Power and Wealth

The next day...

Morning.

In the courtyard.

Several sparrows chirped and chattered on the Chinese toon tree. The branches swayed, casting shadows on the window of the north courtyard, shining into the bed inside.

A flicker.

A sway.

Dong Xuebing was awakened by the shadows swaying on his eyelids. He yawned sleepily, rubbed his eyes, glanced at the window, and then looked at the clock on the wall. It was just past eight o'clock. Since he wasn't working lately, he slept a little longer. Dong Xuebing closed his eyes again, rolled over, and adjusted to a more comfortable position, ready to sleep for another hour.

Huh?

What's so soft?

What's between my legs?

Dong Xuebing suddenly felt something soft and warm as he moved his leg. Then, he heard a woman's voice.

"Mmm."

"Ah."

"Hoo."

Dong Xuebing instantly woke up, wide-eyed and dumbfounded. He realized his leg was resting on Fang Wenping's thigh, wrapped in her stockings. Then, he noticed the deep cleavage of her chest. Dong Xuebing was shocked, quickly pulled his leg back, and reacted momentarily. Finally, he remembered the situation and how he had helped her back to his place last night. He couldn't believe he was sleeping like this.

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Fang Wenping also woke up, slowly opened her eyes, and looked at Dong Xuebing with a sleepy expression.

Fang Wenping's drowsiness faded instantly, and her expression changed slightly. "Dong Xuebing." Then she looked around and sat up from the bed.

Dong Xuebing didn't get up; he was still lying there. He didn't care.

Fang Wenping, her body already stripped bare, but there was nothing she could do, glared at him. "Where is this?"

"My home," Dong Xuebing replied indifferently, pulling the blanket over himself and preparing to go back to sleep.

Fang Wenping's face darkened. "How did I end up in your home?"

Dong Xuebing snorted. "You tell me."

Fang Wenping's voice turned cold. "You tricked me, you bastard."

Dong Xuebing almost spat blood, suddenly flipping over from the bed, annoyed. "What are you talking about? Am I in the mood to play games? You were boasting about your drinking prowess last night, challenging me at the KTV, but you couldn't handle more than a bottle. You lay on the sofa like a dead fish and vomited all over me. Damn it, just thinking about it makes me angry. I tried calling your niece, but her phone was off the whole time. I had to bring you back to my place. Did you think I wanted to? You vomited all over me, making me sick. I can't stand that smell."

Fang Wenping touched her stockings and thought for a moment after listening. Then, she recalled, "You took off my clothes."

"I did," Dong Xuebing said confidently.

"Did I ask you to?" Fang Wenping retorted coldly.

Dong Xuebing was also annoyed. Getting off the bed, he threw her sweater and skirt back to her. "Fine, wear them. If you're so great, wear them. I kindly found you a place to stay, but you're picky. Did you think I wanted to bring you back? I would rather throw you out on the street."

Holding her clothes, Fang Wenping frowned in disgust and threw them back, clearly not wanting to smell the vomit. "Stop yelling at me. I want to know why, with so many rooms in your courtyard, you had to sleep in the same bed as me."

Dong Xuebing glared at her. "This is my house. I sleep wherever I want."

Fang Wenping stared into his eyes. "You just want to take advantage of me, don't you?"

“Taking advantage of you?” Dong Xuebing chuckled. “You crack me up. I'm full and don't need to take advantage of you. You're hilarious.”

The two of them started arguing again, exchanging insults back and forth.

In the end, Dong Xuebing waved his hand. "I don't want to talk to you anymore. Wake up and leave. I need to go back to sleep. I can't be bothered with you."

Fang Wenping sneered, "Do you think I enjoy talking to you?" With that, she got out of bed, half-naked, and put on her high heels. But when she saw her dirty clothes, she frowned. She turned to Dong Xuebing and ordered, "Find me some clothes."

Dong Xuebing replied, "There are none."

"Xie Huilan's clothes will do," Fang Wenping insisted.

"I said there are none. There are only my clothes in the house," Dong Xuebing said firmly.

Fang Wenping's expression changed. "You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?"

Dong Xuebing sat up. "My wife has never lived here. Where would I get her clothes? The clothes in the closet are all I have. Find your own."

After saying that, Dong Xuebing couldn't help but notice Fang Wenping's almost half-naked body. His eyes couldn't help but sweep over her thighs wrapped in black stockings and her deep cleavage. It was too tempting.

Fang Wenping took a deep breath, too irritated to argue with him anymore. She approached the closet and rudely opened it to find some clothes. She tried on a pair of pants and a shirt belonging to Dong Xuebing, but they were too small for her, especially around the waist. She couldn't even button them up.

Fang Wenping became annoyed. "Buy me some clothes."

"In the early morning? Where would I find a store open?" Dong Xuebing retorted. "You're treating me like a servant. Let me tell you, I served you well last night, giving you water and wiping your clothes. Don't take advantage of me, Fang Wenping. If you don't have clothes, stay naked. I don't care."

Fang Wenping stood there with a cold expression. "Then how do I leave naked? Fine, I don't care. As a widow, I don't mind being embarrassed. It's not me who loses face."

Dong Xuebing smirked. "As a man, I don't mind either."

"Alright, you said it," Fang Wenping said with a smile as she walked out.

But just then, there was a sudden sound from the courtyard door, as if someone had pushed it open from outside. Dong Xuebing suddenly remembered that he hadn't locked the door when he returned last night; he had just pushed it closed.

"Brother-in-law."

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"Are you awake?"

It was Xie Ran and Fang Shuiling's voices.

Their footsteps were getting closer and closer, and in a flash, they had reached the entrance of the north courtyard.

Dong Xuebing was startled, his face turning pale. "Oh no, why are they here?"

Fang Wenping's face didn't look any better. She glanced at her half-naked body and said darkly, "You're just asking for trouble."