Chapter 1942 - 1839: Indecorous Conduct (Part 2)

Capítulo 1942: Chapter 1839: Indecorous Conduct (Part 2)

“Is there thievery going on in that area?” Song Xiaodong asked.

“Family Head, it’s not just thievery. That place should be called the ‘Thief Zone.’ The surrounding shelters are all inhabited by thieves.”

“How can such a thing happen?”

“The residents there are like that—truck flipping and looting, highway robbery, theft, bullying female students—everything has been in the news.”

“Why doesn’t the police intervene?” Song Xiaodong asked.

“Family Head, it’s a no-man’s land at the border of several police jurisdictions. When it’s tax collection, they fight for it, and when it’s work, they pass the buck with no one to manage it. There are too many local thugs.”

“Family Head, are you interested in that place?”

“Yes.”

“Is it related to the development zone?”

“Correct.”

“Oh, Family Head, don’t bother with that area. The last Deputy Mayor fell because of it.”

“I know. Alright, you get busy.”

Song Xiaodong pondered and suddenly came up with an idea.

In the evening, Song Xiaodong called Dragon Three.

“Come over.”

“Yiyi, dress a bit seductively tonight.”

Chapter 1840: Intimate Sparring

“Nonsense, when am I not sexy?” Sun Yiyi wore a navel-baring top and leggings, revealing her long, fair legs and flat stomach, lounging on the sofa. As she heard Song Xiaodong talk about her, she deliberately tossed her hair, lifted her head, and gave him a seductive look.

“Yes, you’re the sexiest!” Miao Qingqing, whose stomach was slightly deformed, rolled her eyes at Sun Yiyi, and said unhappily.

“What do you want?” Sun Yiyi asked Song Xiaodong.

“Have to sacrifice the wife to catch a wolf,” Song Xiaodong said cryptically.

“Come on, just go.” Song Xiaodong waved his hand to have Sun Yiyi change clothes.

“You really mean it!” Sun Yiyi pouted as she went to the bedroom.

“What are you up to?” Song Xiaoru asked Song Xiaodong.

“Nothing much, just helping Deputy Mayor Han maintain social order and contributing a bit to the development of Minghe High-Tech Industrial Development Zone,” Song Xiaodong said earnestly to Song Xiaoru.

“Oh, after meeting the Deputy Mayor once, you’ve come back full of official talk. Aren’t you embarrassed!” Chu Xianling sat down next to him, mocking Song Xiaodong.

“I mean, are you really planning to help Deputy Mayor Han resolve this issue?” Chu Xianling asked.

“Of course, dealing with village tyrants and local thugs is my forte!”

“Don’t start fighting again!” Song Xiaoru felt a bit worried.

“Relax, I’ve got it figured out.”

“You claimed to have it figured out yesterday, but ended up driving that Overseas Chinese away,” Chu Xianling added.

“Even if the Overseas Chinese fly back to Ruitu by plane, they’ll have to fly back here again,” Song Xiaodong said nonchalantly.

“What are you going to do? When will you be back? Should I leave the door open for you?” Song Xiaoru asked.

“No need, I have the key,” Sun Yiyi had finished dressing and walked out, saying to Song Xiaoru.

“Wow, Sister Yiyi, you are so sexy!” Xiao Yingying looked in admiration at Sun Yiyi’s explosive figure.

Sun Yiyi gleefully tossed her hair, lifted her skirt, and elegantly bowed deeply to everyone. Through her off-shoulder neckline dress, one could clearly see the deep cleavage.

“Wow, Yiyi, you really know how to dress!” Chu Xianling also joined admiringly.

“Let me tell you, this is my fighting attire, which I rarely wear,” Sun Yiyi said proudly to Song Xiaodong.

“Yes, it’s rarely worn indeed.” Everyone echoed.

Song Xiaodong scrutinized her carefully; Sun Yiyi had a wine-red curly hairstyle cascading behind her shoulders, a delicate eye makeup, bright lip color, and a fire-red off-shoulder, backless and high-slit red dress. It exposed her smooth back and rounded, fair shoulders and collarbones, with two thin straps loosely resting on her shoulders. Inside the high slit of her skirt were faintly visible black safety shorts and long legs. She wore black high heels and held a black hand purse; when bending her head, her hair fell over her shoulders, partially covering the low neckline of her dress that couldn’t hide the side.

More importantly, from the back, it was clear she wasn’t wearing a bra, and from the side, a slight misstep could lead to exposure.

“Let’s go, snaring a wolf,” Sun Yiyi twisted her waist while walking to Song Xiaodong, who reached out to place his hand on her waist instead of holding her hand.

“What are you doing…” Sun Yiyi instinctively stepped back.

“Why dodge?” Song Xiaodong quickly turned her around, pressing her entire body against him.

Sun Yiyi naturally placed her hands around Song Xiaodong’s neck, pressing her chest into his, tightly hugging his chest.

The two protruding points made Song Xiaodong even more certain Sun Yiyi wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

Squatting down, Song Xiaodong reached through her skirt slit, pulling down Sun Yiyi’s black lace panties.

“Hey, you two go into the room, I’m watching TV here!” Miao Qingqing couldn’t stand it anymore and shouted at them.

“Go into the room, this is inappropriate!” Song Xiaoru also shouted at them.

“Sis, do you want to join?” Song Xiaodong asked while holding Sun Yiyi as they flirtatiously moved toward a bedroom, raising his head to ask Song Xiaoru.

“Shameless!” Song Xiaoru glared at Song Xiaodong, and continued knitting.

Several close-quarter moves, bare-chested confrontation; the two met in tight space—narrow road, the brave wins. Song Xiaodong reached out immediately with a move called “Dragon Plays with Phoenix,” reaching out like claws attacking Sun Yiyi’s chest. Sun Yiyi fearlessly, relying on three pure True Qi channels, didn’t dodge but advanced head-on to forcefully take Song Xiaodong’s full-force attack. In a flash, Sun Yiyi groaned, struck by Song Xiaodong’s move, blood and energy surging, her face flushed, nervous. Song Xiaodong didn’t pause, not giving Sun Yiyi a chance to catch her breath; his other hand, in a Crab Pincer Grab, aimed for Sun Yiyi’s waist. Knowing the move was dangerous, Sun Yiyi chose a niche path, lunging toward Song Xiaodong for close body sparring. Song Xiaodong’s move missed, launched another, fingers turning to claws, aiming at Sun Yiyi’s back; she had no room to evade, forced to take the move directly. Desperate, she counterattacked; her hands directly grabbed Song Xiaodong’s lower half, yanking his belt down, also catching Sun Yiyi’s dress strap—the sharp friction sound of clothes heard. They both took each other’s move, destabilized, falling onto the bed.