nycdaug Chapter 492: Fighting!
Chapter 492: Fighting!
Luo Yun lowered her head slightly and lit the cigarette using the flame in his hand.
She took a deep breath, and her bright red lips slowly exhaled a bluish-white smoke. Her cheeks, still flushed with emotion, were made even more languid and alluring by the swirling smoke.
Chen Long stared at her intently, his heart burning with passion. He had pursued her for so long, and today he had finally achieved his wish and made her his woman.
"Sister Yun, how...how did I do?"
He leaned closer, asking with a hint of seeking praise and flattery.
Luo Yun chuckled softly, glanced at him, and her eyes held a hint of mockery:
"What a little brat."
"How am I small?"
Chen Long was somewhat unwilling, feeling an urge to pull back the covers and show himself, yet also eager to retort.
"I think you're quite... quite... well, Sister Yun, let me marry you. I promise I'll treat you well, give you happiness, give you joy, give you everything you want."
Luo Yun giggled, her full breasts swaying gently with her laughter, exuding endless charm. She didn't directly respond to his proposal.
"Xiaolong, I've been divorced twice already. I'm not young anymore, I'm getting old!"
"What are you laughing at? Sister Yun, you're not old at all, and I don't care that you're divorced. I'm telling the truth!"
Chen Long's face flushed red, whether from lingering passion or from being excited by the rosy vision of the future, it was hard to tell.
"Don't you want to be like those big bosses in Hong Kong, living in a villa on the Peak with a huge swimming pool, driving imported luxury cars, and having a large number of servants and bodyguards at home? Can't we do that now?"
"Look at that deal yesterday, we easily made 500,000. A few more deals and villas, luxury cars—it'll be a piece of cake!"
He became more and more excited as he spoke, his eyes shining. He had never imagined that money could come so easily in his entire life.
So "fast"!
Luo Yun simply gave a nonchalant "hmm" and flicked her cigarette ash: "Xiao Long, our method is indeed quick to make money, but it's also quite risky. If the group or some outsiders keep an eye on us and find out... we could go to jail, or even lose our heads. Your father will also be implicated."
Their methods for making money weren't particularly sophisticated. They mainly registered a shell trading company in Hong Kong Island, and then used her position in the trading department of Zheng Rong Group, as well as Chen Long's father's background and connections as a senior executive of the group, to "sell" the group's scarce goods to this shell company at prices far below market value.
The shell companies then resell the goods at market price or even higher, and the huge "price difference" flows into their own pockets without anyone noticing.
The process was meticulously designed and the accounting was handled, making it appear flawless on the surface. However, to a discerning person, the trickery involved in this left-hand-to-right-hand exchange was not difficult to detect.
However, with one person in charge of the specific operations and the other providing internal protection, they were able to temporarily deceive everyone by working together from the inside and outside.
Chen Long didn't take it seriously:
"Sister Yun, didn't you say everything was arranged and there wouldn't be any problems? That Li Yuanchao, he's been using similar tricks, and he's much bolder than us, but he hasn't gotten into any trouble."
"It's better to be safe than sorry. There's no such thing as absolute security in this world," Luo Yun said calmly.
"That's not a problem!"
Chen Long spoke with certainty.
“I’m my dad’s only son. Do you think he’d just stand by and watch me get into trouble? If something really happens, wouldn’t he protect me? Let’s hurry up and make as much money as we can. Once we’ve saved enough, we can immediately fly away to a foreign country. With enough money, we can live a carefree life anywhere. We can bring my parents over then. Wouldn’t that be a hundred times better than being stuck with that meager salary and living in that cramped apartment provided by my workplace?”
Luo Yun looked at the young man in front of her, who was somewhat excited by money, desire, and women, and a complex emotion flashed in her eyes.
At first, she kept him hanging on, giving him small treats like holding hands and kissing. Her main goal was to completely tie him, especially the powerful old man behind him, to her side.
Now that the younger one is already mired in a quagmire and unable to extricate himself, how can the older one remain unscathed?
They can only be dragged down step by step.
To win Chen Long's complete devotion and have her body given to him, it wasn't a big deal. She'd slept with plenty of men in her life; one more wouldn't make a difference.
Young, obedient, energetic... Hmm, she just experienced it and was quite satisfied.
Thinking of this, she stubbed out her cigarette in the ashtray, stretched out her arms, hooked them around Chen Long's neck, a half-smile on her face, and spoke in a soft, seductive voice:
"Then... let's make more money, and then we can go far away and live our carefree lives."
"Ok!"
Chen Long nodded heavily, his breathing becoming rapid again as he looked at the curvaceous and alluring body beneath him.
"Sister Yun, I...I still want to..."
"bring it on……"
Luo Yun closed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling slightly.
"Ouch...be gentle, it hurts...be gentle..." In the room, Zhou Xiaobai leaned against the headboard, her brows slightly furrowed.
Zhong Yuemin sat on the edge of the bed. His wife had sprained her ankle, and he was carefully applying medicine to it and gently massaging her swollen ankle.
"Bear with it for a little while, otherwise the medicine won't penetrate and won't be effective."
Zhong Yuemin didn't lessen his grip, but he made a sarcastic remark.
"Keep it down, or the neighbors will hear and think we're doing that in broad daylight."
Zhou Xiaobai rolled her eyes at him, annoyed.
"Your head is always full of such nonsense!"
"You said you were too,"
Zhong Yuemin continued talking to himself, rubbing and scolding as he went.
"They have a car at home but insist on riding a bicycle. Now look what happened! Not only did they fall, but they also sprained their ankle. Weren't they just asking for trouble?"
"I sit in the office all day. If I don't move around, I'll really rust."
Zhou Xiaobai explained, then looked down and pinched her side, looking somewhat worried.
"Look at my waist, it feels like I've gained a whole size... You won't mind, will you?"
Upon hearing this, Zhong Yuemin paused in his actions, looked up at her, and his eyes held a mixture of mockery and seriousness:
"A little plump is good, I like it. Otherwise, it's dry and uncomfortable to hold. If I really disliked it, would I be bothering you every night?" As she spoke, her hand, which wasn't covered in the medicated oil, moved upwards as if to launch a sneak attack.
"Get lost!" Zhou Xiaobai blushed and slapped his restless hand away.
"Not serious!"
Just then, little Ling'er came running in from outside, holding a bright red candied hawthorn in one hand and a sugar figurine of Sun Wukong in the other. Her little mouth was sticky from eating, and there were glistening sugar stains on the corners of her lips. She excitedly ran to the bedside to show off her treasures:
"Mom, Dad, look! Grandpa bought this delicious food for me!"