Zhao Shan straightened his face and said sternly, "This is an adult matter, your child shouldn't get involved. Dad can't let your boyfriend look down on you."
Zhao Ling called out again, "Dad, Zhao Qiang isn't what you think at all. Here, this is 20,000 yuan. You and Mom each have 10,000 yuan. Take this for spending money." As she spoke, Zhao Ling took out two bundles of RMB from her bag. One bundle was stuffed into Zhao Shan's and Guo Huiqin's hands. When Zhao Shan touched the hundred bills, he felt his face turn even redder.
“No, no,” Zhao Shan pushed him away, while Guo Huiqin asked, “Lingling, where did you get so much money?”
Zhao Ling showed her bag to her parents: "Dad, Mom, there's more here, you can take it. Didn't I tell you, we run a repair company in Yihai, and we're making a lot of money now. You don't need to worry about my brother's matter anymore, Zhao Qiang will take care of everything. The problem is that he's hiding and won't come out, and now we can't find him to resolve the issue."
The bundles of RMB in the bag almost dazzled Zhao Shan and Guo Huiqin. Zhao Shan rushed over and covered the bag on Zhao Ling's shoulder with his hand: "You silly girl, you can't flaunt your money." Actually, there was no one in this corner. It was just a conditioned reflex for Zhao Shan to be so cautious when he saw money.
Zhao Ling said, "Dad, what's this little bit of money? Do you know how much Zhao Qiang charges for designing a program? Three million." Actually, this isn't high, because just last night Zhao Qiang sold source code for fifty million. However, the buyer was his ex-wife, but Zhao Qiang doesn't know that right now. It's better to keep the good stuff in the family, so it's nothing.
"Three million?" Zhao Shan and his wife were shocked; they could never earn that much money in their entire lives.
Zhao Ling said, "So, you're all being so careful. Zhao Qiang loves me and spoils me. Our family's life will change because of him. Mom, look at this coat of mine, how much do you think it's worth?"
Guo Huiqin touched the fabric: "It probably costs several thousand."
Zhao Ling chuckled: "It's over thirty thousand."
Zhao Shan immediately became furious: "What? Over 30,000? You spendthrift child, how could you buy such expensive clothes?"
Guo Huiqin stopped the angry Zhao Shan, saying, "Her father, what are you doing? The clothes Zhao Qiang bought for Lingling are none of your business, and you can't interfere no matter how much they cost. If you want to interfere, go and interfere with your son."
Zhao Shan immediately wilted at the mention of his son, Zhao Mingming. However, seeing the bundle of bright red bills in his hand, Zhao Shan felt less disappointed. His son was unfilial, but he still had a daughter, and suddenly his daughter had hooked up with a rich man who treated her so well. Perhaps God was trying to help him maintain a balance between gains and losses.
Zhao Shan quickly came to his senses and stopped arguing with his daughter. With that full bag of money, he could eat and drink as much as he wanted without any problem. Thinking back to how he had just planned to exchange the alcohol for cheaper brands, Zhao Shan blushed. There was nothing he could do; this was the life of the poor.
Back at the dinner table, Zhao Shan, no longer troubled, finally opened up and tried to drown his sorrows in alcohol. In the end, Zhao Qiang carried him to the car and then upstairs. Chen Xinxin and Chen Shuxian went straight back to the hotel. Zhao Qiang settled Zhao Shan in the narrow living room, while Zhao Ling went into the bathroom to remove her makeup and came out wearing cotton pajamas.
Guo Huiqin was taking care of Zhao Shan in the bedroom, leaving only the two of them in the living room. Zhao Qiang stood up and said, "Zhao Ling, I'm going to sleep at the hotel. You keep your parents company and have a good chat. See you tomorrow."
Zhao Ling held Zhao Qiang's hand without speaking, her head bowed shyly, quite unlike her usual demeanor. Although Zhao Qiang had stood up, he couldn't easily pull his hand away from Zhao Ling's. After swaying for a while, Zhao Ling finally spoke, "So many things have happened at home, I'm scared to sleep alone. I've already texted Xin Xin to tell her you won't be coming home tonight."
Zhao Qiang didn't insist; he was fine with either of them as long as he could hold one of them in his arms. "Then where will I sleep?"
Zhao Ling pointed to the bedroom. Her house had three bedrooms and a living room, but it was only a little over 70 square meters in total, so the layout was extremely compact. The bedroom Zhao Ling pointed to was originally a storage room, which was even smaller. However, this was the room Zhao Ling lived in before she went to Yihai. It was very cozy, but it had been uninhabited for a long time and had a musty smell. Fortunately, it was the heating season now, so the smell wasn't too strong. If it were summer, it probably wouldn't be possible to live there tonight.
"Then where will you sleep?" Zhao Qiang asked again.
Zhao Ling blushed and said, "I'm sleeping in my brother's room. You go to sleep now, see you tomorrow." After saying that, Zhao Ling went into Zhao Mingming's bedroom. That room was a little bigger, but Zhao Mingming usually didn't tidy up his room, so it was a mess and didn't look as spacious as Zhao Ling's room.
Zhao Qiang inexplicably lay down on Zhao Ling's bed. She left him there but went into another room. Was she afraid that he and Chen Xinxin would do something bad together? Logically, Zhao Ling shouldn't have any reason to be jealous.
Zhao Qiang had also drunk quite a bit and started to feel dizzy. He didn't know how much time had passed when suddenly the blanket was loosened and a hot, delicate body crawled in, like a cat seeking Zhao Qiang's embrace. Zhao Qiang chuckled. Zhao Ling was still Zhao Ling. She had endured it last night because she had to drive all day today, but there was no need for that tonight.
The bed was only 1.2 meters wide, so it was a bit cramped for the two of them to lie down. So Zhao Ling snuggled tightly into Zhao Qiang's arms, and the two whispered in each other's ears, "Did you miss me?" Zhao Ling's breathing was a little heavy, and it was unclear what she was nervous about.
Zhao Qiang shook his head: "I didn't think about it."
Dissatisfied with this answer, Zhao Ling bit Zhao Qiang's chin, "Tell me quickly, have you thought about it or not?"
Zhao Qiang grabbed Zhao Ling's breasts, which, though not as large as Chen Xinxin's, were more elastic. Zhao Ling's breathing became heavier as she was grabbed, and she lost all will to continue threatening him: "Don't rape me, or I'll really rape you."
Zhao Qiang didn't speak, but he rubbed and kneaded even more vigorously, constantly rubbing the two nipples in the center of Zhao Ling's breasts with his fingers. Zhao Ling couldn't take it anymore. Suddenly, she pulled the blanket up and down, disappearing into the blanket. The blanket under Zhao Qiang's abdomen rose and fell for a while. Zhao Ling pushed the blanket away: "Zhao Qiang, tonight I want to be your woman." One of her hands was grasping Zhao Qiang's penis, and there was a lot of fluid at the corner of her mouth. This was very stimulating, and Zhao Qiang felt his penis was about to swell.
After saying that, Zhao Ling didn't give Zhao Qiang a chance to resist. She took the initiative to straddle Zhao Qiang and then sat down hard. Zhao Qiang felt as if he had broken through a barrier and rushed into a warm valley, feeling as if he were bathed in a spring breeze.
"Ah!" As her body pressed tightly against Zhao Qiang's, Zhao Ling let out a low cry of pain. She didn't know who had told her that a short pain was better than a long one, so she had ended her first time quickly and decisively. But the consequence was that it really hurt. She lay on Zhao Qiang's chest, tears streaming down her face, too afraid to move.
Zhao Qiang kissed Zhao Ling: "Can't you be a little gentler?"
Zhao Ling pounded on Zhao Qiang's chest and said, "No, I'm afraid you'll run away or hide. I slept with you, I don't need you to take responsibility." She said this in a somewhat defiant tone, perhaps complaining to her lover on her first night without Bao Gui.
Zhao Qiang whispered in Zhao Ling's ear, "I won't run away. Even if I do, I'll take you with me. You're my woman, and it's my responsibility to be responsible for you."
"I'm your woman now..." Zhao Ling only said one sentence, and then took the initiative to start moving. A girl with her personality would not be scared by that little bit of pain. Moreover, she had been exposed to this kind of thing for a long time and understood it very well. Zhao Ling knew how to make herself feel pleasure. Under these circumstances, she easily came to her first orgasm. Her whole body collapsed on Zhao Qiang like a soldier who had just finished a fierce battle. Every inch of her body was trembling, and every tremor made her feel extremely happy.
It was a radiant night. A girl gave herself completely to a man, a night the two would never forget. However, the night wasn't entirely complete, because after two passionate encounters, Zhao Ling secretly slipped back to her younger brother's room. She still had to consider her parents' feelings. By then, the east was already turning white, dawn was breaking, and a new day was beginning.
"Did you hear that?!" Zhao Shan, now sober, asked his wife in the next bedroom.
Guo Huiqin, still half asleep, said, "Are you still talking nonsense? What did you hear in the middle of the night?"
Zhao Shan gently tapped the wall: "There's a sound coming from over there, Lingling's bedroom."
Guo Huiqin's sleepiness vanished immediately. There was a noise coming from her daughter's room. What was it? So she leaned close to the wall to listen carefully. Upon hearing it, Guo Huiqin blushed and turned around to punch Zhao Shan: "You shameless old man, what are you listening to?"
Zhao Shan said anxiously, "Did you hear that? I'm sure it's not tinnitus. Lingling... how could she be with Zhao Qiang..."
Guo Huiqin scolded, "You old feudal and stubborn old man, no wonder your son is always unwilling to communicate with you. Since Zhao Qiang is Lingling's boyfriend, it is normal for the two of them to do this."
Zhao Shan said, "What do you mean 'normal'? They're not married."
Guo Huiqin said, "Why don't you go and call your daughter out, and explain this to her?"
Zhao Shan said, "I can't go in. You go and knock on the door."
Guo Huiqin turned her head and went back to sleep: "Go if you want, I don't care."
Zhao Shan sighed but didn't get out of bed. He was too embarrassed. Since they were already together, he figured he might as well let it go. His precious daughter, whom he had raised for over twenty years, had become another man's woman. Sigh, how could a father not have any feelings about this? Who would easily give her up? It felt like tearing out a piece of his heart.
Volume 2 [468] Meeting
As Zhao Qiang lay in bed, savoring the experience, he realized this was the first woman he had been with since his body restarted. The feeling of lovemaking was truly intoxicating. Zhao Ling was just as Zhao Qiang had imagined; once she set her sights on a man, she would become an extremely wanton girl in bed, without any restraint or worries, giving her all. Even when Zhao Qiang had just come out of her body, she would not hesitate to suck on his penis. This moved Zhao Qiang deeply. Moreover, she was almost always the one initiating the entire time, enjoying orgasm without Zhao Qiang having to do anything. It was so incredibly pleasurable that even keeping a vase as a decoration would be worthwhile. Besides, this was Zhao Ling's first night. Who knew what new tricks she would have in the future, and even the old tricks would become more and more familiar?
Perhaps because he had been reborn and become a real man again, Zhao Qiang began to consider many serious questions: Who am I? Where did I come from? What am I supposed to do? What kind of friends did I have before? However, no matter how much Zhao Qiang racked his brains, he couldn't find the answers, and he was sweating profusely from exhaustion.
Just as dawn broke, Zhao Qiang's phone rang. It was so early in the morning, and he was being told not to rest. Reluctantly, Zhao Qiang answered the phone, recognizing Hu Qian's voice.
"I've arrived in Baiyuan City. Where can I find you?" Hu Qian had traveled all night, so she seemed quite persistent.
Zhao Qiang said, "Tell me your location, and I'll come find you."
Hu Qian said, "There's a BMW 750 parked on the side of the road at the outer ring road's high exit."
Zhao Qiang said, "I'll come find you. Stay where you are and wait for me."
After putting down his phone, Zhao Qiang started getting dressed. Suddenly, he had the feeling of going out to meet an online friend. He felt a little excited and his heart was pounding, but he was also unsure of what to do after meeting him. Zhao Qiang found it a little funny to impulsively go and meet a 'stranger'.
Zhao Qiang entered the living room. Perhaps he startled Zhao Ling when he opened the bedroom door, because she rushed out of her room in a flash, wearing only a thin nightgown, her breasts heaving as she ran.
"Where are you going?" Zhao Ling hugged Zhao Qiang and pressed her body against his.
Zhao Qiang reached out and covered Zhao Ling's chest, gently rubbing it: "Go back to your room and sleep, don't catch a cold. A friend is looking for me, I'll be back in a bit."
Zhao Ling nodded: "I'll wait for you to have breakfast."
Once downstairs, he learned that it had snowed for half the night, and the snow was below ankle level, which was quite troublesome. The taxi was moving very slowly, and since it was already daylight, Zhao Qiang didn't dare to use the anti-gravity device to fly, so he had no choice but to walk little by little.
Instead of going back to her brother's bedroom, Zhao Ling took the clothes and went into Zhao Qiang's room. She crawled into the bed, which still held his body heat and his scent, and her body was still tingling with the afterglow of orgasm. A blush spread across Zhao Ling's face. After thinking for a moment, she sent Chen Xinxin a text message: "Done, thank you Xinxin."
About five minutes later, Chen Xinxin replied to the text message, probably because she had just woken up. "Don't be polite, you have to give me a chance. I'm in a hurry. Tell me how you feel first. Is it very painful?"
Zhao Ling reminisced about last night's madness, "No, the pain is only very brief. If you have the courage, you can even ignore that momentary pain. Then comes the maddening pleasure, making you constantly take from him. You feel every part of his body exuding endless attraction to you, and you have an urge to suck him completely into your body."
After reading it, Chen Xinxin replied, "Is it really that exaggerated?"
Zhao Ling replied: "Well, the real feeling is even more exaggerated than I described. It's so addictive. If I wasn't afraid of my parents hearing, I would have loved to go crazy with him all night long. I would have been willing to die on his body. It would have been an absolute heavenly experience. Moreover, our man is extremely considerate and understanding of women. He seems to know my needs perfectly and always knows exactly what I need. Even though it was my first time, I still had endless orgasms."
Chen Xinxin replied: "I can't stand what you've said! I want my first night with you! I want to see if the man secretly recorded a video of me."
Zhao Ling replied: "Our man went out after answering the phone, and I can't do anything about it now. I didn't have time to record the video, and I'm afraid Zhao Qiang will scold us for making a fuss. We'll ask him for his opinion later when he's in a good mood, or maybe we can watch the live broadcast when we sleep together next time, or I can personally film your first night together."
Chen Xinxin replied: "No, that would make me even more nervous. Okay, I won't talk to you about these lewd topics anymore, otherwise I'm afraid I won't be able to control my emotions. I need to wash my face and brush my teeth. We can talk in detail when we get to your house later."
It was an hour later when Zhao Qiang finally found the BMW at the high exit. Hu Qian, dressed in thin clothes, stood in the snow and waited for him for the entire hour. Although Zhao Qiang had never seen this counterfeit dealer in person, he recognized her at a glance when he saw her in person. She was indeed the woman in the photos on social media, with a mature and alluring charm. Her full breasts bulged out under her trench coat, making her chest look like two mounds. She was definitely Zhao Qiang's type.
Hu Qian stared in disbelief as Zhao Qiang emerged from the taxi. The man's aura was remarkably similar to Zhao Qiang's, but his appearance seemed to have changed considerably. This "many changes" refers to Hu Qian and a few others who knew Zhao Qiang intimately. However, for people like Li Zhongyuan, Zhao Qiang had hardly changed at all; some subtle differences were not noticeable to everyone.
"I am Zhao Qiang." Zhao Qiang walked forward steadily and extended his hand to introduce himself.
Hu Qian was flustered. She didn't know what to do. Should she tell Zhao Qiang the truth? But Zhao Qiang in front of her seemed to have changed. Although his aura was familiar, this person was definitely different from the Zhao Qiang of the past. And if he was 100% the Zhao Qiang of the past, why didn't he recognize her? Was he just teasing her? Or was it really as Wei deduced, that the biochip had been rebooted, and Zhao Qiang didn't remember her at all?
"Hu... Hu Qian." Hu Qian reached out her cold hand and shook Zhao Qiang's. She had no choice but to go with the flow. She was already very happy to be able to meet Zhao Qiang, like a drifting duckweed that had finally found a place to stay.
"Is it different from what you imagined?" Zhao Qiang asked. The moment he saw Hu Qian, his brain briefly went into a daze, but the super biochip restarted at an extremely fast speed. This restart would not destroy the data, but it would no longer allow him to stay in a certain area of his brain and recklessly read the disk. If he did that, Zhao Qiang would freeze on the spot, which would not be good for his 'first' meeting with Hu Qian, so Zhao Qiang did not insist.
“No, no,” Hu Qian shook her head, “more or less.”
Zhao Qiang said with some pity, "It's very cold outside, why don't you get in the car and wait?"
Hu Qian said, "I'm afraid you won't see it."
Zhao Qiang couldn't help but say, "Fool, how could I not see this car when it's so conspicuous?"
Hu Qian smiled but didn't answer. She was willing to endure the cold outside and even die for Zhao Qiang. Although she wasn't sure if this Zhao Qiang was the real Zhao Qiang, she would be sure if his appearance hadn't changed at all. But although this Zhao Qiang's appearance had the shadow of the original Zhao Qiang, he was more handsome and had fairer skin, which made Hu Qian unsure of what to do.
The two got into the BMW, started the engine, and turned on the air conditioning. Hu Qian rubbed her red hands vigorously, while Zhao Qiang sat in the passenger seat, looking at her with some heartache. At this moment, both of them had a sense of déjà vu. Neither of them spoke, but they quietly savored the warmth of the moment.
"Beep..." A heavy truck loaded with goods sped past, the trembling ground and the roaring wheels breaking the silence inside the BMW. Hu Qian blushed slightly, feeling as if she were cheating on Zhao Qiang.
“I have a friend whose name is also Zhao Qiang.” Hu Qian began to probe. If she did nothing, the other women hiding in the distance would definitely give her a good scolding.
"Oh, that's a very ordinary name."
Hu Qian asked, "So how did you come up with this name?" Since Zhao Qiang has amnesia, he shouldn't remember his original name, so Hu Qian started from that point.
Zhao Qiang said, "I have a friend whose surname is Zhao, so the surname was randomly chosen from hers, and the given name was just randomly selected from the dictionary."
Hu Qian looked surprised: "Is that so? Wasn't it your parents who gave you that name?"
Zhao Qiang was very honest: "I don't know who I am, and I can't remember many things from the past."
Hu Qian froze, then overjoyed. He really was Zhao Qiang because he had also lost his memory, and his appearance was extremely similar to the original Zhao Qiang. "You, you... I, I..." Hu Qian didn't know what to say. She wanted to throw herself into Zhao Qiang's arms and cry her heart out, but she held back because she remembered Wei's instructions before she came. At this time, Zhao Qiang was still very wary of her. Although she recognized him, he did not recognize her. If she did not act properly, who knew if it would cause any unforeseen complications.
Zhao Qiang asked, "Is there something wrong?" Although the girl in front of him was very attractive and made him feel comfortable, Zhao Qiang still had basic manners as a man. He wouldn't stoop so low as to violate her.
Hu Qian tried to calm herself down: "It's nothing. Where are you going? We can talk as we walk."
Zhao Qiang said, "Let's go to Baiyuan. I'm staying at a friend's house now."
Hu Qian asked with a hint of jealousy, "A woman?"
Zhao Qiang nodded, and Hu Qian sighed. A man like Zhao Qiang would attract girls' attention no matter where he went or what environment he was in. Just based on that, it was clear that he was the same Zhao Qiang as before.
"What if you remember things from the past one day?" Hu Qian asked. After confirming that the other person should be Zhao Qiang, Hu Qian slowly relaxed her tense mood. She was no longer in a hurry to acknowledge him, because it wouldn't work if one side of the fire was the only one acting.
Zhao Qiang said, "What do you mean, 'what to do'? Wouldn't it be better if you remembered? That way you'd know who I am."
Hu Qian said, "If you're seeing other girls now, and you remember what happened before and realize you used to have a girlfriend, what do you think you'll do? Which one will you dump?"
This was the first time Zhao Qiang had thought about this question, and for a moment he didn't know how to answer Hu Qian. He felt awkward. If he could never remember the past, he probably wouldn't feel anything, but if one day he suddenly remembered his ex-girlfriend, that would be a big problem. Which one should he abandon? Zhao Qiang asked himself.