79: Chapter 79 Arriving just in time, furious

She radiated a sexiness unique to a mature woman.

Zhang Mingde's eyes lit up instantly.

He walked over and looked down at her.

"Fuck, she's fucking hot."

The bald man leaned in, his eyes fixed intently.

"Young Master Zhang, you're fucking lucky. This woman is just too hot."

The guy with yellow hair also squeezed in, his gaze scanning Zhao Yaqin up and down.

"This figure, this skin, this face... she's way better than those girls in their twenties."

Zhang Mingde laughed.

"That's right. Can anything I set my sights on be bad?"

He patted the bald man on the shoulder.

"Brothers, when have I ever treated you guys poorly? Today, I'll let you feast your eyes."

The bald man chuckled.

"Young Master Zhang really doesn't forget about us two brothers when there's a good time to be had."

The yellow-haired guy rubbed his hands together, impatient.

"Young Master Zhang, what are we waiting for?"

Zhang Mingde turned his head and looked at Liu Qian.

Liu Qian stood to the side, head bowed, saying nothing.

Zhang Mingde smiled.

"You join in too."

Liu Qian looked up at him.

"I... I also..."

Zhang Mingde nodded.

"What, not willing? Don't want that car tomorrow anymore?"

Liu Qian gritted her teeth.

"I'm willing."

Zhang Mingde smiled with satisfaction.

"That's a good girl."

He looked at Zhao Yaqin, then at Liu Qian, a lecherous smile curling the corners of his mouth.

"First, go take your mother to take a shower. She's all dirty, it's no fun."

Liu Qian nodded, walked over to the sofa, and laboriously helped Zhao Yaqin up.

Zhao Yaqin was limp, leaning against her, having no strength at all.

"Qianqian... you can't~"

Liu Qian ignored her and supported her as they walked toward the bathroom.

Behind them, the laughter of Zhang Mingde and the other two could be heard.

"Young Master Zhang, this mother-in-law of yours is really something."

"Tonight is going to be great."

"Think about it, her daughter joining in with her, what do you call that?"

"Hahaha, you really know how to describe things, fuck."

Liu Qian helped Zhao Yaqin into the bathroom and closed the door.

She leaned against the door, tears streaming down.

But quickly, she wiped them away.

She looked at herself in the mirror, then looked at Zhao Yaqin.

Why does she get to live so well?

Why?

Liu Qian gritted her teeth and turned on the shower.

...

Half an hour later.

The bathroom door opened.

Liu Qian helped Zhao Yaqin walk out.

Zhao Yaqin had changed her clothes.

A purple bodycon skirt clung tightly to her body, outlining stunning curves.

The skirt was very short, barely covering her hips, revealing two fair, long legs.

Her legs were wrapped in black silk stockings, shimmering faintly under the lights.

Her hair was half-damp, draped over her shoulders, and her face was flushed.

She radiated a lethal sexiness.

Liu Qian stood beside her, wearing a white sailor uniform.

The pleated skirt was as short as it could be, and her legs were wrapped in white silk stockings.

She wore her hair in twin tails, looking both innocent and seductive.

Standing together, one was mature and sexy, the other innocent and alluring.

Zhang Mingde and the other two stared, their eyes fixed.

The bald man swallowed his saliva.

"Young Master Zhang, this... this is just incredible."

The yellow-haired guy couldn't sit still anymore; he stood up and rubbed his hands.

"Young Master Zhang, what are you waiting for? Let's start!"

Zhang Mingde stood up and walked to Zhao Yaqin.

He reached out and touched her face.

Zhao Yaqin tried to dodge, but couldn't.

Her consciousness was still there, but her body wouldn't obey her commands at all.

Zhang Mingde laughed.

"Auntie, tonight I'll make sure you're very comfortable."

Zhao Yaqin's tears streamed down.

She looked at Liu Qian, her eyes full of despair.

"Qianqian... you, you can't..."

Liu Qian stood to the side, expressionless.

Zhang Mingde turned to look at her.

"You go first."

Liu Qian nodded, walked to the bed, and lay down.

The bald man and the yellow-haired guy exchanged glances and both laughed.

"Young Master Zhang, you go first."

"Right, right, you go first."

Zhang Mingde laughed and walked to the bed.

He reached out to unbuckle his belt.

Just then—

Bang!

The door was kicked open.

The loud noise stunned everyone.

Zhang Mingde turned around abruptly.

Wang Yang stood at the doorway.

He was panting heavily, his eyes bloodshot, radiating cold killing intent from head to toe.

His gaze swept across the room.

Zhang Mingde stood by the bed, his belt half-unbuckled, a lecherous smile still hanging on his face.

The bald man and the yellow-haired guy cowered to the side, one rubbing his hands, the other swallowing saliva.

Liu Qian, wearing that white sailor uniform, lay on the bed, her expression changing from smug to stiff.

Then he saw Zhao Yaqin.

She was leaning against the sofa armrest, her body limp, her eyes unfocused.

The purple bodycon skirt was wrinkled on her body, the hem rolled up, revealing large expanses of legs wrapped in black silk.

Her neckline was askew, her fair collarbone and the soft curves of her chest partially visible.

Her face was flushed hot, her lips slightly parted, her breathing rapid, mumbling something.

"So hot... so uncomfortable."

The voice was soft as water, tinged with a sob, like a needle piercing Wang Yang's heart.

Wang Yang's fists clenched, cracking audibly.

His knuckles turned white, veins bulging.

He had only one thought in his mind—kill them.

Zhang Mingde reacted, stepping back, a flash of panic crossing his face.

But quickly, he puffed out his chest again, relying on the fact that there were more of them, his confidence returning.

"Yo, Wang Yang? You arrived just in time."

He sneered and signaled to the bald man and the yellow-haired guy.

"I was going to find you another day, but today you delivered yourself to my doorstep. Perfect, I'll deal with you first and let you know the consequences of offending me."

The bald man and the yellow-haired guy exchanged glances and flanked him from both sides.

The bald man grabbed a glass bottle from the coffee table, and the yellow-haired guy pulled a retractable baton from his waist; both had fierce looks on their faces.

Liu Qian sat up from the bed, her expression very complex the moment she saw Wang Yang.

There was fear, panic, and a trace of something indescribable.

Wang Yang didn't look at her. His gaze remained locked on Zhang Mingde.

"Get him!"

At Zhang Mingde's command, the bald man charged first.

He raised the beer bottle high and smashed it down toward Wang Yang's head.

Wang Yang sidestepped and punched the bald man in the stomach.

Bang!

The bald man folded like a shrimp, the beer bottle flew out of his hand, and shattered on the ground.

Clutching his stomach, he knelt on the ground, his face turning liver-colored, letting out a pig-like scream.

The yellow-haired guy was startled, but he couldn't stop. The baton swung down with a whistling sound.

Wang Yang raised his arm to block and punched the yellow-haired guy in the face with his other hand.

Crack.

The sound of a nasal bone breaking.

The yellow-haired guy screamed, fell backward, and blood sprayed from his nose.

The baton dropped to the floor, and he rolled on the ground, clutching his nose.

Zhang Mingde's expression changed.

He stepped back and reached for his waist.

Wang Yang didn't give him the chance. He stepped forward and punched him in the face.

Zhang Mingde staggered and hit the wall; before he could steady himself, the second punch arrived.

This punch landed on his nose bridge, and blood gushed out instantly.

Wang Yang grabbed his collar, pinned him against the wall, one punch, two punches, three punches.

Each punch carried anger and hatred.