"You think I haven't done it enough? Fine, I'll try harder in the future and try to use every position you can think of." Fu Jingsheng leaned closer to the piano.
Rong Yan was lifted up.
The piano keys made a dull thud, and Rong Yan gripped the side of the keys, not daring to move an inch.
Although he was mentally prepared, the sudden noise still made the man pause, his ears ringing.
The piano is something that, when played well, becomes music; when played poorly, it becomes noise. Fu Jingsheng and Rong Yan were essentially playing blindly with their eyes closed. The thought of noise permeating the entire piece immediately dampened the man's enthusiasm.
Rong Yan's ears were also ringing from the shock.
Fu Jingsheng quickly came up with a good idea. He lifted his wife down, held her waist, and made her lie face down facing the piano keys.
“Wife, you can play the piano, right? Since we’re going to play, let’s go for something really difficult. I want you to play a whole piece of music when you do it.” Fu Jingsheng raised an eyebrow and curled his lips into a wicked smile.
Rong Yan gasped. How did her terrible idea end up ruining her life?
"No, I don't have that ability." Rong Yan shook her head. Even lying still, Fu Jingsheng could torment her half to death. Asking her to play the piano would be the death of her.
“Give it a try.” Fu Jingsheng had no intention of giving up. He held the woman’s hand and placed it on the piano keys. “I’ll keep the beat, and we’ll keep the rhythm together.”
"What?" Rong Yan turned around and looked at Fu Jingsheng incredulously. "Who does this while keeping a beat? Isn't this just like singing? There's something wrong with you."
"Besides, when you're fully engaged, you're so focused on enjoying yourself that you don't have time for anything else," the woman muttered.
Fu Jingsheng stroked Rong Yan's neck a few times with his palm, and the woman's shoulders unconsciously tightened: "Wait."
After some coaxing and pleading from Fu Jingsheng, Rong Yan finally agreed.
She bent over, her buttocks sticking out, and leaned over the keyboard cover, trying her best not to touch the keys at first.
Fu Jingsheng patted the woman's round buttocks: "So sexy."
Rong Yan turned around, blushing. She knew what he looked like without even looking: "Fu Jingsheng, stop fooling around."
Fu Jingsheng held the woman's cheek and kissed her.
Rong Yan's waist was almost twisted into a pretzel; if it weren't for her background in yoga, she suspected her waist would have broken long ago.
Why turn your head for no reason? It's like throwing yourself into the lion's den.
The woman's neck ached from twisting, so she broke free and straightened her head.
The man, who felt aroused by a kiss on his wife, casually lifted her miniskirt and rubbed her breasts back and forth with his large hands.
Rong Yan's legs went weak instantly, and she slid down.
Fu Jingsheng bent his knees slightly and caught the woman.
"It went soft so quickly?" he teased, squinting his eyes.
Rong Yan nudged Fu Jingsheng with her elbow: "If you laugh at me again, call a truce!"
Fu Jingsheng pressed against the woman's back, his nose brushing against her spine, his tongue teasing her from time to time: "Can you stop?"
Rong Yan reached behind her back, wrapped her arms around her husband's waist, and pulled him towards her: "Fu Jingsheng, stop teasing me, I'm tired, let's just get started, okay?"
“Okay, I want to hear ‘The Prayer of a Young Girl.’” Fu Jingsheng selected a piece. “Don’t say you can’t play it. I’ve heard you play it before. Begin first.”
Rong Yan thought about the sheet music for a moment, then placed her fingers on the piano keys and began to play. In less than two minutes, she tucked her knees in, and with a sudden burst of force, the piano keys produced a piercing sound.
Fu Jingsheng actually bent down under the piano.
The man suddenly kissed his wife; Rong Yan hadn't expected him to run off there.
Even more sensitive than marriage, she had no strength left to play the piano; it felt as if all the bones in her body had been removed.
The woman lay slumped over the piano, panting.
"Wife, don't interrupt, keep playing." Without the music to liven things up, the man stopped.
He raised his arm and placed his wife's hand, which was hanging by her side, back onto the piano keys.
Rong Yan wished she could just lie down on the ground.
"I can't play it." Her voice trembled, and her shoulders heaved.
Fu Jingsheng simply sat on the ground and lifted the woman up: "I'll support you, let's continue."
Rong Yan feigned a sob: "How can we continue like this?"
Fu Jingsheng paused briefly, and when the music resumed, the man continued.
Rong Yan didn't know how long the battle lasted on and off. In the end, she collapsed on the carpet, leaning against the piano, feeling full of regret.
The man, who was in the throes of high spirits, brought over a warm towel and, while wiping his wife's sweat, asked, "Is this what they call harmonious marriage?"
Rong Yan nodded with her eyes closed.
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Lucheng.
Li Yun sent Lin Wei a message in the evening. The man was clearly having a good time at a club, but he lied and said he was having a social engagement and would be there very late, so Lin Wei shouldn't wait for him and that he should go to sleep first.
Lin Wei sent a photo of Fei Fei's house to Li Yun, telling her that she would be staying at Fei Fei's house that night.
Li Yun replied: "Okay."
Neither of them thought the worst of the other.
That evening, Lin Wei went to the hotel where Guo An was staying. To give Guo An a surprise, the woman didn't tell him beforehand.
When the knocking sounded, Guo An thought something had happened at the hotel.
The man opened the door and saw Lin Wei, and didn't react for a moment.
Until the woman jumped on him and said, "Surprised?"
Guo An pinched himself: "Weiwei, I wasn't dreaming. I've been thinking about you the whole time, and then you showed up. Isn't there training tonight?"
"It was canceled at the last minute, so I came right away. Haven't had dinner yet? Want to go eat together?" Lin Wei asked, putting her arms around the man's neck.
"Yes." The man was naturally willing.
Lin Wei deliberately chose a secluded restaurant, certain that Li Yun wouldn't come.
From the moment Guo An entered the private room, he never let go of Lin Wei's hand, as if if he did, Lin Wei would disappear again.
After ordering, the two sat side by side.
Lin Weiyi rested her chin on her hand and turned to look at Guo An: "Guo An, you're going back to Tiancheng tomorrow, right? Today during our training, the manager used the example of Fu's Group to tell us how to do public relations. He said that Fu's Group won't last more than a month. Have you thought about changing jobs?"
Lin Wei heard these words from Li Yun, who deliberately used the pretense of training to gain Guo Anxin's approval.
“It’s not a matter of whether I want to or not. The company is going bankrupt, so we have to replace it whether we want to or not. President He said that even if the company goes bankrupt, he will not treat any employee unfairly. Weiwei, after we get the compensation, I want to use Tiancheng to pay the down payment for a house. I want to marry you.” Guo An suddenly said seriously.
Lin Wei's pupils dilated in shock: "Huh?"
“When we first got together, I was aiming for marriage, but I felt I wasn’t good enough for you. I didn’t have a house or any savings. I calculated the compensation, which could cover a down payment, but the apartment wouldn’t be big, just a one-bedroom. I’ll try to upgrade to a bigger one later.” Guo An planned his future with Lin Wei.
The woman hesitated, because another man in Lucheng had already proposed to her.
"Guo An, I can wait for you. We can talk about marriage after our jobs are stable," Lin Wei said, making an excuse.
“Weiwei, I told my parents about you yesterday. They want to bring you home for the Mid-Autumn Festival. They saw your photos and really like them,” Guo An said, beaming.
But Lin Wei felt even worse after hearing this.
But to avoid arousing the man's suspicion, she replied, "Okay."
Lin Wei agreed so readily that Guo An was so excited that he cupped her face and kissed her repeatedly. Just then, the waiter came in, and she put down the dishes apologetically and asked, "Should we wait a little longer for the rest of the dishes?"
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