Chapter 591: 402.
On the first day, Lu Jincheng tidied up the conference room and planned to return to his room to sleep. As he passed Professor Liu’s room, he noticed the door was open, and a lady was cleaning inside.
He hesitated for a minute, thinking he might as well go all out. He went back to his room and grabbed a low-quality bugging device he had bought earlier. He returned to the elevator and called the front desk, pretending he had forgotten his room card. Soon, the cleaning lady received a walkie-talkie message saying a guest had forgotten their room card and needed help opening the door. Lu Jincheng seized the opportunity to slip into the room and tossed the "little sphere" into the kettle.
The more he did these kinds of things, the less Lu Jincheng felt comfortable, rather than getting used to it. Grasping someone else’s privacy is like holding a snake by its weak point; the method is sharp but there’s no guarantee you won’t be bitten and suffer harm. He is well aware that knowing too much is never a good thing. He can only be cautious and maintain a positive mindset.
According to his initial thought, he could eavesdrop on whatever he could, and if not, then just let it go. People generally find hotel kettles dirty and seldom use them. If someone pours water, that would conveniently destroy the device. Lu Jincheng thought he might overhear Professor Liu’s affairs with women, but what good would it do even if he did? Playing the recordings for Guan Yongyi, even if it clears her illusions about him, would surely make her despise Lu Jincheng in turn. He wouldn’t do such a foolish thing that clearly wasn’t beneficial to him. But unexpectedly, the first night, the visitor to Li Yuanli’s room was a man.
"Oh, Mr. Zeng, just finished your work at this hour?"
"Holding such meetings is exhausting; everyone seeks you out. Mr. Li must be even busier than I am."
Who is this Mr. Zeng? Lu Jincheng listened to their conversation while flipping through the conference manual and browsing Baidu, finally identifying Professor Zeng Shifeng from Beijing. He listened to their talk, ranging from the selection of distinguished scholars to the reassignment of university presidents to the World Youth Health Fund, and finally, he heard the main point.
"Did Mr. Li see Zhuang Minhong today?"
"That damn woman, I saw her yesterday, acting all arrogant in front of me, and it made me sick." Oddly enough, listening to Professor Liu’s true self, Lu Jincheng didn’t feel uncomfortable.
"Heh, she’s about to publish in top journals, her tone is naturally different, I felt uncomfortable too."
"I tell you, women, even when they don’t cross paths with you, they still disgust you."
"What do you think, should we think of a way to teach her a lesson?" This Professor Zeng is obviously not a good person either.
"Haha, Professor Zeng and I are on the same wavelength. Haha, I was supposed to discuss with you, but it’s all arranged now. I have a cousin’s son working as the manager in the conference department of this hotel, I asked him to help me..." Next comes the arrangement on how his nephew secretly altered Teacher Zhuang’s PPT, how they impeded adjustments on site, how they recorded and sent it to national funds and journal editors. At the least, they aimed to embarrass Teacher Zhuang in the conference, and if they could disrupt the publication or project, it would be even better. After all, Zhuang Minhong’s paper hasn’t been published yet, but her tune is already singing. If it fails to be published in the end, it would be more than just a little embarrassment.
Lu Jincheng listened carefully, suddenly hearing Professor Zeng say, "I’ll boil some hot water here. At my age, I need to drink something warm." This startled him. Without preparation, he heard the sound of the kettle lid opening and thought something terrible would happen. Yet, after a few seconds, he heard the man, surnamed Zeng, say, "Oh gosh, let’s forget it, this hotel’s is surely dirty. By the way, won’t your plans be discovered?"
"No, don’t worry, clean and neat, nobody will suspect."
Men and women are frantically touching, kissing, turning the sheets into something unrecognizable, moaning amidst the fragrance of sweat in the air. Guan Yongyi held Lu Jincheng’s head close, allowing him to suck her nipples, while Lu Jincheng moved his hand to part the floral array and slowly inserted a finger into the mysterious place. He initially wanted to perform oral sex on Guan Yongyi, but found the foreplay was so thorough that it led to flooding; thus, he replaced it with fingers, one becoming two, stirring with Guan Yongyi’s moans, sliding in and out. Switching rhythms, changing methods, when it wasn’t so intense, Guan Yongyi bit Lu Jincheng’s ear and whispered "like it." Lu Jincheng, smiling, pressed her lower abdomen skin with his thumb while swapping his index finger and middle finger for his ring finger, and then shaking vigorously again. "Ah~~~ah~~~" Guan Yongyi, stimulated, collapsed onto his shoulder.
Feeling the time was right, Lu Jincheng put on a condom, Guan Yongyi’s sidestep was considered consent. Lu Jincheng steadied her waist with his hands, maintaining her face-to-face kneeling position astride his lap, letting her sit down. After a couple of rubs, Guan Yongyi softly said, "It’s been too long, let me do it myself." She grabbed Lu Jincheng’s manhood, trying on her own. Even just this gesture was enough to be enchanting. Although down there was very smooth, her movements were still very careful, going a bit at a time, taking several seconds just to fit the head, pausing before resuming the engulfing. This was only possible because Lu Jincheng had suitable measurements, otherwise this would be unimaginable.
If the womb is the final point, just as the home plate was about to be reached, suddenly the doorbell rang loudly, startling Guan Yongyi upward instantly, the union of the two declared a failure. From slowly being enveloped in happiness to tremendous void, Lu Jincheng also experienced life’s ups and downs, truly unbearable.
This thought might linger long in the lonely deep night, but beneath Guan Yongyi, it can only flash by quickly. Guan Yongyi retreated to the floor, standing, facing Lu Jincheng, looking into his eyes, her hands reaching from bottom to top, unbuttoning the pale yellow sleepwear, dropping it on the floor, then bent over to remove her pajama pants, leaving only blue ultra-small underwear in dim light, carving the shape on both sides of her chest and hips.
"Damn, why is your face so deceptive!" Lu Jincheng couldn’t help but exclaim, he never in a hundred thousand lifetimes expected that behind Guan Yongyi’s slim face lay such a fantasy body, practically the ultimate upgrade of slightly plump, the dream physique of homebodies, having flesh to a perfect degree. Whether it’s arm thickness, waist curve, or the meat between the gap of thighs, all inspire desire. The chest, although not huge, is enough to complement this feeling. Yet, "But when you’re dressed, you look like a skinny person."
"I am a skinny person." No doubt, Guan Yongyi looks ultra-thin clothed, but actually not, being a solid hundred pounds. In terms of looks, the word "handsome" might be more suitable, with glasses suggesting a hint of abstinence. Yet, what about the alluring posture and gaze in front of him, completely irresistible.