Costume Competition

Seeing that he seemed to be lost in thought, Su Xiaorou asked him, "Zhiyuan, what are you thinking about?"

"Oh, I wasn't thinking about anything," Zhou Zhiyuan replied absentmindedly.

For some reason, even though he was at Su Xiaorou's house, he kept thinking about Ye Wanqing.

To ease the awkwardness, he suggested, "Let's turn on the radio and listen to a program."

Su Xiaorou then picked up the radio, turned it on, and they began listening to the evening news, "Tonight at 8:30."

The sky gradually darkened.

When they had almost finished eating, Zhou Zhiyuan got up to say goodbye. "It's getting late, Xiaorou, I should go."

As soon as he turned around, Su Xiaorou hugged his waist.

He could clearly feel her hot body pressed against his back.

His body suddenly trembled violently.

"Zhiyuan, don't go, stay with me, okay?"

Su Xiaorou pressed her body against his back, feeling his broad back and savoring the man's tenderness.

Zhou Zhiyuan was completely taken aback by Su Xiaorou's actions and was so frightened that he reached out and pried her hands off.

"Su Xiaorou, don't do this. You're my brother's wife. This isn't right for us."

Upon seeing this, Su Xiaorou's tears fell like a broken pearl necklace.

"Zhiyuan, Old Zhang is dead. These past years have been so hard for me. Please stay and keep me company."

Zhou Zhiyuan knew, of course, what staying with her meant.

There's always gossip around a widow's door.

He also knew her feelings for him; if he stayed, anything could happen...

"I'm sorry, Xiaorou. I've always thought of you as my sister-in-law. I took care of you because I respected you. I'm very sorry if I've caused you to misunderstand."

After saying that, Zhou Zhiyuan left without lingering.

"Zhiyuan..."

Su Xiaorou was furious when she saw him leave like that.

Why is Zhou Zhiyuan still so cold even though she was so proactive just now?

Does Zhou Zhiyuan not like her?

But he had treated her so well before, even better than he had treated his fiancée, Ye Wanqing. She had always thought he liked her.

Are these all just illusions?

Or is it because Zhou Zhiyuan looks down on her because she's been married before? After all, he's a university professor...

Just then, she heard an advertisement on the radio: "Welcome to Shanghai Daily News: Shanghai Pearl Garment Factory is about to hold a clothing design competition. The champion will receive a prize of 5,000 yuan and will be hired as the chief designer..."

Su Xiaorou's eyes lit up instantly when she saw the news about the competition.

She considered herself a person with great taste, and she also loved fashion design. She had originally thought that if she could get Ye Wanqing's university admission letter, she could go to university to study fashion design. Who would have thought that she would become a saleswoman at the supply and marketing cooperative?

Although the job of a sales clerk at the supply and marketing cooperative was very stable, she was restless and unwilling to spend her whole life selling things.

She was also eager to join the competition, lining up to see who would participate.

Once she wins the championship and becomes the chief designer, she refuses to believe that Zhou Zhiyuan won't look at her with new respect...

When Ye Wanqing got home that evening, she felt exhausted after a busy day.

After finishing her meal, her gaze fell on the cardboard box that Xiao Heng had given her.

She was curious: What was inside?

"Gao Yu, open that cardboard box. Let's see what's inside."

"Okay, sister."

Gao Yu stepped forward, opened the cardboard box, and found another cardboard box inside. Inside was—a color television!

"Holy crap, sis, it's a TV, and a color one at that."

In those days, even black and white televisions were rare, but Xiao Heng gave her a color television!

This Xiao Heng is quite generous.

Alright, since it's a gift delivered to my door, there's no reason not to accept it.

"There are still wires in the cardboard box, sister. I'll go install the antenna so we can watch TV."

After saying that, Gao Yu went to install the antenna with great excitement.

Soon, after the antenna was installed, I turned on the TV, and it was showing "Huo Yuanjia".

"The Great Wall will never fall, the Yellow River flows on and on..."

The familiar melody of Poon Bai's song filled the air, igniting a surge of excitement.

Gao Yu and Wang Qiaoyun watched with great interest. Ye Wanqing, after all, had transmigrated from a post-apocalyptic interstellar world and had seen all sorts of good TV dramas, so she wasn't interested in this at all.

She wants to take a relaxing bath, listen to some music, and drink some red wine.

"Look, I'm going to take a shower."

Ye Wanqing took a bottle of 1982 red wine and a wine glass from the wine cabinet and walked towards the bathroom.

She was soaking in the bathtub, feeling really comfortable.

In the bathroom, there was a radio playing the popular 1980s song "Tian Mi Mi".

Ye Wanqing was soaking in the bath, drinking red wine, and listening to music in the big villa. She suddenly felt that this was the life a leading lady should live.

Just then, Ye Wanqing's pager went off on the coffee table in the living room.

Gao Yu was watching TV when he heard the noise. He picked it up and saw a string of numbers written on it: 530.

The pronunciation of this phrase is similar to "I miss you".

Who is calling the older sister?

"You still say 'I miss you,' how shameless!" Gao Yu suddenly felt a strange pang of jealousy.

He glanced at the preset number behind him, then looked towards the bathroom, and a smirk appeared on his lips.

"Mom, I'm going out for a bit."

Gao Yu found a phone booth and dialed the number on the pager.

At this moment, in the general manager's office of Juli Machinery Factory in Beijing.

Xiao Heng was sitting in his boss's chair, looking at the flashing neon lights outside.

He held the silk scarf in his hand, occasionally bringing it to his nose to smell it.

For some reason, he found the aroma extremely irresistible.

Just then, the assistant came over to remind him, "Mr. Xiao, it's time to leave work. The old lady wants you to go home early today; she says there's a family dinner."

"Wait a minute, I'm waiting for an important phone call."

Xiao Heng glanced at his watch; almost half an hour had passed since the pager message was sent.

I wonder if she'll call?

Thinking back to that day, right here in this office, the ambiguous relationship between the two of them, his heart surged with emotion.

For some reason, he always felt that he and Ye Wanqing had known each other in a past life.

The feeling was strange, like a pair of bickering lovers.

Just then, the phone on my desk rang.

He quickly answered the phone, "Mr. Ye, have you received the television?"

Upon hearing this, Gao Yu knew it was Xiao Heng and replied, "Received, President Ye, she's taking a shower."

"Take a bath? Who are you?"

Xiao Heng frowned. It was a man's voice. He even knew she was taking a shower. Could they be in a very intimate relationship?

"Who I am doesn't matter. All you need to know is that we live together. I can relay anything you need to her."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Heng's face turned ashen. Could it be that this woman was living with a man?

Thinking of this, he angrily hung up the phone.

He looked at the silk scarf in his hand and angrily threw it directly into the trash can.