"Xiao Cao, we've gathered enough evidence. We don't need to take any more photos or videos." Lin Yao wondered if Xiao Cao had become addicted to spying and gathering evidence. He never expected her to have the potential to be a gossip reporter. "Besides, it's broad daylight. Are we going to let people see cameras and video recorders flying around in the air? Wouldn't that be like encountering a ghost?"
Xiaocao learned how to collect evidence online, and of course, she obtained Lin Yao's consent.
They obtained several high-end digital cameras from several photo studios in Taiyuan, and even stole a film camera from the Shanxi Film Studio to take pictures of Jia Maode and Ji Rong's rendezvous at the Yingze Lake Villa. These purely optical film photographs are the irrefutable evidence.
Anyway, Xiaocao was energetic and capable, so Lin Yao let her play around. That's why there was evidence of the report that the Provincial Commission for Discipline Inspection couldn't question, because the accused, Jia Maode, not only had digital photos and videos, but also film negatives.
At this moment, two people appeared in room 1108 of the Tianyuan Hotel: Jia Maode and Ji Rong.
"What's going on? You've been cheating on me with someone else?!"
Although Jia Maode was over fifty-nine years old, he did not look so old because he was well-maintained. At this moment, his face was full of ferocity and ruthlessness, which gave him an extremely sharp feeling. The temperature of the whole room seemed to drop a lot.
"Cough cough, you're framing me!"
Ji Rong sat weakly on the edge of the bed, leaning against the quilt and pillow, one hand covering her chest and the other stroking her neck.
“I was almost strangled to death by that man, and instead of caring about me and comforting me, you immediately started questioning and insulting me! I’ve been with you for seven years, don’t you know what kind of person I am? If it weren’t for your important matter, would I have to debase myself like this to curry favor with a coal mine owner?!”
"I don't want to live anymore! It doesn't matter if the whole world misunderstands me, but it's unacceptable if you misunderstand me! What face do I have left to live in this world! What's the point of me living!"
After saying that, Ji Rong burst into tears, her tears falling like raindrops on a banana leaf. Her demeanor and the way she looked would melt even the toughest man's heart.
"It was my fault, I didn't talk to you properly."
Jia Maode suddenly became incredibly gentle, his tone instantly softening, his deep voice barely audible. He approached Ji Rong, his rough hands stroking her cloud-like hair, his voice growing even deeper, "Is your throat alright? Did Qiu Yong bully you?"
The double entendre was immediately understood by the shrewd and perceptive Ji Rong. Jia Maode was still worried about her and feared that she had lost her virginity. "Except for being beaten and kicked by that damned bastard Qiu Yong in court, I have never let him touch my body. I have been deliberately stalling Qiu Yong so that Ding Xia would feel desperate and then I could sue and take revenge on Min Hong at all costs."
"All of this was for you! And you're blaming me, sob sob sob..."
"Rong'er, it's my fault. I love you too much, which is why I lost my composure just now."
It was incredibly strange for a burly, fierce-looking old man to utter such nauseating words, but Jia Maode naturally sat down next to Ji Rong, helped her up, and pulled her into his arms.
"Shameless! Disgusting!" Little Grass's words left Lin Yao completely bewildered. "She thinks she's Brother Jing, so shameless! So ugly and old, yet she still tries to act all cheesy like young people, disgusting!"
Despite not hearing Xiaocao's evaluation, Jia Maode continued to play the hero, feeling quite pleased with himself. He was very attentive to the woman in his arms, and holding her felt wonderful; he felt as if he were holding her so delicately that he was afraid she would melt in his mouth or break in his hands.
Since meeting this woman at the provincial government guesthouse seven years ago, Jia Maode has felt that his spring has arrived.
Reserved, delicate, and rarely smiling, her slender waist and angelic face captivated Jia Maode, a man who had been with countless women.
After going to great lengths to get Ji Rong into bed, he was surprised to discover that he was her first man. This virginity complex, which all men have, made Jia Maode even more proud, because he was the first man of this angelic and exquisite woman, and he wanted to be the only man for this angel for life.
After the two fell in love, Jia Maode heard from Ji Rong that she was captivated by his manly charm, which made him even more proud and honored. In the past, all the women he had toyed with were because of his power, status and domineering nature. No woman had ever been willing to fall in love with him and follow him because of his manly charm. This was what excited him the most.
A reserved and conservative girl gradually becomes alluring and charming in front of him, yet remains aloof and proud like a noblewoman in public. This extreme contradiction between her two appearances makes Jia Maode's heart fall into the vortex of Ji Rong's tenderness. A man's vanity and pride appear in the depths of his soul like never before, and Jia Maode truly falls in love with Ji Rong, a love that transcends age.
From the moment he entered the government department, Jia Maode climbed step by step to the position of deputy provincial level entirely by relying on his arrogance, domineering use of social and underworld influence, combined with his political acumen and experience. He felt very honored and proud.
Now, in his old age, he has been able to find the most precious love between a man and a woman, which makes him feel even more proud of his life. He wants to enjoy his final days to the fullest. This opportunity allows him to take things a step further and avoid retiring at sixty. Besides being reluctant to give up his power, he also wants to maintain his usual lofty image in front of the woman in his arms. He wants to possess this woman in his best condition and with the greatest power.
Jamoud had lost count of how many times he had killed or harmed others, though he never did it himself; countless others had done it for him.
To Jia Maode, the victims' miserable plight and their defiant gazes were nothing more than the struggles and posturing of ants.
Some foolish and ignorant people, some rubbish who don't know how to adapt to the situation, Jamoud has absolutely no sympathy for them, and naturally he will not reflect on or feel guilty about his actions.
He remembered the first time he told Ji Rong about this kind of thing. This delicate woman was just like today, curled up in his arms, trembling like a frightened fawn. Her fragility almost made Jia Maode order that the family be spared. Fortunately, the woman in his arms fell completely in love with him and everything about him. In the end, she faced this situation with strength and courage.
This was what moved Jamoud the most. He was completely convinced that this woman was with him not because of money or power, but because she genuinely loved him and loved him as a person.
From then on, Jia Maode was careful not to be too violent in front of Ji Rong. He tried his best not to let her know about many dark things, and even prevented her from participating in some illegal and disorderly activities that might have great risks. He only let Ji Rong know about some legitimate companies that were openly respectable, and let her invest in them.
When Ji Rong occasionally mentioned wanting to open a beauty salon, Jia Maode immediately arranged it for her without hesitation, and even opened three chain stores. Later, he further expanded the scale of the chain beauty salons.
Jia Maode had never told Ji Rong any of these things. He felt that as long as he took good care of the woman in his arms and made her happy, that was enough. He couldn't bear to refuse Ji Rong for anything. Fortunately, this woman knew when to advance and retreat, was selfless and had no demands on him. She never made any requests of him, nor did she cause any trouble. Therefore, Jia Maode's love became uncontrollably passionate and lasted for seven years. He wanted to love her for even longer, for a lifetime.
Ji Rong cowered in Jia Maode's arms, crying and trembling on the surface with a righteous air, but in her heart she was terrified.
Ji Rong was well aware of how ruthless and domineering Jia Maode was towards his enemies or those who disobeyed him. She was even terrified at the thought of what would happen to those who opposed Jia Maode.
Now that her plan to seduce Qiu Yong for the future has been exposed, she is very worried that Jia Maode will find out the truth. If that happens, she will have no chance left and her fate will be tragic, extremely tragic.
He could use some excuses to gloss over the situation. Although Jia Maode seemed to accept his explanation and even felt sorry for him, if things changed again, even if Jia Maode didn't believe Qiu Yong's lies, given his power and influence in Shanxi, he would never allow him to live in this world. The best-case scenario would be that he would be confined to a villa and become his personal object of sexual venting, never to be able to show his face in public again.
This kind of life is absolutely unacceptable to Ji Rong. If it were like this, she would rather die, because she doesn't like the man beside her at all. Everything she does is to take advantage of his power and status, and to compromise herself so that she can live a better and more glorious life.
Ji Rong was unaware of Jia Maode's true feelings for her. She always believed that she had gone to great lengths to win over this old man, because in her mind, this old man was inhuman, and emotions did not exist for him. Being unreasonable, domineering, and tyrannical was Jia Maode's true nature.
Ji Rong had a clear understanding of her place in Jia Maode's heart. A vase, a tool, an object of emotional manipulation—in short, a mistress with no status or position. Ji Rong had never intended to spend her life with him wholeheartedly, despite being with him for seven years.
But looking at those coal mines with huge profits and benefits, and those companies that could make a fortune even with their eyes closed, Jia Maode never let her get involved, and wouldn't even mention them in front of her. From these things, Ji Rong became more aware of her own position and status, and loathed this old man even more, a man who only had one year left to retire.
Therefore, after getting to know Qiu Yong, Ji Rong was moved and had the idea of wanting to live a good life with him, because Qiu Yong was honest, straightforward, and capable. This kind of man is the kind of person one should strive to live a good life with.
Provincial leaders are very busy, extremely busy, and the old man's needs in that area are not high, so Ji Rong has a lot of free time. Therefore, after she got together with Qiu Yong, she truly felt the possibility of future happiness. She had already imagined that sweetness and warmth a thousand times in her mind, and even envied Ding Xia for enjoying this sweetness for ten years.
The two lovers simply embraced quietly, each lost in their own thoughts. The old saying "you can't see into someone's heart" was perfectly illustrated at this moment. If Ji Rong knew Jia Maode's true thoughts, she would definitely be filled with remorse, and perhaps her attitude and feelings would completely change.
But such a thing could never happen, because both of them were ruthless and vicious, and would never reveal their inner thoughts to each other for the sake of their own schemes. Ji Rong dared not make it public, and Jia Maode habitually hid his thoughts, resulting in a superficial harmony and continued illicit affair.
Jia Maode felt better and better, and a surge of impulse arose within him.
He flipped over, pinning the delicate woman beneath him, his panting lips frantically nibbling at the tender flesh in his arms. As if he had instantly become thirty years younger, Jia Maode violently tore at Ji Rong's clothes, filling the entire 1108 room with a lewd atmosphere.
Human life is diverse, and all things are different.