Although they didn't talk about other things, Zhao An could talk about anything—anything under the sun, from tourism to real estate development, and so on.
Zhao An's real estate projects were all self-developed and for his own residence; he didn't sell them, so there was no competition from other industries.
Few people were like him, owning a construction team and building houses for his own enjoyment.
Even if he gave them to his women, that was a matter of lifestyle.
He wasn't married, so he didn't care about such things.
A wealthy, eligible bachelor wouldn't be a problem for anyone.
Most women would be eager to curry favor with him; what if they were lucky enough to become his wife?
Although the chances were so slim they were almost negligible.
But the possibility of it happening couldn't be ignored!
Zhao An wasn't unaware of those women's thoughts.
He just scoffed at such ideas.
He hadn't married any of the women who bore him daughters, so why would he marry other women?
It was simply a joke.
And older women, over forty.
Just playing around...
Zhao An genuinely had no intention of marrying them.
They could have children, live together, even provide cars and houses.
They could support him financially, but marriage was out of the question.
Even if Zhao An agreed, his mother wouldn't.
Mothers are always reluctant to see their sons marry; it means another woman will share their son's love.
Zhao Xinlei wouldn't agree. She had intimate contact with her son, shared physical intimacy, and even bore him a daughter. How could she possibly agree?
As he slept with more and more women—young girls, female students, urban women, young mature women, mature women, older women, even older women—he'd been with them all.
Of all these, the older women excited Zhao An the most.
Especially mature women who have given birth…
They tend to be particularly shy when facing men their own age.
They feel somewhat embarrassed…
But once they actually get intimate, it's not so boring at all. They naturally use their rich sexual experience to please you, making it incredibly pleasurable!
Zhao An didn't deliberately urge her to drink. An Hong had a good tolerance for alcohol; despite drinking quite a bit, she remained rational.
Through telepathy…
Zhao An knew that An Hong was actually wary of him.
Such a woman has a family and a career, and doesn't lack anything.
Moreover, she doesn't have a strong sexual desire, so getting her wouldn't be easy.
Zhao An wasn't in a hurry; his prey wouldn't escape.
After a few rounds of drinks…
Zhao An got up to see her off, letting An Hong go back to her dormitory for the time being.
After An Hong left…
Zhao An closed the door behind him, chuckled, and walked towards Aunt Pang, who was watching TV in the living room. He carried her to his room.
Soon, Aunt Pang's soft moans filled the room, "Ah… gently… husband… be careful of our… baby… umm… husband… ah…"
Looking at the shy pregnant woman…
Zhao An was incredibly excited. He had transformed a perfectly good farm woman into such a wanton woman; it was exhilarating.
A few days passed…
Zhao An occasionally went to class and sometimes visited the village.
He didn't continue hunting.
Because the women here were too ordinary; they didn't meet his standards.
He was a man of ambition; once he set his sights on someone, he would make her his possession. He wouldn't take just anyone.
These past few days, Zhao An would chat with An Hong from time to time, have meals together, and discuss work.
Tomorrow is An Hong's return trip to the company. Preparations here are almost complete; the rest can be left to the professionals.
Evening…
Zhao An was enjoying a drink, with Aunt Pang attending to him.
His eyes held a hint of desire, even though he was still in the first trimester…
Zhao An still took every opportunity to torment her.
His semen had modified Aunt Pang's uterus, so no matter how he fucked her, the baby wouldn't be harmed.
Aunt Pang, lacking her own opinions, believed that since Zhao An was a doctor, he could have sex, so even though she was pregnant, she wanted Zhao An to experience the pleasures of pregnancy.
A short while later, there was a knock at the door. Aunt Pang opened it. "Oh, Miss An?"
"Hello, Aunt Pang. Is Chairman An here?"
An Hong smiled, but her brows betrayed an undisguised anxiety.
"Let her in."
Zhao An said, continuing to eat peanuts and drink his wine. He was enjoying life to the fullest.
"Chairman!"
An Hong walked over with a smile. She was dressed casually today, wearing tight-fitting capri pants that accentuated her shapely thighs, making her look quite alluring.
"Sit down. Have you eaten? Let's eat together."
Zhao An immediately saw through her intentions, but he wasn't in a hurry…
Instead, he changed the subject.
Sister Pang obediently brought over a pair of chopsticks and a bowl. She had unconsciously come to regard Zhao An as her man; a woman should listen to her man at home.
An Hong didn't get to the important matter…
Instead, she talked about the interesting things that had happened that day.
She knew she couldn't rush things.
Even when asking for a favor, it's important to make a good impression first.