Zhao Ning nodded: "This brother Ying has wild ideas and is not bound by red tape. He is really a wonderful person!"

Li Caimei couldn't help but smile: "It's understandable that he has wild ideas, but in the final analysis, he is still a money-grubbing, sophisticated and smooth businessman!"

"oh?"

Zhao Ning was a little surprised at her conclusion.

Li Caimei flipped open the book in her hand and said, "Just like the stories in this book, although they are interesting, there are also many stories about down-and-out literati being favored by beautiful fairies. No wonder those literati are so enthusiastic about them. The stories are quite exciting, but such behavior really tarnishes his talent."

When talking about these topics of interest, she seemed to open her heart, and with a beaming smile on her face, she seemed to have turned back into that quirky girl.

Zhao Ning couldn't help but smile. She had also read these books and thought the stories were good and that they were a great way to make money, but she didn't expect there were so many tricks involved.

She smiled and said, "Brother Ying must be in a difficult situation and had no choice but to do this. In fact, Brother Ying's mind and ambition are far beyond the word 'businessman'!"

"You're protecting him!"

Li Caimei snorted softly: "I don't care about her so-called ambitions. I just think she has a lot of little tricks. If a woman marries her, she will be fooled and confused, and end up losing everything!"

Zhao Ning couldn't help but laugh and asked, "How do you know that?"

Li Caimei raised her eyebrows and pointed at the words on the book: "Literature carries the message. What kind of writing he can do reflects what kind of person he is!"

"That makes a lot of sense!"

Zhao Ning nodded in agreement, but a mischievous smile flashed in his eyes. He took out a stack of papers from his arms and said, "Today, I am honored to witness the birth of a masterpiece at the literary gathering. Why don't you help me see what kind of person can write this poem!"

"Um!"

Li Caimei took it, spread the poem flat on the desk, and read it carefully in the bright candlelight. Soon, she gave all her joy, anger, sorrow and happiness to the characters in the story.

After reading it, her eyes became much gentler: "It is indeed a masterpiece that will be remembered for all time!"

Zhao Ning asked: "What kind of person do you think the author of this famous piece is?"

Li Caimei thought about it and said seriously: "He must be a one in a million infatuated man."

"Sure?"

"Sure!"

Zhao Ning finally couldn't help but let out a smile: "In fact, the one who composed this song, The Peacock Flies Southeast, was also Brother Ying!"

Li Caimei: “???”

…

late at night.

Deer House.

"Can you change your ears into fox ears?"

"Master, are you tired of my cat ears so quickly?"

"What the hell are you talking about? Just change if I tell you to!"

"Okay, 嘤嘤嘤..."

After a burst of sobbing, the cat ears turned into fox ears.

Soon there were bursts of heavy breathing sounds, but the breathing stopped before ten breaths.

“It’s boring!”

Wei Teng put on his clothes, stood up, opened the window, and looked at the waxing moon outside the window irritably.

When he first got this cat girl, he could enjoy extreme pleasure every time.

By absorbing the pure demonic energy from the cat girl's belly, he would not feel tired even if he indulged himself in lust, and he was having a great time from day to night every day.

But he didn't know why, ever since he came back from the literary gathering, he could no longer find that feeling.

The cat girl was still very beautiful, her eyes were still enchanting, and her body was extremely flexible, but he just felt annoyed, and the image of Hua Chao playing the piano always popped up in his mind.

In fact, he had had some not-so-simple thoughts about Hua Chao before.

It is even said that many noble young men in Jiangcheng have had special feelings for Hua Chao.

Putting aside her outstanding appearance, her gentle and intellectual temperament alone is enough to make a group of men unable to control themselves.

After all, Hua Chao’s great reputation is not entirely due to Luo Yan.

It’s a pity that you can only look at it but not eat it.

After all, Luo Yan was the prime minister, and he protected his daughter very well. Although many young men had pursued Hua Chao, none of them dared to force her.

Wei Teng, in particular, did not dare to act rashly.

After all... Luo Yante's mother is his uncle.

He had suppressed this thought, after all... even if Hua Chao was still pretty, she would not have many years left of beauty at this age. But he never expected that after returning from this literary gathering, that thought would spread again at an extremely terrifying speed.

What is going on here?

It was obvious that the literary gathering was just for fun.

Wei Teng shook his head and prepared to go downstairs.

"Owner……"

Catwoman on the bed whimpered and cried out with tears in her eyes.

Wei Teng stopped and asked irritably, "What's wrong?"

Catwoman said pitifully, "Did I not serve you well?"

She spoke cautiously, as if she was worried about being punished for this.

“It’s none of your business!”

Wei Teng waved his hand impatiently: "I'll go downstairs, you go to sleep first!"

Catwoman said softly: "I, I'll wait for the master to come back!"

Wei Teng spat, "No need! If I come back, I'll wake you up!"

Catwoman: “…”

Wei Teng was cursing something, no one knew what he was saying. He buttoned up his clothes hastily and went downstairs in a hurry.

Catwoman looked in the direction he left. Her original pitiful expression had disappeared, and a hint of mockery appeared at the corners of her mouth.

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