Underworld: Starting with conquering countless lustful beauties

Just as Chen Feng felt he was about to lose himself in that electric-like pleasure—

"Ring ring—!!!"

A sudden, sharp ringtone shattered the tranquility of the room.

Chen Feng shuddered, the urge to explode was abruptly suppressed by fear.

He looked down and saw it was a mobile phone on the coffee table.

Two words flashed on the screen: Jiang Hong.

These two words were like a bucket of ice water; although they didn't extinguish the fire of desire, they instantly sobered Chen Feng up a bit.

It's Sister Hong!

Calling so late at night must mean something important!

Chen Feng reached for the phone, and at the same time patted Ah Zhen on the shoulder, signaling her to stop.

"Sister Zhen, wait a minute, Sister Hong is on the phone."

Chen Feng's voice trembled slightly, a sign that he had reached the limit of his restraint.

However, Ah Zhen did not stop.

When she heard the name "Sister Hong," the amusement in her eyes intensified.

In this circle, Jiang Hong was Ninth Master's former woman, a high-ranking and powerful figure with a strong aura.

Although Ah Zhen was also a prominent figure, she always felt inferior to Jiang Hong.

Now, the man's real "strategist" is calling, but the man is... A forbidden, vengeful pleasure instantly surges into Ah Zhen's heart.

She didn't stop; instead, she worked even harder.

Her captivating eyes looked up at Chen Feng, her gaze full of provocation: Do you dare to accept?

Do you dare to speak up?

The phone kept ringing persistently.

Chen Feng gritted his teeth, cold sweat beading on his forehead.

If he answers the phone and makes any strange noises, he'll be asking for trouble; if he doesn't answer, Jiang Hong will definitely become suspicious.

He took a deep breath, tried to regulate his breathing, and pressed the answer button.

"Feed... Sister Hong."

Chen Feng tried to keep his voice steady, but if you listened carefully, you could still hear a slight hoarseness and tremor.

"Why did it take you so long to answer the phone?"

On the other end of the phone, Jiang Hong's voice was crisp and cool, and the background noise was very quiet, as if she was still in her study dealing with things.

"I was taking a shower just now, I didn't hear it."

Chen Feng lied, pressing down hard on Ah Zhen's head with one hand, trying to make her behave.

But Ah Zhen was unwilling to agree.

As if deliberately provoking her, she curled her tongue with a hint of defiance... and the stimulation came crashing down on her like a storm.

"Ugh..." Chen Feng couldn't help but let out a muffled groan.

Why are you panting?

Jiang Hong asked sharply, "Are you feeling unwell?"

"N-nothing...it's nothing..." Chen Feng gritted his teeth, his other hand gripping the sofa cover tightly, his knuckles white. "I just...bumped my toe."

Ah Zhen was overjoyed to see Chen Feng's expression—a mixture of barely suppressing his urge to speak and pure ecstasy.

The smile in her eyes deepened, her movements became bolder, and she even deliberately made a nasal sound.

Chen Feng's eyes widened, and he warned Ah Zhen with his eyes: Are you trying to die?!

Ah Zhen gave him a flirtatious wink: "Go ahead and hang up if you dare."

On the other end of the phone, Jiang Hong didn't notice anything amiss and cut straight to the point:

"I have something important to tell you. There's been some progress on the matter of Shen Zhou."

Upon hearing the name, Chen Feng forced himself to concentrate.

This is the cornerstone of his future business empire, and he absolutely cannot be careless about it.

"How so?"

"I used my connections at the municipal bureau and also asked someone to pull strings at the provincial level."

Jiang Hong's tone turned serious. "Although this kid went in on a bad note, he was involved in financial fraud, and his criminal record is hard to clear. I spent 100,000 yuan to get him medical parole."

"Medical parole..." Chen Feng gasped.

Just as Jiang Hong said "100,000", Ah Zhen suddenly attacked, and that deep sense of suffocation instantly engulfed Chen Feng.

"Hiss—" Chen Feng gasped, his whole body arching like a shrimp.

"This money was well spent."

Jiang Hong seemed to think Chen Feng was worried about the money, and explained, "He has severe nephritis and must be released from prison for treatment. I've had all the paperwork taken care of. You can pick him up at the entrance of the West City Prison next Tuesday."

"Next...next Tuesday..." Chen Feng's voice was broken, as if his soul was about to leave his body. "Okay...I understand...Sister Hong...thank you for your hard work..."

"Why does your voice sound strange? Did it really hurt that much?"

Jiang Hong was somewhat puzzled.

"Yes...it hurts quite a bit..." Chen Feng looked at the woman beneath him who was working hard with a cunning look in her eyes, and cursed inwardly: This isn't just pain, it's life-threatening!

"Alright, get some rest. Remember to bring Shen Zhou to see me when he gets out. Consider this 100,000 yuan a loan; it will be deducted from your profit sharing later."

"Okay...definitely...definitely..."

"Beep—beep—beep—"

The call was finally disconnected.

In that instant, Chen Feng felt as if a thousand-pound burden had been lifted, and his taut nerves snapped completely.

He abruptly threw his phone aside, grabbed Ah Zhen's hair, pulled her up, and then flipped her over, pinning this audacious vixen beneath him.

"You vixen! You almost killed me!"

Chen Feng said fiercely, but the flames in his eyes could burn a person to ashes.

Ah Zhen, however, showed no fear whatsoever. Her face was flushed, her lips were moist and swollen, and she hooked her arm around Chen Feng's neck with a dreamy look in her eyes, giggling.

"How's it, Boss Chen? The taste of this popping candy... isn't it surprising? Isn't it exciting?"

"Exciting? I'll show you what even more exciting is!"

Chen Feng roared, no longer caring about being gentle with women, like an enraged lion.

The pent-up desire, mixed with the tension of just now flirting with death, erupted completely at this moment.

"Um--!"

Ah Zhen tilted her head back and let out a high-pitched scream.

The more outrageous the prank was, the fiercer the backlash will be.

The lingering effects of the popping candy persisted, subtly spreading at the points where they met. It felt as if countless transparent strands of electricity were traveling and flickering along the nerve endings.

This night was destined to be a sleepless one.

...After a long while, the storm subsided.

Ah Zhen lay limp in Chen Feng's arms, too lazy to move even a finger.

The red silk robe had long since flown away, and her snow-white skin was covered with ambiguous red marks.

Chen Feng leaned against the headboard, lit a cigarette afterward, and casually stroked Ah Zhen's smooth back with one hand.

"Shen Zhou will be released next week."

Chen Feng exhaled a smoke ring, his eyes regaining their clarity. "Sister Hong used her connections to get me medical parole."

"That bookish nerd who knows finance?"

Ah Zhen lazily opened her eyes, her voice hoarse, "Is it worth all this trouble?"

"value."

Chen Feng said with certainty, "Our current business, although profitable, is too dirty and too unethical. To grow and become stronger, we must launder our money and become legitimate. Shen Zhou's ideas can help us turn this dirty money into clean capital."

Ah Zhen propped herself up halfway and looked at Chen Feng's well-defined profile.

She found that this man was more captivating when he talked about ambition than in bed.