Power and Wealth

Chapter 1680

"Houhai.

It was already dark.

Looking at the watch, it was already past ten o'clock.

The taxi sluggishly stopped at the entrance of an alley. There were cars parked inside so that they couldn't go any further. Dong Xuebing rubbed his throbbing head, paid the fare, and then turned to shake Fang Wenping, who was sleeping there. She didn't budge, so he gave her a hard shove, but still, she didn't stir.

'Fang Wenping.'

'...'

'Wake up, we're here.'

'...'

Fang Wenping remained motionless, still asleep.

Dong Xuebing clenched his fists in frustration, then grabbed her ankle and pulled her forcefully out of the car. Thud! Her high heels slipped from his hands, and as he dragged her, the friction between her long skirt and the taxi seat caused the hem of her dress to rise gradually, revealing her two legs wrapped in black stockings. Dong Xuebing couldn't help but glance, which made him cough. Seeing the driver sneak a peek through the rearview mirror, Dong Xuebing quickly grabbed the hem of her dress to prevent it from riding further. Thankfully, she didn't expose herself. Then he stooped down to pick up the coffee-colored high heels from the ground and hurriedly put them back on her feet. After that, he lifted her arm and pulled Fang Wenping out of the taxi. The taxi then made a U-turn and drove off.

Fang Wenping was heavy.

At least 120 pounds, quite plump.

Dong Xuebing was also quite drunk today. His steps were already unsteady, and supporting this drunken, curvy woman made it even harder for him to stand.

Step by step, Dong Xuebing struggled to walk with her toward his courtyard.

Fortunately, it was already very late, and few people were in the alley. Those passing by were mostly riding bicycles, and no familiar neighbors were around. Otherwise, dragging a drunk, beautiful woman back home in the middle of the night, even if she was a bit older, would invite gossip. Dong Xuebing couldn't explain, and he didn't want to explain, so he tried to quicken his pace, hoping not to encounter anyone he knew.

They arrived at the quadrangle.

Dong Xuebing let out a sigh of relief. With one hand dragging her and the other searching for the keys, finding them took him a while. He quickly opened the door, pulled Fang Wenping inside, and didn't even bother to lock the door. He just kicked it shut with his foot, then struggled to push Fang Wenping inside.

In the northern room.

Finally, they arrived.

Dong Xuebing threw Fang Wenping onto his big bed and then sat beside it, panting heavily. He was sweating profusely.

What's this?

I ended up taking care of her.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. Dong Xuebing angrily took out his phone again and called Xie Ran and Fang Shuiling, wanting to give them a piece of his mind.

But it was still off.

Both were still off.

Damn it, you two left so carelessly, leaving me to deal with the mess!

Dong Xuebing couldn't help but look down at Fang Wenping on the bed. He patted her arm, 'Hey, Fang, I'm telling you, stop pretending to be dead. Wake up and go home by yourself.'

Fang Wenping lazily turned over, 'Mmm.'

Dong Xuebing was annoyed, 'I'm exhausted from all this, and you're sleeping so soundly.'

Fang Wenping stretched her feet and put her high heels on the bed, then closed her eyes and said hoarsely, 'Water, hmm, thirsty.'

Dong Xuebing was not polite, 'Find water yourself, I don't care.' After speaking, he smelled the odor on his body, and when he looked down, he realized that Fang's clothes had been vomited on quite a bit by Fang Wenping. He felt disgusted and quickly took off his clothes, went to the wardrobe, found a nightgown, and put it on. Then he took off the pants with some vomit, put on pajamas, put off his shoes and socks, put on slippers, and finally felt a little more comfortable."

"Later, I'll have to take a shower.

Ah, everything's sticky, all because of her vomit.

Dong Xuebing didn't intend to keep these clothes. He didn't even think about washing them. He just removed his belt and threw the clothes on the floor in the corner.

'Water.'

'Are you not done yet?'

'I'm thirsty.'

'Get it yourself, am I your maid?'

Dong Xuebing didn't give her a good face, but just as he took a few steps intending to shower, he stopped and looked back at Fang Wenping. He clicked his tongue, 'I owe you.' He walked to the table, poured a glass of cold boiled water, and returned to the bed, 'Here, drink.'

Fang Wenping was still lying with her eyes closed, 'Mmm.'

'Drink, water's here.' Dong Xuebing nudged her.

Fang Wenping was drunk. She slightly turned her head and opened her mouth.

Dong Xuebing couldn't believe it. He resisted the urge to kick her to death and casually brought the cup of water to her face, pouring a little into her mouth.

Fang Wenping sipped, swallowing.

Dong Xuebing poured some more into her lips.

Fang Wenping drank again, but a lot spilled out, flowing down her chin onto the bed and pillow.

After feeding her, Dong Xuebing felt thirsty himself. He gulped down a few sips, threw the cup onto the table, and strode out of the room to shower. His electric water heater was always plugged in, so waiting was unnecessary. He started washing as soon as he took off his clothes. Seeing that it was almost winter, the air was dry and cold, plus being vomited on by Fang Wenping made him extremely uncomfortable. Dong Xuebing's face finally showed a contented expression as the warm water cascaded down his body. It felt so comfortable, incredibly comfortable.

Ten minutes later.

Dong Xuebing came out wearing pajamas.

The moonlight tonight was beautiful, but Dong Xuebing didn't have time to appreciate it. Firstly, his head was particularly dizzy and painful, and secondly, there was still a time bomb in the house. Dong Xuebing felt even more headache when he thought of Fang Wenping. If he could find a safe place for her to stay, Dong Xuebing wouldn't hesitate. But unfortunately, she didn't even bring her ID so that she couldn't go anywhere. She could only stay at his house.

Letting her stay overnight?

It can't be like this.

Dong Xuebing was extremely unwilling. He had no good feelings for Fang Wenping at all. But now, she got herself involved with him just because she was drunk. Dong Xuebing fed her water, helped her find a place to stay, and became her caregiver, which upset him.

Taking a drag of his cigarette in the courtyard, Dong Xuebing's head became even heavier. The aftereffects of the foreign liquor were quite strong, and they were only now kicking in. He already wanted to sleep. He glanced at the room in the north wing and gritted his teeth, deciding to go over and see what Fang looked like. After all, she was his superior in the Discipline Inspection Commission. Dong Xuebing didn't care about her life or death, but at least he didn't want any trouble in his own home.

In the north wing.

Inside the bedroom.

As Dong Xuebing pushed the door open and entered, his eyes widened.

In front of him were Fang Wenping's exposed two beautiful legs in black stockings, almost from the roots of her thighs to her ankles. The skirt must have ridden up to her buttocks during her tossing and turning, revealing her plump and smooth thighs completely. The black stockings wrapped around her buttocks, and the slightly darker panty line could be seen through the stockings. The edge of the panties was faintly visible, indicating a hint of the color of the underwear. It was dark outside, and the stockings were black, so it was hard to see clearly, but it was probably white underwear.

Still white underwear?

At her age?

What are you pretending to be young for?

Dong Xuebing muttered a curse in his heart, but his eyes stubbornly stared at her lower body, unable to move away."

"This woman...

Well, I have to admit, her thighs are really beautiful.

Hmm, her buttocks aren't bad either, quite full.

Hey, what am I doing? Am I sick or something?

Dong Xuebing shook his head and quickly averted his gaze. He was extremely tired now, feeling so dizzy that he could collapse at any moment. He wanted to deal with things here quickly. Seeing that Fang Wenping's high heels had almost dirtied his bedsheet and blanket, he frowned and had no choice but to bend down to remove her shoes. He threw one heel on the floor, and the other rolled under the blanket. Dong Xuebing searched under the blanket for a while before finding it and tossing it under the bed.

Fang Wenping turned over and mumbled a few times, "Mmm."

But as she turned over, her clothes faced Dong Xuebing directly. A foul stench of vomit hit him in the face, almost making him gag. It was so disgusting; the entire room was filled with the odor emanating from her clothes.

Dong Xuebing grabbed her sweater without hesitation, pulling it off her neck in disgust.

Her bra was exposed.

A simple white bra caught his eye.

But Dong Xuebing didn't even have the heart to look anymore. He suppressed his disgust, threw her sweater on the chair, and then pulled her over onto her back. With a swift motion, he untied her long skirt from her waist and tossed it onto the chair.

Too dirty.

Disgusting.

Dong Xuebing reached over to open the window for some fresh air. After airing out the room and removing the smell, he closed the window and finally dared to take a deep breath.

Now Fang Wenping was only wearing her underwear and black stockings, nothing else.

Dong Xuebing didn't have any appreciation for her appearance at this moment. He found his head getting heavier and feeling a bit nauseous. The alcohol was starting to surge back up.

It's going to be bad.

Can't handle it anymore.

Dong Xuebing wanted to crawl to another room to sleep, but his steps were becoming unsteady. He glanced sideways and saw Fang Wenping lying at the head of the bed. The bed was large, leaving two-thirds of it empty. Dong Xuebing kicked off his slippers, bent down, and crawled to the foot of the bed, avoiding her. Then he lay down sideways near the foot of the bed, using some of the blankets from Fang Wenping's feet as a makeshift pillow.

A few seconds passed.

A few more seconds passed.

A faint snoring sound began to emerge.

Almost the moment Dong Xuebing closed his eyes, he fell asleep. He was just too exhausted."