Mother-in-Law Ling Xueyan
After heading downstairs, the burly thugs split up into two cars, hauling the guy who'd already died under Wang Yue's palm along with them.
The man had been shattered internally by Wang Yue's strike from afar—no external wounds, just like he was peacefully asleep. No risk of freaking anyone out.
Wang Yue and the two sisters climbed into his hovercar, with the sisters squeezing into the back seat together.
Li Yingying stared at Wang Yue up front, who wasn't much taller than her, her emotions a tangled mess.
At first, she'd thought this young master of the Wang Family was mild-mannered. But she never imagined he'd kill someone without hesitation, leaving her—who'd never witnessed such violence—thoroughly shaken.
Yet the man he'd killed was one of the scum who'd tormented her family, so a thrill of satisfaction mixed in with the fear.
Li Menglan felt differently. Today's events had elevated Wang Yue in her eyes, transforming him from a little boy she needed to look after into a towering man she could truly rely on.
She knew she'd fallen hard. Even without that contract or the Wang Family's favors, she'd never leave him now.
The three cars formed a convoy—two in front, one trailing—winding through streets before pulling up outside a modest bar.
The burly thugs were utterly cowed by Wang Yue, too terrified to try any tricks. They hadn't even dared call their boss en route.
They knew their leader was probably done for this time. Best to play it straight if they wanted to live.
"Young Master, we're here. The boss is inside," the burly man and his crew said, rushing to Wang Yue's car and eagerly opening the door for him.
"Lead the way," Wang Yue said, helping Li Menglan and her sister out before following the thugs into the bar.
Li Yingying had never been to a place like this—especially not Crocodile Gang turf—and tension knotted her gut.
Li Menglan squeezed her hand. "Don't worry. With Young Master here, no one can hurt us anymore."
Li Yingying gazed at the not-so-tall figure ahead, her nerves easing inexplicably.
It was daytime; the bar wasn't open. The place was dead quiet as they crossed the lobby to a private room at the back.
"Boss, we're back," the burly man called through the door.
"Come in," a voice replied from inside.
The burly man pushed open the door, ushering in his crew and Wang Yue's group.
Only two men inside: a middle-aged one and a youth who looked like his spitting image—father and son, no doubt.
"Liu Sheng, it's you!" Li Yingying gasped at the sight of the young man.
Liu Sheng went to the same high school as her, a year ahead.
Since she'd started last year, he'd been chasing her relentlessly. But she'd ignored him, focused on her studies.
Who knew he was the Crocodile Gang boss's son? Rejected, he'd stooped to despicable tactics.
"Li Yingying, never thought you'd come to me on your own," Liu Sheng smirked, already picturing the school's beauty writhing beneath him.
The gang boss's eyes locked on Li Menglan, unblinking: What a refined beauty!
He'd bedded plenty as boss, but mostly mediocre types. Nothing like this exquisite woman.
Better yet, her face was nearly identical to the girl his son fancied—probably her sister.
For a moment, he regretted promising his son the younger one. Claiming both sisters would've been paradise.
Father and son lost in fantasies, neither spared Wang Yue a glance. He was average build, young, with nothing standout save a face prettier than many women's.
And neither swung that way, so the pretty boy went ignored.
Their leering at the Li sisters irked Wang Yue. He stepped forward, shielding the girls. "So, how do you want to die?"
Liu Sheng fumed at this smaller kid's audacity. "Who the hell are you? Know who I am?"
"And do you know who she is?" Wang Yue jerked a thumb at Li Menglan behind him.
The gang boss paused. "Who?"
"She's my personal maid—like a big sister. Her family is my family. Her little sister is my little sister." Wang Yue inwardly winced: Li Yingying's actually older than me by a year.
Minor detail. He pressed on. "You targeted my sister. I'm here for your lives."
The boss matched his son's rage: Kid had guts disproportionate to his size.
But something about Wang Yue felt off. "And who might you be?"
"Wang Family of Jinling, Wang Yue," he said coolly.
Thud!
The Crocodile Gang boss dropped to his knees without a word. "Young Master Wang! This is all a misunderstanding!"
Wang was a common surname—hundreds of millions nationwide, dozens of warrior families in Jinling alone.
But only one dared claim "Wang Family of Jinling."
And Wang Yue's name rang like thunder: sole male heir of the three great warrior families. His future power was assured.
The boss was a low-level loose cultivator, forever stuck below Qi Condensation Realm.
The gap dwarfed warrior vs. civilian.
He itched to slap his son dead. Who to piss off but someone tied to the Wangs? Suicidal idiocy.
Not that he'd bothered checking first.
Wang Yue had no patience for trash. Two swift palms ended the Liu duo.
He turned to the burly man.
"Young Master, mercy! We just followed orders—never offended the ladies. Young Master Li's beating was all Liu Sheng and his dad. Not us!" The burly man trembled, stunned by Wang Yue's ruthlessness—no chit-chat, just kills.
Wang Yue motioned the Li sisters to sit with him, then addressed the burly man. "What's your name? What do you handle in the Crocodile Gang?"
"Name's He Biao. I handle enforcement," he admitted. Thug work, basically.
"Same surname as Auntie He. Maybe kin from five hundred years back," Wang Yue chuckled suddenly.
He Biao stayed mum, clueless.
Li Menglan smiled quietly.
Li Yingying huffed. "We wouldn't claim kin with a bad guy like him."
Wang Yue grinned. "Yingying, don't say that. Maybe he's not all bad."
"Yes, yes! I've done no real harm—just flexed my size to scare folks. Rarely even swing a fist," He Biao babbled.
Wang Yue didn't buy it but saw potential. "He Biao, die or live?"
"If Young Master says die, I can't live. If not, I can't die. My fate's yours," He Biao said smoothly for a brute.
"Fine. Chance to live: Crocodile Gang's yours now. Protect the Li Family. Any harm comes to them, you're dead. Troubles too big? Call me." Wang Yue gave his communicator number.
He Biao beamed. No punishment—instead, promoted by a Wang heir.
No warrior prowess, but Wang Family backing trumped that.
"Young Master, rest easy. Lady He'll be my dear auntie. Young Master Li Gang and Miss Yingying, my uncles and aunts. I'd die before letting a hair on their heads hurt!" he vowed.
"Prove it. Do well, and I'll consider making you a Wang Family outer warrior."
"Thank you, Young Master!" Pure elation. In this era, who didn't crave warrior status? Power, longevity, luxury.
"Lan-jie, Yingying, let's go." Ignoring He Biao, Wang Yue led the sisters out. Aftermath? He Biao's an old hand at street life; he'd handle it.
In the car, Li Menglan praised, "Young Master, you wield carrot and stick like a pro. He Biao's loyal now, and you've snagged the Crocodile Gang. Granny would be thrilled."
"Really? Didn't think that deep." Wang Yue rubbed his nose sheepishly.
He'd just wanted extra security for the Lis. He Biao was malleable, so why not?
But her words made him sound like a scheming genius. Even his thickening skin flushed.
Pfft~
Li Yingying giggled.
Earlier, he'd been a cold killer like a demon lord. Now, boyish embarrassment—especially the nose-rub—made him adorably comical.
Wang Yue coughed, changing tack. "Lan-jie, with Crocodile Gang watching—and word spreading of your ties to the Wangs—you're safe. Yingying, any issues or cash shortages, hit up He Biao. He slacks? I'll deal."
"Got it!" Li Yingying chirped happily. Li Menglan sighed. "Mom's stubborn. Anything but taking gang money."
"What does Auntie He do?" Wang Yue asked.
Li Menglan glanced at her sister.
Li Yingying's cheer faded. "Mom does odd jobs. Brother hauls at the warehouse. But with his injury..."
"Relax. We brought plenty of spirit herbs—your brother's healing fast. Lan-jie, next stop: find Auntie He steady work."
"Where?" Li Menglan asked, growing bolder. She'd decided: she was his, willing or not.
"Chen Corporation."
Jinling's three great families dealt mostly in warrior goods, unsuitable for civilians.
But Chen Corporation, led by a business prodigy, had expanded into every sector. Now, it gripped Jinling's economic veins after two decades.
That prodigy? Ling Xueyan—one of Jinling's Four Absolutes alongside Su Mengyan, famed for commerce and beauty.
Also, fiancée Chen Xi's mother—and Wang Yue's future mother-in-law.
Back at the Li home, Li Gang still slept. Wang Yue left Li Yingying to watch him, taking He Qiong and Li Menglan straight to Chen Tower.
A forty-nine-story office behemoth, every floor under Ling Xueyan's thumb, spanning industries.
Street gangs like Crocodile might not know Wang Yue, but Chen staff did. Front desk waved them to the executive elevator without asking for appointments.
"Xiao Yue, what brings you?" A surprised voice halted them as they neared the elevator.
A woman approached gracefully.
Crisp business attire: gray blazer, knee-length skirt hugging her lithe figure. Flesh-toned stockings sheathed slender legs; black heels perfected their allure.
Her stunning face rivaled the Wang women, diamond lips curved in a perpetual gentle smile.
"Chen-chen-jie." Wang Yue blinked in surprise.
Chen Chen, Ling Xueyan's eldest, Chen Xi's sister—Wang Yue's future sister-in-law. One of Jinling's Twelve Beauties, like his sisters and cousin Wang Yue.
Inherited mom's genes: at twenty-one, a sharp business whiz, Ling Xueyan's right hand as president assistant. Second only to her mother.
Seeing such a powerhouse in the lobby? Surprising.
"Out on errands, heading back," Chen Chen said, eyeing the mother-daughter duo. "Who are they?"
"Introductions: Chen Corporation's eldest miss, Chen Chen. This is my personal maid, Lan-jie Li Menglan, and her mother, Auntie He Qiong. Here to pull strings with Xue-yi for Auntie He's job."
Ling Xueyan was future mother-in-law, but no marriage yet—so Xue-yi it was.
"Miss Chen, hello!" The women bowed hastily.
"Auntie He, Lan-jie, relax." Chen Chen smiled warmly at them, then to Wang Yue: "No need to bother Mom. I'll handle it—perfect fit for Auntie He."
"Thanks, Miss Chen." He Qiong beamed. Today opened eyes: these elites, once untouchable gods, so approachable.
All because her daughter grew up as Wang Yue's maid.
Suddenly, her girl's secret sale to the Wangs felt like fate's gift. Otherwise, her beauty would've meant a life of disguises, like He Qiong's youth.
"Thanks, Chen-chen-jie." Wang Yue grinned. "But we're here—gotta pay respects to Xue-yi. Or she'll say I'm rude and withhold her daughter."
"True. You'd suffer, and little Xi'd cry herself silly." Chen Chen laughed.
Chatting amiably, they boarded with the Lis.
Ascending steadily, Wang Yue grew wistful.
Surrounded by stunners, his lust was spiking. What now?
Take Chen Chen: future sister-in-law, innocent chat. Yet his eyes strayed to her perky chest, sizing them: Not huge, but a handful each...
Damn it!
He shook off the thoughts.
Luckily, direct elevator—top floor quick.
Stepping out, another surprised call: "Eh, Wang Puke?"
"Hey, Chen Crybaby." Wang Yue grinned at the loli.
Adorably carved, stunningly pretty. But flat as a board—shorter than Wang Xin'er, barely developed at fourteen. Like a fast-growing ten-year-old.
Ling Xueyan's youngest: Chen Chen and Chen Xi's sister, Chen Fei.
The loli fumed. "How many times? It's Chen Fei—like moon's new light. Not Chen Cry!"
Wang Yue deadpanned. "I've said it plenty: Wang Yue—like surpass. Not bellyache puke!"
She huffed. "You make me wanna puke, so Wang Puke."
He snorted. "You make me wanna beat you crying, so Chen Crybaby."
Chen Chen sighed at their bickering. "Xiao Fei, why fight Xiao Yue again?"
"Who'd bother with him!" The loli sneered, strutting off chest-puffed, neck craned—like a cocky rooster.
Chen Chen scolded Wang Yue. "You're as bad. Xiao Fei's future brother-in-law—yield a bit."
"Sis, you don't get it. This is our thing." Wang Yue chuckled. "Why's she here?"
"Bored of training, came to bug Mom." Chen Chen smirked at his eager look. "Pity—Xi-xi's not here."
"Oh." Disappointed. He'd hoped for fiancée time with Chen Fei around.
Chen Chen smiled wider—his letdown proved he cared for her sister. "Go see Mom. Auntie He, Lan-jie, with me—we'll sort the job."
Wang Yue nodded, knocking solo at the president's office.
"Come in," a lovely voice called.
He entered.
Vast space—hundreds of square meters. Mostly empty: file cabinets, water dispenser, guest sofas.
Behind the sole desk: a breathtaking beauty, resembling Chen Chen but more glamorous. Head down over files, beauty suffocating.
Worthy's one of Jinling's Four Absolutes with Mom!
"Xue-yi," Wang Yue called.
Ling Xueyan looked up, surprised, straightening. "Yue-er, what brings you?"
"Errands. And to see you." His gaze snagged on her chest.
Same outfit as Chen Chen, but her swell threatened to burst seams—mesmerizing.
"Thoughtful." She smiled faintly. "Sit. Water?"
Rising, her massive breasts quivered.
Wang Yue's heart quivered too.
Oblivious that her "boy" prospect was ogling, Ling Xueyan turned to the dispenser.
Fatal view.
Wang Yue fixated: black-stockinged legs under tight skirt, and that fat, huge, round, perky ass swaying gently.
At the dispenser, bending: ass hiked, ultra-plump and sexy. Wang Yue ached to rip her skirt, grab those cheeks, ram his cock in.
His dick—already stirring from Chen Chen's tits—sprang full mast.
Panic: tight pants, monster size—even seated, obvious.
"Xue-yi, gotta hit the john!" He bolted while she filled the cup.
Ling Xueyan turned, cup in hand. "My office has one—" But only his fleeing back.
"Silly fidgety kid." She smiled indulgently, setting the cup on the desk for his return.
Out but still raging, Wang Yue couldn't loiter visibly.
Top floor: just Ling Xueyan and Chen Chen's offices, their secretaries. All women, no guests—unisex restroom.
Desperate, he shoved in without thinking.
Inside: familiar face in strange spot. Li Menglan. Both froze.
Wang Yue gawked: pants to mid-thigh, her on the toilet. Lan-jie's ass is huge. Never noticed.
Her eyes dropped to his obscene bulge. Unmissable.
"Young Master, you..." Bewildered by his intrusion—and that.
He cupped his crotch hastily.
Worse: hands couldn't cover it.
"Young Master, out? Please?" Li Menglan flushed. Halfway done—couldn't stop, but the sound...
"Oh, right." Mortified, he fled again.
His back vanished; she stifled a smile. What got him so hard?
But... so big!
Sixteen when entering Wang service, sheltered, manless.
But maids gossiped wildly—married ones spilling raunchy tales bolder than men's.
She'd absorbed plenty vicariously—half-expert, lacking practice.
Quick finish, tidy-up. Out: Wang Yue in corner, peeking anxiously like cornered kid.
Reminded her of his mischievous youth. "Young Master, all good."
He dashed back in, pants tented.
Waiting, curiosity peaked: Masturbating?
Maid tales fueled her interest. Decided lifelong his, she steeled herself and entered.
No: Wang Yue clothed on toilet, bulge defiant.
"Young Master, what're you doing?"
Seen already, he shrugged at the tent. "Waiting it down."
"How long?" Li Menglan bit her lip, bold: "Want Menglan's help?"
Wang Yue perked. "How?"
"Hand or mouth. Cum, it'll go down." Blushing.
"Sure."
He'd eyed maids for dual cultivation—disrupted by Xue Yan. Li Menglan topped his list: loyal, top-tier looks among them.
Her offer? Rejecting'd be fake.
He stood, dropped pants and underwear. Massive cock sprang, bobbing at her.
First sight: awe and nerves. Hesitant hand gripped it.
"Young Master, it's huge—almost man's size." Feeling its unique throb, she marveled.
"Almost?" Wang Yue blinked. Few adults matched him. "How'd you know?"
"Dorm married sisters. Their men's seven inches. That's about twenty-three centimeters. Yours nears twenty. In years, you'll top them."
He chuckled inwardly: ancient inches? Seven was ~16cm modern. They exaggerated for pride—Asians rarely hit that.
Didn't correct: kid with monster cock? Embarrassing. Let her think normal.
Unaware, Li Menglan stroked awkwardly, heat building—chest tight.
To ease it, please him: knelt, mouth on glans.
Maid lore: men loved it.
Novice—no skill. Sucked head, hand-pumped shaft.
Enough for Wang Yue. Loosened control: three minutes, erupted in her mouth.
Sisters say swallow, she thought. Waited finish, spat softening cock, gulped semen.
That gulp nearly reharden him.
Out soon: Chen Chen fixed He Qiong's job—top-floor cleaning. Idle, high pay. Basically free.
He Qiong accepted gratefully. Li Gang's recovery uncertain; needed income.
Wang Yue bid Ling Xueyan quick farewell—no lingering.
Near noon; she offered lunch. He declined painfully.
Reason: her killer figure. More glances, erection risk.
Back at Lis', shared job news. Li Yingying thrilled.
Gang issue solved, job secured: Lis' dark days over.
Save Li Gang's wounds.
Awake now, he thanked Wang Yue profusely.
Wang Yue noted: burly but honest, solid character like sisters.
Check revealed: special physique. Absorbed healing herbs fast, emerged stronger.
Unclear on inner arts, but external forging? Genius.
Wang Yue claimed him: post-recovery, find me. Left all herbs, simple lunch amid thanks, departed with Li Menglan.
In car, Li Menglan quiet. Wang Yue assumed family parting blues—let her be.
Unknowing her thoughts circled him.
Maid boasts: hubby's seven-inch cock, iron-hard, pussy-wrecker.
Most: endurance.
One: hour nonstop.
Another: half-night pounding.
One bragged: one night fucks a day, one day a night.