Chapter 23.2
Yao Yuange’s story – Dead Soul (Part 2)
The day Zhang Jufang was brought home, the atmosphere was especially quiet. Ming Lang sat in the seat next to Yao Yuange’s, not speaking. Ming Yue was at a loss what to do. Zhang Jufang was not someone who was easy to deal with. She sweetly called them ‘older sister’, then, after dinner, pulled on Yao Yuange’s arm and returned to the room with him. Although there were several walls between them, Ming Lan could still hear her overwrought cries.
That night, Yao Yuange and Zhang Jufang rolled in the hay until late at night, whereupon he returned to Ming Lan’s room. At that time, Ming Lan’s heart stirred with emotion – she had through Yao Yuange would not be going to her that night. Then, Yao Yuange had sex with her aggressively, until she begged for mercy. He laughed as he sat at the side of the bed, and took another pill of the drug he had sourced from Thailand, which was good for men. He then said to her, “Ming Lan, I don’t treat all women the same. I will always regard and recognise you as my wife because you look after this family. How can they compare with you?”
From then on, a strange sense of superiority slowly took hold of Ming Lan’s heart. After all, which rich man doesn’t play around with women? Other families were rife with divorces, arguments and betrayals. Yao Yuange was so wealthy, and had so many ladies attracted to him, but he made a clear distinction between wife and mistress. He was truly a paragon every should look up to. As for those other women, what did it matter if another came in? Wouldn’t they still have to respect her and be under her authority? Her name was the only one on the marriage certificate, haha.
A new Yao family, with one wife and 4 mistresses, was born in ancient Yao family residence, like a new family clan. Outside the door was the lively hustle and bustle of the modern world, but within was their own little world. The Yao family principles and regulations were very strict. Only female servants were allowed in the residence; every day, they would get up, eat breakfast, eat lunch, eat dinner, turn off the lights in unison and sleep; Yao Yuange would choose whose room to sleep in according to his fancy. The women in the rooms each harboured different thoughts. Moreover, Ming Lan, as Yao Yuange’s second in command, was the guardian of this order. In this grand courtyard, only Ming Lan was happy every day. She drove her stylish Audi, she handled the tremendously large revenue raked in by the bar, she looked upon her husband’s collection of female toys with a smile that never reached her eyes.
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Yao Yuange first noticed that girl in the bar. When he dropped hints about her to Ming Lan thereafter, even she, who had gotten used to her husband’s amorous nature and sexual appetite, was shocked. This girl was so young, only 20 years old. Her looks weren’t bad, but she seemed to be introverted, and had no companion.
Ming Lan said, “Her . . . I’m afraid it might be difficult.”
Yao Yuange downed the wine in his glass in one gulp, hugged Ming Lan by the waist and whispered, “I’m going to sleep with her tonight. I haven’t felt so excited for a long time! You figure out how to get it done. When it’s done, I’ll buy you the new bag you’ve been eyeing.” After speaking, he laughed, then got up to play the part of the bar owner. He walked over to greet the girl, and even gave her a bowl of popcorn. The girl didn’t understand why, and she looked up in confusion to ask, “Thank you, Uncle. Are you the boss at this bar?”