0027 31 "How should I proceed? Shall I sleep with you again?"
Zhou Xiye, of course, did not hear Wei Luochen's rant. She got into her car, thought for a moment, and then sent a message to Ling Xingzhi.
"Let's meet, there's something I need to discuss."
Shortly after sending the message, Ling Xingzhi replied: "Wangyue Manor".
This is a place frequented by high-ranking officials for social engagements. A few years ago it was called a high-end club, now it's called Wangyue Villa, located next to the National Centre for the Performing Arts on West Chang'an Avenue. Zhou Xiye put down his phone and drove towards West Chang'an Avenue. Although there were many cars, thankfully there was no traffic jam.
When they arrived at Wangyue Villa, it was just getting dark.
From the outside, Wangyue Villa looks no different from other buildings, but inside it is a completely different world.
It features typical Chinese classical garden architecture, complete with pavilions, terraces, bridges, and flowing water.
True seclusion lies in the heart of the city; carving out a tranquil haven amidst the bustling urban landscape is the refined taste that officials truly seek—elegant and unique. Zhou Xiye had just pulled up to the entrance and was wondering where would be the most convenient place to park, but the area was surrounded by main roads in both directions.
Tiananmen Square, the Great Hall of the People, the National Museum—none of these are places where she can park.
Just as she was about to turn around and park, the gate to the villa slowly opened, and the people inside gestured for her to drive in.
Zhou Xiye did as instructed. As soon as the car entered, the back door closed, and she was stopped. Zhou Xiye got out of the car, and two men in green military uniforms approached and asked, "Are you Zhou Xiye, Director Zhou?"
Zhou Xiye nodded, and the person who asked the question nodded as well. "Then I'll help you park the car."
He handed over the key, and another person stepped forward, saying, "Please come with me."
Zhou Xiye followed the man onto a sightseeing bus. Upon entering Wangyue Villa, they were greeted by mountains and flowing water, with lush early autumn vegetation forming a natural barrier at the entrance. In front of the artificial hill stood a huge stone, on which were carved four large characters: "Wangyue Villa," in a rather sharp and vigorous style.
"This was written by Mr. Deng and has been kept in the Forbidden City. It was secretly auctioned a few years ago and the owner of the villa bought it back."
Zhou Xiye nodded. Even if she really became an official in Beijing, there were still many things she had never heard of. The car turned into a small road, and Zhou Xiye suddenly understood what the passage in "The Peach Blossom Spring" meant: "Entering through the entrance, it was initially extremely narrow, but after walking several dozen steps, it suddenly opened up into a bright and spacious place."
Within the resort, surrounded by mountains and water, the scenery is delightful. The first thing that catches the eye is the pavilions and towers not far away, standing in the lake, their upturned eaves and green tiles intricately intertwined, winding and turning, exquisitely rhythmic yet grand and imposing. Beyond that are the pavilions behind the lake, their reflections shimmering in the water, creating a scene of ancient charm.
The car drove across a small bridge, past magnificent and exquisite pavilions, and behind it a cluster of ancient buildings. After winding its way through the buildings, the car finally stopped. "Director Zhou, Secretary Ling is still busy. He'll be here soon. Please wait a moment."
Zhou Xiye got off a little and nodded to the driver.
This place truly deserves to be called a mountain resort; it's vast and resembles a royal palace from the Ming and Qing dynasties.
The man took a few steps to get into the car, then stopped and paused. "Director Zhou, this resort is a big place. Please don't wander around. If you get lost, we won't be able to explain it to you."
Zhou Xiye understood what he meant. The place was so big that if he got lost, they couldn't take responsibility if something happened. The people who socialized here were all rich and powerful, and if he stumbled upon something he shouldn't know, the resort wouldn't care.
“Okay, thank you for reminding me,” Zhou Xiye apologized with a smile. Watching the person leave, she turned and walked inside. The small room had a surprisingly unique layout: covered walkways on both sides, a central passageway with a large marble screen on a rosewood stand. Beyond the screen were three small halls, and behind them was the main courtyard with five main rooms, all ornately decorated with carved beams and painted rafters. On either side were covered walkways and side rooms, and several women dressed in Hanfu stood on the steps.
"Director Zhou, please come in."
Zhou Xiye followed them inside. In the main hall, tea sets were laid out on the table. Zhou Xiye sat down, took off her coat, and the woman sat opposite her to make tea for her.
Beside me, several windows are open, ancient-style windows, the window frames capturing the scenery outside as if it were a painting, a characteristic of classical Chinese gardens.
Clearly, this room has an excellent vantage point; the people walking by are figures in the painting, and the swaying trees are trees in the painting.
The aroma of tea filled the air. Zhou Xiye turned to look at the woman. After several complicated procedures, the woman placed the tea in front of her and said, "Please have some."
Zhou Xiye picked up the tea, smelled it, sipped the tea on his lips, put down the teacup and licked the tea to taste it before taking a second sip.
"This tea is quite good."
The woman nodded, and as she was about to make Zhou Xiye a second cup, Zhou Xiye stopped her, saying, "Thank you, but no need to trouble yourself. You can go out now, let me be alone for a while."
"good."
The woman left the room, and Zhou Xiye stood up, took his teacup, stood by the window, and looked at the scenery in the distance.
Night had just fallen, and there was still some light. The villa was lit up with lanterns, but they weren't bright red.
"Is the tea good?"
A male voice came from the doorway. Zhou Xiye turned her head and saw Ling Xingzhi. His cheeks were slightly flushed. He smiled at her and walked over, reeking of alcohol. "Why didn't you drink?" Ling Xingzhi said, taking the teacup from her hand and downing it in one gulp.
"That's right, this is Tibetan snow tea, a type of tea that is not even served to guests at state banquets."
Ling Xingzhi held the teacup between two fingers and walked towards the couch, seemingly drunk. He lay down on the couch, propped his head up with one hand, and played with the teacup in the other, looking at Zhou Xiye with somewhat unfocused eyes.
"What do you want from me?"
Zhou Xiye also walked over and sat on the platform opposite the couch, sitting cross-legged and looking at Ling Xingzhi.
His current appearance, with a few buttons undone on his white shirt, slightly flushed cheeks, and red lips, is both dashing and sultry. A touch more greasy and a touch less would not be sexy enough. Even the most dashing princes of ancient times could not have been more charming.
Seeing that Zhou Xiye remained silent, Ling Xingzhi smiled and teased, "Have you figured it out and want to join my ranks?"
She shook her head, picked up the tea set beside her, and poured herself a cup of tea. Ling Xingzhi watched her drink the tea, his brows furrowing slightly, and muttered, "A cow chewing on a peony, what a waste of good tea."
The two didn't speak again after that. Ling Xingzhi raised his head slightly and looked at the scenery outside the window. He watched as the last trace of blue in the sky turned black, the willow trees swayed in the wind, and he slowly yawned. Then he blinked, as if a glance could last for eternity.
After an unknown amount of time, the wind and clouds outside the window surged, and the cold wind rushed through the window. The willow tree, which was originally gentle and elegant like a dancer, suddenly turned into a grotesque ghost, and the howling wind sounded like a scream.
Zhou Xiye stood up and closed the windows one by one.
When I walked over again, Ling Xingzhi had already sat up, looking lazy, and the blush on his face had disappeared.
With a hint of flirtation in his eyes, he looked every bit the playboy, something Zhou Xiye rarely saw him like.
Now that she's awake, she can get down to business.
"Your wife is following me and wants to confront me."
Ling Xingzhi heard this but wasn't surprised. He calmly asked, "What do you want to do?"
Zhou Xiye didn't mince words and said directly, "I don't care what happens between you two, but if she offends me, I will definitely take action against her."
Ling Xingzhi asked with a smile, "How should we start? Shall we sleep with you again?"
But the person in front of him didn't give him an answer. He got up and walked out. Just as he reached the door, the woman who had made tea for him earlier came over, carrying a bag in her hand. "This is what the secretary told me to give you."
Tea?
Zhou Xiye accepted the bag and left.
The wind blew the window open; she hadn't closed it properly. The wind blew in, whistling loudly. Ling Xingzhi watched as Zhou Xiye became a figure in the painting, gradually disappearing into it.
The woman at the door hurried in and closed the window. "Secretary, are you staying here tonight?"
Ling Xingzhi stood up, nodded, and took a few steps into the house. "No, I'm going home tonight."
His return home made Wei Luochen feel somewhat flattered. When Ling Xingzhi returned, he simply said, "I had a social engagement tonight and came back late," without saying anything else. Wei Luochen finished painting his nails and was debating whether or not to tell Ling Xingzhi that he had met Zhou Xiye.
Ling Xingzhi sat in the living room as the nanny brought her a cup of hangover tea, which she sipped slowly. Wei Luochen, meanwhile, curled up like a cat, blowing on her toenails. She was full of ideas, but she didn't say a word.
After finishing his tea, Ling Xingzhi returned to his room.
The next morning, at the breakfast table, Ling Xingzhi said without looking up, "I've been a bit busy lately, so I'll send someone to take you to and from get off work."
Wei Luochen was overjoyed and nodded, but two days later she realized that Ling Xingzhi hadn't just sent someone to take her to work; he had clearly sent someone to keep an eye on her every move. After returning home, Ling Xingzhi still wanted to check her phone. Although the two didn't communicate much, Wei Luochen sensed Ling Xingzhi's dissatisfaction.
This time, Wei Luochen couldn't find a reason for his dissatisfaction. The issue of having a child had always been a knot in their hearts, and it wouldn't escalate just because of one or two arguments. On the contrary, as time went by, Wei Luochen felt that they still had hope of having another child.
After thinking it over, the only one who can be it is Zhou Xiye.
Even with Kong Lingqi's appearance, their relationship wouldn't change. He wouldn't be dissatisfied with himself because Wei Luochen often made things difficult for Kong Lingqi... But Zhou Xiye... Wei Luochen was in his office, smoking a cigarette, frowning as he thought about how to deal with this woman.
For a moment, she couldn't figure it out, but Wei Luochen was a little afraid of Zhou Xiye. However, Ling Xingzhi's attitude every day annoyed her. From childhood to adulthood, Wei Luochen had only ever suffered losses and grievances with Ling Xingzhi.
Thinking about it this way, she felt even more aggrieved. She couldn't use the silent treatment; she had to give her a swift end. Wei Luochen stubbed out her cigarette. That night, she threw a party, hoping to provoke Ling Xingzhi.
Either erupt in silence, or die in silence.
When Ling Xingzhi returned home, the whole house was filled with people dressed in sexy clothes, swaying their bodies to music. Wei Luochen even stood on the Hermes table, dancing and wiggling his hips in high heels.
When the others saw Ling Xingzhi, they stopped moving, greeted him with smiles, and the music stopped.
"What's going on...?"
Wei Luochen was about to reprimand the DJ when she saw Ling Xingzhi and sighed. "Alright, everyone, let's disperse!"
Ling Xingzhi walked through the crowd, went upstairs, and entered the study.
Without a single scolding, Wei Luochen took off his shoes and stood barefoot on the marble floor, his heart trembling.
The next day, Ling Xingzhi went out and never returned. It wasn't that Ling Xingzhi didn't want to go back, but something happened during the military parade.
After a series of chaotic events, Jiang Yunpeng left Zhongnanhai and immediately sent his daughter abroad, bringing the matter to a close.
The day before the military parade, Ling Xingzhi invited Jiang Yunpeng to have tea at Wangyue Villa.
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A little explanation about NP (presumably referring to a specific type of character or role).
The story has only just begun, and not all the characters are here yet, so don't worry!
A few more men came out.
These men may not necessarily sleep with the female lead (it depends, haha), but they all like her!
I'm not trying to scam anyone. The ending was decided before I even started writing; the relationship between the male and female leads will definitely end up being 1v1.
As for Zhou Pei and the other men, you'll have to wait and see what happens in the story.
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