"It’s the way of the world these days, alas," Qin Jingzhong sighed, waving his hand fan with resignation. "Morals are declining, and hearts have grown cold. A mere section chief dares to accept such expensive gifts, and that’s just what’s visible. Who knows how deep the corruption runs behind closed doors."

"Are those tea leaves really worth over ten thousand yuan?" Wang Zhuo sounded skeptical.

"Probably more," Guan Yingying shook her head. "My dad bought some the year before last; it was fifteen thousand then."

"And he still wanted our giant soft-shelled turtle," Qin Siqing huffed. "There’s no doubt the boss surnamed Jia paid the money, but it was the one surnamed Shen who dipped his chopsticks in."

"Exactly. If they can't finish it, they’ll have to pack the leftovers," Wang Zhuo, always adept at presuming the worst of human nature, said this without hesitation.

"Let's not talk about him," Qin Siqing suddenly smiled. "With them gone, the rooms are free. Brother Wang Zhuo, Sister Guan, you have rooms tonight; no need to sleep in the car."

Wang Zhuo chuckled and said, "I actually didn't want to sleep in their rooms."

Guan Yingying also smiled, "Me neither, really."

"Then let those two switch places and vacate their rooms for you," Qin Jingzhong gestured toward the two security guards playing chess outside the window.

"Actually, I was just saying; no need to trouble anyone," Wang Zhuo waved his hand with a smile.

The resort rooms were structured as one-bedroom or two-bedroom apartments. Wang Zhuo and Guan Yingying were close, so sharing a two-bedroom apartment wouldn't raise many eyebrows.

Of course, if someone like Fei Long got wind of it, what he might imagine is best left unsaid.

That evening, they had a dinner of boiled fish, followed by card games, chess, and conversation, breaking up close to eleven. Wang Zhuo was invincible at the card table; although Qin Siqing was smart, she was completely suppressed by him, unable to resist. As for how badly Guan Yingying, Zhen Jin, Qin Jingzhong, and Xiao Ping—the big fish—were cleaned out, that goes without saying...

Bidding farewell to Qin Jingzhong and the others, Wang Zhuo and Guan Yingying walked back to the rooms vacated by Shen Feng and his group, tracing the gravel path under the moonlight.

In the various resort rooms, some buzzed with late-night conversation, others were brightly lit. Sounds of drinking games, mahjong tiles clicking, and cheers occasionally drifted over, creating a uniquely relaxed atmosphere.

Once the door was shut, Guan Yingying turned to Wang Zhuo. "I’m showering first. Don’t you dare peek!"

"Let's shower together. I'll scrub your back," Wang Zhuo grinned wickedly.

"Dream on, you wish," Guan Yingying shot him a look and headed toward the bathroom.

Behind her, a sharp slapping sound suddenly echoed. She turned to see Wang Zhuo flicking a mosquito, now reduced to pulp, off his palm with his fingernail.

"A striped black mosquito," Wang Zhuo frowned. "These things bite viciously; one sting can leave a welt the size of your fingertip."

Before the words fully faded, another mosquito buzzed merrily between them, its white leg markings clearly visible. Wang Zhuo lunged forward, smack, and killed it instantly.

"Oh no," Guan Yingying's eyes suddenly focused, and she spun around, running quickly toward the bedroom.

As soon as she entered, she stamped her foot in frustration. The window was wide open, and the mosquito net above had been pulled up. Warm night air flowed freely through the opening, where two or three mosquitoes danced happily near the sill.

She rushed over to pull the net down. Wang Zhuo entered the room then, giving a wry smile. "Don't bother. Look up."

Guan Yingying tilted her neck back. The ceiling was covered with every imaginable flying insect—mosquitoes, moths, small beetles, and flies. Mosquitoes were the most numerous: tall, short, fat, thin, black, white, gray, and striped—a complete collection.

"How is anyone supposed to sleep in this place? The mosquitoes are practically waiting for a feast," Wang Zhuo shrugged helplessly.

A mosquito, buzzing with the sound of a bomber plane, zeroed in on Guan Yingying. Every hair on her body stood on end, and she frantically waved her arms several times.

She kept swinging her arms and kicking her legs, terrified of being attacked on the sensitive skin, lamenting, "What do we do? There are too many; we can't fight them all."

"Let's go back to the car. There are no mosquitoes in the car," Wang Zhuo spread his hands.

"Fine," Guan Yingying agreed instantly, adding indignantly, "Those jerks have no consideration; they left without even closing the windows!"

"It’s fine that they didn't close them. I was looking forward to testing out our new ride anyway," Wang Zhuo laughed.

Guan Yingying felt the same way and nodded. "Then what are we waiting for? Let's go."

They walked under the moonlight on the small, broken-stone path to the resort’s front parking lot. Lined up beneath the tall poplar trees was a row of vehicles, among which the Mercedes RV stood out as the most eye-catching and largest. Compared to it, the nearby Hummer H2 looked like a mere child.

The parking lot was silent. Seeing people approach, the night watchman quickly lit his flashlight and hurried over.

Recognizing Wang Zhuo and Guan Yingying, he greeted them with a smile. "You're here to collect something?"

Wang Zhuo shook his head with a wry smile. "The windows weren't closed, and a thousand mosquitoes flew in. We have to sleep in the car tonight."

The watchman nodded sympathetically, simultaneously envying how they had an RV to sleep in when their room got invaded by bugs, while he had to endure the harassment of mosquitoes while guarding the vehicles—truly the difference between heaven and earth.

After the pair got into the RV, a soft light emanated from inside. The watchman, looking barely in his early twenties, watched the RV's tinted windows with envy, wondering what it would be like to make love to a woman in such a luxurious vehicle.

He returned to his chair under the large sun umbrella, fantasizing about the scene unfolding inside the car. That polite young man was about his age; his physique was excellent—he wondered how long he could last in one session?

Also, the car was eighteen meters long, with so many tires; the balance and shock absorption must be quite good. Having sex in a vehicle that large certainly wouldn't make it shake, would it?

While he was lost in thought, a soft click came from the Hummer H2 parked next to the luxury RV, and the rear door gently swung open, revealing a bare-chested young man in just boxer shorts.

The young man got out, turned, and gently closed the door. In the moment he turned, the watchman caught a fleeting glimpse of a slender, snowy-white figure inside the car.

That was the woman the young man had secretly met earlier. The watchman recalled her seductive beauty and the unrestrained moans that had drifted over during the extended lovemaking session, causing an unwanted erection to stiffen in his trousers.

The young man stretched, lit a cigarette, and started walking toward the watchman. The watchman quickly stood up to meet him.

"Here, have one," the young man offered him a pack of Yipin Huangshan cigarettes. The watchman accepted with overwhelmed gratitude, lit one, and took a deep, satisfying drag.

"Anyone in the RV?" The young man nodded toward the vehicle behind him.

"Yeah," the watchman replied with a smile. "They just got back about ten minutes ago. Said their room got full of mosquitoes, so they're sleeping in the car tonight."

"Heh heh, what a luxury," the young man smiled with some envy, patted his slightly bulging stomach, and said, "I think I'll go over and pay a visit, get acquainted."

"I think it would be better tomorrow," the watchman advised quickly.

"Oh?" Seeing the implication in his tone, the young man asked, "Why not now?"

"Heh heh," the watchman chuckled dryly. "They're a man and a woman too."

The young man paused, then burst into laughter. He had brought his woman here an hour ago for some private car time and hadn't bothered to check if the parking lot was occupied. And since his car was so close to where the watchman was standing, their lovemaking naturally hadn't escaped the guard's notice.

Now, the watchman’s comment clearly implied that the other pair was doing the exact same thing he was. Thinking from their perspective, if someone knocked on his door right in the middle of things to introduce themselves and make friends, he certainly wouldn't react positively.

Considering that the couple in the RV might currently be engaged in passionate battle, the kind of reception he might receive if he barged in was easy to imagine.

He turned and looked at the enormous RV for a moment, then turned back to the watchman and asked, "Did my car shake much?"

"It shook," the watchman answered honestly. "And quite noticeably; I could see it clearly from over here."

Saying that, he gave a thumbs-up. "Brother, you're amazing. I was watching my watch; it shook for almost an hour!"

The young man burst into hearty laughter. While the watchman saying his car shook noticeably could imply criticism of the Hummer's poor suspension, it was also a veiled compliment, praising his virility.

Naturally, he preferred the latter interpretation. As for how good the Hummer's suspension was, that was the car manufacturer's problem, not his fault.

"You sure know how to talk, kid," he pulled out the remaining half of his cigarette pack and tossed it to the watchman with a wicked grin. "Keep an eye on this RV for me, and tomorrow tell me how long they shook."

"You got it," the watchman agreed happily, quickly pocketing the cigarettes.

The young man and his companion walked away arm-in-arm, their arms intertwined behind their backs, occasionally reaching into each other's shorts to "assault" one another, both issuing happy laughter.

The watchman watched them until they disappeared from sight, then adjusted his tightly stretched trousers and returned his attention to the RV.

Just then, Guan Yingying emerged from the bathroom. She saw Wang Zhuo, bare-chested, kneeling before one of the windows, peering out through a monocular night-vision scope. He hadn't even turned on a light; the room was steeped in darkness.

"What are you looking at?" Guan Yingying asked curiously as she approached.

"Quick, come here, there’s something fun to see," Wang Zhuo said with a wicked smile, making room for her and gesturing for her to look through the scope.

Seeing his expression, Guan Yingying immediately suspected that the scoundrel was secretly watching some couple who forgot to draw their curtains performing that act—how vulgar.

While thinking Wang Zhuo was vulgar, her curiosity was piqued, mixed with a sense of novelty and excitement. Thus, she involuntarily leaned toward the night-vision scope and peered out with one eye...