The young women at the Central Bank (Continued) (2.2)

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Chapter Two: A Woman Dresses Up for Her Beloved (Part 2) This was about two weeks ago, in the same hotel's coffee shop, just before dinner time. People were coming and going frequently, and the coffee shop was almost full, with loud conversations and a bit of noise. The revolving glass doors opened, sending some people to the lobby. After the initial commotion, the coffee shop quieted down again. However, this quietness was different from before; previously, it hadn't even started, but now everyone was already seated. Near the window sat Zhao Ying, a slightly plump woman with an elegant and dignified air. Her hair was loosely tied up, revealing her fair and slender neck. She wore a knee-length skirt, exposing her snow-white, full thighs, and the sleeves of her black turtleneck sweater started below her neck, completely exposing her shoulders. On her feet were a pair of high-heeled, open-toed sheepskin sandals. The sofa next to her was empty, and the coffee shop returned to silence, the glass doors operating silently, but no one was there. The waitresses behind the bar, now idle, stood with their hands behind their backs. The cleaners were wiping every nook and cranny. Occasionally, a waitress in a super-short skirt would slip across the mirror-like floor and vanish in a flash. She looked very fashionable, drawing stares from passersby. One leg was crossed over the other, a relaxed yet preoccupied air. Her eyes swept over the people and things in the café with a detached politeness, a mixture of expectation and unease. She sensed from the bright eyes of a man who had just arrived that she was still as alluring and sexy as ever. Zhao Ying maintained her relaxed and composed demeanor, except for one thing that annoyed her: her stomach was growling so loudly, especially in such a quiet environment, she almost suspected the man not far behind her could hear it. A man looked at her from afar, a bold, defiant expression in his eyes. Zhao Ying pretended not to see him, remaining motionless. The man, not receiving the expected response, sullenly looked away. A man spun in through the glass. He wasn't bad-looking, but his greyish-white Chinese-style jacket ruined the whole thing. It wasn't the right season for that kind of clothing, and he had the top button fastened tightly. He carried a faux-leather briefcase, his air of superiority and eyes fixed straight ahead. Once inside the coffee shop, his neck seemed to be constantly turning. Upon seeing the man, Zhao Ying, though seated, gave the impression of eager anticipation. Her expression relaxed, radiating vitality. She shed her previous coldness and leisure, a warm and lovely smile appearing on her face, suggesting she was unable to contain her joy. The man's gaze finally found her. He smiled gently, walked around to the sofa, and sat down next to Zhao Ying. Zhao Ying caught a whiff of the refreshing minty scent of his chewing gum. "Ms. Zhao, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting." He said, sitting down on the sofa opposite her. "I was just held up by a guest who insisted that I take a look at the layout of his office. He's already a billionaire, and only now does he remember to ask me to look at the feng shui of his office." "That's called 'the capable are always busy,' given Master Wang's reputation." Zhao Ying smiled elegantly. The man, whose age was hard to discern, had a face as pale as paper, with a rare powdery complexion for a man, a clean and tidy hairstyle, and a refined smile. "Ms. Zhao, you came all the way from Hong Kong, did something happen?" the man asked tentatively. Zhao Ying smiled easily. "Yes! I just wanted to talk to the master privately." "Okay, okay." He nodded and bowed respectfully. "I met the master that day, but there were too many people and too much chatter, so we couldn't discuss it in detail. As for the fee, please just name your price, Master," Zhao Ying said. "Not at all, it would be my honor to serve Ms. Zhao." He said that Wang Yangming had met Zhao Ying once two months earlier. At that time, she came from Hong Kong with a group of wealthy women to have her fortune told. He had keenly sensed that this woman was extraordinary among those wealthy women. When it was Zhao Ying's turn, he grabbed her hand and touched it, saying: "You are first and foremost a noble person, and a very noble one at that." Zhao Ying smiled noncommittally. He said: "Your life has been one of wealth and comfort. However, what should have been a comfortable and carefree life has been burdened by love, leaving you troubled and exhausted." A mocking smile appeared on Zhao Ying's lips. Wang Yangming keenly sensed it and whispered: "You have a child, but you've been divorced once, and now there's a man who's infatuated with you, but he's not the one you love." He pressed his thumb against her palm lines with a serious expression, as if studying them intently, then looked up, staring directly into her eyes, and said firmly: "Ms. Zhao, forgive my bluntness, but you have a wicked affair. Because of this immoral and unethical relationship, you have been burdened with an indelible sin, unable to face those you know, which led you to run away from home and wander to a foreign land." Zhao Ying felt a strong emotion welling up inside her, unable to distinguish whether it was fear, apprehension, or gratitude. She felt as if she were completely naked, that he could see right through her, inside and out. At this moment, Lu Zhen, who had come with her, arrived. Yang Ming immediately fell silent, but took out a business card and handed it to Zhao Ying: "Thank you for your patronage, Ms. Zhao. Please contact me if you need anything." On the way back to Hong Kong, Lu Zhen asked her if Master Wang's predictions were accurate. Zhao Ying sneered, "Nonsense!" "You can't say that. Countless high-ranking officials, celebrities, and ladies treat him as an honored guest. If he's not capable, are they all fools?" He then whispered the name of a currently popular actress in Zhao Ying's ear: "She was blessed by Master Wang. Look, she's incredibly famous now." Zhao Ying tidied her handbag and secretly put his business card into her wallet. In fact, Wang Yangming's words were enough to convince her, but she didn't want to expose her past secrets to Lu Zhen. Moreover, she had also heard that Wang Yangming possessed boundless magical powers, even to the point of being able to bring the dead back to life and restore youthful appearances. "Ever since I heard the master's words that time, I've wanted to find time to have him enlighten me." Zhao Ying had just finished speaking when Yangming raised his index finger: "Ms. Zhao, you don't need to say anymore. Let me guess what you're thinking." He closed his eyes, muttered something to himself, and then said: "Ms. Zhao, forgive my bluntness, but you are now living a life of luxury and could have lived a long and happy life. However, you are still unable to let go of the sins you committed many years ago." "Master, am I so sinful?" Zhao Ying asked. Yangming shook his head: "It is your fate. You cannot escape it even if you want to." He stopped making the judgment that made her heart pound, and just looked at her face with his captivating eyes. He continued, "Ms. Zhao, oh, I should say Mrs. Lin, forgive my bluntness, but you are destined for romance, and with the Red Phoenix Star currently in motion, it's clear you're not content with a mundane life; this is the aspect of your destiny that prevents you from being lonely." "Master, is there a way to resolve this?" Zhao Ying asked eagerly. Yangming shook his head: "This isn't a disaster, nor is it a bad thing. Letting things take their natural course is the best fate." "Master, I want you to use your miraculous skills to consecrate me!" Zhao Ying said courageously. Yangming paused for a moment, then shook his head, saying, "This is not something to be taken lightly." "The things I can do are firstly done by people with whom I have a special connection, and secondly by people who are kindred spirits and can understand each other instantly." Zhao Ying took out a gold card from her handbag and presented it to him with both hands. "I understand Ms. Zhao's feelings right now. Time flies, and every woman laments the ruthlessness of time. Since you want to preserve your best self, I can only do my best to help you fulfill this wish." After saying this, he put the gold card away and carefully inquired about her diet, daily life, and health, even not missing the details of her menstrual cycle. He and Zhao Ying agreed to meet at the mountaintop villa where he practiced his magic in half a month. Moreover, she couldn't have any sex or sexual desire for the next two weeks and had to remain calm. Zhao Ying repeatedly agreed and said she would cooperate fully. She wanted to invite him to dinner, but he declined, only instructing her to keep this a strict secret, not even to her closest confidants. Five years ago, Zhao Ying's affair with her son, Guo Ye, was exposed. Feeling ashamed and embarrassed, she never wanted to see anyone again and divorced Guo Zhong, leaving for Hong Kong. At that time, in just a few days, she became haggard and looked like a walking corpse. The radiant, voluptuous, and charming woman she once was had changed drastically, almost like a different world. Most of her siblings were here, and it was her eldest sister who took her in. Her eldest sister, Zhao Lu, had come to Hong Kong many years ago and married Gu Zhongming, a small business owner who owned a watch shop. She felt sorry for her younger sister and, seeing her so distraught, took care of her in every way. She asked Zhongming to take her out into the glamorous world, which broadened Zhao Ying's horizons. Zhongming took her all over Hong Kong and Kowloon, and they ate all kinds of international cuisine. She sat on the upper deck of an old-fashioned double-decker bus, overlooking the city and street scenes. Arriving in Hong Kong for the first time, experiencing the city's prosperity for the first time, her eyes darted around hastily. Everyone around her was a stranger; no one noticed where she came from, let alone where she was going. Fortunately, her older sister and her husband were generous with their money, allowing her to do as she pleased each time. From head to toe, from her handbag to her shoes, even her underwear and bra were all foreign designer brands. After she had her fill of playing, shopping, and eating, they would take her to beauty salons and massage parlors. Soon, Zhao Ying was like a completely different person. She even looked almost ten years younger than her actual age. She had dyed her hair, which cascaded down her shoulders in waves. While her figure was still voluptuous, her breasts were full and high, her waist supple and slender, her arms and legs defined, and her skin retained its former radiance. Zhao Lu's family lived in a wealthy household, though the location seemed a bit deserted. Fortunately, the residents were all rich and owned cars, so the area wasn't too far. "Little sister, don't worry, just stay here with your older sister. It's just your brother-in-law and me at home anyway.""It's lively even when you're alone." Zhao Lu had no children, and usually, when Zhong Ming went out, she was left all alone. Now that Zhao Ying had come along, she completely abandoned the household to her, spending her days indulging in mahjong until the wee hours of the morning. Don't underestimate Zhong Ming just because he's a small watch shop owner; he's quite capable and worldly-wise, and he knows mostly high-ranking officials, wealthy people, celebrities, and socialites. He always takes Zhao Ying with him when he goes out for social events, attending one party after another. Zhao Ying also enjoys being around people, and with her charming nature and accustomed to her work of entertaining guests, she thrives in it. "That's good, little sister. You should go out more, see more of the world, and if you happen to meet that rich guy or a diamond bachelor, you can marry him," Zhao Lu said, quite agreeing. Zhongming came home early that day and saw Zhao Ying lying on the sofa watching TV. He said to her, "Don't always stay at home, it'll drive you crazy." Zhao Ying didn't answer him, but asked, "Why are you home so early today?" She shuffled to the kitchen in her slippers, where soup was simmering. She stirred the bottom of the pot with a ceramic spoon. Since Zhao Ying moved in, she had kept the house tidy and organized, and the meals were no longer as hastily prepared as before. "I don't want your sister to say she treats you like a maid. I should go out and have some fun." Zhao Ying dressed casually at home, but the pajamas she was wearing belonged to her sister. She was much taller than Zhao Lu, and the already short skirt looked even shorter, almost revealing her underwear. "You and your friends are always drinking and singing karaoke, it's a smoky mess." Zhao Ying turned around, and Zhong Ming's gaze moved away from her pale thighs. He said, "You don't understand, life in Hong Kong is different from the mainland." Seeing Zhao Ying sprinkling some salt into the boiling pot, he added, "It smells delicious." "Let me get you a bowl first," Zhao Ying said, but he stopped her, "Let's eat together, don't wait for your sister, who knows how long it will take." Zhao Ying obeyed him and was about to take the steaming pot of soup when he quickly said, "I'll do it." Zhao Ying followed him with a bowl and chopsticks, noticing a bright red invitation on the table. Zhao Ying flipped through it, and after serving the rice, he said, "This is for tonight's jewelry launch, I'll take you with me." Zhao Ying was also feeling bored and thought it would be good to get some fresh air, so she agreed. After their meal, Zhao Ying went to her room. Suddenly, she screamed. The moment she turned on the light, she saw a set of clothes lying on the bed, completely spread out, like an invisible beauty softly reclining on her white sheets. The color of the clothes was a pale, misty purple-gray, like a cloud on a rainy day. The texture and craftsmanship were extremely exquisite, and the style was quite simple—it could be said to be impeccable. She couldn't wait to undress herself. Her intuition told her that Zhong Ming was spying on her outside the door. He must have been just as eager as she was to see how this expensive dress would look on her, and he also knew he would have a free show to enjoy. But for some reason, Zhao Ying didn't mind his peeping. She was happy because, in many ways, she liked being watched. She liked men's gazes as a tangible substance, like sticky honey or an aphrodisiac. Even her brother-in-law, Zhong Ming, gave her a feeling of excitement and arousal, arousing her intense desire, like reaching an orgasm. She was only wearing a small pair of panties, her skin smooth, supple, and elastic; her breasts were full and firm, like inflated balloons. From her shoulders to her nipples, from her face to her buttocks. Zhao Xian leered as he scanned her, inwardly marveling: Look, look, a forty-five-year-old woman, and she still has such a figure and skin, it's simply a miracle… The smoky gray evening gown was collarless, sleeveless, and shoulderless, the tight bodice adorned with rhinestones and pearls, the slender waist followed by a voluminous tulle skirt that trailed behind her. Zhao Ying noticed some unfolded boxes, and she hurriedly opened them. Inside were a pair of matching gray satin high heels and a small handbag. She carefully lifted the hem of her dress and went out. “How is it?” Zhao Ying asked in an excited, slightly trembling voice. Zhong Ming clapped his hands and said, “Perfect!” He then changed into a black suit, and Zhao Ying went over to help him pin a bow tie to his snow-white shirt. By the time they drove out, the streetlights were just coming on, and the neon lights on the street shimmered like scattered gold. The wheels pounded on the hard, wide road, blending into the flow of traffic. [To be continued] Night Starry Night Gold Coins +8 for reposting and sharing, a red envelope is offered!

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