unusually good
"Wife, turn around and lie down..."
The bathroom lights were dim, the towel had been pulled down to her feet, and Lin Zhen'er, held in the man's arms and sitting on the sink, suddenly opened her hazy eyes in this intimate scene. Amidst the layers of pleasure, images from BL novels she had read as a child flashed through her mind.
The person who had been shaking their head frantically immediately became resolute and shook their head firmly:
"If I don't lie on my stomach, who else would like to lie on their stomach?"
Completely bewildered by this turn of events, Jin Yanzhi had no time to dwell on the details. He took a deep breath, picked up the person in his arms, turned around, and lay down on the soft bed in the bedroom. Who likes to lie face down? Wasn't that what the woman panting softly used to like the most?
A typhoon was passing by outside, and the treetops on the terrace were swaying violently. Under the greedy plunder of the other party, the woman sitting on the pleasure boat, tossed about, temporarily put aside her doubts. Physiological pleasure cannot be faked, and at this moment, they wished they could become one person.
"Xiao Jie said the new spring clothes have arrived, let's go shopping."
Exhausted, she slept until almost noon the next day. After washing up and going downstairs, she found her husband and the man she now considered a major worry waiting for her in the dining room. The two of them sat at the table eating noodles.
Seeing her come down, Jin Yanzhi immediately pushed a small bowl of fish maw next to him over, indicating that his wife should drink more to nourish herself.
This scene would normally only warm one's heart, but she had just put the thick, milky-white soup into her mouth when the assistant pushed the fish maw to President Jin. His face remained as refined and gentle as ever, and the smile on his lips was natural.
"I never drank fish maw when I was a child, and I still can't get used to it now that I'm older."
"Why don't you and your wife drink it?"
The husband, who had taken the bowl and started drinking without hesitation, was no longer as charming as before. Mrs. Jin, who usually loved these sweet soups, found the milk in the fish maw soup a bit fishy and suddenly lost interest.
When I got to the store and saw the ready-made clothes that the salesperson had prepared, I lost the shopping interest that I had developed over the past six months. I hastily picked out two outfits and didn't want to look at any more.
She unscrewed the soda bottle, leaned back, and began to stare intently at her husband trying on men's clothing. Xiao Jie had excellent taste; the cashmere he chose had beautiful colors and patterns. Jin Yanzhi was wearing elegant gold-rimmed glasses today, which softened some of his strong masculine aura.
Paired with those old-fashioned new clothes, hmm... she looks even better matched with that male assistant.
Despite being lazy and sitting there, Xiao Li, standing next to President Jin, didn't seem to mind at all. He maintained a perfectly curved smile, his eyes fixed intently on his reflection in the mirror, offering his opinions on every piece of clothing.
“When I was studying abroad, I used to visit your exhibition area all the time.”
I really think your design and materials are exceptionally high-end; there's not a trace of nouveau riche style to it.
This remark not only pleased the salesperson, but even the husband turned his head with a smile. He seemed to be in a great mood and enthusiastically invited his assistant to also choose an outfit as an extra reward for the completion of the new project.
The young boy readily agreed, walked to the clothes rack, rummaged around for a bit, and picked up a crew-neck knit sweater, holding it up against himself. The sweater was the same pattern as the one Jin Yanzhi was wearing, the only difference being that Jin Yanzhi's had a turn-down collar, while Xiao Li had chosen a crew neck.
Lin Zhen'er took a deep breath, took out her phone, and left under the pretext of going to the restroom. She then dialed her best friend's number.
Unexpectedly, after hearing her complaints, the other party did not join in cursing the male fox, but instead let out a surprised exclamation like a star-struck girl.
"Their ties are similar today, both navy blue. My new drama is about to start filming, so I really can't take care of it."
"Do you want to come back and ship your favorite couple live? And while you're at it, help me protect this crumbling marriage. I'll book you a first-class ticket."
Upon hearing this good news, her best friend didn't refuse and readily agreed.
Back in the store, the man who had been trying on clothes was already paying and sitting on the sofa waiting for her. Lin, the screenwriter who had to return to the film set that afternoon, absentmindedly finished her lunch and got into the car that would take her there.
There was a group meeting in the afternoon, and Jin Yanzhi couldn't see her off; she had to go back to the company with Xiao Li. Xiao Li, Xiao Li, lately she'd been left speechless, unable to voice her grievances. In the following days, although President Jin, who had been left in Pingyang to busy himself with business, remained as clingy and enthusiastic as ever.
However, her keen intuition still detected something different from usual. The assistant appeared for most of their video calls, even though these were when her husband was going to and from get off work, and the assistant always sat properly in the passenger seat.
But the boy always had a reason, such as work, or some other excuse, to make the person on the other end of the phone aware of his presence.
While the two male leads in the drama are getting along famously, Lin Zhen'er's own home life is also in jeopardy. The phrase "overwhelmed with worries" was clearly etched on Lin Zhen'er's forehead when Jin Yanzhi and her best friend arrived at the set one after the other to visit her.
"Take a break these few days. They say your script is almost finished."
Make some time to hang out with your friends. It'll be our one-year anniversary in a couple of days, so let's get everyone together for a fun celebration.
The smiling man, who was embracing his wife, secretly patted her buttocks, completely unaware that the cat, who had been hiding its claws for a long time, was now in a state of high alert.
"So our plan is to get them drunk at the anniversary celebration and then find out the truth?"
"With the capacity for alcohol of your boss, Mr. Jin, even if we both got drunk, we might not be able to get the information out of him."
The best friend, who had just returned from abroad, was obviously worried about her flawed plan. But only she knew that her husband's alcohol tolerance wasn't that high. Over the years, no one had dared to force him to drink at social events. So, their first intimate encounter and many of their more intense moments together all happened during Miss Jiang's clumsy attempt to drug him and their casual drinks at home.
"I'll switch our wine beforehand, you just need to cooperate with me."
Reaching out to pet the puppy's chubby chin, she gazed at its little sweater emblazoned with luxury brand logos and its gleaming, satin-like fur. A surge of courage welled up within Lin Zhen'er; she would do everything in her power to protect Lai Cai's happy life, and her own life!
There weren't many guests on the anniversary. Perhaps Mr. Jin knew that his wife was too tired from socializing at various events. Today, only a few of their closest friends came. Lin Zhen'er went all out for this dinner party, first starving herself for two days and then spending three hours getting her hair and makeup done.
With her deep V-neck and backless dress, she looked at the handsome young man in a suit standing by the railing, drinking and chatting with his husband. She took a deep breath, swapped the half-empty bottle of red wine in her best friend's hand for a large bottle she had prepared, and swayed over to him.
The waiter, who had been bribed beforehand, was forced by Mrs. Jin's intimidating presence to keep refilling the two men's glasses with red wine. He couldn't remember how much he drank, but Xiao Li's face finally flushed, and his eyes became blurry.
"Mr. Jin, it's rare for me to come back. Would you like to have a cigar with me?"
Swallowing hard, her best friend finally, for her own happiness, stammered out the lines she'd rehearsed for days. Watching the two figures disappear around the corner, Lin Zhen'er quickly reached out and grabbed the man who'd made an excuse to go to the restroom:
Do you like Jin Yanzhi?
The man across from me, after drinking, revealed a certain recklessness in someone who had just entered the workforce, a stark contrast to his usual thoughtful and shrewd demeanor. He turned to look at the dark night sky, then lowered his head to swirl the red wine in his glass, without immediately replying.
Only when the woman's shoes moved a little closer did he lift his eyes, which were already somewhat unclear and hidden behind his glasses, and stare straight at her.
The sudden sharp gaze made her, who had been somewhat aggressive, tremble slightly. No wonder, no wonder she had felt something was off these past few days. Now she understood; that fiery gaze was so much like her own.
The man standing before her, with his undisguised ambition and desire to be ready to give everything to fate in exchange for his dreams, was just like her back then, sitting on the floor of the rented room, agreeing to break up with her ex without a second thought, and then turning around and throwing herself into Jin Yanzhi's arms.
They came from humble backgrounds, their determination to climb the social ladder was unwavering, and they happened to have accumulated certain abilities through hard work.
The CEO Jin who is now out smoking a cigar should have noticed this overlapping trait in the young man earlier than anyone else. He watched him climb up step by step and then gave him a high position second only to the CEO.
I wonder if it was a lot of moments when that overlapping image in my mind was that of me, who didn't care that my nightgown slipped off my shoulder in front of my boyfriend's uncle, and who only wanted to seize the opportunity to change my fate. I was cunning and clumsy, and I was willing to become a stepping stone in the face of a scheming approach and an irresistible affection. What does that feel like?
"It's windy tonight, Mrs. Jin, please go inside quickly."
I never intended to replicate anyone's success; acting with propriety and respect is also a choice.
The sarcasm and resentment in those words were obvious to everyone. But the young man, who had only graduated a few years prior, possessed a deeper understanding of life's ups and downs and a faster ability to adapt than she had imagined. Before Lin Zhen'er could react, he had already strode to the glass doors of the banquet hall, opened them, and gentlemanly invited her in.
"You're overthinking it. I don't like men."
Jin Yanzhi glanced sideways at his wife, who stood frozen on the second-floor terrace, unsure how to salvage the situation. He bluntly exposed the strategist's evasiveness; he knew perfectly well what they were planning to do today.
They also knew what those conversations about Maurice and Wilde were alluding to.
Clearly, the best friend his wife had specially invited back hadn't expected him to be so direct, and stammered for a while before finally answering:
“But Zhen’er said you’re exceptionally kind to this assistant, unusually kind…”
As the last puff of his cigar went out in the night wind, Mr. Jin, walking upstairs, answered crisply and decisively:
"That's because he looks like Zhen'er. In my eyes, just three points of resemblance to her is enough to secure a bright and promising future."
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