The mountains of Chuancheng were shrouded in mist, with low visibility. After Rong Yan and her group checked in, they wanted to look at the distant scenery from the balcony, but found that they couldn't see anything more than ten meters away.
The two of them kept getting message notifications on their phones. Rong Yan knew without even looking that the truth about the counterfeit goods sold in Fu's live stream had come out, and the messages in the background must be all about it right now.
Fu Jingsheng hugged Rong Yan from behind: "Even if the truth comes out, the live broadcast room will not be opened again. I want to focus more on my family."
Rong Yan placed her hand on her husband's arm and looked up slightly: "Me too. The taller the tree, the more the wind blows. Fu Jingsheng, let's not talk about work anymore. These past few days, all I've been thinking about is how to get through this crisis. Let's relax."
The man raised an eyebrow: "How do I relax?"
He placed his hand on Rong Yan's waist and touched it: "Is that so?"
"Or?" The man bent his knees, the gun pressed against Rong Yan.
The woman gasped. How could they have developed feelings for each other so quickly during a perfectly normal conversation?
She took a step forward, putting some distance between herself and Fu Jingsheng: "Hold on until the afternoon."
Fu Jingsheng leaned forward; "Can't hold on, wife."
Rong Yan couldn't resist Fu Jingsheng's arousal, and the two embraced on the balcony.
“There’s a mountain spring in this courtyard, why don’t we take a soak?” Fu Jingsheng suddenly thought.
Rong Yan replied unconsciously, "You want to do bad things in the spring."
The man did not deny that the room they booked was right by the mountain spring, in a secluded courtyard where no one could see them.
The mountain spring water was especially cool in summer. Rong Yan sat on a small stone, the spring water reaching her ankles, while Fu Jingsheng sat directly in the water.
A hand slid across the woman's back.
Rong Yan pretended to be calm, but her heart was already in turmoil. She was struggling with where the spring water flowed to, whether it was drinking water, and if so, wouldn't they be struck by lightning if they did something here?
Fu Jingsheng guessed what his wife was thinking. He got up and looked down in the direction of the water flow. He found that the water only circulated in the yard. He told Rong Yan about it.
"This water won't flow down the mountain." The man picked up Rong Yan and sat her on his lap.
The spring water reached up to the waists of the two people sitting there. Unlike the turbulent waves of the sea, the slowly flowing spring water was gentle and soothing, like a tickle on the skin.
Rong Yan's clothes were soaking wet and clung to her body, while Fu Jingsheng... bounced around.
He wanted to get straight to the point, but fearing that Rong Yan's feelings weren't strong enough, the man lifted the woman's hair and kissed her neck.
His tongue lightly touched the woman's fair skin, his teeth occasionally clenched together, and his hand hooked the woman's chin. Rong Yan had her back to Fu Jingsheng and lowered her head.
The distant mist was blown away by the wind, and the outline of the mountains could be vaguely seen. She felt as if she were in a fairyland. The tingling sensation of her senses combined with the beauty of the sight made the heat even more and more obvious, even though she was half underwater.
Fu Jingsheng's tongue wandered to the woman's back, nibbling at her spine, while his hand moved down from her chin, stopping in front of Rong Yan and kneading her repeatedly.
Um……
Rong Yan's lips parted slightly, and soft moans escaped her lips. The man stretched his neck and silenced her with a kiss.
The groan was swallowed by his throat.
Saliva dripped from the corners of his lips, mingling with the cascading spring water and flowing through the courtyard.
Fu Jingsheng lifted the woman's skirt, unable to tell for a moment whether the slippery feeling was natural or caused by the spring water.
Rong Yan's mind conjured up images of protagonists from martial arts novels making love in springs while roaming the martial world, and her ears burned with embarrassment.
Fu Jingsheng's cheek touched the warmth of the woman's face, and he teased, "Thinking about it?"
The woman remained noncommittal; who doesn't like a wild side?
Her fingernails dug into the man's thigh, twisting them: "Fu Jingsheng, you're a scoundrel."
Fu Jingsheng laughed: "To call a man a rogue is to affirm his ability in that area, to admit that you are praising me. Let's go for something even more rogue."
The man supported her buttocks as they leaned against the mountain.
Spring water poured down onto his head, and Fu Jingsheng used his large hand to shield it, with a few streams of water slowly sliding down between his fingers.
He kissed her in the flowing spring water.
As the water flowed past her nose, Rong Yan felt like she was about to suffocate. She turned her head to the side and said, "Fu Jingsheng, let's go to the pool."
She doesn't like BDSM.
Fu Jingsheng lifted her by the back and returned her to the pool. He then turned the woman's body over so that the two of them sat facing each other in the center.
A thin mist enveloped the surroundings, and within the mist, two people were tightly entwined.
My phone was vibrating nearby.
An hour later, Fu Jingsheng cleaned up the scene and wrapped himself and Rong Yan in bath towels. Sitting in the hanging basket, he noticed several missed calls on the screen.
The entrance to Yushui Bay was blocked by reporters.
Fu Jingsheng returned the call.
Han Yue answered the call immediately: "Son, if you don't call me back, I'm going to call the police."
Fu Jingsheng pretended to have something to do to appease his mother, and then inquired about the situation at Yushui Bay.
Han Yue stood in the courtyard, video chatting with Fu Jingsheng, the camera pointed outside the courtyard.
The reporters stood in a row.
"See? They wanted to interview you. I told them you weren't home, but they insisted on waiting. The security guards couldn't get them to leave, and I didn't call the police. We're in a very dangerous situation, so we didn't dare do anything. My whole family stayed home and didn't dare go out." Han Yue sighed.
She knows these reporters; if you try to chase them away and accidentally run into them, they might fabricate some kind of article.
So everyone just stuck in the stalemate. At least they had food and drink at home, while the others were standing outside. They didn't believe they could stand there until tomorrow.
"I'll handle this. You all stay here and don't go out." Fu Jingsheng planned to ask a friend from Tiancheng to go to his house.
"I should have known better than to come back today. I still have to pick up Xiao Lei and the others later," Han Yue muttered.
"Call the teacher and ask them to answer later."
After hanging up the phone, Fu Jingsheng contacted He Wei and immediately called the police to remove the reporter.
Rong Yan listened to the whole thing from the side. Even after moving to the suburbs, there was still no privacy. Was she going to leave Tiancheng?
What's wrong with security at Royal Bay? Or are these reporters just incredibly resourceful and always manage to sneak in?
Rong Yan had the idea of moving again.
The original plan was to spend a day in Sichuan, but it was canceled immediately after a reporter came to visit.
The two checked out of the hotel and bought the next available plane tickets to Tiancheng.
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Lu Kai's office.
When Liang Jia brought the medicine, Lu Kai immediately knocked over a glass and stabbed himself in the hand with a shard of glass: "We were just one step away, but Fu Jingsheng actually found out about Hu Yu, and the truck driver even changed his story."
Liang Jia quickly brought over a first-aid kit to disinfect and bandage the man.
He grabbed Liang Jia by the neck with one hand: "Don't move."
“Sir, we still have a way.” The woman said while coughing, “My friend said that Songshan Clinic will not be open for a while. The patients’ problems have not been resolved, but have just been suppressed. Why don’t we add fuel to the fire? I have the contact information of other patients who have had problems.”
Lu Kai let go: "I'm sorry, Jiajia, my emotions are unstable again."
Liang Jia held the man's hand and licked his wound: "It's okay."
He lifted Liang Jia onto the table and went straight to her: "Jiajia, you're all I have left."
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