An hour later, the loud groans and sounds of flesh colliding in the VIP ward fell silent. Only the woman's heavy breathing and the violent heaving of her large, white breasts remained. "Husband... I really can't take it anymore."
"You know what to do now! I'll handle your husband. Don't worry, I won't kill him, I'll just transfer him away." Zhao An finished speaking, pinching the mature head nurse's chin. "You're mine!"
Wang Yuxin's pretty face flushed slightly. She knew she couldn't refuse, and had no way to refuse. "I... I understand, husband." This feeling was truly shy, making it impossible for her to refuse.
Seeing the mature woman's submission, Zhao An couldn't help but laugh heartily, his expression extremely smug. This was the benefit of money and power—the ability to wantonly play with all kinds of mature women and beauties.
A few days later, online discussions began to ferment. They were all targeting the recent news about leukemia. Zhao An read the news every day but ignored it; it had no impact on him whatsoever.
As long as his drug wasn't released, all the attacks were ineffective. The rumors naturally crumbled, and he even posted a status update:
"A drug that benefits humanity has touched the interests of some people, so what? Come at me!"
This post immediately attracted countless views. This message highlighted one word: arrogance! Treating opponents like dogs—such contempt is unparalleled.
The smear campaign immediately erupted, demanding a confrontation: "Stop talking so much, if you're so capable, release the drug information publicly. Whether it's true or not, everyone can see for themselves!"
"These online intellectuals are disgusting. Release it publicly? Release your mother's underwear so everyone can see!"
"Hehe, those who smear my idol, I'll report them immediately."
"Just watching the show. If there really is a drug that can cure diseases without surgery, I'll rave about it. If not, it won't stop me from watching."
Various comments flooded the screen, some agreeing, some responding. Some were just watching the drama unfold, while others were patients eagerly awaiting the drug.
Every family was curious about this issue. Even the Lin family, who cooperated with Zhao An, didn't know the specific progress, while the Bai family only knew it was true, without any specific information on the stage. This was a matter of business secrecy; even Bai Qiuqin only mentioned that such a thing existed but didn't reveal anything.
They maintained this level of integrity. A secret is a secret; when the time comes to announce it, it will be announced.
Zhao An showed no panic whatsoever and was even prepared to participate in the middle school science competition. He was here to crush the weak. Everyone was on the same starting line; it was just that Zhao An had a cheat code. And isn't cheating all about crushing the weak?
He traveled to the competition venue in his RV to fulfill a bet—or rather, a promise. The beautiful, mature principal, Bai Junlin, was already his mistress, so helping his woman was perfectly normal. He wouldn't have given a damn about anyone else. Time was precious; he couldn't afford to waste it.
This time, Zhao An brought out a balance scooter. While not particularly stunning, it was definitely eye-catching. This electric scooter could be used for short-term transportation, was very compact, easy to store, and waterproof. It was definitely a sight to behold, and winning a championship wouldn't be a problem.
Just then, a phone call came in. Zhao An was leaning back on the sofa, with the alluring Wu Xiaomiao giving him oral sex. These female anchors who loved to dance had large lung capacities, making oral sex very pleasurable.
Wu Xiaomiao's oral sex skills were already very proficient. Her fiery red lips made a slurping sound as she sucked on his penis, her eyes looking at the man seductively. She would occasionally suckle, teasing his urethra with her tongue, then forcefully sucking on the glans. Her blowjob was quite good; she would occasionally lower her head, sucking on half of his testicles, gently nibbling, giving a massage-like sensation.
Zhao An felt a pang of pleasure from the sucking, stroking Wu Xiaomiao's head with his eyes half-closed, just like petting a cat. He knew she was a slut, and it would be a disservice to himself not to properly develop her. "What is it?"
"Husband, do you remember me?" Fang Shuiling's sweet voice came through, tinged with flattery. Her current situation was awkward. Huang Meng had brought back the child born to his mistress and even arranged identities for them. She couldn't interfere in the Huang family's business, nor did she have the resources of the Fang family, only receiving a small monthly allowance; her life wasn't very comfortable.
"Of course, little slut, I know what you want to say. Take your time, don't rush. I'll have Huang Meng personally send you to my bed. After you've washed your ass, I'll open all three holes for you!" Zhao An's smile was incredibly wicked, even shameless.
Fang Shuiling felt a chill run down her spine as she listened to Zhao An's words. When she had met Zhao An before, although he exuded domineering power, she could still see a hint of naivety in him. Just hearing his voice now, that deep, resonant quality brought an immense sense of security; it was almost intoxicating.
As a sensitive woman, she knew Zhao An had grown again, reaching a level she could only look up to. Perhaps a powerful family was indeed a great platform, but the competition was fierce. Compared to a man of humble origins, he had a significant innate advantage, but his experience made it easier to penetrate the market. He knew what ordinary people needed, and he also knew what high-end individuals needed, and he was incredibly talented.
Now, none of the four major families dared to offend Zhao An, not even Huang Meng. The Huang family still had elderly members who needed Zhao An to prolong their lives. If they offended Zhao An, and he joined forces with the other three families, they wouldn't be able to handle it.
They couldn't confront him directly, but there were indirect methods. If Zhao An had a need, if he demanded something from them, it would be very simple—negotiating terms would be easy, right? The real problem was not being given the opportunity to negotiate; that was the most frustrating part.
"Then I'll wait for your good news, honey. I love you! When are you free? I'll come see you." Fang Shuiling couldn't hold back any longer; her anus was getting itchy. Should she consider giving Zhao An a little something sweet? Giving him her virginity? That's a good idea.