Chapter 36 He's a normal man too

Immediately afterwards, a man's slightly helpless voice came in.

"The pan-fried buns are sold out, and there are only two bowls of wontons left. I'll give you..." Before Zhao Wenchang could finish speaking, the women in the house erupted in anger.

"Don't come in!"

The voice was filled with extreme fear and shame.

Zhao Wenchang's foot froze in mid-air as he stepped through the door. Before he could react, a blinding white shadow darted from beside the suitcase onto the bed and quickly rolled itself up in the blanket.

Its movements were as fast as a startled rabbit.

Zhao Wenchang stood frozen in place for a full three seconds.

He slowly closed the door and locked it behind him.

The crisp sound of the latch locking was exceptionally clear in the quiet room, and it even made the thing under the covers tremble.

He strode slowly to the bedside and placed the still-steaming plastic bowl on the bedside table.

Then, his gaze slowly drifted down.

Inside the open suitcase, several women's undergarments lay scattered, clearly unworn. Looking at the bulging, curled-up "silkworm" on the bed, Zhao Wenchang's lips involuntarily curled into a smile.

He raised an eyebrow, leaned against the edge of the bed, and stared at the bundle of blankets with a bright, mocking look in his deep eyes.

"What?" His deep voice was low and tinged with amusement. "Is this... a surprise for me?"

The person inside the blanket didn't move, as if they were playing dead.

Zhao Wenchang wasn't annoyed. He stretched out his long, slender fingers, pinched a corner of the quilt, and gently pulled it down.

"Ouch!" Jiang Wanqiu cried out in surprise, clutching the blanket tightly, but the difference in strength between men and women was too great, and her strength was no match for it.

The blanket was easily pulled off by one corner, revealing her smooth, rounded shoulders, her rosy cheeks flushed from the hot water, and her almond-shaped eyes misty with moisture.

She was both embarrassed and angry, her face flushed red as if it were about to bleed, and glared at him: "No! You've misunderstood! It's not like that!"

Zhao Wenchang looked at her leisurely, but his grip on her hand didn't loosen: "Oh? What kind is that?"

"I...I forgot to bring a change of clothes after I took a shower..." Jiang Wanqiu's voice grew softer and softer.

Before she could finish speaking, a large hand with calloused skin suddenly grabbed her chin, forcing her to raise her head and meet the man's deep eyes.

“I think,” Zhao Wenchang’s fingertips gently caressed her smooth skin, his tone carrying a dangerous undertone, “you’re bolder than I thought. Running around naked in the house without even drawing the curtains, who are you trying to impress?”

curtain?

Jiang Wanqiu subconsciously turned her head to look, and then she realized that the large window was indeed wide open, and the sky outside was not completely dark yet, and the shadows of the buildings opposite were clearly visible.

She panicked, but still tried to sound tough: "This...this is the third floor! Who could see anything?"

"snort."

Zhao Wenchang let out a cold snort, released her, and stood up.

He strode to the window, and with a flick of his arm, the heavy, dark green curtains were pulled shut, instantly darkening the room.

The sudden darkness made Jiang Wanqiu flinch. She hugged the blanket and finally admitted her mistake, muttering softly, "...I know, I'll be more careful next time."

As soon as he finished speaking, the mattress suddenly sank down.

Zhao Wenchang climbed back onto the bed, his tall figure looming over her, trapping her between him and the headboard.

"There will be a next time?" His deep voice was right next to her ear, his warm breath brushing against her earlobe, making her shiver uncontrollably.

"Looks like I'll have to teach you a lesson today."

The room's soundproofing was really poor. Just when the ambiguous atmosphere was getting thicker and thicker, a suppressed and urgent sound suddenly came from the next room, enough to make anyone blush.

Jiang Wanqiu's face burned even hotter, as if she had found a lifeline, and she tried to change the subject: "The neighbors... the neighbors are really outrageous, and this is in broad daylight..."

Little did she know, Zhao Wenchang chuckled softly, whispered something in her ear that made her lose her mind.

“We,” he paused, biting her earlobe, “aren’t we the same?”

The man's hands-on "education" left Jiang Wanqiu completely bewildered.

Last time I got drunk, I was so confused that only vague fragments remained. But this time, all the sensations were so real, so intense, as if they were being etched into my very bones.

Just as she was about to lose control, a large, hot hand suddenly covered her mouth.

In the darkness, all she could see were the man's incredibly bright eyes and the smug, wicked smile on his lips.

"Shh...be quiet."

Jiang Wanqiu finally realized what was happening, and feeling extremely ashamed and indignant, she reached out and pounded the man's chest repeatedly, sobbing and saying no more.

This commotion lasted until midnight.

When everything calmed down, Jiang Wanqiu was so exhausted that she couldn't even move a finger and collapsed limply on the bed.

Zhao Wenchang acted as if nothing had happened. He got up, took the cold wontons downstairs to have a waiter heat them up, and when he came back, he held her in his arms and fed her spoonful by spoonful.

Jiang Wanqiu was seething with anger. Her sister's wedding was the day after tomorrow, and today had been wasted! She had to hurry up and buy clothes and other things tomorrow.

As if reading her mind, Zhao Wenchang fed her while speaking slowly, his tone full of innocence: "This is not my fault. Who was it that flirted with me all the way from the train and then did this to me at the hotel? If I could still hold back, I would truly be a modern-day Liu Xiahui. I am a normal man too."

Jiang Wanqiu turned her face away, deciding to ignore the other person.

The next day, just as dawn was breaking, Jiang Wanqiu woke up.

The moment she opened her eyes, she jumped out of bed and rummaged through her suitcase at lightning speed to find clothes. She quickly dressed herself, giving the man beside her no chance to take advantage of her.

But as soon as her feet touched the ground, her calves suddenly went weak, and she uncontrollably knelt forward.

"careful!"

A strong arm reached out from behind, just in time to grab her waist and pull her back.

Jiang Wanqiu turned around and saw that Zhao Wenchang had already woken up. He was lying on the bed with his upper body bare, a pillow under his chest, and looking at her with his head turned to the side.

The morning light peeked through the gaps in the curtains, outlining his broad back and smooth muscle lines; his superior latissimus dorsi muscles were simply captivating.

"So early? Why not sleep a little longer?" His voice was still hoarse from just waking up, which was particularly alluring.

“No,” Jiang Wanqiu shook off his hand and steadied herself. “The place we’re going to today is only open for short periods, and it will close if we go too late.”

She gave a vague explanation.

That clothing counter was actually set up privately by some well-connected people in Shanghai. It specialized in selling "trendy goods" imported from overseas. To avoid inspection, it only operated secretly for a short time in the morning when there were fewer people.

The two quickly washed up and went out.

Jiang Wanqiu led Zhao Wenchang through several alleyways, familiar with the area, until they arrived at a state-owned department store. This was a place she and her sister Jiang Wanxia used to frequent.

She didn't linger on the first floor, but led him straight to the second floor to a suit section with a "Haute Couture" sign.

Several sales clerks wearing Dacron shirts were chatting idly by the counter. When they saw someone arrive, they just lazily raised their eyelids.

Jiang Wanqiu walked up to a sales clerk whose face she recognized most and politely asked, "Comrade, have you received any new stock recently?"

The sales clerk, who had been looking impatient, took a closer look and recognized Jiang Wanqiu, a hint of surprise flashing across her face.

She had certainly heard about the downfall of the Jiang family and knew that the young lady had been sent down to the countryside.

Her sudden return must be to seek refuge with her sister who has climbed the social ladder.

How much money could someone whose home has been ransacked have?

The sales clerk's gaze lingered on Jiang Wanqiu almost imperceptibly; the shirt she was wearing was an old model from several months ago.

Looking at the man next to her, although he was tall and handsome, which caught her eye, his worn-out Zhongshan suit looked shabby.

The initial enthusiasm in her heart vanished instantly, her lips curled down, and she slowly hummed a sentence through her nose:

No new stock.

After speaking, she looked them up and down, making no attempt to hide the contempt and dismissive tone in her voice:

Even if they did, you wouldn't be able to afford them. I suggest you look elsewhere.