[Fantasy] Sun Wukong's Seven-Day Holiday (Complete) - 4-6

Chapter 26 Officials and Merchants as One Family

Just as Wukong stepped out the door, he pulled his foot back. He thought he should take Ye Fang's pistol with him, go back and disassemble it to study its contents. Then he thought that going out like this would be too conspicuous and attract too much attention. So he devised a plan, secretly chanting the incantation, "Transform!" In the blink of an eye, he transformed into a bewitching woman. This woman had a rosy face, expressive eyes, and every gesture was captivating; her smile was enchanting. She was a perfect replica of the Jade Rakshasa Ye Fang!

Wukong returned to the room and put the pistol in his pocket. Upon seeing the real Ye Fang, he was greatly astonished and exclaimed, "Your disguise skills are so superb that even I can't tell the difference! Unbelievable, unbelievable!"

"If you're interested, I'll find a chance to teach you. But I'm really busy right now, let's do it another day, okay?"

Just as Wukong stepped out of the room, Xiao Xiang's personal maid, Xiao Hong, approached him. Seeing Wukong, Xiao Hong respectfully said, "Miss Ye, what a coincidence! I was just about to come looking for you. Master Xiao invites you to his residence to discuss something."

"Alright, I'll go with you right away," Wukong readily agreed. He thought to himself, "Heaven is on my side! This is a golden opportunity! I must seize the moment and find a way to steal back the Purple Gold Bowl."

Xiao Hong swayed her hips as she walked ahead, her round, pert buttocks undulating in waves, swaying gracefully. Wukong found it amusing and carefully imitated her, learning quite well. Just then, a security guard brushed past them. The two figures were already far away, but the guard remained standing there, stunned, watching the two alluring buttocks disappear into the distance, drool dripping from his mouth onto his shoes.

Wukong followed Xiao Hong, swaying all the way to Xiao Xiang's residence.

In the hall, three men sat intimately together on a sofa. One of them was thin and fair-skinned. Wukong recognized him immediately; they had just met that day. Who else could it be but Xiao Xiang?

"Ye Fang, come, let me introduce you," Xiao Xiang said warmly to Wukong.

"This is Vice Mayor Li," Xiao Xiang introduced the man on her left.

"Oh, Vice Mayor Li, hello," Wukong said politely. Looking up, he saw that this official surnamed Li had a full, round face and a prominent forehead. He exuded an official's dignity and authority.

"Hmm," the official simply snorted through his nostrils, a greeting in effect. His eyes, however, glanced intentionally or unintentionally at Wukong's ample bosom several times.

“This is Vice Mayor Li’s son, Young Master Li,” Xiao Xiang introduced the man on her right. Wukong looked up and saw that Young Master Li looked completely different from his father: a pointed mouth and monkey-like face, a lewd appearance, and a pair of darting eyes that kept staring at Wukong’s chest.

He probably wasn’t his father’s biological son, Wukong guessed. Apart from inheriting and even embracing his lecherousness, there was almost nothing similar between them. Looking at his appearance, if Xiao Xiang hadn’t introduced him beforehand, Wukong would have thought he was a relative who survived the fire in Flower Fruit Mountain.

Young Master Li’s attitude was completely different from his father’s, excessively enthusiastic. He looked at Wukong with fervent eyes and greeted, “Miss Ye, right? Come, come, sit here.” He eagerly moved his body over.

Wukong looked over and saw that there was only a palm’s width of space next to Young Master Li. It was difficult to even sit sideways, let alone fit his whole buttocks in. So he hesitated.

“Miss Ye, come and sit down! Don’t be so shy, treating me like an outsider. Although this is our first meeting, your boss Xiao and I have been good friends for many years!” Young Master Li’s expression was a bit unpleasant.

Xiao Xiang quickly laughed it off: “Of course, of course, Young Master Li and I are good friends! Ye Fang, aren’t you usually inseparable from men? What’s wrong with you today? You’re acting all coy, like a virgin.”

Wukong didn’t want to give himself away, so he went over and sat down. As soon as he sat down, he regretted it immensely. It turned out that Young Master Li had body odor, and a strong smell of body odor mixed with perfume hit him, making him feel nauseous. Wukong almost vomited up his dinner from the night before.

Young Master Li, however, was quite self-satisfied. He deliberately squeezed closer to Wukong, saying, "I just heard Boss Xiao say that Miss Ye is not only exceptionally skilled in martial arts but also incomparably beautiful. At first, I was a little skeptical, thinking Boss Xiao was exaggerating. But now that I've seen her in person, it turns out Boss Xiao wasn't exaggerating at all. Seeing is believing; Miss Ye is indeed stunningly beautiful." He casually placed one hand on Wukong's thigh.

"Not at all, Young Master Li, you flatter me. Young Master Li, you are truly a dragon among men, with a distinguished bearing and extraordinary appearance." Wukong felt goosebumps all over, really wanting to kick him to the ground. But he was also curious about the connection between this Young Master Li and Wutong Yeyu, so he buried his disgust deep inside and didn't lash out.

Young Master Li, thinking Wukong was flattering him, said with a smile, "Haha, Miss Ye, you really know how to tell the truth. You've made me a little embarrassed. Actually, I'm not as perfect as you imagine!"

Wukong was completely dumbfounded. People say that a braggart is thick-skinned, but Young Master Li's skin was even thicker!

Official Li had remained silent until he saw his son so engrossed in flirting, then his expression darkened. He said coldly, "Qing'er, you can't seem to shake this bad habit. Your eyes light up at the sight of a pretty woman, causing one trouble after another. Sooner or later, I'll lose my official position because of you."

"How could that be? Father, you are wise and great, with extraordinary talent and strategy. Your position is more secure than Mount Tai!" Young Master Li flattered his father.

Official Li wasn't buying it. His face remained icy. "Stop flattering me. Your father doesn't fall for that. Remember, what was your purpose in coming to Wutong Manor?"

Young Master Li dared not continue his frivolous smile.

"Ye Fang, I called you here because I have something to discuss," Xiao Xiang said to Wukong.

"What do you need me to do, Master Xiao? Please give your orders," Wukong replied.

"It's like this," Xiao Xiang continued, "yesterday at the Liufu Hotel, a woman jumped from a building. To be honest, the woman surnamed Yan had some issues with Young Master Li, and unable to cope, she jumped. It was originally a very small matter, but a reporter surnamed Yang from the TV station recorded it and broadcast it on television, revealing the police's initial suspicions. Now, rumors are circulating that Young Master Li raped the woman surnamed Yan first. Considering that this public opinion might be detrimental to Lord Li's reputation, we've arrested the reporter surnamed Yang. You can talk to her privately later and have her publicly deny it on television, admitting that the woman surnamed Yan committed suicide and that no one else was involved. Women can communicate easily." Xiao Xiang went on and on.

Wukong finally understood; the truth was exactly as Old Man Yan had described. These wicked villains are despicable! Not only do they show no remorse, but they also try every means to conceal the truth and deceive everyone. They are truly hateful!

"But what effect can the words of a mere reporter have? The woman surnamed Yan probably has family and relatives. Can you silence them all?" Wukong asked.

"Don't worry, our plan is very thorough and watertight. The woman surnamed Yan only has a dying grandfather at home. I have already had him brought here, so he won't be allowed to speak or act recklessly outside," Xiao Xiang said confidently.

"Boss Xiao, you are truly thoughtful. I am extremely fortunate to have a friend like you!" The dark expression on Lord Li's face gradually softened.

"Lord Li, you're being too polite! I, Xiao Xiang, am deeply grateful for your kindness and consideration! We're all family behind closed doors, so let's not waste time with formalities. I just hope this matter is resolved smoothly and won't cause you any harm; that would be a great relief for me," Xiao Xiang said ingratiatingly. "Ye Fang

, go and tell the security guards to bring the old man surnamed Yan here. Remember, be very polite," Xiao Xiang instructed.

Chapter 27 Strategic Planning

Lord Li's expression gradually brightened, and his furrowed brows relaxed. He said slowly, "Qing'er, you're over thirty now, not young anymore. You do nothing but flirt all day. And you don't even know how to wipe your own bottom after you've done something wrong, so Boss Xiao has to clean it for you. Are you happy about that?" Xiao

Xiang quickly put on a smile and said, "It's my duty. What's Mr. Li's business is my business."

Lord Li stopped being polite and picked up his phone to make a call. "Hello, is this Old Zheng from the police station? This is Li Datong. Hehe, just wanted to chat. How's the case of the suicide yesterday? What? A large number of reporters are surrounding the police station wanting to interview? Remember, we need to keep the same story: the woman surnamed Yan has a history of mental illness, and yesterday she suddenly had a mental breakdown and jumped to her death. As for the evidence, you, as the director, need to figure it out..."

The call lasted a long time. Lord Li remained calm and composed, as if he had everything under control.

"Boss Xiao, the old man surnamed Yan has arrived and is waiting at the door," a security guard reported as he entered.

"Please let him in!" Lord Li said hurriedly after finishing the phone call.

Old Man Yan shuffled into the hall. His steps were heavy, his face filled with sorrow, and his withered body stood alone and desolate in the large hall.

"Come, come, please make yourself at home," Xiao Xiang said politely.

Old Man Yan didn't sit down, remaining standing and surveying the people in the hall with a suspicious gaze.

"Hehe, let me introduce you. These two are Vice Mayor Li and his son," Xiao Xiang introduced him.

Old Man Yan's withered body jolted as if struck by lightning. He stared at Young Master Li with resentful eyes, his eyes seeming to spit fire.

"It was you? You killed my beloved granddaughter?"

Young Master Li felt a chill run down his spine from Old Man Yan's venomous gaze and was momentarily speechless.

"Uncle Yan, please don't be agitated, it's just a misunderstanding," Xiao Xiang quickly reassured him.

"A misunderstanding? Haha, what a misunderstanding!" Old Man Yan burst into laughter, his voice sharp and terrifying. "So, Little Swallow's suicide was just a misunderstanding?"

As he spoke, tears streamed down his face, and he slumped to the ground.

"Uncle Yan, I understand your feelings. Suddenly losing your only family member is indeed a heavy blow," Lord Li said solemnly. "However, you may have misunderstood some details. Qing'er only wanted to be friends with your granddaughter, Yan Yan. He was sincere and had no other ill intentions." Lord Li said gently.

"Yes, yes! I genuinely wanted to be friends with Yan Yan, but she thought I didn't meet her standards and jumped off the building to her death," Young Master Li hurriedly confessed.

"Don't try to deny it! I'm not senile, easily fooled by a beast in human clothing like you! Kind people have already told me that you've always harbored ill intentions towards my Xiao Yanzi, but Xiao Yanzi isn't greedy for wealth and has no affection for your advances, only disgust. So yesterday, you beast, you forced yourself on her and raped her, driving Xiao Yanzi to her death. You're utterly inhuman!" The old man cried , tears streaming down his face.

Seeing the situation was about to escalate, Xiao Xiang quickly stepped in to smooth things over, saying, "Perhaps things aren't as you say. Don't be swayed by one side and be used by those with ulterior motives. What kind of person is Young Master Li? Surrounded by countless beauties, he would never commit rape."

"Yes, yes! There are beauties everywhere, why would I do something as despicable as rape? Don't you agree, Miss Ye?" Young Master Li looked at Wukong, appearing innocent, his right hand, resting on Wukong's thigh, subtly moving.

Wukong felt as if he had swallowed ten flies, filled with utter disgust. "I'm going to strangle you, you utterly wicked bastard!" Wukong roared inwardly. "You even dare to flirt with me, you little rascal!

You're too audacious!" "Old man, the dead can't be brought back to life. Your grief won't change anything. I know your family's situation well. Why don't we sit down and talk calmly?" Xiao Xiang suggested.

The old man remained silent, tears streaming down his face.

"Young Master Li and your granddaughter Yan Yan are friends, and he sympathizes with your plight. He's willing to give you some money so you can live out your remaining years in peace. What do you think?" Xiao Xiang said.

The old man didn't even lift his eyelids.

Thinking the old man was tempted, Xiao Xiang continued, "The only condition is that after you leave here, if you encounter reporters, say that your granddaughter has a history of mental illness and frequent episodes. Yesterday's jump was due to a sudden mental episode, and had nothing to do with anyone else. As for the money..."

Xiao Xiang paused, looking at Li Qing with a questioning gaze.

"Money is no problem. As long as you can do it, I'll give him a million," Young Master Li said generously.

"Haha, Little Swallow, your life is worth a million!" Old Man Yan laughed angrily, saying bitterly, "You've all just admitted your mistake. You were just saying it was a misunderstanding, but if that were true, would you have spent a million to clear it up?"

"Young Master Li just couldn't bear to see you in such a miserable old age, and out of compassion, he wanted to help you out," Xiao Xiang said with an embarrassed smile.

"Yes, I've always been soft-hearted and can't stand seeing others suffer,"

Young Master Li said. "Then you've become this old man's benefactor? It seems I'll have to go home and set up a longevity tablet for you to worship," Old Man Yan teased.

"No need for that, I'll just remember it in my heart," Young Master Li said modestly.

"Pah! Who do you think you are?" Old Man Yan, seeing Li Qing's shameless demeanor, felt even more resentful and shouted, "I won't take a single penny of your filthy money! I'd rather starve to death than exchange my conscience for money!"

Li Qing hadn't expected the old man to change his attitude so quickly, so he said with a stern face, "You old devil, you don't know what's good for you! You're practically on your deathbed, yet you still try to talk about backbone? Who do you think you are, Bao Zheng? Let me tell you, we've come to you in such a humble manner only to use you to quell the public outcry, not because we're afraid of you. Since you won't cooperate, you won't even have a chance to speak!" Li Qing simply tore off the mask of politeness and said viciously.

"I'm just an old man, and I really don't have many days left, so don't try to scare me. Since I dare to turn against you, I don't plan to leave here alive."

"Hmph, still so stubborn. It's easy to silence you, isn't it? Dead men tell no tales." Li Qing said disdainfully.

Seeing that the matter was beyond negotiation, Xiao Xiang simply dropped her pretense, revealing her true, ferocious nature. She said, "Old Yan, you're refusing a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit. Why bother? As the saying goes, the common people don't fight with officials, and the poor don't fight with the rich. Aren't you courting death?"

"There's nothing to cherish in life, and what harm is there in death? It's just that I'm not reconciled. You hypocrites, committing countless evil deeds,

yet you get away with it. Where is justice?" the old man said sorrowfully. Li Qing stood up angrily, splashing a cup of tea in the old man's face, and said fiercely, "Since you're so eager to die, I'll grant your wish." He kicked the old man to the ground.

"Qing'er, what are you doing?" Lord Li, who had been observing the situation silently, asked unhappily.

"Dad, this old man is so stubborn. Keeping him around is a recipe for disaster. Let's just get rid of him and be done with it!"

"Fool! You never think before you act! Sometimes I just don't understand why I, Li Datong, who's been so clever all my life, have such a simple-minded son like you! Go home and ask your mother if you're really my flesh and blood. Boss Xiao, send someone to detain this old man surnamed Yan. I'll need him later."

"Yes, sir, as you command, Lord Li." Xiao Xiang said, "Ye Fang, go find two security guards and take old man Yan away. Also, bring the female reporter surnamed Yang here."

Chapter 28: Using Both Soft and Hard Approaches

The female reporter was led into the lobby. Wukong looked closely and recognized her immediately – it was Yang Ru! He remembered her vividly. On television, she had called him a madman; on set, she had slapped him. Seeing her, Wukong's cheeks still felt a little burning.

"Mr. Yang, I apologize for inviting you here," Xiao Xiang said politely.

Yang Ru, however, wasn't so composed. Her eyes widened, and she shouted, "Who are you? What are your intentions in kidnapping me here?"

"Hehe, don't use the word 'kidnapping,' okay? I'm being very polite. Don't you even recognize me? I'm Xiao Xiang from Wutong Yeyu," Xiao Xiang introduced herself. He thought to himself, "This young lady will probably be too scared to stand after hearing this name."

"Oh, so it's Boss Xiao, I've heard so much about you," Yang Ru said calmly, not collapsing to the ground in fear. Deep down, she felt a sense of panic; she had stumbled upon a formidable figure.

"I'm a star entrepreneur, you know. But I can't blame you; I heard you just graduated from university and haven't been working at the radio station for long." Xiao Xiang's confidence was severely shaken. She hadn't realized someone could stand so straight just because they heard her name. "You should remember Vice Mayor Li standing next to me, right?" Xiao Xiang said expressionlessly.

"Oh, it's Vice Mayor Li. No wonder you look familiar."

Vice Mayor Li nodded kindly and said, "Young Yang, you're young and promising! Keep up the good work, the world is yours."

Yang Ru wasn't flattered; she just asked, puzzled, "Today I went to the Liufu Hotel for an interview, and suddenly several burly men shoved me into a van. I thought I'd been kidnapped. So why did you 'invite' me here? It can't just be a simple invitation for tea, can it?" "

Of course, there's a purpose to inviting you here. I don't like beating around the bush, so let's get straight to the point. Regarding the case of the woman surnamed Yan jumping off the building, please don't continue your investigation. The police have already concluded that the woman committed suicide due to a mental breakdown, not the rape and murder rumored. Focus your energy elsewhere; don't waste government resources on this matter." Vice Mayor Li said sternly.

“However, the police station’s conclusions are inconsistent, which is very strange. Just one night apart, the conclusions are completely different. At the scene, I personally heard the forensic doctor say that Yan Yan showed signs of sexual assault. I feel that Yan Yan’s suicide was not simply a mental breakdown; there must be more to it,” Yang Ru said calmly.

“That’s just your personal speculation. Don’t let your superior’s assumptions mislead your actions, otherwise you’ll easily go astray,” Officer Li said earnestly.

“As a journalist, I have an obligation and responsibility to get to the bottom of things,” Yang Ru said righteously, with the fearlessness of a newborn calf.

It was surprising that Yang Ru, at such a young age, possessed such backbone. Wukong secretly admired her.

“Upholding principles is certainly a virtue, but going too far becomes stubbornness. Being too stubborn comes at a price, sometimes the price of life,” Xiao Xiang reminded her.

“Are you implying something?” Yang Ru said disdainfully.

"Not at all, I was just reminding you. Trouble only arises from those who stick their necks out!"

"It seems the rumors aren't entirely unfounded," Yang Ru said calmly. "If I'm not mistaken, this must be Young Master Li?"

"You have a good eye, you guessed it right away. What a nuisance, with my handsome face, pretty girls can easily recognize me anywhere." Young Master Li was secretly delighted.

Yang Ru almost vomited. She thought to herself, the Li family probably doesn't even have a mirror. But he really should take a piss and look at his monkey-like reflection.

"The rumors circulating are all wild speculations; how can you take them seriously?" Lord Li said sternly. "You are young and beautiful, with excellent eloquence, and have a bright future in the journalism world. As long as you stop obsessing over this matter and promise to refute the rumors on television, I, Li, guarantee with my integrity that your future will be bright!"

Yang Ru was uninterested in his promise and said sharply, "Vice Mayor Li has repeatedly asked me to give up my investigation into this matter. Could it be that this matter has some connection with you?"

Li Datong's face flushed red and then turned pale. He said angrily, "Reporter Yang, everyone's patience has its limits. Don't be so aggressive! You should know that even a cornered dog will jump over the wall." Li Datong really did look like a cornered dog, and his previous gentle and refined manner had vanished without a trace.

"Please forgive my dullness; I don't quite understand what you mean by that. It seems that you are the ones being aggressive, not me. However, I am a reporter, and I must fulfill my duties as a reporter!" Yang Ru was not intimidated at all.

"Xiao Hong, take Reporter Yang to the guest room. Ye Fang, you go too, have a good talk with Reporter Yang," Xiao Xiang instructed. He wanted to use a soft approach.

"Yes, Boss Xiao. Please come with me, ladies."

"I'm not going! Let me tell you, it's the same no matter who's the intermediary, I won't change my mind!" Yang Ru said firmly.

"Go ahead, Reporter Yang, it's better for us sisters to chat than to chat with these big men," Wu Kong said, annoyed by Young Master Li's groping, looking for an opportunity to escape.

Xiao Hong led the two to the guest room, brewed a pot of top-quality Longjing tea, poured it, and said, "Please have some tea, ladies!"

"Alright, that's all for you, you can leave now," Wu Kong said.

Xiao Hong quietly closed the door and turned to leave.

"Miss Yang, it's been a long time," Wu Kong greeted the ignoring Yang Ru.

"Hmph, we're complete strangers, don't pretend we're old friends. And if you're here as a persuader, save your breath. I'm a stubborn person. From childhood to adulthood, I've always done what I believe is right, without considering the consequences." Yang Ru wasn't buying it.

"But have you ever thought that because of your stubbornness, you might lose this job you love, or even your life? Do you think it's worth it?" Wukong probed her. He wanted to know if Yang Ru could truly be fearless in the face of death.

"Are you trying to scare me? Let me tell you, I'm not afraid! Aolai is a society governed by law, and it won't tolerate your kind of recklessness."

"Wutong Yeyu has never believed in the rule of law; we only believe in might." Wukong said softly, "As long as you behave, you'll have many benefits!"

"A seductive woman like you is obviously no good. I'm sorry, I really don't want to hear any more of your lectures." Yang Ru looked disgusted, and without another word, pushed Wukong towards the door and immediately closed it.

"Hey, that Yang Ru, she's got a really fiery temper, she even locked the door." Wukong, at a loss, had no choice but to go downstairs.

"Ye Fang, how did the talk go?" Xiao Xiang asked anxiously as she saw Wukong come down. Wukong shrugged, spread his hands, and said, "She kicked me out."

"Damn it, that girl doesn't respect Wutong Night Rain at all! Since that's the case, I won't be polite to her, I'll let her know the consequences of going against me." Xiao Xiang was so angry her nose almost twisted.

"What does Master Xiao plan to do with her?" Wukong asked.

"Oh dear, such a beautiful girl, Master Xiao, please don't be rough with her, you'll scare her. Let me handle it, I'll use my handsome and dashing charm to win her over." Young Master Li volunteered.

Xiao Xiang glanced at Young Master Li, completely lacking confidence, but not wanting to refuse him outright and hurt his pride, she reluctantly said, "Young Master Li, with you personally taking charge, success is assured. However, this woman surnamed Yang has a fiery temper and might be a threat to you."

"Haha, Boss Xiao, please rest assured! How could a weak woman like her possibly harm me? Watch me, I guarantee I'll make her submit!"

Chapter 29: Lust is a Knife Above One's Head

Full of confidence, Mr. Li walked up to the second floor. Yang Ru's door was tightly shut, and he was met with a refusal.

He knocked lightly twice and said, "Ms. Yang, it's me, Li Qing. Please open the door and let me in."

To his surprise, the door actually opened. Yang Ru stood in the doorway, staring intently at him.

Li Qing was overjoyed, thinking, "Hey, my name, Mr. Li, is indeed impressive! So many pretty girls throw themselves at me just because of my name. It turns out Yang Ru isn't immune either; she was just putting on an act because there were so many people around.

" "Ms. Yang, are you happy to see me?" Li Qing asked, casually adjusting his hair.

"Please come in, you're most welcome," Yang Ru said politely, secretly turning on the voice recorder in her pocket. She was truly thankful that these villains had only snatched her handbag, taking her phone, wallet, and other items, while the voice recorder in her inner pocket had survived. She planned to trick Li Qing into telling the truth, which, if she had a chance to escape his clutches, could serve as strong evidence against him for his crimes.

"Miss Yang, you're such a talented young woman to become a reporter," Li Qing said, drooling as he sat down next to Yang Ru.

"I'm hardly a talented woman, just trying to make a living," Yang Ru said casually.

"Being a reporter isn't easy, always running around, so much pressure, it must be tiring, right?"

"No choice, everyone needs a job

to make a living." "You're young and beautiful, why suffer so much? Have you considered marrying a rich man, not having to work, spending all your money, and enjoying life? Life is only a few decades long, there's no need to toil away for two meals a day, don't you think?" Li Qing began to preach his philosophy of life again. This approach often had unexpected results when used on pretty young women.

"That's true, but finding a rich, unmarried man is harder than winning the lottery!" Yang Ru deliberately sighed softly.

"Hehe, you have a man like that right in front of you." Li Qing laughed shamelessly.

"Oh, you're not joking, are you? With a talent like Young Master Li, no woman is willing to marry you?"

"There are enough women willing to marry me to form an army, but I haven't met one I truly like until I met you today." Li Qing said with deep affection. He had said this countless times, so he said it quite fluently.

"You've probably said this to many girls, haven't you?"

"No, I swear, this is the first one I've said it to you. Miss Yang, do you know? You're not only beautiful, but you also have a great temperament, like a lotus flower, fresh and refined. From the first moment I saw you, I was deeply captivated by you. Promise me you'll be my girlfriend, go back and quit your job today, come with me, and you'll live the high life. If you want the moon in the sky, I'll find a way to get it for you." Li Qing confessed tenderly, taking Yang Ru's hand and gently holding and caressing it.

"Young Master Li, you're so gentle with girls, you must have many admirers, right?" Yang Ru said coquettishly, barely suppressing her disgust.

"Of course! Every girl I've met says in unison that I'm not only handsome and dashing, but also understanding, gentle, and considerate," Li Qing boasted.

"Really? Including Yan Yan?" Yang Ru asked casually.

"Don't mention Yan Yan, okay? I don't want to hear that name!" Li Qing seemed displeased.

"Why?"

"Just thinking about her annoys me. I've never seen such an ungrateful person. Being noticed by me, Young Master Li, is her greatest blessing, yet she's completely ungrateful. I've asked her out several times, and she keeps making excuses." Li Qing was somewhat agitated.

"So, you're going to experience the taste of failure for the first time with her? That's so embarrassing!" Yang Ru deliberately used reverse psychology.

"Hmph, the word 'failure' doesn't exist in my dictionary, Li Qing's dictionary. Telling you won't hurt, because you're almost mine. I used a little trick, just one 'Xiaoyao Pill,' and I took her down. But there's a regret; this girl has a fiery temper, and she actually jumped off a building because of it."

"Oh, you actually used drugs on Yan Yan? That's too despicable!"

"Haha, I have many more methods. To be frank, any girl I, Li Qing, set my sights on, I can get her into bed, including you." Li Qing said shamelessly, "You spent so much effort investigating, just to know the truth. Now I've told you the truth, satisfied your curiosity, haven't you?"

Li Qing's fearless attitude chilled Yang Ru to the bone. She hadn't realized there were such shameless people in the world. She coldly asked, "Aren't you afraid of the severe punishment of the law for being so audacious?"

"Haha, Miss Yang is so naive, adorably naive, I like it!" Li Qing laughed, wrapping his arms around Yang Ru's slender waist and kissing her face.

"Get out of here, you beast in human clothing!" Yang Ru shoved him away forcefully, shouting angrily.

Li Qing was surprised by Yang Ru's sudden change of attitude, who had been so compliant. He said, puzzled, "Weren't we having a good chat? Why the sudden turn on me? I really don't understand you girls."

"Hmph, do you think you're that popular? Let me tell you the truth, I just wanted to know from you how Yan Yan died. I didn't expect your methods to be so despicable. Just wait for the severe punishment of the law!" Yang Ru said righteously.

"Hehe, so your meekness just now was all an act. You're quite cunning! But you've used your cunning in the wrong place. I was just saying it; can that be used as evidence? Besides, whether you can even walk out this door is another question." Li Qing remained calm and composed, not flustered at all.

"You dare imprison me? You should know that violating a citizen's personal freedom is an even greater crime."

"I'm not afraid of being punished ten times more severely! I think you'd better be sensible and come with me obediently. I swear to the TV, I will treat you well! Come on, let's get intimate." Saying this, he pounced on Yang Ru.

Yang Ru hurriedly dodged, and in her haste, she grabbed the guest room lamp and smashed it on Li Qing's head. Li Qing turned his head and narrowly avoided it. The lamp fell to the ground with a loud crash and shattered.

This loud noise alerted everyone in the downstairs hall.

"Could something have happened?" Lord Li asked anxiously, concerned for his son's safety.

"There won't be any problems. Yang Ru is a refined young lady, she can't even catch a chicken, what trouble could she cause! Maybe..." Xiao Xiang gave a meaningful, lewd laugh, looking extremely vulgar and obscene.

"This little beast, always forgetting himself when he sees a beautiful woman, a leopard can't change its spots." Lord Li said harshly, but made no move to stop him.

“Young people, their love of beauty is understandable. Lord Li, there's no need to get angry and harm your health. Besides, if they can consummate their relationship, it will save you trouble and eliminate one more worry,” Xiao Xiang analyzed shrewdly.

A muffled sound came from upstairs, like the sound of a television being smashed.

“The situation seems bad! I'd better go up and check, lest I accidentally hurt Young Master Li,” Wukong volunteered.

“Then I'll trouble Miss Ye to go,” Lord Li said, also a little worried.

“Ye Fang, go quickly,” Xiao Xiang hurriedly added.

Wukong didn't need his urging; in the blink of an eye, he was on the second floor. The guest room door was locked, but Wukong kicked it open.

Yang Ru was pinned to the floor by Li Qing, her top torn to shreds, revealing her pink bra. She struggled desperately, using her hands and feet. However, her strength was waning, and she was clearly at a disadvantage. Li Qing ripped off her bra.

Yang Ru's proud, jade-like breasts were completely exposed. Yang Ru cried out in surprise, and in her haste, unleashed extraordinary strength, slapping Li Qing hard across the face.

Li Qing, ignoring the pain, quickly grabbed her hands. Turning around, he saw Wukong enter and hurriedly called out, "Miss Yang, come quickly and help!"

"Okay, I'll come help you right away." Wukong walked over and kicked Li Qing hard in the rib area. A crisp cracking sound rang out; half of Li Qing's ribs were probably broken.

The poor, lust-fueled young master Li, without even a groan, collapsed to the ground like a dead dog.

Chapter 030 The Shy Rose

Things took an unexpected turn, and Yang Ru was overjoyed.

"Miss Ye, when you came to mediate earlier, I thought you were one of them, I almost misunderstood you! Thank you for saving me. If it weren't for your help, I'm afraid I would have already fallen victim to this beast in human clothing." Yang Ru grabbed Wukong's hands and said emotionally.

At this moment, Yang Ru was naked from the waist up, her fair skin completely exposed, a breathtaking sight to behold. Her breasts were pert and beautifully curved, their pink nipples like two vibrant grapes, alluring to the eye. Although Wukong was now disguised as Ye Fang, he was still a passionate young man at heart, and he felt dizzy and his blood was surging. He blushed with embarrassment and hurriedly said, "Xiao Ru, your clothes..."

Yang Ru glanced at herself and immediately blushed deeply. She thought to herself that the joy of surviving a disaster had made her lose her composure. Luckily, the other person was also a woman, otherwise she would have been utterly ashamed. She quickly turned away, saying shyly, "How embarrassing! How can I leave this room! This beast is truly hateful."

Yang Ru's bare back was smooth and delicate, with captivating curves, possessing a unique and mesmerizing beauty. Wukong was completely mesmerized; such a beautiful sight was truly intoxicating. He exclaimed passionately, "Xiao Ru, I never imagined your back view could be so captivating!"

Yang Ru was so ashamed she wanted to disappear into the ground, saying, "Sister, please stop teasing me! Please think of something for me, okay?"

Wukong snapped out of his daze, thinking, "How am I any different from Li Qing lying on the ground, looking so lecherous? It's clear that all men are inherently lustful." He took a deep breath, composed himself, and gently closed the door he had just kicked open, walking over to Li Qing. Li Qing

lay limp on the ground like a dead dog, motionless. Wukong placed his hand under his nose, checked his breath, and muttered to himself, "He's still breathing, he won't die. I'll let him live a few more days." He thought to himself, "If it weren't for the Buddha's repeated warnings against indiscriminate killing, given my temperament, I would have definitely taken your dog's life."

Wukong took off Li Qing's shirt and handed it to Yang Ru, saying, "Xiao Ru, just wear this for now!"

Yang Ru took it, and a pungent, nauseating smell of body odor hit her, causing her to involuntarily cover her nose.

"It stinks!" Yang Ru said disgustedly, really wanting to throw it away.

"Just wear it! It's better than being naked. There are two perverts outside. Do you want a free live nude show?"

Yang Ru suppressed her strong nausea and put on the shirt.

At this moment, footsteps came from the door. Wukong warily stepped to the door.

"Ye Fang, what's going on in there?" It was Xiao Xiang's voice.

"Shh, don't be loud. It's nothing, they're just being affectionate." Wukong opened the door a crack and said softly.

"Let me see." Xiao Xiang leered and tried to peek in.

"What are you looking at? Aren't you afraid of ruining Young Master Li's good time?" Wukong quickly stopped her.

Xiao Xiang understood immediately, and said with a lewd smile, "Then what are you still doing here? Waiting in line?"

"Get lost, who's as lewd as you? I'm serving them."

"Then serve them well, don't neglect Young Master Li." Xiao Xiang chuckled wickedly, turned and tiptoed away.

"Sister, who exactly are you? Why are you helping me instead? Although I don't know why you joined Wutong Night Rain, my intuition tells me you're a kind-hearted person." Yang Ru turned to face Wukong and said sincerely.

"We're all women, how could I stand by and watch this beast humiliate me?" Wukong made up a reason.

Yang Ru walked over and hugged Wukong tightly, saying emotionally, "Sister, you saved my chastity, which means you saved my life. I will remember your great kindness for the rest of my life! Let me be your sister, okay?"

Seeing her tearful eyes and pitiful appearance, Wukong thought that if he didn't agree soon, she might cry, so he quickly said, "Okay, okay, I'll be your sister."

"That's wonderful!" Yang Ru pressed her rosy cheek against Wukong's face, saying happily.

Her smooth, black hair brushed against Wukong's face, tickling him and giving him a strange feeling.

"Alright, don't cling to your sister like a child. Let's think about how to get out of this awful place," Wukong said seriously.

Yang Ru still didn't want to let go, holding Wukong tightly, saying, "I'll do whatever you say, sister." Her breath was fragrant, intoxicating Wukong.

"No, like this, my mind goes blank, I can't think of anything," Wukong protested.

Yang Ru had no choice but to reluctantly let go.

“There are many people in Wutong Manor. If we force our way out, it probably won't work, because you have no martial arts skills and can hardly protect yourself. Besides, they have guns, which is quite troublesome.” Wukong frowned in thought.

“In broad daylight, do you think they would dare to shoot?” Yang Ru was skeptical. Shooting and killing only happened in police and gangster movies.

“Don’t be so naive, okay? What is Wutong Night Rain? It’s an outright gangster organization that kills without blinking an eye! If you go out like this, ten lives wouldn’t be enough to kill you!” Wukong scared her.

Yang Ru was indeed frightened, and said in a trembling voice, “Then aren’t we doomed?”

“Ha, you’re really strange. Just now you were speaking so passionately in the hall, ready to die, how come you’re so scared that your voice is distorted now?” Wukong joked with her.

“Just now I was filled with anger, I didn’t care about the consequences. Besides, I was alone just now, it wouldn’t matter if I died. Now I’ve dragged you into this for no reason, and I can’t rest easy.”

Wukong was very moved when he heard this. This young girl is not only strong-willed but also considerate of others; she's truly rare. We need to find a good way to rescue such an extraordinary woman.

"How about this," Wukong suggested, "since Li Qing won't wake up anytime soon, let's go out dressed like this, tell them Li Qing needs to sleep a little longer, and then try to sneak out." If he were alone, Wukong wouldn't bother racking his brains for a solution; he'd just grab his golden cudgel and charge out. But with Yang Ru involved, the situation was completely different.

Yang Ru, of course, had no objections. In her mind, Wukong was the most trustworthy person right now.

"Stay calm," Wukong instructed, "act as if nothing happened. If anything goes wrong, don't panic; just listen to me."

Yang Ru nodded. Looking at Li Qing on the ground, she asked, "What should we do with this guy?"

"Whatever you want. If you kill him, I won't object," Wukong said with a smile.

“I wouldn’t even dare kill a chicken, how could I dare kill a person? But I’m not satisfied with just letting him go like this.” Yang Ru walked over and spat a few times at Li Qing’s ugly face.

“You think this is how you vent your anger?” Wukong found it a bit ridiculous.

“Yeah, if I don’t vent my anger like this, do you expect me to retaliate in kind and strip him naked?” Thinking of her disheveled state of being naked just now, Yang Ru still felt a little ashamed.

“No need then. Strip him naked, and it'll be an eyesore. He's just a beast in clothes,” Wukong said with a laugh. Yang Ru laughed too.

“Alright, let’s go downstairs,” Wukong said.

In the living room, Xiao Xiang was chatting with Lord Li, laughing heartily at something amusing.

Seeing Wukong and Yang Ru come downstairs together, Lord Li was slightly taken aback and said, “Eh, why are only the two of you? Where’s Li Qing?”

“Young Master Li is too tired and wants to sleep and rest,” Wukong said sweetly, giving him a flirtatious wink.

“Heh, that beast, he’s really talking nonsense. We’re racking our brains for him here, and he’s sleeping soundly like nothing’s wrong. What a heartless beast,” Lord Li laughed and scolded.

"Young man, a little indulgence now and then is understandable. Please don't get angry, Lord Li," Xiao Xiang advised, then looked at Wukong and asked, "How's the matter with Reporter Yang going?"

"Miss Yang is already Young Master Li's woman. What else could possibly happen?" Wukong replied sweetly.

"That's right, that's right!" Xiao Xiang nodded knowingly, satisfied.

Chapter 31 A Thunderous Strike

Lord Li's eyes were fixed on Yang Ru. Wearing a men's shirt, Yang Ru's high breasts stretched taut, her proud peaks seeming ready to burst free at any moment. Men's clothes worn by a woman, surprisingly, had a unique charm.

"You little beast, even giving a woman a shirt to wear! Does he intend to appear in public dressed as a woman? Shameless!" Lord Li wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth, cursing inwardly.

"Master Xiao, if there's nothing else, I'll take Reporter Yang back to where she is," Wukong suggested.

"No need to take her away. Now that we're family, that place isn't for Miss Yang. Sit down and have some tea. When Young Master Li wakes up, we'll go out for a drink to celebrate!" Xiao Xiang wouldn't let her leave.

"Yes, yes, it's rare to find Miss Yang so understanding. I'll toast her later. Miss Yang, Li Qing's innocence was preserved entirely thanks to you!" Lord Li said loudly. Li Qing still has an innocence? Even the excrement in that latrine smells good then. Yang Ru cursed inwardly.

Wukong was secretly anxious. Damn it, these two old foxes, getting in the way, they're full of tricks. He couldn't think of an excuse to leave, so he could only sit down and wait and see.

The four of them sat together drinking tea, each with their own thoughts. Yang Ru's expression gradually became anxious. If she stayed any longer, she would be exposed sooner or later. She glanced at Wukong, who seemed nonchalant, just sipping his tea. Yang Ru, unsure of his true intentions, kept her thoughts to herself as he remained impassive, head bowed, lost in thought.

Xiao Xiang's maid, Xiao Hong, entered from outside, glanced around at everyone in the hall, then whispered a few words in Xiao Xiang's ear.

Xiao Xiang's expression changed drastically. He stared at Wukong as if he were a monster, his eyes filled with disbelief and confusion.

"Are you sure?" Xiao Xiang asked softly.

Xiao Hong nodded firmly.

Xiao Xiang swiftly drew his gun, glaring at Wukong, and said, "Sun Wukong, you injured Ye Fang, and you dare to impersonate her to fool me? You've got some nerve!"

"Master Xiao, are you senile? Don't listen to slander! I am the real Ye Fang!" Wukong said in a coquettish voice.

"Hmph, you've got a good act. But you should know that the truth can't be hidden forever. I ask you, how many villas are there in Wutong Manor? How many people are there in Wutong Night Rain?"

Knowing he could no longer hide it, Wukong laughed loudly, leaped seven or eight zhang away, secretly chanted the incantation, and said, "Transform!" In the blink of an eye, a tall, handsome, and imposing Sun Wukong stood before everyone, dragging a thick iron rod. He chuckled and said, "How boring, you gave yourself away so quickly. I was hoping to play longer."

Yang Ru was overjoyed, her pale face filled with anticipation.

"Xiao Ru, come over here."

Hearing this, Yang Ru stood beside Wukong without hesitation.

Xiao Xiang was greatly astonished; Wukong's instantaneous transformation was unbelievable and inconceivable.

"You know disguise?" Xiao Xiang asked, her eyes wide.

"Heh, it's just a small skill, please forgive my ignorance, Boss Xiao!" Wukong said modestly.

"Boss Xiao, should we urgently summon reinforcements?" Xiao Hong asked softly.

"No need! Dealing with a defeated opponent doesn't require a large force. Watch me take him down with just one pistol," Xiao Xiang said disdainfully.

"Boss Xiao truly has the demeanor of a leader, disliking bullying the weak. I admire you!"

"Hmph, underhanded tactics, indeed not worth mentioning. Your gunshot wound hasn't healed yet, has it? People say, 'Once the wound heals, the pain is forgotten,' but you've already forgotten the pain before the wound has even healed! It seems your memory is really terrible," Xiao Xiang teased.

"Heh, a trap, there's no reason to fall into it twice. I was too arrogant today, which is why I fell for your trap. Do you think I'll make the same mistake again? Open your eyes and look, I, Old Sun, am no longer unarmed! See that, the Golden Cudgel! The earth-shattering, ghost-weeping Golden Cudgel!" Wukong held the iron cudgel, majestic and awe-inspiring.

"Haha, what golden cudgel? You think you're really Sun Wukong? You're just a lousy actor. This iron rod, it's a prop stolen from the film set, isn't it?" Xiao Xiang laughed disdainfully, utterly contemptuous.

Cluck, cluck, cluck, Xiao Hong laughed uncontrollably, like a hen that had just laid an egg: "Cluck, cluck, you're really overestimating yourself! Bringing a prop iron rod to Wutong Manor to cause trouble, aren't you afraid people will laugh their heads off!"

Xiao Xiang, holding her gun, had a confident expression on her face, and said leisurely, "Hey, Sun, if you know what's good for you, throw away that broken iron rod, kowtow and apologize, maybe I'll be in a good mood and spare your life."

At this moment, Lord Li suddenly realized something and asked, "Since you're not Ye Fang, what did you do to my Qing'er?"

"Why don't you go upstairs and see for yourself?" Wukong reminded him.

Lord Li rushed upstairs to the second floor, then quickly returned, shouting angrily, "Old Xiao, they killed Qing'er! You must avenge me!"

"Don't worry, he's not dead. I just kicked him, breaking a few ribs. He'll be bedridden for a year or two. I'll make him a wheelchair; maybe he can even go out for a stroll then," Wukong said casually.

"You, surnamed Sun, have you lost your mind, treating our Wutong Night Rain like nothing? Die!" Xiao Xiang gritted her teeth, then fiercely pulled the trigger.

Wukong, staff in hand, remained calm and composed. His fiery eyes widened, he aimed at the bullet's trajectory, and swung his iron staff. With a crisp "clang," the bullet struck the staff, changing direction and grazing Lord Li's ear. Lord Li, pale with fright, stammered, "Old Xiao, aim carefully! The bullets are all flying my way!"

"I'm sorry, Lord Li, it won't happen again!" Xiao Xiang said shamefully.

Filled with shame and resentment, Xiao Xiang fired a whole volley of bullets in one go. Wukong swung his iron rod, firing indiscriminately, and a series of "bang, bang, bang" sounds filled the air as bullets flew wildly in all directions. Xiao Hong was terrified, and Lord Li was terrified out

of his wits. The scene was surprisingly lively, more like a friendly baseball game than a deadly shooting. When the volley was finished, the gunfire suddenly stopped. Wukong, still wanting more, asked with a grin, "Why did it stop? Don't stop, let's go again!" as if it were a lot of fun.

Yang Ru clapped her hands excitedly, saying, "Wukong, if you played baseball, you'd definitely be the best in the world!"

Lord Li waved his hands repeatedly, saying, "Don't go! Don't go! If this continues, I'll lose my life here."

"Boss Xiao, why do you always point your gun at Lord Li? Is this how you make friends?"

Xiao Xiang was furious, gritting his teeth as he said, "You little thief, don't be so arrogant! Behold my Phantom Spiral Kick!" He leaped into the air, lunging at Wukong. In the blink of an eye, his body transformed into countless shadows, overwhelming Wukong. This Phantom Spiral Kick was Xiao Xiang's signature move, renowned for its unpredictable speed and power, rarely used. Now, he was determined to strike Wukong decisively and regain face in front of Lord Li.

Wukong neither dodged nor evaded, his fiery eyes widening as he stared at the overwhelming torrent of black shadows. How could such a dense array of phantoms easily escape Wukong's piercing gaze? Wukong struck one of the dark figures with his staff. A scream rang out, and all the figures vanished instantly. Xiao Xiang collapsed to the ground, one leg broken, blood gushing out, revealing the white bone—a gruesome sight.

"Master Xiao!" Xiao Hong cried out, rushing over.

"What are you standing there for? Quickly notify all the brothers to come and reinforce us immediately. We must eliminate that Sun fellow and avenge me!" Xiao Xiang said fiercely.

"Yes, I'll go right away!" Xiao Hong stood up.

"Don't go. Notify them after we leave," Wukong said coldly. Hearing this, Xiao Hong stopped, not daring to move forward.

Lord Li, having never witnessed such a scene, was so terrified that his legs went weak and he lost control of his bladder. As soon as Wukong turned his gaze to him, Lord Li trembled like a leaf, stammering, "Hero, don't kill me! It was all Xiao Xiang's doing!"

"Whether or not to kill you depends on Xiaoru's opinion, because she almost ruined you, your dog son." Wukong turned to Yang Ru.

"Miss Yang, please, please don't kill me! I'm willing to compensate you with money for my son's disrespect." Lord Li knelt down and kowtowed to Wukong and Yang Ru, his former imposing manner completely gone.

Chapter 32 Life or Money?

Wukong looked down at the ground and saw a puddle of water at Lord Li's feet; he guessed Lord Li had wet himself in fear. He thought to himself, these officials, outwardly imposing and arrogant, are actually cowards who bully the weak and fear the strong. He felt even more contempt and disgust.

"Do you think money is everything? That it can even buy your life?" Wukong said disdainfully.

"Yes, yes—ah, no, no, I just wanted to express my apology to Reporter Yang," Lord Li stammered.

"Then how much money do you intend to use to express your apology?" Wukong glanced at him sideways.

Lord Li raised his head, looking at Yang Ru with a questioning gaze, and said pitifully, "Please name a number, Reporter Yang. If it's within my means, I won't hesitate."

"So you'll give me whatever I say? Then I won't be polite, ten million it is!" Yang Ru said mischievously.

Lord Li's face turned green with fright, and he stammered, "Ten million? That would mean I wouldn't even have enough for my coffin. Miss Yang, could you lower the price a bit, five million, okay? Anyway, you haven't lost a single hair." Lord Li bargained, his haggling skills even more adept than a market vendor.

"No, not a penny less! My spirit is severely wounded! Otherwise, I'll leave you with your head, who told you to raise such a beastly son!" Yang Ru said decisively. She wanted to see what Lord Li would choose between money and his life.

"Alright, ten million it is. I'll write you a check right now," Lord Li said dejectedly. He thought to himself, "As long as I'm alive, even if I don't die, it's as if the past was wasted. Preserving my life is paramount. The money comes easily anyway. As long as I don't lose my life, why should I worry about my subordinates not fawning over me with money?

" "You agreed so readily, but I don't understand. You only earn three or four thousand yuan a month. You couldn't save ten million yuan in ten lifetimes without eating or drinking! Your check is probably a bounced check, just to fool me, isn't it?" Yang Ru said suspiciously.

"Miss Yang, the check is real. I can guarantee it with my life. After years as an official, I've managed to save some money. Some were gifts from subordinates, and some from people outside who begged me," Lord Li hurriedly protested.

"Hmm, being an official certainly brings in a lot of money. Looks like I shouldn't be an actor anymore; I'll just find a way to become an official. Lord Li, before I become an official, please teach me a set of tricks for accumulating wealth, don't hold back!" Wukong said humbly.

"Tricks for accumulating wealth? There are no tricks, and you don't need to learn them. As long as you become an official, people will naturally shower you with money. If you don't accept it, they'll be unhappy and easily offend people. Let me tell you, I have dozens of bank accounts, but I don't dare deposit money under my real name. I have to borrow from relatives' ID cards, borrowing from all my relatives, making them avoid me like I'm a debt collector," Lord Li said with a bitter face.

"Alas, every family has its own troubles. I never thought being an official would have so many worries," Wukong said with deep sympathy.

"Being an official is tough!" Lord Li's knees were numb from kneeling, so he simply sat down on the ground and sighed, "People say being an official is good, but it's only superficially glamorous. You're constantly on edge. You might have mountains of gold and silver at home, but you dare not squander it. You're afraid of reporters, afraid of the anti-corruption bureau, afraid of this and that

. You can't even sleep soundly, always having nightmares about being imprisoned and violated." "Sigh, seeing how you describe being an official as so boring, I don't even want to be one anymore. It's pathetic," Wukong said pityingly. "Since it's so hard, why not just quit?"

Lord Li shook his head vigorously, saying, "Quitting is even worse. While in power, you can still cover things up, but once you lose power, all your past misdeeds will be exposed, and then you'll die even faster."

"Oh dear, doing it is one thing, not doing it is another. These officials are so annoying." Wukong, annoyed, said, "If you're going to write checks, just do it quickly."

Lord Li shakily pulled several checkbooks from his pocket, wrote a whole bunch, and respectfully handed them to Wukong, saying, "Not a single penny left, even my funeral money is in here."

Wukong took them and said, "This is all ill-gotten gains. I'm distributing it to the poor as atonement for your sins. You gave it voluntarily, you won't think I'm extorting you, will you?"

"No, no! I'm already grateful you didn't kill me!" Lord Li, sitting on the ground, looked utterly dejected, like a newly castrated rooster.

"I doubt he'd dare do anything. This money is all embezzled and bribed, it can't be brought to light. If he leaks it, he'll only be courting death!"

"Let's go!" Wukong, holding his Ruyi Jingu Bang in one hand and Yang Ru's hand in the other, walked out as if no one else was there.

He walked all the way to the cell, where the guards all recognized him. They surrounded him, shouting, "Sun Wukong, what are you doing here again?" Having suffered a great loss before, they didn't dare to press too hard, only maintaining a distance and bluffing.

"I'm here to release them!" Wukong said with a smile.

"Do you have Boss Xiao's approval?" one of the slightly bolder guards asked in a low voice, his voice weak.

"This iron rod is the approval!" Wukong slammed his thick Ruyi Jingu Bang (a magical staff) on the ground.

"Without Boss Xiao's approval, even the Heavenly King himself can't release them." The bolder guard, relying on his numbers, stubbornly insisted.

Wukong didn't answer, raised his Ruyi Jingu Bang, and began to beat them. In the blink of an eye, the guards lay on the ground with broken arms and legs, crying for their parents.

Wukong smashed open an iron door, and all six men inside were there. Seeing Wukong burst in, they were all overjoyed.

"Everyone get ready, come with me," Wukong said to them. Hearing that they could leave soon, everyone was excited. The thin young man said, "They outnumber us and we're unarmed; we'll probably have a hard time getting out of the gate."

"Don't worry, I've got you covered!" Wukong reassured them confidently.

Wukong led everyone out of the cell. Seeing the security guards lying haphazardly on the ground, everyone felt even more respect and confidence in Wukong.

"There are still many people inside," the middle-aged man reminded them.

"Rescue them all! Everyone, split up and break down the iron gate!" Wukong shouted, leading the charge in smashing the gate.

Soon, people began to emerge from the cells—men and women, young and old, a dense crowd of no less than two hundred.

"Follow me, don't panic. Once we're outside, everyone go home. If anyone's family is starving, come find me. I'm Sun Wukong, filming on Flower Fruit Mountain!"

A chorus of exclamations arose from the crowd.

"Sun Wukong!"

"So handsome!"

"What a kind person!"

...

Wukong led everyone out. They encountered no obstacles along the way; the security guards, having received word of the danger, had all gone into hiding, daring not to show their faces. After seeing everyone off at the gate, Wukong said, "Everyone, go home! I'm going back to burn this Wutong Manor down!"

Everyone was worried about Wukong's safety, saying, "Wutong Night Rain has several thousand people; reinforcements will probably arrive soon. You should leave quickly!"

Wukong was unconcerned, saying, "I want to see just how powerful they are."

"If you don't leave, we'll stay! At least we can lend you a hand."

"Yes, we'll all stay with you!" Everyone responded enthusiastically.

Wukong was deeply moved. He hadn't expected that these people, who usually dared not utter a sound in the face of Wutong Night Rain's tyranny, would be so courageous once united.

"No need," Wukong said, "I can handle it alone. You should all leave quickly!" It took Wukong a lot of persuasion to convince everyone to leave.

However, there was one person who didn't want to leave. That was Yang Ru.

"Hey, Xiao Ru, you should leave too! Aren't you afraid your family will worry about you being away from home for so long?" Wukong said.

"I'm not leaving! I want to stay with you! If you hate it when I stay, just pretend I'm invisible!"

"Such a childish temper. If you don't leave, you'll only increase my burden. I have to deal with powerful enemies and also take care of you. Please, Miss, be good, go home, hug your teddy bear and have a good sleep, okay?" Wukong patiently persuaded.

"I don't care! Unless you come with me now!" Yang Ru pouted.

Wukong smiled. So this little girl's purpose was to get Wukong to go with her. Although she didn't say it, Wukong could feel her concern.

"Haha, so you're concerned about me? When did you become so nice to me? My cheek still seems a little sore!" Wukong touched his cheek and laughed at her.

"Hmph, I wouldn't care about a bad guy like you."

"Ha, did I hear that right? I rescued you, little lamb, from the wolf's mouth, and you turn out to be a bad guy?"

"You have the nerve to say that? You disguised yourself as that Ye Fang and looked at her whole body! You're so bad! I won't forgive you, I want to strangle you!" Yang Ru blushed and pounced on him, grabbing Wukong's neck.

In the distance, the roar of a car engine could be heard.

Chapter 033 Exhilarating

Yang Ru's unreasonable behavior left Wukong helpless. He said with a bitter face, "Xiao Ru, you not only like slapping people, but you also have a special fondness for strangling people. It seems you have a serious violent tendency."

"Scared now? Let's see if you dare to bully me again!" Yang Ru's small hand was still grabbing Wukong's neck, but it was only symbolic and not forceful. She wasn't tall enough for Wukong, so she stood on tiptoe, pressing her whole body tightly against him. Yang Ru's hairline exuded a faint, delicate fragrance, not the scent of perfume or cosmetics, but a natural, sweet aroma emanating from a woman's skin—the unique scent of a virgin.

"Strange, even though you're wearing Li Qing's clothes, I can't smell that nauseating body odor. Instead, there's a subtle, indescribable fragrance..." Wukong took a deep breath and said, puzzled.

Yang Ru quickly released his hand, her face flushed crimson, and said shyly, "Sweet talk, how annoying!" But there was no trace of disgust on her blushing face.

"Stop fooling around, let's hurry up and go inside and burn down Wutong Manor." Seeing that she had no intention of leaving, Wukong didn't urge her any further.

"Okay, let's go then! Do you have a lighter?" Yang Ru asked.

Wukong shook his head.

"I have a way, come with me." Yang Ru led Wukong to the security room. It was empty; the security guards had all disappeared. The two searched the room and easily found a lighter.

"Let's go set a fire!" Yang Ru exclaimed excitedly, her face flushed. She looked more like she was going to set off fireworks than commit arson.

Wukong couldn't help but laugh at her, "Xiao Ru, your violent tendencies are getting worse!"

"You become like those you associate with," Yang Ru said, shifting all the blame onto Wukong.

"Wow, you're quite adept at 'shirking responsibility'," Wukong teased.

The two chatted and laughed as they walked back into the Wutong Manor. Many cars were parked inside. Wukong raised his Ruyi Jingu Bang and smashed it against a car. In the blink of an eye, the car was smashed to pieces—doors detached, windows flying everywhere, fuel tank exposed.

Yang Ru stared in amazement, exclaiming, "What incredible strength!" Her eyes were full of admiration.

Wukong casually said, "Hey, I didn't expect this iron thing to be so flimsy, it couldn't withstand a single blow." He opened the fuel tank cap and poured out the gasoline. Then the two walked a distance away, and Wukong found a dry branch, lit it, and threw it over, immediately igniting a raging fire.

"That's so much fun!" Yang Ru clapped her hands and cheered.

Wukong did the same thing, setting five cars on fire in succession. The fire billowed thick smoke, engulfing the entire manor. The people in the manor panicked, not caring about putting out the fire, but just trying to escape for their lives. Wukong didn't want to kill everyone, watching the maids, security guards, and servants flee in a sorry state.

Xiao Hong directed a group of security guards to carry three people out. Wukong looked closely and recognized them all: in front was Xiao Xiang, who had lost a leg; in the middle was Ye Fang, whose martial arts had been crippled; and at the end was the dead-dog-like Young Master Li. Master Li followed behind the stretcher, his face frosty. The group of people, as frightened as stray dogs, saw Wukong standing in the middle of the road with his Ruyi Jingu Bang in hand and hurriedly went around him.

Wukong didn't chase after them, but just laughed loudly, saying, "Boss Xiao, you've run into an old acquaintance, how can you not even say hello? How rude! You're the owner of Wutong Manor, after all!"

Xiao Xiang gritted her teeth in hatred, but dared not answer, slinking away as the security guards carried her away. Wukong glanced at Xiao Hong at the front of the line, holding a small dog in her arms, then leaped over and blocked the way, shouting, "Stop! Don't go!"

This sharp shout was like a thunderclap in everyone's ears; everyone froze, not daring to take another step.

Xiao Hong was so frightened that her legs went weak, and she said tremblingly, "Big brother, are you going to kill us all?"

"Bah! I don't want to dirty my hands! You people have committed so many evil deeds, even if I don't kill you, your end is near!" Wukong said disdainfully.

"Then why did you block our way?"

"I'm asking you, did you bring the dog-feeding bowl with you? Hand it over now, or you'll get a beating!"

"No, I didn't bring it. It's in the left corner of Master Xiao's hall," Xiao Hong quickly confessed honestly.

Wukong didn't answer again and turned to leave. Yang Ru followed closely behind.

Upon entering the hall, without much trouble, Wukong found the golden alms bowl in a corner. Picking it up, he saw a layer of sticky dog food inside, emitting a strange smell. "

Alas, what a tragedy! Our food bowl for the four of us on our journey to the West has been ruined by these wicked people! How despicable!" Wukong thought bitterly. He quickly found a clean cloth, wiped it clean, and handed it to Yang Ru, saying, "Please keep this for me for now!"

"You treat this inconspicuous thing like a treasure; is there some story behind it?" Yang Ru asked curiously.

“Yes, of course it has a long history. I’ll tell you slowly when I have time; it could take at least a year and a half.”

“You’re bragging again!”

“Really, this story starts with Emperor Taizong of the Tang Dynasty. If I can finish it in a year and a half, that’s considered fast.”

Yang Ru playfully stuck out her tongue and said, “Wow, you could practically start a special program on TV called ‘Sun Wukong’s Storytelling Station’!”

“That’s a great suggestion! It’s a guaranteed ratings boost!” Wukong’s confidence was off the charts.

“More like a ratings poison. A broken alms bowl; after three days of this, the audience will lose interest.” Yang Ru said, running around the room.

“Hey, you’re making my eyes blurry by all this running around. What are you looking for?” Wukong asked her.

“I’m looking to see if I can find any evidence of Xiao Xiang and her gang’s crimes.” After saying that, Yang Ru ran upstairs to Xiao Xiang’s bedroom. A moment later, he came running down excitedly with a large notebook, saying happily, "I found a notebook, it looks like an account book or something, and a few floppy disks too. I

'll take my time looking at it when we get back!" Wukong laughed and said, "Then let's hurry up and leave. If the fire spreads here, we'll both turn into roasted pigs." The two hurriedly left. Stepping out the door, they saw that the fire had spread everywhere, threatening to engulf the manor.

"Great! This evil den is about to turn into a pile of ashes, it's so satisfying!" Yang Ru said excitedly, following Wukong towards the gate.

When they reached the gate, the two couldn't help but gasp. There stood a dark mass of people in front of them, all dressed in identical dark suits, holding guns, looking sinister and menacing. In the center of the group was none other than the cold-faced Yama Tang San. Beside him were Xiao Xiang and the others who had just escaped, all glaring angrily at Wukong, wishing they could tear him apart and grind his bones to dust.

"Wow, my goodness! It seems there really are several thousand men, enough to form an army!" Yang Ru exclaimed in shock, her face pale, as she whispered to Wukong.

"You, surnamed Sun, this time you're doomed!" Tang San said coldly. Old grudges and new hatreds contorted his face in extreme anger, making him look terrifying.

"Haha, a bunch of cowards, I, Old Sun, won't take them seriously!" Wukong held his golden cudgel upright in front of him, speaking with an imposing and awe-inspiring air.

"Xiao Ru, climb onto my back, I'll carry you," Wukong instructed.

"Why?"

"Don't ask, just get on." Wukong crouched down slightly. Yang Ru heard the unyielding authority and affection in his tone, and dared not say anything more. She could only wrap her arms around Wukong's neck and lean against his back. Wukong straightened up and gave a soft hum.

"Am I too heavy, making you uncomfortable?" Yang Ru asked with concern.

"It's not heavy, but it feels like something's pressing against my back." Wukong felt two soft, warm lumps of flesh against his back, and two hard, bean-sized objects pressing against it, which felt a bit strange.

"You, you shameless person!" Yang Ru angrily slammed her purple-gold alms bowl against Wukong's back.

"Damn it, still being all lovey-dovey even when you're about to die, let's make you a pair of doomed lovers!" Tang San pulled the trigger first, and his men followed suit.

"Well done!" Wukong exclaimed, rousing himself and wielding his golden cudgel like a fantastical whirlwind. In an instant, a dazzling halo engulfed Wukong and Yang Ru, their vision filled with flashing cudgel shadows, and they were nowhere to be seen. All that could be heard

was the clanging of bullets against the iron cudgel. A hail of bullets rained down on Wukong, only to fly back like a swarm of locusts. Before anyone could dodge, half the crowd was shot and fell to the ground. Tang San screamed, reaching for his left ear, only to find his hand covered in blood; his ear was nowhere to be seen.

Those who hadn't been shot were stunned, involuntarily ceasing their firing and staring at Wukong with utter terror, as if he were a ghost.

The gunfire abruptly stopped, and Wukong also stopped firing, exclaiming with satisfaction: "That was exhilarating! This iron rod has been idle for years, but it's still very handy to use!" ( Chapter 34

, April 25th) Yang Ru, clinging to Wukong's back, felt incredibly safe and secure. She wasn't particularly afraid of the whistling gunfire; instead, she found it novel and exciting. Seeing a large group of their opponents lying on the ground, while Wukong remained unscathed and completely unaffected, she was overjoyed. Clapping her hands, she exclaimed, "Great! Great! Wukong, they're too scared to fire! Let me get down, don't tire yourself out!" Wukong wished she could stay down longer; her soft, full breasts pressed against his back, yet she didn't seem tired at all. He said, "Don't rush down, let's see what other tricks they have up their sleeves." He then saw Tang San, clutching his bleeding ear, whispering something to Xiao Xiang. Wukong, with his keen hearing, overheard their conversation clearly. Xiao Xiang said, "Shooting like this isn't a solution. In the end, we won't even hurt a hair on his head, and we'll only hurt our own men. Look at his iron rod; although it's impenetrable when he wields it, he can only protect the front, not the back. It would be better to send some men to circle around to his rear and attack from both sides. We'll surely defeat him in one fell swoop." Tang San was completely impressed and repeatedly said, "Brother, brilliant plan! This way, that guy surnamed Sun will be attacked from both sides, and he'll be in a panic. It'll be difficult for him to survive! Brother, you truly are the leader, so wise. I, Tang San, am far inferior." Xiao Xiang, flattered, almost forgot the pain of her broken leg and said smugly, "Then..." "However, I've read 'The Art of War' hundreds of times, so troop deployment is a piece of cake for me. I always tell you not to just practice kung fu, but to read more books. You all agree verbally, but you secretly despise it. Now you're realizing the benefits of reading, aren't you?" Tang San nodded repeatedly, truly afraid that Xiao Xiang would continue her lecturing for at least a day or two. He hurriedly said, "I'll deploy according to your instructions. Bullets don't have eyes; you should take cover temporarily to avoid accidentally injuring yourself." While arranging for Xiao Xiang to take cover, he went to arrange for everyone to split up. Wukong heard their conversation clearly and thought, "Xiao Xiang is indeed quite clever; she saw through my weakness. However, the devil may be one foot tall, but the righteous are ten feet tall. My old Sun's supernatural powers are not just for show!" He secretly reached into his clothes, plucked a few body hairs, put them in his mouth, and chewed them. A group of people carefully went around to the other side and quickly caught up with Wukong. "Wukong, it looks bad. They're trying to attack us from both sides." Yang Ru also saw through their intentions. "Xiao Ru, you've improved! You actually saw through their trick." Wukong praised her. "Of course! I'm a reporter, of course I have amazing observation and analytical skills!" Yang Ru wasn't modest at all. "Aren't you scared? Now I can only watch out for you from the front, not from behind. You'd better watch yourself. If you get riddled with bullets, you can't blame me. It's your own fault for disobeying and insisting on staying." Wukong deliberately tried to scare her.

Yang Ru nestled her face against Wukong's back and whispered, "I'm not afraid. Even if I die on your back, I probably won't have any regrets!" Her soft voice carried an immense depth of affection. Wukong's heart trembled; he knew this young woman wasn't lying. He couldn't help but marvel at the profound mystery of "love"—with it, even losing one's life could be taken lightly.

Tang San, seeing that the people behind Wukong were ready, waved his hand and shouted, "Fire!"

Bullets rained down on Wukong from both front and back. Wukong spat out chewed hair and said, "Transform!" Suddenly, the ground was filled with leaping, bounding Sun Wukongs. The Wukongs wielded their Ruyi Jingu Bang like windmills, impenetrable to the wind and rain. All that could be seen on the field were the shadows of the staffs and the flashes of light. The bullets flew in like a sudden downpour, then veered back just as quickly, and another large swath of the enemy's dark mass fell.

Then, the gunfire abruptly ceased. All that remained were the screams and howls of those wounded. Everyone was stunned by the unbelievable scene before them.

"Sorcery! Sorcery!" Tang San looked at the Sun Wukong lying on the ground, horrified and utterly disoriented. It was like seeing a ghost in broad daylight! He couldn't believe his eyes, thinking he was dreaming. But looking at the henchmen on the ground, the painful screams were unmistakable.

"Attack!" Wukong shouted, leading the charge and chasing after the remaining bandits. The henchmen were terrified and had no strength left to fight back. In the blink of an eye, they all knelt on the ground, raising their hands and begging for mercy. This group of usually arrogant thugs were now covered in dust and groveling, begging for mercy. Their former swagger had vanished completely.

"Get down, Xiaoru. You're lucky today, you won't be turned into a beehive!" Wukong squatted down and put Yang Ru down from his back.

"Wukong, your magic tricks are so much fun!" Yang Ru said enviously, looking at Wukong, who was now wielding his golden cudgel. "If only I could do those tricks too! I'd make two Xiaorus, one to go to work, and one to stay home with Mom and Dad."

"Then it would be best to make several more, one to massage my bones, one to rub my back, do my laundry, and one to sweep the floor..." Wukong longed for it.

"Dream on! If I could make several more, one with a knife, one with scissors, and one with

an axe, I could cut off strips of your flesh, dry them, and eat them slowly!" Yang Ru said angrily. "Wow, that's terrifying! Xiaoru, your violent tendencies are really serious. You should see a doctor soon." Wukong stuck out his tongue and earnestly advised.

"Violent tendencies are good, they can slowly torture you." Yang Ru said, trying to pounce on Wukong and strangle him again.

"Ugh, knowing you is so painful!" Wukong quickly dodged.

Tang San was still standing there, stunned, his face full of terror. Wukong walked over, placed the Ruyi Jingu Bang (a magical staff) on Tang San's head, and said, "You still have some backbone. Since you want to maintain a heroic image in front of your subordinates, I'll grant your wish!" He raised

the Ruyi Jingu Bang, as if to strike. Tang San finally woke up completely from his daze. Seeing Wukong's raised iron staff, his heart trembled with fear, and he knelt down with a thud. He kowtowed repeatedly, begging for mercy.

"I can spare your life, as long as you can give me a reason to avoid death," Wukong said solemnly.

Tang San thought for a long time, but he really couldn't think of a sufficient reason to save his life.

"You have committed many evils, and your crimes are unforgivable. If I let you live because of a moment of pity, it would be like releasing a tiger back into the mountains, causing endless harm. I'll send you on your way!" After saying that, he raised the Ruyi Jingu Bang again.

Tang San was so frightened that his face turned pale, and he urinated in his crotch. In desperation, he made up a flimsy excuse: "I'm not the culprit, I was forced!"

"That's a rather weak excuse. If you were forced, then nothing in this world is voluntary. But at least it's a reason, so I'll spare your life."

Hearing this, Tang San breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly kowtowed to thank Wukong for sparing his life.

"However, while you're spared the death penalty, you won't escape punishment. Xiao Xiang already has a leg broken by me, and you can't be an exception. Consider it a lesson. But if you commit further evil deeds and run into my hands, it won't be as simple as just breaking a leg."

Wukong ordered him to lie face down on the ground, legs outstretched. Tang San dared not disobey and had no choice but to comply. Wukong stomped on his shin, and Tang San screamed in agony as the bones inside shattered. The

kneeling henchmen watched in terror, unsure what awaited them, trembling and too afraid to even lift their heads.

Wukong, not intending to exterminate them all, loudly proclaimed, "Even ants cling to life; I hope you will repent, reform your ways, and start anew. Those who remain obstinate will suffer a fate worse than Tang San's. My not killing you today doesn't mean I'll spare you in the future! Those who know what's good for them, get as far away as possible. The Wutong Night Rain tree has fallen; you bunch of monkeys should scatter!"

The crowd kowtowed in unison, thanking Wukong for his magnanimity, and swore, "We dare not do evil again! If we do, we'll accept whatever punishment you give us!" Then they scattered like birds and beasts.

The once grand and bustling Wutong Manor was now empty and desolate.

The fire was still raging.

"Let's hurry, the police will be here soon," Yang Ru said.

"Don't worry, the police's bicycles are probably still on their way," Wukong said with a smile.

"Where to?" Yang Ru asked him.

"What do you think?"

"Take me home first; my family is probably waiting anxiously," Yang Ru said worriedly.

The two walked out of the main gate and looked around briefly, but Xiao Xiang was nowhere to be seen; she had probably already escaped by car.

Chapter 35 The Warmth of Home

Yang Ru's home was on the fourth floor of the teachers' dormitory building.

"Finally here? Then I'll go back." Wukong saw her off downstairs and said.

"So eager to leave? Come up and sit for a while!" Yang Ru had held Wukong's hand the whole way, and even at the door, she was reluctant to let go. Hearing that Wukong was leaving, she became a little anxious and said, "Are you shy? Let me tell you, my parents are both middle school teachers, they're very kind to people, you don't need to be nervous." Without further ado, she grabbed Wukong's arm and started walking upstairs.

Wukong had no choice but to follow her upstairs. Upon entering, Yang's father was reading in the living room. Seeing Yang Ru enter with a handsome man, his face lit up with joy, and he called out loudly to the kitchen, "Honey, Ru's back!"

A middle-aged woman rushed out of the kitchen, wiping her hands on her apron while patting Yang Ru's head, saying happily, "It's good you're back! It's good you're back! Ru, your dad and I were so worried today! We kept calling you, but your phone was always off. If you hadn't come back, we would have gone to the TV station to look for you!"

"Mom, your hands are wet! Dry them before touching my head! You've made my head dirty!" Yang Ru protested.

"Sigh, you're in your early twenties, still like a child. You never even call home," Yang's father said, trying to hide his joy, his face serious.

"Dad, don't pretend. Just smile if you want to. Look how hard you're trying to hold it in," Yang Ru teased her.

"You silly girl, you're never serious! Look at you, wearing a men's shirt, it's so mismatched, people will laugh at you. Don't tell me this is this year's fashion trend!" Yang's father couldn't help but laugh.

"Hehe, speaking of this shirt, I really have to thank this handsome man beside me. Actually, I almost never came back to see you two again," Yang Ru said casually.

"Why?" her parents asked in unison, their concerned eyes full of questions.

Yang Ru recounted the day's events vividly, her relaxed demeanor as if it were something unrelated to her. However, it terrified her parents, their faces flushing red and then turning pale. They couldn't believe their beloved daughter had experienced such an astonishing ordeal in a single day; it was practically a brush with death.

"It was this handsome young man beside me who saved me. His name is Sun Wukong, but not the Monkey King from Journey to the West, just the same name," Yang Ru introduced to her parents with a smile, whispering in her mother's ear, "Isn't he handsome?"

"Shameless!" her mother pinched her nose, gently scolding her.

Yang's father tightly grasped Wukong's hand, tears welling in his eyes, saying, "Mr. Sun, you saved Xiaoru; our whole family doesn't know how to thank you enough."

Wukong humbly replied, "You're too kind. It was nothing; anyone would have done the same. Xiaoru, you're safely home now; I should go!"

"Have a simple meal before you leave," Yang's mother urged, trying to persuade her to stay.

“Yes, try my mom’s cooking! I guarantee you’ll want to come over for meals every day after this!” Yang Ru said without waiting for a reply, pushing Wukong down onto the sofa.

“You two chat, I’ll go cook some dishes, and we’ll have dinner soon,” Yang’s mother said with a smile, turning and going into the kitchen.

Wukong looked around the living room, which was simply and elegantly decorated, with a scholarly atmosphere. A piece of calligraphy caught his eye, which read: “Since ancient times, who has ever escaped death? Let my loyal heart shine in history.” The strokes were strong and powerful, clearly the work of a master.

“This is my dad’s original work. How is his calligraphy?” Yang Ru asked.

“Not bad, not bad. I didn’t realize your calligraphy was so good, it’s simply masterful. Hmm, the power penetrates the paper, the momentum is magnificent, it’s a masterpiece!” Wukong looked very impressed.

“Mr. Sun also has an interest in calligraphy?” Yang’s father was delighted to find someone who appreciated his calligraphy.

"I wouldn't call it research; I just like to scribble a few lines occasionally. Compared to your father, it's like comparing heaven and earth," Wukong said modestly.

"Mr. Sun, you're too modest! It's rare to see such a humble young person these days; it's truly a rare find,"

said Yang's father enthusiastically. He found the four treasures of the study, laid out the paper and ground the ink himself, insisting that Wukong

write on the spot. Yang Ru also wanted him to show off in front of her father, so she also strongly encouraged him. Wukong secretly groaned. Unable to refuse, he had no choice but to copy the poem on the wall: "Since ancient times, who has ever escaped death? Let my loyal heart shine in history." After finishing, he put down the brush and said, "I'll make a fool of myself!"

Yang Ru and her father eagerly leaned forward to admire it, only to see that the characters on the rice paper were crooked and distorted, almost like a kindergarten child's scribbles. The character "自" (zi) was missing a stroke, becoming the character "白" (bai).

Yang Ru laughed so hard she rolled on the floor, foaming at the mouth, saying, "Please, you didn't even finish elementary school!"

Yang's father didn't laugh out loud, but his face turned a deep liver color from trying to suppress his laughter. He quickly said, "I need to go to the bathroom."

He rushed to the bathroom, and as soon as he closed the door, a terrifying burst of laughter erupted from inside.

Yang's mother, hearing the laughter from the living room, rushed out, asking repeatedly, "What's so funny?"

Yang Ru pointed to the table, laughing so hard she couldn't speak. Yang's mother looked closer and couldn't help but laugh, exclaiming, "Oh dear, my food is burnt! I have to go check!" She hurried back to the kitchen. A moment later, a loud crash was heard—the sound of a plate breaking. Strangely, there was no scream of "Oh dear!" only suppressed laughter.

Seeing their amusing laughter, Wukong chuckled along, saying, "Judging from everyone's smiles, it's quite well written, isn't it? If you want to frame it and hang it up, I won't object!"

Yang Ru laughed, rubbing her stomach, and said, "Okay, I'll frame it after dinner and take it to kindergarten tomorrow for the calligraphy competition."

Soon, Yang's mother brought the dishes to the table, and everyone sat together, chatting and laughing as they ate. Wukong was filled with emotion, recalling his lonely and desolate life in the Buddhist realm, and seeing the deep warmth between Yang Ru's family filled him with envy. He realized that being an ordinary person, though life is short, brings joy that the Buddhist realm could never match.

"Xiao Ru, you've offended Vice Mayor Li and the others. You need to be extra careful in the future, and try to avoid going out unnecessarily," Yang's mother worried for her daughter.

"Mom, don't worry at all. Wutong Yeyu has been severely weakened by Wukong, and she shouldn't have the energy to cause trouble anytime soon. As for that Deputy Mayor Li, he's terrified and too busy protecting himself to take any action. I found an account book and several floppy disks in Xiao Xiang's bedroom. I'll take a look after dinner; they should be evidence of their crimes. And that pervert Li Qing, he described how he drugged and raped Yan Yan. I recorded it on a voice recorder, and I'll send it to the police station as soon as possible."

Yang's father looked at Xiaoru with admiration and said, "Xiaoru, you've finally grown up. Dad is very pleased. Being a reporter requires the courage to fight against evil forces like you. Dad supports you." Wukong finally understood why Xiaoru was so resolute; she had an upright and incorruptible father.

"But we can't let our guard down. They might come after you at any time," Wukong warned her.

"I'm not afraid, anyway, you'll protect me." Yang Ru's eyes darted around, and she said, "Why don't you stay here tonight? You're staying at my place anyway, since you're staying at a hotel. Okay?" Actually, she didn't want Wukong to leave.

Yang's mother also warmly invited him to stay: "Yes, just stay here for the night, the guest room is empty anyway." Seeing how enthusiastic Yang's mother was, Wukong didn't want to refuse her kindness, so he nodded and said, "Then I'll trouble you!"

Yang Ru hugged her mother and kissed her, happily saying, "Mom, you're so good!"

"Do you have to be so happy? It's just one night, he didn't say he was staying here permanently." Yang's mother pinched her nose and laughed at her.

"Oh, Mom, you're so mean, even making fun of your daughter!" Yang Ru blushed and went over to hug her mother's arm in protest.

"Alright, alright, I won't laugh at you anymore. Go take a shower after you finish eating. That men's shirt you're wearing doesn't smell very good."

Yang Ru suddenly remembered that she was still wearing the shirt of that lecherous young master Li. She sniffed it, and even though she had worn it for so long, it still had an unpleasant odor. Yang Ru hurriedly jumped up and said, "Then I'll go take a shower right away." After saying that, she jumped up and left.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Sun, this girl has been spoiled since she was little. Her personality is like a boy's. Please don't take offense." Yang's mother said apologetically. "

Not at all. Xiao Ru has a straightforward personality and is very righteous. I admire her very much." Wukong said sincerely.

"She's always been like this. Once she's made up her mind, she won't give up easily. She has the same bad temper as her father."

"Hehe, there's nothing wrong with that bad temper." Yang's father said with a smile.

"I didn't say there's anything wrong with it, but she always offends people. It makes this old woman worry all the time, afraid that you might accidentally cause trouble and something bad might happen to you, and then this family would fall apart." Yang's mother said with some worry.

“Sigh, why are you always worrying unnecessarily? As the saying goes, good people are always blessed. Fate is predetermined, and worrying won't help; it will only add to your troubles.” Mr. Yang said with a carefree expression.

“That’s true. Take this ordeal, for example. Xiaoru met a benefactor. With Mr. Sun’s selfless help, it’s truly a blessing from our ancestors! Mr. Sun, I’m so grateful to you!” Mrs. Yang said with emotion.

“You’re welcome. I only did what I should do. Besides, you treated me to such a delicious dinner, and I haven’t even thanked you yet!” Wukong said sincerely.

"Hehe, if you like, come up for dinner often. I'll cook delicious meals for you every day." Mother Yang loved it when people appreciated her cooking, and she couldn't stop smiling.

Chapter 36 First Nocturnal Emission

Yang Ru came out of the bathroom, drying her wet hair with a pure white towel, and said, "Wukong, why don't you take a shower too? Just wear my dad's pajamas."

"Okay!" Wukong replied. But he didn't move, his gaze fixed on Yang Ru. She was wearing a pale yellow floral cotton pajama, graceful and elegant, pure and beautiful, like a lotus emerging from the water, standing tall and graceful. No wonder Bajie always said that women are made of water, soft and charming; it seems Bajie truly understood. Wukong was lost in thought.

"Mr. Sun, this is a new set of pajamas I bought. It might not fit you perfectly, but you can wear it as is," Father Yang said apologetically, handing Wukong a light blue set of pajamas.

Wukong snapped out of his reverie and quickly expressed his gratitude. Entering the bathroom, the cool water splashed over his head, and Wukong finally woke up completely. He wondered if Xiaoru had misunderstood his fixed gaze earlier, thinking he was like Li Qing.

When he came out of the bathroom, the three people in the living room covered their mouths and laughed. Yang's father's pajamas were short and tight on Wukong's imposing frame, the sleeves only reaching his elbows.

"Dad, these pajamas you bought are so ill-fitting! Did you even try them on when you bought them?" Xiaoru couldn't help but giggle.

"No, I tried them on, they fit perfectly. Maybe they shrank," Yang's father argued.

Everyone laughed for a while. Xiaoru said, "Wukong, let's go see those floppy disks we stole from Xiao Xiang's bedroom, see what's on them."

"Okay, we'll go with you. Wutong Night Rain has quite a reputation; there must be a lot of secrets. Let's broaden our horizons," Yang's father said enthusiastically.

"Dad! If you want to see, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future," Xiaoru quickly winked at her father. Mr. Yang understood immediately; he knew his daughter wanted to spend more time alone with Wukong. This little girl had really grown up. As parents, they didn't want to be a third wheel, so they quickly said, "Then you two go see, but don't stay out too late and disturb Mr. Sun's rest."

"Okay!" Xiaoru also understood her father's unspoken meaning. He was just worried, wasn't he? This dad had so little faith in his daughter!

Xiaoru led Wukong into the guest room and closed the door behind her.

Yang's mother said softly, "Old man, you're so inconsiderate! The young people wanted to be alone for a while, why did you have to go and join in?"

"I'm a little worried," Yang's mother replied. "Didn't you see the way Xiaoru looked at Mr. Sun? So affectionate! Even I, with my poor eyesight, could see it. Didn't you notice?"

"Of course I'm not blind! But, in my opinion, after being a teacher for so many years, while Mr. Sun's handwriting isn't exactly impressive, his character is good; he's honest." Yang's mother analyzed

. "But, as an actor, he might be a womanizer. Haven't you seen the recent gossip news? There's this Hong Kong actor who slept with dozens of women and even filmed it and spread it online." Yang's father was quite worried.

“Don’t generalize. There are plenty of actors who are devoted to their partners. Don’t judge people with prejudice. I think Mr. Sun is a good young man, trustworthy. I wouldn’t object if he became my son-in-law.”

“Wow, your mind works so fast, it’s like Shenzhou VI! It’s not even a done deal yet, and you’re already thinking about being a mother-in-law!” Mr. Yang laughed at her.

Mrs. Yang also realized she had let slip her thoughts, and her husband’s laughter made her feel embarrassed; she could only chuckle awkwardly.

The two people in the guest room, of course, couldn’t hear the conversation in the living room. Xiao Ru sat on the edge of the bed, intently flipping through the thick ledger, while Wukong sat beside her, pretending to look as well. Actually, he found the dense numbers irritating and couldn’t concentrate on a single word. But he liked being close to Xiao Ru.

After her bath, Yang Ru exuded a faint fragrance from her hair and clothes—not perfume, but her natural body scent. Wukong was completely absorbed, his mind free of any impure thoughts, only feeling refreshed and invigorated, as if drinking sweet dew.

As a pure human being, Wukong's life was relatively short. Although he had lived for over two thousand years, he had spent most of his time playing with monkeys or escorting Tang Sanzang on his journey to the West to retrieve the Buddhist scriptures. His later life was even worse; he entered the Buddhist realm, spending his days in meditation, much like being in prison. Therefore, his understanding of women was practically nonexistent. He couldn't explain his attachment to Xiaoru; he only knew that sitting beside her made him feel peaceful and comfortable.

Yang Ru looked at it for a while, then happily said to Wukong, "This ledger is indeed very useful! It records the amount of protection fees collected by Wutong Night Rain from various places, the fees for collecting debts and taking lives, the income from drug manufacturing and trafficking, and the expenses for bribing officials—all listed clearly. This evidence is incredibly powerful!"

Wukong was also happy for her, saying, "Now that we have the evidence, what do you plan to do next?"

"Of course, I'll hand it over to the police," Yang Ru said without hesitation. "Let's take a look at those three floppy disks."

Yang Ru took out her laptop and inserted a floppy disk. The screen showed the groundbreaking ceremony for Xiao Xiang's large entertainment complex. Xiao Xiang and Vice Mayor Li each held an iron shovel, mimicking the action of shoveling soil. Facing the camera, Xiao Xiang was beaming and full of vigor.

"It's truly a case of officials and businessmen being in cahoots!" Xiao Ru exclaimed. "Wutong Night Rain can act with impunity because there must be countless protective umbrellas behind it."

The following scenes recorded Xiao Xiang's friendly interactions with relevant government leaders. Yang Ru, her anger rising, exclaimed, "This is too dark! If I keep watching, I'll lose all hope for this society!"

Xiao Ru switched to another floppy disk. Before her eyes was a gigantic, luxurious, and pristine white bathtub.

"Wow, what a huge bathtub! How wonderful it would be to soak in it!" Yang Ru murmured in admiration.

Xiao Xiang led in two alluring women. Wukong immediately recognized one as Xiao Xiang's maid, Xiao Hong, and the other as Ye Fang, the Jade Rakshasa he had almost lost his virginity to. Facing the camera, the three slowly and deliberately stripped naked. Ye Fang even gave the camera a seductive twist, her ample breasts jiggling like waves.

Xiaoru blushed and spat, saying, "My god, how shameless!" She lowered her head, not daring to look at the screen, and repeatedly said, "Don't look! It's too obscene."

Wukong also blushed and wanted to turn his head away, but he was very curious about just how obscene Xiao Xiang was. So he whispered, "Let's take a look a little longer. Maybe the scene will change soon." Xiaoru no longer objected, covering her eyes with her hands, but couldn't help but peek out through the gaps.

Xiao Xiang was naked, sitting in the bathtub with her arms and legs spread wide, with Xiao Hong and Ye Fang serving her on either side. Ye Fang's small hands diligently manipulated Xiao Xiang's erect penis, while she obediently exclaimed, "Master Xiao, you are truly magnificent! I can't help but watch, and I'm already wet."

Xiao Xiang then reached his hand towards her lower body, saying lewdly, "Let me touch it. Wow, baby, it's so slippery! Are you burning with desire? Let me put out your fire!" Ye Fang was overjoyed. She sprang up and straddled Xiao Xiang's lap, sending her sweet, pink tongue into his mouth. With a soft "mmm," she pushed her penis inside him. Xiao Hong,

being perceptive, saw that the two were already engaged and moved her body behind Xiao Xiang, pressing her full, white body tightly against his back, using it as a soft cushion. Ye Fang rose and fell on Xiao Xiang's legs, uttering lewd moans and groans.

Yang Ru glimpsed the sordid scene through her fingers, her face flushed crimson with shame, and her body went limp. She nestled her soft body against Wukong's chest, saying coyly, "How embarrassing! Wukong, if you keep looking, you'll become a big bad guy like Xiao Xiang!" Lying against Wukong's chest, his intense masculine scent filled her senses, intoxicating her. Yang Ru's heart pounded wildly, and she couldn't help but lift her blushing face, resting her head on Wukong's shoulder in a daze.

The two people in the living room heard faint sounds of lewdness coming from the guest room. Yang's mother said anxiously, "Honey, listen carefully, something seems off." Yang's father, who had also heard it, said awkwardly, "It can't be that fast, can it? They've only known each other for a short time. These young people nowadays, sigh."

"Hey, don't just sigh, you should think of something!"

Yang's father tiptoed to the door, listened carefully, and indeed something seemed amiss. He coughed heavily and said, "Xiaoru, it's getting late, don't disturb Mr. Sun's rest, okay?"

Yang Ru, who was in a daze, was startled awake by her father's cough. She quickly left Wukong's embrace and said to the door, "We're watching a DVD." She hurriedly ejected the floppy disk from the laptop.

Oh, so they were watching a DVD! Yang's father breathed a sigh of relief.

Yang Ru, her face flushed crimson, said softly, "Don't look anymore, get some rest!" Then she offered her face to Wukong, kissing his cheek before turning and leaving. Caught off guard, Wukong felt a sweet sensation in his heart as Xiao Ru's warm, moist lips brushed against his cheek.

Lying in bed, Wukong couldn't fall asleep for a long time. The warm, moist feeling on his face lingered, and the lewd performance of Xiao Xiang and Ye Fang was still vivid in his mind. "Sigh, what's wrong with me? I'm like a cat in heat," Wukong thought to himself with a self-deprecating laugh.

Just as he was drifting off to sleep, Yang Ru silently slipped in, without a word, and went straight to Wukong's bed, quietly lying down next to him. Wukong touched her, feeling a smooth, warm, soft body. Xiao Ru was completely naked, without a single piece of clothing on her body.

"Don't make a sound, lest you wake my parents," Yang Ru whispered in Wukong's ear, then pressed her fragrant, pink face against his, slipping her sweet little tongue into his mouth and entwining it with his. Wukong, aroused, became restless, his hands roaming between Yang Ru's smooth, high breasts. Yang Ru, breathless with excitement, murmured intoxicatedly, "Wukong, I love you to death!" Wukong's blood surged, unable to control himself, he impulsively leaped up, pinning Yang Ru beneath him, easily entering her body. Wukong thrust vigorously, Yang Ru moaning softly beneath him… After a passionate encounter

, Wukong felt completely refreshed, and gracefully rolled off Yang Ru, only to find himself not on a bed, but in a bottomless abyss, his body plummeting downwards… Wukong was terrified, breaking out in a cold sweat, and suddenly awoke, realizing it was all a dream, and couldn't help but chuckle. He felt a wetness in his crotch, and when he touched it, it was a large, slippery patch. He couldn't figure out why; in his two thousand years of life, he had never been so disheveled. Looking at the sky, it was already broad daylight.

"Buddha, these pajamas were borrowed from Xiaoru's father, and now they're in this state, what should I do?" Wukong was secretly anxious.

Chapter 37: A Passionate Reunion

Wukong was racking his brains in bed when Yang Ru knocked on the door.

"Get up, you lazybones! It's eight o'clock, and you're still sleeping. My parents have already gone to work. Hmm, why isn't there any sound?" Yang Ru listened carefully; it was silent inside. Wukong was probably still fast asleep. So she pushed open the door and went in to check.

Wukong quickly closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep. Xiao Ru called softly a few times before Wukong opened his eyes and said, "Ah, I had a good sleep, so comfortable! Don't you have to go back to the TV station today?"

"I called home and asked for a day off. I want to go to the police station later to hand over Xiao Xiang's account books and also to follow up on the progress of Yan Yan's suicide case. Will you come with me?"

"No, I'd better go back to the film set. I didn't tell Miss Situ I was leaving, and I didn't bring my phone with me. I wonder how worried she is right now." Thinking of Situ Yu, Wukong felt a pang of regret for not telling her before leaving.

Yang Ru felt a pang of sadness, pouting, and said, "You only have Miss Situ in your heart, how can you have room for me? Asking you to come with me was wrong of me; I should have considered my own worth."

Wukong was a little confused. Why did Xiao Ru seem unhappy about mentioning Situ Yu? He hurriedly put on a smiling face and said, "I'll go back and let you know I'm safe. I'll come and keep

you company whenever I have time." Yang Ru's anger turned to joy, and she said, "That's more like it! But you have to keep your word. Why are you still lying in bed? This habit of yours is not good. It seems I have to use my ultimate move, or you won't want to get up until tonight." She walked over quickly, grabbed the bed sheet, and tried to pull it up. This move was her mother's sure-fire way to deal with her father's laziness in bed, and it never failed.

Wukong hurriedly pulled the bed sheet back, blushing

, and said, "I'll get up in a little while. Can you go out first?" "Hehe, you're trying to fool me again? After I left, you fell asleep again in less than three seconds." Seeing Wukong pulling the bed sheet so hard, Yang Ru unexpectedly walked to the head of the bed, stretched out her slender hands, and pretended to choke him. Wukong had experienced her choking technique before, and hurriedly withdrew his hands to defend himself. Yang Ru, quick as a flash, yanked the bed sheet up.

Wukong, mortified, hurriedly sat up, rolling up his legs. Yang Ru glanced at Wukong's embarrassed state and chuckled softly, "Look at you, so tall and strong, yet you're as shy as a child." She then helped him fold the sheet. It felt damp and slippery to the touch. Upon closer inspection, there was a large puddle of water on the sheet. Seeing Wukong's awkward expression, Yang Ru understood. Remembering what her teacher had taught her in physiology class, could this be the legendary wet dream of a boy?

Yang Ru's face flushed crimson, and she stammered, "I'm sorry… I didn't know…" She didn't know what else to say, and shyly turned and ran out of the room.

Wukong changed out of his pajamas and came out of the living room. Yang Ru, head bowed, sat on the sofa.

"These pajamas…" Wukong stood before her, hesitating.

"Put it down, I'll wash it in a bit, you go wash your face," Yang Ru said softly.

After Wukong went into the bathroom, Yang Ru looked at the pajamas beside her, her curiosity piqued. She listened to the sounds from the bathroom, only hearing the running water, guessing Wukong wouldn't be out so soon. She secretly shook out her pajama bottoms, only to find a large wet patch in the crotch area. She boldly touched it; it was slippery, just like the wet stain on the sheets. Curious, she brought the pajama bottoms to her nose and sniffed them; there was an indescribable smell. Her heart raced, and her breathing quickened. She'd heard that boys who had inappropriate thoughts before bed were prone to nocturnal emissions; perhaps watching Xiao Xiang's obscene video last night had caused him to have such thoughts.

Thinking of the obscene scenes in the video, Yang Ru's face still felt hot. Xiao Xiang and her friends were truly perverted; how could they have the nerve to record such filthy scenes?

Wukong came out of the bathroom and saw Yang Ru lost in thought, clutching his pajamas. She seemed oblivious to his presence. He quickly said apologetically, "My pajamas are dirty. I'm so sorry."

Yang Ru, still lost in thought, was startled, and her pajamas fell to the floor. She blushed and quickly tried to cover up her embarrassment, saying, "I...I'm considering whether to hand wash them or put them in the washing machine."

Seeing her awkward expression, Wukong quickly changed the subject, saying, "I have a check for ten million yuan written by Li Datong in my pocket. What do you think we should do with it?"

Yang Ru thought for a moment and said, "I think it's better to hand it over to the police. Firstly, it can serve as evidence of Li Datong's embezzlement and bribery; secondly, we can entrust the police to donate it to social welfare organizations. What do you think?"

"That's a good idea. Let's do it your way." Wukong took the check out of his pocket and handed it to Yang Ru.

Yang Ru accepted the check, her respect for Wukong growing even stronger. He could easily keep the money for himself. Such a noble person was worthy of her entrusting her life to. She looked at Wukong with deep affection, finding him even more handsome and masculine.

Wukong bid farewell to Yang Ru and returned to the Jinhua Hotel. Just as he reached his room, he noticed the door to room 2009 next door was ajar. He wondered, "It's getting late. Haven't Situ Yu and the others left yet? Don't they have filming today?

" Wukong gently knocked on the door, and a familiar, slightly hoarse voice came from inside: "Come in." Wukong went in and saw Situ Yu sitting alone on the edge of the bed, lost in thought. Seeing Wukong enter, Situ Yu almost thought she was dreaming. She rubbed her eyes, confirming that it was really him standing before her. Situ Yu gasped softly and rushed over to hug Wukong tightly.

"Wukong, tell me, this isn't a dream," Situ Yu murmured, her delicate hands gently stroking Wukong's face. Wukong looked closely and saw that her delicate face looked somewhat haggard, with noticeable dark circles under her eyes. She must have had a sleepless night.

Wukong felt a pang of sadness, thinking that while Situ Yu was worrying about him, he was having nightmares. A wave of guilt washed over him, and he said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I frightened you!"

Situ Yu's large eyes glistened with tears as she softly said, "Seeing you back safe and sound, what does my worry matter? I thought you'd been taken away by the people of Wutong Night Rain, and I'd never see you again in this life." As she spoke, large tears quietly streamed down her face. Seeing her tearful appearance, Wukong couldn't bear it and gently wiped away her tears.

Situ Yu stood on tiptoe and, without thinking, offered her fragrant lips to Wukong's. Wukong felt her soft, moist tongue roaming around his lips, as if exploring something, a tingling, indescribable pleasure washing over him. He quickly parted his lips slightly, letting her pink tongue slip inside. His mouth was filled with a sweet fragrance, like orchids in his mouth.

Situ Yu's tongue entwined with Wukong's, sucking and licking freely, making soft, sucking sounds. Wukong felt an unnamed fire rise from his dantian to his heart, his lower body hardening, pressing against her body. Situ Yu felt a hard object pressing against her, heat penetrating through her thin clothes, her body tingling, languid, and almost unable to stand. She carried Wukong slowly to the bedside and lay down on it.

Wukong, pinned beneath Situ Yu, felt her body burning hot, like a raging fire threatening to melt him. Her tongue tightly entwined with Wukong's, as if locking him in, never to be separated again.

Situ Yu withdrew her tongue from Wukong's mouth, panting slightly as she said, "Wukong, I love you." Her warm breath tickled Wukong's ear, stirring his heartstrings. Wukong's hard member pressed against her sensitive spot, making her heart flutter and lose control. She slightly raised her body, reached behind her back, untied her bra strap, and then took Wukong's hand, placing it on her breast.

Wukong's hand inadvertently touched her breast, feeling its warm, smooth texture, like touching silk. Wukong couldn't resist grasping one breast, perfectly fitting in his hand, full of elasticity. Touching her nipple, hard and erect, Wukong found it amusing, pinching it gently with two fingers.

Situ Yu, unable to control herself, let out a soft moan. Wukong was startled, thinking he had hurt her, and quickly withdrew his hand, saying, "I'm sorry, did I hurt you?"

Situ Yu blushed and said shyly, "Silly boy, haven't you ever touched a girl's body before?"

Wukong nodded honestly. Situ Yu said, "You didn't hurt me, don't feel guilty." She took Wukong's hand and placed it on her chest.

At this tender moment, a soft knock sounded at the door, and a woman's voice asked, "Is anyone home?"

Situ Yu quickly pressed Wukong's hand down and said, "What is it?"

"Oh, nothing, I'm a hotel employee, I need to come in to clean," the employee said from outside the door.

Chapter 038 A Loving Heart

Situ Yu pressed Wukong's hand down, slightly out of breath, and said to the door, "Please wait a moment." She took Wukong's hand and reluctantly removed it from her swollen breasts, bent down and kissed Wukong's cheek, then got up to straighten her clothes. Wukong looked at her face, as red as a peach blossom, vibrant and alluring, utterly captivating. He thought

to himself how wondrous women were, more beautiful than flowers when moved. Situ Yu noticed his gaze fixed on her, and stealing a glance downwards, she saw his still-erect erection. Her face flushed even more, and she said shyly, "You should get up too, the cleaning staff will be here soon." She then took Wukong's hand and pulled him up.

There were two more knocks on the door, and a young woman in a uniform entered. Seeing the man and woman in the room, and the messy bed, her face flushed crimson. Knowing she had interrupted their intimate moment, she sincerely apologized, "I'm sorry, I didn't know… I'll clean the other rooms first and then come back." With that, she turned and left, closing the door behind her.

Situ Yu took Wukong's hand and sat down on the edge of the bed, saying softly, "Where have you been all day and night? I was worried you might have fallen victim to Xiao Xiang and the others. I was so anxious I couldn't eat or sleep, and I even lost interest in filming. I just stayed in my room waiting for you to come back. I tried calling you, but no one answered. Later, I asked the hotel staff to open your room and found out you hadn't brought your phone with you."

"I'm sorry, I'm not used to using a phone, so I forgot to bring it," Wukong said apologetically.

"After healing Hu Gang's injuries, I went to Wutong Manor and told him to come back and report to you, to continue being Sun Wukong. Didn't he come back to see you?"

Situ Yu nodded and said, "Yes. But I gave him some compensation and sent him back to China."

"Why?" Wukong asked, puzzled.

“To be honest, everyone in the crew praised your performance; it was genuine and passionate. Director Zhang Yi, who is very picky, also gave you a thumbs up. So, I sincerely hope you continue.” Situ Yu looked at Wukong sincerely with her big, watery eyes.

Wukong hadn't expected to be so popular, and a sense of accomplishment welled up inside him. He said, “Ah, so everyone thinks highly of me. I'm so happy.” Situ Yu rested her head on his shoulder and whispered, “That's why everyone is reluctant to see you go, and so am I.” Wukong smelled the faint fragrance emanating from Situ Yu and said, “Okay, I'll finish filming first.”

“Really?” Situ Yu looked at Wukong with delight and whispered, “I hope you never leave me.”

Being loved is a blessing, and Wukong was no exception. He felt that his trip to the mortal realm was truly worthwhile. Not only was it thrilling, igniting his boundless fighting spirit, but he had also encountered two women of celestial beauty, captivating even this ethereal Buddhist monk. The experience was incredibly wonderful.

"The Wutong Night Rain sect is powerful and has many members. How did you manage to escape unscathed?" Situ Yu seemed very interested in his experiences from the previous day. Wukong recounted everything to her in detail, without reservation, except for briefly mentioning his overnight stay at Yang Ru's house. Situ Yu listened intently, her emotions shifting between intense nervousness, gripping Wukong's hand tightly, bursting into laughter and cheering, and then falling silent, consumed by jealousy.

"You're truly blessed with good fortune; even the female demon of Wutong Night Rain is fond of you," Situ Yu said with a forced smile. In truth, she felt a surge of jealousy, a bitter taste in her mouth.

"You're joking! If I hadn't had enough self-control, I probably would have already lost my virginity to her."

"Isn't that even better? You've got your wish. Don't you men crave these kinds of romantic encounters?" Situ Yu huffed, then added, "Amidst gunfire, with a beautiful woman on your back, your hero-saves-the-damsel-in-distress act was quite thrilling. You even took her home and let her stay overnight!"

Seeing her pout, Wukong knew she was unhappy but didn't know how to comfort her, so he just chuckled foolishly. Remembering how Yang Ru had looked at him with the same sour expression when he mentioned Situ Yu, Wukong understood that he should never, ever mention another woman in front of a girl, or he'd be in deep trouble.

Seeing Wukong's silence, Situ Yu assumed he was guilty and felt even more empty and lost. Despite her bitterness, she forced a smile and said, "Tell me honestly, did you do anything bad at Yang Ru's house last night?"

"What bad things? I didn't steal or rob, what bad things could I have done?" Wukong looked completely bewildered.

Situ Yu pinched Wukong's ear with her delicate white hands and said, "Stop pretending! You may not steal things, but you might steal people!" Wukong's ear ached slightly from her pinching, and he sighed inwardly, "Women are all sadists. One likes to choke someone's neck, the other likes to pinch their ears. They have so many tricks up their sleeves, it's impossible to guard against them.

" So he said, feeling wronged, "How can I steal from a living person like her?"

Situ Yu said quietly, "Of course you can't steal from a living person like her, but you might have stolen her heart, because you are a heart thief."

Wukong was completely confused. Stealing a heart and being a thief—it all left him bewildered. However, judging from her expression, it wasn't anything to be happy about. A girl's heart is truly unfathomable. Wukong couldn't bear to see her sullen expression and said, "I have good news for you. I got the Purple Gold Bowl back!"

"Really? Let me see it!" The gloom on Situ Yu's face vanished.

Wukong took the golden alms bowl from the plastic bag and handed it to her. Situ Yu took it, examined it closely, and said, "I can't see anything special about it. It just looks like a bronze alms bowl. But it's your family heirloom, so take good care of it and don't let anyone steal it again."

Seeing her lack of interest, Wukong thought to himself, "No wonder Xiao Xiang used it to hold dog food. This thing is indeed very ordinary and unremarkable. It's rare that the Buddha Tathagata hides it away like a treasure, and even said he wanted to find enlightenment from it. Isn't he deliberately making things difficult for me, Old Sun?

" Situ Yu said, "I didn't even eat dinner last night, and I'm a little hungry now. Why don't we go out and get some food first?"

"Okay!" Wukong agreed, saying, "After dinner, I'll visit an elderly couple."

"Are they your relatives?"

"No, we just met at Wutong Manor," Wukong replied. He then told her about the elderly couple who ran a bookstore.

"Those people from Wutong Night Rain are too domineering!" Situ Yu clenched her fists in anger, then said, "This elderly couple must be having a very difficult time right now. We need to think of a way to help them."

Wukong nodded and said, "So I'd like to ask you for another 50,000 yuan in advance to help them through this difficult time."

Situ Yu stood up, went over, opened a drawer, took out 50,000 yuan, and handed it to Wukong, saying, "No need for the advance, consider it a small token of my appreciation. I'll go with you to visit them this afternoon."

Wukong took the money and said emotionally, "Xiao Yu, you have such a kind heart!"

Situ Yu smiled and said, "Then let's go eat quickly."

After eating, the two followed the address and finally found the elderly couple's house. It was a low, single-story house, standing out like a chicken among the surrounding high-rise buildings.

Wukong reached out and knocked on the door. A series of heavy footsteps sounded from inside, followed by an old voice asking, "Who is it?" The door creaked open. Seeing two young people standing at the door, they were taken aback.

“It’s me, old man,” Wukong said.

The old man recognized Wukong and said happily, “Young man, you’re so thoughtful to come see us two old folks. Please come in and sit down. It’s a small place, please don’t be embarrassed.”

Wukong and the old man didn’t stand on ceremony and went into the house. The old man’s wife was very hospitable, offering them seats and pouring tea.

Situ Yu saw two bowls of white porridge and a small dish of pickled vegetables on the table and asked, “Are you eating so late? We’re sorry to bother you.” The old man smiled and said, “Not at all. It’s a pleasure to have you come. Don’t laugh, but we always eat at this time, so we can skip breakfast.”

Situ Yu looked at their gray hair and then at the small dish of pickled vegetables, and felt a pang of sadness. She said, “You eat this?”

The old man smiled, a little embarrassed, and said, “Please forgive us. But we’re content with food and shelter. I’m afraid this poor life won’t last much longer.”

“Why?” Situ Yu was shocked.

"The old woman borrowed a ton of money to get me out of here. I'm planning to sell this old house to pay off the debts first. I can't live peacefully with debts to others."

"Where will you live after you sell the house?"

"Sigh, two old bones like us, where can't we find a place to live? Under a bridge will do." The old man sighed helplessly.

Situ Yu's nose tingled, filled with emotion. Wukong took out 50,000 yuan from his pocket and handed it to the old man, saying, "Uncle, here's 50,000 yuan. This young lady gave it to you. Please accept it." The old man waved his hands repeatedly, saying, "No, no, you don't earn money easily. I can't accept this money. We'll find a way." Wukong insisted on putting the money in his hand, saying, "Take it. Don't refuse anymore. If you pay off your debts and have some left over, reopen the bookstore. No one will dare to take your 6,000 yuan security fee again."

The old man thanked him profusely, holding Situ Yu's hand, saying, "You are truly a savior of suffering. We two old bones don't know how to thank you enough."

Wukong said emotionally, "You're welcome, uncle. Live well! Good and evil will be rewarded in the end. Never despair of life."

Chapter 39: The Down-on-His-Luck Pigsy .

The filming of the crew went smoothly. Almost every shot was completed in one take, with very few takes. Wukong possessed high comprehension and an exceptional memory. Director Zhang Yi only needed to read the script to him once, and he could memorize it perfectly. Filming came naturally to him, earning him the affection of everyone. Flower Fruit Mountain was the place he knew best and felt closest to, and with Situ Yu's meticulous care, even though filming took a long time, he didn't find it too arduous.

Several days passed in the blink of an eye. On this particular day, the scene to be filmed was Wukong's decisive battle against Li Tianwang and his son at Flower Fruit Mountain. Li Tianwang led his heavenly soldiers to completely surround Flower Fruit Mountain, setting up eighteen layers of inescapable nets. Sun Wukong, leading the One-Horned Demon King, the seventy-two cave demon kings, and four valiant generals, calmly met the challenge. With his Ruyi Jingu Bang, he wielded it with incredible skill, battling the gods with deadly force. The clanging of weapons shook heaven and earth, their imposing power shaking even the gods and demons.

Wukong used his transformation technique again, plucking a handful of hairs, chewing them, and spitting them out. With a shout of "Transform!", he transformed into hundreds of Great Sages, all wielding the Golden Cudgel, defeating Prince Nezha and the five Heavenly Kings.

"Okay! That was excellent! Everyone, take a break." Director Zhang Yi's full beard radiated satisfaction. The scene was magnificent, the movements fluid; this Sun Wukong was truly a genius actor.

Wukong sat down to rest. Situ Yu approached with a bottle of mineral water, saying with concern, "You must be exhausted. Here, have some water."

"Not at all, really, it was so great!" Wukong was radiant, not feeling tired at all. The scene, though just filming, reminded him of his carefree past, commanding tens of thousands of monkey soldiers, daring to challenge even the Heavenly King. That kind of life truly lived up to the dazzling title of the Great Sage Equal to Heaven.

Looking at the sweat on Wukong's face, Situ Yu said with concern, "You said you weren't tired, but look at the sweat on your face. Let me get you a towel to wipe it off."

Wukong grabbed her hand and said, "No need, I'll stop sweating after sitting for a while."

Situ Yu's delicate hand was held by Wukong, and she felt a sweet warmth in her heart. She thought, "He's holding my hand like this in front of everyone, without any hesitation. It means he's serious about me." A blush of happiness spread across her face. So she didn't pull away, letting Wukong hold her.

Wu Yufu, watching from the side, felt a pang of jealousy. Judging from their expressions, they seemed to be mutually attracted. If he didn't find a way soon, that guy surnamed Sun might beat him to it. Surprisingly, the incident at the bar hadn't made Situ Yu dislike Wukong. This kid seemed lucky. What could he do to make Situ Yu harbor ill will towards him? Wu Yufu frowned, deep in thought.

"Senior Brother! Senior Brother!" a large, fat man called out, hesitantly approaching Wukong. Wukong released Situ Yu's hand and carefully examined the newcomer. The man was six feet tall, with a fat head and large ears, a white face, and no beard; he looked rather honest and simple. His attire was shabby and unfashionable. He wore a knitted crew-neck t-shirt that looked like it hadn't been changed in days; the original white shirt was now stained with yellow and black grime, a patchwork of colors, with not a trace of white remaining. It was also clearly ill-fitting, clinging tightly to his round body and revealing most of his grizzled belly.

He wore wrinkled, army-green trousers, as if they had just been pulled from a garbage dump. He carried a bulging floral cloth bundle, seemingly filled with many things.

The man approached Wukong, choking back tears, and said, "Brother, I've searched so hard for you!" His sorrowful tone was enough to bring tears to anyone's eyes.

Hearing him call him "Brother," Wukong's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that fool Pigsy had arrived? Seeing him dressed in that "sexy" crop top was truly laughable. He was inwardly bursting with laughter, but outwardly remained calm, intending to tease him. He said, "Who are you? I don't think I know you."

Bajie moved closer to Wukong, putting his mouth to his ear, and whispered, "Elder Brother, it's me, Bajie! There are too many people here, so it's inconvenient to reveal my true form, lest I scare them." Because he was so close, Wukong smelled a strong stench of sweat on him. This guy probably hadn't bathed since coming down to the mortal realm.

Wukong deliberately covered his nose impatiently and said, "What 'Elder Brother' or 'Junior Brother'? I'm the actor who plays Sun Wukong, not your senior brother."

Bajie was skeptical, scrutinizing Wukong for a long time, shaking his head and muttering to himself, "Impossible, right? Look at that face full of fur, that pointed snout and monkey cheeks, he's clearly that mischievous monkey! Even makeup can't make him look that much." Still uneasy, he moved closer and sniffed Wukong intensely.

"Hey, you're so unreasonable! Why are you sniffing around on people like that? You have no manners at all. If you keep being so rude, I'll charge you with disturbing the peace and send you to the authorities!" Wukong glared at him, trying to intimidate him.

Bajie wasn't afraid at all. He chuckled foolishly and whispered in Wukong's ear, "No need to pretend, Senior Brother! That stinky monkey smell on you might fool others, but it won't fool my old pig's nose!"

Seeing he couldn't hide it any longer, Wukong chuckled and whispered in Bajie's ear, "Stupid pig, why are you so clever this time? Didn't we agree to meet again at Flower Fruit Mountain a year later?"

Bajie said with a bitter face, "Alas, it's a long story. I haven't eaten anything all day. I'm so hungry my stomach is practically touching my back, my vision is blurry, and I don't even have the strength to speak. Do you have any money? Buy me a meal, and we can talk afterward."

Wukong saw his dusty appearance and knew he was telling the truth. He thought to himself, "This stupid pig is already ravenous after just one meal, let alone after a whole day of hunger. He must be so hungry he'd be tempted to rob someone." So he introduced him to Situ Yu, saying, "This is my junior brother, Pigsy."

Situ Yu, who had been wondering about the two of them whispering to each other so mysteriously, couldn't help but laugh when he heard Wukong's introduction. "You should also have a junior brother named Sandy," he said.

"Yes, I have a junior brother named Sandy. How did you know? Are you perhaps a celestial beauty?" Pigsy asked in surprise.

"Hehe, your master must be a huge fan of Journey to the West, even the names he gave you are so unique. Why not invite your master to make a cameo appearance? Then all the main characters will be there," Situ Yu said with a grin.

Wukong knew she was joking, so he laughed and said, "That's not a bad idea. It's just that Master is too proud to do such mundane things as acting."

Bajie, seeing Situ Yu laughing so hard he was practically shaking, was stunned. His saliva increased rapidly, almost dripping from his mouth. He chuckled foolishly, leaned closer to Situ Yu, and said, "Fairy Sister, you're so beautiful! You look like someone I know."

"I'm not Fairy Sister. Since you're Wukong's junior brother, just call me Xiaoyu," Situ Yu said, her face flushed with Bajie's praise. "You said I look like someone you know? Who is that person?"

"Chang'e! You look exactly like her!" Bajie said, swallowing hard. In his mind, all beautiful women looked like Chang'e.

Situ Yu burst out laughing. Rubbing his stomach, he said, "Hehehe, Wukong, your junior brother is so funny. Even Chang'e is a familiar face to him!"

"Hey, you stupid pig, didn't you just say you were starving? How come you're suddenly full of energy?" Wukong reminded him.

"Oh dear, why do you always call me a stupid pig? You don't give me any face in front of beautiful women at all," Pigsy protested softly, then added, "But I'm really forgetful, how could I almost forget about the most important thing: my stomach is hungry!" Pigsy clutched his stomach and cried out in hunger, his expression very exaggerated.

“You haven’t forgotten, you’re just incorrigible. Is your greed still burning, and your lust has returned?” Wukong whispered in his ear, then turned to Situ Yu and said, “My junior brother hasn’t eaten all day, I’d like to take him out to eat.”

Situ Yu nodded and said, “Alright, anyway, we’ve made good progress today, and everyone’s a bit tired, let’s wrap up early. Everyone go and remove your makeup!”

Everyone was happy to hear they could finish early, after all, they had worked hard for several days, so they packed up their things and went into the makeup room to remove their makeup. Wukong said to Bajie, "You stupid pig, wait here for me. I'll go in and take off my makeup and come right back."

Bajie secretly glanced at Situ Yu and saw her delicate lips slightly upturned, looking like she wanted to laugh but couldn't. He couldn't help but feel a little annoyed and whispered in Wukong's ear, "Big brother, if you call me a stupid pig again, I'll never forgive you!"

Wukong said with a grin, "It's fine if you don't call me a stupid pig, how about calling me a dumb pig?" After saying that, he didn't even look at Bajie's red face and turned to leave.

Chapter 40 Let You Eat Your Fill

Wukong came out after taking off his makeup and saw Bajie standing there, looking around blankly. He muttered to himself, "That monkey, he's been gone for so long, not even a trace. Could it be that he's disgusted by my shabby clothes and doesn't want to talk to me anymore? Maybe he's already slipped away under some pretext. What wouldn't that monkey do?"

Hearing Bajie muttering to himself, seeing him as a snobbish person, Wukong's anger flared. He went over and twisted Bajie's big ear, saying, "You stupid pig, why are you talking about me behind my back!"

Bajie turned around and saw a handsome stranger twisting his ear. He was both ashamed and angry, shouting, "Who are you? Why are you twisting my ear for no reason? Let go, or I'll slap you into a pulp!"

Wukong chuckled and said, "Stupid pig, when did you become so powerful? Open your pig eyes and see who I am! I'm Grandpa Sun, the one you've been talking about behind your back!"

"Are you the eldest brother?" Bajie asked, his small, bewildered eyes wide.

"Besides me, the eldest brother, who else in the world is as handsome and dashing as me?" Wukong puffed out his chest and said proudly. Seeing Bajie's surprised and envious gaze, he felt very pleased and loosened his grip on Bajie's ear.

Bajie stared at Wukong for a long time, then ran his large, rough hands over Wukong's body. He pulled Wukong aside and said enviously, "Brother, how did you become so handsome? Even I, a roughneck, am smitten, let alone a pretty girl. Brother, I want to look like you too! Please help me!"

"You blockhead," Wukong teased, "it's not like you can just transform into whatever you want. It depends on your 'foundation,' your original appearance. Think about it, you were originally a clumsy, fat pig. To become like this is already the best you can hope for. What more can you ask for?"

"Brother," Bajie retorted, "you don't need to be so sarcastic. My 'foundation' isn't good enough, but is yours any better? You're still a pointy-mouthed, monkey-faced stone monkey!"

"Heh heh, then why don't you become a little more handsome?" Wukong laughed. Bajie was speechless, only swallowing hard.

Situ Yu watched the two talking from afar. She saw Bajie clinging to Wukong, a tall, strong man acting like a child, which was quite comical. She walked over and said with a smile, "Wukong, what are you two talking about? Can I listen?"

Bajie's eyes lit up when he saw Situ Yu approaching, and he said glibly, "I just asked my elder brother, 'That girl named Xiaoyu is so beautiful, with skin as white as jade, is she a fairy descended from heaven?'"

Situ Yu was flattered by the compliment and said with a smile, "You're joking."

"I'm not joking, I'm serious. Even if you're not a celestial being descended from heaven, you must have been a fairy in your past life. Let me see your palm, I'll understand as soon as I see it." Without further ado, Bajie grabbed Situ Yu's delicate, white hand and pretended to examine it.

Seeing him trying to grope her again, Wukong slapped his hand away, laughing and scolding, "You stupid pig, you always look like this when you see a pretty woman, like a fly seeing dog shit."

Hearing Wukong compare her to dog shit, Situ Yu angrily punched Wukong's shoulder with her small fist, saying indignantly, "You're the dog shit, a pile of stinking dog shit!" Wukong realized he had misspoke and quickly begged for mercy, "Help! I only compared that stupid pig to a fly, I didn't mean to slander you!"

Situ Yu wouldn't let it go, continuing to punch Wukong, saying, "I won't give in unless you say something nice." Wukong grabbed her hands, saying, "Okay, okay, I misspoke, I surrender, alright?"

Bajie watched, drooling, thinking dreamily, "If only I were the one holding her hands!" He couldn't help but feel a little down, and his stomach growled again.

"Brother, I'm so hungry! Don't just be all lovey-dovey, can you at least care about me?" Bajie groaned, clutching his large belly.

"Why haven't the others come out yet?" Situ Yu asked, noting that only a few actors had emerged from their makeup removal.

Director Zhang Yi replied, "They're all removing their makeup; it might be a while longer."

Seeing Bajie's pale and haggard appearance, Wukong knew he was starving and might faint if he didn't eat soon. He quickly said to Situ Yu, "Wait until everyone is gathered before heading back. I'll take Bajie to a restaurant to fill his stomach. Look at him; if he continues to starve, I'm afraid I'll lose a junior brother."

Seeing Bajie's weak and pitiful state, Situ Yu guessed he was indeed extremely hungry and said, "Alright then, you and him go eat first. However, the tourist area only provides free lunch; dinner costs money. Do you have any money on you?"

"I have 20,000 yuan; that should be enough for a meal,"

Wukong said, leading Bajie into the Flower and Fruit Mountain Restaurant in the tourist area. The receptionist at the door recognized Wukong and, seeing him enter, asked, "Oh, Mr. Sun, aren't you going back to the hotel for dinner tonight?"

"Your restaurant's food is so delicious, so I'll eat before I leave. Do you have a quiet room for me?"

"Of course! Mr. Sun is a distinguished guest of our Flower Fruit Mountain Tourist Area, and we can provide you with a VIP room anytime."

The receptionist led Wukong and his companion inside. Bajie's strange attire attracted the attention of all the diners and staff.

"Look, that man with Mr. Sun, he's dressed so sexily, and he's showing most of his belly..." someone whispered.

"Could it be his father?" someone nearby replied.

"No way? They're about the same age; he looks like a construction worker. Maybe Mr. Sun's house is being renovated, and he's hired a worker to negotiate the price. Look at his clothes, yellowish-black, clearly from mud." another experienced person analyzed.

Seeing so many people watching him, Bajie quickly straightened up, puffed out his chest, and walked past like a general inspecting an army. He whispered to Wukong, "Brother, see? All those eyes are on me. Looks like my appearance isn't any less striking than yours."

"Of course! With your looks, you'd get a 1000% head-turning rate wherever you go. You're like a chicken among cranes!" Wukong laughed.

The young receptionist covered her mouth with her hand, desperately trying to suppress her laughter, and led the two into an elegant private room, saying, "Please come in and have a seat."

"Sister, why are you covering your mouth? Do you have a pimple on your lip?" Bajie asked with concern.

The receptionist couldn't hold back any longer, squatted down, and burst into a muffled laugh at her palm. After a long while, she stood up, her face flushed, and said, "I'm sorry, I've recently developed a strange illness; I just keep laughing for no reason."

"Don't delay if you're sick! Remember to see a doctor as

soon as possible!" Bajie said with concern. "Thank you for your concern. I'll go out and call the manager to come and take our order." After saying that, the receptionist hurriedly turned and left. The crisp sound of high heels faded into the distance, but the suppressed laughter still drifted back.

"You're quite ill! Is it because of too much work pressure?" Bajie said with a sigh.

The female department head entered, glanced at Bajie, and quickly lowered her head, not daring to look again. She was afraid she would burst out laughing and lose her composure in front of others. She asked with her head down, "Mr. Sun, what would you like to eat?"

Sun Wukong was about to speak when Bajie interrupted, "No need for that. If there's anything good, bring one of everything!"

"This..." The female department head looked at Wukong with difficulty and asked tentatively, "Our restaurant has 108 dishes. Should we bring one of everything?"

"Of course! Don't worry about us eating for free. We have plenty of money." Bajie said, patting the bulging floral cloth bundle beside him.

"That's not what I meant. With Mr. Sun here, money is no object. I'm just worried that you won't be able to finish it and it will be a waste." The female department head quickly explained.

"That's not your concern. Just bring out the dishes. Be quick, bring out whatever's readily available first." Bajie said calmly. The female minister nodded obsequiously and turned to leave.

Soon, the dishes were served one after another. First came the cold dishes: braised chicken feet and wings, double-boiled chicken, honeycomb tripe… Bajie's mouth watered at the sight, and he began to devour the food without any restraint. In the blink of an eye, the cold dishes on the table were completely empty.

“Bajie, take it slow, be careful not to choke,” Wukong advised.

“Um, to maintain my composure and not be impolite, I'm already eating very slowly,” Bajie stammered, his mouth full of food. The waiters came and went like a revolving door. Bajie, enjoying his meal so much, even took off his shirt, revealing his white, fatty body. His eating speed was basically in sync with the serving speed; several dishes were served, and several empty plates were taken away in the blink of an eye.

The waiters were panting heavily, their faces flushed, but Bajie's pace didn't slow down. Finally, just as the waiter was about to collapse from exhaustion, the last dish was served.

"Sir, this is the last dish," the young waiter said cheerfully, panting. He secretly rejoiced; the nightmare was finally over.

"You've finished 108 dishes so quickly? You didn't make a mistake, did you?" Bajie rubbed his stomach, quite suspicious.

"Yes, we keep a record of every dish we serve. Please take a look." The waiter said, pulling out a menu covered in writing.

"No need to look, I believe you. But I haven't eaten yet, so please bring some rice first."

"How many bowls?" The waiter thought to himself, "He can really eat, but he's already eaten so much, three more bowls of rice should be enough.

" "I've always had a habit of eating as many bowls of rice as the number of dishes I eat. Just bring 108 bowls for now, and we'll order more if it's not enough." Bajie said casually.

"Oh my god!" The waiter only managed to utter this exclamation before fainting.

Chapter 41 Obscene DVD Vendor

The restaurant waiter, panting, carried in two large buckets of rice and placed them beside Bajie, wiping his sweat as he said, "Sir, please enjoy your meal. We'll refill it if you're still hungry."

"Your service is alright," Bajie praised. Now his face was rosy and shiny, a stark contrast to when he first came in. He devoured one of the buckets of rice in a flash, and seeing Wukong sitting there blankly, he asked, "Brother, why are you just sitting there without eating?"

"I'm already full just watching you eat," Wukong said with a laugh. "Bajie, you don't look like you haven't eaten all day, it's like you've never had a bite to eat since you were born."

"Don't laugh at me, Brother. If I couldn't eat, the Buddha wouldn't have given me the good job of the Clean Altar Messenger," Bajie said, while still finishing off the other large bucket of rice.

"Exactly! Even you, the Cleansing Altar Messenger, have a day when you go hungry? That's quite a sight! Why don't you just go to a temple? Wouldn't that solve everything?"

"Sigh, you have to understand, I'm on vacation as the Cleansing Altar Messenger. How could I have the face to go to a temple to beg for food? Besides, I'm worried about you, my elder brother. Although we haven't been apart for long, I can't eat or sleep well without hearing your scolding. So I came straight to Flower Fruit Mountain." Pigsy said as he ate, and soon the other bucket of rice was empty.

"Uh, finally I feel a little full." Pigsy patted his big belly, burped contentedly, and said, "A little more wine would be even better!"

"Want some more wine? Forget it, your stomach will explode if you drink any more." Monkey looked at his rapidly expanding belly with considerable worry.

"What a joke! My belly can expand and contract at will, how could it possibly explode so easily?" Pigsy said smugly. "If I slaughter two more cows, I can even put them inside my belly."

"You stupid pig, you're just bragging again," Monkey laughed at him. "Did you see your wife when you went back to Gao Village?"

"Alas, it brings back so many bitter tears," Pigsy shook his head and said, "I inquired everywhere before finally finding Gao Village. The name hasn't changed, but it's completely unrecognizable. When I entered the village, I asked everyone I met, 'Have you seen my wife, Gao Cuilan?' A girl of about thirteen or fourteen told me that there was indeed a girl named Gao Cuilan in Gao Village, and that she was her classmate, but she was only thirteen years old. How could she be your wife? Unexpectedly, at that moment, a fat woman pounced on me, scratching and cursing, saying that I was a kidnapper trying to trick her Cuilan away. As a result, she tore my entire cassock into strips. Luckily, I escaped quickly; if I had been a step slower, I probably would have been torn to shreds too."

Monkey laughed and said, "You're really a blockhead. Even if you're not very bright, you can use your toes to think about it. If your wife Gao Cuilan hadn't died, she would be over a thousand years old. If she wanted to sleep with you again, could you really bring yourself to do it?"

"In my heart, Cuilan will never grow old. Her skin is still so delicate and white, her temperament still so gentle and considerate..." Bajie's expression was dreamy, his thoughts drifting back to the past.

What a lovesick fool! Seeing his sorrowful appearance, Wukong was afraid he might do something rash and torture himself with food again, so he quickly changed the subject, saying, "If you can't find your wife, what do you plan to do?"

Bajie sighed softly and said, "What can I plan? I'm a helpless person now, like a lone boat, and I can only find shelter in your harbor, Elder Brother."

Wukong jumped up in fright and said, "No, no! I'm also alone and helpless, I can barely feed myself, and now if there's another mouth to feed, we'll both starve to death." He thought to himself, at this rate of eating, even if I owned a gold mine, I couldn't keep up.

"Stop pretending, Senior Brother. Judging by the way these waiters treat you, you're doing quite well. You can't bear to see me homeless, can you? I'm still your junior brother!" Bajie looked at Wukong pitifully with his small eyes, brimming with tears. If Wukong didn't agree, those tears might burst forth.

"Then why don't you just go back home and return to the Buddhist realm as your Cleansing Altar Messenger? Don't let all the good stuff go to the Vajra Bodhisattva's little corner," Wukong advised.

This time, it was Bajie's turn to jump up. He shouted, "I won't do it! I finally made it down here, and I'm going to give up like this? I'm not willing! To be honest, I'm really tired of those meditative days in the Buddhist realm. Even if I have to starve, I don't want to go back so soon!"

"So you're planning to rely on me, lazing around all day, eating for free?" Wukong asked him.

"No way, Brother Pig, you underestimate me! Do I look like the kind of lazybones who idles around?" Pigsy cried out in protest.

"Not exactly, but you are lazy. You were before, you are now, and you probably will be in the future," Wukong said dismissively.

"Hmph, you're judging people with outdated eyes, you can't see other people's progress," Pigsy said angrily. "Let me tell you, Brother Pig, I've been supporting myself with my own hands these days. Someone saw that I'm honest and even taught me how to do business."

"Oh, what kind of big business? That's impressive, even our Pigsy is doing business now!" Wukong asked curiously.

"Alright, let me show you what I'm capable of!" Pigsy picked up the bulging floral cloth bundle beside him, opened it, and found it full of pirated DVDs. Wukong flipped through them; the covers were all photos of naked women, all showing off their large, white breasts, some even spreading their legs, revealing their alluring vulvas. The titles are quite enticing: "The Playboy Teacher," "The Perfect Nurse," "Falling in Love with Mom's Bed"... a jumble of names, all designed to arouse your desire.

Wukong's face flushed and his heart pounded. Looking around to make sure no one was watching, he breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "Bajie, where did you steal this bag of treasures from?"

"Hehe, why use the word 'steal'? It sounds awful! Someone gave it to me."

"Really? You have no relatives or friends, who would give you this junk?"

"That day I was kicked out of Gao Village, and my cassock was torn to shreds. Luckily, I found a set of clothes in a trash can. I tried them on, and they were pretty good. The clothes you see now, aren't they nice? Then, I was aimlessly wandering the streets when a young man with blond hair came up to me and asked if I wanted to learn how to do business, offering food and lodging. Of course, I readily agreed. So the blond man gave me a big box of these DVDs, and I sold them on the street with him. For the first few days, business was booming; one box wasn't enough to sell. One day, the blond man, drunk, told me that these DVDs only cost three yuan each to buy, and sold for ten yuan—the profit was huge!" Bajie said proudly.

"Then why did you quit?" Wukong asked him.

"I originally planned to keep working with Golden Hair until I figured things out, then I'd start my own business, make a fortune, marry a beautiful wife, and live a comfortable life for a few years. But things didn't go as planned. One day, I suddenly heard Golden Hair shout, 'Ghosts are running away! Run!' I grabbed whatever I could find in the box and ran away. I can ride the clouds, so of course I could escape. Golden Hair wasn't so lucky; he got caught and locked up. I waited for him for a long time, so I had no choice but to come to you, my senior brother."

"Hehe, it seems you've improved quite a bit from your gluttony and laziness! But you can't really make a name for yourself with these little DVDs. You should find a proper job and earn a living." Wukong looked at Bajie with newfound respect.

Bajie, flattered by the praise, said with great bravado, "Don't underestimate these little things! They can be very useful. Think about it, I earn seven yuan per DVD, so selling a hundred a day will bring in seven hundred yuan. I plan to go to Tibet every day to buy them and sell them at Flower Fruit Mountain. There are many people there, so business should be booming. Besides, I can ride the clouds, so I won't even have to pay for transportation. Before long, I, Old Pig, will be a millionaire!"

"You're not so stupid after all! I didn't expect Bajie to have improved so much in just a few days. But do you really think anyone will buy these DVDs?" Wukong asked doubtfully.

Bajie lowered his voice and said mysteriously, "Brother, you haven't seen it, so of course you don't know. The scenes inside are all naked men and women, demons fighting in bed. It's exciting to watch. I see there's a DVD player in this private room, so why don't I put it on for you to see?"

Wukong, hearing Bajie's interesting words, became very curious and said, "Alright, I've never seen it before, I want to see what this new thing is like."

"Hehe, then you should be prepared, don't blame me if you get a nosebleed later." Bajie said with a grin.

"Then you can rest assured. I was safe and sound in Laozi's alchemy furnace, what's there to fear from this little thing?" Wukong said disdainfully.

"That would be best." Bajie chuckled foolishly, went over and closed the door.

04-25
Chapter 042 Watching Erotic Films Together

Bajie skillfully put the disc into the DVD player, then turned on the TV. Several large blue characters appeared on the screen: Male Teachers of a Women's Academy.

The last period was a math exam. The female students, dressed in white blouses and short skirts, left the classroom one by one. The male teacher packed up his teaching materials and said to the class, "Zhang Xiaoxiao, you'll stay behind. The rest of you can go home."

A girl said in a coquettish voice, "Teacher Huang, why do only I have to stay?"

Teacher Huang didn't answer, watching the students leave. Seeing that only she was left in the classroom, he said sternly, "Zhang Xiaoxiao, you were inattentive in class, but you put all your effort into the exam. Tell me honestly, how did you cheat on the exam?"

"I didn't cheat," Zhang Xiaoxiao said innocently. Teacher Huang walked over and lifted her short skirt, revealing her snow-white thighs covered in writing.

"Oh dear, Teacher Huang, why did you lift my skirt? Look, my thighs are all exposed!" Zhang Xiaoxiao didn't pull her skirt down with her hands; instead, she pulled it up even higher, revealing her sexy lace panties.

"The evidence is conclusive, nothing more to say, right?" Teacher Huang said sternly. "Stand up, turn your back, and hold onto the table. I'm going to conduct a thorough examination of you, this dishonest student."

Zhang Xiaoxiao obediently complied. Teacher Huang squatted down, reached inside her clothes, pulled down her thin lace panties, sniffed them, and said, "Not bad, no odor, and even a faint fragrance of youth." Then he lifted her skirt, touched her pert buttocks, and said, "Hmm, no writing." Zhang Xiaoxiao's breathing gradually became heavy, and her tightly closed legs involuntarily opened. Teacher Huang chuckled and reached between her legs.

"Teacher, no! If someone sees, I'll be too ashamed to face anyone!" Zhang Xiaoxiao gasped, making a final struggle.

"Don't worry, after school, who will come to the classroom?" Teacher Huang chuckled lewdly, his right hand gently caressing between her legs. "Hehe, I didn't expect you to be so young, yet so wet, getting my hands all wet. Looks like you're a slut too..."

Waves of pleasure crashed over her young body, and Zhang Xiaoxiao was on the verge of collapse, biting her lip hard to suppress the urge to scream. Her body was limp, arched, her pert buttocks provocatively protruding. Teacher Huang straightened up, quickly pulled down his pants, and, holding his erect, thick spear, inserted it into her delicate pink bullseye.

Zhang Xiaoxiao let out a soft moan, frowning as she said, "Teacher, your thing is too big and thick, it's making me feel so full and uncomfortable inside." Teacher Huang slowed down, moving in and out gently, saying, "Xiaoxiao, your place is just like your name, so narrow and small. It grips my thing tightly, so warm, it feels incredibly pleasurable. Close your eyes and enjoy it slowly, you'll soon experience its wonders."

Teacher Huang then picked her up and placed her on the desk. Zhang Xiaoxiao lay on her back, her legs spread open, her entrance wide open, welcoming the teacher's entry. Teacher Huang was aroused, lifting her legs and placing them on his shoulders, then pressing his entire body down, thrusting in and out wantonly. Zhang Xiaoxiao felt incredibly refreshed and exclaimed happily, "Teacher, you're amazing! You made me feel so good, much better than that Yang Wei! I've decided to stay with you every night from now on!"

Teacher Huang didn't ask who Yang Wei was, probably her lover, and simply said, "So you're not a virgin anymore." Zhang Xiaoxiao gasped, "Of course not. As far as I know, not a single girl in the whole class is a virgin. We're in college now, and people will laugh at us for still being a virgin. Teacher, are you... are you very disappointed?" Teacher Huang didn't answer, just continued thrusting, making Zhang Xiaoxiao pant heavily and tremble. Her legs wrapped tightly around the teacher's neck, and she said in a soft voice, "Teacher, I... I can't take it anymore! I'm going to die!" Teacher Huang was now completely frenzied. He thrust in and out quickly a few times, then pulled out, and a stream of white liquid gushed out, soaking her tender white belly.

Bajie, his blood boiling with lust, drooled and said, "Being a teacher must be awesome! Eldest Brother, I'm not going to sell porn anymore, I'm going to be a teacher tomorrow!"

Wukong laughed, "Don't be ridiculous. With your level of knowledge, you want to be a teacher? You probably don't even know fifty characters."

"You underestimate me! Let me tell you, I know all the words on this DVD cover! Eldest Brother, you just love to crush the confidence of ambitious young people." Bajie said smugly. "Give me a

break. Knowing a few characters and you think you can be a teacher? I could be a professor then!"

"Alright, alright, I won't argue with you about this. I'll go watch the DVD." Bajie gave up arguing with Wukong and turned back to watching the porn with relish.

This time, the scene was in the teachers' lounge. Outside, the sound of reading filled the air; inside, it was bustling with activity. Teacher Huang was standing behind a young female teacher, diligently performing "old man pushing a cart." The female teacher, moaning softly, said nervously, "Are you done yet? Class will end in about ten minutes, hurry up."

Mr. Huang, working diligently, replied, "Almost there, almost there!"

Just as they were reaching their climax, a middle-aged woman walked in. Seeing the sordid scene, she said disapprovingly, "What are you two doing here?" Startled, the two quickly separated. The female teacher, her lower body completely naked, said shyly, "Principal Wu, Mr. Huang said he'd give me a premarital education class because I'm getting married next month!" Mr. Huang nodded repeatedly, saying, "Yes, as a bride-to-be, what does she even know..." " You don't even know what climax is! If word gets out, it'll damage our school's reputation!"

Principal Wu, seeing his still erect penis struggling to suppress his urge to touch it, said sternly, "Your intentions are good, but you've chosen a bad location. This is the teachers' lounge; everyone's coming and going. It's really indecent to see this. Hurry up and put your pants back on; class is almost over."

Wukong, deeply moved, said, "A peaceful school has become a breeding ground for filth! The world is going to the dogs! Bajie, turn it off, lest it offend your eyes."

Hearing Wukong tell him to turn it off himself, Bajie, still wanting more, said, "There's more to come."

"Don't look! This is a public place; watching this kind of thing is bad influence."

"Oh dear, Senior Brother, when did you become as pedantic as that old monk?" Pigsy grumbled as he reluctantly got up to shut down the computer.

"The big business you're talking about, is it selling this kind of filthy stuff?" Monkey asked irritably.

"Yes!" Pigsy nodded, saying, "Isn't it tempting? Doesn't it make your heart flutter? Senior Brother, I'm burning with lust right now, can you lend me some money so I can go to a brothel and have some fun with a couple of girls?"

"Lend money to brothels? You idiot, you're a Buddhist monk, how can you be so lustful? Aren't you afraid of breaking the precept against lust and being punished by the Buddha?"

"What's there to be afraid of? Once we're in the mortal realm, the Ancestor will turn a blind eye, we can go have some fun without worry." Pigsy urged.

"Go yourself if you want, I won't go crazy with you. And don't even think about it, I won't give you money to go to brothels." Monkey said resolutely.

Bajie sat there sulking, muttering under his breath, "I can't believe you're such a stingy monkey. I even lent you a piece of floral cloth to use as a bundle. I should have kept it for myself."

Wukong, seeing him sulking alone and still bringing up the cloth, found it amusing. He ignored him, opened the door, and said, "Waiter, please come in and settle the bill."

The female manager came in and said, "Mr. Sun, you're leaving so soon?"

Actually, they had been eating for several hours. Wukong knew she was just being polite, so he said, "How much is it?"

The manager politely replied, "This meal was supposed to cost six thousand yuan..."

Upon hearing this, Bajie's eyes widened. "What kind of rip-off place is this? Six thousand yuan for one meal?" He didn't even consider that he had practically eaten all the restaurant's stock.

Wukong took out his wallet, counted out six thousand yuan, and said, "It's not expensive, considering how much we ate."

The female manager smiled but didn't take the money Wukong offered, saying, "However, the boss instructed that Mr. Sun enjoys permanent free dining here."

"This... I'm sorry, please accept it!" Wukong didn't want to eat for free.

Bajie, quick as a flash, snatched the money from Wukong's hand, saying, "They already said they wouldn't take your money, why did you insist on giving it to them? Consider this a temporary loan, Senior Brother, I'll definitely pay you back when I earn money."

"You pighead, what's the difference between this and robbery?" Wukong laughed and scolded, but didn't try to take it back. Looking at his shabby clothes, he should probably buy some new ones.

"So where are you going to stay tonight?" Wukong asked him.

"Hehe, Senior Brother, don't worry, I have money now, where can't I stay?" Bajie said with a grin.

Chapter 43 Peeping (Part 1)

Pigsy, wearing his yellow and black striped "white" shirt, patted his round belly and let out a satisfied burp, saying, "Brother Monkey, you go back by yourself. I want to stroll around and enjoy the night view of Aolai Kingdom."

"Alright, but you'd better hurry and buy a decent set of clothes. Walking around like this is really an odd sight," Wukong earnestly advised, asking with concern, "Are you sure you don't need me to come with you?"

Pigsy patted the bulging money in his pocket, his courage growing considerably, and said, "Don't worry, I'm the Cleansing Altar Messenger, after all. I often descend to the mortal realm. Speaking of the mortal realm, I'm probably more familiar with it than you are, Brother Monkey. I'll get two nice sets of clothes, then find an inn to stay in. Tomorrow morning, I'll ride a cloud to Wusizang to buy hundreds of DVDs to sell back at Flower Fruit Mountain. I'm about to embark on the road to wealth!" Pigsy was full of ambition.

Seeing Bajie's determination, Wukong was quite pleased and said, "It's rare that you've changed your bad habits of eating and laziness. As your elder brother, I support you in spirit! I'll head back now. If you need anything, call me here." He then wrote down a number for him.

The two parted ways at the restaurant entrance. Bajie swaggered away, opened the door, and got into a waiting taxi. Wukong, worried and wanting to know where the pig-headed man was staying, transformed himself into a mosquito, buzzing as he flew, and also got into the taxi.

Bajie sat down in the back seat and ordered, "Driver, start the car."

From the moment Bajie got in, the driver's eyes never left the rearview mirror. Hearing Bajie say "start the car," he asked, "Sir, where are you going?"

Bajie didn't really have a specific destination and casually replied, "Anywhere, wherever it's lively."

The driver already lacked confidence in Bajie; this shabby-clothed, disheveled fellow was probably a homeless person, the kind who would try to rip off passengers. Hearing Bajie's words, he thought he was probably going to a crowded place to beg. So he politely said, "Sir, could you give me 100 yuan first, and we'll settle the fare when we get to our destination?"

Bajie had taken taxis with Golden Hair in Tibet before, and always paid after reaching the destination. Why was the rule different in Aolai Kingdom? He asked, "Isn't it supposed to be payment upon arrival?"

"Other passengers do, but you're different," the driver said bluntly.

"How am I different? Do you think I'm a rich man?" Bajie was puzzled. Wukong, perched on the passenger seat, found it amusing. He thought to himself, "You idiot, with that face, they're already being very lenient by not kicking you out of the car."

Bajie, seeing the driver staring at him intently, knew the driver wouldn't drive without money. He slowly pulled a wad of cash from his crumpled pants pocket, handed over a bill, and muttered, "Your rules here are really peculiar."

The driver took the money, his attitude becoming much warmer. "You've had quite a haul today, haven't you?"

Bajie modestly replied, "Not much, just six thousand yuan."

"Wow, I couldn't earn that much even working day and night for a month. So begging is so lucrative! I might as well quit driving and become your disciple!" the driver said enviously, drooling on the steering wheel.

Bajie nearly fainted. So the driver saw him as a beggar! No wonder he wanted money before driving. Feeling indignant, he thought to himself, "How do I look like a beggar with my imposing appearance? They're really looking down on me." So, with a cold face, he remained silent, letting the driver ramble on.

When they arrived at the night market, the driver stopped the car and said, "We're here!" He then handed the hundred-yuan note to Bajie untouched.

"Huh? Why didn't you take my money?" Bajie asked, quite surprised and puzzled.

The driver took a business card from the hood of his car and handed it to Bajie, beaming, "This little bit of fare is just my way of showing my respect to you! When you're looking to take me on as a disciple, remember to consider me. Look at my pathetic appearance, I'm born to be a beggar, aren't I? It's tough being a taxi driver these days, with all these fees, I'm about to go broke! My future happiness depends entirely on your help!"

Bajie took the money, barely managing to stay upright by holding onto the car door, and said listlessly, "Alright, then you should prepare to become a beggar."

The driver was overjoyed, repeatedly saying, "Thank you, sir! Thank you, sir!" and drove off, full of gratitude.

The night market was filled with a dazzling array of goods, all of good quality and inexpensive, with many small shops displaying signs in blood-red letters advertising fire sales. Bajie spent exactly fifty yuan to get a complete outfit: a white knitted shirt for 10 yuan, black trousers for 20 yuan, and leather shoes for 20 yuan. After some haggling, the shoe seller even reluctantly gave him a pair of socks as a free gift.

He found a secluded spot and put on his new clothes. Wukong watched clearly from the side, secretly applauding. This big, clumsy pig, dressed in this new outfit, actually looked quite presentable, exuding the air of a nouveau riche. As the saying goes, clothes make the man, and gold makes the Buddha—it's certainly true.

Bajie was quite satisfied with his new look. He muttered to himself, "Hmm, looking so handsome now, even Chang'e, the Moon Goddess, would be captivated. Sigh, why didn't I think to spruce myself up a bit? Maybe I would have already won her over."

Bajie looked at the floral bundle in his hand, feeling it didn't quite match his splendid attire. So, he reluctantly spent another twenty yuan on a faux leather handbag and put the bundle inside. Just

as he was strolling around, feeling quite pleased with himself, a seductively dressed woman approached Bajie and whispered, "Sir, are you alone?"

Bajie looked closely and saw that the woman was wearing a short skirt and a tank top with a low neckline, revealing half of her snow-white breasts. Bajie was overjoyed! Haha, he hadn't expected his good fortune to arrive so soon after changing his clothes. Staring lustfully at the woman's breasts, he said, "Of course it's just one person. Who else would it be?"

The woman leaned closer, saying sweetly, "Want a place to stay? I guarantee you'll be satisfied."

With her soft body against him, half of Bajie felt a tingling sensation, dizzy with happiness, and hurriedly said, "A place to stay! A place to stay! Sister, you have such good taste! How could you tell what I need at a glance?"

"Hehe, I can not only tell what you need, but I can also smell that sultry scent on you. Please come with me, the inn isn't far." The woman looked at Bajie with her captivating, watery eyes, speaking tenderly.

This slut, her ass is so round. Bajie followed behind the woman, secretly swallowing his saliva. The woman wore high heels, and her swaying gait kept Bajie's gaze glued to her. He couldn't resist any longer, quickly stepping forward and giving her round buttocks a pinch.

"Ugh, how annoying!" The woman was startled by Bajie's sudden attack and instinctively covered her buttocks with both hands. She glanced at Bajie, not annoyed, but instead twisting her slender waist even more vigorously.

This pighead, what a lecherous bastard. Wukong stopped on Bajie's bag, cursing inwardly.

The woman led Bajie through streets and alleys, turning left and right, until they arrived at a small inn. "We're here!" she said

. Bajie looked up and saw a sign above the door: Comfortable Inn. Two young women in short skirts stood behind the counter, smiling at Bajie. Bajie did a quick check-in and asked, "How much is a night?"

"Not expensive, one hundred and twenty yuan for a single room," the female clerk replied with a perfect smile, revealing eight even teeth. Bajie felt a pang of regret, but he couldn't lose face in front of the beautiful woman, so he generously said, "Oh, no problem, I can stay anytime."

The waitress said happily, "A 20% discount is available for stays of one month or more, but you need to pay a deposit of one thousand yuan first."

Bajie thought to himself, "I have nowhere else to stay anyway, one month it is, at least I can save a few hundred yuan." So he took out his money, slapped the one thousand yuan on the counter, and said extravagantly, "I'll stay for one month first, and if I'm satisfied, I'll make this my home!" This fool, he's planning to make this his long-term base. Wukong perched on Bajie's bag, secretly chuckling to himself.

"You can rest assured, our inn is called 'Comfort,' we guarantee you'll have a pleasant stay and won't want to leave," the waitress said gently as she wrote the receipt.

"Alright, I'll take you upstairs, your room is on the third floor, room 304," the alluring woman said to Bajie.

Bajie followed behind her up the stairs. The woman's skirt was so short that Bajie could clearly see through her plump, snow-white thighs that she was only wearing a narrow black strap, barely a finger's width, covering only a small area and dividing her round buttocks into two alluring semicircles.

Wukong also saw this erotic scene clearly and sighed inwardly: In the past, women would pull aside their underwear to see their buttocks; now, it's the opposite—you have to pull aside their buttocks to find their underwear!

Chapter 044 Peeping (Part Two)

Bajie's lustful gaze followed the barely visible black strap all the way to the third floor.

"We're here!" The alluring woman in the short skirt opened the door to room 304 and gestured for Bajie to come in. Bajie glanced around the room; it wasn't large, but it was quite tidy. There was a small television and a fan hanging above the bed. The woman turned it on, and the fan whirred to life, giving Bajie a refreshing breeze.

"What a nice breeze!" Bajie exclaimed with a sigh of relief. Then she sat down on the edge of the bed and said, "Little sister, you must be tired. Sit down and rest in the cool air!"

The woman closed the door behind her and sat down next to Bajie with a natural air, saying seductively, "I'm not tired, I'm used to walking. Boss, you're covered in sweat, let me help you take off your shirt and cool off with the fan." As she spoke, she leaned over to unbutton Bajie's shirt.

Bajie didn't stand on ceremony and let her take off his shirt, revealing a body of white, fat flesh. After the clothes were removed, a stench of sweat mixed with an unpleasant pig smell quickly filled the room, making people want to vomit. Wukong almost fainted from the smell and quickly flew away to a corner to hide.

"Wow, boss, you're so strong! You must go to the gym often, right?" A fleeting look of disdain crossed the woman's face, but she quickly regained her composure and began to flatter Bajie. "Boss, you look so prosperous! You must be a big businessman." Wukong secretly admired her; maintaining such a smile even in such a harsh environment was truly dedicated.

"Of course! I'm in the cultural communication business. We have a wide clientele and high profits. I handle hundreds of thousands or even millions of dollars every day!" Bajie boasted, knowing that bragging wasn't illegal, so he could exaggerate as much as he wanted. The woman was skeptical, her gaze frequently lingering on Bajie's bag. She thought, "Judging by how bulging it is, there must be a lot of money inside." Her smile became even more alluring, and she clung to Bajie sweetly, showering him with flattery.

Bajie was overjoyed by the flattery, feeling utterly delighted. He leered at the woman's half-exposed breasts and said, "Look at you, you've had a tough time too, walking this far with me, you're all sweaty."

The woman followed Bajie's gaze to her chest, giggled, and said, "No, I'm not sweaty at all." She deliberately lowered her head and pulled down her already low-cut neckline. Bajie peeked inside and saw that her two white and tender breasts were almost completely exposed. He couldn't help but be tempted. He wrapped his right arm around her shoulder, reached inside with his large right hand, and grasped one of her breasts, playing with it wantonly.

However, the stench of Bajie's sweat was so strong that even the most dedicated woman couldn't bear the churning in her stomach. She forced a smile and said, "Oh, boss, don't be so hasty. I'm all yours tonight. Go take a shower in the bathroom first, okay?"

Bajie, worried she might leave while he showered, said, "Then come with me!" The woman feigned shyness and said sweetly, "Um, I'm not used to undressing in front of men. You go in first, I'll come in shortly."

Bajie reluctantly removed his hands from her breasts and entered the bathroom, glancing back several times. The woman let out a long sigh and muttered to herself, "My goodness, this is awful! Strange, why does he smell like pigs? He talks about cultural dissemination, but I bet he's a professional pig farmer." Listening closely, she heard the sound of water coming from the bathroom and quietly opened Bajie's bag.

Wukong, watching from the corner, thought, "So she's a female thief. No wonder she was so enthusiastic towards Bajie." That pig-headed guy probably thought she was in love with him.

The woman peeked into her handbag, greatly disappointed, muttering, "Why is it all worthless stuff?" She simply lifted the handbag up, and with a "whoosh," dumped everything inside onto the ground. Besides a wrinkled, smelly set of clothes, it was all DVDs. She held her nose, pushed aside the clothes, and looked at the pile of DVDs—all with covers showing thighs and breasts.

"You lecherous bastard!" the woman scoffed.

"Hey, sister, what was that noise just now?" Pigsy, who had also heard the "whoosh," asked loudly.

"No, it was probably just noise from outside," the woman hurriedly covered up.

"Then come in quickly, I'm getting impatient," Bajie urged her.

"A poor, happy-go-lucky lecher! But he did take out a wad of cash at the counter earlier, probably put it on his pants. I'll have to find a way to get my hands on it," the woman muttered under her breath, replying, "Okay, I'm coming in." Then she slowly stripped naked. Wukong saw clearly that the woman had a full figure and was quite attractive. Seeing her enter the bathroom, Wukong followed her with a buzzing sound.

Bajie was showering under the showerhead when he saw the woman enter naked. His eyes widened, his lower body immediately swelled, and he stood erect, saluting the woman.

Under Bajie's stunned gaze, the woman walked over shyly and said to him, "Boss, let me scrub your back." Then she went behind Bajie, poured shower gel on him, and gently rubbed his back with both hands. Bajie's back was slippery; when he rubbed it, layers of grease fell off.

"You're so gentle and considerate, even more so than my Cuilan. By the way, what's your name?"

"Just call me Xiaowei," the woman said with a smile.

"Boss, how long has it been since you last bathed?" Xiaowei asked.

"I can't remember, maybe more than a month," Bajie replied with a simple smile.

No wonder he smelled so bad, Xiaowei thought to herself. After rubbing his back for a while until the grease wore off, Xiaowei moved to Bajie's front, poured shower gel on him, and gently massaged him from top to bottom with her small hands. Waves of intense pleasure washed over Bajie's body. He grabbed her large breasts with both hands, feeling their soft, slippery texture. Then he pinched her gradually hardening nipples and gently played with them. Xiaowei felt a tingling sensation throughout her body, almost unable to control herself, and softly squatted down to massage Bajie's lower body.

Xiao Wei grabbed his swollen genitals and exclaimed, "Boss, your treasure is so magnificent! I can hardly resist!" With her soft hands holding his genitals, Bajie felt the veins throbbing, his body went limp, and he couldn't help but groan. He looked

just like a big, fat pig grunting. Wukong, watching from the side, found it amusing, listening to Bajie's groans. Looking at Bajie's thing, thick and magnificent, seven or eight inches long, he secretly admired it. This stupid pig, seemingly a bit dull-witted, had such a rich endowment; he could definitely be a breeding boar at a pig farm.

Xiao Wei picked up some shower gel and poured a lot onto Bajie's penis, then held it with both hands and gently stroked it. Bajie's groans grew louder, his body arched back, his expression strange, and he gasped, "Don't stop! Good Xiao Wei, please don't stop!" Xiao Wei squatted in front of him, stroking him faster and faster. Bajie, his face flushed, let out a triumphant roar, and a gush of white semen gushed out like a water arrow, shooting straight towards Xiaowei's face. Xiaowei, caught off guard by her arousal, was completely drenched.

Bajie looked down and saw the semen on Xiaowei's nose and lips, feeling guilty, he said, "I'm sorry, I just couldn't hold back."

Xiaowei wiped the filth from her mouth, saying nonchalantly, "It's alright, it'll be clean after washing."

Bajie helped Xiaowei stand up and diligently washed her body. After cleaning her fair and delicate body, Xiaowei was already too weak to resist. She hugged Bajie tightly, pressed her lips to his ear, and whispered, "Carry me to bed."

Hearing this, Bajie's lust was rekindled, and his manhood involuntarily hardened, pressing against Xiaowei's inner thighs. He picked up Xiaowei's petite body, strode to the bedside, and placed her on it.

Xiao Wei lay sprawled out, her alluring beauty on full display. With hazy eyes, she said seductively, "Boss, what are you waiting for? Come on up!"

Faced with such beauty, Bajie's lust surged, and he

leaped onto his horse, spear in hand, ready to pounce. Seeing this, Wukong, in a moment of panic, flew over and bit Bajie's bare buttocks hard. Bajie, burning with lust, angrily slapped his own backside. Wukong then flew to his neck and bit him. Frustrated, Bajie swatted wildly at himself, but couldn't hit anything. Enraged, he ran naked around the room, muttering, "You stinking mosquito, you're truly hateful! I'll slap you to dust!"

Chapter 45 Peeping (Part 3)

Bajie, still grumbling, ran naked around the room, chasing after the mosquito that was giving him no peace. The mosquito seemed to be playing hide-and-seek with him. When he chased after it, it would buzz away, and when he stopped, it would suddenly bite him again. Pigsy was furious, but helpless, so he plopped down on the chair in the room. The chair was old and creaked under his massive body.

Xiaowei, lying on the bed, had been aroused by Pigsy. Seeing him sitting in the chair with no intention of getting into bed, and with her money about to slip away, she became anxious and said coquettishly, "Boss, you've set the fire, but you're just sitting there ignoring me. I'm so uncomfortable." Pigsy's heart also itched. He thought, "This girl is so wanton! It's just a shame this stinky mosquito couldn't choose a better time to suck my blood."

He hurriedly comforted her, saying, "My dear, don't be impatient. Let me kill this stinky mosquito, then we'll go to bed and have some fun. This inn is so stingy, it doesn't even have a mosquito net." He sat there steadily, his small eyes wide open, his large, fan-like hands outstretched, just waiting for the mosquito to come to him so he could smash it into mincemeat. Xiao Wei replied, "It's not that the inn is stingy, it's just that we haven't seen any mosquitoes in a long time. I don't know where that mosquito flew from."

"I don't care where it flew from. Since it's making my life miserable, I'll make sure it dies a horrible death!" Bajie gritted his teeth.

Seeing his fierce and ready stance, Wukong felt a little intimidated. If he were to be accidentally slapped by Bajie's large, fan-like hands, the consequences would be unimaginable. So he left Bajie and flew to the woman's side. He saw Xiao Wei lying naked on her back, her delicate skin and tender flesh perfect for a bite. Wukong flew to her breast and landed, giving her a hard bite on the purple nipple.

Xiaowei cried out "Ouch!" and pressed her hand to her breast. Wukong had already left, flying to her lower body, where he saw the fleshy mound at the entrance of her vagina, covered in lush vegetation. Wukong landed on it, feeling the wet, slippery texture and smelling of a swampy, rotten place. He almost vomited, thinking, "How could such a fragrant and lovely woman smell so awful? You can't judge a book by its cover; beauty is often just an illusion." "All that glitters is not gold," he thought, "that's probably a perfect description of people like her." Unable to bring himself to bite, he quickly flapped his wings and flew away, only managing to bite her snow-white thigh.

Xiaowei, annoyed by the mosquito, huffed, "You damn mosquito, I'll make you kick the bucket!" She sat up and examined herself. Bajie leaned closer, his hand caressing her smooth thighs, his eyes fixed on her alluring vulva. He said with concern, "Oh dear, these mosquitoes are so nasty! They bite everywhere, but this delicate spot of theirs."

Xiaowei, without even wearing underwear or a bra, casually threw on a coat and got out of bed.

Bajie asked her, "Where are you going now that you're dressed?"

Xiaowei glanced at his genitals, noticing his erect penis still standing tall and showing no signs of weakness. She was secretly pleased and said, "I'm going to get some insecticide to kill these wretched mosquitoes." Bajie was overjoyed and said, "My sister is so understanding! We'll never have a peaceful day until this stinky mosquito is gone."

Wukong, hearing the woman say she was going to get some insecticide, and wondering what kind of powerful weapon it was, became suspicious and stopped by the window.

He saw Xiaowei quickly return, holding a cylindrical device, and spray it into the four corners of the walls. The fan was on in the room, and the unpleasant smell immediately spread. Wukong took a breath and almost fell out of the window. Luckily, he was prepared and quickly slipped away. He thought to himself, "What kind of poison did that woman use? It's incredibly potent. If I had been a little slower, I would have fallen for her trick."

Wukong flew out of the inn, intending to leave immediately, but then he thought again. That woman looked shifty; she probably had ulterior motives towards Bajie. That pig-headed fellow was already dull-witted, and now, blinded by lust, he was completely disoriented and at her mercy. After all, they were brothers, and Wukong was truly worried. He flew back to the room and transformed into a large-bellied teapot, standing beside the small television. At this point, the smell of insecticide had no effect on him anymore, meaning he couldn't fly around teasing them anymore; he could only watch helplessly.

He saw Bajie pinning Xiaowei down, inserting his thick, long penis, moving it rhythmically like an old farmer hoeing the ground, earnest and diligent. Xiao Wei moaned softly beneath him, saying, "Darling, you must be gentle with my tender spot! You're thrusting so hard, you're going to tear me apart!"

Hearing her lewd words, Bajie laughed, "Your place is a bottomless pit. I'm thrusting so hard, but I can never reach the bottom." As he spoke, his movements didn't slow down; he continued his rapid thrusting. Xiao Wei, a woman experienced in such matters, didn't back down, arching her hips and eagerly welcoming him. The sounds of their thrusting echoed throughout the room, the wooden bed creaking and groaning in accompaniment. Their passionate lovemaking lasted for over an hour.

Xiao Wei felt dizzy from the thrusting, a surge of heat seeming to well up within her. She arched her back, tightly embracing Bajie's large buttocks, and said haltingly, "Darling, I... I can't... take it anymore, you... stop..." Bajie, caught up in the moment, couldn't stop, continuing his vigorous thrusting. Just then, Xiao Wei let out a soft cry, and a warm liquid gushed from her lower body. Bajie felt a surge of heat, couldn't hold back, and let out a satisfied roar, ejaculating profusely. He then lay blissfully on top of Xiao Wei.

Xiao Wei, a woman who had worked in the sex industry and seen countless men, felt a surge of affection for Bajie after being so thoroughly satisfied. She hugged him tightly, her eyes glazed, and said in ecstasy, "Boss, you're amazing! I haven't felt this blissful in a long time."

Bajie, on top of her, said, "Then remember to come and keep me company every night. Let's be husband and wife forever."

"Staying with you is no problem, but I also need to earn a living. Three hundred yuan a night," Xiao Wei didn't forget her place. No matter how good the feelings, nothing beats money.

"I...I don't have much money on me. Can you lower the price? Twenty won't hurt? Besides, you only slept with me because you liked my good looks, right? Talking about money is so hurtful!" Bajie stammered.

"Give me a break! Who liked your looks? I wanted your wallet! Please, if you don't have a mirror at home, take a piss and look at yourself." Xiaowei laughed coldly, forcefully lifting Bajie's heavy body off her, and said angrily, "If you don't have money, why are you going to a prostitute? Twenty yuan? Go home and buy your mother toilet paper!"

Bajie lay on the bed with a bitter face. Three hundred yuan was too expensive. He only spent fifty yuan on a new outfit. Three hundred yuan could buy six sets of clothes. His heart ached more than if it were being torn from his own flesh, so he said, "How about this, I'll put it on my tab first. You know I'm staying here for a month anyway, and we'll settle the bill together with the rent after a month." He had already planned to just walk away and leave, and see where they'd find him then.

So, with a grin, he reached out and grabbed her ample breasts, saying, "You can come over every night and have your fun. I'll pay you eventually, sooner or later."

Xiao Wei wasn't stupid; she wasn't so easily fooled. She slapped his hand away from her breasts, pouting, "Don't treat me like a fool. If you just walk away, where will I find you? One time, one payment, no discussion." Pigsy was greatly impressed. She wasn't a mind reader; how could she know what he was thinking?

Xiaowei saw that Bajie didn't seem inclined to get up and get the money for her, and she became even angrier. However,

she remained calm and said, "Boss, you yourself said you handle millions of yuan every day, would you really care about a mere three hundred yuan?" Bajie inwardly groaned, regretting his earlier boast. He could only try to justify himself, "My business is indeed very large, three hundred yuan is nothing to me. But you must understand, those of us in big business have many social obligations and high expenses. Like tonight, I treated a client to dinner..." "The meal cost over ten thousand..."

Xiao Wei grew impatient, knowing he was still bragging. It seemed she couldn't get any money from this stingy man just by using her beauty; she had to use her trump card. So she said in a coquettish voice, "Boss, it's alright if you don't have money. It's because I like you. After all this talk, you must be thirsty, right? I'll get you a drink to quench your thirst."

Bajie was overjoyed. He hadn't expected his eloquence to be so effective; a few words were enough to convince Xiao Wei to stop asking for money. That monkey always said I was stupid; he was the truly hopeless one. He smiled broadly and said, "Then I'll trouble you, Xiao Wei."

Xiao Wei got off the bed naked, tore a piece of tissue from the tissue box next to the TV, wiped herself, and then casually placed the tissue next to the teapot. Wukong cursed his bad luck inwardly. Such a filthy thing in front of him, with the stench of rotten apples, almost made him want to flee.

Xiao Wei casually threw on a coat, opened the door, and went out. She quickly returned, carrying two cans of drinks. She handed one to Bajie, who was still lying naked on the bed, unzipped it, and said considerately, "Boss, please have some water."

Bajie, unsuspecting, took it and drank it, saying happily, "Little Wei, you're not only skilled in bed, but also gentle and considerate, truly impeccable!"

Chapter 46 Peeping (Part Four)

After finishing the drink, Bajie felt a little dizzy, his eyelids growing heavier, and Xiao Wei's image gradually blurred before him. He yawned several times, muttering to himself, "What's wrong with me? It's like sleepiness has gotten into my body; I'm so sleepy I can't even keep my eyes open."

Xiaowei leaned down, pressing her pink face against his bare chest, and said softly, "Baby, you just went through a lot, so it's normal to feel sleepy. A nap will make you feel better." Bajie gradually fell asleep to her gentle voice, emitting loud snores.

Xiaowei nudged Bajie with her hand, finding him fast asleep. The sleeping pills in his drink were indeed effective, instantly rendering this tall, strong man unconscious. A subtle, sly smile appeared on her pretty lips as she sat up and went into the bathroom to look for Bajie's clothes.

Wukong chuckled inwardly; he had already taken the money from Bajie's pocket while they were having their fun, so of course, she wouldn't find it now. Sure enough, a moment later, Xiaowei emerged from the bathroom, carrying Bajie's clothes. She tossed the clothes beside Bajie, muttering to herself, "This is unbelievable! When he paid the rent, I clearly saw him take out a wad of cash, at least several thousand yuan. Why did it suddenly disappear?"

Undeterred, she grabbed the clothes again, searching every pocket, but the result was the same. A little exasperated, she looked at Bajie, who was sleeping soundly, a puddle of drool still dripping from his mouth, probably still dreaming of their passionate encounter. She was even angrier. She grabbed his limp penis and slapped it twice, yelling, "I'll kill you! I'll kill you!" With his penis grabbed and slapped twice more, Bajie's erection miraculously returned, proudly regaining its strength. He muttered to himself, "Little Wei, don't go, let's have some more fun!"

Xiao Wei said softly, "Although you've made me feel so good, to be honest, I wish I could be your husband forever. But I'm in the business of prostitution, I can't break the rules. Besides, I have to give half of the three hundred yuan I charge you to the boss. Now you haven't given me a penny, there's no reason for me to pay the boss an extra one hundred and fifty. Since you have no money, don't blame me for being heartless."

She stood up, opened the door, and left. Wukong, curious, wanted to see how she would deal with Bajie, the stupid pig, so he didn't move, just stood quietly on the TV cabinet. She returned shortly afterward, followed by a burly man carrying a bundle of thick rope and a short, thick stick. The man had a face full of scars, a hooked nose, and hawk-like eyes; he had a naturally fierce appearance.

“Brother Yuan, this is the guy. He didn’t pay a single penny after he was done,” Xiao Wei said, pointing to Bajie sleeping soundly on the bed.

“Damn it, daring to freeload on my turf, he’s got a death wish!” the man Xiao Wei called Brother Yuan said fiercely, then went over and tied Bajie up tightly. While tying him up, he cheered, “Wow, this guy’s thing is so magnificent! Even I, a stud, am ashamed of myself! Xiao Wei, he must have made you very well-behaved just now, right?”

Xiao Wei’s face flushed red, and she said shyly, “Brother Yuan, you’re so naughty, joking with Xiao Wei about something like this.” As she spoke, she punched the big man’s back with her small fists. The big man grabbed her hands, and seeing her blushing and shy appearance, he was tempted. Looking at her body, he saw that she was only wearing a small vest, without even a bra underneath, and her two high, firm breasts were surging in the loose vest. The big man’s lust rose, and he reached inside and rubbed them.

“Brother Yuan, let’s get down to business first. I’m staying at this inn every day, so whenever you want, it’s just a matter of a word…” Xiao Wei reminded him. Zeng Yuan was the inn’s henchman and Xiao Wei’s backer. He was the one who dealt with any difficult customers, so they didn’t dare offend him. They kept quiet and let Zeng Yuan’s large hands fondle her breasts.

“There’s no rush to get down to business. He’s already tied up there, he’s not going to fly away, is he? You gave him a sleeping potion, he won’t wake up anytime soon. Don’t worry, sister, once he wakes up, I’ll make sure he pays you. If he really doesn’t have any, we can kill him and sell him as pork. Pork is eighteen yuan a pound now, so we can get at least a thousand or so yuan.” Zeng Yuan comforted her while fondling her breasts. Wukong chuckled to himself, thinking, there’s no need to sell him as pork, he’s a genuine fat pig.

Zeng Yuan's other large hand had already reached under her short skirt, revealing a completely bare interior. He touched between her legs, his hand coming out sticky. Zeng Yuan laughed and scolded, "Xiao Wei, you slut! You didn't even wash up after doing it with this penniless bastard!"

Xiao Wei blushed and said, "Sorry, I didn't have time to wash. If you don't like it, I'll go wash up right now." Zeng Yuan pulled down his pants and said, "Look at you, can you wait?" Xiao Wei saw that he was already naked from the waist down, his penis erect and ready to move. Xiao Wei's lust was aroused. She grabbed him and said, "Since you can't wait, let's go in and play." Zeng Yuan pushed Bajie's heavy body against the wall, laid Xiao Wei across the edge of the bed, and without even taking off her clothes, he thrust his penis in all the way. Xiao

Wei's head rested on Bajie's large belly, her legs raised, wrapped around Zeng Yuan's waist. Zeng Yuan stood by the bed, thrusting forcefully, making Xiao Wei cry out in pain, moaning and groaning.

"Xiao Wei, you're such a born slut! You just put down your bowl, and now you're eating with gusto again. You have quite the appetite!" Zeng Yuan laughed, panting.

Xiao Wei responded eagerly, saying, "Yes...yes, I...I'm just a slut who can't get enough. My lower part is so hungry. Big brother, use your strength and fill it up, okay?" Her head rose and fell on Bajie's stomach, while Bajie slept soundly, completely unaware of the erotic scene before him.

Zeng Yuan flipped her over, making her lie face down on the bed, and penetrated her from behind. As Xiao Wei moved in rhythm with his thrusts, she reached her hand onto the sleeping Bajie, grasped his penis, and began to masturbate it. Bajie groaned in his sleep, perhaps because the dose of drug Xiao Wei had given him was too weak, and with her masturbation, he slowly woke up.

Bajie opened his eyes, and a filthy scene unfolded before him. He also discovered that he was bound hand and foot and unable to move. He saw Xiaowei lying naked on the bed, her snow-white buttocks raised, stroking her own penis while moaning softly. Behind her stood a burly man, his body pressed tightly against Xiaowei's buttocks, thrusting forcefully back and forth.

Bajie was startled, thinking he had encountered robbers, and that Xiaowei was also being implicated. He shouted, "You audacious scoundrel! Why are you binding your grandfather and harming a weak woman? Untie me now, or you'll die!"

Xiaowei, who was entering the harbor, heard this thunderous revelation and hurriedly released her hands from Bajie's manhood. She turned to the man behind her and said, "Brother, stop! He's awake!"

Zeng Yuan, in the midst of his ecstasy, was unwilling to stop. Even if a gun were pointed at the back of his head, he probably wouldn't be willing to pull out his manhood. He excitedly slapped Xiaowei's pert buttocks, and Xiaowei cried out softly, leaving a red handprint on her snow-white bottom. He gasped, "So what if he's awake! He got off easy. Let him watch a free little movie. I'll deal with him later after I've had my fill."

Bajie, seeing how hard he was hitting Xiaowei's bottom, felt a pang of sympathy and said, "You lecherous scoundrel, come at me if you have a problem! What kind of hero takes it out on a delicate woman?"

Zeng Yuan laughed heartily, saying, "Xiaowei, it seems he's really fallen for you." Xiaowei

looked at Bajie; although he was bound like a dumpling and couldn't move, his eyes held not only resentment but also boundless concern. She couldn't help but sigh inwardly. This man was indeed loyal and righteous. If he weren't so poor that he wanted to renege on his prostitution bill, she could have been his "husband" for a long time. Seeing the sweat beading on Xiaowei's face, contorted with excitement, Bajie assumed she was enduring humiliation and felt a tearing pain in his heart. Two tears of sympathy rolled down his cheeks as he said, "Xiaowei, you've suffered! But don't worry, once I break free of these ropes, I'll tear this lecherous thief to pieces, skin him alive, and eat his flesh to avenge you!" He struggled fiercely, but Zeng Yuan's binding skills were too advanced; no matter how Bajie struggled, it was futile.

The two continued their pleasure in front of Bajie. Xiaowei's plump breasts bounced up and down with Zeng Yuan's thrusts, accompanied by lewd moans and cries, her face flushed crimson, as if about to bleed. With a loud shout from Zeng Yuan, the two finally stopped.

Xiaowei lay limply on the bed, seemingly unconscious, motionless. Zeng Yuan used Bajie's new clothes to wipe his lower body, then tossed the clothes next to Xiao Wei, saying, "You can use these clothes to wipe yourself too."

Xiao Wei lazily got up, wiped her still-dripping lower body with Bajie's clothes, and said in a daze, "Big brother, you're really amazing, you've made me feel like I'm in heaven."

Zeng Yuan pointed at Bajie on the bed and asked, "So, compared to this idiot, who's stronger?"

Xiao Wei thought to herself, "You're far inferior to him," but said coquettishly, "Of course, it's you, big brother!"

Zeng Yuan was overjoyed and laughed, "Xiao Wei's mouth is really..." Sweet and smooth, comparable to that little mouth below, it made me feel so good! Since that's the case, if I don't get your money back, I don't deserve to be your big brother!

Chapter 047 Everyone is equal before money Zeng

Yuan walked to the bedside and said to Bajie, who was tied up like a rice dumpling, "Hey, I say you're really unreasonable. Why did you have fun but don't want to spend money? Do you want to freeload?"

Listening to the implication, even if Bajie was stupid, he understood that the other party was standing up for Xiaowei. It turned out that the two of them were in cahoots. No wonder Xiaowei was moaning and groaning just now, without a trace of unwillingness. He hurriedly defended himself, saying, "It was consensual, there was no coercion whatsoever, and besides, there was no talk of payment beforehand. If I had known I had to pay, I wouldn't have slept with her."

Xiao Wei was furious. So he was supposed to have his fun for free, and she was the one in the wrong? She coldly said, "Are you really confused or just pretending? Can't you see what I do for a living? I earn my living by sleeping with you men. If you're a man, stop pretending and hand over the money."

Zeng Yuan, standing beside him, also said viciously, "If you don't pay, I'll kill you, cut off your flesh, and sell you to pay off my debts! I, Zeng Yuan, never blink an eye when I kill; I mean what I say!"

Upon hearing this, Bajie was secretly alarmed. Looking at the man's muscular face and fierce eyes, he knew he was definitely a ruthless character. As the saying goes, a wise man doesn't fight a losing battle; this time, he had no choice but to reluctantly part with the money. So he said in a low voice, "It's just three hundred yuan, I'll give it to you! Untie me first, and I'll give you the money."

"I'm warning you, don't try to be clever again. Once you're untied, won't you take the opportunity to run away? Tell me honestly, where's the money?" Xiaowei asked coldly.

"It's in your pants pocket, take it yourself."

"Trying to lie to me again? I've searched your clothes, there's not a single penny in there."

"Really? There should be several thousand yuan left! You must have taken it secretly. Oh dear, that's my capital for doing business!"

Xiao Wei, upon hearing this, turned pale with anger and said, "Hmph, I didn't expect you to turn the tables! You look honest, but you've mastered the art of cheating! Brother Yuan, it seems he won't hand over the money unless we teach him a lesson!"

Zeng Yuan held a short stick and waved it in front of Bajie, saying, "Want to try the stun gun?" He pressed the switch on Bajie's body, and Bajie felt a powerful force strike him, as if he had been hit by a heavy object. He let out a terrible scream and almost fainted. Wukong, watching, also found it novel. He could tell from Bajie's scream that it wasn't faked. But the stun gun didn't seem to touch his body at all.

"How was it? Not bad, right? Want to come again?" Zeng Yuan said with a wicked smile.

"No, no!" Bajie waved his hands repeatedly, saying, "I really don't know where the money went, but Xiaowei knows I prepaid a thousand yuan at the hotel, so just deduct it from that."

"Are you out of your mind? That's rent, it's paid, there's no refund." Xiaowei said irritably.

Helpless, Bajie had to bring up Wukong, saying, "I have a phone number in my pocket, it's my eldest brother's. You guys call him, he'll send the money over soon." Wukong thought to himself, "This pighead, at a crucial moment he finally remembered his eldest brother. Although his sneaking out to seek pleasure wasn't exactly honorable, he still suffered some physical pain. We're brothers, who else should I help but him?" So he secretly chanted the incantation, transformed back into his true form, and leisurely sat on the TV cabinet, grinning, "Idiot, I'm here!"

Zeng Yuan and his companion, with their backs to Wukong, were startled by his laughter. Turning around, they saw a handsome man sitting on the TV cabinet, chuckling. Zeng Yuan asked in surprise, "Who are you? When did you come in?" Wukong crossed his legs and said contemptuously, "Who I am is irrelevant. Quickly release the person on the bed, or I'll spare you a beating."

"Hmph, have you been eating too much garlic? Such a big mouth! You must be tired of living." Zeng Yuan disdainfully sized up Wukong, seeing that he was fair-skinned and refined, not like someone who practiced martial arts. Feeling at ease, he swaggered over to Wukong, raised his large, fan-like hand, and began to slap Wukong's face. Wukong didn't dodge. As the slap came towards his face, he blocked it, grabbing Zeng Yuan's wrist. Zeng Yuan struggled, his face flushed, but strangely, his hand seemed rooted to the spot; no matter how hard he tried, it wouldn't budge. Realizing he'd met a master, he turned green with fear.

Wukong exerted force, and Zeng Yuan winced in pain, his bones cracking. His massive body involuntarily slumped to his knees, the stun gun in his left hand falling to the ground. Wukong bent down to pick it up, weighing it in his hand; it wasn't heavy. He asked Zeng Yuan, "How do you use this?" Zeng Yuan dared not utter a sound, remaining silent. Wukong looked left and right, noticing a red button in the middle of the stick. He pressed it forcefully.

Unexpectedly, one end of the stick pointed directly at Zeng Yuan's body. Zeng Yuan screamed "Ah!" and fainted from pain and fear.

Xiao Wei stood naked, stunned; what she had just witnessed was truly unbelievable. Zeng Yuan, as strong as a water buffalo, was effortlessly knocked to the ground in the blink of an eye, without even a chance to fight back. And the one who brought him down was actually a handsome, refined man! Xiao Wei was so shocked that she forgot to run away.

"Put your clothes on!" Wukong ordered, seeing that she was still completely naked, her large breasts exposed, which was truly indecent.

"Big Brother, you've come just in time! Great! Quickly untie me!" Bajie's eyes lit up with joy.

Wukong walked over and said, "Actually, I've been here for a while."

"Then what about just now..." Bajie blushed slightly; he was sure the monkey had seen his passionate encounter with Xiao Wei.

"You're quite something; you could be a superior breeding boar at the pig farm!" Wukong teased. Then he blew on Bajie, and the ropes binding him snapped into several pieces, falling off his body. Bajie sat up, stretched out his arms, and said, "Ouch, my hands and feet are numb from being tied up like that. This woman is truly vicious."

"This is the consequence of your lustful desires. Let's see if you, you stupid pig, dare to leave your semen everywhere again?"

You should enjoy yourself when you can. Otherwise, what's the point of coming down to the mortal world? Enduring hunger and thirst is far less comfortable than being a Clean Altar Messenger. If it weren't for the allure of human beauty, only a fool would willingly come down here. Bajie thought to himself, but said aloud, "My elder brother's teachings are good. I won't do it again."

Seeing that he was still naked, revealing his white, fat body, Wukong picked up the clothes that Xiaowei and the others had used to wipe their filth and threw them to Bajie, saying, "Put them on quickly. It's embarrassing and makes you a laughingstock." Bajie

looked miserable and said, "I don't want to wear these clothes anymore. They used them to wipe my lower body. They're filthy!"

"Just wear them. It's better than being naked, right? Or should we strip that guy's clothes off and give them to you?" Wukong asked him. Bajie quickly waved his hand and said, "No need, I'll wear this one. It's brand new, cost me fifty yuan." He then ignored the filth on it and put the clothes on.

Xiaowei also put on her clothes at this moment, standing there with her head down.

Bajie searched through all his pockets but couldn't find a single banknote. Furious, he said to Xiaowei, "You heartless woman! You took all my money! I was counting on it as capital!"

Xiaowei looked up, her face flushed, and said, "I didn't..."

"Still trying to deny it? My money doesn't have legs, it won't just disappear!" Bajie said, walking over to Xiaowei and groping her, muttering to himself, "Strange, she doesn't have any either."

Wukong chuckled, pulled out a wad of cash, and said, "Fool, the money's here with me."

Bajie lunged to grab it, saying, "Oh, so you're the thief, Senior Brother!" Wukong pulled his hand back, letting Bajie miss, still smiling, and said, "Fool, when did I become a thief? I heard this money was originally mine."

"I don't care, since you gave it to me, it's mine!" Bajie argued stubbornly. Wukong, intentionally teasing him, refused to give it to him. Exhausted and panting, Bajie had no choice but to give up the robbery. He forced a smile and said, "Good brother, give me the money! Look at my current situation, how miserable I am! I'll soon be starving!"

"Heh heh, even if I gave you more money, wouldn't you spend it all on women?"

"No way! I swear on my finger, I'll use it for something legitimate." Bajie said earnestly.

"Okay, I'll trust you one more time." Wukong handed the money to Bajie, saying, "Give the money to this woman; she doesn't earn money easily." Bajie took the money, counted out three hundred-yuan bills for her, and said with a pained expression, "Here, take it."

Xiaowei didn't stand on ceremony, accepting it without hesitation and stuffing it into her pocket. She put on a professional smile again and said, "Thank you, boss."

Wukong looked at Zeng Yuan lying on the ground and said to Xiaowei, "Call two people to get him out of here. He should be alright; he probably just fainted from fright."

"Okay, I'll go get some help right now." Xiaowei agreed and went out.

Chapter 48 Yang Ru is Missing

Xiao Wei returned after a long time, followed by a fat woman and two men.

The fat woman greeted Wukong with a beaming smile, saying, "Sir, I'm so sorry. My security guard was reckless and offended your brother. Please forgive him this time!"

"Who are you?" Wukong rolled his eyes and asked.

"I'm Zhou Meiyu, the owner of this little shop. Everyone calls me Xiaoyu." The fat woman tried hard to put on a fawning smile, but her face was so fleshy that Wukong could only see her muscles twitch a few times. He thought to himself, "A woman like a hippopotamus calls herself Xiaoyu? Ugh, it's hilarious."

"Your security guards are really going too far. While it's true that debts must be repaid, there's no need to tie someone up and beat them, is there? And my brother said this woman didn't discuss the price beforehand, only asking for 300 yuan afterward. Doesn't that sound like haggling over a dead dog? These days, this kind of service isn't enough." Wukong even quoted a line from a TV commercial.

"Yes, yes. Sir, I've learned a lot from your words. From today onward, I'll have them retrained before starting work." The fat woman obsequiously agreed, then said to the two men standing respectfully behind her, "Aren't you going to carry Zeng Yuan out? Is it nice to see him lying here like a dead dog?"

The two men, upon hearing the order, hurriedly went over, one lifting his head, the other his feet, and carried Zeng Yuan's massive body out.

"I won't bother you two anymore. If you need anything, just have the waiter let me know." The fat woman said politely, then left.

"Bosses, Xiao Wei is leaving too." Xiao Wei winked at Bajie and swayed away.

Bajie stared blankly at Xiaowei's graceful figure as she walked away.

"You stupid pig, I'm really impressed with you. You suffered a huge loss, almost got slaughtered and turned into a dead pig, and you still won't learn your lesson. Look, you're even drooling. I can't imagine how you survived those years as a Buddha!" Wukong laughed and scolded.

Bajie wiped his mouth with his hand; it was indeed wet, probably from drooling. He chuckled sheepishly and said, "Hehe, being a Buddha is really tough. I even dream about women. Brother, you don't know, this woman is truly intoxicating!"

"How intoxicating? Tell me."

"She's practically a repressed, lustful widow, desperately hungry and incredibly wanton. Her lower body is like a little mouth, sucking and sucking, as if trying to swallow and melt my thing. The feeling is like a thousand ants crawling on my heart, a ticklish sensation, a feeling of pure bliss..." Bajie reminisced, savoring the memory.

"Bajie, you always talk endlessly about women, probably until dawn. I can't do anything with you. I don't want to hear your rambling anymore, I'm going back to the hotel." Wukong stood up to leave.

Bajie grabbed Wukong's arm and said, "Sit a little longer, Big Brother. If you don't want to listen to my nagging, watch TV." He went over and turned on the TV.

The news was playing, and a woman said, "Our reporter Yang Ru has been mysteriously missing for three days. The public is very concerned, and countless citizens call the station every day to inquire about the case's progress. The police have also expressed great concern, but they cannot disclose specific details. Our station will closely follow up on Yang Ru's situation..."

Wukong was shocked. No wonder Yang Ru hadn't called in days; he'd thought she was too busy with work. She had disappeared!

What could be the reason? Wukong frowned, thinking. Could it be because of Yan Yan's suicide case? Had she offended someone powerful and been kidnapped? Or was it the people from Wutong Night Rain causing trouble?

"Bajie, I have urgent business to attend to, I have to go," Wukong said to Bajie, ignoring his repeated attempts to persuade him to stay, and hurried away.

Wukong first went to Yang Ru's house. He rang the doorbell, and the door opened quickly.

"Mr. Sun, is that you?" It was Yang Ru's father who opened the door, a little surprised to see Wukong visiting at night.

"It's me, Uncle. I've come to see you," Wukong nodded and said.

"Please come in."

Wukong followed Mr. Yang into the living room. In just a few days, Mr. Yang's hair had turned considerably whiter, and his steps were heavy; he was a completely different person from his previous humorous self.

"Where's Aunt? Is she asleep?" Wukong looked around the empty living room, not seeing Mrs. Yang, and asked.

"She's been sick for several days. Since my daughter disappeared, she's been bedridden, doesn't want to eat, and cries all day long," Mr. Yang sighed.

"I'm sorry, I just heard about Xiaoru's disappearance on TV and rushed over immediately. Do you have any clues?" Wukong asked.

“No. Just a few days ago, she happily told us that she had handed over all the evidence to the police, and that the case of Yan Yan’s suicide should be resolved soon. Unexpectedly, two days later, she disappeared without a trace. Her cell phone was switched off. None of her classmates, friends, or colleagues knew where she was. I knew something had happened to her. Xiao Ru has always been a very well-behaved child; she has never run away from home before.” Mr. Yang’s expression was grave.

“Then, according to your estimation, who kidnapped Xiao Ru?” Wukong asked.

“My wife and I are both poor teachers; we don’t have any extra money. If she was kidnapped, it definitely wouldn’t be for money. The other day, I heard you say that the Yan Yan suicide case involved the son of Vice Mayor Li, and that Yan Yan even handed over the recording to the police. I think it’s probably because of this reason that Xiao Ru offended someone powerful and was retaliated against. If that’s the case, the little girl’s chances of survival are extremely slim.” Mr. Yang said, choking back tears.

“Your analysis makes a lot of sense. My opinion is similar to yours. Xiaoru’s disappearance is most likely related to Young Master Li. Damn it, I really regret it. I hesitated that day and didn’t kill him, which has caused Xiaoru so much suffering.” Wukong pounded his head hard.

“Mr. Sun, there’s no need to blame yourself. Perhaps Xiaoru’s fate is unfortunate, destined to suffer. You saved her once, and we will remember it forever. Now we only hope that Xiaoru will be blessed by heaven and safely overcome this calamity.”

“Uncle, rest assured, since I saved Xiaoru once, I will never abandon her safety. Even if they hide her to the ends of the earth, I will bring Xiaoru back and return her to you safely!” Wukong said resolutely.

Mr. Yang was deeply moved. He grasped Wukong's hand and said, "Young man, thank you! Xiaoru is truly blessed to have a friend like you!"

"Old man, who's here? Is it the police? Is there news about Xiaoru?" Mrs. Yang heard voices in the living room and forced herself to come out.

"Look who's here! It's Mr. Sun, Xiaoru's great benefactor."

"Really? Oh, Mr. Sun is so kind. He even rushed over tonight for Xiaoru's sake." Although Mrs. Yang's eyes were red and swollen, and her face was haggard, she couldn't help but show a joyful expression upon seeing Wukong.

"Auntie, don't be so polite. We're all family. Xiaoru's affairs are my affairs, Sun Wukong's affairs."

"Sigh, Xiaoru, that girl, she's just as stubborn as her father. They're both the type who won't shed a tear until they see the coffin. I'm almost heartbroken because of them. Sigh, a girl like her, why choose to be a reporter? She's offended so many people, and naturally, she'll face retaliation." Yang's mother complained to her husband.

"What's wrong with being a reporter? Xiaoru is so strong-willed, she won't yield to the dark forces. Even I, as her father, am proud of that! Besides, it's Xiaoru's own choice, and we parents must respect it." Yang's father argued.

"Look, look! It's because of a father like you that you raised such a stubborn daughter! Xiaoru's disappearance is all your fault!" Yang's mother's pale face turned even more bloodless with anger.

Seeing the two of them bickering, Wukong hurriedly said, "You two don't need to worry too much. I'll go and inquire about Xiaoru's whereabouts right away. I believe we'll have results soon. Please put your

minds at ease and wait for good news at home!" Mother Yang was relieved to hear this. Moreover, she knew that when Xiaoru was in trouble last time, Wukong was able to rescue her from Wutong Manor and severely damage the gang. He must be quite capable. So her gloomy heart brightened, and she choked back tears, saying, "Mr. Sun, you are truly a savior! My daughter's safety depends entirely on you. Those useless people at the police station only waste taxpayers' money; they're hopeless when it comes to doing anything useful."

"I'm leaving now. Please rest assured and wait for my good news! Also, eat when you're supposed to eat, and sleep when you're supposed to sleep. I think Xiaoru wouldn't want to see her emaciated parents when she gets home."

Then Yang's mother said, "Little Sun, hearing you say that makes me feel much better! Old man, is there any leftover food? I'm so hungry!"

Chapter 49: A Power-for-Sex Deal.

Wukong found out Vice Mayor Li's address and arrived at his door. A still-attractive middle-aged woman was standing at the door, rummaging through her small shoulder bag. After a while, she finally found a set of keys.

"Excuse me, is this Vice Mayor Li's house?" Wukong asked her.

The middle-aged woman sized up Wukong, finding him refined and scholarly, and felt a certain liking for him. She said, "Yes, this is Vice Mayor Li's home. I'm his wife. Do you need to see him?"

"Yes, I have some official business to report to Mayor Li. I wonder if he's home?" Wukong said respectfully. Mrs. Li didn't suspect anything. Too many people came to Li Datong in the evenings to "report," either with gifts or money; Mrs. Li was used to it. So she said to Wukong, "Come in! I saw his car return from the garage; he should be home."

Wukong followed Mrs. Li into the living room. The living room was large and luxuriously furnished, brightly lit, but empty; Li Datong was nowhere to be seen.

"Please sit down. Old Li seems to have had something urgent to attend to. If you're not in a hurry, you can wait for him. However, if you have something to give Old Li, you can give it to me, and I'll pass it on to him when he returns," Mrs. Li said, looking at Wukong, assuming he was also there to give money. But seeing that his hands were empty, she hinted to him...

“No rush, no rush, we have time anyway. I’ll sit here and wait for him,” Wukong said.

“Mayor Li, it sounds like someone’s come in. Could it be your wife coming back?” A low female voice came from the bedroom. It wasn’t loud, but Wukong’s keen hearing picked it up clearly.

“No, she went to play mahjong. She won’t be back until midnight,” a man’s voice said softly. “Even if she comes back, don’t worry. My affairs are none of her business. Dongdong, let’s continue…” Wukong recognized the voice clearly as Li Datong’s. Then came the sounds of kissing and thrusting.

“Mayor Li, my section chief position…”

“Don’t worry, I promised you, there’s no problem. Old Yang is retiring this month, and then his section chief position will be yours.”

“You have to keep your word!” the woman said, panting.

"Of course. Do you think I, Li Datong, am the kind of person who doesn't keep his word? Let's not talk about this, okay? It's a downer!"

"Okay, okay, let's not talk about this anymore. Mayor Li, you're over fifty, but you're still as vigorous as a young man, that's truly remarkable. To be honest, my husband is nowhere near as good as you."

"Really?"

"Really, he's just a bull with all his might, he only knows how to brute force it, he just thrusts in and then falls asleep, no tenderness at all, it's like going to the toilet." The woman was full of complaints.

Li Datong got excited by her and increased his intensity, saying, "Actually, I'm quite vigorous too..." The woman's moans grew louder and louder as he thrust into her, clearly reaching the living room.

Mrs. Li also vaguely heard it. She pricked up her ears and listened carefully for a while, her face turning pale and then red. If it weren't for Wukong being there, she might have already rushed in. However, with outsiders present, she couldn't act out immediately, afraid of being laughed at.

But the pleasurable moans from the bedroom grew louder and louder without restraint. A woman's seductive voice said, "Mayor Li, lie down, I'll be on top, you don't need to bother!"

Even with her excellent composure, Mrs. Li couldn't resist any longer. She quickly walked a few steps to the bedroom door and pushed it open.

There lay Li Datong, naked, with a young woman sitting on his stomach, rising and falling vigorously, her snow-white buttocks swaying back and forth—a truly beautiful sight. Hearing the door open, the woman on top turned her head.

"Liang Dongdong, you vixen, you really did seduce my husband! I treated you like a daughter all this time, and you actually did something so beastly..." Mrs. Li rushed over, grabbed Dongdong's hair, and pulled her off Li Datong's stomach.

Li Datong, still naked, his manhood still erect, was enraged by Mrs. Li's outburst. He jumped off the bed and slapped Mrs. Li hard across the face.

Li Tai was completely stunned by the slap. Covering her face, her eyes widened in disbelief as she asked, "You hit me? You actually hit me for this vixen? Li Datong, I'll fight you to the death!" She rushed over and started scratching and biting Li Datong like a raging tigress. Li Datong's body was naked, and Li Tai had nowhere to attack, so she simply grabbed his genitals and tore at them forcefully.

Li Datong was in so much pain that he almost fainted. In desperation, he shouted, "Ouch, it hurts so much! Dongdong, what are you standing there for? Come and help me!"

Dongdong, who was at a loss, heard Li Datong's cry and immediately went over to pull Li Tai's hair. Li Tai was even angrier. She couldn't believe that this vixen would attack her so openly. She cursed, "Vixen, I'll fight you to the death!" She turned around and started tearing at Dongdong.

Wukong stood at the door, leisurely watching the exciting scene unfold before him. Dongdong's snow-white breasts were covered in bloody scratches, and Li Tai was in no better shape; her clothes were torn to shreds, and her face bore the five finger marks of Li Datong, as well as several scratches from Dongdong's long fingernails.

Li Tai cursed viciously, reaching down to Dongdong's genitals and plucking a few pubic hairs, saying fiercely, "I'll pluck all your hair out, making you a featherless chicken!"

Dongdong wasn't a coward either; she ripped off Li Tai's bra, hugged her body, and bit down on her nipple with her sharp teeth, almost tearing it off. Li Tai screamed in pain, desperately trying to break free from Dongdong's embrace, touching her nipple and sobbing softly.

Wukong, amused, clapped his hands and exclaimed, "Brilliant, brilliant!"

Because he had been watching the situation closely, Li Datong only then noticed someone standing in the doorway. Upon closer inspection, Li Datong's face turned pale with shock, as if he had seen a ghost. He covered his genitals with both hands and said in terror, "You—how did you get in?" The two women stopped fighting when they saw Li Datong's terrified appearance. They couldn't understand why an ordinary guest would frighten the vice mayor like this, and they looked at him with suspicion.

Wukong chuckled and said, "I've been here for a while; your wife brought me in. Seeing there was a good show, I didn't have time to greet you. I'm truly sorry."

Mrs. Li also realized the visitor was up to no good, so she temporarily set aside her resentment and stood beside her husband, softly asking, "Old Li, who is he? Why are you so afraid?"

Li Datong stammered, "He's Sun Wukong, the one who crippled Qing'er."

Mrs. Li's face turned pale instantly, and she trembled as she said, "You—, what do you want?"

"Haha, Mr. Li, you have a good memory! You even remember a nobody like me. Rare indeed!" Wukong chuckled and continued, "Your hospitality is truly peculiar. Do you usually like to meet your guests naked like this?"

The three of them then realized they were all naked, which was quite unseemly. Dongdong cried out and quickly turned around, her back to Wukong, revealing her smooth, white buttocks. She bent down to pick up her clothes, which had been carelessly thrown on the ground, and hurriedly put them on. Li Datong and his wife also hurriedly went to find clothes to put on.

After putting on his clothes, Li Datong looked presentable again, and had a bit of the dignity of an official. He coughed and said to Li Tai, "What are you still standing here for? Hurry up and go prepare tea and greet the guests." He subtly winked at Li Tai. Li Tai understood and said, "Okay, I'll go make tea right away."

"Hehe, you want to go out and call for reinforcements, don't you? I think it's unnecessary. If Lord Li hasn't suffered from amnesia, he should clearly remember that I don't care about the thousands of men of Wutong Yeyu. No matter how many people you bring, I won't care at all! Besides, do you think you can walk out of this door unscathed?" Wukong said calmly, his hands clasped together.

Li Tai looked at Li Datong with a questioning gaze.

Li Datong smiled helplessly and said, "Of course, of course. I, Li, have already witnessed Mr. Sun's abilities and have absolutely no intention of resisting. Please move to the living room, and we can sit down and talk slowly."

Wukong's smile faded, and he said seriously, "No need, let's finish what we have to say here. My purpose in coming here is very simple; I only want to ask you one question. However, to tell you the truth, if there is even half a lie, I will cut off your dog's head and hang it on the gate of your courtyard to dry in the wind."

Li Datong was so frightened that his legs trembled, and he said in a trembling voice, "Mr. Sun, please ask. Don't just ask one question, even ten or a hundred, I will answer truthfully and dare not utter a single lie."

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