The Beauties Help Me Become the No.1 Official

Chapter 12: Chapter 12 You are the Harem Master

In the pitch-black living room, only the faint light from a cell phone illuminated Zhao Jiaqi’s classically beautiful face.

Her body, although in its thirties, didn’t have an ounce of excess fat, and its smooth texture made Lin Fan’s breathing grow heavy. Adding to the moment, the phone call was still connected, and it was her husband on the other line—a taboo act that was a novel experience not only for Lin Fan but also for Zhao Jiaqi.

Lin Fan’s hands were no longer content with just savoring the softness of her peach-shaped buttocks. He laid Zhao Jiaqi’s body flat, parted her legs with his, and moved past her flat stomach, pushed aside the tangled undergrowth, and plunged into the long-absent muddy abyss. The thrill made Zhao Jiaqi tremble as if electrocuted, her hand involuntarily tightening in a firm grip, causing Lin Fan to shudder as well.

Thus, he flipped over again, looking at the girl-like beauty lying on the yoga mat, reached out with both hands, and grabbed the waistband of her yoga pants, ready to pull them down. Removing the last barrier meant she could no longer escape.

But Zhao Jiaqi fiercely clung to the waistband, her face reddening and expression pained as she shook her head. Her heart was pounding almost out of her throat, but she still struggled to keep her breath steady. The tension was almost too much to bear, and she didn’t dare think what would happen if her pants were removed.

"You said you were going in!"

As the tug-of-war neared its end with Zhao Jiaqi’s imminent capitulation, she suddenly struggled to sit up, glaring at Lin Fan with a grave expression, her words causing Lin Fan’s hand to stop, puzzled as he looked at her.

"Fine, I understand... go ahead, I’ll take good care of your parents... If there’s a chance, I’ll come to see you... No need to say more... Even if we’ve long lost our feelings for each other, there are things I would still do!"

Zhao Jiaqi stood up, but almost fell due to a slippery floor. Fortunately, Lin Fan was there to support her. Zhao Jiayi, hanging up the phone, didn’t say another word and quickly ran back to her room, only to reappear shortly afterward dressed in a windbreaker and carrying a shoulder bag.

"Tell Jiayi I won’t be back for a while and not to look for me... and take good care of her, she’s a poor soul!"

Zhao Jiaqi wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, then stepped into her sneakers and walked out the door, leaving Lin Fan stunned in the living room. Helplessly, he walked over to the sofa, took out a cigarette, and lit it. The Disciplinary Committee had been very strict lately. If the call had come just two minutes later, perhaps things wouldn’t have ended so coldly.

"You’re back, where’s Jiaqi?"

Jiayi entered carrying midnight snacks. The refreshing moisture from a recent

just got a phone call and rushed out, told me to tell

the neatly packed snacks, and encircled her slender waist. The fire Zhao Jiaqi had ignited in him had yet to be extinguished; he needed

"What happened?"

we become targets of public scorn. She’s probably hiding

do

of Chen Jiayi’s perfume. His years in the bureaucracy had never been as exhilarating as these past few days, especially since he had taken advantage of

higher you climb, the better you can protect me. I don’t ask for any status; all I want is peace, not to be

Lin Fan’s chest, Chen Jiayi was no longer

only one who gets to

Fan had spoken and, unable to wait any longer, he enveloped Chen Jiayi’s cherry lips, while his other hand lifted her cheongsam, reaching directly into that

she leaned powerlessly into his embrace. Instead of carrying Chu Jiayi back to her room,

kind of perversion, doing it in another woman’s bed? Does it excite

the bed, Chen Jiayi teased him by adjusting her slightly messy hair,

like it or

Chen Jiayi, his hands already impatiently reaching beneath the cheongsam to tear apart the black stockings, revealing the

Jiaqi. They don’t have any marital love left, and now her husband is locked up. Should I go get her to come back here and

pouted, her tone surprisingly

me to sleep with other women, huh? Aren’t