Chapter 183: Airport Disturbance

A light rain began to drizzle outside the window, while the battle inside the room grew ever more intense.

Chen Erbao raised his hand and gave her full, jade-like buttocks two hard slaps. Then, he went all out, every thrust a soul-shaking blow.

Lin Zhiqing's legs trembled so violently that if Chen Erbao hadn't been holding her up, she would have collapsed to the floor.

The two battled for over ten minutes before Chen Erbao felt a sharp pain from the wound on his leg, forcing him to gradually slow to a stop.

By then, Lin Zhiqing was already draped over the bathroom counter, her eyes glazed over in a daze.

Chen Erbao turned on the faucet and rinsed them both off. After drying them, he helped her to the bed.

"Baby, you get on top."

Chen Erbao lay on the bed, feeling as if his wound was about to split open. He figured he wouldn't be able to take the lead anymore.

Lin Zhiqing, her face flushed red, glanced at him before straddling his waist. Bracing herself with her legs and guiding his Stabilizing Needle with one hand, she slowly lowered herself onto him.

"Ngh..."

An overwhelming sense of fullness washed over her. Lin Zhiqing slowly closed her eyes. To avoid touching the wound on Chen Erbao's chest, she had to clasp her hands behind her back, sitting up straight as she began to rise and fall.

Her large, white breasts bounced up and down, dazzling Chen Erbao. He simply reached out and grabbed them.

As the old verse goes: when the golden needle pierces the peach blossom, she dares not cry aloud, only secretly furrow her brow.

While enjoying Lin Zhiqing's ministrations, Chen Erbao activated the Joyful Technique. Spiritual Power flowed along his Stabilizing Needle, circulating through both their bodies. A sensation different from mere physical pleasure flooded both their minds simultaneously.

It was like an out-of-body experience. Lin Zhiqing shuddered, her legs clamping shut as she collapsed weakly on top of Chen Erbao.

But Chen Erbao wasn't finished. He took the initiative, thrusting his hips. Empowered by the Joyful Technique, their stamina was greatly enhanced, and they battled deep into the night.

With a high-pitched cry, they both reached their limit at the same time.

After the storm passed, Chen Erbao held Lin Zhiqing as they huddled together under the covers. Listening to the gentle patter of the rain outside, they soon drifted off to sleep.

...

Early the next morning, Chen Erbao's eyes fluttered open.

The light rain outside had stopped. Bright sunlight streamed through the window, falling upon Lin Zhiqing's fair, exposed shoulder.

Chen Erbao sat up and looked at the wound on his leg. He found it had healed significantly; at the very least, his movement was no longer impaired.

'It seems the Joyful Technique really does have special healing properties,' he thought.

Startled awake, Lin Zhiqing lazily wrapped her arms around Chen Erbao's strong waist, not wanting to get up.

"We'll be late for our flight. Get up, you little lazybones!"

Chen Erbao threw off the covers and gave her soft bottom a couple of pats.

Lin Zhiqing got up with a sigh and started to get dressed.

By the time they had both washed up, it was almost eight o'clock.

Chen Erbao drove Lin Zhiqing to her dorm to pick up her luggage, then they headed straight for the airport.

Fortunately, they still had plenty of time. Chen Erbao had booked business class tickets, so a flight attendant escorted them, allowing them to bypass the queue and go directly to the lounge to wait.

There were quite a few people in the lounge, most of them portly, middle-aged men.

One of them, a man of average build and plain looks standing over five-foot-seven, had a broad smile plastered on his face. He seemed very sociable, greeting some of the familiar bosses in the lounge.

He made a round of the room before stopping by Chen Erbao's side. "You look like a new face, my friend," he said with a grin. "Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Song Changhe. I own Fengde Real Estate in Hongyuan City. May I ask what business you're in? Perhaps we'll have a chance to cooperate in the future."

It's hard to refuse a smiling face, and besides, the man had a very pleasant appearance.

Chen Erbao took the business card and smiled.

"I'm in the cosmetics business, just a small operation. Nothing worth mentioning..."

Hearing Chen Erbao's words, Song Changhe paused for a moment. He looked closely at Chen Erbao, then at Lin Zhiqing dozing nearby, and his eyes lit up. "Are you by any chance the boss of Dream Fantasia mud mask?"

Now it was Chen Erbao's turn to be surprised. "Have we met?"

"It really is you!"

Song Changhe exclaimed, studying Chen Erbao seriously.

The other people in the lounge also turned to look, their gazes on Chen Erbao complex.

Song Changhe burst out laughing and extended his hand. "I know all the bosses of the somewhat famous cosmetics companies in Hongyuan City, but I've never seen you before. So you're the rising star! A pleasure to meet you, Boss Chen!"

Chen Erbao shook his hand and chuckled. "Just good luck, is all. You're too kind, Boss Song."

Making himself at home, Song Changhe sat down beside him and lowered his voice, gesturing toward a heavyset man in the distance. "Boss Chen, that man over there is the head of Sanzhicao Company. You two are competitors, you know. Your mud mask has been giving him a major headache lately. I heard he's on his way to the Capital City to secure investment so he can come back and start a price war with you!"

Chen Erbao glanced at the stout man and sneered. "I don't care. Whatever tricks he wants to pull, I can handle them."

"Impressive, Boss Chen!"

Song Changhe gave him a thumbs-up.

The two chatted for a while. When some other people came in, he excused himself and went to talk with them.

After Song Changhe left, Chen Erbao glanced around the room, then stopped paying attention to anyone, closing his eyes to rest.

'Song Changhe is an interesting guy,' he thought. 'A master of social graces, incredibly slick!'

'A person like that would do well no matter what they did.'

As time passed, almost everyone had arrived. Just as the flight attendant was calling for everyone to board, three more people entered, one after another.

Leading the group were a man and a woman, clearly not locals. They spoke with a fluent southern accent, their brows furrowed and their expressions grim, as if they were on urgent business.

Following behind them was a man dressed in a black shirt and black pants. He wore a mask over his face and a black hat on his head. His build was slender, his limbs hidden within his sleeves. Only his eyes were visible, and they were unremarkable, utterly ordinary.

Aside from his strange attire, everything else about him seemed normal.

The two southerners walked straight to the flight attendant and boarded first. The man in black followed closely behind them onto the plane.

No one tried to stop the three from cutting in line.

After all, everyone present was a prominent boss from Hongyuan City. Regardless of their manners, they were at least composed and level-headed.

Boarding a little earlier or a little later made no difference to them.

Chen Erbao's gaze lingered on the two southerners for a moment before shifting to the man in black. His heart sank slightly.

'Don't tell me Ma Qiming hasn't given up and sent someone else after me!'

He could feel a dense fluctuation of Spiritual Qi from the man in black, who was clearly much stronger than Chuck had been last night!

He was probably at the Peak of Qi Refining Second Layer!

He only glanced at the man twice before looking away.

A gaze has weight. A true expert could definitely sense another's stare.

He himself could.

When it was Chen Erbao and Lin Zhiqing's turn to board, Chen Erbao hesitated.

'If that person really is here for me, it'll be incredibly dangerous if he makes a move on the plane!'

'Flying thousands of meters in the air... if something happens, I won't even be able to protect myself, let alone Lin Zhiqing.'

The flight attendant was already urging them to board, but Chen Erbao remained standing in place, his brow furrowed in hesitation.

"What's wrong?"

Lin Zhiqing noticed his strange behavior and asked in a low voice.