"Aunt iqing."
Shen Fanyun greeted Lin iqing with a smile.
Lin iqing asked, "Are you busy today?"
"So-so." As a drifter, Shen Fanyun hardly knew what being busy felt like. Lately, his life consisted of eating, sleeping, and flitting between various won.
This isn’t good. A respectable man shouldn’t be content to revel in the tender company of won all day, lost to the world. But won are just so soft and fragrant!
Lin iqing seed hesitant. She paused with her phone in hand before finally extending an invitation. "I’m off today. Do you want to co over for a al?"
Off again? It feels like Lin iqing has been taking a lot of days off recently.
"Okay." Shen Fanyun didn’t give it much thought. Since Aunt iqing had personally invited him, it would be too disrespectful to refuse.
After leaving the mall, Shen Fanyun hailed a cab.
The taxi driver was a talkative older man, listening to the radio and muttering to himself. Every now and then, the words "Hong Family" would pop out of his mouth.
The Hong Family?
Shen Fanyun raised an eyebrow. He recalled how, not long ago, Hong Danggui had tried to enslave him. The entire Hong Family had acted so high and mighty, as if everyone they t ought to flatter and fawn over them. Hong Danggui, in particular, had acted as if making him her servant was so great honor she was bestowing upon him. In the end, Shen Fanyun had firmly slapped her twice, forcing her to recognize reality and stop being an ignorant frog in a well. He had also given the Hong Family a warning.
And now, listening to this driver, so distinguished descendant of the Hong Family has returned to Hangcheng City? It’s causing quite a stir, too. A group of prominent local figures are apparently planning to host a welco banquet for this person?
Hong Tianzhao? Shen Fanyun silently repeated the na.
Given the Hong Family’s pride, and how I nearly caused them to lose face... a family like that won’t let things go easily. They aren’t coming for , are they?
This was the first Shen Fanyun had heard of a Hong Family descendant who had been in the Capital City for years, having already beco a major figure—the kind who could make the city tremble with a single stomp of his foot.
I haven’t heard of this person before. Shen Fanyun touched his lips. He knew a few people in the Capital City with that kind of incredible influence, like one of his subordinates, Shen Junhuan. This subordinate, known by the moniker Nine-patterned Dragon, was a brave and valiant presence who had made a na for himself in the Capital City for years, an undisputed man of influence. Beyond him, there were a few other old, established families, like the Lin Family and the Shen Family.
A big shot with the surna Hong? I’ve never heard of him. Could I have overlooked soone? No, that’s not likely.
"Years ago, the Hong Family were the local tyrants of Hangcheng City," the driver said. "They were domineering and unscrupulous, stopping at nothing for profit. Their dark history is so extensive it’s impossible to record it all."
"Luckily, the heavens have eyes. The Hong Family finally got what they deserved. Heh, they stumbled and fell from their lofty perch."
The Hong Family had a terrible reputation and was disliked by the locals. Word was that when they were first starting out, they owned a very famous brothel called the Picking Flowers Pavilion. As for what kind of business it did, the na said it all.
"They ruined so many girls back in those years... it’s a tragic story," the driver said, shaking his head with a pained expression.
"Do you know how tyrannical they were? They scoured the city for young won. If they found a pretty girl with no powerful family background, they’d just show up at her door and take her away."
Shen Fanyun raised his eyebrows. "Isn’t that coercion?"
"It was more than coercion," the driver continued. "You either complied with their ’arrangents’ and went to work at the Picking Flowers Pavilion, or you’d find there was no way to survive in Hangcheng City.
"Of course, so people fought back. I an, who could just stand by and watch their own daughter get thrown into a pit of fire like that? But without exception, anyone who resisted ended up with their family broken and ruined."
Shen Fanyun had originally thought the Hong Family’s bad reputation was rely due to their domineering and unreasonable behavior. Now, it seed this so-called family had reached a level of utter depravity.
"The Picking Flowers Pavilion is still in operation today," the driver stated. "It’s just that the Hong Family is more low-key now. After all, a tall tree attracts the wind. If they really caused a huge public outcry, they’d have to deal with the pressure, so they’ve restrained themselves a bit."
By the ti they arrived at his destination, Shen Fanyun was still pondering the matter. He might not be a saint or a goody-two-shoes, but the depravity of the Hong Family still disgusted him.
Picking Flowers Pavilion? Shen Fanyun decided he would find ti to have Zhan Feng investigate. If the place was truly engaged in the kind of sordid, underhanded business the driver described, he wouldn’t be opposed to giving Hangcheng City a thorough spring cleaning.
"Xiao Shen, you’re here."
Today, Lin iqing was dressed comfortably in a pair of coffee-colored nylon shorts and a white, round-collared T-shirt. Her hair was tied up carelessly, lending her a look of lazy beauty amidst the slight disarray.
Lin iqing had prepared a lavish spread for lunch, but unfortunately, Shen Fanyun had already eaten and wasn’t hungry. A rare bottle of red wine, two wine glasses, and a pair of red candles were also set on the table.
This old auntie really knows how to set a mood. Is she planning an unforgettable candlelight dinner with ?
"I still have one more dish to prepare," Lin iqing said as she cracked an egg.
Shen Fanyun walked into the kitchen and wrapped his arms around her from behind.
Lin iqing offered a tranquil smile, her voice as sweet and gentle as ever. "Move aside for a mont," she said unhurriedly. "Don’t bother while I’m cooking."
"Hmm?"
The next second, Lin iqing let out a muffled groan. While her words told him not to ss around, her body instinctively arched back into his embrace, enjoying the sensation as his large hands gently covered her impressive curves.
"Auntie, you’re dressed so lightly today," Shen Fanyun remarked, yanking the nylon drawstring on her shorts loose. No longer secured, the shorts imdiately fell to her ankles.
Today, Lin iqing was wearing a pair of snug, white panties. With a light touch, Shen Fanyun was able to see a tantalizing glimpse of the dark shadow beneath.
"In such a hurry, are we?" Lin iqing murmured, pressing against him. Her own right hand began an equally mischievous exploration, her touch deft and deliberately chosen to ignite a spark.
"Mhm," Shen Fanyun grunted in response.
Resigned, Lin iqing turned off the stove. By the ti she finished washing her hands, an impatient Shen Fanyun had already swept the still-charming woman into his arms and was heading for the bedroom.
After their last encounter, a baptism of alternating roughness and tenderness from Shen Fanyun, Lin iqing had finally beco a complete woman. At the sa ti, it was as if she had opened Pandora’s box, allowing the desires she had repressed for so long to grow wild and untad.
Lying back on the soft bed, Lin iqing hooked an arm around Shen Fanyun’s neck. With a firm tug, she pulled him down to her. "Kiss ... kiss here!"
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