[Urban] Clouds and Rain (Complete) - 1

Synopsis:

What do you do when you're cuckolded? Kill the adulterer? Get rid of the adulterous woman? Or discipline your wife and make sure she never recovers?

This protagonist has a unique approach: the debts his wife incurred are repaid by his daughter—keeping the wealth within the family…

Chapter One:

The birdsong of dawn drifted in through the window. In the spacious bedroom, a snow-white body, glistening with a thin layer of sweat, occasionally traced glistening watermarks in the morning light. The alluring woman's body writhed rhythmically on the man's body, her seductive curls swirling in the air like large black ribbons, her full breasts sliding in the man's hands, the hard nipples tickling his palms.

"Ahaha…husband, I…I can't take it anymore…"

the mature, voluptuous woman sitting on the man's lower abdomen cried out, her slender waist twisting and turning, her tight vagina gripping the man's penis as if trying to break it. Around her beautiful, diamond-shaped navel, glistening sweat glistened on the smooth skin of her lower abdomen.

The man's hand left her large breasts and began to caress the dense forest of her genitals. Skillfully, his fingers found the open crevice, probing inside. He touched a delicate clitoris within the bright red flesh, pressing firmly. "Ah..."

Her clitoris was stimulated, causing her whole body to tremble. Her snow-white body swayed precariously, supported only by the man's right hand. His palm squeezed her full breasts into a fleshy pancake, the bulging flesh between his fingers exuding an indescribable eroticism.

She parted her red lips slightly, panting, and coquettishly said to the man, "Hoo...hehe...husband, you've made me weak all over, I have no strength left." Her

long, soft moans, melodious and lingering, sent shivers down the man's spine.

"I thought that was a pressure switch? You're so tired, I wanted to help you."

The man grinned smugly, continuing to rub her swollen clitoris. His fingers were quickly covered in slippery fluid, and her clitoris swelled and became increasingly wet. He pressed it against his fingertips and rubbed it slowly.

"Husband... I... I'm so wet again, it's so itchy, so itchy."

She used all her strength to straighten up, trying to twist her waist, but her weak body couldn't move in any direction. She twisted aimlessly, barely managing to scratch the itchy spot. The area

where they were joined was soaking wet, and the thick fluid seeping from her rosy vulva had stuck their pubic hair together. A look of resentment appeared on her face, her lips slightly parted as if trying to reach for something, but unable to bite it, she could only let out a frustrated moan.

The man released her clitoris, twirling the pubic hair they were stuck together with his fingers, deliberately teasing her, "Xiao Jie, look, we're really a 'married couple' now."

"You're so mean, ah...ah..."

Taking advantage of her distraction, he moved his hands to her waist, grasping the curves of her hips, and thrust upwards with a sudden, powerful movement, each thrust eliciting screams from her. With each thrust, her body swayed, her ample breasts rippling. After a few thrusts, her limp body quickly went limp.

Completely powerless, she bent over, her arms struggling to support her weight. Her brows furrowed slightly, a bitter expression masking a seductive allure, soft moans escaping her sensual red lips. Her pair of white breasts, like stalactites, hung before the man's eyes, swaying with her body, the heavy, bouncy flesh revealing a substantial weight. He couldn't resist cupping her breasts from below, squeezing them tightly. His palm pressed against her two rosy nipples, the soft yet firm sensation making his penis even hotter and harder. At the same time, his light, almost-but-not-quite-touching movements tantalized her desire, causing her body to convulse.

"Hoo...husband...I want it..."

The beautiful woman licked his face with her small tongue, leaving a fragrant trail of moisture, her alluring appearance like a cat in heat.

He couldn't resist any longer. He rolled over and pinned her to the bed, his hands gripping her slender waist, thrusting forcefully back and forth. The sounds of their bodies merging filled the air.

"Ah ha ha..."

The beauty cried out in pleasure, her full breasts swaying with her movements, waves of milk rippling around her. Her long, beautiful legs were tightly wrapped around his waist, her small feet intertwined, her delicate heels rubbing against his lower back.

"Ah...ah...ha...old..."

The beauty's brows furrowed as she was penetrated, her eyes half-closed, her red lips slightly parted, yet she couldn't utter a single continuous word.

After a hundred or so thrusts, her tight vagina seemed to come alive, the layers of soft flesh undulating incessantly around the man's long spear.

"Ahhh..."

The woman arched her body upwards, her fingers, which had been clasped in ten small white knots on the sheets, suddenly loosened, her raised pink and white arms tightly embracing the man's neck, her soft, fragrant body trembling.

Her two beautiful legs, wrapped around the man, also hooked tightly, trying to squeeze him completely into her body.

A tingling sensation ran through the man's lower back; he gritted his teeth, quickening his thrusts, a low growl escaping his throat.

A thick stream of semen spurted into the fiery passage, simultaneously colliding with another gushing stream of heat.

Countless sparks exploded in their minds.

Lu Zhiyuan, dressed in brown pajamas, sat at the glass dining table, savoring the hot milk and fried eggs before him. Diagonally opposite him, a high-definition program was playing on the LCD TV in the living room.

"Ms. Jia Xinjie, you've won Best Supporting Actress at the Seoul Film Festival. Do you have anything to say?"

On the lavish, golden stage, the female host pointed the microphone at a stunning actress in a black off-the-shoulder dress. Her hair was styled in a high bun, her shoulders exposed, her fair skin appearing smooth and rounded—a classic Eastern beauty.

She smiled, holding the trophy, gracefully facing the host's interview, though the tears still clinging to the corners of her eyes betrayed her current excitement.

"I want to thank my director and my colleagues who worked with me for nine months to win this award. This award belongs to the entire 'Call of Heroes' team. Also, I want to thank my family, my husband, and my daughter. I love you all!"

"How many times are you going to watch this boring video?"

The beautiful woman's coquettish voice rang out in the living room. Facing the camera, the classical beauty with tears in her eyes appeared vividly before the man. A white towel wrapped around her tied-up hair, and glistening water droplets still clung to the exposed strands. Her rosy cheeks exuded the warm breath of a post-shower bath. The neckline of her cotton white nightgown was half-open, and a glimpse of her snow-white cleavage could be vaguely seen beneath her beautiful collarbone.

"Hehe,"

Lu Zhiyuan chuckled happily, "I can never get enough of looking at her."

Although he had seen this beautiful sight for over a decade, he still savored the image of his wife emerging from the water, his mind involuntarily recalling the scene of their passionate embrace that morning, his wife's fair arms and legs, and her full... "You're so cheeky..."

Jia Xinjie first accepted her husband's praise with a charming smile, then suddenly noticed his gaze deliberately tracing the curve of her neckline downwards. She quickly pulled her neckline with her small, fair hands, covering the exposed glimpse of her body, pouting her red lips and feigning anger.

I just love her sexy and cute look to death, and this is only mine. Looking at his wife's beauty, Lu Zhiyuan couldn't help but feel proud.

"Daddy, Mommy, good morning."

Just as he was admiring his wife's charmingly coquettish manner, a crisp voice echoed in his ears. A girl in a pale white shirt had already jumped down from the corner of the second-floor stairs, gripping the handrail with both hands, her small feet in white socks landing lightly on the ground. In the instant she took off, a glimpse of her delicate buttocks and a corner of white fabric flashed beneath her flowing light blue skirt.

"What are you doing? My little darling, you scared me to death! This isn't your practice room. Be careful not to fall."

The beautiful woman in the house pressed her fair hand to her ample chest, calming her startled nerves. She casually poured milk from a large glass and instructed, "Come and eat breakfast quickly."

"Mommy, I'm going to school. I can eat breakfast in the cafeteria."

The girl grabbed her schoolbag and quickly slipped towards the entrance.

“Lu Siyu,”

the beautiful woman said, hands on her hips, staring at the girl’s back, her eyes blazing with displeasure, “I was away on a business trip for a month and only got home last night. Can’t you have breakfast with your mother?”

The little beauty, clutching her schoolbag, turned her head away, her lips slightly pursed, and reluctantly turned around. She

looked at the man sitting there with pitiful eyes, like a little mouse caught by its mother cat, her large, watery eyes filled with pleading.

Lu Zhiyuan, watching the two beauties facing off, couldn’t help but chuckle. He said to his still sulking wife, “Fine, I’ll have breakfast with you. Let Siyu go to school.” He then winked

playfully at his daughter.

Hearing her father’s words, the girl glanced at her mother’s face out of the corner of her eye. The cute little mouse, as if granted a pardon, turned and ran quickly to the door, putting on her shoes and opening the door in one swift motion. Before leaving, she pinched her nose and turned back to make a playful face. "Mommy, you and Daddy enjoy your sweet time together. I'm leaving as a third wheel."

Looking at her mischievous daughter, Jia Xinjie shook her head helplessly, rolled her eyes at the man beside her, and said, "Look at you, you've spoiled this girl rotten."

"Hehe, if I don't spoil my daughter, would I abuse her?"

Lu Zhiyuan smiled, put the newspaper on the dining table, walked behind her, wrapped his arms around his wife's slender waist, and pressed his head against her elegant neck. His nose and mouth were filled with the fragrance of a woman after a bath, so he couldn't help but lower his head and kiss her neck, all the way down to his wife's smooth face. He savored the tender skin inch by inch with his lips, like licking a freshly peeled egg white. He didn't realize that the desire he had just released was rising again in his groin.

"What are you doing?"

Feeling the touch on her pert buttocks, the beautiful Jia twisted her body shyly, but she couldn't get rid of her husband's arms. Instead, the unconscious swaying of her full, round buttocks fueled the man's growing heat and size.

"Wife,"

Lu Zhiyuan's voice deepened, becoming husky, "you're so beautiful."

"You're so annoying! We're an old married couple, and you still… ah…"

Just as she whimpered, one of the man's hands had already slipped between her legs, feeling the smoothness of her inner thighs as he worked his way upwards, his long fingers quickly finding her most intimate petals.

"Xiao Jie, it's a good habit to not wear underwear after a bath,"

the man said, licking her small earlobe with his tongue, savoring every inch of her skin, inhaling her unique fragrance. Her

tightly closed legs were gradually parted, the man's large hand tingling between her thighs. Especially when his fingers touched her sensitive labia, a jolt of electricity shot through her lower body. Jia Xinjie, who had been resisting, suddenly collapsed into her husband's arms. He braced her back with his shoulder, while his other hand groped her slender waist, gently pulling at the waistband of her nightgown. She immediately felt a cool sensation against her skin.

Her full, round breasts sprang out, the moist, rosy nipples trembling slightly in the air. Lu Zhiyuan's hand caressed his wife's slender waist and her flat, alluring abdomen, the smooth lines of which showed no signs of having given birth to two children.

"Ah..."

When his hand touched her, his slightly rough fingers brushing against the curves of her full breasts and her nipples, Jia Xinjie finally couldn't help but let out a soft moan. Her body went limp as if struck by lightning, her long legs trembling uncontrollably.

"Xiaojie, do you like it?"

Holding his beloved wife's heavy breasts in one hand, Lu Zhiyuan began to tease the two already erect nipples with his middle finger. He gently tugged and twisted those two small cherries, the red beans rolling under his fingers growing larger and harder, while his wife's pretty face grew redder and her breathing more rapid.

"Mmm..."

Xin Jie's feelings became more and more obvious, the desire of a mature woman surged again, her breasts were hot from her husband's caresses, but her lower body felt even more empty. One of his large hands only swept around the entrance, occasionally kneading the slightly parted petals of her labia, but not going any deeper. She tried her best to close her legs, but she couldn't, and could only let the gusts of cold air and the occasional brush of his fingertips invade her burning inner thighs.

His left hand kneaded her soft and full breasts forcefully, the snow-white flesh under his palm leaving five marks with a gentle pinch, letting his palm feel the comfort and temptation brought by her smooth and delicate skin. At the same time, he whispered in his wife's ear, "Xiao Jie, look at the TV, how dignified that woman is."

"Mmm..."

Xin Jie, whose desire was burning even more intensely, opened her slightly hazy eyes and saw that the woman on TV was dressed elegantly, gracefully accepting an interview with the host, while her own clothes were disheveled, her bathrobe wide open, and her exposed snow-white body was already flushed with the heat of sex. Just as countless flashes of light were pointing at her on the TV, her husband's finger was touching her swollen clitoris, as if countless cameras were photographing her being fingered by a man.

"Ahhh..."

A strange sense of shame and excitement instantly swept through her body, and her swollen vulva twitched violently a few times, a gush of fluid spurting out and shooting directly onto Zhiyuan's hand.

The beauty in front of him had already gone weak in the knees and collapsed into his arms, her white bathrobe scattered on the floor.

Looking at the clear, sticky fluid on his palm, and listening to her sweet, cloying, satisfied, and sexy moans, Lu Zhiyuan smiled contentedly, his lower body already erect. He couldn't resist any longer; with his hand still wet with his wife's warm fluid, he pulled down his pants, revealing his thick penis, the tip already oozing clear liquid.

Suddenly, the grandfather clock on the wall chimed, "Ding ding ding..." Xin

Jie, who was completely lost in desire, suddenly seemed to be awakened, propping herself up and leaving the man's support. She straightened up, quickly turned around, picked up the fallen white robe from the ground, and hugged it to her chest, saying, "Oh dear, it's already eight o'clock, you're going to be late."

"Huh?"

Lu Zhiyuan was taken aback at first, then glanced at his little brother and laughed, "Don't worry about the time, Xiaojie."

"No."

Jia Xinjie hugged the bathrobe covering her chest with one hand and pressed the other against her husband's chest, glanced at him, and her tone became coquettish, "Okay, how about tonight? Go to work first." "

But..."

Lu Zhiyuan still wanted to try to get some benefits from his husband.

"Alright,"

the beautiful woman pushed him away coquettishly, "Go change your clothes, the boss being late for work is the best opportunity for the employees to slack off."

"I know."

Lu Zhiyuan shook his head helplessly, looking at his wife's sexy and alluring body and her half-concealed movements. He kissed her luscious red lips heavily, giving himself a final bit of pleasure. (Advertisement: Still using your hands? How can that be satisfying? Forum reputation guaranteed! Healthy anti-premature ejaculation masturbation exerciser, real oral sex pleasure experience, hot recommendation! Maintain ejaculation sensation for 30 minutes, so pleasurable you'll faint! Fully automated masturbation with 12 different sex positions and vibration frequencies. Click to enter.)

"Good morning, Mr. Lu."

"Good morning, Mr. Lu."

"Good morning, Mr. Lu." Responding to the greetings from his subordinates, Lu Zhiyuan walked into his office on the third floor in a good mood. The morning's lovemaking and the stolen kiss before leaving home made him feel exceptionally good. Although he hadn't had another round with his wife, he figured it was just a woman's little trick of playing hard to get. Xin Jie was such a lovely little woman.

"Good morning, Mr. Lu." As soon as he entered the office, a woman in a sky-blue suit elegantly walked to Lu Zhiyuan's desk. "These are your important arrangements for today and this month's production report."

She handed him a stack of documents.

"Thank you." After accepting the blue folders, he was about to open them when he suddenly noticed that the other person still didn't seem to be leaving.

He looked up and asked, "Is there anything else, Secretary Li?"

"Um, Mr. Lu, congratulations to your wife on winning the grand prize at the Seoul Film Festival."

The usually efficient Secretary Li seemed a little surprised.

"Hehe, thank you."

It seemed his wife had finally become a well-known star, and his happy smile widened. This beauty is mine alone, he thought, his mind drifting back to his wife, naked except for a towel wrapped around her chest, trying to conceal her allure.

"Also, my brother is a fan of yours, and he's been asking me for an autograph. So…"

Looking at her smiling face, Lu Zhiyuan, in high spirits, readily replied, "No problem, I'll get it for you when I get back."

"Thank you very much then, I'll be going now."

With that, she smiled gratefully at the man and turned to leave the office.

Watching her retreating figure, Lu Zhiyuan couldn't help but focus his gaze on her swaying, shapely buttocks. Although she wasn't as beautiful as his wife, her round, plump bottom was something Xin Jie, who had always been trying to lose weight, couldn't match.

"What the hell am I thinking about?"

Realizing his gaze was off, Lu Zhiyuan quickly looked away, silently blaming himself. It must be the result of that little vixen Xin Jie leaving before she went out; he'd definitely give her a good scolding when he got home that night.

His gaze then shifted to the brown photo frame on his desk. Inside was a family portrait of the four of them taken last year. The spirited man in the middle was Lu Zhiyuan, and to his right, slightly thin, was his beautiful wife, Jia Xin Jie. Her thirty-five-year-old face showed no signs of aging, and her radiant figure displayed the graceful charm of a mature woman.

To his left was the mischievous little mouse from that morning, its still somewhat immature face adorned with a pair of playful eyes. It didn't even pose for the photo, clinging to its father's neck, half its body draped over his shoulder.

On the far right is a girl with flowing long hair, their eldest daughter, Lu Siyun. Her serene appearance already bears some resemblance to her mother's, and her once slender figure now possesses a more graceful curve. She is currently a first-year student in the Literature Department at Dongdu University in this city

. What a happy family they seem, but how difficult their formation was back then. Lu Zhiyuan, now 34, is not the biological father of the two children. Their mother was once a famous child star in China, and Lu Zhiyuan's childhood idol.

The beautiful young Jia Xinjie became pregnant at eighteen and married; her ex-husband was also a famous action movie star at the time.

After giving birth to two daughters, he tragically died in a stunt accident.

After meeting the widowed Xinjie at a friend's gathering, Lu Zhiyuan, a recent graduate of Tianjing University majoring in Electronic and Mechanical Engineering, fell madly in love with his former dream girl.

Recalling the past, he himself thinks he was incredibly naive back then, but if he had to choose again, he would still choose Xinjie without hesitation.

After overcoming numerous obstacles, 23-year-old Lu Zhiyuan became the husband of 25-year-old Jia Xinjie, and the stepfather of seven-year-old Siyun and five-year-old Siyu.

After marriage, he worked as an engineer in a large company for several years before founding Zhiyuan Mechanical and Electronic Equipment Company, bearing his name, based on a few small inventions and a fearless spirit.

Perhaps heaven took pity on their family, allowing them to overcome all obstacles and now own a 1,000-square-meter factory and an office building in the Dongdu High-tech Industrial Park, earning enough money for the family to live a comfortable life.

As the children grew older, Xinjie returned to the film and television industry and is now quite well-known. His only regret is that he does not yet have his own biological children. Jia Xinjie, who had been pregnant once, suffered a miscarriage due to Siyun's serious illness. Since then, for her health, Lu Zhiyuan has given up the idea of having his own children. Even when his elderly mother passed away, she was still lamenting that she had not been able to hold the Lu family's grandchildren.

Sometimes he felt regret and guilt, but seeing his two beautiful little angels made him forget everything.

To Lu Zhiyuan, his two daughters were closer than his mother, who was often away filming.

Coming back to his senses, Lu Zhiyuan flipped through the delivery report. The lines of dates and records suddenly reminded him of something important.

He took out his phone and dialed a familiar number. A few lines of colorful glowing fish swam across the screen, and he heard a familiar voice, "Hello."

He replied, "Junxiong, this is Zhiyuan..."

Lu Zhiyuan sat in his car, tapping his head. He'd almost forgotten; today was June 22nd. He vaguely remembered that Yu Lanting's wife's due date was in the next few days. That meant the kid was going to be a father.

Yu Lanting was Lu Zhiyuan's good friend and business partner; he was probably pacing anxiously outside the delivery room right now. If he didn't go and see for himself, he wouldn't have anything to laugh at.

Thinking of this, Lu Zhiyuan couldn't help but chuckle.

Yu Lanting used to mock himself daily for being a spineless husband, even swearing he would never give up an entire forest for a single tree, yet he still managed to tie himself to one. The bride's attitude towards the handsome Yu at the wedding became a running joke among his friends after drinks.

Just then, the car, which had been driving smoothly, suddenly braked sharply. Before he could ask, the driver, Lao Wang, said from the front, "Mr. Lu, it seems like the road ahead is closed."

"Closed?"

Lu Zhiyuan looked out the window with some confusion. Through the window, he saw traffic police maintaining order, directing vehicles away from Jinhua Street, the main thoroughfare of Dongdu.

After a moment's thought, he suddenly understood, feeling a slight unease. He said, "Hmm, it's those old men from Tianjing again. Let's avoid them, Lao Wang. Let's take another route, take East Second Road, and go through Weishi Street."

Following his directions, the car quickly emerged from the massive traffic jam and resumed its original speed.

Old Wang smiled and said, "Mr. Lu, you seem very familiar with this area."

"Yes, that's Mingzhu Art School up ahead, where my second daughter goes to school. I've picked her up

here many times," Lu Zhiyuan replied, looking at the area surrounded by green trees ahead of the car.

That was the famous Pearl Art School in Dongdu. Back then, Lu Zhiyuan had pulled many strings to get his daughter, who didn't like studying, into the school. But that wild girl who loved singing and dancing couldn't stand the boarding system. Countless times she'd call him crying at night, forcing him to leave his clients and friends to wipe her tears and comfort his poor little daughter. This earned him the reputation of "Filial Father Lu" among his friends.

Thankfully, now she could commute, and he wouldn't receive those incessant calls from her anymore. Thinking of that mischievous girl, he suddenly recalled that fleeting glimpse of pure white this morning, feeling a jolt of electricity run through him, like being brushed by a small brush.

Damn it, what am I thinking? He leaned back in the thick cushion, instinctively covering his face with his hands, as if trying to hide something.

Realizing his strange movement, he couldn't help but smile bitterly. What am I thinking? It must be because I did too much with Xin Jie this morning.

Jia Xinjie is a celebrity now, filming for months at a time, leaving Lu Zhiyuan alone at home. Although he still wants to support her career, our CEO Lu is also a normal man, and a man with needs.

He's secretly visited leisure centers a few times, but instead of the intimacy he feels with his wife, each visit makes him feel more guilty. So he can only prioritize work, channeling his masculine passion into his career.

Perhaps this is one reason for his current success. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly again.

"CEO Lu, we've arrived."

Lost in thought, the car arrived at the entrance of Aimin Hospital. Stepping out of the car, Lu Zhiyuan asked Lao Wang to wait for him in the parking lot. Actually, he prefers driving himself, but he only hires a driver for certain social occasions.

Aimin Hospital is one of the top hospitals in Dongdu, its large garden filled with patients doing rehabilitation exercises, some sitting, some standing. Walking along the clean flowerbed path to the hospital building, he stopped a nurse and said, "Excuse me..."

"The obstetrics and gynecology department is on the 4th floor,"

the nurse replied with a grin. Did the nurses here have some kind of "telepathic" ability? Lu Zhiyuan thanked her, somewhat bewildered. It wasn't until he reached the fourth floor that he finally understood.

The entire corridor was packed with people, some he knew, some he didn't, mostly relatives of the Yu family and the woman's family, the Murong family. No wonder the nurse told him it was on the fourth floor; apparently, many people had asked.

"Excuse me, excuse me," Lu Zhiyuan pushed through the crowd and spotted Yu Lanting sitting on a bench in the corridor. He was bent over, his hands clasped together, his handsome face, which had captivated countless women, filled with anxiety. He kept glancing up at the delivery room door, oblivious to Lu Zhiyuan's approach.

"Hey, how are you feeling, expectant father?"

Lu Zhiyuan patted his shoulder.

Yu Lanting only then noticed his friend's arrival, tilting his head to look at him, and asked blankly, "You, what brings you here?"

Seeing his bewildered expression, Lu Zhiyuan couldn't help but feel that coming today was absolutely the right decision, puffing out his chest, "Of course, I'm here to be your strong support."

He replied with a smile, patting his chest.

"How are things now?"

Just as Lu Zhiyuan was trying to ease Yu Lanting's tension, a magnetic baritone voice came from behind, and a refined man in a white coat walked over. This was Lin Junxiong, the eldest son of Director Lin of Aimin Hospital, and a top expert in neurology in the country, who had just spoken to Lu Zhiyuan on the phone. He and Yu Lanting had each married Qiu Ye and Chun Xue from the Murong family, making him Lanting's brother-in-law.

Unfortunately, his professional expertise seemed unable to offer much help in the current crisis.

Seeing Yu Lanting's expression, Lin Junxiong knew it was pointless to ask. After greeting Lu Zhiyuan, he comforted him, "Don't worry, Qiuye is inside too."

Lu Zhiyuan echoed, "Yes, Head Nurse Murong will take good care of her sister."

Seeing his continued dazed expression, Lu Zhiyuan knew further conversation was futile; his brain was practically shut down. So, after a few words with Lin Junxiong, he stood aside.

Watching his friend's excitement, nervousness, and fear, Lu Zhiyuan couldn't help but feel a pang of emotion and envy. He remembered reading in a book in college that the moment of awaiting the birth of one's own child should be the most exciting and joyful time of life, because one's life will continue in this world because of him (or her).

He feared he would never have that opportunity in his life, Lu Zhiyuan sighed inwardly. After Xin Jie's miscarriage, he hadn't mentioned having children for her sake. His mother had died with resentment because of this; the Lu family had only one son for three generations, his father had died early, and his elderly mother had raised him single-handedly. His mother had always doted on him, and even when he was to marry a widow with a child, his mother only grumbled a few times before agreeing. But by her final moments, he hadn't fulfilled her wish of giving her a grandchild.

Thinking of his mother's dying words, "I have no face to see my in-laws and husband," Lu Zhiyuan felt like the most unfilial son in the world.

Although his wife's health should have recovered in recent years, her job... sigh... The city was shrouded in darkness, but the lights of human civilization brought back light in another way.

The city's flashing neon lights had dimmed the stars in the sky, yet they couldn't change the natural cycle of day and night.

Pleasant music flowed through the orange-yellow restaurant. Classical sculptures and green plants cleverly separated the seating areas, maximizing space while ensuring guest privacy. The antique European style made it always packed with guests, and waiters in neat uniforms moved between tables, serving carefully prepared delicacies.

Lu Zhiyuan and Jia Xinjie sat in a quiet corner, three pale yellow candles flickering on an exquisite laurel-shaped candlestick. Stains of soup lingered on the white tablecloth, and the couple, having finished dinner, were enjoying the restaurant's specialty Blue Mountain coffee.

Before dinner, Siyu had suddenly called, saying she was attending a classmate's birthday party and couldn't come home for dinner. Seeing his wife's gloomy expression, Lu Zhiyuan immediately decided to take her here for a romantic candlelight dinner.

This tactic seemed to work; in the pleasant atmosphere and with his cleverly crafted jokes, the superstar finally smiled. The beautiful woman, unable to contain her laughter, swayed with delight at her husband's antics.

Today, Jia Xinjie's hair was styled in a high bun, with smooth bangs cascading down her sides. Her purple cheongsam tightly accentuated her feminine curves, making her slender figure appear exquisitely proportioned. Compared to the open-chested and backless designs of Western formal wear, the Chinese cheongsam, with just its exposed smooth neck and lotus-white arms, can evoke a man's imagination, not to mention the mounds of flesh on the chest, making one want to peel back the purple patterns to peek inside.

Lu Zhiyuan picked up his white porcelain cup, took a sip of fragrant coffee, and said, "Lan Ting finally became a father today. I remember that kid used to say he'd be single forever; he certainly didn't expect to be a stay-at-home dad now."

"Then I really have to congratulate President Yu. I should go and congratulate him sometime. Last time we were filming a movie, he lent us the location and props. I haven't had time to thank him in person,"

Jia Xinjie said with a smile.

"How about we go see him together when the baby is a month old?"

the man suggested.

"Okay!" After chatting for a few minutes, "Xinjie" and "Zhiyuan" suddenly spoke at the same time, then paused, and then smiled at each other.

"Xinjie, you go first."

"No, Zhiyuan, you go first."

The couple started to back down again. Lu Zhiyuan couldn't resist his wife's insistence, so he smiled and took a small, square black box, about twenty centimeters in size, from the bag. He turned the lid towards her and gently opened it. Inside the red velvet box was a sparkling pearl necklace.

"Happy birthday, Xinjie."

"Ah?"

Seeing her husband's affectionate expression, the woman clasped her hands to her chest, both surprised and delighted, unable to hide her excitement.

"Your birthday is on the 3rd of next month, but you have a new film event scheduled, so we probably can't celebrate together. That's why I bought it for you in advance."

"Thank you, husband, I love you."

Her fair hands cupped the beautiful pinkish-white pearl necklace. Each pearl was roughly the same size, perfectly round and smooth, the cool, smooth feel against her skin traveling from her palms to her heart.

Seeing his beloved wife's charming and happy expression as she held the necklace, Lu Zhiyuan smiled sincerely. It seemed all his hard work had been worthwhile.

"Let's have a child, Zhiyuan,"

Xinjie suddenly said after a moment of silence, stroking the necklace.

"Huh?"

The man was caught off guard by her words.

He looked at his beautiful wife, her eyes lowered, and said, "I know my mother-in-law always wanted a child from the Lu family. It's all my fault; I couldn't fulfill her last wish." "

..."

Lu Zhiyuan was momentarily speechless. After a long pause, he said, "Then... what about your work?" "

It's alright," Xin Jie lowered her head slightly, her pearly white teeth lightly biting her lower lip, a faint blush rising on her beautiful face. "Starting next month, we won't use contraception anymore. I want to have a child for you, Zhiyuan."

Chapter Two:

The afternoon sun slanted into Building No. 2 in the backyard of the campus. This three-story building was the oldest school building at Mingzhu Art School. Having been there for thirty years, it was no longer used for teaching. Sufficient funding allowed the school to build taller, more modern teaching buildings; this building was generally used only as a warehouse and for club rehearsals.

On the top floor, to the east, was a spacious dance studio. This rarely used room contained only a few tall cardboard boxes piled in the corner, and the slightly mottled yellow floor reflected a blinding gleam in the slanting sunlight.

Yet, in this place that should have been quiet, came the low moans of a girl, and the occasional soft cries.

"Ah...ah...Brother Hao...no..."

A seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl lay on the old floor, a shirtless man straddling her legs, teasing her open, rosy vulva and swollen clitoris with his fingers and lips.

She twisted her head, her beautiful face flushed with desire. Her hair, styled for dance practice, was now disheveled, and her red, tight-fitting leotard was torn open at the V-neck, bunched around her waist, revealing her unrestrained breasts that rippled with each movement.

The girl's hands rested on the man's head, her fingers digging into his hair, unconsciously kneading it. Two straight, shapely thighs were draped over the man's shoulders, her long, shapely calves were wrapped around his head, and her feet, still clad in white dance shoes, pressed against his firm back muscles.

The man called Hao was clearly very familiar with the girl's body. He pressed his lips and tongue against her full vulva, using the tip of his tongue to pry open the two bright red labia of her vulva, and then thrust his rough tongue into the girl's most intimate opening, licking back and forth, teasing the layers of twisted flesh on both sides, causing a slightly acidic liquid to flow out.

As the man's large tongue stirred into her most tender and sensitive spot, the girl trembled all over, shaking her head frantically, pleading and crying out, "Ah...ah...Hao...no..."

But her body was doing the exact opposite; her hands gripped his scalp tightly, and her feet pressed down hard, wanting him to penetrate her even deeper.

Zhang Hao simultaneously reached for the girl's upper body, tightly grasping her swaying breasts. Her breasts, though not large or particularly soft, were full of youthful elasticity. A squeeze of his hand sent the smooth flesh springing outwards, each inch pressing against his rough, large hand, a sensation the man thoroughly enjoyed.

On her breasts, shaped into various forms, the two light brown nipples had become engorged and deep red. He pressed them firmly with his thumbs, sending two electric currents coursing through her body. The girl opened her hazy eyes and cried out, "Ah...no...don't...don't squeeze..."

Although her firm breasts were being kneaded, and her moist vulva was being sucked, the deepest part of her vagina remained untouched. That deepest longing was still brewing, causing her lower body to convulse, yearning to be conquered by the man's strength.

Suddenly, the solace she had been finding in her lower body was abruptly drained. The man pushed the girl away, lay on his side on the cool floor, propped his head up with his hand, and chuckled, "Little slut, want some?"

As he spoke, he gestured

with his eyes towards his erect penis. Sun Meiyan, just dazed from the intense stimulation, stared intently at the bulging floral shorts with a dazed look. Then she rolled over, grabbed the sides of the shorts, and pulled

them down. She pulled open Zhang Hao's still-on floral underwear, and a monstrous red-black penis immediately sprang out. Several blue veins encircled the dark shaft, and the purplish-red glans was the size of a ping-pong ball. Holding the burning hot shaft in her hands, feeling its throbbing vitality in her palms, the long penis seemed almost alive, making the girl's mouth dry.

Moreover, it emitted a strong odor, a mixture of sweat and male stench, which, on that hot afternoon, steamed up, but instead of being repulsive, it aroused her even more.

"This big, smelly, ugly thing is about to be inserted into my tender, fragrant little hole."

A lewd thought flooded her mind, making the girl's hands, gripping the penis, tremble.

With a "thud," he suddenly slapped her buttocks. "You little slut, are you staring? Hurry up and sit on it."

The heavy slap brought her both pain and pleasure. Sun Meiyan bit her lower lip, straddling the man's legs, brazenly displaying her red, slit-like vulva amidst her thick, fragrant hair.

The girl used her slender white fingers to spread open her full petals. Once the slightly parted petals were parted, the man could clearly see the pink flower-like opening inside. The entrance to her little flower was covered in glistening love juice; in the reflection of the floor, the strands of lustful fluid shimmered with a crystalline, lustful light.

With her other hand, she grasped the hot penis, aimed it at her open opening, and slowly sat down, trying to suck the man's huge head into her body.

The thick glans easily forced open the delicate petals, the instant stimulation sending a shiver down the girl's legs. A tremor caused the penis to slide in quite a distance, making her cry out, "Ah...so big..."

The hard shaft forcefully stretched and filled the girl's narrow passage, the heat of the penis burning her slender opening. She dared not immediately take it all in, half-squatting and twisting her waist, tilting her head back to savor the pleasure in her lower body.

So tight, this girl is still as seductive as ever. Zhang Hao thought to himself. Although a portion of his penis was already inside the girl's tight opening, how could he be satisfied after enduring so much? Besides, this slut was still swirling around on top, the tingling sensation on his glans making it even more unbearable.

He grabbed Sun Meiyan's firm, round buttocks with his strong arms and pulled hard. So tight, so hot, so wet, so pleasurable! Layers of soft flesh immediately enveloped him, the girl's tight genitals clinging tightly to every inch of his thick penis. He was naturally exceptionally long and thick, which meant he could make women ecstatic every time, but often he couldn't penetrate to the hilt.

This seemingly innocent girl had a slender and long vaginal canal, just the right size for him to feast on.

"Ah..."

The sudden, full-length penetration of his large penis reached her most delicate, most sensitive core, instantly sending her to a climax. Her whole body trembled uncontrollably, and her vagina gushed with fluid.

Now, her legs were numb as she knelt on the floor, her ten fingers, painted with bright red cardamom, pressed against his strong, muscular chest. Her eyes were slightly closed, all her senses focused on his thick penis, as if her entire body was filled by it, every inch of its shape clearly visible in her mind.

“Alright,”

Zhang Hao spread the girl’s buttocks apart with both hands, placed his fingers on her brown anus, and circled his fingertips on the constantly contracting sphincter muscles. “Little cunt, hurry up and move, don’t be lazy.”

After saying that, he thrust his fingers into Sun Meiyan’s anus.

“Ah… Brother Hao… no…”

the girl cried out and begged for mercy, her flat and soft waist and abdomen began to slowly twist, and her upper body rose and fell with it. With her movements, the flesh inside her vagina, which had calmed down for a while, began to writhe again, as if countless little mouths were sucking on it.

Zhang Hao lay comfortably on the ground, watching the girl on top of him move rhythmically up and down. Her messy hair was flying in the air with slightly damp strands, her small head twisted from side to side in unbearable discomfort, sweat dripped from her temples, down her smooth neck, over her sexy collarbone, some of it splashed onto the floor from the shaking white breasts, some flowed over the deep cleavage, and the rolling beads of sweat flowed down to her flat abdomen, gathered at her diamond-shaped navel, and flowed into the already wet black bush.

Seeing the incredibly erotic scene before him, the man laughed and cursed, "Little slut, you're no wonder you're an art school student, even when you're being horny you look so beautiful."

With that, he slapped her other buttocks.

"Ah... Brother Hao..."

the girl cried out softly, the pain in her buttocks making her vagina even more itchy. She was now drenched in sweat, her panting clearly audible along with her moans. However, thanks to her dance training, she still swayed her slender waist like a snake, her firm buttocks twisting on his penis, while her legs moved up and down, stroking him.

"This is fucking amazing, even better than a professionally trained bitch."

Zhang Hao slapped Sun Meiyan's bouncy buttocks forcefully, enjoying the throbbing sensation.

Just then, a black cell phone lying on the floor rang. He reached for it, glanced at the number, and cursed, "Damn it."

Suddenly, he grabbed the girl's waist with both hands, using his strength to flip her over and pin her beneath him.

The girl, who was trying to savor the pleasure of the thick, hard penis entering and exiting, was caught off guard by the sudden change in her situation. The penis, inserted into her vagina, began to thrust rapidly, as if trying to penetrate her entire body. Each thrust hit her clitoris with force and impact far beyond what she could feel when she was moving herself.

"Ah...ah...ah..."

Sun Meiyan cried out in a loud, lewd voice, "I can't take it anymore...I'm going to die...Brother Hao...Brother Hao, you're killing me..."

Hearing the girl's wanton cries beneath him, Zhang Hao's masculine pride was completely satisfied. His firm abdominal muscles slapped against the girl's flat stomach, and every fold of her vagina spasmed incessantly, squeezing his penis. While vigorously ravaging the beauty beneath him, the man asked, "Is your little cunt enjoying it?"

"Ah...so good...my little cunt is so good...ah...I can't take it anymore..."

She opened her mouth wide, gasping for air like a fish about to dehydrate, her pair of white breasts and bright red nipples swaying rapidly. Her two long, beautiful legs were tightly wrapped around his lower back, her dance shoes soaked with sweat, the white fabric gripped tightly by her twisted toes.

"Scream louder, you slut,"

the man commanded loudly, beginning his final thrusts.

"Ah...no...no more...ah ah...don't stop..."

the girl cried out, screaming, then suddenly her whole body shuddered, her alluring thighs clamping tightly around the man's back, all the spasming flesh inside her vagina tightening at once, the entire flower path twisting as if trying to break the invading penis.

Zhang Hao gripped the girl's firm breasts tightly, his engorged penis pressed firmly against the deepest part of her clitoris. The soft flesh inside desperately sucked at his thick glans, and a large amount of fluid gushed from her uterus, drenching his penis. He felt a tingling sensation in his lower back as a thick stream of white semen sprayed into the deepest part of her vagina.

The two rested in each other's arms for a moment. Zhang Hao then moved the girl's limp limbs aside, stood up, put on his clothes, whispered a few words in her ear, pinched her swaying breasts, and left.

The girl shifted to a more comfortable position, lying on her back on the floor. After some time, she said leisurely to the corner of the wall, "You brat, aren't you coming out? Aren't you afraid of suffocating?"

With a "bang," several large cardboard boxes in the corner were pushed open, and a girl wearing a white, tight-fitting leotard emerged. She looked a little younger than Sun Meiyan on the floor, but her figure under the tight-fitting clothes was even more curvaceous. Her delicate face was glistening with sweat, and a few strands of hair clung to her forehead.

"Sister Meiyan, are you alright?"

The girl stood by the box, looking at her senior lying there, hesitant to approach.

"You jerk, Yu, come here already! What are you afraid of now? Who asked to come and see?"

Sun Meiyan called out weakly.

"But...but I didn't expect it to be this intense! It's so different from what you see in Japanese movies!"

The girl, carrying a plastic bag, walked over and squatted down beside her. A pair of large, darting eyes secretly gazed at Sun Meiyan's naked body, covered in bruises and marks of lovemaking.

"Alright, give me the clothes now,"

Sun Meiyan said, struggling to sit up. She pulled off the tattered bodysuit around her waist, glanced at the blushing girl beside her, and teased, "How about I introduce you to a handsome and strong boyfriend next time? I guarantee Miss Siyu will be in heaven."

"No way!"

Siyu handed her the plastic bag containing the clothes, covering her burning face with her hands and shaking it violently. The air was filled with the scent of bodily fluids and sweat from a sexual encounter, stimulating Siyu's virgin senses. Siyu, absorbed in watching everything with curiosity, didn't notice that between her tightly pressed thighs, the white fabric revealed a small, date-sized protrusion.

Sun Meiyan stopped teasing the girl, using her fingers to separate her slightly swollen labia. "Mmm," the lingering pleasure made her feel a tingling sensation again, and a tremor ran through her private parts. Then, white semen slowly flowed from between her rosy labia. She took out a wet wipe from her bag and gently wiped herself, muttering, "Damn it, he shot so much."

Lying on the comfortable recliner in the first class cabin of the A380, looking at the endless sea of clouds outside the window, Lu Zhiyuan straightened his slightly wrinkled suit and tie, leaned back, and stretched contentedly.

The tie he wore was a gift from Siyun before she left, saying she couldn't embarrass the people of China while in Thailand. Haha, silly girl, it's so hot there you can't even wear a suit, let alone a tie every day. Fortunately, he didn't disappoint, successfully securing the new supply contract. He declined the sightseeing activities arranged by the Thai side, gave the eager young men a break, and flew back to China alone.

Xinjie's birthday was in two days, and he planned to surprise her by going to Yuhang, the next stop for her new film promotion, to celebrate her thirty-sixth birthday together.

A moment later, a flight attendant in a beautiful blue uniform came to ask what he needed. Lu Zhiyuan ordered a glass of wine, savoring the slightly sour liquid, his hand gently stroking his red and black checkered tie, his thoughts drifting back to that sunny day.

Dongdu University, the proud cultural landmark of this most prosperous city in China. Its predecessor was a foreign-established church school. Later, the renowned scholar of Chinese classics, the master of both Chinese and Western learning, Principal Xu Wanchang, represented the National Government and took over Dongda University. With his rigorous academic attitude and enlightened school management style, he transformed Dongda University, which had initially only trained translators and business talents, into a prestigious university renowned both domestically and internationally.

In particular, its Chinese classics program held a dominant position in the entire field of Chinese classics studies in China. The saying "Peach and plum trees do not speak, yet a path is formed beneath them" applies here; every student interested in Chinese classics dreams of entering this institution. Lu Zhiyuan's eldest daughter, Lu Siyun, was a freshman in the Chinese department of this prestigious university.

"Hey, Siyun, still studying? It's time for lunch!"

A girl with short, neat hair, holding a basketball in one hand, casually patted Lu Siyun's shoulder with the other.

"Keep your voice down,"

the slightly frowning beauty turned her upper body, gently pressing her slender index finger to her pink lips, and softly scolded.

Wang Chunxing glanced around and stuck out her tongue. In the vast library, only her voice, mingled with the rustling of pages, was exceptionally clear, drawing stares from everyone. Lu Siyun was already used to her roommate's straightforward personality and wondered why this university professor's daughter hadn't developed any refined manners despite her family's scholarly upbringing.

Siyun closed her thick history of literature, put it in her bag, and took off her black-rimmed glasses, revealing a pair of bright, sparkling eyes. She stood up; her white spaghetti-strap dress accentuated her slender figure, and a pale pink overcoat revealed a pair of full, high breasts beneath the thin silk fabric. Although covered by the intricately patterned overcoat, they still seemed almost ready to burst forth, making it hard to believe that this slightly slender woman could possess such an impressive bust.

A graceful young woman walked by, carrying a light green book bag. Her long, flowing hair, tinged with the soft scent of jasmine, wafted through the air, causing a stir among the many students buried in their studies in the library. "Hey, who's that beauty?"

The bespectacled man nudged his companion with his elbow.

"Huh? You don't know?"

He immediately received a disdainful look from his companion. "She's Lu Siyun from the Chinese Language and Literature Class 2."

"The one who lost to Qian Shishi by eight votes?"

"What eight votes? Everyone knows Qian Shishi's votes were bought. That little starlet only came to our Dongda University for publicity."

"Exactly, our Yun is prettier. Look at her aura, she's the true beauty of our Chinese Department."

Listening to the whispers of the guys around her, Wang Chunxing couldn't help but roll her eyes. She knew she and Lu Siyun weren't the same type of girl, and she didn't want to be that kind of delicate, refined young lady, but every time she heard such praise, it stirred up her jealousy as a woman. "Sigh, there's no comparison at all," she sighed inwardly.

It was lunchtime, and the library stairs were packed with students heading down for lunch. Wang Chunxing shielded Lu Siyun as she descended, her slender frame likely to slip and fall from the shove.

Finally out of the library, under a large banyan tree by the roadside, Wang Chunxing produced a white envelope from seemingly nowhere. "Here, for you."

"What's this, Chunxing?"

Lu Siyun took the envelope, flipped it over, and noticed the handwriting looked familiar.

"What else could it be? It's a love letter for you, beautiful lady,"

Wang Chunxing said casually, turning her head away.

"Oh,"

Siyun clutched the letter, glanced at her friend, and silently handed it back.

"Aren't you going to take a look?"

Wang Chunxing turned her head to look at Lu Siyun, seemingly speaking to her, yet also as if talking to herself. "That guy isn't bad, and he's pretty determined to be with you. Why not give him a chance? You don't have a boyfriend anyway."

"Forget it, it's not good for anyone,"

Lu Siyun shook her head, her lips parting slightly to let out a clear, melodious voice. She then handed the letter back to Wang Chunxing.

"Alright then, I'll try again and help you reject him, but I don't know if I'll succeed."

Wang Chunxing took the envelope and shrugged. "But you know he's not the type to give up easily."

"Sigh,"

as if relieved, a mischievous smile appeared on Wang Chunxing's face. She lifted Siyun's delicate chin with her fingers, swaying it from side to side to examine her exquisite face, and said, "You're a total femme fatale, aren't you?"

"You're so annoying."

Lu Siyun brushed her wrist away, a shy blush rising on her fair face. Looking at the shy beauty before her, Wang Chunxing sighed inwardly again. Not to mention men, even she herself couldn't help but feel a pang of pity for such a bashful and timid appearance.

"Alright,"

she waved her hand, saying to Siyun, "Let's go, let's go get lunch. If we're any slower, there won't be anything left in the cafeteria. I wonder if the chicken will be tender enough today."

Just as the two turned to leave the shade of the trees, the violin concerto of "The Butterfly Lovers" played from Lu Siyun's bag. She took out her pale red flip phone, glanced at the number, and answered. A familiar baritone voice came through the receiver, "Siyun, it's me."

"It's Dad,"

Lu Siyun turned slightly to the side, "Go ahead, I'm listening."

"Hehe, nothing much. Have you eaten?"

Lu Zhiyuan asked with concern. "Not yet, has Dad eaten?"

Siyun replied softly.

"I haven't eaten either. Do you have class this afternoon?"

"No, Dad." "

Then how about coming out to have lunch with this old man?"

Lu Zhiyuan said with a laugh on the phone.

"Huh?"

Siyun was a little confused.

“My car is in the parking lot outside your school gate,”

Lu Zhiyuan paused, then continued, “Your mother’s birthday is coming up, and I’d like you to come with me this afternoon to buy her a gift. Are you free?”

“Okay, sure.”

Siyun nodded.

“See you later. My car is by the shady side of the parking lot.”

“See you later, Dad.”

After hanging up the phone, Lu Siyun apologized to Wang Chunxing, gave a brief explanation, and gracefully walked towards the parking lot outside the south gate. A few minutes after she left, a tall boy jogged over. His sunny face featured bright, piercing eyes, a high-bridged nose, and beaded sweat on his tanned skin. He was over 180 centimeters tall, his muscular body radiating youthful energy.

"Xingzi, what's wrong?"

Seeing Wang Chunxing standing alone under the shade of a tree, his gaze darted hesitantly left and right.

"Don't look anymore,"

Wang Chunxing tossed her the basketball, teasingly saying, "Someone picked up your dream girl in a BMW."

"Huh? Who? From inside or outside the school?"

the boy asked nervously.

"Look how nervous you are,"

the girl couldn't help but laugh, handing him a tissue. "Hey, wipe your sweat. Her father is picking her up for dinner and shopping." "Oh,"

the boy sighed in relief, wiping his sweat with the tissue while looking towards the school gate, trying to spot her receding figure.

Seeing the boy's expression, a hint of sadness flickered in Wang Chunxing's eyes, but she still said in a cheerful voice, "Hey, Zhou Ming, it's not that I'm not helping you, it's just that fate isn't giving you a chance."

"Okay, Xingzi, I know you're the best to me,"

Zhou Ming turned around, patted the girl's shoulder, and replied in a hearty voice, "Come on, I'll treat you to dinner."

"Okay, let's go."

Wang Chunxing readily agreed, but after Zhou Ming turned away, she silently murmured, *Actually, you know nothing.*

Of course, Lu Siyun couldn't see any of this. She was currently searching the parking lot for her father's silver BMW. Dongdu University not only boasts a large number of well-paid teachers, but many students are also from wealthy and influential families, resulting in a high volume of traffic. Its south gate has a large parking lot capable of accommodating thousands of cars, now overflowing with all sorts of vehicles. From inexpensive modes of transportation to expensive brand-name cars, everything imaginable is there.

Siyun, who doesn't exercise much, was already panting heavily from the midday sun just reaching the school gate. Now, holding a white handkerchief to her forehead, she squinted and strained to see, the scorching summer sun leaving her somewhat bewildered.

"Um, where are the cars?"

Looking around, at least half the cars were silver-plated.

Thousands of metal surfaces reflected a dazzling light, and heat rose from the concrete ground, carrying the pungent smell of rubber.

Siyun felt as if she were in purgatory, standing on the scorching ground, her feet feeling as if they were naked, a burning, throbbing pain in them. Just moments ago, she could feel beads of sweat trickling down her body through her clothes, but now they had evaporated and condensed, clinging tightly to her skin, making every movement feel unbearably sticky.

Even worse, her mouth felt dry, and the hot air she was trying to inhale was almost suffocating her. In the bright sunlight, her vision blurred, her mind went blank, and a wave of dizziness washed over her. Just as her legs gave way and she nearly collapsed, a pair of strong arms caught her in time.

"Ah?"

Siyun was startled at first, then heard reassuring words in her ear, "If you can't find her, just call me. It's dangerous to faint here."

Lu Zhiyuan, who had been waiting in the car, was worried about his daughter not arriving, so he got out and looked around. He spotted the lost little lamb and rushed over, grabbing Siyun who was about to fall and pulling her back to the car.

"Drink some water."

Lu Zhiyuan took a bottle of cool mineral water from the small freezer and handed it to her, turning down the air conditioning to keep the vents away from Siyun's seat.

"Phew!" In the air-conditioned car, Siyun felt her parched nerves regain sensation. She took the water bottle from her father, took a few small sips, and then pressed it to her burning forehead. Leaning back in her seat, she tried to calm her rapid breathing.

Her long, flowing hair cascaded down her back, a few strands clinging to her forehead and cheeks. Her lips, still red and alluring from the water, resembled fresh strawberries glistening with dew. Her white sundress, damp with sweat, clung to her body, especially highlighting her full breasts. The silk fabric outlined perfect hemispherical shapes, like two jade bowls inverted on her slender frame, emphasizing the roundness and fullness of her upper body.

Watching his daughter's chest rise and fall with her breath, Lu Zhiyuan began to feel a tightness in his trousers. He quickly looked away, took a deep breath of the cold air from the air conditioner, and said, "Siyun, are you ready? We need to go."

"Yes," Lu Siyun nodded seriously. After watching her fasten her seatbelt, Lu Zhiyuan started the car.

The car turned out of the crowded parking lot and drove onto the wide road in Dongdu. There weren't many cars on the road, obviously it wasn't yet rush hour. "What do you want to eat for lunch today?"

Lu Zhiyuan asked with a smile while driving carefully.

"You decide, Dad,"

Siyun replied obediently.

"Alright then,"

Lu Zhiyuan turned the car at the intersection and drove straight onto Huaihai Road. Soon, he stopped in front of a quaint restaurant. Lu Siyun looked up and saw several neat Chinese characters on the signboard—Dexing Restaurant. This was a long-established local Shanghainese restaurant in Dongdu.

Upon entering the restaurant, it was filled with customers enjoying lunch, the rich aroma of food wafting through the hall. A well-trained waiter immediately greeted them and seated the newcomers.

Siyun sat gracefully in a brown lacquered Chinese-style chair, her legs together, her calves slightly crossed, her small feet in silk cloth shoes lightly touching the floor, her hands folded on her knees. Lu Zhiyuan ordered several of her favorite dishes, and the father and daughter began their lunch at this renowned restaurant.

After the meal, the waiter cleared away the tableware and attentively served fragrant tea to the father and daughter. As they sipped the tea, Lu Zhiyuan spoke first, "Siyun, are you busy with your studies lately? Are you working hard?"

Hearing her father's question, Lu Siyun immediately put down her cup, folded her hands on her knees, and replied, "It's alright, Dad. I can manage."

"That's good. Call me immediately if anything happens. Don't be stingy with your money while you're out alone. Do

you have enough allowance?" "I have plenty, don't worry about it,"

Lu Siyun replied softly.

"Hmm,"

looking at his obedient eldest daughter, Lu Zhiyuan took a sip of tea and asked, "What do you think is a good gift for Mom?"

"What does Dad think is good?"

"How about we go pick out some jewelry for her?"

"Yes, okay,"

Lu Siyun nodded in agreement.

After paying the bill, the two walked out of the restaurant. As soon as they left the door, a wave of heat hit them. Lu Zhiyuan thought for a moment, then went to the side of the car and took out a plain-colored parasol from under the back seat. He handed it to Siyun, saying, "The sun is too strong. Use this. I specially put it in the car for your mother."

Siyun opened the parasol, its unfolded surface resembling a blooming white camellia. Through the parasol, the harsh sunlight transformed into a soft halo, illuminating the beautiful woman's fair and delicate face, making her outstanding appearance as pure and captivating as a lily.

Looking at his daughter in this beautiful picture, Lu Zhiyuan couldn't help but think of his wife when she was young. They had similar appearances, equally beautiful, equally delicate, and equally captivating. Only his wife possessed a more sensual and alluring quality, while his daughter was more pure and innocent.

"Dad?"

Hearing his daughter's soft call, Lu Zhiyuan snapped out of his reverie, smiled, and said, "You really look like your mother when she was young, just as beautiful as she was back then."

"Ah?"

Siyun hadn't expected her father to say that. Looking at her father's smiling gaze, her cheeks flushed slightly. She bit her lip, revealing a shy smile, like a lily blooming under the bright sun, as if one could faintly smell the delicate fragrance emanating from her.

The two walked along the bustling Huaihai Road. The man, dressed in a designer shirt and trousers, exuded the confidence of a successful man with a relaxed demeanor. The girl beside him was strikingly beautiful, with a lovely face and an elegant air, clearly a pure and innocent college student yet to enter the workforce.

Walking through the crowded commercial street, surrounded by handsome men and beautiful women, they still attracted attention. Especially Siyun, carrying a parasol, swayed gracefully as she walked, like a willow branch fluttering in the wind, her

slender waist swaying with captivating charm. In the bustling street, amidst the clamor of voices and the swirling sleeves of people, Awang, wearing a yellow floral shirt, his chest casually exposed, walked not far behind the Lu family father and daughter with two henchmen. He poured ice from his cola into his mouth, crunching loudly, muttering under his breath, "Damn, it's so damn hot today."

"Wang, Brother Wang, look,"

the short guy next to him in flip-flops pointed at Siyun ahead, stammering, "That, that little, little girl, really, really..."

"Damn it, I saw her a long time ago, do you think I'm blind?"

Awang swallowed the ice in his mouth, but looking at the girl's swaying hips, his inner fire still burned.

“Brother Wang, look at that tender skin, it’s so soft you could squeeze water out of it. She’s just a bit too skinny, doesn’t look like she can handle much fucking.” A young man with green hair dyed like wild grass approached, pointing at Siyun’s smooth legs beneath her skirt.

“Idiot, don’t know what’s good for you. Didn’t you see how big those breasts were when you were standing there?”

Awang stared intently ahead, wishing he could tear that unsightly skirt fabric apart with his eyes.

“Not that big?”

the green-haired guy scratched his head. “Ouch!” Awang slapped him on the head.

“Hey, how can such a skinny girl have such big breasts? If you stripped her naked, you’d suffocate.”

He couldn’t help but imagine Siyun biting her fingertip with her rosy lips, her slender arms embracing her full breasts, her skirt torn to shreds, her clothes disheveled and alluring. He licked his rough lips, muttering, "Those calves are so tightly clenched, she must be a virgin. If I could fuck her, I'd be ecstatic."

He glanced at Lu Zhiyuan beside Siyun, smacked his lips, tossed aside his empty Coke cup, and cursed angrily, "Damn it, all the good cunts are being fucked by dogs."

Just then, a loud voice came from behind, "Young man upstairs, stop right there!"

Looking back, he saw the woman with the red armband walking quickly towards him, and he quickly called to his two underlings, "Run!"

The three of them darted out like mice.

"Stop!"

The woman, a former female militia member, chased after them as fast as she used to catch enemy spies.

Of course, the father and daughter, who were strolling down the street looking for a jewelry store, were completely unaware of all this. After visiting several stores, they arrived at the entrance of a jewelry store called Yuansheng. Small golden lions flanked the golden porch, and white beaded curtains hung from the door frame, making it exceptionally elegant.

Lu Zhiyuan and his daughter walked in, and the cool breeze from the air conditioner immediately enveloped them, shielding them from the scorching heat. At the counter, a saleswoman enthusiastically introduced the new jewelry on display. After looking at a few items, Lu Siyun picked up a pink and white pearl necklace and examined it closely.

The saleswoman immediately smiled professionally and said, "Miss, you have excellent taste. This necklace is made of natural pink pearls from the East China Sea. You can rub them together slightly; this slightly rough texture is unique to natural pearls. Each pearl is similar in size and full in shape; it's a rare and superior piece."

"Especially,"

she glanced at Lu Zhiyuan, who was smiling and waiting beside her, "the color of these pearls complements your skin tone perfectly. Wearing it will make your skin appear even whiter and smoother."

Lu Zhiyuan smiled helplessly. Even though Siyun had called him "Dad" earlier, in the eyes of this saleswoman, he was still considered an old geezer trying to seduce girls. "Hehe,"

he chuckled, "What do you think?"

Lu Siyun held the necklace to her fair neck and asked in return, "What does Dad think?"

Looking at the sparkling beaded necklace around his daughter's neck, the man nodded and said, "This one will do."

After choosing a satisfactory gift, the two packed up and left the store. Once outside, Lu Zhiyuan pondered whether to take his daughter home to rest or send her back to school. Just as he was about to ask, his sleeve was suddenly tugged. Turning around, he saw Siyun holding a parasol with one hand and pointing to a suit shop nearby with the other, saying, "Dad, should we go in and take a look?"

"Mr. Lu,"

a sudden voice pulled Lu Zhiyuan back from his reverie.

"Hmm?"

He looked up in slight confusion. The pretty flight attendant said softly, "Please fasten your seatbelt; we are about to land."

"Oh, okay."

After fastening his seatbelt, Lu Zhiyuan held his red and black checkered tie, a slight smile playing on his lips.

Sitting in the taxi, Lu Zhiyuan looked at the text messages on his phone, pondering what delicious food to cook for Siyu. It was Friday, and his little girl was home for the holidays. Whenever he had time, Lu Zhiyuan would personally cook a nice meal for her.

Suddenly, a crowd of people flashed past the window. He quickly stopped the driver, paid the fare, and, to the driver's astonishment, rushed into the farmers' market. He was the only one in the entire market, dressed smartly in a suit, selecting ingredients.

When they first got married, Lu Zhiyuan and Jia Xinjie were equally terrible cooks. But Xinjie had been a child star, with privileged upbringing, having tasted almost every famous dish from Jiangsu, Zhejiang, Sichuan, and Guangdong, as well as Japanese and French cuisine. She simply couldn't stomach ordinary food.

With limited financial resources but wanting to satisfy his wife and daughter's cravings, Lu Zhiyuan tearfully enrolled in a culinary training course. He spent three months crammed into a kitchen classroom with a group of middle-aged women, and surprisingly graduated first in his class. Although he, a graduate of Tianjin University, had always been an excellent student, consistently ranking at the top of his class, it was unbelievable that he would also achieve such a high score in cooking.

So, with a professional chef's license, he cooks for his wife and daughter whenever he has free time.

His friends jokingly call him a modern-day paragon of filial piety.

Carrying his shopping groceries, he rushed into the kitchen without even taking a break, changing his clothes. His daughter would be home in an hour.

He took out the whole chicken he'd bought at the market, skillfully removing the bones and giblets. Then he stuffed it with a filling of sea cucumber, shrimp, mushrooms, ham, shiitake mushrooms, dried shrimp, bamboo shoots, and lean pork, and put it in a pressure cooker to steam.

This dish is called Eight Treasure Chicken in a Bag, and its preparation is similar to Western Thanksgiving turkey. The key is that you can't use frozen chicken from the supermarket, because thawed chicken is easily pierced by a knife. That's why he buys fresh chicken and processes it himself.

Looking at the tender yellow chicken floating in the fragrant broth in the casserole, the whole dish is delicious and fragrant.

Siyu's eyes widened, and she exclaimed exaggeratedly, "Wow!"

Then she scolded playfully, "Dad, you made something so delicious again! Are you deliberately ruining my diet?"

Lu Zhiyuan looked at his daughter's shapely figure and laughed, "How old are you? Dieting already? Eat up! If you never get married, Dad will support you for life."

"Dad, you're the worst!"

Siyu said, jumping up and down, pouting her pink lips.

"Alright, go wash your hands, let's eat!"

the man commanded with a touch of pride.

Watching Siyu's adorable eating habits across from him, Lu Zhiyuan couldn't help but think of Siyun's delicate way of swallowing small bites. Siyu would never sit as gracefully as her sister, legs together and at an angle on the chair. Even while eating, her legs were constantly shifting positions, like a lively little kitten, never stopping.

The man put a mouthful of rice into his mouth, happily muttering to himself, "No matter which one, they are both my priceless treasures."

After finishing his meal, Lu Zhiyuan cleared away the dishes and went upstairs to his study. He turned on his computer, retrieved the documents sent from the company over the past few days, and began to handle the work he hadn't finished.

The entire study was pitch black, with only the computer screen providing a bright light. This was a habit he had maintained for many years; the darkness always helped him stay calm. The study wasn't large; besides his desk, there were large bookshelves against the wall, filled with all kinds of books. In the corner of the room was a grandfather clock, with a pot of lush violets on its rectangular back—his wife had brought it in to set the mood.

Time ticked by, the hands of the bronze clock ticking slowly and steadily. Finally, he finished reviewing all the documents that had accumulated over the past few days. Those that could be processed were sent back; the rest could be decided at the company meeting tomorrow. He took off his glasses and placed them on the table, raised his hands, and stretched his somewhat stiff shoulders. He glanced at the grandfather clock in the corner; the hour hand was pointing between eleven and twelve.

Lu Zhiyuan closed the document, leaned back comfortably in his chair, and lightly clicked on a small TV icon on the screen. A white scroll bar flashed rapidly across the blue interface that appeared. A few seconds later, a small stage appeared on the screen, behind which stood a huge billboard displaying a life-size image of a cool, buzz-cut man carrying a delicate young woman, speeding through a sea of fire in a car.

Several men and women stood on the red carpet-covered stage. The beautiful female host pointed her microphone at one of the middle-aged men with a large beard and asked with a smile, "Director Mo, were you aware that Ms. Li Peiyi couldn't attend the film's promotional event?"

"I knew that. Peiyi has new work; she's currently filming a new movie for the company in the west and couldn't come. She called me yesterday to apologize, and I understand her,"

the middle-aged man replied calmly.

"I heard that Ms. Jia won Best Supporting Actress at the Seoul Film Festival; you had a premonition,"

the host changed the subject.

"I just said that Xin Jie has consistently delivered outstanding performances over the years, and this award is well-deserved. For her personally, it's a belated honor,"

the bearded man said with a slight smile. "

So, Ms. Xin Jie,"

the female host turned and pointed the microphone at the sexy and elegant young woman, "Director Mo has such high praise for you; what are your plans for the future?"

"Hehe, thank you for the compliment, Director,"

Xin Jie smiled in her gold evening gown. "I might have a new movie to film soon, and I hope to get everyone's support then."

After the host's interview, reporters began asking questions. A young girl blurted out, "Ms. Jia, may I ask if it's true that you and Ms. Pei Yi had a falling out over the lead role in this film?"

Jia Xin Jie, who had maintained her elegant demeanor, paused slightly before replying, "No, that's not true. We're very good friends."

The young girl seemed unwilling to stop there and continued to press, "Then why didn't Ms. Pei Yi come today? Is it because she didn't want to promote the film with you?"

Xin Jie's smiling face began to stiffen slightly. At this moment, a middle-aged man in a sophisticated black suit appeared beside her and said with a smile, "Ms. Li's absence from this promotional event is due to other arrangements by the company. Her schedule was simply too tight. It wasn't an intentional avoidance. I hope reporters won't believe the rumors. There are no conflicts between our company's artists; we are all members of this harmonious family."

Seeing that he had come to her rescue, Xin Jie's stiff expression relaxed, and gratitude appeared in her eyes. After the man finished speaking, he glanced back at her, their eyes briefly meeting in the air.

Lu Zhiyuan always felt a sense of pride seeing his wife shine under the spotlight, but today, for some reason, he felt a strange loneliness in this dimly lit room.

He picked up the coffee cup on the table, hoping it would lift his spirits and cheer him up; this was too disappointing, especially since his beloved wife was now a nationally renowned star. But the black liquid had long since cooled, leaving only a cold, bitter taste on his tongue.

He stood up, straightened his slightly disheveled robe, and used the remote to turn off the air conditioner that was constantly blowing cold air.

Opening the door, a gust of warm air rushed in, carrying the dampness and heat characteristic of a summer night. Walking down the familiar corridor, he felt for the first time that his two-story villa was perhaps too big; it now seemed empty.

Lu Zhiyuan didn't know what he wanted to do outside; perhaps he wanted to dispel the loneliness he had just felt. He even felt that he had suddenly become more sentimental lately. The man scratched his head, muttering to himself with a self-deprecating laugh, "It must be because I've been too idle this year, that I have so much time to overthink things."

At the corner of the second-floor corridor, the door was slightly ajar, letting in a soft, dim light. This was the little girl Siyu's room. Reaching the door, Lu Zhiyuan placed his hand on the round handle. Just as he was about to close the door, his peripheral vision caught a glimpse inside. Lu Siyu lay on her side on the small princess bed by the window, her back to the door, her petite body curled up like an adorable kitten.

The bright moonlight streamed in through the window, casting a square of pale yellow light on the floor. On this softly glowing square lay a pink towel blanket with a Hello Kitty pattern.

Lu Zhiyuan shook his head and smiled. He loosened his grip on the door, pushed open the slightly ajar door, and strolled to the bedside. He picked up the fallen blanket, holding it by the back corners, ready to cover his little daughter, just as he had done before.

Just as he stood by the bed, about to lower the blanket, he suddenly noticed that his little girl had one hand tucked between her legs, her fingers buried between her tightly closed thighs.

Lu Zhiyuan was startled, his movements halting. Only when he heard Siyu's soft breathing did he relax; it seemed he wouldn't have to face that embarrassing scene.

He knew, of course, that his daughter had been scratching that area until she fell asleep. Teenage girls naturally become curious about their bodies and make such movements. But these were things a father shouldn't see. He intended to cover her and turn away, but his daughter's beautiful body lay before him, her half-hidden, white skin clearly visible in the dim moonlight.

The hem of her white lace nightgown was rolled up at her slender waist, revealing a hint of her sexy waistline. Below her tiny waist were two long, shapely legs, one straight and the other bent, overlapping the straight one. Her fair and delicate thighs glistened in the moonlight, while her calves and toes were only visible in alluring lines in the shadows. Her

rounded buttocks, bulging between her waist and thighs, were tightly wrapped in taut silk panties. The lace trim outlined the perfect curve of her hips, making her alluring curves appear incredibly elastic. The youthful flesh, brimming with elasticity, stretched the openwork lace, making her buttocks resemble a smooth peach. The initial awkwardness was beginning to fade, and her fleshy shape made one want to pinch it.

The tight cleft between her buttocks parted into two peach petals, creating an inviting groove on the panties. Following the line of sight, one could see a shadow the size of a date between her tightly pressed thighs.

Lu Zhiyuan couldn't help but swallow, his throat bobbing unconsciously. Just then, the girl seemed to murmur something, turning over. He quickly pulled the thin blanket over her, turning away hastily, but his eyes still caught a glimpse of the faint shadow beneath her underwear, a few strands of black silk peeking out from between her fingers, trembling slightly.

The man hurried back to his bedroom, the innocent and alluring image of his daughter still replaying in his mind. He rushed into the bathroom, unbuttoned his bathrobe, and turned on the blue showerhead.

Water sprayed from the showerhead, splashing onto his still-breathing face. Although it was the height of summer, the cold water sent a chill down his spine.

Yet, his erection, even in the cold water, swelled on its own. He looked at his throbbing member and gave a wry smile.

Two days later, after arranging everything at the company, Lu Zhiyuan drove alone on the Donghang Expressway. Before leaving, he specifically told his daughter not to tell her mother he was going to surprise her.

Now he's only thirty minutes away from Yuhang, the third stop of Jia Xinjie's promotional tour...

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