"Aren't you pregnant? Why are you so playful?" Zhao Tianhao looked at the young woman's face, which appeared several years younger than her late thirties. She didn't look like she was almost thirty-two; she looked like a vibrant young woman in her twenties.
"It's a miscarriage, it's a miscarriage anyway. It wasn't yours. I want to have your baby." After Zhao Tianhao's thorough service yesterday, she was instantly conquered, her eyes now only on him.
Children, husband, family—forget about it all. Now, her heart was entirely devoted to Zhao Tianhao.
Zhao Tianhao was quite pleased with Yang Xiaorong's words.
He hugged Yang Xiaorong and said, "Whether the child is a boy or a girl, we can keep the boy, but the girl has to stay. With a mother as beautiful as you, the daughter won't be any less."
"Hmph, Master, so you like this kind of thing. You're already thinking about the daughter before she's even born," Yang Xiaorong said, feigning anger.
"Is it really a daughter?"
"I don't know, I haven't tested it." Just then, the phone on the desk rang. Zhao Tianhao put Yang Xiaorong down.
Yang Xiaorong knelt on the floor, skillfully pulled out Zhao Tianhao's large penis, and began to perform oral sex on him.
"Okay, I understand. Bring him here."
Zhao Tianhao hung up the phone and looked at Yang Xiaorong, who was diligently performing oral sex on the floor, and said, "Your husband is here. You didn't come home all night, and you didn't answer the phone, so he came directly to the company."
Spitting out Zhao Tianhao's large penis, Yang Xiaorong didn't feel like she'd been caught cheating. Instead, she pleaded, "Master, I'll divorce him, but please, please let him go. He hasn't done anything wrong."
Yang Xiaorong was afraid that Zhao Tianhao wouldn't let her husband go.
You see, her husband was just an ordinary person; otherwise, she wouldn't have made such a huge sacrifice for her job. The family's income basically depended on her alone.
Her husband's salary of a few thousand yuan might be enough in a second- or third-tier city, but in Shanghai, it's practically impossible to survive.
"Survival" here doesn't mean just surviving; it means having the ability to live a fulfilling life.
The pace of life in big cities is too fast. Perhaps only when you've worked hard enough to buy a house, a car, and have some assets can you feel a sense of belonging in a big city.
Only then can you feel the allure of a metropolis.
Zhao Tianhao felt no guilt whatsoever for having slept with someone else's wife, even for a lifetime or several lifetimes. He blamed himself for being weak.
Zhao Tianhao didn't make things difficult for her husband; he simply hypnotized him and then introduced her to a high-paying technical job.
At least it would be easier to earn money. It would make it easier for him to find a wife.
Yes. They had already signed the divorce papers.
Yang Xiaorong didn't seem too affected. It was as if it had nothing to do with her. Zhao Tianhao knew she was just putting on a brave face.
Without saying much, he just gave her a good beating, letting her know who the man on top of her was, whose cock was inside her cunt, and who had fucked her so well, bringing her to multiple orgasms.
He wanted her to know who her master was.
Without any foreplay, Zhao Tianhao thrust his huge cock deep into Yang Xiaorong's cunt, knowing her cunt was always wet and ready for his pleasure.
"Ah, it's in! Ah, so good! Ah, master! Ah, harder! Don't hold back!"
Zhao Tianhao pulled out Yang Xiaorong's two full, round breasts from under her shirt and began to roughly fondle them.
He also kicked off her trousers so his cock could enjoy the smooth, silky feel of her legs pressed against his as he ravaged her cunt.
"Ah, so good, ah, Master, harder, ah, faster, ah, ah," Yang Xiaorong moaned sweetly, her bright eyes filled with boundless allure.
She seemed unable to speak, only indulging herself in the fierce thrusts of Zhao Tianhao's large penis.
"Slut, your pussy is so tight," Zhao Tianhao placed Yang Xiaorong on the desk, placing her legs, clad in flesh-colored stockings, around his waist. Yang Xiaorong cooperated, automatically wrapping her legs around his waist, desperately craving Zhao Tianhao to continue fucking her.
"Ah, Master, so hard, so fast! Ah, my little hole is going to be... ruined! Ah, Master, ah, you're so good at it! Ah, ah, you're making me die! Harder! Ah, harder! Ah, ah!" Yang Xiaorong's cries grew louder and louder. With her desperate moans, her breasts swayed dizzily against her chest, and her long, slender legs, clad in stockings, tightened their grip.
Soon, after Zhao Tianhao had been fucking Yang Xiaorong in this position for half an hour, his lust reached its peak. He lost control of his strength again, and his large penis once more penetrated deeper into Yang Xiaorong's vagina, passing through the cervix and reaching the inside of her uterus.
"Ah, I've been penetrated again, ah, so good, it's coming, it's going to cum, ah, ah!"
"Master is coming too, cunt, clench tight, Master will give your child more nutrient fluid." After Yang Xiaorong's orgasm, Zhao Tianhao felt his turn coming too, cautiously not daring to go any deeper.
After a dozen or so vigorous thrusts, meeting the gushing fluid from her uterus, Zhao Tianhao's large penis ejaculated a large amount of hot fluid, so much so that it couldn't be contained in Yang Xiaorong's uterus, and began to flow out from the point of contact at the cervix. If it weren't for Zhao Tianhao's large penis tightly holding the cervix, perhaps even more would have flowed out faster.
The heat from Zhao Tianhao's hot semen caused Yang Xiaorong, who had already orgasmed, to orgasm again.
Fluid spurted out from her uterus again, hitting Zhao Tianhao's penis, then flowing out of her vagina and dripping onto the desk.
Yang Xiaorong savored the pleasure of her orgasm, and sweet tears of overwhelming pleasure streamed from her beautiful eyes. After a long while, Yang Xiaorong finally came to her senses and looked at Zhao Tianhao, saying, "Master, from now on, I will only live for you."
Looking at the earnest pregnant woman before him, Zhao Tianhao was surprisingly moved.
Zhao Tianhao didn't say anything, just smiled, and continued his sexual activity with her, as if this was the best reward he could give her.
That evening, when Zhao Tianhao returned home, Madam Wang told him about Gu Jia.
She said her son wanted to attend kindergarten and wanted her help with the application, and then mentioned that the elevator was broken that day.
It wasn't fixed by the time she went to the party, and she mentioned that Gu Jia had accompanied her downstairs.
Zhao Tianhao said, "Let's leave it like this for now."
"I understand," Madam Wang replied without asking why, quickly helping Zhao Tianhao change and attentively serving him.
The next day, when Gu Jia came to visit, Zhao Tianhao had gone to work and hadn't received any definite answer from Madam Wang. Gu Jia looked anxious.
Kindergarten has already started, but her child hasn't completed the enrollment procedures yet. If this drags on any longer, it could be a year late.
Gu Jia didn't want her child to be a year late.
So she ran around all morning and afternoon, trying different ways to make the desserts Mrs. Wang liked, since she was a full-time housewife.
But she received no reply. Today, Zhao Tianhao's car arrived. The Aston Martin One-77 had arrived, and the Koenigsegg One was still under negotiation. It would probably be back soon.
Looking at the streamlined sports car body and beautiful appearance, wasn't this the romance of a car enthusiast?
That evening, Zhao Tianhao didn't have a driver take him; instead, he drove his beloved Aston Martin to Junyu Mansion.
The unique, comfortable engine sound, full of street-driving excitement, and the incredibly cool body—many car enthusiasts recognized this supercar, which was basically impossible to buy even with money.
Everyone immediately spread out, afraid of scratching it. Although Shanghai has many wealthy people, money isn't something to burn; there's no need to.
Not to mention the license plates of the cars ahead: 沪H66666. There's also 沪H88888, which belongs to a Koenigsegg.
The "H" is Hao, right? Zhao Tianhao didn't go for the "A." Just by looking at those license plates, you know this is a car you can't mess with. Everyone made way, keeping a safe distance from Zhao Tianhao.
This resulted in Zhao Tianhao experiencing the feeling of driving a sports car on a dedicated racetrack on the highway during the congested rush hour.
As Zhao Tianhao crossed an intersection, he saw a BMW parked ahead, with a couple arguing in front of it.
When he saw the woman scratch a long mark on the BMW with something, the man became so angry that he almost attacked her.