68. Objectified Men
On the way back to the hotel, Ling Ling excitedly chatted about Adrian, recounting how he'd helped her connect with several other industry leaders and how he'd invited her to an art exhibition in Beijing sometime. Ling Ling, unable to contain her excitement, frantically began making plans for the upcoming exhibition. "Okay, okay, once you've connected with these bigwigs, you'll have a lot to do in the future. For now, just make sure you're on your way," Yu Chuanbei reminded her, one hand supporting her arm and the other around her waist. Ling Ling's gait was already unsteady from the alcohol, and she'd twisted her ankle several times from constantly looking down at her phone on the soft hotel hallway carpet. He had no choice but to take her phone away, and she followed him into the guest room, lazily slumping over him. "I don't want the phone anymore, I just want you," she said coquettishly, cuddling in his arms. Her soft, sweet voice, tinged with the aroma of alcohol, filled his ears, leaving him completely bewildered. "So good?" he asked, lifting her chin. "Yeah. Because you're the one I should be most grateful tonight. It's thanks to you that I've achieved all this." Yu Chuanbei was slightly disappointed by Ling Ling's words. He let go of her body and dropped her phone on the bedside table. "Last night's talk about sexual compensation was just a flirtatious play between us as a couple. I don't intend to do anything for you without asking for a price in return." Yu Chuanbei took off his suit jacket and then his tie. Ling Ling didn't respond to his disappointment by offering an apology. Instead, she happily wrapped her arms around his strong waist from behind and asked, "So romantic?" "What else can I do? Seeing you happy makes me happy?" Yu Chuanbei said aggrievedly. Ling Ling giggled, her bosom trembling against his back. Yu Chuanbei completely surrendered to her frivolity, yet within him was a savage ambition to subdue her. He turned around, lifted her up, and threw her into the cloud-soft bed. Ling Ling twisted her body, trying to please him, but her expression suddenly became serious. "Wait a minute." "What's wrong?" Before Yu Chuanbei could react, she slipped out from under him and ran to the bathroom. Ten seconds later, she walked out of the bathroom dejected and said to him guiltily, "I'm sorry, I have my period." Yu Chuanbei smiled helplessly and said, "It can't be helped. You can't control it. What's there to be sorry about?" He stood up from the bed and rearranged his clothes. Ling Ling was grateful for his understanding and then went to search for something in the suitcase. "You...
On the way back to the hotel, Ling Ling excitedly chatted about Adrian, recounting how he'd helped her connect with several other industry leaders and how he'd invited her to an art exhibition in Beijing sometime. Ling Ling, unable to contain her excitement, frantically began making a strategy for the current exhibition.
"Okay, okay, as long as you can connect with these big guys, you will be busy in the future. Now just take good care of your life." Yu Chuanbei reminded her, holding her arm with one hand and her waist with the other.
Because of the alcohol, Ling Ling's walking was a little unsteady. In addition, she kept looking down at her phone, and her high heels on the soft carpet in the hotel corridor had sprained her ankle several times.
He had no choice but to take her phone away, and she followed him into the guest room. As soon as she entered the room, she lazily lay on him.
"I don't want a cell phone anymore, I just want you." She leaned on his arms and acted coquettishly. Her soft voice along with the aroma of alcohol poured into his ears, making him very confused and infatuated.
"So good?" he asked, lifting her chin.
"Yeah. Because the person I should be most grateful to tonight is you. It's thanks to you that I can achieve these results."
Yu Chuanbei was slightly disappointed after hearing Ling Ling's words. He let go of her body and threw her phone on the bedside table.
"The thing about sexual compensation last night was just a teasing fun between us as a couple. I don't intend to ask you for a price in return for everything I do for you." Yu Chuanbei took off his suit jacket and then pulled off his tie.
Ling Ling didn't respond to his disappointment by offering an apology. Instead, she happily hugged his sturdy waist from behind and asked, "So romantic?"
"What else can I do? Why should I be happy when I see you happy?" Yu Chuanbei said aggrievedly.
Ling Ling, however, giggled, her bosom rubbing against his back. Yu Chuanbei completely surrendered to her shrewdness, yet within him was a fervent desire to subdue her.
He turned around, picked her up sideways, and threw her into the big bed that was as soft as a cloud.
Ling Ling twisted her body, trying to please him, but her expression suddenly became serious, "Wait a moment."
"What's wrong?"
Before Yu Chuanbei could react, she slipped out from under him and ran into the bathroom.
After more than ten seconds, she walked out of the bathroom in frustration and said to him guiltily, "I'm sorry, I'm having my period."
Yu Chuanbei smiled helplessly and said, "There's nothing we can do about it. You can't control it. What's there to feel sorry for?" He stood up from the bed and straightened his clothes.
Ling Ling was grateful for his understanding, and then went to look for something in the suitcase.
"Have you brought sanitary napkins? Do you want me to go out and buy some for you?" Yu Chuanbei asked her calmly.
"You understand again?" Ling Ling teased him.
He responded nonchalantly, "Of course. My second sister used to bully me because I was younger than her. She would always ask me to run errands for her to buy sanitary napkins. I remember every brand, model, and price clearly."
"Haha, no wonder you are such a warm guy now. It turns out you have been tamed by women a long time ago." Ling Ling touched his head lovingly and ran into the bathroom holding the tampon she found.
Yu Chuanbei angrily yelled at her in the bathroom, "Hey, could you please stop using words like 'sexual compensation' and 'taming' that objectify men to describe me?"
"There's nothing wrong with being objectified! I regard you as the most precious gift God has given me—an object." Ling Ling poked her head out mischievously to coax him.
Although Chuanbei didn't take these words seriously, they still resonated with him. He pursed his lips and smiled.
After taking a shower, Ling Ling wrapped herself in pajamas and collapsed on the bed. She felt relaxed, but her lower abdomen still ached, and she curled up in the corner of the bed in pain.
Yu Chuanbei also went to take a shower. When he came back, he half-lifted her up and handed her a cup of hot milk. He said gently, "I've heard that drinking brown sugar water during menstruation is effective only because of the hot water. We don't have brown sugar here, but I think hot milk should also make you feel better."
Ling Ling drank it all obediently, then slipped out of his arms and lay down.
"Does it hurt?" He hugged her from behind.
"Yeah." She frowned and responded weakly. She touched his arm again and asked, "Didn't you just take a shower? Why are you so cold?"
"I took a cold shower. I had to cool myself down."
Ling Ling couldn't help laughing when she heard him say that. It was really hard for him.
"My stomach hurts so much and I feel tired all over. I think that as long as women have menstruation, gender equality will never be achieved. It really affects our combat effectiveness." Ling Ling frowned and couldn't help complaining in pain.
Yu Chuanbei adjusted the pillows, helped her get into a comfortable position, and hugged her from behind, saying, "Don't always think about fighting. When there's no need for fighting, when there's no physical requirement, men and women can be equal. Like us, we appreciate and respect each other. How wonderful it is."
Ling Ling smiled sweetly when he said this. She hugged his strong arms. Although his arms were cold, his palms were warm. She guided his palms and pressed them against her belly button.
"It's so cold again?" He touched her cold belly.
"It's always like this. My stomach is especially cold, and my whole body is cold. Please warm me up."
Ling Ling's weak tone made him feel distressed. He hugged her tighter, and his warm palms gently rubbed her soft belly as before.
Her tense body gradually relaxed under Chuanbei's massage, and she felt more energetic. Gazing out the floor-to-ceiling windows at the dazzling Manhattan skyline, she couldn't help but say sourly, "Oh, my period came at a really bad time. Look at this luxurious hotel, this expensive location, this beautiful night view. If I don't have sex five or six times a night, I'd be wasting my time."
Yu Chuanbei laughed out loud at her words: "According to what you said, if I behave well and come seven times in one night, the hotel will have to pay me."
"Well, I think it's okay! And it's in US dollars." Ling Ling echoed his nonsense.
Yu Chuanbei rubbed her hair and said, "What are you thinking about in your little head every day?"
"You want cultural creativity? I'm a professional creative worker. The idea I just came up with is a new gimmick and performance growth point for this high-end hotel that is gradually declining." Ling Ling wasn't finished yet.
"Are you sure you want to talk to me about the whole scene of sexual culture now?" Yu Chuanbei's hand pressing on her lower abdomen became dishonest.
"No, no, no, Mr. Yu, let's just sleep today and not go to bed." Ling Ling finally realized that she was playing with fire, and she held his hand and begged for mercy.
"Why do you always call me Mr. Yu every time you admit defeat?"
"Let me show you the dignity of a domineering CEO. People tend to be careless when they are arrogant. Please be so kind as to let me go." As she spoke, she moved his big hand back to his side.
"You're taking advantage of your female strengths, and now you don't even call yourself a fighting woman. Double standards." He teased her deliberately.
Ling Ling turned to face him, cupping his angular cheeks with her two cold little hands. She blinked her clear eyes and said coquettishly, "Don't I only act like a spoiled child in front of you? Can't I?"
She was so coveted like this, he turned over and pressed her down, and she quickly stopped him: "Hey, I have a special situation today."
"I have another idea."
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Adrian invited Lingling to a cocktail party in her circle, and she gladly went. They became closer. Lingling spoke of her father's artistic career, the Barbizon School, and the Bridge School. Adrian admired her artistic accomplishments, especially her unconventional approach to judgment. Discussing Renaissance artworks, she argued that under the custom-made model, the employer paid, and the painter was merely a contractor. Those works weren't originally created for artistic appreciation, so when we stand before them, we must approach them with the perspective of our times. Speaking of "contractor," she racked her brains for the corresponding German word, and fortunately, Adrian finally understood.
"I'm already looking forward to going to Beijing to see the art exhibition with you," Adrian said sincerely.
Ling Ling said humbly, "I've done some research these past two days and sent you information about an art exhibition after the Chinese New Year that might interest you. I'll be happy to accompany you when you get to Beijing."
"I believe your unique insights into art will also be applied to your advertising work. Someone with artistic judgment will never err in their understanding of human nature."
"Thank you for saying that. In the spiritual world of human beings, aesthetics is the most universal commonality, which allows us to communicate with each other and believe in the kindness of this world. I am very grateful for the connection with you in artistic appreciation." When Ling Ling heard his affirmation, she just thanked him for the compliment, but did not go straight to the topic of business. Instead, she asked him to come to Beijing to talk slowly.
Adrian came with his eldest daughter today. When the music started, he led his eldest daughter to dance.
Ling Ling replaced the champagne with purified water and leaned against the bar to take a rest.
A man walked up to her and she felt him looking at her inquiringly. She turned her head to meet his gaze and saw that this Asian face looked familiar.
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