Rustic Charm: The Doctor Immortal
Chapter 137: Knowing Too Much

Chapter 137: Chapter 137: Knowing Too Much

Seeing the astonished look in Chen Dashan’s eyes, Liu Qianqian let go of his arm.

She frowned and said, "Deng Biao, that useless wretch, is supposedly the heir my father picked out. Back then I just thought he was kind to me, honest and reliable. He used to be at my beck and call, but now that my dad’s getting older and has less and less control over things, this waste of space has started to brazenly play around with women, completely disregarding me."

"I’m well aware that if it weren’t for my dad, I’d be the first person he’d come after."

After all, a man being dominated by a woman for too long will sooner or later retaliate.

Dashan pondered, feeling indignant on behalf of Liu Qianqian. He had intended to find a son-in-law, but it turned out he had raised a hungry wolf instead.

"Don’t worry. As long as I’m here, my dad won’t lay a finger on you," he assured her.

Liu Qianqian continued, snuggling into Dashan’s embrace, "Dashan, ever since we parted last time, I’ve been thinking about you non-stop. You might not believe me if I tell you, but I’ve never felt this way before. I hate that I can’t give myself to you, everything I have."

"After seeing you, I just can’t see any other man."

Chen Dashan lifted his hand to touch Liu Qianqian’s long hair, which was fine, smooth, and felt good to the touch.

Liu Qianqian went on, "I will have my dad transfer all the properties under Deng Biao’s name to you. From now on, I’ll be yours, I trust you!"

To himself?

Chen Dashan was taken aback.

He looked down at Liu Qianqian, who was now lying against his chest, her large breasts pressing against him, the round mounds squeezed together revealing a swath of white flesh that quivered with her movements. It stiffened Chen Dashan.

Almost in a whisper, he said, "That’s not what I want. Do you have any other proof of sincerity?"

Liu Qianqian’s cheeks flushed, she slowly sat up, her little hands sliding down from Chen Dashan’s chest, her seductive eyes fixed on him as she quickly stripped off his pants.

Seeing the giant, rigid dragon, Liu Qianqian’s breathing became rapid, kneeling before Chen Dashan.

She stuck out her tongue, constantly licking her red lips.

Seeing her desperate craving, Chen Dashan held the back of her head, bringing her into zero-distance contact—warm, moist, slick—it sent his blood pumping violently.

But the most fatal thing was Liu Qianqian herself; sucking while looking up at Dashan, she licked continuously, as if the giant dragon in front of her was a diluted treasure that she wanted to lick all over.

Her ardor was unstoppable, not even by gods.

Chen Dashan’s raging dragon could no longer hold back, yearning to smash straight to the core with a fierce onslaught.

Liu Qianqian knelt on the ground, moaning lewdly, her nightgown nowhere to be seen. Seeing Chen Dashan hesitate, Liu Qianqian stayed on her knees, her bottom raised high as she said, "Dashan, do you want to do me?"

"Dashan, I want you to fill me up..."

At this moment, Liu Qianqian seemed to have lost all reason, her eyes ablaze with lust.

With a "smack!" Chen Dashan slapped her perky buttock, and several bright red handprints immediately appeared on her snow-white skin.

Liu Qianqian didn’t feel pain, on the contrary, she was even more aroused, kneeling with her little hands frantically rubbing herself and uttering filthy words, saliva glistening at the corners of her mouth.

Chen Dashan could hold back no longer, his rough hands gripping Liu Qianqian’s firm buttocks, with a single thrust,

"Mmm ah..."

Liu Qianqian let out a satisfied moan, then began to twist her waist.

Chen Dashan started to pound fiercely, Liu Qianqian like a rampant wildfire, her body floating on a cloud, swinging up and down with Chen Dashan’s movements.

The two were like tinder to flame, caught up in their fervor.

"Buzz, buzz, buzz!"

"Buzz, buzz..."

The phone on the table started to vibrate non-stop.

Chen Dashan paused, and Liu Qianqian, unsatisfied, frowned at her phone, wishing she’d turned it off.

"Go see who’s calling, it might be an emergency," Chen Dashan said. Liu Qianqian couldn’t say much in response, reached for the phone on the table, and saw it was marked as Deng Biao.

Liu Qianqian hesitated, while Chen Dashan behind her continued to move slowly, in and out.

The full, fiery sensation made Liu Qianqian tremble all over, her neck arched back as she kept gasping for air.

"Deng Biao calling?"

"See what he wants to say?"

Chen Dashan said with a smirk.

Liu Qianqian didn’t hesitate and answered the phone. From the other end, Deng Biao’s anxious voice came through: "Wife, have you spoken to your father about this?"

"Ye Jiping, that slut, teamed up with Chen Dashan to cripple me and take over our property. Dad can’t ignore this; I’m now..."

Deng Biao hadn’t finished speaking.

Liu Qianqian let out a muffled moan on the phone: "Mmm ah..."

This soul-stirring sound interrupted Deng Biao.

There was silence on the phone.

With the phone in hand, Liu Qianqian felt Chen Dashan behind her intensify his thrusts, becoming more spiteful with each movement, the sound of water, friction, and rapid breathing mingling together.

"What are you doing?"

"Liu Qianqian, are you cheating on me?"

Deng Biao was furious. He’d been injured and hospitalized, and this bitch still had the nerve to cheat? No wonder she wasn’t in a hurry to avenge him; turns out she had found herself a pretty boy.

With this thought, Deng Biao was raging. He wanted to see who was so bold as to mess with his woman.

On the other side.

Chen Dashan snatched the phone directly, hung up, and casually tossed it onto the sofa.

He flipped Liu Qianqian roughly over, lifted her long white legs, and launched another attack. Liu Qianqian, pleased and fulfilled, wrapped her arms around Chen Dashan’s neck and said: "Are you jealous?"

"That idiot Deng Biao still thinks I’ll avenge him?"

"His wife gets fucked senseless, and this idiot can only think about revenge, never bothering about me. As for marital life, there was never..."

Thinking of Deng Biao, Liu Qianqian twisted her hips even more to meet Chen Dashan’s thrusts, feeling a sense of vindictive pleasure.

...

On the other side.

Outside Liu Qianqian’s villa.

Deng Biao couldn’t wait to be helped by his underlings from the hospital; he had rushed back just to catch Liu Qianqian in the act. First, to vent his anger on the adulterer, and second, to show Liu Yishou his daughter had wronged him, then seize the chance to talk about revenge. Liu Yishou wouldn’t refuse.

With that in mind, a gleam flashed in Deng Biao’s eyes.

Next to him, Sun Xiaolong frowned and looked at the villa before saying: "Cousin, are we really going in?"

"No shit!"

Deng Biao glared at him fiercely and ordered his men: "Burst in there, and if there’s a man, beat him to a pulp!"

The men nodded and kicked open the villa’s gate.

The lights inside the house were bright, and Liu Qianqian’s moans could be heard from outside, each one louder than the last, even before they had gone up the stairs.

Sun Xiaolong and the others hung their heads low, looking resigned.

Knowing too much, would they be silenced?

But the sister-in-law’s moans were indeed impressive; even he couldn’t help but get hard.

"Am I better or is Deng Biao better?"