The Young Doctor with His Harems

Ah!

A cry of pain, frantic and shameful, Wang Yaqiu was dumbfounded, looking incredulously at the jade hand on her chest.

A woman's instinct made her feel intense humiliation inside, wanting to break free, but she dared not, afraid of angering the powerful Miss Song, which could affect her son and husband!

But it really hurt!

This hand was grabbing with such force that the nails seemed to be embedding into her tender chest through the silk.

As a pampered official's wife, she couldn't bear it, tears instantly welling up as she sobbed and whimpered for mercy: "Miss Song, what are you doing? Jiaxu made a mistake, I can apologize, I can pay, don't debase me like this..."

Song Yanjiao sneered, instead gripping harder, eyes gleaming with a few threads of sadistic pleasure.

"Humph! Apologize? Can you afford to? What are you? And money, am I short of it?"

"Miss Song, it hurts! What do you want, to spare me and Jiaxu?"

Wang Yaqiu cried painfully, utterly panicked.

"I've said it, Sister Wang, you're still charming, men like you, Dr. Xia should too, right!" Song Yanjiao squinted smilingly, turning to look at Xia Bei.

Xia Bei sat there, stunned.

He had come here after seeking out Song Yanjiao, listening to her make a phone call to Chen Jiaxu's mother, asking her to come and apologize, thinking it would just be an apology, a bit of humiliation would be enough.

But he hadn't expected Song Yanjiao to behave in such a manner!

This woman...

"Dr. Xia, don't you like it?"

Song Yanjiao smiled and asked.

"Miss Song, what are you doing?" Xia Bei chuckled bitterly, but the next moment, his eyes widened as he saw her tugging at the collar, revealing a stretch of fair skin.

Large, and full!

Lacking the tenderness of a young woman but still standing firm, they were strikingly white, and large, wrapped in black lace that formed a deep and bottomless cleavage. Because of fear, she trembled intensely, causing this stretch of waves to rock vigorously, strongly impacting Xia Bei's eyes.

He stared intently, feeling his throat dry, a wicked fire rising from his lower abdomen.

Honestly, Chen Jiaxu's mother was indeed quite charming, with a gorgeous appearance, a tall and well-maintained figure, looking very mature and attractive.

Her dress had a hint of Chinese ancient style, adding elegance and nobility, coupled with her identity as a high official's wife, arousing a strong, wicked desire to desecrate her!

"You like it now, don't you!"

Seeing him blush suddenly, Song Yanjiao smiled triumphantly, knowing he was stirred, having thoughts inside.

"Miss Song, please don't... don't! I have a husband and son, you mustn't... no! It's absolutely impossible! I'd rather die than be with him..."

Wang Yaqiu turned her head, increasingly panicked, understanding Miss Song's intention to have her sleep with this young man, using her body to atone.

It's just too absurd!

Under any circumstances, she wouldn't agree!

She was someone with a respectable identity, with a family too. How could she do such shameless, morally bankrupt things!

If her husband and son were to find out, how could she face living!

"Don't want to? Then you can go back!"

Song Yanjiao sneered, withdrew her hand, and turned away.

Wang Yaqiu froze, looking outside, yet dared not get up; leaving would mean the end for Jiaxu, her husband, and her home too. She couldn't leave; she must seek forgiveness.

"Miss Song, I'm begging you, don't make me do this thing, I'm over forty, getting old, I can help introduce some young girls, they're all very pretty, sure to satisfy Dr. Xia."

Wang Yaqiu pleaded.

"Sister Wang, what I want is you. Average girls can't compare to your beauty, charm, and status; none can match these." Song Yanjiao turned back, reaching to touch her face, a playful, teasing expression.

She had always enjoyed this feeling, wantonly controlling others' fates!

"Miss Song, there's no need for this."

Xia Bei spoke.

Although internally excited with strong wicked thoughts, Xia Bei still felt somewhat unable to accept, and if he listened to her and possessed this woman, he would later become subject to her control.

He didn't want Sister Yang to find out!

"Really?"

Song Yanjiao looked at him, "You don't want to? Then why is your face red and your breath heavy? You want it too, don't you? That Jiaxu was idiotic enough to provoke you; don't you want to take revenge on his mother fiercely?"

"Oh! I know, you're afraid Yang Wanqing will find out, right! Don't worry, I won't say a word; this will be our eternal secret!"

Song Yanjiao squinted and smiled.

She had always been jealous of Yang Wanqing, and now, she finally had a chance to turn the tables; Yang Wanqing was too upright to have any fun, but she was different, she could offer him more, more thrilling experiences!

"Yang... Yang Wanqing? Is that Director Yang?"

Wang Yaqiu shivered, her tearful eyes widening again in fear.

"Exactly! He is Yang Wanqing's man!"

"What?"

Wang Yaqiu trembled, almost fainting; what a huge mess had Jiaxu gotten into!

"Sister Wang, you can leave, I won't stop you, but bear in mind the consequences yourself; you should really think hard about your son and husband. As long as you sacrifice a little, they will all be safe and sound, very worthwhile."

Song Yanjiao leaned to her ear, enticingly.

Wang Yaqiu bit her red lips, her eyes filled with pain, continually struggling, and ultimately lowered her head, "Miss Song, as long as I comply, will our family remain safe?"

"Of course!"

"Then... alright!"

Wang Yaqiu lowered her head and stood up, her entire body trembling, while her collar had been completely torn away, the thin lace unable to cover the two jade peaks. With another hook of Song Yanjiao's finger, the two massive, tender white mounds bounced out, trembling earnestly, the two enticing, mature grenadine making Xia Bei's breath catch...