[Keeping her own niece Qiao Ling as a sugar daddy] (1)

I. Upon seeing her, a woman engaged in compensated dating, he began to have thoughts.
Qiao An sat in his black BMW X5, idly waiting at a red light, muttering
to himself, "Why does a traffic light take so long when there are clearly no cars? It's a county-level city, yet the traffic
system is always so useless—countdowns, noise warnings, all pointless. Why can't they install an intelligent adjustment
system to make the traffic light timings dynamic?" While muttering, he unscrewed the lid of his cup, took a
sip of the yin-nourishing and kidney-tonifying tea he had commissioned from a renowned connoisseur, and reminisced about the first day back in his hometown yesterday, when he enjoyed
the breast massage and the caress of her tongue from the female server. Her breasts were large and soft. It was just a pity she was a little older
, already twenty-eight or twenty-nine, and those in the prostitution business age relatively quickly; her breasts had already begun
to sag slightly. "Tender is best," he thought. "Although I lack experience and don't know the knack of 'serving' her, it
's precisely this youthful innocence that appeals to some men."
Just then, the traffic light turned green, and Qiao An quickly shifted gears and started driving. But as he looked up
, he suddenly noticed a young girl's figure on the roadside to his left that looked vaguely familiar.
So, he decided to get closer to get a better look. He changed his mind, turned the car around, and
slowly drove along the roadside. Through the tinted window, as he approached, he was slightly taken aback.
The girl, wearing a white, short-sleeved, sheer, off-the-shoulder dress with lace trim and blue boxer
shorts underneath, looked about sixteen or seventeen, probably a high school freshman or so. Her round
face and student-style medium-length hair made her look very pure and cute, radiating
youthful energy. However, she wasn't the kind of stunning beauty, or even
a beauty at all; she was just a "pretty" girl.
And although her bottom looked quite shapely under her skirt,
her chest was almost flat, probably not even a B cup. Plus, she wasn't the kind of breathtaking beauty,
so what surprised Qiao An wasn't her appearance, but rather that he recognized her. This petite girl
was Qiao An's niece, Qiao Ling, the daughter of his third brother who had been dead for almost three years.
"What's she doing here? It's Monday, only ten o'clock in the morning. She should be at school.
What's she doing here?" Full of suspicion, Qiao An was about to pull over and call her over to ask what was going on
. Just then, a Honda pulled up, and the young
woman, who had initially shown slight impatience, immediately broke into a smile. She skipped across the sidewalk to the Honda parked on the side of the road
, opened the door, and got into the back seat. The car then drove off.
Qiao An's suspicions deepened. He was now beginning to suspect that his niece was involved in so-called
"compensated dating"—which was essentially prostitution—but he simply shifted gears and accelerated,
following the Honda to see where she was headed.
After driving a short distance and turning two or three corners, the car entered a wide but relatively quiet street
. The Honda stopped in front of a small inn. Seeing the hotel's sign and peeking through
the glass wall at the lobby's decor, Qiao An already knew what was going on. This hotel was essentially
a love hotel or brothel, operating on the same model as those high-end prostitution establishments.
He watched as Qiao Ling got out of the Honda, swaying her round, pert buttocks, and followed the driver
up the steps into the hotel. Qiao An also circled around, turning across the street
and parking his car on the opposite side of the road. He didn't roll down the window,
continuing to observe through the tinted glass. He had only parked for a few minutes when the skinny driver
emerged from the hotel, but Qiao Ling didn't follow.
Qiao An understood, nodding silently. He knew Qiao Ling was indeed engaged in the so-called "compensated dating
" business for female students. They all contacted their clients by phone through so-called "agents," who helped them find prostitutes
. The man who picked Qiao Ling up was their driver (sometimes also responsible
for taking them back), and also the one who collected the money. The client Qiao Ling was to serve was already
waiting in the room that had been booked long ago.
Thinking of this, watching the Honda drive away, Qiao An pondered for a moment, a
lewd smile appearing on his face. He started his car, drove to the next intersection, made a U-turn, parked in front of the hotel,
went inside, whispered a few words to the young male receptionist, asked him for a piece of white paper
and a pen, wrote a line, folded the paper, and returned it to the young man. After glancing at the paper
, the young male receptionist nodded repeatedly in agreement with Qiao An's words. Then, Qiao An left
the hotel with a smile.
Qiao An returned to his hometown, a county-level city, not only to enjoy the infamous
prostitutes of W City—a place renowned throughout the province—but also for a more serious purpose. He
won the lottery shortly after graduating from university and before finding a job. The prize money, after taxes, amounted to over 13 million yuan.
He saved most of it, kept some for himself, and then invested the rest in venture capital with two former university classmates
, one of whom was his roommate.
He had initially intended it as a share with close friends from back then, but these two guys—one
running a website, the other a smokeless, non-toxic green candle business—were incredibly successful.
They had grown their small businesses, each with a registered capital of just over a million yuan and an office in a rented apartment, into medium-sized enterprises.
After discussing it with him, the website developer sold the site to an industry leader, with Qiao An receiving
over 36 million yuan and the other over 50 million yuan.
The candle maker not only monopolizes over 50% of the birthday candle market in the province, but has also expanded into
the high-end incense and candle industry for temples and Taoist monasteries, as well as the mood candle industry for Western restaurants. Besides sales within the province, their products are also exported to Japan and
South Korea. Although their annual output value is only 200 million yuan, in the eyes of large entrepreneurs, it's still just a fledgling company.
Compared to when they first started their business, it was like heaven and earth.
The buddy who used to share a bunk bed with Qiao An, out of gratitude, wanted Qiao An
to be his boss, even the CEO. But Qiao An knew he wasn't cut out for it and repeatedly declined. So he only
became a nominal vice president with no real power. One of the three members of the board of directors, an investor who
had lost money in the stock market and was eager to withdraw funds, sold his shares to the two of them. Thus, the company
returned to a situation where the two of them had complete control.
Every year, besides receiving dividends, Qiao An also kept a nearly one million yuan annual salary as vice president, which he felt a little
embarrassed about. So, he would often help inspect the branch offices or production bases, and also use the opportunity to change
things up and try out women of different styles from different places.
This time, returning to his hometown county was actually a routine inspection of the branch office there, and also a chance to play around with
the girls from his hometown. He didn't inform the branch office of his arrival time or method, not because he intended to conduct any surprise inspection
or anything like that—he didn't understand finance anyway, so he wouldn't know where to begin with checking the accounts. He was simply dissatisfied with
the reception arranged by the branch office and wasn't used to being served by prostitutes. He preferred to seek
pleasure on his own, and it would be even better if he could hunt for women, but unfortunately, he had few opportunities.
He had once considered keeping female students in the provincial capital, but without introductions from ordinary schools, there were virtually no
chances. As for art school students, some had very high standards, some were self-righteous and kept their virginity waiting to snag
a rich husband, some were only willing to be kept by older men, and some, seeing his young age, thought he was just using himself to swindle money and
sex, and completely ignored him, which angered him so much that he simply gave up on the idea.
Now, Qiao An saw his own niece,
the little girl he had hugged and kissed as a child, played with, and even watched her urinate. Now she was a high school girl. The vague sexual fantasies he had harbored for his niece,
coupled with her status as a college student involved in compensated dating, swelled and intensified, growing larger
and stronger until they became uncontrollable.
Qiao An was always a man of action. Having decided to have his way with his niece, and
ideally, to keep her as a long-term client, he immediately made up his mind, devised a plan, and then
diligently carried it out.
So, after leaving the hotel, he immediately drove quickly to the branch office location,
met with the branch's management, had a brief, perfunctory chat, and then mentioned that he
hadn't been back to his hometown for years and wanted to explore the changes in his hometown county. He wondered
if there were any quiet, secluded places in the city, preferably with some natural scenery.
The branch office staff told him that the former barren hillside north of the old county town had been transformed into an orchard
, and the former zoo and North Slope Park, which had been closed down, were now part of a landscaping project. All the surrounding residences
had been relocated, and now it was a two-kilometer hike uphill without a car. Therefore, aside from long-distance
runners, only tourists looking for hiking or fruit-picking activities in the orchards would go.
After learning this, he asked for directions to avoid having to look up a map in his car, exchanged a few polite
words, and then took his leave. He had arranged a welcome dinner at the Xingxinghu Hotel that evening, followed by singing and dancing at the Jincheng Nightclub, then
a sauna and massage, and finally, some passionate sex. From arriving at the branch office to leaving,
less than forty-five minutes had passed.
On his way back to the hotel,
his phone, which he used to contact women, his "matchmakers," and his "fellow travelers," rang. It was an unfamiliar number, but he smiled happily and
answered. A young man's voice came through:
"Sir, the girl you asked me to keep an eye on has left her room and is coming downstairs. I'll watch her until she
gets a taxi."
"Okay, I understand. You did a good job. I'm almost at your hotel, so you don't need to
keep an eye on her anymore. Thank you." After hanging up, Qiao An turned the steering wheel, rounded the intersection, 　　and saw Qiao Ling, the girl who had just left the hotel, stepping down the steps in front of the hotel
a short distance ahead .

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