Power and Wealth
Chapter 1959 – Slapping Old Fang’s Ass
Evening.
Around 9 PM.
The night was pitch black, with only a few stars visible.
Amidst a whistling sound, the flight from Beijing to Shaanbei landed at the provincial airport. After a long stopover, the cabin announcement sounded, instructing everyone to collect their belongings and exit the plane in an orderly manner, without forgetting personal items. It was a far cry from the hectic scenes in economy class—no one in first class was rushing, not a single person in a hurry, moving calmly and orderly. This was partly because first-class passengers could afford the ticket price and typically had higher personal quality. Still, there was no need to rush because there were independent boarding exits for first-class passengers, and they had priority in collecting their checked luggage.
The cabin door opened.
Fang Wenping finally put the book she was holding back into her handbag. She stood up, took a sizable suitcase, and walked out. Though she had just returned to Beijing a couple of days ago, it seemed she was a day ahead of Dong Xuebing. Nevertheless, she brought a fair amount of luggage—after all, as a woman, even for a short two or three-day trip, clothes, cosmetics, and daily necessities were unavoidable, unlike Dong Xuebing, who seemed to travel light.
The flight attendant came over. “Let me help you with that.”
“No need.” Fang Wenping said calmly.
The flight attendant insisted, “It’s okay, let me help you carry it.”
Fang Wenping furrowed her brow, “I said no, thank you.”
The flight attendant hesitated and said nothing, turning away to help another woman in first class with her luggage instead. The service attitude was good here, but few passengers were as stubborn as Old Fang; the flight attendant was somewhat disappointed.
Dong Xuebing was the last to leave his seat. He glanced at Fang Wenping’s back, snorted inwardly, stood up, and joined the line to disembark. His luggage didn’t look light, either. Watching Fang Wenping struggle to descend the stairs, he couldn’t help but feel a twinge of sympathy. He walked up from behind, took hold of her suitcase handle, and said, “Here, let me carry it.”
He carried the suitcase down the stairs.
Fang Wenping, wearing high heels, followed him down.
Once on the flat ground, it was easier to pull the luggage. Dong Xuebing handed it back to her, “Here.”
But Fang Wenping didn’t even look at it; she just walked away.
“Hey, what’s wrong with you?” Dong Xuebing was surprised.
Fang Wenping ignored him and walked confidently toward the gate.
“Wait, hey, wait a minute!” Dong Xuebing chased after her, exasperated. “Why did you make me carry your stuff? Why don’t you carry it yourself?” Old Fang was something. She didn’t need it when the flight attendant offered to help her. But when he helped her, she didn’t say a word.
Fang Wenping didn’t respond, walking faster.
Dong Xuebing’s luggage was heavy, and the airport was crowded. He tried to avoid people occasionally but still couldn’t catch up with her, getting increasingly annoyed.
Fine.
Alright, Old Fang.
Dong Xuebing gritted his teeth and decided to deal with her after getting off the plane. In his mind, he swore he would make her yield today. No way was he going to let her off the hook so easily.
Parking lot.
The Land Rover Dong Xuebing lent to Fang Wenping was parked there. She had left the car here when she arrived.
Beep beep.
The lock was unlocked.
But instead of getting into the driver’s seat, Fang Wenping sat in the passenger seat.
Dong Xuebing looked at this and immediately understood. Ah, so now she wanted him to drive. After making him carry her luggage, she also wanted him to be her driver. Dong Xuebing threw the suitcase into the trunk, turned around, and glanced at Old Fang in the passenger seat, seeing her fasten her seatbelt. He stared at her sternly for a moment before he opened the driver’s side door unexpectedly, got in, and fastened his seatbelt before driving out.
Fang Wenping looked at him.
Dong Xuebing asked, “Where to?”
Fang Wenping closed her eyes and leaned back, “Just take me home. Not to the compound, but to my new place. Wake me up when we get there.”
“You think you’re Empress Dowager Cixi, don’t you?”
“Bossing me around has gotten you hooked, hasn’t it?”
But Dong Xuebing didn’t say anything; he grunted and continued driving.
The airport was in the suburbs, quite far from the city, and after about ten minutes, Fang Wenping fell asleep. Dong Xuebing glanced at her, thinking, “You wouldn’t sleep on the plane, but now you’re sleeping pretty soundly in the car? What’s wrong with you?” No, he remembered. A couple of months ago, when Fang Wenping first came to this place with Dong Xuebing for their new appointments, she mentioned that she was prone to motion sickness and didn’t like flying. That’s why she took his car. No wonder she always looked pale on the plane, not moving an inch—it served her right for always giving him a long face.
Ten minutes.
Half an hour.
The moonlight grew dimmer.
It was almost ten o’clock, and there were no signs of people on the road anymore. The car finally reached a place that seemed like nowhere—no lights, not even a person visible, only the faint moonlight illuminating distant, hazy mountains and surrounding fields and woods, with no soul in sight. It was truly a remote, deserted place, defined as wilderness. Occasionally, they could hear birds in the forest making soft calls, though he didn’t know what kind they were.
Dong Xuebing sneered, then nudged Fang Wenping beside him.
Fang Wenping opened her eyes with a yawn and took a deep breath, probably thinking they had arrived. She reached for the car door to get out, but her hand paused just as it touched the handle, her face darkening. “Where are we?”
Dong Xuebing shrugged, “I don’t know.” He didn’t; he just picked a place where there was no one, and he even drove the car deep into the woods so that no one outside could see it, no matter how many people passed by on that run-down dirt road.
Fang Wenping coldly asked, “What are you doing?”
Dong Xuebing snorted, “I was about to ask you the same thing.”
Fang Wenping’s expression was grim. “I don’t have time for this today. Take me back; I have things to do tomorrow.”
“I didn’t do anything to you, so why do you keep giving me those dark looks?” Dong Xuebing was getting annoyed. “You can’t even say a nice word to me?” Although he knew Fang Wenping had this personality, it still frustrated him.
The two of them could never get along.
After a few words, they didn’t click.
Dong Xuebing finally said, “Anyway, I don’t know the way, and I can’t return today. I’ll sleep for a bit.” He adjusted his seat and lay down.
Fang Wenping didn’t say anything for a long time. Finally, she closed her eyes, lay down, unbuttoned her outer jacket, and threw it into the backseat.
Dong Xuebing couldn’t help but laugh. “Hey, you’re a pretty tough woman, right?”
Old Fang was home visiting her family these past few days, so she wasn’t dressed as formally. She wore a light shirt on top and a long skirt on her legs, with a hint of nude-colored stockings peeking out from her high heels, making her look softer and more like a housewife. Dong Xuebing rarely saw her dressed this way and glanced at her more than once.
Ring ring ring.
Dong Xuebing instinctively touched his pocket and realized the ringtone wasn’t his.
Fang Wenping half-laid there and answered the phone, frowning, “Hello, Director Xiao, what’s up? I’ve just arrived. Yes, I’ve already had dinner. Um… is there no other matter? Alright, that’s it.” She hung up impatiently.
Director Xiao.
It was probably the Director of the Provincial Culture Department, Xiao Dongnan.
Dong Xuebing asked, “He asked you out for dinner again and he’s still chasing you.”
Fang Wenping ignored her and adjusted her posture. It seemed that she was ready to sleep.
How could Dong Xuebing let her sleep? He hadn’t dealt with her yet. After blinking, he turned sideways to her side, stretched out his hand, and touched her thigh through her skirt.
Very fleshy.
Very tactile.
Fang Wenping didn’t move either, and closed her eyes to sleep.
Seeing this, Dong Xuebing touched her a few more times. The skirt rubbed against the flesh-colored stockings on the thighs below, making a rustling friction sound, which was very pleasant.
It was not the first time they did it. Dong Xuebing was very familiar with Fang Wenping’s body and personality. He knew that Fang usually had a stern face, but she became different regarding bed. At this moment, Fang looked like he would allow Dong Xuebing to toss and turn, but Dong Xuebing was not prepared to use the previous method with Fang Wenping again. He was still holding his breath. Seeing that Fang closed his eyes and could not see, Dong Xuebing secretly untied his belt, not only untied it, but also quietly pulled it off, then grabbed Fang Wenping’s two hands, put her two wrists together, and then tied Fang’s hands with the belt at lightning speed.
Fang Wenping opened her eyes at once, “What are you doing?”
Dong Xuebing said nothing and quickly tightened the belt to tie it tightly.
Fang Wenping immediately struggled, “Let me go,” but couldn’t get rid of it. Her hands were tied tightly, and it was useless to move.
Dong Xuebing succeeded in his evil plan, and was quite proud of it, “You can’t move, right?”
Fang Wenping’s face darkened, “I told you to let go, did you hear me?”
Dong Xuebing moved and squeezed together with her seat. Not only did he not let her go, he pressed on Fang Wenping and grabbed her hair.
“Let go,” Fang Wenping shouted.
Dong Xuebing didn’t let go and pulled harder.
Fang Wenping showed a painful expression on her face, and she stopped talking for a while, and even took a breath, and a low moan came out of her throat.
“I have to teach you a lesson today.” Dong Xuebin said, “Otherwise, you don’t take me seriously, and you are addicted to being mean to me.”
Fang Wenping gritted her teeth, “It hurts.”
“It hurts even more.” Dong Xuebin knew from his previous contact with Old Fang that Old Fang tended to be masochistic. He didn’t dare to try much in the past because of Old Fang’s position. This time it was different. Dong Xuebing also let go and slapped Old Fang’s butt with a loud slap.
Fang Wenping opened her mouth immediately, but no sound came out of her throat.
Snap, Dong Xuebing hit her again, and this time Old Fang finally cried out, “Ah”
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