The Beauties Help Me Become the No.1 Official-Chapter 690: The Meaning of Survival

"Daqing Country has been long forgotten, what about maids and Death Soldiers, have you time-traveled or something?"

Lin Fan laughed as he pinched Wei Manman’s voluptuous body, knowing that she must be talking about Da Xiaoshuang.

"Do you deny that they are the Death Soldiers arranged by your family to stay by your side?"

Wei Manman gazed at Lin Fan suspiciously, and he playfully pinched her nose, "My family is from the countryside. Though we’ve never starved, we haven’t indulged in luxuries. My parents are just farmers. We can’t even afford a housekeeper; given my background, I would have been a rogue without land in ancient times. How could I possibly have such things?" freewebnøvel.coɱ

"It’s impossible. The strength of those two maids of yours is top-notch. Only families with immense depth and resources could cultivate such powerful Death Soldiers. Do you realize they are one in ten thousand?"

Wei Manman stared straight into Lin Fan’s eyes and said, "Every family with a legacy will cultivate some of their own people. Some are adopted directly from orphanages, while others are carefully trained from a young age. As they grow up, they are placed in various positions based on their strengths. Both your maids, in terms of figure, appearance, and combat skills, are top-quality selections from among thousands. And you’re saying you don’t even know this?"

"Could it be that they were cultivated by a major family and placed beside me?"

Lin Fan had already speculated about the sudden appearance of Da Xiaoshuang; they must be affiliated with the same power as Xia Hongye. As for the reason they were with him, he had not yet figured it out.

"Such excellent individuals are naturally employed as Death Soldiers to protect the most important people in a family. Do you think you have the capability to be recognized by such a powerful family? Don’t you even understand how rigid social classes are?"

Wei Manman looked at Lin Fan in confusion, and he shook his head, making her all the more baffled.

"The apex of the pyramid is occupied by only a few. Even those active in the marketplace, as powerful as Zhao Chuanchun, are merely guests of a major family, placed at the forefront to draw public attention. But behind the scenes, they’re nothing but puppets, which is why the Provincial City has failed to touch Zhao Chuanchun multiple times," Wei Manman explained as she took a deep breath.

"Regarding rigid social classes and the fickle nature of wealthy merchants, before the power, money is worthless. It only takes a thought to transfer wealth. And there are only two ways to reach the top of the pyramid: either a low-class man is chosen as the high-class woman’s favored suitor, or one marries into a wealthy family to become part of it. You and Han Peipei are nowhere close; naturally, you wouldn’t be treated so importantly. And for someone like Gu Mantang, a high-level strategist, to take you as an apprentice—there probably aren’t many in Provincial City that could achieve that."

"So, who has been cultivating me from the shadows all along?"

Wei Manman’s words only thickened the fog of mystery surrounding Lin Fan. Whoever was capable of assigning a senior consultant of the National Security Bureau as his teacher and provide three capable personal maids for his protection.

"Then you might as well keep searching!"

The post-climax lethargy made Wei Manman keep her eyes closed, but suddenly she reopened them while savoring the intimate contact.

"Your... your thing... how is it... getting bigger again!"

The afterglow lingered, and they hadn’t parted; Lin Fan’s Iron Pestle was still lodged in that tight Abyss.

Right then, Wei Manman felt the Iron Pestle, which had been about to withdraw, begin to swell again, her face turning red once more.

"I’m leaving tomorrow, so of course, I’d want to play a bit longer tonight."

Lin Fan wore a naughty smile and pinched her nose, "I almost forgot to ask, how far did you and that Zhou Zhenbo go?"

"I was... only nineteen years old... How far could it go... At most hand-holding..."

Mentioning another man under such intimate circumstances caused Wei Manman’s face to redden even more.

"Didn’t he kiss your red lips like this?"

Lin Fan said with a smile, giving her a kiss on the red lips.

"No... When he tried to kiss me... I dodged... and he only got my cheek!"

Wei Manman hurriedly shook her head; she would have had a different story if her father hadn’t died suddenly.

"Just now, you said he wouldn’t let you seek revenge. So, what was the reason?"

Lin Fan moved the Iron Pestle slowly as he spoke, intensifying the soreness and numbing sensation, making Wei Manman’s breathing grow rapid.

"He didn’t say... but I can guess!"

Clutching Lin Fan’s neck, enjoying his advance, Wei Manman panted heavily, "Zhou Zhenbo’s father... works for... the mining company... He must have taken black money from Zhao Chuanchun!"

"The Zhou family of Provincial City."

Hearing this intelligence, Lin Fan couldn’t help but smile as he forcefully drove the Iron Pestle to the very end of the Abyss: "Zhao Chuanchun deserves to die, and so does anyone who takes his money and provides him protection!"

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