Chapter 3232

"Buzz… buzz… buzz…" As Zhao Desan was driving back to the Institute to retrieve Zhang Yunfang's camera, his phone rang.

Zhao Desan, while driving, reached into his pants pocket to pull out his phone. Without even glancing at it, he pressed the answer button with one hand and held the phone to his ear, saying "Hello."

"Desan, how have you been lately?" A familiar woman's voice came from the other end of the line.

Zhao Desan's heart skipped a beat. He quickly pulled the phone away to look at the screen and verified his guess—it was indeed Ma Lan, whom he hadn't been in touch with for a long time. At that moment, he felt a mix of excitement and agitation. A joyful smile appeared on his face as he said excitedly, "Sister Lan, it's you! I haven't heard from you in a long time."

Ma Lan chuckled softly on the phone and said in a gentle voice, "I know you're a unit leader in the district now, and your work must keep you incredibly busy. I didn't want to disturb you easily unless I had something going on. How have you been lately?"

"I've been doing great. How about you, Sister Lan?" Zhao Desan responded to Ma Lan's caring inquiry while simultaneously pondering her phrase, "I didn't want to disturb you easily unless I had something going on." From that sentence, he felt as if Ma Lan might have something she needed his help with.

"I've been doing well too," Ma Lan said with a faint smile.

Seeing that Ma Lan wouldn't take the initiative to state the reason for her call, Zhao Desan asked bluntly, "Sister Lan, is there something you need my help with?"

Ma Lan gave an awkward smile and then said nonchalantly, "Not really. It's just been a long time since we were in touch, so I called to check on you. If you have time in the next few days, would you like to have a meal with me?"

Doing the math, it had been several months since he last saw Ma Lan. Among the many women Zhao Desan had encountered, Ma Lan could be considered the one he had known the longest, as well as the most elegant and wealthy. Receiving her call, he couldn't help but have her alluring face surface in his mind. Thinking of the emotional entanglement between them, Zhao Desan felt a thousand emotions surging in his heart. He also wanted to see her, so he smiled and agreed without hesitation, "Sure! Just give me a call whenever you're free, Sister Lan."

Ma Lan smiled gracefully and said, "Alright, let's stay in touch."

"Mm." For some reason—perhaps because they hadn't been in contact for too long, causing the distance between them to grow and the feelings to fade—Zhao Desan felt as if he had nothing left to say to Ma Lan. He just gave a faint "Mm" and didn't know what else to add.

Perhaps sensing that Zhao Desan had nothing more to say to her, Ma Lan gave a faint smile and said, "Alright, Desan, you go ahead and get back to your work. I'll call you again in a few days."

After a brief chat, both of them ran out of things to say. In the end, it was Ma Lan who took the initiative to hang up.

After finishing the call with Ma Lan, Zhao Desan's mood suddenly became somewhat complex. After hanging up, he felt as if he had a thousand words he wanted to say to her. At the same time, he wanted to ask about the land plot issue, as the unit-organized training had kept him too busy to attend to it. Thinking that Lin Da hadn't given him a clear answer for such a long time, Zhao Desan felt it was time to apply more pressure to the old man. If he didn't pressure that old bastard, he would likely keep dragging his feet on the promise.

When Zhao Desan retrieved the camera, he kept a trick up his sleeve: he hid the magnetic tape that was inside the camera. After leaving the Institute, he bought a blank tape at a nearby shop. To get a more direct understanding of the progress between Zhang Yunfang and Xia Jian in the room, he also splurged on a wireless synchronous playback device of the same model as the camera. After having the shop assistant teach him how to use it, he hurried toward Zhang Yunfang's rental house…

Setting up an ambush was second nature to Zhao Desan; it couldn't have been simpler. It took him less than half an hour to hide the camera, and after checking the angle and lighting with the synchronous playback device, he felt satisfied. He snapped his fingers, wearing the expression of a victor who had everything under control.

Just as Zhao Desan had expected, Xia Jian didn't hesitate at all. After receiving Zhang Yunfang's call, he immediately agreed to her request, dropped all his work, and rushed toward Zhang Yunfang's residence…

Zhao Desan hurriedly left Zhang Yunfang's rental shack. As he was leaving, he instructed Zhang Yunfang, "Don't have any reservations. You're a woman, and since you've already had that experience with a man, one more time won't make a difference. Just treat Xia Jian as your man." After saying this, he gave Zhang Yunfang a victor's gesture and turned to walk out of the room.

Zhao Desan wanted to find a spot that could both see the entrance of Zhang Yunfang's room to keep track of the situation and have a clear wireless signal. After wandering around for a long time without success, he had no choice but to circle behind the house and crawl into his car, which he had parked behind the building. He hid in this safe and concealed spot; all that remained was to wait—to wait for the little shrimp to take the bait. To Zhao Desan, Xia Jian could only be considered a little shrimp, because the real big fish was Zheng Tulu; it was just that there was currently no bait capable of hooking that big fish.

Fortunately, Xia Jian didn't make Zhao Desan endure too much torment or suffering. Before long, he appeared on the screen. Zhao Desan's emotions began to tense up; he was so nervous that his hand holding the wireless receiver was trembling, and his palms were sweating.

One had to know that this wasn't just any ordinary voyeurism; it involved both passionate scenes and elements of a struggle, not to mention the question of whether Zhang Yunfang's acting would pass muster. All these factors intertwined, making Zhao Desan feel as if he were about to suffocate, and he couldn't help but gasp for air.

On the screen, Zhang Yunfang was sitting on the edge of the bed with her head lowered, while Xia Jian stood in the middle of the room, constantly scanning the surroundings. It was clear that Xia Jian was quite vigilant.

Zhao Desan congratulated himself on his brilliance; he hadn't let Zhang Yunfang know where he hid the camera during the setup. Otherwise, given the current situation, with Xia Jian scanning the room like that, Zhang Yunfang would surely have glanced at the camera's location inadvertently. With Xia Jian's cunning, there was no way he wouldn't have noticed something amiss.

Zhao Desan watched as Xia Jian talked to Zhang Yunfang while pacing around the room. Zhang Yunfang appeared very restrained in front of Xia Jian, while Xia Jian seemed completely at ease. He spoke to Zhang Yunfang unhurriedly. At this point, Zhao Desan felt a bit annoyed; why had he forgotten to buy a synchronous recording device? Now he could only see the visuals but couldn't hear what Xia Jian was saying to Zhang Yunfang, much like watching a silent film, which made him feel very anxious.

Zhao Desan was very puzzled. He felt that Xia Jian had already conquered Zhang Yunfang, and after she gave him a call, he had rushed over without a second thought. By all logic, after seeing Zhang Yunfang—especially in such an environment where they were alone—Xia Jian should have been impatient to get down to business. Yet, looking at Xia Jian now, there wasn't the slightest hint that he wanted to get into bed with Zhang Yunfang, which made Zhao Desan extremely anxious.

Just as Zhao Desan was becoming frantic, the scene he had anticipated appeared on the screen. Zhang Yunfang stood up from the edge of the bed with a flushed face, looked at Xia Jian shyly, and then took the initiative to step forward and open her arms to throw herself into Xia Jian's embrace. A triumphant, sinister smile immediately appeared on Xia Jian's face, and he quickly opened his arms to pull Zhang Yunfang into his embrace, then lowered his head to press his large mouth against Zhang Yunfang's cheek…

Zhang Yunfang on the screen was flushed with a rosy glow, a flash of panic crossing her eyes before she closed them, letting Xia Jian's mouth begin kissing her from the base of her snow-white ear… Xia Jian's tongue flicked like a dragonfly touching water, lightly sucking on the earlobe of Zhang Yunfang's snow-white ear, then tracing a path down to kiss her snow-white, sexy neck… Before long, Zhao Desan actually saw from the video receiver that a fiery red flush had spread across Zhang Yunfang's face. Her eyes were tightly shut, and she lifted her chin slightly. Her red, sexy, parted lips were slightly agape, appearing quite enchanted. And Zhao Desan's guess was correct; indeed, under Xia Jian's extremely seasoned kissing, Zhang Yunfang, who had already tasted the pleasures of a man, felt as if seven or eight rabbits were thumping in her heart. Her heartbeat accelerated, and she felt a sense of panic. In a daze, a difficult-to-describe sensation made her unable to help but slightly part her lips and let out a low, long "uh" sound from her throat. Her arms, which had been hanging loosely, couldn't help but lift up to embrace Xia Jian's body, wandering lightly across his back…

F*ck! She really is proactive! Seeing this scene on the video receiver, Zhao Desan couldn't help but mutter to himself.

Immediately after, Zhao Desan's eyes, fixed on the video receiver, grew wider and wider. He saw Xia Jian pull the petite but curvaceous Zhang Yunfang tightly into his arms. While his two large hands were unscrupulously caressing her round, full buttocks—which were covered by her nightgown—he kissed her snow-white neck, gradually pulling her toward the large bed… Under Xia Jian's relentless advance, Zhang Yunfang, while breathing slightly heavily, slowly retreated until… until… she was blocked by the edge of the bed and fell backward onto the large, soft mattress. Immediately following, Xia Jian pressed his body onto her undulating form. As he kissed his way down her smooth, fair neck, his hands weren't idle either; they had already reached inside the hem of her nightgown, caressing her full thighs clad in flesh-colored stockings, wandering further and further inside…

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