[Urban] Clouds and Rain (Complete) - Chapter 13 (End)

Chapter Fifteen ends

, but the man and woman on it showed no sign of stopping.

The movements of the young boy and girl made the straw mat on the bed smell even stronger, mixed with the smell of their sweat and semen, filling the space, which had been deserted for a long time, with a strange and alluring scent.

At this moment, Zhou Ming moved faster and faster, his inexperienced penis like a pestle, ramming wildly into the girl's body. In her equally inexperienced vagina, one wave of electric current had not yet subsided when another immediately struck, and the ever-increasing pleasure made Wang Chunxing's whole body tremble and spasm uncontrollably.

The friction between the tight vaginal muscles drove Zhou Ming almost crazy. Even though he tried to control himself, the pleasure in his lower body was like a tide that could not be suppressed. A tingling sensation ran down his spine and tailbone, and his already swollen glans seemed to swell even more. He pressed hard against Chunxing's pubic bone, making their lower bodies fit tightly together.

At the same time, the girl felt a strong surge of heat rush into her body. All the soft flesh of her private parts tightened simultaneously, gripping the still-vibrating long snake tightly. The snake's head continued to tremble rhythmically, each time spurting out a stream of hot liquid deep into her private parts.

These sensations echoed in her mind, exploding like thunder in her mind filled with electric currents of pleasure. In a feeling akin to flying, Chunxing felt she was almost losing consciousness.

For a moment, all her senses went blank, as if weightless. She instinctively clung tightly to the boy on top of her; everything seemed so unreal. A

moment later, a firm touch came from the inside of her still-trembling thighs, and she felt a tight pressure on her soft breasts—so heavy, yet so reassuring.

Wang Chunxing gently raised her head, resting it in the crook of his neck, and could hear his strong heartbeat beside her ear.

All of this told her that at this moment, the person she loved was so close, so real.

The afternoon sun was blinding, and all traces of last night's heavy rain had vanished. The rising steam, carrying waves of heat, served as a constant reminder of the torrential downpour.

On Guilin Road in Dongdu, two girls walked hand-in-hand, carrying shopping bags, under the shade of trees. Their striking appearances frequently drew glances from passersby.

The two seemed unfazed, unconcerned by the attention. One said to the other, "Sis, let's go to that shop across the street for some ice cream, it's so hot!"

"But Dad won't be able to find us easily then,"

the other replied hesitantly.

Who were these two beautiful girls? Indeed, these outstanding sisters were none other than the Lu sisters. Siyun had no classes this afternoon, so she accompanied her younger sister, Siyu, to a specialty store on Guilin Road to buy dance clothes and shoes. They had also arranged to meet their father, Lu Zhiyuan, at five o'clock on the roadside for a Western dinner at the Bauhinia Hotel that evening.

I thought the weather would be cooler after last night's heavy rain, but the steaming Dongdu made it even more stuffy. Siyun seemed to need a refreshing drink more than her sister.

"Oh my, sis! Dad'll call when he gets here. There's air conditioning, and the drinks are delicious, I've already had some. Besides,"

Siyu whispered mysteriously in her ear, "Dad definitely doesn't want you to get tanned." She

then playfully winked her big, beautiful eyes at her sister.

"Huh?"

Two red clouds rose to Siyun's cheeks. Her sister's obvious hint made her blush, and she recalled the image of her pale body exposed to her father.

"You brat, are you talking nonsense again?"

Siyun deliberately put on a stern face, pretending to be angry, but Siyu's blushing face betrayed her sister's true thoughts.

"I want iced porridge, a banana split, and two of your signature 'Su Xue Qian Li' ice cream. Sis, you should try it later, it's really delicious."

In the air-conditioned shop, two girls sat on a sofa, shopping bags on the opposite sofa. Siyu occasionally scooped a spoonful of ice cream and fed it to her older sister, Siyun.

Since that night, the two sisters' relationship had returned to normal—no, it should be said that there was an added, wonderful feeling.

Siyun watched her younger sister eating ice cream in front of her. The little girl was less argumentative and more teasing and joking. This kind of sisterly intimacy was unprecedented; before, she was always the one caring for her, but rarely did Siyun reciprocate her kindness.

"Hey, isn't that Dad?"

Just as she was lost in thought, Siyu's voice rang in her ears.

Following her gaze, through the large window of the ice cream shop, Lu Zhiyuan was on the opposite side of the street, fiddling with the buttons on his black phone.

A few seconds later, the violin concerto of "The Butterfly Lovers" played from Siyun's handbag.

"Sister, let's do this,"

Siyun was about to reach for her phone when Siyu pressed her back into her bag, "Don't answer the phone, let's suddenly appear in front of Dad, okay?"

Before Siyun could speak, Siyu jumped up from her seat, shouting, "Boss, the bill!"

Watching her sister's actions, Lu Siyun imagined her father's surprised expression upon seeing her. The campus belle of Dongda University unconsciously curled her lips slightly. She moved her fingers away from the flashing phone, pulled a fifty-yuan note from her handbag, and placed it on the table.

After paying, Siyu pulled her sister's arm to leave when suddenly an old van sped towards them on the road, then screeched to a halt on the other side, obscuring their father's figure. A few seconds later, the wheels turned again, and it sped away.

"What a nutcase! Who drives like that?"

Si Yu muttered, watching the van drive away. She turned her gaze back to the other side of the road, where Lu Zhiyuan had been standing. There, lying silently on the ground, was only a black cell phone.

"Ah?"

When her sister's terrified scream rang out, Lu Si Yu realized that in those split second, her father had vanished. Had he been kidnapped? The girl's body trembled uncontrollably, her legs went weak, and tears streamed down her face like spring water from a crevice in a rock.

5:10 PM The old van was dark, suffocating, and filled with helplessness, perhaps even more profoundly… fear.

Lu Zhiyuan had always considered himself a man of some stature, worldly-wise and experienced. Whether it was his resolute resignation from a state-owned enterprise at the beginning of his entrepreneurial journey, his decision to invest heavily in developing precision instruments, or his courage to sell his products to black market sellers for huge profits, he considered himself a man of courage.

But in the back of this van, he couldn't calm down at all.

A bag was stuffed over his head, his head pressed against the metal under the car, his vision completely dark, the only sounds the hum of the engine and the screeching of the tires echoing in his ears.

He tried to calm himself down and find a way to escape, but the more he told himself to stay calm, the faster his heart pounded, a thud he could clearly hear.

His heart continued to race, and his chest began to feel tight. He didn't know if it was because of the bag over his head, but he felt like he was inhaling less air each time.

He started breathing heavily through his nose and mouth until his chest ached.

Lu Zhiyuan could hear his own pounding heart, the varying pitch of the engine, and the abrupt shifts in the gearbox, but he couldn't hear anything from inside the car.

"Hey, who are you people?"

He asked cautiously, but the only answer was a slam on the gas pedal, the wheels spinning rapidly forward.

Lu Zhiyuan couldn't guess who had kidnapped him, let alone why.

Was it for money? But why were they so silent? They were too calm. In movies and TV shows, after kidnapping someone, didn't the kidnappers always cheer and celebrate? Didn't they always threaten the kidnapped person to make their family send money?

Was it revenge? He hadn't offended anyone. If it was about the Sunshine KTV incident, the Zhang family had already told him through Ma Shijun that it was all a misunderstanding. Zhang Wanlong wouldn't pursue the matter of his son being beaten, and he hoped he wouldn't hold Zhang Hao's actions against him. Knowing that the incident stemmed from Siyu, he also planned to let it go and minimize the damage.

Then he wouldn't have any enemies. The factories he had destroyed? Those owners were all legitimate businessmen; they wouldn't risk their lives to deal with him.

So who was it? The man's mind was in chaos.

Could it be… the South Korean state of Nambang? Thinking of this, Lu Zhiyuan was startled. He'd heard that the South Korean intelligence agency used to put people in bags, fill them with cement, and sink them at sea. They'd even scuttled their own opposition party leader before. Could it be that the seemingly gentle but actually strong-willed Ms. Kim couldn't cut off his supplies to North Korea and was resorting to such drastic measures?

It didn't make sense. He was just a small manufacturer; without Zhiyuan Electromechanical, North Korea could easily obtain precision gyroscopes from elsewhere. And their high-profile kidnapping and murder in Dongdu—did they completely disregard the Chinese government? Surely the South Koreans wouldn't act so openly?

Logically, Lu Zhiyuan couldn't figure out who had kidnapped him, yet he was bound here.

While his mind raced, he strained his ears, hoping to hear a single word from the kidnappers, but his inquiries went unanswered. There was still no sound from inside the car.

Judging by the engine noise, Lu Zhiyuan knew the car was moving, and at a considerable speed. Where were these people trying to take him?

"Ugh,"

Lu Zhiyuan struggled to sit up straight in the carriage. He asked again, "Hey, say something!"

"..."

Apart from the creaking of the machinery, there was no sound from inside the carriage. Lu Zhiyuan held his breath, vaguely hearing the breathing of several people. But they didn't exchange a single word.

The burlap sack overhead was thick enough, but after his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he could vaguely see a few slivers of light filtering through the gaps in the sack.

Lu Zhiyuan focused his gaze, straining to see out, but he couldn't see anything through those tiny gaps.

The summer evening in Dongdu was already quite hot, and today, with the added humidity after the rain, it was even hotter. Yet, there was no air conditioning in the carriage. Lu Zhiyuan understood that these guys wanted the carriage to go faster and hadn't even turned on the air conditioning.

This thought made him even more nervous. A group of kidnappers had even planned this out; they were clearly not a rabble. Kidnapping him wasn't a spur-of-the-moment act by a group of petty thugs desperate for money; it was a pre-planned scheme.

As the largest and wealthiest city in the Central Plains, Dongdu had countless people richer than him. Why did they specifically target him?

Lu Zhiyuan leaned against the carriage, utterly clueless.

His head was encased in this tightly sealed bag, the rising heat making him feel beads of sweat trickling from his scalp, pooling together and flowing down his scalp like water.

Yet, he felt no warmth from the sweat; instead, a chill ran down his neck and back, cold sweat seeping from his back. He

was surrounded by darkness, unable to hear a single sound of conversation. His hands were cold and trembling, bound to his back with wire, impossible to even break.

To say he wasn't afraid would be a lie.

Just over ten days ago, when Xin Jie's affair ended, perhaps he wasn't afraid. Death was death, so what? His world seemed to have collapsed instantly. The home he had worked so hard for half his life was gone, his mother was gone, his wife was gone—he had no reason to live.

But now, things were different. He had his two beloved daughters with him. After a long day at work, he would come home and the family would gather around the table, chatting and watching TV. He could even sleep soundly with his two little girls in his arms at night. Lu Zhiyuan felt that his real life was just beginning.

Perhaps he hadn't realized how wonderful this life was before, but now, the thought of possibly dying at the hands of these guys sent chills down his spine. Countless thoughts swirled in his mind—lying in a cold coffin, knowing nothing, seeing nothing. Siyun and Siyu were separated from him, unreachable, unkissable.

He was only thirty-four years old; his wonderful life had just begun. He absolutely didn't want to die like this.

Lu Zhiyuan grew increasingly terrified, his hands and feet trembling uncontrollably. He sat bolt upright, leaning forward and shouting, "Hey, who are you people? Say something! Name your price! Are you all deaf or mute?! You dare to kidnap me, but you won't even say a word?"

A loud "clatter" echoed in the carriage, like metal scraping together. Before Lu Zhiyuan could even process what was happening, he heard a whoosh and felt a heavy blow to his forehead. After a sharp pain, everything went black, and he collapsed onto the carriage floor.

7:30 PM, No. 18, Gulin Street, Dongdu. "Waaah...waaah...waaah..."

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A girl slightly older than her hugged her tightly from behind. Although she didn't shed tears, the tear stains around her red eyes showed she had cried countless times.

"Alright, alright, little sister, don't cry. The police officers will find your father soon,"

a woman in a black police uniform comforted her with tissues.

"Liar, liar! It's been several hours, and there's still no result, boohoo..." The woman's

attempts to comfort her backfired, even though she knew it was just a little girl's upset words. There was no malice intended. But the policewoman in her thirties still felt incredibly embarrassed and could only smile wryly to console herself.

Her gaze swept over the others in the room, instinctively seeking help from her colleagues. However, one of the two male officers was frantically flipping through a page of notes, while the other, wearing a listening headset, was intently listening to something. "Damn it, the kidnappers haven't made a single phone call. What are you listening for?"

Sun Mei also found it strange. The kidnappers hadn't made a single call since abducting the hostage. While kidnappers had previously delayed contacting families to evade police investigation, having the family's contact information beforehand and contacting them immediately could have threatened them and prevented them from reporting the crime.

This time, the kidnappers hadn't made a move, and the kidnapping was so swift; it wasn't a hasty crime. It was hard to imagine they hadn't considered this step. Why hadn't they called?

The kidnapped person was a well-known private entrepreneur in the city. Even Director Mu from the city government called the team immediately, showing great concern. Sun Mei felt this mission would likely be very difficult.

"Um… it's so hot. I'll go get you all some drinks."

Lu Siyun, sitting opposite Sun Mei, got up from the sofa to go to the kitchen to get some drinks for the officers.

"No need," one of them said.

"Don't bother."

The officers declined.

"Siyun, think about it again. Has your father really not offended anyone?"

A pleasant voice suddenly rang out near the window.

Looking towards the sound, the person stood by the living room's French windows. Her voice wasn't exactly soft and delicate, but it had a cool, magnetic quality.

Unlike Sun Mei, she wasn't wearing a uniform skirt suit; instead, she was wearing trousers. The crisp trousers made her legs appear exceptionally long, seemingly taking up two-thirds of her height.

She turned around, and the Type 99 police uniform fit her tall frame perfectly. It was as if the designer had foreseen that such a policewoman would wear it; the well-tailored uniform made her look exceptionally dashing.

Especially against the black fabric, her fair skin appeared even more radiant, like snow.

Although her deep-set features gave her an exotic charm, many men standing before her were chilled by the coldness in her eyes before even noticing her beauty and figure.

It was a cold, piercing light reflected from the sharp edges of an iceberg.

If the weaker Lu Siyun was a lily striving to be strong under a storm, then this girl was lightning flashing through the rolling dark clouds.

"Ah? Hmm..."

Lu Siyun was taken aback at first, then frowned and thought seriously for a while before shaking her head helplessly. "I think there isn't any, Sister Donglei. At least I can't think of anything. Ayu, do you know?"

"..."

Hearing her sister's question, Lu Siyu turned her head, thought for a moment, and also shook her head blankly.

Seeing the sisters' reactions, Murong Donglei nodded, gestured for Yiyun to go about her business, and then turned back to continue thinking.

This case was unusual. First, the criminals planned it meticulously; they kidnapped the victim the instant he stood by the roadside in their van. They had also hidden several vans of the same model on Guilin Road beforehand. After the incident, when the police reviewed surveillance footage from nearby intersections, they discovered four vans of the same model, all heading in four different directions in the city.

This alone suggests the kidnappers were quite professional. She had just called her sister, brother-in-law, and other friends of Lu Zhiyuan. According to them, they hadn't heard of Lu Zhiyuan having any enemies, at most a few business rivals.

Siyun recalled that Lu Zhiyuan had recently clashed with the thug Zhang Hao while protecting her and her sister, but she had also called Zhang Wanlong, who firmly denied any involvement.

Given Zhang Wanlong's cunning, he wouldn't risk such trouble for himself; he wouldn't risk losing the territory he'd built over decades for a small ransom.

So who could it be? Known as the top policewoman in Dongdu, Murong Donglei crossed her arms, her beautiful brows furrowed, lost in thought.

After a while, Lu Siyun's voice sounded behind her, "Sister Donglei, come over and have some fruit and a drink."

Murong Donglei didn't respond to her invitation, but instead waved, "Siyun, did you call any housekeeping services?"

"Huh?"

Lu Siyun was taken aback, walked to the window, and saw a slightly peeling van parked on the side of the road in front of her house.

Five men, whose faces were obscured, got out of the van carrying a tool bag commonly used for cleaning and walked towards the door. They wore sleeves, rubber gloves, and hoods, looking like handymen who cleaned the rooms and gardens of a typical mansion and took out the trash.

"I didn't call any housekeeping services,"

Siyun said, puzzled.

"What's wrong? What housekeeping services?"

Sun Mei, the policewoman who was comforting Siyu, asked, equally confused.

"Sister Mei, take Siyun and Siyu upstairs."

Murong Donglei's tone suddenly changed, and she said in a commanding tone, "Xiao Zhang, Xiao Wang, get ready, we have guests."

"Yes."

The two male police officers exchanged glances, both seeing doubt in each other's eyes. But just as they got up to walk towards the door, Murong Donglei stopped them.

"They might be carrying weapons."

Donglei's cold words made the two young male police officers completely understand the situation before them. These guys were probably here to kidnap the Lu sisters. How arrogant!

"Instructor Mu, what should we do?"

"Should we close the door and call for backup immediately?"

There were four police officers who came to Lu Zhiyuan's house this time. In addition to the deputy instructor Murong Donglei who led the team, there was a person taking notes, someone listening in on the phone, and a female police officer in charge of calming down the family members. None of them brought weapons. Who would have thought that the kidnappers would be so arrogant as to continue kidnapping?

"Hmph?"

Murong Donglei let out a slight breath from her nose. While cracking her knuckles, she said, "By the time reinforcements arrive, these guys will have already run away. Now, if we take them down, we'll know where our accomplices are, and we'll know where the hostages are." "

Instructor Mu, let's do it."

Ever since graduating from police academy and being assigned to the Dongdu Public Security Bureau, Murong Donglei had been known as the most beautiful policewoman in Dongdu. In the criminal investigation team, although no one dared openly pursue the bureau chief's beautiful niece, for the young male officers, she was undoubtedly a goddess. If she got injured or scratched during a mission, that would be terrible.

Besides, if they could display their prowess in front of this beauty, they might even win her favor.

Even if they weren't pursuing her, to put it another way, if they let the woman lead the charge while they hid in their rooms trembling, their brothers would despise them for life.

"Instructor Mu, you're in command this time. Let us handle the arrest of the criminals."

The two male officers puffed out their chests, like heroes preparing to block a gun.

"..."

Murong Donglei saw through the two men's intentions at a glance. What she hated most was these guys giving her titles like "most beautiful policewoman," then expecting her to obediently hide in a corner, trembling as she watched them complete their missions, preferably with a few sweet cries of "help," which would further satisfy their pathetic male egos.

Absolutely not.

As a girl from the Murong family, she had been praised as a little beauty since childhood. She was told she would

definitely grow up to be a star, that she was so pretty she could be a model—Donglei had heard these kinds of comments countless times.

But the strong-willed Murong Donglei would never be like some girls, using her pretty face to boss around boys, nor did she want to be a trembling little girl hiding behind a boy.

From a young age, she demanded of herself that she be stronger than boys, absolutely not to be just a pretty decoration.

What men could do, Murong Donglei could do too. So she chose the same path as her third uncle, becoming a people's police officer, punishing crime, and protecting the safety of the people. In her heart, she hoped that this would stop others from treating her as just a pretty ornament.

"Ding-dong, ding-dong."

A bald, middle-aged man rang the doorbell. "Is this the Lu Mansion? We are..."

Before he could finish speaking, the door slammed open with a bang, sending the unsuspecting man flying. Two men behind him on the steps were also knocked aside. The two at the back were about to reach for their waists when two flashing objects flew towards them.

Forgetting to draw their guns, they hurriedly jumped to the left and right. With two loud cracking sounds, two teacup trays shattered on the floor.

Just as the trays attracted the attention of the two armed men, Murong Donglei leaped down the steps and charged at the middle-aged bald man in the lead.

This man, who had just been thrown by the door, had barely gotten up when he found a black figure already in front of him.

A whistling fist came straight for his face.

The force of the blow was too fast for him to react; he could only instinctively raise the tool bag he was using as a disguise.

Unexpectedly, this worked out in a lucky way; the raised bag grazed Donglei's arm, and the movement of her arm reduced the force of the punch. Even so, the bald man felt as if a lead weight had been thrown at his head, his mind a jumble of thoughts like a smashed wine cellar, shattered liquor, beer, and red wine. A sudden, dizzying spin sent him staggering to the side.

Dong Lei had intended to subdue him instantly, but her punch missed, and the dark muzzles of four men's guns were already pointed at her. Desperate, she did a somersault backward, the ground instantly riddled with bullet holes.

Her plan was to take down one enemy, seize his weapon, capture him alive, and use his weapon to hold out until rescue arrived. With gunfire raging, the nearby police should arrive soon to investigate, thus driving away the criminals, protecting the Lu sisters, capturing a suspect, and gathering intelligence. However,

her first strike failed, and the thugs didn't seem to be using cover fire for their escape; instead, they were trying to storm the house. Now outside, unarmed, Murong Donglei realized she had made a fatal mistake.

However, the policewoman from Dongdu didn't flinch. She bent down, intending to attack the man at the front again, hoping close combat would deter his comrades from firing.

Just as she crouched like a leopard, preparing to leap out again, "Ah, ah!"

At that moment, two armed thugs screamed almost simultaneously, their guns falling to the ground.

The other three, hearing the screams, turned around and saw their two companions clutching their gun-wielding arms, each with a discarded welding rod stuck in the back of their hand.

"Who goes there?"

the middle-aged man in charge shouted.

"There!"

one of his men yelled towards the wall.

A casually dressed man on the wall made no attempt to conceal himself. He crouched on the wall, fiddling with several discarded welding rods he'd acquired from who-knows-where.

"Who are you?"

the bald man yelled, his weapon already pointed at the wall. He didn't care who the other person was; a few shots would be enough to kill them.

But just as he raised his gun, he suddenly realized the wall was empty.

Then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a figure close by. Before he could react, he was sent flying, hurtling towards his two companions. Only when he and his companions crashed together did he feel a sharp pain in his side.

"Run!"

Someone shouted first. The thugs scrambled to their feet, pulling the bald man, who was now immobilized, and fired a few shots haphazardly at Dong Lei and the others before rushing into the still-running van and fleeing in panic.

Murong Dong Lei watched helplessly as they escaped from cover, stamping her feet in anger. She had planned to use the moment the bald man was kicked away to rush in and grab him alive. But her savior had pulled her to cover, and the thugs only released her after they finished firing. By then, it was too late to rush in.

"Hey, why are you dragging me along? If we just rush in, we can catch them alive and get clues. Are you an idiot?!"

Murong Donglei shouted angrily at the man.

"Didn't you see their guns were pointed at you? Do you think you're the Fire Cloud Evil God or Keanu Reeves? Silly girl."

The man shrugged nonchalantly. "Or did you not even notice the guns behind you and just want to charge in?"

"You? Of course I saw them. I just want to catch the thief and solve the case as soon as possible. You're so free. Hasn't your boss assigned you any tasks lately?"

Donglei's face flushed red as he interrupted her. She was furious but couldn't vent her anger, so she could only glare at the man fiercely.

"I'm on leave today. I was thinking of getting you some late-night snacks, but I didn't expect you to be working, so I brought you something to eat."

The man said, pointing to a white plastic bag hanging on the wall.

"I'm not eating. Then why didn't you catch a thug earlier? That way you could have asked him about the situation."

Dong Lei was not about to be bribed by the other party's late-night snack. She angrily brought up the old grievances from earlier.

"I'm here to deliver something to you, not to catch a thief. Besides, catching thieves is your job as police officers; it's not right for me to be a busybody."

"You? Humph!"

Murong Donglei glared at him again, ignoring the bastard, and turned to take out her phone from her pocket. She dialed a number and said, "Hello, is this Captain Zhao? Captain Zhao, can you hear me? This is Murong."

"I have a report for you. Five armed thugs came to the Lu family's house just now, probably intending to continue kidnapping hostages. We tried to apprehend them, but failed." "

Yes, they escaped. They were driving a gray van with some paint chips, the license plate was covered and unknown, and all five were carrying Type 92 pistols; other weapons are unknown. They drove north from Gulin Street. I request that checkpoints be set up along the route. The thugs are armed; Captain Zhao, you need to send men to intercept them immediately. The surrounding area is a residential area with many people; don't let the situation escalate further."

"Okay, that's it, all done."

The man behind her listened to the girl's brisk report, recalling her fierce yet charming gaze, and a slight smile crept onto his lips.

21:45 A dim yellow light pierced his eyes in the nameless basement, blurring everything around him. Lu Zhiyuan shook his head, feeling a cool sensation on his face, as if cold water had been splashed on it. A burning pain shot through his forehead; he vaguely realized he had shouted a few times in the car, and the kidnappers must have gotten impatient and knocked him unconscious.

Before him was a dark basement, with only an iron door in the corner. The air was damp and foul, eerie and terrifying, like a nightmare.

A single old-fashioned, transparent light bulb overhead cast a dim light, flickering like a ghostly fire, illuminating the few figures around him.

The wound on his forehead seemed to have stopped bleeding, but the sweat stung like mosquitoes, causing both pain and itching. A few strands of hair on his forehead were also scabbed over, and shaking his head would tear at the wound.

However, the pain and itching slowly subsided the dizziness in his head, and Lu Zhiyuan focused his gaze, sizing up the people around him. Although there were quite a few people here, a tall young man stood out, and he was vaguely the leader of this group.

This man was wearing a designer shirt and trousers, but the collar was pulled down wide, and he was holding a glass of wine filled with amber liquid. Judging from his appearance, he was probably only in his early twenties, but his eyes were filled with fierce and cruel eyes.

Seeing this, Lu Zhiyuan's throat tightened involuntarily. He instinctively tried to get up and back away, only to find that his hands and feet were firmly bound to the chair, unable to leave the seat.

The young man opposite him grinned, staring straight at him, his arrogant and domineering expression as if he were the master of the world.

Looking at this young face, Lu Zhiyuan seemed to see another person in the features and eyes. Although he hadn't met him many times, he had a deep impression of him from photos and especially videos.

Seeing Lu Zhiyuan's seemingly confused expression, Yu Qiushan laughed loudly, "Recognized him? Looks like you're not so stupid after all. Should I call you Uncle Lu according to seniority? After all, you and my father are cousins. Haha." He was Yu Wang's son? Lu Zhiyuan confirmed his earlier guess from his words, after all, there were similarities between father and son.

But why did this kid tie him up?

Logically speaking, he hadn't sought revenge against the Yu family, nor had he threatened them. Were they afraid that if he found out the truth about Xin Jie's affair, he would retaliate, so they preemptively struck?

He was just an ordinary businessman, while the Yu family, judging from their current demeanor, were definitely not benevolent; they were certainly not just wealthy Hong Kong businessmen with companies. With their connections, they had absolutely no reason to be afraid of him.

Completely bewildered, Lu Zhiyuan composed himself and said calmly, "Forget all the formalities, what do you want with me here?"

"Haha, I say, Mr. Lu, I heard you started from scratch and are quite a figure in Dongdu. You can't be that stupid, can you?"

Lu Zhiyuan looked at Yu Qiushan and said, "I don't know you. We have no past grudges or recent conflicts. As long as you release me now, I promise I won't pursue this matter. If the police ask, I'll say it was a joke between friends and won't make things difficult for you."

"Hahaha,"

Yu Qiushan burst into wild laughter, as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world. "I say, Lu Zhiyuan, you really didn't waste your life being a cuckold. Did my dad ejaculate into your brain too?"

Yu Qiushan raised his hand, splashing the remaining liquor in his glass onto Lu Zhiyuan's head. The strong whiskey felt like the stinging wound had been ripped open, causing Lu Zhiyuan to grimace in pain.

Lu Zhiyuan grew somewhat angry. "So what exactly do you want?"

"What do I want? Just look at this and you'll know. Play the video."

As soon as Yu Qiushan finished speaking, two young men behind him pushed out a small table with wheels. On it was a projector, its bright lens emitting a blinding white light, projecting the image onto a white cloth hanging on the cement wall.

Yu Qiushan waved his hand and said, "Mr. Lu, let me introduce you. This is Dr. Luo, your attending physician, a top student who graduated from Tokyo Medical College. He'll explain things to you."

Only then did Lu Zhiyuan realize that a person in a white coat had entered the room at some point and was standing behind him.

He turned to look at the man. He was over fifty years old, wearing thick glasses, with graying temples. His sparse hair was neatly combed, but there were still obvious sparse partings among the strands. A light green coat, which wasn't particularly large, looked exceptionally baggy on him.

Lu Zhiyuan noticed the so-called doctor staring intently at him from behind, his narrowed pupils resembling those of a reptile. The way the doctor looked at him reminded him of the look

Lu Zhiyuan had when he saw freshly boiled chicken at the market. Just then, images began to appear on the wall. Although he knew it couldn't be anything good, the fear of the unknown future made Lu Zhiyuan temporarily set aside his thoughts about the doctor and focus on the image on the wall.

In the image, inside a fairly standard gymnasium, a man of medium height was tied to a chair just like Lu Zhiyuan, except he was naked.

The man's mouth was taped shut, and his tired face betrayed unease and fear; his ashen complexion made him look particularly haggard.

Several people wearing matching light green coats and masks approached him. One of them took out a razor and tried to shave his pubic hair.

The man seemed to understand and struggled desperately, but his weak body couldn't break free from the ropes binding him. He was held down tightly by the others, who began shaving his pubic hair.

He struggled futilely for a while, then stopped moving when the razor was pressed against his genitals, allowing the other person to manipulate him. His weak body was only shown by the violent heaving of his chest.

Several masked men shaved his genitals, washed them with soap and water, and then moved him, chair and all, to a proper operating table equipped with operating lights.

The ropes were untied, and he was re-tied to the operating table. At the table, a person holding a large syringe sprayed a little liquid upwards, as if to inject the man's genitals.

At this moment, the man began to struggle violently again. His naked body was tense, his veins bulging, and his mouth was constantly twitching, as if he were shouting something; the tape over his mouth was almost torn off.

But he was still held down by his lower limbs, and the needle was inserted into his lower abdomen. Just a few seconds later, his lower body, which had been struggling and twisting along with his upper body, became completely still.

Seeing this, Lu Zhiyuan felt sweat pouring down his forehead again.

Just then, a voice rang out above him, sounding old and shrill, as if deliberately speaking in a high-pitched voice, "Young man, don't move around when you're getting an injection. If you accidentally prick the wrong spot, it could cause a medical accident."

A few seconds later, Lu Zhiyuan realized the voice must have come from the doctor behind him.

The scene then zoomed in, showing the man's penis and scrotum placed on a small table.

A gleaming scalpel slowly cut open the dark, wrinkled skin of the scrotum, gradually widening the bloody incision to reveal the scrotum filled with blood vessels and beads.

Seeing this, Lu Zhiyuan's own genitals tightened involuntarily, and he swallowed hard. A tingling sensation crept up his back, as if some reptile were coiling around him.

He tried to turn his head away, but the moment he moved, a strong hand gripped his head. Five steel-like fingers, like pliers, were so strong they seemed to dig into his skull.

The index finger, in particular, was pressed against the wound on Lu Zhiyuan's forehead. The pinching easily reopened the newly scabbed wound, the twisting fingers tearing at the flesh, forcing Lu Zhiyuan to keep his head facing forward and continue watching the "movie" on the wall.

On the screen, the doctor next to him used scissors to pry open a bloody scrotum. Inside the man's scrotum, he used long-tipped tweezers to pick up a thin tube, snip off one end, then pinched that end and sniped off the other.

Then, as if showing off a trophy, he waved the severed green tube in front of the man before tossing it into a nearby basin like trash.

This scene sent chills down Lu Zhiyuan's spine. The old man behind him explained, "See that? That's his vas deferens. I've already cut it off. With current human technology, it's impossible to replicate an artificial one and reattach it."

The next scene showed the same old man, who called himself a doctor, cutting off the man's other vas deferens.

After cutting it off, these people filled a long, thin syringe with liquid, and the sharp needle plunged into the man's bloodshot testicles.

"See?"

Accompanying the video, the old man explained with great interest, "This needle inserted into his testicles will inject him with a drug that can completely kill the man's ability to produce sperm. Even with artificial insemination, it will be impossible for a woman to conceive."

In the next scene, the old man was seen cutting open the man's penis with a scalpel, performing a series of actions. According to his explanation, he was performing a penile nerve plexus modification on the man; after this surgery, even slight stimulation would cause the man to ejaculate.

Watching the gleaming scalpel cut open the penis in the video, Lu Zhiyuan could no longer control his emotions. He had been trembling uncontrollably since the beginning, letting out an uncontrollable scream, "Ahhhhh..."

22:00, No. 18, Gulin Street, Dongdu. Even at night, Dongdu was extremely hot and humid in the sweltering summer, but the Dongdu policewoman's shirt was buttoned up completely. So when she came out of the air-conditioned room under the pretext of getting some fresh air, a series of glistening beads of sweat quickly covered her fair skin.

For her, who grew up in the north, the summer in Dongdu was truly unbearable, but she didn't want her anxiety to affect the Lu sisters.

Nearly five hours had passed since the incident, and it was normal that the suspect hadn't been found. However, the fact that the suspect's vehicles traveling through the city hadn't been effectively monitored, and that these vehicles had cleverly deceived the police's road surveillance system, was something Dong Lei was very concerned about.

This meant that these kidnappers were very professional and possessed strong counter-surveillance capabilities.

"This is troublesome,"

she sighed inwardly, holding up a can of Coca-Cola to her forehead, hoping the cold can would cool her feverish head.

22:20 Nameless Basement Throughout the entire "viewing," Yu Qiushan remained silent. He simply instructed his men to record the entire scene in the basement, especially Lu Zhiyuan's expressions, to use as evidence to report to his grandfather.

Lu Zhiyuan's helpless, tense, and fearful facial expressions were all things he enjoyed watching. He happily relished it all, imagining the scene unfolding in his mind while simultaneously picturing his grandfather, Yu Dabang's, expression upon seeing these images.

The Yu family is mine now, he thought smugly.

Suddenly, a phone rang. Yu Qiushan noticed Huang Mingde, who had been standing next to Lu Zhiyuan and pressing down on his head, take out his phone, listen for a dozen seconds, then turn it off and walk towards him.

The short, stocky man approached Yu Qiushan, his expression grave, and said in a low voice, "Boss, it didn't work over there."

"What?"

Yu Qiushan stared at the man, wide-eyed.

"They didn't catch them, they ran into the cops."

"How could this happen? Didn't you say you were prepared?"

"Looks like the police in Dongdu are more capable."

Hearing the other person's words, Yu Qiushan angrily said, "Damn it, wasn't it said there would only be a few people assisting in guarding the phone? Wasn't it said that these cops usually don't carry weapons? How come five people with guns couldn't handle them?" "

I don't know yet. Boss, I didn't dare to say much to them before hanging up."

"They're all a bunch of good-for-nothings. Good-for-nothings! So where are they now?"

Looking at the young boss, who was at least twenty years younger than him, yelling at him, Huang Mingde still calmly replied, "They've gone to the beach according to plan. There are small boats waiting for them there. Once they're out of territorial waters, there are big ships outside. Once they're on the ship, there shouldn't be any problems."

"Okay, that's good. Just don't have any more problems. Ade, you should have personally led this operation."

Hearing the young man's complaints, Huang Mingde smiled bitterly. He originally thought that such a simple matter could be handled by the few of them. Entrusted by Master Yu to protect his grandson, Huang Mingde couldn't easily leave.

Huang Mingde was originally a Hong Kong policeman, a member of the Special Duties Unit (SDU), also known as the Flying Tigers. However, due to his gambling addiction, he lost hundreds of thousands in Macau, was dismissed from the police force, and was subsequently pursued by the triads for debt.

Just when he was at his wit's end, Yu Dabang appeared, not only helping him pay off his debts but also giving him a job with a salary exceeding that of a police officer. Huang Mingde always considered Yu Dabang his benefactor, and now that the old man had assigned him to protect the Yu family's grandson, he naturally had to do his best.

Yu Qiushan's mood was completely different from his earlier smugness. He had originally planned to capture the two daughters of the man surnamed Lu and the woman surnamed Jia before taking action, having sex with the two girls while simultaneously cutting off Lu's lineage.

Grandpa would be happy with such a scene, and then he could bring the man surnamed Lu back to Hong Kong for Grandpa's personal handling, thus making him the undisputed head of the Yu family.

But now, not only had he failed to catch the two girls, but he had also alerted the police in Dongdu. Although they hadn't come knocking on his door yet, Yu Qiushan was still a little uneasy. After all, this wasn't Hong Kong, and he didn't have many escape routes.

He paced back and forth a couple of times. Noticing that everyone was looking at him, he became even more irritated. He waved his hand and shouted, "What are you looking at? Get ready immediately! Professor Luo, begin now!"

At Yu Qiushan's command, his men immediately began to prepare.

Lu Zhiyuan watched as several people in light green surgical gowns entered the room. They took out various medical equipment and set it up in a corner of the basement.

Several others in white coats approached him. One reached out and unzipped his pants, while two others prepared razors.

Lu Zhiyuan was stunned for a few seconds, then suddenly realized that the scene from the video was about to happen to him.

The cut scrotum, the blood-streaked testicles, and half of the severed vas deferens all flashed before Lu Zhiyuan's eyes.

"Ah..."

Although it was probably pointless, he still struggled violently, resisting the other person's actions with all his might.

He didn't want to, absolutely didn't want to become a completely useless man; for a man, that outcome was worse than death.

But under several strong arms, his pants were quickly pulled down, and a sharp razor was pointed at his genitals.

Seeing him still twisting and turning, a man in a white coat nearby sneered, "Mr. Lu, you'd better cooperate, or you'll lose even your bladder. You don't want to squat to pee for the rest of your life, do you?"

"Hahahaha," his words drew a burst of laughter from his companions.

But amidst the laughter, the iron door to the basement suddenly burst open, and with a "bang," a figure flew in sideways from the other side of the door.

"Ah?"

Everyone in the room looked at the doorway in surprise.

When the figure landed heavily on the ground, everyone realized it was Ah Hui, who was on duty outside.

In that instant when everyone was momentarily stunned, Huang Mingde reached out, drew his gun, and aimed it at the door. His rigorous training allowed him to instinctively complete a series of actions, skillfully pointing the Glock 17 towards the iron door.

Although no longer in the police force, Huang Mingde still preferred using the Glock 17 and kept it in optimal condition.

Clang, clang... clang, clang...

Just as the people inside came to their senses, they noticed several objects beside Ah Hui, who was lying on the ground. Several can-like items had been thrown in, landing around the doorway, and then hissing wildly as large plumes of white smoke billowed out.

Within seconds, the entire doorway was filled with smoke. Huang Mingde's 9mm Parabellum Glock 17 began to fire, but before he could fire more than a few shots, he let out a scream of pain, nearly dropping the Glock 17. Then, a figure flashed in front of him, and with a whoosh, an attack came from his left. He tried to block with his left arm, and his right hand pointed the gun to the left as well.

Before he could even fire, his already injured right arm was seized, and he was slammed to the ground. The intense pain of his sternum hitting the ground made him think his chest was about to shatter, and his arm was almost dislocated. "Ugh..." The former

Flying Tigers member, who always prided himself on his rigorous training, couldn't help but let out a muffled groan of pain.

He was held firmly to the ground by his arm.

Huang Mingde endured the excruciating pain and glanced around, noticing that his other brothers in the room were also subdued and pinned to the ground, without even a chance to draw their guns.

The newcomers were all dressed in casual clothes, simple t-shirts and jeans, and were generally not tall, but their movements were surprisingly clean and efficient, without any unnecessary movements

. Using smoke grenades as cover, they quickly engaged in close combat. Even in the Hong Kong Special Duties Unit (SDU), where he used to work, they would be considered top-notch fighters. Who were these people? Frustrated, Huang Mingde was completely baffled.

Yu Qiushan was also confused.

When he saw a thin, dark-skinned man rushing towards him, he instinctively reached into his pocket, but before he could get his pistol, he was punched hard in the ribs. The intense pain made him gasp for breath, unable to make a sound.

This scene that unfolded in a flash left Lu Zhiyuan even more dumbfounded. First, the door was kicked open, then several canisters were thrown in, and after a cloud of smoke, all the kidnappers were knocked to the ground. The problem was, he didn't recognize these simply dressed, expressionless saviors at all.

He couldn't figure out what these people had to do with him, or even if they were there to rescue him.

Until a familiar voice rang out from the smoke, Lu Zhiyuan's heart, which had been hanging in suspense since his kidnapping, finally settled down.

"Mr. Lu, are you alright?"

In this dimly lit basement, the only thing that used to belong to Yu Qiushan was the exhaust fan, which was still working normally. As the smoke was slowly drawn away, a person walked out of the smoke step by step, and said in a familiar Northeastern accent, "Looks like I arrived just in time."

0:10 Dongdu Aimin Hospital Lu Zhiyuan sat in the emergency room with a bandage wrapped around his head. A series of hurried footsteps echoed in the corridor, and two girls burst in. Upon seeing Lu Zhiyuan, they threw themselves into his arms and burst into tears, their tears flowing like countless pearls.

A few days later, Lu Zhiyuan lay on the large bed in his bedroom, a beautiful woman straddling him naked, her two full, beautiful legs bent at his sides, the flesh of her thighs as smooth and glistening as mutton fat.

The beauty's lower body pressed tightly against his lower abdomen, their pubic hair sticking together, the black hair curling and intertwining.

Her slender waist swayed rhythmically with her hips, her smooth abdomen rising and falling like waves. Beads of sweat, the size of rice grains, slid down her abdomen with her movements, accumulating in her small navel, glistening slightly in the sunlight.

The man's hands gripped the beauty's concave waistline, he thrust his lower body, controlling the rhythm of her swaying, making himself even more comfortable.

Lu Zhiyuan could clearly feel his penis being tightly gripped inside her vagina, the dense, soft flesh enveloping his member in rings. It was not only warm, but during the manipulation, he could feel the dense vaginal muscles writhing, like a small mouth tightly sucking on his shaft.

But inside this warm, fleshy sheath, besides the soft, comfortable touch, there were occasional sharp stings, as if something hard was protruding inside.

How strange, how could there be something hard inside a woman? Lu Zhiyuan wondered.

He looked up at the woman on top of him; her long black hair danced in front of and behind her as she swayed, the jet-black strands brushing against her snow-white breasts and shoulders, the stark contrast of black and white creating a striking visual effect.

His gaze swept over her delicate collarbone and neck, and a familiar face appeared before him.

Xin Jie?

Ugh! It hurts! Before he could figure out what was happening, a sharp pain shot through his lower body; something had pierced his erect penis. Lu Zhiyuan jolted awake.

The morning light streamed in through the window, illuminating the large bed in the bedroom. The sounds of insects and birds chirped outside, but these melodious sounds went unnoticed by the man. Upon waking, his first glance fell on his genitals. Had a venomous snake crawled onto his bed?

To his amusement and dismay, there was no snake on the bed, but rather a small, beautiful snake. His

youngest daughter, Lu Siyu, was kneeling beside him, taking his large penis into her mouth and vigorously stroking it up and down.

It was just a dream, Lu Zhiyuan realized. As if sensing her father's awakening, little Siyu opened her bright eyes, her long eyelashes fluttering with each movement.

Seeing her father watching her, whether from excitement or shyness, the girl's cheeks turned pink, but her mouth movements became even more exaggerated.

The man felt his penis, deeply engulfed by his daughter, almost reaching her throat. The glans was pressed against the entrance of her throat, creating the illusion of being squeezed into her tender flower path. The urethral opening occasionally bumped against the girl's hot mucous membrane, a tingling and itchy sensation.

The visual stimulation was even more intense. Before his eyes, a sixteen-year-old girl was holding his dark penis between her pink lips, her cheeks sunken as she sucked diligently, his penis moving in and out of her tender mouth.

His gaze met Siyu's as she looked up, her bright eyes blinking twice, her eyes filled with a playful smile.

Although she wasn't very skilled yet, and her teeth occasionally brushed against his penis,

this scene was enough to make Lu Zhiyuan's penis, which had shrunk slightly due to the nightmare, instantly become erect again. Any man, woken up early in the morning by such a pure and lovely girl with such a sensual morning call, would probably find it hard to go limp.

Moreover, for Lu Zhiyuan, this beautiful girl was his youngest daughter, and this forbidden relationship intensified the stimulation.

"Mmm..."

Father's penis suddenly swelled up again, thrusting into Siyu's unprepared throat. Siyu let out a painful moan, but the girl stubbornly refused to spit out what was in her mouth. Instead, she frowned and swallowed even harder, pushing the large penis even deeper.

The fully swollen glans was squeezed into the even narrower flesh, and the mushroom-shaped head, which was originally full of blood, was suddenly squeezed and tightened, causing the blood to flow back, making Lu Zhiyuan feel so good that he almost groaned.

For this pleasurable feeling, he involuntarily began to thrust his hips, wanting more of this pleasurable feeling.

But this movement made Xiao Siyu even more uncomfortable. The huge glans had already hit the back of her throat, and the feeling of being unable to swallow or spit it out was stuck in her throat, making her want to vomit.

Even so, the girl still held on, her cute brows tightly furrowed, her mouth still moving up and down, constantly making...plop...plop... sounds.

Her little nose flared as she breathed heavily, the exhaled air causing the pubic hair on the tip of her nose to tremble.

Her petite body moved forward little by little, her pert little bottom sticking out higher and higher, the beautiful contours of her buttocks clearly visible through the fabric of her nightgown.

The girl sucked harder and harder, her nimble little tongue constantly licking the shaft, saliva wetting the man's genitals with each soft squelch.

Lu Zhiyuan felt his penis almost burning from his little daughter's touch, waves of tingling sensations growing stronger. He involuntarily tensed his muscles, preparing to ejaculate his first semen of the morning into his little daughter's pure mouth.

Just as his swollen penis began to throb, about to erupt, Siyu suddenly spat out the entire penis, biting hard on the engorged glans with her little sharp teeth…

hiss… Lu Zhiyuan involuntarily gasped, his eyes widening as he stared at little Siyu in bewilderment.

The culprit then lightly jumped off the bed, made a face, and said, "Daddy, I've heard that when a man's penis is hard, he remembers the woman, and when it's soft, he forgets her immediately. You have to remember me well, okay?" She

then winked mischievously, twirled on her toes, and skipped to the door with dance-like steps. Noticing

the man's gaze was still fixed on her, Siyu boldly met his eyes, then blushed and slowly pulled up her nightgown with her little hands. The hem of the skirt rose little by little until it reached her waist, and Lu Zhiyuan then noticed that his little daughter's smooth, round bottom was completely uncovered, and through her slightly parted legs, he could vaguely see glistening moisture.

Seeing that her father's gaze was completely captivated by her, Siyu's pink lips curved into a wide smile. She gave him a small, flirtatious wink, which she had somehow learned, and ran out.

Leaving Lu Zhiyuan sitting on the bed, looking both amused and exasperated.

Lu Zhiyuan, wearing brown pajamas, stood in front of the glass dining table, placing plates of poached eggs, salad, jam, and toast on it.

Diagonally opposite him, a high-definition program was playing on the living room's LCD TV.

The screen showed the turbulent Yangtze River and the steep cliffs on both sides, while a loud male voice narrated from the speakers, "...The Three Gorges of the Yangtze River is one of the world's great canyons, renowned at home and abroad for its magnificent natural scenery. It stretches from Baidi City in Fengjie County, Sichuan Province in the west to Nanjin Pass in Yichang, Hubei Province in the east, and is the collective name for Qutang Gorge, Xiling Gorge, and Wu Gorge.

The Three Gorges are 204 kilometers long, with sheer cliffs on both sides, rapids and gorges interspersed throughout the river, and a swift current. The great Tang Dynasty poet Li Bai passed through here and left behind the beautiful lines: 'Departing from Baidi City amidst the colorful clouds of dawn, I return to Jiangling a thousand miles away in a single day; the cries of monkeys on both banks never cease, my light boat has already passed countless mountains…'"

"Good morning, Dad."

Just as he was busy at the dining table, he heard a melodious voice calling his name. Looking

up, he saw his eldest daughter, Lu Siyun, walking towards him. She wore a thin cotton nightgown, her long, black hair simply clipped back, a few strands falling down revealing her natural charm.

Her hair still held glistening water droplets, and her beautiful face was smooth and rosy, as if still carrying the warmth of the water.

Lu Zhiyuan saw his eldest daughter's alluring beauty, yet a sense of déjà vu arose within him. Before he could figure it out, a clear voice echoed in his ears.

"Dad, Sister, good morning." "

With the sound, the girl in the moon-white shirt jumped down from the corner of the second-floor stairs, gripping the handrail with both hands. Like a fledgling swallow, she leaped lightly into the air, and then her smooth little feet landed firmly on the floor.

In the instant she took off, a glimpse of pink fabric and half of her fair buttocks flashed beneath her flowing light blue skirt, involuntarily reminding Lu Zhiyuan of the pert, bare buttocks he had seen just a dozen minutes ago.

Seeing Siyun's full breasts about to burst forth under her thin nightgown, Lu Zhiyuan felt his recently subsided lust reignite.

"Siyu, come and eat breakfast quickly. There's your favorite salad today."

The man ignored his throbbing member and tried to keep his tone calm.

"No, Dad, I have a dance exam today. I have to go right now."

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

"Then you should have told me earlier. Dad will take you."

Lu Zhiyuan pretended to go upstairs to change his clothes. "

No need, Dad, the bus is fast."

After saying that, Siyu gave the man's crotch a meaningful look, made a playful face, and said, "Dad, you and my sister enjoy your sweet time together, I'm leaving as a third wheel."

"That Siyu."

Watching her sister leave, Siyu walked to her father's side and gently scolded him.

Looking at his gentle eldest daughter, Lu Zhiyuan couldn't help but pull her into his arms. Holding her, his breath was filled with the girl's post-bath fragrance.

The loose nightgown revealed the fair neck of the university's beauty queen, and the warm, fragrant skin made the man unable to resist kissing it, leaving his own marks on it.

"Mmm, Dad..."

His daughter's soft voice was a mix of protest and agreement. Lu Zhiyuan kissed his way up her neck to her smooth face, savoring the delicate skin with his lips, feeling its exquisite texture.

Unconsciously, the desire he hadn't released earlier rekindled, and his penis, teased by his daughter, rose again with even greater speed.

He pried open his daughter's lips, slipping his tongue into her mouth, teasing her small, tender tongue.

He wrapped one arm around Siyun's waist, while the other reached down, caressing her smooth thigh.

On his palm, a familiar... The elasticity and silkiness of the fabric fueled Lu Zhiyuan's desire even more fiercely. He stirred Siyun's shy clitoris with his tongue, penetrating deeper into the girl's mouth and saliva.

His large hands below were not idle either, moving upwards, kneading and invading along the delicate inner thighs, causing the girl's legs to tremble, almost unable to support her body.

Just as his palm continued to move upwards, touching his daughter's thin panties, what he grasped was not the tender labia, nor the moist, soft slit of the labia, but a soft yet firm sensation.

This is...this is...this is the edge of a cotton sanitary napkin...

"Oh..."

A muffled groan of defeat escaped Lu Zhiyuan's throat, and he heard his daughter's shy giggles in his ear, "Hehe, Daddy, I'm going to change my clothes too. I have an exam today, so I need to get to school early."

"Ah? You're not going to eat?"

"I'm sorry, Daddy."

"Alright, alright. It's okay, hurry up and go, drive carefully."

After seeing his two daughters off, Lu Zhiyuan looked at the breakfast spread on the table. His

mind drifted back to Siyun's crescent-shaped eyes, her smiling gaze subtly revealing a hint of coquettish charm. Compared to her shy and timid demeanor a dozen days ago, she now exuded a captivating allure.

That look... it reminded him of Xinjie. Although more than half a month had passed, the thought of his wife lying in the hospital still caused Lu Zhiyuan a pang of inexplicable unease.

He suddenly understood why he had felt a sense of déjà vu since waking up that morning.

Yes, it was the morning Xinjie returned from the movie premiere, the same morning routine, breakfast, and laughter. The same warmth, the same beauty.

Thinking of this, Lu Zhiyuan leaned back in his chair, his lust slowly subsiding. His eyes wandered across the room, quietly savoring this morning that was just like the ones in his memories.

Just then, the magnetic voice of a male narrator came from the television, “…There used to be a huge, incredibly dangerous reef in the Kongling Gorge. Ships passing by had to sail straight towards it, using the force of the current to safely glide past; trying to avoid it would only result in being rammed and sunk.”

“So the old boatmen of the Three Gorges hired stonemasons to carve the three large characters ‘To Me’ on it, to warn people that only by facing danger head-on can one overcome it…”

Watching the surging river and the boats rushing against the waves on the screen, Lu Zhiyuan suddenly felt that his life was like this small boat, navigating the treacherous waters of the Three Gorges in the past ten days.

He sincerely hoped that the days to come would be like a light boat having already passed ten thousand mountains, a smooth and beautiful journey, allowing him and his two daughters to live happily ever after in this peaceful home.

Indeed: "Crossing the treacherous Three Gorges, startled by the river; navigating the turbulent gorge, uneasy indeed. Fortunately, I finally found companionship at Wushan; amidst the falling clouds and rain, I finally reached the heavens..."

(The End)

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