Wang Dahai glanced over and asked, "Where's Mrs. Wang?"

"She's taking a shower in the room."

"You go downstairs later." Wang Dahai said softly and then headed toward the room.

The moment his foot stepped into the room, Zhao Qian immediately scampered into the basement.

She navigated confidently to the room below, opened the safe, and took out the USB drive.

Although it was not the first time she had opened the safe, she couldn't help but take an extra look at the cash and gold each time.

For someone from an ordinary background who had never seen a lot of money, such an amount of cash was an exceedingly great temptation.

She closed the safe hastily and returned upstairs, the USB drive now clutched in her sweaty palm.

She sat on the couch in the living room, heart in her throat.

It wasn't until Wang Meihua's moans came from the room that her attention was drawn away.

Wang Meihua's voice had no attempt at concealment.

She couldn't help but prick up her ears, her cheeks blushing and her heart bashful as the sounds became clearer.

Thinking of what the two of them were doing inside, Zhao Qian's thoughts ventured to that night in the villa, what she and Wang Dahai had done.

And he had even recorded it.

Hesitating, she took off her slippers and quietly approached the room.

The door was not completely shut, leaving a small gap.

She closed one eye and peeped through the crack into the room.

On the bed in the room, Wang Dahai was wearing a towel around his waist while Wang Meihua lay naked, her back smeared with smooth massage oil.

Wang Dahai's hands, following the trail of the oil, slowly massaged her.

He controlled the pressure, making her feel exceptionally comfortable.

Plus, the faint mood in the air and being at home added a psychological stimulation that made Wang Meihua more sensitive than usual.

Even before touching any sensitive spots, she was already panting heavily, almost unable to take it.

Wang Dahai didn't waste time; he still needed to copy the content from the USB drive.

As he moved to massage her shoulders, he deliberately unwrapped the towel from his waist and tossed it aside.

Watching his 'flagpole', Zhao Qian's face outside turned beet-red, too embarrassed to keep looking.

While Wang Meihua immediately lifted her face, grabbed hold of it, and brought it towards her mouth.

Her cheeks puffed out, making muffled sounds.

Zhao Qian watched, her mind unsettled, feeling a warm current in her lower abdomen, her breaths hot and heavy.

She wanted to turn and leave immediately, but her legs just would not move.

It seemed as if another unknown thought from within her kept her rooted to the spot.

She saw Wang Dahai's almost frenzied thrusts, and Wang Meihua not only didn't push him away but was immersed in it, thoroughly enjoying herself.

Minutes later, Wang Dahai climbed onto the bed, grasped her waist, and pulled her back, keeping her in a kneeling position.

And then he entered her.

"Ah~"

Wang Meihua's cries suddenly grew louder.

Such a scene unfolded directly before her eyes.

Even though she knew that Wang Dahai and Wang Meihua had done this before, actually seeing it inflicted a violent impact on her.

Both visually and psychologically, the impact was considerable, making her heart race uncontrollably.

Wang Dahai seemed to sense something, turned his head, and saw the eye peeking through the door crack – it was Zhao Qian.

Zhao Qian, realizing she was discovered, blushed even more, wanting to retreat but unable to do so.

Wang Dahai smiled, embraced the voluptuous and soft waist, and continued his thrusts.

Half an hour later, Wang Dahai got out of bed, grabbed his clothes, and said while dressing, "Mrs. Wang, wait for me to get back, I need to take care of something."

Wang Meihua lay voluptuously on the bed, her body as beautiful as a painting, lazily said, "Hurry back. I haven't had enough yet."

"Don't worry."

Wang Dahai gave her buttocks a slap, dressed quickly, and left in a hurry.

Coming to the living room, Zhao Qian was somewhat afraid to look at him.

She had watched from outside the door for a full half hour, her underwear completely soaked.

"Give me the USB drive." Wang Dahai stretched out his hand.

"Here." Zhao Qian handed it over, and Wang Dahai realized that her palm was sweaty.

He teasingly scratched the palm of her hand; Zhao Qian shivered and quickly withdrew her hand.

Wang Dahai whispered, "How does it feel?"

"What?"

"Weren't you peeking just now? How does that feel?"

"I, I..." Zhao Qian couldn't find the words for a moment.

Wang Dahai said, "Come to the villa next door tonight."

Dropping that remark, he quickly left.

Zhao Qian sat on the sofa, her heart racing uncontrollably.

Going to the villa next door at night...

What did that mean?

What, what does he want to do to me?

She felt some resistance, some fear, but also, a bit of anticipation.

Just now, watching him with Wang Meihua, she fantasized, if she was the one underneath him...

Wang Dahai quickly went to the villa next door, turned on the computer, and plugged in the USB drive.

He opened it and, too lazy to look, decided to copy the contents first.

The USB drive had a capacity of 2TB and was almost full.

Watching the slow progress bar, Wang Dahai was getting anxious, but there was no use; he could only wait.

Time ticked away, and, in a blink, over half an hour had passed. Thankfully, it was almost done; in ten more minutes, everything would be copied.

Ten minutes later, the copying was completed.

Wang Dahai unplugged the USB drive, carefully closed the computer, and dashed downstairs.

Back at his villa and entering the living room, he didn't see Wang Meihua, but Zhao Qian was still sitting on the sofa.

"Where's Mrs. Wang?" he casually asked.

"In her room."

"Oh." Wang Dahai handed her the USB drive, and Zhao Qian asked, "Is it done?"

"Yeah."

Wang Dahai didn't elaborate further, gave his instructions, and went into the room.

Seeing his movements, Zhao Qian couldn't help but spit out a light tsk.

This man, he's so lecherous.

When she came up from the basement later, sounds of moaning already filled the room.

Wang Meihua's voice was so loud; it was a good thing they were in a villa, otherwise, in an apartment building, neighbors from all around would have heard her.

For Zhao Qian, it was like an execution.

Too agonizing.

Wang Dahai didn't leave until four in the afternoon.

After he left, it took almost fifteen minutes before Wang Meihua came out.

When Zhao Qian saw Wang Meihua, she blankly stared for two seconds.

Wang Meihua frowned, "Looking at what?"

"Auntie Wang, you look so beautiful."

"Hm?"

Suddenly complimented, Wang Meihua was taken aback.

She went to the mirror to take a look and said with a smile, "A woman who has been moisturized is, of course, beautiful."

Her skin looked better, she was more spirited, and her complexion improved.

This was the difference between being moisturized and not.

"Moisturized?" Zhao Qian didn't quite understand what she meant.

"You'll understand when you have a man."

Wang Meihua said, "Being moisturized by a man, especially by someone as capable as Wang, a single session can rejuvenate and bring out a different vitality in a person."

Zhao Qian was surprised, this was a thing?

"Go tidy up the room."

"Oh, got it, Auntie Wang."

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