The old donkey was hungry.

Those strong muscle lines, those sharply defined abs, those well-proportioned arms and thighs... How could a man in his fifties possibly have such a physique?

Far superior to male models who specifically train their muscles!

Moreover, Zhou Qiong could feel the explosive power contained within Zhao Dazhu's muscles!

"Now you know it's not a loss to serve me, right? Don't let my appearance fool you, I'm not old at all. My body has long since regained its youthful state," Zhao Dazhu said proudly.

"Then why don't you make yourself look younger too? Wouldn't it be better to look younger?" Zhou Qiong asked curiously.

"If I suddenly became younger, wouldn't the people who know me be shocked? Besides, I'm already used to it, and it's fine this way," Zhao Dazhu said with a smile, patting Zhou Qiong's shapely buttocks.

When Zhao Dazhu carried Zhou Qiong into the room, Zhou Qiong was still very disappointed, feeling that her prime years were going to be wasted by an old man.

But now Zhou Qiong doesn't think that way at all.

After all, Zhao Dazhu's body was so strong and full of energy.

Zhou Qiong was extremely satisfied, and she no longer complained about Zhao Dazhu being old!

Moreover, Zhao Dazhu's unpredictable and powerful strength had completely won over Zhou Qiong's heart.

Zhou Qiong's feelings towards Zhao Dazhu gradually changed from fear to awe, and then to reverence.

By now, she has even become somewhat infatuated with the old man in front of her.

After a long while, Zhou Qiong finally snapped out of her reverie and asked, blushing, "Then... then how should I address you from now on? Should I call you... call you Master?"

"Do you want to call me master?" Zhao Dazhu asked with a smile.

Zhou Qiong was extremely embarrassed, her cheeks turning as red as a monkey's bottom.

"Forget it, calling me master is too awkward, and I don't like that tone either. You can continue to call me Mr. Zhao, or Uncle Zhao, or even just Old Zhao," Zhao Dazhu said with a smile.

Without thinking, Zhou Qiong said, "Then I'll call you Uncle Zhao, it sounds more friendly that way."

"You can call me grandpa if you want," Zhao Dazhu said with a laugh, and leaned over to give Zhou Qiong a big kiss on her moist, pink lips.

Zhou Qiong's heart trembled, as if the heart in her chest was about to be melted by Zhao Dazhu's fiery kiss.

After a short while of tenderness, Zhao Dazhu said, "In about an hour, the bodyguards and servants sleeping in the villa will wake up."

"Take this time to get Zhou Ming into bed and make him look like he's asleep. When your servants find him dead tomorrow, they'll think he died suddenly in his sleep."

Zhou Ming nodded, not daring to utter a single word of dissent.

But Zhao Dazhu asked, "I killed your brother, do you hate me?"

"I don't hate you, I don't hate you..." Zhou Qiong shook her head repeatedly.

"Is it that you dare not hate me, or that you really don't hate me?" Zhao Dazhu asked again.

Zhou Qiong took a deep breath and said seriously, "To be honest, I'm not sad about my brother's death, just a little regretful. Besides, my brother's death has actually brought me a lot of benefits!"

"What are the benefits? Tell me about them," Zhao Dazhu asked curiously.

Zhou Qiong said, "My father, Zhou Sihai, only had one biological child, my brother Zhou Ming, and I am just his adopted daughter. Originally, my brother was his heir, but he died, so he could only look for me, his adopted daughter, as his heir."

"Besides, my dad is already quite old. Even if he wanted to have another child, it would be too late. So he had no choice but to choose me. I will inherit everything from my dad in the future; everything he owns will be mine."

"Uncle Zhao, look, you've helped me so much, how could I possibly hold a grudge against you?"

Zhao Dazhu nodded in satisfaction, stroking Zhou Qiong's smooth body and saying, "That's good, then I can rest assured... You should rest, but you'd better not forget what I asked you to do. You know the consequences if anything goes wrong."

Zhou Qiong nodded, feeling both apprehensive and apprehensive.

When Zhou Qiong raised her head, she found that Zhao Dazhu was gone, vanishing inexplicably as if by ghost.

If the bed hadn't been still warm, and if that area hadn't been throbbing slightly, Zhou Qiong would probably have thought that what had just happened was all an illusion, all a dream.

"They really come and go without a trace. Cultivation is truly powerful..."

Zhou Qiong muttered to herself, a look of longing on her face.

Suddenly, my phone vibrated.

Zhou Qiong was startled and nervously grabbed her phone, but when she saw the caller ID showed Zhen Meili's name, she immediately relaxed.

Zhen Meili is one of Zhou Qiong's few good friends, or even her best friend.

Moreover, Zhen Meili is also the daughter of a wealthy businessman, just like Zhou Qiong, a rich heiress.

However, Zhen Meili's father is incomparable to Zhou Sihai, the richest man in Taohua County; their economic strength is far inferior.

"Hey, what's up with calling me so late, Meili?" Zhou Qiong asked, puzzled.

"I have a boyfriend!" A young girl's voice came from the phone.

Zhou Qiong chuckled, then said irritably, "You called me last month and said you had a boyfriend, how come you have a boyfriend now?"

"This is my new one, I don't want the old one anymore," Zhen Meili said with a smile.

"You change boyfriends more often than clothes," Zhou Qiong couldn't help but complain.

Zhen Meili excitedly said, "Let me tell you, let me tell you, my new boyfriend is no ordinary person! He was a soldier, and even participated in a border war, killing many enemy soldiers on the battlefield! And he has a great physique, just like a male model, incredibly impressive!"

"And he's really good at fighting! Tonight I ran into a group of thugs, and he was like a god descending to earth, suddenly appearing and beating them to a pulp. He was so cool..."

Upon hearing Zhen Meili's words, Zhou Qiong's face instead showed a hint of disdain.

What does it matter if you've served in the military?

What can be planned?

My man is a legendary cultivator!

No matter how good he is at fighting, can he beat Grandpa Zhao?

Zhou Qiong's cheeks flushed red as she realized that she had unknowingly become completely immersed in the identity of Zhao Dazhu's woman, and even took pride in being Zhao Dazhu's woman.

"Zhou Qiong? Zhou Qiong? I'm talking to you, can't you hear me?" Zhen Meili shouted excitedly on the phone.

"Can you calm down? So what if you were a soldier? What's so great about that?" Zhou Qiong said.

"Zhou Qiong, you're not jealous, are you? You're not envious of me, are you? Hehe, it seems I've finally won against you this time!" Zhen Meili said smugly.