The Country's Beautiful Woman, Chapter 159: Reuniting with Yang Yanping (1) Chapter 159: Reuniting with Yang Yanping (1) On the journey, Lu Yun kept scanning the surroundings with high alertness, ever fearful that Fei Xinlan might suddenly appear and obstruct his attempt to stab Yang Yanping. This content is the textual material from Chapter 159 of "The Country's Beautiful Woman." (wwpaosu8c_- Love Pavilion -) Upon reaching Yang Yanping's office, the interior remained unchanged as always. Lu Yun directed his gaze toward the desk—on this very desk, he had once fully dominated Yang Yanping, pressing her to the ground and indulging in her passion. "Lu Yun, please sit," Yang Yanping indicated a chair beside her and reached into the drawer to pull out a cigarette, lighting it and taking a slow, steady draw. Lu Yun subtly furrowed his brow. Last time, it was precisely this smoky haze that had nearly cost him his life. Could it be that the cunning, seductive Yang Yanping was planning to repeat the same trick? Seeing Lu Yun standing there, dazed, Yang Yanping chuckled and said, "Don't worry. This time, I won't play any tricks. What I'm after is genuine mutual desire—passionate love born of shared willingness, not something forced upon me." With that, Lu Yun settled himself on the chair, reached into her long skirt, and gently caressed her smooth legs, smiling slyly. "Yang Teacher, why must you specifically choose me? There are so many other male teachers at the school—aren't there any who are even better than me?" Yang Yanping giggled. "Little darling, what do they all say about me? Tell me." Lu Yun thought—this was all your doing. What could be less pleasant than what they might say? So, clearing his throat, he said, "Actually, not much. Just that you've been involved with certain male teachers." To be safe, Lu Yun decided to take a cautious approach, offering a general statement and observing Yang Yanping's reaction. Yang Yanping still chuckled softly, her eyes narrowing into a thin line, cooing, "Won't it be that simple? Tell me, what do you all know about my romantic involvements with male teachers?" Yang Yanping seemed genuinely interested in the topic, smiling warmly at Lu Yun, eager for him to continue. Lu Yun rubbed his head, pretending to be shy and blushing slightly. "Go on, I won't hold it against you. This topic is quite good—let's just use it as an opening act," Yang Yanping urged. Heh! Since you're so eager to find out, then I'll have no further hesitation. "Right after I joined the school, I heard from my classmates that you were widely regarded as the most vibrant and lively female teacher—no one else could match you. Many male teachers were deeply attracted to you. Even if they couldn't have you, most of them would come to your room every evening to sneak a look at you while you were bathing or sleeping." Lu Yun spoke with a steady, resonant voice, each word delivered with full conviction. Yang Yanping took a satisfied draw from her cigarette, smiled gracefully. "Go on." Lu Yun licked his lips and continued, "The first romantic story I heard about you was your close relationship with Mr. Liu, the PE teacher. Mr. Liu is strong as a bull—he must surely make you feel blissful beyond compare." "Really? He looks strong and solid, yet he's a complete underdog. Every time, he gives up too soon—looks good on paper, but falls short in practice." Yang Yanping's cheeks flushed slightly, her tone carrying a quiet sense of melancholy. An unexpected discovery! Last time, it was Mr. Liu who caught Lu Yun attempting a single bar maneuver—almost snapped his arm in half. Now, it turns out he's not even up to the task on the bed. "Mr. Liu isn't up to much, then—what about Mr. Wang, who teaches physics in Grade 9? I heard he's quite impressive. I believe he's been with several Grade 9 girls." Lu Yun kept a close eye on Yang Yanping's expressions, ready to bolt at the slightest sign of discomfort. Yang Yanping nodded and smiled, saying, "He's not bad at all. Though his skills are a bit lacking, what sets him apart is his persistence—he's barely passing, I'd say." Lu Yun then mentioned several male teachers' names, to which Yang Yanping offered her assessments one by one. Lu Yun silently admired her, realizing that this lively woman had indeed taken on most of the male faculty. "Yang Teacher, have you ever been handled by the head teacher, the one with the crooked neck, the chicken?" "Well, actually..." Hearing Lu Yun's question, a sudden sense of distaste appeared on Yang Yanping's face. "He's just a classic old weirdo. When I first started teaching here, he was already making moves on me. After things got settled, I discovered he has a serious tendency toward violence—every time he's involved, he grabs and scratches me nonstop. And that stick of his? It's completely useless—soft as a ham hock, really." "The old guy acting so polished—turns out he's still a complete oddball. Lu Yun was puzzled, looking at Yang Yanping and asking, 'Since you know he's an oddball, why does Teacher Yang keep staying in a relationship with him?' 'Giggling,' sometimes when he scratches me, it's actually quite pleasant,' Yang Yanping smiled, completely at ease. 'You're an oddball too, huh!' 'Are there any male teachers at the school who really satisfy you?' Lu Yun asked. Yang Yanping sighed, 'There are, but they've all left a while back. One of the strongest men I've ever met—he used to leave me absolutely breathless every time. Unfortunately, just when things were heating up, he was transferred to a middle school in the city. So now, I can only rely on the male teachers here to settle things.' Lu Yun stepped closer, one hand gliding up the smooth thigh, the other reaching to a towering snow peak, puzzled, "Yang Teacher, why do you always seek out teachers from the school? There are so many capable, capable men outside—why not go out there?" The time when she had been bullying Liang Hongyu was caught red-handed by Yang Yanping. Lu Yun knew she couldn’t hide it anymore, so she simply chuckled and said, “Now I’m even tickling Yang Teacher’s chest—do you feel it? If it’s not still itchy, I’m going to retreat!” “The more I tickle, the more itchy it gets!” Yang Yanping twisted around, her face now flushed like fire. “Little one, your technique is so smooth—definitely an expert. Have you really been carefully trained by Tie Xinlan?” Yang Yanping suddenly dropped this remark, and Lu Yun’s hands froze mid-action, her mind racing. She giggled and replied, “How could I? Miss Tie is famously strong—the Iron Old Lady of the school. Her Iron Palm technique isn’t something to be taken lightly. With my frail frame, I’d barely dare to approach her. A single palm strike and I’d be flattened like a pancake!” …… Rural Beauty 159, Main Text 159, Re-encountering Yang Yanping (1) Updated!