Chapter 121 It's not like men become straight after thirty...
Fu Ci couldn't stand his wife staring at him with her big, watery eyes.
He lowered his head and gently pecked her red lips.
Just once?
Tang Mingli opened her slightly closed eyes, wanting to confirm whether Fu Ci was just going to give her a quick kiss or was playing hard to get.
Now, she's sure.
Fu Ci was definitely not playing hard to get.
Just now they were being all lovey-dovey, saying there was still plenty of time to do something else.
Is this something else, not what she thought?
The next second, Fu Ci gave his answer.
"Come on, I'll take you to see the workshop."
Realizing she had misunderstood, Tang Mingli bit her lower lip to keep herself from laughing out loud.
Before going to the workshop, Tang Mingli had some doubts about why she should participate, but after walking around, those doubts completely disappeared.
Fu Ci not only wanted her to see the starting point of his career, but also wanted her to show off in front of his employees.
Everywhere we went, we could hear employees whispering behind us: "Finally, we saw the boss's wife!" "The boss's wife is indeed very beautiful!" "The boss and the boss's wife are such a perfect match!"
Fu Ci's lips curled up in a wide smile, clearly pleased by the compliments.
Tang Mingli, however, sensed something different.
In this workshop, there seems to be a sense that 'though she is no longer in the martial arts world, her legend lives on.'
After touring the workshop, Tang Mingli couldn't help but say, "Your employees seem to know me."
Fu Ci squeezed her fair palm and simply said, "You are my wife, and the owner of this factory."
Tang Mingli understood the meaning behind his words and couldn't help but curl the corners of her lips into a smile.
She wasn't actually the type to want a partner who was good at sweet talk; on the contrary, she preferred a simple and peaceful life.
However, knowing that you've been subtly taken to heart and talked about by Fu Ci still makes your heart feel sweet.
When they returned to Fu Ci's residence, it was already past nine o'clock in the evening.
After a long day of travel, Tang Mingli was exhausted. She started yawning as soon as she came out of the bathroom after taking a shower.
Seeing Fu Ci sitting at his desk reading documents, she couldn't help but admire his boundless energy.
She really needed to rest, so she said to Fu Ci, "I'm going to sleep now."
Fu Ci looked up and saw his wife had changed into loose pajamas; his eyes darkened.
"Okay, I'll be there in a bit."
Tang Mingli didn't take these words to heart. She went into the room, lay down on the bed, and fell asleep within seconds.
Despite how much she can sleep, she is actually a little picky about beds. Apart from her usual bed and hotel beds, she has a bit of trouble falling asleep in other beds.
However, perhaps because this bed was slept on by Fu Ci, it had his scent, and the mattress was also soft and comfortable, so Tang Mingli was not affected.
In a daze, my back suddenly felt very hot, like an electric blanket had been turned on.
Tang Mingli was so hot that she subconsciously lifted the corner of the blanket, but even so, it was still very hot.
Not only her back, but also her neck, felt hot and itchy, as if something was gnawing at her.
bite?
Tang Mingli realized something was wrong, and in a daze, she raised her hand to touch it, and sure enough, she touched a round head.
"What time is it?" Tang Mingli asked hoarsely.
Fu Ci, who was behind her, told her, "It should be 9:30."
Is it only 9:30?
She thought she had already taken a nap.
"Don't you still have to work?" Tang Mingli still refused to open her eyes.
Fu Ci chuckled softly, "Those jobs aren't urgent."
As he spoke, he kissed her neck again.
Su Su felt itchy, and Tang Mingli instinctively tried to dodge.
"It's so itchy."
As her sleepiness subsided, she finally opened her eyes, only to be met with Fu Ci's aggressive gaze.
After so many years of marriage, how could she not understand what that look meant?
"you……"
He only managed to utter one word before his mouth was silenced.
Fu Ci was very patient, gently rubbing her lips together, gradually dismantling her resistance.
As she gradually regained consciousness, the hand that was gently holding her began to wander, entering the area that was covered by her clothes.
...
When emotions ran high, Tang Mingli realized a problem.
"We don't have that..."
This is Fu Ci's house where he lives alone, so it would be strange if there was anything there.
However, Fu Ci said, "I brought it."
He said this with some regret, realizing he should have taken it out earlier.
Fortunately, it doesn't have any impact.
Fu Ci had to stop, get out of bed, open his suitcase, and take out a large box of living supplies.
When Tang Mingli saw the amount, her face flushed red with embarrassment. She cursed inwardly, thinking that this man was indeed up to no good.
But at this point, she was relieved that he didn't have any ill intentions; otherwise, being able to see but not touch would have made her uneasy and unable to sleep soundly.
The brief pause did not diminish the beauty of the scene; on the contrary, it seemed to make it even more exciting.
It's like someone who's already 80% drunk is suddenly given a glass of ice water, and then they experience it with only 50% sobriety.
Since it was the factory dormitory, Tang Mingli was worried that its soundproofing was not as good as her home, so she naturally did not dare to be too unrestrained. Whenever she could not control herself, she would forcefully purse her lips. Later, when this trick did not work, she changed to biting Fu Ci's shoulder.
Unexpectedly, this only provoked Fu Ci further, making him even more ruthless.
"...No, don't do this."
Tang Mingli could only gasp for breath and beg for mercy.
Fortunately, Fu Ci listened to advice and immediately restrained himself.
Tang Mingli was able to catch her breath.
A gentle impact is like a pebble thrown into a calm lake; even the smallest ripple can create waves.
Tang Mingli couldn't help but marvel once again at how good the bed and mattress were.
It won't make a creaking sound like in TV dramas.
Hearing his wife still praising the bed and mattress at this moment, Fu Ci didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
He told her in a hoarse voice, "I picked it on purpose."
After saying that, he seemed dissatisfied that she could still be distracted, and then he launched a surprise attack on her.
Tang Mingli groaned, and after a few seconds of recovering, she was able to ask him, "Why?"
Sleeping alone is actually manageable.
Fu Ci replied, "You will come eventually, so I have to prepare for the future."
Whether it was because of these words or because Fu Ci no longer restrained himself, Tang Mingli's cheeks burned.
This man was thinking about these things when he was choosing a bed and mattress.
But, how should I put it, his foresight was quite correct.
“Mingli…bite down,” Fu Ci suddenly demanded in a low voice.
Tang Mingli did as she was told.
The sunny day suddenly turned into a violent storm, accompanied by thunder and electric fans, sweeping in like a tidal wave.
...
The next day, when Tang Mingli opened her eyes again, the sun was shining brightly outside.
Fu Ci wasn't in the room. The door was ajar, and it was quiet outside; it didn't sound like anyone was there.
She stretched lazily before picking up her watch from the bedside table and glancing at the time.
It's already 10 o'clock; Fu Ci should be working.
It was still early before lunch, so she decided to stay in bed until Fu Ci returned.
She made the decision with a clear conscience, since her back was still aching.
Isn't it said that men's lives decline drastically after thirty? By the traditional Chinese age reckoning, Fu Ci is thirty this year, but he's still the same as when he was twenty-five or twenty-six.
If this trend continues, I'm afraid that in a few years, she won't be able to keep up physically.
Thinking about their ages, Tang Mingli felt a little heavy-hearted.
At this age, it's definitely a good time to have a child.
I don't know if this trip to Hong Kong will be worthwhile.
Having expectations inevitably leads to the fear of disappointment, and Tang Mingli dislikes this kind of excessive worry.
To stop thinking about it, she changed her mind and decided to get up.
After quickly washing up and changing her clothes, she went downstairs.
The teacher said that the factory was not large, and even compared with the large factories of decades later, the environment was not good.
But in the early 1980s, it was considered pretty good, at least it was an apartment building.
Keep in mind that at that time, even in the city, many people still lived in tiled houses.
She looked around with her head held high, trying to guess where Fu Ci's office was.
Just then, a little girl with two braids ran towards Tang Mingli carrying a stack of cloth. As she got closer, she called out in a clear voice, "Boss lady."
Tang Mingli was slightly startled, and quickly turned around, smiling and nodding at her: "Hello."
The little girl seemed very happy with her response, her eyes crinkling into slits as she smiled and continued running forward, still clutching the cloth.
Perhaps in high spirits, she skipped and hopped as she ran, her two thick braids swaying back and forth.
Seeing such a vibrant and energetic appearance put Tang Mingli in a great mood.
With no one around, Tang Mingli imitated the little girl, hopping a few steps before stopping, covering her mouth and laughing.
She thought no one would know, but little did she know that this scene was witnessed by Fu Ci, who was standing by the window taking a deep breath.
Looking at his lively wife, Fu Ci couldn't help but smile.
The two subordinates waiting for him to make a decision in the office exchanged glances, both wondering why their boss, who had just been frowning, was suddenly in such a good mood.
Have they come up with a solution?
Because of their comfort, a batch of clothes was made in the wrong size, and the customer requested a plus size, which they made.
This error was only discovered this morning when the customer's people came to inspect the goods.
Several people in charge were terrified and immediately reported to their boss.
This mistake is so basic, and its impact could be significant or minor. It's not just a matter of wasting materials and labor; what's more worrying is whether the goods can be delivered on time.
So when the boss found out, he was furious; it was a side of him they had never seen before.
The two were so frightened they dared not breathe, their heads buzzing as if they had crashed, unable to think of any solution.
However, at this moment, the boss smiled.
After such an incident, the boss was only angry for a few minutes, and even laughed?
After the two breathed a sigh of relief, they couldn't help but admire the boss's composure.
Seeing him smile, someone finally dared to speak up: "Boss, what should we do about this?"
Fu Ci's gaze remained fixed on the window until his wife's figure disappeared around another corner before he turned around.
Back in his seat, his mood was completely different from before.
He told the two of them, "Let's figure out a way to get this batch of goods out, even if it means working overtime."
"What about those that have already been produced?"
"It's temporarily stored in the warehouse."
The boss had already made his decision, and the two readily agreed.
Although the problem has been solved, those who are responsible for the mistake still need to be held accountable.
The two admitted their mistake and said they would accept any punishment from the factory.
Fu Ci looked at the two of them.
This incident certainly served as a wake-up call for them.
Punishment is necessary; otherwise, lessons will not be learned.
But he needs to think about how to punish him and how to make the punishment meaningful.
After instructing his two subordinates on what to do, Fu Ci got up and left the office.
The direction my wife was looking just now was the cafeteria; she must be hungry.
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