[Urban] A Romantic Transformation (Complete) - 19

Chapter 097 Brutally Sexing Pop Diva Na Ying [Part 1]

"I...I'm fine. Your dad's still waiting for me at home. I'll go now." Having just been thoroughly violated by her daughter's boyfriend, and now facing her daughter's concern, Han Fen, as a mother, felt incredibly guilty.

Tang Ziliang only remembered that Su Qin had gone out partying last night after she woke him up. Last night, he had slept with her mother. He felt quite bold at the time, but afterwards felt very sorry for Su Qin. Sometimes men are quite contradictory.

"Liangzi, why are you here?" Su Qin was delivering newspapers for the first time. If she had known Liangzi would come last night, she wouldn't have gone out partying with her classmates.

"From now on, when no one's around, just call me husband." Tang Ziliang felt a surge of excitement. He pulled Su Qin into his arms, pressing his lips to her pink-lipped lips, and began greedily sucking on the beauty's sweet saliva.

Unconsciously, Su Qin's tongue slipped into Tang Ziliang's mouth, their tongues intertwining like lovers in the throes of passion, swallowing each other's saliva. Su Qin wrapped her arms around Tang Ziliang's neck, letting out a muffled nasal sound. Tang Ziliang, on the other hand, had his left arm around the beauty's shoulder, while his right hand had slipped under her short skirt, caressing her fair thighs.

Su Qin was wearing a thong, and her round buttocks were directly under Tang Ziliang's clutches. A housewife in her thirties in the opposite building saw the two's intimate behavior and shook her head slightly, thinking, "These young people are so open, doing this in broad daylight without drawing the curtains." The two kissed for a full three minutes before Tang Ziliang released Su Qin's tongue.

Su Qin closed her eyes, her small mouth open, breathing heavily, her two soft breasts rising and falling with each breath. Tang Ziliang glanced at his female neighbor across the street, smiled, first drawing the curtains, then pulling Su Qin up, embracing her soft body, and pinning her against the door. He gently bit her delicate earlobe, even probing her ear with his tongue. He spread Su Qin's legs with his left foot, raising his left knee to rub against her tender mons pubis. His right hand pulled up her tank top, pushed aside her bra, and began gently kneading her well-proportioned, elastic left breast, lightly scratching her nipple with his fingernail until it stood erect like a small cherry.

Su Qin frowned, her expression one of unbearable discomfort, her small mouth slightly open, emitting soft "mmm" sounds. Tang Ziliang lowered his head, licking Su Qin's snow-white neck, then moved to her right breast, kissing it, sucking on the nipple, and swirling his tongue around the pale pink areola. Two fingers of his left hand entered the girl's mouth, stirring her tender tongue. In her dazed state, Su Qin unconsciously began sucking on Tang Ziliang's fingers.

At this moment, Tang Ziliang felt his knees soaked with Su Qin's vaginal fluids, knowing that the pretty young woman before him was ready to be penetrated. But he wasn't in a hurry. He withdrew his fingers, squatted down, and grasped Su Qin's round, pert buttocks with both hands, beginning to kiss her through her pink panties. Her delicate labia continuously released nectar, which seeped into Tang Ziliang's mouth. Pulling down Su Qin's panties, a stunning vulva appeared before him. Her labia majora, like her nipples, were a vibrant pink, slightly parted, with a small bud peeking out from the intersection of the labia. The dark, curly pubic hair had clearly been carefully trimmed, forming an inverted triangle. Tang Ziliang first gently licked the labia from bottom to top several times, then took the bud into his mouth, teasing it with the tip of his tongue.

Su Qin's long legs stiffened, her soft buttocks tightened inward, and her lower body pressed slightly against Tang Ziliang's face, as if chasing his tongue, letting out a soft moan. Tang Ziliang inserted his tongue into her vagina, parting her labia minora, licking and licking, as if savoring the most delicious food in the world.

Su Qin's vagina seemed to have a life of its own, constantly clenching the intruding object. From her reaction, Tang Ziliang was even more delighted. Su Qin wasn't a seasoned womanizer; even after being fucked by him many times, she could still maintain her purity, which truly moved Tang Ziliang. Her mother, Han Fen, was far more wanton than her. This mother and daughter were truly a unique experience.

Tang Ziliang wasn't a truly bad person; sometimes, emotions trumped everything. He suddenly hesitated. If he had only slept with Han Fen to satisfy his own lust, would Su Qin hate him to death if she found out? As he thought about this, the tongue in her vagina slowly stopped.

Just then, Su Qin suddenly said in a soft voice, "No...don't stop...husband, I feel so bad..." Tang Ziliang looked up at her. Two blushes appeared on her pretty face, and although her charming eyes were dull due to the effects of the drugs, they still sent out flirtatious glances. Her tender red tongue was sticking out, licking her red lips, and saliva dripped from the corner of her mouth down to her snow-white breasts.

Even a saint would find such a sight unbearable, let alone Tang Ziliang, who was already quite lustful. He pressed Su Qin's face down against the headboard, pulled out his already erect penis, and without putting on a condom, prepared to penetrate her from behind.

He looked down and saw Su Qin's anus hidden between her two pert buttocks. It was pink and still gently wriggling, extremely tempting. Tang Ziliang couldn't resist the temptation. He squatted down, spread Su Qin's buttocks, and stuck out his tongue to lightly lick her anus. The scent of bath gel wafted into his nose. Did all beautiful women's anuses smell good?

This was going to be the death of Su Qin. "No...don't lick...ah...it hurts so much...please..." Tang Ziliang slowly inserted a finger into her vagina, gently teasing it, while his tongue continued to slide in and out of her deep buttocks.

"Husband, why don't we go to bed and do it?" It was Su Qin's first time being penetrated from behind while standing, and she was a little uncomfortable.

"Let's try something new, don't you think it's exciting?" What a joke, there was still Han Fen's juices on the sheets, it would be terrible if Su Qin found out.

"You're so naughty." After being coaxed by Tang Ziliang, Su Qin also found it quite exciting.

Su Qin's smile made Tang Ziliang's little brother grow even bigger. Su Qin twisted her slender waist uncontrollably, and her breasts swayed incessantly. Tang Ziliang could not hold back any longer, stood up, held his hard penis, and rubbed it against Su Qin's labia a few times. Su Qin turned around, looking at him with a charming yet slightly shy gaze.

That gaze could kill any man in the world. Tang Ziliang thrust his hips forward, his thick, long penis plunging deep inside, slamming his lower abdomen against Su Qin's round buttocks with a loud "thud." With that one thrust, Tang Ziliang almost ejaculated. Her vagina was so tight, the vaginal walls tightly gripping his large penis, constantly contracting. The large glans pressing against her cervix, being sucked by her flower-like clitoris, was incredibly stimulating.

He quickly composed himself, holding back his ejaculation, squeezing Su Qin's buttocks hard, and taking a deep breath. But while he was enjoying himself immensely, Su Qin was suffering. Tang Ziliang's thrust had hit her cervix. "Husband, be gentle!"

To alleviate her pain, Tang Ziliang suppressed the urge to thrust further, leaning down, his left hand kneading Su Qin's breasts, his right hand reaching down to massage her clitoris, and gently teasing her with his penis. He kissed and licked Su Qin's sweat-drenched back, whispering, "Good wife, don't leave me. Your husband will always cherish you. Swear you'll only be with me from now on." Tang Ziliang's possessiveness was quite strong.

Su Qin's lips parted slightly, making a "mmm" sound, as if she were making a vow.

Under Tang Ziliang's relentless teasing, Su Qin finally experienced the wonderful sensation, and her vagina secreted more love juice. Tang Ziliang began to slowly thrust in and out, gradually increasing the speed, and the pleasure became more and more intense. Su Qin instinctively swayed her beautiful buttocks, cooperating with the man's thrusts from behind, seeking greater pleasure. Her "ah ah" sounds grew louder and faster.

Every time Tang Ziliang's lower abdomen hit her buttocks, she would cry out. The point where their genitals met made a "plop, plop" sound as thick semen mixed with vaginal fluid dripped down Su Qin's smooth legs and onto the floor, further stimulating the couple in their intercourse. Tang Ziliang pulled Su Qin's body up, leaned forward, and wrapped one arm around her head, thrusting in and out while kissing her passionately. Their saliva dripped onto the sheets, forming a small puddle.

A moment later, Su Qin's body suddenly stiffened, followed by spasms. With a high-pitched "Ah!", a gush of hot vaginal fluid erupted from her uterus, drenching Tang Ziliang's glans. Even though it wasn't the first time he'd experienced this tight and burning sensation, Tang Ziliang could still feel the heat and power of Su Qin's orgasm.

What an innocent girl! Even in the throes of orgasm, Su Qin only expressed her pleasure with "Ah!" She didn't utter a single lewd word like her mother, Han Fen. Her upper body was slumped against the headboard, her arms too weak to support her weight. Her two round, tender breasts were pressed beneath her, forming two thick discs. If Tang Ziliang hadn't been holding her slender waist, she would have already collapsed to her knees.

Tang Ziliang hadn't ejaculated yet. After enjoying the spasms of Su Qin's vagina during her orgasm, he began thrusting vigorously again. Strangely, Su Qin didn't respond with a cry this time. Tang Ziliang looked closely and realized she had already passed out. Tang Ziliang thrust desperately for a round before finally ejaculating.

He lay on Su Qin's back, gently kissing her cheeks and caressing her fair, delicate skin, not missing an inch. After enjoying the afterglow of her climax, Su Qin slowly woke up. Tang Ziliang carefully cleaned her up, finally taking her slightly swollen labia in his mouth for a tender moment before carrying her to the bathroom and changing the sheets. After resting for

a while, Tang Ziliang went to work at the Anti-Corruption Bureau. Entering the elevator, it was crowded with eight or nine people during rush hour, the small space filled with the scent of expensive perfume. In front of him stood a woman in a gray business suit, her back to him, her elegant face vaguely reflected in the gleaming elevator doors. Looking at the woman facing him, her round, pert buttocks, encased in her tight skirt, were truly exquisite; he longed to fondle them to his heart's content.

In the blink of an eye, they reached the sixteenth floor. The moment the door opened, Tang Ziliang gently tapped the woman's right shoulder with his left hand. As she turned to her right, Tang Ziliang saw her face—it was Wang Lijuan, with whom he had once had an affair.

Seeing that it was indeed his old flame, Tang Ziliang gave her buttocks a hard squeeze with his right hand. Almost simultaneously, Wang Lijuan's pretty face flushed crimson, and she glared at Tang Ziliang. "Haha, that felt good!" The soft feeling of the woman's buttocks still lingered on his hand. Life was wonderful; first he had his way with the mother and daughter, and now he was flirting with his old flame, a married woman.

He received a notice in the morning to attend a meeting at the municipal government. The State Council issued the "Notice on Accelerating the Reform of the State-Owned Enterprise System," pointing out the need to seize the opportunity, actively and steadily liberalize prices and operations under national macro-control, enhance the vitality of state-owned enterprises, reduce the burden on national finances, and further promote product commercialization and market-oriented operations. However, corruption must also be eradicated! The Municipal Commission for Discipline Inspection's Anti-Corruption Bureau also dispatched an anti-corruption team to conduct special inspections of the city's state-owned enterprises, urging them to accelerate the implementation of the central government's document.

With most of the anti-corruption investigators gone, Tang Ziliang found himself with more free time. In fact, life in Jiangcheng was significantly more relaxed than in Dongyang, especially in the evenings when he no longer had to entertain clients with drinks. Of course, this was also because he was new to Jiangcheng and not many people knew him yet. So,

the idea of taking the postgraduate entrance exam resurfaced in Tang Ziliang's mind. However, after more than a year of experience in officialdom, Tang Ziliang had become less concerned with academic qualifications. His provincial party school diploma was quite useful in official circles, and a master's degree in economics was merely icing on the cake, having no fundamental impact on his career. If he wanted a diploma, he could easily find a spot in a few years when there would be a surge in overseas training for leading cadres. A few months of training at prestigious universities like Harvard would cost tens of thousands of US dollars, covering modern management knowledge, which would be far more valuable on his resume than a master's degree in economics.

However, not valuing diplomas didn't mean ignoring ability. Tang Ziliang naturally used his free time to further his education. While navigating the cutthroat world of officialdom was important, his own character and knowledge were also crucial factors.

So, the university library became Tang Ziliang's favorite place to go in the evenings. He would find some economics books, pick up his long-neglected foreign language skills, and occasionally go to the English corner to have conversations with students from South China University of Technology to improve his spoken English.

Speaking of which, Qiao Yu wasn't entirely useless; at least he helped him get the library card. His friend Liu Jun, a student at South China University of Technology, had his library card obtained with Qiao Yu's help.

As Tang Ziliang left the library, his phone rang. Looking at the number, it was Lao Lang calling. Yu Lai was going to participate in a campus folk song competition and wanted Tang Ziliang to come and support him.

Anyway, Tang Ziliang had time, and the journey to Jiangcheng Theater wasn't far. But Tang Ziliang hadn't expected that his car would run out of gas. He called a tow truck company and took the nearest bus.

At this time, the bus stop was packed with 9-to-5 office workers.

It was only 1993, and in Jiangcheng Osaka, busy office workers rarely owned private cars; even taxis were scarce. Many white-collar workers preferred to take the bus to and from work.

Tang Ziliang boarded the bus and noticed many beautiful women, one of whom was particularly eye-catching! Her fair face was flushed, exuding the unique charm of a young woman. She wore brown-tinted glasses, and a faint smile always played on her lips, giving her an air of elegance. She was over 1.67 meters tall, with shoulder-length, permed hair. Her curvaceous body and full breasts were exquisitely shaped, standing erect beneath a thin tank top, trembling slightly with her breath, subtly revealing the shape of her bra. Her

rounded buttocks curved upwards in a beautiful arc, tightly emphasizing the lines of her underwear. Her still-flat stomach and plump buttocks were full of the allure of a young woman in her prime. Flesh-colored, sheer crystal stockings encased her long, slender, and fair legs, outlining their full curves, giving an impression of both plumpness and delicate beauty, as well as a sensual and well-proportioned allure.

Between her long, rounded thighs, the bulging white panties beneath her short skirt were faintly visible, a tempting sight that stirred a man's heart. A pair of white high-heeled sandals, probably four inches high, completed the look, exuding the fashion and allure of a mature woman.

Suddenly, Tang Ziliang noticed the beautiful woman's brows furrow slightly, her soft lips curling into a pout of anger. He turned his head and saw a lewd middle-aged man standing next to her, deliberately groping the charming young woman from behind.

Tang Ziliang, with his sharp eyes, clearly saw the lewd man's hand caressing the young woman's plump, shapely buttocks, kneading them with the swaying of the bus. The young woman dared not cry out, turning her head to look around for a seat, but the crowded bus made it impossible to move. Seeing this, Tang Ziliang immediately approached the lewd man.

Damn it! The lecherous man's hand had already lifted the young woman's pink knee-length skirt, reaching between her two round, long thighs.

Seeing the lecherous man's narrowed eyes as if savoring a supreme delicacy, Tang Ziliang felt a surge of inexplicable jealousy and anger.

The young woman swayed her hips, trying to avoid the lecherous man's hand, but his hand between her beautiful legs was already moving upwards towards her private area. The young woman was startled and squeezed her thighs together, then immediately relaxed them. Perhaps squeezing her thighs together also squeezed the lecherous man's hand, giving him even more pleasure. Tang Ziliang looked

at the young woman's momentary helplessness. The lecherous man seemed to have taken advantage of the young woman's helplessness. In the swaying of the bus, he even stood on tiptoe and pressed his bulging member against the young woman's beautiful buttocks.

The lecherous man pressed his member tightly against the young woman's plump buttocks, his lower body thrusting back and forth repeatedly, revealing his ugly behavior.

The young woman angrily swayed her hips, trying to escape the lewd man's relentless thrusting, but this only excited him further. He reached under her skirt and grabbed her thighs, his engorged member pressing against her buttocks as he thrust faster. The woman gritted her teeth, her expression one of disgust, but Tang Ziliang also felt a strange excitement. "

Damn it," he thought, "such a beautiful woman, being molested by this old man, what a waste.

" Tang Ziliang muttered under his breath, "Get lost!" Seeing Tang Ziliang's fierce expression, the lewd man assumed he was an acquaintance or husband of the woman and scrambled away. As soon as the bus arrived at the station, he jumped off.

The woman finally left with the disembarking crowd. Relieved, as another group of commuters boarded, the young woman quickly turned and shook off the other men, squeezing towards Tang Ziliang. Another man, unwilling to give up, followed her, but Tang Ziliang slightly turned to block him, coldly staring at him and provocatively cracking his knuckles. Seeing Tang Ziliang's unfriendly expression, the man immediately and obediently moved to the back.

The young woman understood that Tang Ziliang had helped her twice and gave him a friendly smile in thanks. Unexpectedly, a sudden stop caused her beautiful body to stumble, and she ended up in Tang Ziliang's arms, pressing against his chest. At this moment, the bus was at its most crowded, and Tang Ziliang quickly pulled her close around the waist. The young woman's upper body pressed against Tang Ziliang's chest, causing her full, high breasts to be pressed tightly against his strong chest.

"Are you Na Ying?" This intimate contact allowed Tang Ziliang to clearly see the face hidden behind the tinted glasses.

"Shh!" Na Ying had endured the harassment from the middle-aged man, afraid of revealing her identity.

"I never expected you to take the bus?"

"I'm just a small-time singer, how could I afford a private car?" Na Ying said self-deprecatingly. Her career was just starting, and she didn't want to be this famous in a few years.

At this moment, the bus started moving again, and due to inertia, Na Ying once again threw herself into Tang Ziliang's arms. Her two full, soft, and bouncy breasts pressed and rubbed against Tang Ziliang's chest with the sudden start of the bus. In the close, flesh-to-flesh contact, Tang Ziliang could clearly feel her accelerated heartbeat. He tried to move back to create some distance but was pushed back by the crowded passengers. Gradually, he also began to enjoy this intoxicating feeling.

The bus swayed again, and Na Ying's nose accidentally brushed against Tang Ziliang's chin, their breaths mingling. Tang Ziliang caught the orchid-scented fragrance from her mouth. Na Ying shyly turned her head away, not daring to look at Tang Ziliang. Nervousness and shyness made her long, fan-like eyelashes tremble incessantly. Tang Ziliang tried his best to warn himself not to go too far.

But the more he suppressed it, the more excited he felt. The opportunity to have an ambiguous contact with the future queen of the music scene in public was truly too rare.

Another sharp turn, and Na Ying once again threw herself into his arms. Tang Ziliang's chest muscles pressed tightly against Na Ying's white silk top, allowing him to feel her bra. The two nipples inside seemed to have hardened from the friction.

At this moment, Tang Ziliang and Na Ying were pressed tightly together, both feeling the heat of each other's bodies. Na Ying blushed with embarrassment. "Move over a bit," she said, her soft lips slightly parted, her breath warm and tickling Tang Ziliang's neck.

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Na Ying knew Tang Ziliang wasn't the kind of pervert who specifically harassed people on buses, so even though they occasionally had close contact, Na Ying, though helpless, accepted reality.

Unexpectedly, the bus braked suddenly again. Amidst screams from the crowd, Na Ying's buttocks jerked back, intentionally pressing Tang Ziliang's penis against hers. Luckily, there were people trying to stop her, otherwise Tang Ziliang would have accidentally gotten himself into an accident.

This incident nearly killed Tang Ziliang and terrified Na Ying.

Na Ying, already tall and slender, was wearing about three-inch heels. Her ample buttocks, hidden deep within her pubic hair, were positioned at the same level as Tang Ziliang's penis. Tang Ziliang's erect penis reluctantly withdrew, and Na Ying, a little scared, deliberately lowered her waist.

Tang Ziliang could clearly feel the elasticity of her voluptuous body. Na Ying instinctively tried to move their tightly pressed lower bodies apart, but the surging crowd pushed her back, making them press even closer.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to!" Tang Ziliang gave her an apologetic, awkward smile.

Na Ying seemed to understand that Tang Ziliang didn't mean it, and helplessly turned her head away, not daring to look at him. She endured the close contact, her face flushed and her heart pounding as she breathed heavily. The arousing sensation on Na Ying's thighs and buttocks, along with her perfume and her own scent, made Tang Ziliang's penis even harder.

Na Ying felt it; it seemed as if Tang Ziliang's penis was moving closer to her buttocks. "Can you control yourself a little?" Na Ying was getting impatient.

"It's your butt that keeps moving towards me; I'm already trying to control myself," Tang Ziliang's words almost made Na Ying feel mortified.

But no one could be blamed, because the road ahead was under construction, full of potholes, making it bumpy and swaying. This caused Tang Ziliang's already hard penis to rub against the cleft of Na Ying's buttocks under her short skirt. The intense friction between their genitals, though not involving actual penetration, aroused both of them uncontrollably. A hint of desire involuntarily crept into Na Ying's heart.

Tang Ziliang knew she was trying to suppress it, but the current situation constantly challenged their reason, triggering their most primal instincts.

Seeing Na Ying's face growing increasingly red, her shy demeanor only fueled Tang Ziliang's lust, but he was afraid she would cry out.

"Stop moaning, it's all out of tune." Tang Ziliang forcefully pulled Na Ying into his arms, his large hand pressing against her full, firm buttocks, keeping their lower bodies a distance apart.

Na Ying felt Tang Ziliang's actions and knew he meant well, not wanting her to embarrass herself in public. But Tang Ziliang's large hand on her round, full buttocks created a tingling sensation that spread between Na Ying's waist, hips, and legs. Na Ying even felt a slight dampness in her groin.

She buried her head in Tang Ziliang's chest, suppressing her soft moans.

Finally, they arrived at their destination. It turned out Na Ying was also going to the Jiangcheng Theater. "Are you here to compete too?" The cold wind helped them regain some composure. Tang Ziliang broke the awkward silence first.

"No, I'm a judge. A friend of mine is competing." As expected of the pop diva Na Ying, she quickly regained her composure. It was as if nothing had happened on the bus.

"Is it Lao Lang?" "

How did you know?" Na Ying was puzzled. "You know Lao Lang, and you're also a contestant?" She didn't know that Tang Ziliang was the talented amateur composer she had been searching for.

Chapter 098 A Blast into Pop Diva Na Ying [Part 2]

Na Ying and Tang Ziliang quickly arrived backstage. People from various record companies came to greet Na Ying, but she was politely brushed off. She didn't want to be foolish enough to sing for a small record company, but without the capital to start her own, she had to settle for collaborating with a large record company. At this moment

, Lao Lang and Gao Xiaosong came out. Na Ying smiled sweetly and said, "I was planning to rest at home today, but I couldn't resist coming to hear what you're singing today." "

Old Wolf chatted with Tang Ziliang for a while. 'Liangzi, for today's competition, I'd like to sing 'My Deskmate,' which you wrote, is that alright?'

Na Ying and Gao Xiaosong were taken aback. 'He wrote 'My Deskmate'?' they asked in unison. After receiving an affirmative answer, Na Ying's heart pounded. She knew, of course, how important Tang Ziliang's songwriting talent was to a singer.

'Your song is fantastic!' Na Ying winked at Tang Ziliang.

Tang Ziliang's eyes lit up, and he said happily, 'Miss Na Ying, I'm a loyal fan of yours.'

'Just call me Na Ying,' Na Ying said. 'You really like my singing? But after listening to your song a few days ago, I realized I've been singing for nothing all these years.'"

Although Na Ying was beginning to gain popularity in China, her songs remained primarily folk-style, almost entirely covers or adaptations of old tunes. She didn't have a single truly memorable classic song.

"Wait a minute," Tang Ziliang said, taking out paper and pen to draw musical notation.

Na Ying looked at the paper curiously, quickly becoming amazed; he was composing a song on the spot.

Just before the competition was about to begin, Tang Ziliang finally finished and handed the song to Na Ying,

saying, "This is for you." While it was called a gift, he was also charging a creation fee; the copyright remained with Tang Ziliang. Otherwise, it wouldn't be a gift to Na Ying, but to the Universal Records company.

Na Ying familiarized herself with the song, liking it more and more. While marveling at Tang Ziliang's talent, she couldn't help but softly sing: "Don't hide your face behind the moonlight, who cares about our lives? Sitting in a quiet corner, it's time to find relief for this moment.

Don't let the feigned guilt in your eyes be there; it's time to be happy. Quietly think, who would pursue deliberate tenderness?"

You hurt me, and then just laughed it off. Your love was greedy, and my love was cowardly. Tears have flowed, memories are superfluous, I can only blame myself for loving all the mistakes.

You hurt me, and then just laughed it off. Your love was greedy, and my love was cowardly. Tears have flowed, memories are superfluous, etched deep in my heart, just like that, you laughed it off.

In his past life, Tang Ziliang listened to Na Ying's songs on CDs that had been copied and burned countless times. When he truly listened attentively, some subtle parts were already distorted. Now, finally hearing Na Ying sing in person, although he wasn't familiar with the song, the feeling was simply wonderful.

"Was it really written for me?" Na Ying was both surprised and delighted. She was almost sick of singing those folk songs, but Universe Records was unwilling to spend money to tailor-make a song for her, instead constantly making her release albums and perform to make money.

"Of course, only you can sing this song with feeling." "Tang Ziliang laughed, but in his heart he was thinking: When can I open a record company and lure Na Ying to work here so I can listen to her sing every day?

Lao Lang and Gao Xiaosong were shocked again. Amazing! He wrote a song in such a short time, and it's so classic.

"Thank you!" Overjoyed, Na Ying kissed Tang Ziliang in front of everyone. This young man, five years younger than her, is so talented. I must find a way to win him over.

Lao Lang sang "My Deskmate" in the competition, and unsurprisingly, he conquered all the audience and judges. Many people have begun to notice the original author, Tang Ziliang.

Finally, Gao Xiaosong offered to buy two of Tang Ziliang's songs, but his offer was too low, and he was embarrassed to even mention it. Of

course, Tang Ziliang wouldn't sell the two songs to him. Na Ying and Lao Lang were a little disappointed, but they couldn't blame Tang Ziliang. "I want to invest five million and these two songs in your 'Wheat Field Records'?" Gao

Xiaosong, Na Ying, and Lao Lang were all stunned! The two sides quickly signed the contract. Tang Ziliang was overjoyed. Wheatfield Records would later become the largest record company in China, boasting numerous beautiful singers such as A Duo, Jin Haixing, Zhou Xun,

and Na Ying. Now that he was the boss of Wheatfield, wouldn't he be able to do whatever he wanted with these beautiful singers? The four then went to dinner, and Tang Ziliang offered to take Na Ying to her hotel. Gao Xiaosong and Lao Lang didn't say anything, and even Na Ying didn't refuse.

On the way to the hotel, Na Ying suggested going shopping, hoping to take advantage of Tang Ziliang. But Tang Ziliang didn't care about such small amounts of money and bought Na Ying many designer clothes.

In 1993, Na Ying was only 26 years old. Her figure was stunning—slender yet voluptuous, with beautiful features, large, alluring eyes that seemed to reach your heart with a single glance, sending shivers down your spine. Her lips were perfectly proportioned, rosy and inviting; men longed to suckle and kiss them, and perhaps even use them to blow on their breasts. Her neck gleamed with an alluring white luster, and her breasts, firm and rounded, formed two beautiful little peaks beneath her thin white shirt. Her waist was slender and supple, naturally cascading down to form a perfect hip line, her pert buttocks even more captivating under her tight jeans.

However, Tang Ziliang preferred seeing Na Ying in a silk halter dress, softly and tightly clinging to her slender body, highlighting her curves perfectly, her two full buttocks subtly revealed… Her buttocks were subtly visible, their curves perfectly sculpted and alluring. As her skirt billowed and danced, she exuded captivating charm.

Especially when the wind blew, the skirt clung tightly to her body, revealing a subtle bulge beneath her flat, soft abdomen—a point every man knows to be a woman's most alluring and delicate feature, instantly arousing him and causing his penis to harden.

Na Ying particularly loved wearing high heels, her waist swaying seductively from side to side as she walked. Tang Ziliang's eyes were often fixed on her trembling breasts and swaying hips, his desire surging.

He thought of Na Ying's boyfriend, Gao Feng, wondering what good deeds he had done in his past life to have such a beautiful woman by his side, and whether he had even deflowered her. The thought of Na Ying's beautiful, healthy, and alluring body, naked before his man... Tang Ziliang was

filled with envy

beneath him. But then he thought again, Na Ying and Gao Feng had only met around 1994, hadn't they? Tang Ziliang laughed. A stupid Chinese football player, trying to get his hands on a female celebrity under his wing? Dream on!

The two, wearing sunglasses, went to the best hotel nearby and booked a standard room.

The living room was large and spacious, luxuriously decorated, with a high-end sofa and a large color TV prominently displayed. Tang Ziliang half-carried, half-supported Na Ying onto the sofa. They had just had some drinks at the hotel's bar, and Na Ying wasn't completely drunk, leaning back lazily on the sofa. Looking at the half-drunk, beautiful woman, Tang Ziliang's penis was painfully erect, pressing hard against his pants. Looking at Na Ying's delicate body, her long, black hair cascading down... On the snow-white nape of her neck, her high, alluring breasts rose and fell gently with her breath, her beautiful body curves trembling softly. Her glossy calves peeked out from under her black business suit, appearing even smoother and more delicate. Black high-heeled sandals, with delicate straps, outlined her two perfect, snow-white feet; her smooth ankles and glistening toes further aroused Tang Ziliang's desire. Tang Ziliang swallowed hard, made two glasses of warm water, and helped Na Ying drink them.

After Na Ying finished the water, her lips were moistened, appearing even more red, luscious, and alluring.

Yin Guoqing stared blankly for a while, wishing he could pounce on her and kiss her passionately. Seeing Tang Ziliang staring intently at her lips, Na Ying blushed, becoming even more beautiful and seductive. She shyly slapped Tang Ziliang's arm: "What are you looking at? How can you stare like that?" "Tang Ziliang murmured, 'You're so beautiful, really.'

This tall, handsome, and talented young man, who was also her idol's boss, suddenly uttered such praise. Na Ying's heart nearly stopped; her pretty face flushed even more, and her sexy lips exhaled a rapid, mature woman's scent.

The delicate fragrance wafted into her nostrils, strands of hair brushed against her face, and her soft, trembling body filled Tang Ziliang with overwhelming tenderness. He boldly grasped Na Ying's soft, cool hand and firmly pulled her into his arms. Before Na Ying could react, she let out a soft 'Ah…' and her supple body slumped down." Once in Tang Ziliang's broad arms, he seized the opportunity to pull her tightly against him, his handsome face pressed tenderly against Na Ying's fair neck, inhaling her alluring fragrance with ecstasy. Na Ying breathed heavily, a mixture of unease, anticipation, satisfaction, and desire swirling within her. Her

complex thoughts prevented her from thinking clearly. Perhaps she had longed for this moment, but she did have a boyfriend. Having an affair with Tang Ziliang was cheating, and cheating was immoral.

But if she didn't secure Tang Ziliang's position, she didn't know how much he would have to sacrifice to become famous, and singers relied on invitations to meals. How much time could she afford to waste?

Na Ying made a final, gentle struggle, murmuring, "No... let... let me go... we can't... we can't do this... I already have a boyfriend... I can't betray him!"

Tang Ziliang knew this was just a woman's little trick of feigning reluctance; if Na Ying didn't want to sleep with him, she wouldn't have gone to a hotel with him in the first place.

Sure enough, although Na Ying struggled slightly, she didn't use much strength. The beautiful woman, drunk,

was clearly no match for Tang Ziliang, who was possessed by lust.

Tang Ziliang still held her tightly, feeling her soft, warm body trembling incessantly, which further fueled his primal urges. He was burning with desire, his blood boiling, and his desire to conquer Na Ying was unstoppable.

Tang Ziliang's large hand tightly grasped Na Ying's small hands, while his other hand tightly embraced Na Ying's soft, slender waist. He began to gently kiss her neck, sometimes lightly licking it with his tongue, sometimes gently blowing on Na Ying's small ear, teasing Na Ying's desire with a sensual pleasure. Na Ying's struggles were futile. She desperately wanted to put on a show of resistance, but her body was weak and limp, unable to muster any strength.

Tang Ziliang's hand, which was around her waist, had already reached her soft waist and occasionally slid down to knead her rounded buttocks. Na Ying's waist twisted, seemingly resisting Tang Ziliang's demonic hands, yet also seemingly welcoming them, murmuring softly, "Ah... um... no... don't... so rough, you're going to rub my buttocks raw."

Having been a seasoned womanizer for many years, Tang Ziliang sensed from her seemingly hesitant, coy struggles that Na Ying's heart was falling. He knew that today he would finally be able to fuck this long-desired pop diva hard.

Tang Ziliang looked smugly at Na Ying's aroused state, wantonly kneading her high, firm breasts. What an alluring woman; even through her shirt and silky bra, one could feel the amazing elasticity of her breasts. His left hand, not to be outdone, slid down to squeeze and knead her full buttocks, causing Na Ying to moan softly.

Tang Ziliang intensified his attack with both hands, his eyes fixed on Na Ying's pretty face, not missing the alluring beauty of the woman struggling with desire and losing her guard.

When the man's burning gaze met hers, Na Ying felt nervous at the man's wild desire, her face instantly turning red, her eyes tightly closed in shame, struggling to escape.

But Tang Ziliang had already lost control, showering the woman's delicate face with hot kisses. His right hand skillfully unbuttoned Na Ying's blouse, directly inserting it into the thin bra, grasping one of her soft breasts.

The moment the sensitive breast was directly grasped by the man's warm palm, Na Ying cried out in surprise, "Ah..."

Soon, Tang Ziliang felt Na Ying's nipples stand erect, hard against his palm, seemingly craving the man's rougher movements.

Tang Ziliang gripped and kneaded with even more force, sending waves of tingling sensations through Na Ying's body, like electric shocks. The tingling reached her private parts, where her plump thighs, tightly bound by her skirt, writhed and twisted incessantly.

Na Ying's feigned resistance only aroused Tang Ziliang, whose bloodshot eyes were fixed on her thighs exposed beneath her short skirt. Her normally fair skin was now flushed and smooth. His left hand slipped between her writhing thighs, forcefully advancing towards Na Ying's most alluring vulva.

The alcohol aided Tang Ziliang; although the woman gasped and cried out in protest, her intoxicated

desire rendered her unable to resist much. In the struggle, her tight skirt rode up, revealing her

long, slender, white thighs and white lace-trimmed panties. Tang Ziliang's large hand easily covered Na Ying's private parts,

his fingers sliding up and down, teasing Na Ying's plump, protruding labia through her panties. The hot, moist touch aroused the man's virility.

"Ah... um... no... don't..." Na Ying's moans fueled Tang Ziliang's desire. His right hand frantically kneaded her breasts, while his left hand's fingers began to rub Na Ying's labia tightly. "No... don't play anymore," Na Ying gasped, her body struggling and twisting alluringly.

Tang Ziliang easily pushed the woman down onto the soft, wide sofa, unbuttoned the remaining buttons on Na Ying's shirt, and ripped open her silky bra. With Na Ying's scream, two firm, white breasts bounced out, their nipples already engorged and erect, trembling shyly.

Tang Ziliang pressed heavily onto Na Ying's soft body, kneading one breast with one hand while his lips tightly sucked on the tip of the other tender breast. Na Ying's pretty face flushed, her breath coming in short gasps, growing increasingly seductive. She couldn't help but embrace Tang Ziliang, arching her head against his chest, her long, slender legs wrapping around his waist. Her body twisted and swayed involuntarily, perhaps trying to break free… or perhaps wanting more licking and biting…

Tang Ziliang's tongue skillfully teased Na Ying's nipples, sometimes lightly licking, sometimes scraping. Her breasts, intensely

stimulated, became even tighter and more erect, her pink nipples rising vibrantly, trembling and standing proudly, welcoming the man's caresses again and again.

As Tang Ziliang's large hand slipped under the rolled-up skirt and forcefully penetrated Na Ying's small panties, directly attacking her already soaking wet vulva, Na Ying's rapid, panting breaths tinged with satisfied sobs:

"Ah...mmm..." Her slender waist rose and fell, rubbing her flat, soft abdomen against Tang Ziliang's erect penis. Her cherry lips bit Tang Ziliang's shoulder, trying to suppress her increasingly loud moans and gasps.

Tang Ziliang's fingers skillfully caressed Na Ying's two moist, pink labia between her thighs, and with a sudden up-and-down motion, they pushed against the entrance of her slippery vulva.

Na Ying let out a long, soul-stirring moan, "Ah!" Tang Ziliang's long fingers disappeared in response, completely disappearing into the tight, warm depths of her vagina.

Na Ying's hands tightened around Tang Ziliang, who was still ravaging her chest, before collapsing limply. Under the thrusting of Tang Ziliang's fingers, Na Ying gasped softly, her legs kicking incessantly, her lower body making soft, squelching sounds.

With Tang Ziliang's continued teasing and thrusting, Na Ying's tingling sensation intensified, her breasts swelling to their limit, her nipples even throbbing involuntarily in Tang Ziliang's wildly sucking mouth. Her

voluptuous and alluring body writhed and twisted. Looking at the future pop diva's wanton appearance, Tang Ziliang suddenly mischievously bit her nipple hard, his fingers, which had been moving within her private parts, scraping and rubbing against the walls of her vagina.

Na Ying was almost driven mad by Tang Ziliang's ministrations; her gasps grew even sharper, her thighs clamping tightly around Tang Ziliang's arms, her whole body arching violently upwards, trembling intensely.

Amidst Na Ying's incredibly sweet moans, Tang Ziliang felt a gush of hot, sticky fluid gushing from her vagina, instantly making his fingers feel a burning, slippery sensation. Na Ying had reached a wonderful climax even before Tang Ziliang had penetrated her…

In the continuous climaxes, Na Ying gradually relaxed, her limbs sprawling limply, her delicate, moist lips panting softly, her eyes glazed, her breasts trembling, her legs wide open, her lace panties soaked.

Seeing the beauty's powerless resistance after her climax, completely surrendering to his violation, Tang Ziliang felt incredibly satisfied. The usually elegant and poised Na Ying was actually so sensitive, seemingly a little vulnerable; a few touches and kisses were enough to bring her to orgasm. He was truly in for a treat!

Thinking this, Tang Ziliang then felt a slight pain in his lower body; it turned out that his penis had been throbbing unbearably long since he had indulged his desires.

Tang Ziliang immediately removed the last covering for the beauty. Na Ying, who had just climaxed, was powerless to stop him and let the man

pull down her skirt and panties together. She even cooperated by raising her buttocks and legs to make it easier for the man.

In an instant, Na Ying's alluring, voluptuous naked body was exposed before the man's eyes. Tang Ziliang stared intently at her full, white thighs, the tuft of dark pubic hair between them, and her delicate, plump labia, which concealed her vulva, which had just been violated and reached its climax. A stream of lustful fluid flowed between her slightly parted labia, glistening and translucent, utterly lewd.

While ogling Na Ying's naked body, Tang Ziliang quickly stripped off his own clothes. Na Ying opened her eyes slightly and was shocked to discover that the usually refined Tang Ziliang possessed a powerful physique. He was broad-shouldered and muscular, with a thick tuft of dark chest hair covering his well-developed pectoral muscles. Between his thick thighs, a long, erect penis protruded, its glistening, reddish glans radiating a menacing

aura. It was terrifying. Na Ying gasped weakly, "So big…!" The blush that had been fading suddenly returned, her face flushed with shame and fear. She tightly closed her eyes, unable to bear looking any longer.

Tang Ziliang pressed down on her, supporting her round, white buttocks, and aimed his erect penis at her already

wet vulva. The hot, large glans trembled against the entrance of her tender opening.

Na Ying felt as if ants were crawling inside her, an emptiness and discomfort. "Liangzi, if you're going to do it, hurry up," Na Ying said weakly, unable to resist, uttering the shameful words of pleading for pleasure.

"Do you want me to fuck you? It'll get even better from here on out," Tang Ziliang teased the woman in

her ear . His actions, however, were no longer teasing; he himself was also unbearably aroused. His penis parted her thin lips, sliding

powerfully deep into her vagina along the slippery, lustful flow.

"Ah...ouch...it hurts..." A feeling of fullness and pain washed over her, and she gasped, her delicate lips

parting involuntarily. Na Ying involuntarily clung tightly to the man's waist, her thighs clamping down, trying to stop Tang Ziliang's thrusts. Her face turned pale, and her whole body trembled.

When his penis reached the very core of Na Ying's vagina, Tang Ziliang roared, "Ah, so deep, so tight!" It felt so good, like heaven. He had finally slept with Na Ying; in his previous life, he had been a huge fan of the pop diva.

Tang Ziliang felt his penis being tightly enveloped, hot, tight, warm, and slippery, the vaginal walls still slightly pulsating, sucking at his glans, both numb and tingling.

Na Ying is already twenty-six, she can't possibly be a virgin anymore, but her pussy is still very tight, which is already quite good. The penis feels very comfortable inside. Damn it, her boyfriend is so lucky, he gets to have such a beautiful pussy inside him every day.

Na Ying felt the penis invading her body was hot, thick, hard, and cunning; it seemed to have a life of its own. Her pussy tried to grip it tightly, but to no avail, causing Na Ying to gasp and go wild uncontrollably.

The probing glans found the sensitive, moist clitoris, and under the tight grip of the labia, it pressed, rotated, and rubbed against it, using every technique imaginable to play with a woman, causing the woman's clitoris to tremble and resonate, licking and sucking back and forth with the glans.

Tang Ziliang, a man who had slept with countless women, knew that Na Ying was already insatiable with desire. This mature woman needed a man to thrust into her relentlessly, to ruthlessly tear away her dignified facade, to erase her shame, and to bring her to the peak of orgasm with the most powerful thrusts, the fastest sprints, and the strongest ejaculation, until she willingly submitted to his penis.

So, Tang Ziliang became ruthless, thrusting rapidly, his penis repeatedly withdrawing from her beautiful opening and then plunging to the very bottom,

growing ever hotter and thicker. After hundreds of thrusts, Na Ying's original moans and cries had turned into continuous sobs;

"You've almost pierced my cunt, hurry up and cum!"

Her pleasurable ecstasy was almost manic; she had long lost her charming and elegant stage persona, becoming like a wanton

slut , pleading for mercy beneath Tang Ziliang's crotch.

"Ah...so good...so deep! Beautiful...so beautiful...I...I'm going to be fucked to death by you!"

Tang Ziliang looked at Na Ying, who was lost in moaning, and smiled slyly. His efforts had paid off; she was truly stunning! He continued to fuck Na Ying's sensitive flower core steadily and powerfully. He lowered his head and took Na Ying

's nipple into his mouth. As she twisted and turned in response, one of her nipples trembled and bounced. "Ah...ah...I'm going to cum...I'm going to cum...I'm going to die..." Tang Ziliang bit down on Na Ying's nipple, his glans thrusting deep into Na Ying's cervix, his teeth gently biting Na Ying's erect nipple.

Na Ying was almost driven mad by Tang Ziliang's play. Her vagina suddenly tightened, her cervix scraping and sucking tightly on the man's thick glans. Tang Ziliang felt a rolling wave of heat hitting his glans, a tingling and pleasurable sensation. He couldn't hold back his ejaculation. He pressed his glans deep into her vagina with pleasure, let out a low growl, and his thick semen shot out.

Na Ying felt the glans pressing tightly against her clitoris, and she trembled violently a few times as Tang Ziliang fucked her wildly. "Ah...don't ejaculate inside!"

Tang Ziliang shouted, pulling out his penis and shaking it wildly, his hand constantly masturbating. Thick white semen sprayed all over Na Ying's face, and she felt as if she were floating up, then collapsed.

Na Ying was pressed down by Tang Ziliang, panting heavily, her eyes glazed over.

Chapter 099 Forced Rape in the Women's Restroom

The next day at work, Wang Lijuan arrived on time as usual. When she saw Tang Ziliang, her face flushed slightly. She buried herself in her work all day and didn't say a word to Tang Ziliang. Because of his relationship with Wang Lijuan, Tang Ziliang didn't dare to joke with her as warmly as usual. Tang Ziliang couldn't figure out if Wang Lijuan would accuse him of rape, so he could only work hard to persuade her.

Then came the weekend. Hearing that Wang Lijuan's husband, Zhang Chao, had returned from his business trip, Tang Ziliang became even more anxious, wondering if her husband would find out about their affair. He spent the next two days drinking with classmates to pass the time. Finally, Monday arrived. Early in the morning, Wang Lijuan had cleaned Tang Ziliang's office, filled it with hot water, and quietly waited for everyone else to arrive. When Tang Ziliang entered, he quickly glanced at Wang Lijuan and casually said "Good morning." Wang Lijuan's heart was pounding—what should she do!

Wang Lijuan walked briskly past Tang Ziliang, a sweet fragrance wafting through the air. Her flowing long hair, well-fitting suit, fair skin, tight-fitting skirt, slender legs, and shiny high heels, along with a pretty handbag, made her as alluring as ever, radiant and fresh. Tang Ziliang sat in his chair, his mind vividly recalling Wang Lijuan's full, alluring buttocks beneath her elegant and well-fitting suit, and the bulging vulva between her thighs. His penis quickly swelled, pushing his pants into a mushroom shape.

Tang Ziliang swallowed hard, cooling his rising desire. He went to the bathroom and texted Wang Lijuan, "How are you? I miss you!"

After a while, Wang Lijuan replied, "Don't overthink it. I can't betray my husband again." Tang Ziliang thought of Wang Lijuan's frenzied climax on the sofa, her coy resistance and panting.

It seemed chaste wife. He replied again, "I just like you and want to be with you, but I won't interfere with your relationship with your husband."

"We can't be together anymore. I hope you forget the past and start over!" Wang Lijuan replied immediately. "I will never forget that beautiful night and your stunning beauty, and your panting, wanton appearance. We will be together again, kiss you!"

"Are you crazy! If you harass me again, I'll report you for rape."

For the next two days, his meetings with Wang Lijuan were lukewarm. The office was crowded and he dared not act rashly, so he could only "harass" her via text message, but Wang Lijuan didn't reply at all, leaving Tang Ziliang quite bored. Her husband was home, so he didn't dare go to her house. His attempts to meet her were met with indifference, which made Tang Ziliang extremely itchy. Having tasted Wang Lijuan's pleasure, he was truly aroused. Every time he saw Wang Lijuan's beautiful body pass by, he had a desire to pounce on her and "take her" on the spot. During this time, Tang Ziliang basically ignored Shangguan Xiaofang's existence; all his lustful thoughts were focused on Wang Lijuan.

That evening, all three departments in the office were working overtime, preparing for a large meeting the next day. Tang Ziliang wrote his own speech; in fact, he had already finished it, but he had nothing to do at home, and having Wang Lijuan with him at the office was exactly what he wanted.

Everyone was busy with their assigned tasks. After Xiao Luo from the secretariat left early, Tang Ziliang suddenly realized that of the remaining six people, only Wang Lijuan was female; the rest were all men. Tang Ziliang realized that tonight might be an opportunity to have some fun with Wang Lijuan again. He was startled by his own lewd thoughts and audacious ideas, and it took him a while to recover, finding it quite exciting.

The office building was long and narrow, divided into east and west sides. The men's restroom was on the east side, and the women's restroom was on the west side, separated by the elevator lobby, stairwell, and water dispenser room. Because of the arched shape in the middle, the men's and women's restrooms could not see each other.

For safety reasons, Tang Ziliang even went up and down several floors to check if anyone from other departments was

working overtime. Apart from the two guys in the publicity department still engrossed in computer games, the other departments were completely dark

, clearly no one was working overtime.

After finalizing his plan, Tang Ziliang pretended to revise the materials while observing Wang Lijuan. Watching her busily working, he recalled the beautiful woman's wanton movements and moans beneath him that night, and his penis throbbed with desire. Time passed unbearably, second by second. Wang Lijuan stretched, got up to pour some hot water, and then walked outside.

Tang Ziliang checked to make sure no one was watching, then quietly left the office. Wang Lijuan's pretty figure disappeared behind the arched pillar. Tang Ziliang jogged after her, and when he reached the women's restroom, he nervously looked around to make sure no one was watching, then slipped inside and locked the door behind him.

Tang Ziliang had never been to a women's restroom before. He found himself at the entrance with a sink and vanity, and further in was a room with four toilets side-by-side, three of which were open. Wang Lijuan was in the other one. Tang Ziliang's heart pounded nervously, his palms sweating profusely.

The toilet door was slightly ajar, about ten centimeters from the bottom, allowing Tang Ziliang to see Wang Lijuan's toes in her high heels. A soft, gurgling sound came from below—the sound of a woman urinating. Immediately imagining the lewd sight of urine gushing from her slightly parted vulva, Tang Ziliang's penis hardened even more. It seemed the stress of her work had made Wang Lijuan hold it in for a long time; her urination was swift and prolonged, lasting nearly a minute before stopping, followed by the sounds of flushing and her skirt being pulled up.

Tang Ziliang stood nervously outside the door, ready to pounce on his prey. The door creaked open, and the instant Wang Lijuan stepped out of the toilet, Tang Ziliang stepped forward and tightly embraced her.

"Ah..." Wang Lijuan cried out in surprise, but Tang Ziliang's large hand immediately covered her mouth, allowing her to only make "Mmm... Mmm..." sounds as she tried to break free.

"It's me, don't scream!" Because of their previous passionate encounter, Tang Ziliang thought Wang Lijuan wouldn't resist once she knew it was him. However, this wasn't the case. As soon as Tang Ziliang loosened his grip, Wang Lijuan screamed again, "Help... Director Tang, no..." Tang Ziliang had no choice but to firmly cover her mouth to prevent her from making a sound. If someone discovered them in this situation, it would be troublesome; it might ruin her future career.

Tang Ziliang pressed Wang Lijuan against the bathroom wall, one hand covering her mouth, the other encircling her arms and body. Wang Lijuan was no match for Tang Ziliang's strength, but she prevented him from making any other moves.

"Lijuan, I missed you so much. There's no one else in the building, no one will come here. Give me one more time!" Having no other choice, Tang Ziliang had to coax the woman. Wang Lijuan struggled, unable to speak, her eyes filled with anger and fear.

"Yating'er, I'll let go. Don't scream. If people find out, it won't do either of us any good, okay? I really like you, I miss you so much!" Tang Ziliang stared at the angry woman for a moment, sensing her hostility had lessened, and gently released his grip. "Huff...huff..." Wang Lijuan gasped for breath, saying, "Are you crazy? Let me out."

"I'm not crazy, I just like you so much, I want you so much." Tang Ziliang slipped his hands under the woman's arms, trapping her between them, his eyes fixed on the slightly flustered woman.

"Are you crazy? Where is this? If people find out, will we still be able to stay in this workplace? Calm down. You said last time that if I slept with you, you would let my husband go, and we'd be even." Wang Lijuan was both ashamed and afraid, trying to break free from his arms. Tang Ziliang looked at the woman's flushed and delicate face, flushed with fear and embarrassment, and saw the sensuality in her moving lips. He couldn't resist tightening his grip, clamping her legs between his thighs, and thrusting his mouth forward.

"Mmm...mmm...no...ah..." The woman's head swayed from side to side, her lips frantically trying to escape, but finally, they were captured by the man's lips, his luscious lips tightly sucked into his broad mouth.

Tang Ziliang's tongue forcefully attacked, trying to enter the woman's mouth, but she resisted stubbornly, their lips entwined, producing annoying sucking sounds. Unable to satisfy his lips immediately, Tang Ziliang freed one hand and reached for the woman's breast, grasping a soft breast through her clothes and kneading and caressing it forcefully. He also pressed his lower abdomen forward, pressing between the woman's legs.

Tang Ziliang was impatient, and time didn't allow for much longer. He intensified his assault while considering whether to continue playing with her on the spot or move to the spare stairwell at the end of the corridor. Walking down the corridor to the backup stairwell was too dangerous. As long as Wang Lijuan didn't scream, it should be safe here. It was best to finish quickly.

Tang Ziliang couldn't get a kiss on the woman's lips, so he had to give up temporarily and went to unbutton her clothes. Wang Lijuan grabbed him tightly.

"No, let me go! Please don't do this!" Wang Lijuan was on the verge of tears. "I'm going to do it with you again today. I'm going crazy thinking about you!" Tang Ziliang said resolutely, and with his other hand, he tried to lift the woman's skirt. Wang Lijuan quickly pressed her down. The two struggled silently.

Just as Tang Ziliang was about to grab the woman's hands and forcibly remove her clothes, "Wang Lijuan, Wang Lijuan!" came the loud call of Lin Wei from the secretariat, who was on the side of the corridor near the office.

It turned out that Lin Wei and Wang Lijuan lived in the same community and always agreed to go home together after working overtime. Tang Ziliang stopped. It was too dangerous to continue.

"You go out first, I'll leave later," Tang Ziliang said angrily. His penis was throbbing. Lin Wei, that bastard, was truly despicable. Every time he used the excuse of working overtime, he'd go home late with Wang Lijuan. He wondered if he'd taken advantage of her. He had to get to the bottom of this…

Wang Lijuan quickly straightened her clothes and silently walked out. Tang Ziliang was still standing there, seething with hatred, thinking he'd definitely find a chance to "teach Lin Wei a lesson." A perfect opportunity, ruined by a guy in the secretariat. Tang Ziliang wanted nothing more than to tear him to pieces and curse his ancestors for eighteen generations.

Feeling unlucky at failing to get Wang Lijuan, Tang Ziliang drove alone, passing an alleyway, and saw a fortune teller. Tang Ziliang stared dumbfounded at the Buddha statues, paper money, talismans, and Laozi statues in the shop. There was even a Guan Gong statue on the shelf… The main business was making wreaths and funeral clothes. The shop was very quiet, with only one young customer, waiting expectantly for an answer.

Across from the young man sat an old man with white hair and beard, rolling his eyes and calculating with his fingers, looking every bit the charlatan. After a while, the old man suddenly rolled his eyes back and asked, "Hey, I forgot to ask what you were calculating."

Tang Ziliang's forehead creased with annoyance. "Master, can you tell me if I can get into Tsinghua University this time?" the young man said nervously.

The old man squinted and scrutinized the young man for a while: "You have prominent ears and auspicious features, but your only shortcoming is a broken bridge of your nose. Whether you're studying or doing business, success won't be easy. Your high brow bone indicates many hardships. However, your large forehead and square face, along with a prominent forehead, suggest good fortune in your old age. So, young man, always look forward, and perseverance will eventually pay off."

The young man asked, "So, you mean I'll have bad luck when I'm young, but I'll prosper when I'm old?"

The old man nodded.

"Then can I get into Tsinghua University this time?" the young man continued.

The old man said, "Even if you do, you'll drop out halfway through."

"Is there no way to fix it?" the young man pressed.

"No. Fate is predetermined, and I, this old man, don't have the ability to change it." The old man stroked his beard, adopting a posture of not wanting to say anything more.

The young man took out his wallet: "I'll offer more money, please enlighten me, Master." The old man still didn't speak.

The young man turned up, threw out five dollars, and left, cursing, "What kind of iron-mouthed fortune teller is this? It's a fraudulent trick."

After the young man left, an old man came over, bowing respectfully as a junior, and said, "Master, it's been thirty years, and you still look the same, not changed at all."

"What brings you here, young man?" the old man asked casually.

The old man respectfully said, "I came to Jiangcheng to see my daughter-in-law and grandson. I heard from Brother Chen that you were here, so I came to visit you, Master Zhu. This is some tea I brought; I don't know if it suits your taste."

"Put it down," the old man said.

Wang Xianzhe took the child from Lin Fengjiao's arms and walked up to the old man: "Master, this is my grandson. He hasn't been named yet; his nickname is Xiaohu. Please, Master, bestow a name upon him."

As soon as Xiaohu left the woman's embrace, he started crying loudly. The old man reached out and tickled his face with his finger, and the child miraculously stopped crying, grinning at the old man.

The old man held the child and comforted him for a while, then laughed, "What a pair of charming eyes! This little fellow will probably find you many granddaughters-in-law in the future."

Upon hearing this, the child's mother looked at the child's father with a half-smile, while the child's father quickly spread his hands to indicate that he was innocent.

The old man asked, "Did you bring the birth date and time?"

The old man quickly took out Xiao Hu's birth date and time and said,

"The child belongs to the 'Wen' generation. If the master feels it's inappropriate, you can name him without following the generation name."

"This old Taoist has spent his whole life studying talismans. This fortune-telling skill, the Ma Yi physiognomy, Zi Wei Dou Shu, and so on, is purely amateurish. Don't come looking for me if I'm wrong." He said while calculating the birth date and time.

"Not at all, not at all," the old man agreed with a smile.

"He's lacking the fire element, so let's name him 'Hui'," the old Taoist said.

"Good, good name," the old man said quickly.

Tang Ziliang, rolling his eyes, mischievously walked over and said, "Master, why don't you tell my fortune too?"

The old man glanced at him, initially nonchalant, but suddenly shuddered, rubbed his eyes, and leaned in for a closer look, muttering, "Strange, strange, you clearly have the face of someone destined for early life, how come you're now predicted to be wealthy, noble, and live a long life?

Could it be that some master sacrificed their own lifespan to change his fate?"

Holy crap! This old man is a monster!

Hearing the old man's mutterings, Tang Ziliang was so frightened he almost ran out the door.

The old man swiftly reached out and grabbed Tang Ziliang's wrist without resistance, feeling a burning sensation where the hand was gripped.

"Strange, he's full of energy! He's not a virgin anymore, how come he still retains his innate true essence?" The old man suddenly grabbed Tang Ziliang's collar and asked, "Boy, do you want to learn Taoism?"

Tang Ziliang quickly shook his head: "Um, Master, I already have a wife and son, I don't plan to become a Taoist priest. Besides, I like to eat meat, I'll starve to death if I eat vegetarian food all day."

"Who said that cultivating Taoism means becoming a Taoist priest? Who said that if you become a Taoist priest you can't marry, have children and eat meat?" The old man blew his beard and said, "Your bones are just right for cultivating Taoism, you haven't lost a wisp of innate true essence, you don't even need a foundation."

What is this? Innate true essence has appeared. Wang Ziqian looked bitter and wanted to shout: Director, this old man has entered the film set.

"I think I'd better not." Tang Ziliang refused no matter what. In his opinion, cultivating Taoism meant sitting at home meditating all day, he would be bored to death.

Seeing that Tang Ziliang wouldn't budge, the old man sighed regretfully,

"What a waste! What a waste!"

"Everyone has their own ambitions," Tang Ziliang chuckled.

The old man then turned to Lin Fengjiao, his expression increasingly puzzled, and said, "How come this girl's fate has also been changed? Strange, very strange, am I seeing things?" Suddenly, he said to Tang Ziliang, "Boy, come in with me!"

Without waiting for Tang Ziliang's agreement, the old man returned the child to Wang Xianzhe and pulled Tang Ziliang towards the inner room. Wang Zilian tried to resist, but felt that the bony, strong hand gripping him was as if made of steel.

In the inner room, Tang Ziliang looked at the old man anxiously, fearing that the other man would discover his true identity.

"Boy, are you a Wudang disciple?" the old man asked.

At this point, Tang Ziliang could only pretend to be confused, indicating that he didn't understand what Lie Fang was saying.

"Strange, truly bizarre." The old man grew increasingly confused, nearly going crazy.

Seeing that he seemed to possess genuine knowledge, Tang Ziliang timidly asked, "Master, is my fate bad?"

"Bad? It's practically perfect! In ancient times, you'd be an emperor, or at least a high-ranking official! I don't know which bastard pulled some strings, daring to do something so defying fate, not even afraid of incurring divine retribution." The old man glared and blew his beard.

Tang Ziliang felt a sudden surge of joy and said, "Master, if there's nothing else, shall I take my leave? I'll come back to learn from you another time."

The old man asked, "You really don't want to cultivate the Tao?"

"Uh, I don't have time right now," Tang Ziliang said shamelessly. "How about you give me a secret manual, Master, so I can take it home and practice it myself?"

"Practice it yourself?" The old man smiled knowingly, casually tossing a thread-bound ancient book over from the cabinet. "Then practice it yourself."

Tang Ziliang caught it, his smile freezing instantly. This wasn't some cultivation manual at all; it was just a cheap knock-off, the *Huangting Neijing Jing*. "Divine Canopy, Purple Smoke, Jade, Tribute Root—all those technical jargon! Even if I studied them for centuries, I still wouldn't understand.

" Tang Ziliang muttered, "Fine, don't teach me then, but why try to fool

me with this tattered book? So stingy!" The old man, furious that Tang Ziliang called the *Dongxuanzi Thirteen Classics* a worthless book, nearly killed him with a single blow. He later learned that the Wudang Taoist Tang Ziliang had once studied under was actually a disciple of Master Yun. Having obtained three protective talismans and the authentic *Dongxuanzi Thirteen Classics*, a secret manual for dual cultivation and health preservation, from Master Yun, Tang Ziliang was overjoyed and demanded 10,000 yuan as payment.

Besides the three protective talismans, the old Taoist said that if one diligently cultivated the *Dongxuanzi Thirteen Classics*, living to a hundred or eighty years old would be no problem.

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