Chapter 68: The Great Net

Enough is enough. Sister Ying stood up and said, “We siblings should get closer, spend more time together!”

“Of course, of course!” Yang Fan replied, feigning deep satisfaction.

Sister Ying continued, “That’s why I’ll treat you well. I’ll give you sixteen low-level female slaves. And in the future, if anything good comes up, you must wait for me to contact you. No matter who else asks, you mustn’t agree!”

“That goes without saying,” Yang Fan laughed.

“Good, it’s settled then. I’ll send you the female slaves. These low-level ones are worthless; there are plenty to go around.”

Yang Fan nodded vigorously—this was precisely the outcome he wanted!

He mentally contacted Ai Xiaomei, asking her to relay to Lin Ruo that she should give him a call. Soon, Lin Ruo’s call came through.

Yang Fan hung up, his expression bitter.

“Too many wives, too much trouble. Well, Sister Ying, I’ll take my leave now—remember our agreement!”

He gave Sister Ying a few firm pinches, and she waved him off with a smile.

After Yang Fan left, Sister Ying’s face darkened. Who was interfering?

As for those female slaves, she truly didn’t care. She had dozens of low-level female slaves under her command and could dispose of them as she pleased. In the Salvation Organization, low-level female slaves were less valuable than a cell phone.

But if it were maids, that would be a different story—they were organizational assets, and no one had the authority to give them away.

Yang Fan was in high spirits. Let them fight amongst themselves—the fiercer their rivalry, the more loopholes he could exploit. Even the most tightly knit organization had gaps, and Yang Fan was slipping right through them.

He could even use Sister Ying to gain greater benefits for himself; there was no rush. She was tempting him, but he was just as much using her.

These degenerates deserved their fate.

That night, he slept at home. The next day, Sister Ying truly sent over the female slaves, packaged in a high-end gift box, and even gave him a villa as his playground.

Yang Fan stopped by to have a look. The female slaves were chained, and he didn’t set them free. Would the organization abandon them just to keep such a valuable client?

Yang Fan sneered. Next, he’d show them how he could change lovers every day.

It was a perfect scheme—he was setting them up.

Over the following days, Yang Fan began to quietly move the slaves, arranging secret transfers. In truth, no one would bother monitoring them; the lives of these female slaves were worth nothing.

He happened to run into President Han and exchanged two slaves for two girls. Then, using information from Sister Ying, he got her to tell him the address of the eastern foot massage parlor and used two more slaves for another trade.

Yang Fan claimed he was simply lustful, swapping women for amusement.

Meanwhile, Huo Xinxie also played her part, altering her appearance so that former lovers could be brought into Salvation. Using these female slaves, Huo Xinxie patiently acted alongside Yang Fan, even involving the police station.

The trick wasn’t novel—just practical and direct. The most basic schemes ensnared the organization’s members time and again, as they believed Yang Fan was truly a philanderer. No wonder his past lovers were all trying to sue him.

On several occasions, he even alarmed the Liu, Qian, and Chen families. President Han had to bail him out at the police station once, paying over a million to settle things. The Liu, Qian, and Chen families just made an appearance at the police station, summoned by Yang Fan’s call, while President Han handled the real negotiations.

In truth, it was all part of a grand net. Those so-called lovers were simply Huo Xinxie changing her face again and again.

Yang Fan snorted coldly, standing in the darkness, watching the girls curled up on the floor. After so many days, they remained timid, especially the ones bought at bargain prices.

In the Salvation Organization, your auction price determined your status.

“I am their salvation and judgment,” he declared.

Half a month passed. During that time, Lin Ruo was busy as more people began taking the Body-Refining Elixir, and she had to keep a close watch.

Ai Xiaomei rarely entertained herself, only interacting with Yang Fan in the mornings over breakfast. He got tricked by her a few times, almost implicating Lin Xi...

At home, it was the same—every so often, he’d visit the office for a change, only to be caught out again. Zhao Jing remained unchanged; when they met alone, either Ai Xiaomei interrupted or Lin Ruo issued a warning.

Sometimes he had to return home late at night. Wu Qian knew Yang Fan was busy, so she diligently managed company affairs. Xia Yufei had taken two months off and stayed at the Imperial View Villa, tending to logistics while her husband worked outside.

The company operated as usual; everyone was busy, as everything was just beginning and they advanced through trial and error. Everyone was extremely dedicated.

Yang Fan was busy as well, spending every day with Huo Xinxie, preparing a vast net for Salvation.

Once more, they met in the couple’s suite at the Huanjiang Club. Neither felt awkward anymore.

They truly seemed like lovers—non-lovers who acted like lovers.

Huo Xinxie’s appearance had changed for the third time.

“Boss, after this is over, can I take a month off?”

“Our duties don’t allow for rest.”

“I haven’t even touched my wife in two weeks—barely spoken to her. How about ten days off?”

“No leave allowed. Must remain on standby!” Huo Xinxie replied.

“Boss, don’t make me file a complaint against you!”

“Go ahead. Besides, aren’t you always touching me? We sleep together every night. Who knows where your hands go when I’m asleep?”

“That hardly counts as touching—I’m speechless!” Yang Fan didn’t want to argue.

“Then tell me, what counts as touching?” Huo Xinxie traced her fingers lightly over him.

“Please, have some decency,” Yang Fan said, annoyed.

“We’re already like this—what decency is there left? Besides, haven’t you told everyone you’ve played with Huo Xinxie?”

“Boss, please behave yourself! Tomorrow’s the auction for second-grade goods. I’ll set out at noon.”

“Don’t change the subject! How am I not behaving?”

“Seriously, don’t tempt me!” Yang Fan complained, frustrated. He wondered if Huo Xinxie had mastered every trick in the book, as her skill at seduction had soared.

“We haven’t played with the wooden post yet—shall we try it now?”

Yang Fan grabbed her and said, “Stop tempting me, settle down, let’s just sleep.”

Huo Xinxie was anything but settled, wriggling in his arms.

“If you keep moving, I’ll have to punish you!”

Yang Fan felt his whole body go numb.

“Why can’t I go tomorrow?”

“Who knows? Maybe it’s inconvenient since you’re a woman.”

“How will you go then?”

“It’s fine. Someone will pick me up.” Yang Fan stroked Huo Xinxie, making her stop.

“You won’t be in any danger alone?”

“No. Don’t worry.”

After a while, Huo Xinxie grew feverish all over...