Chapter 123 Passionate Scene in the Warehouse
He was holding back a lot of anger.
He was a proper graduate of the Vienna Academy of Fine Arts, and in terms of professional knowledge, what Bai Weiwei taught him seemed like child's play to him—naive and laughable.
I really don't know what the leader was thinking when he assigned him to Bai Weiwei.
Actually, Bai Weiwei herself asked for this.
Relying on her status as a popular figure in the troupe, she persistently pleaded with the troupe leader, saying that Le Bai had been abroad for too long and was full of foreign accents, and didn't understand our domestic revolutionary songs and operas, so she needed to "correct" her.
The group leader initially disagreed, thinking that Comrade Le Bai could correct herself, but he couldn't resist her nagging, so he finally nodded.
Little did he know that Bai Weiwei was clearly after Le Bai's family background and wanted to take advantage of the rehearsal to get closer to him.
Among the few family members scattered around the audience was Zhou Xiaoai.
She went out for a stroll today, but couldn't find enough people to play mahjong with, so she wandered over to the auditorium out of boredom.
Unexpectedly, I spotted Jiang Wanqiu playing the violin at a glance.
Under the light, the woman had a graceful figure, tilted her head slightly, and a wisp of hair fell on her fair cheek, making her indescribably charming and beautiful.
Zhou Xiaoai couldn't help but recall Zhang Qiaoyun's words.
Thinking about her husband, Political Commissar Zheng's, cold attitude, Zhou Xiaoai felt a tickle in her heart, a restless urge to make a move.
She started thinking that she should find an opportunity to strike up a conversation with Jiang Wanqiu later.
Just then, the music stopped.
Jiang Wanqiu put down her violin and lowered her head, gently plucking the strings with her slender fingers to tune it.
Le Bai stepped off the stage almost immediately and walked straight toward Jiang Wanqiu.
"Comrade Jiang Wanqiu," he said gently, "I never expected you could play the violin, and you play it so beautifully." He sincerely praised, "I also studied some abroad, but compared to you, I am far inferior."
Behind him, Bai Weiwei stomped her feet in anger and called out "Le Bai" several times. Seeing that the man seemed not to hear her, she could only grit her teeth and follow him unwillingly.
"What kind of foreign stuff are you playing? We Chinese are celebrating the New Year, and you're playing some foreign tune. It's neither fish nor fowl. Who are you trying to listen to?" Bai Weiwei said as soon as she walked over.
She looked Jiang Wanqiu up and down, her contempt undisguised: "Besides, your music sounds like a funeral dirge, not festive at all. Who are you cursing to die for during the New Year?"
Le Bai's face darkened: "Bai Weiwei! What nonsense are you talking about! Besides, what do you mean by domestic or foreign? Art has no borders!"
"I don't care where it is!" Bai Weiwei put her hands on her hips and raised her chin high. "But in our military compound, when we're putting on a show for our superiors and soldiers, we can't do this kind of nonsense! If you're so capable, why don't you sing a revolutionary song for us? If you can't, then don't embarrass yourself here!"
She was certain that a woman like Jiang Wanqiu, who only knew how to play with foreign gadgets, would never play a truly revolutionary song.
As expected, upon hearing this, Jiang Wanqiu merely furrowed her beautiful brows slightly, without offering any rebuttal.
Bai Weiwei became even more smug.
Seeing this, Le Bai quickly came to her rescue: "There's no rule in the organization that forbids playing famous foreign pieces!"
"Who says I can't?"
Just then, Jiang Wanqiu looked up and glanced at Bai Weiwei indifferently: "Red songs are fine too, as long as there is sheet music, I can play them."
She said, "However, there's a problem with this instrument."
“It’s so cold here in Northeast China, it’s affected the strings. And this violin looks like it hasn’t been maintained in a long time,” she explained. “It needs turpentine. Without turpentine to lubricate the bow, the tone will be too dry and won’t sound good.”
Jiang Wanqiu looked up at Le Bai: "Do you know where I can get turpentine?"
Le Bai immediately replied, "The logistics department should have spares of this kind of thing."
"Then I'll go check with the logistics department first," Jiang Wanqiu said, carefully putting the violin back into her cloth bag and preparing to leave.
Bai Weiwei stood to the side, listening to the conversation between the two, her eyes darting around quickly, a cold smile curling at the corner of her lips.
Without saying a word, she secretly followed them.
When the logistics officer in charge of managing supplies heard that Jiang Wanqiu was looking for turpentine, he scratched his head and looked troubled: "Oh dear, this stuff isn't used often. I remember... it's kept in the innermost storage room, which is quite far away, and nobody usually goes there. It's the very last one."
The officer had just given Jiang Wanqiu a general direction when he was called away by another person not far away, without even having time to say a word.
Jiang Wanqiu stood there, looking at the long, dark corridor in front of her.
The corridor was piled with all sorts of odds and ends. She pulled her coat tighter around herself and thought to herself that the logistics department was too big, like a maze.
She waited there for a long time, but the official never came back.
She couldn't wait any longer, so she looked at the door in the distance and decided to go find it herself.
Following the direction the man pointed, she walked all the way to the innermost part of the warehouse. At the end of the corridor, sure enough, stood a small wooden door all alone, with an old, unlocked brass lock hanging on it.
This should be it.
Jiang Wanqiu reached out and placed her hand on the cold doorknob, gently turned it, and pushed the door open.
However, the scene inside the door stunned Jiang Wanqiu, her feet seemingly nailed to the spot.
In the cramped storage room, two figures were entangled together.
The woman was He Xiaoman. Most of the buttons on her top were undone, revealing a red sweater underneath.
The man in front of her pulled up her clothes.
The man on top of her was a young man she didn't recognize, and his hands were roaming lewdly over her body.
The two men were disheveled and panting, clearly having been interrupted by this uninvited guest halfway through their good time.
"ah--!"
When He Xiaoman saw that it was Jiang Wanqiu standing at the door, she screamed in terror as if she had seen a ghost. She hurriedly pushed the man off her and frantically fastened her clothes.
She didn't even dare to lift her head, covering her burning red face, she squeezed past Jiang Wanqiu and ran away without looking back.
In the blink of an eye, only Jiang Wanqiu and the man with his clothes half-open were left in the storage room, staring at each other.
The man was clearly still caught up in his lust, his eyes fixed on Jiang Wanqiu at the doorway, his gaze like hooks, blatantly clinging to her, his gaze traveling down her overly charming face and down her graceful figure with unbridled sizing.
Jiang Wanqiu frowned, feeling a wave of nausea.
She said nothing, wanting only to close the door immediately and pretend she hadn't seen anything.
But just as she was about to step back, the man took a step forward and suddenly grabbed her slender wrist with his large hand.
Why are you running?
The man's voice carried the displeasure of having his good time ruined. He pulled Jiang Wanqiu back sharply and slammed the door shut with his other hand.
Jiang Wanqiu stumbled, her back slamming hard against the cold metal shelf, causing her to groan.
The man's tall frame completely enveloped her, trapping her between himself and the shelf, leaving no gap whatsoever.
He took a step closer, and the stench of sweat hit Jiang Wanqiu, making her feel nauseous.
“If you dare to utter a single word about what happened today…” He narrowed his eyes dangerously, his rough fingers pinching her smooth chin, forcing her to raise her head, “I will absolutely not let you go!”
Jiang Wanqiu's heart was pounding, but there was no fear in her shimmering eyes.
She forced herself to remain calm, her long eyelashes trembling slightly as she nodded gently: "I...I didn't see anything."
His hand was secretly groping behind his back, his fingertips tracing across the cold shelves, hoping to find something to defend himself.
Seeing her docile yet stubborn appearance, the fierce glint in the man's eyes was gradually replaced by something else.
This woman is much more attractive than He Xiaoman from before.
Her face was small and delicate, with skin as white as jade. Her eyes were expressive, watery and bright, glaring at you with an alluring charm. Especially her slightly parted red lips, full and moist, like ripe cherries on a branch, making you want to take a bite.
His Adam's apple bobbed, and the anger in his heart suddenly flared up again.
He chuckled, his hand that had been pinching her chin now lightly caressing it, and his tone became cloying: "That's more like it."
"However..." he changed the subject, moving even closer, "Now that I've stumbled upon your good deed, it's not enough to just say I didn't see it. Good things come in pairs, so I have to join in too, it's only fair, don't you think?"
Jiang Wanqiu turned her head away, refusing to meet the man's gaze. The hand that was quietly groping behind her finally touched a cold, hard object.
It was a heavy lump of iron, like some kind of component.
Meanwhile, in the corridor outside the warehouse.
Bai Weiwei was tiptoeing, quietly reaching inside.
She wondered, wasn't Jiang Wanqiu supposed to be going to get turpentine? Why was she heading to the deepest part of this dark warehouse? Could it be that she was secretly doing something shady with some other man behind Battalion Commander Zhao's back?
The thought of this possibility filled Bai Weiwei with a surge of pleasure. If she could catch Jiang Wanqiu red-handed, how could she possibly maintain her high-and-mighty image in the military region afterward!
Just as she was about to take a few more steps forward to listen to what was happening inside, suddenly, a figure rushed out of the darkness as if he had seen a ghost.
With a loud bang, the two collided solidly.
"Ouch!"
Bai Weiwei was knocked so hard she landed on her bottom, seeing stars.
The woman was none other than He Xiaoman, who had fled in a panic. Her hair was disheveled, her cheeks were flushed as if she had a high fever, and most strikingly, one of the buttons on her shirt was missing, and the neckline was open, revealing a red sweater underneath.
He Xiaoman also fell quite hard, but she didn't care about the pain at all. When she saw Bai Weiwei sitting on the ground, she was so frightened that her soul almost flew out of her body. She scrambled to her feet, muttering incoherently, "It's not my fault... I don't know anything..."
After saying that, she didn't even look at Bai Weiwei, pulled up her pants and ran away, disappearing around the corner of the corridor in the blink of an eye.
Bai Weiwei sat on the cold cement floor, still somewhat disoriented.
Then, a shrill scream suddenly erupted from behind a small wooden door not far away!
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