Chapter 78 Desserts (Second Update) At this time, we really have to thank Butler Cao…

"Want to try it? I haven't used it yet, but my sister is urging me to give her feedback."

She brought it up herself, and Liang Huaixu found it hard to refuse. His voice was slightly hoarse as he asked, "How do you use it?"

Zhuang Fuyao's eyes shone brightly. She touched his burning earlobe and whispered in his ear, "Treat it as yours..."

Liang Huaixu felt his earlobe burning hotter as she touched it, as if his whole body was on fire.

At this point, we have to thank Butler Cao for his meticulous preparations. The armrest box was full of things, including special cleaning and disinfecting wipes.

After applying lipstick, Zhuang Fuyao sat against him, guiding him on how to use it.

The car windows shut out the sound of the wind, leaving only a buzzing vibration, unsteady breathing, and very soft moans.

To make it easier to operate, Zhuang Fuyao sat very far back, a posture resembling a volcano sinking into the seabed.

In no time, the casual pants were stained with water.

I don't know if it's because Liang Huaixu was here, but this experience was much better than last time. The stimulation was gradual, but it couldn't mask her incompetence, and she couldn't last long enough.

After resting for a while, I still felt like I hadn't had enough.

Zhuang Fuyao was someone who had eaten a grand meal before, and this kind of pre-meal dessert could no longer fill her stomach. Her appetite was whetted, and she tilted her head back slightly. Liang Huaixu leaned on her shoulder in tacit understanding. "Hmm? What's wrong?"

Her eyes sparkled. "I don't want to go back today."

Liang Huaixu restrainedly kissed her cheek. "Not now. It's not easy to talk to Aunt Lan."

Although he really wanted to, it was more important to make a good impression on his mother-in-law.

"Alright then," Zhuang Fuyao murmured.

She also felt that she shouldn't push her luck too much in front of Ms. Ji.

……

As soon as Zhuang Fuyao left, Liang Huaixu's eyes darkened as he recalled the phone call she had just received.

Yu Heng.

When did she and Yu Heng start contacting each other again...?

And what did she mean by saying on the phone that the style was outdated and asking me to throw it away for her?

He frowned, and just thinking about it made his heart race uncontrollably. He picked up the water glass next to him and took a big gulp of ice water.

It took a long time before I drove back.

-

When Zhuang Fuyao entered the room, Ms. Ji was still watching TV in the living room.

"Mom, you haven't gone to rest yet." She greeted her and was about to go back to her room to take a shower.

"Wait a minute," Ji Lan called out to her, "Did Liang Huaixu just bring you back?"

Zhuang Fuyao nodded hesitantly. "Yes, what's wrong?"

Ji Lan shook her head. Since it was agreed that it was a trial period, she wouldn't interfere too much in her daughter's relationship with Liang Huaixu. She was just a little worried...

She kept thinking about what she saw at the pavilion that day, and the more she thought about it, the more she felt that she couldn't be careless.

Even if it's some kind of post-traumatic stress disorder, it shouldn't be this serious.

Ji Lan said, "I went to Changting to look for him last time."

Zhuang Fuyao immediately became anxious.

Seeing her daughter's anxious and protective manner, Ji Lan was slightly speechless. "I just went to investigate, I didn't do anything else."

Zhuang Fuyao calmed down a bit, "So, did you find anything out from the investigation?"

“He has a good reputation in the company, and he doesn’t have any seductive female secretaries around him. They’re all upright people… But there’s one thing: when I was in the office, one of my assistants accidentally broke a cup and spilled water all over the floor. Liang Huaixu suddenly reacted violently and eventually had to take some medicine to calm down. When I asked him about it, he said that he hadn’t been able to see water stains much since my miscarriage, and that I might have some kind of post-traumatic stress disorder.”

Zhuang Fuyao frowned. Water stains?

But when she first arrived at Boya Bay, she accidentally broke a bowl and spilled water all over the floor, but Liang Huaixu did not show any unusual behavior.

and……

I don't know if the water stains from their intimate moments count, but if so, she just got them all over his pants.

And what about that medicine?

In the original storyline, Liang Huaixu died before he was fifty years old. However, based on the current timeline, "before fifty years old" likely refers to around forty-five years old.

The novel does not mention the specific cause of his death, only that he died in England. Liang Chaoluo was devastated and went to England for a month to handle his father's funeral arrangements.

But Liang Huaixu looked so healthy, so why did he die so young?

Is it related to this medicine?

Zhuang Fuyao was preoccupied with her thoughts. After returning to her room, she immediately called him to ask about the situation.

What Liang Huaixu said was almost identical to what Ms. Ji said; it was post-traumatic stress disorder. The medication was to calm the emotions, but he took very little of it.

She only occasionally takes one pill when she feels negative. Feeling uneasy, she asked for the name of the drug and searched for it online. She learned that the drug has a high safety profile and no major side effects. As long as the frequency is controlled, it is not addictive.

But if it's not medicine, then what is it?

Zhuang Fuyao couldn't figure it out for the time being, so she wrote it down and placed it in a position of utmost importance, determined to find an opportunity to clarify it.

-

Meanwhile, the people Su Mei sent to investigate Qingfeng Pavilion returned.

After hearing this, she smiled dismissively, "It's just a place to showcase cooking. I'll have HR recruit handsome chefs right now, I guarantee they'll be more handsome than the ones at Qingfeng Restaurant."

The man next to him said, "That's probably difficult. If someone were really that handsome, they wouldn't be a chef. The one at Qingfeng Restaurant is at most just good-looking and tall."

“What’s the big deal? Just pick someone good-looking. He can learn to cook on the spot. Let him do some simple tasks that don’t require much skill first.” Su Mei sat on his lap and hugged his neck. “Besides, if we really can’t find anyone else, I still have you.”

The man chuckled and said, "I can't do that."

“Why can’t you do it?” Su Mei looked him up and down, deliberately twisting her words, “You’re no worse than a boy in his early twenties.”

They talked about this topic late at night, and both of them were getting excited. Just as things were getting heated, the phone rang.

To prevent a repeat of the last incident, Su Mei immediately got off him. "Hey—honey?"

"Honey, I'll be home late tonight, I don't know what time it will be."

Su Mei was a little disappointed, but asked considerately, "Then you should drink less, come back early, and be careful."

"Well, I'll try to come back as soon as possible, but I'm afraid it will be difficult to drink less." Zhao Ye smiled. "I used my connections to get a big shot to introduce me to another real estate tycoon in Jiang City to discuss a business deal. If it succeeds, it will be the most profitable project this year. No matter how many Qingyuefang you open, I'll give them to you."

Su Mei said in an admiring tone, "Honey, you're amazing. Making money is important, but you can't overwork yourself. When you get home, I'll make you some hangover soup."

Zhao Ye's heart softened, "Okay."

After hanging up the phone, Su Mei remained sitting on the man's lap. "My husband will probably be home very late tonight. How about we come over?"

The man raised an eyebrow and asked her with interest, "Actually, I'm quite curious, do you really have any feelings for your husband?"

“Yes,” Su Mei said with a half-smile, “I have feelings for his money.”

The man smiled. "I feel that he has genuine feelings for you."

Su Mei paused for a moment, then scoffed, "Our relationship was purely transactional. He's ten years older than me. I was after his money, and he was after my looks and my gentle nature. Zhao Ye abandoned his first wife, with whom he had struggled from humble beginnings, for me. What kind of good person do you think he is?"

She shoved the man, "Speaking of which, none of you men are any good."

...

Zhao Ye is heading to the golf course.

Upon arriving at the destination, he first shook hands with Xiao Lin, saying, "I must thank you for helping me make this connection."

Xiao Lin: "Of course."

After exchanging pleasantries for a while, Zhao Ye asked, "Mr. Xiao, when will Mr. Liang come to pick it up?"

"I'll give him a call." Xiao Lin leisurely sipped his drink. When there were no stakes in playing ball, he was quite casual and liked to play while drunk.

"Hello? Mr. Liang..." Xiao Lin raised an eyebrow and glanced in Zhao Ye's direction. "Okay... fine."

"What did President Liang say?" Zhao Ye asked impatiently.

"He said he had something to do and couldn't come. There's nothing we can do about it; Mr. Liang is a very busy man, and we have to check his schedule when we make appointments with him." Xiao Lin shrugged and smiled, his tone slightly nonchalant.

Zhao Ye is in the flooring business and has made a decent profit over the years, but his assets are simply not enough to get into their circle.

He was able to arrange the meeting between Zhao Ye and Liang Huaixu because of his aunt's influence. Zhao Ye didn't know where he found the connection, but he managed to get his nearly seventy-year-old aunt to speak up.

Zhao Ye was somewhat disappointed, but his face was still full of a fawning smile. "It's okay, it's okay, we'll find another opportunity next time."

Even though Mr. Liang didn't come, we still have to keep this person company.

Zhao Ye, being quite tactful, said, "I brought over a few bottles of fine wine. Mr. Xiao, let's have a good time tonight."