I was furious, stuck between stopping them and staying hidden, when the azure compass in my mind spun hard.
Azure light flashed.
Text appeared in the golden circle at the center.
Zhang Biao.
Male.
Thirty-eight.
Sentenced to ten years for intentional injury.
Just released from prison.
Martial realm: Mid-stage Acquired Realm.
Technique: Black Tiger Fist.
Sect: Azure Dragon Gang (thugs).
Jing Lan.
Female.
Thirty-six.
President of Lantian Group.
Martial realm: Acquired Perfection.
Art: Cloud-and-Rain Harmony Art (incomplete).
Sect: Unknown.
Host mission: Uncover the secret between Zhang Biao and Jing Lan.
Reward: one lottery chance.
“Is this what they call a cheat in those fantasy martial arts novels?”
I was overjoyed—and then I saw my mother and Zhang Biao step out of the car.
My mother wore her long, golden waves swept to one side of her face.
Her double-lidded eyes sparkled with a charm that could drive men insane.
Light makeup lay over her oval face.
The eyeshadow was perfect.
Her moist red lips looked sexy and inviting.
Zhang Biao stood about a hundred and eighty-five centimeters.
She was only half a head shorter, around a hundred and seventy-five.
Her arms were long and slender, like two tender lotus roots.
A pair of round, full breasts stood proudly on her chest like two mountains and made the front of her dress bulge.
Her waist was soft as a willow, almost too fine to hold.
Her large, firm buttocks were high and shapely and carved a perfect peach curve into the soft miniskirt.
Her long, silk-stockinged legs were flawless—full thighs, slender, straight calves.
Red high heels sheathed her stockinged feet.
The whole picture was seductive and decadent.
Her clear, bright eyes rested tenderly on the crude man beside her.
Her arched brows and long lashes trembled.
Her fair, flawless skin held a faint pink.
Her thin lips were as delicate as rose petals.
Zhang Biao’s lust spiked.
He couldn’t help wrapping an arm around her slender waist.
She stood close to him.
The well-cut white dress showed off that devilish figure.
When she moved, her long golden waves lifted in the night wind and still caught the light.
The neckline sat low.
It left her swan neck and delicate collarbones bare.
Her snow-white cleavage was fully on display.
I could just see the exquisite lace of her black bra.
Her slender arms were bare.
Under the tight dress her flat, firm abdomen and slim waist looked even more curved.
The dress was very short.
It barely covered her plump hips.
Those straight, slender legs in stockings were left boldly exposed.
Zhang Biao had already torn the black stockings.
Smooth skin flashed through the glossy black.
When she walked, her private parts showed faintly between her thighs.
I could even see the bright tattoo and the black thong.
I thought, Mom, you’re too provocative.
If you dressed like that on the street, people would take you for a prostitute.
I sighed inwardly.
There was nothing I could do.
Who could blame her?
She was a strong-willed, beautiful CEO.
I should explain my family.
I was born into a single-parent home.
I have never met my father.
My mother raised me alone.
Every time I asked, “Who is my dad?
Why doesn’t he come see us?”
she would put on a stern face and say, cold as ice, “He’s dead.” Then she would pile homework on me and refuse to let me eat until I finished it.
After that happened enough times, I never mentioned my father again.
I took her surname, Jing.
My name is Jing Xiaotian.
Hers is Jing Lan—a beautiful name, the same as she is.
Beautiful.
Charming.
When I was three, she started from nothing.
With help from many uncles and elders she built Lantian Group—the Blue Sky Group.
Both our names sat on the company.
That, at least, showed how much she loved me.
For more than ten years she had been busy from morning until night.
I only saw her when I woke in the morning.
That left me resentful.
I hinted at it a few times.
She grabbed my ear at once and scolded, “You heartless little brat.
If your mother weren’t out there working herself to death, you’d be starving!”
I never had the family warmth other children talked about, but she gave me a wealthy life.
I could have almost anything I wanted.
A car took me to school and brought me home.
Most of my friends envied me—except for one person I truly hated.
Her business kept growing.
She seemed to be preparing to take the company public.
These days she left early and came back late, most likely because of the IPO.
That only left that scumbag Zhang Biao at her side, taking advantage of her whenever he liked.
I still did not understand why she would accept a gangster thug.
Was it connected to the President Huang they had just mentioned?
I knew Mr.
Huang.
An ugly, wretched old man.
His grandson went to my school.
That grandson was the one I hated.
Why?
It was not only because he played the little tyrant.
Once I had seen him walking close beside his grandfather, Old Man Huang, on the street.
Two lewd hands—the boy’s and the old man’s—had touched my mother’s large buttocks at the same time.
What stunned me was that she did not seem to mind.
She even chatted and laughed with them as they walked into a five-star hotel together.
So Zhang Biao’s behavior tonight made me angry, but surprise came second.
Had Old Man Huang recommended Zhang Biao as the driver?
If he had, it would explain a great deal.
My mother’s company designed clothing and jewelry.
It also ran several factories.
The designs were produced there and sold in Mr.
Huang’s shopping malls.
In other words, Old Man Huang held the economic lifeline of Lantian Group.
I disliked him.
I still had to admit he was impressive.
People said he had started as a beggar, made his first money collecting scrap, and climbed until he became a financial oligarch who owned more stores than anyone else in Asia.
The Earth Group he founded ran luxury malls all over the world.
My mother’s business had taken off because she cooperated with him.
I had also heard he owned a share of her company.
Life and death for Lantian Group sat in his hands.
That was why his grandson, Huang Erlang, could be so arrogant in front of me, why he could say “fuck your mother” over and over and laugh while he said it.
I was a model student with good grades and better conduct.
I would not stoop to scum like that.
It was not worth it.
The kid was two years older than me and still only a first-year in junior high.
He ran with thugs and hoodlums in the neighborhood and got into fights all the time.
I had heard he had even raped female students and teachers.
Because his grandfather was powerful, the matter was dropped.
I was still lost in that when a sharp smack yanked me back.
Zhang Biao had slapped my mother’s fat buttocks hard with his open hand.
Mom flushed, pinched him, and scolded, “You big bully.
You’re so mean!
Why do you always spank my bottom?
It’s all swollen from you.”
Zhang Biao chuckled.
“Who told you to swing that big ass in front of me?
It makes me itch.
Damn.
You really are horny.”
By then they had already reached the hall.
Zhang Biao dropped onto the sofa, lit a cigarette, took a few puffs, and flicked ash all over the floor.
His manners were as bad as they looked.
My mother set a glass of red wine in front of him.
He crossed his legs like a big shot, took the glass, gulped, and said, “President Jing, my darling.
I have some good news you’d like to hear.”
Mom smiled.
“Of course I want to know.
Tell me quickly!”
Zhang Biao chuckled.
“This is news about Lantian Group going public.
I’m not in the mood to talk unless I hear a few nice things first.”
She swept her golden hair aside, sat down on his lap, wrapped her arms around his thick neck, and put her full, fragrant lips to his ear.
“Good brother.
Good husband.
Tell Lan’er quickly.”
The voice was sweet enough to light him up.
He grabbed her breasts and said, filthy as ever, “That’s not enough.
I heard from the young master that you have a special trick that makes him feel really good.
Why don’t you let me try it too?
Make me feel good, and I’ll talk.”
These past few days Mom had been buried in the listing.
Good news about the IPO was not something she could afford to miss.
Zhang Biao’s information almost certainly came from the Huang grandfather and grandson.
If she learned things early, she would be in a better position to handle them.
She gave him a seductive look.
“I didn’t expect that little rascal to tell you.
In that case, come with me.”
She slid off his lap, swayed her hips, and led him into a bathroom.