Chapter 80: Meeting the Father-in-Law...

“Oh… oh… that feels so good… harder, please… yes, this is the first time in my life I’ve ever felt so wonderful… little brother, I want this every day from now on, okay…” Lancy lay on the bed, eyes closed, gripping the pillow in both hands, her upper body twisting restlessly… words of pleasure tumbling from her lips without her realizing.

Zhuo Nan thought to himself, “If you want this every day, you’ll wear me out…” With such a thought, Zhuo Nan spoke up: “Sis, foot massages shouldn’t be done every day, you know. Too much and they lose their effect…”

That’s right, dear readers, don’t be mistaken—at this moment, Zhuo Nan was giving Lancy a foot massage. This set of massage techniques had been taught to him by the Super Brain, said to boost metabolism, speed up blood circulation, and effectively guard against the three highs… much more effective than any fancy supplement.

“All right, sis, time’s up, you can get up now…” As he spoke, Zhuo Nan gave the sole of her foot a light slap.

Lancy sat up, still savoring the afterglow. “Little brother, that felt so good. Where did you learn that?”

Zhuo Nan chuckled. “Books, of course. You can find anything in books…”

Lancy nodded. “Are you hungry? I’ll make you breakfast.”

“Great! I want noodles!” Zhuo Nan replied, putting on an adorable expression.

The mention of noodles reminded Lancy of the first time Zhuo Nan had visited her. She got out of bed, but as she tried to stand, a sharp pain in her lower belly made her falter… Zhuo Nan caught her just in time, his eyes catching sight of the jostling softness inside her nightdress.

After last night’s marathon, Lancy felt not the slightest embarrassment before Zhuo Nan. That’s how women are: the first time, you undress her; the second time, you undress each other; the third time, she undresses you; by the nth time, you don’t even bother with clothes at all…

“Don’t stare… it’s all your fault I can’t even stand up now, and I still have to cook for you…” Lancy scolded playfully.

“Sorry, sis, but you were making so much noise last night… I had to keep up with you…” Zhuo Nan replied, feigning innocence.

Lancy wanted to scold him, but the words wouldn’t come. After all, it had been her own wildness the night before. Having never been with a man before, after the initial pain, she discovered a pleasure she’d never known, pulling Zhuo Nan to her again and again. She’d lost count of how many times they’d joined—eight, maybe? What satisfied her most was Zhuo Nan’s boundless energy, making her feel that being a woman was truly wonderful…

“It’s all your fault…” she said, glaring at Zhuo Nan, who fell silent at once.

Lancy moved into the kitchen to make breakfast, while Zhuo Nan, having washed up, sat in the living room watching TV. At that moment, Lancy’s phone rang. Zhuo Nan picked it up and walked into the kitchen: “Sis, your phone’s ringing…”

He saw Lancy bending over in her nightdress, her shapely behind swaying as she searched for something, and Zhuo Nan felt a fresh wave of desire. Hearing his voice, Lancy said, “Bring it here for me…”

Zhuo Nan handed her the phone. Lancy answered, “Hello, this is Lancy. Oh, Dad, what’s up?”

At that moment, Zhuo Nan was up to no good; he moved behind her, slid his arms around her waist… pressed his lower abdomen forward, fitting perfectly into the curve of her body, and began to rock gently, his hands slipping inside…

Feeling his movements, Lancy’s mind went blank and a soft moan escaped her lips. On the other end of the line, Lan Zhenghao, unaware of what was happening, asked anxiously, “Lancy, are you all right? Are you sick?”

Only then did Lancy remember she was speaking to her father. “Dad, I’m fine…”

Lan Zhenghao wasn’t convinced. Lancy rarely stayed out alone, and she hadn’t come home last night, making him suspicious. “Is Zhuo Nan there with you?”

“No, no, Dad, he’s not here…” The more she denied it, the more obvious it was that Zhuo Nan was indeed there.

Lan Zhenghao’s heart filled with displeasure. Damn it, my daughter’s just being given away like that. Angry, he said, “Tell Zhuo Nan to see me at noon.” With that, he hung up.

“It’s all your fault… you had to come over for nothing, now my dad’s angry, and you’re in for it…” Lancy turned to Zhuo Nan and said.

But before she could finish, Zhuo Nan’s lips were on hers, kissing her breathless. Feeling his love, Lancy’s mind grew hazy as Zhuo Nan lifted her nightdress…

“Not here, little brother…”

But Zhuo Nan wasn’t listening; by now, he was nothing but a creature of instinct, desire flooding his mind, everything else forgotten…

Damn, after a whole morning of fooling around, they hadn’t even had breakfast. Now, with empty stomachs, they had to face her father. “Sis, should we bring something with us?” Zhuo Nan asked.

Lancy considered, then said, “No need. You’re still a student; gifts aren’t important. Just be polite when you meet him.”

Lan Zhenghao had arranged a private room for lunch with an acquaintance, waiting for his daughter and the brat who had stolen her heart. When the door was knocked, he straightened, feeling a pang of nervousness—after all, the boy he was about to meet might well be his future son-in-law.

Lancy and Zhuo Nan entered, one after the other. “Dad…”

Lan Zhenghao nodded and motioned for them to sit. Zhuo Nan closed the door. Seeing her father’s dark expression, Lancy felt awkward. “Dad, this is Zhuo Nan, my boyfriend…” As she spoke the word “boyfriend,” her cheeks flushed.

Lan Zhenghao merely nodded again. Zhuo Nan smiled. “Secretary Lan, hello, I’m Zhuo Nan.”

Zhuo Nan’s composure and confidence surprised Lan Zhenghao. After all, he was a deputy bureau chief; shouldn’t the boy be nervous? But Zhuo Nan, having lived twice, was unflappable—rebirth and supernatural powers were already part of his reality, and after surviving a hail of bullets days before, a mere deputy bureau chief was nothing to fear.

It wasn’t that Zhuo Nan looked down on Lan Zhenghao; it’s just that someone who’d risked his life had little to fear from such a man. “So you’re Zhuo Nan. Quite the young man, aren’t you?” Zhuo Nan loathed official airs. He thought, “You’re putting on a show, but your daughter was just beneath me a while ago—what’s the point?” But such thoughts stayed in his mind. Instead, he said, “Secretary Lan, you flatter me. I’m just lucky to have won your daughter’s heart.”

Lan Zhenghao raised a hand to interrupt him. “This isn’t what I want to talk about… I just want to know, what’s your connection to Ghostman Chao?”

Old fox indeed, thought Zhuo Nan. Not someone like Lancy who could be easily fooled. He turned to Lancy. “Sis, why don’t you check out today’s seafood? Let’s order some later.” Lancy understood Zhuo Nan wanted her out of the room. She looked at her father, who nodded, so she smiled, “All right, I’ll go have a look. Just wait, you’ll feast today…”

Once Lancy had left, Lan Zhenghao said, “Now you can talk.”

Zhuo Nan dropped his earlier meek demeanor, stood, took the wine bottle on the table, poured himself a glass, and swirled it nonchalantly. Watching, Lan Zhenghao felt a surge of annoyance—this kid was clearly showing no respect. But as a leader, he kept his composure.

He showed nothing on his face, waiting for Zhuo Nan to speak. In truth, Zhuo Nan was observing Lan Zhenghao in turn. If he’d shown anger, Zhuo Nan would have known he wasn’t too formidable. But a “smiling tiger” is the most dangerous sort—he’ll take your insults with a smile, then strike when you least expect it. Clearly, Lan Zhenghao was such a man.

Satisfied, Zhuo Nan began, “Secretary Lan, to be honest, I do have something from Ghostman Chao.” At these words, a flash of excitement crossed Lan Zhenghao’s eyes, quickly concealed, but not before Zhuo Nan caught it. “However, I can’t give it to you right now,” Zhuo Nan continued. “I still have great use for it.”

Lan Zhenghao wondered, What use could a fifteen-year-old have for such things? He was about to ask, but Zhuo Nan spoke first: “May I ask what your ultimate goal is in your career, Secretary Lan?”

This question stumped Lan Zhenghao. Not yet fifty and already a deputy bureau chief; with luck, he could make vice minister in a decade. But he had no background, and though he had achievements, there was no one to promote him. He might well retire as a bureau chief…

Seeing through Lan Zhenghao’s thoughts, Zhuo Nan went on, “Secretary Lan, how about we make a deal?”

Lan Zhenghao almost laughed aloud. A teenager wants to make a deal with me? Just because you’ve slept with my daughter, you think you’re my son-in-law? Ridiculous.

“Secretary Lan, do you find it funny?” Zhuo Nan asked, reading his mind as Lan Zhenghao remained silent.

Lan Zhenghao was taken aback, then smiled. “Very well, the courage of the young. I’d like to see what kind of deal you can offer me.”

Zhuo Nan chuckled, then downed his wine. “Recently, the daughter of the Dongfang family was attacked in Deqing. It may not concern our local authorities, but as secretary of the Political and Legal Affairs Commission, won’t you be implicated afterward?”

This struck home with Lan Zhenghao. He’d been worried—dealing with the powerful was all about a single word from Old Master Dongfang. One word could send you to the top or cast you down.

He signaled Zhuo Nan to go on.

Zhuo Nan continued, “I saved Dongfang Zhiyi twice… and was seriously injured for her. Don’t you think the Dongfang family should show some gratitude? When the time comes, how about I introduce Secretary Lan to Old Master Dongfang?”

Zhuo Nan’s words were reasonable. The Dongfang family had already expressed their gratitude before; now that he’d saved her twice, their thanks would surely be even greater.

Lan Zhenghao’s brow finally relaxed. “What do you want?”

Zhuo Nan smiled faintly. “I have a friend named Long Kun. He hasn’t done well in the underworld, and I just want to help him out…”

Lan Zhenghao burst out laughing. “Young man, I really underestimated you. This friend of yours, I suppose, is your representative? All right, deal. After chaos comes order.”

Zhuo Nan stood, extended a hand, and said, “Thank you, Father-in-law…”

Lan Zhenghao shook his hand lightly, a smile playing at his lips. Only then did Zhuo Nan feel he’d been played by this old fox…