Chapter 90: A Secret Affair at the Village Tyrant’s House

"Mmmph~"

Huang Qi wrapped her arms around Yang Xun’s neck and took the initiative, kissing him. Their lips and tongues tangled in a frenzy.

The wet sound of their mouths exchanging saliva was enough to make anyone blush.

The rich scent of her perfume mingled with his masculine musk, instantly filling the air.

One of Yang Xun’s hands held Huang Qi’s slender waist, while the other slipped under the hem of her gossamer-thin black lace nightgown and traveled up her silky smooth thigh.

"Wait a second!"

However, just as his fingers were about to touch the edge of the lace, Huang Qi suddenly reached out and stopped his hand.

"Hm?"

Yang Xun froze for a moment, looking up at Huang Qi with a puzzled expression. "What’s wrong? You don’t want to?"

Huang Qi rolled her eyes and pouted coquettishly. "Of course I do! But there’s no need to be in such a rush. You started getting handsy the moment you walked in, like a wolf that hasn’t eaten in three days!"

"Let’s have a couple of drinks first, get something to eat, and build up our energy. We have all night, anyway!"

With that, Huang Qi grabbed Yang Xun’s arm and, barefoot, led him further into the house. The silver anklet she wore made a faint, tinkling sound.

The moment she pulled him through the living room and into the dining room, Yang Xun froze in surprise.

’Holy shit!’

The dining table, covered with a dark red tablecloth, was laden with a full spread of delicious-looking and fragrant dishes.

Braised beef brisket, salt-and-pepper shrimp, steamed scallops with garlic and vermicelli, red-braised pork belly, and a country-style chicken stew...

Every single dish looked and smelled incredible; it was clear she had put a lot of care into cooking them.

And right in the center of the table, a bottle of Feitian Maotai!

He could smell its familiar, sauce-like aroma even from a distance. Just by looking at the year on the label, Yang Xun knew this bottle cost at least five or six thousand yuan, if not more!

"This... you prepared all this?"

Yang Xun’s eyes lit up as he stared in amazement at the sumptuous feast and fine wine.

"Who else?"

Huang Qi lifted her chin smugly, her phoenix eyes curving into crescents. "This young lady cooked it all herself," she said, feigning arrogance. "Aren’t you touched?"

"Touched? I’m deeply touched!"

Yang Xun gave Huang Qi a deep look, his heart filled with emotion.

’No wonder so many guys want to be sugar babies for rich women these days,’ he thought. ’This is the life!’

’Not only am I being served fine wine and great food, but she’s even paying me eighty thousand yuan for a house call. A deal this good is impossible to find, even if you search high and low!’

Yang Xun sat down at the table and glanced around the magnificently decorated dining room. He suddenly asked, "Huang Qi, Xie Haitao isn’t going to come back unexpectedly tonight, is he?"

"Don’t worry!"

Huang Qi said nonchalantly as she twisted the cap off the Maotai, "He’s on a mission tonight. He won’t be back."

’A mission?’

Yang Xun looked at Huang Qi, puzzled. He raised an eyebrow and pressed, "What kind of mission?"

The words had barely left his mouth when Huang Qi’s hands visibly paused. A flicker of panic, almost imperceptible, crossed her phoenix eyes.

Clearly, she realized she’d said the wrong thing.

"Oh, just drop it! Don’t ask!"

Huang Qi immediately changed the subject. She pushed a glass of Maotai into Yang Xun’s hand, pulled him down into his chair, and forced a smile. "Anyway, he’s not coming back tonight, that’s all that matters. Let’s just eat and drink and not worry about all that nonsense! Come on, cheers!"

Yang Xun held his glass, the corner of his mouth curling into a slight smile. He didn’t press the issue.

But he mentally filed away the word "mission."

’What kind of mission could a village tyrant like Xie Haitao have?’

’And one that he has to carry out at night, no less?’

He then thought about how Huang Qi spent money like water, pulling out eighty thousand yuan without batting an eye, and how Xie Haitao’s father, Xie Guoqiang, had built up his power over more than a decade as the village chief...

’The Xie Family’s affairs are probably much murkier than I imagined!’

’When I have time, I’ll have to investigate this properly.’

’But for now... I should just enjoy the beautiful woman and fine wine in front of me.’

"Come on, cheers!"

Yang Xun raised his glass and gently clinked it against Huang Qi’s.

The crisp sound of glass clinking echoed in the dining room. The warm yellow light shone on them, shrouding them in a soft, intimate glow.

They toasted and drank, their glasses crossing back and forth as the atmosphere grew more and more intimate.

Yang Xun took a large gulp of Maotai, the mellow, sauce-like liquor swirling in his mouth. Then he tilted his head, grabbed Huang Qi’s pale chin, and pressed his lips directly onto hers.

"Mmph!!"

Huang Qi was startled at first, but she quickly parted her lips, letting the remaining liquor in Yang Xun’s mouth flow into hers.

The Maotai, warmed by his body heat, passed from his mouth to hers, its spiciness carrying an indescribable sense of intimacy and excitement.

Their lips and tongues intertwined as the liquor flowed between their mouths. Huang Qi’s phoenix eyes gradually glazed over, and a blush crept across her pale cheeks.

"Another sip..."

Huang Qi’s voice was impossibly coy. Her slender fingers hooked Yang Xun’s collar as she proactively brought her lips, coated in a pink gloss, toward his.

Just like that, they fed each other sips, the aroma of the Maotai mixing with their breath as it was exchanged back and forth between their lips.

In this utterly absurd fashion, the two of them managed to drink more than half the bottle of Feitian Maotai.

After several rounds of drinks and numerous courses, the meal began to wind down.

Huang Qi was already slightly tipsy. Her charming face was flushed, and her phoenix eyes were hazy with a watery mist. She leaned lazily against Yang Xun’s chest like a little kitten drunk on milk.

"Come on. To the bedroom."

A wicked smile played on Yang Xun’s lips. He swept Huang Qi up into his arms and strode toward the stairs.

"Hee hee, slow down..."

Huang Qi giggled, her arms wrapped around Yang Xun’s neck.

Carrying Huang Qi, Yang Xun reached the second floor and kicked open the master bedroom door.

But the moment he stepped into the room, he stopped dead in his tracks.

His gaze locked onto a huge wedding photo on the opposite wall.

In the photo, Huang Qi was wearing a snow-white wedding dress, her smile as radiant as a flower. She was breathtakingly beautiful.

And standing beside her was a five-foot-five, two-hundred-sixty-five-pound meatball of a man.

Xie Haitao!!

His fat, round face was stretched in a wide smile, his beady little eyes narrowed into slits. His greasy, plump hand was wrapped around Huang Qi’s slender waist, his expression one of utter self-satisfaction.

Seeing this wedding photo, a slow, meaningful smile spread across Yang Xun’s lips.

His heart couldn’t help but speed up.

It wasn’t out of fear, but because an unprecedented wave of excitement shot through his body like an electric current.

’This is Xie Haitao and Huang Qi’s master bedroom and their marital bed!’

’And right now, I’m standing in this very bedroom, holding this two-hundred-sixty-five-pound fat pig’s beautiful wife!’

’This is the first time in my life that I, Yang Xun, have come to another man’s home to sleep with his wife!’

’Just the thought of it is thrilling to the extreme!!’

’Xie Haitao!!’

’You could never have dreamed it, could you? That tonight, a man would be standing in your bedroom, holding your wife, and sneering at your wedding photo.’

’But what you’d expect even less is this.’

’Tonight, I’m going to fuck your wife on your fucking bed!!’

"Heheheh!!"

Yang Xun let out a low, cold laugh, the wicked fire inside him instantly blazing to its peak.

The next moment, like a starving wolf, he threw Huang Qi down onto the large, soft marital bed!

"Ah!!"

Huang Qi cried out as her long, black hair fanned out across the sheets like a splash-ink landscape painting. Pinned firmly beneath Yang Xun, her eyes were filled with nothing but anticipation and excitement.

Yang Xun’s eyes were bloodshot. He looked down at the face beneath him—made all the more enchanting by her tipsiness—reached for the shoulder strap of her black lace nightgown, and yanked hard.

"RRRIP!!"

The thin lace tore with a sharp sound, exposing a large expanse of fair, delicate skin to the warm yellow light...