Old Deng awakens: He starts by eliminating the yoga pants in the county town!

On the way back.

Zhao Pengfei drove the Porsche very fast, one hand on the steering wheel and the other hand impatiently loosening the tie around his neck.

"Damn it! What are you pretending to be so high and mighty for? One day I'll make her beg for mercy in bed!"

He was rebuffed by Xia Xinglan and humiliated like a dog, and the anger in his belly was burning fiercely.

After cursing a few times, he glanced at Lin Dawei sitting in the back seat through the rearview mirror.

A hint of surprise flashed in Zhao Pengfei's eyes.

He had personally witnessed just how formidable Lei Ge, the bodyguard who was a retired special forces soldier.

If it were a former lackey, he would have been carried into the orthopedics department after just one encounter.

But this middle-aged old man actually held on for ten minutes, not only without falling, but also managing to retreat safely by using the force of the impact!

"Old Lin."

Zhao Pengfei changed his address, replacing the contemptuous "Old Deng" with "Old Lin".

"Well done today, you didn't embarrass me."

"That lackey is ruthless. You've got guts if you can hold him off for ten minutes."

Lin Dawei leaned back in the leather seat, closed his eyes, and adjusted his breathing.

The ten minutes of close-quarters combat he had just engaged in had taken a huge toll on his body, which was still in the early stages of transformation.

Upon hearing Zhao Pengfei's words, he merely nodded slightly, without even lifting his eyelids.

Half an hour later.

Porsche drove back to the Waterfront Dragon Court Villa No. 8.

Zhao Pengfei pushed open the heavy front door, casually tossed his car keys onto the cabinet in the entryway, changed into slippers, and walked into the living room.

Lin Dawei followed behind and stepped into the hall.

A very faint scent of sandalwood wafted over.

He sniffed; the air was filled with the scent of warm sweat and ripe peaches.

At the corner of the first-floor corridor, a woman walked out, wiping the fine sweat from her temples with a pure white dry towel.

Wen Lan.

Zhao Pengfei's stepmother.

She had clearly just finished working out on the machines in the private gym on the first floor.

The age of thirty-four or thirty-five is precisely the stage when a woman sheds her immaturity and exudes a fatal attraction like a ripe peach.

Wen Lan wore a tight-fitting light gray sports tank top, her full curves stretching the fabric to the point of being almost transparent.

Her lower body was covered by a pair of close-fitting, seamless, light pink yoga pants.

This color is extremely demanding on body shape; even a little bit of extra fat will make you look bulky.

But on Wen Lan, her amazing waist-to-hip ratio and voluptuous leg lines were perfectly outlined.

As she moved, the voluptuousness unique to mature women rippled gently.

Zhao Pengfei suddenly stopped in his tracks.

He stared intently at the area of ​​Wen Lan tightly encased in yoga pants, his Adam's apple bobbing uncontrollably.

He had been holding back his frustrations and anger towards Xia Xinglan, and at this moment he found an outlet.

"Stepmother."

Zhao Pengfei smirked, his expression revealing an undisguised lewdness and audacity.

He strode forward and pressed his attack directly.

"Wearing this around at home in broad daylight, aren't you afraid of hurting your back?"

Wen Lan heard the noise and looked up.

Seeing Zhao Pengfei's unbridled gaze, her delicate face stiffened slightly, and she subconsciously tugged at the hem of her non-existent coat.

"Pengfei is back."

Her voice was soft, conveying a deliberate sense of detachment and restraint.

Wen Lan's position in this family is extremely awkward. Old Master Zhao is busy with business in the city all year round and doesn't come home for several months at a time.

Zhao Qinglan didn't even give her a second glance, and Zhao Pengfei, that troublemaker, repeatedly tried to grope her in secret.

"You've worked up a good sweat, haven't you? Let me check if your muscles are relaxed."

Zhao Pengfei completely ignored her.

He strode up to Wen Lan, and relying on his status as a young master, he brazenly reached out and reached for Wen Lan's slender waist.

Wen Lan's face turned deathly pale.

She abruptly took half a step back, dodging the hand that carried a lewd undertone.

His back slammed against the solid wood wall of the corridor.

"Pengfei! What are you doing!"

Wen Lan lowered her voice, her tone filled with fear.

It wouldn't be a problem under normal circumstances, but today there's a stranger standing in the living room!

She raised her reddened eyes, looked over Zhao Pengfei's shoulder as if seeking help, and saw Lin Dawei standing in the entrance hall.

This man was tall and muscular.

The black suit was stretched taut by his strong muscles, and his rugged features and deep eyes calmly observed everything.

The presence of an outsider made Wen Lan feel an unprecedented sense of shame and embarrassment.

Her breathing became rapid, and her chest heaved violently.

Beneath those light pink yoga pants, her legs trembled slightly with tension.

Just then.

A crisp electronic notification sound suddenly rang in Lin Dawei's mind.

【Ding! 】

[Discover high-value targets!]

Name: Wen Lan

Age: 34

【Height: 166cm】

[Measurements: 92-62-95]

[Specialties: Mature and reserved, excellent waist-to-hip ratio]

【Pants Value: ★★★】

[Target Star Rating: Three-star target.]

Lin Dawei's eyes suddenly deepened.

He had originally intended to remain patient and observe, but the system's prompt made him change his mind instantly.

The corridor ahead.

When Zhao Pengfei failed, the mockery on his face turned into rage.

He didn't care at all that Lin Dawei was there; he even treated it as a way to seek thrills.

"What are you hiding from?"

Zhao Pengfei sneered, leaned forward, and completely cornered Wen Lan against the wall.

He raised his hand again and actually went straight for the outside of the pink yoga pants.

"Stop pretending to be so innocent. My dad barely touches you a few times a year. I'm just showing you some concern as his son, what's wrong with that?"

Wen Lan was so humiliated that tears welled up in her eyes. She gripped the towel tightly with both hands, but dared not actually cry out for help.

If things escalate, the Zhao family will definitely kick her out of the house, this powerless and outsider!

"Young Master Zhao."

A deep, rough, yet powerfully penetrating voice suddenly rang out in the empty living room.

The sound was like a blunt object, instantly shattering the thick, lewd atmosphere.

Zhao Pengfei's finger stopped in mid-air.

He turned his head irritably, his brows furrowed, and glared fiercely at Lin Dawei.

"Are you fucking blind? Get out!"

Lin Dawei was not deterred by the rebuke.

He slowly walked to the center of the living room, raised his left hand, and directly unbuttoned two buttons on his expensive black suit.

He then unabashedly took off his suit jacket and rolled up the sleeves of the white shirt underneath.

Splash!

The cuffs were rolled up above the upper arms.

Two thick, veiny forearms were exposed to the air.

But on that wheat-colored skin, there was now a large patch of shocking black and purplish-blue!

Some areas were even swollen and bulging, with blood clots showing inside.

This is the price I paid for taking that heavy punch from that retired bodyguard, Brother Lei.

"That guy surnamed Lei went too far; he was aiming for vital organs."

Lin Dawei spoke calmly, holding his scarred arm across in front of Zhao Pengfei.

"I made it through those ten minutes."

"But it seems like there's a slight fracture in my ulna and radius. I need to go to the hospital for an X-ray and have steel pins inserted, otherwise my hand will be ruined and I won't be able to do anything for you in the future."

His words were flawless.

Zhao Pengfei looked at the mangled arm, and the muscles at the corners of his eyes twitched involuntarily.

Even if he was a scoundrel, he knew that what Lei Ge had just used was his real skill.

To be able to beat someone's arm into this state and still not utter a sound, this old man is truly a ruthless character.

The fleeting romantic thoughts that had just been stirred within her vanished instantly upon seeing the bloody wound.

My enthusiasm was completely dampened.

"Damn! What bad luck!"

Zhao Pengfei withdrew his hand and waved it impatiently.

"Go away! Get your ass to the hospital right now! Don't you dare dirty this place!"

"Have my assistant reimburse your medical expenses. Be on call tomorrow!"

Lin Dawei lowered his shirt sleeves, picked up his suit jacket again, and nodded.

He turned around and strode towards the door.

In the instant I passed the corner of the corridor.

Wen Lan leaned close to the wall, her chest rising and falling slightly.

She raised her eyes.

Her eyes, brimming with tears, held fear, humiliation, and a hint of indescribable gratitude as she gazed deeply at Lin Dawei.