Rebirth: Encyclopedia System

When Zhang Xingrong emerged, having finished tidying herself, Zhao An took the lead, slipping his arm around the mature doctor's waist and covering her mouth with his. A passionate French kiss ensued. "Xingrong, thank you. We're boyfriend and girlfriend from now on. I'll take responsibility for you!"

Zhang Xingrong was about to reprimand Zhao An, but his gentle, sweet words silenced her. She could only lean into his embrace, "Don't tell anyone about this."

"This is a secret between us, right? Can you call me husband? Wife!" Zhao An kissed the charming, intelligent mature woman again. Her appearance betrayed no sign of her age. Such charming women with mature life experience were always very attractive. Besides, if he could get this mature woman, then the younger female doctor, Jin Yuemei, would be his! Mother and daughter, a mother and daughter doctor, hand in hand, watching these beautiful doctors in white coats saving lives and then, after get off work, lifting their beautiful buttocks for him to fuck, filled him with excitement just thinking about it!

The break after lunch was also used for vaccinations. Everyone lined up, but Zhao An didn't go. He was in excellent physical condition and didn't need to queue for vaccinations.

Jin Yuemei hadn't originally planned to follow. She'd rather have a few surgeries than get them.

Looking at her mother approaching, she looked charming and graceful, but there was something different about her. She couldn't put her finger on it, but something felt off.

"Everything's going according to order, right?" Zhang Xingrong asked, a hint of lust in her eyes. She took a few sips of mineral water to rinse her mouth. Otherwise, her mouth would still taste of sperm. Even after rinsing, she still felt a little uneasy. How many years had passed, and today, for some unknown reason, she'd given a high school student a blowjob?

Zhao An sat in the pavilion, humming a little tune and sending messages to his subordinates. A smug smile played at the corners of his mouth as he watched the stock market tick by according to the system's instructions. If predictions are correct, the Tang family will face serious financial problems within two weeks. This problem will persist until the Lunar New Year, when it will erupt and crumble.

Throwing all their funds into stocks, those who didn't know better would think they were playing the big guns, or some kind of stunt.

Originally, he'd intended to pursue the beautiful young woman Tang Yin, but he ended up sleeping with her aunt, Tang Wenxiu. Now, he had no choice but to take both aunt and niece together. Furthermore, the rewards offered by the system truly tempted Zhao An. Putting aside his ability to read people's minds, Qian Yuling was a stunning beauty, a truly exceptional beauty, possessing the allure of a mature woman and the tenderness of a young girl.

No man would miss such a beauty. Zhao An was no exception. Collecting mother-daughter relationships was a hobby; saving more women and making them sexually happy was his mission.

The sound of high heels tapping against the floor reached him. Looking up, he saw Lu Meifang, whom he hadn't seen for a while. She was quite well-known among the wealthy second-generations in the local city. As a high school senior, she wasn't wearing sneakers, but rather the high heels of a city girl, which in itself spoke volumes.

"Long time no see, Young Master An." Lu Meifang approached in her high heels, bringing with her a whiff of fragrance. The faint scent of jasmine perfume was refreshing and invigorating, not at all offensive.

"Long time no see, beautiful lady. Things have been going great lately. I was thinking we'd get together for a New Year's Eve dinner." Zhao An's large hand self-consciously caressed the slender waist of the senior, openly groping her delicate body. This was taking advantage!

"Are you free tonight? My dad wants to see you. Come to my house for dinner." Lu Meifang wasn't angry. She stroked her hair gently and leaned slightly into Zhao An's arms.

The previous agreement had been clear: as long as Zhao An could prove his ability, she could indeed become his mistress. Rich men can have many women; it's commonplace. What wealthy boss doesn't have a few beautiful mistresses? It's a very real thing. If you have money, shouldn't you pursue life? Should you become a monk?

"Of course I'm free. Let's go to your house for dinner, and then tonight we'll go to a late-night movie." Zhao An held Lu Meifang in his arms, his erect penis pressing hard against her hips. He breathed in her perfume, the subtle scent of virginity mixed with the scent of jasmine, which aroused him once again.

The enhanced body possessed endless desires, like a stud pig who knew no bounds, constantly in heat, obsessed with mating and how to vent his lust on women.

Lu Meifang's delicate body was slightly stiff, a bit unaccustomed to it. For a student, she still had long, wavy permed hair, slightly dyed yellow, giving her a youthful and fashionable look. Compared to the unsophisticated high school seniors around her, she looked very fashionable. "Well, as long as my dad says yes."

"He'll definitely agree. Ugh, Meifang, you have such a great body! I want to fuck you!" Zhao An thrust hard against her hips, wantonly playing with her body.

Lu Meifang tilted her head, her voice calm, "What woman wouldn't you want to fuck? Aren't all men so lustful?"

"Of course not. At least I'm not interested in old ladies sweeping the floor," Zhao An said with a lewd smile. He truly wasn't particularly interested. He couldn't get away from seeing a woman with wrinkles. It wasn't that he couldn't get older. If it was older women like Zhao Yazhi and Zhou Huimin who looked well-maintained, he would certainly be very interested. Women like these, who looked no more than forty, without their IDs, would be sixty?

These days, it's not about profiles; it's about looks. If you're beautiful, there's a market for you.

Lu Meifang smiled silently, still confident in her own charm. To be honest, she had never thought of having a relationship with a man who had risen from the common people. In her opinion, being well-matched was the most important thing.