Golden Scale [EN]: Chapter 114

The Deeply Buried Root of Disaster (Part 2)

Seeing the man approaching, Yuqian retreated, her hands finding purchase on the dressing table. “Who let you in? Get out, you hooligan!”

“Since you already know I’m a hooligan, I won’t bother with asking permission,” Hou Longtao said, suddenly closing the distance. In a flash, he was upon her, his arms wrapping tightly around her, his mouth covering her lips.

Yuqian wasn’t entirely caught off guard, but that’s what led to her mistake. She pushed against his chest, but he was too strong. Her arms were pinned, and his weight forced her legs to bend. His legs were between hers, negating any chance of a groin strike. All she could manage was a muffled “um um” sound; she was helpless.

Hou Longtao sucked on her lips, but she managed to break free by shaking her head. He settled for licking her neck.

“Hooligan, you stinky hooligan…” Yuqian bit his shoulder hard.

“Ah!” Hou Longtao cried, stumbling back. He grabbed the collar of her police uniform shirt and tore it open. The fabric ripped, exposing her white skin and pink bra. He didn’t stop there, tearing the bra as well, revealing her breasts.

“Ah!” Yuqian instinctively crossed her arms, trying to cover herself.

Hou Longtao pulled her hands away, wrapped his arms around her waist, lifted her, and began to frantically lick her breasts, sucking on her nipples. The fragrant skin was irresistible.

“Ah… um… hooligan…” Yuqian hit his head and back, leaving shallow scratches, but it didn’t deter him.

Hou Longtao lifted her against the wall, and as soon as he put her down, he began to unbutton her police pants, kissing her neck.

“Hooligan… ah… you’re hurting me!” Yuqian tugged at her waistband, but she was no match for his strength. The pants were quickly pulled down, revealing her thighs and the rounded *yīn hù* [vaginal area] wrapped in pink panties.

Hou Longtao grabbed her shoulders, turned her around, pulled her hands up, and pressed them against the wall. He inserted his hard *yáng jù* [penis] between her legs, teasing her private parts.

“Bastard… hooligan… um…” Even through the fabric, Yuqian could feel the heat from his *yáng jù* drilling into her. Starting from deep inside, her entire *yīn dào* [vagina] became wet, and her panties must have been soaked.

Hou Longtao pressed his chest against her back, freeing

The Deeply Buried Root of Disaster (Part 2)

his right hand to grab her buttocks. He put his head to her ear, blowing hot air as he whispered, “Qian, my dear, I miss you so much.”

“Hooligan… um… hooligan…” Yuqian cursed, but her right hand remained pressed against the wall, no longer under her control.

Hou Longtao’s hands grabbed the thin waistband of her T-back panties, slowly pulling them down.

Yuqian stopped cursing, her breathing quickening, her eyes closed, her eyelashes trembling. She probably realized the inevitable.

Hou Longtao’s *guī tóu* [glans] “popped” as it was held by her *yīn chún* [labia]. The sensation made him thrust upward, pushing his entire *yáng jù* into her *yīn dào*.

“Ah…” Yuqian’s cry was a mix of pleasure and pain. Her body remembered him. He had once brought her pleasure, and the feeling was familiar, comfortable, warm, and safe.

Hou Longtao was tall and strong. To stand and *fuck* a woman who was around five-foot-five from behind, he had to bend his legs, his knees against the wall.

Yuqian’s thighs were on his thighs, like sitting on a soft chair. Her *ass* was pinched from behind, and her hands supporting the wall kept her from falling.

Hou Longtao squatted up and down quickly. Her messy clothes added to the erotic atmosphere, and her skin flushed pink.

“Ah… ah… ah… hooligan…” Yuqian’s cries were mixed with curses. She raised her legs, her toes curling in her socks. Her body rose and fell with his movements, her uterus hit to the point of numbness, making her want to cry from the sensation.

“Qian, my dear…” Hou Longtao slowed. His groin pressed against her buttocks, and his hips swayed. His hands left her *ass*, which had been kneaded until swollen, and stroked upward along her arms until his fingers intertwined with hers. “I love you…”

“Ah…” Yuqian turned her head and put her tongue into his mouth. “Brother Tao…” At the same time, tears slid down her face…

The next morning, when Hou Longtao arrived at the China World Trade Center, Tian Donghua had been waiting outside his office. Hou Longtao sat in his chair, looking at him with a gloomy face.

“President Hou, Yuqian may have a good impression of Long, but Long hasn’t betrayed you. You know Yuqian is enthusiastic,” Tian Donghua said, seeing that Hou Longtao didn’t interrupt. “She doesn’t believe in keeping distance between men and women. You’ve misunderstood Long.”

“Were you there every time they met?”

“Yes, Long called me every time. He couldn’t refuse Yuqian, and he was afraid that if they were alone, Yuqian would do something excessive. That shows Long didn’t want to be with Yuqian. They’re just friends.”

“I think he’s afraid he can’t control himself, right?”

“No, no, no, it’s not like that. Long is well-behaved around Yuqian and has never crossed the line.”

“Did he ask you to come to me?” Hou Longtao’s face softened.

“No, Long doesn’t know what to do. He’s afraid you’re still angry, so he doesn’t dare to see you. I don’t want the misunderstanding to get worse. You’ve been brothers for years; it’s not worth it for a woman.”

“Not worth it? No one touches Hou Longtao’s woman.”

“I think Long understands that.”

“He better.”

“President Hou, I have a question about your private affairs. I don’t know if I should ask.”

“Ask. I’ll answer what I can.”

“Um…” Tian Donghua was cautious. “Do you still love Yuqian?”

“Hahaha,” Hou Longtao lit a cigarette. “What’s the difference between loving and not loving?”

“If you still have feelings, there’s nothing to say. If you don’t, you should give her and Long a chance. They’re quite suitable.”

“Pa!” Hou Longtao slapped the table. “Don’t mention this again!” He paced. “I want you to take Long to Japan.”

“Take Long to Japan?” Tian Donghua realized the change. If this trip was a watermelon, Qinhuangdao was a sesame seed. Last time, Hou Longtao didn’t trust Long with sesame seeds, but now he wanted him to pick watermelons.

“Yes, let him participate in the negotiations.”

“Haven’t our strategies been set? What’s the point?” Tian Donghua wanted to understand his intentions.

“What do you think is the point? Just do it.” Hou Longtao didn’t answer. He faced the window, his face distorted in the glass…

Around 2:00 p.m., Tian Donghua found Long in his office. “Get ready; we’re going to Tokyo in a week.”

“Tokyo!?” Long jumped up, overjoyed. “You are…”

“Hehe, yes, President Hou wants you to participate.”

“Hoo…” Long fell back onto the sofa. “Hahaha, it’s finally my turn to see the world. Brother Hua, don’t worry; I’ll do my best.”

“I trust you.”

“By the way,” Long straightened up. “Have you talked to my fourth brother?”

“I saw him this morning.”

“How is it?” Long looked anxious.

“Don’t be anxious. Any man would think about this. Take it slow.”

“So, he still thinks I’m having an affair with Yuqian?”

“Not really, but the knot hasn’t been untied. But that’s understandable. Time will tell.”

“Fuck,” Long jumped up, pacing. “Sometimes I think he’s targeting me!”

“What do you mean?”

“My fourth brother has a friend named Zuo Wei; have you met him?”

“No, but I’ve heard of him. Isn’t he the president of our American branch?”

“Yes, that’s him. He slept with one of my fourth brother’s girls, and they’re getting married. He told my fourth brother, and my fourth brother didn’t object. I’m pissed. That guy got laid, and he didn’t say a word. I’m helping him watch his wife, not even touching her, and he’s throwing a tantrum at me.”

“Wow, wow, wow,” Tian Donghua said. “Tell me the details.”

Long told the story of Hou Longtao, Wu Ailin, and Zuo Wei. “Is he targeting me?”

Tian Donghua smiled, but his mind was racing. The obvious reason for the difference was that Hou Longtao didn’t love Wu Ailin, but that seemed too simple.

“Hey!”

“Ah! Um?” Tian Donghua was startled. “What’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong with you? You look like you’re having an out-of-body experience.”

“Oh, nothing, I didn’t sleep well.” Tian Donghua pinched his nose. He had considered possibilities. “President Hou is just being stricter with you.”

“A little stricter?” Long shook his head. “Alas, it’s hard to be a brother.”

The office door burst open, and Yuqian, in her police uniform, rushed in.

“Sister, sister.” A secretary followed. “President Tian, I…”

“It’s okay, you know Sister Zhang. Go out.” Tian Donghua waved her away.

Yuqian sat on the sofa, arms crossed, pouting, looking resentful. Her eyes darted between the two men.

“What’s wrong?” Long pushed her shoulder. “Don’t be angry because a secretary stopped you.”

“I’ll scold her later,” Tian Donghua said, understanding her temper.

Yuqian’s eyelashes fluttered, and tears welled up. “I… I was… I was r*ped by him!”

“Who!?” Long stepped forward, eyes wide.

“Who else!? Your good fourth brother!” Yuqian covered her face and cried, “Wuwu.”

Long sat down next to her, head in his hands.

Tian Donghua sat back down.

“What’s wrong!? Are you mute!?” After a long silence, Yuqian shouted. “Say something! I was r*ped by him!”

“Wh… when?” Long’s voice was weak.

“Are you stupid!? When was it!?”

“…”

“Hmph hmph hmph…” Yuqian sneered, sounding desolate. “Are you still considered men?” She rushed out of the office.

“Yuqian!” Long followed.

Tian Donghua took out a cigarette and lighter, but his hands shook too much to light it.

“Ah!” He stood, slammed the lighter against the wall, and swept everything off the desk. Then, exhausted, he fell back into his chair.

It was sudden, unexpected, a gift and a punishment.

“President Tian, are you okay?” The secretary opened the door. The phone had hit the internal call button.

“It’s okay, go back to work.” His expression changed instantly.

“Heaven makes mistakes, but they can be forgiven; one makes one’s own mistakes, and they cannot be lived with.” Tian Donghua thought of Long’s clenched fists and gripped the armrests…

On Sunday night, Hou Longtao spent the night in Ruyun’s villa. The next morning, he would go to the airport.

Xue Nuo, Chen Xi, and Ren Jingyao had to go to school, so they said goodbye at 7:00, crying.

Situ Qingying, always “valiant,” feared she would cry, so she took Xue Nuo and the others, not saying goodbye to Hou Longtao.

Around 9:00, He Liping, Ruyun, Yueling, Chen Qian, and Ru Yan sat in the hall, silent. A suitcase sat in the center.

“It’s almost time.” Hou Longtao came downstairs, putting on his tie.

Four stood up. Chen Qian, closest to the stairs, helped him straighten his tie.

Hou Longtao kissed her cheek.

“…” Chen Qian’s mouth opened, wanting to speak, but she choked up.

“What’s wrong?” Hou Longtao lifted her chin, looking at her moist eyes.

“Brother Tao…” Chen Qian hugged him, burying her face in his head, her shoulders trembling.

Hou Longtao kissed her lips, and among his wives, she was the most dependent, probably due to her personality.

“Brother Tao, you… take care…”

“There’s no need to be like this,” Hou Longtao wiped her tears. “It’s just a month.”

“Um.” Chen Qian nodded, kissed him hard, and went to the bathroom.

“You can go with peace of mind.” He Liping helped him put on his suit.

Hou Longtao pinched her butt and smiled.

Ru Yan put shoes at his feet. Hou Longtao kissed her forehead. Their communication didn’t need words.

Yueling didn’t get up or look at him. Her head was turned, her eyes red. Hou Longtao put on his shoes, knelt next to her, put his hands on her thighs, pushed them under her skirt, and hugged her butt. “Ling’er, aren’t you saying goodbye?”

Yueling turned further away, her jaw trembling.

Hou Longtao poked his head in and pressed his face into her *boobs*, making a “humming” sound.

“Oh! You’re annoying, like a pig,” Yueling cried and smiled, punching him, then tears welled up again. “Come back soon, don’t mess around.”

“I know.” Hou Longtao kissed her, got up, and took the suitcase from Ruyun.

Ruyun accompanied him outside. A black Accord was waiting. Fang Jie got out.

“I’m not late, am I?” Hou Longtao handed the suitcase to the driver.

“No,” Fang Jie tapped his watch. “Exactly nine o’clock.”

Hou Longtao pulled Ruyun aside. “Help me take care of them, and yourself.”

“I will, be careful. It’s not your place, so think before you do anything.”

“You don’t have to worry.” Hou Longtao smiled, tapping his temple, and got into the car.

“Mr. Hou hasn’t been to Tokyo, has he?” Fang Jie handed him a “Seven Stars.” “It’s more prosperous than Beijing. It’s Asia’s shopping paradise.”

Hou Longtao snorted and took out his “Zhongnanhai.” He didn’t want to talk about things he wasn’t interested in. “Is this car new?”

“Huh? 2003 new model.”

“Imported from Japan?”

“Yes, China can’t make such a good car.”

“Such a good car? It’s probably not as good as a Mercedes-Benz or BMW, right?”

“We make our own cars, so how can we use other companies’ cars?”

“Aren’t Japanese companies frugal? ‘Guangben’ is also your company’s.”

“Hehe, ‘Guangben’? You have to have quality even if it’s cheap. This car isn’t even on the list of products exported to China.”

“Hmph, you’re very frank?”

“This isn’t a secret. Everyone knows the best Japanese goods go to Europe and the United States, the mid-range ones are kept, and the Chinese… aren’t so particular. As long as it has a Japanese trademark, it will sell well. Second-rate Japanese goods are better than domestic ones.”

Hou Longtao almost hit him. “Mr. Fang is a top student at Peking University. This country cultivated you. Even a dog doesn’t despise its poor family.”

“Hehe, Mr. Hou is too sensitive. I’m just being realistic. Let’s not talk about these things.” Fang Jie changed the subject. “Besides shopping, Tokyo also has a developed industry.”

“What?”

“Hmph hmph hmph,” Fang Jie smiled lewdly and patted his shoulder. “During the break, I’ll take you around. Japanese baths, Thai baths, everything is available. *Hostess* clubs, wife clubs, it’s my treat. If you’re lucky, you can even meet European and American women, not including Russian ones. Those are everywhere.”

“Hahahaha.” Hou Longtao laughed, without commenting.

At the airport, they were led to the tarmac through the VIP channel.

Two men and a woman were at the ramp of a Japanese private jet, wearing JAL uniforms. The men were the captain and co-pilot, and the woman was a flight attendant. They bowed deeply.

After boarding, there was half an hour before takeoff. At Hou Longtao’s request, the flight attendant showed him the plane. She was probably transferred from the Chinese route, and her Chinese was decent.

A private jet was a symbol of wealth. Besides the seats and toilet, there was a conference room, a restaurant, and a lounge.

“What’s this?” Hou Longtao asked, pointing to a closed wooden door.

“Mr. Fang will explain it.”

“Come, come, come, sit down, don’t worry, we’ll talk after takeoff.” Fang Jie patted the sofa…(The Carp Leaping Over the Dragon Gate)