Big Data Cultivation

Chapter 196: 196: Genuine Leather (First Update, Congrats Clan Leader lott)

Chapter 196: Chapter 196: Genuine Leather (First Update, Congrats Clan Leader lott)

Feng Jun was taken aback by Sister Hong’s words and looked at her unexpectedly, “What do you mean?”

He had drunk quite a bit, but he still keenly noticed something was off about her.

Zhang Weihong shook her mobile phone and spoke indifferently, “There won’t be any results today. The police are investigating overnight… it’s not good to intervene.”

“That’s great,” Wu Limin exclaimed with joy upon hearing this, “It looks like the results will be out soon.”

Zhang Weihong gave him a cold look and a sneer formed at the corner of her mouth, “Do you think just because you found Black Hair in Donglin City, you can do whatever you want and control the police?”

“I…” Wu Limin stuttered for a while before forcing a wry smile, “Sister Hong is really formidable. But when my people went to Black Hair, it was to ask for help, not to influence the police.”

“I’ve already said it, you don’t need to explain to me,” Sister Hong stated flatly, “However, your people blocked off Yinyuan Residential Area for half an hour and still didn’t see who spread the yellow beans… Your efficiency leaves much to be desired.”

Once her “social” presence was on display, it truly was commanding.

Seeing the situation, Wu Limin could only keep grinning apologetically, “It was already dark at that time, but you’re right, Sister Hong… I will definitely pay attention in the future and make sure to find reliable people.”

Manager Chang couldn’t help but let out a chuckle at this, “In the future… Mr. Wu, you really have a sense of humor.”

Her remark seemed mocking, but in reality, she was easing the atmosphere and indirectly protecting Mr. Wu.

Feng Jun gave Wu Limin a displeased look, “It’s not the first time your people have caused trouble. What am I supposed to say to you…”

Then he raised his beer bottle to Sister Hong, “It’s not easy for you to come here. How about drinking a bit more before you go?”

Sister Hong hesitated for a moment, then slowly nodded, “I’ll drink one more bottle before I leave.”

“Two bottles,” Manager Chang chimed in with a smile, “When you hadn’t arrived earlier, Mr. Wu was suggesting an all-night drink session with President Feng.”

Feng Jun stretched out his hand, “Five bottles… Let’s drink five more bottles before leaving.”

Sister Hong looked at him, “Then five bottles it is. I’ll finish them quickly and then leave… I drank quite a bit before coming here, feeling a bit uncomfortable.”

“Sister Hong is so spirited,” Wu Limin exaggeratedly put up two thumbs and complimented her with a beaming smile.

He also hoped she would leave soon—if the stuff she’d been drinking acted up here, his dad might grab a knife and chop him.

Sister Hong didn’t drive herself, and after finishing five bottles of beer, Manager Chang had already found a designated driver for Feng Jun.

As luck would have it, the designated driver was the same young man as before, an extremely agile fat guy. He glanced at the Passat in front of him, then at the Phaeton still parked there, and couldn’t quite believe his eyes, “Bro, are both cars yours?”

“That’s right,” Feng Jun nodded, then asked with a smile, “They look pretty similar, don’t they?”

The young fat man held up his thumb in admiration, “Bro, you city folks really know how to play… Poverty has stifled my imagination, really.”

“Quit your nonsense,” Feng Jun chided him with a smile, but deep down he felt a faint sense of pride, “Double the pay for the designated driver, and drive carefully. My sister has had a bit too much to drink.”

“Got it,” the fat man nodded. He could tell that these two weren’t siblings with any blood relation. He was happy to accommodate such a generous customer, “You both sit in the back then, to take care of each other better.”

After getting into the car, the driver asked where to go, and Feng Jun thought for a moment before replying, “How about… to the Grain Bureau Compound first?”

“Don’t go,” Sister Hong leaned back in her seat and spoke languidly, “Hongjie… Do you know Hongjie Clubhouse?”

Feng Jun looked at her worriedly, “There’s no bathroom in the clubhouse office, is that going to be convenient for you?”

Most people need to use the bathroom after drinking a lot of beer.

“So where do you want to go?” Sister Hong gave him a condescending look. If the light in the car wasn’t so dim, one could see the red veins in her eyes, “To Peach Blossom Valley?”

Feng Jun coughed and muttered softly, “If not for all you’ve drunk, then let’s go.”

“Huh?” Sister Hong turned to look at him, slurring her words, “What did you say?”

“I said let’s find a hotel instead,” Feng Jun lit up a cigarette and spoke, “Let’s go… to Penglai Grand Hotel.”

The driver started the car, thinking to himself that he just knew it would be like this.

Sister Hong leaned towards Feng Jun and snatched the cigarette from his mouth, taking a pleasurable drag. She spoke languidly, “You’re up to no good, thinking of taking me to a hotel room? Save it… I didn’t bring my ID card.”

“In Penglai, I can just use face recognition, who needs an ID card?” Feng Jun nudged her with his shoulder, prompting her to sit up straighter, “I’d rather take you home if I really wanted to get a room.”

Sister Hong turned her head to look at him, challenging him, “Then to Peach Blossom Valley?”

Feng Jun scratched his chin and ultimately relented, “Forget it. I dare you to say that when you’re sober.”

He never thought of himself as a good person, but even if he was out picking up someone in a bar, he wanted the experience to be consensual and pleasurable for both parties. Taking advantage of Sister Hong in her current state would be less than satisfying.

The driver headed for Penglai Grand Hotel with a curious mind, continuously peeking at them through the rearview mirror.

Not long into the ride, the woman started unbuttoning her trench coat, claiming she was feeling hot. As expected, it was all a ruse…

He couldn’t help but feel a pang of regret, alas, all the good “cabbages” had been hogged by pigs.

Then, they arrived at Penglai Grand Hotel, and the young man said, “Wait for me a moment, I’ll be right down after I drop off the person.”

The chubby driver thought about leaving and settling the bill, but then he considered the double fare… Alright, I’ll wait for you.

His wisdom was indeed as deep as the sea; by the time the young man came down again, the sky had already brightened.

Actually, when Feng Jun woke up, he was also a bit dazed. As he turned over, he felt something soft in his arms, like a large plush pillow, and subconsciously rubbed it up and down twice… Huh, genuine leather?

After rubbing a couple more times, something was off… The details are indescribable.

Then he woke up completely and found a stretch of fair neck resting on his elbow, with messy hair on the pillow and the warmth of a soft jade in his arms—even on his thigh rested a smooth jade leg.

Then his memory started to return. “Last night, did I… with Sister Hong…”

He lifted his hand to brush aside the tangled long hair, revealing a stunningly beautiful face. Indeed…

As he touched and brushed, the other person slowly opened her eyes too.

At first, Sister Hong’s gaze was somewhat vacant, her eyes unfocused. But gradually, little by little, a sharpness entered them, and then she stared blankly at the man before her.

She didn’t speak, and her body didn’t move at all, but her gaze grew increasingly colder.

“This…” Feng Jun chuckled awkwardly, offering a friendly greeting, “Good morning, want to eat something?”

Sister Hong still didn’t speak, quietly withdrawing her leg from him and slowly covering her bare chest. After a long silence, she finally spoke coldly, “How could you do this to me?”

You were really enthusiastic last night, Feng Jun blinked his eyes. How did it become my fault?

Of course, he couldn’t say that. When a woman takes the initiative with such things, she often feels embarrassed and fears being seen as frivolous or disrespected.

So he chuckled again, trying to dig out a joke to defuse the tension. “The debt of two days, finally paid off.”

However, Sister Hong’s face remained devoid of any smile. After a while, she bit out her words through clenched teeth, “You drugged me!”

“No, absolutely not,” Feng Jun shook his head emphatically, then froze, “Last night you…”

He remembered everything. Last night, rather than him taking down Sister Hong, it was more like he was the one taken down.

Sister Hong wasn’t acting normal at the time, not merely drunk, but also continually complaining of heat, stripping down to just three points, and throw herself at him with seductive embraces and kisses.

Although Feng Jun didn’t want to take advantage of someone in such a state, he couldn’t tolerate being teased like that, so after hesitating for a moment, he decisively took the offensive, firmly suppressing her wildness…

That’s right, wildness, both wild and chaotic. Throughout the process of being suppressed, she appeared extremely frenzied and reluctant.

But what struck Feng Jun the most was her heat, no wonder she kept saying she felt hot—many parts of her were burning hot.

As he thought about it, he found himself unwittingly reacting again.

Sister Hong’s gaze, however, was becoming icier—they were under the same blanket, and she could feel his stirring movements.

Feng Jun felt defeated by that piercing gaze and could only lift both hands in surrender, “I really didn’t drug you… Do I look like the kind of person who would do that?”

Sister Hong silently turned away, exposing her smooth back, and said coldly, “You can go now.”

“I won’t leave,” Feng Jun declared firmly, “If I leave now, I would never have the face to see you again.”

“What happened yesterday… It’s really not my fault… At least not all my fault, you were the one who said you were hot. In that situation, if I could still have controlled myself, there would be something wrong with me. No man could resist your charm.”

Sister Hong was silent for a moment, then spoke again, her emotions indiscernible, “Let me reiterate, I was drugged.”

“I’ll investigate right now,” Feng Jun threw off the blanket and sat up, speaking fiercely, “Whoever dared to drug you is asking for death… I wouldn’t bear to drug you!”

“Stop talking such nonsense,” Sister Hong’s voice held a trace of bitter resentment, “Since it was something that shouldn’t have happened… Let it be the past, let’s pretend it never happened.”

“How is that possible?” Feng Jun immediately protested, the feeling of being with Sister Hong… was truly amazing.

He really liked that feeling, and the small satisfaction of having turned the tables on a beautiful former boss was just a bonus.

Sister Hong’s voice, chilling, cut him off, “Please leave now, immediately… Otherwise, I will never see you again.”

“Alright, I’m leaving,” Feng Jun’s eyes darted around, “But… I need to take a shower first.”

“Shower in another room,” Sister Hong bluntly interrupted him, “I’m restraining my anger, it’s hard work, understand?”

Feng Jun was silent for almost three or four seconds, before finally letting out a heavy sigh, “Fine.”

(First update, in celebration of League Master lott.)