Song Shiyu had a really intense day. They say women in their thirties are like wolves and in their forties like tigers, and he'd certainly experienced firsthand how fierce and powerful women could be; they almost drained him dry. Plus, he'd exhausted himself during the day, and before Xingping's wife could even be satisfied, he was asleep, snoring loudly.

Xingping's wife curled her lip in disgust, but she endured it for the sake of money. She would definitely find a young man when she had money.

In the latter half of the night, Song Shiyu, having had enough sleep, looked at the little beauty and couldn't help but tease her a bit more. Then, he hugged the beauty and discussed going to her mother's village to attract investment.

Xingping's wife wasn't stupid either. Leaning against her ample breasts, she asked, "So what benefits will you give me?"

Song Shiyu: "You little vixen, I've given you everything, what more do you want?"

Xingping's wife asked, "Then you'll let me manage your money?"

"Here, here, everything that's mine is yours. I get a two-cent commission on the investments I bring in, so it's all yours, okay?" Song Shiyu was very generous. He really liked Xingping's wife; she was young, beautiful, and knew how to please him.

"Really? Brother Yu~~"

Before Song Shiyu could react, Xingping's wife crawled into bed.

This part cannot be omitted; Song Shiyu felt that all her previous days had been wasted.

"Brother Yu, can you give me three points?" Xingping's wife seized the opportunity to make a request.

"If you do this every day, I'll give you five points."

Xingping's wife really went all out; she almost sent Song Shiyu away.

The bed creaked all night, keeping the two young, strong men awake all night, scratching at the walls with a constant groaning.

When the alarm clock rang in the morning, Song Shiyu struggled to get out of bed. His wife Xingping's two older brothers had arranged to arrive at the company early today, and he had to go and greet them.

"Honey, I'll come back to pick you up after I've finished entertaining your brother, and we'll go to your village." Looking at Xingping's wife's swollen lips, Song Shiyu was very proud. Sure enough, finding a young woman made him feel younger. This feeling was wonderful.

Xingping's wife groaned from exhaustion and held out her hand, "Five cents!"

Song Shiyu smiled indulgently, "Little money-grubber, as long as you serve me well, you'll get your share."

Xingping's wife thought to herself, "You're all better now, but I'm not. I'll just have a quick dip in the hot pot and it'll be over."

Song Shiyu quickly washed up and prepared to leave. Her eldest son, sporting dark circles under his eyes, got up and said, "Dad, get me some money."

"What do you need money for? You never go out," Song Shiyu retorted without thinking.

The eldest son glanced at his room and said, "Dad, you're a man who doesn't understand the hunger of a starving man. I'm a grown man too."

Song Shiyu coughed awkwardly a few times. He couldn't discuss this with his son, so he took out a few hundred yuan from his pocket and stuffed it into his eldest son's hand, wanting him to go with his younger son. But he didn't want to say it, so he left awkwardly.

The eldest son quickly got dressed and rushed downstairs.

When the youngest son heard no movement from inside, he walked around the rooms shirtless and wearing only his underwear, and finally went into his father's room.

Various sounds came from inside the house...

Song Shiyu forgot her keys when she left, so she knocked on the door when she got home.

The two people inside were terrified, and the younger son scurried out of the house like an eel.

Xingping's wife calmed her breathing, crumpled the tangled bed sheet into a ball, threw it into the bathroom, and hurriedly put on her clothes.