The Ambition of a Loser (03-04)

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Chapter 3 What is a "Loser"? Does it refer to someone with low income, low status, ugly appearance, and a worthless life? Are these people born with worthless lives? Are they farmers, or are their parents laid-off workers? Are people born into different classes?
Is fate truly unchangeable? Wang Yang kept asking himself, am I a loser? Am I really a loser? Judging from his current situation, yes, he is. He can't afford a house, he has no money, no car, and he can't possibly have a wife. In this materialistic society, he is at the lowest end of the food chain, doing so-called white-collar manual labor, living cautiously and diligently every day, watching his boss's face, enduring his beloved goddess being possessed, played with, and humiliated. Every time he closes his eyes, the anger in his heart begins to burn—a kind of resentment and indignation. He doesn't want to admit defeat; he doesn't want to be a loser for life! But what about opportunities? When he and Xia Liu graduated at the same time, the opportunities facing them were so vastly different. From the very beginning, it was clear that he would find it extremely difficult to beat Xia Liu. What could he do? What could he do?! Wang Yang asked himself irritably. Throughout history, countless stories of underdogs achieving success have unfolded. The most typical example is the legend of Napoleon, a tale of a fallen nobleman who, through his own struggle, became the Emperor of Europe—what a glorious achievement! Or consider the nouveau riche generation in China during the 1980s, or the current e-commerce saga. Sometimes, Wang Yang even maliciously thought about his favorite novelist, Wang Yu. This guy wasn't a typical underdog before; now, this fatso is definitely a tall, rich, and handsome guy—oh, no, a short, rich, and ugly guy. It seems tall and handsome don't fit this fatso at all. He used to be a factory worker, but now he not only owns a big house in Beijing but also married a beautiful woman. It's simply unbearable! How can I change this? Actually, for Wang Yang, returning home for the Spring Festival brought more than just this worry. His parents, after subtly inquiring, discovered their precious son was still single. This was unacceptable. Wang Yang was already 27; in the countryside, a young man his age would already be old enough to run errands. They wanted to quickly settle him down and find him a wife. From the older generation's perspective, Hangzhou was nice, but too far away. They worried that he might go astray, be led astray. The outside world was too tempting. Seeing Wang Yang's eagerness upon returning, his parents felt uneasy. "Wang Yang, Mom will take you to visit a family tomorrow," his mother said, her kind and earnest gaze fixed on Wang Yang, who was secretly plotting something. "Mom, where are we going tomorrow?" Wang Yang already knew perfectly well what was going on. Back home, from his parents' accents and tone, he knew he was about to be pressured into blind dates. After all, at his age in the rural mountains, he was definitely considered a "leftover man." Some relatives and neighbors, though not saying it to his face, whispered behind his back, "Look at Yangzi, he's getting on in years and still not married. He's probably sick, isn't he? Who says otherwise? Look at the way he walks, his nose in the air. Look at the way he looks at people, what's so great about him?" These were the most common kinds of gossip. In the rural mountains, there wasn't much entertainment; the women at home spent their time chatting about this and that, judging others with their narrow-minded eyes, always thinking the outside world was just like this little mountain village. Wang Yang didn't care. He just laughed it off. He didn't want to spend his whole life in this small village, this small county, repeating the fate his parents had followed. But his parents couldn't stand the constant gossip, their complaints and longing for their son working far away. This led Wang Yang's parents to make a rash decision: they needed to find him a wife immediately. "Little Yangzi, what's wrong? You've been away for a few years, and you think you're all grown up and look down on us? Look at you, you're not getting any younger, and you're still not married. Do you know what it means to settle down and build a career? You need to settle down first, then build a career. How can you have the mind to do anything else if you don't stabilize yourself first? You're coming with your mother tomorrow." Wang Yang's father finally snapped, enraged by Wang Yang's shoving and pushing attitude. This child was truly insensible! They had worried themselves sick over his marriage, and he remained unmoved. What an unfilial son! Blind dates, especially back in the 1980s, were quite interesting. Matchmakers usually introduced couples, and the parents would sit down together to discuss their preferences, focusing on character, education, and where the couple worked. But in the 2010s, the meeting between the parents and the matchmaker has become more like a market transaction. "What's your son's education?" "Oh, my son graduated from a university," the elderly couple said proudly. "A university degree? These days, everyone has one. It's nothing special," the matchmaker and the woman's parents said dismissively. "Have you bought a house in town?" "Well, not yet, but if the young couple really get together, we'll raise the money to buy one," Wang Yang's parents said awkwardly, their faces flushing. "Our Xiaojie won't be helping you pay the loan," the woman's parents immediately pointed out the crux of the matter. Wang Yang's parents blushed even more, quickly waving their hands and saying, "No, no, how could that be? Of course, it's Wang Yang and us, the old folks, who will pay the loan." "Do you have a car?" the woman's parents asked, another common blind date question. "Not yet, but we can buy one if needed," Wang Yang's parents said cautiously, completely unaware of the sorrow and resentment in Wang Yang's eyes beside them. The following questions were all about practical and personal conditions. Practical conditions included the typical dowry in "their area," the usual customs in "their area," and that "their daughter" wouldn't do housework or contribute money, etc.—a series of application requirements. Suddenly, a discordant voice came from the woman's mouth, "Mom, let's go. Their family isn't well-off. The family you met last time was much better." At this, Wang Yang's parents were truly embarrassed. Wang Yang could sense his parents' shame and his father's helpless anger, but he himself remained calm. "Okay, in that case, goodbye." Wang Yang suddenly stood up and walked out without looking back, leaving his parents stunned. "Hey, how could you be like this?" The woman's parents felt that this blind date boy was being incredibly disrespectful; this kind of person wanted to marry their daughter? He was dreaming. "Wang Yang, you come back here!" Wang Yang's father shouted. How could this child be so insensible!
Wang Yang suddenly shook off his father's hand and ran out like the wind, leaving behind a bewildered girl and an elderly man. "What are you doing? Do you know how hard it is for your parents to find you a wife these days?" Back home, Wang Yang's father was furious when he saw him tidying up in his room. Silence fell on Wang Yang, who continued folding his clothes, clearly wanting to go home early. "Getting a wife these days? You know, many young men in our village are still single! It's only because you went to school that someone agreed to meet you. Look at Xiao Linzi across the street, his wife ran away too. Don't they know how precious girls are these days?" Wang Yang's father said, sounding exasperated. Silence remained; this was now Wang Yang's only way of responding to his father. "Yangzi, where are you going? It's the New Year!" Wang Yang's mother cried, trying to stop him from packing. "Mom, Dad, I'm sorry, I can't do it. I want to walk my own path." With that, Wang Yang picked up his backpack and walked outside. "Get out! Don't ever come back if you dare leave this house!" Wang Yang's father suddenly roared. When did this brat get the right to act so arrogantly? "Mom, Dad, I'm sorry. I'll definitely make something of myself before I come back." Wang Yang suddenly knelt down, kowtowed to his parents, got up, closed the door, and left, leaving his parents alone and dejected. Wang Yang walked away step by step, tears streaming down his face. "I'm not reconciled! I'm not reconciled! I'm so unwilling! Why?!" These thoughts raged in Wang Yang's mind, filled with anger. He hated! He resented! The village path that had seemed so long now seemed so short. "Hey, Yangzi, where are you going?" Xiao Linzi, holding a bottle of liquor in one hand, swayed and looked at his friend with hazy, drunken eyes. Since being dumped by Meijuan, Xiao Linzi hadn't had a decent job and had been unemployed at home, a typical laughing stock in the village. He drowned his sorrows in alcohol every day. "Xiao Linzi, I want to leave this mountain village. Will you come with me?" Wang Yang asked, almost as if possessed. "Leave the village? Where to?" Xiao Linzi asked, a little confused. "To take back what belongs to us, to take back our dignity, to take back what we've lost!" Wang Yang said angrily. "Go, I want my Meijuan, sob sob..." Xiao Linzi burst into tears again. "Shut up!" Wang Yang suddenly shouted, "What's a man crying for? Come on, follow me, let's go out and make something of ourselves. Let's go now!" Wang Yang was a little crazy. And so, Xiao Linzi packed a few things at home and set off with Wang Yang. Actually, Xiao Linzi didn't want to celebrate the New Year, because the villagers were gossiping about him, the man who had been cuckolded, just as much as Wang Yang. "Where are we going?" On the way, Xiao Linzi couldn't help but ask. "Let's make a fortune," Wang Yang replied. And indeed, they did. On the night of Lunar New Year's Eve, under the cover of darkness, Wang Yang and Xiao Linzi secretly climbed into the town government building to commit theft. Perhaps it was luck, or perhaps it was fate, but they succeeded easily. On the first and second days of the Lunar New Year, the same scene unfolded in the government building of the neighboring town. In their rented room, looking at the mountain of Mao Zedong bills in front of them, Wang Yang and Xiao Linzi were mesmerized. They did a preliminary count and found that they had stolen a total of more than 600,000 yuan from the offices of the three town mayors and the secretary, as well as many valuable ornaments. In the office of the Party Secretary of Shannan Town, a diary was found, containing detailed records of various affairs, even including the phone numbers of his mistresses. This scumbag had eight mistresses! Wang Yang glared at the wicked diary with hatred. Eight mistresses! Our Party Secretary had even categorized them. For example, Zhou Hanxue, only 22 years old, a student at an art school, every Saturday night; and Wu Moli, already 40, a typical beauty. Looking at their photos vying for attention, Wang Yang and Xiao Linzi felt jealous and envious. "Brother, what do we do next? Continue stealing?" Xiao Linzi asked, looking blankly at the hundred-yuan bills scattered on the bed. "No, but we need to negotiate with these leaders," Wang Yang said with a smile. "Xiao Linzi, have you uploaded all the photos I asked you to take?" "Yes, bro." Xiao Linzi replied immediately. He admired Wang Yang now; at least they had money in their hands. As for whether the money was stolen, he didn't want to think about it too much. He was just a little puzzled because every time Wang Yang went to steal, he would take pictures of the office surroundings and the cabinets and drawers where the gifts were found, which took up a lot of time. Xiao Linzi had some complaints and questions about this, but he trusted his brother Wang Yang, so he didn't ask. "Xiao Linzi, we can take this money, but we need to use some methods." Wang Yang's tone was full of confidence in controlling the situation. Wang Yang and Xiao Linzi were excited and confused in their rented room, but anger, worry, and hesitation permeated the three municipal party committee compounds. "What happened? How could this be stolen? Are the security guards at the city government gate incompetent?! A theft during the New Year!" Inside the offices of the three mayors and secretaries, the security captains helplessly endured a barrage of insults. "A bunch of useless trash! Fire the security guard on duty that night! Get out!" Their angry voices couldn't quell the worries of the secretaries and mayors. That was a large sum of money! If people found out they were accepting gifts during the holiday... if it got exposed, it would be disastrous. Of course, the most worried was the secretary of Shannan Town. He discovered that even his secret notebook, hidden in such a secret compartment, had been stolen. If anything there were exposed... he already felt a chill run down his spine. Although the mayor and party secretary's offices were burglarized and the amount stolen was substantial, the matter was kept quiet. To the outside world, it was claimed to be a petty thief who stole from the municipal party committee compound. However, the mayor and party secretary's offices were notoriously clean, and only about 1,000 yuan was stolen. The police were still investigating. This was one case; the other two towns hadn't reported any thefts, but the police were secretly instructed to intensify their investigations. Soon, the police found Wang Yang in his rented room. Without fear or panic, Wang Yang remained calm. At the police station in Shannan Town, Wang Yang was being interrogated. "Tell me, where did you hide the stolen goods!" a young officer demanded menacingly. "Officer, I'd like to speak privately with the Shannan Party Secretary for a while. If it's convenient, please tell him that I won't answer any questions until then," Wang Yang said indifferently. "Wang Yang, you're a college student with a bright future ahead of you. How can you face your parents like this? Confess and you'll be treated leniently; resist and you'll be punished severely. Quickly confess your crimes and hand over the stolen goods!" An older police officer beside him said earnestly, his expression so sincere. "Heh, I said I wanted to talk to the secretary face-to-face. You can beat me to death here, but I won't say a word until then," Wang Yang said resolutely. The officer continued for a while, seeing that Wang Yang wouldn't budge, and even beat him severely, but Wang Yang gritted his teeth and refused to say a word. On the third night, around 10 PM, Wang Yang was suddenly brought in for interrogation. Standing before him was Lin Weiye, the secretary of Shannan Town. "You wanted to see me, didn't you? Speak," Lin Weiye said indifferently, looking at the almost unrecognizable Wang Yang. "Secretary, hello. I think you know why I've called you here," Wang Yang said with a smile. "What do you want in return for my notebook?" Lin Weiye's pupils contracted slightly, and he said coldly, "Secretary, I just want to make a living, so I'd like to do some small business. I need your help." Wang Yang replied. "Hmph, how did I know you wouldn't keep your word? Give me back my notebook, and I'll let you out. You can have all the money you took; consider it your medicine expenses for the next few days." Lin Weiye said impatiently. "Hehe, Secretary, I, Wang Yang, am just a lowly commoner. I don't care about medicine or anything like that. But I just want to find a big shot to look after me. I think Secretary Lin is my benefactor. As for that notebook, I'll return it to you as soon as I get out. Secretary, exposing you won't do me any good. I, Wang Yang, am also a greedy and lustful person." Wang Yang said with a grin, his somewhat sinister voice echoing in the detention center, sounding rather eerie. "Do you have any copies?" Lin Weiye asked after a moment of silence. It was clear Secretary Lin was somewhat helpless; he had no way to escape Lin Weiye's clutches. "Copies? No, I just have some photos hidden away. Although I trust Secretary Lin's character, you know how easy it is for a big shot like Secretary Lin to crush a nobody like me. Without these photos, I wouldn't even be able to leave this detention center," Wang Yang said with a somewhat desolate smile. "You're quite bold, daring to threaten me. Aren't you afraid I'll deal with you right now?" Lin Weiye suddenly said menacingly. "Of course, but I think a big shot like Secretary Lin wouldn't allow himself to be in any danger. And reporting you, Secretary Lin, wouldn't do me any good. I still want to rely on you to climb the ladder of success," Wang Yang stated his purpose. "You want me to help you climb the ladder of success?" Lin Weiye was amused and annoyed. "Why not, Secretary Lin? I can be your dog. I have nothing, I want money, I want women, I want an official position!" Wang Yang didn't laugh along; he simply spoke his mind to Lin Weiye, his tone filled with...A hint of resentment lingered in his eyes. Secretary Lin felt he was in a real predicament. In his eyes, Wang Yang was a complete scoundrel, someone he would never normally want to provoke. But now he had no choice but to bite the bullet and face him. "Alright, since you want to live a peaceful life, give me back the notebook first. We'll see how you behave in the future," Lin Weiye said helplessly and impatiently. He couldn't stand arguing with a young man who, in his eyes, had nothing. Soon, Wang Yang was released after a day of detention. Upon his release, Wang Yang immediately kept his promise, returning the money and the notebook to Lin Weiye. Under Lin Weiye's instructions, he started a small company, mainly selling office supplies, fruit, and other "office supplies." With Lin Weiye, the county party secretary, protecting them, Wang Yang and Xiao Linzi's business flourished. He secured numerous procurement orders within the county party committee compound. Wang Yang was also adept at networking; he secretly returned the money he had stolen to the mayors and party secretaries, adding a 10% interest rate. He also gave a large portion of the profits from businesses secured through Lin Weiye's connections to his "benefactor, the secretary." So, Lin Weiye quickly came to believe that this young man was decent, even though his methods were somewhat underhanded. He was undeniably sensible, discreet, and reliable, and Lin Weiye began to trust him. Lin Weiye even felt he had done a good deed, helping college graduates find employment. Wang Yang was also very clever, always speaking sweetly to the secretary and other leaders. The leaders were very satisfied with such a sycophant. Time flies. Two years later, Wang Yang and Xiao Linzi went from being penniless losers to city dwellers. They bought a new house and a Buick in Shannan, and their lives were thriving. The village started introducing them to potential partners more often. Everyone in the village had heard that Wang Yang was now a big boss in Shannan, owning a large state-owned company that delivered goods to the municipal government compound. He was truly a young man with a bright future! The number of people trying to set them up with dates increased. The gold-digging woman Wang Yang had previously met on a blind date back home even came through a matchmaker again, trying to get a head start. But Wang Yang absolutely refused, no matter what his parents wanted or what the matchmaker had suggested. He wouldn't give up, he wouldn't accept his fate!
Xiao Linzi, however, quickly succumbed to despair. He actually longed for stability. Lin Weiye later helped him get a job as a driver in a subordinate unit; the pay was decent, the work wasn't strenuous, and the holiday benefits were good. He was considered a promising young man in the village. Besides, although Xiao Linzi had been hurt by Meijuan, when the matchmaker introduced him to a new girl, he didn't seize the opportunity. Later, the girl became pregnant, and they had to get married because of the pregnancy. Wang Yang mocked him for a long time, but no matter what, Xiao Linzi had nothing to say to Wang Yang. Without his brother Wang Yang, he would still be dreaming of getting married, unlike now, where a wife seemed to be forced upon him because of her pregnancy. But was Wang Yang truly happy? Didn't Wang Yang want to find someone?
Wang Yang himself didn't know. One day, Lin Weiye suddenly approached Wang Yang mysteriously and said, "Little Yang, I need your help!" "Uncle, why are you saying that? Your business is my business, Uncle, please tell me," Wang Yang said enthusiastically with a smile. "Little Yang, this matter is actually quite troublesome, and it might require you to make a slight sacrifice," Lin Weiye said somewhat embarrassedly, his expression a little strange. "Uh, Uncle, what is it?" Wang Yang asked curiously. Actually, when Secretary Lin said he needed to make a sacrifice, his heart skipped a beat, but he was also secretly delighted. Not everyone had the opportunity to sacrifice for their leader. "Oh, it's like this, Little Yang, you know I have a little girl named Zhou Hanxue, right?" Secretary Lin said somewhat awkwardly. "Yes, what's wrong, Uncle?" Wang Yang continued to ask. "Uh, by accident, this girl is pregnant." Lin Weiye looked at Wang Yang somewhat embarrassed. "And I had her have an ultrasound, it's a boy. You know, I only have one daughter so far. If this is a boy, I'd like her to have the baby, but if Xiao Zhou suddenly gives birth without a father, it could cause controversy, and the child can't be registered. So I was thinking, why don't you marry Xiao Zhou? You're not married anyway, so you can have the baby smoothly. As for Xiao Zhou, she's undeniably beautiful, I think..." "You won't mind, will you?" Lin Weiye said, almost afraid to look at Wang Yang as he spoke. Wang Yang's face turned pale instantly. Did he want Zhou Hanxue? Yes, Zhou Hanxue was 24 years old, a graduate of an arts school, with a stunning figure and face, looking just like a celebrity. But wanting to sleep with her and marrying her were two different things, not to mention the child she was carrying. Wang Yang was so angry he couldn't speak. "Little Yang, don't be like this. I know this is difficult for you, but you have to consider your uncle's feelings too," Lin Weiye continued to persuade him. "Little Zhou, after finding out she was pregnant, she wanted to abort the child several times. I had to persuade her with all my might. You know, your uncle has no children now, and he's already 50 years old. This child is really hard-won. Don't worry, your uncle will make it up to you." Although Wang Yang was angry, he quickly forced himself to calm down. He knew this was also an opportunity, a chance to get Lin Weiye on his side. "Uncle, you know, this is really difficult,"
Wang Yang said, showing his distress. "Wang Yang, I know this is very unfair and unfair to you, but trust your uncle, I will definitely make it up to you. You've always wanted to take on big projects, haven't you? I promise I'll help you. And don't worry about Xiao Zhou, you know what she looks like." Lin Weiye was delighted to see that Wang Yang hadn't completely given up, and immediately pressed his advantage. "Uncle, but you know I didn't even have a girlfriend before, this, Uncle..." Wang Yang looked extremely aggrieved, his eyes glistening with tears. Secretary Lin himself felt that this was indeed unfair to Wang Yang, but there was nothing he could do. Zhou Hanxue was now using the child in her belly to pressure him. If he didn't agree, Zhou Hanxue would immediately turn on him, and might even report him. It was even more impossible for him to divorce his wife and be with Zhou Hanxue. If his father-in-law found out, his future would be over. So Secretary Lin patiently persuaded Wang Yang, "Little Yang, we men should prioritize our careers. As for women, once you have money and power, it'll be a piece of cake. I know I've wronged you in this matter, but I won't forget you. Don't worry, from now on you're my nephew, and I'll do everything I can to help you." Wang Yang glanced at him; the words had already been spoken. If he didn't agree, he'd have to fall out with Lin, a price he wasn't willing to pay. "Since you've put it this way, Uncle, to be honest, I, Wang Yang, am not an ungrateful person. I, Wang Yang, am where I am today, with a car and a house in the city, all thanks to your help. I will definitely do my best to handle things for you." Wang Yang seemed to have made a great decision, slowly nodding. Secretary Lin finally breathed a sigh of relief, even a little excited. The troublesome matter was finally perfectly resolved. Ah, my son, this Wang Yang is very obedient; I'll have to take good care of him in the future. Now, Lin Weiye found Wang Yang very pleasing to the eye. A good young man, with a promising future. Wang Yang's parents were stunned by the sudden surprise. They'd heard that their son, Xiao Yang, was getting married to a stunningly beautiful woman from the city, but seeing was believing. When they actually saw Wang Yang leading a celestial beauty into their home, their joy overwhelmed them. Their daughter was truly beautiful. The village women were envious, while the village girls were jealous, watching Wang Yang and his beautiful wife arrive and leave in such a grand manner. They were filled with resentment! How could they have been so blind not to have chosen such a good man? The village girls practically hated them to death. The wedding went smoothly. Perhaps due to Secretary Lin's favor to Zhou Hanxue, she cooperated perfectly with Wang Yang's performance from beginning to end. Wang Yang's wedding house was already prepared, and the car was bought. Perhaps as compensation, Lin Weiye gave Wang Yang 500,000 yuan to handle the wedding arrangements. Everything was smooth and beautiful. In front of all the relatives and friends...
Seeing their beautiful bride being led by Wang Yang into the hall of marriage, Wang Yang's parents were moved to tears of happiness. "I am so happy to see my nephew Wang Yang marry this beautiful Ms. Zhou Hanxue today. Wang Yang is usually diligent and responsible at work, young and promising..." Lin Weiye read the marriage vows eloquently and also served as the officiant for Wang Yang and Zhou Hanxue. The country folk from the mountains below had never seen a county party secretary before; he was such a high-ranking official! Seeing Wang Yang being recognized as their nephew was such a stroke of luck! The young women from the countryside regretted their past lack of discernment. The festive bridal chamber, the bright red candles, the flickering candlelight, the fine wine, the crystal goblets—it was a hall of happiness. But the faces of the newlyweds sitting opposite each other were devoid of any joy. After being led into the bridal chamber, Zhou Hanxue's expression turned sour. To be honest, she was a hundred times unwilling to be forced by Secretary Lin to marry Wang Yang, this boy from the mountains. However, Lin Weiye said he wanted the son, but if he couldn't divorce his wife and she persisted, they would really break up. In that case, she wouldn't get a penny and would also face retaliation from Lin. Zhou Hanxue knew Lin Weiye's methods, so she reluctantly accepted her fate. Seeing that Zhou Hanxue was somewhat subdued, Lin Weiye continued to persuade her, saying that Wang Yang now had his own company and was considered to be a well-off family with a house and a car. Moreover, he would compensate her well after marrying him. Besides, no matter how ruthless he was, he wouldn't mistreat his son. Under this combination of soft and hard tactics, Zhou Hanxue reluctantly agreed to play along with Wang Yang in this farce. It could be said that Wang Yang and she got married in a whirlwind romance under Lin Weiye's matchmaking. Initially, Zhou Hanxue didn't have much of a problem with Wang Yang; he was decent-looking, and she'd seen the wedding house—it was pretty good, about 130-140 square meters, nicely decorated, and he had a Nissan. He was a 10/10 average guy, I'd say. Her only disdain was how spineless this man was. Knowing she was pregnant with Lin's child, he still insisted on marrying her, even throwing a lavish wedding at home. It was truly speechless. But then again, how could a country bumpkin like Zhou Hanxue have managed to hook up with that ruthless old man, Lin Weiye, and even buy a house and a car in the city? Sigh, whatever, she thought, she wasn't going to think about it anymore. She was getting on in years; she'd just have to settle for him. As she thought this, Zhou Hanxue's gaze towards Wang Yang softened. She was going to be living with this man from now on, so she should treat him well, shouldn't she? Wang Yang still smiled as he looked at the stunning beauty before him. It should be said that Zhou Hanxue was no less beautiful than Li Li, whom he had previously met. Her fair, delicate oval face, her firm, small, and full breasts pushing her wedding dress high, and her slender, model-like figure—he could already imagine the pleasure of having this gorgeous woman beneath him. Her straight, beautiful legs were encased in fine white fishnet stockings, and her slender feet wore crystal-like high heels. If such a beauty were at the third-tier university Wang Yang had attended, she would definitely be a campus belle. If it were 3-4 years ago, when he had just graduated, he simply couldn't believe his wife would be so alluring. He was quite satisfied, well, only... Now things were a bit awkward. He could tell the woman in front of him didn't really approve of him, and was only reluctantly playing along. Sometimes, a fleeting glance in her eyes betrayed her disdain. Yes, she looked down on him. Wang Yang now felt a little contempt for himself too. He was raising Lin's son, accepting the humiliation of being a used woman, but so what? If he wanted to rise in status, did he have a better option? As long as his son was in his hands, Lin Weiye would do everything in his power to help him. This alluring woman would soon be moaning beneath him. Yes, he had been humiliated, he was despicable, but even Han Xin endured the humiliation of crawling between someone's legs. He had nothing, and now that he had this opportunity, he wouldn't give it up!
"Wife," Wang Yang said lecherously, looking at the used woman Lin Weiye had ruined. "What are you doing?" Zhou Hanxue looked at Wang Yang warily. She realized this man was a lecherous and shameless scoundrel. "What am I doing? We're married. It's our wedding night. What do you think I'm doing, my beautiful wife? Hehe."
Wang Yang's once handsome face was now contorted with rage, his expression a savage, lustful rage. "You, Wang, know I'm Lin Weiye's man!" Zhou Hanxue cried out angrily. "But you're my wife now, my lawfully wedded wife. If you want to make a scene, then go ahead and shout," Wang Yang said indifferently, his face twisted with lust, displaying only shamelessness and thuggery. "You're shameless!" Zhou Hanxue roared. "Yes, I'm shameless, but you're my wife now, and I'm going to fuck you to death!" Wang Yang could no longer restrain himself. He had already ripped off his tuxedo and thrown it on the floor, and like a beast, he forced the beautiful Zhou Hanxue onto the wedding bed. "You beast, no!" Zhou Hanxue weakly punched Wang Yang, who was venting his lust on her, with her delicate white fists. "Ah!!" The white wedding dress was torn and ripped apart by Wang Yang's violent ripping. Wang Yang's hands caressed Zhou Hanxue's long legs covered in white stockings. Wang Yang quickly took off his pants, his dirty penis already hard and erect. Wang Yang straddled Zhou Hanxue, his buttocks exposed. Zhou Hanxue thought he was going to penetrate her, so she lifted her legs. But Wang Yang turned around, his thick penis reaching for Zhou Hanxue's mouth, his head between her legs. "What are you doing?" Zhou Hanxue had never experienced anything like this before. She pushed Wang Yang's body away with her hands. Wang Yang's penis swayed back and forth in front of her, looking extremely ugly. "Slut, lick it with your tongue." Wang Yang said, lowering his head and pulling his thin silk thong to the side. His warm lips touched Zhou Hanxue's full, plump vulva. Zhou Hanxue trembled, her legs involuntarily clamping together. The white stockings made her lower body appear even more alluring. Wang Yang meticulously licked Zhou Hanxue's labia, pubic hair, and even her urethra. Zhou Hanxue trembled uncontrollably under the intense stimulation. Perhaps out of pride, she still looked down on Wang Yang and refused to suck his penis, not even daring to open her eyes. After licking for a while, Wang Yang rolled over and straddled Zhou Hanxue's chest. Zhou Hanxue's wedding dress was torn to shreds. Wang Yang pressed his penis against Zhou Hanxue's mouth, a foul stench assaulting her nose. Zhou Hanxue tightly closed her mouth and turned her head away. "Hurry up, you slut, stop pretending to be a virgin!" Wang Yang kept shoving his penis against Zhou Hanxue's pink lips. Zhou Hanxue shook her head back and forth, tears welling in her eyes, and finally opened her mouth. Wang Yang was enjoying the sensation of being blown by a beautiful woman. Although Lin Weiye had been licked by Zhou Hanxue before, Lin Weiye was the top leader of Shannan, a clearly successful man. What was Wang Yang, this poor country bumpkin, compared to him? Wang Yang's penis quickly became hard from being licked and sucked. Zhou Hanxue's oral skills were indeed remarkable. After all, she was quite experienced. Before being kept by Lin Weiye, and even while she was being kept, a beauty like her never lacked men. Soon, Wang Yang felt like he was about to ejaculate. Seeing this, he didn't dare delay any longer. He pulled out his penis, took a couple of breaths to catch his breath, then turned around and positioned it against Zhou Hanxue's lower body. Zhou Hanxue obediently raised her legs, her long legs, clad in crystal high heels, clamping around Wang Yang's waist. Wang Yang's penis pushed aside her thong and thrust directly inside, entering Zhou Hanxue's body. Her slippery vulva offered no resistance whatsoever. Zhou Hanxue wasn't wearing any clothes at all; she had only lost one high heel during her struggle, and she was still wearing her underwear. Yet, Wang Yang's penis was already inside her. Wang Yang lifted Zhou Hanxue's long legs, stroking her soft, delicate stockings, and began to thrust rapidly. Zhou Hanxue's vagina was warm and moist. Although it had become somewhat loose from Lin Weiye's treatment, she took good care of herself, always requesting vulvar care during her beauty treatments, and she also exercised regularly. Zhou Hanxue's long legs, encased in white stockings, were curled up against Wang Yang's chest. One foot wore a crystal high heel. Zhou Hanxue's eyes were tightly closed as she endured this scoundrel's defilement. After a while, Zhou Hanxue lay face down on the bed, her white wedding dress rolled up to her waist, her fair buttocks protruding below Wang Yang's abdomen. Her panties were pulled down to her knees, her long hair was spread out on the pillow, and her face was buried in the pillow, occasionally letting out suppressed, lewd moans. "My darling, I'm going to cum, it feels so good, ah..." Wang Yang shuddered, his entire body pressing down on Zhou Hanxue. Zhou Hanxue also trembled, instinctively raising her buttocks, unwillingly accepting the spray and drenching of Wang Yang's thick fluid... After ejaculating, the two did not separate. Wang Yang's penis was still wet inside Zhou Hanxue's body, slowly savoring the wonderful sexual experience given by this sexy and alluring woman... The sky outside was still so dark, with only a few stars dotting the long night. Wang Yang did not want to let Zhou Hanxue go so easily. He lewdly inserted his fingers into her buttocks, groping in Zhou Hanxue's sticky, wet area. The semen flowing from Zhou Hanxue's lower body formed a puddle of milky white liquid on the sheets beneath her buttocks. Soon, Wang Yang's penis was aroused again. In the second rape, Wang Yang also performed with unusual stamina. Finally, Zhou Hanxue was tormented until her lower body was dry and painful, devoid of any pleasure. After all, she didn't like the man in front of her at all. The initial slight pleasure quickly faded amidst self-reproach and pain, leaving only endless endurance. The man's penis, still erect after ejaculation, was as powerful as ever, like a general who had fought to the death, sweeping across the battlefield, invincible. Zhou Hanxue was like a defeated soldier, utterly disheveled, panting beneath the man, powerless to move. Despite her vagina being thoroughly ravaged and slightly swollen, she could only endure it with all her might. After nearly half an hour, Zhou Hanxue suddenly felt a warm flow inside her vagina, but not much semen entered. When Wang Yang collapsed on top of her, Zhou Hanxue snapped back to reality, forcefully breaking free from the man, feeling ashamed of her momentary, degrading behavior. She had truly been too shameless, utterly devoid of self-respect. Zhou Hanxue knelt on one side of the sofa, clutching her chest, her face covered with dried tear tracks. Wang Yang, completely satisfied, lay lazily on the bed, looking at Zhou Hanxue, whom he had thoroughly ravaged. Suddenly, he said to her earnestly, "Xiaoxue, don't worry, I, Wang Yang, will take care of you for the rest of my life." Without waiting for Zhou Hanxue's consent, he went over and pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly as if to sleep. Zhou Hanxue tried to resist several times, but to no avail. Slowly, she resigned herself to her fate and fell asleep in Wang Yang's arms. "Wang Yang, don't you despise me? I have Lin Weiye's son in my arms," Zhou Hanxue asked softly in the early morning, her eyes red from crying, gazing out the window. "Xiaoxue, you are my wife now. We are both pitiful people, and I pity you," Wang Yang murmured softly behind Zhou Hanxue's ear. "Yes, Wang Yang, we are willing to marry you, as long as you treat me well in the future," Zhou Hanxue seemed resigned, tugging at Wang Yang's arms that were holding her, making him hold her even tighter. "Xiaoxue, me too. You're my wife. Okay, sleep a little longer. We still have a lot to do today," Wang Yang said softly, like a couple's whispered conversation. "Mmm, husband," Zhou Hanxue replied, a slight smile on her lips. Chapter Four: Wang Yang quickly got up to make breakfast for Zhou Hanxue. The scene was still warm, just like when he first treated Li Li. Because he desperately needed Zhou Hanxue as leverage. The wedding passed peacefully, and Wang Yang took his bride back to Shannan. When they left, the villagers who were considering marriage there showed the same enthusiasm as if they were seeing off a prime minister, bidding farewell to this remarkable young man from their village. Wang Yang's parents were also all smiles. Their son had truly brought them honor. Wasn't this just as the saying goes, "To make a living, who doesn't have a little green on their head?"
Back in Shannan, Wang Yang's business flourished with Lin Weiye's help. One morning, while Wang Yang was taking inventory, his phone rang unexpectedly. He saw it was Lin Weiye. He swiped the phone and said in a particularly affectionate tone, "Uncle, what can I do for you?" This "Uncle" made Lin Weiye overjoyed. "My dear nephew, first of all, I want to congratulate you on your marriage. Also, I heard you're back, so I'm planning to arrange a welcome-back dinner. And also, because Zhou Hanxue is pregnant, I'm worried about her, so I'd like to introduce you to a younger sister. Her name is Ye Feifei, and she's incredibly beautiful!" Lin Weiye let out a few lewd laughs on the other end of the line. "Thank you so much, Uncle Lin. You have no idea how pent up I've been these past few days. I'll treat you tonight. Let's talk again at our usual place." Wang Yang knew perfectly well that Lin Weiye was worried about his son and was reminding him not to touch Zhou Hanxue during her pregnancy. Then, to make up for his lack of money, he wanted to introduce himself to a casual sex partner. This was exactly what Wang Yang wanted; he was indeed very pent-up with desire, seeing the beautiful Zhou Hanxue every day. Meanwhile, Lin Weiye, on the other end of the phone, had made this call after careful consideration, introducing his other mistress, Ye Feifei, to Wang Yang to be his plaything—a decision that took a lot of courage. Speaking of Ye Feifei, she was actually Zhou Hanxue's classmate. After graduating from art school, they returned to their hometown and became car models. By chance, Lin Weiye discovered Ye Feifei as a car model and, seeing her alluring appearance, immediately became lustful. Lin Weiye used some methods, and under his coercion and enticement, Ye Feifei had no choice but to submit to him and become his mistress. Later, Zhou Hanxue became pregnant unintentionally and was forced to give birth by Lin Weiye. At this point, Lin Weiye naturally didn't care much about Zhou Hanxue, but he absolutely wouldn't allow Wang Yang, that hothead, to be driven by lust and sleep with Zhou Hanxue. After careful consideration, Lin Weiye arranged for Ye Feifei, whom he had already grown tired of, to be Wang Yang's temporary lover. The town of Shannan was still bustling with traffic in the evening. It was vaguely the same opulent hotel from years ago. It was still two men and one woman, only the main characters had changed from Xia Liu, Li Li, and Wu Chi to Lin Weiye, Wang Yang, and Ye Feifei. But they were doing the same dirty tricks. Just as despicable. After several rounds of drinks and dishes, Lin Weiye smiled and put his arm around Ye Feifei, saying, "This is my nephew. We're very close, despite our age difference. He's also the husband of your classmate Zhou Hanxue. Why don't you have dinner with Wang Yang's nephew? I have some work to take care of at the office." Ye Feifei, with a woman's intuition, suddenly felt uneasy, but she genuinely didn't understand Lin Weiye's intentions. Before she could think further, Lin Weiye pushed Ye Feifei towards Wang Yang with such force and strength, then put on his coat and walked out. After Lin Weiye left, Ye Feifei was somewhat bewildered. Just as she was about to ask what was going on, Wang Yang received a text message from Lin Weiye. It read: "My dear nephew, this is an opportunity your uncle has created for you. You must live up to it and not let me down, understand?" After reading the message, Wang Yang felt as if a thousand grass mud horses were galloping through his mind. That bastard! He slammed his phone on the table, but wasn't he playing the role of that bastard too? This ruthless society is like that; people can devour each other without spitting out the bones. Ye Feifei, standing nearby, seemed to have noticed something was amiss. From the moment Lin Weiye threw her down and pushed her towards Wang Yang, she had a feeling. She had been given away, becoming a commodity. She didn't feel much sorrow; she had experienced this kind of thing since school. Being beautiful, she was just a commodity in the hands of these powerful men, a tool for their sexual gratification. There was nothing to complain about. She quickly adapted to her role, her alluring face gazing at Wang Yang with affection. Then, she smiled and moved closer to him, saying, "Brother Wang, you're truly a handsome man, so young yet already valued by the old man." Wang Yang sensed that Ye Feifei was no pushover. Without beating around the bush, he looked at his beautiful prey with a flirtatious expression and said directly, "I have three things to say. First, I feel I understand life better than Lin Weiye; second, I feel I'm stronger than Lin Weiye; third, and most importantly, you can't refuse me." Before Ye Feifei could reply, Wang Yang downed more than half a glass of baijiu in one gulp. He walked straight to Ye Feifei, looking down at his prize. Under the influence of alcohol, Ye Feifei was beautiful and alluring, her large breasts bulging against her dress, looking incredibly tempting. Wang Yang could no longer resist and pounced on her without a word, like a lustful demon greedily devouring his prey. Wang Yang knew his career advancement opportunities were hard-won, and he cherished every chance. He deeply understood that helping his leader do a hundred good deeds was less valuable than taking the blame for him and doing one bad deed together. He had taken the blame; now he was doing that bad deed. He profoundly grasped and implemented Lin Weiye's spirit. Ye Feifei, standing nearby, also very tactfully grabbed Wang Yang's penis. She said flirtatiously, "Don't be so rough, okay? Don't worry, I'll take good care of you." As she spoke, she obediently lowered her beautiful, delicate face, opened her lips painted with glossy lipstick, and began to suck on Wang Yang's enormous penis with affection, as if savoring something delicious. Wang Yang forced Ye Feifei down between his legs, and Ye Feifei cooperated by sucking hard. She had been kept and played with by various men during her school years, and after being kept by Lin Weiye, she frequently sucked him, her skills already honed to perfection. Wang Yang looked down at Ye Feifei beneath him; her clothes had come undone during his rough movements, revealing her full, firm breasts and long, straight legs bent as she knelt on the ground. A sense of conquest welled up within Wang Yang; this was the first woman he could play with and ravage at will, his trophy. Wang Yang didn't care about Ye Feifei's life or death. His enormous penis filled her small, cherry-like mouth, and he grabbed her hair, thrusting forcefully into her mouth, venting his beastly desires. He needed to fuck this woman to death right there. Images kept flashing before his eyes, as if his former goddess, Li Li, was being ravaged by Xia Liu. Those images filled him with immense rage. That slut! Ye Feifei quickly adapted to Wang Yang's rhythm. Wang Yang gave her a signal, and she lay face down on the table. Her two once firm, high breasts were flattened and smeared on the table. She tried her best to stick out her pert buttocks to accommodate Wang Yang's wanton thrusting, trying to satisfy her new customer. Wang Yang would occasionally grab and knead Ye Feifei's buttocks and breasts, his strong hands leaving bluish bruises on her fair skin, accompanied by Ye Feifei's painful moans. Ye Feifei was experiencing both pain and pleasure, but in the restaurant, she dared not moan loudly, only trying to keep her voice down. Her two large, watery eyes blinked pleadingly at Wang Yang, filled with humiliation and sorrow, unaware that such tenderness was the best aphrodisiac for men. Suddenly, Wang Yang felt a shiver run through him, and he quickly pulled out his large penis, shoving it into Ye Feifei's mouth. A thick stream of semen poured directly into her throat. He stared at Ye Feifei and said, "Swallow it." Coldly, without any emotion. Only two words. Ye Feifei naturally complied. She understood that Wang Yang was now the old man's favorite, and his orders were to satisfy him by any means necessary, even if it was painful. Ye Feifei knew about Lin Weiye and Zhou Hanxue's relationship; they were inseparable best friends. But now Zhou Hanxue had married Wang Yang, even with a child in her belly, it was still a good outcome. And what about herself? She had become a tool for her friend's husband to satisfy his lust, and a wave of sorrow washed over her. This Wang Yang and Lin Weiye's relationship was definitely not ordinary; he was young and promising, and somewhat unscrupulous, and now he was so close to Lin Weiye. For her, there wasn't much of a choice: a nearly fifty-year-old man versus a robust man in his twenties. From a purely physical standpoint, Lin Feifei would naturally choose the robust man to serve her; Lin Weiye had never satisfied her. "Which tastes better, my semen or Lin Weiye's semen?" Having satisfied his lust, Wang Yang leaned back in his chair, took another sip of his drink, and asked smugly. "Of course, Brother Wang is better. Is there even a question? You're practically crushing me!" Her soft voice was alluring and ignited the man's desire. Wang Yang never expected Ye Feifei to answer so brazenly; he had clearly underestimated her ability to be pragmatic. "Then you'll obediently be my lover. I'll call you when I need you. From now on, you'll be my tool for gratification and my plaything. I don't want to see you having any other ambiguous relationships with other men," Wang Yang said without even raising his eyelids, issuing a direct command without discussion, as if accepting something as a matter of course. Ye Feifei, as the commodity, showed a fleeting look of resentment and humiliation in her eyes, but quickly could only helplessly submit—a kind of submission she couldn't resist. The next day...In the morning, Lin Weiye woke up to find his phone empty. No messages were good news, in his mind. He assumed Wang Yang had succeeded. Then, while he was washing up, his phone rang. It was a message from Wang Yang, containing only one sentence: "I will resolutely live up to the leader's trust."
Just as Lin Weiye had expected. Wang Yang was a smart man. Thinking of this, Lin Weiye smiled knowingly and went to eat breakfast. After Wang Yang reached the so-called "lover" agreement with Ye Feifei yesterday, he started drinking one glass after another. During their drinking and chatting, Ye Feifei, taking advantage of her drunkenness, intentionally or unintentionally revealed her own bumpy and impoverished background. The similar fate and the two completely different paths created a faint affection between her and Wang Yang, and also made Wang Yang feel a little affection for her. In fact, in Wang Yang's eyes, this Ye Feifei was exactly the second Li Li, equally beautiful and charming, equally materialistic. Now he was enjoying the thrill of conquest. And so the two drank from the hotel to the motel. They fell asleep in each other's arms, in a daze. Little did Wang Yang know that today he was playing the same role that Xia Liu had played before. There was another "Wang Yang" silently watching Wang Yang and Ye Feifei from afar. But this "Wang Yang" could only viciously punch a towering tree with his fist. He continued pounding until his fists bled, but he didn't stop. It was heartbreaking to watch. But this child could only complain about the unfairness of society; he was helpless. He wasn't as lucky or as clever as Wang Yang to latch onto someone like Lin Weiye. The reality was that in this dog-eat-dog world, he could only watch from afar, secretly observing Wang Yang and Ye Feifei's intimate moments. He watched Wang Yang's dirty hands brazenly slipping inside Ye Feifei's clothes, kneading his goddess's breasts, kissing her, hugging her, teasing her, provoking her, ravaging and humiliating her. He was powerless to do anything. He could only stare at the two of them with his rabbit-red eyes, then silently leave with a long, mournful cry. Before going to bed, Wang Yang secretly fulfilled his duty as a husband by going to the bathroom: he called his wife, "Don't wait for me today. I have a social engagement that will probably last until late. I won't be home if it's too late; you go to sleep first." Zhou Hanxue was initially taken aback. Then she quietly said, "Oh," but she never expected that Wang Yang, who had sworn eternal love to her just a few days ago, would so quickly change his tune and drop his pretense. Zhou Hanxue even comforted herself by thinking that her husband was really just discussing business. Of course, Zhou Hanxue didn't know that the person her husband was having an affair with was introduced by Lin Weiye, and that it was actually her classmate Ye Feifei. But in the end, Zhou Hanxue compromised and could only serve Wang Yang wholeheartedly. After all, he had wronged Wang Yang first, and their marriage was a joke in itself. Of course, that's a story for later.
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