[Urban] Love's Nature (Complete) - 22-24

Chapter 58: Director Feng's Counterattack

It was the height of summer, and Ning Zhufu seemed to be caught in a turbulent time. The philanderers, lusting after his wife's beauty, were starting to stir, and Xiao Yanzi was probably already in the clutches of villains, her whereabouts unknown. At this time, Miss Qiu mysteriously appeared out of nowhere again.

So many women, some close and some distant, and so many things happening one after another, were putting a serious strain on Ning Zhufu's thin shoulders.

As the saying goes, three women make a drama, and this was getting lively.

I drove towards the coffee shop Zhou Tingting had arranged to meet, completely baffled. Why would Miss Qiu send such a trivial letter at this time? What was she up to? To be

honest, excluding my time as a judge at the model competition, I'd only met Miss Qiu once—when Boss Qiu invited me to persuade Zhou Tingting to reunite with her father.

After that, I didn't inquire too much about it. I don't know if the father and daughter have recognized each other yet, or if they have, how they get along. It's said that even conflict can be resolved peacefully, and there was no conflict between them to begin with; only invincible kinship and unbreakable blood ties. Boss Qiu was wrong to abandon his wife and children, but later, he went to such great lengths to organize a grand model competition for Zhou Tingting, which was incredibly moving, truly portraying a father's love as vast as a mountain.

Driving a motor vehicle while simultaneously pondering so many questions, like Ning Zhufu, is actually very unsafe. At this moment, Ning Zhufu couldn't care less. His logic was: what kind of thinker doesn't think?

Better to die than not think.

But along the way, Ning Zhufu still couldn't figure out why Zhou Tingting was in such a hurry to find him.

A little while later, following Zhou Tingting's directions, I found her in a booth by the window in a coffee shop. "

Damn, Miss Zhou is wearing sunglasses too. Is this some kind of summer sunglasses craze? In the dead of night, you don't need to be all dressed up to deliver a letter. Does she think she's doing some kind of underground operation?"

"Hehe, Zhou, oh no, no,"

I said hastily as soon as I sat down, wanting to greet her, but then I realized I didn't know how to address her. "Miss Qiu, how have you been?"

"Don't call me that, call me Tingting."

Zhou Tingting was very quick with her words. She spoke bluntly, and her brows held a similar arrogance to her father's.

Speaking of the model competition, from a professional standpoint, Zhou Tingting's performance as champion wasn't as outstanding as Luo Xiaoyan's, but that didn't deny that Tingting lived up to her name; she was graceful and undeniably beautiful. Although she had a similar slender, almost ethereal quality to Luo Xiaoyan, Zhou Tingting was a bit more voluptuous. Although I've never met Tingting's mother, this girl clearly inherited all of her father's best features. With big eyes, a delicate mouth, and a pointed nose, she inherited her father's tall stature. I doubt her mother is short either.

Now, Ning, the cook, is in trouble, because having coffee face-to-face with her means I'll have to look up at this young woman like I did with Luo Xiaoyan. It's never a good thing for a man to constantly look up at young women. As soon as

I sat down, a strong, almost indistinguishable, perfume wafted over from across the table. Zhou Tingting was wearing some makeup; her lipstick and eyeshadow were perfectly balanced. She wore a strapless dress, and glimpses of her fair skin and breasts, bathed in the warm glow of the coffee shop's lights, were visible through the thin fabric, creating a captivating interplay of light and shadow and highlighting her well-proportioned figure. This wasn't like Luo Xiaoyan's always refined beauty, a serene and understated elegance.

What I saw before me seemed like a vibrant summer flower, a wild and untamed beauty.

"Hehe,"

I chuckled, taking a closer look. It turned out she wasn't wearing sunglasses, but proper glasses. This pretty girl, with a touch of wildness, suddenly gained a unique, alienating beauty when she wore glasses. To be honest, I have a soft spot for girls with glasses—to be a little lewd—when I watch porn, the female lead always gets a strange kind of excitement from me when she wears glasses.

Sure enough, when I saw Tingting wearing glasses to deliver this message, my feelings for her instantly surged.

"So urgent, what brings you here? Oh, first tell me how things are with your dad? You've made up, right? Actually, your dad is quite a chivalrous and righteous man. They say even tough guys have tender hearts, and he's very devoted to his children. Your dad hasn't had it easy either. Not everyone can achieve what he has today through hard work. The grudges between your parents are a thing of the past. Daughters are always the apple of their father's eye. A father's love is as solid as a mountain. Your dad's heroic search for his daughter has immediately given me the urge to be the father of a beautiful girl like Tingting." As usual,

Ning's tendency to chatter uncontrollably in front of pretty girls was fully exposed. Before she could even say a few words, Ning's machine gun had already swept across the Pacific Ocean. At the end, he even glanced at her glasses: "Hehehe, Tingting looks really good in glasses, huh? When did you start wearing glasses?"

"Mr. Nan is still as talkative as ever. I'll answer your questions one by one, see if I've missed anything. I guess I've officially recognized Boss Qiu. But even though I've allowed him to call me 'daughter,' I still call him Boss Qiu."

Well, judging from this, this Tingting isn't someone to be trifled with.

"I've always been nearsighted and wear glasses. I usually wear contact lenses for performances. Oh, I was wearing contact lenses when I saw you last time. You probably didn't notice. But wearing them for too long is uncomfortable, so I don't wear glasses for looks."

Tingting continued.

"Also, I don't know why you always sing Boss Qiu's praises, but behind his back..."

Zhou Tingting hesitated.

"What's behind Boss Qiu's back?"

Tingting's words startled me slightly. Could this sentence hide something... ominous? Could it be related to the messy letter tonight?

Zhou Tingting sighed, paused, and then took a sip of coffee. "Alright, I didn't call you in such a hurry just to have a cup of coffee. I have a question for you."

"Yes, what is it?"

"Do you have some kind of grudge against someone surnamed Feng?"

Zhou Tingting stared at me with her large, beautiful eyes, her dark pupils bright and sparkling, looking very talkative.

"Huh?"

I opened my mouth, speechless for a long time. So it had something to do with this guy surnamed Feng? "

You… how did you know?"

"How I know is none of your concern. Whether it's true or not?"

Damn it, that's not even a grudge anymore. If Huang Shiren was eyeing Yang Bailao's daughter, Xi'er, that's not a grudge,

that's hatred.

Only now did I truly realize the seriousness of the matter Zhou Tingting had brought up. But this guy surnamed Feng and Zhou Tingting had absolutely nothing to do with each other. How could Zhou Tingting mention him? "

Yes, that's right!"

I answered decisively, my eyes blazing with hatred. Of course, the image of that pig-headed guy surnamed Feng being cornered and scolded by me in the office also flashed through my mind.

"Why did you provoke him?"

Zhou Tingting sighed softly. "I heard he's quite powerful in the city, a bank manager, with connections in both the legitimate and underworld circles."

"Damn it," I thought, "

I can't be soft on a woman's words, not just my genitals." Hearing this, I immediately got a little angry: "Get this straight, he's the one who provoked me! I've also heard he has some connections, but I don't care about his connections in the legitimate and underworld circles. I'm not stupid, I'm not afraid of him!"

I had just put on an eye patch and cape, dressed up as Batman, and gone to that person's office to yell at that pig. At this point, I was afraid of him. I was either a coward or a coward.

"Sigh,"

Zhou Tingting continued to sigh, looking at me like Don Quixote was going to fight a windmill, as if to say, how could you possibly beat him?

"What's wrong?"

I suddenly snapped out of my daze. Tingting had just mentioned her father, and then she mentioned connections in both the legal and illegal worlds... Damn, I suddenly felt a cold sweat break out on my scalp. "Could it be?" "

I don't know if I should tell you, but I can't rest easy if I don't. I'm calling you in such a hurry just to tell you to be careful when you're out and about these days." "What's going on?" I recognized that "be careful when you're out and about"—that's standard gangster threatening language. "What exactly happened? You just said something about Boss Qiu being behind it all? How is this related to your father?" "Yes," Zhou Tingting lowered her head and remained silent for a while, looking at me with a rather tragic expression. "Today I went to see Boss Qiu, and before I went inside, I overheard Dao Ba talking to him. Because Dao Ba mentioned your name, I eavesdropped outside the door for a bit. I didn't hear very clearly, but I got the gist of it. A guy surnamed Feng wanted Boss Qiu to have someone teach you a lesson." Damn! This world is really small. How did this guy surnamed Feng actually get involved with Boss Qiu? "How does this guy surnamed Feng know your dad? He wants your dad to teach me a lesson? Doesn't he even know what kind of relationship I have with your dad?" I said, trying to sound tough, but I was actually starting to have second thoughts. "It's hard to say. I've heard my mom talk about Boss Qiu's history of fighting and killing. Do you think he's a good person? Besides, this matter concerns Boss Qiu's vital interests." Zhou Tingting finished with a sigh, her eyes showing a hint of sympathy for my father. "What? What interests?" My voice started to waver. "Later, I asked Dao Ba for details. He told me that the guy surnamed Feng said if Boss Qiu doesn't handle this matter well, their new project's loan is out of the question. I know Boss Qiu has a big new project that urgently needs a loan." Zhou Tingting said seriously, not at all like she was making up a story. The world is flat, like a big net, and everyone is a point on this net that is interconnected. In that sense, the logical chain between Bank Manager Feng and Boss Qiu makes sense. I calmed down. "Why did Daoba tell you all this?" "I had my own way. I forced him to ask, posing as Boss Qiu's daughter. He didn't dare refuse." "Then," I paused, then asked, "why did you tell me? You knew that doing this might be detrimental to your father." "Hmm, that's a good question." Zhou Tingting smiled. "I know you refused the red envelope Boss Qiu offered to the judges of the model competition. I think you're not the only one with such a strong sense of justice. I know what Boss Qiu and his group did was wrong. Besides, I trust Teacher Nan's character. I'll tell Boss Qiu to stop doing such dirty things, but I can't guarantee he'll listen to me." In an era where justice is becoming a scarce resource, Zhou Tingting's words moved me. Although it wasn't exactly a case of betraying family for the greater good, it was still admirable that this young girl showed such a firm stance on matters of principle. "You don't need to go talk to your father. He'll figure out what to do himself. I'm already very grateful for the letter you sent me," I said with a forced smile, though I wasn't actually at ease. Then, I spoke with a righteous air, my voice firm and resolute. "I'll be careful, but I believe good will prevail over evil. I won't succumb to any threats from evil forces." I was about to get up to leave when Zhou Tingting looked at me intently, her gaze clear and unwavering, though not exactly affectionate. Then she asked her final question: "Can you tell me, what exactly is your grudge against that guy surnamed Feng?" Grudge—this time, Tingting used the right word. Not the grudge of your father, Boss Qiu, but the grudge of hatred. I glanced at the bud, like a summer flower blooming in the darkness. It was truly remarkable how large its "eyes" were—bright and sparkling. Feeling there was no point in hiding anything, I answered, slowly and deliberately, "That guy surnamed Feng has repeatedly tried to seduce my wife. Tell me," I smiled elegantly, "what's unbearable for a man?" As soon as I finished speaking, I could see from the admiring look in Tingting's eyes that my image as a man had instantly become much more impressive in her eyes. After saying goodbye to Zhou Tingting, I pondered a question on the way back: what does "getting some kind of punishment" mean? Is it hitting her from behind with a brick? Chopping off a finger? Dislocating an arm or a leg? Or, causing a car accident? Thinking about this, as I drove, a chill ran down my spine... Back at the foreigner's birthday party, the atmosphere was lively. My wife, holding a wine glass, seemed to be continuing her lively conversation with Ribery, her face flushed red from the alcohol. Tonight's party, of course, had many beautiful women of various backgrounds vying for attention, and Ning Hui undoubtedly outshone everyone. I could feel the envious and jealous looks those foreign wolves were casting at me for having such a beautiful wife. Of course, Ning Hui handled the irresistible advances with politeness and restraint—a skill honed from years of dealing with wolves with ulterior motives. Ribery practically monopolized my wife's attention while I was away, chatting away. This guy seems to be a foreign con artist, occasionally eliciting cheerful laughter from Ning Hui. Watching Ning Hui chat so happily with the handsome foreign man, I felt a strange excitement. I wasn't sure what my mindset was—was I hoping this foreign guy would continue pursuing my wife, or was it my nationalistic sentiment that prevailed? After all, we can't let our good fortune go to outsiders. Even if I'm cuckolded, it's still within our 9.6 million square kilometers of land, right? Besides, those capitalist playboys who freely come to our territory to seduce women—that era of blatant colonialist banditry is long gone. The problem is, what if my wife genuinely enjoys being with a foreigner and is willing to be? That's the question. Ning Hui's cuckolding project has a paramount principle: everything revolves around my wife's happiness. While this made me slightly uncomfortable, that strange excitement quickly escalated into an indescribable thrill. It even lessened the bad mood I'd just had from Zhou Tingting's nagging message. When Ribery saw me return, he immediately became more proper in his conversation with Ning Hui, not as unrestrained as before. For some unknown reason, he even leaned in and cuddled with me for a while, then mysteriously said to me, in a way that sounds like it comes from our Chinese dialect, "Dude, your wife is really beautiful." Damn, this foreigner is so unsophisticated; in our rural area, we only call our wives "wife. " It seems Ning Hui had a great time tonight; she seemed preoccupied these past few days, at least on the surface. Ribery, riding on his wife's good mood, chuckled along, "What's up? Looks like someone got bewitched by a handsome foreigner tonight, huh?" While driving, I laughed at my wife's earlier interaction with Ribery. Actually, I knew this wasn't just a joke; Ning Hui seemed to be testing the waters. Ning Hui had a history of sharing a room with a foreigner in college; luckily, that guy was gay, otherwise, Ning Hui might be married to someone else now.

Now, another foreigner.

"Get lost, don't talk nonsense. I just think this foreigner is quite funny. His Chinese is even funnier than Zhao Benshan's."

"I thought he was hitting on you. Turns out you're the one hitting on him?"

I deliberately twisted the subject to tease my wife.

"Exactly."

Ning Hui answered casually.

"Tch, girl, you're getting wilder and wilder now, hitting on foreigners all the time!"

Before Ning Hui could react, I immediately delivered the prepared lines.

Ning Hui then realized she had fallen into Ning Zhufu's trap again. Looking at Ning Zhufu's smug look, she was so angry that her almond-shaped eyes widened and her body trembled slightly. If she hadn't seen Ning Zhufu driving, she would have pounced on his arm and bit him. "Hey, what nonsense are you talking about? Who hit on whom?"

"My wife hit on a handsome French guy!"

"Get lost, that's not true."

While we stopped at a red light at the intersection, Ning Hui still punched my arm with her pink fist. Through the streetlights outside the car, I saw my wife's face glowing with a rosy blush.

Heaven knows, was that the color on my wife's face from the alcohol fermenting in her blood tonight?

On the way home, although the matter of the urgent letter had been weighing heavily on my mind, and the various situations Ning Zhufu was facing seemed to be brewing like a storm brewing, I knew that true men remain calm in the face of adversity, and true wisdom lies in handling even the most difficult situations with ease.

So I continued to chat and laugh with my wife, remaining composed. Even when Ning Hui asked what urgent matter had brought me out, I simply replied, "It's nothing, Editor-in-Chief Qiao asked me to finish a manuscript."

Ning Zhufu knew that a man's shoulders are meant to shield a woman from the storm, and before things were cleared up, I didn't want to tell Ning Hui about everything I had experienced these past few days, making my wife worry unnecessarily—that wasn't a man's job. When Ai

returned home, both Ning Zhufu and his wife were quite excited—oh, I misspoke, sexually excited. This was their first time making love since returning from their road trip. Ning, the cook, naturally and skillfully created an atmosphere of love, in which green accents were always a constant theme. While my wife was on top of me, sucking on my penis, I deliberately let Ning Hui's hand cup my penis, then sighed, "Sigh, look at those foreign porn movies, those foreigners' big dicks can't even be held in two hands, look at mine, how come you can hold it in one hand? Baby, do you want to try that feeling of not being able to hold it in two hands?"

"Cough cough cough,"

Ning Hui spat out my penis, seemingly wanting to laugh, but choked by my penis in her mouth, so she mumbled while sucking on my penis, "What... what nonsense are you talking about?"

"I said,"

I quickly pulled my penis out of Ning Hui's mouth, lifted Ning Hui's legs, making her vagina wide open to me, then thrust my penis inside, deliberately rubbing it against the entrance of Ning Hui's secret hole as I thrust in: "I mean, do you want to try that feeling of a big penis that can't be held in two hands being inserted into your vagina?

"The foreign kind!" "

Then I closed my eyes, steeled myself, and said the word 'foreigner'!

'Ah...no, no,'

Ning Hui gasped, 'I don't want...a foreigner!'

Then I reached out and touched my wife's pussy, which I was holding with my penis. Listening to her soft moans, I felt a pool of wetness in my hand...

The next day, before leaving for work, Ning Hui told me that her business trip to the United States with Boss Wang was finalized and couldn't be changed. The visa would be issued soon. At noon, I received a call. This time, it was Boss Qiu himself calling...

Chapter 59: The Mysterious Secret Room

Hurry up and release a chapter before the end of the world: ...

Boss Qiu's call started with a crisp question: 'Brother, how's your decision?'" "

Ha, brother, weren't you going to teach me a lesson? Why are you pulling this stunt? Are you trying to lull me into a false sense of security? You think you can just sweet-talk me into opening the city gates and surrendering? No way! I know that if I'm persuaded to surrender, the city gates will open and I'll be slaughtered—I'm determined to continue the scorched-earth policy.

Speaking of which, Boss Qiu has always acted like a gangster boss. When he has something to do with me, he usually sends his henchman, Dao Ba, to contact me first. This time, for a woman, Boss Qiu actually called me directly. It seems he's really desperate.

The question is, did Boss Qiu himself become obsessed with Xiao Yanzi, or is there an even bigger crocodile behind him?

I can't help but feel worried for Xiao Yanzi. Those Hollywood heroes like Batman not only..." "You're a chivalrous knight-errant, always protecting your own women. You, Ning Zhufu, are just a commoner, what right do you have to protect your Little Swallow? Do you think you're some kind of invincible Astro Boy just because you put on a cloak? They've already named and shamelessly targeted you.

So, Ning Zhufu is sweating bullets for himself too.

Besides, Ning Zhufu, you're shameless. Your wife is like Xi'er from Yang Bailao's family, but who is Little Swallow to you? It's like Xi'er from next door has been kidnapped by the landlord, and you're making a huge fuss about it. That's a bit illegitimate. "

My mind was a jumble of thoughts, a slight fear rising within me, causing me to remain silent on the other end of the phone for a long time, unable to respond to Boss Qiu's words.

"Heh, Mr. Nan, don't worry about it. Letting go is for your own good,"

came Boss Qiu's calm but authoritative voice from the other end of the line, ending with, "Taking a step back opens up a whole new world." "

Damn it, that sentence instantly infuriated me! You don't know I'm the type who responds better to gentle persuasion than force. I hate it when people talk to me in a tone that seems to be doing it all for my own good. But Boss Qiu's words only fueled my unprecedented courage to fight on. I saw Mr. Ning clear his throat, compose himself, and then I firmly said into the phone, 'Thank you for your concern, Boss Qiu. I know myself whether I'm doing well or not. Besides, you're the one who's controlling Xiao Yan, aren't you? I haven't seen her yet, I don't know the situation or the reason, how am I supposed to consider anything? What am I supposed to consider?'

'Mr. Nan, you're overthinking it. Xiao Yan is a living, breathing person, how could I control her?'

Then the person on the other end of the line hesitated for a moment, 'I understand what you mean, let's leave it at that for now.' " Then Boss Qiu hung up the phone

, leaving me with an open-ended "that's enough for now" message, open to many interpretations...

After hanging up, I immediately rushed to Luo Xiaoyan's apartment. Finding Xiaoyan herself was my top priority.

Another long period of silence followed. Even if something terrible had happened, I had to figure out how to find this Xiaoyan who was currently on my mind.

As usual, Luo Xiaoyan wasn't home. I went downstairs and paced anxiously at the apartment entrance, attracting the attention of a security guard. Our eyes met, and a responsible, honest, and reliable middle-aged man came into view.

Got it!

Before the guard could even acknowledge me, I quickly went up to him: "Sir, thank you for your hard work. I'm looking for someone."

"Looking for someone? Looking for whom?"

The security guard looked puzzled. I

quickly told him Luo Xiaoyan's apartment room number, then gestured with my missing person poster: "A rather tall girl, a model, lives in this apartment. I've been looking for her for a long time, but she's never home, and I can't reach her by phone. Have you seen her recently?"

The security guard glared at me, his face practically screaming "warning!" "What do you want with that young lady?"

Seriously? She's not your daughter, mind your own business.

"Don't misunderstand, sir. I'm not a bad person, I really have an emergency."

I quickly pulled out a business card and handed it to him. "See? I have a legitimate job."

"From a newspaper,"

the security guard muttered. Looks like he does read the newspapers. My newspaper is, after all, a mainstream media outlet. He solemnly examined both sides of the business card, muttering to himself, "Chief Columnist, Ning Zhufu, hehehe, your name is so ridiculous."

He then chuckled loudly. I knew his laughter had eased my wariness, so I chuckled back, "Haha, it's nothing, 'columnist' is just a figure of speech, 'zhufu' means cook. Hey sir, have you seen this girl lately?"

The security guard grinned, "The girl you're talking about? She's so tall, and quite pretty too."

"Yes, yes, it's her."

I nodded quickly.

"I used to see her often when I was on duty, but it's been a long time. I occasionally see her coming back to the apartment."

"She's come back recently. Are you sure?"

I suddenly felt like I'd seen a savior.

"Yes, I see her occasionally."

The security guard thought for a moment and said confidently.

"Okay, sir, I really need to find her urgently. If you see her come back, call me immediately, no matter when, okay? Just call the number on her business card."

"Hmm..."

The security guard hesitated, wanting to say something.

"I'm in a real bind, sir,"

I said, pulling a hundred-yuan bill from my pocket and handing it to him. "Take this and buy yourself two packs of cigarettes. I'll definitely repay you handsomely when I make this call!"

"This...this..." The security guard quickly declined.

"It's just a small token, sir, you'll definitely help me!"

I firmly stuffed the hundred-yuan bill into his hand.

The guard eventually accepted the money, but then quietly leaned close to my ear and said, "You're not planning to do anything bad to that young girl, are you?"

Damn, saving someone from a fire is a bad thing? Besides, Little Swallow and I don't have any bad intentions, it's mutual affection!

With the search for Little Swallow settled, I felt a little more at ease. Damn, this is practically spy stuff! As long as Luo Xiaoyan hasn't moved, I don't believe we can't find her using this method.

Meanwhile, my wife has been busy these past few days arranging her trip abroad. A strange atmosphere has permeated the Ning mansion surrounding Ning Hui's business trip abroad. The couple seems to have something they want to say but can't quite put their minds to. Ning Hui's secret is about Mr. Wang, and her husband's secret is about "General Manager," but neither of them seems to have brought up Mr. Wang's secret in public or discussed it together. So, the matter of Mr. Wang remains divided in their minds, not coming together, and they haven't reached the same consensus as when Ning Hui willingly let his wife cheat on him with Mr. Wang, making him a cuckold.

Ning Hui has naturally told her husband on different occasions that she won't rekindle her relationship with her idolized war hero. She's worried that her husband might be concerned that, being alone with her in a foreign country, something might happen between them and Mr. Wang. Moreover, Ning Hui fully understands the strong expectations and desires Mr. Wang still harbors for her. Several times, Mr. Wang made various excuses to ask her out alone, but Ning Hui declined. What troubled Ning was that he wasn't sure how he would feel if his wife and Mr. Wang really did get involved.

After all, Ning knew that his wife's feelings for Mr. Wang were different from her feelings for her lover, Zeng Beifang. Zeng Beifang was basically just a sexual partner, but her feelings for Mr. Wang were much more complex. When a woman develops a kind of admiration for a man, and you let her sleep with him, she might be captured not only physically, but also emotionally.

And Ning Hui's admiration for war heroes was already quite evident.

Even though Ning's cuckoldry began with a comedic start involving Boss Wang, and Ning eagerly sent his wife to Boss Wang's bed—where she then had a passionate affair with him, acting as his daughter and bedmate—and even though Ning Hui now largely understands and approves of Ning's cuckoldry—in other words, extramarital sex and continues this lifestyle—the affair with Boss Wang ultimately led to a near-fatal incident for Ning. Although it stemmed from a misunderstanding, Ning Hui still harbors a lingering fear that if she were to have anything happen to Boss Wang again, her stubborn husband might do something drastic. Ning isn't a war hero, but he's still her husband, the man she loves most in the world.

Sigh, love can only love one person; what kind of rule is that? Wouldn't it be wonderful if she could love two people at the same time, wife?

This woman can be quite stubborn sometimes. If she could just talk to her husband, maybe the choice between Mr. Wang and her husband wouldn't be so black and white.

The problem is, Ning Hui, fearing her husband would overthink things, never brought it up.

Her husband, of course, knew what was on his mind, but seemingly to prove he wasn't petty, he didn't frankly discuss Mr. Wang with her.

In this ambiguous atmosphere, Ning Hui's departure date drew closer.

It was a Saturday, and her departure was the Monday after tomorrow.

It was still early in the afternoon. I had just returned from shopping with my wife and went into the kitchen to put on my apron. I was about to perform my usual cooking routine when Ning Hui followed me in, and very tenderly wrapped her arms around my waist from behind. She rested her head on my shoulder and called out in a sweet, soft voice, "Husband..."

Instantly, I could clearly feel her breasts rising and falling against my back, the softness and fullness of them sending shivers down my spine.

"What's wrong, baby?"

I asked, continuing to work on the vegetables while responding to Ning Hui.

"I missed you..."

Ning Hui's voice became even sweeter. She hugged me tighter, her body rubbing against me.

"Tch, we're an old married couple, we sleep together every day, why would I miss you this much?"

"I just missed you."

Ning Hui reached out as if to stop me from continuing to prepare the vegetables, continuing to plead with me.

"Alright, alright, you're in heat, honey. How about we have a little kitchen fun?"

I turned around and pulled Ning Hui into a tight embrace, planting a long, passionate kiss on her lips.

Ning Hui continued kissing me, her fragrant tongue swirling with mine, her saliva filling my mouth as she murmured, "I've been away from you for so long, I just missed you."

"Ha, it's only been ten days or so."

So, my wife was expressing her longing before her trip.

"Hmph, I've never been away from you for this long when we're together,"

Ning Hui pouted, her lips curving into a sweet, delicate smile.

That's true. Since we got married, and even while dating, Ning Hui and I have only been apart for three to five days at most. No wonder my wife is suddenly so tender.

"Honey, what gift do you want? I'll get it for you,"

Ning Hui suddenly looked up at me excitedly and asked.

"No need, no need. Buy yourself something nice. Take all the cards we have. Buy whatever you like. Swipe the cards like crazy! Don't be merciful with the money. Don't come home until your hands are sore from swiping the cards,"

I quickly replied. Every time I see my wife experiencing that innate, womanly joy while shopping, I feel so incredibly happy—who says happiness isn't measured by money? The more my wife spends my money, the happier I feel.

That's love.

If you can also make your wife writhe and groan under another man and find enjoyment and pleasure, that's great love, understand?

"Hmph, I'm going to buy you a gift. Honey, wait for me to come back and give you the gift. Also, while I'm away, you have to take good care of yourself. No staying up late, eat on time, don't skip meals, and don't just make do with a few noodles; your stomach isn't good, honey."

Ning Hui's eyes shone with maternal love as she began to instruct me on what to do while I was home alone, like she was talking to a child.

"Oh, don't worry, darling."

My heart was overflowing with gratitude.

And that gratitude didn't end there.

Seeing Ning's darting eyes, I realized this guy's mind was already wandering to some inappropriate things. Continuing the conversation, I blurted out, "These past ten days, if I wanted to..."

"Want what?"

I deliberately kept her in suspense, then feigned a pitiful look and said, "What if I wanted to make love? Masturbate?"

I thought my wife was going to scold me for being indecent, but Ning Hui playfully punched me, then gave me a bright, mischievous smile. "Hehe, you're allowed to go find your little swallow."

See? My emotions instantly transformed from a gentle river into a boundless ocean. Then I hugged my wife and started kissing her passionately: "Yes, ma'am!"

At that moment, I was so excited I wanted to do it right there in the kitchen. Just as I was enthusiastically kissing her face and lips, her phone rang with a text message.

It took Ning Hui a while to break free from Ning's suffocatingly intense embrace and take out her phone to check the message.

Ning Hui didn't hide it from me when I looked at the text message. It turned out it was from Zeng Beifang: "Sister Ning Hui, you're leaving the day after tomorrow. Can I be with you tonight? I miss you so much."

Damn, so this guy was thinking of giving his wife a pre-departure pep talk. No wonder, ten days is practically half a month. Even I, an old man, can't stand it. How can someone at the peak of their hormones hold back?

"Ugh, so annoying. I don't want to talk to him."

I don't know if Ning Hui muttered unconsciously or consciously.

"Hehe, go ahead. If you don't go, you'll make her sick from holding it in."

I grinned mischievously.

"But honey, I only want to be with you these next few days."

Ning Hui looked at me sweetly, biting her lip, and tried to snuggle into my arms.

"How about this, you go to his place tonight and let him have his way with you. There's always tomorrow night, right? Your husband will have his way with you then, okay?"

"You're so naughty!"

Ning Hui blushed instantly. A night with a lover and a night with her husband—that's truly a woman's delight! Even if she wasn't shy, her face would still be flushed.

Ning Hui ultimately went to spend the night with her lover. Sex between a handsome man and a beautiful woman is bound to be wonderful, especially since this enjoyment and pleasure came under the loving care of her husband. To resist would be a sin.

Later, that guy went even further, asking Ning Hui if she could stay overnight at his place, and even demanding to bring that camisole lingerie so they could have some fun together. Ning Hui didn't want to stay overnight, but I encouraged my wife to take pity on him and give in, considering we were going on a long trip.

"Then what am I supposed to tell him? What excuse did I give my husband for not coming home tonight?"

Ning Hui asked seriously before leaving.

"Tell him your husband is away on a business trip,"

I said calmly.

Then Ning Hui replied, leaving me stunned.

Ning Hui said, "Honey, I've really become a bad woman now. As soon as my husband goes on a business trip, I run off to spend the night with another man!"

As she said this, Ning Hui's face looked very alluring and seductive.

Everyone knows how passionate my wife and her lover were that night, right? Anyway, my wife didn't come back until the afternoon of the next day, looking very satisfied. At first, when I asked about the previous night's events, Ning Hui wouldn't say anything. But later that night, under my combined verbal and physical assault, she finally confessed that she couldn't remember how many orgasms she had, only that there were so many. That guy practically took her all night, leaving her with a sore back and unable to get up, and she slept for most of the day at his place.

On Monday, an Air China Boeing 777 carrying my wife and Mr. Wang—my wife's former and still admired war hero—crossed the Pacific Ocean, roaring towards the holy land of capitalism and the glitz and glamour of the United States of America.

My wife went with Mr. Wang, and I know that old wolf still has his eye on her. This trip to America is like playing a game of placing a lamb in the jaws of a big bad wolf; the lamb's fate is truly unpredictable.

Meanwhile, Xiao Yanzi's situation is equally worrisome, getting increasingly complicated with all sorts of underworld and legitimate connections getting involved. This Ning-zhu-fu (a nickname) is feeling incredibly anxious, a mix of trepidation and unease.

These past few days, I've been calling the security guard frequently to check on things. He's been very polite and reassuring, assuring me he'll report anything immediately.

Of course, what am I worried about? They're going to get paid for this information. Who wants to turn down money?

Sure enough, not long after Ning Hui's plane took off, a little after noon, the security guard called. His voice sounded very serious, his tone low, standard intelligence language: "Target spotted."

Damn, my long-awaited little swallow has finally appeared! I jumped up and drove like the wind towards Luo Xiaoyan's apartment.

That speeding trip resulted in two speeding tickets later on.

After getting out of the car, I sped off at 11 mph. Passing the apartment building, the security guard, seeing my eagerness, didn't forget to say, "Brother, don't rush, the target is still inside."

"Bang, bang,"

I arrived at Luo Xiaoyan's door, breathless, and started banging on it frantically.

"Who is it?"

came a young woman's voice from inside—no, a young swallow's voice.

Little swallow, I finally caught you! It's been so hard looking for me.

"I'm a deliveryman."

I composed myself, afraid that if I directly mentioned Ning Zhufu's famous nickname, Little Swallow, she would fly away again.

"When did you switch to being a deliveryman, Mr. Nan? That's beneath your talents."

The door didn't open, but Xiao Yanzi's melodious voice came from inside. Did Xiao Yanzi recognize my signature, always slightly melancholic voice, or did she see my true face through the peephole?

"Alright, alright, Xiao Yanzi, open the door, it's me!"

I knocked on the door again, urgently.

The door finally creaked open, and Luo Xiao Yanzi stood gracefully before me in a black dress. Her long legs and the alluring curves of her hips were incredibly tempting. I froze for a moment. Perhaps it was because I had missed her so much, perhaps it was because Luo Xiao Yanzi rarely appeared in flowing dresses, perhaps it was because her single braid had grown two more strands, making it even more elegant, perhaps it was because Luo Xiao Yanzi always had that sorrowful yet pitiful face...

Anyway, I thought, the swallow in front of me was so beautiful!

"Looking for me?"

Luo Xiao Yanzi saw that I had been stunned for a long time, and tried her best not to show any emotion on her face, uttering this ambiguous question.

"Little Swallow, if I didn't look for you, who else would I be looking for in this swallow's nest?" "Yes, where have you been this time? You have no idea how hard I've been looking."

Luo Xiaoyan finally smiled slightly, very calmly, and then turned slightly to the side: "Hmm... I've been out of town... performing, I guess. Come in."

Out of town performing, Little Swallow, can't you come up with a different excuse? I knew Luo Xiaoyan was lying, but I wasn't angry; instead

, I felt a growing pang of heartache. I knew Little Swallow must have some unspeakable suffering.

I entered the swallow's nest and suddenly noticed a subtle difference from my previous visits. The room was lifeless; the potted plant on the windowsill was turning yellow, and tiny dust particles filled the air, conveying the cold, unwelcome feeling of a room that had been uninhabited for a long time.

As soon as I entered, I grabbed her hand, wanting to hug her.

Luo Xiaoyan's hand still felt weak and lifeless, like a frozen pear.

Subconsciously, or perhaps unconsciously, Luo Xiaoyan struggled slightly, but Ning Zhufu's will to hold her was so firm, coupled with his powerful movements, that Luo Xiaoyan gradually gave in and nestled halfway into Ning Zhufu's arms.

"Xiaoyan, have you... really been this busy lately?"

I originally wanted to ask what had happened, but I swallowed the words back and said "very busy," afraid that asking so directly might hurt the young girl. I knew that if something had really happened, it would definitely be related to those things between men and women.

How could a young girl like that be asked?

Suddenly, Luo Xiaoyan turned completely to face me, staring at me for a long time. In her eyes, I read a pool of tender affection, her eyes so clear I could see my reflection.

I looked back at the young girl's deep and affectionate gaze, which almost melted me, forgetting the awkwardness of having to look up to see her face. But I noticed my reflection in the young girl's eyes was becoming increasingly blurry...

Tears were welling up in Luo Xiaoyan's eyes.

"What's wrong, Xiaoyan? What's wrong, Xiaoyan?"

I quickly reached out to wipe away her tears, comforting her, "Don't cry, don't cry."

"Can I ask you a question?"

Luo Xiaoyan's voice was choked with emotion, and she asked me softly with heavy breathing.

"Hmm, what is it?"

"If you had met me before your sister-in-law, would you... would you have married me?"

Luo Xiaoyan asked, her eyes fixed on my answer without blinking.

At this moment, Ning Zhufu truly hadn't expected such a question. It was a question that could be brushed off, but faced with the young girl's tears still warm from her heart, it was one that absolutely couldn't be brushed off.

Ning Zhufu, you're quite the lucky guy, aren't you? Such a beautiful woman actually feels a sense of regret for you. What more could you ask for?

Looking at Luo Xiaoyan's sorrowful yet beautiful face, I felt a pang of tenderness. For a fleeting moment, I suddenly realized I had truly fallen in love with this

woman before me, a woman I had always seen as pure as an iceberg lotus, and so tall… not just tall enough to be looked up to, but also so proud. Could it be that the very question my wife faced—whether she could love two people at the same time—was now truly falling on my own shoulders?

Luo Xiaoyan's eyes remained unblinking, as if they would stay open until she received my answer.

I couldn't wait any longer. From the context of the question, I knew how important it was to this young woman, and besides, I felt my love was so real, so intense, so uncontrollable…

“Yes, yes, Xiaoyan, if… I will definitely marry you!”

I answered excitedly, my voice trembling, almost shouting!

“Oh—”

Luo Xiaoyan let out a long sigh, and tears that had gathered in her eyes streamed down her face like broken pearls.

I quickly pressed my lips to Luo Xiaoyan's face, licking away the glistening tears. The tears, tasted like a sweet spring, yet tinged with a hint of bitterness.

A light of happiness immediately shone in Luo Xiaoyan's eyes, and then she threw herself into my arms with a heavy lunge: "Brother Nan, thank you for your answer, I'm so happy."

Before I could even react with any gentleness, like a hug or a kiss, Luo Xiaoyan's fragrant lips were already pressing down on mine. Her fervent, swallow-like words escaped from her lips that sealed mine: "Brother Nan, Brother Nan, take me, now, give me to you, take me, let me be your woman again!"

Then Luo Xiaoyan did something astonishing—she started tearing at my clothes.

Wow, my little sister Yanzi is so fierce! How could I bear this? My true purpose for coming to Swallow's Nest to uncover the truth had been completely forgotten. Luo Xiaoyan's kiss was so passionate; her body, through her black dress, felt hot and sticky against me. Especially since the dress was completely bare, except for her two firm, wheat-colored breasts bouncing happily.

Goodness, our lovely, darling Xiaoyanzi wasn't wearing a bra!

This left me completely aroused, my body frozen, my only thought the burning desire to express my feelings for this beautiful woman in the most passionate way.

Tell me, besides sex, what could be a more passionate way to express love between a man and a woman? Between Ning Zhufu and Luo Xiaoyanzi, was it love, sex, affection, spirituality, or lust, or perhaps a combination of all of them? After their earlier question-and-answer exchange, it was only natural for them to roll around in bed together. Even though Ning Zhufu was a married man, it wasn't shameful anymore; all we saw at that moment was beauty.

I quickly cooperated, stripping Luo Xiaoyan and me naked until we were completely bare. At that moment, words like breasts, penis, and vagina suddenly became so beautiful. Our bodies intertwined, saliva exchanged, bodily fluids mingled, we thrust naked, from behind, from the front, in a lotus position—all were part of a passionate feast offered through a carnal revelry.

When Ning Zhufu penetrated Luo Xiaoyan's beautiful body, I felt her trembling. And at that moment, truly, I felt a feeling of love—like the feeling Ning Zhufu had when he first entered Ning Hui's body.

With Ning Hui, there was only sweet happiness, but with Luo Xiaoyan, there was a hint of unspeakable bitterness mixed with the sweetness.

Just like last time, Luo Xiaoyan finished the act almost in tears. Both of them were so frenzied that they forgot their love. Luo Xiaoyan gave me cries I'd never heard before—cries that were not only bone-melting and heart-wrenching, but also as melodious and graceful as a swallow's song, both beautiful and sorrowful.

During the act, Luo Xiaoyan asked me, "Can I call you husband, Brother Nan?"

"Mmm,"

I replied, no longer aware of my surroundings. My passion had reached a breaking point; I'd probably happily agree to call Xiaoyanzi "wife.

" "Husband, husband," Luo Xiaoyan's crisp cries of "husband" echoed with the rhythm of my thrusts, pounding into my eardrums like hammer blows. My blood was surging uncontrollably, leaving me only able to thrust deeply into Xiaoyanzi's most secret and sensitive spot.

"Husband! Husband! Husband—"

With this lingering cry of "husband," Luo Xiaoyan's long, slender legs, wrapped around my waist, convulsed violently. As I thrust wildly and ejaculated my countless semen into the young woman's body, Luo Xiaoyan finally reached her climax.

I felt a hot, wet ocean of fluid clinging to me, the fluids from Xiaoning's mouth and Xiaoyan's body mingling together, creating a mesmerizing sensation. At this moment,

Luo Xiaoyan's face was streaked with tears…

A lovemaking session under the guise of affection, followed by a long, tender moment—it was inevitable that the man would hold the young woman in his arms and whisper endless sweet nothings. I was just about to use this moment to properly question Luo Xiaoyan and get to the bottom of things.

Unexpectedly, after a short rest, Luo Xiaoyan used up more than half of a napkin to restore her face to its initial normal state, then got up to get dressed and suddenly said to me, "Brother Nan, you should go back. I have a performance soon."

Damn, the same excuse as last time—another performance. I was a little anxious: "Wait, I have something… to ask you."

"Don't ask,"

Luo Xiaoyan said firmly, "I know what you want to ask. I'm fine, really, nothing's wrong, don't worry."

Damn, Xiaoyan had already guessed my intentions for coming here, but Ning Zhufu had finally found me, so how could he give up so easily? I quickly said, "No, I have to…"

"Alright, Brother Nan,"

Luo Xiaoyan interrupted me without room for argument, "Asking me like this won't get you any results. Don't ask anymore, okay? If you still want to see me, then don't ask anything."

Damn, this really left me at a loss. Resigned, I got up, dressed, and went out. As I left, Luo Xiaoyan gave me a gentle, long hug, then said meaningfully, "Thank you."

As she spoke, I didn't notice that two tears had fallen onto my shoulder.

What I didn't expect was that Luo Xiaoyan had truly lied to me this time, regarding the question of whether I would ever see her again. Resentful, I returned home, still trying to figure out how to clarify things, when a text message from Luo Xiaoyan arrived.

This was a heartbreaking text message: "Brother Nan, thank you for your answer today. I'm satisfied; I was so happy at that moment. Thank you also for letting me call you 'husband' and truly be your woman during our lovemaking today. That feeling, though brief, was so beautiful. I will remember it forever. Goodbye, Brother Nan. Don't come looking for me anymore, and don't ask me or anyone else why. Just remember that there was once a girl named Xiao Yanzi who loved you, and then forget me. I'll be fine. I wish you and your wife eternal happiness!"

After reading the message, I stood there, trembling. I didn't expect that while the joy of gaining her was still there, the pain of losing her would follow so intensely. Xiao Yanzi, you told me not to ask why, but I can't help asking.

Why? Why? Who can tell me?

I frantically called Luo Xiaoyan, but her phone was switched off. When I went to her apartment, it was empty…

Finally, standing bewildered on the street, tears streamed down my face. I never imagined that Luo Xiaoyan's abrupt departure would cause me such heartache.

I drifted through the night in a daze, when Boss Qiu called.

“Mr. Nan, is it convenient? Dao Ba will pick you up later and take you somewhere.”

Holy crap, what? Are they going to make their move? My first thought was that the underworld was finally targeting me. I instinctively shuddered: “Wh…what is it?”

“Didn't you want to know the reason behind Luo Xiaoyan's situation? I want you to know the answer today.”

Boss Qiu's voice remained calm and unhurried. Holy

crap, so that's it. Could this be a trap? My mind raced through various possible conspiracies. The worst-case scenario: would I end up dead in the wilderness? But to uncover the truth about Xiaoyan, I had to be willing to risk everything.

So I readily agreed, and replied with a tone of poignant lament, "Alright then."

A little while later, Daoba came to pick me up. He was still driving the same "

Don't Touch Me" car. It took about half an hour to get out of the city, and then another half hour to climb a winding mountain road. The further I drove, the more eerie and terrifying it felt. This was the kind of place where someone would dump a corpse in the wilderness. So I couldn't help but ask Daoba, "Where...are we going?"

"A villa,"

Daoba replied expressionlessly, glancing at me in the rearview mirror.

Back when I went to Victoria Peak in Hong Kong to see the night view, people told me as the car climbed the mountain road that this was Jacky Cheung's mansion, that was Tony Leung's mansion. Why do these rich people all like to live in these desolate mountains?

In the darkness, I couldn't make out the villa's overall appearance, but it gave off a feeling of a deep, secluded mansion. A large iron gate surrounded a courtyard, enclosing a three-story villa in the middle. A huge wolfhound, almost as tall as a person, was chained to the gate, barking wildly as soon as we entered.

After getting out of the car, Dao Ba led me inside. The house was filled with rooms, a palatial maze, but completely empty. After a few turns, Dao Ba led me to a small, dark room that resembled a secret chamber.

Then he turned on the light, and holy crap, the scene before me left me speechless for a long time!

A huge mirror, like a shop window, appeared before me, reflecting the view of another room. I immediately realized—this was the kind of secret room with hidden mechanisms I'd only ever seen in movies, where I could see into the room but couldn't see into it!

What was going on? Beyond the room was a luxuriously decorated bedroom, with a king-size bed comparable to a presidential suite. The bedroom walls were decorated with pretentious landscape paintings.

Then Dao Ba brought coffee and tea to the table in front of me, and damn, there were even Cuban cigars!

This Boss Qiu's manners are truly impeccable.

"Mr. Nan, please enjoy your meal,"

Dao Ba said, quietly leaving the room.

Then, I was left alone, waiting for the performance to begin.

A moment later, the bedroom door opened, and a beautiful, tall woman in a silk nightgown walked in. I looked closely, and the woman was none other than—Luo Xiaoyan!

Oh my god, my eyes and mouth widened in shock. What on earth was going on?

Luo Xiaoyan wandered around the bedroom for a moment, then lay down on the large bed. She picked up the TV remote and turned on the wall-mounted TV facing her. The sound immediately filled the room. Holy crap, were the speakers built into the wall or something? And the sound quality was amazing!

Then Luo Xiaoyan picked up what looked like a fashion magazine from the bedside table and casually flipped through it. Luo Xiaoyan looked incredibly languid. Her long, slender legs peeked out from under her silk nightgown, revealing a hint of cleavage. She looked like she had just showered; her slightly damp hair, past her shoulders, added a touch of allure to the bedroom atmosphere.

Then, the bedroom door opened again, and a man's figure entered... Chapter 60,

December 4th : Boss Qiu's Confession . When writing essays as a child, describing my excited feelings, the teacher taught us a classic, universally applicable phrase: "I heard my heart pounding..." At the time, I never believed I could actually hear my own heartbeat, always thinking the teacher was just kidding. But now, with that man's figure flashing in, I realized I'd misunderstood the teacher—because at that moment, I heard my little heart pounding like the huge alarm clock at my grandma's house when I was a child, the sound truly like the beating of a hammer. Finally, under the bright bedroom light, the person who entered was etched into my mind in a close-up: it was a face I knew all too well! That face was none other than Boss Qiu. If this were a movie, even a little kid would understand what would happen next, but even after all the possibilities had been rehearsed beforehand, poor Ning, the cook, still couldn't believe, or didn't want to believe, what he was seeing. A sudden wave of helplessness and sorrow washed over me. Even though I was only separated from Luo Xiaoyan by a wall, that wall felt like an insurmountable barrier, making me feel worlds apart from everything before me. The pure and innocent Xiaoyan, in my eyes, now seemed to be prey in a cutthroat jungle, someone else's prey to be picked up and played with at any moment. And all I could do was watch this hunt—animal against human, beast against beauty—without offering any help to my prey. I suddenly realized how incredibly naive I had been to think that wearing a cape made me Batman. My mind went blank. My eyes, like a camera, stared blankly at everything displayed in the shop window, seemingly happening in another dimension… Boss Qiu, wearing a very thin, black, Chinese-style pajama—damn, even gangsters wear black pajamas—and looking like he'd just showered, glanced at the wall with the display window mechanism with a very complex expression. He knew, of course, that behind that wall sat an audience member he'd specially invited today. His expression was a mixture of mockery and defiance. Boss Qiu's gaze swept across the shop window, then softened as he looked at Luo Xiaoyan. I finally witnessed a bird's gaze as gentle as a wolf's; that look was familiar, just like the one I remembered when I saw Boss Qiu looking at Tingting. Seeing Boss Qiu approach the bed, Luo Xiaoyan slightly raised her head and nodded gently in acknowledgment. She then put down her magazine, shifted to one side of the bed, and lay completely flat, her arms crossed over her chest. I knew it was a woman's instinctive protective gesture. Luo Xiaoyan's face was slightly tilted towards Boss Qiu. I couldn't see her expression clearly, but I could see her breasts rising and falling slightly, the cleavage subtly revealed gleaming with a captivating, wheat-colored glow. With her eyes closed, Luo Xiaoyan presented a sleeping beauty—neither icy nor passionate—to Boss Qiu, an expression that was neither obsequious nor rejecting. Even without passion, Luo Xiaoyan lay there gracefully, still exuding elegance and nobility, like a proud and elegant water lily. Boss Qiu reached out and gently brushed Luo Xiaoyan's loose hair aside, much like a father tenderly saying goodnight to his daughter before bed. Then, what I saw next was absolutely not what a father should do to his daughter. Boss Qiu leaned down and began to lightly kiss Luo Xiaoyan's earlobe and cheek. When he reached her lips, Luo Xiaoyan seemed somewhat reluctant, but her reluctance wasn't very obvious. She simply turned her face slightly, and Boss Qiu's kisses landed on the corners of her lips, becoming a barely perceptible touch… Boss Qiu paused slightly, as if he was used to this situation, a barely perceptible bitter smile appearing on his face. He didn't linger on Luo Xiaoyan's delicate lips any longer, and his mouth slid down to her exposed, slender neck, beginning to lick and tease. While his lips were still lingering on Luo Xiaoyan's smooth neck, Boss Qiu's hand began to tease her chest. He caressed and played with her hands, which were covering her breasts, for a while. This time, Luo Xiaoyan's hands didn't offer much resistance as Boss Qiu's fingers slipped through them. His strong, bony fingers slid along the subtly visible, evenly contoured cleavage and slipped inside Luo Xiaoyan's nightgown. Boss Qiu's large hand immediately grasped one of Luo Xiaoyan's breasts and began to violate it. Through the thin nightgown, it was clear that he was using two fingers to pinch and twist Luo Xiaoyan's tender nipple. He looked like a lion playing with its trophy before devouring its prey. However, so far, Boss Qiu's actions still appeared quite gentlemanly. Luo Xiaoyan still hid her eyes with her long eyelashes, seemingly unwilling to witness what was happening before her eyes, a stark contrast to her appearance when I kissed her, her eyes reflecting my image. They say the eyes are the windows to the soul, which meant that while Xiaoyan was physically intimate with this man, her heart was firmly locked. The problem was, even though Luo Xiaoyan, with her heart locked, showed no enthusiasm or response, the way Boss Qiu acted so familiarly and intimately towards her made her seem very familiar—this conveyed the following message that instantly saddened me: considering Xiaoyan's recent behavior—her inability to speak properly, her long periods of disappearance, and her tragic farewell to her Nan-gege—Luo Xiaoyan had definitely been to Boss Qiu's bed more than once. The question was, despite her apparent reluctance, why did Xiaoyan still go to his bed? Was it because of this powerful figure's wealth or influence? Or is this really a living, breathing, standard example of the unspoken rules of the entertainment industry that have become common sense? Could she be the next model competition champion? —But my dear Little Swallow, you're already the champion in my heart! I don't hate the rich, as long as that wealth is earned honestly through hard work. Besides, I despise all feudal moralists. I don't think it's a big deal if couples, boyfriends/girlfriends, or lovers have feelings or sex. Moreover, my husband really enjoys this kind of thing; he's even done things like actively finding his wife a lover and sending her to another man's bed to cuckold him. So what is there between men and women that I can't accept? I myself am someone who holds a high position at home and has many mistresses outside. The problem is, if all of this is based on equality and free will, without any hint of money or exchange of benefits, and if those with spouses can get their consent, then you can have sex however you want, however you want. What's wrong with using your body to enjoy life while you're young? The problem is—don't criticize me for suddenly having so many questions today—I can't detect any consent from Luo Xiaoyan under Boss Qiu. That unwillingness and awkwardness are written all over her long, drooping eyelashes. Without even a hint of consent, how can there be any pleasure?

"Boss Qiu, aren't you blatantly bullying this young lady? I hate nothing more than being coerced, or indirectly coerced, into having sex.

This makes me want to put on my cape and play Batman again, but the problem is... while Xiao Yanzi isn't exactly playing hard to get, she's definitely half-heartedly resisting. I'm frantically yelling from the sidelines, 'This is unacceptable!' Excuse me for swearing, but what are you doing, you idiot next to me?

Even if Luo Xiaoyan isn't my Xi'er, I consider her my own sister, okay? Anyway, I'm an only child, and my mom always regrets not having a sister with me—but looking at all this now, I don't feel that excitement or thrill I used to get when my wife had sex with another man.

This fully demonstrates that no matter how cuckolded I am, I'm still a principled little cuckold with a bit of justice.

And this erotic scene that Boss Qiu is personally performing and specifically showing me isn't stopping because of Ning's indignation."

Boss Qiu had already fondled Luo Xiaoyan's breasts through her pajamas, and now he was starting to unbutton them. Luo Xiaoyan kept her hands in front of her chest, refusing to move or give Boss Qiu any convenience in removing her clothes, but she didn't deliberately resist his rummaging around on her body.

After a while, Boss Qiu finally removed the meager amount of clothing Luo Xiaoyan was wearing—just a onesie and a pair of pink panties! When Luo Xiaoyan's slender, naked body was fully revealed—

wow, she exuded domineering aura! Or rather, she exuded allure! Her small, round breasts stood erect, the two tender red nipples trembling slightly, as if breathing freely for the now rather gloomy Xiaoyan. What I actually love most are Xiao Yanzi's incredibly proportioned, streamlined legs—delicate skin, well-proportioned bones and muscles, slender yet healthyly elastic. These, combined with her slightly upturned buttocks, create an incredibly alluring silhouette, perfectly showcasing a woman's radiant and alluring charm. Instantly, I was still stunned by the irresistible beauty of Luo Xiao Yanzi before me, radiating a captivating glow from within. Even though it was a body I had already experienced physical pleasure with, seeing it displayed in this special situation, despite my resentment, I still felt that damn Xiao Ning, the cook, had a slightly imperceptible stirring.

Faced with such beauty, no wonder even the seemingly calm and collected Jianghu boss, Ru Qiu, couldn't remain composed.

Damn it, what are you jumping around for, Xiao Ning? Don't you know you're making things difficult for me? You're ruining my reputation with your jumping around, you know?

Boss Qiu casually tossed Luo Xiaoyan's clothes, which he had removed, towards the wall in front of me, whether intentionally or not!

The clothes, still warm from her body, flew towards me, and I could almost smell Luo Xiaoyan's intoxicating scent.

Still trying to provoke me?

Fine… I'll endure it. Suppressing my anger, I prepared to calmly watch this erotic scene unfold. I wanted to see what kind of ridiculous or absurd drama Boss Qiu could turn this into.

Luo Xiaoyan, now completely naked beneath Boss Qiu, instinctively placed her hands on her chest, her legs tightly closed. Between her legs, in a dark triangle, floated a few delicate hairs—damn, the most artistic hair I'd ever seen on a woman, like dew-kissed grass by a riverbank, exuding a breathtakingly clean and refreshing fragrance, the kind of beauty only found in a morning forest.

How could this delicate, pubic hair possibly keep Ning Zhufu, a cultured old man with a penchant for pubic hair, calm? At this moment, Ning Zhufu seemed determined to ruin Ning Zhufu's reputation, jumping up and down twice.

Xiao Yanzi's self-care movements, however, only made her appear shy and demure, further fueling Qiu Laoban's desire to conquer, perhaps because he was used to seeing women who fawned over him in bed and made all sorts of lewd gestures. Even through her pajama bottoms, Qiu Laoban's genitals were visibly swollen. Qiu Laoban's expression had become dazed, his gaze a mixture of admiring his prey and viewing her as a rare work of art, taking in every secret of Luo Xiaoyan's body. Then, he buried his head in Luo Xiaoyan's chest, gently pried open her hands covering her breasts, opened his mouth, and took one of her tender, luscious nipples into his mouth.

The sound system in the secret room emitted soft, sucking sounds. It was clear that Boss Qiu was gently but intensely sucking on Luo Xiaoyan's nipples.

Luo Xiaoyan's hands lay helplessly at her sides, clearly looking lost and unsure what to do. As Boss Qiu suddenly took most of her breasts into his mouth, Luo Xiaoyan instinctively gripped the bedsheet tightly with her hand, which was exposed against the mirrored wall of the shop window.

Luo Xiaoyan's eyes remained tightly closed; from the moment Boss Qiu began his ministrations, those eyes, so bright they reflected her image, had never opened—as if Luo Xiaoyan was expressing that even though her body had surrendered, the window to her soul would never be opened. After

Boss Qiu had been sucking on Luo Xiaoyan's breasts for a short while, one of his hands reached for the few tender pubic hairs between her legs. Soon, those soft pubic hairs, under Boss Qiu's kneading, became like duckweed battered by rain and wind.

The demonic claws moved downwards, their target naturally being the lush, honeyed ground between Luo Xiaoyan's still tightly closed legs, the place that nourished such tender, delicate hairs. Luo Xiaoyan writhed with a force that seemed to oscillate between struggle and non-struggle, while Boss Qiu, at the entrance to her honeyed ground, began to play the piano with nimble, almost imperceptible, light yet forceful fingers, dancing across the opening.

From Luo Xiaoyan's face, which seemed to be desperately controlling all emotions, not a trace of the violation her delicate body was enduring was revealed. It was that same kind of sorrowful yet uncomfortable expression that always evoked my heartache. It was as if everything beneath her, including the man so diligently working on her body, was irrelevant to her.

Boss Qiu didn't give up, continuing to explore the secret cave he knew all too well, a cave brimming with boundless spring beauty. In fact, Boss Qiu already knew that after this exploration, the door to that secret cave would eventually open for him. Just as he had already enjoyed the splendor of that secret cave countless times. This seemed to be an inevitable game between hunter and prey, a chase and being chased, where both sides knew that the prey would ultimately become meat in the wolf's mouth.

Sure enough, Luo Xiaoyan's coyness was more like a form of self-suggested resistance. Under Boss Qiu's relentless assault, Luo Xiaoyan's legs suddenly parted, allowing Boss Qiu's fingers to penetrate her most secret place.

Luo Xiaoyan's long eyelashes, almost obscuring her eyes, made it impossible for me to discern any sadness or joy on her face. The opening of her secret passage gave the bedroom a sudden, ambiguous, sensual beauty. That beauty, regardless of Luo Xiaoyan's unwillingness or any deliberate effort, the fact that her naturally beautiful body was forced open by the man's touch made it all the more real and compelling.

The visual feast between those legs objectively brought an irresistible, decadent atmosphere, making Boss Qiu's hormones surge like a rocket. He seemed to have forgotten the unhurried demeanor of a gangster boss, quickly removing his clothes until his manhood sprang out, causing Ning Zhufu to blush again.

Damn, why is it another male member that makes everyone envious and jealous?

Ning Zhufu was now somewhat ashamed and unsettled. Damn it, are these wolves fattened up specifically for that area or something? Why is it another one bigger than his?

Last time, compared to Zeng Beifang's, he already felt ashamed; this time, it seems he truly has to admit defeat again.

Speaking of Boss Qiu's manhood, it's known for its thickness, especially the glans, which is unusually large. The round, mushroom-shaped glans gleamed, clearly a weapon that had been frequently honed and battle-hardened.

Boss Qiu didn't seem to have any intention of showing off his treasure or humiliating Comrade Haning. He simply spat some saliva on his glans, then parted Luo Xiaoyan's legs and began rubbing his enormous glans against her thighs. A moment later, with a thrust of his hips, his large glans plunged completely into Luo Xiaoyan's tender flower.

He certainly enjoyed himself, but Luo Xiaoyan's brow furrowed in pain from the large glans beneath her.

Boss Qiu, showing some tenderness, noticed Luo Xiaoyan's discomfort and quickly stopped, bending down to offer her a comforting kiss.

But our stubborn Xiaoyan elegantly turned her face away, and Boss Qiu's kiss missed.

Seeing this, I felt a surge of schadenfreude, which quickly turned to shame and indignation. Even though Boss Qiu's kiss still didn't quite reach Xiao Yanzi's lips, at least he was about the same height. With his penis still inside her, he could easily reach her lips for a kiss, unlike Ning, who had to bend over to accommodate her...

Of course, Boss Qiu could kiss her, but Xiao Yanzi wouldn't let him, while Ning couldn't but offered her a kiss—that's another story.

This shows what it takes to pick up girls? "

There are beauties in books"—congratulations, you got it right! Picking up girls isn't all about money; it's about one's cultural refinement.

Damn, we're not about bigger penises, we're about higher education!

Having been refused a kiss by Luo Xiaoyan's head still turned away, Boss Qiu was visibly annoyed. Seeing that he was determined not to see Xiaoyan's face at all, he turned Luo Xiaoyan's body over, so she faced the mirror wall—leaving her completely naked face fully exposed before my eyes—and then he knelt behind her, inserting his large penis from behind…

Then Boss Qiu began to slowly, with a hint of enjoyment, and a wry smile, as if he hadn't managed to bite Xiaoyan's lips, he began to thrust.

Luo Xiaoyan's eyes remained closed, strangely quiet, letting Boss Qiu's thick penis churn inside her, letting her beautiful breasts bounce like balloons in the air from the storm of thrusting behind her. Aside from muffled breathing coming from the speakers on the walls of the secret room, Luo Xiaoyan remained completely silent. This instantly reminded me of the heroic figures we learned about in our childhood textbooks.

Liu Hulan?

That's wrong, it's Qiu Shaoyun.

I watched almost numbly as Boss Qiu thrust into Luo Xiaoyan from behind. Every time Luo Xiaoyan's body trembled with the rhythm of Boss Qiu's huge glans, it was like a whip lashing my heart.

Even though the scene before me was visually stimulating and lewd, such a beautiful woman, whom I had already realized I had truly fallen in love with, was being penetrated by a huge penis, at this moment, the cuckolded Ning Zhufu felt no excitement whatsoever. At this moment, even the young Ning Zhufu seemed to have grown up and become sensible, not jumping around shamelessly at all

. Because in the process so far, I discovered two facts that pierced my heart like needles: even though Luo Xiaoyan had offered her most private body to receive another man's penis, from beginning to end, Luo Xiaoyan did not let Boss Qiu kiss her lips even once. Of course, Xiaoyan knew that a kiss was the closest distance to a woman's heart—this made me feel that the "I love you" Luo Xiaoyan said to me, echoing in my ears, was so real.

Then, throughout the entire process, with the man and woman making love so intimately, Luo Xiaoyan and Boss Qiu didn't exchange a single word. It was almost like they were just going through the motions of a routine. How could Luo Xiaoyan, or any other woman, possibly experience any pleasure?

At this point, the absurd and ridiculous plot of this live sex show was no longer important. All I knew was that my dear Xiaoyanzi was truly unhappy in this seemingly forced act of sex.

I was heartbroken. I didn't know what Boss Qiu wanted me to see tonight. Was it just to see Xiaoyanzi's unhappiness, and that he had slept with the young girl but hadn't even gotten a kiss?

In my boundless sorrow, I didn't know when Boss Qiu finished. I only felt him let out a long, muffled groan, then his body convulsed violently before he collapsed onto Luo Xiaoyan.

Just like that, this live sex show abruptly ended with Boss Qiu's long, muffled groan…

But that night, this mysterious mountain villa trip was far from over.

About half an hour later, Dao Ba led me to a small reception room, where Boss Qiu, looking slightly tired, waited for me with neat posture. There, I knew Boss Qiu would tell me the answer I'd always wanted to know.

"You win, Boss Qiu. You're no stranger to real estate; this villa is quite an eye-opener."

Having just sat down, still immersed in grief, I had no energy for further beating around the bush and went straight to the point.

"Where did I win?"

Boss Qiu lit a cigar, his tone as unhurried as ever. "Besides, I didn't build this villa myself; I bought it from someone else. As for why they built this secret room with hidden mechanisms, I honestly don't know."

"Hmph, what's the difference?"

I sneered. "I mean, if you only came here to humiliate me, then you really won."

"Mr. Nan, you misunderstand."

Boss Qiu paused for a moment, then said in a self-deprecating tone, "Actually, you're the winner."

"What do you mean?"

"Hehe, sorry brother, I've made a fool of myself today, but I invited you to watch this...erotic performance. Actually, I'm not a pervert, I just want you to understand how different it is when Luo Xiaoyan makes love to me compared to when she makes love to you. Although I haven't seen you with Xiaoyan, I know that Luo Xiaoyan definitely wouldn't be like this with you. To be honest, I admit I really like Xiaoyan, but making love with her is..."

Boss Qiu paused, but still mustered the courage to finish his sentence, "...like a dead fish, as you can see. I'm very sad."

"Then what do you want?"

"I don't want anything, my analysis is, she's always had you in her heart, how can I let her have a happy smile for me in bed?"

The quick-witted Ning Zhufu suddenly understood. Boss Qiu's painstaking efforts to prevent Luo Xiaoyan from seeing Ning Zhufu were actually for this seemingly absurd reason: "You mean, you want to win Luo Xiaoyan's heart, so you don't want her to see me?"

"Pretty much, that's the gist of it,"

Boss Qiu sighed, continuing, "I don't actually crave Xiao Yan's heart. I just hope to have a passionate, fulfilling love affair with the woman I like—what you scholars say, a love affair that brings joy to everyone."

Boss Qiu's answer genuinely surprised me. It was such a normal dream, yet sometimes it seemed forever unattainable—and in fact, Boss Qiu's thoughts were far more nuanced than I imagined, not at all like the rough-and-tumble person he portrayed himself to be.

Although Boss Qiu's words had slightly softened my hostility towards this powerful figure, the fundamental conflict remained unresolved. I still wanted to get to the bottom of the truth, so I continued firmly, "Heh, Boss Qiu, you have a refined taste. Alright, I don't want to say anything else. By what right do you prevent her from associating with me? Husband? Or boyfriend? What methods did you use to win her over?"

I relentlessly pressed him with questions, still grieving over Luo Xiaoyan's situation, seemingly forgetting that I was in someone else's villa in the middle of nowhere, constantly putting myself in danger.

Perhaps it was the sharp and jarring word "lie" that provoked Boss Qiu, whose expression turned somewhat angry. Seeing his embarrassed tone, he muttered, "Nobody's ever talked to me like that!"

"I said it, so what?" This time, Ning Zhufu completely exploded, his fearless and stubborn temper flaring up instantly. He almost stood up as he spoke, "I said it, so what? You want to mess with me? You wanted to teach me a lesson, didn't you? Come on! Come on!"

"Teach you a lesson?"

Boss Qiu's expression suddenly shifted from anger to surprise. "Who...who told you I wanted to teach you a lesson?"

"Who told you is none of your business,"

I continued, my blood boiling, "By asking this, you're admitting it happened?"

"Hehe, I knew it was Tingting,"

Boss Qiu pondered for a moment, then suddenly spoke with certainty, "No one else would tip you off. That girl really has a sense of justice, just like her father! A few days ago, she righteously warned me that if I did anything to you, she would disown me. Hehe, besides, Mr. Nan, you're overthinking it. I never intended to do anything to you from the beginning."

"Ah?"

Now it was Ning's turn to gape in surprise. "Are you serious?"

"Yes!"

Boss Qiu said with an unquestionable tone.

"Why? Didn't that guy surnamed Feng threaten you by not giving you a loan?"

I couldn't believe my ears and continued to ask with a hint of unease.

"No reason needed, I never betray my brothers. Although we're... rivals in love regarding Luo Xiaoyan, let's keep things separate. I've always considered you a brother."

Damn, this is what true brotherhood is! Boss Qiu's unexpected frankness about the Feng affair seems to have given the current stalemate regarding Luo Xiaoyan a 180-degree turn. At least, Boss Qiu's words stirred something within me. "So, what about your loan?"

"We'll see. Even the biggest hurdle has to be overcome, right?"

Boss Qiu said this so casually. I knew that the loan for the project Boss Qiu was about to start involved hundreds of millions of dollars. This was no joke.

He's so kind, how could I be unjust? I suddenly quickly came up with a perfect solution: one that would satisfy Boss Qiu, not affect his loan plans, and prevent that Feng kid from succeeding.

But right now, the most urgent matter is dealing with Xiao Yanzi's situation, so I won't mention the immortal's brilliant plan to Boss Qiu here. I quickly expressed my apologies, saying, "I'm sorry, I acted impulsively just now and said some harsh things. I didn't expect Boss Qiu to be so loyal. I'm truly grateful for your leniency in helping me with the matter over there. I will definitely repay you in the future. I just want to ask, what exactly is your relationship with Luo Xiaoyan? Are you going to marry her, Boss Qiu? If so, I know what to do."

"Hehehe, it's not about repaying. I have my own principles. As for Xiaoyan, I would like to marry her, but I know she's a very proud girl. It would be a waste for her to be with a roughneck like me. I just like her now, really. I'm just an ordinary old man who has fallen for this girl."

I never expected that the famous Boss Qiu could say such humble words.

"Then why did Luo Xiaoyan agree..."

I couldn't find the right words and stammered.

"You mean why she agreed to sleep with me, right?"

Boss Qiu took over the conversation.

"Yes, that's right."

"Luo Xiaoyan isn't really the kind of girl who's driven by money. If you really tried to bribe her, that wouldn't work. But this whole thing really started because of money. Now that things have come to this, I have nothing to hide. Here's what happened: Luo Xiaoyan has a half-brother who got into trouble and needs a large sum of money."

"What happened?"

My heart skipped a beat.

"How? He's swindling several million. If he doesn't cover this debt, his life is over."

"So, you mean you covered the debt?"

"Yes, and while he was escaping from loan sharks, he injured one of their men. The gangsters threatened to break his leg, and I stepped in and settled things."

Boss Qiu said calmly.

"So, Luo Xiaoyan's actions towards you are a way of repaying a debt of gratitude?"

I suddenly felt a pang of sadness for myself. I kept calling her "my dear Xiaoyan," but where was I when she truly needed help? I was completely unaware of such a significant matter. Besides, even if I had known, could I have pulled out millions like the wealthy Boss Qiu? Could I have dealt with the loan sharks like he did?

I never imagined that Xiaoyan's unspeakable suffering was such a heavy cross she carried.

"Repaying a debt of gratitude? Both, I suppose. In this matter, I admit I'm not noble either. I'm just an ordinary person, a man with emotions and desires. I haven't gotten over that hurdle, and now it seems I also took advantage of her vulnerability. It wasn't right. I still can't quite let go of what happened between Xiaoyan and me. But I really do like this girl so much."

Then Boss Qiu gave a bitter laugh, "And the one she likes is you, the talented scholar from Nanjing University."

Hearing Boss Qiu say he wasn't noble, I felt that Boss Qiu's image had never been so lofty as it was today.

"Don't belittle me, Boss Qiu. I understand now. Actually, you have more reason to like her than I do. Xiao Yan is truly a good girl. Okay, I have to take my leave today. I'll find Xiao Yan and have a good talk with her."

This sudden turn of events left me somewhat bewildered. I still felt that a proper conversation with Luo Xiao Yan was the prerequisite for everything. Therefore, I intentionally or unintentionally left my words to Boss Qiu, leaving room for multiple interpretations.

What conflict can't be resolved peacefully?

Just before leaving, I asked, "Oh, I forgot to tell you, you brought her to such a gloomy place to make love. Do you think the young girl would be too busy to even have time for romance?"

Then I saw Boss Qiu looking stunned by my words.

The next day, my wife sent a text message from America as agreed, letting me know she was safe. Besides mentioning the fatigue of the journey, she didn't say much else. This trip still had a long way to go; there was plenty of time to hear about my wife's experiences in America.

As evening approached, Zeng Daxia, who was always elusive, unexpectedly called.

"Alone? Haven't eaten yet?"

It had been so long since I'd heard Zeng Daxia's booming voice; it was actually quite soothing.

"Yeah, no."

I answered honestly, I was worried about how to eat by myself.

"Come over to my place, I made a few dishes."

"Huh, did the sun rise in the west today?"

"Tch, did you think I was being obnoxious? Wait, I'll forward you a text message your wife sent me before she went to America."

Then Zeng Meimei hung up and sent the text message. I almost burst out laughing when I saw it, and then a wave of overwhelming emotion washed over me—no, an endless ocean of gratitude.

The text message read: "Meimei, I'm going to America for over ten days. My husband, oh no, your Comrade Lu Gong, you have to take good care of him, okay?"

Then Zeng Meimei called and continued her nagging: "See? Now you know how much your wife cares about you. Hurry up and come over if you haven't eaten."

That's when my mischievous side kicked in: "Just for a meal? We agreed last time, weren't we going to 'prank' you?"

This Zeng hero didn't mince words, replying in a crisp and charming voice: "Tch, who pranks whom is still uncertain."

Chapter 61: Lu Gong's Zeng Mansion Prank Memoir

I really didn't expect that during my wife's trip to America, besides allowing me to go see Xiao Yanzi, she would also be so thoughtful as to entrust me to Zeng hero under the identity of Lu Gong. Who is Lu Gong? Let me put it this way, if Master Zeng just calls for a meal and leaves, then I'm just a stay-at-home husband. But if calling for a meal also includes some... well, you know, after-dinner activities with Master Zeng, a little exchange of bedroom skills, hehe, then I become Lu Gong. Seriously

, Ning Hui calling me Master Zeng "your Lu Gong" in her text message really cracked me up. Now my wife has not only completely mastered the art of romance and flirting, but she's also adept at using stay-at-home husband banter. Her sense of humor is skyrocketing!

Then, unable to contain my excitement, I sent my wife a text message to express my deepest gratitude for Comrade Lu Gong.

The text message read: "Hero Zeng invited Lu Gong to her house for dinner. Comrade Lu Gong expresses his deepest gratitude to his wife!"

Because of the time difference, Ning Hui should still be enjoying her morning dreams on the other side of the Pacific. I thought my wife wouldn't reply, but unexpectedly, just a few minutes later, her text message actually traveled across the ocean! Just five words plus a radiant smiley face, making me incredibly happy!

My wife said, "Hmph, you wish!"

I quickly drove to Zeng's mansion. Soon, the car entered the city's largest affluent area, where Zeng's mansion was located. Not only were the roads wide and tree-lined everywhere, but there were also numerous 4S stores for various high-end cars, supermarkets of several major international brands, and pet shops everywhere—it was practically as crowded as our local food stalls!

What's most infuriating is that this mahjong parlor, which is supposed to be a mahjong parlor, has taken on a name that sounds like "Blue House"—"Blue House Chess and Card Club." Doesn't it know that "Blue House" is the presidential residence of South Korea?

It's like South Koreans naming a barbecue restaurant "Zhongnanhai" (the central government compound in South Korea).

Seriously, what kind of effect is that? The owner of this Blue House mahjong parlor is truly ingenious.

I've visited the Zeng family mansion a few times with my wife before, so I quickly found myself in front of it, holding a bottle of red wine. Foreigners often bring a bottle of wine as a gift when visiting friends, but I'm not just trying to be sophisticated; I genuinely wanted some wine.

Why wine? Well, you know why.

The moment the door to the Zeng mansion opened, a blindingly bright light flashed through, making my eyes dizzy. Zeng Daxia, wearing what looked like pajamas or something else entirely, came out to open the door. The camisole had a huge oversized boob, revealing half of Zeng Meimei's two high, white D-cup breasts. The dazzling white light almost made me drop my bottle.

The thin, egg-like camisole perfectly outlined Zeng Meimei's voluptuous yet not greasy, full yet not overflowing figure, highlighting her curves and creating two round, alluring nipples. Looking at those two enormous, flashlight-like protrusions, I instantly felt my mouth go dry and my throat parched.

Seeing me standing there dumbfounded, staring at her chest, Zeng Meimei quickly came over and grabbed my hand, then smiled sweetly at me: "Are you stunned? Come in, haven't seen this before?"

As soon as Zeng Meimei pulled me into the room, she snuggled up to me. This girl had some perfume on her body and some face cream on her face, the scent was just right—alluring but not overpowering. Before I could even smell the food on the dinner table tonight, this slutty girl, who was known for her irresistible allure, had already made herself into a delicious and visually appealing dish.

Zeng Mei snuggled into my arms, her fair arms, as white and tender as peeled pears, wrapped around my neck. She said in a sweet, coquettish voice, "Gong—did you miss me?"

Did you hear that? She called me "Gong"? Anyone who didn't know better would think she was calling me "husband." This girl is so damn good at this! And she deliberately dragged out the last syllable of "Gong," making my bones melt.

After saying that, she half-closed her eyes and brought her plump, fragrant lips to my mouth, as if to bite me. Just as I was about to open my mouth to cover hers, I suddenly came to my senses. We're in Zeng's mansion! Zeng didn't say her husband wasn't home!

So, Ning the cook—no, Lu Gong—quickly scanned the room with his eyes, only to find that the huge living room was completely empty except for Zeng.

"Hey, what are you looking at so suspiciously?"

Zeng Meimei waved her hand in front of my face.

"Where...where's your husband?"

I asked in a low voice.

"What? Afraid of him? You're just here for the ride? You dare to try and pick up someone else's wife without even having the guts?"

Zeng Meimei insulted me in a nonchalant tone.

"I have the guts, but I'm new here, I haven't even paid my respects to your husband yet, so I can't be too presumptuous."

I said cautiously.

Damn, this Lu Gong is too funny, he even remembers to pay his respects to the husband before sleeping with someone else's wife, this kid is too polite.

"He's not here, so I'm the one who's here."

Zeng Meimei said domineeringly.

Then her fragrant lips were on mine again, and before I could even open my mouth, she bit my lip, then her tongue darted into my mouth like a snake and stirred around.

Zeng Meimei's wet tongue entered my mouth and I sucked on it. I felt the saliva with a faint plum flavor melt in my mouth like ice cream—this girl must have just eaten plums. Plums are the best snack for women, nine out of ten women eat them—instantly, the dryness in my mouth caused by seeing Zeng Meimei's D-cup breasts showing through her white cleavage when I entered the room was completely wiped away. I don't know if this dryness came from the plums that are naturally thirst-quenching, or from the refreshing fragrance of her breath.

After not seeing each other for a few days, Zeng Meimei gave Ning Zhufu—oh no, I mean her Gong—a sweet and fragrant plum-flavored saliva as a greeting gift. I even managed to smack that saliva with that signature, irresistibly seductive vibe. This was something no mortal could withstand! I instantly felt like my whole body had turned into a piece of soft, bone-melting flesh, completely subdued by this vixen.

At this point, Lu Gong no longer cared about paying respects to her husband. If he couldn't be a polite adulterer, he'd be a lewd one. So, I fiercely sucked on Zeng Meimei's slippery tongue—of course, it was hard to say who was sucking whom, because Zeng Meimei's wanton tongue was now intertwined with mine, and she was making smacking sounds of ecstasy.

This plum-flavored kiss tasted really good.

The wine in my hand had either been carelessly placed there by me or by Zeng Meimei somewhere, which gave me the perfect opportunity to lift Zeng Meimei's ample and shapely buttocks. Zeng Meimei didn't hesitate; she lifted her feet off the ground, then smoothly clamped her legs around my waist, plopping herself down on the chair I was holding. Her incredibly soft and supple, alluring flesh was now firmly pressed against me.

Damn, this flesh is fucking heavy!

But the thought that I was holding the ultimate beauty that so many men dreamed of but couldn't obtain, the Nimitz-class aircraft carrier of women, immediately gave me a surge of innate pride. My male hormones surged, and I felt an inexhaustible energy to transform the alluring, seductive flesh in front of me into a gentle breeze and fine rain... Then, holding

this seductive flesh, our flesh intertwined tightly, our tongues still sticking together, fluttering on the living room sofa, my hand then slipped down her round, plump buttocks and into Zeng Meimei's camisole... I thought I could at least feel a piece of fabric between this girl's legs. I was originally planning to try something subtle to attract this slut, but I didn't expect that my hand would directly hit a dense clump of fine, curly hair and plump, petal-like soft flesh.

Holy crap, this slut isn't even wearing underwear!

A woman dresses up for her lover, and our hero Zeng is so devoted to her lover that she doesn't even wear underwear! Look at the dish she prepared for her Gong! It completely blows away any Manchu Han Imperial Feast.

I almost had a nosebleed right then and there, my brow furrowed, and my penis instantly stood up through my pants.

Zeng Meimei immediately noticed the change in my expression, knowing that her Gong hadn't quite recovered from the surprise of wanting to touch her romantic panties but instead touching her brazen little pussy. So she gave Lu Gong a seemingly calm but radiantly charming face.

She even deliberately said in a coquettish voice to flirt with her Gong: "Hehe, what's going on?"

When Zeng Meimei spoke, her eyes narrowed into slits, and her charming smile created two dimples that could hold two ounces of wine. Then…then I realized I hadn’t even moved, yet my hand was already trapped between Zeng Meimei’s smooth thighs, and I could feel two warm labia wriggling and grinding against my hand…

I was trying to touch her, but now her vagina was grinding against me. Suddenly, I remembered what Zeng Daxia said on the phone: “Who will be the one to seduce whom is still uncertain.”

He wasn’t joking. Tell me, in this situation, who will be the one to seduce whom?

Zeng Daxia, do you think you can get away with this by seducing someone to death without criminal liability? My wife will still be demanding compensation from you, huh? The situation was making my nose bleed; I was just one step away from spitting it out. Little Lu Gong was also jumping around happily, looking on with envy and jealousy at the hand being ground against Zeng Daxia’s vagina, eager to jump out of his pants and crawl under her bare legs for a glimpse of her.

Come to think of it, having your hand inside someone's vagina is just a side job; having your dick there is the real business.

But unexpectedly, just as I was about to pull down my pants to let my impatient little Lu Gong get out and move around, a voice came, startling Lu Gong so much that he didn't know where to go. Little Lu Gong was so frightened that he went limp, turning from a barely erect figure into a cowardly turtle!

A man's voice came from somewhere: "Meimei, he hasn't arrived yet? I've already prepared the dishes, it's time to eat." Holy

crap, so this heroine Zeng's husband is home, and he's busy preparing dinner in the kitchen right now.

At that moment, I didn't just have a nosebleed, I was drenched in sweat. I quickly shoved the half-exposed Lu Gong's head back into my pants, my hand, still damp with the sweet scent of perfume, swiftly withdrawing from under Zeng Meimei. Then, I separated my tongue from Zeng Meimei's, pulling my body, which had been resting on her flesh, up...

All these actions were completed instinctively in a split second! I honestly hadn't considered what it meant to have my hand inside someone's wife's vagina, my body on top of her, kissing and smacking my lips, while simultaneously saying "how are you!" to her husband

. Even if I were an adulterer, I wouldn't be this shameless.

Then, barely daring to breathe, I stammered to Zeng Meimei, "You...you said your husband wasn't home, right?"

Zeng Meimei, still oblivious, giggled. Seeing me get up, she also got up, sat down, straightened her clothes, and said as if nothing had happened, "Tch, when I said he wasn't home, I meant he wasn't in the living room."

Holy crap!

A moment later, Zeng Meimei's husband came out of the kitchen carrying several dishes. Upon seeing this, Zeng Meimei quickly went to the dining room to prepare the tableware.

Xiong Xiong, Zeng Meimei's husband, looked younger than his actual age. He was tall and sturdy, and his features initially appeared honest and simple, but upon closer inspection, a cleverness shone through. He greeted me with a knowing smile, followed by a warm exchange of pleasantries, before inviting me to the table.

Zeng Meimei took out three glasses, opened the bottle of red wine I had brought, and poured it into each. This time, she was quite well-behaved, sitting with her husband on one side of the long dining table, while I naturally sat on the other.

"Meimei mentioned it on the spur of the moment, so I didn't prepare much, just a few simple dishes. Please don't be shy,"

Xiong Xiong said politely, behaving like a true host.

"Hehe, times have changed, now it's all about men cooking. I never expected Brother Xiong to be so virtuous at home, Meimei, you're so lucky to have such a husband."

I expressed my true feelings. You know, these days, while men are busy preparing meals for their wives and lovers in the kitchen, women are flirting and being intimate with their lovers. If a woman doesn't have a husband like that, what is?

"Hahaha, that's right, I'm extremely happy, thank you, husband."

Zeng Meimei's face was indeed beaming with happiness. She leaned against her husband, wrapped her arms around Xiong Xiong's arm, and acted like a spoiled little woman. Then, in a sweet, gentle voice, she said, "My happiness is your happiness, right, husband?"

After saying that, she even gave Xiong Xiong a crisp kiss on the cheek right in front of me.

Xiong Xiong chuckled憨厚ly, then raised his wine glass to me, a half-smile on his face, and said, "Hehe, should I call you Brother Ning or Brother Lu?" Wow

, this seemingly simple-minded Brother Xiong is actually quite shrewd!

"Hehe, either way is fine. I have many names, but my original surname is Nan. After I got married, I took my wife's surname. As for Lu Gong, it's all just a joke."

I quickly laughed it off.

"Call me Brother Lu,"

Zeng Daxia chimed in with a grin, "Once you're in my house, what else should you call me but Lu Gong?"

At this point, everyone understood the implication. The three of us exchanged smiles, then raised our glasses together, the atmosphere cheerful and slightly ambiguous as we downed our first drink.

"Brother Ning, oh no, Brother Lu,"

Xiong Xiong said, seemingly deliberately mispronouncing the name to keep everyone in suspense, eliciting smiles from everyone. He then continued, "We have wine at home, it's too kind of you to bring more. I originally said I'd open a bottle of good wine, but Mei Mei told me Brother Lu would be angry with me if I didn't drink yours, so I had no choice but to obey. This drinking session was arranged beforehand, right? I felt so close to Brother Lu today. A thousand cups are not enough when drinking with a bosom friend. Come on, let's have another drink."

This seemingly simple and honest Xiong Xiong was surprisingly quick-witted. He persuaded them to drink the second cup.

At this rate, one bottle of wine wouldn't be enough.

"Hehe, this bottle of wine was also a gift from a foreign friend. It's genuine Chilean red wine, very good. I'm fortunate to have a drink with Brother Xiong today, and we hit it off immediately. Besides, Meimei and Ninghui are like sisters, it would be against all reason if we weren't brothers."

Then I raised my third glass with Xiong Xiong. Drinking like this, we turned the red wine into strong liquor.

At this moment, Zeng Meimei was sipping her wine slowly, her eyes alluring and her smile radiant, watching the two men in front of her, who were chatting and drinking intimately. One of these men was her husband, and the other… her Gong. This girl must be thinking, what would it be like if she could embrace both of these men?

Right, Master Zeng?

I was engrossed in my conversation with Xiong Xiong and didn't notice that although Zeng Meimei was leaning intimately against her husband, her eyes were fixed on me with a burning intensity. Her face, flushed slightly from the wine, was deliberately flushed, making her incredibly charming.

Suddenly, I felt something soft slowly climbing up my leg. At first, I thought it was one of the cats or dogs in the Zeng mansion, and I instinctively jerked my leg. I didn't hear any meows or barks; the thing continued its persistent climb, getting higher and higher, until I suddenly realized what it was!

I quickly looked over at Zeng Meimei, only to see her burning gaze fixed on me, as if she wanted to melt me. Then, she slightly parted her lips, gently touching the rim of her wine glass, and with a slight lift of her hand, let some of the red liquid roll into her mouth. She then licked her lips with the tip of her tongue, her eyes half-closed in a hazy, alluring way—a posture that exuded irresistible charm and indescribable allure!

Then I felt something climbing up my legs from under the table, now reaching between my thighs! And accurately, it grabbed my penis in my pocket!

Holy crap! It was Zeng Meimei's foot reaching out from under the table! Then, then Zeng Meimei's toes began to skillfully rub, knead, and tease my poor little penis through my pants…

The space under the table was hollow, providing ample room for Zeng Meimei to do this. And since the table was solid wood and covered with a tablecloth, there was absolutely no view of what was happening under the table.

Meanwhile, under the table, Zeng Meimei was orchestrating a truly alluring scene. Sitting right next to her, her body pressed against the woman's husband's nose, she was extending a leg to tease another man's penis. This girl was incredibly

reckless. After a few rounds of drinks, I was already burning with desire, and this girl's antics had spurred me on. Little Lu Gong, who had been cowering in fear, now had a chance to frolic. With a muffled sigh only he could hear, he stretched his body to its limit.

This stretch brought him complete and utter pleasure—and inevitably, I got hard!

Then, Zeng Meimei's toes began to rub and wriggle against my penis through my pants, sending waves of intense pleasure through me.

Soon, even through my pants—though I was only wearing thin casual pants in this sweltering heat—my penis was already red and hard as iron from Zeng Meimei's seemingly sentient toes rubbing it. I was on the verge of ejaculating.

To make matters worse, Xiong Xiong suddenly brought up a completely unrelated topic: if the US helped Japan fight for the Diaoyu Islands, could we win? Damn it

, I had to endure this girl's toes rubbing my penis under the table while simultaneously discussing this complex issue involving politics, military affairs, economics, and diplomacy with her husband.

The pleasure was still overwhelming, and my face turned bright red, partly from the alcohol and partly from Zeng Meimei's skillful toes. If I hadn't been drinking, I wouldn't know how I got that liver-colored face.

I could gradually hear the faint, muffled breathing emanating from my chest, while Xiong Xiong, seemingly looking at me but not at me, passionately expounded his views. This guy was a military enthusiast and a tech geek; he had brought out and discussed every single advanced weapon in the arsenal of our PLA Navy, Air Force, and Second Artillery Corps. Damn it, next he was going to analyze the US and Japan—when would that ever end?

Meanwhile, Zeng Meimei's toes under the table showed no sign of stopping. She wouldn't stop until she'd made some noise with Lu Gong—oh, I misspoke, she wouldn't stop kicking him. She seemed to be thoroughly enjoying watching the pitiful Lu Gong being tormented by her toes, as she sipped her wine, then deliberately licked her lips with a seductive, irresistible gesture.

I couldn't take the stimulation anymore. Even if the pleasure was followed by death, damn it, I'd rather die. Even though this whole "foot fight" was clearly a case of me getting humiliated again, I'd accept it. But since

you insisted on making a scene and subduing Little Lu Gong, I'll just give in to you, Master Zeng. So, I took the initiative to speak, reciting a famous quote from General Liang Guanglie to divert this girl's husband's attention—"In the first island chain, the People's Liberation Army fears no opponent!"—while secretly reaching under the table, quickly unzipping my pants, grabbing Zeng Meimei's foot and pulling it into my crotch. Now, only a thin layer of cotton underwear separated us. I pressed Zeng Meimei's toes tightly against my erect penis, my legs clamping tightly around the foot that was giving me uncontrollable pleasure, actively guiding it to massage my shaft. Zeng Meimei also cooperated very obediently, rubbing my penis vigorously as if she were flooring the accelerator.

Instantly, the pleasure in my penis surged to its peak, followed by an uncontrollable throbbing of blood throughout my body. I tried my best to keep this throbbing from being noticed, and then, *splash*, I ejaculated through my underwear onto Zeng Meimei's feet…

While ejaculating, perhaps due to the overwhelming pleasure and stimulation, I felt my consciousness blurring. I only saw this girl give me a seductive smile as I ejaculated, while her husband was still rambling on about the merits and demerits of the American army…

It took a while for Zeng Meimei to release her foot and slide it away, leaving me with a sticky puddle in my underwear.

By the time dinner was over, I had mostly calmed down. Zeng Meimei was busy helping her husband clear the dishes, while I sat on the living room sofa, slowly savoring the thrilling sensation of Zeng Meimei's feet. Even though my crotch was sticky, that ejaculation was truly breathtaking, and of course, incredibly stimulating. I had no way of knowing the whole story, whether Xiong Xiong knew or not what happened under the table.

A little while later, the couple finished tidying up, and I was wondering what kind of entertainment Zeng Daxia was going to bring to Lu Gong, when Xiong Xiong, after quickly getting dressed, said to me as if he was about to leave, "Brother Lu, you stay home, Meimei will chat with you a bit longer. I have to go out and take care of something, I'll be back soon."

Then Xiong Xiong gave his wife a deep, meaningful look, smiled at me, and left.

Now, only Zeng Daxia and her… Gong were truly left in the room.

"Hey, weren't you going to have a threesome with your husband? Why is everyone gone?"

Seeing that her husband was gone, I became audacious, pulled Zeng Meimei into my lap, and said with a wicked grin.

"Tch, a threesome, huh!"

Zeng Meimei giggled at me. "You looked like you'd been scared out of your wits just now."

"Sigh, I didn't know your husband's condition, how could I dare to do anything reckless?"

Zeng Daxia suddenly looked at me with tender eyes and said, "Gong, just now, wasn't it exciting?"

Damn, that sweet Gong is back again. "Damn, that was so exciting! You're such a... slut! Even your toes can make a man feel this good, you're a master of hidden weapons all over your body."

"Hehehe, then quickly massage my feet, they're so sore right now."

Zeng Meimei stretched out the foot that had been under my crotch and placed it in front of me, pouting and speaking to me in a coquettish tone, half pleading and half commanding.

Looking at those beautiful feet that had just sent me to heaven, I felt a surge of gratitude. I quickly took the hero's feet in my hands and gently massaged them. Each of Zeng's toes was meticulously cared for, as delicate and round as a peeled bamboo shoot, and incredibly fleshy.

This instantly made me lose my composure, and half out of gratitude and half out of desire, I carefully pried open each of the five delicate toes, starting with the big toe, and began to suck on them one by one.

Zeng Meimei probably didn't expect me to have this trick up my sleeve. As soon as I started sucking on the second toe, she began to moan loudly, "Mmm, so good, mmm, so good. Do you lick your... Ning Hui's toes like this too?"

"Mmm, of course,"

I mumbled, my mouth still full of Zeng Meimei's toes.

"Oh, oh, I can't take it... Gong—carry me inside, into the bedroom and fuck me, hurry up and carry me to fuck me! Fuck me!"

Zeng Meimei's voice was already sweet, but when she started moaning in spring, it was damn sweet to death.

"Is your pussy itchy?"

Now it was my turn to torture this slut. So I deliberately teased her like this.

"Mmm, it itches."

Zeng Meimei started to writhe all over.

"Where does it itch?"

I asked deliberately.

"My pussy, my pussy itches."

"Is it wet?"

"Mmm, it's...it's wet."

"Then let me touch it,"

I quickly used my hand to lift up Zeng Meimei's suspenders to reveal her hairy, tender lower body...

Damn, it really was wet! There seemed to be some crystal dew on the fine, curly, dark hair between her legs, and then I reached my hand towards this girl's thick-skinned, tender secret hole, and immediately my hand was wet and sticky.

"Then beg me to fuck you?"

I continued sucking on her toes, while my hand gently teased the entrance to Zeng Meimei's honey hole.

"Mmm, fuck me, please—please, fuck me, fuck me!"

Zeng Meimei's voice began to tremble, her body clinging to me like an octopus.

"Where do you want me to fuck you?"

"Fuck my pussy, fuck my pussy!"

Zeng Meimei almost screamed.

I didn't dare to delay this time, and quickly picked up Zeng Meimei's already lewd and lustful white flesh and ran towards the bedroom...

As soon as I entered, a scene that made my lust go wild came into view: above the bed of the couple was a huge photo that looked like a wedding photo. Having sex with someone's wife on their wedding bed, under their wedding photos, is exciting enough, but the problem is, that wedding photo is actually a nude photo—the couple took it outdoors in a place full of flowers, both completely naked, embracing each other, only their poses and hand placement cleverly covering their most sensitive parts.

Holy crap, wedding photos are taken like this?! I quickly leaned close to Zeng Meimei and whispered, "Wow! Your wedding photos are so wild!"

Unexpectedly, the lecherous Zeng Meimei couldn't resist making a few suggestive remarks about the photos: "The photos are cool, right? Sometime, I'll introduce you to the photographer, and you and Ning Hui can get a set taken too!"

"Is the photographer male or female?"

I asked quickly.

"Male,"

Zeng Meimei answered calmly.

"Then…during the photoshoot, did the male photographer see your whole body?"

I asked, my voice trembling with excitement.

"Yeah, otherwise how can we take pictures? Nude photos, okay?"

"You saw every detail and part of her body?"

"Hehe, pretty much."

This Zeng Daxia is going to keep teasing me relentlessly.

Now I'm not calm anymore. The thought of taking a picture with my wife, with a male photographer standing in front of me, and him posing my naked wife like this and that—what the hell?

So, Little Lu Gong, oh wait, I was thinking about my wife, it should be Little Ning's husband, haha, suddenly had a jolt! So, now, with this dreamlike lustful fantasy, with Zeng Meimei's body twisting in a lewd manner beneath me, I was instantly aroused, my blood boiling. In a few quick movements, I took off my clothes, and then, without even bothering to take off the suspenders that Zeng Daxia was wearing, I just tore them open, revealing her already wet and slutty pussy, and with my cock raised high again, I thrust it in!

"Ah, ah!" This time, Zeng Meimei almost opened her throat and groaned. Her legs, spread wide like the Chinese character for "eight," wrapped around my waist, her body twisting violently beneath me.

Now, Xiao Lu Gong had truly penetrated Zeng Meimei's now flooded cunt, and he was incredibly smug, thrusting with tremendous force, showing utmost dedication and skill in his work. Perhaps because he had just ejaculated, he wasn't as sensitive, and the force of my thrusts became even more intense than usual. Zeng Meimei seemed to be doing this

on purpose tonight, letting out all sorts of lewd moans and cries as I thrust into her. She was nothing like a well-educated lady! She was yelling things like "Big cock fucking my cunt," "I'll fuck you to death, you little slut," and "Darling, darling," one wave after another. At first, I could understand that "Gong" was calling me, but later it became unclear whether it was "Gong" or "husband," all just a jumbled mess of sounds. In the time it takes to smoke half a cigarette, Zeng Meimei's first orgasm came crashing down on me like a tidal wave, accompanied by her lewd words. Her screams seemed to shatter my eardrums.

Miraculously, even though Zeng Meimei's orgasm was as fierce as a storm, and her vagina was writhing against my penis with unprecedented frenzy, Little Lu Gong remained completely unmoved, not ejaculating!

Damn, I never thought I'd have a day like this! So Little Lu Gong started frolicking even more wildly in Zeng Meimei's vagina. Then I flipped Zeng Meimei over and made her climb onto the bed, her plump, white buttocks facing me—it's said that doing this to a woman gives a man a tremendous sense of accomplishment—and that's exactly what I was doing, fucking, and pounding into this insanely slutty Zeng Meimei—the Nimitz of sluts!

Zeng Meimei continued her carefree moaning, almost every thrust of mine sending her into a frenzy of moaning and groaning, seemingly incredibly excited. I felt even aphrodisiacs couldn't achieve this effect—it seemed Zeng Meimei was truly under the influence of her boyfriend's drug. This continued until my climax was almost here!

"Are you going to cum, darling? Give it to me! Give it to me! Cum inside, don't pull it out, darling, cum inside my pussy, definitely cum inside my pussy!"

Zeng Meimei suddenly cried out as I was about to pull the trigger, her pussy gripping me tightly as if afraid I'd pull my penis out.

Of course, I was incredibly excited, forgetting why this girl was so insistent on me performing an internal ejaculation.

Damn, internal ejaculation is fine, isn't it much more comfortable than external ejaculation?

The secret to being forced to ejaculate inside me today only became clear at the very last moment—so I sped up my thrusting, pounding and fucking faster and faster, making Zeng Meimei's buttocks tremble repeatedly, her D-cup breasts swinging wildly in front of her.

"Faster! Faster! Faster! I'm coming again, let's come together, okay? Gong—gong—let's come together, shoot inside my pussy! Come on! Gong—"

Zeng Meimei screamed almost hoarsely.

Such an intense scene was rare in my cunt-sucking career. That long, bone-melting "Gong" sound finally stimulated me to the point that I couldn't control myself. My penis was the trigger, and I pulled it. Everything ended in Zeng Meimei's second orgasm.

It's been a long time since I've ejaculated so intensely. Following Zeng Daxia's orders, I shot every last drop of my scalding semen into Zeng Meimei's equally scalding flower...

Then Zeng Meimei did something utterly baffling. She quickly lay flat on her back, having been lying on her stomach while I fucked her from behind, and covered her vaginal opening with one hand, as if afraid the semen I'd just ejaculated would spill out. Then, this girl shouted through the half-open bedroom door, "Come in, husband, come in and lick your wife's pussy! You love it! I know you love it when your wife's pussy is full of other men's semen. Your wife felt so good being fucked by Lu Gong's cock just now, and his semen is still inside my pussy! Come lick it, husband!"

Zeng Meimei shouted passionately, then gave me a charming smile.

What the hell? So, she insisted I perform an internal ejaculation for this?

Then I saw that the guy who had been squatting outside the bedroom door, peeping and eavesdropping on me having sex with his wife, crawl out from behind the door wearing only his underwear. He nodded at me with his usual憨厚 (honest and simple) expression, and then buried his face in his wife's open legs, sticking out his tongue to lick her vulva. Even though Zeng Meimei's vulva was full of my semen that I had just ejaculated, still warm from my body, this guy licked it without any restraint, sucking it with great relish!

As Zeng Meimei's vagina, mixed with her lover's semen, her own vaginal fluid, and her husband's saliva, was being passionately sucked by her husband, she gradually became aroused again. Seeing her legs tightly clamped around her husband's face, her moans began to rise again… This girl's moans even knew how to change their content, becoming: "Husband, ahh, you're licking so well, husband, are you enjoying it? My vagina felt so good being fucked by him! Husband, did he ejaculate a lot? Husband, does my vagina taste good after being ejaculated on by a man? Husband, do you like this?"

This situation left me stunned, frozen on the edge of the bed. Seeing me standing there, Zeng Meimei proactively pulled me closer, her lower body facing her face, and gently sucked on my still limp penis. Holy

crap, my penis was still covered in the semen I had just ejaculated on. So, these two were simultaneously consuming my semen? What kind of treatment is this?

Perhaps the scene was too damn stimulating, because in no time my dick was sucked hard again by Zeng Meimei. Zeng Meimei seemed to be nearing another climax, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she began another wave of wanton moans: "Husband, hurry! Husband, lick it all clean! Your wife feels so good, your wife is coming! Hurry!"

Then, our dear Zeng Meimei's legs convulsed violently, her mons pubis thrusting high, pressing tightly against her husband's mouth—finally, a nearly exhausted cry rang out, "Husband—!"

Another pleasurable climax erupted from this girl's body, into her husband's mouth…

After a while, when Zeng Meimei's body gradually calmed down, Brother Xiong got up from between his wife's legs, took some napkins to clean himself, and quietly left the room, smiling as he said to me, "Sorry to bother you, you two continue."

Holy crap!

"What... your husband went out?"

I asked awkwardly, still a little dazed.

"Yeah, never mind him, he... he just likes this kind of thing?"

Zeng Meimei said languidly, her body flushed with the alluring blush of a woman who had just experienced several orgasms.

"Likes what kind?"

"Just now, didn't you see it all?"

Zeng Meimei said to me hesitantly, her eyes filled with seductive charm.

Licking the lover's semen inside his wife's vagina? Holy crap, that's really hardcore, I can't do that yet. Then I sighed, look at how far she's gone with her cuckoldry!

Ning, you don't know until you compare, you're a far cry from him!

Now I finally understand. Xiong Xiong's excuse about going out was just a ruse, a scheme orchestrated by the couple. He'd been spying on me having sex with his wife the whole time. No wonder Zeng Daxia's moans were so unusually unrestrained today—she was deliberately making them for her husband to hear, then insisting I ejaculate inside her so her cuckold-crazed husband could lick a cunt saturated with his lover's semen…

Damn, I said I'd seduce Zeng Daxia, but now it's who's seduce whom? Turns out, I got seduce by the couple!

But this seduce experience, besides giving me immense respect for this cuckolded couple, especially Zeng's husband's unparalleled cuckoldry skills, also deeply moved me with their loving relationship. At the same time, this seduce experience at the Zeng mansion was a stimulating and exhilarating ordeal for me.

That night, Zeng Meimei wanted me to stay the night, saying she could sleep with me. I thought about it and declined. Comrade Lu Gong has already fulfilled his historical mission as the adulterer; shouldn't the rest of the time be left to the couple?

That night, it was evening in America, across the Atlantic. In a hotel, Ning Hui was struggling with her decision. Mr. Wang had just told her that he wanted her to come to his room at 9 pm to discuss the upcoming inspection tour. He explained that his speech at a business conference the next day had undergone some changes, and he needed to discuss translation with Ning Hui.

With the appointed time drawing closer, Ning Hui was torn about whether to go to Mr. Wang's room so late. Mr. Wang was staying in a single room, while Ning Hui was sharing a room with a female member of the same inspection team, around thirty years old.

Ning Hui hesitated, when the woman in her room, a rather attractive young woman, suddenly blurted out, "Hehe, Ning Hui, I think your boss, Mr. Wang, is quite interested in you."

This made Ning Hui's face flush red and then pale, and she became even more conflicted…

December 4th,

Chapter 62: Dream

The woman in Ning Hui's hotel room on this inspection tour had a rather vulgar name, Ou Meizhi. She came from a government department, held a deputy section chief position, was married, around thirty years old, and still quite attractive. Coincidentally, her role in the inspection tour was very similar to Ning Hui's; she was accompanying a high-ranking leader from that government department, essentially the same kind of figure as Mr. Wang from Ning Hui's company—this trend is really bad, when do leaders go on official business abroad and always bring a beautiful female subordinate?

Ning Hui was somewhat annoyed by her earlier remark that President Wang had a bit of a thing for her, but she couldn't show it—Ning Hui's heart skipped a beat. Had she really seen through him? Or was she just making trouble for no reason, being a woman who liked to bite her tongue?

The problem was, with this man who had once embodied so many of her girlish fantasies and heroic ideals—Ning Hui felt a ripple of emotion mixed with a bitter smile—wasn't that unspoken feeling still fresh in her mind?

Ning Hui simply rolled her eyes at the woman, then stood up and went to the bathroom. Whether consciously or unconsciously, she stood in front of the bathroom mirror—and immediately appeared in the mirror a graceful, but slightly weary, professional woman. She wore a plain blue business suit, the bottom of which was concealed by a light green undershirt, creating an even more alluring and suggestive effect. The most maternal symbol of a woman's body—her rounded, firm breasts—began to be concealed by that light green veil. The allure was so irresistible that it was impossible to see but impossible to imagine. Today, Ning Hui was presenting herself in this way for official business. Her flesh-colored, hip-length stockings accentuated her beautiful legs, making them glow. Paired with white high heels and a lightly draped silk scarf, wow, my wife not only showcased the boundless beauty of Chinese women on American soil, but also made those bumpkins who only know Angelina Jolie look like women. Julie, a beautiful woman, has shown the Americans what the allure of an Eastern beauty truly is. I wonder how many of them who have seen my wife swallowed hard, how many had their hormones killed.

Ning Hui looked at her own face in the mirror—lightly made-up, beautiful even without smiling—and smoothed her slightly disheveled hair. She then noticed that the color of her lipstick was uneven. She was about to leave; should she touch up her lipstick and makeup?

That was the question.

If she did, her lips would instantly glow, exuding an irresistible allure—and her makeup box was actually just an arm's length away from the bathroom sink.

Ning Hui stared blankly at the mirror for a moment, then finally bit her lip and reached out…

But instead of reaching for the makeup box, Ning Hui took the washcloth hanging nearby, held it to her lips for a moment, and then gently wiped away the remaining rose-colored lipstick…

This wipe was tantamount to wiping away the last bit of allure.

Ning Hui came out of the bathroom and checked the time; it was almost nine o'clock. After hesitating for a moment, she quickly got ready to leave.

"Xiao Ning, where are you going so late? This is a foreign country!"

Ou Meizhi exclaimed as soon as she saw Ning Hui leave.

Ning Hui smiled faintly: "I'm going to see President Wang. His speech for tomorrow has been revised at the last minute, and the translation needs to be redone."

Ning Hui deliberately made the reason as clear as possible. If she only said she was going to President Wang's room, given that woman's tendency to stir up trouble even without a reason, wouldn't she be furious if a beautiful female subordinate broke into her boss's room at night?

"Oh, okay, okay,"

Ou Meizhi agreed, her eyes filled with a strange excitement.

Ning Hui knew what the woman's expression meant, but she couldn't explain herself. She could only sigh softly and turn to leave.

Ning Hui's room was on the 6th floor. She went to the elevator and pressed the up button, since President Wang lived on the 12th floor. In our country, it's a politically correct rule that leaders must live higher than their subordinates; you can't get it wrong.

There happened to be a very manly-looking middle-aged white gentleman in the elevator…oops, I misspoke, it's my wife who's the foreigner on this other person's turf. When this guy saw Ning Hui come in, he probably hadn't seen a beauty like Diao Chan before; his eyes immediately lit up, but he politely nodded to Ning Hui. This guy was also going to the 12th floor, and before getting off the elevator, he very gentlemanly held the elevator door and gave Ning Hui a ladyfirst greeting. With a subtle, toothless smile, Ning Hui politely said, "Thank you!"

The foreigner was delighted—or rather, the American was delighted—and then surprisingly replied, "You're welcome!" Amazing!

In this remote, inaccessible place, some random American could speak fluent Mandarin. Even more astonishing was why this guy knew to use Mandarin to talk to my wife, instead of some foreign language or some southern dialect. Besides demonstrating that

China's international influence extends right to the territory of American imperialism, it also proves that my wife's beauty is undeniably Chinese.

Long live the great Chinese woman!

Ning Hui once again flashed a smile radiating Chinese beauty as a return for the American gentleman's respect for the Chinese people, and then gracefully departed.

The distance from the elevator to Mr. Wang's room wasn't long, but even though Ning Hui was wearing high heels, she walked with an almost imperceptible gait. This was not only due to her excellent manners and composure, but also because she walked with extreme deliberation. All the weight was on her heart; there was no weight left on her feet to make the clattering sound of her high heels.

Ning Hui finally arrived at Mr. Wang's door, steadied herself, took a deep breath, and her chest rose and fell beautifully before she gently knocked on the door. The knock was so soft that it was almost doubtful whether the person inside could hear it.

But the door opened almost instantly. Whether it was because Mr. Wang, a former reconnaissance soldier, had exceptionally sharp ears, or because he had been eagerly awaiting Ning Hui, it was unclear.

Scientists say that light has mass, and as soon as the door opened, Ning Hui's gaze inadvertently met the mass emanating from Mr. Wang's eyes—but scientists didn't mention that mass also has temperature, and Ning Hui felt that the mass shining towards her was slightly burning.

Ning Hui hesitated for a moment, then lowered her head in embarrassment before Mr. Wang's gaze. Seeing

this, Mr. Wang quickly said, "Come, come in, Hui..." His "Hui," which sounded clearly tinged with affection, was only half-uttered before he realized something and politely changed to a more intimate form of address: "Xiao Ning..."

Xiao Ning smiled slightly, staggered, and then gently rose, moving past Mr. Wang like a light breeze. As she passed him, Ning Hui subtly shifted her body to the side, naturally maintaining a distance between them.

Whether or not Mr. Wang noticed the distance between them, he didn't seem to care much, because his signature hearty laughter rang out the moment Ning Hui entered the room: "Sigh, things get out of control once you're abroad, so many things to do. I'm so sorry to have asked you to come so late."

"No...it's alright, Mr. Wang,"

Ning Hui replied softly, her voice almost a whisper.

"I wanted to call you earlier, but I was revising my draft in my room."

Mr. Wang gestured for Ning Hui to sit at the desk in the room, his laptop open, and continued, "Mainly because we have a very strong client interest tomorrow, so I added content about our company's upcoming IPO to my presentation to increase their confidence. I also gave a more detailed introduction to some of our product's technical specifications. After you review the materials, check if there are any translation issues. Then copy the materials back and do some preparation."

"Oh, well...I need to go back to my room to get my USB drive. I...I forgot to bring it,"

Ning Hui said, preparing to get up.

"Haha, okay. Perfect timing..."

Mr. Wang smiled at Ning Hui, "I'll boil some water and make you a cup of coffee."

"Oh, no trouble at all, Mr. Wang..."

Ning Hui seemed a little awkward.

"What trouble? I know our little Ning is a coffee addict."

It's obvious Mr. Wang is trying to get closer to my wife!

Ning Hui quickly went back to her room to get her USB drive. Just as an elevator came up from downstairs and stopped, she saw a heavily made-up Ou Meizhi swaying as she stepped out of the elevator!

"Sister Ou..."

Ning Hui was a little surprised, not expecting to run into Ou Meizhi here, and quickly greeted her.

"Hehe, so fast?"

When Ou Meizhi saw Ning Hui, she was taken aback for a moment, then said with a clear hidden meaning, "I thought you were going to be gone for a while."

The implication was that even a beautiful subordinate wouldn't come out so quickly after sneaking into her boss's room at night.

Ning Hui understood the hidden meaning in Ou Meizhi's words, and, still somewhat annoyed, explained calmly, "I'm going back to my room to get a USB drive and copy some data, that's all."

"Oh—"

This woman surnamed Ou deliberately sighed, a sly glint immediately flashing in her eyes. Then, feigning intimacy, she took Ning Hui's hand, pouting her bright red lips dramatically, and began to exclaim, "I say these leaders are so inconsiderate of us! In their eyes, it's all about work, work! Can't they let us live? Look, even now, our boss still insists on calling me to discuss tomorrow's work arrangements. Hehe, our boss is very strict about work."

Only then did Ning Hui realize that Ou Meizhi was going to their boss's room. Ning Hui knew their boss because he had the same administrative rank as General Manager Wang and lived on the same floor.

The problem was, my wife always wiped off her lipstick before going to a boss's room, but this woman not only smeared her lips bright red, but also dressed so extravagantly. This woman was already quite attractive, with a slender figure and a mature woman's allure, but dressed like this, anyone who didn't know better would think she was going to a party and then trying to seduce men.

When it comes to work, at least wear a work uniform like my wife, be clean and respectful, and behave properly. How can your boss calmly discuss work with you like a comrade when faced with a temptress like this?

Then this woman, clattering in her high heels, swayed as she walked towards her boss's room—my wife also wears high heels, so why could she walk so quietly?

Why are people so different?

Ning Hui stared blankly as Ou Meizhi's alluring figure disappeared down the corridor. Although Ning Hui heard the distinct clatter of her high heels, she knew that Ou Meizhi was now, like herself, a female subordinate, going to her boss's room. A strange feeling welled up inside Ning Hui. After a while, she pressed the elevator button again to go downstairs to retrieve her USB drive.

When Ning Hui returned to Mr. Wang's room, he had already prepared a steaming cup of coffee. As Ning Hui sat down at her desk, he thoughtfully placed the coffee beside her.

"Thank you!"

Ning Hui murmured softly.

Then Mr. Wang sat down next to Ning Hui, his body slightly closer than usual between colleagues. He opened the file and began explaining the draft he had just revised.

Ning Hui nodded repeatedly, indicating that she understood Mr. Wang's explanation. One would expect someone who's handled a gun to be incredibly nimble, but whether intentionally or not, Mr. Wang seemed rather clumsy using a laptop. So, when the mouse on the monitor started bouncing around uncontrollably again, he simply asked Ning Hui to operate the computer while he issued commands from the side.

The problem was, Mr. Wang's hand remained to the side. Ning Hui's hand was practically touching the computer, making a hand-to-hand contact seem inevitable.

Sure enough, a moment later, as Mr. Wang gestured to issue a command, his hand inadvertently crossed the line and lightly but firmly touched Ning Hui's arm.

Mr. Wang's previously loud voice abruptly stopped…

It's said that when the hands of a man and woman who are deeply in love touch, an electric current is created, flowing through your heart and melting you.

Perhaps Mr. Wang's abrupt halt was due to this electric shock. The touch sent a jolt through Ning Hui, as if an electric shock had struck her. Her hand instinctively tried to pull away, but a powerful, mysterious force plunged her into a brief hypnotic state, her hand glued to that familiar, masculine hand like a magnet.

Ning Hui felt the hand was hot, followed by a burning sensation on her cheek, instantly bringing her back to consciousness. She quickly pulled her hand away.

The current had stopped!

Mr. Wang's voice rang out again, sounding exactly the same loud and calm as before…

Perhaps Ning Hui had been consciously on guard, because during Mr. Wang's explanation, no further incidents occurred. A moment later, after Mr. Wang finished explaining, Ning Hui took out a USB drive, intending to plug it into her laptop and copy Mr. Wang's revised draft to take back to her room for translation preparation.

"Ah!"

Ning Hui suddenly cried out!

It turned out that when Ning Hui was plugging in the USB drive, her arm accidentally bumped into the coffee cup on the table. The cup stumbled and fell to the ground, splashing some scalding hot coffee onto Ning Hui's arm!

"Hui'er, are you burned?"

Mr. Wang asked immediately upon seeing this. The usually friendly Ning Hui had suddenly become Hui'er.

People usually express their truest emotions in emergencies. Mr. Wang was a hero, but he was also someone who couldn't escape this rule.

"Oh..."

Ning Hui let out a soft gasp, her brows furrowed, looking pale and pitiful. It seemed she was really burned.

Mr. Wang saw that the area on Ning Hui's arm where the coffee had splashed was already turning red, so he quickly went to the bathroom, grabbed a towel soaked in cold water, and carefully rubbed the reddened skin with toothpaste. Then he squeezed some toothpaste onto the burned area.

Mr. Wang carefully held Ning Hui's arm, then looked at her with immense tenderness, gently asking, "Does it hurt?"

Ning Hui didn't answer, only biting her lip and shaking her head, softly replying, "It's okay."

At this moment, Ning Hui's entire arm was almost entirely held in Mr. Wang's grasp. Ning Hui wanted to pull away, but felt the weight of Mr. Wang's tender gaze that made her lack the courage to move. Moreover, Ning Hui felt that under the warm and strong caress of Mr. Wang's hands, the burning sensation in her arm seemed to have truly disappeared.

My silly wife seems to have forgotten that the disappearance of the pain was mostly due to the effect of toothpaste applied to the burned area.

"Hehe, I originally intended to make you coffee, but it ended up in your hand."

Mr. Wang clearly made a joke on purpose, trying to coax Ning Hui.

This made Ning Hui smile slightly for the first time since entering Mr. Wang's room.

Suddenly, Ning Hui felt Mr. Wang's grip on her arm tighten, and the pull on her body went beyond the reach of his arm. Ning Hui felt as if her entire body was being pulled towards Mr. Wang by an invisible force.

Ning Hui felt a sense of disorientation...

or perhaps intoxication? In any case, Ning Hui felt a sense of unease, feeling helpless whether her body leaned towards him or not.

Just then, a text message arrived on Ning Hui's phone.

What a perfect excuse to refuse that seemingly irresistible pull! Ning Hui quickly pulled away and gave Mr. Wang an apologetic smile: "It's a text message on my phone."

Mr. Wang smiled back, seemingly regaining his composure and control.

Ning Hui looked at her phone—oh my god, it was from her husband!

Her husband had timed it perfectly: "Wife, what are you doing?"

After reading the message, Ning Hui looked up after a long pause, bit her lip, and as if making a great decision, muttered with her head down, "It's from my husband."

Mr. Wang smiled again, said nothing, and simply nodded.

Ning Hui subconsciously rubbed the burn on her arm, then picked up her phone and quickly replied with a text message: "Honey, I'm in the hotel room."

A moment later, her husband texted back: "Wife, I miss you. I want to call you, I want to hear your voice."

While waiting for the reply, the air in the room seemed to move slowly. Mr. Wang deliberately turned his back, then found a cigarette somewhere and lit it.

Watching the smoke rise, Ning Hui's heart skipped a beat, because she knew Mr. Wang didn't smoke.

Before Ning Hui could recover from her thoughts about Mr. Wang's smoke, her phone rang. It was her husband calling.

"I... I'll answer the phone,"

Ning Hui said, a hint of panic in her voice. Even though Mr. Wang's room was a hotel room, she had implied to her husband that she was in her own room.

Ning Hui hurried to the corridor, which was relatively quiet. She quickly answered the phone and heard her husband exclaim excitedly, "Hehehe, honey, how's America? Back in school, our teachers told us it was a glamorous world!"

"Just arrived? What can you see?"

"Honey, I missed you so much!"

"Hmm, you missed me? Didn't you just go to someone's house for dinner?" In front of her husband, Ning Hui reverted to her playful and coquettish nature. "

Hehehe, it was Lu Gong who went. Your husband was behaving himself at home."

Her husband chuckled mischievously on the other end of the phone.

"Stop being cheeky. You've taken advantage and you're still acting innocent."

"Hehehe, no, no. Did you miss me, wife?"

"Yes!"

After a pause, she covered her chest with one hand, looking helpless and needing affection. Ning Hui's tone suddenly became incredibly gentle, "I really missed you, husband."

"I missed you too, baby. Where are you having fun tomorrow?"

"Fun? It's all business, I'm exhausted."

"Hehe, then you should get some rest. Kisses to you, darling, goodnight."

"Kisses to you, husband!"

After finishing the call, Ning Hui returned to President Wang's room, which was now filled with smoke.

Ning Hui went straight to the computer and finished copying the data that had been delayed by the coffee spill incident. Then she took out the USB drive, stood up, and almost dared not look at President Wang in the swirling smoke. She timidly said, "I should go."

"Hehe,"

President Wang stubbed out his cigarette and smiled at Ning Hui, "Well, I have official business tomorrow. You should get some rest."

"Okay..."

Ning Hui wanted to say, "You should get some rest too," but the words came out softly, "Then, I'm leaving."

...

Ning Hui quietly returned to her room in her high heels. Ou Meizhi hadn't returned yet. She carefully reviewed the draft that President Wang had revised, made some preparations for tomorrow's translation, and then felt waves of sleepiness wash over her. She washed up and went to bed...

After some time, Ning Hui suddenly found herself slowly rising, her body enveloped in a blissful, intoxicating feeling of flying. Then her body soared like a cloud, flying... and then she landed on a boundless green grassland, dotted with wildflowers, butterflies and moths fluttering about, cattle, horses, and sheep running happily, the earthy scent damp and fragrant.

Ning Hui felt a lightness she had never experienced before, a surge of dance-like desire rising within the seamless expanse of sky and grass. As she danced with the butterflies and moths, she realized that besides a pure white veil, there was nothing between her and her body.

Ning Hui felt an unprecedented freedom, discovering her body had never been so beautiful, as if her own body was vying for attention with the breathtaking scenery.

She felt as if the butterflies and moths had welcomed angels, dancing joyfully around her like sprites.

Sunlight bathed everything, and Ning Hui felt the veil, like a golden shimmer, transform into angel wings, guiding her to dance and breathe freely amidst nature…

Ning Hui felt herself dancing with abandon, flying tirelessly, feeling a warmth emanating from within her body. Meeting the warmth of the sunlight, Ning Hui felt as if she were melting.

Ning Hui felt this melting sensation, making her desperately want to find a safe haven so her body could enjoy a comfortable bath in warmth…

Ning Hui felt as if she had landed peacefully on a warm, damp ground, her thin veil falling and spreading across the floor. Ning Hui had never felt so comfortable and free, completely naked, in contact with the sunlight, flowers, and moisture.

Suddenly, Ning Hui felt the butterflies and moths that had been dancing with her vanish without a trace. She felt the sunlight growing increasingly scorching, the heat passing through her body, through her breasts, through her legs, through her heart… Ning Hui suddenly felt a tremendous force opening up her body, and then that force irresistibly entered her, entered her…

entered between her legs, and then a spring of euphoria spread throughout her body.

That pleasure grew stronger and stronger, almost making Ning Hui want to scream, feeling her body completely melted by that immense spring of pleasure.

That force continued to rage, constantly filling her body, constantly creating dazzling, trembling pleasure that made her body tremble incessantly.

Then, this power suddenly transformed into a burly, masculine body, like that of an ancient warrior, lying on top of her. Ning Hui felt a familiar familiarity with that body, a body she had once so desperately desired…

In a daze, Ning Hui finally saw the face of that body—it was President Wang's face!

"Ah!" With an almost physical spasm, Ning Hui returned from that beautiful grassland to America…

Meanwhile, the bed beside her, belonging to the European and American branch, remained empty.

At that moment, Ning Hui found herself with one hand between her legs, her body arched in a bow shape. She found herself breathing softly, her lower body wet; clearly, this was a body that had just experienced an orgasm.

Before the afterglow of pleasure had subsided, Ning Hui suddenly felt a sense of fear, as if remembering something, and frantically picked up the phone…

The call connected; it was Ning's husband who answered.

"Husband, husband,"

Ning Hui gasped, her voice filled with helplessness.

"What's wrong, wife?"

"I...I had a dream...it scared me to death."

"What kind of dream?"

"I dreamt that you didn't want me anymore, husband."

Ning Hui's voice sounded like she was about to cry.

"Silly girl, how could you have such a dream?"

"You will never leave me, right, husband?"

"Of course! Silly wife, I will never leave you! Unless I die."

"You can't die, I want you to stay with my husband forever!"

"Hehehe, alright, alright, silly wife, I won't die, I won't die, even if I become an immortal, I will stay with my silly wife."

As Ning Hui spoke, she reached up and wiped a tear from her eye.

These past few days I've continued searching for Xiao Yanzi's whereabouts. Finally, I got Luo Xiaoyan's new phone number from Boss Qiu. It turned out she changed her phone; she no longer used the old one. Using the new number, I sent a text message: "Xiao Yan, I've been searching so hard. No matter what happened, I just want to see you. I just want to talk to you properly."

Just as I was wondering if Luo Xiaoyan would reply, her text came back: "You're still looking for me after all."

"Believe me, I must see you."

Then Luo Xiaoyan texted back again: "What good will it do? Are you going to marry me?"

Looking at this text left me stunned for a long time, unable to recover…

Chapter 63: What to do?

What to do? If this were a novel, it would be a love triangle novel written by Chernyshevsky before the storm of the Russian Revolution in the late 19th century. I remember this novel not because I've read it, but because the author was a driver, and that name was so Russian—long and beautiful. If we're talking about the works of revolutionary mentors, then this is a pamphlet written by Comrade Lenin, outlining the path forward after the storm of the Russian Revolution, equivalent to Comrade Mao Zedong's "A Single Spark Can Start a Prairie Fire." If we're referring to the "Ning-style dilemma," then it refers to a pretentious, artsy young man named Ning-zhufu who, as a married man, manages to woo a young woman who is not only pure and beautiful but also a model taller than him. Ning-zhufu wants to have a romantic relationship with her and enjoy daily sex, while the young woman wants to have a romantic relationship with her boyfriend and get married—clearly, their paths are incompatible!

When the young woman expresses her desire to marry him, Ning-zhufu realizes he can no longer maintain his pretentious facade. But stopping means forever and completely losing this beautiful young woman.

What to do? Ning-zhufu immediately and shamelessly envies his Islamic brothers living in the world of Aladdin's lamp in Arabia—why can they have four wives?

Damn, Islamic marriage laws are so humane! I'm so envious!

When Luo Xiaoyan sent me that text message, "So, you'll marry me?", I was completely stunned. A pang of guilt immediately welled up inside me—because I knew, and I knew Xiaoyan herself, how could her Nan-gege possibly leave his beautiful wife, Ning-jie, who was already so alluring she was willing to sleep with other men for her husband?

Sure enough, I stood there for a long time, sweat pouring down my forehead, still trying to figure out how to reply, when Luo Xiaoyan's text message came again: "Did I scare you, Brother Nan? Don't take it to heart, I was just joking. How could I dare to have such expectations? I know you can't bear to part with your wife, she's so beautiful."

See, what an understanding girl! This text message undoubtedly saved me. I wiped the sweat from my forehead and quickly replied: "Xiaoyan, don't say that. The more you say that, the sadder I get. No matter what, I just want to see you now. I want to talk to you properly, please?"

"No."

Luo Xiaoyan's next text message was only two short words, but it revealed a sadness buried deep within her, a sadness as vast as the Nile River.

"Fine, if you don't agree, from now on, I won't eat until you agree to see me."

Haha, Ning the Cook is starting to use his tricks. There's a song that goes, "How could you bear to see me sad..."

Ning, the cook, is using the tactic of "How could you bear to see me go hungry?"

Ning knows that feigning helplessness, wiping away snot and tears, is a surefire way to win over a naive girl like Xiao Yanzi.

The problem is, after a while, there was no response from Xiao Yanzi, and Ning started to feel uneasy. Could it be that this foolproof method really does fail sometimes?

At this point, I didn't dare say anything rashly. I was afraid that Xiao Yanzi wouldn't fall for it, and continuing this antics would only make things worse.

For the rest of the day, Ning wandered around the house, feeling restless, unable to even finish what he wanted to write. Furthermore, my wife's situation in the US is causing me a lot of distress—this time, Mr. Wang has ulterior motives, as you can see from the surface. Given his cuckoldry tendencies, I admit I shamelessly hope that my wife and her hero, Mr. Wang, will continue to have some kind of affair. Back then, my wife and him made me masturbate so many times. You can only experience that extreme pleasure by having a cuckold and being good at it. Damn, that masturbation almost felt better than fucking a beautiful woman's cunt. But now, this old man is a bit special. His real experience of carrying a gun and going to the battlefield is a real weapon against my simple-minded wife who has a war hero complex. I don't want to get stabbed by some clueless little thief again.

I wanted to be upfront about things. If my wife was only thinking about someone else's penis, that would be fine. But if she was also thinking about him as a person, honestly, this is a new challenge in my cuckoldry career—under the guise of cuckoldry, is it okay for my wife to have sex with other men, or is it not okay to be a little infatuated?

That is the question.

But the problem is, when I'm thinking about Xiao Yanzi right now, aren't I also thinking about not only her youthful, invincible body, but also her as a person?

What should I do?

This problem is giving me a headache. I dozed off for a while, and when I woke up it was already evening.

Neither my wife nor Xiao Yanzi had made any moves. When I came back to my senses and regained my physical awareness, the "empty city strategy" immediately started playing in my head—this is funny, Ning, you rascal, didn't you brag to Xiao Yanzi that you wouldn't eat? You've really gone too far, haven't you? She still hasn't agreed to see you. Are you going to eat or not?

Just then, my phone rang. I looked at it and it was Pi Shi.

"Where the hell have you been, you little rascal?"

Pi Shi had been missing for ages, so I picked up the phone and started yelling.

"Hahaha, off to be an immortal! Hey bro, got something going? Come out for drinks! Long time no see, come sit down. I have some important news to let you know."

Pi Shi's voice sounded refreshed and excited, he really had gone to be an immortal.

"What's up? You sound so happy, did you win the lottery?"

I teased him.

"Hehe, let's talk when you get out. Call your wife too."

"Ha, he's just now being an immortal in the US. He's on a business trip abroad!"

I couldn't resist Pi Shi's repeated invitations, and I missed my brothers, so I accepted the invitation. Because I was going to drink, I deliberately didn't drive, and then I happily headed to our old haunt—the snail stall.

They say brothers are like limbs, and women are like… Sorry, Sister Yanzi, I'll have to eat first.

When I arrived, damn it, I saw that sturdy guy sitting together with a woman at a roadside food stall, all lovey-dovey. There was an empty seat opposite them, clearly reserved for me.

I went closer and, haha, I burst out laughing. That woman was the owner of the food stall!

sturdy, tall, thin figure nestled against the owner's rounder frame—the comedic effect was quite amusing.

Holy crap, openly sticking together in public, is this guy using picking up girls to build his courage or something?

Before I could even sit down, sturdy saw me and immediately stood up, saying something that left me speechless for a while.

With an infinitely happy look on his face, sturdy said, "Buddy, come on, let me introduce you, this is my wife!"...

Heavens above! What kind of woman could make a master of seduction, even a woman as proud and discerning as the legendary hero Zeng, so easily sway this slept-inducing "Skinny Immortal" into a respectable man? While exchanging pleasantries with the obviously newlywed couple, I took a good look at Mrs. Pi—the food stall owner known for her ample breasts, sturdy build, and the way her hips swayed like a millstone as she walked. She had almond-shaped eyes, delicate eyebrows, and thin lips that framed a round, chubby, very Chinese-looking face. Each feature looked like an ordinary dish, but together they were incredibly appealing. Crucially, her bright, watery eyes were unmistakably alluring.

The problem was, Mrs. Pi's size was vastly different from Skinny's. I worried about how his small frame could handle it. The contrasting physiques of the couple walking together were a sure way to turn heads.

Not wanting to ask Skinny how he had transformed from a rogue into a respectable husband in front of his wife, I instead chatted and drank with him, enjoying our meal. Speaking of which, the snails the landlady makes are exactly my type; I've been eating

them for years and never get tired of them. Just as my stomach was full, no longer empty, and I was starting to feel flushed and slightly tipsy, a text message came in. I looked at it and chuckled. It was from Luo Xiaoyan: "Brother Nan, have you eaten yet?"

Hehe, see? I didn't believe that Sister Yanzi would let me go hungry.

"No."

I quickly replied without hesitation.

"Not eating this late? Are you really going on a hunger strike?"

"Yes, I'll go on a hunger strike if you don't see me." Damn,

I've seen shameless people, but I've never seen anyone this shameless. With grease still stuck to her lips, she still had the nerve to say the word "hunger strike"—only a shameless person like Ning Zhufu could do something like that.

"You're not allowed to skip dinner, listen to me."

Hahaha, as soon as Xiaoyanzi said that, I knew I had a chance.

"I'm not eating, no one will care if I starve to death anyway."

"My sister-in-law cares."

"She's not here. It's no use caring.

" "Where did your sister

-in-law go ?

" "She went abroad on business." "Sigh... You really won't eat if I don't see you? " "Yes.

Eating would be like being a dog!

" "Then... come over, I'm at the apartment."

"Hahaha, you still care about me after all?

" "Yes, I do."

For some reason, when I saw the word "care" in Luo Xiaoyan's last text message, my heart started to ache...

I quickly said goodbye to the robust couple, grabbed a napkin to quickly wipe the greasy residue from my mouth, hailed a taxi, and sped towards Luo Xiaoyan's apartment...

Just as I got in the car, the phone rang again. I almost cried when I saw it; it was the security guard calling. He still kept his voice low: "Target spotted..."

Damn it, I didn't ask you to report this time! Are you addicted to information fees or what?

Luo Xiaoyan was indeed home. This time, she opened the door for me without me pretending to be a delivery person. Luo Xiaoyan was wearing a dark white casual home outfit, her loosely styled hair making her slender figure even more graceful and striking. Seeing me, she simply smiled faintly and said, "Come in."

As soon as I sat down, I saw a huge pile of food on the coffee table. Luo Xiaoyan then opened each of the various food bags on the coffee table, taking out the contents as she said to me, "I just went to the supermarket to buy this. Would you like to fill your stomach first?"

Then the coffee table was piled high with all sorts of cookies, desserts, braised chicken wings, fried dumplings...

and I immediately broke out in a cold sweat. This was so embarrassing! Sister Yanzi, even if I had a seven-fork stomach, I couldn't eat anymore!

"I..."

I was really about to cry.

"Are you hungry? Then you eat first. I love watching you wolf down your food."

Luo Xiaoyan's face brightened as she spoke.

"Boo-hoo—"

I... I fucking let out a burp!

"What's wrong?"

Luo Xiaoyan looked at me in confusion.

"I...I want to eat you first!" Without saying a

word, I pounced on Luo Xiaoyan, picked her up, cupped her face, and pressed my lips against hers...

Caught off guard, Luo Xiaoyan hadn't even had time to speak before my lips were blocked and bitten.

"Mmm,"

Luo Xiaoyan struggled slightly, having already started to intertwine our wet tongues and suck on each other, but after a while, she suddenly seemed to realize something, twisting her body as if trying to break free from my sucking, muttering, "Wait...wait!"

"What's wrong?"

I couldn't help but release Luo Xiaoyan's lips.

"What's wrong? I'm asking you."

Luo Xiaoyan then looked at me solemnly, "I'm asking you, what...what does your mouth taste like?"

"Wh...what does it taste like?"

Ning Zhufu dared not be smug anymore, holding his breath, his voice trembling.

"Hmph! Such a strong smell of alcohol, and... and what's that oily smell?"

Luo Xiaoyan finally snapped out of her daze and punched me. "You... you lied! You said you hadn't eaten, but you just ate and drank!"

Oh no, I messed up!

"I..."

My next move to feign pitifulness was a cheeky grin, something I knew very well. So I chuckled and quickly pulled Luo Xiaoyan into my arms again. "Who told you not to see me?"

Luo Xiaoyan then started pounding me with her fists like raindrops, but couldn't help but chuckle. "You're so naughty, so naughty, so naughty! You made me worry about you for nothing."

For the first time, Luo Xiaoyan acted like a little woman, so sweetly. I was deeply moved and couldn't help but hug her tightly and kiss her passionately. Luo Xiaoyan's saliva was fragrant and sweet, but in my mouth it turned into an indescribable bitterness...

I could only hold Luo Xiaoyan tightly to resist this bitterness that almost brought me to tears.

Luo Xiaoyan's breathing gradually quickened. Her full, firm breasts clung to me through her clothes, allowing me to clearly feel two erect nipples...

This instantly made my blood surge, and emboldened by the alcohol, I felt a stirring within me. I couldn't help but reach under Luo Xiaoyan's clothes, my hand moving upwards. Sure enough, there was no fabric covering her, and her smooth, soft breasts filled my senses.

"No... don't do this, Brother Nan... let's not do this..."

Luo Xiaoyan began to pull my hand away, trying to stop me, while murmuring softly. Soon, she suddenly began to sob.

"What's wrong, Xiaoyan? What's wrong, Xiaoyan? I know something must be wrong. Tell me, okay? Why have you been avoiding me? Tell me, okay?"

I removed my hand from Luo Xiaoyan's clothes and cupped her face in my hands. In just a moment, her beautiful face had transformed from a girl's coquettishness to a poignant sorrow.

"We..."

Luo Xiaoyan's tears streamed down her cheeks like broken pearls. "Let's not go on like this anymore, okay?"

"Why? I won't agree until I know why."

"I...I can't take it anymore! I can't take this anymore."

Luo Xiaoyan shook her head and suddenly burst into tears.

"Don't be afraid, Xiaoyan, please tell me what's wrong?"

Luo Xiaoyan's shoulders were shaking, and I picked up a wet wipe from the coffee table to wipe her tears. Luo Xiaoyan tried to calm herself down, and after a while, when her breathing was more even, she lowered her head and said to me in a voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz, "Brother Nan, I want to ask you,"

"Hmm, go ahead."

"If..."

Luo Xiaoyan seemed to hesitate.

“Don’t be afraid, Xiaoyan, tell me.”

“If…”

Luo Xiaoyan took a deep breath, as if she had made a huge decision, her voice still trembling with sobs, “If I’m not clean, will you… will you still want me?”

Oh my god, dear Xiaoyan, you finally said it! Your brother Nan has been waiting for this day for so long…

“Yes! Yes!”

I leaned in and kissed Luo Xiaoyan’s eyes to emphasize my answer, “I’ll tell you again, darling, your body is the cleanest in my heart. Always will be.”

“No, no, not clean.”

Luo Xiaoyan shook her head.

“Really, Xiaoyan, I understand what you mean. Haven’t I had relationships with other women too?”

“It’s different. Sister-in-law is your wife. You have feelings for each other.”

Luo Xiaoyan murmured. Hearing Luo Xiaoyan’s naive answer, I suddenly felt a deep sense of guilt.

"It's alright, Xiaoyan. I don't know what to say, but no matter what, I can tell you how pure you are in my heart!"

"Wah!"

Suddenly, Luo Xiaoyan burst into tears. "I'm so scared, Brother Nan, hold me, hold me, I'm so scared. I dream about him every night, I'm so scared—"

"What's wrong, Xiaoyan?"

I quickly pulled Luo Xiaoyan into my arms. "Who are you dreaming about? What happened to him?"

"My brother!"

Luo Xiaoyan trembled uncontrollably in my arms.

"Your brother? You have a brother?"

I thought Luo Xiaoyan was referring to Boss Qiu... but now I immediately remembered Boss Qiu mentioning her half-brother!

“Yes.”

“What happened to him?”

“He…he…raped me!”

“Huh?”

For two seconds, I found myself frozen, then I pulled Luo Xiaoyan up. “What…when?”

“Many years ago. Since then, I’ve dreamed about that scene almost every day! I’m so scared of Brother Nan. Why, why am I always destined to be with him? Why is he my brother?”

“You…you only have one brother? He’s your half-brother, right?”

My body began to tremble…

“Yes…”

Luo Xiaoyan looked at me in fear. “How…how did you know?”

I understood everything—the brother Luo Xiaoyan was saving at the cost of almost selling herself was also a terrible devil who had hurt her so badly! I hugged Luo Xiaoyan tightly again. I knew I was holding not only a pure and beautiful swallow, but also a woman of such greatness!

The moment I held Luo Xiaoyan in my arms, my tears flowed like a tide…

Los Angeles.

Ning Hui’s trip to America was nearing its end. That day, since the entire delegation's official business had concluded, the dozen or so members planned a celebratory dinner

at a Taiwanese-owned restaurant. The delegation had brought some Moutai (a type of Chinese liquor) to drink, but Victor said there was a prohibition on alcohol in the restaurant. This displeased the leader of the delegation from the European and American branch, who was also the head of the delegation. He demanded that Victor find the owner and tell him they absolutely had to drink Moutai there. "What's wrong with us mainlanders these days?" he asked.

Seeing the Taiwanese owner's predicament, the delegation leader boldly offered a suggestion: "Why don't you close the restaurant now? We'll book the whole place." The Taiwanese owner pointed to the Americans still dining and said, "There are still people eating here; we can't just ask them to leave." Unexpectedly, the delegation leader said, "How about we give each person at each table $200 to settle this?"

Wow, that worked! The Americans beamed with joy, took their $200, and happily left.

Now, the Moutai could be enjoyed in peace.

The entire restaurant was practically empty except for the three members of the inspection team. President Wang, the leaders of the Oumeizhi delegation, several high-ranking government officials, and business representatives sat in a private room. Ning Hui was originally seated at another table outside, but Oumeizhi called her into the room, saying her leader had specifically requested her to accompany them.

Upon entering, Ning Hui was stunned—there were at least five or six bottles of Moutai on the table!

A few days ago, Ning Hui unexpectedly received a text message from Sister Tang saying that President Wang had recently undergone surgery and was recovering, and the doctor had specifically instructed him not to drink alcohol. She asked Ning Hui to remind President Wang to drink less during social events. Seeing this scene, Ning Hui subconsciously glanced at the Moutai, then at the seemingly calm President Wang, and her heart tightened.

During the meal, these officials drank Moutai one glass after another, like it was free mineral water. Ning Hui began by politely toasting the leaders and officials. After a few drinks, Ning Hui was already quite drunk, her face flushed and her body slightly tipsy.

Before long, the bottles of Moutai on the table were almost empty, and General Manager Wang began to decline, refusing to drink anymore. However, the leaders of Oumeizhi seemed to be deliberately picking on him, insisting that he drink more. Since many of those present were company managers or business associates, people they couldn't afford to offend, General Manager Wang had no choice but to reluctantly continue. Ning Hui was initially just secretly anxious, but later, unable to bear seeing him like this, and knowing about General Manager Wang's health condition and Tang Jie's request, she suddenly found the courage to stand up, pick up her glass, and walk to the leaders of Oumeizhi. "Director Chen, General Manager Wang isn't feeling well and really can't drink anymore. How about this, I'll drink the rest for him, okay?"

"Xiao Ning!"

General Manager Wang was surprised by Ning Hui's sudden move.

"Hehehe,"

Director Chen, the leader of the European and American branch unit, grinned, "President Wang's subordinate is not only beautiful, but also so sensible. How about this, Xiao Ning, you drink a toast with everyone here, and I'll spare your President Wang."

Ning Hui glanced around; if everyone drank, there would be five large cups, almost half a jin (250ml). Ning Hui bit her lip: "Then Director Chen has to keep his word!" "

Okay, it's a deal, but,"

Director Chen suddenly chuckled lewdly, "there's a condition: Xiao Ning has to drink a cross-cup toast with everyone."

"No way, no way, how can a young girl like Xiao Ning drink so much?"

President Wang quickly stood up and argued with Director Chen.

"President Wang, are you not giving me face?"

Director Chen glanced at President Wang, his words carrying a threat.

"I'll drink, a cross-cup it is!"

Ning Hui didn't even look at President Wang. She picked up the bottle, filled her glass, and went to Director Chen first. She then crossed her arms with Director Chen's, holding the glass in a toasting motion, and downed the entire glass in one gulp!

As Director Chen drank, he deliberately leaned close to Ning Hui, his arm intentionally wrapped firmly around her chest.

After Ning Hui finished the last of her five glasses, she felt dizzy and instantly lost consciousness…

When she awoke, Ning Hui found herself dazed in a hotel elevator, someone supporting her, and a voice repeatedly saying, "Xiao Ning, I'm so sorry about today…"

Ning Hui recognized President Wang's voice.

What should she do? Before Ning Hui could figure out what to do, she felt her legs go weak and she leaned into President Wang's arms...

Chapter 64: Watch, Roller Coaster, Photo

Ning Hui's leaning against President Wang wasn't at all flirtatious; it was a genuine display of her unbearable torment from the national liquor. Moutai is a good thing, but it depends on who you're dealing with. For my wife, it's probably no different from Erguotou—just high alcohol content.

The Moutai-colored blush on Ning Hui's face hadn't completely faded, and her flushed cheeks gave her a unique and charming appearance. Dizzy and lightheaded, Ning Hui tried to support herself, but her body, already weakened by the Moutai, was limp and powerless. Her consciousness was fading, and the peculiar magnetism and familiar scent of Mr. Wang's body, radiating a magic no less potent than Moutai, was pulling her tightly...

Mr. Wang instinctively supported Ning Hui, one hand, whether consciously or unconsciously, resting on her waist—the saying goes, "Men don't touch heads, women don't touch waists"—but it depends on the woman. To her husband, Ning Hui was his wife; to Mr. Wang?

She was his "Hui'er"...

Mr. Wang's face held two expressions: affection and guilt. The guilt was the kind where he hadn't even protected his own woman.

Luckily, the elevator was empty; otherwise, with the language barrier, it would have been difficult to explain to the American people that this public embrace, while not exactly a romantic affair, was undeniably ambiguous.

Ning Hui had no idea how she got out of the elevator, or which floor she exited on. She only felt Mr. Wang practically dragging her limp body towards the hotel room, his chest as broad and imposing as a mountain. Ning Hui clung to the last vestiges of her consciousness until… until she reached the room door and saw the room number—it was her room. Only then did Ning Hui let out a long sigh of relief, and then completely lost consciousness… Ning

Hui had her room key in her small bag; finding it was a piece of cake for Mr. Wang, a former reconnaissance soldier.

Ning Hui didn't know how much time had passed when she regained consciousness. A suffocating feeling, like wanting to vomit but unable to, overwhelmed her, like a fishbone stuck in her throat. Then a strange sensation washed over her, a feeling of heaviness and powerlessness like falling into water, yet also as ethereal and adrift as smoke. Ning Hui felt her body transforming into a delicate, alluring dewdrop, like an autumn leaf fluttering in the air, a fluttering sensation bringing an indescribable etherealness and comfort.

The dancing dewdrop finally dripped onto a huge, towering rock, and then the dewdrop grew into a blade of grass on it—thus, the grass and the rock formed a scene so beautiful it could bring tears to one's eyes: the rock was 30,000 feet above the ground, the grass surrounded by drifting clouds, layered mountains, and boundless beauty…

Gradually, Ning Hui felt the source of the dew's moisture clearly flowing from a certain most secret part of her body. When Ning Hui realized that it was the dreamlike vision of the grass and the rock that had made her legs wet, she couldn't help but feel a slight spasm between her legs and a jolt of surprise. This surprise was no small matter, instantly waking Ning Hui from this damned Maotai intoxication!

Ning Hui found herself lying in bed, covered with a thin blanket. Still dazed and shaken, she instinctively touched her body—under the blanket, from head to toe, she was still wearing the same clothes she'd worn to the banquet, exactly as she'd put them on, perfectly intact…

Ning Hui then calmed herself and looked around the room. The bedside lamp emitted a dim light, and on the bedside table sat a glass of water that seemed to have been partially drunk from, along with her own washcloth. Ou Meizhi's bed next to her was still empty—undoubtedly, that woman was most likely in Director Chen's bed right now.

And in the corner of the room, a person was reclining fully clothed in a chair, from which soft snoring could be heard…

Ning Hui's heart skipped a beat—and then she suddenly realized, the sleeping person was none other than a rock.

But this rock, faced with the dew so close yet so far, chose an unbelievable kind of waiting in this situation—a waiting as

virtuous as Liu Xiahui's—as if Mr. Wang had abandoned the grass, perhaps because he saw the scenery of the dew and the rock as more beautiful: gazing at each other, seemingly close yet distant… Ning Hui understood that Mr. Wang had been guarding the room like a rock because he was afraid something might happen to her since she was drunk and unconscious, and was now fast asleep. A warmth welled up in Ning Hui's heart, an indescribable feeling rising within her. For a moment, she wondered if this rock was being foolish, whether it was better to be like the dew gazing at each other, or like the grass connected to each other?

That was the question.

Ning Hui, her heart rippled, lingered on the bed for a while, then reached into her bag on the bedside table for her phone—partly out of instinct to check the time, and partly because she knew her husband would send her a text message every day, a greeting from across the ocean.

Sure enough, Ning Hui saw several text messages from her husband, Ning Zhufu: "What are you doing, honey?"

"Huh, why are you so quiet? Are you smitten with some handsome American guy... Hahaha, that's great! But take it easy, honey, you know what foreigners are like!"

"Are you busy, honey? Where did you go?"

"What's wrong, honey? Why aren't you replying to my texts?"...

Ning Hui checked the time; it was already past midnight, and she had slept for almost several hours. During this trip to America, her husband had always replied to her texts promptly—but seeing these increasingly urgent messages, Ning Hui immediately imagined her husband's frantic state.

Ning Hui quickly replied with a text message: "I'm sorry, honey. I had a company dinner tonight and got drunk. I just woke up and saw your message. What American handsome guy? What nonsense are you talking about?"

Just as Ning Hui finished sending the message, Mr. Wang's voice suddenly came from beside her: "Xiao Ning, you're awake?"

"Ah, I'm sorry, Mr. Wang, I woke you up."

Ning Hui responded instinctively, not even putting down her phone.

Mr. Wang just smiled faintly, a hint of bitterness in his expression: "I'm the one who should apologize today for making you drink so much."

"It's...it's okay..."

Ning Hui paused, lowered her eyes, and swallowed the rest of her words.

Ning Hui swallowed back her words: "You're not feeling well..."

Before Mr. Wang could say anything more, Ning's husband's text message came back: "Hahaha, I thought my wife was with some handsome foreign guy... Hehe, how much did you drink, wife? I want to call now to hear your voice!"

Ning Hui looked at the text message, then at Mr. Wang in the room, and couldn't help but look embarrassed. After a while, she bit her lip and sent the text message again: "Honey, it's early morning in the US now. The person I share a room with is asleep. I'm afraid of disturbing them if I call. How about I call tomorrow?"

Mr. Wang had already stood up by this time. He seemed to have noticed Ning Hui's expression and asked after she finished sending the text message: "How are you feeling now? Are you still feeling unwell? You almost threw up just now."

"Oh, I feel much better now... It's alright."

Ning Hui replied softly, her eyelids still drooping.

"Then, I'll go back to my room."

Mr. Wang spread his hands, gesturing to leave, but his voice was unexpectedly soft.

"Hmm..."

Ning Hui hesitated for a moment before biting her lip and saying, "Okay, Mr. Wang, goodnight."

After saying that, Ning Hui tried to get up from the bed to see him off, but she still felt dizzy and couldn't get up smoothly.

Seeing this, Mr. Wang quickly waved his hand, "Don't get up, don't get up, get some rest."

Then he forced a smile, trying to appear relaxed, "Now, it's time to say good morning, right?"

But this smile, besides being tender, also carried a deep sense of loss—it must be admitted, however, that Mr. Wang's loss today was dignified, very elegant…

Just as Mr. Wang left, Ning Hui's text message arrived: "Okay, wife, did you drink so much today? Are you crazy? Is there anything else?"

Ning Hui stared at Mr. Wang's disappearing figure, then at her husband's text message, stunned for a long time. After a while, she wrote three words in her reply, seemingly unresponsive: "Husband, I love you!"

Oh, wrong, including "husband," it's five words, haha…

Oh. Ren Su said that the brilliance of humanity shines through inhuman environments…

If Xiao Yanzi sold herself to save her brother, I only felt the greatness of kinship; if she sold herself to save a devil, I can only say that what shines through Xiao Yanzi is a brilliance of humanity that transcends all symbols of status, radiating inhumanity—the so-called boundless love and compassion for all humanity.

Though I complain about fate, I don't blame others—when I held Luo Xiaoyan, who was sobbing in my arms, I felt that I was holding a beautiful, heart-stirring angel who didn't complain about fate.

Please forgive my sentimentality; I assure Chairman Mao, Ning Zhufu's emotional outburst this time was genuine.

The situation at Xiaoyan's apartment that day was like this: when Luo Xiaoyan looked at me with fear and asked how I knew she had a half-brother, I knew the moment of truth had finally arrived.

I held Luo Xiaoyan with all my might, smiling at her with tearful eyes, trying to convey all the warmth I could offer—I wanted her to know that there are not only devils like her brother among men, but also good men like Ning Zhufu.

Actually, at that moment, I knew that whether Ning Zhufu, as a married man, was morally or immorally embracing an unmarried young woman was no longer important. What mattered was that Luo Xiaoyan had fallen in love with Ning Zhufu, and confiding her heartache to the one she loved was not something to be condemned.

I deeply felt the emotions Luo Xiaoyan harbored for Ning Zhufu; though tinged with helplessness, they were so vivid, real, and tangible.

That day, I tried to calm Luo Xiaoyan down. I was conflicted about whether to tell her I knew about her affair with Boss Qiu. I wasn't sure if Luo Xiaoyan would be overwhelmed and lose control if she knew.

Because in Luo Xiaoyan's eyes, it was such an unacceptable sin to the person she loved. In Luo Xiaoyan's pure heart, untouched by Ning Zhufu's messy theories of cuckoldry, sleeping with another man, especially in a way that was tantamount to prostitution, I wasn't sure how the innocent Luo Xiaoyan would react when she learned the truth about the person she loved.

But Luo Xiaoyan kept asking me how I knew about her brother's situation. From her expression, it seemed she had already sensed something.

Not telling is hurtful, telling is also hurtful. Fine, if both are hurtful, I've decided to hurt with the truth; it's better than hurting with lies.

So, I took a deep breath—enough to fill half the room with air—and looked at Luo Xiaoyan with eyes full of affection, saying, "Give me your hand."

Luo Xiaoyan returned my gaze, still glistening with tears—the clearest eyes I'd ever seen. Then, she extended her perfectly knuckled hand to me.

"No matter what I say, please, promise me, that these hands will always be in my grasp. You won't leave me, okay?"

I said tenderly and affectionately.

Luo Xiaoyan seemed to sense an ominous feeling in my words; her eyes began to look fearful and helpless…

"Don't be afraid, darling, it's alright. Promise me and I'll tell you,"

I said firmly.

Luo Xiaoyan thought for a moment, then slowly nodded, "I promise you."

So, I held Luo Xiaoyan's hand tightly and recounted the story of Boss Qiu, Ning Zhufu, and Xiaoyanzi, including how I learned from Boss Qiu that she slept with him to repay him for saving her brother. The only thing I concealed was the scene in his villa where Boss Qiu asked me to spy on him and Luo Xiaoyan making love.

I stared into Luo Xiaoyan's beautiful eyes as I finished the story, and then a suffocating silence filled the room. But I knew this silence was just the calm before the storm, because I could feel Luo Xiaoyan's hands had turned icy cold and were trembling uncontrollably.

Surprisingly, the storm didn't come, or perhaps Luo Xiaoyan was simply desperately suppressing it within herself; I could sense it from the trembling that spread from her hands throughout her body.

Luo Xiaoyan glanced at me, gave a sorrowful smile that pierced my heart like a hammer blow, then turned her gaze away, her voice trembling uncontrollably, and said, "Since you know everything, you should leave. Let's never see each other again."

Luo Xiaoyan tried to pull her hand away from mine, but I held it tightly, preventing her from moving. "You promised me you wouldn't leave me!"

Luo Xiaoyan shook her head helplessly, her lips twitching slightly. "Is that possible?"

"Why not?"

I quickly said. "Can I ask you a question?"

"Go ahead."

"Your brother hurt you so much, why did you still save him?"

I had to know the reason.

Luo Xiaoyan slowly turned her head to look at me: "I can't bear to see my mother heartbroken. She loves her son so much. If her son is ruined, how will my mother live the rest of her life?"

I was about to speak when Luo Xiaoyan continued calmly, "Besides, he is, after all, my brother."

"Your mother doesn't know the harm your brother has caused you?"

"How could I tell her? If I did, there would only be one outcome: she'd go crazy."

Luo Xiaoyan sighed with a smile tinged with sadness.

"Alright, I've finished asking my questions. Now I need to state my position,"

I paused, trying to make my expression more serious and sincere, "If you only think I'm not as rich as Boss Qiu, I can leave immediately. But your answer just now showed me what a great woman is. I can't, at least not right now, leave you. Okay, I'll handle Boss Qiu. I can make him end this relationship with you. Trust me."

I held Luo Xiaoyan's hand tightly, thinking that my words would give her the courage to face the situation.

Unexpectedly, Luo Xiaoyan remained silent for a while before giving me a reply that left me speechless for a long time: "You're wrong. Right now... I don't intend to leave him."

"Why?"

I asked, staring at Ning Zhufu's narrow eyes like drum bells.

"I owe Boss Qiu too much, I don't like the feeling of owing others,"

Luo Xiaoyan said firmly. ...

The second day after the tour group's dinner was the last day of Ning Hui's inspection team in the United States.

The daytime was free time. President Wang asked Ning Hui to accompany him shopping early on, and to pick up some gifts for relatives and friends.

Of course, Ning Hui also wanted to buy a gift for her husband during this trip abroad; the inspection team's schedule had been packed with official business, and they hadn't had a chance to properly shop.

Although President Wang seemed to have aged considerably overnight, when he went out with Ning Hui, he seemed to regain his usual cheerfulness, saying that he, a grown man, couldn't buy things and didn't understand the tastes and fashions of young people, and asked Ning Hui to help him with advice, especially on what gift to buy for his wife, Sister Tang.

Ning Hui was naturally very enthusiastic when she heard that she was going to buy a gift for Sister Tang. Finally, she suggested a Chanel bag to Mr. Wang. Mr. Wang said he wanted to buy one for Ning Hui too, but Ning Hui firmly refused, playfully joking that if Mr. Wang insisted, she would abandon him on the street and see how he, with his limited English (only knowing ABCs), would find his way back.

Mr. Wang didn't insist, just laughed heartily and chatted naturally with Ning Hui. This was the most enjoyable day Ning Hui and Mr. Wang had ever spent together.

Ning Hui was very considerate, buying gifts of all sizes for her parents, her husband's parents, and all the relatives and friends she could think of, as well as her best friend and close confidante, Zeng Meimei. The only thing missing was a gift for her husband, Ning Hui.

Finally, Ning Hui decided to buy him a watch—after all, her husband was a minor celebrity in the local cultural scene, and they needed something to show off their status and class.

In a luxury watch store, Ning Hui began browsing. Fortunately, the saleswoman at the store was a Chinese-American woman who spoke fluent Mandarin with a Taiwanese accent. While Ning Hui was engrossed in browsing the various watches at another counter, Mr. Wang, taking advantage of Ning Hui's inattention, pulled the saleswoman aside and whispered something to her, seemingly giving her instructions. The saleswoman nodded repeatedly in understanding.

A short while later, Ning Hui took a liking to an Omega watch, priced at a little over 10,000 RMB. Ning Hui thought it was quite reasonable and prepared to buy it.

At this moment, Mr. Wang spoke up with a grin: "Little Ning, are you buying this for your husband? I have to give you some advice on men's things. From a man's perspective,"

Mr. Wang said, pointing to another watch in the display case, "this one, also an Omega, better reflects a man's prestige."

Then the saleswoman began to enthusiastically agree, praising the watch to its best advantage.

Seeing that the other watch was indeed more luxurious and exquisite in appearance, and with Mr. Wang and the salesperson enthusiastically recommending it, Ning Hui quickly asked about the price. The salesperson confirmed that it was only 15,000 RMB, just over 2,000 more than the one Ning Hui had chosen earlier. This made Ning Hui immediately decide to buy the one recommended by Mr. Wang.

Ning Hui then swiped her card to pay and happily took the watch away. As

Ning Hui and Mr. Wang left the store, the saleswoman placed the actual price tag of the watch next to the display model, which read: 15,000 USD! In other words, our lovely Hui'er bought her husband, Ning's husband, a 15,000 USD Omega watch in the US for 15,000 RMB. With a morning of shopping over, what to do with the rest of the afternoon? Mr. Wang, always eager to relax, suggested that Ning Hui ask around for amusement parks to relax at. Since this trip to the US couldn't just be about meeting businessmen and officials, it also had to involve immersing oneself in the lives of ordinary Americans. So Ning Hui took Mr. Wang to an amusement park on the outskirts of the city for some fun and relaxation. Mr. Wang, ever the child at heart, bought a huge bag of popcorn and cola, and he and Ning Hui wandered around the amusement park like kids. These American amusement parks weren't much different from those in China; they had all the usual rides, like, what's that? Roller coasters! Yes, roller coasters! Seeing the roller coaster hurtling and tumbling in the distance, Mr. Wang suddenly seemed to remember something and pointed at it to Ning Hui: "Xiao Ning, have you ever ridden one? Dare to try?" Perhaps because she was so happy with the gifts she and her husband had bought that day, Ning Hui's naturally fearless spirit kicked in: "Hehe, what's there to be afraid of! I've never ridden one before!" Suddenly, as if remembering something, Ning Hui added, "Mr. Wang, you really want to ride it? Are you physically capable?" "Hehehe," Mr. Wang laughed heartily, thinking, "You underestimate me!" "I don't even want to know what I used to do." He was a reconnaissance soldier. After saying this, Mr. Wang immediately grabbed Ning Hui's shoulder and rushed towards the roller coaster. Buying tickets, entering, boarding, fastening safety equipment… This roller coaster, strangely enough, had side-by-side double seats! This left Ning Hui and Mr. Wang with no choice but to sit together naturally. However, when a dark-skinned, chubby, and seemingly simple-minded safety officer came to check the safety equipment, seeing two Asian people of such vastly different ages sitting together, and the woman being so petite and charming, he couldn't help but mutter something. Mr. Wang, of course, didn't understand and quickly asked Ning Hui what the American was muttering. Did they not pay for the ride? Ning Hui laughed and said, "He's asking what the relationship is between these two." Unexpectedly, Boss Wang made a face at the big, dark-skinned guy and shouted, "He, daughter!" This outburst stunned the big guy, his eyes filled with an expression of utter bewilderment, almost to the point of collapse. Boss Wang chuckled at the big guy's expression: "Hehe, look how dumb he is! Why does he look so silly?" "Giggle, giggle!" Ning Hui couldn't hold back anymore and laughed so hard she almost broke off her legs: "You're the dumb one! A woman's 'she' isn't 'he,' it's 'she'—" As Ning Hui uttered the final "she," the roller coaster slid, accelerated, and instantly sped along the track towards its speed limit. "Wow—" Accompanying the roller coaster's whoosh was Ning Hui's piercing scream, cutting through the wind. Ning Hui tightly closed her eyes, savoring the thrill of the speed. Her hands instinctively reached for something, wanting to grasp a solid support in this fleeting rush. Suddenly… Ning Hui felt a strong man's hand reach out at just the right moment! Without hesitation, Ning Hui grabbed that hand, their fingers intertwining tightly! Then, her body swayed and lurched with the roller coaster. As her body leaned towards that hand, Ning Hui felt herself pressed against a solid rock. The rock seemed to possess a tremendous suction force, preventing her from leaving. At that moment, Ning Hui felt… Not only was her body soaring, but her heart, along with the rock that had grown at 30,000 feet in her dream, was also taking flight! Suddenly, Ning Hui couldn't help but tilt her head, raise her head, and extend her lips. The rock's lips, perhaps already waiting there, perfectly met Ning Hui's… In the howling wind, in the speed and passion of a foreign land, under the dumbfounded gaze of the big, dark man, Ning Hui and her hero finally met, their lips touching at 30,000 feet—no, 300 feet—above the ground… That night, Ning Hui was packing her things in her hotel room, chatting casually with Ou Meizhi. This woman, no matter how out of place she is, can always find something to talk about—family matters, clothes, beauty, and the like.

As they chatted about the gifts they had bought, Ning Hui suddenly received a text message. Opening it, she chuckled to herself—her husband's little lover had joined the conversation.

"Ning Hui, aren't you coming back yet? I miss you so much!"

"Hehe, what are you doing?"

Ning Hui replied to Zeng Beifang's text while chatting with Ou Meizhi.

"Still sleeping in, in bed. Ning Hui, I really miss you."

It was a weekend morning in China.

"How much do you miss me?"

Women are always a little coquettish in front of their lovers, and Ning Hui naturally teased her little brother Zeng.

"Okay, sister, I'll show you how much I miss you!"

Ning Hui didn't know what Zeng Beifang was up to, and was waiting to see what he was up to when Ou Meizhi inexplicably started talking about matters of the heart.

"Hey, Hui, how are things between you and your husband, um, how many times a week?"

"Um,"

Ning Hui chuckled, seeing that Ou Meizhi seemed a bit caught off guard by the topic, "It's alright, two or three times a week."

"Oh,"

Ou Meizhi exclaimed, "When my husband and I were your age, we did it every day!"

"Hehe,"

Ning Hui didn't know how to answer, and just kept chuckling.

"You and your husband, do you always reach...?"

"Reach what?"

Ning Hui actually knew what Ou Meizhi wanted to ask from the question's wording.

"Reach orgasm?"

"It's alright."

Ning Hui then smiled, trying to brush it off.

At this moment, Zeng Beifang's text message came in again. Ning Hui looked at it and was so shocked that her mouth gaped open for a long time, then she subconsciously glanced at Ou Meizhi and quickly closed her phone.

It turned out that Zeng Beifang had sent a picture via MMS, a picture of his erect penis.

Then Zeng Beifang sent another text message: "Look, Ning Hui, the picture I just took is all about missing you. Now you know how much I miss you."

Ning Hui looked at that familiar and beautiful penis, the treasure of the man who had brought her countless joys, and felt her cheeks burning. She smiled knowingly and was about to send a sweet and coquettish reply when Ou Meizhi suddenly asked a question.

Ning Hui's cheeks burned instantly, and she felt unsure how to answer.

Ou Meizhi asked, "Hui, besides your husband, have you ever been with any other men?"

"Oh,"

Ning Hui stammered, and hurriedly answered in a flustered manner, "No...no."

"Hehe, with your husband, this was your first time, right?"

"Yes."

"Then, you haven't been with any other men since you got married?"

Now Ning Hui was really conflicted. She was holding a picture of her lover's penis in her hands, and she had to say that she had only been with her husband?

"Um, no... never."

Ning Hui bit her lip, steeling herself to answer, then found it funny, feeling awkward like a child who had done something wrong, her face turning red to her ears.

"Hehe, I'm telling you, Hui, life is short, don't make it so hard on yourself. Look how good your boss Wang is to you."

"Don't talk nonsense."

Ning Hui instinctively responded immediately.

"Okay, pretend I didn't say anything,"

Ou Meizhi said, making a face at Ning Hui, then with a flirtatious air, she swayed out the door.

That's right, she went to her boss's room to serve him in bed.

After walking around for a while, Ning Hui finally calmed down from her earlier embarrassment. She then couldn't help but take out a photo of Zeng Beifang's penis—the erect penis in the photo was indeed beautiful. Ning Hui could clearly feel the youthful energy and fullness it exuded within her body. Looking at that beautiful penis, Ning Hui suddenly felt an urge to kiss it. Then, she gradually felt her breathing quicken, her body heat up, and a wetness seemed to spread from between her legs. Ning Hui involuntarily closed her eyes and took a deep breath, as if trying to truly savor and feel the sensation of a man's penis pounding inside her.

Unexpectedly, when Ning Hui closed her eyes, the image of another man appeared in her mind—not Ning Hui's husband, not Zeng Beifang—but President Wang!

Looking at her lover's penis, yet thinking of her former lover, why did this feeling have such an intoxicating, forbidden thrill…

At this moment, Ning Hui closed her eyes, her whole body filled with the feeling of passionately kissing a rock on a roller coaster as it hurtled through the air.

Just as Ning Hui was in a daze, her phone received another text message. She opened it and saw it was from President Wang: "Xiao Ning, are you asleep?"

Ning Hui immediately understood; it was a call that connected grass and rocks—and the scene of grass leaning against rocks in her drunken dream was so intoxicating.

Ning Hui felt as if the blood in her body had stopped flowing…

Ning Hui silently got up, and like a European branch, tousled herself, then followed the same path as her out the door.

Ning Hui herself didn't know how she got to Mr. Wang's room. It seemed an irresistible force was pulling her. Just as her hand was about to touch the door, she froze for a full half-minute, as if jolted awake, before her hand slipped down. With her head down, Ning Hui left Mr. Wang's room with lighter steps than before. As she walked, she sent Mr. Wang a text message: "I'm going to sleep, Mr. Wang, goodnight."

Then she sent another text message to her husband, Ning the Cook: "Honey, what are you doing? Can you call me? I want to hear your voice."...

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