However, Liu Zhizhong rembered what Lu Yuqing had said, that Ma Xudong's recent quest for a promotion in the Provincial City was going fairly well!
Ma Xudong's family life was peaceful, his public affairs were outstanding, and his future looked promising. How could he possibly crash and burn?
Yet, Liu Zhizhong felt a sense of alarm and thought it really necessary to report Zhang Hongyang's words to Ma Xudong.
Among the younger generation of the Zhang Family mbers, Zhang Hongyang, a forceful character, tended to hear insider news earlier than anyone else.
If Ma Xudong did indeed have a fall from grace—damn it!
The consequences would be too dreadful to contemplate; my whole life would be hopeless, truly reduced to being soone's lapdog!
Determined, Liu Zhizhong stubbed out his cigarette butt and headed to Villa 8, where he was being entertained.
Tianrun Villa, with privacy in mind for its guests, operated as such.
Ordinary banquets offered superior service in a grand hall or lobby.
But even classier were the sixteen intricately arranged separate villas.
These villas had no mutual connections, each with its own yard, its own security, and its own underground food transport passages. To ensure guests' secrecy, you can enter through the main gate, then go downstairs to the basent, park in the underground parking area unique to each villa, where staff greet and take care of your car. Then you'll take the elevator up into the villa—nobody knows you've been here.
Of course, sotis the dishes served are actual food, but other tis the "dishes" are beautiful won!
Zhang Qixiang knows how to do business; she's aware that among the high-ranking male officials who visit, there isn't one who doesn't fancy beautiful won. As a result, Tianrun Villa offers unmatched services with a variety of beautiful won.
The won working here are all required to be college graduates, so still undergraduates. Places like Yangzhou Normal College are pri sources of such beauties.
Of course, for guests with special fetishes, whatever they crave, Zhang Qixiang can provide—from soone else's wife, mother-daughter pairs, nurses, teachers, office ladies, to Western won, even those with preferences for slting copper or iron—if you know what I an... hehe...
In short, Tianrun Villa is synonymous with elite venues in Yangzhou, claiming to satisfy every human desire...
Liu Zhizhong had only been here for als and to suffer humiliation. As for playing, forget it—he couldn't afford it, nor did anyone invite him to, and he disdained the idea.
Today, he was rightfully parking in the large parking lot. Zhang Hong had specified in the notice not to use the underground parking and instructed him to listen because Brother Hongyang would be there to greet him.
Evidently, Zhang Hongyang's welco was hostile, laden with oppression and destructive power.
Zhang Hongyang had been in the courtyard of Villa 8 for a while before Liu Zhizhong, calming himself, finally arrived at the doorstep.
The two security guards at the front gates respectfully pulled the doors open. As Liu Zhizhong was about to step inside, a voice stopped him.
"Liu Gouzhong, co here, your sister has sothing to say to you!"
Liu Zhizhong silently cursed, then turned around.
It was indeed Zhang Qixiang—the old virgin!
There she was, leaning over the white marble railing on the second floor next to Villa 8, her breasts pressed against the railing creating enticing lines.
With her icy and pretty face, complented by her top-of-the-range Glasses, her hair neatly bundled with a few strands framing her face, she cut the image of a top-tier female executive.
Undeniably, Zhang Hong had a certain Handso look about him, but it was cold.
His sister, however, was truly beautiful, exuding a natural, limitless arrogance.
She wore a sleeveless white blouse with a low V-neck, a tight-fitting black silk skirt, a slim waist like a willow, and had a stunning figure.
Looking up, Liu Zhizhong saw her—she didn't look 31, but perhaps 23 or 24?
Yet seeing her haughty expression, Liu Zhizhong wished he could fly up to the second floor, tear off her smart professional attire, and give her a wild sorting out until she cried out.
After all, his forr wife had actually been conned away by this wretched woman, making Liu Zhizhong lose face and endure endless humiliation.
But at that mont, Zhang Qixiang gave a cold smile, gestured for him to co closer with her finger, then turned and disappeared from the balustrade of the second floor.
That turn of her body, the swaying of her willowy waist, the captivating sway of her rounded behind, intensified Liu Zhizhong's desire for revenge. The thought of giving her a few shots from behind had to be exhilarating, right?
There was no helping it—the Zhang Family mbers bullied the weak. Even the Secretary of Municipal Committee had to obediently go over and listen to Zhang Qixiang berating him.
Zhang Qixiang's gesture was clearly summoning him over!
All the way, Liu Zhizhong fud with anger. Damn it, he was here supposedly being treated by Zhang Hong as a thank you, but he'd been belittled even before starting the al?
If Zhang Qixiang didn't embarrass him today, he wouldn't want to carry the Liu surna any longer.
Soon, Liu Zhizhong arrived at the courtyard of Villa 9, but he could only stand outside.
The two burly bodyguards in Zhang Qixiang's yard stopped him straightaway, telling him to wait in the pavilion for Mr. Zhang—that he couldn't enter the villa.
Damn it, even the bodyguards were throwing their weight around, as if a Director of the Second Office of the City Committee's Secretariat were not an official at all!
Promptly, Zhang Qixiang did walk out from the villa, striding with her aloof pace, her face displaying solitary pride as she entered the pavilion.
Standing around 1.7 ters and wearing high heels, she was truly tall and sexy with a stunning figure.
However, she looked at Liu Zhizhong as if he were an ant, speaking icily, "Liu Gouzhong, I hear you're quite the talented guy, huh? Co here, your sister is going to give you a task, and you must complete it!"
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