He Jingwen's driving skills were pretty good. A trip that usually took over two hours only took an hour and a half today. By the time they reached the town, it was getting dark, and plenty of people were out strolling the streets to catch a cool breeze.
Liuhe Township might be poor, but the environment was great. A small river flowed just past the streets, its clear green water running all year round. You could even see quite a few folks washing their rice and vegetables in it. With a cool, refreshing breeze and zero pollution, the mountain wind that blew in after sunset was incredibly comfortable.
"Come on, let's go eat first. I'll take you to where you're staying after we eat," He Jingwen stretched lazily and smiled at Long Gen.
Long Gen nodded, acting like he didn't care either way.
In his mind, he was thinking: I'm on your turf now, so you handle the arrangements. Just make sure you serve me well tonight. You don't need to roll out the red carpet, just give me a good, comfortable fuck and we'll be golden!
Having learned her lesson last time, He Jingwen didn't dare take Long Gen to the Roast Rooster restaurant again. What kind of customers went there anyway? Absolutely no class. They'd grope people right in the middle of a meal. Doing that in a private room was one thing, but pulling that shit in the main dining hall? How was anyone else supposed to have an appetite?
After dinner, He Jingwen drove to the entrance of a residential compound. She parked the car, grabbed her keys, and said to Long Gen, "Let's go, it's in here."
Long Gen frowned and looked at her. This wasn't a hotel or an inn. Could this be her home?
"Uh, well... How about we come back another day? I'm coming empty-handed, didn't even bring anything for your parents. That's not really proper, is it?" Long Gen muttered, acting all bashful.
Meeting the parents wasn't a big deal. After all, he had already fucked their daughter inside and out multiple times; they were intimately acquainted. It was just that, first, he wasn't mentally prepared, and second, he really hadn't brought any gifts, making it awkward to walk through their door.
City folks cared about this stuff. What kind of prospective son-in-law shows up to meet the parents for the first time without carrying anything? Wouldn't that be a massive loss of face?
"What? Meet my parents?" He Jingwen burst out laughing when she heard that. "Hahaha, you little bastard, keep dreaming! What, do you want to marry me so you can fuck me every single day? Hmph, in your dreams!"
Rolling her eyes with a smirk on her lips, He Jingwen strutted ahead, her firm ass shaking as she walked.
"Then... whose house is this? I didn't see you make any calls to arrange anything. Don't tell me you set this up in advance," Long Gen asked as he caught up to her.
"It's my place. I bought it when I started working in Liuhe Township. I don't live here much; usually, I just make do at the staff dorms. I rarely come here. Let's go take a look," He Jingwen said softly, a flash of sorrow passing through her eyes.
She had originally intended for this place to be a cozy love nest for her and her man when he came on business trips or visited her. But they ended up getting divorced before that man ever stayed a single night.
Thinking about it, rather than renting a place, she might as well bring Long Gen here. She was already his woman anyway. If she was willing to give him her money, why couldn't she let him stay in her house?
"Oh, I see," Long Gen nodded, feeling a wave of relief.
With the anxiety of meeting the parents gone, his lust flared right back up. His eyes locked onto the young women and wives walking back and forth, staring so hard his eyeballs nearly popped out.
It was late at night, but these women didn't bother wearing much. Nightgowns and miniskirts were out in full force. Their pale, bare thighs were exposed to the air, giving off faint, fragrant scents. The white expanse of their cleavage jiggled and bounced with every step. The thing in his crotch shamelessly hardened, pitching a stiff tent in his pants.
"What are you staring at, you little bastard?" He Jingwen rolled her eyes, glaring at Long Gen as she stomped her foot in mock anger.
This little son of a bitch had ruined who knows how many respectable women. Husbands had even shown up at his door to make a scene, and here he was, ogling other people's wives again. Sure, those women were pretty, but how many could one guy realistically fuck anyway?
"Listen to you. If they dress like that, aren't they asking to be looked at? What's wrong with looking? Why don't you complain to the people making and wearing the clothes? Dressing so slutty on purpose—isn't it just for people to stare at?" Long Gen shot back. He continued to shamelessly leer at them, making zero effort to hide it.
His stare was intense, almost like he was raping them with his eyes, itching to rush over and jam his big rod right into them!
You had to admit, city women really knew what they were doing; the way they dressed was a whole science. At first glance, a lot of the two mounds on their chests were exposed, bouncing wildly, but no matter how hard you looked, you couldn't see the cherry-red nips. You could only see two little peaks poking against the fabric, jiggling around, making a man's heart itch with an unbearable, scratching urge.
The daisy-duke shorts and miniskirts were even more seductive.
They tightly wrapped around those plump, round ass cheeks, twisting up and down with every step. You got a full view of those pale, fleshy thighs, and could sometimes even catch a glimpse of what color panties they were wearing. But they specifically hid the entrance to their peach-blossom caves, making you want to run up, rip those pants off, and see exactly what the hell was hiding inside.
"Hehe, city women, your daddy is here," Long Gen stroked his chin, reluctantly pulling his eyes away to follow He Jingwen upstairs.
Golden third floor, silver fourth floor—with He Jingwen's wealth and style, she naturally lived on the prime third floor. It directly faced the courtyard, offering a view of the whole compound. The warm-toned decor subtly gave off a sensual, intimate vibe.
"Fucking bourgeoisie, how do you live so well? Compared to you, my rundown place in the village is like a thatched hut, worse than a pigsty... Mmm, so comfortable... so soft, just like your tits." He plopped his ass onto the sofa, pressing his hands into the cushions. He waved at He Jingwen, looking exactly like a john calling a hooker over at a brothel.
"Come here, come here, let me cop a feel."
"Piss off!"
He Jingwen glared at Long Gen, spat lightly in disdain, grabbed her clothes, and went into the bathroom. Having stayed in the countryside for days without a proper bath, she naturally wanted to wash off all the exhaustion now that she was home.
"Hehe," Long Gen didn't mind. He looked around. Taking a shower was good; it'd make the fucking feel cleaner. These days, having fucked so many women, his big dick was getting picky.
Looking left and right, the apartment wasn't huge—a one-bedroom. But it was luxuriously furnished, no different from a five-star hotel. The TV was as big as a village movie screen, and incredibly thin.
The bed in the bedroom was even bigger. It was round and covered in gorgeous purple silk. He ran a hand over it—cool and silky smooth. Fucking on this was definitely going to feel amazing.
"Oh, right, I should give Auntie a call." After wandering around for a bit, Long Gen finally remembered to call Shen Lijuan.
"Auntie, don't worry. I'll register my name tomorrow, get familiar with the environment, and I'll be back first thing the morning after. I'll come back and fuck you all properly."
"By the way, wash that big straw mat in the house clean. Lay it on the floor and put plenty of extra straw under it."
"What for? Do you even have to ask? To make a giant bed! Look, it's not easy for me to make a trip back now. I'll gather everyone together and fuck you all at once. Otherwise, it's too much of a hassle, running from one house to another. Wouldn't it be better for everyone to lay together and get fucked? Yeah, it's settled. Handle it on your end."
"Oh, and if you really miss my big dick, I left two electric boyfriends for you in the cabinet. They work like a charm... alright, hanging up now..."
Smack, he hung up the phone, chuckling wickedly. Just thinking about going home and seeing several women lined up on their hands and knees, sticking their asses up for him to fuck—how triumphant would that feel! The lump in his crotch violently thrust up against his pants.
Heh, I am gonna make all those impotent, useless bastards die of jealousy... Fuck yeah...
Beep... beep... beep beep beep... An urgent phone ringing broke the silence, and Long Gen turned around.
It was He Jingwen's landline. Hearing the water still splashing in the bathroom, he picked it up without thinking.
"Jingwen, I'm sorry, let's remarry. I was wrong, I was truly wrong. I don't love her, you know that. In my heart, you're always the most important. Jingwen, I love you, let's get remarried. I was really wrong..." The person on the other end didn't even ask who was on the line, just rattled off a whole speech.
Long Gen dug some wax out of his ear and instantly understood.
Wasn't this He Jingwen's fucking ex-husband? Fuck me, divorcing and then coming back to remarry, does he think he's a kid playing house in the mud?
No way. He Jingwen is my woman now. If you want to remarry her, then you're my enemy! I need to think of a way to absolutely ruin this prick!
"Hello? Who the hell is this? Who's Jingwen? Who's remarrying you?" Long Gen held the phone and squawked aggressively.
"Huh? Who... who are you?"
The voice on the phone was clearly shocked and startled. Had he just poured his sincere heart out to a total stranger? And a man at that? A man in He Jingwen's apartment?
"Who are you? Why are you in Jingwen's apartment?" Li Liang's heart sank. This guy couldn't be He Jingwen's new lover, could he? Then wouldn't his hopes of remarriage be totally screwed?
"Well, who the fuck are you? I don't know whose house this used to be, but it's my house now. I just bought it a couple days ago, what of it?" Long Gen crossed his legs, calling himself Laozi [I, your daddy] with every breath, completely devoid of any manners.
If he was going to screw this guy over, he had to trick him into coming here. At the very least, he needed to beat the shit out of him to vent his annoyance.
"Oh, right, the previous owner of this place was named He Jingwen. Are you looking for her? Listening to your tone, did you two have a lovers' spat and get a divorce?" Long Gen softened his tone slightly, playing dumb.
Li Liang had been just about to hang up, but hearing this, his heart leaped with hope.
"Yes, my wife is He Jingwen! Do you know where she is? Do you have her contact info?"
Piss off! Your wife? You're fucking divorced, how is she still your wife? That's my woman! When did she become your wife, motherfucker!
He cursed internally, but out loud he said:
"Seeing as you're so sincere, come over tomorrow and I'll take you to find her. Sigh, even if I gave you her number, she wouldn't give a shit about you. Otherwise, you wouldn't be calling this old number. Alright, that's that. If you want to find your woman, come over tomorrow night. I'll be waiting for you at home."
With that, Long Gen hung up the phone.
He leaned back on the sofa, frowned in thought, and muttered to himself.
"According to He Jingwen, this trash of a man also works for the government, so he definitely has some serious backing. If I'm gonna mess with him, I have to completely crush him into submission, make him kneel the second he sees me. Otherwise, it'll be a never-ending headache! Hmm, what should I do?"
Long Gen smacked his own head, pacing back and forth, but couldn't come up with a good plan.
Creak, the bathroom door opened.
"Little Long, go take a shower. I've got the hot water running for you..."
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