For the next few days, Zhao An attended classes and left class early regularly, occasionally doing livestreams. He wasn't particularly motivated to make money, and he felt somewhat indifferent to livestreaming.
Only invisible idols like these can maintain their mystique and freshness. They occasionally release updates to highlight their presence.
News about the English competition has arrived, and Zhao An is the first place winner. He was originally in second place, but one of the judges had seen his immediate superior at a dinner with Zhao An, so he moved him to first place. Honestly, Zhao An's performance was indeed impressive, and the first-place winner's recitation of a foreign poem was the real point of the competition.
However, the competition was recorded, and if it were posted online, there would undoubtedly be a wave of criticism and potential trouble. For safety's sake, it was better to put Zhao An in first place. We weren't afraid of others, but we were afraid that if the higher-ups came to question him, there would be no one left to take his place.
Zhao An wasn't thrilled with winning first place in the competition, but Liu Xuemei did have a good political achievement to add to her resume. She had a student who won first place in the city's English competition, a feat she'd already accomplished.
The weekend had arrived again, another lazy one.
At seven o'clock, Zhao An woke promptly, feeling a warm sensation. Looking down, he saw the charming Aunt Chai giving him a morning kiss. Seeing him awake, she climbed on top, one hand on his erect cock, her hips lowering slowly. Her brow furrowed slightly, and she let out a soft sigh once the cock was fully inside. "It's huge!"
"Auntie, you want it so early in the morning?" Zhao An clung to his mother's shoulders, enjoying the mature woman's service. They'd gotten used to this threesome, except for a few days ago when Chai Miaoyu had moved to the guest room. She couldn't handle the stimulation during her period, so he simply opted for an out-of-sight approach.
His mother had been miserable these past few days, enduring Zhao An's daily assault, leaving her both obsessed and achey. No one could withstand the lust of a beastly son, especially with the intermingling of blood between close relatives, the pleasure was even more intense.
"I want it! Get me pregnant soon so I can give you a child!" Chai Miaoyu spoke her mind. She, too, wanted a child. Women who hadn't borne children were imperfect; having a child and not having one were two completely different things. Deep love naturally leads to the desire to procreate for one's partner.
How could Zhao An refuse a beautiful woman's request to bear him a child?
An hour later, with Zhao An's muffled groans, waves of semen were released into the mature lawyer beneath him, defiling her vagina and filling her mature womb with his sperm.
After the morning sex, a phone call came in. It was Tang Bing, whom he hadn't seen in a long time. He had been so arrogant before, but now he was calling?
After examining the man's inner thoughts, Zhao An discovered some of his conspiracies. To Zhao An's surprise, Tang Bing harbored no ill intentions towards him, not even the thought of harming him. He was completely driven by his desire to please him. This was the mindset of a bootlicker, wasn't it?
Following his inner thoughts and delving further, he discovered that it was his mother, Qian Yuling, who had prompted him to act this way.
Seeing the noble and icy woman in his mind, Zhao An's expression shifted to a strange tone. He didn't seem to have offended her, so what was the point of sugarcoating her?
"Good morning, Mr. An. Sorry to bother you. There's a concert today. I wonder if you're interested? It's with a B-list celebrity," Tang Bing said with a hint of flattery, evidently putting considerable effort into pleasing Zhao An.
Zhao An scoffed, "I have no interest in those prostitute celebrities who open their legs and engage in prostitution."
This was the truth. The female anchors in the company were all virgins. Each one of them gave him a strong feeling, and most importantly, they were clean. Why play with prostitutes when you can have decent women?
"I'm so sorry, I didn't do my best. What kind does Young Master An like? I'll find you one right away," Tang Bing said flatteringly.
"Not interested," Zhao An said, and hung up. Having finally let off steam on Aunt Chai, he was still in a state of sagely energy, his kung fu whining.
He brought Huang Lin, whom he hadn't seen in a while, to a piece of wasteland in the south. It had been purchased and was being developed into a residential complex.
In this area, where transportation isn't very convenient, the land is very cheap to buy. There's no village or shop nearby, and there aren't any resources worth developing. So, buying it for commercial development isn't difficult. Purchasing it as private land is definitely out of the question.
Besides, building a community garden sounds good to everyone. As for whether it'll be used as a place for his woman to live in later, as long as it's for people to live in, it doesn't matter.
Everything was planned, and now they were just waiting for construction to begin.
Huang Lin, dressed in a suit, lightly made-up, and wearing glasses, asked, "Honey, why buy this place? There aren't any resources worth developing here, and it's hard to recoup your investment." As a businesswoman, she had transitioned from the gaming industry to investment, diligently expanding her knowledge in the hope of securing a more senior position in the future.
Zhao An took out a cigarette. Huang Lin was silent for a moment, then took the lighter and lit it for the man, acting very submissive. When a man is sufficiently assertive, she behaves very obediently, like a cat.
"I said I'm not doing this for the money. Do you believe me?" Zhao An exclaimed, puffing out smoke rings, a hint of smugness on his face.
Huang Lin was silent for a moment. "To play with women?"
"How clever! You guessed it right. I do play with women." Zhao An laughed heartily, not hiding a single detail, his expression somewhat arrogant.
Huang Lin's lips curled up in a smile, as expected. "That's going to be very expensive."
"They're all my women, so of course I have to take full responsibility. What do you think?" Zhao An began to operate the computer, controlling the drone to fly and film, transferring the dimensions of the area to the computer. This novel technology actually surprised Huang Lin; she always managed to get surprises from men!