Chapter 43 chixci 【09.05……
During the Spring Festival that year, when Zong Chi and He Dongli were arguing the most fiercely, she took off her clothes one by one in front of him.
Zong Chi was instantly outraged, wanting to strangle her to death. He was so enraged he wanted to yell at her, "Who do you think you are? Who do you think I am? You'd rather humiliate yourself than even say a soft word to me. You can lie to me, you can coax me, but you just can't!"
He pushed her to that point, yet he never considered letting her go. He thought she would eventually soften her heart and change her mind once she calmed down.
He blocked the external communication signal in the villa. He Dongli didn't make trouble with him at all. He hid in the library that was like a miniature library and read books. When he was thirsty, he drank water and made coffee. When he was hungry, he cooked his own meals. The portion given to him was like something prepared for a dog.
At that moment, Zong Chi felt that he was the only one in jail. He couldn't hold her. At the age of thirteen or fourteen, she was already incredibly independent. She was sketching by the river alone. It was a crowded day, but Zong Chi, standing on the bridge, saw her at a glance.
The reason he decided not to go to the UK and stay in China to continue studying at No. 1 Middle School was that he was more adapted to it here.
In the end, just as things were about to fall apart, Zongchi realized he was more suited to He Dongli's world. She had raised herself well, never starving and always committed to living life to the fullest. She'd almost miss a step while walking down the stairs, consumed by a math problem. She'd also vividly recount a novel she'd just read. The heroine went on a blind date, but she heard the guy's last name was Chen, but she heard it was Cheng, who turned out to be her previous date's good friend. In the end, the heroine was determined to choose her misplaced date because the original date was too ugly...
When she gave him lectures, the tuition fees would be strictly based on the market price. If Zong Chi gave her an extra dollar, she would return it to him in change.
During the cram school break, they went to eat hot pot together, and her seat happened to be right next to the air-conditioning vent. While she was in the restroom, Zong Chi took her seat. When she returned, she discovered her seat had been swapped. She didn't say anything, but her way of thanking Zong Chi was to buy her a glass of sugarcane juice on the way home, which cost two yuan more than Lin Jiaoyu's.
During the kidnapping case, He Dongli watched over Zong Chi's entire infusion and medication process. She was afraid that he would drink alcohol during the recovery period of his wound. The only time she took the initiative to call Lin Jiaoyu, he was joking with her, so He Dongli "threatened" Lin Jiaoyu not to accompany Zong Chi for drinks, let alone urge him to drink. If someone urges others to drink and causes negligence or even death, he will bear relevant civil or criminal liability.
The night before they broke up, she had showered and was lying on her side in bed reading. On the bedside table were the titles and page numbers of the books she had read in the past few days. For several nights in a row, she had refused to let him sleep in the same bed with her. That night, Zong Chi, under the pretext of looking for something in the room, searched around and finally stood behind her at the bedside.
He Dongli didn't even turn around. Zong Chi suddenly remembered what she had said. Without the Yu Xiaohan he saw, she couldn't leave that man. She wouldn't have been able to get into No. 1 Middle School. This assumption almost destroyed all of Zong Chi's arrogance. He didn't dare to think about what would happen to him if she couldn't get into No. 1 Middle School. Or maybe, he didn't meet her until many years later, and she would already be with another man, or even married to someone else, someone else's wife...
His thoughts burned like fire. He knelt on one knee on the bed, beside her, and threw the book from her hand. He told her to stop reading, saying it hurt her eyes to lie on her side and read like that, Ah Li.
She already had a low fever at that time, but Zong Chi foolishly thought that he had persuaded her and that she had changed her mind.
He was too familiar with her body. He loved to do this when the two of them were ignorant and tentative. He used all the tricks to make her accept him, using his fingers, lips and tongue, and all the dirty words that she found thrilling.
She ground it bit by bit, and the fever was a little low, and the sound that came out was so gloomy that it was even more maddening.
She shook her head, refusing him to do this. She raised her hand, trying to turn his face away, but it landed on Zongchi's face, giving him the illusion of a caress. Her body increasingly betrayed her will, her moans coming in fits and starts. The clear sound of water in the room made it difficult to listen closely. He Dongli finally murmured, begging him, "Xiao Chi, don't do this..."
Zong Chi's last string snapped, and he went in regardless. Outside, there was the sound of pine branches being bent by the heavy snow and shaking, while inside, there was an overly tight and lingering feeling.
He felt that he would never get tired of her, and that he would never tire of the comfort and pleasure she brought him.
Until the end, Zong Chi's remaining sanity was withdrawn, and He Dongli leaned on the pillow and accused him of what he said, that if sex could solve the problem, then with his energy, they might be able to grow old together.
Zong Chi felt numb. He felt that the puddle in his hand was the final embarrassment and misery he had experienced after tying her up and dragging her for all those years.
Afterwards, he found out that she had a fever and found some antipyretics for her. He Dongli asked him dejectedly, "Don't you think I should take birth control pills at this time?"
Having shared their schedules for years, Zong Chi knew her menstrual period like the back of his hand. He claimed, "No, she won't get pregnant. Even if she does, so what? We'll just get married. Xixi, we're the right age to be parents." "I don't like children, but I'll definitely love any you give birth to. I guarantee my parents will love it even more."
He Dongli was powerless to refute him after hearing his words. The low fever tortured her to the point of tears streaming down her face. She spoke to Zong Chi with her body, "Really? Then I can't take the fever-reducing medicine anymore, Zong Chi."
It was at that moment that Zong Chi realized he was afraid. Despite all his lies, he realized nothing was more important than her. She had been with him for so many years, and he thought as long as she stayed by his side, everything else would be negotiable. In the end, she truly obeyed his words, imagining a child belonging to Zong Chi, even at the cost of her own safety. Zong Chi finally understood what he wanted.
The next day, he promised to make yellow croaker noodles for her, taking it as seriously as if it were a major exam. It was because she had a fever that Zong Chi unlocked the signal blocker again. When he contacted the family doctor, he was tracked by Lao Zong.
That day, after seeing her off, Zong Jingzhou acted as if he was going to kidnap Zong Chi and take him back to Singapore. He cooperated throughout the entire process, and even as he was getting into the car, he told Zong's men to deal with the fish in the kitchen. Dealing with it doesn't mean throwing it away; it took me forever.
Zong Jingzhou's entourage looked at Mr. Zong in embarrassment, not knowing whether to listen to Xiao Zong or not.
Zong Jingzhou sent his assistants to throw them all away as if they were garbage.
Zong Chi scolded, "Who dares!" He threatened the old man again, "You still want me to go back? Then do as I say. Otherwise, see if you can tie me up with these sweet potatoes." I said fish, and I also said people. "Deal with the fish, and don't bother her."
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He Dongli was wearing a long-sleeved pajamas, wrapped around Zong Chi's neck, with the sleeves falling all the way to her upper arms. She was almost unconscious, a kind of muscle memory that had been dormant in the past for too long, and was suddenly stimulated by some uncontrollable desires.
Zong Chi smelled the fragrance on her arm, turned his face to the side, and rubbed his stubbled chin against her.
He Dongli opened her eyes as if awakened by a start. As their eyes met, she became dazed by the tenderness and affection. It seemed that she missed the man in front of her as much as she hated him. She remembered all the good things he had done for her in the past.
Tears kept flowing out, and her whole body was like water. The low sobbing and moaning sounds had almost irritated Zong Chi to the point of being torn to pieces.
"Xixi, did you take the medicine when they sent you back that day?" He said so, but he added another finger inside.
Zong Chi felt that he had been split into two halves. The one asking questions was his rationality, and the one teasing and entangled with her was his meanness.
He wanted to hear her truth and watch her melt little by little in his hands.
He knew that she would never take chances, and she would definitely take the medicine within 72 hours. He asked her again, "When you took it, you must have hated me to death, right?"
The question sounded pitiful, but his hand was thrusting forward fiercely. Before she could frown, the instigator imitated her frown, and in an instant, the two of them even breathed in sync.
The man covered in sweat wanted to take his hands off immediately.
Zong Chi refused to budge. His face was sullen, his fingers moving forward and backward. The man, unable to bear it, suddenly sighed deeply and clenched himself, preventing him from moving. For a moment, his body curled up tightly, his lips pursed, and a sound that contradicted his clear and lucid breath escaped from his nose... Zong Chi smiled, pecked her cheek, and asked, "What are you buying at the store? Tell me."
He Dongli collapsed into a pulp, stubbornly trying to pull his hand. She was being tortured into confession, fragmented and fragmented. Unable to get an answer, she tried the same old trick again and went inside. She suddenly spoke, but she asked him back, "Why did you insist on going upstairs to answer the phone? Who is upstairs?"
Zong Chi was extremely surprised. Surprised that she actually cared about this. She cared about him going upstairs to answer the phone!? "Well, Ah Li, look back at your landlady."
Ahhh, He Dongli was so scared that he turned into a quail and hid in his arms.
When she heard Zong Chi's laughter, she realized what a pervert he was. His evil taste had reached a point that was infuriating to both humans and gods. She tried to kick him away, but Zong Chi grabbed her and pulled her into a side hug, holding her in his arms, his figure easily covering her.
Zong Chi also realized that he had gone too far just now. He was afraid of scaring her, so he touched her heartbeat and found it was beating very fast. "Even atheists are afraid of ghosts."
"You are not afraid of ghosts because you are the leader of the ghosts. You, come out!"
He held her tightly, not letting her move. "Then tell me what it is that you like about this house?"
“It’s close to the hospital.”
"Just for this? I don't believe it. This reason isn't enough for Zou Yan to guarantee you. Guaranteeing means you really like the property, but the landlord has no intention of renting it out. Zou Yan will guarantee you, and Zou Yan has a close relationship with the landlord."
"What's this to you?"
"Whatever you like and what you fancy is none of my business."
He Dongli fell silent. Zong Chi then pulled his hand away, still wet, and pulled her back. The two of them lay on the pillow together. Zong Chi guessed, "There must be a reason why you like something. The rent here is not cheap. I want to know what it is about this house that impresses you. Someone has died here."
Well, because the landlord happened to place the flowers in the same pool of running water as you that day; because I saw some news about your family group at that time, but there was not a single word about you, not even a single photo...
He Dongli felt that Zong Chi would never come back. He might have fallen in love or even gotten married. He had said that except for disclosing his marriage to the board of directors when necessary, he would not let his wife and children appear in the media in any public way.
A few nights before the house viewing, He Dongli had a nightmare. She dreamed that on the day of Zong Chi's wedding, she ran to return the money to his mother, which made Zong Chi, who was waiting for the signing of the ceremony, furious... After waking up, she reconciled with herself. If the money was destined not to be returned, then she would spend it and treat it as Zong Chi's money to buy her all the happiness he could.
Yet, when she paid the first rent, she still didn't touch the money. It was a perfect self-esteem cake, and if one piece was missing, she would never get it back.
"Zongchi,"
"explain."
"Go wash your hands."
He didn't obey and used those two fingers to support her chin, "Well, I would know even if you didn't say it."
After saying that, he hugged her in his arms, turning her back to him again, and the two of them stuck together like a spoon.
At first, He Dongli was so tightly embraced by him that she couldn't breathe, let alone sleep. However, when she tried to move away a little, he pulled her back and said in a muffled voice behind her head, "If you don't want to sleep, we can make other arrangements."
The person being held in chains had clearly been standing all day, their eyelids drooping from exhaustion. Yet, after their spirits relaxed, they felt like a dose of closure, like an ibuprofen tablet, like a prisoner let out for some fresh air in the spring...
Her mind wandered, and the person behind her embraced her, their hearts touching. He knew she was not asleep, so he quietly brought his feet closer. After a while, the soles of her feet were warmed by his feet. Zong Chi asked quietly, "In the past few years since I came back, are the winters in S City still as cold as when we were in school?"
That one sentence brought tears to He Dongli's eyes. The storm that had been flooding her mind was gradually blown away and dispersed. Perhaps it was the encircler who was being too fervent, or perhaps he was indeed a jerk, but no one could replace him. The days and nights under the blizzard were like an old calendar, its thin paper peeled back countless corners, pausing at random on a single page. That day, before sunset, she finished class and headed to the small building in Gongguan to get her materials. She had borrowed her roommate's bike, but just as she entered the inner ring road of Gongguan, the chain broke.
She was squatting there repairing the car when someone called her through the half-lowered car window, then hurriedly got out of the car and scolded her: He Dongli, you're squatting there and you've ruined all the good deeds your mother did by eating vegetarian food on the first and fifteenth days of the lunar month!
This chain is so hard to get! She didn't even ask how he got back or when he landed. The time he took to walk over was enough for her to complain.
Zong Chi pulled her blackened hand and asked her to get up, saying that if it was difficult, he would give up.
She shook her head and said that she borrowed it from a classmate.
The man who was too bothered lifted the handlebars of the bicycle with one hand, dragged it to the trunk of the car, and then pulled her in. Both of their hands were covered in motor oil.
Only then did she remember to ask him, why did you come back?
"You've let me down, how can I not come back?" Zong Chi said. At that moment, it was the blues hour, twenty minutes after sunset.
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He Dongli didn't know when she fell asleep. The bluesy Sunset Boulevard in her dream was beautiful, but the alarm clock that woke her up was also very sharp. She rarely slept so soundly. The alarm clock rang again and again until someone next to her started complaining, "Why did you set an alarm for the night?"
It wasn't nighttime anymore; it was already daybreak. He Dongli sat up and reached for the phone on the bedside table. Zong Chi was sleeping next to her, and she lost her grip on the phone and dropped it on his face.
Someone groaned, but said nothing and let her pick it off his face.
He Dongli was actually extremely sleepy. She sat on the bed, waiting for her soul to wake up with the frame-dropping and dazed feeling. Zong Chi didn't even open his eyes, but stretched out his hand and pulled her back into the warm quilt. He Dongli subconsciously refused, unable to sleep. She fell asleep as soon as she did. She had experienced the experience of taking a nap for a minute and then receiving a life-threatening call from her boss.
She was about to climb up when the person next to her couldn't hold her waist and hurriedly grabbed a handful of her hair. He Dongli was awakened by the pain, "Hair!"
He let go of her hand and sat up as well. "You still have work to do today?"
"Go check on the ward."
"Oh. Then I'll wait for you to come back." After saying this, he lay back down.
"Go back quickly." He Dongli said, standing up from the bed. She wanted to step out of the bed. Unexpectedly, Zong Chi jumped up and nimbly dragged the person standing on the bed back. He asked her, "What do you mean? I said it in vain last night, didn't I? You're starting to ignore me again."
He Dongli blushed at what he said, "I made an appointment with a colleague to go to someone's greenhouse today."
"I want to go too."
He Dongli was anxious, "You can't go, you'll be the center of attention if you go."
Zong Chi smiled and asked, "How did you take over?"
"Because you are born to be the Lord, the King of the World."
Zong Chi was fooled by her heartless slander. Thinking that today might not be peaceful, he just teased her verbally, "So when are you going to take me there?"
He Dongli's train of thought was, "What are you going to talk about when you get there?"
Zong Chi echoed her, "What do your colleagues talk about? Academic salons, Doctors Without Borders?"
"No, a wife, children, and a warm bed, that's all."
Someone looked like he was in a state of panic, his face immediately filled with worry, "Then why should I go? I don't have anything either."
He Dongli knew she was being teased when she heard his sarcastic tone. She wanted to leave immediately, but the person on the bed wouldn't let her. He dragged her hand. At first, He Dongli thought he was just pinching her hand for fun, but when she was forced to hold something, she felt that this was not the most shameful thing.
What was even more embarrassing than what was in her hand was what Zong Chi said. He wanted her to help him, and he had clearly helped her last night.
"Shut up!"
Zong Chi wouldn't let her go, using his body to coerce her and his eyes to suppress her.
"I'm going to be late."
"Well, hurry up, or it will be even later."
He Dongli's ears flushed with rage, but he refused to let go of her hand. She could sense the indignity there, and even more so, Zong Chi's torment. His voice was low, and as he spoke, her vagina jumped, in He Dongli's grip. She suddenly felt devastated. He had always given her this hard time before, and she had never once understood why.
The fact is, she herself doesn't understand herself, so how can she help him?
She gritted her teeth and helped him a few times, then pulled away, feeling tired. Just then, she looked up to say something to him. Zong Chi took over, his other hand gripping her chin, asking her to look at him. Or, to allow him to gaze intently at her face.
He Dongli was forced to sit on the edge of the bed, unable to turn her face or move her feet. She watched Zongchi's pained expression, unable to escape, her mind and body willingly confined to the spot. For a moment, the sound of his trapped animal-like breathing was both filthy and blissful.
Her scalp was tingling, and she couldn't understand how filth and bliss could be connected.
The next second, the thick filth splashed all over her face, shocking her so much that her eyes were closed and her breathing stopped. He Dongli was about to curse, but the blasphemous man came over and kissed her. He Dongli was completely mad at him. She was in a hurry and had no time to scold him. She could only order him to change and wash all the things on the bed before he left.
So, the person who hurriedly took a shower, changed clothes and was busy brushing her teeth in the morning had to temporarily give her residence to the person who stayed overnight.
When she finished brushing her teeth and put the electric toothbrush back on the wall mount, she remembered that he had changed to a replacement head toothbrush last night. She was currently brushing with the one that belonged to Zong Chi. When she was about to pull it out and replace it, she discovered the mark he had made on the brush head last night, chi.
Her original one was ci.
In the end, she couldn't bear to change it.
In the kitchen, Zong Chi got up and made two cups of coffee without even making the bed. He poured one of the cups into her own cup and stuffed the caramel crisps that Zou Yan had given her into her bag.
He prepared the supplies for her to take out and came over to hand them to her as if to invite her to take credit.
At the entrance, Zong Chi brushed her teeth as she watched He Dongli leave. She handed him the spare key, and he brushed his teeth while reminding her, "Don't drink coffee on an empty stomach."
As she spoke, small bubbles of toothpaste floated onto her face.
She hid silently for a while, and when Zong Chi's cell phone rang in the room, she officially went out to work.
After seeing off the hostess, Zong Chi went back to the bathroom and brushed his teeth and washed his face in an orderly manner. Then he returned to his room and took off the four-piece set on the bed. He sang on the phone that he had not answered all night, and it was bombarded again early in the morning. Now it was almost dead.
Before the last bar of electricity ran out, Zong Chi answered Secretary Huang's call while drinking coffee. The woman had already landed in Shanghai. She said in a tone as if reporting to her boss: Mrs. Zong took a flight last night and landed at night. I will rush over to pick her up later, and Mrs. Zhou will come with her.
Zong Chi didn't take it seriously. He asked his secretary, how much laundry detergent should be used to wash four sets of clothes and two sets of pajamas?
Secretary Huang: "Are you here?"
"I'm at my girlfriend's place."
"Oh." Secretary Huang didn't dare to say more.
Zong Chi instructed her, "Book a hotel for my mother and the Zhou family. Well, I'll upgrade your room and move in with them. Yes, don't stay in the same hotel with me. Send a car to pick me up at ten o'clock. The location is the house I told you I wanted to buy. Huang Qianqiao, the reason I'm telling you all this is because my girlfriend has a good impression of you. There's one more thing I forgot to tell you. I chose you because of her. Her father passed away, so you should understand that without her, you wouldn't be ranked high in my mother's eyes. So, come and pick me up at ten o'clock if you are still willing to continue this job. Oh, don't forget to bring me a bunch of lilies before you come."
Zong Chi hung up the phone after he finished speaking. His phone was out of battery, so he looked for a charger. This damn woman didn't know where she put the charger. Just as he was rummaging through the drawers, he opened a drawer of the dining bar next to the kitchen, and a BlackBerry phone fell out.
BlackBerry 9000.
The person who was rummaging through the drawers was stunned for a moment, then reached out and picked it up.
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The author has something to say: I didn't add any preface when I updated last night, this chapter is the official complete version.
As for the readers' feedback about the so-called repetitive plot, I'm sorry, I don't want to elaborate. I can only say that the author has to control their own rhythm when writing. When the story reaches a certain point, sometimes if the emotional expenditure of writing one chapter is too great, the next chapter may feel a bit sluggish. It's just the feeling of popular writing. Learn from this lesson, and try not to release half-written stories next time. The pacing is indeed very important.
The copywriting clearly states that the perspective is dual. The perspective of the male protagonist in this chapter is to complete the narrative. I personally think there is a difference between completing the narrative and repeating the narrative.
The male protagonist's perspective in this chapter precisely explains why the two people did not reach the final step naturally.
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