Zhao An and Bai Qingyang got out of the car together, chatting and laughing. Anyone who didn't know better would think they had a very good relationship. In fact, they were very close; they'd even slept in the sa bed. How could things not be good?
Bai Qingyang slept next to him, while Zhao An was having sex with his wife. Wen Lian, being pleasured and violated, beca increasingly alluring, her clothes becoming more and more sexy, her face radiating a strong sense of lust—all thanks to Zhao An.
"Why aren't you interested in money?" Bai Qingyang asked as they walked, genuinely finding it strange. These past few days, he'd watched Zhao An violate his wife while chatting with him, showing no anger whatsoever, but rather intense excitent.
"I told you, I'm more interested in won, not money. As I said, those in basic industries are guaranteed to break even. Besides, money is easy to make overseas too. Finding another way to make money is much better than focusing solely on the dostic market." Zhao An knew very well that there were many ways to make money, but people are ambitious, and the greater the ambition, the more money they need to earn—never satisfied.
"Haha, then stay at the family ho for a few more days," Bai Qingyang laughed. He actually wanted to watch his wife and Zhao An's intercourse more; the combination of this NTR experience and the psychological impact was just too exhilarating. He couldn't understand what it felt like to be with a NTR person before, but now he was starting to like it, and even loved it.
"No, I'll co back another ti. I'm taking my sister-in-law away first, and she'll co back in a month or two," Zhao An said softly, his eyes filled with excitent.
"What are you going to do?" Bai Qingyang hadn't thought of it yet, still a little curious. He really didn't care at all about being cuckolded.
"I'm taking Wen Lian back to breed with. A month or two should be enough. Then she'll co back to nurture the pregnancy," Zhao An lewdly grinned. This adultery wasn't enough; he was going to get another man's wife pregnant! This kind of behavior was downright bandit-like, even worse than a bandit!
Bai Qingyang felt a surge of heat rush from his feet to his head, his brain going numb. He felt a mixture of indignation and anticipation. His voice trembled, and even his penis beca hard with excitent. "Do you know the consequences?"
"Don't worry, we're good brothers. You do your thing, I'll do mine. I'm not interested in money. When we swallow up the other families' businesses, you'll still have plenty to do. You don't have ti to take care of your wife? Then let do it for you. What do you say?" Zhao An was cunning; he knew Bai Qingyang's inner thoughts and what he was thinking, so he could continue to entice him.
"The child will take your wife's surna. I'll bring her back around soon. You don't need to worry about that."
"Okay, that's settled then." Bai Qingyang took a deep breath, his expression incredibly excited.
Zhao An was in a good mood. He genuinely liked Wen Lian; this married woman held a fatal attraction for him. It was Qian Yuling before, but now Qian Yuling was pregnant and rarely had sex, so it was perfectly normal for him to fall for soone else. In the hotel's private room, the Lin family mbers were already seated. Lin Dongsheng's expression was extrely unpleasant. No one would be happy to have their daughter used as a bargaining chip, even though he had always considered her rely a tool—a tool for a political marriage. But whether there was affection or not was irrelevant; what mattered was that his daughter had defied him, and that was what angered him most.
He already had a falling out with Zhao An, and now Zhao An had even slept with his daughter—it was simply outrageous.
Besides Old Master Lin, so retired mbers of the Southwest Chamber of Comrce were also present. Although they were no longer in charge, no one dared to underestimate their influence.
Zhao An entered the room and saw Xu Chun sitting there like a well-behaved child, not daring to move. He imdiately saw through the pretense. What was with the act of innocence? It was clearly just for show.
Zhao An pulled out a chair, lit a cigarette, and exhaled a smoke ring. "Speak," he said, "I don't have ti to waste with you."
Seated in the main seat was Old Master Lin, not Lin Dongsheng's father, but his second uncle. Old Master Lin had recently passed away, before Zhao An went to see Old Madam Lin.
"Zhao An, you are now a mber of the Bai family, a representative of the new generation. I'm happy that we have such a genius among us. Doing business has always been an art. It's not about being ruthless, but about understanding human relationships. If you don't cultivate these relationships, you'll regret it," Uncle Lin said with a smile, a smiling tiger in disguise.
Zhao An nonchalantly smoked his cigarette. "You asked to co today, I'm giving you face. My presence here is a huge favor. If you want to act like an old man in front of , sorry, I don't buy it. Tis have changed, old man, do you really think your old tricks still work?"
Zhao An's trump card was that he wasn't afraid of being targeted. So things can't be solved by targeting. He had contributed so much technology; unless it was murder or arson, he had nothing to fear. A censorship? That's laughable. In the internet age, still trying to play those gas?
These words made Uncle Lin's expression change, his aged beard twitching. A robust old man next to him slamd his hand on the table. "Zhao An, you can't be so presumptuous today. Hand them over, or I'll ruin your reputation! Abducting won, and you still think you're right?"
"Who are you?" Zhao An glanced at the man and sneered.
"That's the Qin family patriarch, and Yan Ailing is his daughter-in-law," Bai Qingyang explained with a chuckle, seemingly enjoying the spectacle. It seed he'd discovered a secret about Zhao An: his penchant for toying with other n's wives. His sister was definitely having an affair with him; otherwise, she couldn't have managed to seduce Zhao An and obtain the drug patent.
His sister, Bai Qiuqin, had announced her wedding next month with her so-called university classmates. But sothing felt off. Bai Qingyang couldn't be bothered. For him, as long as his sister helped him, he wouldn't concern himself with her private affairs, nor would he pry.
Not everyone would want to use their sister for personal gain; Bai Qingyang certainly didn't, and disdained to do so.
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