After Shen Qing and the other workers finished work and went home, they checked the doors and windows before leaving the silk factory with Cheng Zhiwen.
They had a simple dinner at the restaurant before returning to the inn.
Shen Qing felt a little embarrassed when she discovered that Cheng Zhiwen was staying in the same room where she had recuperated from her injuries last time.
Especially when she saw that bed, she remembered lying on it, naked, while Cheng Zhiwen helped her apply and change the medicine.
Shen Qing felt increasingly embarrassed and secretly went to look at Cheng Zhiwen, only to see him looking completely natural, as if he had forgotten everything that had happened before.
"Sit down." Cheng Zhiwen hung her coat on the hanger, wearing only a white shirt and vest.
Shen Qing walked to the round table and sat down, looking around. When she saw the leather gun holster at his waist, she asked, "Where did you buy this gun?"
“When I was studying in the United States, I lived in an apartment building, and my neighbor was a German. I bought this gun from him.”
Cheng Zhiwen closed the suitcase, turned around and walked over, carrying a black wine bottle and two wine glasses.
Shen Qing asked with a smile, "Why do you carry a gun with you? You know that if you fire it, you'll be in trouble too."
Cheng Zhi sat down beside her, placed the wine bottle on the table, and wiped the wine glass with a white towel in her hand.
In the candlelight, he polished the transparent wine glasses until they sparkled.
He wiped with unusual focus: "There will always be a time when, even if it's troublesome, you have to fire the gun."
Shen Qing felt that there was almost no chance that a comprador like him could force him to fire a gun.
In Yongzhou, the Cheng family had connections in both the legitimate and underworld circles, and no one dared to touch the Second Young Master Cheng.
In Jiangzhou, the prefect was his good friend;
In Shanghai, he had influence in both foreign business circles and comprador circles.
Therefore, Shen Qing felt that he would have almost no chance to fire a gun on Chinese soil. On the contrary, the fact that he carried a gun with him was itself a very risky thing.
The wine opener was placed on the table. Shen Qing picked it up casually, twisted it onto the cork of the wine bottle, and pulled it out forcefully. The wine was now opened.
She took a wine glass from Cheng Zhiwen, poured half a glass of red wine into it, and twisted the bottle to prevent the wine from dripping onto the table.
He poured another glass before setting the red wine aside.
She swirled the wine in her glass to let it breathe, not in a hurry to drink it.
Cheng Zhiwen saw all of this, but was not surprised.
After all, she has already said that "to make a country strong, it is essential to have an economy, technology, and military strength." So what's so strange about her opening a bottle of red wine?
If she had any doubts before that she was not Shen Qing, Cheng Zhiwen was now 100% certain that she was not Shen Qing.
When he first discovered that she could speak English and do business, she said that her husband had taught her, which he reluctantly believed.
Later, I saw that she was quite skilled at extracting chemical solutions, translating English instruction manuals, and even opening bottles of red wine. She even blurted out the key points of a strong nation.
Cheng Zhiwen was certain that she was not Shen Qing, but she was no longer in a hurry to find out her true identity.
He found himself enjoying the process.
"Don't you think we look a bit like... you know?" she suddenly said with a smile.
"Like what?"
"A candlelight dinner!"
Shen Qing tapped the candle in the center of the table with her chin: "Candlelight!" Then she raised her glass to him, "Fine wine!"
She took a sip of red wine and smiled contentedly: "In my hometown, this is called a candlelight dinner."
Cheng Zhiwen observed her discreetly: "You said your hometown is Hangzhou?"
"Yes, that's right." Shen Qing smiled and said no more.
I'll tell him sooner or later, but not now.
Cheng Zhiwen didn't ask any more questions.
He swirled his wine glass for a moment, then clinked glasses with Shen Qing and drank it all in one gulp.
Shen Qing poured him another half glass and said with a smile, "After meeting you, I not only ate chocolate, but I also drank red wine."
If things continue like this, coffee, sanitary napkins, and cola will no longer be a problem.
Moreover, she believed that Cheng Zhiwen would probably even have a car soon.
If you want to experience a life as close to modern as possible, you should stay by Cheng Zhiwen's side and enjoy it with him.
However, this is just wishful thinking; staying by Cheng Zhiwen's side is impossible.
Even setting aside the fact that he disliked or looked down on her, he mentioned that she had her own business and the Gao family.
Hehe, in the end, it's a matter of keeping things separate.
Thinking of this, Shen Qing felt relieved and downed the red wine in one gulp.
Cheng Zhiwen poured her a drink and asked in a calm voice, "Why would you want to hire female workers? Men are stronger, so wouldn't it be more convenient for them to extract soybean fiber or operate the machines?"
"Don't you think women in this era are very pitiful?" She looked at him, her eyes glistening in the candlelight. "Because they can't go out to work, they naturally don't have any money. They can only stay at home to take care of the elderly and children. Their husbands can beat them or scold them whenever they want. Once they are kicked out, they don't even have the most basic survival skills."
"But it's always been like this, hasn't it?"
"Yes! That's right! It's always been like this!" Shen Qingyue said, becoming increasingly indignant. "But just because it's always been like this doesn't mean it can't be changed! I ask you, for a country to become strong, is it enough to rely solely on the efforts of half of its men?"
Cheng Zhiwen didn't speak, but just stared at her intently.
She stood up excitedly: "Half men and half women, if we all work together to make this country stronger, wouldn't this country have a brighter future?"
Cheng Zhiwen nodded.
"For a woman to do something for the country, doesn't she need to be educated, thoughtful, and capable?"
"Of course."
“So!” Shen Qing sat down with a smile, “I wanted to create this opportunity for women.”
Cheng Zhiwen clinked glasses with her and said calmly, "Your thinking is very progressive."
Shen Qing raised an eyebrow: "I think you're not bad either; you understand what I'm doing. But your friend, Qi Zhenheng, only tells me that women should never leave their homes. Women clearly have great potential, yet for thousands of years they've been confined to the backyard."
After she finished speaking, she tilted her head back and downed the red wine in her glass.
The empty wine glass was placed on the tablecloth. The smell of alcohol made her face burn and her head spin.
I haven't had a drink in a long time, and the aftereffects are quite strong.
But I still want to drink.
Her hand touched the bottle, but instead touched the man's dry, warm skin.
Cheng Zhiwen also placed her hand on the wine bottle.
Shen Qing instinctively withdrew his hand and gripped the wine glass again.
Cheng Zhiwen's hand also left the wine bottle, and in the blink of an eye, he took the wine glass from her hand and then held her hand.
He pulled her up, and she fell into his arms.
He looked down at her, his eyes darkening with desire: "Isn't it good to be confined to the backyard?"
Shen Qing didn't understand, and opened her mouth: "Huh?"
"I won't hit you, I won't scold you, I'll give you absolute respect and enough money to ensure you'll never have to worry about food or clothing for the rest of your life. You can have children if you want, or not if you don't, and you won't have to take care of the elderly... How about it? Do you want me to keep you in my backyard?"
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