Power and Wealth

Chapter 1682

In the northern house.

Inside the master bedroom.

Dong Xuebing and Fang Wenping both tensed up.

Bickering is one thing, and arguing is another. If it were just the two of them, it wouldn't matter much; they've gotten used to fighting after all these days. But now, Fang Shuiling and Xie Ran have come, which completely changes everything. Even Dong Xuebing and Fang Wenping, who have been at each other's throats since they met, had to change their expressions drastically, unable to afford to bicker anymore. The situation was embarrassing—if Fang Shuiling and Xie Ran saw them, it would be a huge deal. No matter how hard they tried to explain, it would be impossible to clear their names.

Why?

Isn't it obvious?

Dong Xuebing was dressed in pajamas, while Fang Wenping was in an even more compromising situation. She had lost both her clothes and skirt, leaving her in nothing but pure white underwear and black pantyhose.

And that was it.

No other clothes.

Not to mention that they were in the same room early in the morning.

Given this scenario, no matter how many mouths they had, they could not explain it.

The two had slept in the same room, on the same bed, with their clothes in such disarray. Dong Xuebing and Fang Wenping knew they had both just drunkenly crashed and slept at opposite ends of the bed without anything happening. But how could they explain that to anyone else? Who would believe it? So when they heard the footsteps and voices of Xie Ran and Fang Shuiling approaching, Dong Xuebing and Fang Wenping didn't dare to move. One was Dong Xuebing's wife's younger brother, and the other was Fang Wenping's niece. They absolutely could not let them see the current scene. No one could see this.

Otherwise, it would be chaos.

Complete and utter chaos.

At this moment, the sounds outside were already very close.

“Brother-in-law isn't up yet,” Xie Ran's voice came.

“Brother Dong, are you at home?” Fang Shuiling asked at the door.

Dong Xuebing wanted to tell them he wasn't home—or rather, he wanted to keep quiet so they would think he wasn't home. But Xie Ran's words foiled his plan.

“He must be. When we came out yesterday, I locked the door. It's still unlocked now. We just pushed it open. I forgot,” Xie Ran said.

“Oh, he's probably sleeping,” Fang Shuiling said.

“Yeah, let's call him a couple more times,” Xie Ran said. “Brother-in-law!”

Dong Xuebing felt his heart pounding and whispered to Fang Wenping, “What should we do? Say something.”

Fang Wenping's face was dark with anger, but she tried to keep her voice down. “How would I know? Did you lock the door?”

Dong Xuebing hesitated. “It seems like I didn't.”

Fang Wenping's eyes narrowed. “Why didn't you lock the door?”

“I was drunk last night, and you were throwing up and tossing around. How could I remember to lock the door? And you blame me?” Dong Xuebing retorted.

Fang Wenping took a deep breath. “Lock it now.”

“It's too late. Our door makes a sound when it's locked. If we lock it now, they'll hear it, and we can't pretend no one's home,” Dong Xuebing said anxiously.

Fang Wenping gritted her teeth. “You need to figure something out.”

Dong Xuebing wiped his sweat. “I don't know what to do.”

Fang Wenping was frustrated. “You have to figure it out. I can't afford to be seen like this.”

“Just now, you said you weren't afraid of being seen by anyone,” Dong Xuebing muttered.

Fang Wenping's anger flared even more, and she spoke in a low voice. “That's because I can't let my niece see me like this no matter what.”

“I know. Let me think,” Dong Xuebing said, feeling pressured.

“Hurry up,” Fang Wenping said, massaging her temples as she sat on the bed.

In front of Dong Xuebing, Fang Wenping has been flaunting her semi-naked body without reservation, swaying gracefully. Dong Xuebing watched her chest waves, and she wrapped black stockings on her thick thighs and ample buttocks, feeling even more confused in his mind, with no room for thought. Just as they anxiously looked toward the door, someone suddenly knocked.

“Brother-in-law, are you awake?” It was Xie Ran's voice, getting closer.

“He's not here,” Fang Shuiling said.

“That can't be,” Xie Ran replied. “My brother-in-law is a heavy sleeper. He probably didn't hear us calling him.”

Dong Xuebing and Fang Wenping dared not speak, afraid that the slightest movement would be heard from outside.

“Brother-in-law, it's me, Xie Ran. Open the door,” Xie Ran's voice continued.

The door wasn't locked. Dong Xuebing felt his face turn green with fear. Fang Wenping quickly covered herself with the blanket and glanced under the bed.

“Brother-in-law, I'm opening the door,” Xie Ran roared.

Fang Wenping kicked Dong Xuebing's leg hard and glared at him.

Dong Xuebing knew he couldn't pretend to be asleep any longer. “Wait, wait, don't come in. I'm not dressed.”

“Oh, okay,” Xie Ran responded. “You've been called for a while.”

“Sorry, I drank too much last night and overslept,” Dong Xuebing said, trying to come up with excuses.

“Alright, we'll wait for you in the living room,” Xie Ran said, loosening his grip on the door handle.

Dong Xuebing couldn't help but ask, “Why are you here so early in the morning?”

“We came to apologize formally,” Xie Ran explained. “We had something urgent last night, and our phones died. We didn't even say goodbye when we left.”

Dong Xuebing sighed in frustration. “You're fooling no one.”

Xie Ran coughed. “Well, it's all my fault.”

“No, it's me,” Fang Shuiling interjected. “Brother Dong, it was my idea, and now I regret it.”

“No, it was my idea,” Xie Ran argued.

“It was me,” Fang Shuiling insisted.

Dong Xuebing grew impatient. “Alright, alright, just go back.”

Xie Ran disagreed. “No, we have to apologize to you formally. And we brought something for you. If you don't forgive us, we won't leave.”

Dong Xuebing was speechless. "I forgive you, I forgive you. Now please leave."

"It's okay, take your time getting dressed. We'll wait," Xie Ran insisted, still not leaving.

Dong Xuebing had no other choice. He looked at the door that could be pushed open at any moment, feeling extremely anxious.

Fang Wenping opened the bedsheet and pointed under the bed.

Dong Xuebing understood and nodded quietly. He walked over to Fang Wenping and whispered in her ear, "You go hide under the bed. I'll go out and deal with them, try to get them to leave as soon as possible. This situation is a mess."

Fang Wenping leaned close to his ear and whispered, "You'll pay for this later."

Her warm breath tickled Dong Xuebing's ear, making him shiver involuntarily. "Hurry, go in."

Outside, there was silence.

Inside the room, the two of them hurriedly acted.

Especially Fang Wenping, who looked quite messy at the moment.

Although Fang Wenping had a bit of a temper, she still had the demeanor of a lady from a prestigious family. However, at this moment, she was crawling under the bed with all her might, looking extremely undignified. But Dong Xuebing didn't have the luxury to cancel her actions. The situation was urgent, and it would be disastrous if Xie Ran and Fang Shuiling saw them. Dong Xuebing was anxious, so he urged her on, pushing her towards the bed and even squatting down to help her get under.

The courtyard furniture was old, some dating back to the Qing Dynasty, and made of rosewood and pear wood. The bed, for example, was large and wide, but its structure differed from that of modern furniture. For instance, a ledge around the edge of the bed created a small and low space underneath. Fang Wenping had a full figure, and her large buttocks couldn't fit in easily.

However, with two people waiting outside, they had no choice but to make it work. Dong Xuebing pushed her shoulders forcefully, pressing down on her bra straps. He didn't care about her comfort. He just pushed her upper body in. But her buttocks were still stuck. Fang Wenping couldn't move on her own, so Dong Xuebing, without hesitation, pushed her lower body down, holding her plump buttocks in his hands, feeling the smooth texture of her black stockings and the lines of her panties. He pushed down with force.

Once.

Twice.

Thrice.

The bed suddenly moved.

With a whoosh, Fang Wenping's buttocks and lower body finally went in.

Dong Xuebing was drenched in sweat. He dared not look under the bed at Fang Wenping's cold and stern gaze. He stood up and took a deep breath.