Chapter 33: The Thing That Can’t Be Found

Because her stockings were torn and soaked by someone, Ji Lan had to tie a jacket around her waist to cover up.  

Her inner thighs were wet, and walking felt very awkward. Ji Lan could only try her best to keep her legs tight together.  

But when she took a step, she looked like a weak willow swaying in the wind, sexy beyond words.  

Yan Jingyao looked and just wanted to fuck her eight hundred more times.  

The two came to the underground parking lot. The chill below made Ji Lan urge Yan Jingyao to hurry and open the car door.  

She badly needed to change her wet underwear and stockings. Yan Jingyao claimed she had new ones in the car, and Ji Lan could only believe her.  

“Where did you put them?”  

“Back seat,” Yan Jingyao unlocked the car while opening the trunk, “look for yourself.”  

“…”  

Making her this messy and still daring to tell her to lookherself, Ji Lan thought in annoyance that once they got home, she’d kick Yan Jingyao into another room to sleep tonight.

But right now she had to deal with the urgent matter first. Ji Lan opened the backseat door, knelt on one knee on the seat, and crawled in to search for the new underwear Yan Jingyao mentioned.  

Yan Jingyao hadn’t put in the key, and she was at the trunk. Ji Lan could only search under the dim basement lights.  

But the box on the backseat had nothing in it.  

Just when she was upset, wondering if Yan Jingyao remembered wrong, the light suddenly grew dimmer.  

Ji Lan lifted her head and saw Yan Jingyao had pulled the car sunshades over all the windows.  

“…”  

Why cover up so suddenly? Ji Lan instantly had a bad feeling.  

She hurried to pull back out, but it was too late. Yan Jingyao blocked the door, her body covering Ji Lan, and reached straight for Ji Lan’s butt raised from crawling.  

“Jingyao!”

Ji Lan shivered from fright, but Yan Jingyao had already quickly lifted her coat.  

A finger touched the hole in the stockings, pressed against the wetness, and pushed inside.  

“Ah~”  

Ji Lan instantly tightened sensitively, then felt her hole being thrust in and out by Yan Jingyao.  

“Don’t move,” Yan Jingyao twisted her finger, teasing the flower hole. “I’ll fuck for a while then give you the new panties.”  

While saying this she used her other hand to hold Ji Lan’s waist, and the finger poking the hole worked harder, pumping in and out.  

“Mm… ah… uh…”  

Ji Lan’s four limbs were lying on the back seat. The space was small so she couldn’t straighten to dodge. With her butt sticking out, of course she could only be fucked.  

Yan Jingyao stood at the car door. This position was strong for control. She gripped Ji Lan’s waist tighter and her right hand fiercely fucked her hole.  

The hole was already wet. Because Ji Lan was crawling on all fours, her butt flesh clamped tight, and the little hole was squeezed tight too.  

At the torn spot of the stockings, the flower slit bulged out more obvious, and the feeling of the finger thrusting was much stronger.  

Just one middle finger already made Ji Lan feel like dying of pleasure.  

Yan Jingyao pushed in hard. Her fingertip hooked the silver threads as it pulled out. The sticky liquid dripped down, wetting the back seat.  

“Lanlan, you’re so tight~”

Yan Jingyao happily pumped, making Ji Lan’s body arch forward again and again.  

The sound of squelching softly rang. More wet liquid flowed, dripping straight from the hole, pulling threads as it dropped on the leather.  

The enchanting little hole made people not want to stop. It sucked her finger hot and tight, the feeling was beyond comfortable.  

Yan Jingyao kept fucking, then at last gave a heavy thrust, deep into the soft flesh, and twisted hard. Ji Lan climaxed.  

“Ha~”  

She collapsed limp on the back seat, her little butt still held up high by Yan Jingyao.  

After being hard fucked several times, her flower was messy wet beyond words. Yan Jingyao’s eyes burned. If not inconvenient, she really wanted to lick it all over.  

She pushed the limp Ji Lan further in. Then Yan Jingyao went to the driver seat, put in the key, moved the seat forward to make space, came out, shut the door, and bent into the back seat.  

She had covered the windows with shades, so Yan Jingyao turned on the dome light, then propped Ji Lan up against her.  

Luckily her car was a Cayenne. The space was enough to mess around. Yan Jingyao thought of ways to hold Ji Lan to her front, made her sit on her lap, then spread her legs open.  

“Jingyao~,” Ji Lan really couldn’t take it anymore. “Why are you so many times today… ah~”  

“What many times, hmm?”  

Yan Jingyao slipped her arm under Ji Lan’s armpit, locking her body, then her fingers fiercely rubbed the little clit.  

“Lanlan hasn’t squirted out for me to see yet.”  

The strong pleasure from the rubbing made Ji Lan almost lose her mind. Her face was full of seductive spring colors.

No more… if this goes on she will break~  

Weakly wanting to press Yan Jingyao’s hand, but before touching the hand crazily buzzing her clit, her wrist was caught.  

“What? Want to put it in yourself?”  

Yan Jingyao bit Ji Lan’s earlobe, slightly stopping the clit vibration, pressed with her left hand, led Ji Lan’s fingers, and stuffed them into her own little hole.  

“Come, fuck yourself.”  

Yan Jingyao controlled and made Ji Lan move in and out. After a few thrusts, she overlapped her middle finger with Ji Lan’s, together stretching the hole wide and pushing in.  

“Ah~”  

Ji Lan cried in pleasure. Yan Jingyao took the chance to lead her fingers, thrusting several more times.  

“Does it feel good? Fucking yourself, hmm?”  

Ji Lan leaned weak in Yan Jingyao’s arms behind her, legs wide apart hanging on her knees, being teased and finger-fucked.  

Yan Jingyao bit her earlobe, and secretly used her free right hand to rub the swollen clit hard.  

“Ha ah~”  

Ji Lan’s body twitched hard. As the fingers pulled out, her little hole tightened and squirted clear liquid.  

She squirted… Ji Lan shivered uncontrollably, blushing as she fell on Yan Jingyao’s body.  

Yan Jingyao kissed her ear, one hand holding Ji Lan in front, then leaned forward a bit to turn on the heater.  

Between the driver seat and passenger seat there was an air vent. Yan Jingyao aimed Ji Lan’s wet little hole at the vent, letting it blow dry.  

The soft pubic hair was brushed by the hot wind, soft and itchy. Yan Jingyao’s fingers still combed inside the hair, making it even more tingly.  

“Jingyao~”

Ji Lan was both shy and embarrassed, not knowing how Yan Jingyao could only think of these… shameful tricks.  

But Yan Jingyao was still very at ease, her fingers playing with Ji Lan’s pubic hair, shamelessly saying:  

“Helping you blow dry the water in your little hole, then change underwear.”  

As she spoke, her fingers went to probe along the slit again. Ji Lan was so scared, thinking she was about to be fucked again, before she could cry out no, suddenly there came a vibration.  

Yan Jingyao froze, then realized it was her own phone.  

All the interest was broken, she freed one hand to grab the phone, picked up and said with no good temper: “What?”  

On the other side was her bootlicker childhood friend.  

“Sister Yan, the person you asked me to watch, there’s movement.”

….

Shen Jin opened the car door, not even having time to shake off the rain on her raincoat, and bent down to get into the driver’s seat.  

She shut the door, put in the car key, and flashed the front lights twice to tell Old Zhang, the driver who brought her here, that he could leave.  

A call came to her phone.  

Shen Jin turned on the wipers while picking up the Bluetooth call.  

“Hello? Jingyao?”  

“Where are you?”  

“Queen’s Plaza, I just got in the car.”  

“Mm.” The sound of typing on a keyboard came. “Do you know the Wanbao Billiard Club that Zhang Minsheng went to?”  

“You mean the one on Licheng South Road?”  

Shen Jin adjusted the car’s air conditioning temperature and started the car.  

“That’s the one.”l

Suddenly a muffled thunder rolled, and Ji Lan beside Yan Jingyao shivered, burrowing into her arms.  

Yan Jingyao turned her head and kissed her once, left arm holding Ji Lan, right hand still typing on the laptop keyboard.  

She quickly pulled up the information on Wanbao Billiard Club.  

After browsing through fast, she said, “It feels like nothing special.”  

“Maybe it’s exactly nothing special.” Shen Jin started heading for that club. “Don’t forget, I already searched carefully the places Zhang Minsheng had been, his friend's home he often visited, his own house, his parents’ house, even the apartment he rented before he turned his mistress into his wife. I didn’t find a thing.”  

On the surface, he’s just a mediocre low-level clerk, but secretly he works part-time laundering money for some boss. The accounts he holds are the weight that keeps his life safe.  

But now, where exactly has Zhang Minsheng hidden this weight?  

Without those black accounts, it’s hard for Shen Jin to grab the tail of that old fox behind him, even though she already had an idea in her heart.  

Yan Jingyao knew this too, but she also had no way.  

“I’ve kept people watching him. No matter what, you go take a look first.”

Shen Jin gave a soft “Mm,” then asked, “What about Jinxi? Didn’t she say she checked the IP of that video spreading rumors about Wei Nan?”  

“Tch,” Yan Jingyao answered, “but what can you expect? Just some internet café abroad.”  

It was within expectations.  

Shen Jin thought for a moment, then suddenly came up with a possibility.  

“Jingyao, do you think Zhang Minsheng might really have lost the thing recording the black accounts, or maybe even forgot where he put it himself?”  

Yan Jingyao went silent.  

“If it’s really like that, then fuck, how stupid is that?”