0002 02 Camellia
Wei Luochen and Ling Xingzhi left the municipal party committee compound. Wei Luochen was in a good mood, humming a song as he drove. Ling Xingzhi closed his eyes and leaned back in his seat.
The two remained silent the entire way.
The car arrived at the hotel, where a stylist was waiting for them.
As soon as she entered, the stylist and assistant came over warmly and hugged Wei Luochen. Then she saw Ling Xingzhi standing next to her and nodded to him.
"I don't need it, you guys can do it for her."
Ling Xingzhi gave a brief instruction and walked to the sofa in the room to sit down. Although Secretary Ling was smiling, there was always a sense of distance between him and the stylist's assistant. The assistant poured him a cup of tea and placed it beside him. Ling Xingzhi's gaze shifted from his phone to the assistant.
"Thank you," Ling Xingzhi said with a knowing smile, noticing that his assistant blushed at his words.
"You're welcome."
When Ling Xingzhi was young, he had deceived many girls with his face, displaying a somewhat taboo and unrestrained behavior at parties in America, at military social events, and at family gatherings. Those unknown secret love affairs were like rotten and moldy vines buried in a swamp, only having the chance to struggle and grow outward when Ling Xingzhi thought about them.
However, as his official position rose, he became less dissolute than before, tightened his belt, and married a vixen to keep at home.
He has always enjoyed sleeping with sexy and beautiful girls.
Thinking of this, Ling Xingzhi turned his head to look at Wei Luochen.
Looking at the room full of formal dresses and jewelry, Wei Luochen smiled broadly, went to the bathroom to wash off his makeup, and sat in front of the vanity mirror.
"Luo Chen, why are your lips still so red? You're naturally beautiful," the makeup artist praised as she opened the makeup box.
Wei Luochen and Ling Xingzhi looked at each other in the mirror. Ling Xingzhi smiled at her, while Wei Luochen licked her lips without saying a word. What was there to say? That she had just given her husband a good blowjob in his office, leaving his penis red?
But the thought of Ling Xingzhi grabbing her hair, his lower body moving in her mouth, and Wei Luochen touching his buttocks, feeling every muscle in him, excited her.
Perhaps it was Ling Xingzhi's gaze that was too open and wild, because Wei Luochen looked away, lowered his head, and stared at his fingers.
Seeing the two exchanging glances, the assistant standing nearby said with a grin, "Luo Chen and Secretary Ling are such a perfect couple, their relationship is so wonderful!"
Everyone was smiling—smiling with blessings, smiling with envy—including Wei Luochen himself, smiling happily.
She looked at Ling Xingzhi in the mirror; he, however, remained expressionless, staring down at his phone. Wei Luochen's smile froze on his lips. He waved, "Hurry up and put on your makeup, or you'll get some food later..."
The assistant seized the moment of awkwardness and looked up at Ling Xingzhi. She had noticed this man as soon as he entered the room. He was tall and upright with broad and powerful shoulders. His face was handsome and refined, but his eyes were lazy and languid. His lips were curved with a smile, as if he were born with the face of a kind bodhisattva.
Even when drinking tea, he was lazy and languid, gently blowing away the tea leaves as if afraid of damaging them.
She believed that a man like that wouldn't have only one woman, even if that woman was Wei Luochen—so alluring and radiant—of course, he wouldn't only have her as his woman after marriage.
The assistant, without realizing it, took a few steps toward Ling Xingzhi. He noticed that Ling Xingzhi smelled a combination of Wei Luochen's strong perfume and his own unique, fresh scent.
"Xiao Yang, go get the eyeshadow palette," the makeup artist called out, waking her up. The assistant, after a moment's thought, hurriedly left to fetch the eyeshadow palette.
The makeup and fitting took a long time. Ling Xingzhi had been sitting all day and was still sitting now, so he was a little tired. He rested his hand on his forehead and slowly yawned. "You guys go ahead and do your work. I'm going to the restroom."
With that, he stood up and walked out.
He didn't go to the bathroom in his room, which was filled with clothes, hangers, and miscellaneous items. Instead, he went to the bathroom in the living room, went in, and unbuckled his belt to use the toilet.
He had just finished fastening his pants when a fragrant scent wafted from behind him, followed by a pair of delicate hands pressing against his crotch. He turned his head and saw it was the assistant who had poured him tea earlier.
Ling Xingzhi smiled slightly, "What, did you go to the wrong place?"
The assistant smiled and shook her head, squatting down. "I didn't come to the wrong place. I'm here to serve you..." As she spoke, she tried to unzip Ling Xingzhi's pants. She touched it and saw a large lump inside, and couldn't help but swallow.
But she couldn't untie it no matter what she did. Ling Xingzhi showed no displeasure on his face, but he was protecting his groin with great force.
The assistant steeled herself and kissed him directly, her cheek rubbing against Ling Xingzhi's.
Ling Xingzhi frowned slightly, pushed the assistant aside, and then quickly put on his clothes and fastened his belt. The assistant lost her balance and fell to the ground. Ling Xingzhi looked down at her, a smile still on his lips. "Young lady, you're so young, yet you're always thinking about crooked ways. I have hands and feet, do I need someone to serve me when I go to the toilet?"
After saying that, he shook his head, turned around, and left.
Once everyone had disappeared, she stood up and looked at herself in the mirror. Her face was beautiful, though not quite as striking as Wei Luochen's, she was still considered half a beauty. She couldn't understand why Ling Xingzhi didn't want her. Was it because his standards were too high?
As Ling Xingzhi stepped outside, he ran into his secretary, Li Qingshan. The two stood by the window, gazing at the scenery outside. Ling Xingzhi raised his hand and asked Li Qingshan for a cigarette. Amidst the swirling smoke, Ling Xingzhi's gaze was deep and thoughtful. After exhaling a puff of smoke, he sighed contentedly.
"The birthday banquet will start in an hour, Secretary, what do you think..."
Ling Xingzhi, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, glanced at his watch and said, "Understood."
After smoking a cigarette, he returned to the room. The atmosphere was no longer as relaxed as before. The assistant, her hand on her face, stood surrounded by a group of people, her eyes red, gritting her teeth as she said, "I didn't, I didn't steal anything from you..."
The person opposite her was Wei Luochen, who was sitting with his legs crossed, drinking tea and wearing exquisite makeup. "You stole my things and you won't admit it. I'm going to call the police and have you arrested."
Ling Xingzhi walked in, his hands behind his back, watching the confrontation between the group of people.
"Xiao Yang, hand over the stuff and I won't call the police, hurry up..." the makeup artist pleaded from the side.
The assistant cried until her eyes were red, "I didn't steal anything!"
Wei Luochen threw down his teacup, stood up, pointed at his assistant, and said with a smirk, "Then tell me, when I was looking for the jewelry, why weren't you in the room? Did you secretly hide it?"
"I didn't steal anything from you, I just..."
The assistant couldn't speak and just kept crying.
Ling Xingzhi chuckled at the scene before him. Wei Luochen keenly caught his gaze and immediately became aggrieved, "Husband, she stole my things and won't admit it."
All eyes turned to Secretary Ling. Ling Xingzhi walked to Wei Luochen's side, put his arm around her shoulder, and looked at the assistant, whose eyes were full of pleading, "I was with Secretary Ling just now..."
Ling Xingzhi ignored her words, "Since you stole something that doesn't belong to you and won't hand it over, then call the police and let them come find you." After saying that, he looked down at Wei Luochen and said, "Let the police come, are you satisfied?"
Wei Luochen's eyes also reddened. He looked at Ling Xingzhi, pursed his lips, and nodded.
Ling Xingzhi smiled as he looked at her tears, then turned and cupped her face in his hands, wiping away her tears with his thumb. "It's okay, it's okay, don't cry. This won't happen again..."
"Okay, the police are coming..."
Ling Xingzhi let go of his hand. "Let's go, the banquet is about to begin."
The birthday banquet was held in an extremely private villa in a villa complex opposite the Old Summer Palace. Li Qingshan sat next to the driver, with Wei Luochen and Ling Xingzhi behind him. The two did not speak. Li Qingshan inadvertently glanced at their tightly clasped hands, turned his head and smiled. They had been married for six years, and their relationship was still so good.
As soon as Ling Xingzhi got out of the car after parking, he saw a beautiful woman in a red dress getting out of the car in front of him. She had a slender waist and shapely hips, and her exposed back with prominent shoulder blades seemed ready to take flight. Her entire back view exuded an indescribable charm and grace. He paused, squinted, and adjusted his tie. As if by telepathy, the woman turned around and met his gaze, making Ling Xingzhi's smile widen.
"Director Zhou?"
When Zhou Xiye saw Ling Xingzhi, he noticed that the man had changed his attire, wearing a custom-made suit and high-end formal wear, a stark contrast to his diligent and people-oriented demeanor in the municipal party committee compound.
"Hello, Secretary Ling."
Zhou Xiye stopped, and Ling Xingzhi's gaze followed her dark eyes down to her collarbone, then her chest. Ling Xingzhi chuckled. He felt a warmth on his arm and turned his head to see Wei Luochen.
“Husband,” she said, looking at Zhou Xiye, whose appearance was completely different from the one she had seen in the municipal party committee building. She tightened her grip on Ling Xingzhi’s hand. “Hello, Wei Luochen.”
Zhou Xiye simply nodded to her and stood waiting for Ling Xingzhi to walk ahead first. Only after Ling Xingzhi reached Zhou Xiye did she follow. It was supposed to be a banquet hosted by the Ye family to celebrate her success, but upon arrival she discovered it was actually the birthday of a high-ranking member of the Ling family. Could a mere director of the Beijing office really warrant such a banquet from the Ye family?
She couldn't help but chuckle to herself.
It was the Ling family's birthday, and they invited celebrities from all walks of life. Naturally, she, being a newly appointed official, wasn't invited. The Ye family put in some effort, using the pretext of hosting a banquet to get her to attend.
They set her up.
"Did Director Zhou come by himself?"
As Zhou Xiye was pondering this, Ling Xingzhi suddenly asked. When she looked up, Wei Luochen, who had been beside Ling Xingzhi, was nowhere to be seen. He was holding two glasses of champagne, and he handed her one. Zhou Xiye smiled and shook her head, "I came with my boyfriend."
"Boyfriend?" Ling Xingzhi took a sip of his drink and tilted his head to look at her.
"It's Ye Rouxin."
Upon hearing the name, Ling Xingzhi's brow twitched. "Is he Minister Ye's grandson?"
Zhou Xiye nodded slightly. Ling Xingzhi smiled faintly upon hearing this, the smile lingering on his lips, his eyes filled with mockery. Without saying a word, he turned and walked away.
Wei Luochen turned around and saw Ling Xingzhi walking towards her from the crowd. She smiled slightly. No matter how she looked at him, this man was too charming. He was also her husband. Her smile widened and her chin was slightly raised.
Unexpectedly, a woman in a white fitted long dress walked out from the crowd. She had long black hair draped over her shoulders, a camellia flower tucked behind her ear, and her eyes were full of smiles.
Wei Luochen's smile vanished, and he walked over in his high heels. Before he even reached them, Ling Xingzhi and the woman had already disappeared.
She stomped her foot in exasperation.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
