After Being Betrayed I Married the Glamorous CEO-Chapter 129: Some people really live impatiently!

Chapter 129: Chapter 129: Some people really live impatiently!

"Aunt Meiqing."

Shen Fanyun greeted Lin Meiqing with a smile.

Lin Meiqing 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 women.

This isn’t good. A respectable man shouldn’t be content to revel in the tender company of women all day, lost to the world. But women are just so soft and fragrant!

Lin Meiqing seemed hesitant. She paused with her phone in hand before finally extending an invitation. "I’m off today. Do you want to come over for a meal?"

Off again? It feels like Lin Meiqing has been taking a lot of days off recently.

"Okay." Shen Fanyun didn’t give it much thought. Since Aunt Meiqing 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 met ought to flatter and fawn over them. Hong Danggui, in particular, had acted as if making him her servant was some 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, some 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 welcome banquet for this person?

Hong Tianzhao? Shen Fanyun silently repeated the name.

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 me, 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 become 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 name 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 surname Hong? I’ve never heard of him. Could I have overlooked someone? 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 name 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 women. 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 ’arrangements’ and went to work at the Picking Flowers Pavilion, or you’d find there was no way to survive in Hangcheng City.

"Of course, some people fought back. I mean, 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 merely due to their domineering and unreasonable behavior. Now, it seemed 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 time 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 time 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 Meiqing 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 Meiqing 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 me?

"I still have one more dish to prepare," Lin Meiqing said as she cracked an egg.

Shen Fanyun walked into the kitchen and wrapped his arms around her from behind.

Lin Meiqing offered a tranquil smile, her voice as sweet and gentle as ever. "Move aside for a moment," she said unhurriedly. "Don’t bother me while I’m cooking."

"Hmm?"

The next second, Lin Meiqing let out a muffled groan. While her words told him not to mess 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 immediately fell to her ankles.

Today, Lin Meiqing 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 Meiqing 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 Meiqing turned off the stove. By the time 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 Meiqing had finally become a complete woman. At the same time, it was as if she had opened Pandora’s box, allowing the desires she had repressed for so long to grow wild and untamed.

Lying back on the soft bed, Lin Meiqing hooked an arm around Shen Fanyun’s neck. With a firm tug, she pulled him down to her. "Kiss me... kiss me here!"