Chapter 36 The Wardrobe Scam, Darling, You Know I Don't Want to Stop Yet...
Both the visuals and the sound are incredibly erotic...
Zhou Jinqin was too embarrassed to look anymore. She turned her head away and stiffly counted the scratches that Tuan Tuan had made on the table leg, muttering in a very low voice, "I didn't say I wanted to see..."
"Isn't this a case of turning the tables on me?" Liang Minghe wiped the condensation off the screen again, his tone carrying a deliberately feigned grievance and dissatisfaction. "You didn't give me any advance notice before the video call. I just wanted to respond to you as soon as possible. What did I do wrong?"
"You're not wrong, I'm the one who's wrong." Zhou Jinqin honestly admitted, taking all the blame that had been laid on her.
Liang Minghe asked her seriously, "Then why did you punish me?"
Zhou Jinqin was puzzled. She glanced at him furtively, her eyes meeting his bright, white chest, before quickly looking away: "How did I punish you?"
"Not looking at me, isn't that punishment for me?" Liang Minghe's words sounded less like an accusation and more like flirting, easily making people blush and their hearts race.
Zhou Jinqin paused for a moment before hesitantly and shamefully looking up at him.
The man was very close to the screen, and you could clearly see a thin layer of mist on his clear, fair skin, which veiled his peach-blossom eyes, like dewdrops about to fall on flowers and leaves in the morning, making people's hearts tremble and become completely confused.
"I'm just embarrassed..." she explained softly, her breathing already a little erratic.
Liang Ming smiled and didn't dwell on the topic any longer. He asked, "Why were you laughing so happily just now?"
Zhou Jinqin repeated the message Jia Yang sent to him. Liang Minghe didn't think much of it, only that she seemed to get along well with her colleagues, and that was enough for him.
But it seems that this is not the case. She said that she was fine, but her brows were not relaxed and there was a hint of worry in them, which suggests that she had suffered a lot of grievances.
Since she didn't say anything, Liang Minghe didn't press her for details.
Work is a very personal matter. It's fine to complain occasionally, but you can't expect others to help you solve it.
Zhou Jinqin is an adult; she has her own decisions and thinking abilities. Liang Minghe thought he shouldn't interfere too much, but comforting her emotions was something he, as her husband, had to do.
Before he could even open his mouth, Zhou Jinqin asked him pitifully.
When are you coming back?
"It should be soon. I still have some work left on Monday, I should be able to come back after I finish that." Liang Minghe raised an eyebrow at her. "What? Missing me?"
He thought Zhou Jinqin would blush and look around, unsure how to answer, but to his surprise, she nodded obediently and admitted in a low voice, "Yes, I missed you."
Liang Minghe thought at that time that Monday's work was not actually indispensable.
That night, Zhou Jinqin didn't suffer from insomnia, but she wasn't at peace either.
She had a dream, a chaotic dream of war. Liang Minghe, shrouded in mist, pulled her into the screen. He held her tightly, his warm, moist lips whispering sweet nothings in her ear, leaving her soaking wet.
At the age of twenty-eight, Zhou Jinqin had a long and tender spring dream. Her restless youth, like her rebellious period, arrived late.
Her state of mind at that moment was like that of someone experiencing their first period, and even at her age, she was still at a loss.
On Sunday evening, as dusk settled, Zhou Jinqin curled up in a recliner, unable to stop the commotion in her mind even as two sets of advanced mathematics exam papers entered her brain.
"Ding-dong—Ding-dong—"
The doorbell rang, and Zhou Jinqin put down her pen and paper, stood up, and went to open the door.
She guessed it was either Kong Feifei or Kang Na. Ever since her grandparents started pressuring her to have a child, Liang Minghe stopped asking her to spend time alone with the two elderly people. Instead, he asked Kang Na and Kong Feifei to come over occasionally to have meals with her when they had free time.
But this time was different; standing outside the door was a smiling Liang Minghe.
A smile played on his lips as he tilted his head to look at her: "That expression... don't you recognize me?"
Zhou Jinqin's mouth gaped slightly, her eyes wide, as if she hadn't quite reacted yet. She stammered, "Didn't you say you hadn't finished your work? Why are you back early?"
“Perhaps because…” Liang Minghe’s beautiful eyes swept across her pure face, then suddenly curved into crescent moons, “I miss you too.”
Zhou Jinqin puffed out her cheeks slightly, and spoke with a hint of coquettishness she herself didn't realize: "You seem a little different..."
"What's different?" Liang Minghe immediately understood what she meant. He smiled and opened his arms. "Ah, haha, because I didn't hug you first."
Zhou Jinqin blinked, blushed, and threw herself into the man's broad embrace. In an instant, all the frustration she had been feeling at work these past few days vanished.
Seeing that she was being particularly clingy today, Liang Minghe couldn't help but soften a bit. He patted her small head, picked her up with a little force and hung her on his waist. He didn't even care that he hadn't had time to change his shoes. He carried her into the house, thinking that if the floor got dirty, so be it. He could just sweep it again later.
With her perspective shifting upwards, Zhou Jinqin immediately spotted Xiang Ziqing hiding behind Liang Minghe.
The other person was already laughing uncontrollably, and after realizing they had been discovered, they went even further, letting their loud laughter blatantly spread.
When her best friend teased her like that, Zhou Jinqin's face immediately turned red, and she started to struggle to break free from Liang Minghe's embrace.
Xiang Ziqing crossed her arms and said with a smile, "I've already seen it all, why are you trying to cover it up with me? Let her hug me, I'm happy to see it."
Completely too ashamed to face anyone, Zhou Jinqin wished she could disappear into the cracks of the sofa, but since things had come to this, she could only force herself to remain calm and pretend nothing had happened.
She cleared her throat awkwardly and asked, "Didn't you say you were too busy to even drink water? How come you had time to come over?"
While complaining about how hot it was, Xiang Ziqing snatched the furry child who was frantically cuddling around Liang Ming and hugged him like a scarf, unable to put it down.
"It's all your husband's fault. We agreed he'd come back on Tuesday, so I wasn't in a hurry to prepare a gift for you. But then he changed his mind and suddenly told me on Saturday night that he was leaving tomorrow. I figured I wouldn't have time to prepare anything for you, so I just gave myself to you." Xiang Ziqing reached out and pulled her into his arms, his voice low and deliberately domineering, "So? Woman, do you like it?"
Before Liang Minghe set off, Zhou Jinqin specifically asked him to help deliver the gift to Xiang Ziqing, which is why the two were able to meet.
Xiang Ziqing was indeed busy. She hadn't had a single day off since returning from her business trip to Singapore, but she really wanted to see Zhou Jinqin. So she simply took her annual leave without waiting for her boss's approval and boarded a flight to Shenzhen with Liang Minghe without looking back.
Xiang Ziqing, Liang Minghe, Tuantuan, Zhou Jinqin always felt very lucky. As a quiet and passive person, she always encountered the most proactive and enthusiastic friendships.
She imagined herself as a weak sun that always wavered, while they were sunflowers chasing the light, following it without hesitation even though the weak light always wandered unpredictably from east to west.
She thought of herself as a handful of dry, withered soil, while they could bloom with fierce and powerful flowers in this barren land.
How fortunate she is.
Zhou Jinqin didn't have many friends, and Xiang Ziqing was the only one. The two met in an elective class in college. They needed to be paired up, and Xiang Ziqing took the initiative to approach her. In her words, she "clung to" him, and the two stayed together like that for ten years.
Zhou Jinqin's eyes reddened. She hugged Xiang Ziqing tightly, buried her head in her neck and rubbed against her shoulder, and earnestly told her, "I like you, you know. The thing I'll miss most when I leave Shanghai is you."
Xiang Ziqing smiled and said, "Then as a way of giving back, why don't you come and stay with me for the next few days?"
As she spoke, she looked up at the somewhat envious man beside her and asked, "Liang Minghe, you shouldn't mind, right?"
Liang Minghe placed the freshly washed fruit on the table and said with a half-smile, "Of course I don't mind. It's rare for you two to meet, while Xiaoqin and I have a long time to spend together. There's no rush."
Xiang Ziqing suddenly sniffed: "Tsk, can you smell a strong smell of vinegar? It's so sour."
Seeing that the two of them looked pale, she laughed and said, "I'm not as petty as some people. I know the saying that absence makes the heart grow fonder. Just pretend I don't exist for now and go and enjoy your time together. I'll take a break."
Seeing Zhou Jinqin blushing and not moving, she leaned close to her ear and teased, "What are you shy about? If I had to say which part of your body I haven't seen, this is nothing."
"I'm not going to let you stay with him for now, but I'll let him have his way for a while," Xiang Ziqing urged. "He flew all the way back to X, are you really going to let him come all this way for nothing?"
She exclaimed dramatically, "If it were me, I'd probably be heartbroken."
Zhou Jinqin had just softened her attitude and hadn't even had a chance to speak when she was pushed into the bedroom.
Zhou Jinqin stared at the tall man in front of her, and listening to the loud television outside, she felt a sense of unease and embarrassment, like someone on their first marriage.
Just like on their wedding night, everyone outside knows exactly what the newlywed couple is going to do, with absolutely no privacy.
Liang Minghe, on the other hand, seemed much more composed. He stepped forward, put his arm around her, and whispered in her ear, "Didn't you say you missed me? Why are you so unmoved?"
Zhou Jinqin slowly wrapped her arms around his lean, strong waist, her face flushed as she listened to his powerful heartbeat, muttering in a low voice, "There are still people outside..."
Liang Minghe sighed softly, his slightly damp lips rubbing against her earlobe. Suddenly, the man said, "I know, the jealousy is coming from me."
"Qingqing is my friend, what are you jealous of?" Zhou Jinqin was both embarrassed and annoyed, and also found it funny.
Liang Minghe suddenly blurted out, "Could you please stop showering with her in the future? You never let me watch..."
Xiang Ziqing's loud voice! She can twist something as trivial as just going to Ma'anshan for a bath into some kind of shady act. How is she supposed to explain this?!
Zhou Jinqin stood on tiptoe and silenced Liang Minghe's soft lips with a kiss, preventing him from saying anything more shocking.
The tantalizing fragrance finally came to life. Liang Minghe pressed his lips against her sweet and fragrant lips, chuckling softly, and then pressed her head against his, drawing her closer.
The kiss was so deep that their breaths became completely intertwined, blurring the lines between them, making them a shared possession between husband and wife.
Because they were so close, Zhou Jinqin could even feel Liang Minghe's long eyelashes playfully brushing against her flushed cheeks, like a handful of popping candy sprinkled on her damp face. Even her empathetic heart couldn't remain calm.
Suppressed moans escaped from her throat, and Zhou Jinqin finally understood why the actresses in female-oriented films always couldn't help themselves.
Hearing the clear sound of the television outside, she instinctively felt that her voice would also be transmitted clearly, so she bit her lip tightly, determined not to give herself away again.
Liang Minghe smiled helplessly. He stopped what he was doing, pressed his hand against the woman's forehead, which was already covered in a thin layer of sweat, and rubbed it to give her time to adjust.
Zhou Jinqin, who had lost track of time, thought it was time to end. She looked up at him suspiciously, but the man covered her eyes with a large hand, blocking her view.
He lowered his voice, his breath almost entirely air, making one's mind wander: "Baby, you know I don't want to call it a day yet."
Zhou Jinqin scratched his palm pleadingly, her voice sweet and delicate: "But I feel uncomfortable..."
Liang Minghe thought that not being able to see her expression would make her more assertive, but that was clearly not the case.
He sighed, then lifted the person up with one hand and wrapped them around his waist.
As he cleared the clothes out of the closet, he whispered to her, "I had a voice-over scene that required simulating a cramped and empty environment. I found that the closet in my house was the best place. It has good sound insulation, and the echo can be perfectly concentrated in the space for the recording equipment to capture."
Just as he said, the moment the door closed, all irrelevant sounds were shut out, leaving only the chaotic breathing and heartbeats in the small space.
The sensor light above her head turned on and off, and Zhou Jinqin's emotional voice reflected off the hard surface of the wardrobe, creating an echo and reverberation effect that was far more embarrassing and heart-pounding than when heard from outside.
Every time he heard her shouts, Liang Minghe would work even harder. Only then did Zhou Jinqin realize that the man in front of her was actually the recording device he had mentioned, and that she had encountered the biggest scam in the world.
Liang Minghe remained unmoved by her delicate accusations, and even intensified his actions. With a smile, he picked up her loose shoulder strap and said in a muffled voice that only the two of them could hear, "Baby, I saw it."
"What?" Zhou Jinqin asked, puzzled, as she raised her blurry eyes.
He laughed pleasantly, but what he said was particularly embarrassing: "There are condoms you bought in the bedside table."
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Author's Note: Xiao Ming isn't uncultured, he just doesn't use it for good. [doge emoji]
How many more tricks does this guy have up his sleeve? [Shut up]
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