Rustic Charm: The Doctor Immortal
Chapter 310 On-Site Teaching

Chapter 310: Chapter 310 On-Site Teaching

The passion was interrupted, and Qi Junya was dissatisfied. She turned her head and lowered her voice.

Chen Dashan reached out for the phone on the bedside table, pressing one hand on Qi Junya’s long hair, making her face away from him, and he answered the call while moving.

As the call connected, Han Yifei’s voice came from the other end.

A mature and alluring tone with a hint of coolness, "Chen Dashan, you haven’t done anything naughty this early in the morning, have you?"

"You’ve taken ages to answer. I suspect you’re sweet-talking some young girl."

"Creak..."

"Creak!"

Chen Dashan didn’t respond, but the bed continued to move rhythmically with his actions, producing creaking sounds.

The sound was very regular, and Han Yifei’s breath quickened instantly, as she was all too familiar with it.

She continued, "How about it? If the young girl doesn’t know much, I can come and give a live demonstration. What do you think?"

Her tone was seductive and teasing.

Qi Junya’s face turned red. With Chen Dashan already surrounded by her and Qi Shuzhu, there’d be no room for anyone else. Thinking this, Qi Junya refused to be outdone: "Mm..."

"Mmm... ah ah..."

She seemed unable to hold back, letting out moans in response to Chen Dashan’s movements.

The other end of the call went silent instantly.

Chen Dashan’s breathing was heavy: "What’s up?"

"If it’s not urgent, I’ll get back to you later."

As Chen Dashan was about to hang up, Qi Shuzhu, who was lying on the other side, woke up to the moaning sounds. Seeing Chen Dashan hard at work in the fields, she eagerly joined in.

Qi Shuzhu, completely naked, embraced Qi Junya, their pale bodies entwined, forming an erotic scene that heated Chen Dashan up.

"Wait!"

Han Yifei quickly spoke, her tone somewhat pouty: "Last time you asked for evidence against Zhao Leyao, I’ve already prepared it. I was thinking of delivering it now, but if you’re not interested, I’ll forget it."

"If you don’t want it, I’ll throw it away!"

"My time, as a top lawyer, is very precious."

Han Yifei’s tone was sour, and knowing the importance of the matter, Chen Dashan hurriedly laughed: "Top Lawyer Han, your work is always reliable. Once this is over, you can name your reward."

"I’ll make you beg for mercy."

"That’s better. Go get busy with your exercise!"

After teasing a bit more, Han Yifei hung up the phone.

Just as Chen Dashan hung up, his phone immediately received WeChat pictures from Han Yifei. Opening them, he saw Han Yifei dressed in lingerie meant for her boyfriend, kneeling on the floor with her legs apart, her body fiery and seductive.

Little slut!

Chen Dashan chuckled, continuing his relentless battle.

Over an hour later, Chen Dashan got up and freshened up before leaving the presidential suite. Qi Junya and Qi Shuzhu, trembling in their legs, stayed behind to rest in the hotel.

When Chen Dashan returned to the slum office, it was already past 10 a.m.

Still on his desk was a file folder. Chen Dashan’s expression became serious as he opened it. After reading its contents, he pondered for a while and dialed Zhao Leyao’s number.

Lately, due to Zhao Ding Group’s direct competition for the slum redevelopment, many projects had become much more complicated than before. Coupled with Zhao Leyao’s outstanding capabilities, her subordinates and workers were willing to work hard for her.

This troubled Chen Dashan greatly, and meeting Zhao Leyao was now the best course of action.

Three o’clock in the afternoon.

"Knock knock..." The sound of knocking came, and Chen Dashan, who was playing with his phone in the office, looked up. His secretary was opening the office door, whispering, "President Chen, President Zhao Leyao of Zhao Ding Group, President Zhao, has arrived."

"She’s in the reception room now."

"Let her come in!"

Chen Dashan put down his phone. A few minutes later, Zhao Leyao, in fitted professional attire and high heels, opened the door and entered the office.

A simple white shirt, paired with a tight pencil skirt, with long legs graced in flesh-colored stockings, exuding both cleanliness and elegance, along with feminine charm, especially her slim waist. Chen Dashan’s eyes were fixed on her.

Her waist was slim and graceful, complemented by a perky peach-colored outline, creating a beautiful silhouette.

Seeing Chen Dashan staring at her, Zhao Leyao’s face flushed slightly. She calmed her emotions and looked at Chen Dashan steadily, saying, "This time you asked me here, it’s not to discuss your withdrawal from the project, is it?"

Zhao Leyao smiled, her dimples making her look harmless.

Chen Dashan knew this woman wasn’t as simple and pure as she appeared.

"Withdrawal?"

Chen Dashan retorted.

Then he pushed the file in front of him toward Zhao Leyao and continued smiling: "The one who should withdraw is you, President Zhao. These are the evidence of you targeting and framing Zhao Qiqiang, and the evidence of you wooing Zhao Ding Group’s shareholders over the years. If you don’t want Zhao Ding to know about these, Zhao Leyao, you should obediently do as I say."

"You... Chen Dashan, I didn’t expect you to use such means. I underestimated you!" Zhao Leyao stared at the documents in front of her, her gaze icy.

She didn’t need to look to know that if the evidence wasn’t solid, Chen Dashan wouldn’t be threatening her at this moment.

"At any other time, I might have turned a blind eye, but not now!" Chen Dashan stood up, his eyes falling invasively on Zhao Leyao’s high chest.

Then he walked towards Zhao Leyao step by step.

The domineering aura of the man made Zhao Leyao very uncomfortable. She crossed her arms over her chest, looking at Chen Dashan warily and said, "What do you want to do?"

"Chen Dashan, I warn you not to mess around, or else the Zhao Family won’t let you off!"

"The Zhao Family?"

Chen Dashan sneered, looking down at Zhao Leyao’s sweet little face. He leaned slightly, their noses almost touching, Zhao Leyao’s face burning, her heart pounding.

Looking at Chen Dashan’s handsome face, Zhao Leyao froze.

Chen Dashan’s voice was cold, "Soon Furong County will no longer have the current Zhao Family. If you listen to me, I promise the future Zhao Family will be yours. If you don’t, no one will save you!"

Zhao Leyao’s pupils dilated, staring at Chen Dashan, feeling the man before her was incredibly terrifying.

Chen Dashan continued, "Now you have only one choice: cooperate with me, work internally and externally like before, and when I overthrow Zhao Ding, everything of the Zhao Family will be yours."

"Impossible!"

Zhao Leyao took a step back, her eyes wide, frowning at Chen Dashan, "Zhao Ding is my father; I can’t do it!"

"Besides, I’m the current heir of the Zhao Family; I have no reason to do this. Chen Dashan, I advise you to give up!"

With that, Zhao Leyao turned to leave.

Chen Dashan grabbed Zhao Leyao’s wrist. With a slight pull, Zhao Leyao fell into Chen Dashan’s embrace. The man’s solid chest felt just as secure and dominant as she had imagined, with a strong heartbeat, making Zhao Leyao lose herself and forget to resist.

Chen Dashan lowered his head, looking at the dazed Zhao Leyao. Her delicate and pretty face, her plump chest straining the buttons of her shirt as if they were about to burst, exposing the smooth whiteness underneath through the gaps.