[Urban] Urban Chronicles (Complete) - 7-9

Chapter 13

"Is Han Feng serious this time?"

The following evening, Chen Bin sat in a private room at a restaurant, pursing his lips at Cao Yang. "Are you sure?"

"You heard it last night,"

Cao Yang said, looking at Chen Bin. "He made it so clear himself, so confident. Tonight, we'll just watch the show."

Seeing Chen Bin remain silent, Cao Yang raised his glass. "What? Even the person involved doesn't care, what are you worried about?"

Chen Bin took a sip of his drink. "It's not a worry, it just feels a bit strange. Do you really think Han Feng would do something like that?"

"Nothing strange about it,"

Cao Yang said, putting some food in his mouth. "A woman as beautiful as Su Ting is hard to find even in adult films. She's giving us a live performance, what more could you want?"

"That's true,"

Chen Bin laughed. "I just wonder if Attorney Han will be able to get it up?"

"If he can't, we'll do it!"

Cao Yang chuckled slyly.

The two ate for a while, and around seven o'clock, Yi Ran walked in arm in arm with Zheng Jian. Before they even sat down, Zheng Jian asked Cao Yang and Chen Bin, "Hasn't Brother Han arrived yet?"

"No..."

Cao Yang pointed to the food on the table, "Let's eat first!"

"You guys eat first, I'm going to wash my hands." Yi

Ran put down her handbag and turned to walk towards the restroom.

"Why did you bring your cousin along?"

Chen Bin stared at Zheng Jian, "In that kind of situation..."

"She wanted to come herself."

Zheng Jian smiled helplessly, "I couldn't stop her."

"A sign of being henpecked."

Cao Yang looked in the direction of Yi Ran's back, "Why don't you two put on a show too?"

"Get lost!"

Zheng Jian cursed at Cao Yang, "Is Brother Han really coming? Maybe he's just messing with us and standing us up?"

"Stand your mother's stand me up..."

Zheng Jian had barely finished speaking when he was slapped on the back of the head. Turning around, he saw Han Feng and Su Ting in a suit and formal attire, and Zheng Jian immediately stuck out his tongue.

After arranging the seats, Su Ting got up to go to the restroom. Han Feng took two glasses, poured himself a beer, and poured one for Su Ting. Then, he looked at Zheng Jian, Cao Yang, and Chen Bin, took a small plastic bag from his suit pocket, poured the white powder inside into Su Ting's glass, stirred it with chopsticks, and, confirming that nothing abnormal was visible, threw the empty plastic bag on the ground. He lowered his voice and said, "I'll ask you one more time, do you really want to see?"

"Yes!"

The three guys nodded in unison.

"Damn!"

Han Feng sighed, "A bunch of scum."

Pointing to his own nose, "Me too."

When Su Ting returned with Yi Ran, the men had already started drinking. They didn't talk much during the meal. Han Feng kept an eye on Su Ting's actions until he saw her finish the beer, at which point he relaxed.

A while later, Su Ting, who had been full of energy, began to droop her eyelids. Han Feng winked at Zheng Jian, and when the latter looked at Su Ting, she had already slowly slumped onto the table.

"What's wrong? Are you alright?"

Han Feng nudged Su Ting, who snorted and then remained motionless without any further reaction. Han Feng sighed and said to the others, "Done!"

"You're really shameless!"

Yi Ran said coldly, still looking at Han Feng.

Leaving the restaurant, Han Feng carried Su Ting into Zheng Jian's car, while Cao Yang and Chen Bin drove another car. Yi Ran, sitting next to Zheng Jian, remained silent the entire way until Zheng Jian stopped the car in front of a hotel. Only then did Yi Ran turn to Han Feng and say, "You really want to…?"

"Backing out at a time like this?"

Han Feng looked back at Yi Ran and replied calmly, "If you're sorry, you don't have to watch. It wasn't your business anyway."

When the four of them arrived at the lobby, Cao Yang had already booked a double room. Reaching the room door, Han Feng turned and said, "Wait a minute… I need to get ready."

Seeing Han Feng carrying the limp Su Ting into the room and closing the door, Yi Ran said to Zheng Jian and the other two, "Are you just going to let him do this?"

"A bet's a bet,"

Cao Yang replied with a smile to Yi Ran's question.

"But Sister Ting is innocent," Yi

Ran continued.

"Then you can only say Sister Su is unlucky,"

Zheng Jian shook his head, "Who told her to run into Brother Han?"

"You…"

Yi Ran's face paled slightly.

After waiting for about ten minutes, the door opened, and Han Feng poked his head out: "Come in!" Yi

Ran followed Zheng Jian, Chen Bin, and Cao Yang into the room. The four sat side-by-side on the bed closest to the door. On the other bed opposite, Su Ting remained unconscious. Unlike before, her original suit and trousers were scattered on the bedside table; she was now wearing a bathrobe, her fair legs peeking out from beneath it, looking exceptionally alluring.

Han Feng glanced at Su Ting on the bed, then turned to Yi Ran and the others,

saying, "No talking, no taking pictures!" He then laughed, "Damn it, I'll settle the score with you guys when I'm impotent."

Seeing Han Feng walk towards Su Ting, Yi Ran's face turned ashen, while Zheng Jian, Cao Yang, and Chen Bin stared intently at Han Feng and Su Ting as if nothing had happened.

Reaching the bed, Han Feng paused, unbuttoned his shirt, kissed Su Ting on the cheek, and then gently pulled open her bathrobe.

Su Ting's round, fair shoulders were immediately exposed, and Yi Ran's face turned even uglier. She really didn't expect this man to be so shameless. As she was about to get up and leave, Han Feng's hand had already begun to undo the belt on Su Ting's bathrobe.

"Alright..."

Before Yi Ran could stand up, Chen Bin next to her had already stood up first, waving his palm repeatedly at Han Feng, "Alright, alright, alright... You're fucking too awesome, I can't take it anymore, you guys watch, I'm going out to catch my breath." "

Me too..."

Cao Yang stood up with Chen Bin's movement, "I don't want to see this guy's dick either..."

He only remembered that Yi Ran was also next to him and quickly shut his mouth.

"Not watching? Then all my preparations were for nothing?"

Han Feng watched Chen Bin and Cao Yang walk out and said to Zheng Jian, "Then it's just your show left. Oh, right, and you, Little Cat." "

Thanks for taking care of me, Brother Han!"

Zheng Jian shook his head. "I just realized I'm really shameless enough. Let's go, you're busy."

He pulled Yi Ran, "Come on, you really plan to watch?"

"Huh?"

Yi Ran was stunned for a moment before she realized what he meant and quickly followed Zheng Jian out of the room.

Standing outside the door, Zheng Jian looked at Chen Bin, then at Cao Yang, and finally at Yi Ran. The three of them exchanged glances and sighed. Zheng Jian said, "We've lost to Brother Han. I think we've all lost this time."

"We're still the good guys, as expected,"

Cao Yang laughed.

"Exactly, exactly,"

Chen Bin chimed in.

"So you were just putting on an act?"

Yi Ran laughed too. "I thought... but Big Dog really went too far..."

"Who went too far?"

Yi Ran had barely finished speaking when the door behind her opened, and Han Feng was already standing in the doorway with Su Ting in his arms.

"You guys..."

This time it was Yi Ran and Zheng Jian's turn to be speechless.

Han Feng was still wearing the same shirt as before, the unbuttoned buttons now fastened, while Su Ting was wearing a nude-colored low-cut short dress, her face beaming with a bright smile.

Seeing Su Ting's bare shoulders exposed outside the dress, Yi Ran slapped her thigh: "So you guys..."

"Isn't this new outfit nice?"

Han Feng laughed. "The beautiful Su has about ten sets of underwear underneath, enough for me to strip you until you can't take it anymore."

"What if we don't leave?"

Cao Yang asked, shaking his head.

"Then I'll have to beg for mercy,"

Han Feng chuckled.

The group left the hotel, paid the bill amidst the strange looks from the waiter, and went home with Zheng Jian and the others. Han Feng hailed a taxi and took Su Ting back to the restaurant they had visited. He drove Su Ting all the way to her apartment complex, parked the car downstairs, and said to her, "Change your clothes before going upstairs."

Su Ting nodded, but didn't move. Looking into Han Feng's eyes in the rearview mirror, she asked, "Do you like this dress?"

"Of course,"

Han Feng smiled. "It's a pity you have to wear a blouse over it when you go to work, otherwise everyone else would go crazy, and I would too."

"You!"

Su Ting looked down at her ample bosom. "Ding Wei will definitely say something about me when he sees this dress..."

"What will he say?"

Han Feng asked casually.

Su Ting mimicked a man's tone: "Why did you buy such revealing clothes? How can you go out wearing this?"

"Your husband is so boring,"

Han Feng continued with a laugh, "He doesn't know how to appreciate women... You should change back into your daytime clothes, so Ding Wei won't overthink it."

"You're so smart!... I'll change in a bit."

Su Ting looked up at the building; her window was lit. She leaned close to Han Feng's ear and whispered, "I want to make love to you, wearing this."

This wasn't the first time Su Ting had proactively asked Han Feng to make love, but it was quite rare for her to be so direct. Han Feng's crotch immediately bulged, and he turned around to ask, "Want to do it in the car?"

"No..."

Su Ting shook her head, opened the car door, and got out. "Come with me."

Following Su Ting out of the car and into the building, they arrived at the nineteenth floor where Su Ting lived. After exiting the elevator, Su Ting quickly turned left, and Han Feng immediately froze.

That was the direction of Su Ting's apartment. The two of them were now less than two meters from the door; if Han Feng took one more step forward, he could ring Su Ting's doorbell.

Suddenly, Su Ting turned around and smiled at Han Feng. Her blushing face was particularly alluring to him.

Could it be that Su Ting wanted to make love to him right in front of his house? Han Feng was completely baffled. Not only was Ding Wei likely to suddenly appear, but if someone heard the noise and peeked out, they would have nowhere to hide. Han Feng certainly didn't want to be observed.

Su Ting, of course, noticed Han Feng's confusion. Instead of moving forward, she turned and opened a small door on the wall beside them.

This door was on the wall of the corridor they had turned onto. After Su Ting opened the door, Han Feng, using the light from the motion-activated lamp, discovered that the door led to a small work area for connecting telephone lines. The space was small, barely enough for three people. Then he saw Su Ting slip inside.

Han Feng immediately laughed again, this time even more heartily.

Entering the small door, Han Feng closed it behind him, plunging the work area into darkness. There were no lights, only the smell of dust and the faint fragrance of the woman's body pressed against his.

Before Han Feng could even react, Su Ting's cherry lips pressed against his. Her soft, fragrant tongue touched his, and Han Feng cupped her face, kissing her passionately.

Holding Han Feng tightly, Su Ting kissed the man before her with an almost greedy passion; anyone watching would have thought they were a long-lost couple. Han Feng's hands slid down Su Ting's waist, lifting her buttocks and pulling her closer to him. After an unknown

amount of time, Han Feng's lips moved to Su Ting's bare shoulders, only then noticing that she was covered in sweat.

At this moment, he couldn't wait any longer. He slipped his hand under Su Ting's skirt. There were no ten layers of underwear under her skirt; in fact, she wasn't wearing a bra under her skirt, and only a narrow thong, already soaked with her vaginal fluids.

As Han Feng pulled down Su Ting's panties, Su Ting turned around, put her arms on the wall, and stuck her buttocks out.

Although he couldn't see the woman in front of him, Han Feng could easily imagine what Su Ting looked like. He unzipped his pants, took out his penis, and as his hands reached for Su Ting's body, he noticed that her skirt was already lifted. His palms landed on Su Ting's smooth, upturned buttocks, directly in front of his erect penis were Su Ting's round, soft buttocks and the moist, warm vaginal opening parted by Su Ting's hands.

When her fingers touched Han Feng's glans, Su Ting gently grasped Han Feng's penis and slowly inserted it into her body. Su Ting's fingers withdrew, and Han Feng moved forward slightly, the glans brushing against the tender flesh of the vaginal wall, pressing against the depths of Su Ting's soft clitoris.

Even though it was an extremely dirty place, and he couldn't see Su Ting's face clearly, Han Feng was incredibly excited. In the room just a wall away, Su Ting's husband, Ding Wei, was probably waiting for his wife to come home. He could never have imagined that his beautiful wife, whom everyone envied, was currently lying in a dark corner outside their door, letting a man's penis thrust into her body, even occasionally letting out satisfied moans.

Su Ting's voice was very low, but to Han Feng, it was enough to drive him crazy. He moved his hips back and forth rapidly, his rock-hard penis pumping in and out of Su Ting's wet and slippery vagina until he felt Su Ting's legs begin to tremble. Only then did Han Feng stop, turn Su Ting's body around, lean her against the wall, lift her left leg, and penetrate her body once again.

Facing each other, Han Feng slowly thrust in and out while kissing Su Ting's lips again. Su Ting leaned against the wall, the rough surface rubbing against her bare shoulders, the slight stinging sensation making her even more excited. She unbuttoned Han Feng's shirt, pulled down her skirt, and thrust her chest forward, pressing her full breasts against Han Feng's chest, rubbing her nipples against his chest.

After a few dozen thrusts, seemingly feeling this position wasn't enough, Han Feng turned Su Ting around again. This time, he simply pulled off the skirt hanging around her waist, casually draping it somewhere, and turned her towards the small door. Su Ting placed her hands on either side of the door, and Han Feng's penis once again entered her vagina, which was overflowing with lustful fluid, from behind.

Su Ting's body suddenly spasmed. As Han Feng thrust, Su Ting's head was against the door. The door opened slightly, letting in a ray of light into the workshop. Han Feng saw the sweat on Su Ting's waist reflecting a dazzling color.

At this moment, Su Ting seemed to have become unrestrained. While enjoying the pleasure brought by the man's penis, Su Ting used her head to open the small door, almost exposing her naked body to the corridor outside.

Of course, there was no one in the corridor at this moment, and Su Ting was not so bold as to let others pay attention to her. But it was this strange feeling that she might be discovered by someone, even her husband, at any time that made Su Ting feel even more excited. The lustful fluid in her lower body secreted more and more, flowing down Su Ting's snow-white long legs and even down to her ankles.

With her head sticking out of the corridor, Su Ting's black hair danced in mid-air, and her fair breasts swayed back and forth with Han Feng's thrusts. Wave after wave of pleasure surged from her core and spread throughout Su Ting's body. Han Feng's last few violent thrusts sent Su Ting directly to the peak of pleasure. The moment the semen sprayed into her uterus, every inch of Su Ting's skin seemed to tremble, and she clenched her teeth tightly, making a soft "crunching" sound.

While Han Feng was tidying his clothes, Su Ting had already returned to her workroom. Han Feng walked outside, observing the activity in the hallway while watching Su Ting stretch out naked in the cramped space. After a while, Su Ting slowly began to put on her work clothes from the daytime. After tidying everything up, she stuffed the soiled dress into her bag before slowly walking up to Han Feng.

"Go back and take a shower first."

Han Feng glanced at the hallway and kissed Su Ting on the lips.

"I know, you too."

Su Ting sighed. "Let's go back."

Seeing Han Feng nod, turn around the corner, and peek back at her, Su Ting gave him a knowing smile and pressed her doorbell.

"Who is it?"

Ding Wei's voice came from inside.

"Honey, it's me."

Su Ting called out to her husband, her face still turned towards Han Feng. Han Feng grinned, and the moment Su Ting's door opened, he turned back and pressed the elevator button.

It was past eleven when they got home, but Zheng Jian and the others were still awake. Seeing Han Feng covered in dust, Cao Yang laughed and said, "You guys went to play in the dirt?"

"More or less..."

Han Feng threw his coat on the ground and dusted off his pants. "So energetic?"

"We're regretting it."

Yi Ran frowned. "Regretting coming out..."

"You guys are happy."

Han Feng sat down next to Chen Bin and lit a cigarette.

"You knew we wouldn't stand it."

Chen Bin laughed too.

"Of course!"

Han Feng nodded. "Don't you know me? All these years of brotherhood for nothing?"

"Exactly!"

Zheng Jian shouted. "By the way, what did you give Sister Su to drink at dinner?"

"White sugar."

Han Feng answered directly. "I wanted to use something else, but that stuff is the easiest to find."

"Damn!"

Zheng Jian cursed. "This win was really meaningless."

"Who told you to leave?" Yi Ran

stood up. "Alright, we've had our fun. Now, let's announce something..."

"Hmm?"

Han Feng looked at Yi Ran. He continued, "I've officially broken up with Hamster now, you all heard that, right?"

"What do you mean?"

Han Feng looked at Zheng Jian.

"So what if we never even started dating?"

Zheng Jian sighed helplessly. "Little Cat just wanted to see you make a fool of yourself. My boyfriend isn't even temporary."

"You tricked me?"

Han Feng pointed at Yi Ran. "You..."

"So what if I tricked you?" Yi Ran

walked towards her room, saying as she went, "I'm done playing around. I'm going back to sleep."

"Damn it!"

Han Feng turned to look at Cao Yang and Chen Bin. "I lost so unfairly."

"You deserve it!"

Cao Yang retorted. "Who told you to tell Little Cat about your bet?"

"Exactly..."

Chen Bin nodded and stood up. "I'm going to sleep too."

Seeing that Cao Yang and Zheng Jian had also gone back to their rooms, Han Feng went back to his room to take a shower before going to the balcony to smoke. He glanced at Yi Ran's room and noticed that although the curtains were drawn tightly, the light was still on. He knocked on the window: "Asleep?"

"No."

The window opened, and Yi Ran poked her head out in her nightgown. "What is it?"

"It's nothing!"

Han Feng blew smoke at Yi Ran, making her cough, before continuing, "Just getting revenge, go to sleep."

"You're so mean! You stingy person!"

Yi Ran was still coughing as she closed the window. Seeing her like this, Han Feng chuckled awkwardly.

On Monday morning, Yi Ran went to work and happened to run into Fang Lin preparing a humidifier in the music room. Seeing Yi Ran come in, Fang Lin immediately said, "You need to do me a favor?"

"Huh?"

Yi Ran sat down on the piano bench.

“These past two days…”

Fang Lin lowered her voice, “Zheng Jian hasn’t contacted me at all. I want you to help me find out what he’s thinking.”

“Oh.”

Yi Ran remembered what Zheng Jian had told her that day, “Want to hear the truth?”

Seeing Fang Lin nod, she continued, “He thinks you… how should I put it, you shouldn’t have given yourself to him so quickly. Now he thinks you’re a bit too easy… that’s what he said himself.”

“This…”

Fang Lin lowered her head, “That’s what I’m worried about. Actually… I never thought he would be with me. Never mind…”

“Chongchong…”

Yi Ran called Fang Lin by the nickname she had given her, “I think Zheng Jian isn’t completely indifferent to you. How about this, you can come to my place for meals often. Maybe if you spend more time together, things will change.”

“Is that appropriate?”

Fang Lin hesitated.

“I don’t think it’s a problem. If it doesn’t work out, we can still be friends.”

Yi Ran looked at Fang Lin, “No matter what, don’t associate with that guy surnamed Li anymore, otherwise…”

“I know.”

Fang Lin pinched Yi Ran’s cheek, “I knew Xiao Mao was the best to me…”

“But do you really like Zheng Jian?” Yi

Ran asked again.

"I don't know either..."

Fang Lin looked at Yi Ran, "Maybe... a little bit..."

After work, Yi Ran and Fang Lin went to the market and bought a lot of food. After returning home and bustling around for a while, Yi Ran suddenly slapped her forehead when she saw the empty dining room: "I forgot to ask them if they were coming back for dinner!"

"Huh?"

Fang Lin exclaimed, "You're really forgetful."

"Never mind, let's eat first." Yi

Ran took a bowl and served rice, and the two women sat down on either side of the table to eat dinner.

Just as they were about to finish eating, the door opened, and Zheng Jian stepped in. Seeing Fang Lin and Yi Ran, he paused for a moment, then nodded and smiled at Fang Lin. Fang Lin blushed and asked, "Have you eaten?"

"Not yet."

Zheng Jian changed his shoes and entered the dining room, sniffing the food on the table. "It smells delicious, I'm starving."

"Eat up."

Fang Lin served Zheng Jian a bowl of rice and placed it in front of him.

Zheng Jian took a bite of rice, then added a piece of vegetables to his mouth, grumbling, "Did the kitten make all of this?"

"Half of it was made by Chongchong. Try it and see if it's good."

Yi Ran glanced at Fang Lin and pushed the river shrimp towards Zheng Jian.

"Delicious!"

Zheng Jian took a big bite. "I didn't expect your cooking to be so good."

"My cooking is nowhere near as good as the kitten's,"

Fang Lin replied with a smile.

"By the way, aren't they coming back for dinner?"

Yi Ran asked Zheng Jian.

"Oh."

Zheng Jian continued eating. "Xiao Dou went back to school. Brother Chen went to see her off at the station. She probably ate out..."

He kept picking up food with his chopsticks. "Isn't Brother Cao going on a business trip tomorrow? He's going out with Feng Ying tonight for some alone time. Brother Han has a social engagement. Who knows where he went."

"They're all unlucky guys."

Yi Ran muttered under her breath.

After dinner, it was almost eight o'clock, and Chen Bin, Cao Yang, and Han Feng still hadn't returned. Fang Lin got up, saying she was going back to her dorm, and still looked at Zheng Jian, saying, "Why don't you see Chongchong off? It's so late, I'm worried about her going home alone."

"Okay!"

Zheng Jian got up and accompanied Fang Lin out the door. When they reached the apartment building, Fang Lin stopped and turned back to Zheng Jian, saying, "I can go back by myself, you don't need to see me off."

Zheng Jian frowned at Fang Lin, "I'm going back to play games and cards anyway, seeing you off is just to help me digest."

Walking along the path in the apartment complex, Zheng Jian and Fang Lin didn't speak for a long time. After they reached the other side of the road, Zheng Jian scratched his head and smiled, "Sorry, I'm not very good at talking to girls."

"I can tell."

Fang Lin led Zheng Jian into the school, "I heard it from Xiao Mao."

"Huh?"

Zheng Jian was stunned for a moment, "I didn't mean that..."

"Hmm?"

Fang Lin was also taken aback, "I said Xiao Mao said you don't talk much in front of women, what are you thinking?"

"I..."

Zheng Jian continued to scratch his head, "I thought..."

"You think I'm promiscuous?"

Fang Lin sighed. "A woman like me who... after only knowing a man for a day, you must not think of me as a good woman, right?"

Hearing Fang Lin's direct question, Zheng Jian sighed. "Well... I know I shouldn't say that, but... men are selfish, so..."

"I know."

Fang Lin smiled slightly. "I don't blame you."

As if talking to herself, she continued, "I originally wanted to give myself to one and only man, but..."

She shook her head at this point.

"This..."

The two arrived at the dormitory building. Zheng Jian looked at Fang Lin, "I'm sorry, actually I think you're pretty good, it's just..."

"Don't overthink it."

Fang Lin suddenly leaned over and kissed Zheng Jian, "We're still friends."

Watching Fang Lin's figure disappear on the stairs, Zheng Jian stood outside for a long time, covering his face where Fang Lin had just kissed him, before turning around and leaving the school. When he arrived at his apartment building, Zheng Jian stood at the entrance and smoked a cigarette. Then he took out his phone and dialed Fang Lin's number, which he had gotten from Yi Ran: "Hey, want to come over for dinner tomorrow night?"

When Zheng Jian went upstairs and returned home, Chen Bin was already sitting on the sofa watching TV. Yi Ran was making a rustling sound in the room, rummaging through something. Seeing Zheng Jian return, Chen Bin asked, "What's wrong? You look so strange."

Zheng Jian plopped down opposite Chen Bin: "I think I might like Fang Lin."

"Holy crap!"

Chen Bin stared at Zheng Jian, "You're moving too fast! Just the other day you said you liked your cousin..."

“I don’t understand either.”

Zheng Jian recounted what he had said on the way back to Fang Lin to Chen Bin, and added at the end, “Anyway, I just had a fleeting crush…”

“You’re pretty innocent, aren’t you?”

Chen Bin’s eyes narrowed into slits.

“I’ll keep looking for

something better while I’m ahead.” Zheng Jian sighed and leaned back on the sofa. “We’ll see.”

“Just don’t get too attached.”

Chen Bin replied cheerfully.

When Cao Yang returned, Chen Bin and Zheng Jian were already drinking beer. Zheng Jian pointed to the beer bottles on the table and said to Cao Yang, who had just entered, “Want to have a drink?”

“No.”

Cao Yang waved his hand. “I have a flight early tomorrow morning, and I still need to pack.”

“Then finish packing before you drink.”

Chen Bin said to Cao Yang, “A few bottles of beer won’t make you miss your flight.”

“I’m fucking tired.”

Cao Yang went to the storage compartment and took out his suitcase.

"It's easy to have fun with women, but tiring to drink with brothers."

Zheng Jian raised his middle finger. "

I despise you!" "Fuck your grandpa."

Cao Yang pushed his suitcase. "I'll fucking drink you to death."

Of course, Zheng Jian wouldn't be drunk to death, but he was practically dead now. While Chen Bin and Cao Yang were sleeping, this young master Zheng also lay down on his own bed. Normally, he should have fallen asleep quickly, but this time he tossed and turned for a long time without feeling sleepy, and even went to the toilet to vomit twice.

Back in his bedroom, Zheng Jian, still feeling dizzy, fumbled for his phone and sent a text: "I kind of miss you, what are you doing?"

Less than five minutes later, he heard a loud banging on his door. Opening it, he saw Yi Ran glaring at him, fist in one hand and phone in the other, yelling, "What are you doing in the middle of the night? Wrong number, huh?"

"Wrong number..."

Chen Bin's head popped out from the next room, "Bro, a mass text, right?"

"That's right!"

Cao Yang's voice came through the crack in the door, "Thanks for your kindness, bro, but I'm not interested in your asshole!"

"Damn!"

Zheng Jian sobered up instantly. "Wrong number!"

He slammed the door shut, leaving Yi Ran, who was about to laugh at him, outside.

"So stupid."

Yi Ran went back to her room. A moment later, her phone rang again, another message from Zheng Jian, this time just two simple sentences: "Sorry! Wrong number!"

Putting down her phone, Zheng Jian sat on the edge of the bed for a while, lost in thought. Her already waning drowsiness was now even more energized than after a cold shower. She strolled to the balcony, the cool night breeze feeling exceptionally comfortable. Looking back, she saw Han Feng hadn't returned yet; his room was empty. She pulled the French doors open and found them unlocked. Her eyes darted around, and she stepped into Han Feng's room.

She always used Han Feng's bathroom when she showered, so she wasn't worried about him finding her there. Even if he returned, she could simply say she was using the bathroom.

Han Feng's room was no different from usual. A wall-to-wall bookshelf was filled with all sorts of books. The lower shelves were mostly legal texts and large volumes of literature, history, and philosophy; the middle two rows were of natural science books; and the top row was entirely filled with novels, fairy tales, and comic books. Next to them were piles of hundreds of CDs and old cassette tapes.

Yiran moved a chair over and flipped through Han Feng's CDs, taking out a few and setting them aside to listen to later. Turning her head, she saw the neatly folded blankets and frowned slightly. She had to admit this man was much tidier than her; even at his most diligent, he was lucky if he folded the blankets once every two days.

A mischievous smile crept onto Yiran's face. She tiptoed from the balcony back to her room, then went out to the kitchen to find a pineapple she'd bought that afternoon but hadn't had time to cut. She returned to Han Feng's room, lifted the blankets, placed them on the bed, and tidied them up. Seeing nothing amiss, she smiled with satisfaction.

Her gaze shifted, and Yiran noticed the laptop on Han Feng's desk. Curious, she opened the lid, and the screen lit up immediately—Han Feng hadn't shut it down, nor had he even set a password—unfortunately, the desktop only had a trash can and a few icons common to any computer, along with a shortcut called "Study Files."

"Boring!"

Yiran muttered under her breath as she sat down at the computer. She casually clicked on the "Study Files" folder, which contained three other folders named "International Cooperation," "Asian Summit Forum," and "Destabilizing Factors Hindering Social Progress." "What nonsense!"

Yiran double-clicked the "Asian Summit Forum" folder closest to the mouse. A bunch of video files with ridiculously long names immediately popped up, mostly in Japanese text she couldn't understand. Even so, Yiran blushed. She wasn't a child; even if she wasn't very familiar with these things, she'd seen them before—this folder was full of pornographic films.

"Pervert!"

Yiran cursed under her breath, getting up to leave. She glanced at the doorway, then sat back down at the computer and clicked the mouse to open a video file.

A Japanese woman's image quickly appeared on the screen, muttering something incomprehensible to Yiran. Dragging the progress bar, the image jumped to the woman, now naked, being pinned down on a mattress by several men. One of the men was forcefully thrusting his enormous penis into her body.

Yiran pouted and stared at the lewd scene on the screen for a while. When she saw the man pull his penis out of the woman's body and another man insert his penis into the woman's vagina, which was full of semen, Yiran grinned.

"How perverted!"

Yiran muttered to herself, reaching up to press her private parts and finding some slight dampness on her underwear. Her face flushed even more. Just as she was about to turn off the player, she suddenly heard someone say behind her, "Isn't it good?"

Startled by the voice, Yiran turned around and saw Han Feng standing by the window, frowning at her. She stammered, "This...this...this...this..."

As she said this, the woman's moans on the computer suddenly became louder. Although the computer volume wasn't high, the obviously exaggerated moans made Yiran want to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

"You watch, I'm going to sleep."

Han Feng actually turned around and walked towards Yiran's room.

"No...don't..." Yiran

quickly stood up from her chair and chased after him. When she reached her bedroom window, Han Feng had already crawled into Yiran's blanket. While adjusting his head position on the pillow, he said to Yiran, "I just found out you like watching this. It's okay if we watch it together sometime, and even study it together..."

"Get up!"

Yiran pointed at Han Feng. "Go back to your room to sleep!"

"No!"

Han Feng shook his head, hugging Yiran's teddy bear. "I'm not going back."

"Shameless!"

Yiran reached out to pull the blanket. "No way!"

"I don't care!"

Han Feng glared at Yiran. "Anyway, I'm sleeping here tonight. Do you mind if we sleep together?"

"Dream on!"

Yi Ran kicked Han Feng, turned and walked outside. "Fine, I'll change it!"

She stormed into Han Feng's room, shut down the computer, and sat there for a long time, mentally cursing Han Feng dozens of times before finally throwing off the covers and jumping onto the bed. As she jumped, she yelled, "I'll smash your bed... Ah!"

That final "Ah!" was incredibly pitiful. If Zheng Jian and the others hadn't been so far away and sound asleep, they probably would have rushed over upon hearing that midnight scream.

Han Feng, of course, didn't rush over. When he returned, he saw his room light was on and Yi Ran's door was open, so he went to the balcony for a smoke. But as soon as he peeked out, he saw Yi Ran stuffing something under his blanket. If Yi Ran hadn't been so engrossed in her work, she would have noticed Han Feng was already back much earlier.

Taking the pineapple out of the blanket, tears immediately streamed down Yiran's face. Touching her burning bottom, she didn't know whether to continue crying or laughing. How could she have been so foolish? Even if she was angry with Han Feng, she shouldn't have forgotten the trap she had set…

Thinking that the man in the next room might be secretly laughing, Yiran threw the pineapple to the ground with a "thud," wiped her tears, rolled over, and lay face down on Han Feng's bed. While rubbing her bottom, she bit and tore at Han Feng's pillow until the pillowcase was ripped to shreds. Only then did she finally calm down a bit. After cursing Han Feng for a while, she finally drifted off to sleep.

Chapter 14

The next day, Yiran didn't make breakfast. When she returned to her room from the balcony, Han Feng had already left. The bed was neatly made. When she walked into the living room, Chen Bin had just returned from downstairs with breakfast. Seeing Yiran, he called her over to eat.

Upon arriving at the restaurant, Cao Yang, Zheng Jian, and Han Feng were all seated. Yi Ran remained squatting in her chair throughout breakfast. Seeing her strange posture, Zheng Jian was taken aback: "Why don't you sit down?"

"Squatting is more comfortable," Yi Ran replied.

Before she could finish, Han Feng laughed, "Sitting will hurt your butt..."

"I want to,"

Yi Ran retorted, glaring at Han Feng.

At noon, they met Fang Lin in the music room. Yi Ran was still standing more than sitting. Seeing her pacing back and forth, Fang Lin asked, "What's wrong, Lazy Cat? Started dieting?"

"No," Yi

Ran touched her chest. "I can't bear to lose weight. What will I use to seduce men if I lose all of this?"

"You still have a butt,"

Fang Lin laughed, giving Yi Ran a light slap on her plump, round bottom. The latter immediately cried out, "Ouch!"

"What's wrong?"

Fang Lin exclaimed, startled.

"Ouch!"

Yiran looked around to make sure no one was watching, then lifted her skirt, revealing her snow-white buttocks covered in tiny red welts, some of the larger ones already scabbed over.

"What happened here?"

Fang Lin asked, stunned, as Yiran lowered her skirt.

“Sigh…”

Yiran sighed, “It’s because of the pineapple.”

“Pineapple! You said pineapple?”

Fang Lin’s eyes widened. “I’ve only ever heard of using cucumbers and eggplants, why are you using a pineapple… Which side are you going to use? How big would that stretch?”

“Get lost! You pervert.” Yiran

shoved Fang Lin. “You should use cucumbers and eggplants, I recommend yams. They’re longer and thicker, and they even have their own lubricant after peeling, how thoughtful!”

“I’m allergic to yams.”

Fang Lin replied with a smile. “You should keep them for yourself.”

After thinking for a moment, she asked Yiran, “By the way, Zheng Jian sent me two text messages last night. I think he doesn’t like me anymore.”

“Who said that?” Yiran

took out her phone and handed it to Fang Lin. “I got those two text messages too.”

“Huh?”

Fang Lin glanced at it. “What does he mean? Did he really send them to the wrong person?”

“Yeah.”

Yiran nodded. “Not only you and me, but even his brothers received them. They were drunk.”

“Oh my god…”

Fang Lin stuck out her tongue. “Who was he planning to send the first message to?”

"How would I know?"

Yiran smirked. "Why don't you ask him yourself? By the way, come to my place for dinner tonight."

Fang Lin naturally wouldn't refuse Yiran's suggestion. During her afternoon break, Fang Lin ran into Li Yunsheng, the head of the training department, who was looking for her in the hallway of the music room. The old man immediately gave Fang Lin a lewd smile: "Anything going on tonight?"

"Yes."

Fang Lin walked to the stairwell and said to Li Yunsheng, who had followed her, "What do you want now?"

"I miss you."

Li Yunsheng leaned closer to Fang Lin, his tone full of lewdness. "My wife isn't home today. Want to come to my place for some fun?"

"No, I'm not going."

Fang Lin shook her head. "I... I think we should stop seeing each other."

"What do you mean?"

Li Yunsheng seemed taken aback. "Everything was fine last time. Why is it like this all of a sudden?"

"Director Li..."

Fang Lin looked at the old man in front of her. "I just got a boyfriend. I don't want to..."

"What are you afraid of?"

Li Yunsheng grinned lewdly. "Even if you have a boyfriend, we can still..."

He reached out to hug Fang Lin.

"No!"

Fang Lin dodged Li Yunsheng's arm, protecting herself. "I've had enough! Don't come looking for me again!"

"Trying to reform?"

Li Yunsheng snorted. "You've probably hooked up with some rich guy, haven't you? Who do you think you are? If you don't want to, plenty of women will beg me, ptooey!"

With that, he turned and walked out of the stairwell without looking back, leaving Fang Lin standing by the handrail, her face flushed and pale, trembling with anger.

Li Yunsheng walked into the stairwell and ran into Yi Ran, who was picking up Lingling for her class. Li Yunsheng glanced at Yi Ran: "Teacher Yi, come here for a moment."

"Wait..."

Yi Ran took Lingling into the music room, came out and closed the door, facing Li Yunsheng. "What is it, Director Li?"

"Well..."

Li Yunsheng smiled, "You've been doing very well since you came to the school. I've been thinking of talking to the higher-ups about making you a tenured teacher. What do you think? How about this, we can talk after your class tonight?"

"Talk to you, my foot!"

Yi Ran said with a smile, but her mouth rattled off a string of words, "So that's how you got other teachers into bed? Do you think everyone cares about that worthless tenure? Trying to hit on me? Look at yourself! I wouldn't even look at a... yam! A little director of the school's training department, you really think you're something special? If you piss me off, I'll just resign and leave. Do you believe I can take all the piano students with me? If so many students leave, how are you going to explain it to the main campus? You..."

"Alright, alright..."

Seeing that Yi Ran was about to continue, Li Yunsheng quickly stopped her, "I didn't say anything, why are you thinking so much? It's time, you should go to class..."

"Hmph!"

Yiran let out a contemptuous laugh from her nose. "Don't think women are easy to mess with. If you come looking for me again, I'll go have a good talk with your wife. Do you think I don't know you became the director because of your wife? You're a gigolo..."

Watching Li Yunsheng hurriedly and disheveledly run out of the music building, Yiran returned to her music room and let out a long sigh. Then she chuckled. The anger that had been building up since last night seemed to be released all at once. Yiran suddenly felt that the world was bright, and even the scale that Lingling played wrong sounded beautiful.

After work, Yiran told Fang Lin about her encounter with Li Yunsheng that afternoon. Fang Lin seemed a little worried, looking at the nonchalant Yiran and saying, "Won't he retaliate against us?"

"Who cares?"

Yiran sneered. "If that old bastard dares to bully us, we'll quit, open a piano center across from the school, and steal all their students. Let's see how he cries then!"

"Opening a center requires a lot of money...we don't have that kind of money,"

Fang Lin replied. "Don't overthink it."

"Tch! Can't I even think about it?"

Yiran sneered. "No money, huh? We can just borrow...but who will we borrow from?"

As she spoke, she actually started thinking, her eyes not moving for a long time.

Seeing that she was thinking seriously, Fang Lin nudged Yiran: "Stop thinking nonsense, let's go buy groceries first!"

The two walked a few steps towards the supermarket, and Yiran inadvertently glanced at a shop next to the supermarket with a white paper pasted on it that said "For Sale." She turned to Fang Lin and said, "Look, this shop is empty..."

"You really want to open a center?"

Fang Lin looked at the shop.

“A little…”

Yiran gave a wry smile. “Actually, I cursed that old lecher today because I was in a bad mood. I regret it now. With a petty guy like him, I probably won’t get a chance to renew my contract when it expires. It’s better to make plans early.”

“You!”

Fang Lin shook her head. “That house is almost a thousand square meters. How are you going to buy it? You couldn’t even afford it if you sold yourself.”

“That’s true…” Yiran

muttered. “Even at 40,000 per square meter, it would cost at least 40 million. My god, no way!”

Looking at Fang Lin, she asked again, “What’s a faster way to make money?”

“Become a prostitute!”

Fang Lin glanced at Yiran. “With your looks, I could probably get someone to patronize you if you charged 2,000 per session.”

“2,000?”

Yiran blinked and started calculating, "That would require serving 20,000 clients. To earn that much in two years, you'd need 10,000 clients a year. With 365 days a year, minus 65 days of menstruation, that's 300 days left… Good heavens, that means being patronized over 30 times a day! Even if we both went to sell ourselves, it would still cost 15…"

"Go sell yourself!"

Fang Lin interrupted Yiran impatiently. "You could sell yourself all at once, but I don't know if anyone would be willing to pay that much."

"If someone were willing to buy… I have that much money, why would I need to open a center?"

Yiran shook her head. "Difficult, difficult."

“So stop daydreaming.”

Fang Lin pulled Yiran into the supermarket. “Forget about the house, let’s just go have some yogurt…”

After buying groceries and cooking at home, apart from Han Feng and Cao Yang who was on a business trip, Zheng Jian and Chen Bin had already returned home. During dinner, Yiran brought up the piano center thing they had joked about earlier. Chen Bin nodded at first, then shook his head: “It’s not impossible, but the funding requirement is too big. Our assets should be enough to buy that house, but our cash on hand… is far from that much. By the way, how much do you have in the bank right now?”

The last question was directed at Zheng Jian.

“Less than two hundred, far from four thousand.”

Zheng Jian shook his head. “We don’t necessarily have to buy it. We can just rent it.”

“True…”

Yi Ran pouted. “The key is that I have no savings. I have to borrow all the money. What if the enrollment doesn’t go well and I can’t pay it back? I’ll be doomed!”

“So you have to think it through.”

Chen Bin nodded. “We can help you as much as we can, but don’t think of doing business as something so simple. If you’re too hasty, you’ll run into problems.”

“I know, honest man.”

Yi Ran smiled at Chen Bin. “I’ll discuss it with my sister later.”

After dinner, when Fang Lin said she was leaving, Zheng Jian naturally followed her downstairs. As they walked out of the complex and passed the shop Yi Ran had mentioned, Zheng Jian leaned closer to look at it and turned to Fang Lin: “Is opening a piano center profitable?”

“I’m not too sure.”

Fang Lin thought for a moment. “But there are quite a lot of kids learning piano now. The key is that the first few months might be difficult.”

“Oh.”

Zheng Jian responded. “If there’s a stable income, I might be able to help you think of a way…”

"Really?"

Fang Lin looked at Zheng Jian. "You don't have to force yourself. This is just something I came up with on a whim; it doesn't seem very reliable."

"Then let's look around some more."

Zheng Jian came to Fang Lin's side. "Having something to do is better than working at school, but I need to think about it carefully... We'll talk about it later."

"Okay."

Fang Lin moved closer to Zheng Jian. "I want to walk around a bit more. Why don't you go back first?"

"No need!"

Zheng Jian seemed to want to put his arm around Fang Lin's waist, but he pulled his hand back. "I'm fine. Let's walk around together."

After passing the shops around the neighborhood, the two walked to the roadside. Seeing that Zheng Jian hadn't said anything, Fang Lin smiled and said, "Why are you so quiet?"

Zheng Jian smiled awkwardly. "I've never had a girlfriend before. My grades weren't good in school, and I got beaten a lot. My dad was very strict. Even if I met a girl I liked, I was too embarrassed to tell her. The only time I confessed, I was rejected. She said she liked mature girls and I looked too young..."

"Pfft..."

Hearing Zheng Jian finally open up, Fang Lin covered her mouth and chuckled. "Maybe he wasn't wrong, but you said you never had a girlfriend before... that doesn't seem like it." She

blushed slightly after saying that, but luckily Zheng Jian was focused on a sports car approaching in the distance and didn't notice Fang Lin's expression.

"Hey..."

Zheng Jian watched the sports car speed away and scratched his head. "Um..."

"Embarrassed to say?"

Fang Lin continued walking forward. "Not having a girlfriend doesn't mean not having women, I know that."

"Not really."

Zheng Jian took a couple of steps behind. "I've only been to a few prostitutes, but..."

Suddenly remembering the experience of being taken away by the police that day, he frowned and shut his mouth.

“What man doesn’t visit prostitutes?”

Fang Lin seemed nonchalant. “Men like you have so many social engagements every day, who would believe you don’t visit prostitutes?”

“That’s not necessarily true.”

Hearing Fang Lin’s words, Zheng Jian’s expression softened. “We do go out occasionally… oh, but not all of us will find women.”

“Brother Chen wouldn’t, would he?”

Fang Lin asked. “I don’t think so. Brother Cao is hard to say. I’ve heard that tech guys are all secretly horny. As for Brother Han, he definitely will find women. I think he can’t resist any pretty woman he sees…”

“You guessed wrong.”

Zheng Jian pointed at Fang Lin. “The only one among us who hasn’t visited prostitutes is Brother Han.”

“Really?”

Fang Lin seemed somewhat surprised.

“Yes, he will.”

Zheng Jian sighed. “He can look around, but when it comes to finding women, he gets incredibly picky. This one isn’t pretty, that one has no class. What’s class to him if he’s a prostitute?”

“Heh…”

Fang Lin chuckled. “I really didn’t expect that. By the way, what about that text message you sent the other day?”

“That…”

Zheng Jian scratched his head and laughed again. “I pressed the wrong key, sent it to the whole group. It was so damn embarrassing!”

“It was pretty embarrassing.”

Fang Lin nodded. “Who did you actually want to send it to?”

Hearing Fang Lin’s question, Zheng Jian hesitated for a moment, then turned to face Fang Lin and stammered, “I… I… wanted to send it to you…”

“Really?”

Fang Lin covered her mouth, her voice suddenly choked up. “You really…”

“Yes!”

Zheng Jian suddenly grabbed Fang Lin’s shoulders and repeated what he had just said. “I was going to send it to you!”

"You..."

Fang Lin suddenly threw herself into Zheng Jian's arms. "I...I'm so happy."

If Fang Lin's initial impression of Zheng Jian was based on his family background, her feelings for him had changed after their passionate night at the resort. Especially after their two conversations last night and today, although Zheng Jian wasn't eloquent, the joy of being acknowledged by such a man transformed into love for him. What was initially just a slight liking now filled Fang Lin's heart and soul.

Unlike Yi Ran, she didn't have such high expectations. Fang Lin simply wanted a man she could rely on. Although she wasn't sure how long Zheng Jian's feelings would last, at least for now, the Zheng Jian before her was enough to make her feel at ease.

Sometimes, a woman only wants a fleeting feeling, because for a woman in happiness, that momentary emotion can easily become a lifetime in her imagination.

When they returned to Fang Lin's dormitory building, Zheng Jian's hand was already around Fang Lin's waist. This time, he didn't watch Fang Lin go upstairs because he was sitting on Fang Lin's bed.

Fang Lin's dormitory was small. Besides a desk, chairs, and a small bookshelf, there was only a bunk bed. Zheng Jian sat on the edge of the bed and looked up at her. "You live in a place like this?"

"The dormitory is cheap."

Fang Lin went outside to get Zheng Jian a kettle of water, came back and turned on the electricity, and then said to Zheng Jian, "My salary isn't much, so I try to save money wherever I can."

"Is someone in the top bunk?"

Zheng Jian asked. "Is she your colleague?"

"That's Xiao Mao's bed."

Fang Lin replied, "She stayed here for a few days, thought it was too shabby, and moved out. She rented a place first, but then thought it was too expensive, and then she met you guys."

Pointing to the top bunk, she continued, "As a result, this bunk has never been assigned to anyone, and I've always lived here alone."

"That's fine."

Zheng Jian nodded. "Sometimes I miss the feeling of living in a dormitory when I was in school."

After chatting for a few minutes, Fang Lin made a cup of tea for Zheng Jian after the water boiled. As she handed it to him, Zheng Jian suddenly grabbed Fang Lin's hand.

"Be careful not to knock it over..."

Fang Lin held the teacup.

Zheng Jian took the teacup with his other hand and placed it on the table. Without the worry of being scalded by the hot water, Fang Lin naturally sat down beside him.

At this moment, she didn't need to say anything more. Zheng Jian embraced her and sealed her lips with his.

Undressing went smoothly. Although this wasn't the first time Zheng Jian and Fang Lin had been naked together, Fang Lin still felt a little shy. Compared to a man's somewhat straightforward sexual instincts, while a woman could certainly achieve physical satisfaction through intercourse, the feeling of making love with a man she loved was incomparable to simple piston-like movements.

As she opened her legs to welcome Zheng Jian's thick penis, Fang Lin put her arms around his shoulders.

Zheng Jian lay on top of Fang Lin, not rushing to enter her body. He lowered his head and kissed Fang Lin's cherry lips for a long, long time, until he felt Fang Lin's slightly rapid breathing. Only then did he gently push the head of his penis aside Fang Lin's already moist labia, slowly inserting his penis inch by inch into Fang Lin's tight and tender vagina. The mushroom-shaped head pressed against Fang Lin's clitoris. Fang Lin let out a long breath, and her legs wrapped around Zheng Jian from behind, crossing over each other.

Zheng Jian remained on top of Fang Lin, his body pressed against Fang Lin's naked body as he began to move back and forth. The man's chest pressed firmly against Fang Lin's breasts, which surged like waves on Fang Lin's chest with his movements.

His thrusting speed was slow, and Fang Lin slightly raised her buttocks, responding to Zheng Jian's insertion and withdrawal with almost the same frequency. She placed her slender fingers on Zheng Jian's cheeks, cupped his face, and kissed the man's mouth forcefully.

Fang Lin slipped her tongue into Zheng Jian's mouth, and her lower body contracted slightly. Zheng Jian's penis touched something inside her body, giving Fang Lin a strong feeling of pleasure. She released Zheng Jian's face and whispered, "Where did it touch...it feels so good..."

Of course, Zheng Jian didn't know what his penis had touched. He slightly raised his upper body and continued to slowly thrust inside Fang Lin's body. Her vaginal fluid covered his penis and scrotum. When he thrust outward, his scrotum swayed against Fang Lin's perineum, creating a sticky, pulling sensation.

After dozens of thrusts, Fang Lin's body was slightly sweaty. She closed her eyes, her eyelashes fluttering, and whispered to Zheng Jian, "I love you... I..."

These words were more effective than Viagra for Zheng Jian. He lowered his head and kissed Fang Lin again, then began to thrust violently. By now, Fang Lin's legs were wide open, and Zheng Jian could easily see his penis rubbing against Fang Lin's labia as it rapidly entered and exited her tight opening. Each thrust against Fang Lin's mons pubis produced a clear "slap slap" sound.

The old iron bed swayed back and forth under Zheng Jian and Fang Lin's passionate assault, the "creak creak" sound echoing rhythmically in the room, while the iron railings beside the bed hit the wall with a "thump thump" sound.

Fang Lin, oblivious to whether anyone next door could hear the commotion, focused solely on thrusting her hips repeatedly with Zheng Jian's movements, uttering incoherent moans that Zheng Jian couldn't understand. All he knew was that Fang Lin, body and soul, belonged solely to him. This uniquely masculine sense of conquest fueled Zheng Jian's thrusts, causing Fang Lin's body to writhe and her vaginal walls to tighten, like a starving female beast eager to devour him whole.

Zheng Jian wanted to continue enjoying Fang Lin's soft, hot body, but as she moved, his penis, gripped tightly by her flesh, suddenly twitched uncontrollably twice. His body relaxed, and the head of his penis, still pressed against the depths of Fang Lin's vagina, ejaculated.

Thick, hot semen sprayed into her body. Fang Lin clung to Zheng Jian, entwining herself with him like an octopus, her body constricting from head to toe in an instant, trembling and convulsing.

He lay on top of Fang Lin again, embracing her tightly. They rolled over beside her, lying face to face on the bed, their limbs, already covered in sweat, still intertwined, unwilling to separate even as their breathing gradually calmed.

That night, Zheng Jian didn't go home. Fang Lin's single bed, though small, was enough for them. The next day, when Zheng Jian went to work, Fang Lin sat on the edge of the bed, covered by the blanket, looking like a young woman who had just experienced her first time. Zheng Jian kissed her lips: "Wait for my call this afternoon..."

"Okay,"

Fang Lin nodded vigorously.

At the company, Zheng Jian sat in his office for a long time, thinking. It was almost ten o'clock when he finally came out and went to his brother Zheng Qiang's office, asking his secretary, Wu Jie, "Has my brother arrived today?"

"He arrived early,"

Wu Jie quickly replied. "President Zheng is inside now."

Zheng Jian nodded, walked to Zheng Qiang's office door, pushed it open, and went inside.

"Hey!"

Zheng Qiang was looking at a document behind his desk when his younger brother came in and quickly put the document aside. "It's rare for you to come all the way here. What's up?"

"Nothing much."

Zheng Jian sat down opposite Zheng Qiang. "I wanted to discuss something with you."

"What's so serious about it?"

Zheng Qiang laughed. "I rarely see you so focused..."

"Am I that serious?"

Zheng Jian rolled his eyes. "Does the company have any extra funds available right now?"

"Yes."

Zheng Qiang answered crisply. "Didn't you see the first quarter's financial report? Quite good profits."

"I forgot after reading it."

Zheng Jian continued. "I'm thinking of making an investment, and I wanted to discuss it with you."

"What kind of project? This is the first time you've brought this up on your own initiative."

Zheng Qiang asked.

"I have a friend..."

Zheng Jian replied, "the girl who lives with us. She wants to open a piano center, but she doesn't have the money, so I thought..."

"Invest in her?"

Zheng Qiang looked at Zheng Jian. "What's your relationship? Are you officially dating?"

"No."

Zheng Jian shook his head. "Just a friend. I just want to help her, nothing more."

"How much do you need?"

Zheng Qiang asked again.

"Four thousand,"

Zheng Jian replied.

"Are you crazy?"

Zheng Qiang almost jumped up. "Forty million to open a piano center? Are you kidding me?"

"I knew you'd scold me."

Zheng Jian actually laughed. "Of course not, it doesn't need that much. Registration should only cost 100,000, which I can afford. The forty million is for the venue; I want to buy it. Renting isn't cost-effective."

"Good idea."

Zheng Qiang breathed a sigh of relief. "If it's just an investment, real estate can indeed preserve value, but have you thought about how long it will take to recoup the principal? Compared to other investments, the return is probably too small. I'd rather use the money in a more suitable place."

"I understand."

Zheng Jian picked up Zheng Qiang's cup and drank some water. "That's what I wanted to discuss with you. I'll have the marketing department assess the rate of return. I also want you to discuss it with Dad and see his opinion. It's rare for me to want to do something, so please don't discourage me, okay?"

"Okay."

Zheng Qiang nodded. "This is the first time you've wanted to do something on your own. From your brother's perspective, I absolutely support you. I'll talk to Dad. You should also talk to Binzi and the others; I'd like to hear their opinions too."

"No problem, I'll get there as soon as possible."

Zheng Jian got up and took a few steps, then turned back and said, "By the way, how about going out for some fun tonight?"

"I have to go home and take care of the kids."

Zheng Qiang shook his head helplessly. "You think I don't want to go out drinking with you guys? Your sister-in-law is watching me like I'm a thief..."

"Henshin!"

Zheng Jian said as he left. Wu Jie, sitting in the cubicle outside the door, covered her mouth and chuckled at his

teasing of Zheng Qiang. In the afternoon, Zheng Jian first had his employees conduct some preliminary investigations into the establishment of the piano center. He then sat in his office, repeatedly considering what Zheng Qiang had said. As it was almost time to leave work, he called Fang Lin and Yi Ran, inviting the two women out for dinner. After packing his things, he found Chen Bin, and the two of them drove to the restaurant he had arranged to meet Fang Lin.

When Fang Lin and Yi Ran arrived, Zheng Jian was talking to Chen Bin about what he had discussed with Zheng Qiang earlier that day. Seeing Fang Lin enter the private room, Zheng Jian shifted his chair: "What do you want to eat?"

"Eek!"

Yi Ran exclaimed, seeing Fang Lin sit down next to Zheng Jian so naturally. "How did you manage to hook up with him in just two days?"

"Shut up!"

Fang Lin pulled Yi Ran to sit down. Yi Ran looked at Chen Bin: "Isn't that dog here?"

"He went out on something

," Chen Bin replied. "What? Missing the big dog?"

"Pah!"

Yi Ran spat. "I don't want to see him, I'm too lazy to talk to him."

"What did Han Feng do to you again?"

Just as Yi Ran finished speaking, the half-open door of the private room opened, and Gu Wanqing walked in carrying a handbag, sitting down next to Yi Ran. "Did you call me here for something important today?"

"More or less..."

Yi Ran glanced at Zheng Jian. "Didn't Hamster tell Chongchong they wanted to talk about starting a business, right?"

"Yes."

Zheng Jian nodded.

"Start a business?"

Gu Wanqing was taken aback.

“We’re planning to open a piano center,”

Yiran said, turning to Gu Wanqing, “to be our own boss.”

“That’s none of your business…”

Gu Wanqing smoothed her long hair. “Why are you asking me about this? I can’t help you with anything.”

“Who said that?”

Yiran continued, “I’m asking to borrow money from you…”

“I don’t have any money!”

Gu Wanqing’s eyes widened. “I still owe Han Feng money.”

“You’ve already given him the money and you’re in such a hurry to pay him back?”

Yiran grinned. “Sis, aren’t you selling your house right now? Don’t pay that jerk back yet, lend it to me.”

“Nonsense!”

Gu Wanqing slapped Yiran. “I have to pay him back first. If you want to borrow, go ask him yourself.”

“Alright, alright…”

Zheng Jian, seeing Yiran pestering Gu Wanqing for money, changed the subject. “Let’s order first, we’ll talk about the serious stuff later.”

When the food was on the table, Chen Bin and Zheng Jian opened a bottle of Wuliangye liquor and ordered freshly squeezed juice for the three women. Seeing Zheng Jian pouring wine for Chen Bin, Yiran asked as if she’d discovered something new: “Why are we drinking baijiu today?”

"What's so strange?"

Zheng Jian looked at Yi Ran. "We've always drunk this."

"I see you guys are all drinking beer," Yi Ran

still asked Zheng Jian.

Zheng Jian put down the bottle: "That's because Brother Han doesn't like the smell of baijiu. It's no fun for us if he doesn't drink it. He's not here today, so I'm just..."

"Give me a glass!"

Yi Ran craned her neck.

"You drink baijiu?"

Zheng Jian and Chen Bin immediately stared at Yi Ran and said in unison.

"What's wrong?"

Yi Ran was puzzled. "Women can't drink baijiu? When I was little, I used to steal my dad's medicinal wine to drink..."

"Sure, sure."

Zheng Jian quickly filled Yi Ran's glass.

"I can only drink a small glass too."

Yi Ran held the glass in front of Zheng Jian. "Come on, Hamster, cheers!"

"Cheers..."

Zheng Jian said, then turned to look at Fang Lin. Fang Lin picked up her juice and smiled at him.

After eating for a while and chatting idly, the topic finally returned to its initial point. Zheng Jian repeated what he had said to Zheng Qiang that morning to Yiran, Fang Lin, and Gu Wanqing. Seeing how serious he was, Yiran shook her head: "No way, we probably can't pay back that much money in our lifetime. We originally wanted to be our own boss, but borrowing so much money from your company is worse than not doing it at all..."

"That's right,"

Fang Lin echoed. "I know you want to help us, but this won't work. The pressure on us is too much."

"You guys have a good idea!"

Zheng Jian chuckled. "Of course I didn't intend to lend you that money. I promised my brother I wouldn't..."

"Then what are you talking about!"

Yiran glared at Zheng Jian.

"How can you talk like that?"

Gu Wanqing scolded Yiran. "President Zheng must have had a good idea before saying that, right?"

"Exactly!"

Zheng Jian looked at Fang Lin. "Here's what I'm thinking: using the company's current idle funds, plus each of us contributing some money, we can set up an independent organization. We'll be the bosses, and you'll work for us. Are you satisfied with that?"

"If that's the case..."

Fang Lin and Yiran exchanged a glance. "That's not bad. At least we won't have to put up with other people's attitudes..."

"We might have to put up with their attitudes."

Yiran shook her head rapidly. "We originally planned to be our own boss. If we follow Hamster's advice, isn't it just changing bosses and continuing to work for someone else? What's the difference between that and now?"

"Of course it's different..."

Zheng Jian laughed. "I can give you a lot of autonomy, and if we lose money, it's our loss. You probably can't afford to lose that much, right?"

"That's true."

Yiran nodded. "In that case, I might consider it..."

"You're really something."

Zheng Jian stared at Yiran. "It's like I'm begging you. If you don't want to, fine, I don't have to lose anything anyway."

"Mr. Zheng is right."

Gu Wanqing looked at Zheng Jian and said to Yiran, "He's just trying to be kind, and you're being so picky..."

"You're helping others again..."

Yiran pouted. "Okay, let me think about it. By the way, if we really open a center, can you help us too, sister?"

"What can I do to help?"

Gu Wanqing was stunned again.

“You’re going to teach painting? Didn’t you study art before?”

Yiran replied. “I think that house is a bit too big just for a piano. What do you think about doing something else on the side?”

“Well…”

Gu Wanqing thought for a moment. “It would be nice to open one, but I haven’t taught for many years. I don’t know if it’s feasible…”

“Teaching kids is easy, right?”

Yiran turned to Zheng Jian. “I agree. When can we discuss it in more detail?”

“It’s not that simple,”

Zheng Jian responded. “You guys research it first, and then prepare a rough plan. We need my brother’s approval, at least. This is no small matter!”

“Okay!”

Yiran pulled Fang Lin. “Let’s think about it carefully later…”

“Hmm…”

Fang Lin looked at Zheng Jian and nodded with a smile. “Thank you for your trouble…”

"It's nothing,"

Zheng Jian smiled. "We're just trying to make money, not just help you guys."

After finishing their business, the group drank for a while longer, and seeing that it was getting late, they left the restaurant and went home. The next morning, Zheng Jian rushed to Zheng Qiang's office. Seeing Zheng Jian's hurried appearance, Zheng Qiang frowned and smiled: "What? Want to know Dad's opinion?"

"Of course!"

Zheng Jian looked at his brother. "Did you talk to Dad?"

"Yes."

Zheng Qiang leaned back in his chair. "Dad is hesitant. You know the training industry isn't doing well right now..."

"Should I talk to Dad?"

Zheng Jian stood in front of Zheng Qiang's desk.

"No need..."

Zheng Qiang shook his head. "Although Dad isn't too optimistic about this investment, he's happy that you have your own ideas, so..."

"Dad agreed?"

Zheng Jian was overjoyed.

"Don't get too excited yet."

Zheng Qiang gestured for Zheng Jian to sit down. "Such a big investment isn't something the two of us can decide on our own. I need to hear Binzi and the others' opinions. I'll be holding a shareholders' meeting tomorrow afternoon. Let's see if you can persuade them then..."

"No problem!"

Zheng Jian nodded. "This is already beyond my expectations. I didn't expect Dad to actually agree with my opinion. It's rare..."

"Do a good job."

Zheng Qiang stood up and patted Zheng Jian's shoulder. "If the shareholders' meeting approves it tomorrow... I don't want to watch you like a child all day."

"Hey!"

Zheng Jian laughed. "Don't worry, your brother isn't stupid."

After work that day, Zheng Jian couldn't wait to relay Zheng Qiang's words to Yiran and Fang Lin. The two women were naturally very happy. When Chen Bin and Han Feng came home that evening, Zheng Jian told them the whole story again. Chen Bin just listened attentively without expressing any opinion, while Han Feng looked indifferent, which made Zheng Jian, who was originally overjoyed, somewhat disappointed.

Fortunately, his emotions came and went quickly, especially after another phone call with Fang Lin that night. He slept soundly for a long time and didn't wake up until after eight in the morning. He left home and drove to the company with Chen Bin and Han Feng. Zheng Jian and Chen Bin went to their respective offices, while Han Feng walked around the office and then went downstairs to find his lover, Su Ting.

"Why are you here again?"

Su Ting was still holding her coffee cup and reading the news online as usual. When she saw Han Feng enter, she immediately frowned at him. "Don't you have any cases to handle lately?"

"I should have, but the fees I asked for were too high, which scared them away."

Han Feng sat down opposite Su Ting. "Do you know about Zheng Jian wanting to help Yi Ran and the others open a piano center?"

"I heard it from Wan Qing."

Su Ting nodded. "You came to me about that?"

"Do you think it's feasible?"

Han Feng then asked.

"My God!"

Su Ting stared into Han Feng's eyes. "You actually came to me asking these questions? Did I hear wrong? Is there something you, Attorney Han, don't understand?"

"Do I have to pull down your pants before you'll tell me?"

Han Feng stared at Su Ting's face. "It's not that I care about making money, it's that I don't want Zheng Jian's expectations to be disappointed. It's rare for him to do something on his own, and if he fails this time, it might affect his confidence. I'm good at giving advice, but when it comes to investment... you know I've never been good at money."

"I know you..."

Su Ting sighed. "You care more about Zheng Jian than me. Are you two really gay?"

"Who knows better than you whether I'm gay or not?"

Han Feng grinned mischievously. "Here's what we'll do: this afternoon at the shareholders' meeting, you'll be my secretary for half a day, and I'll reward you handsomely afterwards!"

"You want me to be your secretary?"

Su Ting looked at Han Feng like he was a monster. "How much are you going to pay me?"

"No money, but plenty of sperm. How much do you want?"

Han Feng replied immediately.

"You're going to die!"

Su Ting's words seemed to be cursing Han Feng, but her eyes smiled like a crescent moon. "Alright, alright, I'll help you. I just don't understand why you can never figure out financial matters..."

"It's innate,"

Han Feng shook his head. "I just can't handle money problems. I guess it's because I never experienced poverty as a child, unlike you, who's so old and still often doesn't have pants to wear."

"I..."

Su Ting looked at the cup on the table, "I wish I were a country woman!"

"What do you mean?"

Han Feng asked.

Standing up from her chair, Su Ting walked around the desk to Han Feng, pinched his cheek, and said, "Then I could point my finger at you and curse you out!"

Chapter 15 (10-11)

As Zheng Qiang sat in the conference room, his secretary, Wu Jie, had already poured him a cup of tea. Unlike his younger brother, Zheng Jian, Zheng Qiang enjoyed his work, even though it left him with almost no time for leisure. Besides, his overly cautious nature left him with a striking characteristic—as a peer, Zheng Qiang's hair was less than half the length of Han Feng's, making him appear more like Zheng Jian's uncle than his older brother to many.

In reality, the so-called shareholders' meeting had almost no outsiders. The largest shareholder was Zheng Qiang and Zheng Jian's father, holding 40% of the shares, while Zheng Qiang owned 20%. The remaining 40% was shared among Zheng Jian, Chen Bin, Cao Yang, and Han Feng, each holding 10%. Since Zheng Qiang and Zheng Jian's father was abroad at the time, the voting rights were naturally exercised by Zheng Qiang on their behalf. Aside from Cao Yang being away on a business trip, only the Zheng brothers (Zheng Qiang and Zheng Jian) and Chen Bin and Han Feng attended the meeting.

As Zheng Qiang expected, Han Feng would definitely be the last to arrive, so when he saw that Han Feng and Su Ting were actually the first people to arrive besides him, he was taken aback and stared at Han Feng, saying, "You're here early today..."

"I didn't expect it either."

Han Feng glanced at his watch. "How about I go out for a smoke?"

"Smoke here. You've been bothering me for years since college. What are you pretending to be now?"

Zheng Qiang handed Han Feng the ashtray, then looked at Su Ting and said, "You two really don't hide anything these days..."

"A gentleman is frank, a petty person hides his true feelings."

Han Feng shook his head. "But she's here to be my secretary today."

"Are you kidding me?"

Zheng Qiang frowned. "Do you need to make such a fuss?"

"You know how much I care about investments..."

Han Feng sighed as Zheng Jian and Chen Bin opened the door and walked into the conference room.

After they were all ready, Zheng Qiang nodded: "Let's begin. You're all aware of what we discussed today. Brother, you go first, how did the investigation go?"

"Time was too tight, so it's rather rough."

Zheng Jian smiled. "A simple piano center has very limited returns and requires a long-term process. Not counting the investment in the venue, even to recoup other investments, it will take a relatively long time. To be honest, I'm a little discouraged..."

"It seems you're really serious this time."

Zheng Qiang looked at his brother. "Actually, I've already sent someone to have preliminary communication with the property owner. He didn't originally want to sell the house, but he decided to sell it because his other business urgently needs a sum of money. However, due to some reason, he couldn't get a loan from the bank, so he plans to sell the property. The property owner also said that if our funds can be in place as soon as possible, he agrees to lower the total price to three thousand eight..."

"That's quite a good deal."

Chen Bin nodded, glancing at Han Feng. "Is there anything wrong with the property rights?"

"No, there's no mortgage, no other rights attached, it's quite clean."

Han Feng chimed in.

“Then there’s no problem.”

Zheng Qiang nodded. “The average rent for office space there is a little over three yuan per square meter per day. If you rent it out after purchasing, you can probably recoup your entire investment in about thirty years. Of course, that’s an optimistic estimate. To be honest, I think that’s a bit long.”

“That’s alright.”

Chen Bin smiled. “We can just sell it when we don’t want it anymore. There’s nothing to worry about with property in hand. The question is, will the company’s spending so much money affect the operations here?”

“It shouldn’t…”

Zheng Qiang shook his head. “Actually, my father and I basically agreed to buy this property. Although the returns might be a bit low, the risk is also low enough. Today, I mainly wanted to ask for your opinions. My brother… sometimes I really don’t trust him.”

“What are you saying!”

Zheng Jian sighed. “You really look down on me that much?”

“A bit…”

Zheng Qiang laughed. “The key is that you’ve never run a business on your own before, so I’m a little worried.”

“I think we should give Zheng Jian a chance,”

Chen Bin said, looking at Zheng Qiang. “When you first took over the company, you were completely clueless too. If it doesn’t have a significant impact on the company’s current operations, we might as well expand into another market. Maybe we’ll reap unexpected rewards.”

“That’s a good idea,”

Zheng Qiang nodded, turning to Han Feng. “What do you think? Should I ask you or her?”

His eyes fell on Su Ting as he said the last sentence.

“Of course, ask her,”

Han Feng lit a cigarette. “I brought her here for this reason…”

Seeing Han Feng pointing at her, Su Ting cleared her throat. “From a friend’s perspective, I should support Zheng Jian and President Chen’s suggestion, but out of responsibility to the company, I don’t think this idea is very optimistic…”

She paused here.

“Continue…”

Zheng Qiang urged Su Ting.

“The main problem is that it ties up too much of the company’s working capital,”

Su Ting continued. “Although real estate is relatively stable in value, the process of recovering funds for this project is too long. If there are any policy adjustments during that time, we may not be able to get the expected profits. Relatively speaking, operating a training business is not as secure as running a catering business. However, if we were to run a catering business with that property’s size, we could only operate a mid-range business, and the profit margin would be equally worrying. Turning liquid funds into dead money is, in my opinion, far less worthwhile than finding a high-tech company to jointly establish a project company…”

“That makes sense!”

Zheng Qiang nodded approvingly.

Su Ting continued, "Secondly, neither Zheng Jian nor my friend Wanqing and her sister have actual business management experience. I think their proposal was a bit too confident and casual. I'm worried that they haven't considered the potential operational difficulties. If we can't prepare corresponding contingency plans in advance, I doubt whether this project can last..." "

That's right!"

Zheng Qiang nodded again. "That's also my concern. I've actually discussed these issues with Binzi."

Looking at Zheng Jian's bewildered expression, he said, "I'm in business, so I can't ignore making money. But you're my brother, and I don't want others to say you're incapable. So Binzi and I came up with a plan..."

Zheng Qiang glanced at Han Feng before turning back to Zheng Jian: "The company can use the money to buy that property, but only as a long-term investment. It won't be directly provided for your use. If you plan to open a training institution, the company can lease the property to you. Of course, the rent will be discounted enough to match the market price. As for the registration and operating funds you need, you'll have to find a way to solve them yourself. What do you think of this arrangement?"

"What's the difference between this and renting a place outside?"

Zheng Jian stared at Zheng Qiang.

“There is a difference,”

Chen Bin answered Zheng Jian’s question. “At least you can rent a house at a lower price, and you can also avoid possible disputes with the landlord. We have agreed to give you a rent standard of 70% of the market price, and in addition, we will give you a six-month rent-free period. However, if you are in arrears with the rent for more than three months, the company must take back the house to avoid greater losses. We are also doing this to give your father an explanation…”

“Okay.”

Zheng Jian gritted his teeth, "Even close brothers should keep clear accounts. It's settled then. I don't believe..."

"Alright,"

Zheng Qiang interrupted Zheng Jian, "You prepare your opening plan. I'll send someone to negotiate with the landlord right away. We should be able to get the property rights soon. Just don't let us down!" "

Okay!"

Zheng Jian nodded and stood up. "I'll discuss it with my cousin and the others tonight."

He looked at Chen Bin and Han Feng, "You two come too."

"No problem!"

Chen Bin nodded in agreement.

As he left the meeting room, Zheng Jian felt somewhat annoyed. This result was significantly different from his expectations. However, since he had made such a confident promise to Yi Ran and Fang Lin, he could only grit his teeth and continue.

When Zheng Jian and Chen Bin returned home that evening, Fang Lin and Yi Ran had already prepared dinner. Knowing that Zheng Jian wanted to discuss opening a center, Yi Ran also invited Gu Wanqing over. Zheng Jian told the three women about the decisions made at the meeting that day, adding at the end, "Now I don't care whether you do it or not, I'm going to do it. We'll fight for pride, not just for the money!"

"I support you!"

Yi Ran served everyone rice. "How dare they look down on us!"

"But..."

Fang Lin muttered, "Are we really sure we're okay?"

"We have to do it even if there are problems."

Yi Ran sat down. "I thought about it again last night. It's not really appropriate for us to open under our own name, since we don't have much of a reputation. This morning I called my former teacher. She owns a good piano center, and I'm planning to franchise it. Although it will cost tens of thousands of yuan in franchise fees every year, we can use her reputation to attract students and increase the tuition fees. It should be a good option."

"That's good!"

Chen Bin nodded. "My biggest worry is your student pool. If we overcome that difficulty, it should be much easier."

"Then why didn't you say a few good words for us!"

Yiran pouted. "And that damn big dog, Sister Ting is really something, she didn't say anything to help us!"

"Little cat!"

Gu Wanqing frowned. "Han Feng and Tingting did nothing wrong, they were considering the company's interests, don't talk nonsense!"

"Hmph!" Yiran

ate her food in silence. She had only taken two bites when the door opened, and Han Feng walked in with Su Ting.

"You didn't say anything good for us, did you?"

Han Feng asked Zheng Jian with a smile as he changed his shoes.

“I thought you would support me!”

Zheng Jian sighed. “What are your plans now?”

“Of course I support you!”

Han Feng sat down at the table. “Would your brother have agreed if this wasn’t the decision? Running a business isn’t that simple; he has to be responsible for the company.”

“That’s right!”

Chen Bin nodded. “This is his bottom line. Now the most important thing is to think about how we can help you get the center up and running…”

“Exactly.”

Su Ting sat down next to Gu Wanqing and looked at Yi Ran. “Have you calculated how much the initial investment will be?”

“About 300,000.”

Yi Ran thought for a moment. “The renovation, the piano, and other hardware—300,000 is a conservative estimate.”

“How about this…”

Su Ting nodded. “I’ll contribute 200,000 to become a shareholder. What do you think?”

“Really?”

Yi Ran’s face immediately lit up with joy.

“I’ll also put in 200,000.”

Han Feng looked at Gu Wanqing. “I’ve contacted Cao Yang, and he said he’ll put in the same amount I put in. What about you guys?”

“Then 200,000 each.”

Chen Bin glanced at Zheng Jian. “That’ll give us a million in capital. After deducting the registration fees and initial preparations, there should be quite a bit left over. Go for it!”

“So you guys…”

Zheng Jian frowned. “You’ve planned everything out?”

“Of course!”

Chen Bin glared at Zheng Jian. “How could we not support you? But we still need to pour some cold water on you, in case you act recklessly without a plan…”

“Is that all?”

Han Feng started eating. “I’ll prepare the necessary documents by next Wednesday. As for the operational issues, you can handle them yourselves. I’m an amateur in that area.”

“I’ll help Young Master Zheng.”

Chen Bin still looked at Zheng Jian. “I’ll try to come and help one day a week. What about you?”

“I don’t need to worry too much about the marketing department. I can be here often.”

Zheng Jian nodded.

“I can help out too,”

Su Ting chimed in. “Call me if you need anything.”

“Yay!”

Yi Ran clapped her hands. “Great! Then we’re going to be our own bosses!”

“We’re the bosses,”

Su Ting said, playfully pinching Yi Ran’s nose. “Silly girl, good luck!”

Over the next two days, Zheng Jian, Chen Bin, and Yi Ran discussed how to start their business whenever they had free time. Han Feng, on the other hand, slept in for two days straight. On Sunday night, they talked a lot about the issue again. On Monday morning, Han Feng went to the office to prepare the necessary registration documents. He didn’t leave until almost the end of the workday, looking bewildered. He squinted at the weather outside and stretched.

"Brother Han?"

Wei Ji, who was organizing materials in the office, called out to Han Feng. "You've got time to come to the office today?"

"Helping a friend prepare documents, I'm exhausted."

Han Feng nodded. "Aren't you leaving yet?"

"I was just about to go."

Wei Ji took a badminton racket from the cabinet. "Brother Han, are you going to drink again tonight?"

"No, I'm not feeling well."

Han Feng said casually. "Not bad, you actually know to exercise..."

"I'm just keeping them company."

Wei Ji pointed to Sun Ming, the intern lawyer he was supervising. "Just hanging out with the young people!"

"Not bad either."

Han Feng yawned. "I don't have as much energy as you..."

"If you're not busy, let's go together!"

Wei Ji changed into his sneakers. "I see your sneakers are practically covered in mold in the cabinet!"

"Lazy... I'm not going."

Han Feng shook his head. "I'm going home to sleep."

"Let's go together!"

Lin Danmei appeared behind Han Feng at some point. "Attorney Han, exercising will make you feel much better."

"Huh?"

Han Feng turned around and saw Lin Danmei wearing a t-shirt and athletic shorts. "You guys have plans?"

“Yes, we’ve played together a few times.”

Lin Danmei nodded. “Let’s go, Han Lu, aren’t you free today?”

“Yes, Han Lu.”

Sun Ming, standing next to Wei Ji, added, "It'll be more lively with more people."

"Well..."

Han Feng walked to the wardrobe, opened the door, and looked at the sportswear he hadn't worn in a long time. "Alright, I'll go with you guys this time, but let's make it clear beforehand, don't bully this old man..."

"Who dares to bully you, Brother Han?"

Wei Ji laughed. "It's great that you're willing to go; we won't have to take a taxi anymore."

"Damn, do you think I'm your chauffeur?"

Han Feng picked up his clothes and walked out of the office.

Arriving at the reserved court, Han Feng and Wei Ji played for only a short while before giving the court to Lin Danmei and Sun Ming. Sitting on the sidelines, Han Feng drank water and said to Wei Ji, "I can't keep up anymore, I'm getting old. I'm exhausted after just a short time."

"Me too,"

Wei Ji said, opening his water bottle and pointing to the two players swinging their rackets. "If we were in school..."

"Come on, how old are you?"

Han Feng looked at Lin Danmei's running figure. "If I remember correctly, you're six years younger than me, right?"

"I think so,"

Wei Ji nodded. "But we're the same, lacking exercise. If it weren't for my intern, I probably wouldn't have this opportunity."

"How's your intern?"

Han Feng asked.

"Better than when I was with you,"

Wei Ji said, staring at Sun Ming. "Quite good at handling things, and quite shrewd..."

"To be honest, I don't have high hopes for Sun Ming,"

Han Feng said in a low voice. "I always feel there's something wrong with this kid..."

"What is it?"

Wei Ji asked, startled.

"It's hard to say, maybe it's just his appearance,"

Han Feng shook his head. "You should keep an eye on him and not tell him everything."

"Okay."

Wei Ji put the bottle aside. "Kids these days can be a bit impetuous, I'll be careful..."

"Hopefully I'm overthinking it."

As Han Feng said this, Lin Danmei had already left the court and walked over to Wei Ji, saying, "Wei Lu, play for a while, I'm going to rest."

Seeing Wei Ji go to play with Sun Ming, Lin Danmei plopped down next to Han Feng: "Han Lu, you really lack exercise..."

"I told you so,"

Han Feng laughed. "By the way, I have some business registration documents on hand, which should be ready by tomorrow. I was going to let you practice, but it's a friend's business, and they need it urgently. Take a look later and see how those documents should be done. Also, go help them run errands at the business bureau later to familiarize yourself with the procedures, so it'll be easier to handle this kind of business in the future."

"Okay."

Lin Danmei put her racket beside her, and then Han Feng asked, "Are you very familiar with Sun Ming?"

“Not really,”

Lin Danmei replied. “Since there are only two of us interns at the firm, we chat occasionally. By the way, I heard that only one person can stay at the firm after the internship ends?”

“Who said that?”

Han Feng frowned. “After the internship ends, you need to get a formal practicing certificate. Even if only one person stays, it will be processed as a transfer to another firm. But I haven’t heard that before.”

“It seems that Sun Ming heard it from Lawyer Wei,”

Lin Danmei responded.

Han Feng pursed his lips: "Director Yu might have mentioned it to Xiao Wei. I'm often away from the office, so it's not surprising I haven't heard. I'll ask him for you later."

"But..."

Lin Danmei gasped, "What if the office really intends to do this, Attorney Han..."

"It's alright."

Han Feng smiled at Lin Danmei's worried face. "Even if it's Director Yu's idea, I believe he's already figured out how to handle it. The workload I'm giving you isn't much, but if you put your heart into it, you won't be any worse than Sun Ming. I can guarantee you'll have a fair chance to compete when you're promoted. Even if you don't stay, I can still recommend a suitable firm for you. Don't worry. Besides, there are still more than ten months until you're promoted, so there's no need to rush now."

"Oh..."

Lin Danmei smiled. "I understand, I'll try my best."

"That's right!"

Han Feng patted Lin Danmei's shoulder. "Wei Ji is my student, and so are you. If you lose to Sun Ming, I'll be the one who loses face. Don't worry, I still have my pride..."

“I’ve noticed that Han Lu always likes to say he’s old…”

Lin Danmei picked up her racket. “Let’s play some badminton. Old people need to exercise too.”

After playing with Lin Danmei for a while, Han Feng treated Wei Ji, Sun Ming, and Lin Danmei to a meal after leaving the gym. After leaving the restaurant, Wei Ji took a taxi home, Sun Ming found a bus, and Lin Danmei was thinking of taking the bus herself when Han Feng called out to her: “Where do you live?”

“Not too far.”

Lin Danmei gave a place name, “Only three stops from here.”

“Get in, I’ll give you a ride.”

Han Feng opened the car door. “It’s on my way.”

“Okay.”

Lin Danmei got in and closed the door. “Why didn’t Han Lu give them a ride?”

“You’re a woman.”

Han Feng lit a cigarette. “It’s okay for men to work a little harder, and besides, it really is on my way. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have bothered to give you a ride.”

“What you’re saying…”

Lin Danmei looked at the road ahead. “If someone else offered to give me a ride, I would definitely think that person had feelings for me, but Han Lu, you…”

“I have a woman, and she’s prettier than you.”

Han Feng laughed.

"Huh? That's right!"

Lin Danmei suddenly raised her voice, "I remember now!"

"Why are you so startled?"

Han Feng flicked his cigarette ash.

"That..."

Lin Danmei counted on her fingers, "I was just saying that last time... last time in Xi'an, that woman was..."

"She's definitely my lover."

Han Feng put a cigarette in his mouth, "She even came upstairs to see me a couple of days ago."

"She's the administrative director of the company downstairs!"

Lin Danmei exclaimed, "I was wondering why she looked so familiar that day!"

"Are you really stupid or just pretending?"

Han Feng glanced at Lin Danmei, "Face blindness?"

"A little..."

Lin Danmei answered, then suddenly asked, "But I heard she's a married woman?"

"Let's change the subject."

Han Feng stared at the road, "Do you have a boyfriend..."

After dropping Lin Danmei off at her building, Han Feng continued driving. After passing two red lights, he felt that the residential area on the side of the road looked familiar. He parked the car on the side of the road, thought for a moment, then got out of the car and strolled into the residential area.

This is where Gu Wanqing lives. Han Feng arrived at Gu Wanqing's door, raised his hand to ring the doorbell, but then pulled his finger back. He lit a cigarette at the door, turned around and took two steps back, stopped, frowned, and then rang Gu Wanqing's doorbell.

The door opened, and seeing Han Feng, Gu Wanqing paused for a moment, then her lips curled into a smile, a blush creeping across her face.

Han Feng smiled too, chuckling as he touched his head. Gu Wanqing was wearing a long nightgown, her long hair piled up at a slant at the back of her head. The thing she used to hold her hair in place was strange; it wasn't a hairpin or a hair clip, but two drawing pencils.

Entering the room and closing the door, Han Feng saw a fruit bowl on the coffee table in the center of the room. Opposite, in front of a small chair, was an easel, a half-used pencil resting in a groove in front of the easel, and an unfinished drawing on the sketch paper.

"So much free time?"

Han Feng walked to the coffee table, picked up an apple, and took a bite.

"Don't eat..."

Gu Wanqing quickly stopped Han Feng, "I haven't finished drawing yet... that apple hasn't been washed!"

"A little dirt won't hurt you."

Han Feng continued eating the apple, "This is the first time I've seen you draw."

"I haven't picked up a brush in a long time."

Gu Wanqing replied while tidying up her things, "Yiran said she wanted me to come and teach children to draw, and I thought it would be a good idea, so I draw a few strokes every night now."

"Oh?"

Han Feng winked, "Do you still have any of your old drawings? Let me see them."

"They're all over there."

Gu Wanqing pointed to a cabinet by the bed, "Go look for yourself."

Han Feng went to the cabinet, opened the door, and saw many sketches and watercolors piled up inside. He casually flipped through them, still saying to Gu Wanqing, "Can you give me a couple?"

"You like them?"

Gu Wanqing finished tidying up, poured a glass of water, and handed it to Han Feng.

Han Feng didn't take the glass, still looking at the drawings: "I used to study too, but I didn't learn it well. I'm too lazy; I can't learn anything that requires time and effort."

As he said this, his eyes fell on a sketch, and he chuckled.

"What's wrong?"

Gu Wanqing asked, leaning closer to see Han Feng laughing. In his hand was a nude sketch of a woman, and he was staring at the woman's full breasts and round buttocks, laughing incessantly.

The woman's nudity wasn't the reason for Han Feng's laughter, nor was it the only nude sketch Gu Wanqing had. He was laughing because he recognized the woman in the drawing as Gu Wanqing's cousin, Yiran.

“You…”

Gu Wanqing pressed down on the drawing. “Put it away right now.”

“I won’t…”

Han Feng dodged Gu Wanqing’s obstruction. “It’s quite pretty, give it to me!”

“No!”

Gu Wanqing was still trying to snatch the drawing from Han Feng’s hand. “You can take anything else, but not this one.”

“What is it?”

Han Feng leaned against the wall, placing Yiran’s nude sketch behind him. “Why are you using your own sister for practice?”

“Give it to me first!”

Gu Wanqing reached out her hand, and this time Han Feng put the drawing in her hand. Gu Wanqing put the drawing into an empty drawing tube next to the cabinet while answering Han Feng’s question. “She pestered me to draw it, you know that girl…”

“That girl is quite interesting.”

Han Feng shook his head. “To be honest, if it weren’t for the fact that you are her sister, I really would have…”

He revealed a lewd smile.

“You…”

Gu Wanqing put the painting tube at the back of the cabinet. “Actually, I think you and Yiran are quite compatible, but it’s a pity you’re too fickle… I’ll just go along with you, I can’t let my sister be the same…”

“Don’t say things like that.”

Han Feng shook his head. “It’s true I’m lustful, but Yiran is still a little girl. I’m only interested in mature women, unless she comes to me herself…”

“Nonsense!”

Gu Wanqing curled her nose. “By the way, what brings you here today?”

“I’m tired.”

Han Feng turned around and sat on the bed. “I just played ball with my colleagues, and my whole body is sore. I just happened to be passing by your house… and wanted to borrow your bed to sleep.”

He then lay down on Gu Wanqing’s bed.

“Go take a shower!”

Gu Wanqing pulled Han Feng. “No wonder you smell so sweaty.”

“You go first…”

Han Feng lay there like a dead dog, even closing his eyes.

Seeing that Han Feng wouldn’t move, Gu Wanqing had no choice but to go to the bathroom to shower herself. When she came out wrapped in a towel, Han Feng was already asleep, still wearing his clothes.

Gu Wanqing changed into a new nightgown and nestled beside Han Feng. While she was undressing him, he only glanced at her briefly before falling back asleep, clearly exhausted. Gu Wanqing hung up Han Feng's clothes before lifting the covers and slipping inside.

This was the first time she'd had a man sleeping next to her since her divorce from Yang Bo. Covered by the blankets, Gu Wanqing didn't know where to put her hands and feet. The man beside her was only wearing underwear. As Gu Wanqing turned over, she accidentally touched the bulge between Han Feng's legs, and her face immediately flushed red with embarrassment.

She turned and hugged Han Feng, resting her head on his chest. Hearing his heartbeat, Gu Wanqing bit her lip, secretly took off her nightgown, and pressed her naked body against Han Feng's.

She slept soundly that night, unaware of when Han Feng woke up. When she opened her eyes, it was already dawn. Gu Wanqing heard the sound of a shower coming from the bathroom. After a while, Han Feng, naked, entered the bedroom, lifted the covers, and lay down beside Gu Wanqing.

This time, he didn't fall asleep again, because Gu Wanqing had already climbed on top of him. The morning light shone into the room through the curtains, and Han Feng's eyes were exceptionally gentle as he looked at Gu Wanqing. He didn't say anything, but gently kissed Gu Wanqing's cherry lips.

Gu Wanqing, of course, didn't refuse Han Feng's caresses. The man's kisses were accompanied by fingers roaming along her side, and Gu Wanqing's waist naturally swayed. Han Feng stroked Gu Wanqing's smooth, bare back with one hand, while the other hand traced along the edge of her breasts to her full, rounded buttocks, finally landing on Gu Wanqing's legs.

She shifted her body slightly, pressing her genitals against Han Feng's penis. The friction of his shaft against her labia was ticklish and arousing, making her want Han Feng to roll over and pin her down on the bed for a passionate encounter. However, at this moment, Gu Wanqing was like a child clinging to a toy, reluctant to let go of Han Feng's kisses.

The May weather was already quite warm, and the two of them, entangled in the blankets, quickly had sweat soaking the sheets. Glistening beads of sweat trickled down Gu Wanqing's neck and down her breasts. When Han Feng pushed Gu Wanqing's body up, the glistening wetness on her full breasts was exceptionally alluring in the dim room.

Hand in hand, Gu Wanqing intertwined her fingers with Han Feng's, gripping his palms tightly. She gently lifted her hips and slowly sat on Han Feng's already erect penis. His shaft parted her wet labia, penetrating inch by inch into her honeyed depths. Looking into Han Feng's eyes, Gu Wanqing's gaze was filled with love.

Gently lifting her lower body, Gu Wanqing's labia, like a small mouth, released Han Feng's penis, then pulled it back into her body. The tight flesh walls enveloped the hot penis, and Gu Wanqing felt as if her body was about to burn.

Although she wanted the penis to thrust into her body quickly, the slow insertion and withdrawal brought Gu Wanqing more pleasure. Each time the glans touched her clitoris, her body trembled slightly, and uncontrollable vaginal fluid gushed out, quickly soaking the area where their bodies were joined.

Releasing Gu Wanqing's hands and letting her support herself on his chest, Han Feng's hands caressed her buttocks. The slippery woman's body excited him even more. He sat up, embraced Gu Wanqing's body, and finally began to thrust rapidly.

Gu Wanqing hugged Han Feng tightly, her breasts pressed against his chest, her body rising and falling with his movements, letting out soft moans. If it weren't for the soreness in his arms, Han Feng would have lifted her up and hung her on his body. Unfortunately, he could only support Gu Wanqing's back, repeatedly thrusting his penis in and out of her tender vagina.

A good night's sleep left Han Feng brimming with energy. Looking at Gu Wanqing's soft moans in his arms, Han Feng could no longer restrain himself. He flipped her over, pinning her beneath him and thrusting forcefully. Unlike Su Ting's fiery passion, Gu Wanqing's alluring, coy demeanor seemed innate, fueling a man's intense desire to completely conquer her.

Lying back on the bed, Gu Wanqing tightly embraced Han Feng, repeatedly raising her supple waist to meet his penis, filling her entrance with his shaft, pressing against her clitoris again and again. Her

elegant feminine reserve had vanished; Gu Wanqing felt like a female beast in heat, pleasure radiating from a deep point within her vagina throughout her body. As Han Feng pressed down on her sweaty body and began his final thrust, Gu Wanqing stretched her snow-white neck and groaned.

This final surge lasted for a full ten minutes. After countless thrusts of Han Feng's penis, Gu Wanqing's legs had become somewhat numb, limply draped over the edge of the bed. Her mons pubis, bruised from the man's intense impact, glowed a rosy color. The moment Han Feng spread Gu Wanqing's legs and thrust his penis deep into her vagina, Gu Wanqing's body trembled violently. The hot fluid gushing into her uterus was like a thirsty person drinking a handful of cool spring water; that bone-deep comfort instantly spread to every cell in her body.

Watching Gu Wanqing's breasts sway slightly with her panting, Han Feng, covered in sweat, sighed and sat down on the edge of the bed. He placed his hand between Gu Wanqing's legs and gently caressed them. The woman's vaginal fluid and the semen that had just seeped from her vagina clung to Han Feng's fingers. Gu Wanqing swayed her lower body slightly, making Han Feng's fingers press even closer to her body, until she felt her genitals gradually dry, then she rolled over and lay on Han Feng's lap.

"I'm exhausted..."

Gu Wanqing stroked Han Feng's now limp penis, looking at the little thing that had just given her so much pleasure. "How come you're so energetic?"

"Aren't you the same?"

Han Feng combed through Gu Wanqing's pubic hair. "I haven't slept this well in a long time."

"Me too..."

Gu Wanqing kissed Han Feng's penis, then her eyes suddenly caught sight of the alarm clock on the bedside table. "Oh no! I'm going to be late!"

"Huh?"

Han Feng was taken aback, turning his head to look at the time and realizing it was already past seven. "You didn't set an alarm?"

"I did!"

Gu Wanqing got up and ran to the bathroom. "Why didn't you hear it?"

"I didn't hear it either..."

Han Feng looked at Gu Wanqing's smooth, bare back, shaking his head and laughing.

About ten minutes later, when Gu Wanqing came out of the bathroom after washing her face and doing her makeup, she saw that Han Feng had actually gone back to bed. She scolded him angrily, "Aren't you getting up?"

"I'll go later..."

Han Feng replied groggily, "It's already late anyway, and there will be traffic if I go out."

"Then I won't wait for you!"

Gu Wanqing started to change her clothes. "Just lock the door when you leave."

"Okay."

Han Feng mumbled, feeling sleepy. He turned over and lay on the pillow. He didn't know when Gu Wanqing left, only that she kissed his lips when she left.

When he woke up again, it was almost noon. Han Feng got out of bed and stretched. He glanced at the cabinet where he had looked for the painting yesterday. On a whim, he opened the cabinet door, took out the drawing tube that Gu Wanqing had hidden from the back, and began to examine the sketch.

Because of Gu Wanqing's obstruction, he hadn't looked at the painting closely yesterday. Now that no one was watching, Han Feng carefully examined the entire sketch.

The nude woman in the painting was indeed Yiran, but she seemed completely different from the Yiran he knew. This difference wasn't in the body of the woman in the painting, but rather in their contrasting auras—compared to the usually lively and carefree Yiran, the woman in the painting possessed a classical elegance. This contrast gave Han Feng a dazed feeling; he wasn't even sure if the person in the painting was truly Yiran.

However, this strange feeling didn't last long. Han Feng put the painting aside and examined all the paintings in the cabinet. Finally, confirming that there was only one painting by Yiran, he took out another sketch of a model in a similar pose to Yiran and put it back in the drawing tube. Then he put all the scrolls back in their original places, found an empty drawing tube, put in Yiran's painting, put on his clothes, and left Gu Wanqing's house with the drawing tube tucked in.

Around noon, Han Feng yawned as he entered his office, burying himself in the documents he hadn't finished the day before. He didn't emerge from his room until almost six o'clock. Lin Danmei, who was about to leave work, greeted him, "Attorney Han..."

"Hmm..."

Han Feng placed a small stack of approval documents in front of Lin Danmei. "Take a look at these first, preferably comparing them to online templates. Every company has different characteristics. Don't be like some people who just copy blindly. They might get approval temporarily, but if there are disputes among shareholders or directors... As for when to proceed, I don't know yet. Wait for my notification."

"Okay!"

Lin Danmei put away the documents. "If there's nothing else, I'd like to leave now, Attorney Han..."

"Let's go!"

Han Feng nodded.

Lin Danmei picked up her bag, took a few steps, and then said to Han Feng, "Attorney Han, when are you free to play ball again?"

"We'll see. I'm exhausted."

Han Feng chuckled strangely.

Lin Danmei, of course, had no idea that when Han Feng said "I'm exhausted," he was thinking of Gu Wanqing's beautiful body. Seeing his strange smile, she didn't dare to ask further, so she simply waved to Han Feng and left the office, completely bewildered.

When he got into his car, the tube containing the nude sketch of Yiran was beside him. He took it out, looked at it again, smoked a cigarette, thought for a moment, and finally put the drawing back in the tube. On his way home, he bought some ribbons and colored paper, parked the car on the side of the road, wrapped the tube, and then started the car to go home.

When he arrived home, Yiran, Zheng Jian, and Chen Bin were eating. Han Feng entered, went to the table, and handed the wrapped tube to Yiran: "It's for you!"

"What is it?"

Yiran didn't take it, staring at Han Feng.

"A nice thing."

Han Feng smiled particularly warmly.

Yiran reached out and touched the so-called gift, finding it to be a cylinder, and asked again, "What's inside? It's not a bunch of caterpillars, is it?"

"How could you even think of that!"

Han Feng sighed.

"Tch!"

Yiran took the painting tube and was about to open it when Han Feng quickly stopped her: "Go back to your room and look..."

"What do you mean?"

Yiran, looking bewildered, took the painting tube back to her room. Seeing her close the door, Zheng Jian glanced at Han Feng: "What's going on?"

"Just wait and see!"

Han Feng chuckled.

A moment later, the door opened, and Yiran returned to the dining room with the empty painting tube, her pale face flushed red. Zheng Jian and Chen Bin, not understanding what had happened, were about to ask when Yiran suddenly raised the painting tube and slammed it hard on Han Feng's head with a dull thud.

"What happened?"

Zheng Jian looked at Yiran. "What did he give you? Take it out and let me see..."

"Let me see you, my foot!"

Yiran glared at Han Feng angrily. Seeing his mischievous grin, she hit him hard on the head again, cursing "bastard," and slammed the door shut as she walked back to her bedroom.

"What exactly did you give her?"

This time, even Chen Bin asked curiously.

"Catnip..."

Han Feng lit a cigarette and took a puff. "That's interesting..."

Chapter 16

"Sis, why did you give him that painting?"

An hour later, Yi Ran was still curled up on the bed, complaining to Gu Wanqing on the phone, "How could you just give someone that kind of painting like that!"

"I didn't give it to him! He just saw it by accident. I already put it away..."

Gu Wanqing heard Yi Ran talking about the nude sketch and went closer to the cabinet as she spoke. "Wait a minute..."

Putting her phone on the bed, Gu Wanqing opened the cabinet, took out the drawing tube, glanced at the scroll inside, and quickly picked up her phone again: "He stole it! I clearly put it away! I'm going to ask him!"

"Forget it, sis!" Yi

Ran said into the phone, "You've already seen it, why are you still asking? Anyway, it's already been returned to me, so don't ask about it."

"Then what do you suggest we do?"

Gu Wanqing asked Yi Ran, "I don't want Han Feng to have designs on you..."

"He wouldn't, would he?"

Yi Ran countered, "Why else would he return it to me? I think that guy just wants to see me make a fool of myself... I'll find a way to teach him a lesson later!"

"Okay."

Gu Wanqing sighed, "Just don't go too far..."

"Going too far?"

Yiran raised her voice, "He provoked me first, watch how I deal with him!"

After hanging up the phone, Yiran paced back and forth in the room. Seeing that it was almost ten o'clock, she locked the French windows and drew the curtains, changed into a bathrobe, and went to the living room. She turned around and knocked on Han Feng's door. Only after hearing Han Feng say "Come in" did she push open the door and go in, saying to Han Feng, "Can I use the bathroom?"

"Oh..."

Han Feng got up and went to the balcony to smoke—this had become his habit. Every day when Yiran asked to use the bathroom to shower, he would go out for a smoke first.

However, today Yiran didn't go straight into the bathroom. As soon as Han Feng left, Yiran followed him to the window and closed it. Before Han Feng could react, Yiran had already quickly locked the window, shutting Han Feng out on the balcony.

"What's going on?"

Han Feng turned around and pushed open the window, seeing Yiran still looking satisfied behind the glass. He walked to Yiran's room, only to find that the window there was also locked. He sighed and went back to his own window, wanting to speak to Yiran inside, but the girl stared at him and slowly drew the curtains.

Through the gap in the curtains, Yiran watched Han Feng helplessly turn around and smoke facing the street outside, chuckling. She had been singing the whole time while taking a shower, singing happily. After coming out of the bathroom, she glanced out the window again. By then, Han Feng was already sitting on a chair on the balcony, dozing off. Yiran returned to her room from the living room, took off her bathrobe, let out a long sigh, and crawled naked into bed.

She slept exceptionally well that night. Since that annoying big dog started teasing her, this was the first time Yiran had gained the upper hand in their playful antics. Thinking about how damned Han Feng would have to spend the night on the balcony, the corners of Yiran's mouth couldn't help but curve upwards.

When she opened her eyes, it was already bright outside. She sat up facing the window, stretched, and quietly pulled the curtains open a crack. She wanted to see what Han Feng was like, but there wasn't a soul on the balcony. She frowned and exclaimed, "Huh?"

Before she could finish speaking, Han Feng's voice suddenly rang out behind her: "Nice physique!"

The voice was like a thunderclap, startling her so much that she quickly turned around. On the other side of the bed, in a chair, Han Feng was sitting with his legs crossed, looking at her. He was dressed in a neat suit and even wore a dark tie.

"Ah!"

Yiran cried out, covering her breasts and private parts with both hands. "How did you get in? Get out!"

"I forgot to tell you, the key to the window is in the cabinet on the balcony."

Han Feng stood up and took two steps towards Yiran. "I want to talk to you about something..."

"Get out! Help..."

Yiran raised her voice a few decibels. Han Feng shook his head. "If I were you, I wouldn't shout like that. If they come over, you'll be like this..."

This sentence worked. Yiran immediately lowered her voice. "Get out!"

"Okay!"

Han Feng said, but suddenly he was in front of Yiran, his hands on the walls on either side of her. "I want to talk to you about something first!"

"Ah!" Yiran

was trapped between him, her hands not daring to let go. She really couldn't dodge or push him away. She said hurriedly, "Don't do anything rash!"

"I'm a good person."

Han Feng moved closer to Yiran's face. "Let's not tease each other anymore, okay? It's tiring!"

"Okay...okay!"

How could Yiran refuse when he asked such a question at this time? She lowered her head and quickly agreed. "I won't tease you anymore...get out!"

"Okay, it's settled then, you have to keep your word."

Han Feng smiled, then suddenly leaned down and kissed Yi Ran on the cheek. "Good girl, be good..."

"Get lost!"

Yi Ran abruptly pushed Han Feng away, watching him take two steps back. Suddenly realizing she wasn't dressed, she quickly covered herself again. Han Feng didn't look at her again, laughing as he walked out of Yi Ran's room.

Seeing Han Feng leave and close his bedroom door, Yi Ran finally breathed a sigh of relief. She went to the bedside, put on her clothes, and touched her cheek, feeling it burning hot. She cursed "bastard" fiercely before finally mustering her energy and going to the living room.

Han Feng was gone, and the doors to Zheng Jian and Chen Bin's apartments across the street were open. Only Yi Ran was left at home. She made herself some breakfast, and her complexion returned to normal as she went downstairs. Walking down, a thought suddenly occurred to her: what if Han Feng really bullied her…? She shook her head, muttering to herself, “He won’t…”

Just as Yi Ran said this, Han Feng was in his car answering Gu Wanqing’s call. He recounted the events of the previous night and morning to Gu Wanqing without reservation, concluding, “Don’t worry, I won’t tease your sister anymore…”

“Really?”

Gu Wanqing, on the other end of the phone, was skeptical. "Why are you arguing with a little girl?"

"Just for fun,"

Han Feng replied. "It's been a long time since I've met such an interesting girl. I couldn't resist the urge to play, and now that I've had my fill, of course I don't want to play anymore."

"That's for the best... By the way, I'm planning to move on Saturday..."

Gu Wanqing continued, "If..."

"I'll definitely be free!"

Han Feng shouted. "I'll talk to you later, I'm almost at work, I'll call you back..."

After parking the car, Han Feng got out and locked the door. He had only taken two steps towards the office building when his phone rang again. This time it was Zheng Qiang calling.

"Where are you?"

Han Feng answered immediately and heard Zheng Qiang's voice.

"Downstairs, what's up?"

Han Feng replied.

"Come over here, I need to tell you something."

Zheng Qiang hung up after saying that.

Han Feng entered the building and went to Zheng Qiang's office on the third floor. Zheng Jian and Chen Bin were drinking water on the sofa, while Su Ting and the financial director Yan Xiaojuan were sitting on the other side. Han Feng frowned as he entered: "Such a big setup?"

"Don't joke around."

After Han Feng sat down, Zheng Qiang said, "Two things. One is that we've basically reached an agreement with the landlord over there. We'll sign the contract next Monday. How you operate it from now on is up to you."

"No problem."

Zheng Jian nodded.

“The second thing…”

Zheng Qiang looked at Yan Xiaojuan, “Sister Xiaojuan is planning to leave the company…”

“What?”

Zheng Jian was stunned for a moment, “What happened?”

“Nothing.”

Zheng Qiang explained, “Sister Xiaojuan’s health has never been very good, as you all know. She mentioned resigning to me before, and I tried to persuade her to stay many times… This time, Sister Xiaojuan plans to move to the south, and I couldn’t stop her no matter what.”

“What are you going to the south for?”

Su Ting looked at Yan Xiaojuan, “Isn’t the medical level here better than other places?”

Hearing her question, Yan Xiaojuan smiled, “The air here isn’t good. I want to go to a quieter small city, a place with a slower pace of life.”

“That’s good.”

Chen Bin interjected, “When does Sister Juan plan to leave? We can arrange a…”

“Don’t bother!”

Yan Xiaojuan quickly stopped Chen Bin, “Don’t make a big fuss, just a few of us having a meal together is fine.”

“That’s what I meant too.”

Zheng Qiang nodded, “Cao Yang should be back next week. When he comes back, we can have a farewell dinner for Sister Xiaojuan. After so many years together, I really won’t want her to leave…”

"Enough with the formalities

," Han Feng laughed. "Sister Juan, is there anything else you need to prepare? Just let us know if you need anything, don't stand on ceremony."

"There's basically nothing left at home,"

Yan Xiaojuan said, turning to Han Feng. "I've discussed work matters with General Manager Zheng. Wu Jie will be in charge of the finances for the next couple of days..."

"Wu Jie?"

Su Ting was taken aback. "How can she handle that?"

"Just a few days, no more than two weeks,"

Zheng Qiang replied. "I already have someone to replace Sister Xiaojuan, she should be on duty soon."

"Efficient!"

Zheng Jian gave a thumbs up. "Where did you find her?"

"My dad appointed her, parachuted in from abroad,"

Zheng Qiang answered. "You know her, she's Uncle Jiang's daughter, her name is..."

“Yu Shan?”

Zheng Jian raised an eyebrow. “Dad and Uncle Jiang haven’t seen each other in a long time, have they?”

Zheng Qiang nodded. “They only recently reconnected. Uncle Jiang’s daughter is planning to return to China to develop her career; she’s also working in finance there. Uncle Jiang was worried that Yu Shan would come back on her own. The other day, when I mentioned Xiao Juan’s resignation to Dad, they happened to be together, and Dad told Uncle Jiang. Uncle Jiang said he wanted Yu Shan to come and work with us, and of course, Dad couldn’t refuse…”

“But is she capable?”

Zheng Jian shook his head repeatedly. “That girl was always throwing tantrums when she was little; she doesn’t seem like the type to be capable of anything.”

“How many years has it been since you’ve seen her?”

Zheng Qiang also shook his head. “Girls change a lot as they grow up. You’re planning to start a business, but you won’t let others have a chance?”

“You’re talking about me again!”

Zheng Jian sighed.

The group chatted for a while longer. After the meeting, Chen Bin returned to his office. A little while later, Tang Xin knocked on his office door and came in carrying a stack of documents.

“Mr. Chen…”

Tang Xin placed the materials on Chen Bin’s desk. “I’ve reviewed the previously drafted list of personnel and departmental recommendations for job transfers and salary adjustments. Except for two documents with some issues that needed to be returned to the respective departments for resubmission, these should be fine. Please take a look…”

“Put them here,”

Chen Bin nodded. “Thank you for your hard work.”

“It’s nothing,”

Tang Xin smiled. “Also, I’ve already communicated with administration about the team-building training arrangements for the latter half of this month. They should bring over the detailed schedule tomorrow.”

“Okay,”

Chen Bin nodded again. “That’s not urgent. By the way, a friend of mine is planning to open an arts training institution. Could you keep an eye out for job seekers on recruitment websites and contact the headhunting firm we work with to see if there are any suitable candidates and print out their resumes for me?”

“Okay!”

Tang Xin replied.

After Tang Xin left, Chen Bin reviewed the documents she brought, then sent them back to the finance department and the relevant departments. He also spoke with two employees. It was almost six o’clock when he finally got up and left the company, going home with Zheng Jian.

Back home, the two told Yiran and Fang Lin, who had come for dinner, about the first thing Zheng Qiang had mentioned. The final agreement was to start preparing for the opening. However, Yiran wasn't as excited as before. That evening, while taking Fang Lin back to her dorm, Fang Lin whispered to Zheng Jian, "I don't know why, but now I'm a little worried..."

"Worried about what?"

Zheng Jian looked at Fang Lin.

"I was really excited when we talked about it, but now... I'm going to resign. What if the enrollment isn't good? I..."

Fang Lin's face showed a hint of unease.

"You have to try."

Zheng Jian smiled.

Fang Lin shook her head: "I'm different from you guys. You have the resources to not be afraid of losing. I'm a woman who can't afford to lose. At least Xiao Mao has an older sister, I..."

"I'm here!"

Zheng Jian hugged Fang Lin. "Don't worry!"

After taking Fang Lin back to her dorm, Zheng Jian eagerly embraced her. As he began kissing her, his penis pressed against her body, and his hands also slipped inside her clothes.

"Not today..."

Fang Lin kissed Zheng Jian while whispering, "I got my period..."

"Hmm?"

Zheng Jian paused, reaching for Fang Lin's lower body. There seemed to be nothing inside her underwear. He ran his hand over it and his fingers touched a short thread. "What's this?"

"Ob..."

Fang Lin dodged Zheng Jian's hand.

"O what?"

Zheng Jian asked again.

"Ob,"

Fang Lin whispered, "I put a tampon in, you idiot!"

"Oh..."

Zheng Jian chuckled, "Why didn't you just say Chinese!"

Seeing him sit on the bed with a helpless expression, Fang Lin smiled and squatted down in front of Zheng Jian: "Are you in such a hurry?"

"No..."

Zheng Jian quickly denied, "Why would I be in a hurry?"

"You say you're not in a hurry?"

Fang Lin touched Zheng Jian's bulging crotch, "How did you get through it when you didn't have a woman?"

"Masturbation!"

Zheng Jian only answered with one word.

"I'm actually quite curious about how men masturbate,"

Fang Lin unzipped Zheng Jian's pants, "How about I help you?"

"No... I'm embarrassed."

Zheng Jian chuckled.

"Still embarrassed?"

Fang Lin unbuckled Zheng Jian's belt and pulled down his underwear. Zheng Jian bowed slightly, and Fang Lin immediately laughed. "Even if you're embarrassed, you're still cooperating?"

Zheng Jian didn't answer. Fang Lin's fragrant tongue licked his glans, the warmth and tingling making Zheng Jian involuntarily exhale.

Fang Lin held Zheng Jian's penis in one hand and pressed the other against his inner thigh. She lowered her head and gently moved her tongue along the glans of Zheng Jian's penis, occasionally licking the opening of his urethra. This stimulated Zheng Jian so much that he wanted to push the woman in front of him down immediately, but he couldn't do it at the moment. He could only tear open Fang Lin's clothes and gently caress her fair breasts.

With her breasts in Zheng Jian's hands, Fang Lin's body began to heat up. Her desire for the man transformed into an almost frantic love for that penis. When Zheng Jian began to squeeze Fang Lin's breasts forcefully, Fang Lin suddenly opened her mouth and swallowed most of Zheng Jian's penis.

Perhaps due to her haste, Fang Lin's movements were rather forceful. Zheng Jian's penis, pressed against Fang Lin's wet tongue, suddenly pressed against her throat, the glans seemingly reaching the very back of her throat. Fang Lin immediately felt a urge to vomit, but such a reaction would be quite unpleasant at this moment. So, she could only suppress the slight spasm in her throat and slowly move her head back, allowing his penis to withdraw slightly.

Although Fang Lin wanted to relieve the discomfort in her throat, her actions had already aroused Zheng Jian's desire, which he could no longer suppress. He wanted to vigorously fondle Fang Lin's two swaying breasts, but he was afraid of hurting his woman. After countless chaotic thoughts raced through his mind, he suddenly stood up, cupped Fang Lin's cheeks, and began thrusting his penis in and out of her mouth.

Zheng Jian's pubic hair prickled Fang Lin's face, and the skin around her mouth felt both itchy and painful. The sensation of his penis moving in and out of her mouth wasn't comfortable for her. Looking up at Zheng Jian's excited expression, she couldn't bear to refuse his thrusts, so she moved her head back and forth to accommodate his movements, trying to widen her throat to make penetration easier.

As Fang Lin's body swayed, her breasts heaved like waves on her chest. Zheng Jian knew his woman was suffering, so he gradually slowed his thrusts in and out of her mouth. However, Fang Lin's slippery mouth still tempted him to occasionally thrust deeper.

While letting Zheng Jian's penis continue moving in her mouth, Fang Lin tried to speed up his ejaculation by sucking, but her mouth, stretched wide by his penis, offered little strength. The urge to vomit grew stronger, and her lower abdomen churned. Just when she felt she couldn't bear it any longer, the penis in her mouth suddenly twitched twice.

That was the prelude to a man's ejaculation. Fang Lin's vagina had felt this throbbing more than once. She pushed Zheng Jian's legs, trying to spit his penis out of her mouth, but Zheng Jian, overwhelmed by pleasure, suddenly pressed Fang Lin's head down, his penis thrusting forward, and hot semen sprayed directly into the depths of Fang Lin's throat.

"Ugh..."

Fang Lin's mouth immediately opened into a strange shape as soon as it left Zheng Jian's lower body. Her throat bobbed a few times before she actually vomited. Looking at Zheng Jian, Fang Lin was already covered in sweat, a trace of white semen seeping from her mouth. She quickly grabbed a tissue to wipe it off. Seeing Zheng Jian sitting on the bed with a satisfied look on his face, she stood in front of Zheng Jian and said, "You're really bad..."

"I...I'm sorry..."

Zheng Jian scratched his head, "I couldn't help it, I didn't mean to."

"Sigh..."

Fang Lin sighed, "This is the first time I've ever eaten...this stuff, it's disgusting!"

"You don't like it?"

Zheng Jian grabbed Fang Lin's breasts again and pulled her to sit on his lap.

"Why don't you try some?"

Fang Lin stared at Zheng Jian.

"No..."

Zheng Jian shook his head repeatedly, but before he could finish speaking, Fang Lin's lips were already on his, and the smell of semen instantly filled the air between them.

That night, Zheng Jian stayed in Fang Lin's dormitory again, and went straight to work from there the next day. When he got home in the evening, he prepared dinner as usual, and Fang Lin was there too. When it was time to eat, Han Feng and Chen Bin also arrived home one after the other. As usual, Han Feng's face first turned red, then he rolled his eyes and refused to look at this annoying guy again, and started eating his meal in silence.

After a few bites of food, Yiran suddenly looked up at Chen Bin and said, "I called my teacher this afternoon, and the franchise deal is basically finalized. Besides piano and art, I'm also planning to open music theory and music fundamentals classes so we can earn more... But that means we'll need to hire more teachers. Fei Niu, could you help us find some?"

"No problem, I've already arranged it,"

Chen Bin nodded. "Have you considered opening academic classes or after-school programs? I've seen some training institutions do that, but I haven't investigated them, so I don't know if it's feasible."

"It should be feasible,"

Zheng Jian interjected, "but I think we shouldn't expand too much at first. Let's establish the arts programs first, and decide on the others later."

"Okay,"

Chen Bin hummed in agreement, then turned to Han Feng, "Don't you have anything to say?"

"Yes!"

Han Feng put down his chopsticks, "I still have a few blanks in my documents..."

looking at Yiran and Fang Lin, "You both have teacher's certificates?"

"Of course!"

Yiran muttered, "My sister has one too!"

"Wan Qing has one too?"

Han Feng was taken aback, "That makes things easier..."

"What do you mean?"

Zheng Jian looked at Han Feng.

Han Feng picked up his chopsticks again and tapped the edge of his bowl: "These past two days I've been thinking that you should hang two signs, one for your own business and another for the franchise brand. That way it will be easier to expand your business or stop franchising in the future..."

He glanced at Yi Ran and added, "Also, the person in charge of the organization needs to have a teaching qualification. Zheng Jian isn't suitable, so... I think it would be better to let Wan Qing be the person in charge."

“I can do it too!”

Yiran stared at Han Feng.

“You can’t…”

Han Feng shook his head, “I always feel you’re a bit rough around the edges…”

“Where am I rough?” Yiran

showed displeasure.

Hearing her question, Han Feng slowly moved his gaze from Yiran’s fair face to between her legs: “What do you think?”

Seeing Han Feng’s reaction, Yiran quickly closed her legs and said repeatedly, “Okay, okay, I agree, what about you, Hamster?”

“I don’t care!”

Zheng Jian looked at Fang Lin, “Anyway, we’re all doing it together, it doesn’t matter whose name is on it.”

“Then it’s settled.”

Han Feng leaned back in his chair, “I’ll have someone revise the document tomorrow.”

After dinner, the group discussed some specific issues. The next day, Han Feng instructed Lin Danmei to revise the document. The following Saturday morning, he went downstairs, drove to Gu Wanqing’s house.

Gu Wanqing didn't have much to move; just a few large bags of her own clothes and some design and drawing tools. Han Feng frowned when he entered and saw the bundles on the floor: "You didn't hire a moving company?"

"No need,"

Gu Wanqing replied, wiping her nose with a handkerchief over her head. "There's not much stuff. I was actually planning to move it all by myself..."

"Aren't you afraid of exhausting yourself?"

Han Feng lit a cigarette and sat down on one of the bundles.

Gu Wanqing smiled: "You've been alone for so long, what can't you do by yourself?"

"That's true..."

Han Feng nodded thoughtfully, "Let's move after I finish this cigarette!"

After running up and down the stairs twice, Han Feng and Gu Wanqing put everything in the car, then went back to the house to check and make sure nothing was left behind before getting in the car. After leaving the community, Han Feng got on the main road and then asked Gu Wanqing again: "Why didn't you call Yiran over?"

"Let her go and take care of opening the center."

Gu Wanqing replied, "I didn't want to tell too many people. If you hadn't asked me the other day, I wouldn't have planned to ask you for help."

The two drove to the building where Gu Wanqing's new house was located. Han Feng ran up and down the stairs several times to move all of Gu Wanqing's things into the house. Only after Gu Wanqing started sorting things into the cabinets did Han Feng sit down and begin to look around Gu Wanqing's new house.

There wasn't much to decorate in the open-plan room. Gu Wanqing's decor was as simple and warm as her personality. Apart from a large round bed and a cabinet built into the wall, there was only a table, a coffee table, and a few chairs. The furniture was indeed sparse, but each piece had clearly been carefully selected.

Seeing Han Feng's head turning back and forth, Gu Wanqing smiled. "I didn't furnish it much, just enough is fine."

"It's already very good."

Han Feng nodded. "I also like simple decorations. Too much complexity makes it look like something a nouveau riche would wear."

"Mm."

Gu Wanqing continued putting things into the cabinet. "By the way, I've already entrusted an agent to sell my old house. I'll pay you back part of the money first, and the rest I can only pay you back slowly."

"No rush..."

Han Feng took a breath. "You can use what you need first. If you pay me back, it'll just go to the bank; there's not much you can do with it."

"You don't even invest?"

Gu Wanqing asked. "Many rich people like to make money from money."

"I know nothing about investing."

Han Feng replied. "If the company weren't owned by Zheng Jian's father, I wouldn't have become a shareholder. I have no concept of money."

"I really didn't expect that."

Gu Wanqing laughed. "You have no concept of money at all."

“It’s been like this since I was little.”

Han Feng took a sip of water. “Before I got married, all the money I earned went to my parents. Later…”

He paused before continuing, “To be honest, I don’t even know how much savings I have now. I wouldn’t be surprised if someone told me one day that I had no money left in my account.”

“Monster.”

Gu Wanqing straightened up after packing her things and wiped her sweat. “You can’t go on like this. It’s okay now, but what if you find yourself penniless when you’re old?”

“Simple!”

Han Feng said nonchalantly. “I’ll find a simple housekeeper to take care of me, and then leave the house to her. Someone will definitely be willing to do it!”

“What kind of plan is that?”

Gu Wanqing sat down in the chair opposite Han Feng. “It sounds bleak enough…”

"It doesn't matter, we'll see."

Han Feng stood up and patted Gu Wanqing's shoulder. "All packed up? I'm hungry!"

The two went downstairs for dinner, during which Han Feng and Gu Wanqing drank some alcohol. Gu Wanqing wasn't a big drinker, and after a few beers, she started to sway, her eyes becoming somewhat hazy. But this semi-drunk state had a unique charm in Han Feng's eyes.

It was already past eight o'clock when they left the restaurant and returned to the apartment complex. As they walked, Gu Wanqing held Han Feng's right hand with both of hers, her whole body leaning softly against him. Her full breasts rubbed against Han Feng's arm, whether intentionally or unintentionally.

Han Feng lowered his head, his chin resting on Gu Wanqing's long hair, and whispered to her, "Tired?"

"A little..."

Gu Wanqing hummed in response.

"Then let's go home and sleep early?"

Han Feng continued.

"No..."

Gu Wanqing leaned her head against Han Feng's chest, "Can we walk a little further?"

"Oh..."

Han Feng responded, "I'm a bit tired, or..."

He turned his head and saw a chair behind some bushes in the distance, "Can we sit outside for a while?"

"Okay."

Gu Wanqing mumbled and followed Han Feng to the chair. When Han Feng sat down, Gu Wanqing sat next to him, resting her head on his shoulder.

For a long time afterward, neither of them spoke. Few people would pass by where they sat, and besides, it was already dark. If it weren't for that, Han Feng would have seen the sweet expression on Gu Wanqing's face.

For Gu Wanqing, the man beside her was practically everything to her, and for Han Feng, his heart had indeed softened considerably, although the other part of his body remained as hard as iron.

The woman's soft breathing echoed in his ear. Han Feng turned and hugged Gu Wanqing, and before he could do anything else, Gu Wanqing's cherry lips were already pressed against his.

Han Feng's tongue quickly entered Gu Wanqing's mouth. Perhaps due to the alcohol, Gu Wanqing immediately enveloped Han Feng's tongue with her lips and began to suck on it.

At this moment, Han Feng naturally no longer wanted to suppress his desire, and his hand almost simultaneously reached inside Gu Wanqing's clothes as they began kissing.

Gu Wanqing was wearing a black tank top with a light-colored blouse over it, a long, ankle-length skirt, and low-heeled black leather shoes in flesh-colored stockings. Han Feng's hand was currently on her waist, gently caressing her smooth skin.

The kissing continued, but under Han Feng's arm, Gu Wanqing had somehow ended up sitting on his lap.

Normally, Gu Wanqing would never be so intimate with a man in public, but the atmosphere after drinking tonight was too good, and no one was watching, so she suddenly became bolder. However, when Han Feng's hand slipped under her skirt, Gu Wanqing still tried to stop his lewd hand that had already reached her inner thigh.

Unfortunately, she couldn't resist Han Feng's actions at this point. His burning hand was tearing at Gu Wanqing's genitals, and in the midst of the kissing, Gu Wanqing's stockings were quickly torn to shreds.

Beneath the stockings was a sheer white panty, as soft as a cicada's wing, its texture as delicate as Gu Wanqing's skin. Han Feng used Gu Wanqing's skirt to cover their bodies, then unzipped his pants and pulled down his panties, pressing his already erect penis against the center of her panties.

Gu Wanqing gently lifted her buttocks, and Han Feng moved her panties aside, his fingers touching her labia, finding them already soaking wet.

Parting her labia, Han Feng placed the head of his penis at the entrance of her vagina. Gu Wanqing moved her body, actively enveloping his penis with her wetness. As her body slowly lowered, Han Feng's penis gradually penetrated her warm, moist entrance.

With the glans of his penis pressed against her clitoris, Gu Wanqing suddenly shuddered, seemingly only now realizing their location. She rested her head on Han Feng's shoulder, the tender flesh inside her vagina contracting twice, and murmured, "Don't...don't move anymore..."

"What's wrong?"

Han Feng whispered in Gu Wanqing's ear, "Uncomfortable?"

"No...not very, very comfortable."

Gu Wanqing squeezed her legs together, her vagina tightly gripping Han Feng's penis, "We're outside...I'm scared..."

"Scared of what?"

Han Feng suddenly thrust forward, his penis penetrating Gu Wanqing's vagina a little further. Gu Wanqing's body jerked back, and Han Feng grabbed her arms with both hands, "No one can see here..."

"I don't want to..."

Gu Wanqing twisted her body, her mons pubis rubbing against Han Feng's genitals. This seemingly resistant action only fueled Han Feng's desire. Han Feng pulled Gu Wanqing's hands behind her back, her wrists intertwined, but Han Feng's left hand firmly clamped them together.

Han Feng didn't use much force, so it wouldn't have been difficult for Gu Wanqing to break free. However, she had long since given up the will to struggle. The intense itching deep inside her vagina made her crave the hard thrusting of that penis, but due to the surrounding environment, she dared not make any obvious movements. She could only straighten up and let Han Feng's penis penetrate deeper and deeper into her honeypot until the glans felt like it was about to tear open her cervix before she let out a soft sigh.

But Han Feng wasn't in a hurry to thrust. He stared wide-eyed at the woman in his arms. Although he couldn't see her very clearly, he could still feel the intense desire floating in Gu Wanqing's bright eyes.

Still holding Gu Wanqing's hand tightly, Han Feng reached out with his other hand to Gu Wanqing's front, yanking open her

tank top. As her white breasts, still covered by a bra, sprang out, Gu Wanqing cried out, "No..." Unfortunately, Gu Wanqing's words were no match for Han Feng's actions. Before she could finish speaking, her bra had been pulled down to her lower abdomen, revealing her soft breasts to Han Feng. Before Gu Wanqing could speak again, Han Feng's mouth was already on her left nipple. Gu Wanqing's words became, "No... um..."

She wasn't Su Ting; she didn't have that kind of courage. This kind of exhibitionist sex was something Gu Wanqing would never have dared to imagine, yet here she was, half-naked on this chair behind the bushes, letting Han Feng fondle her at will. His penis was thrusting in and out of her lower body, which was covered by her skirt. The shame that welled up in her heart somehow turned into a kind of stimulation. Her vaginal fluid kept flowing from the opening of her vagina, which was stretched open by his penis, wetting Han Feng's body and the chair beneath them.

After a while, Han Feng seemed unable to bear the slow movements any longer. He lifted Gu Wanqing's buttocks and began thrusting rapidly. Gu Wanqing's body bounced up and down on his legs, her round, full breasts rising and falling simultaneously. Han Feng gripped Gu Wanqing's waist tightly, slamming her wet, soft flesh against his lower body repeatedly. His penis scraped against the warm walls of Gu Wanqing's vagina, pressing against her clitoris again and again.

Although his movements became more unrestrained, his eyes still darted around. Occasionally, when someone passed by in the distance, Han Feng would pull Gu Wanqing tightly into his arms, pressing his chest against her exposed breasts.

The woman's consciousness began to gradually become confused from the continuous thrusting. The pleasure from the continuous impact on her cervix finally made Gu Wanqing completely ignore her surroundings. Her skirt had somehow been lifted up to her waist, and her legs were braced on either side of Han Feng's body. She quickly sat up, allowing Han Feng's penis to repeatedly enter and exit her open vagina, carrying her labia.

After dozens more thrusts, Gu Wanqing suddenly stood up, turned around, and sat down with her back to Han Feng, parting her vaginal opening. His penis entered her again, and Gu Wanqing writhed her hips, rubbing against Han Feng's body. Her soft buttocks and vaginal opening tightened together, sucking on his penis like a small mouth. Her fully exposed breasts swayed towards the distant path. At this moment, for Gu Wanqing, the world belonged only to the two of them; she cared nothing more than enjoying this moment of pleasure.

Fortunately, Han Feng hadn't lost his temper. He quickly grabbed Gu Wanqing's breasts with both hands, stood up, and pulled her under a leafy tree. With the leaves providing cover, Gu Wanqing writhed even more violently. She hugged the tree trunk, repeatedly thrusting her hips towards Han Feng, welcoming his final, wild thrusts.

Holding Gu Wanqing's slender waist, Han Feng repeatedly thrust into her buttocks. His penis, inserted into her vagina, felt increasingly tight pressure. As the tender flesh of Gu Wanqing's vaginal walls began to spasm slightly, Han Feng thrust forward forcefully, his hot semen spraying like fireworks into the depths of Gu Wanqing's flower.

After the passion subsided, Han Feng and Gu Wanqing embraced under the tree for a long time. It was almost midnight when they returned to Gu Wanqing's home. Upon entering, Han Feng quickly tore off all of Gu Wanqing's clothes and, right by the door, roughly thrust his now-erect penis into her already disheveled genitals.

Her body, already heightened to an extreme sensitivity by Han Feng's actions, was once again violated. This time, Gu Wanqing no longer cared about restraint and cried out loudly. Han Feng couldn't understand what she was saying, only that this woman was completely immersed in sex. All he could do was maintain this state, thrusting into the deepest part of her body again and again.

When they finally collapsed onto the bed, having released all their passion, Han Feng was too exhausted to say a word. Gu Wanqing lay limply beside him, her eyes closed, her eyelashes fluttering gently. She bit her lower lip hard with her upper teeth, and her sweat-dampened breasts swayed slowly with her breath. As Han Feng looked at Gu Wanqing, a bead of sweat slid down her breast, down her deep cleavage, and into her slightly plump abdomen…

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