(Urban Life) A Fairy Tale at the End of the Year

"It's all because of those damn short skirts and high heels." I muttered to myself as I hurried through the lobby, darting into the elevator before the doors closed. I glanced at my watch—thankfully, I wasn't late—and breathed a sigh of relief. I composed myself and noticed the indicator light for the fifth floor was on; clearly, the only other passenger in the elevator was also going there. Maybe he's someone I know? I quickly adopted a ladylike demeanor, turning around and politely smiling as I greeted him with a "Good morning."

I froze for a moment after saying that—it was him! This handsome young man in the elevator was someone I knew very well. His name was Mao Xiaoyu, a producer and cameraman at the TV station. We often partnered for interviews, working well together and achieving good results. We were a well-known, top-notch team at the station. Last month, our joint report on the "Saturn Village Doomsday Ticket" won the station's year-end award, making me a hot candidate for the newly vacant evening news anchor position. He's always had feelings for me and has asked me out several times, but I've always politely declined. Mao Xiaoyu is handsome, tall, and imposing. Not only is he good-looking, but he's also incredibly talented, skilled in both magic and martial arts, and a key member of the station. He's still very attractive to me, but as a professional woman, especially a female reporter in the public eye, developing a personal relationship with a colleague is tantamount to professional suicide. So, I've repeatedly gritted my teeth and restrained myself, not wanting to have any interaction with him outside of work.

"Good morning, Nana." There was no one else in the elevator. Mao Xiaoyu's lecherous eyes brazenly scanned me from head to toe, from my long eyelashes down to my delicate high heels. I felt annoyed by his gaze and kept checking my watch and looking up at the indicator lights, thinking how slow the elevator was.

"I heard we have another mission this time, a business trip out of town." Mao Xiaoyu was kind enough to break the awkward atmosphere in the elevator and bring up work. My mind raced, and I was about to ask what the mission was when this guy said in a deep, sexy baritone voice, "I've already made a reservation at the revolving restaurant on the top floor of the TV tower. How about we go have dinner together after the interview?" "Uh..." Here we go again, I sighed inwardly. Another fierce battle between emotion and reason was about to begin. But thankfully, the elevator doors opened, finally rescuing me from this lose-lose situation. We stepped out of the elevator and walked into the director's office together.

"You've all heard about Feng Da's passing, right?" Before we even sat down, Director Hua asked impatiently. Director Hua used to be a middle school principal, and it's said he was a lolicon, falling in love with a pure young girl at the school. After the affair was exposed, he was forced to resign. Fortunately, he only had feelings but no actions, or rather, he had the desire but not the courage, so he left his job with dignity and quickly got a job at the TV station through connections. Director Hua had only been at our TV station's news department for a short time, and like us frontline reporters, he was eager to produce a few sensational reports to prove himself.

"Yes, we are all deeply saddened by Mr. Feng's passing." Our faces showed genuine sorrow, expressing our respect for this industry veteran. Feng Da was a legendary figure in the media world. He started from scratch in his youth, becoming famous for his serialized novels under the pen name Mao Ni. He was known for writing ten books simultaneously, updating tens of thousands of words daily; the phrase "quality over quantity" was never in his vocabulary. After accumulating his first fortune, he invested in censored websites, expanding from electronic media to traditional media, building the Feng Media Group, the industry's leading behemoth, known as the "Eastern Murdoch" and the "Jin Yong of the 21st century." However, at the peak of his career, news of his sudden death arrived. The official explanation was that Mr. Feng suffered a heart attack due to overwork, but rumors suggested he died of a stroke, this romantic and talented man ultimately dying on a woman's belly.

"Feng Da's funeral just ended. It's a pity our people didn't catch any big news. I should have sent you two," Director Hua said regretfully. However, her tone immediately changed, becoming excited. "But now there's a great opportunity. Feng Da's only son, Feng Shen, is going to see Feng Da's lawyer to read the will and receive his inheritance.

I just signed an agreement with his assistant, Lawyer Cha Tong. Our reporters can board his private jet and travel with him, while also providing exclusive coverage of his trip. We all know this young master Feng; he's very individualistic. He uses his father's name to flaunt his influence in the entertainment industry, constantly causing trouble. Following him will definitely yield great results. You two must seize this opportunity." Director Hua paused, glanced at me, and added, "Nana, he specifically requested that you go." "

I... we were college classmates," I explained, then, seeing the question in Director Hua's eyes turn into a blazing fire of gossip, I added, "I went on a date with him, but only once." "You went on a date with Feng Shen?" "Mao Xiaoyu asked in a strange tone, the meaning unclear.

"Yes, but only once."

"That's Feng Shen, a billionaire! He has a private jet, and his yacht is half a city block big!" Director Hua said excitedly, rubbing her hands together.

"It's his dad's plane, his dad's yacht, his dad is the billionaire." I corrected her.

This Feng Shen is a self-important scoundrel. He treated me to a meal on our first date and then wanted to sleep with me, thinking that money can buy anything. I don't even look at him.

"The plane and the yacht will all be his soon, maybe even our TV station will be his." Director Hua sensed my displeasure and reminded me: "Nana, you should make good use of your old... uh... classmate relationship to do a good job of this interview, and don't let personal feelings influence you." "By the way, I've already recommended you to be the evening news anchor. Do a good job, I have high hopes for you!" Then, turning to Mao Xiaoyu, he said, "Photographer Mao, we all know this playboy's private life is quite colorful, so don't miss any details.

Even if the footage doesn't pass censorship, it's okay. We can repackage it and send it abroad to broadcast. With a 'banned' label, it'll sell even better. By the way, that American named 'Rich Chicken,' he'll definitely be interested. We can sell it to him." Mao Xiaoyu and I exchanged a knowing smile. This "Rich Chicken" was actually G.G. Richie, the program manager for SIS Midnight Television in the US. Our station often did business with him, and we privately translated his name as "Rich Chicken." Unexpectedly, Director Hua, who had only recently arrived, also knew this.

Director Hua muttered for a while, meticulously planning every detail, before waving her hand and saying, "Alright, you can have a day off to pack. We'll leave tomorrow morning." We walked out of the director's office side by side. Mao Xiaoyu's arm went around my back and gently wrapped around my waist. He had never been so audacious before; it seemed that what we had just talked about with Feng Shen had a little bother him. My heart softened, and I pretended not to notice, letting him hold me as we went downstairs.

"I'll pick you up tomorrow morning, and we'll go to the airport together," he said calmly as we parted downstairs, his tone unreadable.

The day off passed quickly as I packed my bags and overthinking. Mao Xiaoyu's calm words at our parting during the day left me somewhat bewildered and heartbroken. I wondered what he was thinking. Feng Shen had specifically requested that I do the interview; I wondered what his intentions were. Was it just for catching up with an old classmate? Or was there something else going on? Judging from Director Hua's tone, he was clearly thinking the latter, subtly encouraging me to use my charm to curry favor. Of course, he only cared about the interview's outcome; he didn't care what level Feng Shen and I reached. But what about Mao Xiaoyu? As the photographer, he'd be there the whole time. How could I possibly reminisce with Feng Shen in front of him? Besides, he'd asked me out again. Refusing him repeatedly wasn't a good idea. What would become of our relationship? I couldn't keep burying my head in the sand and telling myself we'd only have a working relationship.

The next morning, after receiving a call from Mao Xiaoyu, I appeared downstairs at the apartment building, wearing a white knee-length pencil skirt that revealed my long, beautiful legs. A pearl necklace glittered above the neckline of my white low-cut top, making my deep cleavage even more alluring. When choosing an outfit that morning, I hesitated for a long time before finally opting for a red suit jacket and red high heels. This combination seemed too frivolous for work; I almost never dressed like this for work. However, Mao Xiaoyu had said before that I looked particularly energetic and sexy in red. Anyway, Director Hua had instructed me that today's task was to please Feng Shen, so I needed to dress extravagantly. Yes, that's it, I told myself.

To my surprise, Mao Xiaoyu arrived in an extra-long, luxurious Cadillac limousine. This was the station's best car, reserved for VIPs; we weren't exactly entitled to such treatment. Mao Xiaoyu and Lu Xiaoan, the head of the car crew, were best friends, so he must have been using his position for personal reasons. Sure enough, as soon as the car stopped, the driver's side door opened, and Lu Xiaoan, dressed in all black—black clothes, black pants, black shoes, black hat, and white gloves—stepped out. Despite his formal attire, he lacked the demeanor of a chauffeur, grinning and greeting me with a "Hello, Sister Na," before winking at the passengers, taking my luggage, and disappearing. Mao Xiaoyu climbed out of the back seat, placing his hand on the roof to invite me in.

I got in and sat down, and Mao Xiaoyu followed. The back seat was spacious, but he still sat close to me, his arm casually draped over my shoulder. I instinctively tried to move aside, but he held me by the shoulder. His grip wasn't strong, but it made me feel weak and unable to move. With each movement, the hem of my short skirt rode up, exposing a large expanse of my honey-colored skin to him. Mao Xiaoyu greedily gazed at the view before him, his gaze gradually moving upwards, lingering on my chest for a moment before reluctantly moving further up, finally fixing his gaze on my eyes. He said, "It's about a half-hour drive from here to the airport. How should we spend this precious time?"

Every time he spoke to me in this teasing tone, I felt a fierce internal struggle—should I give in or not?

But this time, my professional principles quickly crumbled, and I teased him back: "What good things are included in this 'good time' you're talking about?"

Mao Xiaoyu seemed encouraged, pressing his body even closer, almost whispering in my ear, "You clearly like me, so why do you keep rejecting me?" "

I didn't expect him to be so straightforward. I didn't want to admit I liked him so easily, but I didn't want to deny it either. I didn't know how to answer for a moment, and silently watched the partition between the back seat and

the driver slowly rise. Lu Xiaoan is indeed his best friend; the two of them worked together so well. "It's no use denying it. We've been together day and night these past few days, and we've worked together seamlessly. Even if you don't say it, your body has already betrayed you." Mao Xiaoyu continued his offensive. "Don't forget I'm a photographer. I have a very sharp eye. Seeing things from small details is my professional specialty. You can't hide it from me. I know you like me, and you need me, just like I like you and you need me." "

It's a professional principle not to have romantic entanglements with colleagues." I stammered. "If our relationship changes in the future, our working relationship will be ruined." Mao Xiaoyu didn't argue. He put his hand on my shoulder and held my head, and his lips pressed hard against mine. I struggled weakly, letting his tongue pry open my teeth, invade my mouth, and dance with mine.

I don't know how much time passed before our lips parted. Mao Xiaoyu's lips moved to my ear, kissing my earlobe while asking in a seemingly casual tone, "What's going on between you and Feng Shen?" He sounded exactly like a boyfriend, how annoying.

"Why are you asking this?" Lovers are most sensitive, and the hidden sourness in his tone didn't escape my ears.

"Don't be angry, I was just asking casually. You said you only went on one date with him, why is that?" He interrogated me while kissing my earlobe and neck, one hand around my head, stroking my hair, the other hand indecently slipping under my skirt. I was so

confused and couldn't stay angry, so I honestly explained, "He's such a lewd person, he wanted to sleep with me on our first date." "

I haven't even gone on a date with you yet, and I already want to sleep with you," Mao Xiaoyu's fingers slowly moved up my thigh. "What do you want to do to me?" "

It's different," I explained, "He thinks I owe him something. It seems like he treated me to an expensive dinner and promised to buy me some expensive gifts, so I should willingly sleep with him." "I haven't treated you to a fancy dinner yet, and I probably can't afford expensive gifts. Would you willingly sleep with me?" He teased with satisfaction, his hand, hidden under my skirt, kneading my buttocks forcefully.
I didn't answer, but reached out and grabbed his hand, guiding his fingers between my legs, hooking open my narrow panties, sliding them up and down between my thighs. My lower body was wet, my vulva opened, my whole body opened to him. My body slid softly down, unzipping his pants, releasing his eight-inch erection.

His penis was already fully erect, standing proudly in the air, thick and magnificent, its tip glistening. I grabbed his massive member with one hand and his scrotum with the other, stroking it. Soon I realized it was too long and thick for one hand, so I had to use both hands to cup his shaft and stroke it up and down. My hands soon got tired, so I stopped to rest. Mao Xiaoyu, blushing and panting, said, "I was enjoying it, why did you stop? You're teasing me again." I was embarrassed to admit I'd never handled such a large thing before, and my inexperience had made my hands ache. I glared at him and scolded, "Your hair, um, your hair is too prickly, it hurts me." Mao Xiaoyu laughed, taking my hands and kissing my fingers, teasingly saying, "Your delicate hands are so soft and delicate, so pitiful, hehe, you obviously never do any work." "You're right, I never do any work, you support me." "I leaned weakly against him and said in a soft, whiny voice.

Mao Xiaoyu picked me up and straddled me on his lap, pulled down my underwear, and pressed his huge penis between my lips. He pulled me close and thrust into me. His lips met mine again, his tongue swirling wildly inside me. I felt a surge of fullness, an unprecedented pleasure. I rode him, bouncing up and down, swaying left and right, sometimes clockwise, sometimes counterclockwise, three circles to the left, three circles to the right, twisting my neck and wiggling my hips, savoring every micrometer of his penetration. The air in the car grew increasingly scorching. I struggled to breathe, finally gasping for air, and pushed his tongue away, panting and moaning greedily. He seemed to be reaching his limit too, panting and letting out a deep, resonant sound from deep within his throat. After an unknown amount of time, waves of electricity coursed through my body, causing me to tremble and quiver uncontrollably. My lower body felt like a black hole, sucking and devouring everything. Mao Xiaoyu, unable to hold back any longer, climaxed simultaneously, as if by telepathy. He continued to erupt within me, releasing his masculine energy wave after wave, one wave higher than the next, relentlessly, until the last drop was completely absorbed by the black hole.

After our lovemaking, the Cadillac quickly arrived at the airport. Lu Xiaoan was a skilled driver, intimately familiar with the roads. On this morning without traffic jams, the half-hour drive took a steady hour and a half, arriving precisely on time. Clearly, he was equally confident in Mao Xiaoyu's stamina.

One of the great advantages of a private jet is that airport security is less stringent than on commercial flights. We quickly passed through security and entered the waiting area. After washing up in the restroom, touching up my makeup, and eating something, reason regained its grip after the passion subsided. Watching Mao Xiaoyu fiddling with the camera, I started to worry again. Our relationship was clear, but how to proceed from there remained a complete mystery.

"Nana, don't worry," Mao Xiaoyu said, seemingly reading my mind. "After this interview, I'll resign."

My body trembled. Our near-perfect working relationship had been ruined because of our relationship—wasn't this exactly what I'd always feared and tried so hard to avoid? I hadn't expected this moment to arrive so soon.

"Actually, I've always understood your thoughts," Mao Xiaoyu sat down beside me, holding my hand, and said,

"I've always liked you, and I know you like me too. I respect your principle of separating work and life, so I've never pressured you. Anyway, our working relationship can't last long, but our feelings can last forever, so I can wait patiently, without rushing into anything."

"Actually, I've wanted to switch jobs for a while, but I couldn't bear to leave you, so I kept putting it off until today. Anyway, this is our last time working together. After this interview, you'll become a host and won't need to go out for interviews anymore. Even if I don't leave, we won't have many opportunities to work together anymore." "So where are you going?" Hearing him say that, I felt a little melancholy, but mostly excited. His encouragement opened up a whole new world for me.

"Remember Saturn Village we interviewed together? Their Doomsday Ark project was a huge success. The unsold, abandoned houses that couldn't be sold before suddenly became hot sellers after this promotion. They made money and started a new real estate company to continue developing the village's real estate, and they asked me to be the vice president in charge of market development. This brilliant Doomsday Ark plan was conceived by me. That charlatan, Master Linglu, who goes around proclaiming that Saturn Village is the only place to escape the apocalypse, was a plant I found." "Oh, you've got a lot of tricks up your sleeve! But be careful where you go, don't get scammed.

That Saturn village chief is no pushover; he seems honest but he's shrewder than a monkey, his schemes are more numerous than the pockmarks on his face. He promised to give me a doomsday ticket after that interview, and it's been almost a month since the apocalypse, and he still hasn't delivered." "

Oh, he gave me your ticket. Your number is 662, mine is 663. We'll stay together until the end of the world."

We chatted for a short while when the airport announcement said boarding was beginning. Passing through the aisle, a huge Boeing 787 appeared before us. At the cabin door, I was surprised to find Feng Shen smiling broadly as he greeted us. Although I knew he was a womanizer, the crew members around him still left me speechless. He was surrounded by a group of young and beautiful women. The one next to him was dressed as a captain, and the other as a first officer. I wasn't sure if they were actually pilots; if they were flying the plane, I wasn't sure I'd dare to sit there. A few steps behind were three girls dressed as flight attendants. Their black low-cut uniforms revealed black underwear, and they wore dark blue scarves around their necks, flight attendant hats, and short black skirts that barely covered their buttocks, with black garter belts peeking out from the hems. The black stockings encased their long, slender legs, and their long, thin black high heels slammed against the floor with a thud. Two of them were tall and model-like; the one with the short, shoulder-length hair had a particularly slender and supple waist, and her walk seemed boneless. Both of them wore cold, aloof smiles, seemingly unapproachable. The other beauty was voluptuous, with a charming smile, dignified and alluring, making one want to get close to her at first glance. Her face seemed familiar; I was sure I'd seen her somewhere before, but I couldn't quite place her.

Standing at the front was Feng Shen, still the same as always, head to toe in designer brands. Thankfully, his physique was decent enough to make him a clothes hanger, and his family's influence meant his outfits were well-coordinated, preventing him from looking cheap or ostentatious. The cabin entrance was dimly lit, but he still wore his Louis Vuitton sunglasses, only casually removing them and hanging them on his chest when we were right in front of him.

I forced a smile and extended my hand. He didn't shake my hand, but instead took my fingers and kissed them. I frowned, managing not to pull my hand away, and involuntarily glanced back at Mao Xiaoyu beside me.

As a seasoned womanizer, Feng Shen immediately caught my gaze, looking at Mao Xiaoyu with suspicion. I quickly introduced, "This is my photographer, Mao Xiaoyu. He'll be with me for your interview." "My interview? Nana, you could have been a chapter in my life, not just an insignificant footnote." "I hope you don't regret your choice too much now," Feng Shen said smugly. I suppressed the urge to punch him. Business was important; it concerned my promotion and career prospects. So I didn't retort, but just gave him a pale smile and said, "Even if you regret it, it's too late. Let bygones be bygones. Can you show us around your plane?" At the mention of his plane, Feng Shen nodded with a beaming smile, waved to his beautiful female crew members to take their places, and then, with a gentlemanly air, invited us into the cabin. Mao Xiaoyu raised the camera in her hand and asked, "Can we start filming now?" Seeing Feng Shen nod generously, Mao Xiaoyu slung the camera over her shoulder, and I quietly turned on the recorder in my handbag.

Entering the main cabin, my eyes lit up. The cabin was luxuriously decorated, just as I expected, suiting Feng Shen's taste. There was a bar, a home theater, and several sets of sofas for passengers to relax on. Most striking was a luxurious king-size bed against one wall at the far end of the cabin—the largest bed I'd ever seen.

A small door beside the bed led to the lavatory, and a spiral staircase led up to the cockpit. Most jarringly, a smooth, gleaming silver chrome-molybdenum steel pipe stretched from the floor to the mirrored ceiling.

Feng Shen gestured for us to sit in one of the three single seats on one side of the cabin. The beautiful captain's charming voice came through the loudspeaker: "The plane is beginning takeoff. Ladies, please take your positions." The three flight attendants I'd seen earlier emerged from the service area at the back. They wore black skirts, black stockings, and black high heels, but their scarves, blouses, and flight attendant hats were gone; they were only wearing black bras, their chests bulging. Even the two taller women had prominent breasts. They were definitely padded, I thought to myself.

The tall, short-haired beauty walked straight to the steel pipe, raised one leg high, hooked it, and immediately began to spin. Her body was incredibly flexible, seemingly able to contort itself however she pleased, like a beautiful snake. The shorter beauty walked up to me and fastened my seatbelt. Seeing her up close, I almost cried out. No wonder she looked so familiar; I see her on TV every day. She's Shuang Die, the beautiful news anchor for the eight o'clock drama on Fengyun TV Network, a subsidiary of the Feng Group, and the dream girl of many young and middle-aged men.

However, she always appears poised and elegant on television, like a lady from a wealthy family; it's hard to imagine her dressed like this, serving others. Then Shuang Die knelt down in front of Mao Xiaoyu and helped him fasten his seatbelt. Mao Xiaoyu moved, clearly recognizing her as well. I stared at him with wide eyes, and Mao Xiaoyu didn't disappoint me, steadily filming with the camera.

Having recognized Shuangdie before, I carefully examined the pole dancer and immediately recognized her as the actress who played the Green Snake in the recently popular TV series. Feng Shen has been active in the film and television industry for the past two years, producing several hit films and making many stars famous, including this Green Snake. Looking at the tall, long-haired woman serving Feng Shen, she was also easy to recognize—the supermodel An Hong, whose advertisements are plastered all over the streets.

A buzzing sound filled my ears, my eardrums bulged; the plane had taken off and was climbing. The Green Snake was still writhing violently on the pole. I turned to look at Mao Xiaoyu and noticed that his camera wasn't pointed at the snake woman performing the erotic dance. Following his camera lens to the side, I could hardly believe my eyes. Feng Shen was leaning back in his seat, legs straight, body stretched out, eyes half-closed, pants pulled down to his ankles, and An Hong was kneeling between his legs, giving him a blowjob.

An Hong's lips tightly enveloped Feng Shen's penis, her head bobbing up and down, her beautiful long hair swaying in the air. After skillfully manipulating it for a while, she stopped, gently releasing the penis, sticking out her tongue to lick the tip, then putting it back into her mouth, her cheeks tightening, clearly sucking hard.

After a while, she released it again, slowly manipulating it up and down. Feng Shen groaned comfortably, then suddenly grabbed An Hong's head with both hands and pressed it inside her mouth. An Hong opened her mouth wide, struggling to take Feng Shen's entire penis inside until her lips touched his scrotum. An Hong made a hoarse sound, saliva dribbling down her open mouth. Feng Shen showed no mercy, grabbing An Hong's head and shaking it back and forth, while simultaneously thrusting his hips forcefully, pumping violently in and out of An Hong's mouth. After a while, Feng Shen suddenly roared, his body trembling uncontrollably, and he thrust even more frantically into the depths of An Hong's throat. The saliva flowing from An Hong's mouth was no longer glistening, but a thick, white liquid. After the passion subsided, Feng Shen slumped comfortably in his chair. An Hong swallowed the semen in her mouth and stuck out her tongue to lick Feng Shen's penis, cleaning away the remaining fluid.

At that moment, I felt the buzzing in my ears stop, the plane had finished its climb, and entered a stable flight. An Hong went out, and Shuang Die came in with a basin of hot water and a towel. She washed Feng Shen's lower body clean, then helped him put on his pants and zipped them up.

I glanced back at Mao Xiaoyu; his camera lens was still pointed at Feng Shen, but he clearly sensed the question mark in my eyes and immediately gave me an OK sign. The formal interview hadn't even started yet, but the footage captured was already impressive enough, enough to make the trip worthwhile.

Feng Shen, dressed neatly, turned to me and said, "Reporter Nana, weren't you going to interview me? We can begin now." "

Okay, first of all, thank you, Mr. Feng, for accepting our exclusive interview with Color City TV, and thank you for your hospitality along the way," I nodded, mentally reorganizing the questions I wanted to ask as I spoke. The start of this journey was astonishing and unique enough that the pre-planned interview outline was no longer relevant. "Your private jet has truly opened my eyes. Not only are the hardware facilities top-notch, but the service is also exceptional.

"

"Nana, you have excellent taste," Feng Shen boasted shamelessly. "This plane is just an ordinary Boeing airliner, and the interior decoration isn't particularly outstanding. Fortunately, it has one outstanding feature: the service level of the crew. This is what I'm most proud of and satisfied with. These crew members were handpicked by me from countless candidates. After rigorous selection, they underwent strict training before becoming members of this crew. Their job is to ensure that all passengers—that is, me and my invited guests—have a comfortable, pleasant, and unforgettable journey. You may have already noticed that they are also excellent in other areas, but that's just their side job. Their primary profession is as my flight attendants, and their main job is to serve me." "Serve you? Does that include sexual services?" "

Of course." "Feng Shen said, patting Shuangdie, who was kneeling obediently at his feet, and pointing to the green snake still writhing on the steel pipe. Shuangdie agreed, turned around, and crawled towards the steel pipe on all fours. Her short skirt had been completely pulled down to her waist, and her round, high buttocks were completely naked except for the thin straps of her panties. They twisted exaggeratedly in the air with the rhythm of her crawling, dazzlingly white under the indoor lights.

After crawling to the edge of the steel pipe, Shuangdie stuck out her tongue and licked from the bottom of the pipe upwards. Then she stood up, clamped her legs tightly around the steel pipe, and cupped her large breasts with her hands to wrap around the steel pipe. The green snake hugged her from behind, and the two of them were pressed tightly together, wriggling up and down. Mao Xiaoyu quickly pointed the camera at them, filmed for a while, then suddenly remembered that an interview was taking place, and turned the camera back. After a while, he seemed unable to resist the temptation of the steel pipe and moved the camera back again. In the back-and-forth of choosing, even with Mao Xiaoyu's rich experience, she still ended up in a flustered state.

"Let me tell you a little sex trick," Feng Shen continued, "When an airplane takes off, the passengers' bodies are in a state of g-force, and blood rushes downwards due to gravity. Having sex at this time makes for a more complete erection and more pleasure than usual. So every time we take off, my flight attendants give me blowjobs, and the pilot controls the pace of the climb until I'm satisfied before the flight stabilizes. An Hong gave me a really good blowjob just now; her skills are amazing. My flight attendants each have their own specialties. Besides An Hong, Qing She's dance is the best, Shuang Die is the most gentle and considerate, and among those who aren't on duty today, Dayan's breasts are the softest, Sui Yu's moans are the most beautiful, Yan'er's circles are the best—yes, RimJob—and the newly recruited flight attendant Gu Rengui, the young man who played Tong Guan in the Lunar New Year blockbuster 'The Legend of Chuan Yun Pu,' his anus is the tightest; I'm very satisfied." As

I listened to him, I was constantly calculating in my mind. The video Mao Xiaoyu filmed definitely couldn't be publicly broadcast; to break the news, I'd have to rely on the interviews now. This was a perfect opportunity. If I went along with Feng Shen's words and pressed him for details to confirm the identities of the celebrities who provided him with sexual services, it would be an explosive report. However, the impact this would have on these celebrities was predictable. Feng Shen was a bastard; he wouldn't care. But should I ruin their equally hard-won careers for my own sake?

"Obviously, you've had physical relationships with many women in your crew," I finally decided to change the subject. "So, have you developed feelings for any of them? Do you love any of them?" "They're just employees I hire," Feng Shen waved his hand dismissively. "I enjoy their services, give them money or provide them with the opportunities they need—a fair trade." Then, seemingly realizing his mistake, he added, "Of course, my personal charm is also a significant factor in their willingness to serve me, hehe." "

So, have you ever truly loved anyone?"

To my surprise, this seemingly mundane question seemed to have knocked down the usually indifferent Feng Shao. He looked somewhat agitated, and after a long pause, he said with difficulty, "Yes. I once deeply loved someone." "

Who was it? Can you tell me your story?" Of course, I couldn't miss this unexpected surprise.

"Someone you know, our college classmate," Feng Shen quickly regained his composure and said calmly,

"Zuo Jiaojiao."

Her? I was somewhat surprised. In school, Zuo Jiaojiao was the most beautiful girl in our class, with disproportionately long, devastatingly beautiful legs. Besides her long legs, what we envied most about her was her intelligence. When news broke that she was dating Feng Shen, the rich playboy in our class, the boys lamented, "A beautiful flower has been wasted on a pile of dung," and "Good cabbage has been eaten by a pig." We girls, however, felt sorry for her, thinking she shouldn't be the kind of shallow girl who could be won over with money. Their subsequent development left us sighing with regret. Feng Shen pursued Zuo Jiaojiao only to satisfy his vanity of conquering beautiful women; he didn't truly love her. During university, Feng Shen was frequently involved in philandering scandals, while Zuo Jiaojiao often came to class wearing heavy makeup, yet she couldn't hide the bruises on her face. They maintained this relationship until graduation. Later, I learned of their breakup from a tabloid.

"How did you two break up?" I asked. Feng Shen had no reason to lie to me, and should have known he couldn't, yet he said he genuinely loved Zuo Jiaojiao, which piqued my curiosity.

"She dumped me and ran off with an older man who's richer than me. Humph, don't let me find out who that guy is."

Feng Shen seemed agitated, waving behind him. A moment later, An Hong appeared beside him, kissed him on the cheek, sat on his lap, and handed him a glass of Scotch whisky. Feng Shen downed the whisky in one gulp, threw the glass aside, roughly pressed An Hong down, ripped open her black lace bra, and pinched her pink nipples hard, as if the woman in front of him was the one who had abandoned him, Zuo Jiaojiao.

"That bitch, she broke my heart," Feng Shen said viciously. "

It should have been like this," I thought to myself. However, I still couldn't believe that Feng Shen was the victim in this relationship. Just as I was about to ask more questions, Feng Shen refused to elaborate. He suddenly stood up, and An Hong, sitting on his lap, was caught off guard and fell to the ground. Feng Shen reached out and grabbed An Hong's long hair, dragged her quickly to the bed, and shoved her onto it.

"I don't want to waste any more words," Feng Shen said, turning to me. "I didn't bring you here for idle chatter. The moment I saw you, I started imagining what it would feel like to shove my big cock into your little mouth." He slapped the bed loudly as he spoke. "Stop sitting there rambling on and on, come here, I'm going to do you right here and now, to make up for my regrets from college."

My mind was a mess, I didn't know what to do, and involuntarily turned to look at Mao Xiaoyu. Mao Xiaoyu's usually steady hands were trembling violently, his arm muscles bulging, and he exuded a fierce aura, what's commonly known as "turtle aura." He seemed to be using all his strength to restrain himself. I suddenly felt a little scared, afraid that Mao Xiaoyu might lose control and rush forward. I had just seen Mao Xiaoyu's physique; his muscles were incredibly strong. He often boasted that he had been a reconnaissance soldier, and that even eight of Feng Shen's small frame wouldn't be enough for him to handle. What if he accidentally killed

Feng Shen? "Stop dawdling, Nana, what are you thinking about?" Feng Shen, unaware that his life hung in the balance, said smugly, "You think I really think you're a good reporter, which is why I invited you for an interview? Who do you think you are, Barbara Waters or Diana Sawyer? Do you think we're still in college? You think you can just stand me up without paying any price?" "Do you want to be a news anchor? Do you want to be a top reporter? If so, then kneel here obediently, suck my dick." "I really don't know what I was thinking," I couldn't hold back any longer and started to retort, "I thought you'd be different from before. Maybe you'd grown up, maybe you'd become more mature, maybe you'd started thinking with your brain instead of your genitals, but I was wrong, completely wrong. You're still the same you.

A pathetic, self-absorbed, narcissistic, and insecure wretch." The words had barely left my mouth when I regretted them, blaming myself for being too willful and unprofessional, for offending someone I shouldn't have. But my mouth continued, following the flow: "You think you're something special just because you've slept with many female celebrities? You know yourself that they don't value you as a person, but rather your money and power—oh, your father's money and power. You take pleasure in conquering women, but the more women you conquer, the more you realize that once you leave your father, you're nothing." So the more insecure and withdrawn you become, the more you want to find more women and desperately torment them to vent your inferiority complex. You're trapped in this vicious cycle and can't escape it."

Feng Shen laughed heartily, as if he'd heard something amusing. However, his composure wasn't enough; he couldn't control his anger, grabbed An Hong, who was naked from the waist up, ripped off her underwear, and threw her back onto the bed.

"Nana, I didn't expect that even after so many years since graduating from university, you're still so naive." Feng Shen caught his breath and said with a contemptuous expression, "Even if I'm as worthless as you say, even if I'm a bastard rich kid, so what? I can travel the world in a private jet, surrounded by beautiful women. And you? You're still struggling for a small TV anchor position. I advise you to be more realistic; this is a realistic world. If you're with me, I can get you everything you want; with that big, dumb guy beside you, you'll only suffer for the rest of your life. I think it's not that I need to grow up, but that you need to grow up. How childish." "Saying that, he snapped his fingers at the two women by the steel pipe, beckoning them to get on the bed. Then he turned to me and said, 'Think it over slowly. Once you've figured it out, take off your clothes

and climb on top of me. I won't treat you badly. Look how popular An Hong and Shuang Die are now; you can do the same.' I snorted and looked back at the big, clumsy guy beside me. He had calmed down and was filming non-stop with his camera. He was really heartless. I sighed inwardly. If it weren't for him, if Feng Shen wasn't so arrogant and repulsive, I might not have been able to control myself.

Feng Shen ignored me, jumped onto the bed, and raised his hands. The three women surrounded him. An Hong and Qing She helped him remove his shirt one after the other, while Shuang Die knelt down and took off his pants. They worked together perfectly. 'Girls, what kind of tricks should we play today?' Feng Shen asked, as if he were both asking a question and giving an order." Like a well-trained little pet, An Hong immediately crawled to the center of the large bed, lying face up with her legs raised high, spread apart in a V-shape. Her clothes had already been stripped off by Feng Shen, her body completely exposed to everyone's eyes.

Feng Shen snapped his fingers, and Shuang Die lay down in front of him, her snow-white buttocks raised high. Feng Shen pulled down her panties, leaving ten finger marks on her pink buttocks with two slapping sounds. Shuang Die let out a coquettish cry, crawled forward a few steps, and reached An Hong, placing An Hong's legs on her shoulders and burying her face between An Hong's legs.

An Hong let out a long, alluring moan. Shuang Die raised her hands and grasped An Hong's breasts, kneading them and flicking her increasingly erect nipples with her fingers. Feng Shen held his already erect penis, dragging it back and forth on Shuang Die's plump buttocks, and then nodded towards the Green Snake, who had not yet joined the fray. Green Snake took off her lace panties and unhooked her bra, then straddled An Hong's face. An Hong licked Green Snake's genitals with her tongue, and Green Snake's body writhed in an incredible way, her lace bra hanging loosely on her chest, the two red nipples on her breasts appearing and disappearing with the swaying of her body.

Feng Shen held his penis and drew a few circles on Shuang Die's mons pubis, then plunged it deep into her honey hole along her parted labia. After a few thrusts, he was attracted by Green Snake's movements, so he changed his mind, pulled away, walked to Green Snake, straightened his back, and stuffed his penis into Green Snake's mouth. Shuang Die crawled a few steps, followed behind him, hugged his thighs, pressed her body close, and put her face between Feng Shen's legs, licking Feng Shen's scrotum and anus with her tongue.

Feng Shen glanced at us smugly, pulled his penis out of Qing She's mouth, and made Qing She bend down to kiss An Hong's private parts, who was lying beneath her. He went behind Qing She, watching with interest as the two women, entwined in a 69 position, cuddled together. A moment later, Qing She's firm, shapely buttocks left An Hong's mouth, swaying in the air, while her upper body remained pressed tightly against Shuang Die, her slender, boneless waist seemingly broken. Feng Shen thrust in, penetrating deep inside, pumping violently. An Hong beneath him raised her head, her tongue lolling out, lingering in just the right spot. With each thrust, Feng Shen's swaying scrotum would glide over her tongue, giving him extra pleasure. Shuang Die moved in front of Feng Shen, straddling Qing She, her lower body rubbing against Qing She's lower back, leaving several glistening marks. Feng Shen buried his head in her breasts, his hands reaching behind her to caress her slender waist and full buttocks. The four of them were entwined, Feng Shen's occasional muffled groans echoing in the air, along with the three women's soft moans rising and falling, their voices varying in pitch.

After a while, Feng Shen seemed to be running out of energy, withdrawing from Qing She's body and kneeling on the bed, panting heavily. Shuang Die sat beside him, gently nestled against him, her small hands tenderly stroking his penis. A beautiful woman dressed as a pilot suddenly appeared, handing Feng Shen a blue drink, which he downed in one gulp. The beautiful pilot, in her high heels, went back up the spiral staircase to the cockpit. Feng Shen let out a long breath, feeling refreshed again. He pushed Shuang Die down, grabbed An Hong, and made them kneel in a row alongside Qing She, their buttocks raised high. He then mounted himself, thrusting three times to the left, three times to the right, and then twirling his spear in the middle, displaying a majestic and powerful presence.

In the midst of the fierce battle, Feng Shen pulled out his weapon, pressed it against An Hong's anus, rubbed it back and forth a few times, and then with a sudden force, forced his glans into An Hong's anus. "Ahhh~~" An Hong let out a scream of pain and pleasure, but the sound stopped abruptly. It turned out that Feng Shen's rear entrance attack was met with fierce resistance, and his glans was pushed out after only half of it went in. Feng Shen secretly glanced at me, then immediately looked away. Shuang Die reacted extremely quickly, immediately bending down and putting Feng Shen's penis into her mouth, sucking it vigorously with both her hands and mouth. An Hong put her hands behind her back and forcefully spread her buttocks apart, and Qing She put her tongue on it, licking noisily, soon making An Hong's anus wet and shiny. Feng Shen came back again, aiming at the open anus and thrusting in hard, then a second time, then a third time. But still… I quickly covered my mouth, afraid I might accidentally laugh out loud, and turned to look at Mao Xiaoyu, the newly-turned-porn photographer, who was having a great time filming.

Shuangdie hugged Feng Shen again, resting her head against his chest, and said breathlessly in a voice that was seductive to the bone: “Darling, I’m going to lose it, I can’t take it anymore, give it to me quickly…” Even as a normal woman without any lesbian tendencies, I still blushed and felt a surge of desire rising in my heart. The other two women also moved closer to Feng Shen, their cheeks flushed, their bodies trembling slightly, and they were panting heavily, looking like they were about to have an orgasm and desperately needed some nourishment. These celebrities’ fame was no accident; they were indeed all masters of acting, I thought to myself in admiration.

Feng Shen's small chest heaved again. He laid the three women down side by side and took turns thrusting into them. After only a few strokes, the three women were all moaning incessantly, their bodies trembling violently, even convulsing, reaching orgasm almost simultaneously. Stimulated by the three women, Feng Shen also let out a long roar, ejaculating profusely and collapsing onto the three women.

At this moment, the captain's voice came over the loudspeaker: "Mr. Feng, please come to the cockpit immediately, there is an emergency." Feng Shen immediately jumped up from the bed and said to me, "My pilots seem to feel neglected and unhappy. I have to go up and appease them quickly. I'm the most fair and impartial person. Nana, you're welcome to join us anytime." After saying that, he went up the spiral staircase, and the three women disappeared behind him, leaving only Mao Xiaoyu and me in the huge cabin.

Mao Xiaoyu put down the camera, went to the bar to pour two glasses of red wine, and put his arm around me to sit down on the sofa under the porthole on the side of the cabin.

"Celebrating the successful interview." Mao Xiaoyu clinked glasses with me.

"Don't be silly, your pornographic film definitely won't be used." I wasn't that optimistic. "Even my interview probably won't pass censorship." "

It's okay," Mao Xiaoyu said, "Whether it can be broadcast or not, at least we got the footage. How the station uses it is their business. We've done something right." "

No wonder you were so enthusiastic about filming even though you knew it couldn't be broadcast. I thought you liked making porn." Suddenly remembering that I still had a score to settle with him, I said, "Hey, let me ask you, your girlfriend was bullied just now, why didn't you say anything?"

"Who bullied whom?" Mao Xiaoyu pulled me into his arms, kissed my hair, and laughed, "I think you were the one bullying him, you scolded him until he was speechless." "The conditions he offered me were very generous, don't you feel threatened? Aren't you afraid I'll run away with him?" "Not worried at all, how could you possibly be interested in him?" "I think he shouldn't inherit the Feng Group's fortune; he should go to America and be the president of Microsoft."

"I bet even a single hair of yours could be harder than his." I chuckled, adding, "He hasn't improved at all; he's still the same as he was in school, even his penis hasn't grown up."

"Heh." Mao Xiaoyu chuckled dryly, taking a sip of his wine.

My fingers traced circles on his broad chest through his clothes. "Do you think he might have installed security cameras here?" I knew Feng Shen wouldn't install cameras in the private jet's cabin, but I asked anyway. "

No, even if he did, it wouldn't matter." Years of tacit understanding had taught Mao Xiaoyu what I meant; his crotch bulged, and his hands began to wander.

"You know what? Red wine is the best aphrodisiac." My fingers traced down his chest, across his hard abdomen, unbuttoned his shirt, unzipped his pants, and released his massive member.

Seeing Mao Xiaoyu impatiently gulp down the rest of his wine, I laughed and said, "You should drink it like this, it'll be even better." I took a sip of red wine, lowered my head, and enveloped Mao Xiaoyu's penis in my lips, slowly swallowing it. My tongue swirled around his shaft, stirring the cool, fiery wine like waves crashing against the pillar. A trickle of wine flowed from the corner of my mouth, running down the thick shaft, its bright red color intertwining with the bulging veins, making the entire massive member appear even more menacing and unrestrained. Mao Xiaoyu half-closed his eyes, moaning with pleasure.

Just as I was worried he would ejaculate so quickly, the captain's voice came over the loudspeaker: "This flight is about to land. Passengers, please fasten your seatbelts." I hesitated for a moment, unsure whether to continue, and involuntarily spat out Mao Xiaoyu's penis.

The captain had barely finished speaking when other voices from the cockpit came through the loudspeaker: "Mmm~ mmm~ oh~ oh~ don't stop~ so good~~ yamete~ ikku~ ikku~~ yeah~ yeah~ fuck meharder~~ oui~ oui~ oh, Xiaoyueyue, you forgot to turn off your microphone~ ah~ clatter." Mao Xiaoyu and I exchanged a smile; it seemed they were busy too and wouldn't have time to pay attention to us.

"I once saw a European porn film," Mao Xiaoyu said, "the story was about astronauts having sex in outer space, simulating sex under weightless conditions, filmed on a free-falling plane." "You really know porn." I squeezed his large penis hard.

"You forgot? I'm a professional photographer; this is called professional learning." "He pinched my breasts hard as revenge," he said. "Before, I was just an observer. Today, I'm the guest photographer. From now on, I'll be the director and lead actor, instructing you on how to film every day." "

Feng Shen said that during takeoff, because of the G-force, blood rushes to the lower body, making it feel especially good," I casually remarked. "Then during landing, does blood rush upwards, causing blood loss down there? Feng Shen would be in trouble then. He's already as small as a toothpick, and if he's anemic..." Before I could finish, Mao Xiaoyu picked me up, turned me over, pressed my face against the porthole, lifted my skirt, pulled down my underwear, and without any further caresses, forcefully thrust into me, his penis reaching deep into my vagina. Although my lower body was already wet from the previous teasing, I was still caught off guard and it hurt a lot from his thrusts. It seems that rudeness is contagious, or perhaps roughness is just a man's nature. I put my hands behind my back and pounded his thighs with my fists to express my dissatisfaction. Unmoved, he continued his relentless exploration, thrusting violently into my body. No man had ever penetrated so deeply before. A subtle pain mingled with a fleeting pleasure, accompanied by a sense of dread. The thought of his enormous size filled me with the fear that he might pierce my body. Mao Xiaoyu's glans reached the deepest part of my vagina, unable to advance any further. He changed tactics, slowly withdrawing his entire member before charging in again, converting potential energy into kinetic energy, and with immense momentum, plunging deep inside.

His violent impact slammed my body against the bulkhead, my nose hitting the porthole—it hurt terribly. I didn't even have time to retaliate; I braced myself against the bulkhead to maintain my balance. Mao Xiaoyu withdrew completely again, then plunged in once more, thrusting deeply again and again. Even his scrotum, swinging freely in mid-air, slapped against my thighs with a crackling sound, leaving red welts. I shifted uncomfortably a few times, and Mao Xiaoyu finally stopped his long thrusts. His penis, now deep inside, moved slowly, his body leaning against my back, his arms wrapped around my upper body, his hands kneading my breasts.

The plane descended rapidly; my eardrums bulged, my heart felt like it was going to jump out of my throat—landing is usually the most uncomfortable part of flying. But this time was different. My face was pressed against the window, and before me were white clouds, a blue sky in the distance, and below, the verdant ground. I felt as if I were flying. My heart, which had felt empty before, now felt supported by Mao Xiaoyu's erect penis inside me, making me feel incredibly full. The discomfort of the descent had completely transformed into pleasure; I felt a surge of energy throughout my body and climaxed without restraint.

I don't know how much time passed before I awoke from my climax and found that Mao Xiaoyu's massive penis had already left. He was still unsatisfied, rubbing against my thighs. Suddenly, the head of his penis pressed against the entrance of my anus. I felt a tremendous force there, and I was startled. I quickly pulled away and turned around, scolding, "Are you trying to make me unable to walk? We're not at home now." Mao Xiaoyu didn't answer, his eyes were bloodshot, and he looked at me with heavy breathing. Looking at him like this, I felt a little scared, and even more reluctant. I cupped his hot penis in my hands and stroked it, timidly saying, "How about I let you ejaculate in my mouth?" Mao Xiaoyu nodded, panting heavily. I obediently put his penis into my mouth. It felt much thicker and larger than before. I had to open my mouth wide to accommodate it. It took all my strength to get about a third of it in, and the part outside was so big that I had to use both hands to hold it. I sucked on it and stroked it with my hands. Before long, the dragon trembled, the earth shook, and a volcano erupted. White lava gushed out, rushing into my throat. I didn't even need to swallow it; it went straight into my stomach. The force and penetrating power were so great that I secretly rejoiced that I had caught it all with my mouth. If it had shot out, it might have punched several holes in the cabin, and then it would have truly become a masturbation session.

After the passion subsided, Mao Xiaoyu's eyes regained their clarity. He tenderly stroked my hair, lowered his head to kiss my eyes and nose, and then licked away the remaining semen that had spilled from the corner of my mouth before putting it into my mouth. I tasted it; it was slippery, sweet but not cloying, and tasted really good, but unfortunately there were only a few drops. I couldn't help but regret swallowing so much without tasting it, like Pigsy eating ginseng fruit.

The plane landed smoothly and taxied on the runway for a while before coming to a stop. Mao Xiaoyu and I slipped into the back restroom to wash up briefly, and soon after returning to the cabin, the impeccably dressed Feng Shen disembarked, surrounded by the beautiful female crew.

"We've arrived at our destination," Feng Shen said. "I hope you two had a pleasant journey." "Yes, thank you, Mr. Feng," I said in a businesslike tone. "Before this visit concludes, I would like to confirm the authorization terms with you." "Although there's a signed authorization letter in Director Hua's office at headquarters, it's customary to reiterate before the interview ends, even if it's an interview cut short halfway through. Do you understand that the ownership of the audio, video, and written materials recorded during this interview belongs to Color City Television? Color City Television has the right to edit, produce, and broadcast the materials, as well as..." "I understand all of that, you don't need to say more," Feng Shen interrupted me before I could finish. "I'm afraid there are some things you don't understand. Do you know who the biggest shareholder behind your television station is? That's right, it's our Feng Group. In other words, in a few hours, the entire television station will be my property. I suppose you also understand that the ownership of what you filmed doesn't belong to you, but to the television station, which means it belongs to me. Without my permission, not a single word or image is allowed to be leaked, or you'll be going to jail. But Nana, I'd be happy to watch it with you privately." Feng Shen paused for a moment, enjoying the surprised expressions on our faces, and then said, "Nana, didn't you want to be the evening news anchor?" "It's a small matter. If I wanted to, you could be the station manager, let alone an anchor. Don't miss out." He took the sunglasses hanging from his jacket pocket, casually fiddled with them for a few moments, and then said, "My agreement with the TV station is that this interview will continue until the will is read, so we'll meet at the lawyer's office later if you're still interested in continuing. As for the return trip, Reporter Mao," he said, mentioning Mao Xiaoyu, but his eyes were fixed on me, and he said fiercely, "you don't need to come along. And if I were you, I'd go home and work on my resume, preparing to find another job. Besides, I can assure you, if I say so, you won't find a job in the media industry." He took a breath and changed to a wolfish tone, saying to me, "Haha, I was just joking with Reporter Mao. Actually, I'm a very amiable and easy-going person. Nana, my private jet is always ready for you, and I've even prepared your flight attendant uniform." After saying that, he put on his sunglasses, stepped out of the plane, and drove off.

Mao Xiaoyu and I got off the plane dejectedly, followed the crowd out of the airport, and got into a taxi. The music inside was blasting loudly—a popular rap song, but the lyrics had been changed to "Cut cake nao~ Cut cake nao~".

Annoyed by the loud music, I irritably told the driver to turn it off. The driver glanced back at the camera in Mao Xiaoyu's hand, muttered "So what if you're a reporter," and turned the volume down, ensuring it wouldn't interfere with our conversation while also making sure no one in the back seat could hear us.

"I didn't expect the title of 'reporter' to be so convincing," Mao Xiaoyu joked. "

Too bad I won't be able to do it for long," I said sullenly.

Mao Xiaoyu couldn't think of anything to comfort me for a moment, remained silent for a while, then patted the camera and said, "I didn't expect this bastard to have this trick up his sleeve. All that filming today was for nothing." "

How could he take photos for free? He's having you, a photography master, take photos for his personal collection of erotic art," I said, getting angrier the more I thought about it. "This guy used to be just vulgar, but now he's become even more despicable, using his job to threaten me. It's ridiculous. I'm not afraid of him at all."

Though I said I wasn't afraid, I was actually quite scared. With the Feng family's wealth and power, they had countless ways to deal with a small-time reporter like me with no connections. Mao Xiaoyu didn't say anything either. The car was silent, a terrible silence. I couldn't bear it any longer and buried my face in Mao Xiaoyu's arms, sobbing, "Mao Mao, what should I do? I don't know what to do."

"It's okay, don't worry too much. Feng Shen isn't powerful enough to control everything," Mao Xiaoyu comforted me. "The worst outcome is that he'll stop being a reporter. How about we go to Saturn Village together?" What could I do there? Could I become his secretary? I shook my head inwardly, but I couldn't say it aloud, so I forced a smile and said, "Then we'd be colleagues again, wouldn't we? Have you forgotten my principles? Life should be separate from feelings. By the way, Feng Shen threatened to fire you, little did he know you'd already fired him before that, hahaha."

Mao Xiaoyu didn't laugh with me; he stared at me blankly, as if pondering some important question. After a long while, he suddenly said, "Nana, I've made up my mind. I'm not going to Saturn Village." "What did you say?" I asked, confused.

"I want to be with you." He looked resolute. "It doesn't matter if the TV station doesn't hire you; we can do it ourselves. We can be independent producers, co-directors, you host and I'll be the cinematographer. Feng Da was able to build such a huge business from scratch; we can too."

"Are you... are you sure?" Happiness came so suddenly; I couldn't quite believe it.

"Absolutely, definitely, and without a doubt." He finished speaking and kissed me on the lips.

At that moment, I felt like the happiest woman in the world. After graduating from university, I've been struggling alone in the workplace, too afraid to even think about relationships for the sake of my career. It's exhausting. Now, I realize how wonderful it feels to have a broad, strong shoulder to lean on.

"But then we'll be colleagues again, so you can't keep our relationship purely professional,

" Mao Xiaoyu joked.

"I love you, Mao Mao," I said earnestly. "Our relationship can withstand the test of time. Our professional relationship built on this love is like a structure built on the hardest diamond in the world; we don't have to worry about anything changing."

Leaning against Mao Xiaoyu, I felt like a small boat anchored in a tranquil harbor, an indescribable peace and security.

I slowly closed my eyes, pouted, and in an instant, I felt a strong masculine aura wash over me, quickly sealing my lips. I wished time could stop at that moment, turning that instant into eternity.

Just like in all classic romantic movies, the long kiss in the back seat of a taxi is always interrupted by the taxi driver. "Excuse me, sir/madam," the taxi driver asked cautiously.

"We're almost in the city center. Where are you headed?" We were originally going to the law firm, but was it still necessary? I looked up at Mao Xiaoyu and asked, "Yeah, where are we going? Just to the revolving restaurant? You said you made a reservation." "Let's go to the law firm," Mao Xiaoyu said. "Let's finish this interview." "

Okay, I'll do as you say." I leaned over and told the driver, "To Forest Law Firm. Do you know where it is? I have the address." "

No need, no need. The most famous lawyer in the city, how could I not know?" the driver said repeatedly. Hearing that we were going to see a top lawyer, he seemed even more wary and added, "Please don't be angry, I didn't mean to bother you. I was just worried that if we took the wrong route and the meter jumped a few times, you might report me on TV, and I couldn't handle that. Please continue..." "Continue what? How can you talk like that?" I was amused by the driver and felt a little guilty for my earlier harsh words. "Please don't mind my attitude. What's your surname, sir?" "No, no, my surname is Shen," the driver replied. "

Oh, you're Shen (a homophone for 'sexual spirit')." I was in a great mood and deliberately teased him with a pun.

"Um, my surname is Shen." The driver, not understanding my joke, launched into a long explanation. "My parents gave me this name. To be honest, I'm not very successful, I haven't brought them any honor, so let's not talk about it. But I have a very cool online name: 'Going out with a knife, but not a girl.'"

"That's really cool and stylish, sir, you're quite clever." "

Not at all, it's not a very safe job for us. We have to carry a knife for self-defense. We work from dawn till dusk and don't earn much money. Nobody looks at us, and we don't have any girls to take with us. So, it's called 'Going out with a knife, but not a girl.'" "Haha, sir, you're so funny." I laughed heartily. "Yes, whether it's 'Shen' or 'Going out with a knife, but not a girl,' it's a good name, impressive."

We chatted idly about all sorts of things, and before we knew it, we arrived at a quaint Victorian Gothic building in the bustling Jiangbin area—this was the Forest Law Firm. Like Feng Da, Attorney Forest was a legendary figure who rose from humble beginnings. Legend has it that the two were best friends in their youth. When Feng Da was writing his serialized novel, Forest was responsible for proofreading it. Feng Da wrote quickly, but Forest proofread even faster. Not only was he fast, but his proofreading was also of high quality; he was known as a master at finding errors, meticulously identifying not only logical flaws but also any typos, broken sentences, or punctuation mistakes. He would even point out if an ellipsis had five or seven dots. After obtaining his law license, his rigorous, meticulous work style, coupled with his keen ability to spot errors, made him invincible in the legal profession, and his reputation soared like a rocket. Although they lived in different cities, their friendship remained steadfast.

Forest was Feng Da's most trusted friend, so despite being thousands of miles apart, he still entrusted him with being the executor of his will.

Mao Xiaoyu and I got out of the taxi and entered the firm's main entrance. We saw Feng Shen pacing impatiently in the reception hall. He had changed into all black—black clothes, black pants, and black shoes—but was still wearing his Louis Vuitton sunglasses. Two security guards stopped us, but before they could speak, Feng Shen shouted, "Those two are reporters I called. Let them in!" The guards ignored him, checked our credentials, and made a phone call to the office inside before finally letting us in. Feng Shen glared at the guards, clearly displeased.

He wasn't upset because we were being treated poorly, but because his words hadn't been taken seriously. However, he could only vent his anger with a few glares; Attorney Senlin was his father's senior, and even he didn't dare to be too disrespectful here.

Several people sat in small groups in the hall. A few, dressed in mourning clothes like Feng Shen, were clearly relatives of Feng Da, there to hear the will, but none of them spoke to him. The rest, like us, were reporters carrying microphones and cameras.

After a short wait, the conference room door opened, and a staff member dressed as a secretary invited everyone inside. Feng Shen went in first, and Mao Xiaoyu and I mingled with the reporters as we entered the conference room. The conference room wasn't very large, and the decorations were simple, with a long table at the top and several rows of benches below. Behind the long table stood a middle-aged man who looked to be in his fifties, exuding an air of importance, shaking hands and exchanging pleasantries with Feng Shen, then gesturing for him to sit to his right. Needless to say, this man must be Attorney Senlin. To Senlin's left sat a young woman dressed in black, her face veiled, obscuring her features. Although she was sitting behind the long table, she couldn't hide her disproportionately long legs. Could it be her? What was she doing here? My professional instincts told me that something unusual might happen today. My heart pounded, and I pulled Mao Xiaoyu to the front row, telling him to focus the cameras on this mysterious woman in black.

Once everyone was seated, the conference room fell silent. The forest lawyer turned to the woman in black and said something, seemingly asking if they should begin reading the will now. The woman in black nodded. It was her, it really was her! Now I recognized her clearly—Zuo Jiaojiao, it really was Zuo Jiaojiao, my college classmate with Feng Shen, the woman Feng Shen claimed to have once loved.

The forest lawyer began reading the will, and I shifted my gaze to Feng Shen on my right. He was ashen-faced, listening intently with a tense expression. "She dumped me and ran off with an old man who's richer than me." Feng Shen's words on the plane suddenly echoed in my ears, and in that instant, I understood everything. Coming today was the right decision; I had indeed caught a bombshell. My interview, my dream of becoming a news anchor, my profession—everything came back to life.

"...I hereby bequeath all my property to Ms. Zuo Jiaojiao." The forest lawyer's voice wasn't loud, but it was like dropping a bomb in the conference room. Mao Xiaoyu pointed the camera lens at Feng Shen, and I growled excitedly, "Quick, quick, close-up!"

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