Picking Up Fragments in PUBG

The three came out of the garage and went upstairs.

Zhao Xuan's place is even more imposing than Jiang Siming's villa, located in the affluent villa area on the west side of Pudong City.

Just by looking at Zhao Xuan's villa, Jiang Siming, who has worked as a real estate agent, can estimate at a glance that this mansion is worth no less than one hundred million.

In a prime location, with such a large plot of land, a standalone villa, private garden, plus a private parking lot—anyone who buys it makes a profit.

Coming up from the underground parking lot, they took a direct elevator to the top, revealing the interior of the villa.

Luxurious decoration, combined with the touch of foreign designers, makes Jiang Siming marvel at how Zhao Xuan enjoys life.

"At home, it's usually just my daughter and me. Occasionally, my parents come to stay for a while. Little Jiang, have a seat. I'll get you some water. I won't pour you coffee or tea; I'm afraid you won't be able to sleep later," Zhao Xuan said as she walked towards the living room. Jiang Siming sat on the sofa.

Zhao Xiaoxiao sneaked out from the washroom, whispered something in Jiang Siming's ear.

"Dad, do your best. Try to settle things with my mom tonight. If it doesn't work, it's okay to use force. I'll cover for you."

Jiang Siming listened with a bewildered look, his face darkened. He reached out and pinched this collagen-filled girl's cheek.

Zhao Xiaoxiao winced, and with her cute big eyes, she glared at Jiang Siming.

"Xiaoxiao, who let you out? After bathing, go upstairs to sleep!" Zhao Xuan scolded as she came out.

"Understood..." Once Zhao Xuan appeared, Zhao Xiaoxiao dared not act out and obediently left. Before leaving, she made a funny face at Jiang Siming.

"Didn't Xiaoxiao scare you?" Zhao Xuan smiled and handed water to Jiang Siming.

Jiang Siming took the water, smiled, and said, "No, just her thoughts are a bit unconventional."

"This child is like this, always having unique ideas. She doesn't like to play with her classmates, saying they're too childish."

"Having mature and stable thoughts is not necessarily a bad thing," Jiang Siming said against his will.

Even this girl is already thinking about incest and encouraging me to use force, yet she's considered mature and stable in her thoughts.

"Hopefully." Zhao Xuan sighed and sat down beside Jiang Siming. The two were very close, as if intentionally so.

Only then did Jiang Siming remember that Zhao Xuan's affection level for him was 90 points, and she was currently very fond of him.

"Little Jiang." Zhao Xuan suddenly called out.

"Yes, Sister Zhao?" Jiang Siming turned his head, and saw Zhao Xuan blushing, her beautiful eyes looking at him affectionately.

Although she was over thirty, her well-maintained skin was as fair and rosy as an eighteen-year-old girl's.

Zhao Xuan had peach blossom eyes; when she met someone she liked, her eyes seemed like a pool of spring water, full of affection.

Delicate and exquisite facial features carried a sense of Eastern feminine beauty. She appeared dignified and elegant, like a noble lady.

Her figure was extraordinary, with curves in all the right places, giving a sense of charm and elegance. She was stunning and unattainable.

Zhao Xuan felt a bit shy, but her strong, independent personality emboldened her to ask, "What do you think of Sister Zhao?"

"Sister Zhao is great, not only beautiful but also wealthy. Your figure is so good that any man would be enchanted by you," Jiang Siming replied.

However, Zhao Xuan's face did not show joy; instead, she continued to inquire, "And what about you? Have I enchanted you?"

Jiang Siming was stunned; he didn't expect the confession to come so quickly. "Of course, from the moment I first saw you," he said. Jiang Siming wasn't the type to be artificial.

Upon hearing this, a satisfied smile and a shy look of a woman appeared on Zhao Xuan's face.

"Little Jiang, let me be honest with you. I like you. Will you mind my age?" Zhao Xuan asked with lightly parted lips, a mix of courage and timidity.

Jiang Siming turned his body to face Zhao Xuan, and they got even closer.

From Zhao Xuan, he could smell a peach-like fragrance. Looking down her collar, Jiang Siming could see a large expanse of snow-white skin, a captivating sight.

"Sister Zhao, would you mind my younger age?" Jiang Siming asked with a smile. Unable to restrain himself, he held Zhao Xuan's wrists in his hands, feeling their smoothness.

"Of course... not..." Zhao Xuan's body trembled slightly.

Being single for thirty years, she had no idea what it felt like to hold hands with someone she loved.

"Well then, there's nothing more to say. Stop asking questions; let's just kiss," Jiang Siming said, tilting his body, and his head approached hers.

His lips pressed onto the unguarded, sensual red lips of Zhao Xuan.

Zhao Xuan, suddenly 'attacked' by Jiang Siming, stood still for a moment, but soon, she regained her senses and became passionate.

Blushing all over, Zhao Xuan seemed helpless and pitiful like a lost little lamb, allowing Jiang Siming to 'butcher' her.

Fortunately, reason gained a slight advantage. Remembering that they were still in the living room, Zhao Xuan gently pushed him away.

"Go... go to my room... I'm afraid Xiaoxiao will see..." Zhao Xuan leaned against Jiang Siming's shoulder and lazily said.

As long as she's not opposed to it, any request is acceptable.

Jiang Siming got up from the sofa, effortlessly lifting Zhao Xuan into his arms.

Feeling even more intoxicated, Zhao Xuan just relaxed in Jiang Siming's embrace without moving.

Usually disdainful of men and a powerful woman worth billions, at this moment, Zhao Xuan had no defenses against Jiang Siming. Instead, she was full of anticipation for him to take things further.

"Oh no, maybe I'm inherently a slut..." Zhao Xuan's oxygen-deprived brain thought dizzily.

But then a stubborn thought crossed her mind—Even if I'm a slut, I'll only be this man's slut. I belong to him, only to this man.

Thinking of this, Zhao Xuan climbed onto Jiang Siming's shoulder, planting gentle kisses on the prominent Adam's apple in his neck.

Driven to move faster by the burning sensations, Jiang Siming, with a few steps, went upstairs following Zhao Xuan's guidance, arriving at her bedroom.

Closing the door after entering, they quickly moved to the bed, seamlessly following the steps.

The two clung to each other like magnets, tightly entwined.

With a cry of pain, another night of loneliness passed for Jiang Siming as he once again took away the most precious thing from a woman.

From this moment on, Zhao Xuan, who had been guarding her solitude, transformed from a seemingly young woman into a truly stunning married woman.

Throughout the night, the swaying of the bed seemed to have never stopped, continuing until the moon set and the starlight dimmed. Only then did this 'battle' come to an end.

Both were covered in sweat, and Zhao Xuan was already exhausted. Jiang Siming had to carry her into the bathroom for a quick wash, almost unable to resist having another go with this 'enchantress'.

Not long after Jiang Siming returned home the next day, someone arrived at his villa in a brand-new car.

It was a blue Aston Martin DB11, with a market price of around 4 million.

Compared to Jiang Siming's Audi RS7, this car belonged to the true supercar series.

With a deep blue body and dolphin-like curves, it resembled an elf from the underwater world. Jiang Siming had no resistance to such a beautiful car.