"Liu Jieming, you really aren't afraid of me, are you?" Wang Zhuo let out a slight sneer, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes.

"If you ask me, he has no idea we’re monitoring him, or he would have fled long ago," Siyuan covered her mouth to stifle a laugh, slipping deftly through the crack in the door and walking toward the sofa.

Bai Lu was both shy and flustered. She hastily grabbed a top draped over the sofa and threw it over her head.

"Let me see, where has this Liu fellow gotten to?" Wang Zhuo winked at Siyuan, giving the little demoness a chance to observe if she wanted to see.

Upon reaching him, Siyuan handed the tablet to Wang Zhuo and pointed at the map, where a flashing blue dot indicated Liu Jieming's current location, followed by a faint gray line showing his previous route.

Wang Zhuo nodded in satisfaction. "Good work, keep watching him."

"Of course, this is what I do best," Siyuan chuckled, reaching through the clothes to pat Bai Lu’s head. "What about Xiao Bai? How is she doing?"

Wang Zhuo laughed heartily. "Not great. She stopped as soon as you came in."

Giving Wang Zhuo a seductive look, the little demoness crouched down and whispered playfully into Bai Lu’s ear, "What's wrong, getting embarrassed?"

Wang Zhuo fought back a laugh, thinking, isn't that obvious? Bai Lu was the more delicate type; how could she handle you barging in to observe while she was enjoying a dried sausage?

With a whoosh, Siyuan swiftly pulled the covering away. Bai Lu immediately shielded her face with her hands and turned aside.

"Stop messing around; let me enjoy myself first," Wang Zhuo chuckled, reaching out to stroke Bai Lu’s hot cheek. He encouraged her with his gaze, gently lifting her chin, and brought a flame between her lips.

The tongue is the strongest, most flexible, and most frequently used muscle group in humans. Both illness entering the mouth and disaster coming from the mouth are intimately related to it.

The back of the human tongue is covered with a thin, whitish, moist coating called the tongue coating. The tongue coating is formed by a mixture of various substances that coagulate, distributed thinly and evenly, being thicker in the center and root of the tongue surface.

When you look in the mirror, you will discover that the tongue coating consists of fine, dense white protrusions; if you touch it with a finger, you will feel a gentle friction.

This gentle friction is usually unnoticeable, but when applied to a highly sensitive and ** area, it brings incomparable, wonderful sensations, with intense pleasure.

Simultaneously, the tongue is the most ** organ for touch in the human body. As Wang Zhuo experienced unreservedly, Bai Lu was equally immersed and intoxicated. His paths, his valleys, his textures, his roughness, his softness, and his hardness—she was feeling, experiencing, and savoring them most profoundly at this moment. Sex is the ultimate form of love; love is sublimated because of sex.

The little spectator beside them watched with keen interest, occasionally glancing up at Wang Zhuo to gauge his reaction.

"Xiao Bai, let Siyuan try your tongue," Wang Zhuo said with a touch of mischief amidst his satisfaction. "Siyuan, hold out a hand."

Siyuan curiously extended one hand. Bai Lu shot Wang Zhuo an annoyed glance, then flipped Siyuan's small hand palm-up, took hold of four of her fingers, extended her tongue, and licked her palm twice, tracing a circle.

"Oh?!" Siyuan’s eyes lit up, and she exclaimed in surprise, "That feels so nice, like being licked by a little dog!"

After receiving an indignant glare from Bai Lu, she curiously asked Wang Zhuo, "Wait, why is her tongue like that?"

Wang Zhuo smiled without answering. Siyuan blinked, raised her hand, and licked her own palm twice. Indeed, the sensations were completely different, prompting her to marvel repeatedly.

After a moment's thought, Siyuan giggled, "Xiao Bai, you really are Director Wang's marshmallow."

"Marshmallow?" Wang Zhuo looked at her curiously. "What does that mean?"

"Haven't you watched Crayon Shin-chan? Shin-chan has a dog named Shiro (Xiao Bai), and Shin-chan says Shiro is his best little buddy, his marshmallow," Siyuan explained with a smile.

Wang Zhuo suddenly understood. Seeing Bai Lu smile faintly, he teased, "What do you two think, would Shin-chan's Shiro lick Shin-chan’s elephant?"

Crayon Shin-chan's most iconic move is drawing two elephant ears on his stomach, then wiggling his bare bottom while singing, "Elephant, elephant, swaying back and forth." So, what the 'elephant' refers to hardly needs explanation!

Since Shiro is a dog and Shin-chan is a little boy, Wang Zhuo's question was extremely crude—not only unsuitable for children but perhaps even for most adults; it was too vulgar!

Siyuan burst out laughing instantly, and Bai Lu laughed so hard she rested her forehead against Wang Zhuo's thigh, her shoulders shaking!

"If I were to analyze it, given Shin-chan's lecherous nature, he definitely would!" Wang Zhuo continued his nonsense while laughing. "But Shin-chan certainly wouldn't enjoy Shiro's services for free; he’d offer Shiro a lollipop, right?"

...

Liu Jieming was infuriated, and deeply uneasy.

Although the plan to attack Wang Zhuo was his idea alone, it had received Yang Ru’s approval and Yang Jian’s tacit consent.

When he discussed the matter with Shen Lan, he had originally intended to assign it to another reliable person. However, Shen Lan strongly suggested she handle it herself to consolidate and strengthen her position beside him.

Considering the plan required absolute secrecy, and Shen Lan had always been reliable in carrying out tasks over the years, Liu Jieming finally entrusted it to her. As the saying goes, it's easy to dodge an open spear but hard to guard against a hidden arrow. Even though Wang Zhuo was fierce and powerful, a concrete mixer crushing down on him would damage even a Terminator robot, let alone a mortal body like Wang Zhuo's.

Yet, a flaw appeared at the crucial juncture of this seemingly foolproof plan. Shen Lan insisted that Wang Zhuo had foreseen the plan, knew Liu Jieming was the mastermind, and urged him to be extremely cautious of Wang Zhuo’s revenge.

What a joke! Liu Jieming was shocked by the news. Crossing Wang Zhuo was tantamount to being targeted by a tiger. With his slight build, he’d be maimed even if he didn't die!

In truth, Liu Jieming wasn't exactly slight; he stood one meter ninety, burly, tall, strong, and handsome—otherwise, he wouldn't have managed to marry into the Yang family. But at his level, whoever has higher status and greater power has the stronger fist. He was merely a son-in-law of a Yang family granddaughter who hadn't entered the core circle. Wang Zhuo was a figure who had dared to oppose the Yang family. How could he possibly contend?

In terms of sheer strength, he and Wang Zhuo were not on the same level! Even Yang Feng couldn't match Wang Zhuo as an equal; perhaps Yang Jian, Yang Feng's elder brother, was closer, or maybe it required someone from their father's generation!

He had assumed that even if the plan failed, it would only mean losing a few pawns. Given those people's loyalty and the sensitive nature of the matter, he believed he could sleep soundly. Those involved in the execution knew that sticking to the story of having no mastermind would lead to lighter sentences and better treatment. If they confessed, they would not only be abandoned but Wang Zhuo’s side likely wouldn't treat them well either.

The failure of this plan—not killing Wang Zhuo, or not hitting him, or being sloppy enough to leave a loophole—absolutely did not include what Shen Lan had relayed over the phone: Wang Zhuo having foreseen the plan and suddenly unleashing his fury!

There might be plenty of people in the Yang family capable of bearing Wang Zhuo's wrath, but Liu Jieming was definitely not one of them. He was trapped now, trying to figure out how to explain this to his wife, Yang Ru, how to account for it to his brother-in-law, Yang Jian, and how to manage the aftermath.

Along the way, he kept calling Shen Lan’s temporary and regular numbers, but every single one was switched off. Liu Jieming gritted his teeth, certain that the woman had run away.

"Damn it!"

He slammed his fist hard against the car seat. His beautiful wife, Yang Ru, was just turning thirty, and he was thirty-four, at the prime age for career ascent, earning fortunes daily building bridges and roads. But Shen Lan was thirty-eight. He had been attracted to her precisely because of her gentle compliance and strong capability. Now, facing disaster, they scattered. Her gentleness was gone, and her capability had created this massive mess. Now, she had a new use for her abilities: running away!

After cursing, he rubbed his forehead and began racking his brain for a solution. Even venting all his rage on Shen Lan was pointless now. Wang Zhuo was never a reasonable man; he needed to find a way to de-escalate this acute conflict first.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Wang Zhuo, based on the information provided by Siyuan, had called Ding Baoji and Yuan Dakai, two "professionals," to go apprehend and give Liu Jieming a thorough beating at his destination in Jiangzhou, only to be stopped by a call from Xiao Wanjun.

"Huh? How did you know I was going after this Liu guy?" Wang Zhuo was utterly astonished, even more so than Liu Jieming was upon hearing Wang Zhuo had foreseen the plan.

"There are no walls that don't let sound through in this world, Wang Zhuo," Secretary Xiao smiled. "Don't ask me how I knew. Just know that Secretary Qin has given the order for me to tell you that you cannot approach Liu Jieming right now; you can't cause trouble for him either."

"On what grounds?" Wang Zhuo was speechless, managing a wry smile. "He tried to take my life! Am I not even allowed to rough him up a little? What kind of logic is that? Besides, Secretary Qin is meddling in things like this? Isn't that overstepping his bounds?"

The fat man driving and the muscular man in the passenger seat exchanged glances, utterly awestruck by Wang Zhuo. This guy actually dared to ask Secretary Xiao Wan-jun "On what grounds" and questioned Qin Xue's jurisdiction as "overstepping"? His arrogance was practically lawless!

"You... sigh," Xiao Wanjun grew annoyed. He spoke curtly, "In short, you can't! It's already May. Think about why I'm telling you to keep quiet!"

With that, the man abruptly hung up, leaving Wang Zhuo, who was still arguing into the receiver, momentarily stunned, blinking in confusion.

"Did you hear what he said?" he asked the two men ahead with a mixture of laughter and exasperation.

"No!" Ding Baoji immediately shook his head.

Yuan Dakai replied evasively, "Your phone is good; the earpiece volume is very accurate."

Accurate earpiece volume meant that aside from the person using the phone, others nearby couldn't hear the voice in the receiver. This wasn't him deliberately distancing himself; Wang Zhuo's phone truly had excellent sound isolation. At the distance between Ding Baoji and Yuan Dakai, they couldn't hear the sound in the receiver at all.

"He said I should keep quiet because it's May," Wang Zhuo scratched his head and asked, "What's special about May? Is there something going on?"

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