Wang Yan did not mistreat Lin Dingding. For instance, early the next morning, he stewed an old hen soup for her. If she wanted a house, he bought her a house; if she wanted spending money, he gave her spending money. On one hand, it was only fair. On the other, it was naturally for his own convenience. Hotels were no good, and his home was out of the question—he needed a love nest somewhere.
So Wang Yan contacted the returned-to-the-city educated youth who had worked for him before. In the end, he bought a place at New Street Junction, not far from the Beijing Institute of Posts and Telecommunications where Lin Dingding studied.
Those educated youths had now begun trafficking goods between north and south, becoming traveling merchants. It had been Wang Yan's idea, and he had provided the capital as well. Of course, Wang Yan had no ulterior motives—he simply wanted to make some money. After all, having many women meant big expenses.
Overall, the youths did fairly well. They had been nervous on their first trip, but came back having doubled their money. On the second trip, they were bolder and staked more goods. By the third trip, they were completely hooked—whoever blocked their path to wealth, they would kill.
Wang Yan balanced his wonderful hey-hey-hey time with Xiao Suizi and Lin Dingding quite well. If it came down purely to physical pleasure, there was no question that Lin Dingding, who was more uninhibited and adventurous, was better. But when it came to the little tenderness between a man and a woman, Xiao Suizi had the edge. The shy embarrassment born of modesty could often be especially alluring.
As for Hao Shuwen, as the wedding day drew nearer, the normally carefree woman now blushed easily whenever she