[Urban] A Romantic Transformation (Complete) - 10

Chapter 56 A Fury for a Beauty

Little cousin Erniu sat on the sofa, taking a big bite of a pear, his big eyes fixed on the coffee table. There were four or five fruit plates on the table, filled with various fruits and snacks, making the country boy's mouth water.

Zhang Lan chatted with her second aunt for a few minutes before saying she was going to cook. Liangzi smiled and said, "Second Aunt, come, let me show you your room."

Her second aunt and little cousin had stayed for a few days before leaving. That day, after dinner, Zhang Lan and Tang Ziliang sat on the sofa watching the news. Tang Ziliang glanced at the beautiful woman curled up on the sofa, feeling a little itchy. Zhang Lan lay on the soft sofa, looking languid, wearing black stockings and a glittering anklet on her ankle, which she placed on Tang Ziliang's leg, occasionally pinching his thigh with her toes.

Tang Ziliang leaned back on the sofa, comfortably enjoying the beauty's "teasing," but showed no reaction. It seemed that the middle-aged female news anchor on TV was more attractive than Zhang Lan.

Zhang Lan was somewhat indignant. Her aunt and cousin had been staying with her for the past few days, making it inconvenient for Tang Ziliang to be intimate with her. Zhang Lan, a young woman yearning for pleasure, couldn't resist giving Tang Ziliang some hints…

She had originally wanted to try some intimate positions with him, but Tang Ziliang seemed like a wooden doll, unmoved by her beauty. Zhang Lan's face burned with embarrassment at the thought, but Tang Ziliang remained as still as a meditating monk, ignoring her for so long.

Zhang Lan grew angry. Every time Tang Ziliang was in the mood, he would half-force, half-coax her into intimacy. Today, she was taking the initiative for the first time, and he was playing the role of a virtuous man. Zhang Lan's pride was wounded; she sat up abruptly, biting her red lips and glaring angrily at Tang Ziliang.

Seeing Zhang Lan's sullen and pretty face, Tang Ziliang couldn't help but laugh. He reached out and pulled her into his arms, saying, "Just say what's on your mind. Do you want me to come up with some money-making ideas for you again?"

Zhang Lan, not expecting him to see through her, blushed. "How did you know I had something on my mind? Can't we do anything else besides making money?"

Tang Ziliang chuckled, "I know all your tricks. So, what is it?" He gently kissed Zhang Lan's cheek, then whispered a few words in her ear. Zhang Lan, her face still flushed, pushed him away. "You want me to give you a blowjob again? Dream on!"

Tang Ziliang was about to take advantage of this increasingly beautiful and seductive businesswoman on the spot when the doorbell rang at an inopportune moment. Tang Ziliang frowned and said, "Who is it? So late? Zhang Lan, are you keeping a gigolo behind my back?"

Zhang Lan laughed and scolded, quickly putting on her slippers and red trench coat before opening the door. Looking through the peephole, she saw a man and a woman she had never seen before, both in their thirties. The man had a clean-cut face, wore glasses, and was very refined. The woman wore a green wool coat and light makeup, possessing a mature charm. She must have been quite beautiful when she was young, but now she was middle-aged.

Seeing that they didn't look like unemployed people, Zhang Lan opened the door and asked, "Who are you looking for?"

The two men outside were taken aback when they saw Zhang Lan, but the man reacted quickly, immediately smiling and

saying, "You must be Miss Zhang. We've come to see Deputy County Chief Tang." Zhang Lan stepped aside and said with a smile, "Please come in." Turning around, she said, "Tang Ziliang, we have guests." This was the first time anyone had come to her place to see Tang Ziliang. Zhang Lan thought to herself, if they knew about my relationship with Liangzi, would it have a negative impact on him?

But she couldn't turn them away, so she said to them, "No need to change your slippers, please come in."

Tang Ziliang was puzzled when he saw the two men enter: Why were they here to see him? He remained calm, smiled, and went over to shake hands, saying, "Director Zhang, what a rare guest! Please come in and sit down."

It was indeed Director Zhang from the government office and his wife. Before leaving work, Director Zhang had received a call from his hometown, Xiao Zhang Village. His aunt, who had raised him since he was a child, was crying and telling him that her nephew, Zhang Ergou, had been detained by the county bureau.

Director Zhang was furious. He went to the county bureau and, through his acquaintance Deputy Director Liu, inquired and learned that Ma Hailong was the one who led the operation. He then found Ma Hailong and learned that Er Gou was detained for suspected hooliganism and assaulting a minor.

Upon further questioning, he broke out in a cold sweat: the woman Er Gou had harassed was the woman of Deputy County Head Tang. Director Zhang was so angry he wanted to personally cut off his nephew's penis. But he couldn't resist his aunt's pleading, and a thought struck him. This was an opportunity to curry favor with Deputy County Head Tang. He didn't care much about Er Gou's fate; if he could get on Deputy County Head Tang's good side and pay his respects, the gains would outweigh the losses. Thinking this, the couple went to Tang's house that very night.

Since it was their first visit, they didn't dare bring expensive gifts: two packs of Hongtashan cigarettes and two bottles of premium 46-degree Baiyunbian liquor, totaling less than four hundred yuan.

Director Zhang smiled and shook hands with Tang Ziliang, exchanging pleasantries. Zhang Lan's face changed immediately. So this was Zhang Er Gou's cousin! Er Gouzi is still locked up in the station; we can't release him so soon.

Director Zhang smiled and said, "Vice County Chief Tang, you're truly beautiful. I'm sorry to disturb your rest so late." Tang Ziliang smiled and said, "It's alright, Director Zhang, just say what you want to say." But inwardly he was amused: You're playing games with me, I'll play along and see who gets impatient first.

Mrs. Zhang was very good at handling things; she warmly pulled Zhang Lan aside and praised her beauty, then followed Zhang Lan into the kitchen to help her make tea for the two men. Only

when Zhang Lan wasn't present did Director Zhang dare to speak the truth.

Director Zhang immediately adopted a self-reproachful expression: "Vice County Head Tang, I've come to admit my mistakes. It's all my fault. My spoiled cousin is lawless and caused Miss Zhang to be frightened. I... on behalf of my whole family, I apologize to Vice County Head Tang. Please forgive me..."

He wanted to continue, but Tang Ziliang had already reached out to stop him. "Wait, wait."

Tang Ziliang's face was ashen, and his gaze slowly sharpened. Director Zhang swallowed the words he was about to say, his heart pounding. He had never seen the young County Head Tang display such a powerful aura.

Tang Ziliang stared at Director Zhang for a while, then waved his hand: "I'm very tired. You should go back first."

Director Zhang was stunned and wanted to say more, but he saw Tang Ziliang already leaning back on the sofa, slowly closing his eyes to rest.

At this moment, Zhang Lan and his wife walked over from the dining room carrying a tea tray and fruit platter. Director Zhang slowly stood up, gave his wife a wink, and she understood, smiling as she said goodbye to Zhang Lan.

Tang Ziliang didn't move an inch until the couple left. The couple didn't dare say a word, and naturally didn't dare leave the gifts, slinking out the door dejectedly.

On the street, Mrs. Zhang asked, "Weren't you fine just now? Why the sudden change of heart? What did you do to upset Deputy County Chief Tang?"

Director Zhang was also puzzled, shaking his head and sighing, "Let's talk about it tomorrow. I'll ask around to find out what happened. Could it be that Third Aunt is hiding something from me?"

Zhang Lan closed the door, turned back to look at Tang Ziliang, her heart pounding with anxiety, wondering why he was so angry.

At this moment, Tang Ziliang picked up the phone on the coffee table and started dialing. Zhang Lan walked over, sat down next to Tang Ziliang, and asked softly, "So late? Who are you calling?"

Tang Ziliang didn't turn his head: "Ma Hailong." Zhang Lan didn't dare to say anything, thinking to herself: Liangzi wouldn't be asking Ma Hailong to release that bastard Zhang Ergou , would he?

Beep...beep, no one answered the phone. Tang Ziliang snorted coldly, pressed the dial pad, and started dialing again. Zhang Lan recognized this number; it was Ma Hailong's home phone number.

As soon as the receiver rang, Ma Hailong's loud voice boomed, "Hello, who is it?"

Tang Ziliang had already launched into a tirade: "Ma Hailong! You listen to me, no matter who clears the way, you absolutely cannot release that Zhang Ergou. My woman, Tang Ziliang's woman, cannot be bullied! That bastard should at least serve a few years in jail! If you don't handle this well, we're no longer brothers!" After saying that, Tang Ziliang slammed the phone down on the coffee table.

Zhang Lan was stunned. Were those fierce, vengeful words really spoken by him? This was the first time Zhang Lan had seen Tang Ziliang lose his composure like this. While she was frightened, she also felt a little sweet inside, after all, Liangzi was helping her in the early stages. But looking at Tang Ziliang's ashen face, Zhang Lan still felt a pang of heartache. "Liangzi, won't doing this affect your plans? You didn't have to do this."

Tang Ziliang turned his head and saw Zhang Lan's somewhat frightened expression. He immediately realized that his anger had frightened her. He grabbed her hand and laughed, "What? Aren't you happy that I killed that Zhang Ergou for you?"

Seeing that Tang Ziliang could still joke, Zhang Lan finally breathed a sigh of relief. Just as she was about to speak, Tang Ziliang pulled her soft, delicate body into his arms. He wrapped his arms around her, his smile fading, and said seriously, "Don't be afraid. I'll make anyone who bullies you pay a heavy price."

Hearing Tang Ziliang's resolute words, Zhang Lan's unease gradually dissipated. Although Tang Ziliang was very chauvinistic, only he truly wanted to protect her.

Zhang Lan suddenly found it funny again. Tang Ziliang's possessiveness was too strong, but she liked strong men. How could a man conquer and protect a woman if he wasn't strong?

Zhang Lan squinted her eyes and snuggled her pretty face into Tang Ziliang's arms. In his arms, she felt so safe.

Looking at the alluring beauty in his arms, Tang Ziliang felt a tingling, itchy sensation in his heart. He chuckled, "I helped you vent your anger today, shouldn't you serve me well?"

Zhang Lan screamed and struggled. Tang Ziliang had already ripped off her red trench coat and thrown it aside. Zhang Lan punched and kicked, but Tang Ziliang pressed her down on the sofa. Her slim-fit jeans were suddenly pulled up to her knees, revealing her legs and the yellow thong at the base. Seeing the dark black thong between her high, perky buttocks, Tang Ziliang felt a surge of heat in his lower abdomen. He laughed and said, "When did Dongyang start selling these kinds of panties?"

Tang Ziliang comfortably caressed Zhang Lan's high, firm breasts with one hand, while the other hand rested on Zhang Lan's bouncy, perky buttocks, squeezing them hard. Then he gently pulled on the black thong strap, laughing, "You're dressed so sexy today, do you want me to satisfy you?"

Zhang Lan bit her red lips angrily and glared at Tang Ziliang, but didn't say anything. Seeing Tang Ziliang slowly pull up the strap, she saw her private parts... Her virginity was about to be completely exposed, and in her great embarrassment, she hurriedly nodded, "Let's... let's go to my room." Her voice was barely audible.

Seeing the beautiful woman shyly waiting for him to take her, Tang Ziliang was overjoyed. He nodded, and was just about to break his promise and have his way with her on the sofa when the phone suddenly rang again.

It was Su Qin calling, asking Tang Ziliang to come out and talk. After calming the beautiful businesswoman, Tang Ziliang went out and looked at Su Qin standing by the tree waiting for him, somewhat lost in thought.

His relationship with Su Qin seemed to be heating up rapidly recently. After the night of the kiss, Su Qin's guard against Liangzi had relaxed a lot, but taking it a step further was a bit difficult.

Chapter 57 Ripe Peach

Su Qin was a somewhat conservative girl. Tang Ziliang even suspected that, apart from him, Su Qin had never hugged or kissed any other boy. But this was exactly the result Tang Ziliang wanted.

The pale green dress accentuated the girl's slender figure, making her appear even more delicate. Her long hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her waist swayed like a water snake. The two sections of her calves exposed beneath the hem of the dress were dazzlingly white.

Tang Ziliang quietly approached and suddenly hugged Su Qin from behind, startling her so much that her face turned pale and she screamed. Seeing that it was Tang Ziliang, she shyly pounded on his chest.

The sky was gradually darkening, but the sunset was still brilliant. Tang Ziliang and Su Qin had lost interest in going to the dance hall. While strolling, after checking that no one was around, Tang Ziliang cupped Su Qin's face and planted a sweet kiss on her cheek.

Su Qin's heartstrings were instantly plucked by Liangzi's intense kiss. After a few whimpers and struggles, her hands wrapped around Tang Ziliang's neck.

Feeling Tang Ziliang's hands roaming over her waist and hips, Su Qin quickly struggled away, "Liangzi, not here." The narrow path in early summer was lush with vegetation, and there weren't many pedestrians on it.

Holding Su Qin's hand, Tang Ziliang strolled along the island, a sense of tranquility washing over him.

"Liangzi, my mom said I should work for Hongxiang Group after graduation. What do you think?" In the quiet, secluded environment, Su Qin relaxed a little. In crowded places, she would never have wanted to walk hand-in-hand with Tang Ziliang.

"Is Hongxiang Group hiring?" Tang Ziliang's lips curled into a bitter smile. His adoptive father was already running the sixth factory. Since hiring a batch of workers at the end of the year before last, the factory hadn't had any large-scale recruitment plans, at most filling a few scattered positions with children of factory workers.

"Sigh, after Boss Wang was arrested, Hongxiang Group's profits plummeted this year. I'm afraid there won't be any improvement in the next two years." Liangzi sighed. As a transmigrator, he naturally knew the state of the domestic textile industry in the coming years. [The remaining text appears to be unrelated and possibly spam: "Family dating, couple dating communities have tons of innocent young women waiting to be fucked! QQ, MSN, etc., those are mainly young girls and conservative women without other ideas, basically no chance."] The community was filled with unmarried women and middle-aged women dissatisfied with reality and indulging in romantic fantasies. No login required, no identity needed, easy to enter and exit – a rather ideal place.

Not just for the next two years, but for the next decade or so, the textile industry's performance hadn't improved much.

In Tang Ziliang's memory, many of the hostesses in the entertainment venues that sprang up in Dongyang County and Xilong Town a few years later were female workers from Hongxiang Garment Group. Su Qin going to work for Hongxiang Group was undoubtedly a waste of her talent.

"Su Qin, Hongxiang Group isn't doing well; it might even go bankrupt and dissolve," Tang Ziliang sighed.

"Really? It's not that serious. The group has thousands of workers; how can it just go bankrupt like that?" Su Qin shook her head, disbelieving.

"Don't disbelieve me. I'm the deputy county head. Hongxiang Group has serious internal problems and might be used as a pilot for the reform of state-owned enterprises in Dongyang. You'd better not work there."

"Is it really that bad?" Su Qin felt a chill run down her spine after hearing Tang Ziliang's words.

"Believe me, with your looks, you can find a good job anywhere." Tang Ziliang smiled, encouraging Su Qin.

"Then what should I do?" Su Qin felt a pang of anxiety. Tang Ziliang never made empty promises; it seemed Hongxiang Group was truly out of the question.

Tang Ziliang's eyes darted around, and he chuckled, "Su Qin, don't worry, with me here, what are you afraid of? At worst, I'll arrange a good job for you."

Tang Ziliang's teasing tone made Su Qin's face flush again. "What's our relationship? Why would I need you to arrange a job for me?"

"Well, you've already let me kiss you, so what do you think our relationship is?" Tang Ziliang asked with a half-smile.

Tang Ziliang's ambiguous and vague answer made Su Qin's cheeks burn. She raised her hand to hit Tang Ziliang again, but he grabbed her slender hand. Just then, there was a bench by the roadside, and the grove of trees beside it rustled in the evening breeze. "Let's rest here for

a bit," Tang Ziliang said. He sat down in the chair, pulling Su Qin into his arms, her buttocks resting on his lap.

Su Qin was clearly uncomfortable, fidgeting restlessly as Tang Ziliang held her. However, Tang Ziliang's arms were very strong, and Su Qin's resistance was not strong. When Tang Ziliang kissed her, she quickly lost herself in his passionate kiss.

Her porcelain-like breasts soon broke free from the confines of her bra, falling into Tang Ziliang's hands, rhythmically kneaded and caressed, releasing the desire deep within Su Qin's heart little by little. She was somewhat afraid to find that she seemed powerless to resist any of Tang Ziliang's actions, and even deep down, there was a faint thirst.

Tang Ziliang's hands roamed freely, targeting the girl's flat, soft abdomen and firm buttocks. When he lifted Su Qin and placed her facing him on his lap, her flushed cheeks radiated a stunning beauty.

Tang Ziliang finally kissed the breasts he had longed for. The forceful movement caused Su Qin to cling tightly to Tang Ziliang's head, her whole body trembling uncontrollably.

Su Qin felt as if the sky were falling; she was completely unable to control her body's sensations. Tang Ziliang's hot breath danced across her bare breasts. Her

fiery red cheeks, glazed eyes, and heavy breathing made Tang Ziliang realize that the girl sitting on him was on the verge of climax. When his fingers consciously probed between her legs, Su Qin let out a swan-like scream, igniting all of Tang Ziliang's desire.

The waves of heat from her thighs and the sharp pain in her shoulder caused Su Qin to bite Tang Ziliang's shoulder. Her body convulsed violently; before the man even touched her, she gushed. After she finished spitting out, Tang Ziliang tenderly stroked Su Qin's smooth back to help her calm down as quickly as possible.

Coming to her senses, Su Qin was so ashamed that she buried her face deep in Tang Ziliang's chest, the discomfort in her buttocks making her wish she could disappear into the ground.

Tang Ziliang wasn't in a hurry to take advantage of Su Qin on the spot. He knew this was Su Qin's limit, and Liangzi was, after all, an official, and he had to maintain his image in public. Besides, Su Qin was already a ripe peach ready for him to pluck; it was only a matter of time before he ate her.

Before Su Qin's parents returned home, Tang Ziliang left. He stayed at Su Qin's house for half an hour, visiting her bedroom and noticing bras and panties folded on the bedside table. Su Qin, embarrassed, chased Tang Ziliang out.

Su Qin was indeed a very simple girl. Tang Ziliang walked aimlessly down Dongyang Street. Having come this far, if he were to give up on Su Qin, she would likely suffer for a long time, and Tang Ziliang felt a pang of reluctance.

He didn't know how far his relationship with Su Qin would develop; they were both adults, so he could only let fate decide.

On Sunday, Tang Ziliang went to the special admissions class for the MBA program at Jiangcheng University of Science and Technology for the first time. He had already enrolled in this class, and today was his first day of class. The temporary classroom was set up in the chemistry lab of Jiangcheng No. 2 High School. At that time, No. 2 High School was a national key high school, boasting the highest college entrance examination pass rate in the province for five consecutive years. Entering Jiangcheng No. 2 High School was practically a guarantee of admission to a top university; it was a sacred place for rural children to achieve their dreams.

The lab environment was quite good, and it was clean. Tang Ziliang casually found a corner to sit down. It wasn't until the teacher called roll that Tang Ziliang realized there were only twelve students in his class—either mid-to-high-level executives from companies or self-employed individuals who had made enough money to gain experience.

Tang Ziliang sighed. It seemed he wouldn't be able to get a master's degree anymore. That seemingly shrewd female PhD student would soon become familiar with all the students in the class. Tang Ziliang's plan to study sporadically would be impossible. After

watching half a lecture's recording, Tang Ziliang felt drowsy during the rest of the class. He ate some noodles at a snack bar for lunch and finally made it to 5 PM. When the last lecture ended, Tang Ziliang perked up and got up to leave the classroom, but the female PhD student called out to him, "Wait a minute, everyone!" The female PhD

student, surnamed Song, was in her early thirties, quite pretty, wearing thin gold-rimmed glasses, and had a refined and elegant demeanor. Her light blue suit and sheer high heels complemented her refined and intellectual air.

"Classmates, today is our first day of class. To help us get to know each other better, how about we have a get-together tonight? Everyone can chip in ten yuan, and we'll go to Baiwei Food Stall outside the school gate."

As she spoke, the female PhD student's eyes glanced at Tang Ziliang: "Hey, I feel like I've seen you somewhere before?" Tang Ziliang shook his head slightly, thinking to himself: You should recognize me from TV.

"Hey, buddy, I've been wanting to ask you for a while now, how old are you? You're doing a master's program? Did you take the college entrance exam?" The person sitting next to Tang Ziliang was a middle-aged, overweight man. He turned around and asked Tang Ziliang with a smile.

Tang Ziliang smiled and said, "I'm twenty-one, I look a bit young. I did my undergraduate studies at Huazhong Agricultural University." These students chatted and laughed during their lunch gathering. Although Tang Ziliang was taking a nap at his desk, he had gotten a general understanding of them through their conversation.

The least qualified among them all had a junior college diploma. In 1993, a junior college graduate was still considered an intellectual. So their first impressions of Tang Ziliang were all pretty good, especially the chubby guy surnamed Liu. He was quite generous, and although he liked to show off a bit, he was still much better than those slippery, cunning people.

Several classmates started asking Tang Ziliang questions, trying to get information out of him. They were all curious about his background.

Dr. Song clapped her hands to interrupt them and laughed, "Alright, alright, classmates, we can talk about it at the dinner. Tang Ziliang, you don't want to skip it, do you?"

The female PhD student, Song Jialing, was twenty-eight years old and had also obtained her undergraduate degree from Huazhong Agricultural University. In fact, she and Tang Ziliang were alumni. Tang Ziliang couldn't refuse her request, so he shrugged helplessly.

A dozen or so people introduced themselves on the street. The fat guy, surnamed Liu, was self-employed and reportedly owned a construction company. Several other classmates, more influential than him, were also present. The dark-skinned Da Sun was a contractor at an agricultural machinery factory. Another chubby guy, Xiao Qian, was a section chief in the enterprise bureau. The only female classmate, Sister Wang, was in her twenties and worked in a government office in Jiangcheng City; she was pursuing an MBA to enhance her educational qualifications.

When Tang Ziliang introduced himself, he said he was unemployed and was pursuing an MBA to find work in a big city like Shanghai. This made Song Jialing look at him with suspicion: "You seem to be living a carefree

life. Want your senior sister to help you find a few jobs?" Meanwhile, Old Su, who had just returned home, sat silently on the sofa, smoking. His wife carefully made him hot tea, not daring to say a word. Although Old Su was usually henpecked, rarely losing his temper, his wife was terrified when he was in a bad mood.

"Where's Qin'er?" After a long while, Old Su finally leaned back on the sofa, closed his eyes, and let out a sigh of relief.

"I don't know. That brat dared to kiss a boy outside, and Ma's wife secretly saw it!"

"Su Qin isn't young anymore. Do you think she's still a child? She's an adult. Dating isn't something shameful. The problem is how you should view it." Old Su patiently said, "Su Qin will graduate next year. Have Qin'er bring her boyfriend home in a few days."

"Okay, I'll personally oversee things. Keeping a close eye on girls is always beneficial." Su Qin's mother didn't know that the young man who was seen being intimate with her daughter outside by the neighbors was Deputy County Head Tang. If she knew, her attitude would definitely be different.

Chapter 058 Competing for Girls and Saving Face

Another weekend. Around 5 PM, it was already getting dark. The main streets of Dongyang were filled with bicycles. Passing a public phone booth, Fatty Liu made a call and returned laughing, saying, "My buddy's treating today, let's go to the Nightingale Dance Hall for a meal."

Da Sun, a rather conservative man, probably thought dance halls weren't places for respectable people and objected, "I have a wife and kids waiting for me at home, I'm not going."

Sister Wang chimed in, "I heard it's quite expensive there. Let's just fill our stomachs and find somewhere to eat." Xiao Qian was

a bit of a snob; he envied those who could afford to frequent high-end establishments, but unfortunately, he was just a low-ranking official with no real power, unable to make much money off them. Xiao Qian pouted and said, "Brother Liu invited us to go and see for ourselves, and you're not even grateful. If you won't go, Brother Liu and I will."

Fatty Liu chuckled a few times, "Big Sun, Sister Wang, rich people often go there to have fun. Besides, they have all kinds of snacks there, I guarantee you'll eat your fill." He then turned to Song Jialing for her opinion, "Dr. Song, what do you think?"

Song Jialing adjusted her glasses and smiled, "Then you'll have to spend money today. I've been wanting to go there for a while, but my salary isn't high enough, so I haven't been."

Fatty Liu smiled at Da Sun and Sister Wang, "Dr. Song, you think your salary is too low?"

From beginning to end, no one asked Tang Ziliang's opinion. Who could blame him when Tang Ziliang claimed to be unemployed? However, Tang Ziliang wasn't angry, because he was the behind-the-scenes boss of Nightingale.

Dongyang is only 100 kilometers from Jiangcheng. Fatty Liu has a car, and it only took an hour and a half to get there. Nightingale is now arguably the most famous nightclub in Dongyang and the surrounding area. Many car owners come here specifically to experience its sophisticated atmosphere.

Upon seeing the Nightingale's impressive decor, Fatty Liu gasped, "Damn, I never expected to find such a nice place in this backwater of Dongyang."

Xiao Qian flattered him, "Brother Liu, you're always busy making big money, of course you don't have time to enjoy yourself."

Fatty Liu chuckled, "You little rascal, but you're actually right,"

Tang Ziliang thought to himself. It seemed Fatty Liu really was a nouveau riche, not just all talk; he actually had some skills. The

group entered the Nightingale. A waitress subtly shook her head at Tang Ziliang, understanding his unspoken message, and didn't reveal his identity. She led Fatty Liu and Tang Ziliang to a spacious corner area. The large glass coffee table was surrounded by a long red sofa and several red armchairs, enough to seat about ten people.

Fatty Liu gestured for everyone to sit down, ordered beer and snacks, and specially ordered soup dumplings for Song Jialing and Sister Wang. These were a specialty of Dongyang, with crispy skin and meat sauce filling, enough to eat as a meal. Sister Wang unceremoniously ordered a beer, while Song Jialing was much more reserved, only ordering a can of Jianlibao (a popular Chinese sports drink).

The group chatted and laughed, mostly Fatty Liu bragging and rambling, with the others listening. Tang Ziliang didn't really chime in, eating and drinking alone. He was bored anyway, and listening to Fatty Liu's bragging was a bit of fun, but it got boring after a while.

Tang Ziliang also saw Guo Fang, who was chatting and laughing with the other guests. Guo Fang naturally saw him too, but seeing that the person next to him was unfamiliar, she didn't come over to greet him, only winking at Tang Ziliang.

A little while later, an eighteen or nineteen-year-old girl came looking for Fatty Liu. It turned out that Fatty Liu also had business in Dongyang, and this girl was his mistress. Her surname was Li, and she was quite decent-looking. As soon as she arrived, she snuggled up to Fatty Liu, acting all coquettish and sweet. Watching her cling to Fatty Liu's massive waist, whispering sweet nothings, Tang Ziliang felt a bit awkward about this beauty-and-beast pairing.

Da Sun and Sister Wang also disapproved of Fatty Liu's behavior, so they chatted amongst themselves, ignoring the situation. Xiao Qian, looking on with envy, told jokes to Li Xiaomi.

Tang Ziliang, feeling utterly bored, excused himself to go to the restroom. Just as he turned into the restroom corridor, he bumped into a soft, fragrant body. Looking up, he saw a shapely young woman opposite him—perky breasts, shapely buttocks, and a pretty face. She stared at him with wide eyes, suspecting that Tang Ziliang was trying to harass her.

When Tang Ziliang returned from the restroom, somewhat annoyed, he heard Fatty Liu talking animatedly, spitting as he spoke: "Look, I'm working on it. Our construction company isn't big, but we need to secure a few projects from the Dongyang County government, otherwise, making a living will be difficult."

Xiao Qian nodded enviously: "Brother Liu, you're too modest." Fatty Liu laughed heartily.

Tang Ziliang was taken aback. He could actually secure county government projects? Fatty Liu must have considerable influence in Dongyang County!

Tang Ziliang wasn't in a hurry to leave. He sat down and smiled, "Brother Liu, you have quite a bit of influence in Dongyang, don't you?"

Fatty Liu smiled mysteriously: "Of course. Without a big shot protecting me, I wouldn't be able to make a fortune."

"Who's that big shot?" Tang Ziliang seized the opportunity to ask.

Xiao Qian looked at Tang Ziliang with disdain: "Would Brother Liu brag like that? Besides, even if I told you who this big shot is, would you recognize him?"

Liu Pangzi's mistress, on the other hand, found Tang Ziliang quite pleasing to the eye. Hearing Xiao Qian's mockery of Tang Ziliang, she laughed and changed the subject: "Brother Tang, your clothes are made of such fine material! They must have cost a lot, right? I've never seen this brand before. You know, brand names don't necessarily mean good quality. Look at Brother Qian's jacket, it cost over eight hundred, but the material doesn't look as exquisite as yours."

Tang Ziliang's jacket was the latest Versace model, priced at over a thousand US dollars. It wasn't even available in mainland China yet. His mother had bought it for him when she was in the United States.

Tang Ziliang laughed and said, "I asked too many questions." Just as he was thinking about how to get some information out of Fatty Liu, he saw Fatty Liu's face gradually darken. Following his gaze, he saw a group of men and women at a table not far away, clinking glasses and laughing happily. Fatty Liu's fierce gaze was fixed on one of the young men, who had an extraordinary air about him. The man had a fair complexion, his hair was slicked back and shiny, and he was dressed in a suit and tie, looking quite impressive.

Fatty Liu snorted and slammed his beer mug on the table. "It's true what they say, enemies always meet! What's he doing here?"

Xiao Mi quickly asked, "Brother Liu, who is he?"

Fatty Liu huffed and cursed, "A pretty boy, a relative of Deputy Secretary Wei of the County Party Committee. Damn it, that Wei guy is a real scoundrel. He openly helped his nephew get a lot of county government projects, doesn't he care if the disciplinary committee invites him for tea?"

Tang Ziliang, upon hearing "Old Wei," took note and asked with a smile, "Did he offend you?"

Fatty Liu glared fiercely at Wei and said, "They say business rivals are enemies. This kid has cut off a lot of my money. Damn it, Old Wei was only promoted to Deputy Secretary of the Dongyang County Party Committee two months ago, and his nephew is already a bully, snatching away several projects I had previously agreed to."

Tang Ziliang understood. Cutting off someone's livelihood is worse than killing their parents. No wonder Fatty Liu hated him so much.

Fatty Liu suddenly chuckled coldly and whispered, "Don't let his current antics fool you. He might not be able to secure the county government project for the new urban area." He then lowered his voice mysteriously and said to the group, "You know what? Deputy County Head Chu, who's in charge of urban construction and transportation, doesn't get along with Old Wei. I heard that Deputy County Head Chu was the one who planned this new urban area project. Such a large municipal project naturally has the final say from Deputy County Head Chu's perspective. If he knew Old Wei's nephew also wanted the project, he probably wouldn't give it to him. I also heard that County Head Tang is the mastermind behind this, and that Deputy County Head Tang and Deputy County Head Chu have a good relationship. It would be great if we could meet Deputy County Head Tang here."

Tang Ziliang chuckled inwardly. He thought to himself that while rumors could be true or false, they spread incredibly fast. His friendship with Old Chu was merely due to offering some suggestions on the urban planning. He had earned Old Chu's praise for that, but the rumors had already spread so vividly among the people.

But then Fatty Liu whispered with a hint of schadenfreude, "Watch how I crush this kid this time. When I'm drinking with Deputy County Chief Chu tomorrow, I'll give him a piece of my mind."

Tang Ziliang was dumbfounded, but Xiao Qian, quick-witted, immediately understood the implication and laughed, "So, Brother Liu's backer is Deputy County Chief Chu."

Fatty Liu didn't admit it, waving his thick index finger with a mysterious expression: "Shh, keep your voice down. It won't look good if others find out."

Xiao Qian nodded knowingly: "Don't worry, Brother Liu..." " My mouth is pretty tight."

Song Jialing, Da Sun, and Sister Wang were really bored, so they got up to leave. Fatty Liu tried to persuade them to stay, but to no avail. He could only see them to the door and then, returning to Tang Ziliang and Xiao Qian, said, "Come on, let's have some fun! Xiao Tang, why don't you go up and sing a song with Chunyan?"

Before Fatty Liu finished speaking, his face darkened again. Tang Ziliang turned around and saw Xiao Wei staggering over. He had acted quite properly earlier, but the kid was a bit drunk; he really did have the air of a spoiled brat.

He swaggered over to Tang Ziliang's table, and without any hesitation, plopped down next to Fatty Liu, put his arm around Fatty Liu's shoulder, and laughed loudly, "Hey, isn't this Brother Liu? What? Bringing your honey here?" He glanced at Fatty Liu's honey and curled his lip, "Tsk tsk, she's alright looking, but her style is a bit rustic."

Fatty Liu shook off Xiao Wei's arm and frowned, "Hey Wei, I didn't invite you to sit here, did I?" He felt a surge of annoyance. He had originally brought his classmates to broaden their horizons and show off a bit, but he had to run into this Wei. His luck had been bad these past two months; several projects had been snatched away by Wei. Fatty Liu knew his connections weren't as strong as Wei's, so he had to tolerate it. Who knew this guy would come over and criticize his honey? Wasn't this deliberately slapping him in the face?

Xiao Wei chuckled, not at all offended by Fatty Liu's impolite address. He really had a thick skin.

"Brother Liu, I can't make as much money as you, but you're no match for me when it comes to picking up girls." He beckoned to the people at his table, and a flamboyant woman swayed over. Tang Ziliang glanced at her and sighed. He'd thought Wei Yanei had great taste; his woman wasn't even that prettier than Liu Pangzi's mistress. She was just more mature and knew how to dress up, with elaborate makeup. Without makeup, she was quite ordinary.

"Brother Liu, this is my girlfriend, Xiao Zhen. How about introducing me to your friend?" Wei Yanei's woman seemed to have seen her share of the world, greeting Liu Pangzi, Tang Ziliang, and Xiao Qian with a smile.

Listening to these two rich guys enthusiastically competing for girls, Tang Ziliang felt a little bored. He stretched, only to see Guo Fang coming down from the second floor with a girl beside her, the two talking intimately.

Looking closer, Tang Ziliang realized, "Hey, isn't that the girl I bumped into outside the restroom?" Tang Ziliang couldn't help but chuckle. Guo Fang truly had countless girlfriends; she could befriend any woman.

"Hey, you two, what do you do?" the man surnamed Wei asked Tang Ziliang and Xiao Qian with a smile. Xiao Qian quietly explained his job.

Wei, the young master, said a few sarcastic words to Xiao Qian, secretly pleased with himself. *Liu Fatty, I'm going to crush your friends and embarrass you. Your friends are this lowly, what makes you think you can compete with me?*

Xiao Qian was annoyed by Wei's sarcasm, but hearing that this young master was Secretary Wei's nephew, he dared not offend him and remained submissive. Liu Fatty, not expecting this kid to be so spineless, showed anger on his face.

When the man surnamed Wei learned that Tang Ziliang was just an unemployed bum, he laughed and said, "Brother Liu, hanging out with an unemployed bum is really beneath you, isn't it?"

Tang Ziliang's heart sank. This young master really had an arrogant attitude towards everyone in Dongyang. Just as Tang Ziliang was about to leave, Guo Fang, accompanied by several female companions, walked towards them.

"Which blind fool dares to call our County Chief Tang an unemployed bum?"

Chapter 59 Backdoor, Relying on His Wife.

Tang Ziliang turned around and saw Guo Fang walking over, flanked by two girls, both in their early twenties. One was pretty and cute, the other lively and innocent. The pretty girl with a round face wore a red sweater, a blue denim skirt, and black cotton tights, while the innocent girl with an oval face wore a light white suit. Pointing at Tang Ziliang, she said, "This is County Chief Tang. What do you think, handsome or not?"

The two girls cheered and sat down on either side of Tang Ziliang. Tang Ziliang was stunned, but then the guy with the afro introduced them to him, pointing to the cute girl with the round face, "County Chief Tang, they are all your admirers. The one with the round face is called Wang Yan." He then pointed to the innocent girl, "Her name is Zhao Weiwei."

Fatty Liu, Wei Yanei, and Xiao Qian all stared dumbfounded, watching the two pretty girls seemingly vying for Tang Ziliang's favor, their minds filled with confusion. Could this kid really be some kind of deputy county chief?

Tang Ziliang then said, "You two, sit down over there, sit properly!" Although no one recognized him, he was afraid of running into someone with ulterior motives. Drinking and chatting with people was fine, but being embraced by two young girls on either side was inappropriate, especially since these two girls weren't his friends; they were probably just street hustlers. It wouldn't look good if word got out.

The two girls sat obediently. They had just arrived at Nightingale to apply for a waitress position. Guo Fang had already told them about Liangzi's identity, and seeing that Deputy County Chief Tang was young and handsome, they both wanted to get close to him.

Even if they couldn't be Liangzi's official girlfriend, being a backup would be good too. If they could get Liangzi into bed, that would be much better than being a waitress.

Tang Ziliang thought the two girls weren't bad, just prone to daydreaming. Wei Yanei, however, couldn't sit still. He glared at Tang Ziliang and said, "Hey, are you really Deputy County Chief Tang? Do you even know who the director of the Cultural Bureau is?"

Ordinary people might not know who the director of the Cultural Bureau is. Wei Yanei clearly didn't believe Tang Ziliang's identity. Tang Ziliang disdained to answer, which made Wei Yanei even less convinced that Tang Ziliang was a deputy county magistrate.

The two girls were afraid of Liangzi, but not of Wei Yanei. Hearing that Wei Yanei doubted that their Prince Charming was a fraud, they immediately flew into a rage. One yelled, "Are you blind? Get lost!" The other yelled, "If you ask County Magistrate Liangzi such an idiotic question again, I'll castrate you!"

Xiao Zhen stood up and yelled, "You two little sluts..." Before she could finish, Wang Yan grabbed her hair, and Zhao Weiwei slapped her twice across the face.

The commotion brought the security guards to the scene, who pulled them apart. Xiao Zhen cried and covered her swollen face, her hair disheveled. Wei Yanei, who had never suffered such a loss in Dongyang, was furious and wanted to hit Wang Yan and Zhao Weiwei, but Liu Pangzi held him back tightly.

Upon seeing Guo Fang, Wei Yanei pointed at the two girls and shouted, "Manager Guo, call the police and have them arrested!"

Guo Fang frowned and walked up to Wei Yanei. "He's Deputy County Chief Tang. You're just a little thug, relying on your uncle's power to act tough in front of him. What do you think your uncle will do if he finds out?"

Wei Yanei's expression changed, and his gaze towards Wang Yan and Zhao Weiwei softened. Guo Fang then smiled and said to Zhao Weiwei and Wang Yan, "Go on, you two. Come to work tomorrow."

Zhao Weiwei and Wang Yan giggled as they squeezed through the crowd. When they reached Tang Ziliang, they whispered together, "Brother Liang, we'll treat you to tea later." Tang Ziliang nodded with a wry smile, and the two girls happily ran away.

After the farce, Liu Pangzi, Wei Yanei, and Xiao Qian's attitude towards Tang Ziliang changed drastically. After the group finished another bottle of beer, Tang Ziliang accepted Liu Pangzi's and Wei Yanei's business cards, got up to say goodbye, and walked out of the Nightingale Dance Hall. He looked at Wei Yanei's business card a few times, and a smile gradually appeared on his lips.

That evening, Tang Ziliang returned home from work to find Qian'er sitting on the living room sofa, pouting, with tear stains on her face. Xu Yanyun stood angrily in front of Qian'er, her sweater sleeves rolled up to her elbows, revealing her fair arms, and was raising her arm to slap Qian'er. Tang Ziliang said in a deep voice, "Sister Yanyun, what are you doing? Don't hit Qian'er."

Xu Yanyun lowered her arm sheepishly, but said somewhat unwillingly, "Liangzi, you don't know how naughty this child is. She got into a fight with a classmate today, and that child's parents are coming tonight to demand an explanation."

Hearing that Qian'er had gotten into a fight with a classmate on her first day, Tang Ziliang laughed, walked over and sat down next to Qian'er, and asked, "Who bullied our Qian'er? Tell your godfather, and I'll spank him."

Qian'er pouted and sulked, ignoring Tang Ziliang. Tang Ziliang found it amusing and couldn't help but pinch her little face, laughing, "Little rascal, don't sulk." Qian'er angrily turned her head away, giving him the back of her head.

Just as he was about to ask her again, the doorbell rang. Xu Yanyun panicked and dragged the reluctant Qian'er into the inner room. Tang Ziliang thought to himself that it was probably someone's parents coming to demand an explanation, so there was nothing to be afraid of. He smiled at Xu Yanyun and said, "Don't panic, it's probably someone we know. Open the door."

Xu Yanyun opened the door, and there was a man and a woman outside. The man had a square face and looked very energetic, a middle-aged man. The woman wore glasses and looked very refined; she was about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old.

Seeing Xu Yanyun, the middle-aged man paused in surprise, then asked, "Are you Ms. Xu Yanyun?"

Xu Yanyun, looking at the man and woman, guessed they were there to settle scores with her daughter, and quickly smiled obsequiously, "Yes, I am. Are you Han Beibei's parents?" Seeing them nod, Xu Yanyun's attitude became even more humble, "Please come in and talk."

Tang Ziliang was also stunned when he saw the man and woman enter. He recognized the woman; it was Dr. Song Jialing, his teacher at the MBA short-term training course.

Song Jialing had come to Xu Yanyun today to argue about her daughter. Her daughter was Han Beibei, the little girl who had fought with Qian'er in kindergarten earlier that day.

As for the man, he was her husband, Han Ping. He was the youngest son of Director Han of the Cultural Bureau, and had seen Tang Ziliang before. Seeing Tang Ziliang there, he was stunned: Could it be that Deputy County Head Tang's daughter had hit my Beibei?

Han Ping had originally said he came to see Xu Yanyun and Xu Xiaoqian's mother. The woman doing the accounting, seeing Deputy County Chief Tang there, dared not act recklessly.

Song Jialing was already surprised enough to see Tang Ziliang, but hearing her husband repeatedly address him as "County Chief Tang," she was even more astonished. How could he be Deputy County Chief Tang from this county? But seeing that Tang Ziliang didn't say he knew her, she could only pretend to be confused.

Tang Ziliang smiled and invited Han Ping and Song Jialing into the living room. After sitting on the sofa, Xu Yanyun, quick-witted, brewed a strong cup of tea for Minister Li, but served Song Jialing a glass of juice, figuring few women liked tea.

When the tea was served, Han Ping and Song Jialing both stood up to accept it. Han Ping politely said, "Thank you," but didn't know how to address Xu Yanyun. Tang Ziliang smiled and said, "She's my cousin, and I'm Qian'er's cousin-in-law. If Qian'er bullies your daughter, I apologize to you."

Han Ping dared not let Liangzi apologize to him. Instead, he kept apologizing to Xu Yanyun. This made Tang Ziliang and Xu Yanyun a little embarrassed.

Xu Yanyun was confused, but she wasn't stupid; she knew that Han Ping apologized to her because he thought she was really County Chief Tang's cousin.

Tang Ziliang had also pointed out that he and Song Jialing were alumni. This made Han Ping even happier.

After a few polite words, Han Ping tentatively said, "County Chief Tang, I heard that Dongyang High School is recruiting a batch of new teachers after May Day. I submitted two applications, but both were rejected. I was among the first batch of college graduates after the resumption of the college entrance examination system in our county, and later I completed undergraduate courses through self-study. I can say that my qualifications are absolutely not a problem. I think I am fully capable of being a Chinese teacher at Dongyang High School... County Chief Tang, since you and Jialing are alumni, could you do me a favor?"

Xu Yanyun sat there peeling oranges and apples, listening intently to their conversation. Hearing this, she realized that Han Ping was trying to get in through Tang Ziliang's connections.

Tang Ziliang chuckled, "Han Ping, you seem a bit resentful. That's not the attitude for a teacher. Teachers need to be more conscientious and have a firm stance. You can't just complain and blame others because you didn't get the job."

Han Ping then realized his abruptness. The young man in front of him was not only his wife's student and university classmate, but also a deputy county head. He couldn't afford to be presumptuous. Han Ping nervously fidgeted, unsure of what to do, looking somewhat embarrassed.

Tang Ziliang took a few sips of tea, placed the teacup on the table, and softened his tone, "I don't know about this matter, but I can ask around for you. After all, Dr. Song is also my classmate. As long as it's not a matter of principle, I'll definitely help if I can."

Han Ping smiled inwardly. County Head Tang was really giving his wife face. He had originally intended to use this opportunity to get closer to Tang Ziliang, and also to test whether Tang Ziliang would take his wife, his university classmate, seriously. The answer he received today was somewhat hopeful.

After seeing them off, Xu Yanyun returned home smugly. Han Ping introduced himself at the door as the youngest son of the director of the Cultural Bureau, and even slipped Xu Yanyun a 500 yuan red envelope, asking her to put in a good word for him with Deputy County Magistrate Tang.

Xu Yanyun felt a little smug; she hadn't expected the director's youngest son to be so polite to her, practically begging her for a red envelope. Hmph, those gossipy women back in Hongqi Township always looked down on her. Now, Xu Yanyun felt that being with Tang Ziliang was the only way she could live like a human being.

After Han Ping and Song Jialing returned home, they slept in separate rooms. Song Jialing had only married Han Ping to pay off her family's debts; now she had a doctorate, while Han Ping was only a college graduate with no proper job. Song Jialing had long since wanted to end up with him.

But since they were both intellectuals, they still had to maintain a facade of marital harmony for outsiders. As soon as he got home, Han Ping said to Song Jialing, "Song Jialing, if you can help me get transferred to Dongyang High School, I'll grant your wish to divorce me. You also want custody of Beibei, and I can grant that too." Although Han Ping's father was the director of the Cultural Bureau, Old Han was an upright man who never abused his power for personal gain.

Now, Han Ping was pinning his hopes for a transfer on his wife.

"Are you serious? If I help you get a transfer, you'll sign the divorce papers? And give my daughter back to me?" Song Jialing was somewhat tempted.

Han Ping swore that as long as Song Jialing could help him deal with Tang Ziliang and get his transfer sorted out, he would fulfill all of Song Jialing's demands.

So, Song Jialing didn't sleep all night, lying in bed, thinking about how to deal with Tang Ziliang.

Meanwhile, Xu Yanyun was in a great mood and felt especially grateful to Tang Ziliang. She walked over to him eagerly, giving him a flirtatious look: "Liangzi, are you hungry? How about I cook you some late-night snack?"

Tang Ziliang smiled: "Let's go see Qian'er instead, and ask her why she fought with Han Beibei. Don't blame her too much; I think Qian'er is a good girl."

Chapter 060 Fucking the Seductive Female PhD

Liangzi and Xu Yanyun went to see Qian'er, only to find out why Qian'er had fought with Han Beibei. This morning, when Qian'er went to kindergarten, Han Beibei immediately started scolding her, saying, "Xu Xiaoqian, you only have a mom, no dad, you're a wild child, all dirty, bullied, and nobody cares about you."

Qian'er hated it most when people said she didn't have a father, and her face turned red with anger. She went over and shouted, "You're the dirty one! I, I take a bath every day! I have a godfather! My godfather is so handsome and capable!" Qian'er was lively and cute, and the little boys all liked to hang out with her, but the girls were all jealous of her, and Han Beibei was the most obvious one.

Xu Yanyun had just been scolding Qian'er, but after hearing Qian'er's words, she suddenly paused. Wasn't this discrimination against our Qian'er for not having a father?

Looking at Qian'er's tearful eyes, Xu Yanyun felt a pang of sadness. So her daughter was being discriminated against at kindergarten. Of course, even adults would feel bad hearing such things, let alone little Qian'er.

Xu Yanyun gently pulled Qian'er into her arms and whispered, "Mommy shouldn't have hit you, Mommy was wrong." Qian'er burst into tears, and Xu Yanyun held her tightly for a long time.

Tang Ziliang felt a pang of sadness. He now realized how bleak his girlfriend's childhood had been in his past life. It was a pity that he could provide Qian'er with a comfortable life, but he couldn't give her true fatherly love.

That evening, while Xu Yanyun was cooking, she received a call from Tang Ziliang saying he wouldn't be coming home for dinner. Xu Yanyun looked at the bright red crayfish and felt a pang of disappointment.

The little incident with Qian'er's fight had subsided several days ago. Qian'er said Han Beibei had already apologized to her. How much self-confidence could a child have? She figured a few words of criticism from her father would make her obedient. Hearing Qian'er vividly describe her playing with Han Beibei, Xu Yanyun couldn't help but laugh. Children's world shouldn't be understood through adult eyes.

Besides, Xu Yanyun had already returned to work. Tang Ziliang had arranged the job for her. Xu Yanyun was very satisfied with working as the head of the reception room at Zhang Lanxin's newly opened garment factory. The job was easy, the salary was high, and it was a respectable job. She was even more grateful to Tang Ziliang.

With a sizzling sound, the bright red prawns danced happily in the oil. Xu Yanyun patiently flipped them with a small spatula. The aroma wafting from the pan attracted Qian'er, who secretly peeked into the kitchen, biting a finger while staring at the prawns. Xu Yanyun glanced back and saw her, scolding, "Go, go, go do your homework! Look at you, so greedy! No wonder your godfather dislikes you and won't come back to eat with you!"

Qian'er returned to the living room, feeling wronged, but in her heart, she wondered, "Does godfather really dislike my gluttony? "

After the mother and daughter finished eating, Xu Yanyun cleaned up the dishes, sent Qian'er to her bedroom to study, and then lay on the sofa watching TV as usual. Occasionally, she would see her own languid and charming reflection in the mirror of the cabinet. Xu Yanyun felt that her skin seemed to be getting better and better, her figure was becoming more and more stunning, and her complexion was becoming more and more radiant. In short, Xu Yanyun was increasingly enjoying her current life and gradually developed a certain dependence on Tang Ziliang.

The doorbell rang. Xu Yanyun, slipping on her slippers, went to open the door, only to freeze in shock. Outside stood a man and a woman, the man quite refined. Dressed in a suit, Xu Yanyun recognized both of them: Han Ping and Song Jialing.

Seeing Han Ping's ingratiating smile, Xu Yanyun already knew what was going on. This spineless coward, probably here to talk to Liangzi about his transfer again.

Xu Yanyun puffed out her chest, haughtily declaring, "You're looking for my cousin?" Tang Ziliang had already mentioned that Xu Yanyun was his distant cousin, so Xu Yanyun confidently used his status as a shield.

Han Ping, dazzled by Xu Yanyun's ample bosom, quickly averted his gaze and smiled, "We've come to see County Magistrate Tang. Miss Xu, you seem to have a bad memory; we met last time."

Seeing Han Ping so humble, Xu Yanyun felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction. With an affected air, she said, "Vice County Head Tang isn't home. Please come back another day."

Han Ping was in a great hurry and quickly said, "No, please. Could you let us go in and wait for him for a while? You see, it wasn't easy for us to come all this way."

Xu Yanyun frowned and didn't speak. Han Beibei's mother had no choice but to plead, "Sister, please let us wait for Vice County Head Tang."

Only then did Xu Yanyun put on a smiling face, stepping aside and saying, "Come in, come in. Sister Song, you've had a tough time too."

Han Ping and Song Jialing went inside, and Xu Yanyun, as usual, made them tea and drinks. She was also quite bored, so she chatted with them. When Xu Yanyun introduced herself, she said that she was Vice County Head Tang's distant cousin, and that she and her daughter were temporarily staying with her cousin. Tang Ziliang often came to visit them.

Xu Yanyun immediately laughed and said, "I mentioned the matter you asked me to last time to Liangzi. Why are you in such a hurry? It's only been a few days."

Han Ping was startled. If Xu Yanyun's words reached Deputy County Chief Tang's ears, the matter would be ruined. He quickly smiled and said, "I was a little anxious. I'm really sorry."

Xu Yanyun was just saying it casually. Seeing Han Ping's face change drastically and his hurried explanation, she couldn't help but chuckle. She thought to herself that Han Ping was really interesting. Before, not to mention the director's son, even the leaders of Hongqi Township seemed very important and unapproachable to her. But now, this young master of the Cultural Bureau seemed no different from a clown.

However, Xu Yanyun knew that if it weren't for Tang Ziliang's influence, he wouldn't have shown her even a hint of a smile.

Regardless, Xu Yanyun's vanity was greatly satisfied, and Dr. Song began to flatter her, holding her hand and exclaiming, "Little sister, let's go shopping together sometime. I'll help you find some new clothes; I guarantee you'll look even more beautiful."

Han Ping kept glancing at his watch, feeling impatient and anxious. He wondered how Deputy County Head Tang would respond. He had come because the recruitment for Dongyang High School was almost over, and if he didn't pull some strings, his transfer would be impossible.

But Han Ping didn't despair. In both officialdom and the workplace, anything was possible until the very last moment; the key was maneuvering. Han Ping spent two days lobbying and finally visited Deputy County Head Tang again.

Fortunately, the wait for Han Ping and his wife wasn't long. Before nine o'clock, Tang Ziliang, accompanied by Ma Hailong, entered the house. Seeing guests, Ma Hailong made a few jokes and left, of course, not forgetting to collect two small panda cubs, which left Han Ping dazed.

Tang Ziliang sat down on the sofa, took the black tea Xu Yanyun offered, took a sip, and sighed, "I've inquired about your matter. Principal Yan of No. 1 Middle School said your teaching qualifications aren't up to par." Han Ping graduated from a junior college, not the kind of diploma you bought with money. At the time, he was considered an intellectual, but his teaching performance wasn't good. In Principal Yan's words, Han Ping was the kind of teacher who had the ability but couldn't teach his students well.

Han Ping was very anxious, not knowing what to do, and kept giving his wife a meaningful look. Song Jialing smiled charmingly, "Liangzi, I'd like to invite Principal Yan to dinner tomorrow. Can you come with me?"

"Sure, I'll give you face. How about 5 pm tomorrow? Old Yan and I are both free then." Tang Ziliang couldn't refuse Song Jialing's request, so he readily agreed.

Han Ping was overjoyed. Although Tang Ziliang hadn't explicitly said he would help, he figured the deputy county head Tang had a good idea. With Song Jialing personally handling things, she should be able to get Tang Ziliang on her side. Getting Tang, the deputy county head in charge of science, education, culture, and health, on her side is

practically the same as getting Principal Yan of Dongyang High School on her side. As for gifts, they all know that Deputy County Head Tang is wealthy and wouldn't care about a thousand yuan. If they tried to bribe him, it would only backfire. After

pondering this for a while, Han Ping smiled and said goodbye. As Xu Yanyun saw them to the door, Han Ping had a sudden idea. He secretly took out a red envelope and slipped it to Xu Yanyun, saying, "Miss Xu, please take care of me in the future."

The five hundred yuan he gave last time was a bit too little; this time, Han Ping generously gave a thousand. Yan Yun was startled and instinctively pushed the red envelope away, frowning, "What are you doing?"

Song Jialing couldn't help but complain that Han Ping was too hasty, didn't even know how to give money properly, and was too blatant. She smoothed things over, saying, "Don't mind him, sister. He thinks everyone likes money as much as he does."

She smiled and whispered in Xu Yan Yun's ear, "I'll come to see you tomorrow morning, and we can have a good talk." She added, "I'll have to ask you to put in a good word for me with County Chief Tang regarding my husband's matter."

Xu Yan Yun was stunned. Now she finally understood why there were such corrupt officials in the world. However, he dared not accept the money and handed it over directly to Tang Ziliang.

"Keep it," Liangzi smiled, "Buy yourself and Qian'er some new clothes, but don't do it again." Tang Ziliang had already decided to help, so accepting a little money from Han Ping wasn't a big deal. One thousand yuan was far from the standard for embezzlement and bribery.

In a private room on the third floor of the Dongyang Grand Hotel, Han Ping paced anxiously. He kept peeking through the window, but the car he was expecting, belonging to Deputy County Magistrate Tang, was nowhere to be seen.

Song Jialing was dressed particularly seductively today, her meticulously applied makeup making her even more beautiful than usual. She wore a black miniskirt, revealing her snow-white legs, and a yellow bra tightly hugged her breasts. The white bra straps on her shoulders peeked out with her movements, exuding a primal allure.

Song Jialing, however, was in a bad mood. She never dreamed that Han Ping would make such a request of her: to accompany Tang Ziliang to dinner and drinks, to please him, and ideally, to sleep with him.

Song Jialing refused. For the first time, she was brutally beaten by Han Ping. He threatened that if she didn't agree, her whole family would suffer, and he wouldn't divorce her or give her custody of their daughter. Thinking of the shady characters Han Ping knew, Song Jialing felt a chill in her heart. She tearfully agreed, considering it a bite from a dog.

Seeing the tear stains on Song Jialing's eyes, Han Ping felt a pang of sadness. What man would want someone else to sleep with his woman? Even if he no longer loved Song Jialing, they were still married.

But Han Ping was truly at his wit's end. Since Deputy County Chief Tang didn't like money, the only way to sway him was with a woman. His wife, though having given birth, had recovered her figure remarkably well and was quite a beauty. A PhD in Economics and Management, she exuded an alluring intellectual charm. He simply couldn't believe Tang Ziliang would be a man of principle.

Finally, Tang Ziliang's car arrived. Han Ping looked at Song Jialing and frowned again: "Damn it, cheer up! Let me tell you, Song Jialing, if things don't go smoothly, see how I deal with you!"

The waiters served dishes in a continuous stream. Looking at the woman beside him, dressed provocatively and behaving somewhat licentiously, and noticing that Lao Yan hadn't arrived, Tang Ziliang frowned. He vaguely guessed Han Ping and Song Jialing's plan.

Tang Ziliang immediately flew into a rage, ordering Song Jialing to call Han Ping. After understanding the whole story, Tang Ziliang gave Han Ping a thorough dressing-down. [The second version is different]

A few days later, Tang Ziliang spoke to Principal Yan on Han Ping's behalf, and Han Ping's transfer issue was resolved. Song Jialing also successfully divorced and gained custody of her daughter.

To thank Tang Ziliang, Song Jialing treated him to dinner at a small hotel. Song Jialing was wearing a women's silk embroidered long-sleeved blouse, low-waisted jeans, and stylish high heels, which looked exceptionally charming on her.

She usually held her slightly wavy hair up with a hair clip, but now it was draped over her shoulders, and she wore light makeup, making her look even more radiant than usual.

Tang Ziliang had also cut his hair short, sporting a neat, choppy style, and was also wearing a shirt and jeans. After ordering a bottle of red wine and some snacks, the two began chatting.

A while later, the first dance party started, and Tang Ziliang was pulled onto the dance floor by Song Jialing. Tang Ziliang initially felt a little awkward, standing there somewhat reservedly with Song Jialing, his head bowed, swaying slightly with the vibrations of the springy floor.

Song Jialing, on the other hand, was bold and unrestrained, constantly twisting her waist and swaying her hips, her head bobbing like a rattle. After dancing for a while, Tang Ziliang loosened up, embracing Song Jialing's still slender waist, without an ounce of excess fat, whispering a few words in her ear before swaying back and forth with her.

Song Jialing, seemingly shy, buried her head in Tang Ziliang's chest, placing her hands on his shoulders, dancing and thanking him for freeing her from her miserable marriage as he swayed from side to side.

The dazzling lights of the disco shone on them, making them appear radiant. Coupled with the energetic music and the DJ's high-pitched vocals, the atmosphere was one of overflowing passion and wild dancing.

Song Jialing, too, was stirred by the atmosphere of the dance floor and gradually became even wilder. She harbored a strong urge to release her pent-up desire.

She tossed her slightly curly long hair back and forth; seeing this, Tang Ziliang slowly moved behind her, his arms around her slender waist, his lower body pressed tightly against Song Jialing's plump buttocks.

Actually, Tang Ziliang was also somewhat attracted to Song Jialing. He hadn't touched her before because he was afraid of getting into trouble. Now that she was a single, divorced woman, Tang Ziliang had nothing to fear regarding the negative impact. Especially in the ambiguous environment of the dance hall, it only fueled Tang Ziliang's lust.

Song Jialing also wrapped her arms around Tang Ziliang's neck. The two swayed back and forth like conjoined twins. After dancing for about half an hour, they came down from the dance floor and headed straight for the entrance.

"I'm not going home tonight, can you stay with me?" Song Jialing's face held a seductive glint; this was a very obvious sexual innuendo.

Tang Ziliang replied, "That would be wonderful."

His eyes gleamed. The urge ignited by their intimate dance had solidified into a burning desire. This burning desire was unbearable, and now he wanted to vent it through Song Jialing's intimate opening.

After they opened up, Song Jialing turned off the lights, and the two got into bed, ready for a passionate encounter.

They stripped off their clothes, stockings, underwear, and bras, and entwined themselves in the blankets. As Tang Ziliang stroked her warm, smooth body, he said, "Song Jialing, I can tell you're a repressed horny woman the moment I see you. I wouldn't have helped that spineless Haiping if it weren't for wanting you."

Song Jialing kissed the man's nipple and said, "Don't mention him. From now on, you're my man. If you want me, I'll be your woman. I'll serve you well and make you happy. You'll have to put in some effort too, so I can have some pleasure as well."

Tang Ziliang replied, "Just don't beg for mercy later."

Song Jialing panted, "Liangzi, lie down first, let me do it."

Tang Ziliang couldn't have been happier. He lay down, and Song Jialing pulled off the blanket and knelt between Tang Ziliang's legs. She grasped his penis with both hands, feeling its hardness and magnificence. That thing had long since become a terrifying iron rod, ready to penetrate its desired place at any moment.

Song Jialing grabbed, stroked, pushed, and pressed, playing with Tang Ziliang's penis to her heart's content. Thinking of this thing, which would soon bring her repeated pleasure, Song Jialing was in a daze, her juices flowing freely. She desperately wanted Tang Ziliang to fuck her.

Tang Ziliang was enjoying himself so much that his breathing became heavier. He said, "Song Jialing, if you like it, hurry up and lick it with your tongue. I especially love the feeling of being licked by an intelligent beauty like you."

What was there to be shy about in front of the man she liked? Song Jialing no longer hesitated, so she gripped the rod with both hands, stuck out her fragrant tongue, and gently swept it over the glans, making Tang Ziliang cry out in pleasure.

Song Jialing licked it a couple more times and asked, "Liangzi, is it comfortable?"

Tang Ziliang praised with heavy breathing, "It's so comfortable, Jialing, I feel like I'm flying."

Seeing that he was happy, Song Jialing licked, sucked, and kissed it vigorously, making the flesh squelch loudly, not even sparing the two testicles. Liangzi's thing grew bigger and bigger, almost as if it were alive, throbbing and filling Song Jialing's little mouth completely.

Tang Ziliang trembled with pleasure. He sat up, reaching out to play with Song Jialing's breasts, squeezing and kneading them, making Song Jialing moan. This firm, smooth beauty was truly irresistible to him; he wished he could crush it to perfection.

Song Jialing had no idea what the man was thinking. She just focused on eating her breasts, licking them clean, until they were fully erect and swollen. Song Jialing said, "Liangzi, do you want more?"

Tang Ziliang ordered, "Song Jialing, turn your butt over, I want to lick your peach blossom cave too."

Song Jialing was particularly touched because her husband rarely licked her little plump hole; she hadn't expected Tang Ziliang to not mind that she was dirty.

Song Jialing obediently engaged in a nine-six position with the man, kissing each other's genitals. Song Jialing's plump, white buttocks were right in front of Tang Ziliang. He could already smell the pungent, sensual scent of a mature woman, a scent that, far from being repulsive, actually aroused his desire.

Tang Ziliang's hands slid across Song Jialing's buttocks, caressing and enjoying their flesh and elasticity. To be honest, a woman who has given birth usually has a fuller, more fleshy bottom. But Song Jialing's buttocks were still so round, smooth, and white. Touching Song Jialing's buttocks, Tang Ziliang was instantly captivated.

This seductive female PhD's buttocks were truly alluring. That plumpness, that roundness, that fullness—it all made his mouth water. Tang Ziliang greedily touched Song Jialing, indulging his urges, and then reached down to kiss her vulva. Song Jialing's tender, plump vulva, touched by the man's tongue, let out a few beautiful moans.

Tang Ziliang reminded her, "Song Jialing, you're moaning so wildly."

Song Jialing hummed, "I don't care, I don't care, I feel so good."

To repay the man's affection, Song Jialing lowered her head and began to eat Nanbangguo again, making full use of her tongue, so good that Tang Ziliang almost ejaculated into her mouth.

Tang Ziliang wasted no more time, letting Song Jialing mount him. Song Jialing was overjoyed, turning around and straddling the man, slowly swallowing Nan Bangguo into her overflowing, wet vagina. When Nan Bangguo fully reached her G-spot, Song Jialing let out a long breath; the itching in her vagina seemed to lessen considerably.

Song Jialing gently twisted her pinkish-white buttocks, feeling Nan Bangguo's thrusts inside her. Tang Ziliang's hands weren't idle; one breast in each hand, he vigorously rubbed them, treating these beauties as his favorite toys. He sucked and bit the bright red nipples.

Song Jialing became even more wanton, the pleasure in her breasts and vagina sending waves of electric shock through her, making her cry out, "Liangzi, you're so amazing! You're fucking me to death!"

Tang Ziliang smugly cooperated, saying, "Don't die so quickly, I want to fuck you a little longer."

With that, he thrust his lower body forward, making Nan Bangguo rhythmically pound against the woman's wet vagina. Because of the considerable amount of vaginal fluid, the point of contact between their genitals made a squelching sound, making Song Jialing both ashamed and delighted. Instead of reducing her moans, she tightened her legs, her plump vagina clenching as if trying to snap Tang Ziliang's penis in two.

Soon, Song Jialing grew tired and collapsed onto Tang Ziliang. Tang Ziliang laughed, "Can't take it anymore? Watch me."

He gripped Song Jialing's buttocks with both hands, then thrust his penis wildly into the seductive female PhD's plump vagina, making Song Jialing moan incessantly. To express her love for Tang Ziliang, Song Jialing turned her head, hooked her arms around his neck, kissed his face, and then offered her her tongue. While kissing Song Jialing's upper mouth, Tang Ziliang powerfully thrust into her even tighter lower mouth.

Tang Ziliang felt this position didn't fully express his masculinity, so he grabbed Song Jialing's pink and white breasts, pressed her down, and thrust his hips, making loud, rhythmic noises. The sounds of her wetness and the slapping of his firm abdomen against her buttocks filled the air.

With each thrust, Liangzi's glans struck the seductive female PhD's delicate clitoris, eliciting moans, cheers, and wild cries from Song Jialing, a symphony of sounds that boldly expressed her feelings.

Tang Ziliang, his hands gripping the PhD's breasts, asked as he continued, "PhD Song Jialing, am I fucking you well?"

Song Jialing hummed, "Yes, yes, so good! Fuck me to death!" She wrapped her arms around the man's hairy thighs, twisting her hips in rhythm.

Tang Ziliang thrust vigorously, each stroke seeming to tear apart the seductive female PhD's uterus. After probably hundreds of thrusts, Song Jialing couldn't take it anymore. Her breathing became heavier, and her cries grew louder: "Liangzi, faster, I'm going to die."

Tang Ziliang flipped her over, hoisted her legs onto his shoulders, and thrust with all his might, asking, "Dr. Song Jialing, do you like being fucked by me?"

Song Jialing cried out, "Yes, yes, I really want you to fuck me for the rest of my life." Then she was overwhelmed by Liangzi's scalding semen and passed out like a fish.

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