In the past, women who approached his father would always try to get close to him. But he knew their true intentions—once they secured their position, they would want to get rid of him, eager to have more children with his father and push him out of his position in the Shen family. He wasn’t stupid, so he would ignore those women.

This was also why, despite his parents’ lack of affection, they hadn’t officially announced a divorce yet.

He scoffed at himself. He didn’t care for the women who tried to please him, but here he was, pondering the thoughts of a woman who didn’t even bother with him.

Or was this her new tactic?

Thinking about these complex issues, Shen Zhong started teasing the plush cat meowing beside him again, suddenly feeling a bit melancholic.

“Do you think my dad is furious that I snuck out halfway?” he sighed.

After taking a shower, Xie Youyou sat on her bed and called her mother.

“Mom, did you receive the money? I sent it to your card. Is grandma’s illness getting worse? I’ll find time to come visit soon.”

“I received it. You shouldn’t send us so much money. It’s too much; you should keep it for yourself.” Her mother’s voice came through, worried. “Are you doing well in A City?”

“I’m doing fine.”

“Don’t lie to me. I saw what people are saying about you online. YuYu, if something happens, you must tell me. I only have you.”

Xie Youyou felt a lump in her throat. “Mom, I know. Don’t worry, I’m doing well now. Don’t look at what’s online; I don’t look at it either. As long as I can make money, nothing else matters. Being scolded a few times is no big deal.”

“Okay, I understand.”

—

The next day, the Shen family held a family banquet.

Even Shen Zhong’s mother, Su Ting, returned from out of town.

Shen Yan, dressed in a military uniform, asked Shen Feibai, “Where’s Shen Zhong?”

“At the Rainbow Villa.”

Shen Yan furrowed his brows. He knew that was where Shen Feibai kept his mistress.

“You actually let Shen Zhong stay with your mistress? If the old man finds out, he’ll skin you alive.”

Shen Yan lowered his voice. Probably only he and Su Ting knew that Shen Feibai kept a mistress.

The Shen family, a family of officials for three generations, had strict family discipline and many rules. They never allowed their descendants to do anything improper. Shen Feibai was an exception, seen as morally corrupt in the old man’s eyes.

He remembered that the female celebrity was a lower-tier one with a bad reputation. At that banquet, which was related to a major project, several female celebrities were present, obviously looking for patrons. Even though they knew everyone there was a married, middle-aged man, they still went for it.

Out of all the female celebrities, he chose the one with the worst reputation, probably bewitched by her beauty.

The official wife needed to be elegant and appropriate in every situation, while the mistress only needed to be charming, coquettish, and good at serving the man.

That female celebrity was like a parasitic plant, dependent on a man for survival, a plaything to amuse him, not a big deal.

In the afternoon, Xie Youyou received a text message from an unknown number.

“I will come to send clothes for Shen Zhong in the evening.”

From the content, she knew it was from Shen Feibai. She replied with one word, “Okay.”

Shen Zhong spent the whole day in his room playing games and barely came out.

In the evening, Xie Youyou waited and waited, but Shen Feibai still hadn’t come to send the clothes. Eventually, she fell asleep on the sofa. It wasn’t until midnight that she received a call from Shen Feibai.

“Come down.”

His voice was low and magnetic, and Xie Youyou, who had been groggy, instantly woke up.

“Okay.”

At this hour, there was no doubt about what was going to happen.

Xie Youyou came out of the villa and saw the tall man standing by the car. His white shirt was unbuttoned at the top, a belt around his waist, and those straight, long legs looked powerful. His authoritative aura from the political arena was evident.

Shen Feibai heard the sound at the door and looked up. Just seeing him made her nervous.

“Mayor Shen,” she said softly, like a kitten mewing. This reminded him of how she sounded beneath him, like a cat in heat, constantly wanting more.

Shen Feibai felt a stir. “Come here.”

Xie Youyou obediently approached him.

Shen Feibai grabbed the girl’s small hand and pulled her into the car, then pressed himself on top of her.

Xie Youyou, pinned beneath the man, couldn’t help but let out a soft gasp, as if she couldn’t take it. He hadn’t even started yet, and she was already melting.

The atmosphere in the car began to change, instantly becoming intimate and chaotic.

Shen Feibai touched Xie Youyou’s breasts and found she was still wearing a bra.

Being the clever man he was, he asked, “Have you been waiting for me all this time?”

Xie Youyou let out a soft “mmm,” her voice already trembling.

The man, after a long night, exuded even more masculinity at this moment.

Shen Feibai didn’t say anything more. He took off her T-shirt and removed her purple bra, admiring it for a moment before tossing it aside.

The girl’s two fair, ample breasts bounced free in front of him.

Under the bright lights of the car, Xie Youyou was too shy to open her eyes. She tried to cover herself with her hands, but the man grabbed them and locked them above her head. His warm, strong hand covered her breast, freely kneading and feeling its softness.

Xie Youyou trembled; it had been years since she had been touched like this.

Her breast spilled out from between the man’s fingers, a lewd sight. Her pink nipples swayed and trembled with his touch, occasionally flicked by his fingertips, sending waves of pleasure through her body.

It had been so long since he had played with her breasts like this.

A strong, tingling sensation spread from her nipples throughout her body.

Xie Youyou couldn’t help but moan softly as the man roughly kneaded and played with her breasts.

“Mayor…” she whispered.