Lin Yaqin splashed the cold water from the enamel tub onto her face three times, and finally managed to suppress the crow's feet at the corners of her eyes.
She sat in front of the dressing table with a cracked mirror, rubbing her newly bought Butterfly lipstick against her lips again and again.
She put on the floral blouse she had bought at the Friendship Store a few days ago, packed up, and ran happily to find Gao Zhiqiang.
Lin Yaqin got up early in the morning to dress and pack, which had already woken up her roommate Xu Min. After she left, Xu Min turned over and muttered, "Why are you being so horny so early in the morning..."
Lin Yaqin dressed up carefully early in the morning, sprayed perfume, wore a low-cut tight skirt, and ran to the house rented by Gao Zhiqiang in high heels.
Last night, Gao Zhiqiang left in a rage without even looking at her, which made Lin Yaqin feel very uneasy. Now that things have come to this, she must live a life of luxury!
She raised her hand and knocked on the door, pinching her throat and yelling a few times, "Brother Qiang, it's me"
After knocking several times, the sound of slippers dragging the floor came from inside.
When the door opened, Gao Zhiqiang, with his messy hair and sleepy eyes, looked impatient: "Who is it so early in the morning..."
But when he saw that it was Lin Yaqin, his stinky face immediately changed. He curled the corners of his mouth and reached out to pull her into his arms.
"Aiya~ What are you doing..." Lin Yaqin pretended to push him away, but her body leaned softly into his arms.
Gao Zhiqiang's body was still warm from the quilt, mixed with the smell of cigarettes and alcohol from the previous night, which made her heart beat faster.
He pinched her waist with his big hand, she screamed "ouch", and they both fell onto the bed.
Lin Yaqin fumbled around on the sheets with her fingers, and suddenly pinched a golden curly hair.
Her heart skipped a beat, but she pouted deliberately, picked up the hair with her fingertips and waved it in front of Gao Zhiqiang.
"Whose is this? Huh?" Her voice was coquettish and angry, but her eyes were fixed on his expression.
Gao Zhiqiang didn't even blink, he grabbed her wrist and grinned, "Oh my little ancestor is jealous?"
His other hand had already restlessly slipped into her skirt, "Yesterday when we were meeting merchants from Hai City, that woman insisted on sitting on my lap to discuss business!
If I don't obey, this business will fail. Do you think I can make this business fail? Of course not. It's all just a show!"
Lin Yaqin pretended to be angry and pushed him away.
“It’s so unfair!”
Gao Zhiqiang took out a gold chain from his trouser pocket like a magic trick and put it around her neck.
"When you go to Beijing, I'll take you to the Guomao store every day to buy foreign shampoo, and make your hair smoother than that vixen's!"
Under his smooth talk, Lin Yaqin acted coquettishly and half-heartedly.
Lin Yaqin knew that he was talking nonsense, but she still fell down under his force.
Gao Zhiqiang was most susceptible to her tricks. She was very tactful and energetic, making him feel that he had her under his control.
When he pressed on her, she shyly closed her eyes and hugged his neck, saying in a soft voice: "Then you have to compensate me well..."
How could she really care about that hair? She was afraid that Gao Zhiqiang would return to Beijing without her, and her dream of rapid success would be shattered.
The iron bed began to creak again, startling the sparrows in the locust tree outside the window. Lin Yaqin's lipstick smeared on Gao Zhiqiang's chest, like a pool of dried blood.
Afterwards, Lin Yaqin curled up in Gao Zhiqiang's arms like a cat, drawing circles on his chest with her fingers, and asked in a soft voice:
"Brother Qiang, are you really taking me to Jing City?"
Gao Zhiqiang, holding a cigarette in his mouth and smiling with narrowed eyes, pinched her chin and said, "How can it be true?
When you're done with that loser, I'll take you to the department store and buy you eight feet of Dacron, and make you ten sets of skirts so you can wear them every day in Beijing!
He became more and more excited as he spoke, spit flying all over the place: "When the time comes, I'll dress up nicely and take you to meet my parents!"
He pinched her waist dishonestly with his hands, "Let my darling give me a big fat boy, our Gao family is counting on you!"
Lin Yaqin was overjoyed, but she was still worried about the money. She hesitated, "But...but Li Mingyuan won't want a divorce unless he gets all the money."
Gao Zhiqiang snorted, his face full of disdain: "With his poor appearance, how much money can he get, dear?"
He leaned close to her ear, the hot breath of alcohol spraying on her face, "You're following Brother Qiang, and you're still worried about having no money to spend? Hurry up and get a divorce."
There's a big deal waiting to be signed in Beijing next week. If you delay, you'll lose a lot!
As he spoke, his hands became restless again.
Lin Yaqin half-heartedly gave in and said coquettishly, "Oh~ didn't you just say you were tired..."
Gao Zhiqiang rolled over and pinned her down, grinning: "Seeing you like this, I'm getting excited again!"
Lin Yaqin refused with her mouth, but her body was as soft as a pool of water.
She really loved the rough guy who talked nonsense, and she had always felt uncomfortable with the refined scholar like Li Mingyuan.
It was so beautiful now that I just closed my eyes and let him do whatever he wanted. All I could think about was the big picture he had drawn:
The fabrics in the department store, the prosperous life in the capital, being a lady, and having servants at your command!
Thinking of this, her whole body softened and she snuggled into Gao Zhiqiang's arms again.
She doesn't want to live even one day longer in this miserable life in this remote place!
. . . . . .
In the afternoon, Lin Yaqin went to the family compound with high spirits, but found it empty, so she went to Muli Hutong.
Li Guifang and her friends returned to Mule Hutong after breakfast. She didn't want to see Li Mingyuan looking like he was about to die. It happened to be the weekend, so Li Guifang brought her two grandsons back.
Lin Yaqin, wearing a pair of plastic sandals that she had just bought a few days ago, banged on the door of the small courtyard at the innermost part of the slum like beating a drum.
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