Chapter 151: You're Lying on My Hair

Chen Erbao sat in the room for a while before Zhao Feng returned, beaming and looking to be in a very good mood.

"Divine Doctor Chen, I really have to thank you for this..."

He had already said this many times, and Chen Erbao was feeling a bit exasperated.

The two of them chatted and laughed as they left the tea room. Song Rui was standing outside the door, his expression somewhat grim.

When Zhao Feng came out, he didn't say much. Instead, he smiled at Zhao Ruoying in the living room and said:

"Ruoying, it's getting late. Take Divine Doctor Chen to Villa Two... Divine Doctor Fang can go rest in Villa Three."

Chen Erbao had been smiling all evening, and his face was starting to feel stiff. He quickly pulled Zhao Ruoying along and left.

Zhao Ruoying drove, first dropping Fang Yi and his two apprentices at Villa Three, then taking Chen Erbao to Villa Two.

The layout of Villa Two was identical to the villa where Zhao Feng lived.

It had the same mahogany furniture, and one wall of the living room was lined with all sorts of alcoholic beverages, all part of Zhao Feng's collection.

The night was long, and Zhao Ruoying seemed to have something on her mind. After showing Chen Erbao to his room, she casually grabbed a bottle of imported liquor and shot him a seductive smile.

"Care for a drink?"

...

Chen Erbao was tempted. He walked over and sat down on the sofa.

"You drink?"

Zhao Ruoying pouted.

"Not usually. Only when something's bothering me."

"What's bothering you?"

Chen Erbao picked up the bottle, filled a glass to the brim, and handed it to Zhao Ruoying.

Zhao Ruoying took the glass and sighed.

"You know who the poisoner is, don't you?"

Chen Erbao glanced around to make sure no one was eavesdropping before speaking.

"Of course, it couldn't escape my notice. Song Rui is practically dying of anxiety. You couldn't tell?"

"I could tell."

Annoyed, Zhao Ruoying downed the drink in one go. A crimson flush immediately colored her cheeks.

Her eyes grew slightly hazy.

"Song Rui was never any good. The way he looks at me always disgusts me... If it weren't for Zhao Qi, I wouldn't even bother seeing him."

Chen Erbao looked puzzled.

"Aren't you and Zhao Qi on bad terms?"

'Those two were about to come to blows, so why is she worried about Zhao Qi now?'

Zhao Ruoying sighed.

"It's not that simple between us... She's been competitive since we were kids, but she's just so stupid. My uncle told me to look after her, but as a result, she just assumed I was deliberately trying to steal her spotlight. She isn't the brightest, and she's incredibly jealous. Over time, we just ended up like this."

Chen Erbao shrugged.

"He poisoned your uncle. Why do you still care so much?"

Zhao Ruoying sounded exasperated.

"Of course, I don't care if Song Rui lives or dies. But Zhao Qi is my cousin, after all. My uncle doted on her when she was little. If something happens to Song Rui... what will she do?"

"There's nothing to be done about it. Your uncle isn't some soft-hearted old man. Song Rui definitely won't get away!"

Hearing Chen Erbao say this, Zhao Ruoying grew curious.

"Did Uncle tell you what he's planning to do?"

Chen Erbao shook his head.

"This matter isn't simple. Song Rui isn't that cunning—he's got some petty smarts at best. He couldn't have designed something like this. There must be someone else behind him. For now, your uncle plans to keep things quiet and investigate secretly. Once he finds the mastermind, he'll wipe them all out at once, root and stem."

Zhao Ruoying wasn't surprised to hear this. Instead, she nodded and said:

"That sounds more like my uncle's style..."

...

'They really are cut from the same cloth!'

Zhao Ruoying was formidable enough, but Zhao Feng was even more shrewd and calculating. Although he'd stumbled this time, now that he had a chance to breathe, he definitely wouldn't let the matter rest.

Zhao Ruoying's father probably wasn't simple either.

"Is your dad that formidable, too?"

Chen Erbao was referring to his way of doing things.

Zhao Ruoying shook her head.

"My dad is always smiling. I've never seen him lose his temper. He keeps everything bottled up inside, so no one knows what he's thinking..."

'Looks like my future father-in-law will be a tough one to handle!'

Chen Erbao sighed and leaned back on the sofa.

Zhao Ruoying's face flushed red, and she said with feigned anger:

"Who's your father-in-law? Don't talk nonsense..."

"Am I wrong?"

Seeing Zhao Ruoying's luscious and alluring appearance, Chen Erbao felt a tingle of desire. He leaned in close and whispered:

"We've already done everything there is to do. If he isn't going to be my father-in-law, then what is he?"

The sudden masculine scent sent a flutter of panic through Zhao Ruoying's heart. She forced herself to remain calm, pushed Chen Erbao's head away, and stammered:

"If you want to talk, just talk. Why are you so close..."

Before she could finish, Chen Erbao lunged, pinning her to the sofa and immediately capturing her mouth with his.

"Mmph..."

'Here we go again!'

Although her mind wanted to refuse, her body had already grown accustomed to him. She subconsciously wrapped her arms around Chen Erbao's neck and offered up her soft little tongue.

It was a classic opening. Chen Erbao's large hands, as if equipped with a navigation system, accurately seized the soft mounds of Zhao Ruoying's chest. With just a simple squeeze, she was already panting softly.

"You're bullying me again... I'm going to tell my uncle..."

Zhao Ruoying wanted to push Chen Erbao away, but he pressed his advantage, directly lifting her T-shirt and lowering his head to latch on.

The fair, snowy peaks were soon slick with saliva, and red fingerprints dotted their summits.

"Your uncle said you have to listen to me from now on."

By now, Zhao Ruoying couldn't hear what he was saying at all. Her mind was buzzing, and she used her hands to press his head firmly against her chest, as if trying to stuff the entire peak into his mouth.

Chen Erbao's other hand had already found its way down to the land of the flowing stream. Through her pure white cotton panties, he began to tease and arouse her.

"Don't... let's go to the room..."

This was exactly what Chen Erbao had been waiting for. His relationship with Zhao Ruoying had reached a natural culmination. Holding back no longer, he swept her up by the waist, carried her to the room, and then impatiently ripped away the final barrier. Guiding his long spear, he began to knock at her door.

"Ah... it hurts!"

With her cry of pain, Chen Erbao paused his assault and began to gently help her ease the ache.

The Joyful Technique had a unique advantage in this regard. As Spiritual Qi continuously nourished her, Zhao Ruoying soon found herself unable to bear it, her body twisting softly.

Seeing this, Chen Erbao was no longer reserved and launched a fierce assault.

Zhao Ruoying was in excellent physical shape. Thanks to her regular exercise, her muscles were very flexible. She quickly adapted to Chen Erbao's size and even began to proactively arch her body to meet him.

"Slower... It's too big!"

SLAP. SLAP. SLAP.

...

As the beautiful music of the night deepened into the late hours, waves of suggestive moans and cries could be heard from time to time from Villa Two.

Luckily, the abundance of trees nearby provided good soundproofing. Otherwise, the surrounding villas would have been able to hear everything!

...

「The night passed in silence. Dawn was just breaking the next morning.」

Chen Erbao, exhausted from a night of labor, was still fast asleep when a voice of feigned anger sounded by his ear:

"You're lying on my hair!"