However, he hadn't expected that the country bumpkin-like Li Dong would actually be a powerful superhuman, and a pang of jealousy welled up inside him, like poisonous ants gnawing at his heart.
Despite his resentment, before the Queen of Shanghai, he forced himself to blink twice, desperately imagining what would happen if his father bequeathed his inheritance to his illegitimate son…
A few tears were forced out as Xiang Anping rubbed his red eyes and sobbed to Jiang Yingji, "Aunt Jiang… you don't know how good friends he and I are, no, brothers. I really can't bear to see him like this…"
"He sacrificed so much for the country. I truly hope he gets what he deserves."
Xiang Anping possessed a degree of quick wit. The hunched old man, Zhang Zichen, as the Queen of Shanghai's confidant, only knew scattered fragments of information. He vaguely knew that Li Dong was at least a military-level or higher superhuman in the country's eyes, and that he had suffered severe injuries during a mission two years ago, and that his reappearance seemed to indicate memory problems.
This meager information, however, was transformed by Xiang Anping into an unforgettable encounter, and a story of how, out of friendship, an ordinary person bravely risked his life to rescue a critically injured superhuman, and through sheer luck, the two became brothers…
The hunched old man, Zhang Zichen, had been observing coldly, watching Xiang Anping's somewhat clumsy performance. What he thought was a brilliant rhetoric was, in fact, riddled with holes in the face of the Shanghai Queen's keen insight; it would be exposed in just a few words.
But Zhang Zichen had no intention of intervening, because—the success of this meeting didn't depend on the perfection of the lie, but on whether the spell of transferring goodwill had worked…
Judging from the fact that the Shanghai Queen inexplicably wore her pajamas to meet a stranger, the spell had undoubtedly succeeded.
Of course, the Shanghai Queen was unfathomable and couldn't guarantee complete success, but at least part of it had.
The following conversation was crucial to the success of the entire plan…
******
The Queen of Shanghai, Jiang Yingji, leaned back on the sofa, her beautiful eyes sparkling, her cheeks slightly flushed. She seemed to look at him with a hint of pity. Xiang Anping swallowed hard. He didn't know if his explanation would be acceptable; he could only anxiously await the answer.
After a while, Jiang Yingji's shimmering gaze lingered on his face. Perhaps it was just his imagination, but Xiang Anping felt a strange, gentle maternal tenderness in her eyes—a feeling that seemed somewhat incongruous with the Queen of Shanghai, yet it accentuated her beauty, as if softening the sharpness in her eyes.
A peerless beauty who filled the last gap… a rare orchid in a secluded valley, exquisitely beautiful and alluring.
"So that's how it is..." Jiang Yingji suddenly stood up. Even without high heels, she was easily 1.7 meters tall, with long, full, and shapely legs. Her curves were exquisite, and from her high hips to her ankles, the proportions almost reached three-fifths of her height, slightly more. It was a golden ratio and a graceful figure that even a resurrected master sculptor of ancient Greece could only marvel at.
Xiang Anping looked up and saw her pear-shaped hips, her rounded long legs, her slender waist...
And those proudly perky breasts. He almost forgot to hide them, his neck constantly swallowing.
Jiang Yingji bent slightly, her snow-white, full breasts swaying slightly. Between the two flawless, alabaster-white breasts, the deep cleavage and full base of her nipples, the snow-white flesh, drew ever closer to him.
Finally, enveloped by two flawless, snow-white arms, Xiang Anping's face pressed intimately against that mysterious cleavage. The indescribable fragrance, warmth, and smoothness felt like his cheeks were being squeezed by tangible creamy cheese—a sensation so exquisite that Xiang Anping swore he had never experienced anything like it before.
Just as he was lost in this blissful state, the voice of the Queen of Shanghai, tinged with a hint of pity, suddenly came from above: "I heard that your father was recently assassinated… Perhaps Dong'er's enemies have found you. For your safety, starting today… you will reside in this Yingluo Manor."
Xiang Anping's body trembled violently. Jiang Yingji's eyes were deep, her cheeks slightly flushed, her expression a mixture of pity and emotion. She gently patted Anping's back with her jade-like hand, releasing him only after a long while.
She didn't even seem to notice the glistening moisture on her own ample bosom.
"Laifu," Jiang Yingji called softly without turning her head. Zhang Zichen, hunched over, stepped forward and replied calmly, "This old servant is here."
"Take Anping to rest."
After saying this, Jiang Yingji didn't leave. Instead, she gently reached out her jade-like hand to straighten Xiang Anping's clothes. "Don't be afraid. Just stay here peacefully, and you can call me… Aunt Yingji."
Xiang Anping choked out, "Aunt Yingji…"
Jiang Yingji's gaze grew even gentler, slightly embarrassed…
But as Xiang Anping turned away, a flash of ferocity and fear suddenly crossed his eyes. His greedy and lustful father was always shrewd and worldly-wise; how could he possibly offend anyone? There was no enemy; it could only have been done by one person.
This damned Ming Dynasty bastard had actually driven him to this point!
Recalling the Shanghai Queen's unusually unusual attitude towards him, he guessed the spell had succeeded. Perhaps he could try to find a way through her…
If all went well, hehe, the entire Jiang Group would far surpass the small Shengkai Company!
After the two, each with their own ulterior motives, left, Jiang Yingji took a glass of red wine from the wine cabinet, walked to the balcony, and facing the bright moon, a strange mixture of expectation, loneliness, and bitterness appeared on her beautiful face. She raised her glass and softly murmured, "Zhiyu…"
The plaintive voice faded into the night sky, while in a villa in the suburbs, the most exciting scene of the night was still unfolding…