Chapter 134: What Tricks Are You Playing?

At four o’clock in the afternoon, Lin Meng returned to Taohua Village and headed straight for Zhao Lingshan’s house. The front door was shut tight, and her car was missing from the driveway. He tried calling her again, but it rang until it went to voicemail.

"Sister Lingshan left in a hurry after answering that call at Sister Yan’s house," he thought. "Whatever happened must have started that day.

"If it were just a minor issue, she wouldn’t ignore her phone. She’s either been kidnapped, or she’s dealing with something she feels no one else can help her with.

"But if it were a kidnapping, the culprits would have contacted her family or friends for a ransom. The second option is more likely. Could it have something to do with the village rumors about her having a sugar daddy?"

Lin Meng’s heart grew heavy as various speculations swirled in his mind. Originally, he had planned to wait one more day to see if she would return. But driven by genuine concern for her safety, he decided to call Guo Heng and ask him to look into it. With Guo Heng’s connections in the county town, digging up information on Zhao Lingshan shouldn’t be an issue.

After hanging up, Lin Meng didn’t head home. Instead, he turned and walked in another direction.

Meanwhile, at Liu Cuimei’s house.

"Chief, you can’t blame me alone for failing to get it done today!" Liu Cuimei pleaded into her phone. "I’m begging you, just give us the subsidy! As the village chief, you don’t lack this little bit of money at all.

"We spent every last penny paying for my son’s medical treatments recently. We’re relying on this money to survive... Chief? Chief?"

Listening to the busy signal on the other end, tears of panic rolled down her cheeks. She never expected Li Dahai to be so ruthless. Just because she failed to accomplish today’s task, he was going to completely cut off her son’s disability allowance. That money was her family’s only lifeline! If they couldn’t get it, how were they supposed to survive?

As she wiped her tears away, a figure suddenly walked in with a cryptic smile. "Ms. Cuimei, keeping busy?"

"Xiaomeng! What are you doing here?" Cuimei jumped to her feet, so guilty she didn’t dare look him in the eye.

"Heh, what do you think, Ms. Cuimei?" Lin Meng sneered coldly.

"Xiaomeng, about what happened today, I... I..." Cuimei grew even more flustered, stuttering until she couldn’t even form a sentence.

Lin Meng’s face suddenly darkened as he interrogated her. "Ms. Cuimei, our families have lived in this village together for years. Search your conscience—how has my family treated you all this time? Have we ever wronged you?

"Yet this morning, you tried to frame me like that. Do you have any idea that my entire life was almost ruined because of you?

"I may not have power like the village chief, but I’m not someone you can just walk all over. If you don’t give me a satisfactory explanation today, I won’t let this go!"

He delivered that last sentence with a particularly fierce edge. Cuimei shuddered in terror, nearly collapsing to the floor. She was just an ordinary rural woman who had never experienced anything major in her life; her mental fortitude was limited. Furthermore, everyone in the village knew how formidable Lin Meng had become—he was someone who dared to clash directly with Li Dahai and Li Dabiao. If he truly went on the warpath, how could she possibly fight back?

"Xiaomeng, I was wrong, but I was forced into it! Please forgive me just this once. I swear I’ll never dare to do it again!" Cuimei pleaded, grabbing Lin Meng’s hands with a desperate look.

"If you want my forgiveness, Ms. Cuimei, you need to show some sincerity," Lin Meng demanded, his face stony.

Cuimei’s expression shifted as she tried to figure out what he meant by "sincerity." After running through the possibilities, she concluded that he most likely meant money. But she was completely broke! Biting her lip, she began to cry again out of sheer distress.

Watching her pitiful display, Lin Meng showed no intention of letting her off the hook. He wanted to use this method to intimidate her. Otherwise, how could he get her to obediently cooperate with him later?

However, as he continued to watch her, his gaze involuntarily drifted, and a fire began to stir within him. Cuimei had always possessed an incredibly voluptuous figure. Right now, she was wearing a thin, white lace camisole that left her half-exposed, her massive, full breasts threatening to spill out. The two points at their peaks were like tender buds hidden behind a veil of clouds—faintly visible and so alluring that it was impossible to look away.

Further down, a short gray skirt tightly hugged her waist and hips. Her rear was perfectly round and perky, looking as if it had been meticulously sculpted. The fabric of the skirt was stretched taut, clearly outlining the shape of her large, fleshy buttocks.

"Tasting this woman would definitely be even more satisfying than Zhang Guilan," Lin Meng thought.

Of course, this was mainly because Cuimei’s face barely showed any traces of her age. Otherwise, no matter how enticing her body was, he wouldn’t have entertained such ideas—he didn’t have any twisted fetishes, after all.

Cuimei quickly noticed Lin Meng’s burning gaze. As an experienced woman, she instantly recognized the fiery lust in his eyes, and her heart was thrown into sudden turmoil.

"Good heavens," she thought, "is this the ’sincerity’ Xiaomeng was talking about? At my age, am I really still attractive to a young man like him?"

Her breathing quickened at the thought.

At that moment, feeling he had put enough pressure on her, Lin Meng withdrew his gaze. "Well, Ms. Cuimei? Have you made up your mind?"

"I..." Cuimei was momentarily torn, but it only took a second for her to come to a decision.

She absolutely couldn’t give him money. And since she was no innocent young maiden, what did it matter if she used her body to satisfy him for a bit? Besides, she was much older than him; getting to enjoy some pleasure wouldn’t exactly be a loss for her.

Taking a deep breath, Cuimei uttered a sentence that left Lin Meng utterly bewildered. "Xiaomeng, I’m willing to give it to you."

"Wait, what are you willing to give me?" Before Lin Meng could even voice the thought, he watched as Cuimei reached up and pulled off her top, dragging her bra down along with it.

Instantly, two massive peaks of flesh sprang free, exuding a rich, feminine musk. The two purple grapes at their tips were several times larger than those of an average woman, violently overwhelming Lin Meng’s senses. Without missing a beat, Cuimei bent down, stripped off her skirt and panties in one fluid motion, and tossed them aside.

"Come on, Xiaomeng. Hurry."

Now completely naked, she lay back on the bed. Forcing down her shame, she proactively spread her beautiful legs and called out to him in a soft, inviting voice.

Lin Meng’s expression went slack. Staring at the purplish fleshy lips nestled within Cuimei’s dense thicket, and the tender pink hidden within, he felt as if his entire body had caught fire.

But he didn’t dare step forward. Her sudden initiative had spooked him. Was this a new conspiracy concocted by her and Li Dahai?

"Hurry up, Xiaomeng! We can’t let anyone catch us," Cuimei urged. Seeing that he wasn’t making a move, she grew so anxious and flustered that she actually reached down to part her sweet spot, revealing the delicate pink opening.

Lin Meng nearly got a nosebleed on the spot, but he desperately suppressed his urges. Gritting his teeth, he demanded, "Ms. Cuimei, what kind of trick are you trying to pull now?"