Chapter 36. A little tipsy during the rainy season...it feels even better. ...
Lin Fei braced himself against the soft headboard, leaving a palm print, his neck tilted back, panting and moaning uncontrollably from his mouth.
The hand that was resting on Liang Yanzhe's shoulder gripped him tightly, leaving a bright red scratch.
His large hand gripped her waist tightly to prevent her from falling.
Another large hand gripped her neck, domineeringly controlling her.
He seemed to really like this gesture, pinching lightly, but increasing the pressure as he got closer.
It didn't make her feel uncomfortable; on the contrary, it made her feel safer.
She enjoyed being led, and even more so, she enjoyed the struggle between his own moral compass and his own, watching the frequency of his eyelashes fluttering, and feeling the increasingly thick ambiguity in the air.
His calloused fingertips brushed against her collarbone and shoulder, and she trembled uncontrollably.
"You like it?" he asked with a light laugh. "So enjoyable?"
"I like it." She took the initiative to kiss him. "It feels so good."
He told her to be a good girl.
So she had to answer whatever he asked; she couldn't be willful.
"Aren't you going to praise me?" she asked haltingly.
Liang Yanzhe raised an eyebrow indifferently: "Who gave you permission to ask me for praise?"
Lin Fei leaned on his shoulder and said, "What should I do? Your tone is making me so excited."
A slap landed.
The pain made her gasp.
He scolded, "Focus on your role, don't lose sight of it."
An unreasonable pinching kiss landed.
Her mistakes were all covered up by the kiss.
The oxygen around them became thin.
Their soft lips pressed together, as if only a passionate kiss could calm their racing hearts.
He pulled away slightly and kissed her nose, eyes, and eyebrows tenderly.
She had no patience at all, but he held her firmly in control, preventing her from making any other moves.
Acceleration once again.
She pulled the man's hands away, hugged his neck tightly, and couldn't bear to hear her own voice. She bit his shoulder until it was over.
He didn't come out.
The two were still facing each other.
Lin Fei gasped for breath for a long time, feeling like his heart was about to explode.
A sharp, stinging pain shot through her lower buttocks, and as he touched her, tears streamed down her face.
He said it was no use saying he was wrong; he insisted that the punishment he deserved should not be lessened.
Lin Fei regained his voice and the first thing he said was, "Liang Yanzhe, you bastard!"
Liang Yanzhe effortlessly lifted her up, quickly took off his clothes, tied a tight knot, and threw them into the nearby trash can.
She glanced at the bulging sac of the child, the amount indicating how long he had been holding it in.
It's been almost half a month since they last did it.
She was still sitting in his lap when she looked down and met his gaze. She silently moved away, a sense of unease creeping over her, a feeling that this wouldn't end so soon.
"I'm really tired tonight," Lin Fei said, hugging him and speaking in a soft, affectionate tone.
Liang Yanzhe turned his head, whispered in her ear, and smiled slightly, saying, "When we first went in, you said that it would feel better when you were slightly tipsy."
Lin Fei's face turned even redder, and she covered his mouth, saying, "You're not allowed to mimic my speech!"
Liang Yanzhe removed her hand: "I didn't learn it, I just repeated it."
"Ah! Anyway, you're not allowed to say anything!" She was also caught off guard and blurted out random things.
The man kissed her cheek: "Have you rested enough? Let's continue."
"I want to... get down." She didn't want to be on top anymore.
"Don't argue with me," Liang Yanzhe said firmly. "Don't move."
After tonight, she will no longer be obsessed with occupying the top position.
My legs were trembling, and it was no joke. When I got out of bed to go to the bathroom to wash, I felt like I was floating.
The marks he left on her were not only private, but also in very inappropriate locations.
The groin, the fifth rib, and the spine.
In the brief few minutes that he left the red mark, she was both afraid and excited. Stimulated by her senses, she hugged him tightly, as if begging for mercy, but stubbornly refused to speak.
When I came out of the bathroom, the room had been cleaned, and the sticky, humid air had become fresh.
The man looked completely different from before. He was wearing a soft silk nightgown and leaning against the headboard. He had broad shoulders and a narrow waist, and you could vaguely see his firm chest muscles. His soft hair covered his forehead and eyebrows.
He smiled, and the warm yellow light cast several bright spots on his black hair, making him look exceptionally gentle.
"What is this?" Lin Fei pulled up his shirt and pointed to his chest.
Liang Yanzhe: "The fifth intercostal space is where the heart beats most strongly."
"So, are you kissing my heart?" Lin Fei asked, bewildered.
Liang Yanzhe liked her analogy very much and nodded: "Feeling your heartbeat."
I might even think—
Is such a violent beating love?
Lin Fei stood in front of the dressing table, mesmerized by the two overlapping hickeys.
A strong thought suddenly popped into my head, and without much thought, I asked, "Will it hurt to get a tattoo on it?"
She was just making things up; if she were to get a tattoo, it would be on her lower ribs.
"Why would you want to get a tattoo on it? Don't joke around." Liang Yanzhe lifted the blanket next to him. "Come here and rest."
Lin Fei jogged over, buried herself in the soft blanket, put her feet on Liang Yanzhe's thighs, and shamelessly said, "I won't be using my legs for now."
Liang Yanzhe coughed awkwardly: "Feiwen, please be more tactful in your speech."
"Why be so tactful? I'll tell you the truth." Lin Fei hugged his waist. "My butt hurts so much too. Can you be a little gentler?"
Liang Yanzhe turned off the light and dared not sit any longer, feeling that she might say something shocking again.
“Liang Sheng, now that you’ve finished punishing me, you should be praised, right?” She nuzzled his neck. “Read me a story.”
Liang Yanzhe smiled indulgently; she really was like a child to him.
After a while, he asked, "What do you want to hear?"
Lin Fei did not answer.
Her breath sprayed onto his neck, growing longer and deeper; she seemed to be asleep.
He tilted his head slightly and kissed the tip of her nose: "Goodnight, Feiwen."
Lin Fei slept until 1 p.m., and his back ached, and his legs were still shaking a little.
Aunt Ruo helps look after the shop. She usually goes there every other day, and she will also go if she is busy or has an emergency.
I thought I'd give myself a day off; I really didn't want to move.
Lin Fei opened WeChat and saw twenty unread messages from Song Mingxu. Thinking something had happened, she quickly clicked on them.
At 10 a.m., after waking up, he kept saying that he should have brought the contract with him last night. What if Mr. Zhao regretted it after he sobered up, or what if other shops came out to steal the business and the deal fell through?
Lin Fei: [Senior, I'm not worried, why are you?]
Song Mingxu: [Ancestor, you've finally woken up! It's true what they say, the emperor isn't worried, but the eunuch is.]
Lin Fei said nonchalantly, "Don't worry, he's going to open a guesthouse in Chunxi anyway. He'll definitely go to my weaving workshop tomorrow, and I guarantee that if he goes, he'll agree to buy Zhuang brocade from me."
Song Mingxu remained uneasy: [So confident? Really? Or are you just trying to create a smokescreen again?]
Lin Fei's actions are as unconventional as her personality, and the methods she uses are often illogical. To put it nicely, they are ingenious ideas; to put it bluntly, they are just impulsive and unpredictable.
Lin Fei didn't want to waste her precious time trying to set Song Mingxu up, so she simply said, "Come tomorrow too, and you'll see."
The next morning, Song Mingxu arrived even before Boss Zhao, and Grandma invited him to have breakfast together.
Around ten o'clock, Lin Fei leisurely rode his electric scooter into the yard.
After parking the car, he rushed into the house, hunching his shoulders and shouting, "It's so cold! It's so cold! Grandma, where's the stove? I need to warm myself by the fire!"
“Here,” Song Mingxu said, sitting in the corner warming himself by the fire.
Lin Fei took off his gloves and helmet, squeezed next to the stove, and spread his hands close to the heat source.
"Why are you here so early?" She sniffed a few times, her nose red from the wind. "You weren't so nervous that you didn't get any rest last night, were you?"
Song Mingxu closed his eyes, concealing the bloodshot veins within them: "You knew, but you didn't tell me."
"Oh, senior, don't worry about it," Lin Fei joked with him. "I said no problem, absolutely no problem. You're not married yet, so you need to take good care of your face; girls will only like you if they see you like that."
Song Mingxu looked even more haggard.
How did she manage to say such vicious things so easily?
Grandma brought out some hot porridge and side dishes: "Eat some to warm yourself up."
"Grandma, I can't eat anymore, I've already eaten at home." Lin Fei came out after finishing the noodles Liang Yanzhe had cooked.
It's rare for him to have a day off today, a workday. If she hadn't made plans with Boss Zhao, she probably would have stayed home with him all day.
Grandma put down the plate, pulled out a chair, and said forcefully, "Come and sit down right now."
"Okay, I'll just have a little." Lin Fei sat down obediently so as not to disappoint the old man's kindness.
"You told me yesterday that someone was coming to visit today. Who is it?" Grandma turned back. "They even asked me to cook their specialty. Is it a relative of Xiaoze's family? And his sister and brother-in-law rarely come to Jiangdu. Why didn't you bring them to Chunxi for a visit?"
Lin Fei ignored Grandma's nagging, blinked, and joked, "No, it's the God of Wealth who gave us a shower of gold coins."
Grandma stepped forward and flicked her forehead: "You child, you never talk properly!"
"Grandma, don't worry about it. When he arrives, just treat him warmly and show him the cloth you wove." Lin Fei finished the last mouthful of porridge, his cheeks bulging, and he chewed like a hamster with food in its cheek pouches.
Grandma: "You've come...to discuss business?"
Ever since Lin Fei helped secure orders from the mother and daughter and made their creative shop a great success, she dared not underestimate him.
My granddaughter really does have some skills.
"That's right, and it will definitely surprise you." Lin Fei is good at creating surprises and likes others to open gifts by themselves, so he will keep it a secret for now and let Boss Zhao tell Grandma.
Around noon, Boss Zhao arrived, accompanied by his assistant.
Lin Fei introduced them to Grandma and then treated them to lunch at her home.
Song Mingxu, who was at the same table, quickly understood what Lin Fei meant when he said that as long as Boss Zhao was willing to come to the store, the deal could definitely be closed.
At this moment, Boss Zhao believed Lin Fei's little story without a doubt. When he met Grandma, who had the "same" experience as his mother who died young, he ate the meal with tears in his eyes and showed her the utmost respect.
After lunch, Grandma took Boss Zhao to visit the weaving workshop.
Taking advantage of this break, Song Mingxu pulled Lin Fei to the small shop in front.
"Tell me the real story, what is it?" Song Mingxu was itching to know the truth.
Lin Fei glanced at him sideways: "Senior, why are you so serious?"
"I don't care, just tell me!" Song Mingxu said, arms crossed.
Seeing that Song Mingxu had been busy with all this, Lin Fei mercifully said, "It's not much different; I only modified the details."
"Explain the details to me clearly as well," Song Mingxu urged.
Lin Fei: "Grandma went to work as an apprentice at the town's weaving workshop because her parents favored her and her younger siblings were lazy and gluttonous. Another reason was that she always admired girls who knew needlework and wanted to learn how to weave. She met my grandfather because he was a cloth merchant who often came to the weaving workshop to buy goods. They got to know each other over time and he learned that Grandma had a group of bloodsucking family members. So he used his savings to marry Grandma, and after the marriage, she cut off contact with her family. Later, because my great-grandfather was in poor health and my grandfather had to go back to his hometown, Grandma quit her apprenticeship at the weaving workshop and settled here with him."
"Is that all?" Song Mingxu's feelings became even more complicated after hearing this.
If the version of the story given to Boss Zhao was one of many misfortunes, then this version is one of tragedy. The grandmother suffered even more evil in her life, which inevitably made him more melancholy.
"With our relationship, would I lie to you?" Lin Fei sat down on the small sofa. "Grandma often told me that fate is something you have to fight for yourself, and she fought for her own life too."
This is what she learned from her grandmother: you have to fight for yourself in everything, and brave people enjoy the world first.
Song Mingxu sat down next to her and asked, "Why do you want to open a Zhuang brocade cultural and creative shop?"
"Firstly, I don't want to clock in and out every day anymore. I want to enjoy life freely and spend more time with my family. Secondly, my grandmother likes it, and I want to do something for her," Lin Fei said. "I don't have any grand ideals; it's all about the everyday realities of life."
“The everyday moments of life are also wonderful.” Song Mingxu stood up. “They should be discussing the contract soon, let’s go.”
Mr. Zhao was very satisfied and kept praising the old lady's woven fabric. He immediately had his assistant hand over the contract.
When Grandma heard it was a huge order of 100,000 yuan, she pressed her hand to her chest and almost fainted.
"Grandma, everyone's watching." Lin Fei coughed.
Grandma asked, "Could it be a scam?"
"I worked so hard to get this business for you, and you deny all my efforts with a single word of fraud. I'm going to cry." Lin Fei patted Grandma's shoulder. "Don't worry, it's absolutely true. Is Boss Zhao here to invest in a homestay business in Chunxi, or is he a merchant recruited by Jianghua? If you don't believe me, go ask him across the street later."
"One hundred thousand!" Grandma had never seen so much money at once.
The price of 100,000 was a bit beyond Lin Fei's expectations: "But look, Boss Zhao wants two large bolts of cloth to hang in the main hall, and then ten auspicious patterns, and your timeframe is only six months. Grandma, money isn't easy to earn."
"You're right," Grandma thought to herself, her granddaughter was indeed very thoughtful.
Lin Fei signed a contract with Boss Zhao, and his assistant transferred a deposit of 30,000 yuan. The finished product will be delivered in August.
When his grandmother saw him off, she told him to come to her house for dinner whenever he had time. Mr. Zhao was so happy that he bought some cultural and creative products, saying they were for his wife and children.
Lin Fei gave him a 30% discount and also gave him a brooch that Aunt Ruo had recently made.
After everyone left, Grandma finally dared to laugh out loud.
"Call Xiaoze over tonight, I'll cook you a big meal! Invite Jiang Hua and Xiao Ying to come eat with us!" Grandma clapped her hands and hummed a song as she went back to the weaving room.
Song Mingxu went back to the guesthouse to check on things first, and will come back for dinner later.
Aunt Ruo gave a thumbs up: "Afei, you're amazing! Aunt Gao worked her whole life, but I never thought she would become rich in her later years thanks to her granddaughter."
A phone call interrupted him, so Lin Fei had to go outside to answer it.
About fifteen minutes later, she returned from outside, beaming with joy: "Aunt Ruo, I have even more amazing news, do you want to hear it?"
Aunt Ruo thought for a moment and then remembered what it was: "The museum consignment was approved, wasn't it?"
“Yes, they’re very interested in our postcards and hair accessories, and also the brooches.” Lin Fei pointed to the last brooch on the counter. “Aunt Ruo, don’t forget your promise.”
The materials submitted at the time did not include the brooch, but Lin Fei thought about it and added it anyway. He only told Aunt Ruo about it later, which was a bit like acting first and asking questions later.
But she wasn't angry at all; instead, she promised to join the production team immediately if she came over.
They need to plan ahead as they have to deliver a batch of goods to the museum next month.
Aunt Ruo has even more energy than Lin Fei, and seems to have inexhaustible strength.
"Aunt Ruo, do you want to rest for a while?" Lin Fei asked.
Aunt Ruo spent the whole afternoon organizing the merchandise. She recently had a cabinet built into the wall, which can not only display cultural and creative products, but also serve as a photo spot to attract more customers.
Aunt Ruo laughed and said, "You asked me to do it, and I'm happy to do it. You don't know how many people in the neighborhood envy me. Your family is kind and you pay me a high salary. But don't worry, I haven't told anyone. They just guessed it because I recently bought some new appliances."
As she continued, Aunt Ruo walked to the cashier and muttered under her breath, "Those people who went on strike are now kicking themselves. I have to say some harsh things. Don't think I'm being mean, I'm just telling the truth. As neighbors, we should treat each other with kindness and help each other when we can. They have too many ulterior motives. Anyone who caused a scene on your special day is a bad person. I'll remember them for the rest of my life!"
"Thank you for being so kind to me, Auntie," Lin Fei said, holding the cup up to her.
When Aunt Ruo went back to clean the shop windows, just like Grandma had done earlier, she happily hummed local folk songs as she worked diligently.
As the sun was setting, a few college students arrived.
Lin Fei greeted them with a smile: "Welcome."
The four exchanged glances, and a tall girl timidly approached Lin Fei and explained her purpose.
"Hello, boss. I'm a media student at Jiangdu University. We recently had a group assignment to film intangible cultural heritage. I saw the advertisement for Chunxi folk activities online and spent the whole day there, but it seems I came at the wrong time and didn't come across any folk activities. I saw that your store sells Zhuang brocade, an intangible cultural heritage item. I was wondering if we could use your store to find inspiration?" The girl nervously twisted her hands, afraid of being rejected.
Lin Fei had a flash of inspiration.
Media professionals are even filming their shop – isn't this a great publicity opportunity?
"Sure, when would you like to film? You don't need to be so polite with me. I also graduated from Jiangdu University, you can just call me senior." Lin Fei smiled kindly and deliberately softened her tone, using one sentence to close the distance between them.
The girl, no longer as reserved as before, asked with a smile, "Really? Is it okay?"
“Sure, I’ll talk to my cousin later. She also went to Jiangdu University and studied photography; she can give you some ideas,” Lin Fei thoughtfully asked. “Shall we shoot now?”
"We're here today to do some research; the specific shooting plan hasn't been finalized yet, we still need to prepare when we get back." The girl spoke quickly, afraid Lin Fei might change his mind. "Can we come next week?"
Lin Fei: "Sure, let's add each other as friends. You can contact me anytime you want to come over."
After adding each other as friends, the four of them went inside and browsed the cultural and creative store. They were particularly interested in the postcards, and some even bought them and mailed them to their relatives and friends on the spot.
The four left chatting and laughing, all thanking Lin Fei for his kindness, otherwise they would have made a wasted trip.
"Afei, is this alright?" Aunt Ruo, who had been listening nearby, came over.
Lin Fei: "Jiangdu University's media major is a top-notch project. Regardless of whether it can be used for publicity, the quality of the video they produce will be high. We can ask the neighborhood committee to contact them and use it for promotional videos. Besides, anyone who has been to university knows that doing group projects is very tiring. They have been running around all day and it must have been hard. Let's help them if we can."
"You scholars really know how to think fast and have a variety of flexible ways to make money." Aunt Ruo sincerely admired him. "Jiang Hua is one example. Recently, the neighbors have been praising how much the neighborhood has improved since he came. People's lives have become much better. Xiao Ying is the same. Her coffee shop is quite famous online, and many people come here by word of mouth. As a result, other shops on the street are also making money."
"Aunt Ruo, I don't know about others, but I can tell you have a kind heart; you praise everyone you meet." Lin Fei saw that it was almost time. "Let's go, stay for dinner tonight."
Lin Fei had just finished speaking when his phone rang, showing it was Chi Yao's homeroom teacher.
She told Aunt Ruo to watch the shop while she went to the back room to answer the phone.
"Hello, Ms. Tan, I'm Chi Yao's cousin. How can I help you?" She always felt uneasy whenever her homeroom teacher called.
Teacher Tan said seriously, "Chi Yao recently had a conflict with a classmate. I asked him to call his parents, but he called a man who said he was his brother-in-law and his surname was Liang. I don't remember you being married yet, so I wanted to call and ask about the situation."
Lin Fei: ...
That brat, he got into trouble but didn't dare tell his family. He did, however, know to go to Liang Yanzhe, who would never scold him.
“That’s indeed my husband. My family has been busy lately, and he was taking a break, so he went over.” Lin Fei went back inside to get his things, then straddled his electric scooter. “Teacher Tan, please wait a moment, I’ll be at school right away.”
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