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She possessed both an aura of aloofness and a worldly allure, blending these traits into perfect harmony, especially when she was exerting herself with abandon in bed. That mature vigor was truly irresistible, and Zhang Xiaoshan was extremely satisfied with her unrestrained performance.
It wasn’t until the afternoon, when the sun was about to set, that they finally separated.
Zhang Xiaoshan wanted to get dressed, but Jia Lanhua clung to him like an octopus, refusing to let go.
"Why the rush to leave, stay with me a little longer," she pleaded.
At that moment it wasn’t just her cheeks but her entire body that was flushed and still radiating heat.
This wasn’t just a matter of mental fulfillment, but also because Zhang Xiaoshan possessed cultivation in the Qi Transformation Realm. As he interacted with her, especially when the Nine Dragon Skill began to circulate on its own, it would also cycle through Jia Lanhua, replenishing her vitality, even making her appear younger and more beautiful, reducing the wrinkles on her face too.
Zhang Xiaoshan spoke somewhat awkwardly.
"There are two security officers outside."
Jia Lanhua smiled at Zhang Xiaoshan.
"You sly boy, don’t think I don’t know what you’re thinking. You’re afraid that Vice Chairman Jiang will come and catch us, aren’t you?"
Jiang Man was the team leader responsible for this case and could come to question Jia Lanhua at any moment—it wasn’t a laughing matter.
Jia Lanhua’s concern was indeed shared by Zhang Xiaoshan, but he wasn’t foolish enough to admit it in front of her.
"What are you talking about? How could I possibly think of other women when I’m with you?"
"I’m just considering your reputation."
"Well then, thank you for that," he replied.
Jia Lanhua’s mood improved significantly, and she even started joking with Zhang Xiaoshan.
"Alright, you clean yourself up a bit, and I’ll go prepare a divorce agreement for you. Then, when it gets dark and there aren’t many people around, we can go to the detention center to see Wu Damming," Zhang Xiaoshan suggested.
"Alright, hurry up then," she urged.
Upon mentioning leaving Wu Damming, Jia Lanhua was visibly eager and could hardly wait.
It was eight forty in the evening.
Outside the detention center.
As Zhang Xiaoshan’s Land Rover came to a stop, Director Wang, the official in charge of the guard, was already coming to greet him.
An hour earlier, his immediate supervisor, Luo Yihua, had already sent word, and having witnessed Luo Yihua’s respectful attitude toward Zhang Xiaoshan the previous night, he naturally did not dare to be negligent.
At this time, Jia Lanhua had already stepped out of the passenger seat.
She had just bought a new outfit with Zhang Xiaoshan: slim-fitting black ankle pants, high heels, an ivory sweater, her hair flowing loose without makeup—which made her look even more captivating. The two guards at the gate and Director Wang, about to greet Zhang Xiaoshan, were staring so hard their eyes almost popped out, and they were very close to drooling.
"Director Wang, it’s not polite to stare at my sister like that," Zhang Xiaoshan remarked.
Director Wang snapped out of it and chuckled as he replied.
"Heh, my apologies, my apologies. The person you’re here for has been separated out for you, come, this way..."
Director Wang led Zhang Xiaoshan and Jia Lanhua to the door of the visitation room.
"He’s inside," said Director Wang.
Through a small glass window on the door, you could see Wu Damming, who was handcuffed to a chair.
Perhaps out of excitement or anger, Jia Lanhua’s cheeks turned crimson in an instant, and her brows deeply furrowed.
"Go on in, I’ll wait for you outside," Zhang Xiaoshan advised her.
Taking a deep breath, Jia Lanhua stepped into the room.