The male protagonist quickly identified with the phrase "madman".
The veins on his neck bulged, but in a fit of anger, he defiantly sat down two meters away from the desk, adopting a "woman, I'm giving you face" attitude.
The male protagonist said, "Woman, tell your mother." He arrogantly curled his fingers and tapped the table. "That project is mine."
Cen Yu rolled her eyes again. She glanced at the table, hesitated between pouring wine on him and letting him feel good, and decided to back down first to see what other crazy things this madman would do.
Anyway, she had a windmill on her left and mugwort on her right; she was also quite good at fighting with a wine bottle, so she wasn't afraid of him at all.
The male protagonist stared at Cen Yu. The fact that she hadn't been rejected immediately meant that this woman still had feelings for him! He confidently shifted his position towards the desk, trying to hide the sticky, warm blood clots and discomfort between his legs.
It's just hemorrhoid bleeding! He's already wearing adult diapers, and there's absolutely no problem!
The male protagonist thought confidently.
Men, more or less, will encounter these kinds of things! As long as he doesn't say anything, then only he knows, not the world!
Moreover, his deputy was pressing him hard, saying that their company's number one competitor—Cen Lan's company—had suddenly produced an 88-page tender document for some unknown reason!
But that doesn't matter, because he has ordered all the company's employees to work overtime to prepare an 888-page tender document!
It's nine times more than Cen Lan's company, isn't that enough to scare her to death!
But just in case, he still wanted to use his masculine charm to slightly bewitch Cen Yu and persuade her to convince Cen Lan to give up the project.
The male protagonist has absolute confidence in himself.
The male protagonist confidently made his move, speaking affectionately to the waiter who came to serve customers: "Give me two cocktails." His voice was dark and hoarse, "The one that's slightly sweet at first, then spicy in the aftertaste."
The waiter smiled and asked, "How many drinks would you like?"
The male protagonist said in a hoarse voice, "—Two drinks. One for this beautiful lady."
The waiter immediately put away the wine list, a satisfied smile on his face, and hurried to the bar.
From the bar, I heard things like "The young couple is arguing" and "No wonder."
Ai Cao put down her wine glass. She lowered her voice and asked Feng An, "We weren't originally women."
Feng An's face, which had been covered in frost after seeing the male protagonist, softened slightly. She lowered her voice as well and said, "Not in his eyes."
The mugwort nodded.
She now has a general understanding of men in this world.
After all, they're like a thin book, with the first page saying "I am a man" and the second page also saying "I am a man." It's just those two pages over and over again, and any reader who buys the book will feel cheated after reading it.
They regarded their male identity as a privilege in this world.
Just thinking about it makes me laugh.
Men and women are simply two different sexes within the same species; so how can one be superior to the other?
But there are still aspects of mugwort that we don't fully understand.
The men I've encountered before often felt a sense of humiliation after menstruation. This wasn't because they considered menstruation unclean, but because they felt they were being drawn into the female role, the vulnerable one.
Even if the mugwort doesn't use any skills on them, just making them sit and urinate will give them a similar sense of humiliation.
But the male protagonist in front of me—did not have that feeling at all.
He still believes he is the center of the world.
Why?
With a hint of confusion, Ai Cao rested her chin on her hand and observed his every move.
The waiter brought over two glasses of deep orange liqueur, each topped with a slice of lemon. One was placed in front of the male protagonist, and the other in front of Cen Yu.
The waiter smiled and said confidently, "Two Long Island Iced Teas."
The male protagonist smiled too. He exchanged a brief glance with the waiter, a subtle tension flowing between them, before they smiled at the same time in perfect unison.
Mugwort dislikes this kind of tacit understanding.
The male protagonist's smile widened—he asked Cen Yu with a smile, "Have some tea first, to sober up a bit."
He watched as Cen Yu picked up the Long Island Iced Tea.
He revealed a confident smile.
As long as Cen Yu drinks this cup, he'll have a way out—
Cen Yu picked up the wine glass.
She stood up and poured all the wine in her glass onto the male protagonist.
This was different from the last time when snow was thrown at it. The crystal-clear liquor was completely absorbed by the male protagonist's suit, leaving large watermarks. This "tea" had lost its sweet exterior and was now emitting a pungent alcoholic smell.
Cen Yu lowered her eyelashes and said slowly, "Have a couple of drinks."
The male protagonist clenched his back teeth.
The waiter who had been sitting at the bar quickly came over, chuckling as he handed the male protagonist a towel, then tried to persuade Cen Yu, "Miss..."
Cen Yu took another glass of wine and splashed it all over the waiter.
The waiter's face turned pale.
Cen Yu raised her eyelashes, the sharpness in her eyes gradually fading.
Several years ago, Cen Lan abandoned her alone in England, leaving her struggling with only a five-figure bank account. But she eventually returned to Cen Lan's sight, becoming her only daughter whom she could entrust her future to with complete peace of mind.
Cen Yu's heart had grown as cold as if she had eaten beef and potatoes for ten days straight.
Cen Yu slowly placed the cup back on the table and said, "Since I'm no longer a guest." She picked up her coat, put her arm around Ai Cao's arm, and pulled the bewildered Ai Cao to her side.
Cen Yu said, "Then let this guest pay the bill."
She raised her chin and glanced arrogantly at the waiter: "You're going to get him to reimburse you for these secondhand clothes too." A sneer curled at the corner of her lips. "Anyway, if you sold your ass to him, you might be able to get a new set of clothes."
The male protagonist suppressed his anger: "Woman..."
Cen Yu walked out of the booth with a cold laugh. She said, "Trying to get my mom to give up the project through me? It's still early, why are you already daydreaming?"
The male protagonist clenched his fists.
He wanted to say something more, but Cen Yu had already walked out quickly.
The male protagonist hurriedly said, "So, you really are still..." He hesitated for a moment, but ultimately did not say the two words "humiliation" directly.
Cen Yu continued walking out.
The waiter glanced at Cen Yu's back, then at the male protagonist, and brought over another dry towel to wipe the wine stains off his clothes.
The male protagonist watched the waiter bustling around so attentively, but in the end, he just paid for the drinks with a cold face. As for the waiter's clothes—simply send them to the dry cleaners; what business was it of his?
On the other side, Cen Yu, who had retreated to the passenger seat, sighed.
She said in a daze, "Oh no, I've really become a lesbian."
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