Chapter 579 Fierce Collision

Hengsheng Group's retaliation"Alright then. You guys figure out how to get back on your own." Wang Zheng put the spring knife back into his pocket, clapped his hands together, and said nonchalantly,...Chapter 579 Fierce Collision

Perhaps, deep in her heart, Sheng Fei also wished to be like an ordinary girl, able to have a lover she could grow old with, and live a beautiful and tranquil life as a couple. However, reality was laughable yet cruel; it made her fall for a man destined not to stay by her side permanently. If she were willing, then she would only share this man with other sisters. But if she wasn't, the only option left was to step back and watch helplessly as the man she loved be with another woman.

Everyone has their own troubles; they strive for survival and struggle against pressure for different reasons. For you, I have a reason to fight.

Knowing that Sheng Fei would leave tomorrow, Wang Zheng had no reason to stay here anymore. When dinner was over, Sheng Fei wanted to take a shower in the bathroom but was stopped by Wang Zheng.

"I want to take a shower." Sheng Fei held her change of clothes and said blushing.

"I know," replied Wang Zheng with a smile, his eyes constantly sweeping over Sheng Fei's body.

"Let me go in," protested Sheng Fei feeling uncomfortable under his gaze; her face flushed again.

"Since you're leaving tomorrow, let’s take a shower together tonight." Wang Zheng gently placed his hand on Sheng Fei's buttocks and asked, "Are you going to listen"

"No way," Seizing the opportunity when Wang Zheng wasn't paying attention, Sheng Fei quickly rushed into the bathroom and locked the door.

Seeing the closed bathroom door, Wang Zheng said with a smile, "Catch the monk but miss the temple."

When Sheng Fei came out of the shower, Wang Zheng had already been waiting at the door. As soon as she appeared, Wang Zheng's hand reached around from behind and inappropriately covered a certain part of her body.

Feeling that particular spot being squeezed into an odd shape by Wang Zheng, Sheng Fei whispered softly, "Let’s go to the room."

"Sure." Wang Zheng didn’t want to do anything inappropriate in the second-floor lounge either. If Sheng Fei's mother came upstairs and caught them, it would be a major problem.

Just as they were about to head towards the bedroom, Wang Zheng’s other hand slipped under Sheng Fei’s skirt, intending for a closer touch of her plump buttocks. Unexpectedly, his fingers encountered no resistance whatsoever and came into direct contact with that soft and elastic region!

Sheng Fei wasn’t wearing anything underneath her nightgown!

This caused the flames of lust in Wang Zheng’s lower abdomen to flare up instantly.

"Why aren’t you wearing any clothes" Standing behind Sheng Fei, with his hands kneading that soft spot, he said with a wicked grin, "Tell me."

Discovering this situation by Wang Zheng caused Sheng Fei’s face to turn red in embarrassment. She hurriedly explained softly: "I thought I would definitely be… wet later, so I didn’t wear anything."

The sight of Sheng Fei being both shy and angry only fueled the fire within Wang Zheng. He directly lifted up Sheng Fei’s nightgown skirt with both hands, pushing it above her waist!

Therefore, a particular place of Sheng Fei was now exposed to Wang Zheng's eyes in full view!

Wang Zheng supported that plump part with both hands and lifted Shen Fei's body up!

Naturally, out of instinct, Shen Fei cried out in surprise. Before her balance was lost, she wrapped her arms around Wang Zheng's neck and spread her legs to wrap them around his waist!

"I like this position," said Wang Zheng as his fingers dug deeply into the flesh on Shen Fei’s buttocks, while she buried her face in his shoulder, her cheeks flushed.

Another night of debauchery.

For some unknown reason, Shen Fei was particularly wild that night. She kept demanding until she herself was completely exhausted. Even Wang Zheng's extraordinary stamina felt fatigued from all the折騰 (roughly translates to 'tiring activities') by midnight.

The next day, Wang Zheng and Shen Fei packed their things to leave their hometown. Of course, Shen Fei’s mother found it hard to let go and kept reminding them of various things until Wang Zheng promised he would come back the following month.

One heading for Beijing and the other for Nanjing, their cars headed off in opposite directions.

Shen Fei had her heavy workload to prepare for, while Wang Zheng had his challenges to face.

This was life—no one could escape its arrangements. People can only strive to live better within the rules allowed by fate.

There were countless people who lived with all their might and sincerity.

Wang Zheng was driving on the highway, rolled down his car window to feel the gradually cooling wind. It was early autumn; the heat of summer had completely dissipated. Although it felt refreshing and the sky appeared exceptionally blue, Wang Zheng sensed a hint of desolation.

The weather can easily affect one's mood, which for Wang Zheng is certainly not a good thing, but rather a very bad sign. The sentiment of melancholy in autumn should not be present within him.

On the road ahead, how many unknown challenges await The path is long and arduous, much like this endless highway that stretches far into the distance without an end in sight.

Wang Zheng knew that over these next four years—no, five—he would repeatedly experience such moods. Every time autumn arrived with its desolate atmosphere, he felt it even more intensely. Perhaps because the shadow of his final battle lingered persistently on Wang Zheng's mind, subtly influencing his state of mind.

Many nations around the world deliberately train their special forces to become war machines when they're training them; they aim to make responding to warfare an instinct for soldiers and do not permit any emotional responses because emotions in battle severely affect combat judgment. The soldiers cultivated by such methods are human-shaped weapons, no longer considered fully human due to—personal defects.

However, Wang Fuhè differed from this approach; when drafting the special forces training manual, he specifically addressed this point: Special Forces personnel are flesh-and-blood humans too, and soldiers must not be allowed to abandon their emotions. If they did so, such a method of soldier cultivation would undoubtedly be a failure.

As Wang Zheng reminisced about past events while adjusting his mood, no matter how low his spirits were, he could not let it affect the future that was yet to unfold.

Thinking this far, Wang Zheng couldn't help but smile bitterly. Perhaps for those who are perpetually dissatisfied with reality or those immersed in sorrow, Dreamer is indeed a good thing. If its prolonged use did not lead to schizophrenia, then it would almost be perfect.

However, reality stands here and people live within it; no one can abandon reality.

People can utilize Dreamer to imagine their own ideal realm, but ultimately, this is just an illusion.e card was coated with pure gold and came at a significant cost. In Hong Kong, there were hardly any people who could make Lǐ Yīnglóng voluntarily hand out such a card. For girls, receiving one of his...