed the parts of my novel about them to continue developing until the end.

This was their first meeting. Look how thoughtful Cheng Yuan's opening remarks were! This isn't something I made up; it was definitely that scoundrel in disguise.

The second time Cheng Yuan visited, after awarding the prize, he and Youlan drank a toast together amidst the cheers of their friends.

The third time Cheng Yuan visited, he took her out to shrimp fishing. They grilled the shrimp and had beer with them; after they were sufficiently drunk, he took her to a hotel, treating her like a shrimp he'd caught.

As soon as the door closed, he pushed her against the wall and kissed her forcefully. His nimble tongue swirled and danced in her mouth, completely confusing her desire and spirit. She reached out and hugged him, frantically sucking on his tongue as if trying to rip it out by the roots, causing his brows to furrow and his clitoris to swell.

He pulled his aching tongue back and instead kissed her neck, sucking hard. He knew without looking that there were several bruises on it. Then he hurriedly lifted her blouse, ripped off her bra, grabbed the left one with one hand, and sucked on the right one with the other.

Her breasts were quite elastic, like a fully-filled ball; one was sucked into an olive shape, while the other changed shape under his pressure.

She held his head tightly, her eyes closed like a mother nursing her child, a satisfied expression on her face. But soon his target shifted. He lifted her skirt, quickly ripped off her panties, and then, through her pants, pressed his penis against her genitals.

Paired against the wall, she couldn't bear the friction, crying out, "Brother Cheng, love me just once, love me…" while trying to undo his belt.

Suddenly, Cheng Yuan picked her up and carried her to the dressing table. His pants immediately slid down to his thighs, making his gait extremely comical, and his panties were bulging high from his penis, making him look incredibly foolish. He placed her on the dressing table, impatiently pulled out his "treasure," and, holding it in his hand, found her slippery, swollen vaginal opening. He rubbed it against the entrance several times to moisten the head of his penis before thrusting in without hesitation.

She gripped her ankles, spreading her legs wide to receive his thrusts, her vaginal walls responding to his movements, contracting and relaxing, causing her juices to overflow from her buttocks.

He could tell from her facial expression that she was excited, so he used his hands to help spread her labia, allowing his penis to penetrate even deeper. This move quickly made her cry out.

"Go in further, deeper, and more..."

He wasn't an obedient man; he suddenly pulled out and stared at her.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"Get off," he replied.

She jumped off the table, and he grabbed her waist and flipped her over. This time she understood, immediately raising her buttocks high to meet him.

Cheng Yuan charged forward, gun raised, each thrust more forceful than the last, making the dressing table rattle. His hands gripped her buttocks tightly. She thrust back forcefully, causing her breasts to heave.

In the final moments, he lunged forward, bent down, grasped her breasts, pressed them against her back, and released his pent-up desire.

Du Youlan sat in the park until noon before returning with a bento box to feed the dog—no, it was for her Cheng-ge (Brother Cheng). Hearing the door open, the dog woke up—no, Cheng Yuan woke up.

"Went to the park to watch dogs have sex again?" He hadn't brushed his teeth, so his mouth was full of profanities: "Don't run around tonight, your friends are treating you to dinner."

She didn't comment, and in fact, she had no right to veto it; and he had never given her that right in the first place, so she went to wash up.

After coming out of the bathroom, he turned on the TV, moved the bento box over, and asked before even seeing the contents: "No beef, right?"

Youlan, of course, remembered that he was still abstaining from beef, and didn't remember that it would be such a big mistake. When I was young, I wasn't very bright and could never memorize things, but whenever my father put a rattan cane on the table, my mind would suddenly become sharp, and I could memorize things perfectly. It was under these circumstances that Youlan was a good student.

Cheng Yuan had to abstain from beef for a month, that was an order from Master Songmu. Last week, he took Du Youlan all the way to Taoyuan to visit Master Songmu, hoping to get rid of his bad luck.

"What do you want to know?" Master Songmu's eyes were sunken, his pupils were pale, just like the fate of most people.

He always faced his clients with his ear, completely unconcerned about earwax inside; he was blind.

"I've been having a really bad run of luck lately. Even stepping in dog poop while playing cards doesn't stop me from losing. I want to change my luck," Cheng Yuan said into his ear, but inwardly he thought, "Damn it, if I can't get rid of this bad luck, I'll bite off your ear and add it to my meal."

"Come closer," the blind man said. With the help of his assistant, he grabbed Cheng Yuan's arm and began kneading and massaging him like a massage therapist. After letting go, Cheng Yuan leaned back in his chair, his eyelids blinking meaninglessly as he pondered for a long time.

"You will become unable to walk properly and face imprisonment," he said, startling the man opposite him, as if retaliating for his earlier wild thoughts.

"Master…" Cheng Yuan stood up, no longer daring to think about such absurd things as biting his ear, and nervously asked, "Please, change my luck."

"Abstain from beef for a month," the master prescribed.

After finishing his bento box, which contained absolutely no beef, Cheng Yuan quietly moved to Du Youlan's side and stroked her long hair.

"What are you doing?" she asked, slightly turning away.

"When you're full and warm, you think of lust!" he grinned, reaching for her breasts. "Damn, that blind old man is really something, you know? We just finished having sex the day before yesterday. Based on past experience, we were bound to lose badly, but guess what? I wiped them out completely. Now, I'm not afraid anymore!"

Youlan didn't resist, letting him press her down on the sofa.

The person who treated them to dinner was a middle-aged man called "Donald Duck," accompanied by his two apprentices, at an open-air seafood restaurant in the old eastern neighborhood.

"Hey, you 'fake immortal,' haven't greeted you in ages! Let me down a drink first." Donald Duck tilted his head back and downed his drink in one gulp. The "fake immortal" he called out was actually Cheng Yuan's nickname.

"Don't be a fake immortal!" Cheng Yuan patted Youlan and said, "This is my wife. It's fine to say it openly; she knows everything."

Donald Duck's so-called "greeting" was actually a code, meaning he wanted something.

"Your sister-in-law is…" Donald Duck asked Cheng Yuan in a low voice.

"A foreign woman!" he immediately replied, then whispered in his ear, "She's got guts! Three rounds a day, like three meals a day. Old Tang, you might as well find one too; maybe your skills will improve greatly!"

"Get lost." Old Tang gave him a whack, then raised his glass to Youlan, and his apprentice followed suit, a flurry of clinking glasses ensuing.

"Old Tang, let's get back to the point!" He lowered his voice again, "I want to go home and take care of some things!" Actually, he wanted to go back to the business and make a few more bucks while things were going well.

"I have a batch of goods that I want to sell quickly. Can you get me a few?" "Legs," "Give them to me, okay?" Old Tang whispered.

"How many do you want?" Cheng Yuan's tongue slurred.

He held out a large hand: "Five lots!"

"No problem." Cheng Yuan patted his chest: "Based on our friendship, I'll take care of it. Delivery in three days."

"Brother, three days won't do!" Donald Duck was a little anxious: "This batch of wheels... I'm afraid there's a problem. I have to deliver it quickly. It's a hot potato! Can't two days do it?" "

Damn it, Old Tang, do you really think I'm a regulatory agency? Even if it's a regulatory agency issuing licenses, it still takes time!"

"I'm using connections!"

"You! If you want to use connections, I'll open the back door for you. No bargaining, double the price."

"It's all up to you." Donald Duck patted him on the shoulder: "It's settled then. Come on, Jiaxian, have more food."

After they settled the deal, I quickly flipped through the newly published "Dictionary of Slang" to figure out what was going on.

"Legs" refers to identification cards or documents. For those in the underworld who frequently travel at night, this is an essential and indispensable item; forgers can use it as a protective charm if necessary.

"Wheels" refers to a four-wheeled vehicle. For those in the underworld who unfortunately have to flee, this is an important means of transportation; they can even spend the night in it if necessary.

After understanding the slang and repeatedly analyzing their conversations, I finally cracked their code.

Donald Duck is the head of a car theft ring. Recently, his apprentice stole five stolen cars, some of which were particularly troublesome. He was eager to get rid of them, so he approached Cheng Yuan.

Cheng Yuan's nickname "Fake Immortal" was well-deserved. He was a renowned forger in the underworld, capable of forging ID cards, business licenses, driver's licenses, securities, sales contracts, and even a National Taiwan University diploma—all indistinguishable from the real thing. He just hadn't yet tried printing New Taiwan Dollars as the chairman of an underground central bank.

This analysis should make it clear what tricks they were playing! Once Cheng Yuan finished forging the business licenses, those stolen cars could be resurrected.

Cheng Yuan's luck was turning around, and he was about to receive another sum of money; he was riding high. In his excitement, he realized he'd only drunk a lot of alcohol and hadn't eaten much food, and his stomach was now rumbling in protest! He picked up a spoonful of grilled beef tenderloin that Donald Duck had offered him and began to chew it.

So delicious! And so hot!

Having finally swallowed the food, he was about to praise the owner's cooking when Youlan leaned closer and bluntly said, "This is beef."

Cheng Yuan's face instantly changed. He looked at the bowl, then at the plate, and suddenly spat out a mouthful of food. He stood up, pointed at Old Tang, and cursed, "You son of a bitch, Old Tang, how dare you give me beef!"

Old Tang was confused. He also looked at the plate of sizzling beef and asked hesitantly, "Aren't you always eating whatever you want?"

"Fuck you, I..."

Before Cheng Yuan could finish speaking, a glass suddenly flew out of nowhere and hit him squarely on the back of the head. Instantly, a dark red stream of blood flowed down his neck, faster and faster, until it soaked a large patch of his white t-shirt.

That cup definitely wasn't smashed by Gao Sen, otherwise you'd be watching a cartoon, not a novel; because Gao Sen is at the southern tip of Taiwan, more than 400 kilometers away from Cheng Yuan!

The cup Gao Sen smashed landed right in front of him and shattered. His eldest sister, Gao Jing, was stunned, hardly believing his actions.

"Big brother, you scared us," his second sister, Gao Yun, said tremblingly.

"I'm sorry," Gao Sen paused for a moment before continuing, "I was too excited, I apologize."

"Sister was wrong, she shouldn't have said those things," his younger brother, Gao Bao, said impartially.

"What did I do wrong?" Gao Jing retorted immediately, "I said Malay humor was a prostitute, that's entirely her lack of self-respect, what does it have to do with me?"

It turned out it was all about Du Youlan, who was far away in the north and whose whereabouts were unknown.

Alan was in Taipei, almost completely cut off from her fellow villagers, and many versions of the story circulated back home: some said she was married and had children; some said she was being kept; and the most prevalent version was that she had gone from working woman to prostitute.

Gao Jing believed the latter, and she had her reasons.

"Rumors aren't necessarily credible, sister should apologize." Gao Bao still sided with his older brother.

"Okay, I apologize, but he should at least give Yan Ruyu an explanation. Mom said that since Dad didn't object this time, he should marry Ruyu properly, otherwise, what kind of relationship is that?" Gao Jing directly criticized her brother.

"Who did I have with her?" her brother still pretended not to know.

"Don't try to deny it. Mom already said it. On Youth Day night, in the woodshed..."

"Big brother..." Gao Yun interjected, "She told me everything about you and Ruyu."

"The family's intention is to prevent you from betraying her," the younger brother explained. "That's why they called the four of us siblings together to try and persuade you."

Gao Sen replied somewhat unhappily, "Before, I betrayed Malay humor, not because I wanted to. Why isn't anyone speaking up for me?"

Now everyone fell silent. Gao Jing was the first to leave, then went to the back to get a broom and carefully swept up the glass shards. She was worried that her two children, who were in kindergarten, might hurt their feet when they came home.

This family meeting, which hadn't included their parents, ended up being held only at her house. Not only was a glass lost, but what was even more infuriating was the shards scattered all over the floor, which she had to clean up herself, all because she had touched a nerve with her brother; what was wrong with her calling Du Youlan a prostitute? This was common knowledge in the whole village, yet her brother remained undeterred, wanting to marry a prostitute and become the laughingstock of the village.

She absolutely could not let that slut succeed, not in the past, not now.

Years ago, when she learned that Alan was deeply in love with her brother and was likely to become her sister-in-law, she vehemently opposed it. She had watched that wild girl grow up; orphaned and unruly, she had attracted the attention of a bunch of young scoundrels who constantly loitered around her neighborhood. If she were a decent woman, it would be one thing, but she had fallen into prostitution, spending every night with men—was she worthy of being her sister-in-law?

Gao Jing began to stir up trouble between her and her parents, planting a time bomb for their marriage. Later, when her brother proposed to the family that he wanted to marry Du Youlan, he was immediately opposed by his father, the biggest reason being—they were not a good match.

Don't be surprised; even in the Rukai tribe at the end of the 20th century, many elderly people still held such feudal ideas. Although the clan system had declined, it hadn't disappeared entirely, so it could still be one of the reasons for opposition.

After learning of the resistance from his family, Du Youlan packed her bags without a word and left without saying goodbye. Did she take Asen's heart with her when she left? Gao Yun gradually matured and became more aware of the matter between his elder brother and his classmate Alan.

"Alan is my classmate, and so is Ruyu. Brother, you're being biased," Gao Yun finally broke the silence.

"My heart is biased from the start," Gao Sen lowered his head.

"Brother, I think, how about we get engaged first?" Gao Bao offered a compromise, but his brother neither nodded nor shook his head.

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