Wang Damei immediately became rigid all over, standing blankly on the spot, staring dumbly into Wu Song's eyes.

The next moment, she snapped out of it, almost letting out a scream, but quickly closed the door, covering her mouth to stop herself from making any sound.

But in her haste, the door made a noise as it shut.

Frightened as if struck by lightning, Wang Damei stood frozen, hardly daring to breathe.

Meanwhile, Wu Yuling, who was being ravished by Wu Song and utterly lost in pleasure, seemed to hear something and instinctively looked towards Wang Damei's room door.

The door was shut tight.

She blinked in confusion, wondering if she had misheard.

Wang Damei certainly wouldn't be at home.

Wu Song shouldn't be lying to her.

Besides, if Wang Damei were at home, what she and Wu Song were doing would be ridiculous, wouldn't it?

Wu Yuling quickly convinced herself that she was overthinking it.

She stopped dwelling on the thought, instead sticking her butt out for Wu Song to continue.

Smack... smack...

Wu Song's powerful thrusts made Wu Yuling's butt jiggle constantly, and her whole body swayed back and forth along with the rhythm,

Before she knew it, they had gone at it a hundred times or so.

Suddenly, Wu Yuling gritted her teeth and let out a soft moan: "Ah, I've come, Brother Song, I love you, push me harder..."

Wu Song naturally obliged, abruptly intensifying his efforts, pounding furiously.

Even the sofa was shaking and moving forward.

Unbeknownst to him, the door to Wang Damei's room opened slightly once again, and an eye stared unblinkingly at Wu Song and Wu Yuling.

Wu Song caught sight of the eye but pretended not to see it, paying no mind.

As for Wu Yuling, she hadn't noticed at all, lying intoxicated on the sofa, yet feeling the sofa cushion getting somewhat damp, as if soaked by sweat, she thought. Could it be that she had wet it?

But it seems like she had broken a sweat, yet it didn't feel like it had dripped here. Could it be she was mistaken?

Despite her confusion, Wu Yuling quickly dismissed the thought.

After all, Wu Song was giving her immense pleasure, and she preferred to savor that.

After bringing Wu Yuling to another high, Wu Song said, "How much money is required to invest in this streaming gig?"

Wu Yuling squinted her eyes as she lay there, letting Wu Song pound against her rear, and replied in a sweet voice: "At least enough to set up a place, right? And a set of equipment... Without ten thousand to twenty thousand, it probably won't get off the ground... Though I could find an old place to renovate, that would require less investment, but still worth ten to eight thousand."

"How much do you have?" Wu Song asked.

"Me? I don't even have a thousand," Wu Yuling said awkwardly, "so I was hoping my dad might support me a bit, after all, they're leaving all their money to me as their only daughter. But he's actually trying to chase me away!"

Wu Song laughed, "Don't worry, I'll make him give you the money."

"That would be wonderful!" Wu Yuling exclaimed joyfully, shaking her butt coquettishly, "Come on, Brother Song, keep going strong."

Wu Song gazed at Wu Yuling's perky round buttocks, slapped it once, then began thrusting hard again, and honey-like white fluid started seeping from her buttocks, wrapping around Wu Song's shaft and making his thrusting even smoother.

With a rapid, forceful barrage of thrusts, Wu Song sent Wu Yuling to another peak.

Amidst the overpowering climax, Wu Yuling trembled in delight, moaning loudly in excitement: "Ah, it feels so good, Brother Song, it's amazing!"

Wang Damei, who was secretly watching from behind the door, shivered all over, feeling as though she had reached her own climax, her plump lower region contracting along.

Involuntarily recalling the sensation of being penetrated by Wu Song.

Wetness started to seep from her depths.

It made her feel both deeply ashamed and yet uncontrollably excited.

Leaving Wang Damei conflicted as though she was pregnant, she slid down weakly by the door, yet the door closed with a click.

Wang Damei instantly snapped to attention, stiffened again, not daring to move, resisting the urge to slap herself.

But she didn't dare move carelessly, fearing to make noise again and be overheard by Wu Yuling.

However, even without any movement, Wu Yuling still heard the noise of the door.

Being facedown on the sofa.

She turned her head at the sound, but only saw the closed door.

There was nothing unusual.

Wu Yuling showed a look of confusion again.

She turned to glance at Wu Song, and said, "Did you hear that door sound?"

Wu Song glanced at Wang Damei's room. He certainly knew Wang Damei was spying and was at home.

But Wu Song shook his head, "I didn't hear anything, did you?"

Wu Yuling grew more perplexed, "I seemed to have heard it, maybe I was mistaken. There are only the two of us in the house, it must have been the wind, right?"

Wu Song nodded, "It must have been the wind."

Wu Yuling nodded.

Wu Song took out his phone and dialed Wu Dalin.

Wu Yuling watched Wu Song quizzically.

"Who are you calling?" Wu Yuling asked.

Wu Song said, "Your dad."

"Huh?" Wu Yuling immediately became nervous, shivering as she hurriedly asked: "Why are you calling now?"

Wu Song gave Wu Yuling's butt a thrust and said, "Don't make a sound."

As he continued thrusting against Wu Yuling's rear, he dialed Wu Dalin's number.

But the call went through.

Wu Dalin didn't answer.

Wu Song chuckled and said, "Your dad's quite something, not taking my call."

"My dad's grown tough lately, not sure where he got the confidence!" Wu Yuling frowned and said.

Wu Song laughed, "Looks like your dad has found a new ally."

"New ally?" Wu Yuling was taken aback.

"Should be, otherwise he wouldn't be so bold." Wu Song hung up and dialed Qin Wushuang's number.

The call got through instantly.

Qin Wushuang's fresh and pleasant voice came through right away.

"Brother Song."

Wu Song smiled, "What are you up to?"

"I'm handling some paperwork, how about you, Brother Song?" Qin Wushuang said softly.

"Me? I'm working too." Wu Song glanced down at Wu Yuling's plump little rear.

"Mm, what's kept Brother Song busy lately?" Qin Wushuang continued the chat.

"Busy with some vet store stuff... By the way, are you aware of Wu Dalin's situation?" Wu Song got to the point, "He's been acting a bit out of character lately."

Qin Wushuang sounded surprised, "Oh, I forgot to tell you, he's been getting close to Secretary Liu lately. Uh, Secretary Liu Dongming, the new township secretary."

"Now that makes sense." Wu Song confirmed his suspicions, "Can Sister Xia restrain this Secretary Liu?"

"Sure she can, Liu is just here for a cushy retirement. Once he retires soon, my auntie will become the new secretary." Qin Wushuang said casually.

"Looks like Wu Dalin isn't aware of this." Wu Song sneered.

"He definitely doesn't know, only Sister Xia knows. No one else in the township is aware of this. This kind of thing can't be blurted out." Qin Wushuang whispered.

"Sure, I won't blurt it out. I've understood Wu Dalin's situation now, and I know how to handle it." Wu Song laughed.

"Do you want my auntie to step in and have a word with Liu?" Qin Wushuang giggled.

"Not necessary for now, if needed, I'll give you a call." Wu Song said.

"Okay."

"Alright then, goodbye for now."

"Mm, bye-bye, Brother Song."

Wu Song ended the call with Qin Wushuang, revealing a hint of a mocking smile.

Wu Dalin, oh Wu Dalin, you're quite something indeed.

Even if Liu Dongming wasn't retiring soon, Wu Song had his ways to deal with him.

Wu Song thrust a few more times into Wu Yuling's bottom and said, "Your dad is going to regret not taking my call."

"What happened?" Wu Yuling asked curiously.

Just as Wu Song was about to speak, his phone rang, it was Wu Dalin calling, Wu Song answered the call, glanced at Wu Yuling, and switched to speaker mode, "Wu Dalin, you've got quite the airs, daring not to take my call?"

Saying this, Wu Song's actions against Wu Yuling's rear made loud, echoing sounds.

Wu Yuling was so scared she covered her mouth, not daring to utter a sound.