Power and Wealth
Chapter 1961 – Tied Up!
Nighttime.
11:00 PM.
Finally, there were no more screams from Fang Wenping inside the car, and the eerie little woods fell silent, only the occasional chirping of insects breaking the silence.
Inside the car:
Fang Wenping lay there, gasping for breath.
Dong Xuebing seemed to be recovering better. After catching his breath, he moved his shoulders to relieve some stiffness, rubbed his waist, and then grabbed his clothes to put them on. He found a bottle of mineral water, opened it, drank half, and extended it towards Fang Wenping.
Fang Wenping didn’t move. Her entire skin flushed red, as if she had just taken a shower, covered in sweat.
“Drink some water.”
“I don’t need it.”
“Then how are we supposed to get back to your place?”
“Uh, hmm.”
“I’ll get it off for you.”
Dong Xuebing put down the water bottle and reached out to untie the flesh-colored stockings around Fang Wenping’s legs. It took him a while to get them undone, and the stockings had already been torn during their earlier struggles, making them impossible to wear. Dong Xuebing threw them on the back seat. Then he moved to untie the belt around Fang Wenping’s wrists. After undoing it, he wore it around his waist. Upon looking back at Fang Wenping, he saw red marks around her wrists, with a patch of skin slightly torn and a hint of blood. Fortunately, there was no major bleeding. Seeing this, Dong Xuebing felt guilty about his earlier actions. He looked at the red handprints on Fang Wenping’s body and buttocks and felt ashamed for having been too rough. He winced just looking at them, feeling sympathy for Fang Wenping.
Fang Wenping could move a bit now. However, because she had been tied up for so long, her thighs were still spread wide, and she struggled to lower them. After about a minute, Fang Wenping slowly brought her legs together, moved her wrists, and the circulation gradually returned. Her skirt hung around her waist, so she didn’t need to wear any clothes; she pulled the long skirt over her legs. The bra was also adjusted as Fang Wenping struggled to move her arms to fix it. After fastening the shirt’s buttons one by one, it became clear that the sweat from Fang Wenping had almost soaked through the shirt, making the bra’s imprint visible. It was quite alluring.
“Want to change into some clothes? There should be some in the luggage,” Dong Xuebing asked.
Fang Wenping shook her head and didn’t reply. She continued to lie there, gasping for breath, not even wanting to move a finger after getting her clothes sorted out.
Dong Xuebing cleared his throat. “There’s something on your face.”
Fang Wenping seemed to notice and reached for a tissue.
Dong Xuebing pulled out a pack of tissues, opened it, and handed it to her. “Here.”
Fang Wenping took it and wiped her face and lips, but it wasn’t enough; she still hadn’t cleaned herself up properly. So she took another tissue to wipe her face, and Dong Xuebing leaned over, holding the tissue, to help her clean the dirt off her hair, which she couldn’t reach.
“Shall I start the car?” Dong Xuebing fastened his seatbelt.
Fang Wenping gave a hoarse, barely audible response, her legs trembling slightly.
“Just lie down, hold on a bit, don’t bump into anything,” Dong Xuebing said, then turned the wheel and drove the car out of the woods, using the GPS to find the way back. He felt pleased.
MIDNIGHT.
They arrived at Fang Wenping’s neighborhood.
Dong Xuebing drove into the complex and stopped. “Sister Fang, we’re here.”
Throughout the drive, Fang Wenping had her eyes closed, resting. They hadn’t spoken a word to each other. Only when they reached their destination did Fang Wenping slightly raise her body, struggling to sit up.
Dong Xuebing helped her carry the suitcase down. When Fang Wenping got out of the car and hobbled toward the hallway, Dong Xuebing tidied up the car quickly, wiping off any places that needed it. The car still had a bit of a… smell, not pleasant. He decided not to worry about it and would let Fang Wenping take care of it tomorrow. Dong Xuebing locked the car windows and doors, got out, and dragged the suitcase to catch up with her.
Upstairs:
By the time Dong Xuebing reached the door, Fang Wenping had already entered her apartment. The door was ajar, so he stepped inside, placing the suitcase down. He heard the bathroom door shut, followed by some rustling sounds inside, indicating she was undressing. Dong Xuebing glanced at his watch; they wouldn’t be going back today, so he might as well stay at Fang Wenping’s place. He didn’t hesitate to strip down either, found a bathrobe in Fang Wenping’s bedroom, put it on, and then sprawled out comfortably on her bed.
Ten minutes…
Half an hour…
The bathroom door opened. Fang Wenping walked out, looking weak.
“I also sweated a lot; I need a shower too.” Dong Xuebing got out of bed to meet her, brushing past Fang Wenping as she entered.
Fang Wenping didn’t look angry, nor did she say anything.
Dong Xuebing cleared his throat, unsure of what to say, so he just went to take a shower. The washing machine in the bathroom was full of Fang Wenping’s clothes, all still wet from when she undressed earlier. The shirt was still damp, and the skirt and underwear were also dirty. Dong Xuebing thought about helping Fang Wenping wash them, considering he might have been a bit too rough earlier, but then he decided against it. He was tired and didn’t feel like doing anything right now, so he just took a shower.
Splash.
The hot water invigorated him.
Dong Xuebing tilted his head to the showerhead, taking a deep breath. He wondered what was going on with Fang Wenping. She didn’t seem angry, which was unusual because she always got upset after he pulled her hair. She would yell at him or glare afterward, but today was different—no outbursts from her. Dong Xuebing thought maybe he had managed to calm her down this time. If that was the case, he felt a surge of excitement. If he had her under control now, that would be great for him in the future.
After showering:
Dong Xuebing dried off and came out. The lights in the living room were off, but the bedroom door was slightly ajar with a light on inside. He pushed the door open, and Fang Wenping was sitting on the bed, wearing the bathrobe with one leg dangling out, white and bare. Fang Wenping was holding some ointment, applying it to her leg, which seemed to be injured because she was sucking in air from the pain.
“What happened?”
“It’s torn.”
“I’ll do it; let me do it.”
“Don’t need to.”
“Give it to me, quick.”
Dong Xuebing felt sympathy and hurried to sit on the bed. The light from the bathroom made it clearer; Fang Wenping’s body had at least seven or eight injuries, some from Dong Xuebing’s actions, some from scratches, and some from hitting against car seats. Not only were there injuries on her legs, but her shoulders were bruised too. Without a word, Dong Xuebing quickly took the ointment from Fang Wenping’s hand, and with his head bowed, he applied the ointment to a scraped area on her thigh.
“Ahh!” Fang Wenping gasped in pain.
“Very painful… what kind of ointment is this?”
It seemed like a sand-related pain. Fang Wenping sucked in air, then pushed his hand away, “No more.”
Dong Xuebing disagreed, “That’s not possible. If it gets infected later, it needs treatment. Don’t move, don’t move; let me apply it.”
“No need.” Fang Wenping burrowed into the blanket.
Dong Xuebing insisted, “Sister Fang, hurry up. Just put it on, it’ll be fine. You have to listen to me on this one.”
Fang Wenping said nothing; she just pulled the blanket up, looking like she was preparing to rest.
Dong Xuebing wasn’t having it, “You need to come out. If it’s not treated properly, it could leave a scar later.”
Fang Wenping still didn’t move, her eyes closed and seemingly asleep.
Dong Xuebing tugged at her a few times, but Fang Wenping didn’t budge. Finally, he had no choice but to pull out his trump card. Getting out of bed, he found the pants he had taken off earlier and removed the belt. Fang Wenping must have sensed what he was about to do; her hand quickly tried to hide under her body. Dong Xuebing tugged at it a few times, but it didn’t come free, so he bit his lip and wrapped the belt around Fang Wenping’s neck. The belt had a lock buckle, and it clicked into place around her neck with a quick snap. Dong Xuebing grabbed the other end in his hand, turning it into a leash, almost like a dog leash in function and appearance.
Fang Wenping cried out in pain, “No!”
Dong Xuebing tugged on it, “Come out, quickly.”
“Yes, yes,” Fang Wenping didn’t hesitate for a second, immediately crawling out from the blanket.
“Come here, let me apply the medicine for you.” Dong Xuebing gave the belt another tug.
Fang Wenping’s neck was pulled forward, her body quickly moving. She knelt on the bed, hands on the sheets, crawling towards him.
Only then did Dong Xuebing lower his head to apply the medicine to her.
Fang Wenping cried out in pain again, but this time, she didn’t dodge. Instead, her body trembled slightly, her thighs unconsciously moving, her face turning rosy once more, looking like water could drip from it. She seemed to be almost in a state of arousal, wanting it as much as possible.
Dong Xuebing was sweating, giving her another wound to treat, “Hang in there, it’ll be over soon.”
The belt around Fang Wenping’s neck didn’t force her to be on all fours like a dog; she could lie down or sit in a more comfortable position. But Fang Wenping didn’t, perhaps not reacting to it or not realizing it, she lay there, with her neck pulled back, being led by Dong Xuebing. Her usual stern and commanding demeanor was gone, almost as if she had become different.
Unwrapping her shoulder’s bathrobe, Dong Xuebing continued to apply the medicine, feeling increasingly stirred by her position and the sounds she was making. He barely managed to control himself, first needing to treat her wounds properly.
Five minutes later.
All the wounds were treated with medicine. None of them were serious, and there was no need for bandaging. These minor injuries should heal on their own within a few days.
After finishing, Dong Xuebing looked at Fang Wenping. Even though he had just dealt with her an hour ago, he still couldn’t resist. This old seductress was just too alluring.
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