"You are mistaken then. I don't just have no issue with police officers who work diligently; I respect them." Wang Zhuo chuckled darkly. "I only hold a prejudice against those worthless individuals who won't lift a finger unless there's something in it for them, the ones who do nothing when trouble arises.

Isn't Jiangzhou short on manpower? These fellows, neglecting their actual duties, are out here doing this in the middle of the night, and even moonlighting on the side. Do you think I need to give them a pleasant reception?" Ruan Mingqing immediately shook her head.

After hearing Wang Zhuo's analysis, she also felt those three deserved a beating—the kind that really needed delivering. Wang Zhuo started the car, saying coldly, "These three were driving a private vehicle with a covered license plate, and they’d clearly been drinking. They belong to two different departments, Public Security and City Management.

When I asked if this was joint enforcement, they didn't dare utter a sound. This is clearly them coming out privately to hustle some extra cash, looking to catch a few couples having an affair to shake them down for protection money. It’s already showing restraint that I didn’t break their legs." Ruan Mingqing managed an awkward smile, just about to speak, when one of the police officers' mobile phones rang.

Wang Zhuo glanced in the rearview mirror. Jiang Gongguo and the other two had just gotten back into their van. The third mobile phone they left in the car remained untouched where it was, so this call clearly wasn't from them.

"Put it on speakerphone, but don't say anything," Wang Zhuo instructed Ruan Mingqing. Ruan Mingqing complied and pressed the speaker button. The other end first carried a muffled murmur of private conversation, which suddenly stopped.

Then, a deferential, middle-aged woman’s voice spoke: "Officer Jiang, we have the two-thousand-yuan deposit ready. Are you coming to collect it personally, or should we bring it over to you?" Hearing no response from this end, the mother asked tentatively twice, then politely inquired a few more times. When there was still silence, she finally hung up the phone.

Wang Zhuo let out a dry laugh. "Do you think this deposit will come with a receipt or any official documentation?" Ruan Mingqing offered a wry smile and shook her head. Only then did a chilling realization hit her: if Wang Zhuo hadn't been with her tonight, the person preparing the twenty thousand yuan wouldn't just have been the woman on the phone; she likely would have been included as well.

"Those three are quite clever," Wang Zhuo remarked, pulling the car onto the main road as he analyzed offhand. "Catching common thieves is boring—all effort, no credit. Chasing down reckless robbers is life-threatening...

those guys carry knives. But catching people engaging in 'car fun' is fast money. You can really bleed those caught in an extramarital affair dry, and it’s safe, fun, and exciting." Ruan Mingqing chuckled helplessly, acknowledging that what Wang Zhuo said was entirely plausible.

Thinking from the perspective of a woman caught cheating, forget twenty thousand; if the demand was two hundred thousand, she'd probably scramble to prepare it immediately! Wang Zhuo suddenly raised an eyebrow and grinned slyly, "Turn on the BU and see how much they recorded. Anything interesting in there?" Ruan Mingqing’s heart gave a stir, and she too became intrigued.

Opportunities to peek into someone else's private life like this were rare. Prompted by Wang Zhuo, she found herself intensely curious about the BU’s contents. Taking a look, she certainly discovered a treasure trove.

Both BU devices used flash memory cards for storage, making operation extremely simple. She opened one immediately and started viewing from the earliest recording. Among the several dozen clips stored, one out of every two seemed to be a 'car fun' scene, with content varying widely—all sorts of unexpected things.

She watched with keen interest. Wang Zhuo occasionally glanced at her through the rearview mirror, smiling good-naturedly without interrupting. "Oh, my!" The pretty widow suddenly exclaimed, her face flushing as she chided, "How come there are two men in this one?" **Hua?

Wang Zhuo’s curiosity was instantly piqued. He reached his right hand back. "Let me see." "No way," Ruan Mingqing shifted away, laughing.

"It’s disgusting; I'm deleting it." "Don't delete it yet," Wang Zhuo quickly insisted. "Keep it as evidence; I haven't decided to let those scum go yet." Ruan Mingqing let out a soft 'oh' and continued watching the videos, broadening her horizons. There were hua styles in the videos she hadn't experienced, people she couldn't have imagined, and novelties she hadn't even heard of.

The plot lines were full of twists, utterly captivating, and impossible to stop watching. Finally finishing all the videos, she looked up and smiled at Wang Zhuo. "Hey, catching car cheaters isn't as unsavory as you made it sound.

They even caught two drug users once." "Tch," Wang Zhuo scoffed. "Then why didn't they barge into people's homes to catch them? They could definitely find drug users there, maybe even seize some illegal firearms." Ruan Mingqing laughed and nodded, asking, "Where are we going now?" "Taking you back to the hotel," Wang Zhuo replied.

Ruan Mingqing looked out the car window, uncertain. "Are you sure you're not going the wrong way?" "Not wrong," Wang Zhuo chuckled low. "Before that, I want to treat you to a late-night snack." Does ordering a late-night snack require such a strange laugh?

Ruan Mingqing immediately understood: this naughty boy wasn't done playing yet; he intended to find another spot to continue! The implication of 'late-night snack' made Ruan Mingqing's cheeks flush scarlet again. Her salivary glands uncontrollably flooded, producing saliva like a burst dam, quickly filling her mouth.

She swallowed hard, remembering that some of his essence was mixed in with her own saliva, giving her an intense urge to find a crack in the earth to crawl into. She chastised herself: Ruan Mingqing, Ruan Mingqing, you are truly going overboard tonight! Not just saliva—she felt a tide rising deep in her thighs.

At this moment, she thought of Cao Xueqin, the great predecessor who used Jia Baoyu to describe women as being made of water. Wasn't that true? When a woman is being a woman, the surge of water is truly unstoppable!

As for the second half of the saying, that men are made of mud, she felt a word needed correcting: it should be, "Men are fired from mud," which was a better description. While Zeng Yan couldn't achieve that, Wang Zhuo was an outstanding representative—hard as fired clay. The term 'car fun' is called that because the car shakes.

Hong chang fa cai an—this isn't stating the obvious. This newly acquired Audi B3 that Wang Zhuo owned boasted the world's most accommodating system for 'car fun'; otherwise, it wouldn't be nicknamed the Audi Bed. This vehicle not only came equipped with a front windshield curtain, a perfect bed, and various common or uncommon features, but it also included an adjustable suspension system—capable of bending and flexing, of being soft or hard.

This provided the owner with the optimal driving experience. At slower speeds, one could use the softer suspension setting; small bumps or dips wouldn't cause much jarring, ensuring comfort. At higher speeds, the stiff suspension was necessary, otherwise, cornering would result in a severe tilting sensation, like riding a roller coaster.

But when engaging in 'car fun,' it was entirely up to mood. The hard suspension mode could minimize the degree of body movement, achieving a steady platform. The soft suspension mode allowed one to enjoy a floating sensation.

Thus, the adjustable suspension, which allowed one to have both fish and bear's paw, became the favorite feature. It can be seen that in some news reports about 'car fun,' journalists often not only provide pictures as proof but also use detailed prose to describe the amplitude, timing, and rhythm of the car's movement—even using these details to analyze the man's sexual prowess. This method is unscientific.

If the suspension is set soft, the amplitude of shaking will be large; conversely, if the shaking amplitude is small, it does not indicate poor male ability; it only means the suspension was tuned hard. Wang Zhuo preferred using the hard suspension for 'car fun.' This provided a clearer sensation and a sense of power; the rhythm wouldn't be disrupted by the car body rocking along with his movements. Guan Yingying also favored this feeling, aligning perfectly with Wang Zhuo.

Qi Fei and Gan Shuang, however, preferred the soft suspension, describing it as a sensation of drifting, feeling as if they were flying when climaxing. As for Siyuan, she hadn't even grasped what suspension was. Furthermore, her personality was severely fixed: what Wang Zhuo liked, she liked.

Even if the hard suspension bruised her backside, she would probably perceive it as a form of bliss... To Wang Zhuo’s surprise, Ruan Mingqing also liked the hard suspension. She described the hard suspension as being like a traditional earthen kang bed in the countryside, whereas the soft suspension was like a spring mattress.

A soft mattress wasn't as satisfying as a kangk bed covered with just a thin quilt. Wang Zhuo found her analysis quite insightful. Inside a luxury suite at a certain hotel, Wang Zhuo reclined against the headboard in his favorite position, two pillows supporting his back, his hair still slightly damp.

He held a DV player snatched from the police scum, watching the recording within. Just as Ruan Mingqing mentioned, one of the recordings featured two men as protagonists. However, it wasn't what he had initially imagined involving yin and yang union, but rather a scene mirroring his and Ruan Mingqing’s current situation.

As he watched the recording, he praised her progress. The thick curtains blocked the room, and the lights were off. She assumed he could only see the DV content and not her face, so she continued to surrender, comforting herself in this belief.

Daybreak arrived. Wang Zhuo slept soundly, a look of serene satisfaction lingering at the corner of his mouth. He held a pillow close, completely naked, sleeping like a child.

"Infant-like sleep…" Ruan Mingqing watched his posture, feeling a faint warmth in her heart. She stood up, tossing her long, beautiful hair back, letting it fall like a silken cascade. She walked to the large vanity mirror and gazed at the face before her—familiar yet unfamiliar—lost in thought for a moment.

It was a beautiful face. While it might not be capable of overturning dynasties, it possessed the confidence of one in a thousand. Nourished by the night's intimate mingling, though she hadn't closed her eyes, she glowed with more radiance than the day before, more lustrous and dewy than after a fresh spa treatment, brimming with youthful vitality and spirited energy.

The spa advertisements often promised "the relaxation of body, mind, and spirit," "losing oneself completely," "forgetting all worries, as if reborn." She had never experienced these feelings before, yet now they returned to her all at once. She couldn't help but curve her lips upwards, recalling something she had said to Wang Zhuo last night. My first half of life was lived in vain.

After a thorough shower in the bathroom, she felt as if she had been reborn; her entire body radiated a different kind of vitality. She realized how immense a man's magic could be; a mere few milliliters of essence could bring about such a profound change in her! "Eating it can make you beautiful," his mischievous laughter still echoed in her ears.

She couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle, letting her tongue sweep over her lips, as if tasting that indescribable flavor once more...