[Urban] The Harem Chronicles of the City (Complete) - 22-24

Chapter 59 Will You Help Me Take It Off?

"Will you help me take it off?" Sister Yun asked Yang Pengfei, her gaze provocatively fixed on his eyes.

"Yes, of course." Yang Pengfei quickly stood up from the edge of the bed and walked to Sister Yun's side. With trembling hands, he grabbed her panties and pulled them down.

Yang Pengfei finally saw it: her prominent black forest was revealed, a dark, shiny expanse. Pulling it down further, her entire private area was visible, the thicket of hair clearly discernible.

"Okay. Let me do it." Perhaps Yang Pengfei was stunned by the sight, his eyes fixed on her, his hands forgetting to move. Sister Yun took off her panties herself and placed them in Yang Pengfei's hands; he could feel they were still warm and damp.

"You should sit on the bed." Sister Yun helped Yang Pengfei sit on the bed.

Now, Sister Yun was completely naked before Yang Pengfei, her jade-like body radiating a beautiful glow under the light, her breasts firm! A slender waist! A flat stomach! A round, full bottom! Long, shapely legs!

Sister Yun's dark forest was almost touching Yang Pengfei's face; he could smell the sweet scent of her vaginal fluids. A real, clean, dark vulva was right before his eyes, glistening and shiny. At this moment, Yang Pengfei felt his whole body burning, his crotch bulging high like a small hill. He began to sway.

"Look closely, isn't it beautiful?" Sister Yun placed her hands on her slender waist and raised her buttocks in front of Yang Pengfei. The slightly raised area below her abdomen, the junction of her legs, shimmered with a seductive luster under the light. Her two long, white legs would sometimes suddenly close tightly together, trapping her hands between them, and sometimes spread wide open. Her snow-white body would sometimes twist, sometimes bend, as if wanting Yang Pengfei to see the secret she usually hid between her legs. Yun Jie herself seemed shy and timid in front of Yang Pengfei…

“So beautiful!” Yang Pengfei exclaimed in a daze. He had never noticed this before, nor had he had time to notice it. Today, he finally saw it clearly. She was too beautiful, so beautiful that it made one despair, so beautiful that it made one sigh! Yang Pengfei really wanted to put his lips to her, to lick, to suck, to touch, to taste her. He really wanted to put his manhood inside her, to make her feel lustful and intoxicated. But it was as if Yun Jie’s voice from before was ringing in his ears again: “You can only look, not touch, don’t do anything!” At this moment, Yang Pengfei’s vision seemed to be blurry, and he could only see the jade-like curves.

“Are you happy now?” Yun Jie looked at Yang Pengfei with a confident and proud expression.

“Hehe, I’m happy, but it’s too late. I have to take a cold shower.” Yang Pengfei said helplessly.

After Yang Pengfei finished showering, he saw Sister Yun lying on the bed watching TV. She had changed into a short, strappy dress, which was pulled up to her stomach, completely revealing her narrow, white, lace panties. The straps had slipped off her shoulders, exposing her breasts, which appeared tender, plump, and high. Her snow-white skin seemed to still shimmer with the glow of youth; her pink nipples were full and plump, with tiny, glistening beads of morning dew on her pale areolas.

The bulging area between her legs, the thick black pubic hair, and the faintly visible clitoris created an extremely alluring scene.

Gazing at the exquisitely beautiful portrait before him, Yang Pengfei swallowed hard, then said with difficulty, "I think I'd better go back to my room. Staying here is torture."

"Hehe..." Sister Yun giggled, looking at Yang Pengfei triumphantly, "Go ahead, it's hard for me to concentrate on watching TV with you here."

Yang Pengfei quickly dressed and fled Sister Yun's room, thinking as he went, "Damn, dressed so provocatively to seduce me, but won't let me touch her. Women are such strange creatures, I just don't understand them!"

Reaching his own room, Yang Pengfei opened the door. Just as he was about to close it, he saw a woman standing by the elevator at the corner. Upon closer inspection, he realized it was Yu Jie, waiting for the elevator with her back to him. Yang Pengfei felt a little strange, wondering, "Where is she going so late? And without even telling me? Could she be secretly meeting Wei Zulin?" Just then, the elevator doors opened, Yu Jie stepped inside, and pressed a button. Seeing Yu Jie turn around, Yang Pengfei quickly pulled his head back and gently closed the door. After a while, he hurriedly opened the door and rushed downstairs as fast as he could. He wanted to follow Yu Jie to see what she was up to.

Rushing out of the hotel lobby, he saw Yu Jie get into a taxi and speed away. Yang Pengfei quickly waved and hailed a taxi himself. "Driver, quick, keep an eye on that red taxi ahead."

"Okay!" the driver readily agreed, started the car, and easily caught up with the taxi Yu Jie was in. It seemed this wasn't his first time doing stalking.

"Sir, are you a private investigator?" the driver asked as he drove.

"Yes," Yang Pengfei mumbled a reply.

"Sigh, these days, as soon as men have money, they go out and find prostitutes and keep mistresses. Women are the same; when they have money, they still go find gigolos and keep young lovers. Sigh, what a world these days!" The driver assumed that Yu Jie, sitting in the taxi in front, was someone's wife having an affair, and that Yang Pengfei had been sent to investigate.

Yang Pengfei almost burst out laughing at the driver's words, but he was too lazy to explain and let the driver speculate. So Yang Pengfei chimed in, "Yes, yes, that's how the world is now. You can't stand it, but you have to."

Seeing that Yang Pengfei was responding and agreeing with his views, the driver's enthusiasm grew even higher. He continued, "Sir, this line of work must be very lucrative."

"It's alright," Yang Pengfei replied casually.

"It's definitely lucrative! Look how restless people are these days. As long as life gets a little better, which man or woman doesn't go out and have an affair? Otherwise, why are detective agencies and investigation companies springing up like mushrooms after rain? They're all supported by those having affairs. And look, those little gadgets called pinhole cameras are selling like hotcakes! My nephew sells them at the computer mall. He says he sometimes sells dozens a day, he's made a fortune!" The driver went on and on, but Yang Pengfei wasn't listening at all. His eyes were fixed on the taxi in front of him. Afraid that the driver would get carried away and lose track of the car, he reminded him, "Driver, keep up, don't lose him."

"Hehe, don't worry, we won't lose him, but don't follow too closely, or the driver in front will notice. These days, we taxi drivers are all experts at tracking and counter-tracking, haha!"

Yang Pengfei thought the driver was right, so he stopped talking.

The car in front traveled for about twenty minutes, passing through a bustling avenue, and stopped on a relatively secluded side street. Yang Pengfei's taxi stopped about thirty meters away. Yang Pengfei didn't get out, but instead carefully watched the car in front, wondering if Yu Jie would get off there or just stop briefly.

After a while, he saw Yu Jie get out of the car, and the taxi beside her quickly sped away. "Hmm, looks like she's getting off here," he thought. He quickly paid the fare and got out as well. Then, he saw Yu Jie walk into a small café next door. This put Yang Pengfei in a dilemma. If he went in, Yu Jie would definitely notice, because from his vantage point, the café looked very small, probably less than 100 square meters. If he didn't go in, he wouldn't know what Yu Jie was going to do or who she was meeting. Should

he go in or not? While he was hesitating, he saw Yu Jie sit down at a window seat. Yang Pengfei had an idea. He went to a small restaurant across from the coffee shop, sat down, ordered some side dishes and a bottle of beer, and started observing Yu Jie while eating and drinking.

From here, he could clearly see who Yu Jie was meeting. Although he couldn't hear what they were saying, Yang Pengfei could judge how their conversation was going by observing Yu Jie's facial expressions. Yang Pengfei couldn't help but feel secretly pleased with himself for coming up with such a brilliant idea.

While Yang Pengfei waited for the person Yu Jie was meeting to appear, Sister Yun seemed rather bored in the hotel. Her favorite Korean drama had finished airing, and all that was left were some variety shows and talk shows. Sister Yun disliked these shows the most; she thought the variety shows were too noisy, and the interviewees in the talk shows were too fake—neither was interesting. So she started thinking about Yang Pengfei again.

"What's that guy doing now? He must be asleep, hehe, I'll go bother him." With that thought, Sister Yun picked up the phone on the bedside table and dialed Yang Pengfei's room, but the phone rang for a long time without being answered. "Where is that guy if he's not in his room?" Sister Yun muttered. Then she dialed Yang Pengfei's cell phone, but it was still switched off.

"Where did this guy go?" Sister Yun felt something was off. She glanced at her watch; it was already past ten o'clock at night. "Where could he go so late? Could he be in President Yu's room discussing work?" Thinking this, Sister Yun hesitated for a moment, but finally dialed Yu Jie's room number. The phone just kept ringing; no one answered.

Hanging up, Sister Yun thought, "Looks like they went out on business together. Hmm, that's probably it. I'll go to sleep first and ask them where they went tomorrow."

Lying in bed, Sister Yun closed her eyes and opened them again, feeling increasingly uneasy. She muttered to herself, "Why would he turn off his phone when he went out on business? Something's definitely up."

Sister Yun tossed and turned in bed, her mind racing. "No, I should go out and look for him. Even if I can't find him, getting some fresh air is good. It's too uncomfortable being cooped up here alone." So Sister Yun got up, dressed, grabbed her bag, and left the room.

Chapter 60 Following Aunt

Yun, Sister Yun wandered aimlessly through the streets, occasionally taking out her phone to call Yang Pengfei, but it was always switched off. So Sister Yun continued her stroll, heading towards a square. Sister Yun remembered that when she was in university, there was a small square not far from her school. She used to frequent that square because across it was a large foreign language bookstore with a fairly complete selection of foreign language books and reference books. Sometimes she and her close friends would spend the whole day there without feeling tired. Back then, Sister Yun thought she was indeed a diligent and ambitious student!

In the blink of an eye, all of that had become a thing of the past.

It was a summer night, a weekend, and the streets were bustling as usual. Many ordinary citizens were enjoying the pleasures of city life. Sister Yun saw a family of three: the woman was of average appearance, but gave off a reliable feeling; the man was tall and handsome; and their beautiful daughter was riding on her father's shoulders, occasionally tugging at his big ears. The mother was laughing and slapping her daughter's hand.

As Yunjie watched, she suddenly felt envious of them. She thought that perhaps this was the ultimate happiness in life. While we were still pursuing a life of luxury, many intelligent people had already begun to enjoy the ordinary.

Just then, Yunjie passed by a music store, which was still open. She heard Gigi Leung singing "If I hadn't met you, where would I be?

How would I be living?

Should I cherish life?

..."

Gigi Leung's melody seemed more poignant and sorrowful than Teresa Teng's.

Yunjie stopped and listened intently, thinking, "If I hadn't met Yang Pengfei, what would I be like now? Where would I be? Would I still be in Shanghai? Would I still be here?" Lost in thought, she became somewhat entranced. Some passersby began to look at her strangely. They thought, "This woman doesn't look young, why is she still so sentimental like a young girl?"

Yunjie ignored their strange looks and continued to listen intently, even tapping her foot to the beat.

Unfortunately, the song was too short and ended in a flash. Sister Yun reluctantly lifted her foot and continued walking.

Soon, the square came into view.

It was more like a basin than a square. Towering buildings surrounded it, shimmering like stars. Several entrances led to mountain passes. The flow of people and vehicles was like a rushing stream. Sister Yun thought of the phrase "flowing endlessly," which was perfectly apt here. Of course, the center of the basin, the square, was still peaceful. Many people strolled leisurely, like hermits on a secluded island calmly watching warriors battling the storms. Sister Yun envied the "island" life and crossed the road to the square.

To be honest, this square couldn't compare to a corner of the countryside, but in this expensive city, this patch of grass and these few trees felt so precious.

As usual, the square was dominated by young people, couples strolling hand in hand, or whispering in a corner. Here, they were all part of the scenery. Sister Yun secretly wished them a happy ending.

Just then, Sister Yun noticed a large crowd gathered in the southeast corner of the square, seemingly listening to a speech. Sister Yun knew that in ancient Greece, public speaking was very fashionable; in fact, it could be said that it was an essential part of civic life, driving social and historical progress. Many of the ideas we hold dear today sprouted from those speeches. Therefore, Sister Yun always held those who spoke in public places in high esteem.

It turned out this was the English Corner!

Since the Opium War, speaking English had become a symbol of superiority. During the Nationalist government era, our "Mother of the Nation" spoke fluent English and even gave a speech to the US Congress, recounting the hardships of the Chinese people's resistance against Japan. It is said that many members of Congress with large noses were moved to tears. This speech also secured much aid for the struggling Nationalist government. This shows how important foreign languages, especially English, are. Currently, many cities aspire to become "international metropolises," and citizens naturally need to be able to speak English. Therefore, learning English has become a status symbol for citizens of "international metropolises."

Sister Yun stayed at the English corner for a while before leaving. She went down the steps and out of the square, continuing her aimless wandering. She turned onto another street lined with tall plane trees, which was very quiet and sparsely populated. Sister Yun liked this environment; it was perfect for her to contemplate her thoughts.

After wandering for some time, Sister Yun suddenly realized it was time to go back; it was getting late. So she turned around and started walking back. However, she never expected that a white van had already been watching her. The people in the van suddenly turned on their headlights when Sister Yun turned around, the bright lights blinding her.

"Who are you? What do you want?" Sister Yun covered her eyes with one hand and clutched her small bag tightly with the other.

"Haha, this little girl is asking us what we want? Brothers, what do you want?" A bearded man got out of the van, followed by three young men.

Realizing something was wrong, Sister Yun turned to run, but the men had anticipated this move. The bearded man waved his hand, and two young men quickly ran over and blocked the road on either side. Sister Yun couldn't get through and was stuck there, her eyes darting around frantically, shouting, "Help! Someone help!" She hoped someone would appear, but there wasn't a soul on the street. Only a few figures seemed to be moving at the distant intersection, but even if they could see and hear them, no one would dare approach unless it was a patrolling policeman. At that moment, how much Sister Yun longed to hear the piercing sound of police sirens, which she usually found particularly harsh!

The bearded man and another boy approached Yun Jie from behind. They stood beside her, staring intently at her body from head to toe. The bearded man even circled her once before saying, "I've seen my fair share of beauties, but I've never encountered such a stunning, high-class woman. Not only is her figure hot, but her face is absolutely gorgeous! What luck! Haha!"

Yun Jie blushed under his aggressive gaze and instinctively raised her hands to cover her chest. However, this only made her cleavage appear deeper, further arousing the four men.

The atmosphere grew tense. Yun Jie's breasts began to heave rapidly due to her emotional state. Realizing the situation was getting out of hand, Yun Jie tried to break free and seek help, but the two young men pushed her back. Losing her balance, Yun Jie stumbled and fell towards the bearded man.

The bearded man caught Yun Jie's body, laughing, "Haha! You came to throw yourself into my arms, huh?" His hands began to roam over Yun Jie's body, his palm slipping under her collar and touching her bra.

"No...no! Get away..." Yun Jie cried out, waving her arms and twisting her body desperately, trying to escape the bearded man's embrace. But his other hand was wrapped around her waist, and Yun Jie couldn't break free. She suddenly felt her strength was pitifully weak; surrounded by four strong men, she had no chance of escape.

"Why am I so unlucky? I've run into these bastards. Who will save me?" Yun Jie thought to herself.

"Dressed so sexily, isn't it to seduce men? You've successfully seduced four hunks, haha!" The bearded man freely caressed Yun Jie's chest, while the other three boys stood by, cheering. It seemed they wouldn't dare make a move without their leader's permission.

“Yeah! Boss, look, her skirt is slit.” One of the young men said, squatting down in front of Sister Yun. “Look, you can see her panties, hehe.”

The other two immediately squatted down as well.

“Really! Her panties are barely visible, I can’t take it anymore.”

“Yeah, and the panties are so transparent, you can see her pubic hair clearly.” The young men swore as they looked.

At this moment, the bearded man who was playing with Sister Yun’s breasts suddenly pulled down her bra, pushing the cups that were supporting her breasts to the bottom edge, and her full breasts bounced out, naked in front of everyone.

“Ah…no, you perverts, get away!” Sister Yun covered her breasts with her hands and struggled desperately, trying to break free from the bearded man’s embrace.

Although the bearded man was very strong, he was struggling to hold Yun Jie's waist with one arm and roam over her body with the other. Yun Jie was struggling so fiercely that he was finding it difficult. He was also worried that if he lingered, someone might see him and call the police. So he gave a signal to a young man next to him, who understood and quickly opened the van door.

The bearded man leered, "Beautiful lady, let's get in and have some fun." With that, he carried the struggling Yun Jie into the van. Despite Yun Jie's desperate struggles and shouts, it was all in vain. She was half-carried, half-dragged into the van by the bearded man. The moment the van door closed, Yun Jie felt a deep sense of despair and fear.

While Yun Jie was in this dire situation, Yang Pengfei was still leisurely drinking beer in the small restaurant, his eyes fixed on Yu Jie. About half an hour later, a black Audi pulled up in front of the small coffee shop.

Yang Pengfei's spirits lifted, thinking, "It's finally here!" He stared intently in that direction and saw a man and a woman get out of the black Audi. Just as Yang Pengfei had expected, the woman was Wei Luman, and the man was someone he didn't recognize—tall and imposing, but he looked to be in his forties.

The two entered the small coffee shop and went to Yu Jie's table. Yang Pengfei saw Yu Jie stand up and talk to Wei Luman, while the man stood by, smiling but not saying a word. Then, the three of them sat down, and the waiter brought two cups of coffee.

The three men chatted over coffee, but Yang Pengfei couldn't detect any change in Yu Jie's expression; she still wore her habitual polite smile. This made Yang Pengfei inwardly groan. He thought, "How could I have overlooked this? Yu Jie

isn't someone who hasn't weathered many storms. She's a seasoned businesswoman now, her ability to hide her emotions is unparalleled. How could I have been so foolish as to try and read something from her face? I'm such an idiot!" Thinking this, Yang Pengfei took a large gulp of beer, his earlier smugness vanishing instantly.

"Instead of hopelessly wasting my time with her, I might as well go back to the hotel and sleep or talk to Sister Yun," Yang Pengfei muttered to himself.

Just as he was about to pay the bill and leave, Yang Pengfei suddenly saw Wei Luman stand up, hug Yu Jie, and then say something to the man before leaving, leaving only the man and Yu Jie sitting there drinking coffee and chatting.

"Huh! Why did that girl leave? She only let that man talk to Yu Jie. Could that man be an important figure in their family?" Yang Pengfei was thinking when Wei Luman walked out of the coffee shop. However, she didn't get into the Audi, so it seemed that the Audi belonged to that man.

Wei Luman walked towards the intersection ahead. After that intersection was the main street. It seemed that Wei Luman wanted to take a taxi there, because this area was relatively remote, and taxis usually wouldn't pick up passengers here.

The coffee shop was about 150 meters away from the main street. Watching Wei Luman walk alone in that direction, Yang Pengfei suddenly had an idea. He decided to ask her about the conversation between Yu Jie and that man. Although Wei Luman's attitude towards him today showed that she didn't like him, Yang Pengfei was still confident that he could find out something about their conversation with his silver tongue.

After making up his mind, Yang Pengfei quickly got up, paid the bill, and quietly followed behind Wei Luman, who was completely unaware that Yang Pengfei was following her. Yang Pengfei followed her from a distance of four or five meters, racking his brains for a way to greet her. After all, she didn't seem to like him, at least not on the surface, so Yang Pengfei had to rack his brains for a good way to greet her. Soon, Yang Pengfei came up with several plans.

Plan One: Hello, Miss Wei, what a coincidence! I drank a bit too much tonight, so I came out for some fresh air, and I didn't expect to run into you here. Oh, where are you going? Let me walk you home.

As soon as this plan came to mind, Yang Pengfei immediately rejected it, reasoning that it was too fake and contrived. This place was dozens of miles away from his hotel; there was no reason for him to wander here by chance. This plan would probably immediately draw a strong response from Wei Luman.

Plan Two: Hi, Miss Lu, it's me, Pengfei. Although you don't admit that you are the lady I met at the Donghai Royal Hotel, I believe you are. You know that? I've been looking for you for so long, so incredibly long! Ever since I couldn't find you the second time, I've searched everywhere, every corner of the East China Sea, but I still couldn't find you.

Do you know how I've spent these days since you left? I couldn't think of you day or night, your image was constantly on my mind. Now, thankfully, I've finally found you. Before, there were too many people around, so I didn't dare to speak. I just followed you, hoping to tell you when you were alone. Okay, let's go, let's find a place to talk properly.

Yang Pengfei still didn't think this plan would work. It was like a melodramatic soap opera, too cheesy, too pretentious! Who would be so hung up on a lady they'd only met once? She'd know it was a lie immediately. This plan would probably only earn Wei Luman a disdainful look and a hasty retreat.

Option Three: Hey! Miss Wei, please wait a moment, I have something to tell you. Let me tell you, from the first moment I saw you, I knew you were the same Miss Lu Xiaoman I slept with at the Donghai Royal Hotel. Don't deny it, Lu Xiaoman, Wei Luman—just the names tell me you're the same person. Okay, actually, you don't need to worry. I'm not saying this to expose your past as a prostitute, I just want to talk to you about some things. Let's go, let's find a place to sit down.

This option still didn't seem very good; it was too abrupt, too impersonal, and contained an element of threat. This wasn't Yang Pengfei's style. He never threatened anyone, especially women, because he felt that was too petty. Although Yang Pengfei wasn't exactly a saint, he disdained being a petty person. So this option was quickly rejected.

Seeing that Wei Luman was about to reach the intersection, Yang Pengfei still hadn't figured out how to greet her. Suddenly, a clever idea struck him, a childlike impulse rising within him. He wanted to play a joke on her, so

he quickly stepped forward, pressed a finger against Wei Luman's back, and whispered, "Don't move, I'm robbing you!" Yang Pengfei was smug, firstly pleased with his ingenious way of greeting Wei Luman, and secondly, pleased that he would soon see the beautiful woman's panicked

expression—a small revenge for her cold attitude. However, the expected panicked expression from the beautiful woman did not appear. Instead, a sharp pain shot through Yang Pengfei's foot. Immediately afterward, Wei Luman had grabbed his finger and twisted it in the opposite direction. Ah! Another excruciating pain! If anyone else had twisted him like that, Yang Pengfei would have undoubtedly retaliated by throwing a punch with his other hand. But now he knew it was Wei Luman and that she thought he was a real robber, so he used this ruthless method. He hurriedly cried out, "Miss Wei, it's me! Ouch! Stop twisting it, it hurts!"

"It's you? How could it be you? Why are you joking? Let me see, are you hurt?" At this moment, Wei Luman had already recognized the other person as Yang Pengfei, and quickly let go of his hand, asking with concern.

"I twisted you a little to see if it hurts, I was just joking with you, why did you hurt me so badly?" Yang Pengfei squatted on the ground in pain, rubbing his foot and then his hand, complaining incessantly.

"Why are you following me?" Wei Luman saw that Yang Pengfei didn't seem to be seriously injured, and her tone turned cold again.

"Who's following you? I just saw you here, so I wanted to say hello, but the way I said hello was a little unusual." Yang Pengfei's mind was racing, trying to come up with a plausible reason.

"Then what are you doing here? I heard from Aunt Yu that you're staying at the Hilton Hotel, which is dozens of miles away. You're not telling me you just wandered here on a walk, are you?" Wei Luman said with a mocking expression.

"Damn it, what are you so arrogant about? Why weren't you this arrogant when you were moaning and groaning under me?" Yang Pengfei cursed inwardly, but deliberately put on a hesitant and stammering expression.

"Ah! You were following Aunt Yu?" Wei Luman's face suddenly turned ugly, and she said sharply, "Tell me, who sent you to follow Aunt Yu? Was it that little vixen Yuan Tingting?"

Chapter 61 I Want to Eat You Up

Yang Pengfei almost fainted when he heard this, thinking to himself, "Why does she hate Yuan Tingting so much? No wonder she and Yu Jie are so close, it turns out they have a common enemy."

"What Yuan Tingting? How is this related to Director Yuan? Sigh, to be honest, I came with Yu Jie. After we got here, she told me to wait for her outside. You and your Aunt Yu are so close, didn't she tell you?" Yang Pengfei took the initiative, appearing mysterious.

"You came with Aunt Yu?" Wei Luman asked suspiciously, "Then why didn't she mention it to me?"

"Hehe!" Yang Pengfei deliberately laughed awkwardly twice, and then said, "We...we..." Yang Pengfei deliberately stammered, with a very ambiguous expression.

Sure enough, Wei Luman suddenly realized what was going on, and her face flushed red with embarrassment. However, in the dim light, Yang Pengfei didn't notice. After a while, Wei Luman whispered, "You men are really wicked. You have a girlfriend, but you still go looking for lovers and go out to fool around with prostitutes."

"How do you know I went out to fool around with prostitutes?" Yang Pengfei looked at her with a half-smile.

"I..." Wei Luman was speechless for a moment, her face turning even redder.

Seeing this, Yang Pengfei was secretly pleased. His words had not only fooled Wei Luman, but he had also made her accidentally reveal the truth. But despite his smugness, he thought that since Wei Luman was still unwilling to admit that she was Lu Xiaoman, he shouldn't push her too hard; pushing her too hard would only backfire.

Meanwhile, he was also thinking, "I've dragged Yu Jie into this mess, implying to Wei Luman that we're lovers, thus deceiving her. But this only works temporarily, not for long. The only way now is to truly drag Yu Jie into this mess and make her my real lover. Otherwise, if things are exposed, not only will I not be able to find out the secret of the acquisition, but it might also cause Yu Jie to turn against me. If it really comes to that, I won't have a good life."

"Hey, how are you? Can you walk?" Wei Luman saw that he had been silent for a while and thought he was in too much pain to speak.

"Yeah, I'm okay, I can walk slowly." Saying this, Yang Pengfei stood up. He didn't want to stay any longer. If Yu Jie and that man finished talking and saw him here, his lie would be exposed.

"Since you can walk, I'll go first." Wei Luman said and turned to leave.

"Damn it! This is so heartless! She injured me like this and just left without a care. Are there any people like this in the world?" Yang Pengfei was indignant, but he couldn't let Wei Luman leave like that; otherwise, all his efforts would be wasted. So, just as Wei Luman turned to leave, Yang Pengfei let out a scream of pain and crouched down.

"What's wrong? What's wrong?" Wei Luman quickly turned around.

"My foot hurts," Yang Pengfei said, his face contorted in pain.

"Come on, let me help you," Wei Luman said, walking over to Yang Pengfei and taking his arm.

"Hmm, at least you still have some conscience." Yang Pengfei was secretly pleased that Wei Luman had come to support him, just as he had expected, but he said insincerely, "How could I? You should go ahead if you have something to do. I can walk slowly by myself."

"Why are you being so indecisive? Let's go. After all, I'm the one who injured your foot. Although you're partly to blame, I can't just leave you like this. Would you like to sit in that little shop over there while Auntie comes out, or go back to the hotel?" Wei Luman's tone was no longer as cold as before.

"I think I should go back to the hotel first. If Yu Jie sees us together, she will... she will..."

Wei Luman understood Yang Pengfei's meaning, and her pretty face blushed again. She whispered, "Okay, let's go quickly."

"Okay, let's go quickly!" Yang Pengfei was secretly delighted.

And so, Yang Pengfei pressed close to Wei Luman. He could smell the fragrance emanating from her, a fleeting, indescribable scent that made him feel almost lightheaded. Glancing sideways, Yang Pengfei couldn't help but stare at the barely visible cleavage of Wei Luman's chest. Her dress seemed to exude something magical in the dim light, causing Yang Pengfei to tremble slightly.

At that moment, the crescent moon hung like jade in the sky, serene and cloudless, the sky clear and bright. There was a poetic romance in the air. Yang Pengfei thought, "If only I could walk hand-in-hand with my beloved girl under the moon, sharing this quiet night; if only we could wander in such a night, each whispering our thoughts. What a pure and blissful moment that would be! But life is precious, and I may never experience that in my lifetime."

Sister Yun was carried into the van by the bearded man. As the door closed, Sister Yun felt an unprecedented fear and despair. She clutched her chest, cursing, "You hooligans, let me go! Let me go!"

Although the hooligans didn't make any further moves, Sister Yun felt an overwhelming terror.

Back at the hotel, Wei Luman helped Yang Pengfei into her room. Actually, Yang Pengfei's foot was almost healed and no longer hurt, but to keep Wei Luman there, he pretended to be in excruciating pain.

"Alright, my task is basically complete." Wei Luman helped Yang Pengfei sit down on the sofa and said, "Your girlfriend lives next door, right? I'll go ask her to come and take care of you. Hmph, honestly, if you ask me, I'd rather you just suffer like this. A man who's always out flirting with other women, you're better off without him." Wei Luman spoke the last sentence very softly, almost to herself, but Yang Pengfei heard it clearly. He felt a little embarrassed, but he didn't want to continue the conversation to defend himself, so he just said, "Never mind, it's so late, she's probably asleep already, let's not bother her."

"Heh heh, you're quite considerate of her, aren't you?" Wei Luman sneered. "What a model boyfriend!"

Hearing Wei Luman's sarcastic remarks, Yang Pengfei felt embarrassed and secretly angry. He thought to himself, "Whether I'm a womanizer or a womanizer is my own business. You're no one to me, so why are you interfering?" Although displeased, Yang Pengfei needed her help and couldn't afford to turn against her, so he could only laugh awkwardly and remain silent.

"If I don't bother your girlfriend, do you expect me to take care of you?" With that, Wei Luman tossed her head and walked out the door to knock on Sister Yun's door. Yang Pengfei inwardly groaned, thinking, "If Sister Yun comes, she'll have no reason to stay here anymore, and I'll have no reason to keep her. If she leaves, won't all my efforts be wasted? Sigh, what should I do?"

Just then, Wei Luman returned, but Yang Pengfei didn't see Sister Yun following her. He found it strange, thinking, "If Sister Yun knew I was injured, she would definitely rush over."

Before he could ask, Wei Luman spoke first, saying, "Where's your girlfriend? Why isn't she in her room?"

"Not in her room? No way." Yang Pengfei looked at the time on his phone and said, "It's already past eleven. Where could she have gone?" Hearing that Sister Yun wasn't in her room, Yang Pengfei felt a little happy, but more worried.

"She didn't go out to look for you, did she?" Wei Luman glanced at him sideways.

“Hmm, you’re right. She probably went out to look for me,” Yang Pengfei said, but at the same time, he thought to himself, “Sister Yun is too silly. In such a big city like Shanghai, where would she look for me?” Thinking of this, Yang Pengfei felt a little touched, but at the same time, he was relieved, thinking that Sister Yun would just wander around the streets and come back soon if she couldn’t find him. In fact, Yang Pengfei’s prediction was correct; that was exactly what Sister Yun planned to do. But he never expected that Sister Yun would encounter danger.

“Then…I…” Wei Luman didn’t know what to do for a moment. She wanted to leave, but she couldn’t just leave like that. Leaving like that would feel like she had left something unfinished, not quite complete. But what kind of ending did she want? She herself didn’t know.

Yang Pengfei saw her predicament and couldn’t help but chuckle to himself, because he knew that Wei Luman was actually very curious about him and wanted to know some things about him, at least some things about him and Yu Jie. But out of a woman’s modesty and her concerns about the past, she was embarrassed to take the initiative to tell him.

"I want to stand by the window for some fresh air," Yang Pengfei said, pretending to struggle as he stood up from the sofa.

"Even in this state, you still won't be quiet. This just shows you're not a well-behaved person," Wei Luman said, but she still went over to help him. The two of them went to the window, opened it, and took deep breaths of the fresh, cool night air.

Standing by the small window, the night was laid bare before them. A corner of the city they were in was brightly lit, displaying a sea of orange-red flames. The night sky, however, was covered with low-hanging clouds, reflecting the city lights with a dead, fish-belly-like white light. They were like paper puppets suspended between these two layers of light in a shadow play. Yang Pengfei loved watching the city at night, watching the various urban stories unfold on those brightly lit streets, interwoven with all the filth and pornography of the city. Under the night lights, people openly expressed their desires, and these desires, and everything else, could be fulfilled through exchange. It was different from Yang Pengfei's hometown. The nights there were so peaceful. Most of the time, a crescent moon hung low in the western sky, its light not very bright, but exceptionally gentle and charming. The sky was azure, with a few wisps of clouds moving silently, almost imperceptibly. The entire earth was pitch black, with small villages lying quietly in the fields. The villages were deathly silent, with only the occasional bark of a dog.

"When did you and Aunt Yu have that kind of relationship?" Wei Luman spoke first.

"Well… just over a month ago," Yang Pengfei stammered. "But please believe me, I have feelings for your Aunt Yu, it's definitely not the shameless affair between lonely men and women you imagine." Yang Pengfei tried his best to portray himself as deeply affectionate.

"Heh, feelings?" Wei Luman sneered. "And what about Miss Qian? Do you have feelings for her?"

"Of course! Not only do I, but my feelings are very deep."

"Heh, you're quite the romantic!" Wei Luman said sarcastically.

"I know what you're thinking right now," Yang Pengfei said leisurely. "You probably think I'm a lewd, shameless, dissolute, womanizing, and irresponsible man, right?"

"Aren't you?"

"How can I put it? Let me put it this way: if President Yu or Sister Yun were in trouble right now, I would rush to their aid without hesitation, doing everything in my power to help them." Yang Pengfei's expression was incredibly sincere.

"Doing everything in your power? Does that include your life?"

"Of course, including my life." Yang Pengfei said decisively.

"Oh, really?" Wei Luman asked softly, her tone no longer aggressive and sarcastic. She was clearly moved by Yang Pengfei's sincerity and honesty.

"Of course! Not just for them, but for you too." Seeing that she was somewhat moved by him, Yang Pengfei was secretly pleased and boldly continued.

"For me?" Wei Luman was somewhat surprised, but it seemed that Yang Pengfei's words were also within her expectations.

“Yes, it’s you.” Yang Pengfei gazed at her with deep affection. “Although you’ve always denied being the girl I met at the Donghai Royal Hotel, I believe you are. I’m not saying this to expose you, but to let you know how destined we are. From the first moment I saw you at the Royal Hotel, I knew you weren’t a prostitute. What prostitute has your temperament and taste? I’m not flattering you, it’s just what I truly believe. Also, there’s something else I want to tell you, whether you believe it or not, that I never have that kind of relationship with prostitutes. The reason I did that with you after meeting you at the Royal Hotel was because deep down I believed you weren’t a prostitute at all.”

“Please stop, please stop! Why do you keep reminding me of that past?” Wei Luman said, her voice trembling with tears.

"Haha, she admitted it! I told you so, she'd admit it sooner or later." Yang Pengfei chuckled inwardly, but his face remained expressionless with affection. "Okay, I won't say anymore," he said, and without thinking, he pulled her into his arms. Her head rested on his shoulder.

"No," Wei Luman murmured, "Don't do this." But she offered no resistance. Her voice sounded less like a firm refusal and more like a warm invitation.

Outside the window, the moonlight was still like water. The bright moonlight made the city seem so clean and beautiful, as if everything had been purified by some pure thought. Looking out the window, the city resembled a pure and flawless young girl.

“Don’t do this,” Wei Luman said, almost breathless, as Yang Pengfei held her tightly. “I think we should be good friends, we should keep some distance.”

“Why?” Yang Pengfei asked, panting. “We’ve done *that*, why should we keep our distance?”

“No, that was before, and it was just a momentary impulse. It’s different now.”

“How is it different? I’m still the same me, and you’re still the same you. You’ve always been so charming,” Yang Pengfei added. “You’re the most charming girl I’ve ever met.”

“What about me charms you? Tell me.”

“Everything. Do I need to say it? Everything!”

Wei Luman’s eyes lit up strangely. She reached out and touched Yang Pengfei’s burning cheek. Yang Pengfei’s chin and lips were cleanly shaved with a Gillette razor. He looked clean, both in appearance and demeanor. They gazed at each other, admiring each other, lost in each other’s presence. It was a mesmerizing moment.

“No, I can’t do this,” Wei Luman’s hand suddenly slid off Yang Pengfei’s cheek. “I can’t do this!”

“Why?” Yang Pengfei asked again. “Why can’t I do this?”

Wei Luman suddenly showed a look of shame; this time, she seemed to be truly struggling and resisting.

“Let go of me,” Wei Luman said. “Let’s sit up and talk properly.”

Yang Pengfei released her hand, watching her sit up and tidy her disheveled long hair.

“Please forgive my… offense,” Yang Pengfei stammered. He knew that haste makes waste.

“No, you’re not wrong,” she said. “I’m the one who’s wrong. I knew it would be like this, but I…”

Wei Luman sighed.

“Man…Man…” Yang Pengfei called Wei Luman’s name, “You are so beautiful, Man, really, you…”

“Don’t say anymore,” Wei Luman said, gazing tenderly at Yang Pengfei, “Let me have some peace and quiet, let’s both have some peace and quiet, okay?”

“Okay, I’ll listen to you,” Yang Pengfei lowered his head like a big child, “I’ll listen to you.”

Wei Luman couldn’t help but reach out her hand again, gently, with infinite tenderness, touching Yang Pengfei’s cheek. Tears welled up in her eyes. Yang Pengfei grabbed her hand and covered his burning face with it.

“You have your girlfriend, and more importantly, you have Aunt Yu, I can’t, I really can’t!” Wei Luman almost shouted, her eyes filled with tears that streamed uncontrollably down her cheeks.

Yang Pengfei saw two clear tears flowing from Wei Luman’s captivating eyes, and suddenly felt that these were the clearest tears, the saddest tears he had ever seen in his life.

“Yes, I have a girlfriend, and I’m with President Yu, but that doesn’t stop us from loving each other. We’re together.” With that, Yang Pengfei pulled Wei Luman into his arms with tremendous force. His burning lips pressed against Wei Luman’s, and the two kissed passionately and frantically.

The night was quiet. The elfin-like Wei Luman nestled in Yang Pengfei’s arms, silent and motionless. Yang Pengfei held her, gazing at the distant lights outside the window.

Wei Luman gently kissed Yang Pengfei, and his body and soul began to tremble. He began to caress her carefully, as if holding a beautiful, delicate, and fragile glass bottle.

Wei Luman’s skin was as smooth as silk, white and delicate. Yang Pengfei held her, feeling the fragrance emanating from the depths of her soul, alluring little by little.

Wei Luman truly enveloped Yang Pengfei like honey; he had never been so tender before. When soul and body become one, there is joy, an indescribable pleasure. Deep within the heart, there is no sin, no filth, no desire, only a fusion, a joyful exchange, like Wei Luman's long hair, gently entwined, binding the unforgettable moments of this century.

The wind blowing in from the window softened, reluctant to disturb, it merely bit its lip in jealousy, grasping the curtains and swaying them lightly before fleeing towards the distant, breathtaking blue.

Perhaps it was a hunger for emotion, a hunger for the soul, a hunger for sex, just like a hunger for the body. Wei Luman began to thirstily suckle Yang Pengfei's lips, her soft yet vibrant tongue swirling in his mouth, her slender fingers frantically caressing his hair, cheeks, ears, neck, and shoulders. She appeared so unrestrained, so greedily flamboyant.

"I really want to devour you," Wei Luman said breathlessly to Yang Pengfei, her face flushed.

"I want to devour you too!" Yang Pengfei replied, then lifted her up by her armpits, and Wei Luman straddled his lap. He pulled her tightly against his chest, pressing her firm breasts against his body.

Wei Luman closed her eyes, her rosy face radiating youthful glow. Their thirsty lips met, their tongues intertwined, and their bodies rubbed together in a frenzy. Yang Pengfei reached out and touched Wei Luman's heaving breasts, and her breath quickened. He slipped his hands inside her shirt, cupping her breasts, his fingers deftly pinching her nipples until they hardened. Chapter 62 (

October 17th

) - Harming an Innocent Woman

At this moment, Wei Luman bit her lip and simply pulled her sleeveless shirt over her head, revealing her fair breasts. Her snow-white breasts stood proudly, with an excellent shape; her rounded shoulders displayed her mature and voluptuous figure. She was truly dazzling and breathtakingly beautiful. Yang Pengfei felt his whole body heat up, and his lower body became aroused. A rich fragrance emanated from Wei Luman, further fueling Yang Pengfei's lust.

Then, Wei Luman leaned back, her beautiful hair flowing behind her. She hooked one arm around Yang Pengfei's neck and pressed his head against her chest with the other. Yang Pengfei buried his face between her breasts, breathing in her intoxicating milky fragrance, his hands grasping her breasts, his lips roaming over her peaks.

Yang Pengfei sucked hard on her firm nipples, gently biting her nipples with his teeth. Yang Pengfei would sometimes use the tip of his tongue to lightly skim across her breasts, sometimes sweep his entire tongue across them from the tip to the root, sometimes grasp them tightly in his hands, attempting to swallow them whole, and sometimes lift his head to gaze at them with deep affection. Wei Luman's breasts were covered in Yang Pengfei's saliva, and the room echoed with the sounds of sucking.

Wei Luman's eyes were closed, appearing completely absorbed and intoxicated. Her breasts were beautiful, elastic, and extremely sensitive; under Yang Pengfei's kneading and sucking, they changed at an astonishing speed, seemingly growing larger, her nipples growing bigger. Her body seemed to tremble slightly from the stimulation. Yang Pengfei then gently stroked her flushed cheeks. Her eyes met his, and she shyly looked away a few times, but seeing she couldn't escape his gaze, she simply closed her eyes again.

Yang Pengfei's hands roamed freely over Wei Luman's smooth back and buttocks. Wei Luman then placed her hands on either side of Yang Pengfei's head, bringing her luscious red lips to his mouth. Wei Luman's eyes were languid, her face flushed with shyness. The involuntary, low moans, the seductive whispers that reached to the bone, drifted intermittently into Yang Pengfei's ears, mingling with the feminine fragrance emanating from her gently swaying body, filling the room.

Yang Pengfei lifted her skirt with one hand, slipping it inside her panties, and placed it on her wet and swollen genitals. He let out a long sigh, a genuine sense of satisfaction washing over him. At that moment, Wei Luman's eyes were glazed, her lips panting softly, her body burning with desire.

When Yang Pengfei reached for her private area, Wei Luman immediately sat up straight. She then straddled his lap, pulled off her panties from under her skirt and tossed them onto the sofa, pulling the skirt up to reveal her smooth, white abdomen. Yang Pengfei was once again stunned by her beauty. She was well-proportioned and graceful. Her nose was straight, and her eyes were moist, filled with a hazy mist like morning fog, or a wisp of cloud floating above an autumn pond—smoke-like, cloud-like, illusory, dreamlike.

At this moment, Wei Luman took Yang Pengfei's hand and sat back on the sofa. Then she lifted her long, white legs and straddled his lap.

Yang Pengfei, already burning with desire, thrust his hips upwards with a powerful thrust.

"Ah!" Wei Luman cried out, then leaned against Yang Pengfei's chest and remained motionless.

Sitting on Yang Pengfei, Wei Luman's eyes were half-closed, revealing a dreamy and intoxicated expression. The two talked, kissed, caressed, and moved like that… whispering sweet nothings, their hearts in perfect harmony, like a loving couple reunited after a long separation. They craved each other, their love raging, their bodies and souls intertwined, immersed in pleasure, excitement, satisfaction, and bliss.

Wei Luman swayed her hips, welcoming, yielding, tumbling, and twisting like a graceful, captivating dance. Her sucking, swallowing, contracting, trembling, each breath, each contraction, each release, relentlessly stimulated Yang Pengfei, sending waves

of pleasure crashing over him. Amidst the waves of cries and thrusts, Yang Pengfei suddenly felt a jolt down his spine, an incomparably pleasurable sensation rushing to his brain like an electric shock, surging down to his genitals. Yang Pengfei could no longer control himself! In the dizzying surge of pleasure, he involuntarily opened his mouth wide and cried out, “Oh…” Then, with unprecedented speed, he thrust in and out, his mind a blank, a vast expanse of white. A surge of intense pleasure washed over him, wave after wave, until finally, he soared to the heavens…

After the passion subsided, Yang Pengfei felt a surge of accomplishment. He thought, “Generally speaking, if a woman willingly engages in that kind of relationship with a man, it means that she has no secrets from him. And she is willing to confide her deepest secrets to him.” Thinking this, Yang Pengfei prepared to ask Wei Luman what Yu Jie and that man had been talking about that night. However, before he could speak, Wei Luman spoke first. She nestled against Yang Pengfei’s chest and murmured, “Which woman am I to you?”

“This…” Yang Pengfei was taken aback by her question and was speechless, unsure how to answer.

"Sigh! Forget it, don't say anymore, I already know." Wei Luman sighed softly. "I know you've slept with many women before me, including my Aunt Yu, and I'm not your last woman. I know all of this, but do you know why I was willing to do this with you even though I know you're this kind of person?"

"Because I'm good at flirting, that's why," Yang Pengfei thought to himself.

"You think you're good at flirting, good at coaxing girls?" Wei Luman seemed to know what he was thinking, and looked up into his eyes.

Yang Pengfei was startled, thinking to himself, "How can I know what you're thinking like a mind reader?" Despite his thoughts, he put on an indignant expression and said, "How can you think of me like that? Thinking like that not only insults me, but also yourself. Are you so easily fooled? I think we're destined to be together."

"Yes, you're right, we are destined. Destiny is truly a wondrous thing! You know what? You look a lot like him," Wei Luman said, touching Yang Pengfei's face.

"Him?" Yang Pengfei vaguely guessed.

"I think you already know who he is, right? That's right, he's Aunt Yu's lover, and also that little vixen Yuan Tingting's dead boyfriend." Wei Luman always added the words "vixen" after Yuan Tingting's name, as if without those words, she couldn't fully express her hatred for Yuan Tingting. At this point, Yang Pengfei had a general idea of what had happened. Wei Luman continued, "I really loved him, I really loved him! But that little vixen Yuan Tingting stole him away. Stealing him was bad enough, but she also killed him! I can never forgive her. I want her to pay the price." At this point, Wei Luman seemed to be gritting her teeth.

"You can't blame Yuan Tingting. You can only blame herself. It's all her own fault," Yang Pengfei thought. At the same time, he felt somewhat discouraged. He had thought he had conquered Wei Luman with his charm, getting her into bed with him, but it turned out she didn't have any feelings for him at all. In Wei Luman's mind, he was just her substitute for him. In short, he was just a substitute for her. The main reason Wei Luman was willing to have a relationship with him was to fill a void in her heart.

"Forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore. Even if she gets emotional satisfaction and I get physical satisfaction, we're even!" Yang Pengfei comforted himself.

"Do you know why I was at that hotel in Donghai that day?" Wei Luman asked Yang Pengfei. Yang Pengfei shook his head. Before this, he had indeed felt very strange. Logically speaking, how could a girl as rich and powerful as Wei Luman work as a prostitute in such a place? If someone had told him this before, he would never have believed it, even if he were beaten to death. But now, after hearing Wei Luman's words, he believed her and even guessed the general outline of the matter. However, he wanted Wei Luman to tell him the details herself, so he still shook his head.

"At that time, I had just learned that he was no longer in this world," Wei Luman murmured, lying in Yang Pengfei's arms. "Do you know how I felt when I heard the news? Pain, despair. I thought, since my beloved is gone, what's the point of my life? I really thought about dying, about going with him, but I wasn't willing to die like that. Besides, there were people I cared about in this world, like my dad and my sister. So, I thought of indulgence, complete indulgence! So I went back to Donghai, and after walking through every street and corner we used to walk together, I came to the Royal Hotel and found the madam there. When the madam saw me and heard my purpose, she smiled broadly and immediately agreed to let me work for her. After paying an 800 yuan deposit, she took me to meet customers."

Wei Luman paused here. She glanced up at Yang Pengfei's expression and continued, "I never imagined that on my first trip there, the first time I decided to let myself go, my first client would be you, a man who looks so much like him. Do you know how I felt when I first saw you? Excitement, nervousness, confusion, everything, or maybe nothing at all. It was under the influence of those inexplicable emotions that I ended up having that kind of relationship with you. Afterwards, I didn't know whether to regret it or be grateful. But now that I think about it, I should be more grateful, because I think if my first client had been someone else instead of you, I would still have let myself go, and maybe I would have continued to let myself go. In that case, I think my life would have been ruined. So, I should thank God for your appearance, which saved me from a fatal mistake."

"Oh? So you figured it out after that night?" Yang Pengfei asked tentatively.

“Yes,” Wei Luman said wistfully, “I’ve finally come to terms with it since that night we parted. He’s gone, and no matter how much I think about him, it’s useless. Being颓废 (颓废 is a difficult word to translate directly, but it implies a state of being decadent, dispirited, or颓废) and indulging in self-destructive behavior will only hurt myself and my family.”

Yang Pengfei thought for a moment and said, “Since you’ve come to terms with it, why hate Director Yuan anymore?”

Hearing this, Wei Luman suddenly sat up, scrutinizing Yang Pengfei with a critical gaze.

Her scrutiny made Yang Pengfei feel uneasy, and after a long while, he gave an awkward smile and said, “Why are you looking at me like that? Am I wrong?” After scrutinizing him for a while, Wei Luman lay back down in his arms and said, “Hmm, you might be right! Aunt Yu must have already told you about him and how he left this world.”

“Yes, she did,” Yang Pengfei replied, but in his heart he thought, “Yes, she did, but she told me about Yuan Tingting, not your Aunt Yu.”

"To be honest, you can't really blame her for this, but the whole thing started with her. Who else can you blame but her? She didn't kill Bo Ren, but Bo Ren died because of her! That's why I hate her, just like Aunt Yu hates her."

"Ultimately, it's your jealousy that's causing this," Yang Pengfei thought to himself. But then he said, "So you want to team up with your Aunt Yu to deal with Yuan Tingting."

"Aunt Yu told you about this too. It seems she really likes you, you pretty boy, hehe..." Wei Luman teased.

"Go away, what pretty boy, what awful face! It sounds awful!" Yang Pengfei laughed.

"Tch, if you're afraid of it sounding awful, why are you doing it?" Wei Luman said disdainfully.

"What did I do? Ms. Yu and I admire and are attracted to each other, so it was only natural that we got together. I didn't covet her money. There's absolutely no financial relationship between us, so how can you call me a gigolo?" Yang Pengfei spoke with righteous indignation, as if he and Yu Jie were truly having an affair, hastily defending himself. Suddenly, Yang Pengfei seemed to have thought of something, and he grinned mischievously, "If I'm with Ms. Yu, then I'm her gigolo. And now that we're together like this, does that mean you're my lover? Hehe! Ah..." Yang Pengfei had only let out two wicked laughs when he let out a scream. It turned out that Wei Luman had pinched his penis hard.

Wei Luman laughed, "Ouch, doesn't it? Serves you right! Who told you to spew such filth? Hehe..."

Yang Pengfei said with a pained expression, "Who told you to talk about me first? Ouch! It hurts so much! If you break it, you won't be able to have it anymore." He said, while touching his penis.

Hearing this, Wei Luman blushed slightly and said, "Who said I'd need it later? I broke your thing to rid the world of a menace, so you won't go around harming innocent women."

"Hehe!" Yang Pengfei smiled slightly, not taking up the topic, but instead asking, "How did your talk go tonight? Oh, by the way, who was that man who came with you tonight?"

"Sigh, dealing with that little vixen Yuan Tingting is really not easy! Because she's the largest shareholder, if our family and Aunt Yu's family join forces, we can definitely compete with them.

But most of our shares are held by my old man, and he has a very good relationship with that little vixen's father. It won't be easy to persuade him to transfer his shares to Aunt Yu, and I only have a small number of shares, so transferring them to Aunt Yu wouldn't make any difference. The person who came with me tonight is our company's CFO, who is also my old man." "He's a trusted confidant. Aunt Yu asked him to find a way to persuade the old man to transfer the shares to her. As for how their negotiations went? We'll have to wait until they get back to know."

Chapter 63 Mother's Thoughts

Hearing Wei Luman's words, Yang Pengfei was both happy and nervous. He was happy because Yuan Tingting's prediction was correct; Wei Zulin wouldn't easily transfer the shares. He was nervous because Yu Jie wasn't targeting Wei Zulin, but rather those around him. This was something Yuan Tingting hadn't anticipated, and he needed to inform her quickly so she could prepare.

Speaking of Yu Jie and the others returning, Wei Luman seemed to have thought of something and quickly said, "They must be done with him by now. What if Aunt Yu comes back and sees us together like this? No, get up quickly." Yang Pengfei thought so too, but he wasn't worried about Yu Jie coming back, because even if she did, she wouldn't come to his room. He was worried about Sister Yun suddenly barging in. If Sister Yun saw him and Wei Luman embracing nakedly like this, it would be terrible. So he quickly said, "You're right, let's get up quickly."

Wei Luman rolled her eyes at him and said, "You won't admit you're a gigolo. Look at you, your face changed the moment I mentioned Aunt Yu was coming. Are you that afraid of her?"

Yang Pengfei was secretly pleased to hear her say this, because he sensed a hint of jealousy in her words. So he said, "I'm not afraid of her, I'm thinking of you. You two are so close, if it causes any unpleasantness because of me, I'll feel bad."

"For you? Don't be so conceited." Although Wei Luman said this, she quickly got up and dressed.

"Okay, since you're not afraid, why should I be? Don't go, let's go to President Yu now and tell her about our relationship." Yang Pengfei put on a fearless look.

"Tch, you're you, I'm me, don't use 'we,' it sounds awkward. Besides, who has a relationship with you? We have no relationship at all, don't get your hopes up." Wei Luman said while combing her hair.

"Hehe, I'm not going to argue with you anymore. I'm going to go see if Sister Yun is back yet." After a while, Yang Pengfei returned to the room and said strangely, "Huh, why isn't Sister Yun back yet? I hope something happened to her. Xiaoman, how's the security situation here in Shanghai?"

"It's alright, nothing should happen, right?" Wei Luman had already straightened her clothes and was ready to leave.

"No, I have to go look for her." At this point, Yang Pengfei was also getting a little anxious.

"Shanghai is so big, where are you going to look? Besides, you don't have a car, it's very inconvenient to look for her."

"If I don't have a car, I'll take a taxi. I'm not going to hold my pee for long, am I?" Yang Pengfei was getting anxious and started swearing.

"Forget it, considering you're anxious to find a girlfriend and are somewhat of a man of principle, I won't hold it against you. In addition, I'll help you out."

"Help me? How?" Yang Pengfei asked in confusion.

Wei Luman smiled slightly, not answering, but instead taking out a sleek cell phone from her small bag, dialing a number, and then saying, "Drive my car to the Hilton Hotel in five minutes."

Yang Pengfei understood; Wei Luman wanted to lend him her car to go find Sister Yun. At this moment, Wei Luman put down the phone and said to him, "You're not going to tell me you can't drive, are you?"

"Yes, you're absolutely right," Yang Pengfei said deliberately, "I can't drive, so I'll have to trouble you to be my driver."

"Oh my god, really?" Wei Luman exclaimed exaggeratedly.

"Hehe, just kidding. Hurry up, we'll be there in about five minutes."

Wei Luman glared at him and said, "I'll go first, you come out in two minutes, I'll wait for you in the car." With that, Wei Luman tossed her head and walked out. Yang Pengfei understood her meaning; she was afraid they would run into Yu Jie if they went out together. "This little girl, she's quite thoughtful," Yang Pengfei thought to himself.

Two minutes later, Yang Pengfei walked out of the hotel. He saw a red sports car parked not far away. Yang Pengfei guessed that the car was Wei Luman's, but since he couldn't see anyone inside, he didn't dare to rush forward and open the door. He could only keep glancing inside. His strange behavior attracted the attention of the hotel security guards. The guards, thinking he was a car thief, also kept their eyes on Yang Pengfei, remaining highly vigilant. They were just waiting for Yang Pengfei to reach for the sports car so they could pounce on him and catch him red-handed.

Just as Yang Pengfei was looking around at the sports car, hesitating whether or not to open the door, the car's turn signal suddenly flashed twice, and then the door opened, revealing Wei Luman smiling at him. Seeing this, Yang Pengfei was both amused and annoyed. He said, "What are you doing? You didn't say a word when you saw me, making me look around for ages."

"Hehe... I'm happy, what's it to you? Let me tell you, what did you look like just now? Like a car thief, haha, hey, did you used to steal cars? Otherwise, why did you look so much like one? Look, those security guards over there are starting to notice you." Wei Luman laughed heartily.

"Just shut up and drive quickly, hurry up and find Sister Yun. I have a feeling something must have happened to Sister Yun, otherwise she wouldn't be so late and her phone wouldn't be off." Yang Pengfei looked anxious.

"You still want me to be your driver? No way!" After saying that, Wei Luman opened the driver's side door and walked to the passenger side. Helpless, Yang Pengfei had no choice but to get into the driver's seat, start the sports car, and the car disappeared into the dark night. Only a few security guards at the hotel entrance remained, mouths agape, staring in astonishment. It was unclear whether they envied Yang Pengfei for having a luxury car and beautiful women as company, or lamented missing a chance to prove themselves by catching a car thief.

Yang Pengfei first drove around the Hilton Hotel a few times, finding nothing. Then he drove forward, extremely slowly, carefully searching both sides of the road, hoping to spot Sister Yun. Wei Luman, sitting beside him, also helped him search the crowd with wide eyes.

After nearly half an hour and several kilometers, they still hadn't seen Sister Yun. It was already past midnight, and Yang Pengfei's anxiety grew. He wished he could turn his sports car into a helicopter and fly up to search from above.

At this moment, Wei Luman noticed Yang Pengfei's anxiety and put away her playful demeanor, comforting him, "Don't worry too much. Maybe your girlfriend is already back at the hotel. I'll call the hotel to ask."

Just as Wei Luman took out her phone to call the hotel, Yang Pengfei's phone rang. He picked it up and saw an unfamiliar number. "Hello, who is this?"

"Are you Yang Pengfei?" It was a strange man's voice on the other end.

Yang Pengfei felt something was off, but he had a feeling this call might be related to Sister Yun, so he quickly said, "Yes, it's me. Who is this?"

"I'm from the Municipal Public Security Bureau. Do you know Qian Caiyun?"

"Yes, yes, she's my girlfriend? What happened to her? Where is she now?" Yang Pengfei was excited and asked several questions in a row.

"Don't get excited or nervous. She's at the hospital. You should come quickly. We'll tell you the details when you get here. Oh, by the way, it's the First People's Hospital of the city." After saying that, the policeman hung up.

"What's wrong? Did you hear something about your girlfriend?" Wei Luman asked excitedly.

"Tell me quickly, how do I get to the First People's Hospital?" Yang Pengfei asked anxiously.

"What? The First People's Hospital?" Wei Luman asked in surprise, "Could it be that your girlfriend...?"

"Don't ask so many questions, just tell me how to get there!"

"Oh, oh, just keep looking straight ahead, turn left at the next intersection..." Wei Luman knew his feelings, so she didn't ask any more questions and earnestly gave him directions.

Under Wei Luman's guidance, Yang Pengfei's car sped along in extreme anxiety, running several red lights along the way, but Yang Pengfei didn't care at all. He only felt that there was a bright road ahead, a deserted street outside the car window, and a hazy mist floating in the air. The yellow streetlights in the mist supported his endlessly tired and sleepy eyes, and the blurry outlines of the city's high-rise buildings trembled in the rearview mirror.

Seeing him drive like that, Wei Luman inwardly groaned, thinking, "If he gets caught by the traffic cameras, the fine is a minor issue; if I lose all my points, my driver's license is essentially forfeited." While she thought this, she also knew Yang Pengfei's urgency, so she didn't stop him, letting him drive like a madman.

The hospital night felt desolate and bleak.

Through the information desk, they found out that Sister Yun's ward was 505. Yang Pengfei ran up, panting, and stood outside the door, his heart pounding. His trembling hands turned the doorknob, and he gently pushed the door open. He saw Sister Yun lying on the bed, her face pale and haggard.

A policeman sat on a stool beside the bed, holding a pen in one hand and a notebook in the other, seemingly taking notes. Yang Pengfei tiptoed towards them. At that moment, Sister Yun looked up and saw Yang Pengfei, and hurriedly tried to sit up. Yang Pengfei rushed forward and pulled Yun Jie into his arms, anxiously asking, "Yun Jie, what's wrong? What happened? Are you hurt?"

"Where did you go last night?" Yun Jie cried, burying her face in Yang Pengfei's chest.

"I'm sorry, I drank too much last night and went out for a walk. I didn't have time to say hello," Yang Pengfei lied.

"You shouldn't have turned off your phone!" "

I was so drunk, how would I know? What happened?"

"She was harassed by some thugs," the policeman sitting nearby said.

"Ah!" Yang Pengfei's heart skipped a beat. "How could this happen?" His heart clenched.

"Don't worry, we arrived just as those thugs were about to harm her and apprehended them all. The doctor gave her a thorough examination, and there's nothing serious. She's just a little shaken; she'll be fine overnight," the policeman said, standing up and closing his notebook.

"Thank you so much!" Yang Pengfei walked up to the policeman and shook his hand.

"You're welcome, it's what we should do," the policeman said formally.

Then Yang Pengfei went to Sister Yun's bedside, embraced her, and saw the exhaustion and weariness on her face. A pang of guilt and pain shot through Yang Pengfei's heart. He regretted his actions and felt a pang of conscience, blaming himself for not fulfilling his responsibilities as a man. When Sister Yun needed him, he was indulging in pleasure.

"Alright, that's about enough of the statement. I should go back to the station now. You two can talk," the policeman said, looking at Yang Pengfei.

"Okay, I'll see you off!"

Yang Pengfei escorted the policeman to the elevator, then returned to Sister Yun's ward. At the door, he saw Wei Luman still standing there. "It's getting late, you should go back now. Oh, and thank you so much for tonight!" Yang Pengfei said softly.

"Hehe, thank me? Thank me for what?" Wei Luman said with a playful smile.

Normally, Yang Pengfei would have flirted with her, but he wasn't in the mood now. He just forced a smile and said, "Thanks for lending me the car. Okay, I'll treat you to dinner tomorrow. You should go home now."

"Is she alright?" Wei Luman asked, glancing into the ward.

"She's fine. She was harassed by some thugs and got a little frightened," Yang Pengfei replied briefly.

"That's good. I'll be going now. I'll come see her again tomorrow."

"Okay, bye!"

Yang Pengfei sat by Yun Jie's bedside, gazing at her haggard and pale face. She seemed so unfamiliar to him; she appeared rather thin. Yang Pengfei couldn't help but reach for her hand, but glancing down, he noticed a jade beaded bracelet on her wrist—something he'd never seen her wear before. Yang Pengfei always felt that jade possessed a spirit, translucent and crystalline, incomparably beautiful. There seemed to be a type of jade called "Emerald," a name that evoked a sense of vibrant life.

His grandmother was always gentle and delicate, giving him a warm feeling. That green wasn't a lush, verdant green, but rather a deep, mellow green. The string of green jade beads was strung with simple red thread, its base so soft and warm. Yang Pengfei couldn't help but cup Yun Jie's wrist in his hands, gently stroking the jade beads.

As Yang Pengfei pressed Yun Jie's hand against his cheek, feeling the warmth of the emerald, he looked at her. He saw her eyes wide open, her long eyelashes fluttering, brimming with tears, staring blankly at him.

"What's wrong?" Yang Pengfei asked in alarm. Yun Jie didn't speak, but tears streamed down her face.

"Don't cry, oh, it'll hurt your health," Yang Pengfei said, taking out a tissue to wipe her tears.

Suddenly, Yun Jie gripped Yang Pengfei's arm tightly, pressing it against her chest, and choked out, "Tonight I was almost violated by those beasts." She then broke down in tears.

Yang Pengfei knew Yun Jie well; she was a girl who would never casually associate with other men. He was well aware of her fragile stubbornness and unwavering devotion to love. In Yang Pengfei's eyes, Sister Yun had always been a pure and innocent woman, someone who made him believe that unwavering love still existed in this world. Now, this woman, so faithful in love, had suffered such humiliation. How could she not be filled with grief and indignation? How could she not be heartbroken? Although her innocence was ultimately preserved, how could she forget the humiliation she had endured? Thinking of this, Yang Pengfei's eyes welled up with tears.

"Don't cry, it's all over now, and those beasts have been caught. They will receive their due punishment," Yang Pengfei said, gently patting Sister Yun's back.

"Tell me, if I had been violated by those beasts tonight, then... then would you still want me?" Sister Yun lifted her face, her eyes blurry with tears as she asked.

"Silly girl!" Yang Pengfei hugged Sister Yun tightly and said, "No matter what happens to you or what you become, I will want you, for all eternity, unless..."

"Unless what?" Sister Yun asked urgently.

"Unless you don't want me anymore," Yang Pengfei said, flashing what he thought was a smile that would charm anyone.

"You're so annoying!" Sister Yun said, her tears turning into a smile. "How could I not want you?"

"Huh? I've never seen you wear this bracelet before?" Yang Pengfei asked, holding Sister Yun's hand.

"This bracelet was a gift from my mother. I put it on specifically when I came here, hoping it would bring me good luck. My mother's life was so hard!" Sister Yun wiped away her tears with the back of her hand, her voice low and melancholic.

Sister Yun mentioning her mother made Yang Pengfei think of his own. Aren't all mothers like this? She gave birth to her child, placing the greatest hopes on them, wanting to give them the best of everything in the world. But then, the child grows up, has their own life and choices, their own needs and judgments. And then, this child, once like a little toy in their hands, speeds away like a runaway train, heading to a place they can't even imagine—perhaps heaven, perhaps not. What can they do besides watch, feel pain, bless, and regret?

Every mother hopes her child can live a happy and ideal life. But what is an ideal life? What should an ideal marriage and love be like? Undoubtedly, the ideal love is walking hand-in-hand down the aisle, then supporting each other through thick and thin, sharing life's joys and sorrows. Perhaps this is what is meant by "holding hands and growing old together"? But in reality, how many love stories have such a happy ending? Otherwise, how could there be "holding hands and gazing at each other with tearful eyes, speechless and choked with emotion"? Faced with the helplessness of life and reality, how many people can truly "hold hands and be bound by life and death," casting aside everything to love? Therefore, even if you "grow old together like strangers," it is still your destiny to grow old together. Even if you "meet as old friends at first sight," it is only a fleeting encounter.

Therefore, on this long journey of life, one needs sufficient courage and wisdom, because you should know that what awaits us is not just joy and happiness, but also more storms, mud, hardships, and pain. You have experienced too little storm and encountered too few hardships. Perhaps this time, it will be a good thing for you, relieving you of the burdens in your heart, and making your mind more open.

In the pitch-black night, the usual hustle and bustle and chaotic footsteps were absent from outside the window. Only occasional gusts of cool wind swept by, bringing an untimely chill.

Yang Pengfei saw Sister Yun hugging a thick pillow, sinking herself deeply into the middle of the bed, her long black hair burying her pale face, seemingly curled up alone in warm memories in this desolate night. The darkness, accompanied by a cold sense of loneliness, silently enveloped them from all sides, engulfing them.

Yang Pengfei couldn't help but turn back and kiss Sister Yun. A familiar feeling flashed through his mind, as if he had kissed her like this before! A strong shock pierced through them, a feeling he had never experienced before filled Yang Pengfei's heart. Sister Yun also returned the kiss passionately, a smile emanating from the bottom of her heart radiating from her face.

Sister Yun was actually not physically injured, only somewhat frightened, suffering some mental and psychological damage. After a whole night of comforting from Yang Pengfei, Sister Yun's heart gradually calmed down. The next morning, they were discharged from the hospital. At this time, Yu Jie also received the news and rushed to the hospital, just in time to see Yang Pengfei leading Sister Yun out of the hospital gate.

"How are you? Xiao Yun, are you alright?" Yu Jie asked impatiently as soon as she saw them.

"Thank you for your concern, Ms. Yu, I'm fine." Sister Yun didn't have a very good impression of Yu Jie to begin with, but seeing her concern, she was touched and her impression of her improved considerably.

"What were you thinking? Letting Xiao Yun go out alone in the middle of the night! Luckily nothing serious happened this time. If something had happened, I wonder where you'd find a way to undo your regrets!" Yu Jie scolded Yang Pengfei mercilessly.

Knowing he was in the wrong, Yang Pengfei didn't dare say anything more, silently listening to Yu Jie's tirade. In his mind, however, he was thinking, "How did Yu Jie find out about this? Right, it must have been Wei Luman who told her! Ah! Did Wei Luman tell her that I followed her to that little coffee shop last night? If she did, Yu Jie will know I secretly followed her last night, and I'm doomed. But judging from Yu Jie's expression now, Wei Luman probably didn't tell her. Yes, she probably didn't, because I told Wei Luman that Yu Jie and I are lovers and that Yu Jie doesn't want to reveal our relationship to others, so Wei Luman naturally wouldn't bring up the matter of meeting me at the coffee shop last night." Thinking this, Yang Pengfei finally felt relieved.

“Alright, I’m going to Wuyu Company with Boss Kong to check out their project at Dajiang Industrial Park. You don’t need to go. Spend some time with Xiaoyun. Here, these are Xiaoman’s car keys. I drove her car here. You drive Xiaoyun back to the hotel, and I’ll take a taxi.”

“President Yu, how can I accept that? You should drive. We’ll take a taxi back.” Sister Yun said, embarrassed.

“Yes, President Yu, you should drive. Hmm, didn’t Boss Kong say he was going to pick you up last night? Why didn’t he come? Instead, you have to go in person.” Yang Pengfei asked, puzzled. Yu

Jie rolled her eyes at him and said, “It’s all your fault. This morning, I heard from Xiaoman that Xiaoyun had an accident, so I drove her car here. I didn’t wait for Boss Kong. I just called him and told him not to come. I’ll go by myself. Okay, enough talk. Here you go.” After saying that, Yu Jie tossed the car keys to Yang Pengfei, then hailed a taxi and sped away.

"Mr. Yu is a really good person," Sister Yun said after getting into the car.

"Yes, she is indeed good, but her life is unfortunate," Yang Pengfei said as he started the car.

"Oh? Unfortunate life? What do you mean? She's so rich, beautiful, and talented, how could her life be unfortunate?" Sister Yun knew practically nothing about Yu Jie, so Yang Pengfei's words didn't pique her curiosity.

"I'm talking about her love life."

"Oh? Did she and her husband have a bad relationship?"

"It's not that their relationship was bad, it was that their relationship was too good, which is why she's remained a widow."

"Ah! A widow? A widowed woman?" Sister Yun was clearly quite surprised.

"Last time I went to her house, I saw a picture of her husband. He was quite handsome, but unfortunately, he didn't live long, leaving behind only a daughter named Qingyu, who lives with her. As for some specific details, she didn't say, and I didn't press her for details."

"Alas, beautiful women have short lives, it's always been like this since ancient times." Sister Yun sighed softly and lay back in her seat, saying nothing more. Yang Pengfei knew she was thinking of him again, so he didn't dare to continue the conversation. And so, the two returned to the hotel in silence.

For the entire day, Yang Pengfei stayed by Yun Jie's side, only going down to the restaurant for meals. The rest of the time they spent in the room chatting and watching TV. Yang Pengfei felt that only in this way could he somewhat make up for the hurt Yun Jie had suffered the previous night. Throughout the day, Yang Pengfei didn't see Yu Jie, nor did Yu Jie come to his room.

Late at night, Yun Jie came out of the shower and sat in front of the mirror, combing her hair. Her jet-black hair shimmered under the light, and her beautiful, voluptuous body was draped in a brand-new silk nightgown. Beneath the nightgown, her firm, trembling breasts swayed beautifully with her movements. Yang Pengfei quietly admired her graceful movements. The room was filled with her mature and intoxicating fragrance, which seemed to grow stronger and stronger.

"Go wash up," Sister Yun said, turning to Yang Pengfei as she tidied her hair, a beautiful blush on her face.

Chapter 64 A Little Pain

"Okay," Yang Pengfei replied, and went to the bathroom.

He turned the tap on full blast, letting the warm water wash over him. He vigorously swept his hair back with both hands, as if this could make him forget all his worries. Some say that life is inherently helpless; if you just endure it, there will be no love, hate, or pain.

Perhaps that's true. The waiting of life can no longer bear the longing of dreams, the vines of longing no longer grow green with yearning, and the long tendrils wither and fade day by day. All the vicissitudes of life, all the sorrow of parting, are transformed into the splashing water, silently sliding down and scattering... When Yang

Pengfei returned to the bedroom, Sister Yun had already made the bed, the blankets neatly folded on the bed, and she sat cross-legged on the bed. She seemed a little shy, sitting there with her head down, not saying a word. She looked somewhat nervous; her fingers were unconsciously intertwined, and due to the force, the blood flow between her fingers was not smooth, making them appear slightly pale.

"Sleep," Yang Pengfei said, climbing into bed.

"Mmm!" Sister Yun gazed at Yang Pengfei affectionately.

Then Sister Yun lifted the inner blanket and shifted her body. Yang Pengfei stared at her, watching her slowly lift the blanket. She was, in short, the adorable type of girl. She wasn't flashy or seductive; she was beautiful, lovely, and pure, seemingly innocent to the extreme, making Yang Pengfei reluctant to touch her. With every movement she made, Yang Pengfei's heart fluttered; she was like a swan, snow-white. Yang Pengfei looked at Sister Yun, gazed at her. Sister Yun noticed Yang Pengfei, turned her head, and looked at him. Their eyes met, and Yang Pengfei saw hope in her eyes—a glimmer of hope for his new environment! However, the situation was somewhat awkward. So, Yang Pengfei timidly chose to escape again. Turning away, he felt nervous, unsure whether to feel happiness or anxiety. He was completely unable to control himself.

Perhaps Sister Yun noticed this; she smiled and said, "Go to sleep, why are you still lingering?"

Her voice, transmitted through his eardrums and auditory nerves, reached his brain, and for some reason, stirred Yang Pengfei's heart. In short, it was sweet. So sweet, Yang Pengfei didn't know what to do. He roused himself and turned to Sister Yun, who smiled gently.

Sister Yun's focused and profound gaze moved Yang Pengfei. Her skin was so white, clear, and radiant; very charming. Complementing her skin was her beautiful hair, black, glossy, and healthy, cascading naturally like a waterfall. The most unique and captivating feature of her face, and the one that attracted Yang Pengfei the most, was Yun Jie's large, watery eyes, now filled with tenderness! Truly, in those tender eyes shone happiness, light, and hope.

With those eyes, Yun Jie appeared even more alluring; her gaze seemed to lead you into her inner world, adding to her mystique. It made one suddenly feel that after this dark night, tomorrow would surely be a warm and bright day!

"Pengfei!" Yun Jie suddenly called out to Yang Pengfei. Yang Pengfei was startled, looked up, and saw that she had turned over, her face towards him.

"I can't sleep!" Yun Jie said. "What about you?"

"Are you still feeling a little sad?" Yang Pengfei asked with concern.

“No,” Sister Yun said, “I’m excited, a little excited.”

“Excited? Excited about what?” Yang Pengfei asked, looking at Sister Yun’s flushed face.

“Are you silly?” Sister Yun revealed two rows of adorable teeth, looking incredibly cute.

“Hehe, I’ve realized I’m quite silly now,” Yang Pengfei said with a chuckle.

“Silly? If you’re silly, then there’s no one smart in the world!” Sister Yun said quickly.

Yang Pengfei chuckled first, then said, “You really think I’m smart?”

“Yes, you’re not only smart, but you know everything.”

“What do you mean by knowing everything? It’s all nonsense.”

“Tell me a story, I really like your stories, anyway, we can’t sleep right now.” Sister Yun’s tone seemed very curious.

“A story, or a joke?” Yang Pengfei asked.

“Anything is fine!” Sister Yun said, lying on the bed, her hand supporting her chin.

“Alright, they’re all a bit risqué, do you want to hear them?” Yang Pengfei didn’t really want to tell one, feeling it was too abrupt.

“Go ahead, it’s okay. I’ve heard that couples telling adult jokes can add some spice to their relationship,” Sister Yun said.

“Okay!” Yang Pengfei thought for a moment and decided to find something not too disgusting. “Then let me give you a riddle, you can definitely do this.

” “Not necessarily, go ahead.”

“Lift the warm blanket and touch your legs, spread your legs apart and put them on your eyes. Guess an everyday action.”

After Yang Pengfei finished speaking, Sister Yun chuckled.

“Guess!” Yang Pengfei said, “Don’t guess anything too outlandish. Let me remind you, this is something General Manager Yu often does, we almost never do it. Guess!” When Sister Yun heard Yang Pengfei say that General Manager Yu often does it, she was stunned at first, and then she chuckled even more. Yang Pengfei also laughed, and Sister Yun said while laughing, “I can’t guess, tell me the answer!”

“Wearing glasses! How about that? You’re thinking out of line! We don’t need to wear them, but General Manager Yu wears them several times a day.” Yang Pengfei couldn't help but laugh. Sister Yun laughed even harder, and after a while, she took a breath and said, "Hmm, that's interesting. Anything else?"

Yang Pengfei, not expecting Sister Yun to want to hear more, said, "It's another riddle, and it's about an everyday action. Here's a hint: you just did it, 'One end is hairy, the other is smooth, going in and out, oozing white fluid.' Guess!" Sister Yun giggled upon hearing this, saying, "I didn't hear you clearly, say it again!" Yang Pengfei repeated it clearly and said, "Think carefully, you just did it!"

Sister Yun laughed so hard she could hardly breathe, and after a long while, she said, "I can't guess!"

"What did you do in the bathroom just now? List them one by one." Yang Pengfei kept her in suspense.

"I didn't do anything, just took a shower, and then brushed my teeth... Oh, I get it, hahaha, that's hilarious!" She then burst into laughter again.

"Anything else?" Sister Yun asked with a smile.

Yang Pengfei simply rolled over and lay his head on the pillow, saying to Sister Yun, "Still asking? I've been getting everyone in the company excited for over an hour, but you're faster than them; none of them guessed correctly. Okay, one more: 'Wedding Night'—guess the names of characters from 'Water Margin'."

This time, Sister Yun was even more stumped. So Yang Pengfei tried to guide her, saying, "What do people do on their wedding night? Think about it!"

"Wedding Night... um... entering the bridal chamber... what do they do?" Sister Yun asked.

"Right, what do they do in the bridal chamber?" Yang Pengfei deliberately pressed Sister Yun with questions.

"Um... entering the bridal chamber... what does that have to do with 'Water Margin'?" Sister Yun was still confused, but her tone became somewhat embarrassed. Seeing that she couldn't guess, Yang Pengfei gave her a hint, "Something like Shi Jin, Song Jiang, etc."

Sister Yun thought for a moment, covered her mouth and laughed. After a while, she said curiously, "What are they? I can't guess them all. Don't tease me, tell me quickly!"

Yang Pengfei slowly told Sister Yun the names one by one. Sister Yun laughed harder and harder. When Yang Pengfei mentioned the last three, Jie Zhen, Jie Bao, and Ruan Xiao'er, Sister Yun laughed so hard that she lifted the covers with both hands. She couldn't stop for a while and started coughing. Seeing that Sister Yun hadn't stopped coughing for a long time, Yang Pengfei quickly crawled over and said to her, "Stop laughing, stop laughing!" Then he reached out and gently patted Sister Yun's back. After a while, she finally stopped.

Sister Yun turned over and lay on her back, her chest rising and falling. She seemed to be surrounded by a hazy, misty aura, exuding a lingering, graceful charm. She had a smile on her face, tears in her eyes, and a sense of joy. Yang Pengfei knew that love was about making the human heart a hundredfold, a thousandfold more sensitive, reaching out every tendril of perception to wholeheartedly accept all that the world gave: joy, pain, hope, restlessness, sorrow, happiness…

Time passed imperceptibly, and the distance between them rapidly disappeared. Sister Yun extended her hand to Yang Pengfei; her hand trembled slightly in his, and tears of happiness welled in her eyes. Sister Yun was not only beautiful and charming, but also kind and gentle. In her tenderness, he gradually felt a surge of love.

Yang Pengfei suddenly embraced her, watching her blissfully nestled in his arms. Yang Pengfei felt a thunderous shock; for a moment, his body seemed to rise into the air, rapidly sucked into a time tunnel, spinning backward, swaying, and gently falling back to the past.

Yang Pengfei began to kiss Sister Yun passionately, and Sister Yun was so intoxicated. Yang Pengfei removed all of her pajamas and began to suck, caress, and knead her high, soft, and elastic breasts. His fingers gently slid across Yun Jie's skin until they reached her already overflowing vulva, followed by moans escaping from Yun Jie's throat.

At this moment, Yang Pengfei felt himself becoming increasingly aroused, breathing heavily, his body hot, his desire surging, as if he were about to explode. He climbed on top of Yun Jie, who immediately wrapped her arms tightly around him. Yang Pengfei lay on top of Yun Jie's full, high breasts, a long-lost pleasure welling up within him.

Yun Jie raised her legs, and Yang Pengfei's penis was already at the entrance of her vagina. As he bent back slightly, preparing to push forward, Yun Jie thrust her hips upward, and Yang Pengfei's penis entered her body. Yun Jie's vagina was very tight; the warm, slippery, and enveloping feeling was exceptionally pleasurable.

Yun Jie's vaginal canal was already full of moisture when Yang Pengfei's penis was fully inside her. Suddenly, Yun Jie's body trembled, and she pushed Yang Pengfei away with her hand.

"What's wrong?" Yang Pengfei lifted his body, pulled out, and supported himself with his hand.

"It hurts a little." Yun Jie frowned slightly. Chapter 065 Why is it still so hard
? "It's probably psychological." Yang Pengfei comforted her. "I don't know," Yun Jie said, looking down at Yang Pengfei's body, and suddenly exclaimed in surprise, "Oh my god!" "What is it now?" Yang Pengfei was startled. "How can it be so big?" I couldn't hold on any longer and lay on top of her, saying, "You don't seem to have seen this before?" " I didn't pay attention before, and I didn't dare to look closely. I didn't expect you to be so big." " It's okay, I'll go slowly, I won't hurt you!" "It's not because of that..." Yun Jie's expression turned gloomy. Yang Pengfei understood that what happened last night still left a shadow in Yun Jie's heart. Yun Jie didn't speak, her dark eyes filled with melancholy, turning somber. Yang Pengfei couldn't help but hug her tighter, listening to her breathing and inhaling her fragrance. After a moment, she sighed and asked, "Do you love me?" "Yes!" Yang Pengfei answered without hesitation. "You really have to love me!" Her eyes shone with anticipation, as if waiting for someone she had longed for. "You really have to love me!" Her eyes shone with anticipation, as if waiting for someone she had longed for. "Of course!" Then she said softly, "You know what? A few days ago, I heard from my classmates that women like men with big...things." Yang Pengfei couldn't help but laugh and said, "Then you should be happy." "Yes, I'm happy!" Yun Jie hugged Yang Pengfei tightly again and kissed him passionately. Her tongue explored almost every part of Yang Pengfei's mouth, while her hands constantly caressed his body. Yang Pengfei's desire quickly surged again. He lifted her legs and pressed his entire body heavily against hers, the cooled volcano reopening. The deepest seabed was churned. The most secret door of his memory was yanked open, releasing a long-forgotten, familiar scent. That night, in bed, they could finally experience an unprecedented climax without restraint, without entanglement, without guilt, with an extremely relaxed state of mind. In the moment of body and soul union, they experienced the tacit understanding and fusion between husband and wife. When Yang Pengfei woke up, it was already past four in the morning, and the room was silent. Yang Pengfei glanced at Sister Yun lying soundly beside him, feeling as if he were still dreaming. He knew the idiom "breath like orchids" from books, and now Sister Yun's breath truly had the fragrance of spring orchids. Her rosy lips occasionally pursed slightly, making her even more charming, alluring, and lovely. Her delicate face seemed to show a happy expression, overflowing with a sweet smile. "You're awake?" Sister Yun opened her eyes. "Hmm," Yang Pengfei leaned against the headboard and lit a cigarette. Sister Yun turned over and placed her left hand on Yang Pengfei's thigh. Yang Pengfei glanced at Sister Yun's hand; her fingers were slender and delicate. Sister Yun's hand stroked his thigh twice, then reached between his legs and groped. Soon, she grasped his penis in her hand, and Yang Pengfei suddenly felt a warm sensation.

"So soft, so fun," Sister Yun murmured to herself. As she spoke, her hands gently caressed her. Yang Pengfei felt his desire hardening little by little. He seemed to hear Sister Yun's soft moans; her body writhed slightly. Her delicate skin, like velvety white snow, slowly melted in the hazy moonlight…

Yang Pengfei stubbed out his cigarette, rolled over, and pressed himself against Sister Yun. Sister Yun cooperated perfectly, spreading her legs and raising them. Yang Pengfei thrust his hips forward, needing no prompting. The sound of their impact was exceptionally crisp and loud in the stillness of the night. Like a lively dance, rising and falling; like waves crashing on the shore, breathtaking. Like a lover of Chopin's piano music, Yang Pengfei was particularly fond of this exhilarating sound. Because it was so vivid and colorful, the fusion of sound and color created an extremely harmonious scene. Its rhythm is simple yet melodious; it seems to wander in a lonely vision with a light and distant sentiment, unfolding naturally like the wind. And in the aftertaste, a gentleness and ethereal quality shifts to a vast and solitary beauty that captivates the soul. I am like a dancer, displaying my dance to the fullest; I am also like a musician, passionately plucking the moving strings.

"I can't take it anymore, my legs can't take it!" As Yang Pengfei was immersed in the rhythmic ecstasy, Sister Yun suddenly placed her raised legs flat on the bed, trying to close them, and cried out.

Yang Pengfei had no choice but to raise his hips, pressing his entire body against Sister Yun's. Because Sister Yun's thighs were closed at the base, Yang Pengfei was pulled out halfway. He had to spread his legs, with Sister Yun's entire body sandwiched between them, and Yang Pengfei involuntarily continued his movements. As he quickened his pace, Sister Yun desperately squeezed her legs together, thrusting her hips forward to meet him, her breathing becoming noticeably rapid.

"Hurry...good, good." This was the first time Sister Yun had shown such excitement and intensity. She began to hug Yang Pengfei tightly, her eyes closed, hot breaths escaping her nose. After a while, Sister Yun began to murmur, "It's coming, I'm coming. Hurry..."

Perhaps because her eyes were closed so tightly, tears welled up in her eyes. Her hips writhed, her hands squeezing and releasing Yang Pengfei's back, shaking him relentlessly. Yang Pengfei's pace quickened, eliciting waves of pleasure from Sister Yun. Her long fingers gripped Yang Pengfei's back with a tearing pain, yet this only fueled his desire. He grabbed her hands, pinning them to the bed, and thrust forcefully. Sister Yun tried to break free from his control, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. Suddenly, Sister Yun's hands broke free, and she grabbed him tightly, her legs clamping around him.

"Hurry, hurry, I'm coming..." Sister Yun kept saying, urging Yang Pengfei to speed up. Suddenly, Sister Yun began to tremble violently. Yang Pengfei felt as if he were being tightly enveloped by her warm inner thighs, as if she wanted to hold on tight. Her lower abdomen also began to contract and heave rapidly.

With a long "Oh...", Sister Yun stopped all movement. Her body ceased writhing, her moans stopped abruptly, and she fell into a deathly silence. Her thighs, which had been gripping Yang Pengfei, loosened, and Sister Yun stretched out her limbs, limp beneath him. Her eyes were slightly closed, her lips gently pursed. Her long, shiny black hair was disheveled, and her long eyelashes fluttered in the soft light. Sister Yun looked like an angel.

"Ah... this is the climax." After a moment of silence, Sister Yun sighed deeply, a seductive smile on her face.

"You scared me, I thought you were dead," Yang Pengfei said.

“I really did die.” A serene and relaxed expression appeared on Sister Yun’s face, her slightly pursed lips seeming to exude a faint, ethereal fragrance.

“You really fainted?” Yang Pengfei asked curiously.

Sister Yun nodded, a shy blush creeping across her face. Then, she rolled over, her entire body pressing against Yang Pengfei’s, her soft lips making a soft, tinkling sound as she kissed his. “Thank you!” Sister Yun said, gazing at Yang Pengfei with deep affection.

According to the renowned sexologist Heidelberg in her sexology report, the female orgasm sensation is described as follows: “My body feels suspended, full of power, a surging, raging flame, intensely engulfing everything, an exquisite, almost unbearable, extreme ecstasy.”

“I feel extremely excited—my breathing becomes rapid—at the same time, my head becomes light, as if in a dream world, sounds are distant, time seems to stand still.”

When this happens, the woman gradually forgets everything around her, even where she is—like a light bulb dimming due to insufficient power. Her nervous system channeled most of the impulses into massive, spasmodic muscle contractions, squeezing out stagnant blood from the dilated blood vessels surrounding the vaginal walls. This loss of sensation gave her a sense of loss of control. It is for this feeling that female orgasm has an even more dramatic name—"brief death."

"Why are you thanking me?" Yang Pengfei asked with a grin.

"You made sure I wasn't a woman in vain. Your thing is amazing!" Sister Yun said, reaching out to touch Yang Pengfei's penis.

"Wow, it's still so hard!"

"I haven't come yet, how can it not be hard?"

At this moment, Sister Yun rolled off Yang Pengfei, lay on her back on the bed, raised her legs, and simultaneously used both hands to spread her thighs as wide as possible, smiling seductively at Yang Pengfei, saying, "Come on, you should come too!"

Sister Yun's pink, glistening, and moist area tempted Yang Pengfei. So Yang Pengfei crawled over and knelt between Sister Yun's legs. Yun Jie's coquettishness, charm, shyness, eagerness, lust, wantonness, allure, passion, and seduction—all sorts of seductive charms surged through Yang Pengfei's mind, igniting his burning desire. He was completely immersed in an ocean of boundless carnal pleasure.

The fiery red sunrise, filtering through the gaps in the curtains, dispelled the darkness, illuminating the room. Yun Jie lazily stretched her arms and got out of bed, walking naked to the window and pulling back the curtains. Then, facing the sun, she opened the window. The sea surged in the distance, and the air in the room instantly felt fresh. The brilliant sunlight shone directly on her fair skin, creating a strong contrast of light and shadow on her beautifully curved body, forming a stunningly beautiful, hazy, backlit pattern. She tossed her long, loose hair, her delicate face smiling, gazing adoringly at the fresh, beautiful morning light.

"Get up!" Yun Jie turned and looked at Yang Pengfei. Yang Pengfei nodded to her, feeling a little tired in his limbs.

"You have a great figure!" Yang Pengfei said, gazing at Sister Yun.

"Thank you." Sister Yun walked over and gently kissed Yang Pengfei's lips.

"I'm going to take a shower first." Yang Pengfei got up and picked up the clothes he had taken off last night from the bedside before going into the bathroom. Yang Pengfei looked at himself in the glass mirror, recalling his unrestrained entanglement with Sister Yun last night, their passionate lovemaking. This morning, she stood naked in front of him again, smiling at the rising sun, completely at ease without the slightest embarrassment. Feeling exceptionally content and satisfied, Yang Pengfei thought, "Sister Yun has completely emerged from that dark period."

After showering, Yang Pengfei emerged from the bathroom to find Sister Yun lying back down on the bed. Smiling, he leaned down and nuzzled her nose against hers, saying, "I'll go check with President Yu's room and see if she has anything for me today. If not, I'll spend the rest of the day with you."

"Okay, go ahead," Sister Yun said with a smile, hooking her arm around his neck. "Work is important!"

Yang Pengfei gently kissed Sister Yun's forehead, then dressed and went to Yu Jie's door. Before knocking, he subconsciously straightened his tie, then began to knock. A moment later, Yu Jie opened the door.

"President Yu, what's up today? How did your meeting with Boss Kong go yesterday?" As soon as he entered, Yang Pengfei went straight to the point.

Yu Jie didn't answer him directly. Instead, she combed her hair in front of the mirror and said, "How is Xiaoyun's mood? I was quite busy yesterday and came back quite late, so I didn't go to your room to see her."

"Fortunately, she's recovered well emotionally. I think she's moved on from that ordeal," Yang Pengfei said confidently.

"Hehe!" Yu Jie chuckled twice, saying with a hint of deeper meaning, "You're quite good at comforting girls."

"So-so, so-so," Yang Pengfei didn't immediately understand Yu Jie's meaning, but he quickly realized it. His old face flushed slightly as he thought to himself, "Of course it's good! When will I let you try it too, let you have a little pleasure, hehe!" Thinking this, Yang Pengfei couldn't help but take a few more glances at Yu Jie. Yu Jie was wearing a light red nightgown. The nightgown was made of a thin material, and Yang Pengfei could vaguely see what was underneath. Yu Jie's full and alluring breasts did not sag at all due to her age; instead, they stood tall and erect, topped with two ripe nipples like cherries. Her slightly protruding belly below her navel looked quite adorable, and her rounded buttocks, where her full and fair thighs met, revealed a mysterious area that looked extremely alluring. Yang Pengfei secretly swallowed, trying his best to look away from her.

Yu Jie, of course, was unaware of Yang Pengfei's ulterior motives. She simply said, "The land negotiations went nowhere. You know the situation; the company won't invest in this project. My visit is just a formality. Yesterday, that old fox Kong Zirong probably realized I was just going through the motions. Today, he insisted on inviting me to dinner, saying things like 'even if business doesn't work out, we can still be friends.' Sigh, I wonder what he's really up to."

"Then go ahead. Are you afraid he's setting a trap? Do you want me to go with you?"

"Yes, I have to go. I can't refuse them. After all, they're our long-time clients. Although after this incident, it might be difficult to cooperate with them again, we can't afford to completely break ties. Making another enemy isn't a good thing. But I have other things to do today and can't get away to their invitation. So, please go in my place and bring Xiaoyun along."

"Where are you going?" Yang Pengfei asked, feigning surprise. "Is there anything else the company needs you to do?" Actually, Yang Pengfei knew in his heart that Yu Jie was definitely going to discuss the share transfer with Wei Luman and the others.

"Um..." Yu Jie hesitated for a moment and said, "I have some personal matters to attend to."

Since Yu Jie said it was personal, Yang Pengfei didn't press further and could only say, "I'm afraid I'm not qualified enough."

Yu Jie smiled slightly and said, "How are you not qualified enough? You're the investment department manager, in charge of investment matters. You're the most suitable person to go. Besides, you're just going to dinner; you don't need to do anything. Just listen attentively to what they're saying, and don't worry about anything else."

Yang Pengfei knew that further discussion was pointless; Yu Jie wouldn't be going to the dinner. The share transfer was the main focus of her trip to Shanghai; the business meeting with Wuyu Company was just a pretext. Judging from the fact that she always went out to discuss the share transfer with Wei Luman and the others behind his back, Yu Jie clearly didn't fully trust him and was always wary of him. This made Yang Pengfei secretly anxious. Without gaining Yu Jie's true trust, he couldn't infiltrate her family, learn their core secrets, and thus accurately understand their plans and methods against Yuan Tingting. Yang Pengfei thought, "It seems I have no choice but to act quickly!" And the only way to act quickly was to first possess her body, because he knew that to win a woman's heart, you must first win her body—an experience he had gained through numerous practical experiences.

"Alright, that's the arrangement for today. You can go out now; I need to change," Yu Jie said, turning around after combing her hair. Helpless, Yang Pengfei could only leave dejectedly.

Yang Pengfei returned to his room and saw Sister Yun already dressed, sitting in front of the mirror combing her hair. "How was it? Did President Yu say anything?" Sister Yun asked, looking at Yang Pengfei in the mirror.

"They said Boss Kong invited her to dinner again, but she's busy and asked me to go in her place, and to bring you along too."

"Oh, is that so? Then you go, I don't want to go. I feel uncomfortable just hearing Boss Kong's foul language." Sister Yun said, frowning.

"Won't you be bored staying here alone? Why don't you come with me? Just ignore whatever Boss Kong says, let it go in one ear and out the other, don't take it to heart." Yang Pengfei put his hands on Sister Yun's shoulders and looked at his reflection in the mirror.

"No, I'll go shopping. I've been in Shanghai for so many days, and I haven't shopped yet. I'll buy some clothes there and wear them for you tonight, okay?" Sister Yun gave Yang Pengfei a charming smile in the mirror.

"Well... okay then. If I'm free after dinner, I'll call you and we can go shopping together."

"Mmm, you're so sweet!" Sister Yun stood up, hugged Yang Pengfei, and gave him a deep kiss on the lips.

The two were making out when there was a knock on the door. Opening it, they saw Yu Jie. She said, "I'm leaving. I've already called Boss Kong; he'll pick you up later. Okay, that's all for now. Tell me if anything comes up when you get back tonight. Bye!"

"Okay, bye!"

At 11:00 AM, the car sent by Kong Zirong arrived promptly in front of the Hilton Hotel. "Are you really not going?" Yang Pengfei asked Sister Yun again.

"I really don't want to go. You should go down quickly; they're still waiting for you. Call me after you've eaten, and I'll tell you where I am. Then you can come and go shopping with me, okay?"

"Okay, don't worry, I'll try to eat quickly and come over to keep you company."

"Hehe, go ahead!"

On the way to the restaurant, Yang Pengfei first called Yuan Tingting to tell her about the situation, specifically mentioning that Yu Jie was planning to target people close to Wei Zulin. Yuan Tingting seemed quite concerned about this news, instructing him to keep a close eye on Yu Jie. Then she told Yang Pengfei she was in a meeting and hung up. Hearing the silence on the other end of the line, Yang Pengfei felt a sudden sense of bewilderment. He suddenly realized that his relationship with Yuan Tingting was no longer like that of lovers, but more like that of a subordinate working for her. This instantly dampened his previously good mood, turning it into depression.

Just as Yang Pengfei was feeling annoyed, his phone rang again. He assumed it was Yuan Tingting calling back, but when he took out his phone, it was yet another unfamiliar number. "Hello, who is it?" Yang Pengfei's tone was as if someone owed him five hundred yuan.

"Oh, what's wrong? Are you on fire?" The voice on the other end was very familiar.

Yang Pengfei quickly recognized it as Wei Luman's voice. "Ah, is this Xiaoman? I'm sorry, I'm sorry, my tone wasn't very good just now, but it wasn't directed at you." Yang Pengfei quickly apologized.

"Forget it, I won't hold it against you, but if you forget what you promised me, then I will." Wei Luman said slowly on the other end of the phone.

"What did you promise me? What was it?" Yang Pengfei racked his brains for a long time but couldn't remember, so he asked cautiously.

"What? You really forgot? That's too much!" Wei Luman said aggressively.

"I'm so sorry, I've been too busy these past few days. Could you remind me?"

"What did you promise to treat me to at the hospital the day before yesterday?"

"Oh. Right, I remember now, I invited you to dinner. Look at my memory." Yang Pengfei remembered that he had indeed said he would treat her to dinner at the hospital that day, but then he forgot about it. He didn't expect Wei Luman to remember it. "She knows that I have that kind of relationship with Yu Jie, but she still took the initiative to come to me. This means that she likes me too." This deduction excited Yang Pengfei. In the future, he could find out about Yu Jie's plans through Wei Luman. Thinking of this, his previous frustration vanished.

"That Boss Kong invited me to lunch at noon. How about I treat you tonight?" Yang Pengfei said.

"Okay, I'll call you tonight."

Upon arriving at the restaurant, Kong Zirong was already waiting there, along with Xiao Zhang. Today, Xiao Zhang was dressed particularly sexily in a black halter dress, revealing her snow-white thighs. At the table, Xiao Zhang kept toasting Yang Pengfei and occasionally throwing him flirtatious glances. Meanwhile, Kong Zirong was also enthusiastically telling Yang Pengfei about the benefits of their project. Yang Pengfei knew that if he wanted, Xiao Zhang would immediately fall into his arms. He also understood why Xiao Zhang always accompanied him to meals. In the past, Yang Pengfei would have been overjoyed, but now he had lost interest. Firstly, he knew Xiao Zhang's true identity—essentially no different from a prostitute—and secondly, he was about to meet Wei Luman, where perhaps some passion awaited him, so he didn't want to waste his energy on Xiao Zhang now.

Chapter 66

After dinner, Yang Pengfei excused himself, saying he had some matters to attend to with General Manager Yu and needed to rush back. He even patted his chest, claiming he had done his best to speak up for their project at the company's board meeting. Although Kong Zirong knew Yang Pengfei's words were unreliable, he still smiled and saw him off.

Leaving the restaurant, Yang Pengfei intended to go to Sister Yun's place and accompany her shopping, but unexpectedly, Wei Luman suddenly appeared in front of him in her red sports car, startling him. "Why are you here?" Yang Pengfei asked in surprise.

"Why can't I come?" Wei Luman said, taking off her glasses in the car.

"I mean, how did you know I was here?"

"Duh, do you even need to ask? Just ask your General Manager Yu."

"Oh." Yang Pengfei feigned understanding.

"Get in the car." Wei Luman tossed her head.

"Where to?"

"Why ask so many questions? Do you think I'd sell you out? Get in the car!"

The waves of the Huangpu River surged and churned.

The sky was a quiet, indigo blue.

In the distance, several seabirds flew and swirled.

Wei Luman leaned against Yang Pengfei's chest, tilting her head back and stroking his face repeatedly, her eyes fixed on him as if seeing him for the first time.

Suddenly, Wei Luman's face turned pale. She struggled to sit up, her red lips moving closer to kiss Yang Pengfei tenderly, tears streaming down her face. Yang Pengfei was startled and quickly asked, "What's wrong? What's wrong?"

"Pengfei, love me well, okay?" Wei Luman said through her tears, "Why did you come to Shanghai? If you hadn't come, I think I would have forgotten you, never remembered you again, and treated that time as just a dream. But now you're here, and you're standing before me, I think I can't pretend anymore. I've already lost him, but I don't want to lose you too."

Yang Pengfei was moved. He hugged Wei Luman tightly, saying nothing, nodding repeatedly. Wei Luman also held his hand, her hand soft yet seemingly possessing immense strength. Yang Pengfei let her hold it.

Wei Luman leaned against Yang Pengfei's chest again, murmuring, "I've never felt so at ease, as if all the storms of the world have nothing to do with me. You are my sky, you are my everything. You can bear all my joy and sorrow, my turbulent heart finally has a place to rest." Wei Luman sighed contentedly. At that moment

, the sun was setting, colorful clouds filled the sky, and the trees along the riverbank were lush and graceful. The river breeze and the sea breeze blended seamlessly with the sky and water. A beautiful scene was about to unfold, and the deep affection in her heart finally had a place to rest. Even forgetting the blooming spring flowers, there was still endless joy.

Yang Pengfei was immersed in Wei Luman's fiery eyes, watching himself appear and disappear in her bright pupils, and couldn't help but reach out and touch her charming cheek.

Wei Luman cupped Yang Pengfei's face in her hands, gazing intently at him, and murmured, "Such a full forehead, such majestic eyebrows, such a straight nose, such warm lips."

She stared at Yang Pengfei's face, mesmerized. She chuckled softly, gently taking Yang Pengfei's hand and placing it against her chest. Her heart pounded fiercely, passionately for him, breathtakingly for him. How many women in the world could captivate him so deeply? How many lovers could share mutual affection, but how many could meet so miraculously, so miraculously alike, and experience such unbridled joy?

Wei Luman's skirt billowed in the gentle river breeze, like a beautiful Hu woman. Her long, flowing hair danced gracefully in the evening wind. At this moment, Wei Luman was so beautiful, so captivating. With her slender hands, she brushed away the stray hairs from her face, revealing a lovely and charming smile that captivated Yang Pengfei.

"Xiaoman," Yang Pengfei's voice trembled.

"Hmm?" Wei Luman turned back, her face gentle.

"I truly wish we could never be apart!" Yang Pengfei whispered in her ear.

Wei Luman's gaze towards Yang Pengfei was earnest and tender, her eyes like pools of water, her emotions clear and unmistakable, her brows brimming with undisguised affection. Yang Pengfei's heart overflowed with deep love, fearing this was all just a dream.

The alluring Wei Luman smiled at Yang Pengfei and said, "Pengfei, you are a wonderful man, a charming and beautiful man."

"What's your zodiac sign?" Wei Luman asked.

"I'm a Scorpio," Yang Pengfei replied.

"Me too!"

"So we may appear cold on the outside, but are fiery on the inside."

"What's your blood type?" he asked.

"I'm blood type B," Wei Luman replied.

“Me too!”

“So sometimes we’re cold, sometimes passionate, and sometimes neurotic.”

“I’m also a die-hard football fan, so I often forget about my friends, I’m ashamed. But old habits die hard.” Yang Pengfei added.

“I don’t care, I respect your hobby.”

A sigh came from the depths of Yang Pengfei’s heart, “Really, I think I’ve really fallen for her! Because she’s a girl who is passionate, straightforward, kind, open-minded, and almost perfect in beauty, making it impossible and unbearable to let her pass by.”

Wei Luman was like an unpolished gem, shining with a simple brilliance, attracting his thoughts and gaze, drawing his footsteps to linger. He was deeply captivated by her smile, her words, and her personal charm.

The setting sun shone warmly on the riverbank. Yang Pengfei and she sat quietly on the shore, watching the twinkling lights of the cargo ships moored on the river. The afterglow shone around them, and in the distance came the melodious music of a guitar, a song of happiness. The people on the beach cast envious glances, making them incredibly happy. Accompanied by the lighthearted guitar music, they were completely immersed in the moment. The blissful song echoed along the riverbank, resonating in their hearts. They momentarily forgot yesterday's unpleasantness, happiness accompanying them. Their happy smiles seemed to redden the sky, the river, and their cheeks.

The old streets and alleys of Shanghai exuded a leisurely tranquility; gray walls, black asphalt roads, and old houses with only half-open wooden doors, revealing deep courtyards. Occasionally, the smell of cooking smoke wafted through the air, a faint aroma of rice mingling with the spiciness of green peppers and the astringent tang of curry. These smells brought a sense of peace and security. Yang Pengfei hadn't expected Wei Luman to live here; he had assumed she lived in an upscale residential area or a villa district.

In the evening, Wei Luman offered to cook Yang Pengfei an authentic Shanghainese meal. Yang Pengfei readily agreed, having already asked Sister Yun for leave. He told her that Boss Kong had something to discuss with him and he'd be home late. Sister Yun didn't suspect a thing; instead, she reminded him to drink less alcohol, which made Yang Pengfei feel a pang of guilt, but it was fleeting. So the two went to the supermarket together and bought a large amount of ingredients. Wei Luman took charge of the cooking, and Yang Pengfei assisted. After a busy morning, a table was laden with colorful and delicious dishes: shredded pork with garlic sauce, braised eggplant, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, sweet and sour pork ribs, sliced pork with garlic sprouts, braised tofu…

Wei Luman took a bottle of Regal, a gift from a friend, from the wine cabinet and filled two glasses.

"You want to get me drunk so you can molest me?" Yang Pengfei asked, feigning surprise.

"Get lost! Who wants to molest you?" Wei Luman rolled her eyes at Yang Pengfei. "With such great food, how can we do without wine?" She handed a glass to Yang Pengfei.

"Come on, bottoms up!" Wei Luman made a face at Yang Pengfei, raised her glass, and downed half a glass in one gulp.

"Isn't this kind of guzzling 'disrespectful' to this fine wine?" Yang Pengfei teased her.

Wei Luman giggled and said, "You used the wrong word; it should be 'waste'."

Yang Pengfei thought she was a pure girl, and there was no need to criticize her for not understanding the humor of the word. For some reason, a line from the Book of Songs suddenly flashed through Yang Pengfei's mind: "There are trees on the mountain, and branches on the trees; I love you, but you do not know."

Just as Yang Pengfei was lost in thought, Wei Luman's finger was suddenly burned by the hot soup pot. Yang Pengfei quickly asked, "How are you? Does it hurt?"

"It's nothing; getting burned while drinking with you is nothing," Wei Luman smiled sweetly at Yang Pengfei. Yang Pengfei thought she was probably a little drunk.

After they had eaten and drunk their fill, Yang Pengfei helped Wei Luman to the sofa to rest, and then brewed her a pot of Biluochun tea. She came over and hugged Yang Pengfei from behind, biting his ear and insisting she wasn't drunk.

Wei Luman's eyes were clear, her pupils reflecting Yang Pengfei's innermost thoughts. Her lips were slightly pursed, a half-smile playing on her lips, which intoxicated Yang Pengfei like a fine wine. No smile had ever moved him so deeply. When Yang Pengfei looked at her, he saw her long eyelashes veiling her deep, enigmatic eyes. They leaned back on the sofa, and Yang Pengfei embraced her, happiness spreading through him like ripples on water.

"Don't you think Buddhism is very difficult? You can't do this, you can't do that," Wei Luman suddenly asked Yang Pengfei after they had chatted about various things. "My colleagues at work want me to go to Jiuhua Mountain to worship Buddha, but I don't want to go."

After all, Wei Luman didn't know much about Buddhism. Yang Pengfei then explained some basic Buddhist concepts to her, naturally focusing on the concepts of "form" and "emptiness.

" "Don't misunderstand," Yang Pengfei added at the end. "While men may be attracted to beauty, the 'form' in Buddhism doesn't mean 'that' in a literal sense."

“I heard the saying ‘Form is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from form; form is emptiness, emptiness is form’ from the TV series ‘Journey to the West.’ So, in your eyes, am I ‘empty’?” Wei Luman

asked innocently. Yang Pengfei was instantly speechless, both amused and exasperated. He then decided to introduce Wei Luman to some basic Buddhist knowledge. He quoted Master Hsing Yun, explaining that the “form” in Buddhism doesn’t refer to physical beauty; form refers to matter, emptiness to the spirit, and “not different” means “inseparable, without distinction.” Form cannot exist without emptiness, and emptiness cannot be revealed. Form and emptiness are inseparable, hence the saying, “Form is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from form.”

Wei Luman seemed to understand, but asked Yang Pengfei if there was some “profound” hidden within, leaving him bewildered.

Chapter 67, Profound

Meaning: Buddhism emphasizes empirical evidence; empty words are far removed from its teachings. It's like going swimming with boys in a bikini; they can only see your alluring exposed parts, while the "deepest" aspects remain beyond their comprehension. Yang Pengfei's twisted logic actually stunned Wei Luman, who then burst into laughter, agreeing wholeheartedly.

Suddenly, Yang Pengfei felt they had taken another step "closer." Between men and women, some words, once uttered, can alter the entire strategic landscape, like news of a war; Greenspan's speech can have an immediate effect on the Wall Street stock market. At this

moment, Wei Luman extended her hand to Yang Pengfei, hesitant, as if waiting for a reply, as if separated by countless mountains and rivers, as if piercing through thousands of miles of clouds and fog. Yang Pengfei's heart pounded instantly; he wanted to pretend he hadn't seen anything, yet he couldn't bear to let the answer fail him. So, he reached out his left hand and gently placed it on the question mark of waiting.

Soft piano music drifted in from outside the window, and as time slowly flowed through the darkness, the television continued to flicker. The surroundings grew increasingly quiet. Suddenly, he felt his hand being gripped tightly. The warmth and breath from her hand solidified all his uncertainty. She glanced at Yang Pengfei briefly, her eyes revealing nothing more, only her hand conveying an unusual fervor.

For a moment, Yang Pengfei thought he could no longer bear this tender atmosphere. He felt suffocated in this romantic yet desperate atmosphere. All the long-hidden sadness, melancholy, and confusion deep within him were suddenly unleashed, surging forth like a tide, overwhelming his thoughts and reason. Yang Pengfei was almost powerless to control it; things would happen as they happened, and he was powerless to stop it.

Wei Luman's unintentionally exposed skin made Yang Pengfei's heart race, his face flush, and his whole body feel burning hot. Then, a certain part of her body hardened, exciting Yang Pengfei.

Time passed slowly, their distance growing ever closer. The lingering notes of the music echoed in the room, the sky gradually darkening. The gentle melody drew them into a subtle atmosphere, both silent, quietly savoring this beautiful moment. The slightly melancholic piano music filled the entire space, instantly softening their mood.

Yang Pengfei gently pressed his face against Wei Luman's neck. Her blouse was open, trimmed with white lace, revealing her long, smooth neck and delicate, lovely shoulders. Yang Pengfei pressed his cheek as close as possible to her warm, jade-like skin, greedily and wantonly inhaling the fragrance that filled the young girl's body. "Mmm..." Unable to control his desire, Yang Pengfei tightened his embrace around Wei Luman's increasingly hot body, his lips meeting hers instantly. The moist, full, and soft touch almost numbed Yang Pengfei's mind.

Wei Luman turned her face away, and Yang Pengfei seized the opportunity to press his face tightly against her cheek. Her smooth, delicate skin was burning hot and trembling. Her heart, pounding with desire, almost leaped out of her throat. The passionate embrace left her breathless, and she completely collapsed in Yang Pengfei's arms. Yang Pengfei turned his face to face Wei Luman, his lips pressing fiercely against hers. He could clearly feel her full lips trembling. He cupped her head in his hands, his lips opening greedily to devour her long-awaited soft, plump lips, sucking them wildly. Wei Luman's rapid breaths sent waves of heat onto Yang Pengfei's face. Her teeth were neat and clean, and Yang Pengfei's tongue swirled wildly around them.

Soon, her uncontrollable panting caused Wei Luman's teeth to part, and her warm, fragrant breath instantly overwhelmed Yang Pengfei's tongue. He almost savagely forced himself inside her. Wei Luman's upper and lower teeth grazed Yang Pengfei's rounded tongue. Yang Pengfei immediately felt himself lying on her soft, warm petals. His nervous confusion made her tongue shrink back helplessly. His tongue, enveloped in her saliva, was enveloped in a pure, soft, warm fragrance that made him greedily entwine with her.

Yang Pengfei began to recklessly explore every corner of Wei Luman's mouth. Her wet, warm lips almost touched his nose, her teeth scraping against his philtrum. Yang Pengfei's mouth and tongue were completely enveloped in the warm, moist, and sticky sensation.

Yang Pengfei's mouth captured Wei Luman's soft, delicate tongue tip, gently biting it with his teeth, and affectionately rubbing his tongue against it. His tongue was tightly pressed against Wei Luman's, stirring and sucking amidst her soft moans. Wei Luman's breathing became heavy, her eyes closed, her face tilted to one side. Her full lips exhaled a breath of her unique fragrance, slowly brushing against Yang Pengfei's face. Yang Pengfei buried his face in Wei Luman's hair once more, inhaling the delicate scent emanating from her hairline; he sucked on her snow-white, rounded shoulder, feeling a surge of exhilarating excitement.

Yang Pengfei began to caress Wei Luman's full, firm, and tender breasts through her low-cut neckline, feeling satisfied, intoxicated, and dizzy. He then reached down to her crotch, causing her legs to involuntarily clamp together. Under his ministrations, her smooth, delicate thighs slowly parted, and his fingers explored Wei Luman's pubic hair, which was already wet and sticky. Yang Pengfei could feel Wei Luman's body trembling slightly. At this moment, Yang Pengfei was unbearably aroused.

"Xiaoman, let me in?" Yang Pengfei said breathlessly.

"No!" Wei Luman smiled mischievously, suddenly breaking free from Yang Pengfei's embrace and running towards her bedroom. Yang Pengfei was completely bewildered by this sudden change. After a while, he finally came to his senses and walked towards Wei Luman's bedroom, his heart pounding wildly. Yang Pengfei gently knocked on the door and then pushed it open. Wei Luman, lying on the bed, pulled the towel covering her face as soon as Yang Pengfei entered. Yang Pengfei sat on the bed and reached for her hand. Wei Luman suddenly rolled over and grabbed one of Yang Pengfei's arms with both hands. Her grip was so strong that Yang Pengfei even felt a slight pain. So Yang Pengfei reached his other hand under the towel covering Wei Luman, and found her completely naked. A surge of desire immediately ignited in Yang Pengfei's heart, and he swiftly pulled the towel covering Wei Luman off completely.

So beautiful! Dazzlingly beautiful.

Snow-white, pure, without a single flaw.

Exquisite, curvaceous, displaying beautiful curves.

Yang Pengfei's heart skipped a beat. He immediately picked up Wei Luman and kissed her lips. Wei Luman's deep, hot breaths brushed against Yang Pengfei's cheek. Soon, Wei Luman began to lick and suck on Yang Pengfei's lips with her tongue, deeply drawing his mouth in and making soft, smacking sounds. Her kiss was passionate yet gentle, carefully savoring and experiencing. There was no force, no greed. Then, Yang Pengfei's lips were parted by her fragrant tongue, and Wei Luman continued to explore his mouth. Yang Pengfei couldn't help but extend his tongue to entwine with hers, they swirled together. They were intoxicated.

Yang Pengfei held Wei Luman's neck tightly. Her beautiful eyes sometimes gazed at Yang Pengfei, revealing boundless tenderness; sometimes she closed her eyes slightly, exuding a myriad of charms. Yang Pengfei sucked on her smooth tongue, swallowing the fragrant saliva in her mouth, it was so sweet and delicious. Her breasts were firm and erect, the nipples hardening within their pink areolas. They writhed against Yang Pengfei's arm and chest, making him unbearably aroused. Yang Pengfei couldn't help but lower his head and bury his face in her cleavage, inhaling her scent—a warm, fragrant, and refreshing feeling.

Yang Pengfei gently placed his hands on Wei Luman's thighs, his fingers moving incessantly between her legs. He felt the coolness of her rounded thighs and the warm, moist sensation between them.

Yang Pengfei put Wei Luman down, quickly stripping off his shirt and pulling down his pants and underwear together. Then he lay on top of her, their naked bodies pressed tightly together.

"You're so beautiful," Yang Pengfei whispered breathlessly in Wei Luman's ear.

"Is she prettier than your girlfriend?"

"She can't compare to you!"

"Liar." Wei Luman gave Yang Pengfei a charming smile, then pressed her large, firm breasts against his face. Yang Pengfei immediately hugged her tightly, as if he wanted to devour her whole.

"Go in again." Yang Pengfei put his mouth to Wei Luman's lips and gently kissed her.

"Mmm." Wei Luman nodded shyly. So, Yang Pengfei laid Wei Luman flat on the bed. He knelt between Wei Luman's legs. To avoid causing her pain, Yang Pengfei entered slowly. Then, he thrust his lower body forcefully, so tight! He felt a ring of warm, slippery, tender flesh tightly gripping him.

"Does it still hurt?" Yang Pengfei asked her with concern.

Wei Luman shook her head, showing a joyful expression. So Yang Pengfei began to slowly thrust in and out. At this moment, Wei Luman, lost in passion, tightly wrapped her fair and shapely legs around Yang Pengfei's waist, awkwardly responding. When Yang Pengfei finished, he felt a tremor run through Wei Luman's body.

"Was it good?" Yang Pengfei asked her. Wei Luman didn't answer, her eyes still tightly closed, seemingly savoring and enjoying that sweet moment.

"It was so good, I finally understand the meaning of 'ecstasy' now," Wei Luman said, opening her eyes and looking at Yang Pengfei with a dazed expression. As she spoke, a look of pleasure and satisfaction returned to her fair face, flushed with a rosy glow.

The two kissed tightly again. Time seemed to stand still…

Wei Luman, still basking in the afterglow of passion, was truly like a flower; a woman is like a flower, in the prime of her life, time flows like water.

After the storm subsided, Yang Pengfei lazily lay on the bed, preparing to take a cigarette from his pocket. But just as he lit it, Wei Luman snatched it away and threw it on the floor, saying, "I hate the smell of smoke." Helpless, Yang Pengfei could only smile wryly and pull his hand back down.

"Here, have mine." Wei Luman magically produced a pack of cigarettes from under the pillow. Yang Pengfei looked closely; it was a refreshing brand of cigarettes, the kind specifically for women.

"Huh? Didn't you just say you hated the smell of smoke? Why now…?" Yang Pengfei asked in surprise.

"Hehe, that was then, and now it's now. Besides, I just said I'm a Scorpio, a bit neurotic, how about that? You've learned your lesson, hehe." With that, she pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and began puffing away.

Yang Pengfei had always believed that when women smoke, they're not just smoking the cigarette itself, but a feeling, a mood. A good cigarette can make a woman radiate a unique glow and beauty. Amidst the pervasive fragrance, she extended her delicate fingers, pouted her full, fleshy lips, her eyes dreamy and hazy, her expression languid and intoxicated, exuding an ambiguous aura. For most men, this might be more toxic than nicotine.

"Wasn't President Yu supposed to discuss the share transfer with you today? How come you still have so much free time?" Yang Pengfei deliberately brought up the topic.

"Aunt Yu mainly talked to my father's confidants. I only played an introduction role; after that, there was nothing more for me. Aunt Yu is far more capable than me. I believe she will handle this matter very well, thus defeating that little vixen, Yuan Tingting."

Wei Luman's repeated use of "little vixen" made Yang Pengfei feel uneasy. On one hand, he felt indignant for Yuan Tingting; on the other hand, and most importantly, Wei Luman was now lying naked beside him, telling him she loved him, yet she hadn't forgotten the man from before, and therefore still hated Yuan Tingting. As the saying goes, without love, where does hate come from? Because Wei Luman still harbors feelings for him from the past, she still holds onto her hatred for Yuan Tingting. Thinking of this, Yang Pengfei said sourly, "I didn't expect your feelings for him to be so deep, still so unforgettable."

"Is that a problem?" Wei Luman's voice suddenly rose eight octaves, saying, "He was my first love, of course I can't forget him, and probably never will. But I only won't forget him, and he's someone who's no longer alive. Unlike you, someone with several women in their heart, and all of them are by your side." After saying this, Wei Luman turned her head to the side, turning her back to Yang Pengfei.

Hearing Wei Luman's words, Yang Pengfei immediately deflated. Indeed, this was his weakness, but he didn't understand why Wei Luman could change her attitude so suddenly. Was she really a little neurotic? Just then, his phone rang. He picked it up and saw it was Sister Yun calling. Yang Pengfei's heart skipped a beat. He subconsciously glanced at Wei Luman, unsure whether to answer the call or not. If he didn't answer, he was afraid Sister Yun would worry or misunderstand. If he did answer, he was afraid Wei Luman would suddenly make a sound while he was on the phone, and then Sister Yun would see through his lie.

Just as Yang Pengfei hesitated, Wei Luman spoke, though she still had her back to him. Wei Luman said, "Hurry up and answer the phone, don't let her worry. I won't say anything."

Hearing this, Yang Pengfei nervously answered the phone, "Hello, Sister Yun, what's up?"

"Pengfei, where are you now? Are you done with your work?"

"Almost, I'm out on the street right now. Is something wrong?" Yang Pengfei asked cautiously.

"Nothing much. If you're done, come over and have dinner with me. How about I treat you to dinner tonight?"

"Okay...okay...okay! Where are you now? I'll come pick you up." Yang Pengfei glanced guiltily at Wei Luman, who still had her back to him and didn't move.

"I'm at the McDonald's not far from the hotel. Come quickly! I'm waiting for you." Sister Yun seemed to be in a good mood.

"Hehe!" Yang Pengfei chuckled dryly. "You're not going to treat me to McDonald's, are you?"

"Hehe, you'll find out when you get here. Come on, don't say any more."

"Okay." Hanging up the phone, Yang Pengfei leaned down and whispered to Wei Luman, "I have to go."

"Go ahead, maybe she needs you more than I do," Wei Luman said softly, but still didn't turn around. Yang Pengfei hadn't expected her to be so agreeable, agreeing so readily. He had originally planned to use some persuasion, but now it was all unnecessary. Yang Pengfei couldn't help but sigh inwardly, "She really is a Cancer girl; her emotions change so quickly, it's truly overwhelming. I have no idea what she's thinking."

"Okay, I'll go now. Call me if you need anything." After saying that, Yang Pengfei quickly got dressed and prepared to leave. But just as he opened the bedroom door, he heard Wei Luman say from behind, "Catch." Yang Pengfei turned around and saw something flying towards him. Yang Pengfei was startled, but luckily he was quick-witted and agile, catching the flying object. Upon closer inspection, he realized it was a car key.

"This is...?" Yang Pengfei asked, puzzled.

"Just take my car, it'll save you from having to take a taxi. It's hard to get a taxi at this time," Wei Luman said, sitting on the bed, staring blankly at him.

"Thank you! I'll return it to you first thing tomorrow morning." With that, Yang Pengfei practically fled the door. He was afraid that if he lingered any longer, he would be moved by Wei Luman's eyes, which held a mixture of reproach, resentment, sorrow, and tenderness, and thus stay.

Instead of heading directly to the meeting place with Sister Yun in Wei Luman's sports car, Yang Pengfei went to a shopping mall first, intending to buy Sister Yun a gift. Inside the mall, he spent a long time browsing the women's goods section, unable to decide what to buy. After wandering around for a while, Yang Pengfei arrived at the "Meister.Bangwei" counter. There, a female customer, about Yang Pengfei's age and quite attractive, was selecting clothes. After looking through the clothes, she suddenly said to Yang Pengfei, "Excuse me, could you do me a favor?"

Yang Pengfei was surprised and quite pleased. After all, in a public setting, having a beautiful woman ask for his help instead of asking someone else was quite a prestigious thing. So Yang Pengfei quickly replied, "Of course, what's up?"

"Thank you, it's like this, I'd like to buy a shirt for my friend. He's about your height, and I'd like to ask you what size shirt would fit him best."

Yang Pengfei countered, "Is he thin or overweight?" As he said this, he couldn't help but think, "Giving a man clothes without knowing his size—it's definitely not for a husband or boyfriend. Could it be that she has a crush on a man and wants to express her feelings through this gift?"

Yang Pengfei enthusiastically became the lady's free model, helping her try on a whole bunch of clothes. In the end, the lady picked out several and bought them. Seeing this, Yang Pengfei couldn't help but secretly envy the unknown man, having such a beautiful and generous girl pursuing him.

"Okay, thank you!" the lady said to Yang Pengfei after paying.

"You're welcome, it was nothing."

"Alright, bye-bye!" the lady waved goodbye to Yang Pengfei and prepared to leave.

"Oh, wait a minute," Yang Pengfei suddenly remembered something and quickly said.

"Is there anything else?" The saleswoman turned to look at Yang Pengfei, puzzled.

"Hehe, I also need your help. I want to buy a gift for my girlfriend, but I don't know what to get. You're a girl, you should understand girls' feelings better than us men, what do you think I should get her?" Yang Pengfei said shyly.

The saleswoman was surprised, but she readily agreed, probably because Yang Pengfei had helped her for most of the day, and she felt bad refusing. So the saleswoman started bustling around for Yang Pengfei. It was easy for her to buy what she wanted, as she had her own target and could choose from the counters she was interested in. But Yang Pengfei didn't have a target, so he had to put in a lot of effort. He looked at cosmetics, jewelry, clothes, and everything else, and finally decided on a platinum necklace. The saleswoman put the platinum necklace around her neck for Yang Pengfei to see. Yang Pengfei looked at it and thought it was indeed very beautiful, and he admired the saleswoman's aesthetic sense.

After paying, they prepared to say goodbye. The young woman smiled and said to Yang Pengfei, "I wish you happiness!"

"Thank you! And I wish you all your dreams come true," Yang Pengfei replied meaningfully.

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