Power and Wealth

The moon rose higher.

It was past eight in the evening.

In the room, Dong Xuebingg admired Director Chang’s figure.

Chang Juan, adjusting her white shirt, played with the belt. The purple hue complemented her today's attire well, giving an overall beautiful appearance. She liked it very much and seemed oblivious to the black stockings peeking from under her belt after tinkering for a while.

"Try a dark-colored dress."

"Sure, a light-colored one works well too."

"Really? The dark one might be a bit too close in color."

"If you fasten the belt inside, any color will do."

"Such a beautiful belt. How can you fasten it inside? Try it outside."

"Shirt tucked into the skirt, hmm, that should look beautiful too."

Chang Juan, full of ideas, looked towards the transparent French windows. Not far away, there was another hotel with similar floor height. Perhaps afraid of peeping, Chang Juan went to the door, clicked it twice, and turned off the largest chandelier, leaving only a pale-colored lamp in the living room. Instead of going to the bathroom, she stood in front of a mirror in the hallway. Facing sideways to Dong Xuebingg, she loosened her long skirt, unfastening the waist and tucking the white shirt into the skirt. Dong Xuebingg, unable to sit still, couldn't help but watch her. With the dimming lights and the additional exposure of her black stockings when she loosened the skirt, even the subtle outline of the shiny pink panties was now vaguely visible, and the room's atmosphere suddenly warmed.

This Sister Chang…

Was she doing this on purpose?

Can't you go to the bathroom to do this?

Although Dong Xuebingg thought like that, his eyes never left, staring at Chang Juan from head to toe.

Suddenly, Chang Juan turned her head.

Dong Xuebingg quickly turned his head to look at the night sky outside. When he heard Chang Juan calling him, he pretended to turn back and look at her.

"Hmm."

"Does this work, Mayor Dong?"

"Ah, of course, it works."

"Hehe, is it better than before?"

"This is the best, even better than before."

"Yeah, I think so too. Wearing it outside is better, or it's a waste of this color."

"Yeah, and it looks good, not just a bit. With your outfit, it matches well."

Dong Xuebingg continued to flatter, but most of it was still sincere. Chang Juan's shirt was already tucked into her skirt, and the belt fastened to the outside. This cinched waist made Chang Juan look much slimmer. The contrast of colors made her look more fashionable.

"Is the belt too tight?" Dong Xuebingg asked.

Chang Juan pulled it slightly. "A bit, it's a bit long."

Dong Xuebingg stood up, "I'll find some scissors and cut a piece off."

Chang Juan looked at it, "Do you have scissors? If not, forget it; I'll fix it at home."

"Yes, I remember seeing one just now. Hmm, here they are. Should I help you, or do you want to take it off?"

"No need to take it off. You can cut it even if I don't. Just sit here." Dong Xuebingg took the scissors.

Chang Juan stepped onto the sofa with high heels, lowered her head to loosen the belt slightly, and pulled the tag out a bit. After struggling for a while, she couldn't take it off. "It's still quite tight."

"Let me help." Dong Xuebingg took over and, with a pull, opened the belt buckle with the brand tag. He took it off and asked, "How much do you want to cut?"

"About half a fist."

"Your fist or my fist?"

"My fist."

"Okay, I'll cut it then."

Dong Xuebingg pinched the belt around her waist. Since the belt was still threaded through her skirt and not taken off, Dong Xuebingg's hand naturally pressed against her side, and a few fingers even entered the edge of Chang Juan's waist. His hand touched her abdomen slightly, feeling the softness. Dong Xuebingg's mind flickered, but he didn't dare to show any unusual expression on his face. With a single cut, he removed a piece of the belt and picked up the brand tag, pressing it back in place. "There you go, try it to see if the length is okay. If not, we can cut more."

"Okay, let me try."

"Is it okay like this?"

"It's fine, just right."

Chang Juan re-fastened the belt, pulling it even tighter. It made her waist look slender, quite remarkable for her age. She had maintained her figure well.

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The phone rang.

Chang Juan glanced at his phone and then pointed to the lighter and perfume on the coffee table. "We still have a meeting in your room later. I'll take these things back to my room first."

"Sure."

"You can continue with your work." Chang Juan picked up her belongings and left.

Indeed, even though they had a good relationship, things like gift-giving couldn't be known to too many people. Sending gifts, especially expensive ones, within the system was sensitive. Secondly, if others found out that a leader like Dong Xuebingg was giving Chang Juan such expensive gifts, it would be difficult for Dong Xuebingg to handle them. People might gossip. Despite Chang Juan being somewhat lazy and not doing anything serious most of the time, she had spent almost a decade within the system, and there wasn't much she didn't understand.

Once the door was closed, Dong Xuebingg answered the phone. "Hello, Old Zhèng."

On the other end was Zheng Dayou's voice. "Mayor Dong, we're still having dinner."

"Haven't you finished the meeting yet?" Dong Xuebingg was concerned about the situation on their side, especially since he just humiliated the City Investment Promotion Bureau.

Zheng Dayou sighed. "What can we do? Ah, we've been criticized a lot today, both overtly and covertly, all pointing at our county. After summarizing today's investment results, Director Lu even directly criticized Zhen Shui County. I've listened to one ear and let it out of the other."

"Don't bother about them. Let's focus on doing our work."

"Yeah, our county's investment promotion mainly focuses on horizontal management. We can't compete with them vertically." Zheng Dayou's words had a hint of self-consolation. Not being able to compete was a fact. Even though they couldn't do anything about it, people from the city still targeted their county. Behind the criticism were shadows of the deputy mayor and city leaders. If they wanted to make things difficult for Zhen Shui County, they could do nothing.

Dong Xuebing glanced at his watch and asked, "When will you return?"

"Not sure, the dinner isn't finished yet," replied Zheng Dayou. "I estimate it will be around nine o'clock at the earliest. We are discussing the work procedures for tomorrow."

"Past nine?" Dong Xuebing expressed surprise.

"You go rest first, don't wait for me."

"No problem, take your time. Call me after you finish."

"Alright, I'm coming out of the bathroom now. I need to go back."

"Okay, attend to your matters. By the way, if they have any unreasonable demands, just ignore them."

"Got it, I know."

After hanging up, Dong Xuebing called Sister Chang and said, " Sister Chang, Old Zheng might be late. Inform the team not to rest yet."

Chang Juan immediately replied, "Okay, I'll inform them."

Dong Xuebing put the phone on the table and stretched lazily. After Sister Chang’s massage, he felt relaxed but also sleepy. He swayed his head, walked into the bathroom, undressed, and showered.

Ah, refreshing.

After about ten minutes, Dong Xuebing dried his hair. He didn't wear a bathrobe since he had a meeting later. Although the hot shower was supposed to invigorate him, he felt more tired. Unable to resist, he lay down on the sofa, hoping to take a short nap.

One minute…

Five minutes…

Ten minutes…

He lost track of time.

Suddenly, Dong Xuebing felt someone by his side and woke up.

In the dim light, he saw a woman bending over the sofa, holding a small blanket, covering Dong Xuebing's legs.

Dong Xuebing was stunned. " Sister Chang?"

Chang Juan looked at him. "Did I wake you up?"

Dong Xuebing asked, "Uh, how did you get in?"

Constant Sister replied, "The door wasn't closed properly when I left. I pushed it, and it opened. Seeing you asleep on the sofa, I feared you'd catch a cold, so I brought you something to cover up." Typically, doors would automatically close in better hotels unless left wide open. This suggested the conditions and facilities here were not as sophisticated. Although expensive, other amenities couldn't compare to a real hotel.

"Thank you."

"You go back to sleep."

"I'm not going to sleep."

"Then lie down for a while. You must be tired today." Sister Chang sat on the sofa, smiling. "Let me give you another head massage."

Dong Xuebing was slightly tempted, as Sister Chang’s massage was comfortable. However, he hesitated, "No need."

"It's okay."

"Alright, where should I lie down?"

"Um, lie on my lap."

"Uh, is that appropriate?"

"What's inappropriate about it?"

Dong Xuebing, weakened by waking up, blinked his eyes and slowly lay down, resting his head on Sister Chang's thighs. Soon, the soft, gentle hands touched Dong Xuebing's scalp, pinching and pressing lightly.

These were heavenly moments.

Dong Xuebing felt deeply satisfied. Gradually, he could smell the mature fragrance emanating from Chang Juan. She mentioned it was from her body, but it mainly came from her lower half. Dong Xuebing's head was resting on her thighs, and when he opened his eyes, he saw her shirt, inflated by her chest, hanging over him. He could see a glimpse of her flesh beneath the shirt's buttons if he tilted his eyes. However, the lighting was too dim for a careful examination. What was more striking was the sensation on his face and neck. Dong Xuebing lay close to her belly, and her thin skirt allowed him to feel the edge of her underwear under her stockings. The touch of the pink underwear with wire rings was quite distinct.

A slight movement of the neck…

The feeling of the wire ring on the edge of the underwear became even clearer.

There was also a warm and appetizing aroma gently entering his nostrils.