The Fortunate Demoniac Little Village Doctor
Chapter 389 - 389 364 A Different Experience

389: Chapter 364 A Different Experience 389: Chapter 364 A Different Experience “My mother once told me that a man who can truly achieve great things not only has the heart of a bodhisattva but also the measures of King Yan, and most importantly, the tolerance to embrace the universe…” Shu Qingya said as she extended her tender, soft little tongue and swept it across Liu Hun’s chest, “You have all of these.”

While talking to Liu Hun, Shu Qingya had already begun to get restless.

She felt that her years of abstinence had seemingly turned her passionless and pure-hearted, but once a breach was opened, desire flooded out like a torrent, impossible to stem.

Liu Hun gripped Shu Qingya’s wandering hand.

He couldn’t continue battling with Shu Qingya here; there was still much awaiting his attention.

But obviously, Shu Qingya was not willing to stop.

With misty, blurry eyes, she looked at Liu Hun, extended her tender, soft little tongue to lick her dry lips, and cooed seductively at Liu Hun, “I want more!”

“Then I’ll give you an experience you’ve never had before,” Liu Hun said as he took Shu Qingya’s hand with his right.

“What…”

Black Dragon Power!

“This… how… ahh…” While Shu Qingya was speaking, she suddenly felt an unprecedented stimulus spreading throughout her body, seemingly every pore expanding with it, her mind going blank as if floating above the clouds, her legs trembling and collapsing onto the floor.

Shu Qingya couldn’t utter a word, her half-open lips constantly twitching, her mind filled with nothing but ecstasy.

It seemed that Black Dragon Power had quite remarkable auxiliary effects on women.

However, why didn’t Bi’er show such an exaggerated reaction?

Could it be that each person’s experience is different?

Liu Hun thought to himself.

He lifted Shu Qingya up from the floor onto the bed, cleaned her up a little, and then he left the room, leaving her alone to savor the soul-consuming, bone-melting afterglow.

As soon as Liu Hun walked through his front door, Shi Bi’er rushed towards him, with one slipper falling off in her haste, and hugged Liu Hun anxiously asking, “Where have you been these two days?

Only a text message, I was so worried!”

Liu Hun pinched Shi Bi’er’s delicate cheek gently and said, “I was a bit busy and couldn’t get away; I’m sorry for making you worry.”

“The stoic man is back?

I’ve told you before that he would be fine; sister, look at how worried you were,” Shi Qing’er said, wearing an oversized T-shirt that revealed her delicate thighs, flip-flops on her feet, her hair casually tied back, and with a face showing a mix of happiness, jealousy, and a bit of pouting like a young girl.

Nothing was left of the image of a rising star.

Yet to Liu Hun, her disheveled appearance had a charm of the girl-next-door.

Shi Bi’er, clinging to Liu Hun’s arm, walked towards the living room, speaking as they went, “I saw a media report that the manager of Tianxing was at the press conference that day.

If Tianxing is behind this and if Chang Hechun does not let this go so easily, you need to be very careful.”

“Chang Hechun is no longer of any value; Tianxing will surely abandon him, as they will that manager.

Besides, Tianxing has been troubling us for more than a day or two.

I have a way to deal with them, don’t worry,” Liu Hun reassured Shi Bi’er as he pulled her to sit on the sofa.

“Crunch crunch crunch…” Shi Qing’er, wearing shorts, sat on the sofa munching on potato chips with her slender, pale legs crossed.

Seeing Shi Qing’er’s outfit, Fang Tingmei rolled her eyes in annoyance and said, “Sit up straight!

Don’t eat those things; they’ll make you fat!

You should be dieting now!

Mind your image!

You’re a star now, not some college student.

Why don’t you learn from your sister!”

Shi Qing’er licked the chip crumbs off her fingers and then looked at her sister sitting next to Liu Hun, her body straight, her legs tightly closed with not a gap between them, her hands calmly resting on her lap, the very picture of purity.

If not for the nightly moans that could flush the cheeks of listeners, she would have truly believed her sister a maiden.

Shi Qing’er tried to mimic her sister’s posture for barely two seconds, finding herself uncomfortable no matter how she sat, and finally reverted back to the unsightly image of a tomboy with difficulty, exasperatingly saying, “Ah ah ah ah…

I can’t do it!

I can’t!

I like it this way!”

“Based on our station’s interview with Mr.

Hong Decai, the CEO of Tianxing Group, Hong Decai stated that the Chen Jin who appeared at the press conference was a former employee who had been dismissed by Tianxing Group a month ago.

His collaboration with Chang Hechun for this publicity stunt was not under Tianxing Group’s direction.

Hong Decai further indicated that Chen Jin’s actions had seriously damaged Tianxing Group’s image, and they do not rule out taking legal action against him…”

Watching the news on TV, Liu Hun scoffed secretly in his heart; just as he had guessed, Chen Jin had become a scapegoat.

“…We have just received this news: a well-known music producer in the entertainment industry, Ou Ye, was found dead today at 2 p.m.

in his home at Qingyang Apartment.

According to sources, a copy of a high-priced IOU was discovered in his home, and Ou Ye’s creditor is Liu, a fast-rising figure in the entertainment industry.

The police suggest that Ou Ye’s death may be connected to this enormous debt…”

Ou Ye was dead!

Liu Hun’s heart shook immediately, never expecting Ou Ye to die at this time.

Reflecting on how Ou Ye had aggressively confronted him at the Council meeting before recklessly heading to the casino, it wasn’t hard to surmise that there was a force behind him, and that force could only be Tianxing Group.

Since Hui Le had chosen Jia Tianhao, it made no sense to find another person to undermine Jia Tianhao’s standing, especially since Ou Ye’s death came at a convenient time, coinciding with Chen Jin’s scandal, surely diverting media attention from Chen Jin and Chang Hechun to Ou Ye.

Both incidents, one overt and one covert, were directed at Liu Hun, undoubtedly thrusting him into the center of a media storm.

“Ding ding ding…

dong dong dong…”

The news wasn’t over when Liu Hun’s phone began to ring.

“Hello, may I ask who is speaking?” Liu Hun asked the person on the other end of the phone.

“May I ask if you are Mr.

Liu Hun?” The voice on the other end of the phone was very serious.

“Yes, who is this?” Liu Hun felt something was off.

“I’m Li Ming, a police officer.

There’s something I’d like to inquire about with you, would it be convenient for you to come to the station?” The voice over the phone was still polite.

Liu Hun thought that if they were calling instead of coming to his door, the matter probably wasn’t too serious, so after placating the three women, he left home for the police station.

It wasn’t until he got out of the car that Liu Hun realized that the situation was not as simple as he had thought; journalists had already crowded outside the station, clearly Tianxing Group had intentionally leaked the news, planning to exploit this incident.

Liu Hun hadn’t even fully stepped out of the car when a barrage of cameras swarmed him.

“Mr.

Liu, can you explain why you are appearing at the police station?

Does Ou Ye’s death have anything to do with you?”

“Both Ou Ye and I are council members of the Music Producers Association, it shouldn’t be strange for us to know each other or for me to have lent him money, right?” Liu Hun responded to the journalists as he struggled to make his way into the station.

“Mr.

Liu, there are media reports saying you and Ou Ye had a massive debt relationship, could you tell us how much it was?”

“I don’t remember it very clearly.

It shouldn’t be much.

If it were a huge sum, I’d definitely remember it down to the last penny, I’m quite a penny pincher, you know.” Liu Hun joked in response to the questioning journalist.

The surrounding journalists suddenly burst into laughter, the atmosphere considerably lightened, and Liu Hun quickened his pace.

“Another question, Mr.

Liu, does Ou Ye’s death have anything to do with your debt?”

Liu Hun had reached the entrance of the station, and two police officers had also stopped the crowd of journalists around him.

Liu Hun finally said, “I don’t think so; no creditor in the world would want their debtor to die or disappear, especially when it’s not a lot of money.”

After answering the last question, Liu Hun was about to enter the station when suddenly, a Bentley stopped at the entrance.

A sharp-eyed journalist immediately recognized the owner of the car.

“It’s Hong Decai, the CEO of Tianxing Group!” With that shout, all the journalists turned their cameras toward Hong Decai.

Hong Decai, with his round, chubby belly, emerged slowly from the car, and just as his round head popped out, the questions began.

“Mr.

Hong, why are you here?

Do you or Tianxing Group have anything to do with Ou Ye’s death?”

After fully stepping out, Hong finally answered, “To be precise, Ou Ye had an employment relationship with Tianxing Group before his death, so today I came to assist the police with some investigations.”

“Mr.

Hong, there are reports suggesting that promissory notes were found at Ou Ye’s home, and there’s speculation his death may be debt-related.

Could you speak on his financial situation that you are aware of?”

“Debt?

That’s unlikely!

The Ou Ye I knew was always very cautious and diligent, how could he recklessly incur debt?

Could it be a trap set by someone with ulterior motives?

I hope the police will thoroughly investigate this lead!

We must clear Ou Ye’s name and bring the criminal to justice!” Hong Decai exclaimed in feigned surprise, then indignantly called for the thorough investigation of the culprit, subtly hinting at Liu Hun.

“Mr.

Hong, someone mentioned that the amount of the promissory note wasn’t large, hardly enough to drive Ou Ye to death, what do you think?”

Hong Decai slowly made his way to Liu Hun’s side, seemingly oblivious to Liu Hun’s presence, not even giving Liu Hun a glance, Hong Decai raised his voice to the journalists, “I’m telling you all very seriously now!

The amount of the debt between Ou Ye and Mr.

Liu is as high as fifty million!”

“Wow!

Fifty million?

How could there be so much?!”

“That’s unbelievable!

Didn’t Liu Hun just say it wasn’t much?!

Can fifty million even be considered not much?!”

“Is Liu Hun lying?!

Is there really something hidden here?!”

“…”

Hong Decai, seemingly still not satisfied, continued to say loudly, “You can all imagine the enormous impact and harm fifty million can cause.

Let’s wait for more information from the police, I’d rather not say too much, to avoid tarnishing the image of someone in the entertainment industry, wouldn’t you agree, Mr.

Liu?”