[Urban] Hidden Rules (Complete) - 4

Chapter Twenty-Three: Reunion and Bodyguards

The new residential complex was a newly built apartment building in 2002, with a much better environment than before. Although it wasn't on the first floor, there were three elevators, all open 12 hours a day, making it very convenient for Mr. Sun to go up and down the stairs. Most importantly, grocery shopping was much more convenient, with the market and Carrefour supermarket nearby, which pleased Mrs. Sun. The only downside was that Sun Qiao's school was a few stops further away than before, but since she would have to take the bus anyway, and Beijing was heavily promoting public transport cards with discounts on city lines, it was still worthwhile.

Mrs. Sun had to work overtime at her company on Saturday morning, so Mr. Sun and Sun Qiao started packing. Li Huairen arranged a car, and they arrived at the Sun family home before 10 a.m. Four helpers were very polite and bustling about, loading furniture into the car without stopping. Even a

dilapidated house has its treasures; they packed quite a lot of things, though of course, there were no valuables. Sun Qiao mainly has books. She's a sensible child; she hasn't asked her parents for toys since she was six, and she doesn't have many clothes either. Sun's father feels a little sad seeing this, thinking: If Li Huairen were Qiao'er's father, he would definitely give her whatever she wants. How could he be so stingy as to not even buy her a new piece of clothing all year round?

Being a model isn't easy these days. In beauty pageants or model competitions, there's a talent show segment. Last year, Sun Qiao had an opportunity, but she didn't participate and was eliminated by the school because of the talent segment. The teacher said: "Now, the content of a competition is much richer than before, and it's an advancement system, not just one or two rounds. If it's always just singing and dancing, the judges will get visually fatigued. We need to cultivate students' talents in many ways."

The young models who later represented the school in the competition all came from wealthy families and possessed a wide variety of talents, such as playing the electronic keyboard, guzheng, and flute. Even when they sang, they would play the guitar and sing by themselves. At this point, Mr. Sun felt particularly sorry for his daughter. He thought about gritting his teeth and buying her a musical instrument, but then he would have to find someone to teach her, and he heard that a lesson would cost more than 100 yuan. After thinking it over, he still couldn't afford it and had to give up.

In fact, Mr. Sun was an honest man and easily believed the school's explanation. The truth was that the opportunity was not entirely based on merit. Even if Sun Qiao made it to the preliminary rounds, she would still be eliminated in the semi-finals. The reason was simple: girls like Sun Qiao had neither connections nor money. Awards such as the top ten models, best figure, most photogenic, and champion, runner-up, and third place were basically predetermined beforehand, and there was no fairness whatsoever.

So, deep down, Mr. Sun began to place his hopes on Li Huairen. He felt that this Minister Li was refined and elegant, with an extraordinary temperament, and being a high-ranking official, if he really wanted to help his daughter, it would be a piece of cake. As

soon as the move was completed, Mr. and Mrs. Sun discussed it and had their daughter call Minister Li to invite him to their home for dinner. Because Li Huairen was busy with official duties, the date was rescheduled once, finally settling on Sunday evening.

Sun Qiao felt that the meal was even better than the one she had during the New Year; it included chicken, fish, meat, and even shrimp. Mr. and Mrs. Sun, hoping that Sun Qiao would "become a godfather," naturally prepared carefully, also making cabbage and pork dumplings and buying Wuliangye liquor at Carrefour supermarket.

That evening, Li Huairen arrived at the Sun's house on time. The two elders were even more convinced that he was trustworthy and reliable. They knew that traffic in Beijing was unpredictable; to be punctual required enduring traffic jams. Punctuality was a fine quality, Mr. Sun wholeheartedly agreed.

Little did he know, Li Huairen was meticulous in everything he did, handling matters and people he cared about with utmost care and precision. Since it was a housewarming gift, he had given a modest present: a Japanese-made pressure rice cooker, costing over three thousand yuan. Of course, no one in the Sun family knew anything about such things; they simply thought it was quite practical.

This showed his deep thoughtfulness. If the gift had been too extravagant, it would have seemed deliberate, and even the most oblivious parents would have seen through his ulterior motives.

Sun Qiao served chrysanthemum green tea and sat respectfully beside her father, chatting with Li Huairen. Looking at her in the dim light, she seemed even more unbelievably beautiful—her eyelashes were so long, her face so delicate… Sun Qiao was wearing a beige short-sleeved dress today. Although it wasn't new, it was neat and clean, making her skin appear even whiter than snow, and her arms as smooth as jade. One couldn't help but want to reach out and touch her…

Li Huai Ren, taking advantage of chatting with the two, tried his best not to pay attention to her lower body, in order to maintain the image of a refined elder.

“Little Sun, have your high school entrance exam results come out yet? Which high school did you apply to?” he asked casually.

Actually, Sun Qiao had already told him that she didn't plan to go to high school, but wanted to go directly to the school's vocational high school, and then study for a junior college degree after she started working.

Sun's father sighed, frowned, and remained silent. Although he desperately hoped that Li Huai Ren would help him out, they weren't related, so how could he ask again? Moving to this house was already a rare achievement; asking for more might seem like taking advantage.

"I applied to the vocational school affiliated with this school, and I'm currently in a special talent class," Sun Qiao answered politely, wondering why Li Huai Ren would ask the same question again today.

Li Huai Ren adjusted his glasses, subtly observing their expressions. His intention wasn't to offer help with Sun Qiao's high school entrance exam at this moment, but to make Sun's father feel bad: such a beautiful and intelligent daughter, so sensible, yet unable to attend high school and university—the fault lay with the parents' lack of ability… As parents, they all hope their children will be successful. Nowadays, even celebrities need education; not studying or not studying well will affect Sun Qiao's future development… The issues he raised were like a giant black vortex, slowly, step by step, sucking Sun Qiao in.

According to the storyteller's narration, the Sun family had been drinking and eating for several rounds. Sun's father and Li Huairen were toasting and chatting happily, the atmosphere was very warm. The topic gradually circled back to Sun Qiao, and Sun's father sighed deeply, full of sorrow: "This child is pitiful. She's a burden to me, a cripple. She can't go to the school she likes, she can't go to university. She's so young and she has to think about how to make a living. It's really..." He choked up, feeling sad and unable to continue.

Li Huairen paused for a moment, then nodded: "I think she's a good child. Brother, if you have any difficulties in the future, you can tell me." With this introduction, Sun's father felt that a guiding light had illuminated the entire Sun family, and there was no reason not to continue. So he said: "I won't stand on ceremony... There's nothing else. I'm a cripple and can't be relied on. It's just that this woman has suffered because of me. Her mother's job isn't very stable either. She has to do housework and work, and her health isn't good..."

"Oh, Dad!" Sun Qiao interrupted her father. She didn't know what was wrong with her father; he was suddenly so pessimistic. She thought that taking on odd jobs wouldn't be hard to earn money, and that things would gradually improve—perhaps she was just young and fearless, unwilling to complain about being poor in front of outsiders.

Sun's mother glared at Sun Qiao reproachfully. They had just gotten to the crucial point, and her heart was pounding with anxiety as her husband spoke. She couldn't help but scold her for being so inconsiderate, interrupting adults and behaving improperly.

Sun Qiao's sudden interruption made Sun's father swallow back the words he could have easily said. His courage waned, and just as he was trying to find the right words, Li Huai Ren spoke up: "Brother, I understand what you mean. I like Sun Qiao too. I only have one son at home, not as caring as a daughter...

Brother, I envy you! Little Sun is so good, smart and sensible..." Seeing that the opportunity was about right, he said: "Little Sun, I'm forty-two this year, a government employee, healthy and upright. If I were to adopt you as my goddaughter, would you be willing?"

The rest of the story was exactly what everyone expected—a win-win situation. One side got what they wanted, and the other was completely satisfied. Only Sun Qiao found it strange to call a man she had only known for less than two months her godfather.

Zhou Yan had rested for more than half a month, and her injuries had healed by about 70-80%. That day, Director Wang came to visit. "Oh, isn't this my godfather? With things so tense outside, you still remember me?"

Director Wang wasn't angry, since he was indeed in the wrong! He walked over and put his arm around Zhou Yan's shoulder, his voice like he was coaxing a child, "My darling, why are you angry with Daddy?" While he was coaxing her, his eyes were glued to Zhou Yan's body. He reached out to unbutton her pajamas, but he grabbed his hand after only unbuttoning the first button. "Is this how a father should act?" Zhou Yan sat up straight, leaning against the headboard. Her breasts swayed with the movement, making Wang Tongming's mouth dry. He quickly smiled apologetically, "Don't be angry, don't be angry. You won't be pretty if you're angry..." His wolfish hand rubbed her chest through her pajamas, the touch soft and smooth. He hurriedly went to unbutton the second button, revealing glimpses of her cleavage, which was incredibly alluring. He continued unbuttoning, "You saw the situation that day. It was really inconvenient for me to show up." Half of the buttons on her blouse were undone, and her chest was completely open, revealing a cascade of breasts. Inside, a purple bra held up two beautifully shaped, peach-like breasts, tempting one to explore further. He eagerly pulled aside one side of the lace and put it in his mouth, teasing the areola and nipple while mumbling, "I've missed you so much, you little vixen, let me touch you, Daddy's all hard." He then guided Zhou Yan's hand downwards.

Zhou Yan ignored him, letting him kiss her to his heart's content before saying, "You let that Lu guy do whatever he wants to me, fucking me so badly I can't get out of bed, I can't face anyone, my injuries haven't even healed, and now there's this abortion scandal. You think I'm not troublesome enough? You come here to bother me again. Am I, Zhou Yan, really that bad?" "My darling, you've been wronged. I'll get revenge for that stupid thing when I get the chance," Director Wang coaxed, pressing her onto the bed and kissing her. "How could Daddy mistreat you? Scandal? What's a scandal? After this storm passes, you'll still be incredibly famous, no one can compare." He reached for his pants, unbuttoning his penis, saying, "I really missed you, my heart aches from missing you so much. Let Daddy fuck you to release the fire..." (Advertisement break: Still relying on your hands? How can that be satisfying? Forum reputation guaranteed! Healthy anti-premature ejaculation masturbation exercise device, real oral sex pleasure experience, hot recommendation!) Maintain the feeling of ejaculation for 30 minutes, enjoy the pleasure to the point of dizziness. Fully automated masturbation with 12 different sex positions and vibration frequencies. Click to enter.

He tried to pull up her pajama bottoms again, but couldn't. Zhou Yan was very uncooperative, so the man pestered her and put his hand inside her underwear to touch her vulva...

Zhou Yan could only say, "The tear down there hasn't healed yet, it needs to rest for a month."

Upon hearing this, Director Wang's lust subsided by half. He lay on top of her and said, "Why didn't you say so earlier?" "What difference does it make whether I say it earlier or later?" "If I had said it earlier, I wouldn't have come. You bad thing, you just torture people, you let me see but not touch!" Director Wang saw Zhou Yan glaring at him sideways, her bright eyes sparkling, looking delicate and tender. His heart softened, and he went to kiss her again: "The reporters downstairs have been coming non-stop lately, it's so dangerous for me." "You know it's dangerous and you still dare to come over?" You're

incredibly audacious. "Aren't you going to have pity on your father?" Zhou Yan was determined to ignore him, but he persisted, "I'll be gentle... gentle, give it to me, my darling, let me put my cock in, just for a little while... hmm?" He buried his head in her chest, pulled open her bra and sucked on her nipples alternately, his lower body rubbing against her, hard as iron. "Pervert, all you know is mating!" Zhou Yan's hair was spread across the pillow, she covered her mouth and laughed and cursed, her face full of seductive charm, captivating everyone.

But she was truly angry inside. This old beast was even worse than that little Zhao and Wei, he had no pity for women at all. She really wanted to cut off his troublesome root with a knife, so that he could never be a man again.

But she couldn't offend him openly, so she had to muster her strength and give him oral sex, using all her skills to serve that old man's cock. Her little mouth was tired and numb, and finally he ejaculated all over her head and face, which was enough to appease her.

Zhou Yan had made up her mind. Now that she was back from her injury, she needed to find a new backer. While she was still young, she wanted to get rid of that heartless dog, Lao Wang.

After he left, she took a shower again and had just put on her bathrobe when her agent called. It turned out that the bodyguard Zhou Yan was looking for would be arriving in the area in a few minutes, and

the agent asked if she wanted to meet him. "Sure, as long as it's not a reporter in disguise. Those dogs are just waiting to tear me apart!" When she met him, Zhou Yan maintained her composure on the surface, but inside she was overjoyed. Her agent knew how to handle things; the man was incredibly handsome—tall, well-proportioned, with sharp eyes, a clean-cut face, and a military-like demeanor. Every gesture exuded masculinity.

He was truly a handsome guy!

Her initial anger dissipated considerably upon seeing this handsome bodyguard, especially since he didn't dare look her in the eye. Zhou Yan couldn't help but laugh and really wanted to tease him.

Even if it's a matter of scarcity making things valuable, Zhou Yan had seen too many shameless, beastly men in her life. "Xiao Zheng, 29 years old, male, 185cm tall, 160kg, retired soldier, a special forces soldier in the army, skilled in free fighting..." Zhou Yan approached, looking extremely satisfied. She circled him once, then leaned close, her face almost touching his... The Xiao Zheng who would later protect her remained ramrod straight, his eyes fixed straight ahead, seemingly unmoved by Zhou Yan's intentional or unintentional flirting, even surrounded by the sweet scent of shampoo.

But that wasn't the case. Xiao Zheng didn't dare look at Zhou Yan because he had already carefully sized her up when she opened the door for him.

He wasn't a saint, nor could he resist temptation. Only he knew how stunned he was by Zhou Yan's beauty upon first sight. It was a picture of a beautiful woman emerging from a bath, her delicate body enveloped in the steam, her beautiful eyes bathed in warmth, her long, curled eyelashes… A multitude of beautiful images swept across his heart, followed by a jolt of electricity that pierced him through, leaving him numb and trembling to every limb. He dared not look again.

He constantly reminded himself that bodyguards couldn't have emotional entanglements with their employers; doing so would violate professional ethics.

Chapter Twenty-Four: Chen Jingfei and

Li Huairen acted with meticulous care. He knew that Sun Qiao hadn't truly accepted him as her godparent, so he always carefully looked after her, mostly sending text messages reminding her to take care of her health and not overwork, or asking about her studies. After more than twenty days, Sun Qiao gradually began to reciprocate his subtle, familial care, occasionally even bringing up things about school or home.

Seeing that he had made some progress, Li Huairen took advantage of his trip to England to buy Sun Qiao two outfits costing around a thousand yuan each. He felt that although Sun Qiao was simple-minded, she had a bit of pride, which could be seen from the occasional glimpses of her expression. Therefore, being impatient for quick results was not the best approach. Girls all love to look beautiful, and although Sun Qiao said she didn't want them, her eyes clearly showed her delight! Li Huairen then said, "If you think they suit you, then buy them. If you don't want them, it's just me and my son at home. Do you expect me to wear a skirt? Or should I have a tailor alter it into shorts?" He held up the red plaid knee-length pleated skirt to his waist, and Sun Qiao burst out laughing.

The day she wore her new clothes, several classmates came to ask where she bought them, quite envious—Sun Qiao had always only ever envied others, and finally, she had satisfied her vanity. She also felt some gratitude towards Li Huai Ren, after all, he was busy abroad but still thought to bring her and her family gifts. So, on a whim, she sent him a text message: "You have great taste, the clothes are beautiful, thank you!"

A minute later, a text message came back: "Let's have lunch together sometime, wear it to show your godfather."

Sun Qiao quickly agreed, and the two arranged to meet the following Monday at noon.

Coincidentally, that day, the school contacted a film crew to cast actors for a fashion idol drama about two models who hadn't achieved fame and fortune, and now, at thirty, facing a career change and still unmarried, searching for work... While going on blind dates, her excessive height led to a series of humorous incidents. Because the drama involved models, many minor roles were to be filled by students from Sun Qiao's school. The production team used students because they were cheap, obedient, and their pretty faces were appealing to audiences.

Sun Qiao also went to the audition. At nine o'clock in the morning, the school auditorium was filled with girls over 1.75 meters tall, waiting for inspection. Needless to say, they were all there for the famous director.

The director of this drama was known for using newcomers; although the pay was low, the quality of the films was high, the public loved them, and even extras might become famous.

Sun Qiao's beauty was undeniable, and her demeanor had a star quality. Standing in a crowd, she was sure to be noticed. The assistant director selected her from over 170 girls for the next round of auditions.

This round only had less than forty people left. I heard it was the last round before the auditions, so they were divided into four teams, about ten people per team, going to the director's review one team at a time. She was in the third group.

The first two groups were in for about half an hour, and then some people came out one after another. Judging from their expressions, these were probably the ones who didn't pass, so the third and fourth groups started to talk. "Lin Yichen didn't come out, she's probably chosen, she's really lucky." Someone in front said. "Fu Yadi seems to have stayed too?" Another person nudged Sun Qiao: "Then I think you can stay too, Lin Yichen and Fu Yadi aren't as good-looking as you." "I think you're pretty, but I don't know what the criteria are." Sun Qiao laughed. "Criteria?" The girl suddenly lowered her voice: "The selection right now is based on appearance, whoever looks good and has a good figure stays. When it comes to the auditions, it depends on whether you're good enough! If you're not good enough, how can you give you a role?"

Sun Qiao understood what "good enough" meant, frowned and didn't reply. In fact, even before Zhou Yan brought up the issue of unspoken rules, Sun Qiao had thought about it repeatedly. In the general public's perception, celebrities are all "made through sleeping around." The entire entertainment industry is like a giant target; those who don't sleep around are like people who can never get close to the bullseye, only able to wander on the periphery, wasting time and making it difficult to change careers later.

The saying "fame should come early" makes young actresses, singers, and models like moths to a flame, burning their dignity and bottom line in the fire of unspoken rules. Some roles can make someone famous overnight, with immense appeal. Sun Qiao was terrified of unspoken rules. She had aspirations for love, believing that sex and love should go hand in hand; she was also afraid of living a life of obscurity, which would be a huge disappointment to her parents. Like Teacher Zhou Shaoyan, being a teacher in her forties was definitely not the outcome she wanted.

She avoided thinking about unspoken rules and wasn't mentally prepared for their arrival, always hoping that such a thing wouldn't happen.

Today, her classmate brought up the issue of "getting on the right track" again, and her heart sank – even if she made it through the first round, she probably wouldn't get a role.

Dejected, she followed the next group to see the director. They stood in a line in the conference hall, each receiving a script.

When the director called names, Sun Qiao glanced at the stage and saw a woman in green in the middle who looked very familiar. She searched her memory and remembered a name – Chen Jingfei.

The woman probably recognized Sun Qiao too, paused slightly, then turned and whispered a few words in the director's ear.

Sun Qiao's number was called first. She was a little nervous while reciting her lines, her voice trembling slightly, but fortunately, she was from Beijing, and her Mandarin pronunciation wasn't a big problem, so she didn't make any mistakes. Dissatisfied with her performance, she finished and stood aside, waiting for the result without hope.

The director exchanged views with the school's director and then called the next person.

Half an hour later, Sun Qiao emerged with the group of eliminated students, feeling down – this result was expected, but she couldn't help feeling disappointed.

Suddenly, a voice called to her, "Sun Qiao, don't go back yet, wait in my office."

Sun Qiao turned around and saw it was Director Zheng from the school looking for her.

What was going on? She was very confused. Her classmates who came out with her also asked her, if she was going to stay, why was she being called to the office?

It turned out that Sun Qiao's ominous suspicions were confirmed—it turned out that Chen Jingfei had sabotaged the school by revealing Sun Qiao's participation in the auto show.

School regulations stipulated that students could not participate in any social activities not recommended by the school during their studies, including paid and unpaid activities. If violated, they would not only have to fill out a major demerit form and write a profound self-criticism, but also be fined double the amount of the reward received.

Sun Qiao was terrified. She didn't hear anything the teacher said afterward; the only thought in her mind was: Why am I so unlucky! "Alright, go back and reflect on your actions. Write a 5,000-word self-criticism and pay the fine to the school's finance office next Monday." Seeing Sun Qiao still standing there blankly, the teacher continued, "The fine is to teach students a lesson. School regulations must be strictly followed. If everyone acted like you, everyone would take on private jobs, and chaos would ensue! You're young and lack judgment. You don't understand the dangers of participating in commercial activities. If something happens, you can't take responsibility. That's why the school has these regulations—to protect you minors, understand?"

Sun Qiao was scolded and was walking out in a daze when the teacher's voice drifted into her ears again: "Pay the fine on time. If you don't, you'll be suspended."

What should she do? Sun Qiao thought to herself. How unlucky! If only she hadn't come to the interview, she wouldn't have met Chen Jingfei, and she wouldn't have been exposed—but why did she expose her? Just because of what happened at the auto show?

And what about the fine? She didn't want to ask her mother for money; her mother had a hard life, calculating every penny. Asking her for 50,000 yuan would be like asking for her life… Where was she going to get the money…

This absent-minded state continued until her lunch appointment with Li Huai Ren. After accidentally breaking a glass and almost spilling hot soup on herself, Li Huai Ren asked her if something was wrong. "No, nothing," Sun Qiao said apologetically, waiting for the waiter to change the tablecloth, then quickly changed the subject: "Godfather must be very busy, right?"

"Girl, I like honest children." Across the table, he reached out and pressed his hand on the back of Sun Qiao's hand, grasping her delicate, white, soft, and slightly damp hand. Her thin little hand trembled pitifully and unconsciously.

Sun Qiao had an urge to tell the truth, but for some reason, she held back. Before she could figure it out, she instinctively tried to pull her hand back, but the man's grip was so strong that she could barely move.

"Tell me," his voice was low, heavy like a blow to her heart, urging her with an imposing authority.

Li Huairen was actually hoping Sun Qiao would ask him for a favor now, as he was eager to get closer to her. Although he was patient with Sun Qiao, it would be even better if they could quickly develop feelings for each other. In the past month, because of Sun Qiao, his appetite had become quite picky, and his sexual desire was difficult to satisfy. He always thought of Sun Qiao, but then he would find fault with her skin, waist, or voice. In short, he couldn't focus his arousal. After two or three times, he didn't want to seek anyone out anymore, treating it as a way to maintain his health.

This man, who hadn't had a wet dream in years, recently dreamt of the same woman—Sun Qiao, his newly adopted goddaughter. Her figure was like a little hook, making his heart tremble. He had seen her breasts in his dreams, like pure white doves, and the delicate tips like cherry blossoms in March… In short, he hadn't dreamt of penetration yet; in his sweet dream, Sun Qiao simply called him "Daddy" a few times, and he had already ejaculated.

This little vixen before him, innocent and pure, was the source of his restlessness and insomnia. Her alluring appearance had captivated him—he couldn't wait to reel her in, yet he had to suppress his urges. These conflicting emotions tore him in two, a stark contrast to his usual self.

His large hand completely enveloped hers, his palm radiating an astonishing heat. He traced the cool back of her hand, grasping her shy, timid fingertips, caressing her nervous, slightly damp palm—that small hand reminded him of the first time he held a woman's hand, that exciting, exhilarating feeling, that adrenaline-pumping sensation.

Sun Qiao, preoccupied with her own thoughts, struggled with the decision of whether or not to tell him, constantly trying to persuade him, and thus failed to notice how fraught this seemingly lewd handshake was.

His voice, alluring yet domineering, said, "Go ahead and tell me. I can handle it all, hmm?"

Sun Qiao met his eyes and found them strikingly black, like ink, like the sea at night, concealing something unseen and unpredictable. She succumbed to that powerful dark force, as if making a deal with the devil, knowing full well that the price was too high to pay, yet still going through with it…

Li Huairen patiently listened to her recount the whole story, then smiled slightly after a while: “What’s the big deal? Hmm?”

"You're so worried, your little brows are furrowed, you're almost like a little old lady." He ruffled her hair, wiped her forehead, touched her cheeks, and pinched her pointed little chin, saying, "You don't need to worry about those things at school, I'll handle them all. Recognize me as your godfather. It's not that no one can bully you, but they're definitely a minority, a very small minority." He then squeezed her shoulder, pretending to be kind, but actually using comfort as a pretext for taking advantage—and the more he touched her, the more he loved her, as if he wanted to melt her down and drink her whole.

Li Huai Ren then formally offered to sponsor Sun Qiao's high school education, saying, "Sun Qiao, your godfather doesn't like you attending this so-called special talent school, don't object yet… Listen to me, it's good that you want to be independent, but discretion is the better part of valor—you know that vocational school and junior college degrees are no longer sufficient to meet the demands of the higher education market, so why insist? Money isn't something a child needs to worry about. Study hard, while I can help you and make arrangements, and choose the path that's most beneficial for you." "

Actually, university was another dream of Sun Qiao's besides becoming a famous model, but she didn't dare to think that far ahead...

"Godfather, I want to be a model, I..." "I didn't say you can't be one. Studying hard will help you become a better model. Let me give you an example. You know Zhou Yan. Although she also studied at this school, she went to Renmin University for her university. If you lack that, once you become famous, people will scrutinize your educational level and look down on you..."

Seeing Sun Qiao hesitate, he continued, "Studying only academic subjects isn't enough. You also need to cultivate various talents and be fully equipped... Do you want to be Miss Beijing? Miss China? Miss World?"

Sun Qiao's heart skipped a beat, and Li Huai Ren seized the opportunity: "Representing the beautiful image of a city, a country, and even the world, do you think a vocational school or junior college level is appropriate?" Chapter

Twenty-Five: An Immoral Deal (h)

The trouble Chen Jingfei caused was quickly resolved. The vice-principal even personally apologized to Sun Qiao, without mentioning fines, inspections, or public reprimands. He expressed regret over Sun Qiao's transfer, stating sincerely that it was a loss for the school. He concluded by wishing Sun Qiao a brighter future.

If it weren't for the need to return to the school to retrieve her student file, this might be Sun Qiao's last visit—she had no attachment to the place. Her classmates and teachers all had their own agendas, and everyone around her was scrambling to climb the social ladder, so there was no need for farewell, and no one would remember her.

Li Huairen successfully got her into X Middle School. Coincidentally, this school, with teaching staff comparable to No. 4 and No. 8 Middle Schools, was located in Sun... Near the art school where Sun Qiao and her friends lived, Zhou Yan happened to pass by once when she came to pick up Sun Qiao. It's worth mentioning that this school is a true international bilingual elite school, with many foreign teachers and high fees—take English for example, only the grammar lessons are taught by Chinese teachers; everything else, from oral English and English-speaking culture to advanced conversational and casual English, is taught face-to-face by foreign teachers. There are also courses in translation and business English taught by senior experts. So, despite its appearance as a comprehensive school with junior and senior high school, it's actually a cradle for students to prepare thoroughly for studying abroad.

Most of the students here are children of high-ranking officials or wealthy second-generation individuals with some connections; there are very few unknown students. Sun Qiao, like a guinea pig mixed in with ferrets—the difference is stark, both inside and out. It was obvious.

However, Sun Qiao's entrance exam scores were above average; her 536 points on the high school entrance exam were not bad. Precisely because the student body was diverse in academic performance, the starting point here wasn't as unattainable as at No. 4 or No. 8 Middle Schools, making it easier to keep up.

Like a frog being boiled in cold water, Sun Qiao gradually adapted to being taken care of. On weekends, a private car would take her to a music academy to study the guzheng—this was Li Huai Ren's idea. Sun Qiao was neither too young nor too old; learning the piano wasn't the best time, and spending a lot of time on music would interfere with her academic studies. So, she chose the guzheng, firstly because it sounded gentle and charming on a girl's instrument, and secondly because it was relatively easy to learn; after a while, she could fool a layman. As

she spent more time with Li Huai Ren, Sun Qiao discovered that he... There's a certain charm about him that's very touching. Coupled with his busy schedule and powerful position, even occasional acts of kindness seem precious. Once, Sun Qiao had a slight cold and a low-grade fever, but her biological parents didn't take it too seriously, only telling her to take medicine and rest. Li Huai Ren had just returned to Beijing from a meeting in Guangdong that day. Hearing from Sun Qiao's phone call that she was sick, he didn't even go home. He drove straight from the airport to pick her up and take her to the hospital. For five hours, including the consultation and IV drip, he stayed by her side attentively, occasionally telling jokes to cheer her up and pass the time. When she fell asleep from exhaustion, he stayed by her bedside. By the time the IV drip was finished, his eyes were bloodshot and he was utterly exhausted. Touched, she felt an urge to cry. He stroked her hair and said, "If you feel sorry for me, just call me Dad, and I won't feel tired anymore." "Dad, you're so good." She didn't call him godfather, but "dad."

Li Huairen's self-inflicted injury had worked, and he was very excited. He bent down and kissed Sun Qiao's cheek. "Good girl, Dad loves you the most and cherishes you the most. You must take good care of yourself and not make Dad worry." He kissed her forehead again. His

half-closed eyelashes blocked his wolfish gaze from her red lips, where a cherry-like hue shone through, burning with inner heat, making him want to devour it whole.

Sun Qiao's skin was smooth, and he didn't know what kind of skincare oil she used, but it had a light vanilla scent, sweet and fragrant, with an unforgettable aftertaste. Li Huai Ren tried hard to suppress his urges; he didn't want to let a moment of impulse ruin all his previous efforts—they had been separated for 27 years, and if the generation gap of three years added to the estrangement, it was already difficult for Sun Qiao to treat him as a close elder, let alone a lover. If he wanted to completely possess this girl in a manly way, he needed a "scheme."

Like a spider spinning its web, Li Huai Ren had spun his web and calculated the time for his prey to fall into it, only... It's just waiting for the harvest... (Clear water ends)

According to Zhou Yan herself, she became despondent because of the "fake pregnancy scandal," and some of her endorsement and runway shows were canceled for fear of relentless pursuit by entertainment reporters. She spent her days just staring at her bodyguard, Xiao Zheng, who, in her opinion, was incredibly boring except for his good looks and physique. Once, Zhou Yan took the initiative to flirt with him, kissing his handsome lips for ten minutes. He was clearly breathing heavily, but he remained oblivious, leaving her feeling embarrassed and resentful.

Later, she couldn't stand it anymore and repeatedly pressured Director Wang to find a way to mitigate the impact of the incident. Director Wang worked on the media while simultaneously securing a good role for Zhou Yan in a movie that was about to start filming. Of course, there were conditions: he needed her "help" to deal with his old nemesis and former superior—Shao Pengyuan.

Director Wang was a slippery man, always trying to make the most advantageous judgment in any situation. After Minister Li's "guidance," he felt it wasn't yet time to compete with Secretary Shao. The higher-ups clearly feared their infighting would allow someone else to profit, so they maintained a balance, dividing power so neither could touch the other for the time being. Shao Pengyuan also saw this and recently actively courted Wang Tongming. The two cautiously probed each other, gradually creating a facade of harmony.

However, upon closer contact, they discovered they were kindred spirits, both fond of women. At a dinner party, Secretary Shao praised Zhou Yan as "a devil," and Wang Tongming immediately understood his intentions. Hints.

Zhou Yan, no saint either, naturally understood the meaning of "helping," and pouted in displeasure. Director Wang, having no other choice, not only gave her the promised movie role but also a diamond watch worth 800,000 yuan to appease her.

Dressed glamorously, she accompanied Director Wang to a dinner party, only to find it was anything but pleasant. It turned out that Secretary Shao was even more shameless than Director Wang; this old geezer enjoyed "wife-swapping."

Having been tricked onto this treacherous path, she could only remain calm and obediently sit next to Secretary Shao. The beauty Shao Pengyuan brought was named Chen Jingfei, whom Zhou Yan also recognized. The two exchanged a knowing glance.

One was a Miss World, the other a supermodel; both had risen from men's beds to stardom. But who had the better methods remained to be seen; today was the perfect opportunity to find out.

While using the restroom, two fox-like faces were reflected in the mirror. Chen Jingfei mocked Zhou Yan, saying, "You just had an abortion, and Director Wang didn't even let you rest properly during your postpartum period. He was in a hurry to bring you out to be fucked by others, not caring whether you lived or died. He's a beast. My poor sister, you've had a hard life too."

Zhou Yan was no pushover either: "Who says otherwise? What's most infuriating is that they don't give you any benefits after you've had sex with them. I heard that you've had two dramas rejected in the past month. Isn't Secretary Shao also the station director? Why won't he give you even this much face?

Or is it because you didn't serve his 'little brother' well enough?"

This hit Chen Jingfei's sore spot. Last time, she was furious when someone took the lead role in a modern drama—she was furious that she had been forced to give up the role for nothing. The producer slept for a week, only to be kicked out inexplicably. This time, Secretary Shao didn't say a word, determined not to interfere, even saying, "Go back to sleeping with the producer, he wants to groom you, doesn't he?"

He wiggled his hips back at the table, and Chen Jingfei poured a glass of wine to toast Director Wang. The man declined, and Shao Pengyuan, with his arm around Zhou Yan's waist, laughed and scolded, "I've been supporting you, you little bitch, and you can't even toast properly?"

Chen Jingfei chuckled, drank first, but didn't swallow, then pulled Director Wang's face close and kissed him on the lips. A passionate kiss ensued, and Director Wang, a lustful wolf, wouldn't let go of her lips, groping her with his hands and feet. "Old Wang, don't rush. My daughter's got some nerve. Since she invited you here, she'll make sure you have a good time."

He then touched Zhou Yan's leg, its smooth, warm touch revealing her beauty. "Your daughter is quite beautiful; I suppose you've been 'watering' her diligently, brother."

Their lips parted in a breathless kiss. Chen Jingfei smoothed her hair, exuding charm, and glanced at Director Shao, pointing her chin at Zhou Yan. "Dad, you don't know, do you? My sister's breasts are gorgeous, firm and delicate. Even I'm envious." "Isn't that right?" Director Shao's eyes reddened as he patted Zhou Yan's cheek. "Let Uncle see my breasts too?"

Zhou Yan was quite generous. She unzipped her little dress, and the silk skirt cascaded down to the ground, revealing her Victoria's Secret outfit to the three of them... Her small, round breasts were accentuated by her half-cup bra, creating a deep cleavage. With a sway of her waist and a firm, peach-shaped bottom, she straddled the secretary, guiding his hand to her body: "If Uncle wants to see my breasts, he has to unhook his bra himself..."

Director Wang looked at Zhou Yan's bottom, his crotch tightened, and he quickly pulled Chen Jingfei onto his lap, following the same procedure, removing her outer garment until only a bra strap was visible.

Shao Pengyuan felt that the skin before him was as smooth and soft as honey, incredibly elastic, with nipples peeking out from the thin lace trim, creating an ambiguous and alluring atmosphere. His heart tightened, and he quickly opened his mouth to take her in, sucking and licking, leaving a wet patch on the fabric as his tongue licked it. His penis, stimulated, became as hard as iron…

He couldn't wait any longer and instantly stripped the woman's top off, burying his head in her nipples and sucking on them alternately: "Baby's breasts are so beautiful, they're driving Uncle crazy, my cock is hard." He whispered in her ear, "It's such a pity that Old Wang is fucking you, such a beautiful woman. If you were my daughter, I'd probably fuck you to death by now… Feel it, Uncle's cock is much bigger than your dad's…" He led her hand to his crotch.

Zhou Yan just wouldn't have it, pouting and acting coquettishly: "Uncle is so bad, fucking someone's daughter, and daring to do it in front of her dad." She pressed her whole body into Secretary Shao's arms. "So what! My daughter got fucked by him too..."

Shao Pengyuan loosened his belt, unbuttoned his pants, and took out his enormous penis for Zhou Yan to touch: "Your dad is even better than your uncle, his dick went all the way in..."

Zhou Yan looked and saw that the two of them were already messing around on the chaise lounge in the corner. Chen Jingfei was moaning and spreading her legs, revealing her black lace thong panties. Her cunt was far from being covered by a thin strip of fabric; it had already been seen through her stockings. Her feet... Without even taking off her high heels, the lecherous old Wang tore a hole in the middle of her pantyhose, pulled the thin lace straps aside, and thrust his short, small penis into her vagina. Upon entering, the woman sighed that the man was too small, and the man's passage was too wide for the woman; neither was satisfied. Chen Jingfei had just as many sexual experiences as Zhou Yan, and she wasn't born with a small frame. In addition, Director Wang's guy wasn't very stamina. Being fucked by such a thing was like washing radishes in the ocean; neither of them touched the other, and it was completely boring.

Director Wang was very unhappy, but he never looked for the reason within himself. He joked with Shao Shu, "Old Shao, your girl's hole is too loose. Have you been having too much sex? You can't even hold my cock properly. Today I had Yanzi play with you, and I got such a wide thing in return. I'm losing money like crazy."

Chen Jingfei's pretty face turned pale with anger. She pouted and said, "Uncle Wang, what are you saying? I haven't even earned as much as you have. You can't even get a woman to her itch, and you're complaining about me." Director

Shao's face hardened. He pulled Zhou Yan over and slapped Chen Jingfei across the face, making her see stars. "You unruly bitch, you don't even know how to get fucked. You complain that your hole is loose. Why don't you ask Uncle Wang to fuck your mouth? You have no ability to serve a man and you still dare to show your face here." "?!"

Chen Jingfei's eyes were brimming with tears, her face swollen from being slapped, looking like a madwoman. Zhou Yan had witnessed this whole scene and felt extremely ashamed, but dared not resist. She could only tell Director Wang to sit down while she knelt between his legs, holding his penis. The smell was both fishy and pungent, making her dizzy. She felt disgusted, but still put it in her mouth and gave him oral sex with both her mouth and hands. She licked the glans and rubbed the urethral opening with the tip of her tongue. Director Wang finally felt some pleasure. Her mouth was still warm and tight, much better than her lower body. Her tongue was also very attentive. He just felt that she was going too slowly, so he held her head, thrust his buttocks, and pushed his penis in and out of her mouth with a thrusting motion.

Shao Pengyuan didn't say anything, but he was also angry. He thought to himself, "You complain that my daughter is loose? I'll see how tight your daughter is."

Because of his anger, he was heavy-handed. He quickly stripped Zhou Yan naked and pressed her down on the carpet. He only unbuttoned his shirt, took out a heavy, thick penis, and stroked it for a moment. He then used two fingers to separate her labia, which were even more delicate than a flower, and pressed the glans against her vulva, saying, "Yanzi, your uncle isn't as gentle and considerate as your father. I just go all the way in. You'll have to bear it."

After saying that, he thrust his penis inside her, not giving her any time to adjust. Her vulva was forced open, and his thing was so thick. She wasn't fully wet yet, and she had an old injury. How could she bear being forcefully thrust into by his big thing? She quickly begged for mercy with tears in her eyes, "Uncle, be gentle, go in slowly, it hurts too much."

"Damn, it's so tight, I can't even get it in, like a virgin. No wonder your dad loves you." Shao Pengyuan's thrust hadn't even fully penetrated before the tightly gripping vaginal muscles squeezed him out. He said to Zhou Yan, "Girl, spread your legs wide and let your uncle have some fun."

Zhou Yan gave him a seductive wink, spread her long legs, supported herself on her feet, and reached around from behind her thighs to spread her labia. The pink vaginal muscles looked like a half-open rose, extremely alluring. Shao Pengyuan eagerly thrust his hips forward, shoving his glans in the middle, pushing it in a little, then adjusting the angle, adding force with his waist, and thrusting his entire penis all the way in. Zhou Yan's vagina contracted terribly from his penetration, the tender flesh inside trembling and twisting. Shao Pengyuan felt his penis being squeezed, both tingling and numb, a deadly pleasure shooting down his spine to his ejaculation point. He was about to ejaculate, so he quickly pulled out to catch his breath.

He chuckled, kneading her breasts, "My good niece, how did you get such a beautiful pussy? It's so lovely, warm and tight, so comfortable..."

Director Wang thrust his penis into the woman's mouth, his eyes also darting around. Seeing Shao Pengyuan fucking Zhou Yan with his large penis, he felt a mix of sourness and pleasure, a feeling somewhere between watching someone cuckold him and watching the most stimulating pornographic film. Seeing Shao Pengyuan only thrust briefly and then pull out, he felt a sense of relief, yet also a pang of disappointment.

"You've raised a good girl, she almost made me ejaculate prematurely," Shao Pengyuan said to Director Wang, then pulled Zhou Yan aside for a kiss, whispering in her ear, "From now on, follow your uncle. If you serve me well, just ask for anything you want."

Director Wang, for some reason, was particularly eager to see Shao Pengyuan fuck Zhou Yan, urging, "Secretary Shao, don't be polite with her, treat her like your own daughter. She knows how to serve a man well."

Secretary Shao was fondling Zhou Yan's breasts while kissing her. When he heard Director Wang say that he just wanted to see a "live sex show," he knew perfectly well that Director Wang was also a fan of this kind of thing. He helped Zhou Yan up, sat down on the sofa, pulled his pants down to his knees, and revealed a thick, erect penis with bulging veins between his legs. He patted Zhou Yan's buttocks and said, "Girl, sit on it yourself and let your dad see how I enter your tender little pussy."

"Uncle's so bad, even more lecherous than my dad." She protested verbally, but then straddled the sofa, squatting down with her back to the man. He held her slender waist with one hand and guided his penis to her entrance with the other, rubbing it a couple of times before thrusting. Zhou Yan, understanding the situation, parted her labia to help him insert. Director Wang watched as the thick, strong glans rubbed against her vulva a couple of times before being pushed in slowly, like a slow-motion video, gradually reaching its hilt. The sight of their genitals intertwined was as clear as if under a magnifying glass—Zhou Yan's tender vagina was clearly responding enthusiastically, her little pussy already stretched to its limit. The skin at the entrance of her vagina had thinned and lightened, as if it were about to be torn apart by that penis, taut and transparent. Seeing this, his heart tightened, and that feeling of both sourness and pleasure returned. Watching someone else have sex with his woman was such a strange feeling, both pleasurable and sour...

He stood up and pushed Chen Jingfei to the ground, straddling her neck, and thrusting hard into her mouth. At the same time, he watched Shao Pengyuan thrusting into Zhou Yan, holding her thighs and thrusting his penis into her vagina. He felt a soreness in his lower back and a numbness in his seminal vesicles, and he ejaculated into Chen Jingfei's mouth.

After enjoying his moment, Director Wang withdrew his penis. Chen Jingfei, with semen still in her mouth, was about to spit it out in the bathroom when Shao Pengyuan frowned. "Swallow it. You're getting more and more unruly."

She had no choice but to swallow the warm, fishy-smelling semen clean, then opened her mouth for the two lecherous old men to see clearly, saying, "Is this enough now? Humph!" She glanced at Zhou Yan, who was currently having sex with Shao Pengyuan, and cursed inwardly: "You slut who needs to be fucked, you'll be fucked to death sooner or later." She

wiggled her hips as she went to the bathroom to wash away the filth.

Shao Pengyuan was fucking Zhou Yan with his penis, thrusting and pounding, having a great time. He held back his urge to ejaculate several times, wondering how this slut could be so tight. He was very envious of Wang Tongming, who had been supporting Zhou Yan, and said, "Old Wang, you're so lucky. Yanzi is like she's never been fucked by a man before, her pussy is so tight... Oh... her little meat is moving... My good baby... Oh... she's so fucking tight... she wants to squeeze me to death..."

Zhou Yan was getting quite wet from his fucking, and she wasn't in pain anymore. The sensory pleasure overwhelmed her mental resistance, and she started moaning, "Uncle, faster... fuck me harder... Oh..."

"Is Uncle's penis big? Does it feel good to fuck you? Hmm? Baby?"

"Big, so big...so comfortable...it's so full inside...so satisfying..."

Seeing how well they were doing, Director Wang got excited and came over to kiss Zhou Yan, sticking his tongue into her mouth and swirling it around. She squinted her lustful eyes, displaying a thousand different kinds of allure, making Wang Tongming feel both tenderness and love. He cupped her breasts and began to knead them.

Chen Jingfei, having finished getting dressed, saw Zhou Yan's lower body being penetrated and manipulated by Shao Pengyuan's penis, while she was kissing and touching Wang Tongming's breasts, her expression a mixture of pleasure and pain. She was furious, thinking that rather than watching these three shameless people perform their double act, she'd rather go outside the villa for a smoke.

She opened the door, about to go out, when she heard Shao Pengyuan cursing in a fit of lust: "Girl, your cunt's too tight, hurry up and squeeze my dick until I cum, go slow, let's do it a little longer."

Unable to bear it any longer, she took a lighter and cigarettes from her bag, went downstairs, crossed the living room, and exited the villa. Several luxury cars were parked on the lawn, the ones they had driven there. Zhou Yan's bodyguard was sitting in a Mercedes watching a movie.

Chen Jingfei, seeing Xiao Zheng's handsome appearance, wanted to flirt with him and take advantage of the situation. She lit a cigarette, went over, and knocked on the car window. When the brown-tinted window rolled down, revealing a handsome, masculine face, she said, "Want one, hmm?" She exhaled a smoke ring and lightly blew it into Xiao Zheng's face.

Bodyguard Xiao Zheng's expression didn't change, nor did he move away; he simply shook his head, indicating his disinterest. The woman pouted her delicate lips and leaned closer, almost touching his face, saying, "You haven't eaten yet, have you? This Zhou Yan is really something, why doesn't she think of you? Bodyguards are people too, aren't they?"

Xiao Zheng, unable to resist her pestering, simply opened the car door and got out, frowning as he asked, "Is the dinner over? When is Miss Zhou leaving?"

Chen Jingfei leaned against Xiao Zheng like a boneless creature, only to be nimbly dodged by him. Embarrassed, she leaned against the car, saying, "I'm not Zhou Yan's nanny, why should I answer you?"

Seeing Xiao Zheng's model-like height, well-developed muscles, broad shoulders, and narrow waist, she found him quite pleasing to the eye. She wanted to "take advantage" of him, waiting for Xiao Zheng to strike up a conversation so she could have some fun with him. But to her surprise, he had no intention of talking to her at all. She could only shrug, cigarette dangling from her lips, and say, "I finished eating a long time ago, so I can't leave now." She patted his shoulder, "You might even stay overnight."

"Why?" Xiao Zheng frowned. He hadn't heard Zhou Yan mention staying overnight; she only said she wanted to have a meal and talk.

"Why?" Chen Jingmo raised an eyebrow, crossed her arms, took another drag, flicked the ash from her cigarette, and said, "Young man, are you pretending not to know, or are you just naive?"

Xiao Zheng hated this woman's face, but he was worried about Zhou Yan, so he asked, "What do you mean? Explain yourself!"

"Telling you won't hurt. Zhou Yan, oh, your employer, is inside serving two old geezers some pleasure."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Zheng flew into a rage and strode towards the villa.

Chen Jingfei smiled, shuffling after him in her high heels, her voice laced with schadenfreude and schadenfreude. "Don't rush," she said, "let me open the door for you."

She giggled, her laughter like a flower in full bloom, leading the furious bodyguard, who looked like he was about to catch his lover in the act, through the grand banquet hall and upstairs. To the left was the master bedroom, which connected to an 80-square-meter living room. Dinner was being served in the living room on the second floor; it was in this room that Director Wang and his men

were having their tryst. Quietly slipping up, Chen Jingfei put a finger to her lips and whispered, "If you want to see a good show, don't make a fuss. The leaders inside are enjoying themselves; you can't afford to offend them." She opened the door a crack, about two fingers wide, and seeing the lively scene inside, she gestured for Xiao Zheng to step aside.

Xiao Zheng peeked through the crack in the door and could hardly believe his eyes. Zhou Yan was kneeling naked on the carpet, being attacked from both sides by two fat, bloated old men. Shao Pengyuan was kneeling behind her, his hands around her slender waist, thrusting his thick, disgusting penis inside her.

"Old Wang, your daughter has such a nice little pussy, we have to enjoy it properly. I think you shouldn't leave today, stay here, the three of us can have some fun..." His face was full of ecstasy, and he took a breath and said, "Yanzi, relax, don't hold me so tightly, you'll make your uncle ejaculate... I want to fuck you a little longer..."

Wang Tongming was kneeling in front, using his penis to fuck Zhou Yan's little mouth, "Secretary Shao, don't be shy, just shoot, shoot it all inside her pussy, it's so much fun, she'll have an orgasm as soon as you shoot, it's amazing, the tender flesh inside trembling and contracting is so enjoyable." He wanted to persuade Shao Pengyuan to ejaculate so he could finish and have another round.

Xiao Zheng couldn't stand Zhou Yan's lewd behavior. Although he wasn't stupid and roughly knew how celebrities were made, Zhou Yan was different in his heart. Over the past few days, he felt that although Zhou Yan was vain, she wasn't bad at heart and had an interesting personality, so he had grown somewhat fond of her. Now, seeing his "beloved"

being fucked and penetrated by two old men, kneeling on the ground and being played with in a filthy state, he was filled with rage. He kicked the door open and burst in—the three people inside were all stunned. Wang Tong, who was closest, was the first to suffer. Xiao Zheng lifted him up and punched him in the stomach, making his stomach twist and turn. He opened his mouth and vomited all the dinner he had eaten onto the floor. The hundreds of thousands of yuan wool handmade carpet was completely ruined in less than a quarter of an hour.

He took a few more steps and kicked Shao Pengyuan, stomping him to the ground, leaving a large shoe print on his back. He looked quite disheveled. He raised his foot to kick him in the groin, but Zhou Yan screamed and quickly pulled him back, "Don't kick him! Please don't kick him!" She was afraid Xiao Zheng would cause trouble and ruin his life.

Shao Pengyuan angrily said, "Yanzi, what's going on? Who is this person?!"

Xiao Zheng stomped on his face and cursed, "You bastard, why don't you go fuck your own daughter? If you say another word, I'll castrate you!" He put on his suit jacket, wrapped it around Zhou Yan, and swept her up in his arms, saying, "Miss Zhou, let's terminate the contract today. I'm an upright man, I don't take money from prostitutes."

Chen Jingfei realized things were going badly and didn't dare to say a word. She was afraid the people inside would know that she had brought the bodyguard up. She quickly and carefully went downstairs in her high heels, got into her BMW Z3, reversed, started the engine, and sped away.

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