The incessant sounds of flesh colliding in the room finally subsided…
Zhao An lay panting on top of Pang Wanjing, this plump, mature slut.
Her honey pot, unused for over ten years, was indeed very tight.
And very wet, making penetration incredibly smooth. Her honey pot seemed to grip and suck at his own throat; if he hadn't been able to control himself, he probably would have ejaculated within minutes inside this alluring mature woman!
Pang Wanjing breathed heavily, her eyes glazed over. She could feel a warm sensation in her uterus.
She hadn't had a tubal ligation; what if she really got pregnant?
Thinking of this, her pretty face flushed, and she whispered, "Honey, what if I really get pregnant?
The whole village will know! Then...then I won't be able to live! Waaah!"
"Don't worry, I'll make arrangements.
I'll send you to the city, to my house, to settle down comfortably.
I'll hire someone to take care of you, so you can give birth to the baby smoothly.
Then you can come back and say you're taking care of my child, that you're working as a nanny.
If you don't mind, the child can take your surname.
If anyone asks, just say her mother's surname is Pang."
Zhao An nibbled on Pang Wanjing's earlobe, knowing the sensitive hearts of mature women. What he needed to do was give them confidence, to give them the courage to maintain a close physical relationship with him.
Women are very sensitive. As long as they feel secure, these mature women can unleash astonishing passion and allure.
Making him feel like he was in heaven, unable to stop!
"Really?"
Pang Wanjing's eyes lit up with joy; she was genuinely surprised...
Looking into Zhao An's eyes, clear and determined, he didn't seem to be lying at all.
So she mustered her courage and nodded, "Yes, if you want me to have the baby, I will."
She hadn't considered the issue of being an older mother; she only knew that she genuinely liked, even loved, this young man.
Women in the mountains don't have so many hidden agendas or scheming; they are what they are.
"Okay, wife.
Lie down for a while, I'll go get you something to eat."
Zhao An got up, took a towel to wipe his face, kissed Pang Wanjing's forehead, and then got off the bed.
For him, the first priority was to stabilize Pang Wanjing and make her infatuated with him.
When she realized she couldn't satisfy her own desires, she would naturally want to pimp him out.
A short while later...
Zhao An brought in a bowl of noodles, along with vegetables and lean meat.
"Wife, get up and eat."
"I have to go to class now, I'll be back for lunch."
She picked up her textbook and left without looking back.
"Take care, honey."
Pang Wanjing's eyes were full of happiness. As for marriage, she didn't care anymore at her age.
As long as they were together and happy, that was better than anything.
Walking on the road…
Zhao An sensed something and realized that Huang Meng, now a eunuch, was about to make his move.
A cruel smile crept onto his face.
It seemed the power struggles within the large families were indeed brutal. Even now, as a eunuch, he wouldn't rest properly and insisted on causing trouble.
If it weren't for this…
Why would Zhao An have bothered staying so far away?
It wasn't his fault, but as the saying goes, when the city gate catches fire, the fish in the moat suffer. Who knew if he would be dragged down with him?
Don't overestimate the morality of capitalists. If you place your hopes on them, you might as well dig a hole and bury yourself; otherwise, you'll be devoured, leaving not even bones.
"Young Master An, we've found a construction team. We can start building the road today.
We've calculated it; it'll take about a month.
The engineers and designers have inspected it. The environment here is all rock; we'll need to use blasting and build protective barriers against the mountainside. Progress won't be that fast."
A bespectacled man spoke in a fawning voice; his humility was palpable even through the phone.
"Then let's begin. Money is no problem. Make sure the road quality is good.
Also, deliver what I need this afternoon. If you can't deliver, you can quit."
Zhao An hung up the phone after speaking. What he needed were, naturally, some technological products.
He wanted to show off his skills in the village first, then discuss development.
He had already figured out how to do it; making money was a certainty.
Compared to the millions or tens of millions of yuan in revenue from live streaming every day, farming income is pitifully low, but it's stable.
Real industry is the foundation; the internet and finance are merely tools for making money.
Regarding money…
Zhao An didn't have any particular ambitions; enough was enough.
Because the company wasn't listed and no shares were distributed, he was in charge.
He could do whatever he wanted, making or losing money didn't matter.
As long as he could pay salaries, there was no problem.
Besides, some people in the three major families were definitely laughing at him for being crazy, going to the mountains to do construction.
Some people are just foolish, not appreciating the great opportunity right in front of them.
Humming a little tune…
Zhao An went to school for class.
The first class didn't go into much detail.
Just a simple introduction about why we study and learn.
To lay a foundation and introduce some interesting things about the city.
The second period was the real class...
Zhao An lectured quickly, covering the key points and exam topics, then spent most of the time chatting, throwing out engaging topics to keep the students focused.
At noon...
Just as Zhao An left the school, a middle-aged couple walked past, and the man suddenly fainted.
The woman with tanned skin standing nearby was startled. She threw down her hoe and shook the man violently, crying, "What's wrong with you, husband? What's wrong with you!"
Zhao An went over to look at him, then bent down to take his pulse. "Don't move, let me see."
"Ah, you're the new teacher?"
The tanned woman seemed to recognize Zhao An. "Teacher, can you treat illnesses?"
Zhao An nodded, then pinched the man's philtrum. The man quickly regained consciousness. "Overworked. It's best to rest for a while.
If you continue working, you'll definitely be paralyzed within three days.
Alright, I'm leaving. If you need anything, go find the village chief. See you later."
He walked away nonchalantly, without even looking back.