Chapter 125: A Combined Thrill of Sea, Land, and Air

After purchasing a few changes of clothes at a twenty-four-hour mall, Wang Zheng drove to Liao Tong's home. He took a shower and changed, feeling much more comfortable.

The sound of the shower splashing in the bathroom made Wang Zheng recall the scene by the river earlier. It had certainly been thrilling, perhaps even a bit excessive. He wondered whose car that had been and if it had been insured.

Wang Zheng had observed all of Liao Tong’s reactions to what had just occurred. From the moment the car flew into the river, the expression on her face—ranging from shock to eventual frenzy—revealed her inner desire for stimulation. One could interpret this outward display of desire as a way for Liao Tong to entice Wang Zheng, or perhaps as her true nature, but nothing was certain. The only thing Wang Zheng knew for sure was that Liao Tong truly enjoyed the process.

Was a normal woman not a bit too calm when faced with such excitement?

Sitting in the living room, Wang Zheng looked around Liao Tong's apartment. It was as plain and unremarkable as any other woman’s room, showing no signs of anything unusual. He stood up and walked to a nearby bookshelf, which was filled with a variety of books: politics, economics, geography, journalism, and more.

Wang Zheng casually pulled out an atlas and flipped through a few pages, but those few pages made him sense something different. On the left side of the atlas was a map of Jinghua City; on the right were hand-drawn diagrams, complete with coordinates, newly constructed buildings, and details that could not have been more thorough. Such hand-drawn maps were certainly not something a television host could produce. Wang Zheng had studied this, so he was intimately familiar with it. To an average person, these were just maps, nothing to be surprised about. But in Wang Zheng’s eyes, they contained far too many secrets.

Just as he was about to continue flipping through, the sound of the shower stopped. Wang Zheng quickly returned the book to its original position and sat back on the sofa.

"Don't you plan to go home? Be careful, or Little Xue will find out!" Liao Tong said as she walked out of the bathroom, looking at Wang Zheng in the living room.

"It's just past midnight; it's still way too early!" Wang Zheng replied, shaking his head. "I was just thinking about what other exciting things we could do. Come help me think." The moment he saw Liao Tong just now, a brilliant plan had surfaced in his mind. Perhaps he should give it a try.

Liao Tong walked over and sat down beside Wang Zheng, leaning half of her body against his shoulder, looking quite pleased.

"Today’s excitement was enough; my body is completely exhausted!" Liao Tong said weakly, though the seductive tone of her voice betrayed her enjoyment and pleasure in such thrills.

Wang Zheng chuckled inwardly. Women are emotional creatures; no matter what kind of woman she is—even a spy—she has emotions. And where there are emotions, there are weaknesses. That made her all the easier for Wang Zheng to conquer.

Women are sensitive and trust their feelings. As long as he provided those sensations, her heart would gradually change in subtle ways. What Wang Zheng needed to do now was make Liao Tong feel that only he could bring her this level of stimulation and pleasure, making her deeply addicted to the sensation until she lost herself... Of course, that depended on Wang Zheng's own capabilities.

"Do you know the observation deck at the Financial Center?" Wang Zheng asked, pulling Liao Tong closer. "Three hundred meters in the air. The floor beneath your feet is made of transparent material. Stand on it, look down, and you see people walking like ants. You feel as if you are standing in mid-air, terrified that you might fall. Have you ever been?"

"I hosted a program there once, so I have been. Looking down through the transparent floor, my legs went weak, and I instinctively wanted to grab onto something," Liao Tong recalled the scene, remembering her legs trembling; it had been truly terrifying. At this moment, she suddenly froze. Wang Zheng suggesting this place couldn't mean…!

"You... you don't mean up there...!"

"Don't you think it's a great idea?" Wang Zheng smiled at her. "We've challenged the sea and the land; why not try the final one? The feeling of making love in the sky? Or perhaps I could find a plane, and we could go skydiving with one parachute, and then... I can't hold back!"

Watching the man beside her, who seemed eager to jump into action, Liao Tong couldn't help but swallow hard. Even though she loved thrills and intensity, this way of seeking them sounded death-defying! The sea and land adventures had happened without her full awareness, but this time, knowing what was coming, she couldn't help but tremble.

"Let's go, right now!" Wang Zheng stood up abruptly and declared.

"Wait, wait!" Liao Tong hurriedly grabbed his hand. For her, today's intensity was enough; if she kept going, she might truly expire at the peak!

"Darling!" Liao Tong stood up, wrapping her arms tightly around Wang Zheng, clinging to him like a vine to stop him. "Today is enough; I have no strength left. Besides, the Financial Center's observation deck closes after ten at night...!"

"That’s not a problem. I will make that place ours for the night. Imagine looking up at countless stars, and looking down at countless streetlights and flowing traffic; you will definitely fall in love with that feeling," Wang Zheng said.

"But I have work tomorrow!"

"It doesn't matter; I'll have Chu Zihua give you a few days off!" With that, Wang Zheng ignored Liao Tong’s pleading look, swept her into his arms, and headed for the door.

Excitement and intensity—I will give you enough to last a lifetime!

Excitement and intensity can sometimes be like masochism; once accustomed to it, the person slowly begins to enjoy the feeling, even reaching the point of obsession. Once the peaks of excitement are reached, life without it becomes dull and loses its meaning.

It’s like drug addiction; once hooked, it’s hard to quit. If you deny them, they feel life is worse than death! An addict will give up everything for a fix. In fact, as long as one is addicted, it is the same for anything.

Wang Zheng was a man of his word. He drove toward the destination, making a phone call along the way. By the time he and Liao Tong arrived at the Financial Center, everything had been arranged for him.

They took the private elevator to the observation deck. The Financial Center’s deck was divided into two sections: on the left was an observation restaurant where visitors could enjoy gourmet food while overlooking the scenery of Jinghua City. On the right was the public observation hall, and a small area outside was the transparent, all-around observation platform Wang Zheng had mentioned.

The restaurant was already set with a variety of delicacies; one could say the entire floor had been prepared just for them.

"You... how did you manage this?" Liao Tong asked curiously.

"In this world, any problem that can be solved with money is not a problem. Who knows, maybe this Financial Center will be mine tomorrow," Wang Zheng said with a smile. With his diamonds, buying the center wasn't an issue.

Ignoring Liao Tong’s complex expression, Wang Zheng took her hand and led her to the platform. He stood to the side and looked down at the transparent floor. Through the glass, the streetlights and the cars driving on the highway were clearly visible. Above were twinkling stars, and below were shining, flowing lights. During the day, standing there made you feel like you were floating, which was manageable. But at night, standing there felt like you were over a bottomless abyss.

"Come on," Wang Zheng took the first step, holding Liao Tong’s hand tightly. Even though she had been here once before, faced with this scene, she could only grab onto him.

No, she wrapped herself around him tightly.

"Tell me, what do you think would happen if this glass shattered?" Wang Zheng asked with a smile, his hands beginning to move slowly over her body. Since Liao Tong had just come from the bathroom, she was still wearing a bathrobe. Wang Zheng gently pulled the ribbon at her waist, and the robe fell to the floor, leaving Liao Tong’s naked body exposed to the three-hundred-meter drop.

For Liao Tong, this was a case of not knowing until you try, and once you do, your legs go weak! Despite having been here once before, the stark difference between day and night was enough to make her forget everything else.

Without Wang Zheng having to initiate, Liao Tong clung to him. It was hard to imagine that someone who had just survived a car crashing into a