Wang Yanshu declined the invitation, saying that his drinking capacity had reached its limit and that he was busy tomorrow and could not accompany her any longer.
Lin Fungus held me tightly and refused to let go. I had no choice but to sit side by side with her at the bar in a corner of the living room, and we each poured half a glass of red wine for each other.
After Cui Yingying arranged for Wang Yanshu to lie down, she came downstairs to say goodbye to Lin Xun and me.
I asked casually, "Don't you live here? Let's go to the airport together tomorrow."
She replied softly, "I have to go back to the company to prepare some documents. I will come back here tomorrow to meet you all."
I reminded her with concern: "Drive safely at night."
She responded politely: "Thank you, Director Guan."
Her demeanor and expression were completely different from when she accompanied me to the bathroom before. I thought to myself, this is not a simple matter.
Lin Xun was standing by, looking at me with an unreadable look, and jokingly asked, "Why, are you attracted to her?"
I chuckled and retorted, "Nonsense, I don't like this kind of tenderness."
She snorted coldly, "Don't they say that old cows like to eat young grass? Can you really like old grass like me that can make your teeth fall out?"
I said with disdain: "There are many stupid cows in the world, who don't know that old grass is more chewy and has more flavor."
Lin Xun clinked his glass with mine, smiled and whispered, "Guan Hongjun, Guan Hongjun, you seem to be praising us old ladies, but in fact you are just being slick and cursing without using any dirty words."
She took a sip of red wine, her expression slightly dim, and continued: "Through Qingwan's incident, I have a deeper understanding of you. You seem to be casual and can flirt with any woman. But when facing the one you truly love, your deep affection and persistence are really touching. To be honest, sometimes I am really envious and jealous. Why am I not Zhu Qingwan? Even if it is short-lived, I can have such a true love as yours, and I will die without regrets."
I said, "You know, the grass is always greener on the other side. I always think the meat in other people's bowls is more delicious. I'm not as good as you say. I'm not Liu Xiahui who can sit still and not be tempted. I just haven't encountered the irresistible temptation yet."
She twisted her waist and turned the swivel chair under her buttocks in a different direction. She held a goblet in one hand and held her left cheek with the other hand. She maintained her balance gracefully and looked at me with a dazed look: "Can I seduce you?"
I smiled foolishly and avoided her burning gaze: "You are a holy goddess in my heart. I dare not have the slightest blasphemous intention towards you."
She gently put down the wine glass, and her hand inadvertently slipped down, pulling down the strapless pajamas on her left shoulder, revealing half of her breasts.
"Look, am I a whore or a goddess now? Don't think that I don't know anything just because you've read a few books. Back then, the Goddess of Luo River was considered a goddess, right? What's the story between her and Cao Zhi?"
I didn't think so: "That was Cao Jian's fantasy work, not worth mentioning."
She was not convinced and argued, "What about the story of the King of Chu and the Goddess of Wushan?"
To be honest, I felt a little distracted and uneasy when I looked at her round and smooth chest. I refuted her: "This story was written by Song Yu to satirize and admonish the King of Chu."
She frowned slightly, her tone carrying a bit of helplessness and regret: "Anyway, I can't argue with you. In fact, I know better than anyone that you don't have even the slightest place for me in your heart."
After saying that, she picked up the wine glass, drank the rest of the wine in one gulp, and then slammed the glass heavily on the bar, making a crisp sound.
She stood up, straightened her clothes slightly, turned around and was about to leave.
At this moment, she turned her head and glanced at me, with a bit of stubbornness and rebellion in her eyes, and said coldly: "There are beautiful women everywhere in the world, and you, Guan Hongjun, are not the only man in the world."
I stood there in a daze, with a look of confusion still on my face.
Her words were like a gust of cold wind, blowing away the fantasy in my heart. I couldn't help but feel a little regretful: the atmosphere and weather were just a little different. If she had been a little more gentle, with the help of alcohol, perhaps the ending would be completely different.
The next morning, I had just gotten up, washed up, and was about to go downstairs when Wang Yanshu looked me up and down with a sly smile on his face. There was something malicious in his eyes, which made me feel creepy.
I couldn't help but ask, "What are you doing?"
She covered her mouth and said teasingly, "A moment of spring night is worth a thousand gold. So what? Did you succeed?"
Of course I understood what she meant. This gossipy woman was always keen on prying into other people's privacy.
She even tried to test me with poetry, so I'll give her a taste of her own medicine.
I smiled and responded with a line from Bei Dao's poem: "When the wind from the subway tunnel lifted her skirt, I saw the unfinished snow from twenty years ago."
She was stunned for a moment, and began to savor the words carefully, but she didn't react to the meaning of the words for a moment, and instead asked more eagerly: "Why is there snow under your skirt?"
Because of her inaccurate pronunciation, she pronounced "snow" as "blood", which made me laugh so hard that I said, "Don't let your imagination run wild. Everyone bleeds."
Her face suddenly turned red with shame, and she muttered, "What a mess! The more I listen, the more confused I get."
In order to make her "crash" faster and stop her from pestering me, I threw out a line of Gu Cheng's poem: "We have planted too many roses in each other's pupils, so that every time we blink, we shake off the thorny dew."
This time, her brain completely "froze" and she stood there thinking hard. I took the opportunity to walk downstairs leisurely, thinking that she would definitely not bother me for a while.
Wang Yanshu and I finished the breakfast prepared by the nanny, but we didn't see Lin Xun coming out of the room. I couldn't help but ask the nanny: "Is Ms. Lin not up yet? She doesn't want to eat breakfast?"
Auntie glanced mysteriously in the direction of Lin Xun's bedroom and said in a low voice, "I don't know who has offended our CEO Lin. I just went to call her for breakfast, but her eyes were red and swollen. She said she had no appetite and went back to sleep."
Wang Yanshu immediately sneered and stared at me like he was interrogating a prisoner: "What on earth did you do to Lin Mushroom? You guys have confused me. Logically speaking, this doesn't seem like the state after something like that."
I couldn't help but reply angrily, "What kind of thing? Don't impose those dirty pictures you made up on me and frame my revolutionary comrades. Is this what a party cadre should do after getting rid of vulgar tastes?"
My rebuttal made her roll her eyes and she didn't know how to respond for a moment.
I turned and walked towards the garden outside the villa. When I reached the door, I shouted to her, "Don't let your imagination run wild. Get yourself in a good state. Don't dwell on this General Lin anymore. Think more about how to deal with the General Lin in Hangzhou!"