Chapter 69 I Love You
The same place, the same old feelings. The private room's window shone with a dazzling view of the White Swan Lake. Both of them were absorbed in it, yet not a single mention of the past occurred. Ping Mei didn't bring it up, and he certainly wouldn't. They talked for a long time about Yunnan and Ping Mei's father. Shi Zhenglin mostly listened, taking care of her meals, and then basically let her lead the conversation. "How old is your child?" Ping Mei asked. "Just turned five." "Is your wife a full-time job?" He pushed the soup bowl aside. "We separated. She went abroad, and the child had some issues that needed care. I resigned and plan to stay with her for a year to help her adjust." He felt free to share family matters with her, so he took the opportunity to steer the conversation to the heart of the matter. Ping Mei's eyes lit up with familiar concern. "You resigned, and your boss took action, hiring a headhunter to contact me. I thought you were being foolish, but I didn't expect this to be the reason." He gave a wry smile. "I understand." She raised her wine glass and clinked it with his. "Would you consider Boss Yang asking you?" he asked. "You have the final say. Let me hear your suggestions." The waiter brought dessert, something she always ordered. He pushed the egg white almond tea toward her. "I wouldn't dare offer suggestions in front of Sister Pingmei. Let me tell you about my situation at Xingtan." Speaking of reporting, he was truly humble and frank in front of her. He recounted a very long and honest account of the situation, covering everything from the development of Xingtan's corporate culture and philosophy, its overall strategic layout, Yang Chengkai's style, preparations for its IPO and its mid- to long-term development plans after the listing, to the fundamentals of human resources, finances, and materials, covering the team, pipeline development, market, and the current state of its overseas expansion plans. He also revealed the core issues that needed to be addressed in this position in the coming period. He basically poured out everything. "Let's talk about Yang Chengkai." He took a sip of his wine. "He's goal-oriented, tenacious, and daring. He also has advantages in resources and background. At fifty, he's still in his prime, and he can be a bit impatient. But what's more rare is his ability to delegate authority. He's very wise in this regard, giving respect and space. He's more involved in R&D and marketing, while relying entirely on professional managers for everything else. I've spent so much time with him, and I can truly respect him as my boss. It's normal for him to have some stress reactions after my departure." He knew that whether his philosophy aligned with his boss's and whether he could delegate authority were key considerations for Ping Mei. "You've laid the groundwork well. A new hire would save you a lot of worry. You're doing the work, and the newcomer is reaping the rewards. You'll be at a disadvantage." Ping Mei clinked glasses with him. "If Sister Ping Mei takes over, there's no need to worry about the transition. I'll do my best to assist you during the transition. I'll be needed in the future..."
Old place, old feelings, the view of Baietan River outside the private room window was brilliant, both of them were immersed in it but did not mention a single old thing.
If Ping Mei didn't mention it, he would not mention it either.
The two chatted for a long time about Yunnan and Pingmei's father. Shi Zhenglin mostly listened, took care of her meals, and then basically let her lead the conversation.
"How old is your child?" Ping Mei asked.
"Just turned five."
"Is your wife a full-time job holder?"
He pushed the soup bowl aside. "We separated. She went abroad, and the child had some problems that needed to be taken care of. I resigned and planned to stay with her for a year to help her adjust."
He could talk to her about family matters without any scruples, and he took the opportunity to lead the topic to the point.
Ping Mei's eyes were filled with familiar concern. "You submitted your resignation, and your boss took action. He hired a headhunter to come to me. I was wondering if you were confused, but I didn't expect this to be the reason."
He gave a wry smile.
"I understand." She raised her red wine glass and clinked it with his.
"Would you consider it if Boss Yang asked you to?" he asked.
"You have the final say. Let me hear your suggestions."
The waiter brought the dessert, which she always ordered in the past.
He pushed the protein almond tea in front of her and said, "I dare not make any suggestions in front of Sister Pingmei. Let me report to you about my situation in Xingtan."
Speaking of reporting, he was really humble and frank in front of her, and he told her the real situation for a very long time, from the establishment of Xingtan's corporate culture concept, the overall strategic layout, Yang Chengkai's style, to the preparations for listing and the medium- and long-term development plan after listing, and then to the fundamentals of human resources, finance and materials, involving the team, pipeline research and development, market, the current status of overseas layout, etc., including the core issues that need to be solved in this position in the future. He basically poured out everything.
"Let's talk about Yang Chengkai." He took a sip of his wine. "He has clear goals, is tenacious, and dares to think and work hard. He also has advantages in resources and background. He's still in his prime at fifty, so he can be a bit impatient. But what's more rare is his ability to delegate authority. He's very wise in this area, giving respect and space. In terms of business, he's more involved in R&D and marketing, but relies entirely on professional managers for everything else. I've spent so much time with him, and I can truly respect him as my boss. His stress reactions after my departure are normal."
He knew that whether his ideas were in line with those of the boss and whether he should delegate power were the core considerations for Ping Mei.
"You've laid the groundwork well. If you have a newcomer, you'll have less worries. You've done the work, and the newcomer will reap the fruits. You'll be at a disadvantage." Ping Mei clinked glasses with him.
"If Sister Ping Mei takes over, there's no need to worry about the transition. I'll do my best to assist you during the transition. If you need my help in the future, just let me know."
Ping Mei looked at him with a gentle smile, the sociability she had when she first arrived gone from her eyes. She had once hated that family, but she had never disliked that bright child. Now he was a stable, responsible man, so different from the other man in his family, she sighed.
In fact, she had already let it go.
"A headhunter came to Yunnan to find me. She inspired me to consider it. I asked you out because I really wanted to understand Xingtan's situation and also to pay attention to your situation." She said frankly.
"What kind of headhunter can move Sister Ping Mei?" He took another sip of wine, a different thought flashed across his eyes, and his mind was thinking about the price Long Weihe paid for going to Yunnan.
"A very special headhunter."
The headhunter in question had just picked up Qian Duoduo from Lin Yao's house and received a call from him as soon as he walked in. He had just separated from Ping Mei and got in the car.
"it's over?"
"Um."
"drive?"
"Home."
"Is it troublesome to have dinner with Yang Chengkai?"
"It's a little troublesome. He called Chen Yuantuo during dinner and arranged to play basketball this Saturday. I guess you can't get away. I can't refuse either. Both bosses are key customers that I need to maintain."
"You're in big trouble."
"What's wrong?"
"Once you're in that game, it's a long-term one. You've forgotten the body you were in last time playing. Playing against them requires a lot of mental and physical effort. I'm afraid you'll get tired."
"My job is all about connections, no matter how hard it is. I'll know my limits, so don't worry too much."
She asked Qian Duoduo to stay in the living room and went to her room.
He didn't say anything else, and she waited for him to speak.
"Why don't you ask me about my meeting with Pingmei?" he asked.
She could imagine that he was going in the direction he wanted, so she cooperated and asked, "What's going on?"
"Ping Mei should reply to you soon. Be prepared for her to meet with Yang Chengkai."
He waited for her positive reaction, she should be happy.
She couldn't respond to his positive words.
The deeper their relationship developed, the more conflicted she became. She wanted to help him escape quickly, as she always had, but she couldn't imagine the loneliness he'd feel leaving his job. She knew he must be heartbroken to give up his career. At this point, the tension between the two became even more intense.
"Why don't you speak?" he asked.
"Maybe I'm tired."
"I'm going back home first and will come to see you later. Wait for me."
"It's too late. Have a good rest. Wait until tomorrow or the weekend."
"I can't wait."
Her face flushed, and she glanced at Qian Duoduo, who was still jumping around in the living room. "Let's go later. Duoduo hasn't slept yet."
He needs to be late too.
When he got home, Shi Shi was still awake. To make up for not being with her for a few days, he played with her until late at night as she requested. After she fell asleep, he went to wash and take a shower. He told Aunt Xu that he was going out and told her not to worry about him.
Aunt Xu found it strange to see him going out late at night wearing a formal shirt.
He probably planned not to come back tomorrow morning and go straight to work at the company.
It was almost twelve o'clock when we arrived at her basement garage.
He sent a message in the car saying that he was here and asked if Duoduo was asleep.
She replied, "Come up."
These three words gave him a warm feeling.
When he arrived at her door, it was already open and someone was standing two or three steps away waiting for him.
She was wearing a pure white silk housecoat with a partial floral print and long sleeves and trousers. Her face was clean and smooth, her lips slightly red, and her long, slightly curly hair was scattered on one side. The top button below her collar was undone, and the slightly loose collar allowed the thin straps of her ice-gray bra to be seen, along with her collarbone. He could smell her faint fragrance.
She must have prepared for him.
He went forward to hug her, but she avoided him and whispered, "Come in."
"Duoduo fell asleep?"
He followed and confirmed softly.
"Um."
She didn't know where to stand, so she stood in the middle of the living room.
"Why didn't you react to Pingmei's matter? Are you unhappy?" He approached.
She lowered her eyes and said nothing.
He personally built bridges for others, but when they were built, his own career path was blocked. She would do her best to get things done, but if she had to be asked if she was happy, she wouldn't be happy, even if Pingmei started working at Xingtan tomorrow.
"What's wrong? Huh?"
"You will..."
He instantly reached out a hand to hold her head, and the unexpected kiss covered up everything she couldn't say.
He could see the distress and worry in her eyes. He could jump into the abyss just to get something like distress, not caring about fame or gain, or considering gains and losses.
It was a very tender kiss, he kissed her lips tenderly.
The scent of him, which she had recognized the night she touched him in Shangri-La, was what made her throb. Her heart swelled and contracted between numbness and soreness, and she fell dizzily into physical desire.
She was good at giving. When he pressed her tightly against her, her body responded positively to his request. Her hand stroked upwards from his shoulder blade, her fingertips inserted into the hair on the back of his head from behind his ear, then left and came back to his ear, repeatedly, stroking with some force.
Such lingering feelings burned his soul.
He pulled the buttons of her clothes loose, and put his hands inside her clothes, exploring the smoothness of her skin from her waist, kneading the flesh inch by inch along her spine, moving his lips to her upturned chin, and then to her neck. He bit the shoulder strap, loosening it, and kissed her collarbone and shoulders that were now exposed.
He kissed and pushed her to find the room.
A dim yellow floor lamp was already lit in the room for him.
Before he pushed her onto the bed and took off all her clothes, she closed her eyes, and her mind was filled with the light that he had swept in with his car in the dark night.
After taking off her clothes, he buried himself in her exposed softness.
She clenched as he held her in his palm and her mouth. He sensed her nervousness and climbed up to kiss her lips and face, whispering passionate words into her ear, "...very beautiful...mm...Long Weihe...I love you..." He leaned down again and held her mouth, freeing one hand to grasp one of hers and knead it, soothing her to relax. His other hand moved down from the other side, directly to the sensitive center, his hot palm covering and caressing it.
Sucking sounds, panting sounds, and long strokings. He stood up, one hand hurriedly unbuttoning his shirt, while the other hand refused to leave the wetness.
She opened her eyes and looked at him. He was unbuttoning his shirt with one hand, his hand was quick and shaking. She leaned over and kissed him. As their lips were lingering, she helped him unbutton the last two buttons of his shirt.
Until he lay naked on top of her, kissed her all over, and touched her firmly, intentionally or unintentionally, she realized that she and this man had been completely honest with each other. She wanted to take a good look at him, and falling from mutual hatred to madness into such an intimate love with him seemed like a dream, unreal.
She pinched his chin with her hand, asking him to come up. He responded and pressed his lips against hers. She avoided him and just held his chin to fix his face in front of her, pausing and staring at him, panting.
His desire to control the rhythm was curbed by her. He kissed her eyes that were staring at him and asked gently, "...What's wrong?...Do you feel uncomfortable? Did it hurt you?"
He was afraid that she would be uncomfortable if he pressed her down, so he picked her up and let her sit on him, hugging each other, facing each other.
She hesitated and shook her head, just staring at him. One hand touched his face, stroking from his prominent brow to the bridge of his nose and then to his chin. Her fingertips touched the hardness of his features, like crossing a series of mountain peaks. He was indeed very handsome. The sharpness in his eyes that she had feared was now gone, replaced by tenderness and love. So this was how she liked him.
Such appreciative gaze and caressing excited him, and he kissed her and pressed her down again.
He entered, and she made a sound. It was a very low voice, so she could control it, worried that the little person next door would wake up.
He greedily asked for more, picked her up, and increased the force of the impact. He bit her earlobe and said sweet words with a trembling voice, "...Call my name, okay... hm?...Call me... give it to me, okay?"
He needed her voice.
The suppressed tide was broken and released by him. She hooked her arms around his neck tightly, her face flushed, and whispered in his ear to satisfy him, "...Shi Zhenglin...I love you...Shi Zhenglin..."
This sweet talk seemed to change his life, to make him submit to hers. He controlled his already inflated physical needs, and explored the strength she needed and the posture she liked through her moans and body reactions. He wanted her to control him, and he was willing to be controlled by her.
She arrived first.
She raised an arm to hide her expression, biting her lip to stifle her sobs. He lovingly brushed aside the slightly damp hair from her forehead, kissing her as he removed her arm. He loved seeing this face of hers, wanted to see it and any expression she made when they were together. He wanted her to indulge himself with him, and her restraint made him feel like he hadn't completely gotten her.
Caressing her trembling body and soothing her to calm her down, he began the fierce pounding that his hard body was good at.
She felt him pulling away and coiled herself tighter.
"It's not safe." He forced himself to stop.
"Safe. I'll take care of it," she responded, hugging him tightly.
He could no longer make the decision to leave. In the final crazy collision, he received the ultimate pleasure from her. He suddenly hugged her and squeezed her hard into his body, "...Long Weihe...I love you..." He buried his face in her hair, growling and trembling, both physically and spiritually.
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