A lewd young woman, so alluring, attracts bees like mad.

Principal Zhao Zhen of No. 1 Middle School abruptly ended the school affairs meeting. He left with a resolute statement: "Regardless of your opinions, I'm taking Sun Qian." He then turned and left the meeting room. He knew that as a key middle school in the city, every teacher at No. 1 Middle School was desperate to get in. The research group leaders and administrative department heads in the meeting room didn't know that without a note from the vice mayor in charge of education, no one had the authority to transfer teachers at No. 1 Middle School. But Zhao Zhen knew that for Sun Qian, it was worth it. Even if it meant losing his position and being disciplined, he would never regret it.
What made Zhao Zhen so determined, acting unilaterally despite the overwhelming majority, was that his soul had been captivated by Sun Qian. He had spent the night with Sun Qian, and this morning he rushed to school, still faintly smelling of her Parisian perfume and her orchid-like, musky scent. His passionate night with Sun Qian opened the eyes of this man accustomed to the world of women. The prostitutes he'd previously bought, the fleeting beauties, were now mere faded flowers in his eyes, unworthy of respectability and unable to hold a man's affections. They paled in comparison to Sun Qian, a woman in full bloom. While not a rare gem, she was certainly a delightful presence in bed, a tempting butterfly in the warm embrace of the bed.

He had lured Sun Qian to the hotel with a single phone call last night, and now, any word he uttered was like an imperial edict to her—she would obey without question. The hotel room was leased long-term by their school, a secret unknown to anyone except him and the office director. He arrived early, instructing the staff to bring flowers and fruit, and then took a shower. The five-star hotel was indeed extraordinary; even the bathroom had a private steam room. When Sun Qian arrived, he was lying on the sofa, resting with his eyes closed, wearing a white hotel bathrobe. Sun Qian gave him a bright smile: "Thank you for your hard work, Principal Huang.

" He noticed that Sun Qian's eyes curved like crescent moons when she smiled, which was quite charming. He jumped up: "Come, come, have some fruit." Sun Qian was only wearing a white shirt and a black skirt, which made her look casual and relaxed, and her long, white legs were bare of stockings. Of course, having such a pair of flawless, white legs would be a waste to cover them up.

Zhao Zhen led Sun Qian to the sofa, and then sat down opposite her. "Qian, I've thought about your matter, and it's a bit difficult to handle." Seeing the slight disappointment on Sun Qian's face, he continued, "But I will still try my best." "Then thank you, Principal Zhao." Sun Qian handed him a peeled apple and said sweetly. Zhao Zhen took the apple she offered, and with it, her entire body. With a gentle tug, Sun Qian, as if propelled by a bearing, tumbled towards him. Zhao Zhen pulled her onto his lap, cupping her face in his hands, and said, "Tell me, how should you thank me?" Sun Qian pulled away, stood up, and said, "Principal Zhao, isn't this taking advantage of someone in such a vulnerable state?" Zhao Zhen's heart skipped a beat, his face flushing purple, his eager desire instantly extinguished. Sun Qian returned to the chair opposite him, still wearing a sly smile, facing his embarrassed expression. "Qian, you know, I...

" Zhao Zhen stammered. Sun Qian placed a finger on her lips and slowly said, "Don't say anything more." Sun Qian then went to lock the door, not forgetting to hang up the "Do Not Disturb" sign.

As she walked back, she kicked off her high heels and gracefully strolled up to Zhao Zhen. Suddenly, she wrapped her arms around his neck and began kissing his face like a chicken pecking at rice. Zhao Zhen was flattered and didn't know what to do. He just stood there, letting the woman wriggle in his arms, unaware that the belt of his bathrobe had been untied, revealing her thick belly hair and his menacing penis.

Then, Sun Qian slid off his arms, her hands still on his chest, but she lowered her head and pressed her small mouth against his penis, her soft, fragrant tongue sucking on the head of his penis, which was about the size of a duck egg.

Zhao Zhen's hands groped for the seam of her skirt, but her waist was too tight, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get his hands in. Sun Qian slapped his hand away and unzipped her skirt herself, freeing it from its restraints as it slid down to her feet. Zhao Zhen then saw her long, slender legs and the bulging area covered by her narrow panties, where a few fine hairs playfully peeked out. He swallowed hard, panting heavily. Sun Qian's slender hands were still rubbing against his chest and thighs. He felt a surge of heat rush from the top of his head to his lower abdomen, a feeling of being at his wit's end. Unable to resist the slow, lingering passion any longer, he scooped her up and moved her towards the bed. Sun Qian said, "Look at you, so impatient. Take your time." He threw her onto the soft, voluptuous bed, stripped her of all her clothes, and stood on the floor. When his erect penis thrust wide against her vulva, Sun Qian couldn't help but gasp, "Wow, it's so long." He lifted one of her legs with one hand, while the other reached under her waist to lift her up, twisting his hips. His penis, as if guided by eyes, aimed for Sun Qian's dewy vagina. The moment it touched her, Sun Qian cried out, "Be gentle! I haven't had it in so long!" But Zhao Zhen, at this moment, had no time for gentle tenderness. His wicked member plunged in, penetrating deep into her tender nest. Sun Qian gasped, her eyes fixed in a daze. Zhao Zhen dared not advance further, instead lowering his face to her lips, his tongue swirling inside. When her tongue responded and she sucked incessantly, he gently began to thrust. "You seem to have reached my heart," Sun Qian said coquettishly. Zhao Zhen buried his face in her cheek and said, "People call me Elephant." She found this amusing and giggled, her eyes widening slightly. This laughter caused her lower body, which was receiving his penis, to become wet and moist, and her body involuntarily writhed like a snake.

Having caught her breath, Sun Qian now seemed to have tasted the sweetness of victory after suffering, responding to his thrusts with renewed delight.

Her plump buttocks arched and heaved, her mouth uttering soft moans and giggles. Her face flushed as if she were drunk, pink and beautiful, her blouse draped in red. He felt his member completely enveloped inside her, only able to move thanks to the sticky, lustful fluid within. At this moment, she completely released herself. She raised her hands above her head, her black hair cascading like a wisp of cloud. Her breasts, not large, were like a young girl's, easily grasped, bouncing with each movement. The two red nipples on her ridges winked mischievously at the man.

Seeing this, Zhao Zhen's blood surged, and he couldn't control himself. He desperately grabbed her buttocks and thrust wildly and relentlessly. Sun Qian beneath him was already moaning and groaning incessantly, her juices flowing down her pink and white thighs onto the sheets. She clung tightly to Zhao Zhen's neck, gritting her teeth as she moved closer and closer. Zhao Zhen felt wave after wave of squeezing and swirling inside her vagina, like a baby suckling, causing his glans to tense up. Pleasure swept over him like a whirlwind, and his uncontrollable semen was about to erupt. But then, Sun Qian's muscles suddenly tensed, causing him to lose his balance, and his semen resumed its pent-up energy. He couldn't help but call out, "That's great, Qian." "Tired? Let me change your position."She pushed him onto the chair, placed her hands on his shoulders, and straddled him with her legs wide open. Zhao Zhen, his hands fiddling with his penis, helped to tease her labia. The moment his glans touched her wet slit, Sun Qian lowered her waist, thrusting in and out. Zhao Zhen felt as if his glans was being bitten, and her juices flowed down his penis. He freed his hands to tightly embrace Sun Qian's slender waist. Sun Qian, oblivious, spun her hips like the wind, riding and undulating freely. The sounds of flesh colliding, sometimes sudden, sometimes gentle, were incessant.

Just as the two were reaching their climax, Sun Qian suddenly stopped, freeing herself from Zhao Zhen's body. She threw herself onto the bed, turning her back to him and presenting him with her plump, tender buttocks. Zhao Zhen followed suit, pressing his penis against her back and thrusting into her. He trembled violently inside her for a while, and his semen gushed out. Sun Qian shuddered in his frenzied ejaculation, feeling something else surging within her, which suddenly surged forth. The release brought her a surge of pleasure, and she unconsciously let out a soft moan before her body went limp.

Actually, Zhao Zhen and Sun Qian hadn't known each other for very long. Just a few days ago, he had gone to a dance hall with friends. It was a very professional place, where they danced elegant international standard dances and Latin dances. Such places were indeed the most suitable stage for women to express themselves, showcasing not only beautiful clothes but also the most alluring parts of their bodies. Zhao Zhen wasn't a very good dancer, but he liked going to that place. It satisfied his visual desires and provided a certain kind of intimate physical contact. He was also aware of his status and position, and that such elegant venues suited him better. Moreover, the refined ladies dancing there were no less attractive than the girls in other nightclubs, at least they didn't have that cheap, vulgar air. When Sun Qian passed by Zhao Zhen, she caught his attention. At that moment, he was squinting and swaying his head to enjoy the music when a pungent fragrance wafted by. The first thing he noticed was a string of snow-white legs and the high heels the woman was wearing. The toes of the shoes were slender and delicate, and the heels were sharp cones with shallow holes. It accentuated the woman's figure, her waist swaying and twisting, her rounded breasts and buttocks bobbing up and down like a dragonfly skimming the water or a fish taking a bite. Each step was light and graceful, not just walking, but floating on water.

That night, Sun Qian had indeed dressed herself up deliberately, wearing a moon-white sleeveless high-necked cheongsam, a truly vibrant and alluring oriental beauty. The peony on the cheongsam, with its hidden peony petals and swaying leaves, drooped diagonally from her right shoulder to her left hip, or rather, climbed up from her left hip, extending its tendrils to her right shoulder. A full, double-petaled peony was perfectly supported by her ample breasts, dazzling the eye. Her dance teacher from the teachers' college was her partner, and the two of them immediately brought the atmosphere to a climax when they appeared on stage. After their performance, the cheers and applause were deafening. Zhao Zhen's eyes sparkled, but not both at the same time; instead, they flickered from one eye to the other, as if a playful little spark was jumping between them. He felt the man looked familiar, but couldn't remember where he knew him. When they passed by him on the dance floor, he tugged at his sleeve as a greeting. Unexpectedly, the man recognized him. "Hey, Principal Zhao, you're in the mood too?" "Just bored, so I came to sit for a bit. I'm too shy to dance; how could I presume to show off my skills in front of you?" Zhao Zhen chuckled, but extended his hand to Sun Qian, his eyes fixed on her. Sun Qian, still flushed from her dance, exuded a captivating charm. Her eyes sparkled with affection, a bead of sweat glistening on her forehead under the lamplight. Excited, her breathing quickened, even the fine downy hairs on her lips trembled, and her firm breasts swayed gently with her breath. "Her name is Sun Qian," the man introduced her. Zhao Zhen pulled over a chair and began to greet them. Sun Qian struggled to free herself from his tight grip, then giggled and cried, "Principal Zhao, you're hurting my hand." He realized his mistake, quickly releasing her slender hand, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Miss Sun is so beautiful, it made me lose my composure." Hearing this, Sun Qian laughed, her large, bright eyes curtsying into slits. Seeing Zhao Zhen's enthusiasm, his companion pulled out a chair, loudly inviting him to sit down, offering cigarettes, tea, beer, and drinks. The man whispered to Sun Qian, "This is the principal of No. 1 Middle School; he can help with your matter." Sun Qian sat down next to Zhao Zhen without ceremony. The chairs in the ballroom were indeed a bit low. He noticed that when Sun Qian sat down, her long legs seemed to be awkwardly positioned, leaning to one side. The leg supporting her weight was taut like a bow, the movement so graceful. To maintain her balance, the other leg was slightly bent backward from the knee, her arms hanging freely. The white silk cheongsam, adorned with flowers, clung tightly to her hips, revealing glimpses of her milky-white skin below her calves. Her shoe was half-off, revealing her seemingly weak but actually strained hind foot. He couldn't help but secretly think that such an elegant and charming young woman really needed some skill to win her heart and make her surrender her vibrant body for him to enjoy.

Just then, a slow waltz began to play, and Sun Qian stood up and extended her hand to Zhao Zhen: "Principal Zhao, would you like to dance for me?" Zhao Zhen smiled, somewhat flattered, and quickly said, "I'm not a very good dancer, Miss Sun, please don't laugh at me." Sun Qian took his arm and walked towards the dance floor, leaning close to him and whispering shyly in his ear, "It's not nice to keep calling me 'Miss,' just call me Qian." The two of them danced like butterflies flitting among flowers on the brightly lit, melodious dance floor. Zhao Zhen's steps were steady and measured, perhaps due to nervousness, his body was ramrod straight. Sun Qian, on the other hand, was like a fish in water, her entire body moving freely with the music. Her legs swayed and bounced like springs. One of her exposed, smooth, white arms rested on Zhao Zhen's shoulder, and when he lifted it, her breasts rose, bouncing like little rabbits, swelling like ripe peaches. Her waist was long, and a snow-white line was revealed at the hem of her cheongsam. This line widened and narrowed with each movement, a fantastical sight. Her buttocks and thighs were taut from the effort, lifting the hem of her cheongsam to reveal a glimpse of her attractive ankles. Her toes, stretched into a line from the effort, bounced upwards, her whole body swaying wildly, making his eyes dazzled and unable to turn.

"I'm most afraid of dancing with people I don't know well. I never have anything to say while we're dancing," Sun Qian said with a smile, her eyes fixed on him. Zhao Zhen pulled her soft, fragrant body closer and said, "You'll get to know each other better after dancing a lot." Seeing that Sun Qian didn't seem to mind, Zhao Zhen became even more unrestrained. His hand, which was around her waist, began to wander, sliding down and gently pressing her buttocks. Sun Qian pressed herself even closer, saying, "That's not how you dance." In this way, the two of them seemed to have become much more familiar with each other. Zhao Zhen asked her, "Qian, I heard you're also in the education field. Do you work there?" Sun Qian mentioned the name of the school in the mountains, adding, "I've been on a long leave of absence for quite some time, dealing with some personal matters.

" "That place must be really tough. It must have been difficult for you," Zhao Zhen said. "It's nothing, just some other things happened." Sun Qian's breasts, like blooming peonies, were pressed against his chest. Seeing Zhao Zhen's hesitant expression, she pressed on, "I just finished my divorce proceedings." "Really? You're so young, and you've already ended your marriage.

" Zhao Zhen was a little surprised, and also secretly pleased. Then a touch of pity arose within him: "Are you having any difficulties? How can I help you?" "You know Chen Jiaming from the mountain school, right?" Sun Qian said. Zhao Zhen knew that the education department had just issued a notice regarding an inappropriate relationship between a male teacher named Chen Jiaming and his female student. Such issues would be considered minor matters elsewhere, but in the education sector, it was a different story.

Zhao Zhen was incredibly astute; he had already guessed that the beautiful woman before him was inextricably linked to that affair.

"I really don't want to go back to the mountains, that place that broke my heart."Sun Qian said wistfully, her eyes already glistening with tears. Zhao Zhen didn't say much, only silently patting her back.

The song ended, the music faded, and the lights came on. In this magnificent hall without a single shadow, music and dance filled the air, fragrant powder and shimmering hair, laughter and merriment. Sun Qian, dressed in a gorgeous gown, was like a blooming peach blossom in the intoxicating spring evening. Hand in hand with Zhao Zhen, they flitted like butterflies among the equally impeccably dressed crowd.
Actually, Sun Qian should have sensed what had happened long ago. Two months had passed since their marriage, a relatively short time, but she and Jiaming had known each other for three or four years, so she should know him well. She remembered their university days; when they first met, Sun Qian felt she was about to fall in love. On the fourth day after they could speak alone, he took her to the south bleachers of the school gymnasium, where a wide lawn covered in greenery. Jiaming held her tightly in his arms, kissing her. She was both nervous and blissful, almost fainting. When he slipped his hand inside her bra, she tried to resist but couldn't, letting his strong hands grope her freely. She moaned, her whole body completely open to him from that moment on. An hour later, when Jiaming's body penetrated her virginity, she surrendered to his force. They made love passionately for a long time. She experienced the pleasurable sweetness she had always feared yet longed to try. The physical satisfaction Jiaming brought her, something she had never experienced before, ignited her desire. She learned to cooperate, doing what he said she had never done before. From then on, she frequently satisfied him; she would skip classes and do nothing else for his needs. It was all so sweet. They could have sex anywhere, enjoying the intense pleasure, not caring what others said or if they were seen.

After graduation, Jiaming was assigned to this school deep in the mountains. For their love, she gave up the bright lights of the city and willingly followed him to the mountains. They even kept their marriage a secret; their colleagues and friends assumed they were already married. From the moment she arrived, she openly lived with Jiaming.

But during that time, Jiaming went a whole week without touching her, something that had never happened to them before. She remembered that when her period came, Jiaming was so restless he couldn't sleep all night, and she helped him release his passion with her mouth. After she cleaned herself up, he was still listless, and she thought he was just tired. The town was actively preparing for the county-wide basketball tournament, and he was busy training the boys.

That evening, after dinner, he said he had to go out and told her not to wait. The weather had been sunny and pleasant for days, with all the allure of spring, completely devoid of the harsh cold of winter. Sun Qian watched TV for a while before going to bed. When she got into bed, she stripped herself completely naked. She did feel a surge of desire, a burning passion coursing through her heart. She remembered that there were some white stains on her underwear when she showered earlier; heaven knows when they had seeped in during the day. Later, she drifted off to sleep, clutching Chang Chen on the bed. The sudden, frantic knocking jolted her awake. She didn't even have time to put on her clothes; she opened the door, still wrapped in the blanket. She saw Jia Ming's face was pale, his tightly closed lips covered in foam and blood, his eyes wide open, pupils invisible, only the whites of his eyes barely visible.

Sun Qian felt herself fainting, but she still mustered all her strength to hold onto Jia Ming's large body. He suddenly arched up like a bow, his entire body pressing against her. Sun Qian could no longer support herself, and her pale body fell to the ground with him. She didn't care; she rushed to look at him. Seeing him covered in blood, she couldn't help but pull off his clothes, examining him from his legs to his buttocks and shins—bruises and cuts everywhere, not a single wound unharmed.

Jiaming received Xiaoyan's message after school in the afternoon. Xiaoyan showed no shyness whatsoever when she asked him out, and didn't seem to care about the others around. He was used to this precocious maturity of a seventeen-year-old girl, and readily agreed. At that time, he was directing other students to move the gym equipment back to the storage room. After dinner, he hurried to the riverbank. The countryside night was quiet, with only the soft chirping of insects from the bushes along the embankment. The sound of the flowing water in the river was even clearer, like the long cries of a wild ghost. Even a falling star streaking through the air seemed to have a hissing sound as it fell.

Whether studying at the teachers' college or becoming a teacher after graduation, Jiaming always stood out from the crowd. Naturally, he was different from others in the eyes of the girls. This wasn't just because he was exceptionally tall, but also because he had a face that was unforgettable, and particularly striking were his eyes with thick, long, slightly upturned eyelashes. His leaping jump shot on the school's basketball court was unforgettable for the girls. Young girls like Xiaoyan, just beginning to experience love and naive, idolized him, dreaming of him countless times.

From afar, Jiaming saw Xiaoyan swinging her long legs towards him. He went to meet her, and in the darkness, he took her hand. He felt her small, soft, moist hands. They seemed to be waiting for something to happen again, but the dense, boundless darkness around them made them feel somewhat lost. Jiaming turned her shoulders, lowered his head, and quietly searched for her lips. The two embraced each other nervously and excitedly. The snapping of twigs crackled in their ears. An endless torrent of sensation flowed through them, the physical sensations overwhelming them like mercury. Xiaoyan's breasts bounced and throbbed beneath his hands, like living little animals.

The girl's breasts were smooth and elastic, stubbornly standing erect under his kneading. Further down, past her flat abdomen, were a few sparse hairs, limp and fluffy, with a plump crevice, sticky and oozing with traces of fluid. Jiaming could feel that place sucking and twitching. Xiaoyan, not to be outdone, reacted intensely, slipping her hand inside Jiaming's shirt from his chest, scratching his well-developed muscles with her nails. Her other hand tightly gripped the bulge in his crotch, groping anxiously, unsure where to begin. Jiaming himself unbuckled his belt, allowing her small hand to freely grasp his penis. The moment she touched it, Xiaoyan trembled violently. Jiaming felt as if the fingers playing with her genitals were about to be sucked away by her.

Jiaming placed some dried semen on a relatively open area, then covered her with his coat and shirt. Before she could even stand up, he ripped off her jeans, pulling them down to her knees along with her underwear. He left her standing like that, pressing his face between her legs and licking his long tongue back and forth over her genitals. Xiaoyan felt his cheek gently rubbing against her thighs and lower abdomen, his beard and soft, thick hair brushing against her. Her knees began to tremble; deep within her soul, something new and distant was stirring.

When Jiaming entered her, Xiaoyan felt his naked skin pressed against her. He remained still for a moment, letting his manhood swell and tremble there. When he began to thrust, in a sudden and uncontrollable frenzy, something new and breathtaking awakened within her, undulating like the gentle touch of a flame, as soft as a feather, rushing straight towards the pinnacle of radiance, beautifully, beautifully dissolving her, like the tolling of bells, wave after wave reaching its zenith. She lay there, unconsciously emitting wild moans. All the movements, all the sexual arousal, belonged to him; she was powerless. Even his arms embracing her so tightly, the intense movements of his body, and the ejaculation of his semen within her—all of this passed in a state of deep sleep, until he finished and breathed softly on her chest, at which point she began to awaken. The ground beneath their feet slid, a shooting star fell from the night sky, and the two men gripped each other's bodies with burning hands. Insects mated, chirped, and frogs croaked by the water—this was the feeling of the night.

Just then, several bicycles approached from the embankment, accompanied by the scattered beams of flashlights. Jiaming warily released Xiaoyan from his embrace, hurriedly putting on his clothes, while Xiaoyan remained bewildered, staring at him with eyes moistened by burning desire. Then a sharp shout rang out: "They're here!" Several people rushed down the embankment, running towards the bushes where the two men were. Xiaoyan seemed to snap out of her daze, forgetting her naked body, she buried her head in Jiaming's arms. Jiaming pushed her away, shouting, "Quick, put on your clothes!" He then stood up and went to meet the approaching men.

In her haste, Xiao Yan grabbed her clothes, not caring about her hair, and put on her outermost short coat. At that moment, the beams of the flashlights shone on her face like thorns, making her feel as if she were exposed to the bright sunlight.

"I told you so." "What kind of teacher are you? Look what you've done." "You little rascal, you've really got some nerve.

" A cacophony of insults followed, and then, someone started a fight. Xiao Yan saw several people pounce on Jia Ming simultaneously. His tall frame initially held out for a moment, but then he was tackled to the ground. The group surrounded him, punching and kicking him, some even wielding sticks and bricks. Xiao Yan screamed, "No! No!" and lunged at Jia Ming, clinging tightly to him. Her brother desperately pulled her away, finally managing to rip her off Jia Ming despite her cries.

They dragged the screaming and crying Xiao Yan away, leaving only a battered Jia Ming on the embankment. He recognized several of them, including Xiao Yan's brother, some of her distant relatives, and one of them was a boy from her class nicknamed "Little Knife." Jiaming immediately understood; this kid had been tailing him. Jiaming struggled to get home, not knowing how long it took or how he got there. He gave Sun Qian, who was trembling with shock, a silent smile and said, "Quick, take me to the hospital." "I'll go get someone," Sun Qian said, her eyes wide with disbelief. He waved his hand dismissively. "Don't call anyone, don't make a sound." Jiaming, being a physical education student, knew how to treat injuries. He hastily bandaged her wound and told Sun Qian to flag down a car on the highway. Under the cover of night, they went to the county hospital.

At the hospital, an examination revealed two broken ribs and a fractured lower leg. The doctor treated him and admitted him to the hospital. Only then did Jiaming tell Sun Qian what had happened. Since it was already happened, Sun Qian didn't want to blame him, so she followed Jiaming's instructions and quietly returned to school.

The next day, Sun Qian asked the principal for leave, saying that Jiaming had gotten drunk the night before and fallen and hurt himself on the road. She secretly checked on Xiaoyan's class again and found that Xiaoyan was also absent. She then called Jiaming's family, asking them to send someone to the hospital to look after him.

For the next few days, the school remained relatively calm, and the incident didn't cause a major uproar. The following day, Xiaoyan returned to school, still wearing her usual flashy floral dress, fluttering like a butterfly among the students. Sun Qian also secretly visited the hospital a few times, bringing money and supplies. Jiaming recovered quickly, so she felt relieved and continued teaching.

What prompted Sun Qian to make the decision to divorce wasn't Jiaming's infidelity. In this day and age, Sun Qian wouldn't hold a grudge over her husband's one act of sexual infidelity; she wasn't the kind of petty, narrow-minded woman.
Jiaming quickly recovered and was discharged from the hospital. However, the school still found out about the incident. Xiaoyan's father, a well-known entrepreneur in the mountains, returned home from out of town and flew into a rage. He went to the school leaders.

Under his pressure, the school punished Jiaming, not only giving him a name but also issuing a city-wide public reprimand. But these lenient punishments clearly dissatisfied Xiaoyan's family. Her father even spread rumors that if he wasn't satisfied with the direct punishment, he would use other means. Those days left Sun Qian and her husband anxious and uneasy, truly feeling that a great disaster was about to befall them. The couple privately discussed that rather than sitting and waiting in fear, they should take the initiative. They sent a message through someone, preparing to visit and apologize. They soon received a reply from them, arranging to meet at a restaurant in town. The couple were overjoyed. Since the other party agreed to meet, it meant there was still a possibility of reconciliation, and the gloom that had hung over their home for many days vanished.

Xiao Yan's father, Zhang Qingshan, owned several local specialty processing plants and orchards, as well as other businesses in other areas. He had made a lot of money over the years and knew how to spend it wisely. Not only locally, but also in the surrounding villages and towns, the name "Fourth Brother" was widely known; even those who hadn't met him had heard of him. Sun Qian and Jiaming arrived at the restaurant as agreed. The appearance of Sun Qian and her husband surprised Fourth Brother; he hadn't expected such beautiful women in this poor, remote place, and the man was quite attractive too. Fourth Brother's eyes were fixed on Sun Qian's long legs and high breasts. He fantasized about how to strip her clothes off, exposing her body completely, and then humiliating her as he pleased.

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