Chapter 155 Seeking Advice: "Wife... I'll teach you."...

"Item Three: According to the pricing basis, an impairment provision of RMB 2.38 million should have been made for the long-term equity investment, but Company A failed to do so." The pen scribbled across several lines of key information, and a deep, pleasant male voice sounded in her ear, "Therefore, there is a risk of overvaluation."

"Where did this 2.38 million yuan come from?" Her mind was scattered, and he only half-listened to her words.

The person solving the problem was more attentive than the one seeking help. He Ming paused, quickly circled three numbers in the material, then wrote a formula on the draft paper and asked, "Do you understand this?"

"I see... I understand now."

But in reality, Zhu Liushuang didn't absorb a single word.

At this moment, what occupied her mind was not some difficult auditing problem, but the arm around her waist. From the very beginning of the questioning, He Ming's hot, large hand had been firmly wrapped around her.

He was incredibly good at multitasking; while patiently explaining the problem to her, his left fingertips casually hooked the ribbon on the side of her skirt, circling and playing with it.

"Now that you understand, let's look at item four... Honey, can employee compensation be deferred to the next year for recognition?"

"No...no." He pulled the strap tighter and tighter, Zhu Liushuang's mind a jumble of thoughts. She simply turned and placed the workbook face down on the desk. "I've figured this out completely, you don't need to teach me anymore...Honey...go back to work!"

"You really understand?" He suddenly leaned closer to her, his eyes, hidden behind his glasses, clearly smiling. "How about I help you review the key points about judging the risk of material misstatement?"

The air was filled with a refreshing fragrance, and that handsome, refined face loomed larger and larger before her eyes, forcefully controlling the rhythm of her heartbeat.

“Wife…” She didn’t respond, so the man leaned in closer again.

"Hmm—I've learned enough for today. I want... I want to do something else." His nose brushed against hers, and Zhu Liushuang nervously closed her eyes.

"What...do you want to do?"

Her trembling eyelids snapped open. With a determined heart, she boldly raised her hand and gently removed his frameless glasses from his nose, her breath sweet as orchids as she whispered, "For example, kissing you..."

The next second, her lips, as delicate as cicada wings, scattered a fragrant scent across his high, straight nose.

The man froze, his hand holding the ballpoint pen suspended in mid-air, his breath catching in his throat.

The fragrance was so close, flowing into his shifting eyes. Surprise spread from his brows to the corners of his eyes. He Ming said nothing, but simply placed the pen on the table without making a sound, and then wrapped his arms tightly around her waist.

But the smile on her lips couldn't be hidden.

He closed his eyes, letting her soft lips dance across his face. Her movements were clumsy, yet her kiss was earnest.

He silently counted her fluctuating breaths, a fire igniting beneath him, slowly scorching his flesh and blood.

The kisses gradually stopped, but he was still not satisfied. He suddenly opened his eyes, and a misty fog filled his eyes.

"Why did you stop, wife?" The voice was lower and hoarser than usual.

Zhu Liushuang was sweating profusely from her nose, and her cheeks were as red as a begonia: "I...I won't..." She became more and more embarrassed as she spoke, her voice barely audible.

As soon as she finished speaking, she felt her body lighten and the world spin before her eyes. When she regained her senses, she found herself firmly on He Ming's lap.

With a "whoosh," the man pushed off with his foot, and the swivel chair spun around with him.

The sudden turn made Zhu Liushuang gasp. She instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face in his chest.

"Thump, thump, thump..." The man's heart was pounding like thunder, making her eardrums vibrate.

"Whoosh—" Another gust of wind swept past her ears as he slid across the floor in her arms.

His burning voice also fell with the wind.

"Wife... I'll teach you."

She tilted her head back, gazing intently into those star-like eyes, where she saw a surge of desire.

Zhu Liushuang didn't know if she was a good student, but He Ming was definitely a very patient and good teacher.

He taught her to kiss his lips, to kiss his eyelashes, and then guided her to explore his sensitive, reddened earlobes...

He wasn't afraid of her clumsiness and awkwardness, so he personally demonstrated and patiently guided her, trying to teach her all the skills and abilities.

Those whispered words, so suggestive they made her blush and her heart race, still echoed in her ears, constantly assaulting her fragile eardrums.

Her rationality crumbled, and she mimicked his manner, responding haltingly, searching for countless new possibilities in the vast world.

until--

She instinctively seized his breath, and the man holding her could no longer maintain his composure.

He gasped and pulled her tightly into his arms.

"Honey, do you prefer the study or..."

He Ming's hoarse voice still held a trace of restraint, and Zhu Liushuang hurriedly responded, "Bedroom... bedroom."

"Okay—" The disheveled man immediately picked her up and walked quickly toward the door.

The study is just a few steps from the bedroom.

But Zhu Liushuang felt as if an eternity had passed.

He walked and kissed her as he lowered his head, his breath heavy as if it were filled with lead.

Then, the arm supporting her tilted slightly, and with a twist, she sank into the soft sheets.

The bedroom was filled with sleep-inducing incense, and the overhead light was adjusted to the softest, warmest yellow.

The atmosphere was perfectly set.

So good that she could cast aside all reserve and shyness, letting herself indulge in unrestrained pleasure with him.

His fingertips were like ink-dipped brushes, freely wielding them on silken satin to outline a distant and serene landscape.

And she is precisely the most vivid and colorful stroke in this painting.

The sky was high and the land was vast, and her hunched back resembled the outline of distant mountains.

The flowing water resembled the reflection of the stones in her breasts.

As the clouds drifted by, their heartbeats synchronized with each passionate embrace.

...

Suddenly, a teasing breeze brushed past her ear, and the man propped his head up and asked her, "Wife... do you want me to review the key points about the risk of material misstatement again?"

You really know how to bring up the most sensitive topic!

The man, who was extremely depressed last night, now had the leisure to tease her after gaining experience.

Zhu Liu glared at him and refused, "No, I don't want to study..."

"Wait, let me see if you've remembered the points I just taught you." He leaned down and buried his face in her neck, chuckling softly. "There's a reward for correct answers."

"What reward?" she couldn't help but ask.

He Ming's smile deepened, and he whispered close to her cheek, "The reward is..."

The river meandered beneath her, and she struggled to calm herself so she could hear his words clearly.

He said...if she answers all the questions correctly, she will conduct "substantive procedures" on him for the rest of the night until...sufficient and appropriate "audit evidence" is obtained.

This is hardly a reward!

This is clearly just his filthy nonsense.

But she, by some strange twist of fate, understood...

Zhu Liushuang blushed and bit her lip as she glanced at him.

"Why aren't you saying anything?" The man's phoenix eyes narrowed, like a cunning fox. "If you don't speak, I'll take that as a yes."

"You—scoundrel—" Zhu Liushuang glared at him for a long time before finally managing to utter two words.

"I only do this with my wife..." He decided to be shameless and quickened his pace, asking her, "What are the main aspects of the risk of material misstatement in financial statements?"

Zhu Liushuang had no interest in recalling the past; she blinked her watery eyes and gazed at him.

"Wife..." he persisted.

"The timing of the compilation and disclosure of the financial statements is incorrect..." Zhu Liushuang uttered a sentence intermittently.

He pecked her lips and said, "Hmm, and there's more..."

“Management…management fraud risk,” Zhu Liushuang said weakly, “audit risk.”

“My wife is amazing…” The man’s stubble-covered chin brushed against her lips, “Continue…”

...

Zhu Liushuang couldn't remember exactly how many she answered correctly, but she did remember that later that night, he helped her fulfill the so-called reward.

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Spring came earlier than usual that year. By the time the tender yellow forsythia in the roadside flowerbeds were unfurling their petals, Gu Chunling's foot injury had almost healed. She chose a Sunday, taking advantage of her daughter and son-in-law's day off, and hurriedly packed her bags to return to Donghu Community.

Since that day, Zhu Liushuang's desire to buy her mother an apartment with an elevator has become increasingly strong.

With the real estate market in a slump, housing prices in Gucheng have fallen again and again, and the bank's LPR has also dropped to a historical low, making it an excellent time for those with genuine housing needs to buy a home.

Zhu Liushuang calculated her savings over the years and dragged Tian Xingyu to look at houses in the surrounding area every week. After much deliberation, they finally chose a newly built community two kilometers away from Chunhua Lane.

Although the house is a second-hand property, the decoration is simple and there are almost no signs of it having been lived in. Most importantly, because the owner is moving to Haishi and is in a hurry to sell, the price is very affordable.

Once she had made up her mind, Zhu Liushuang told He Ming the news.

The two were watching TV in the living room when she mysteriously held her phone up to him.

The man looked up in confusion, and when he caught sight of the property information on his phone screen, his expression froze: "What's this?"

Zhu Liushuang said excitedly, "I plan to buy this apartment. Although it's only 60 square meters, the location is good and the surrounding amenities are complete..."

She was talking animatedly, completely unaware of the man beside her secretly clenching his right fist.

"Honey... what do you think of it?"

“This neighborhood is quite new, and the infrastructure is good, but the apartments are too small.” He Ming subtly observed her expression.

"Actually, it's not small at all; it's enough for one person!"

"Living alone... are you thinking of moving out?" the man said half-jokingly, but his heartstrings were involuntarily tightening.

Zhu Liushuang chuckled: "What are you thinking? The house is for my mom..."

Upon hearing this, He Ming breathed a sigh of relief.

Concern can cloud judgment, and he hadn't considered this aspect.

"Has it been decided?"

“Yes, it comes fully furnished,” Zhu Liushuang said confidently. “The owner is in a hurry to sell, at 8,000 yuan per square meter. That means I only need to pay a 15% down payment, and the rest can be covered by a housing provident fund loan…”

Thinking about her words, He Ming suddenly interrupted, "Wife, you're wrong. The down payment should be no less than 25%..."

"Huh?" Zhu Liushuang was taken aback, staring blankly at him, as if she hadn't quite come to her senses yet.

He Ming put his arm around her waist and said slowly, "You are married now. I own a house, so... whether it's your down payment or your housing provident fund loan, it will be calculated according to the standards for a second home."

"Ugh... what am I going to do?" She had always thought that as long as she didn't own a house, buying a house would qualify her as a first-time buyer. Little did she know that because of a marriage certificate, she would lose the benefits of being a first-time homebuyer.

He Ming was amused by her scrunched-up face and patted the back of her head, saying, "So my wife has always thought she was still single?"

"No..." Zhu Liushuang really didn't have time to joke with him right now. She only had 100,000 yuan in savings, which wasn't enough for a down payment if she considered it as a second home.

"It's alright... I'll make up the rest." The man said calmly, "Since I'm the one who caused you to lose the first-home purchase benefit, then I should make up for the extra money. What do you think?"

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Author's note: [Sprinkling flowers] Happy Mid-Autumn Festival!