The doorbell rang again. Li Mingying immediately left Zhao An, grabbed a tissue, hastily wiped her genitals, crumpled the tissue (still stained with semen and pubic hair), threw it in the trash, pulled up her pants, tidied herself up, and went to open the door.
Yang Xiaolin was unaware that while she was out, her mother had had sex twice with her student in the kitchen. Semen was still inside her vagina, already showing signs of dripping.
"Mom, what are you doing?"
"I was mopping the floor. Come in."
Li Mingying explained softly, somewhat ashamed.
Yang Xiaolin, however, had almost no sexual experience and didn't realize that her mother's flushed face was actually the result of being moistened with semen; the intense pleasure of being fucked was easily noticeable.
Seeing this, she didn't say much. "Where's Zhao An?"
"He's inside."
Li Mingying answered softly.
Li Mingying's cooking skills were quite good; she quickly prepared the meal. She now longed to take a shower, a long, refreshing bath to wash away the grime.
At the dinner table…
Zhao An, unusually, praised Li Mingying, constantly pouring red wine for the mother and daughter, showering them with compliments.
Then he mentioned his future plans, leaving the two women completely bewildered.
"You're planning to own a private island abroad?"
"That's impossible, isn't it? How could they sell land?"
Yang Xiaolin was unaware of Zhao An's capabilities. She only knew he was good at making money, but she didn't know, and couldn't possibly know, exactly how much.
"It doesn't cost much; foreign goods are easy to buy.
They only value profit, not anything else.
Some people always think America is advanced, but it's just a facade of prosperity.
You probably don't know how weak their manufacturing industry has become. They can't even buy flags for demonstrations; they have to import them from other countries.
It's laughable—using other people's things to oppose them."
Zhao An laughed as he recounted the amusing anecdotes he knew.
He rarely engaged in deep cooperation with foreigners.
Because they were ruthless robbers.
A shallow collaboration once was fine, but deep cooperation would likely lead to certain doom.
Li Mingying and her daughter listened intently to Zhao An's stories. Neither of them had ever been abroad and knew many things about the country.
"So, do you think that in this life, one should travel abroad?"
Yang Xiaolin rested her chin on her hand, looking at Zhao An with curious eyes. She didn't know why, but she just found Zhao An very captivating…
Looking at Zhao An made her feel comfortable.
Zhao An shook his head, then nodded. "I think going abroad to learn something is fine, but just for tourism, I wouldn't recommend it. Foreign countries aren't safe.
Besides, if you learn something, you can come back. The market here is much broader. Compared to abroad, at least you can live like a human being in China.
Foreign countries are very hostile towards us. They're stupid, corrupt, and disgusting."
Okay, making money off others and then calling them idiots—this operation is a bit baffling, a bit too much.
But it's undeniably satisfying. Foreigners really are all idiots; they wouldn't even feel sorry for you if they died.
Zhao An has slept with many foreign female celebrities. They're still unable to leave, imprisoned, constantly being raped, constantly getting pregnant, until they resign themselves to their fate. Such practices often have negative effects, especially when dealing with strong-willed women…
Zhao An would also use money to sway them, offering both physical and material satisfaction—what woman could resist?
Amidst the clinking of glasses…
Zhao An kept urging them to drink, his humorous conversation captivating the mother and daughter.
Li Mingying was already very sleepy. She got up to clear the table; she longed for a hot bath and a good night's sleep.
Zhao An chuckled, "I'll head back now. Xiaolin, if you have time later, you can come and chat with me more often—about life ideals, anything.
Talking and listening more will always be helpful."
"Okay, I understand. Let me see you off."
Yang Xiaolin nodded, grateful to Zhao An.
Because Zhao An had given her a job.
He had given her a job when she was utterly despondent, preventing her from returning to school to be ridiculed.
After all, being fired during an internship was a terrible thing.
Such a thing wouldn't be funny for any student; if they couldn't handle the pressure, they might even break down!
After washing the dishes, Li Mingying hurriedly grabbed her pajamas and went to the bathroom. When she took off her pants, her lace panties were already soaked. She couldn't help but curse under her breath, "What a beast! He actually ejaculated so much inside me, I wonder if I'll get pregnant!"
To be honest, she couldn't bring herself to get pregnant with her student's child. Being raped by Zhao An was more about coercion. From initially resisting to now accepting being ejaculated inside her, she had already changed a lot.
Cursing as she was, Li Mingying hurriedly washed away the sweat. The intense lust had been released, satisfying both her body and mind.
What followed was exhaustion. She needed a good rest and a good night's sleep so she would wake up the next day looking radiant!
She slipped her fingers inside her vagina and probed.
She managed to scavenge out some semen; her lower abdomen was still swollen, too much had been ejaculated inside.
Zhao An's penis was very long; almost every woman would struggle to accommodate it. The ejaculation, reaching right up to the cervix, all went into the uterus, making it impossible to scavenge out.
"Xiaolin, I'm going to sleep now. You should shower and rest early too."
Li Mingying yawned. She was a little sleepy. After a day of events, and then Zhao An's unfriendly and rough treatment, all she wanted now was a good night's sleep. She'd deal with it later.
A short while later, Yang Xiaolin came out of the shower and suddenly saw a cell phone on the sofa. Wasn't that Zhao An's cell phone?
Knock, knock, knock—a knock sounded at the door.
Yang Xiaolin saw Zhao An through the peephole and, without thinking much, opened the door, saying, "Boss, did you drop your phone here?"
"Yes, I need to borrow this space for a bit; I need to set up a file."
Zhao An smiled, took out his laptop, and sat down in the living room to work, looking very focused.