Urban Seduction: Housewives Club

Though Song Ci couldn't make out the exact words of the murmur, Ye Fei could. In her unconscious state, Yan Ruyu had called out his name.

Combined with the intense scene earlier, even the slightest thought of it plunged Ye Fei into a whirlwind of desire.

Lost in these thoughts, the alluring figure on the bed seemed to transform into Yan Ruyu, fueling Ye Fei's impulses. He bit his tongue to regain some composure, but the fire inside him could no longer be suppressed.

Even though he knew it was unfair to Song Xuan to be thinking of another woman, Ye Fei still quietly walked to the bed, sat down, and gently pulled back the thin blanket covering her.

"Ye Fei, Ye Fei," Song Xuan murmured in her sleep, seemingly lost in a dream. Her soft calls of his name snapped Ye Fei out of his earlier thoughts, and his focus shifted entirely to the mature woman who loved him deeply. Still, he couldn't hold back any longer.

With his hands gently caressing Song Xuan's buttocks, Ye Fei spread them slightly and found that her tender folds, freshly explored the night before, were already wet. It seemed she had been having a rather vivid dream.

Since she was already prepared, Ye Fei didn't hesitate. He quickly stripped off his clothes, positioned his freshly cleaned member at her entrance, and thrust in forcefully.

"Oh…" The sudden fullness elicited a soft moan from Song Xuan, waking her from her dream. Realizing her lover was behind her, she felt a mix of pleasure and mild complaint.

"Bad husband, I'm so tired. Can we do this tomorrow?"

Ye Fei pinched a recovery pill between his fingers and brought it to her lips, smiling. "Here, take this. You'll feel energized."

Song Xuan obediently opened her mouth and swallowed the pill, immediately feeling a surge of energy coursing through her body. The itch between her legs grew more intense.

However, she didn't immediately respond to Ye Fei. Instead, she said softly, "Husband, it's okay to take this once or twice, but not too often. Especially you—you shouldn't take it at all. It could harm your body. Even though I know you have many women, we can endure for your sake."

Ye Fei was momentarily stunned, then realized she had mistaken the recovery pill for some kind of stimulant. Touched by her concern, he reached out to caress her breasts, pinching them gently as he chuckled.

"Silly girl, how could I let you take something like that? This is a recovery pill—it restores energy and has no side effects."

"Really?" Song Xuan asked, still skeptical.

Ye Fei nodded firmly, assuring her he wasn't lying.

Finally convinced, Song Xuan said something that left Ye Fei speechless: "Then why are you stopping? I'm so itchy I can't stand it!"

"You little minx, I'm going to wear you out today!" Ye Fei growled, pulling Song Xuan up and positioning her on all fours. He grabbed her hips from behind and began thrusting vigorously, reducing the dignified mayor to a moaning, writhing mess.

The next morning, Ye Fei bid the Song family farewell and set out alone. Today, he had an important task: to visit Li Canghai, the underground godfather of the capital and, conveniently, his future father-in-law.

After making promises to the Song family, Ye Fei was eager to establish his influence in the capital.

As for the safety of the three women, especially Yan Ruyu, he wasn't worried. Now that he was the Song family's only hope, the women closest to him would naturally receive the utmost protection.

Like Ye Lingtian before him, Li Canghai seemed to have grown weary of the chaos that came with power. His residence was surprisingly modest—a small villa on an unremarkable street.

As Ye Fei approached, he noticed the lack of security, which was unusual for someone of Li Canghai's stature in the capital. However, Ye Fei wasn't surprised. From what he knew of Li Ruonan, her father was a formidable martial artist.

Unless he was involved in the hidden world's conflicts, few in the secular world could threaten him.

When Ye Fei arrived, Li Canghai was still having breakfast.

Upon hearing of Ye Fei's arrival, he came out to greet him, welcoming him warmly.

Li Canghai appeared to be in his forties, towering at over six feet with a robust build. His features were unremarkable, suggesting that Li Ruonan had inherited most of her looks from her mother.

The meeting between these two underground powerhouses was surprisingly casual, like a young man visiting an ordinary elder. However, both men were inwardly unsettled.

Though Ye Fei had guessed Li Canghai was a skilled martial artist, he hadn't expected him to be this formidable.

Li Canghai's cultivation had surpassed the Xiantian level, placing him in the rare Mahayana realm of the hidden world.

This puzzled Ye Fei.

With such strength, Li Canghai could easily establish a significant sect in the hidden world. Why remain in the capital as an underground king?

Li Canghai, on the other hand, was even more shocked. He couldn't gauge Ye Fei's strength, which meant one of two things: either Ye Fei was an ordinary person, or his power far exceeded Li Canghai's own.

The first possibility was implausible, and the second was something Li Canghai was reluctant to accept. Though he admired this rising star, he wasn't ready to acknowledge that Ye Fei might surpass him.

"Please, have a seat," Li Canghai said, treating Ye Fei as an equal despite the age difference. As he gestured, he subtly sent a palm strike toward Ye Fei—not out of malice, but to test him. He still couldn't believe this young man might be stronger than him.

"Thank you," Ye Fei replied with a smile, sitting down on the sofa. The palm strike dissipated without a trace as if absorbed by an invisible force.

Li Canghai's heart skipped a beat. He now knew Ye Fei's strength was beyond his own. Sighing, he said, "Truly, heroes emerge from the young."

Yet, instead of feeling resentment, he felt a sense of relief, letting go of his earlier unease.

Ye Fei admired Li Canghai's mindset and smiled.

"There's also a saying: 'Old age brings vigor.' And the capital is indeed a place where dragons and tigers hide."

This wasn't flattery—in just two days, Ye Fei had encountered several formidable figures, including Jia Jingwen, a late-stage Xiantian expert, and now Li Canghai, a Mahayana master.

Li Canghai laughed heartily. He knew better than anyone how complex the capital was, but he didn't elaborate. Instead, he gestured to the breakfast table. "Would you care to join me?"

"No, thank you. I've already eaten," Ye Fei declined politely.

"Alright, let's talk while I eat," Li Canghai said, biting into a fried dough stick with gusto. This small gesture reminded Ye Fei of Li Ruonan—she had inherited her father's straightforward personality.

Thinking of Li Ruonan, Ye Fei ventured, "Do you live here alone?"

"There's also my daughter, but she's rarely home. I heard she started some 'Girls' Gang.' Let her have her fun," Li Canghai replied casually, treating Ye Fei like an old friend despite their recent acquaintance.

It seemed Li Canghai didn't know about his relationship with Li Ruonan. Ye Fei wasn't surprised—given her personality, she wouldn't have told her father about being forced into intimacy.

As they continued chatting, Ye Fei learned that Li Canghai had always wanted a son, but after Li Ruonan's mother passed away, he hadn't remarried out of loyalty to her memory. This gave Ye Fei further insight into his character.

Of course, their conversation remained superficial. Though Li Canghai appeared open, Ye Fei knew that reaching his position required more than just strength.

"Brother Ye, there's a gathering of leaders from nearby provinces at my headquarters later. Would you like to join?"

After their brief acquaintance, Li Canghai had already started calling Ye Fei "brother," leaving Ye Fei—who was prepared to become his son-in-law—somewhat amused.