Look at her sleeping soundly
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At this moment, the private room was silent, and the table was filled with red wine, white wine, beer, and foreign liquor...
The two male bartenders had already left. Six men were lying in a mess on a long sofa. The one lying in the middle was Wu Ze, and they were all obviously drunk and unconscious.
Meng Yanxiu suppressed his impatience and walked straight into the private room. The hem of his black windbreaker swayed slightly, and his tall figure cast an extremely oppressive silhouette under the dim light. A silent pressure instantly condensed in the air.
He glanced around, his eyes fixed on the small sofa in the corner near the door. He saw Wu Jianwei and Jiang He snuggled together, already asleep.
The foreman timidly followed Meng Yanxiu and explained in a low voice, "Boss Meng, they're having a great time tonight. They drank a little too much just now. We tried to persuade them to stop, but it didn't work. Boss Wu even specifically told them to party all night and not to stop them..."
"Call your manager over." Meng Yanxiu glanced at him. His voice was not loud, but it made the foreman straighten his back instantly. "Get a few more blankets, new ones."
"Okay, okay." The foreman quickly responded and went to do it.
Meng Yanxiu walked to the sofa, lowered his eyes to look at Wu Jianwei who was sleeping soundly, knelt on one knee, leaned over and sighed softly.
The manager almost ran over. Seeing this situation, he had already guessed the relationship between Wu Jianwei and Meng Yanxiu. He quickly signaled the foreman to bring a few waiters, and they quickly covered Wu Ze and the other men with blankets, barely making the mess look a little more decent.
"Mr. Meng." The manager half-crouched on the other side of the sofa and reported the evening's events in more detail. He carefully observed Meng Yanxiu's expression, but it was like the surface of a frozen lake. With every word he heard, the chill deepened, and the ice cracked an inch.
The manager's heart tightened, remembering that three years ago, Meng Yanxiu's younger brother Meng Yuetong brought a lady here. After being caught by Meng Yanxiu, he almost smashed the place. This incident still makes people feel scared today.
The manager quickly reiterated, "Boss Meng, this is absolutely a 100% legitimate place. We don't have any of those messy projects."
Meng Yanxiu didn't comment after hearing this. He glanced at the all-male waiters, then raised his hand and pointed at Jiang He. He instructed the manager, "Find two attentive waitresses to come over, put a pillow under her, and cover her with a blanket."
"Oh, I understand! I'll arrange it right away!" The manager breathed a sigh of relief and was about to take the opportunity to turn around when Meng Yanxiu's voice sounded behind him again.
"Wait." Meng Yanxiu's tone was steady, yet it carried an undeniable weight. "Move the screen in your hall over here."
The manager was stunned for a moment, looking embarrassed. What difference was there between this and asking someone to move the stone lions in front of the door? But then he replied repeatedly, "Yes, yes, I'll move them right away!"
Soon, the screen was firmly placed in the center of the private room, serving as a solid barrier to separate Jiang He from Wu Ze and the others.
The two waitresses gently tucked in the corners of Jiang He's blanket and placed a pillow under her. Then they walked over to Wu Jianwei and whispered to Meng Yanxiu, who was sitting next to her, "Mr. Meng, please raise your hand slightly so I can put a pillow under this lady."
"No need." Meng Yanxiu took out his wallet from his pocket and handed them each a 500 yuan tip. "Put down the blankets, you can go out, and there's no need for your manager to come over."
They exchanged a surprised glance, sighing inwardly that the veteran employees hadn't exaggerated. They'd all said Meng Yanxiu was a man of few words but a strict code of conduct, yet truly generous. It was such a shame they rarely ran into him. If the others hadn't been afraid to come in, they wouldn't have had their turn today. They were truly incredibly lucky.
"Thank you, Mr. Meng. We won't bother you anymore." They happily accepted the generous tip, tiptoed out and closed the door.
Meng Yanxiu fetched a blanket and spread it out on a separate sofa. He then walked over, put one arm around Wu Jianwei's knees, and with the other arm around her back, he lifted her up with a gentle push.
Meng Yanxiu held her and sat down on the sofa, then held her in his arms, bent down to take off her shoes, then gently supported her shoulders and let her lie flat on the blanket with her head resting between his legs.
After doing all this, Meng Yanxiu took off his black windbreaker and covered her with it tightly.
But Wu Jianwei's sleep was restless. She first lay on her side, facing outward, then soon turned to lie on her back. In her drowsiness, she seemed to smell a familiar scent, and unconsciously turned over again, lying on her side facing Meng Yanxiu. Like a kitten burrowing into its nest, she buried her face in Meng Yanxiu's lower abdomen, rubbing it back and forth.
Meng Yanxiu was only wearing a very soft black island cotton T-shirt. She kept leaning closer and even subconsciously stretched out her left hand to hug his waist.
"You don't even know who I am, and you're just trying to get into my arms? Wu Jianwei, is this how you've been playing all these years?"
Seeing her actions, Meng Yanxiu suppressed his anger, but tightened his arms to hold her back and pulled her forward to prevent her from rolling off the sofa again.
Wu Jianwei had no idea of Meng Yanxiu's complex mental activity. She slept peacefully for over three hours, her face buried deeper and deeper. In her sleep, a trickle of saliva flowed from the corner of her mouth, soaking the surface of Meng Yanxiu's pants.
Meng Yanxiu was already feeling uneasy because of her, and now, looking at her saliva, his brows suddenly furrowed.
He reached out and pulled out a few tissues from the table, and was about to lift her face and bend over to wipe it for her when she suddenly opened her eyes.
Kiriji woke up slightly.
Meng Yanxiu's hand holding the tissue was suspended in mid-air, while Wu Jianwei still kept her face buried between his legs and her arms around his waist.
"Awake?" Meng Yanxiu said softly, "Would you like some water?"
Wu Jian was stunned for a moment, then suddenly sat up, supported herself on the blanket with her hands, lifted the windbreaker that Meng Yanxiu had draped over her, and quickly glanced around, finding that everyone else was still sleeping soundly.
She was the least drunk, and now she was completely sober from the shock. She glared at Meng Yanxiu and asked in a low voice, "Why are you here? You took advantage of me while I was asleep?! Shameless!"
"Wu Jianwei, who's taking advantage of whom? You hugged me, touched me, slept on my legs, and rubbed your mouth all over me. Shouldn't you give me a tip?" Meng Yanxiu picked up a tissue and put it on her mouth. "Forget it, I'm too lazy to talk about the other things you did."
"Who allowed you to wipe my mouth!" She fanned Meng Yanxiu's hand away as if she had been electrocuted, and then wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, which felt wet.
Wu Jianwei's heart suddenly sank. She looked down at Meng Yanxiu's black pants and her eyes directly hit a wet spot. She blurted out in panic: "What is this!"
"?" Meng Yanxiu glanced down and sneered, "What do you think?"
"I'm talking bullshit." Wu Jianwei grabbed his collar, buried her face in his shoulder, and wiped her mouth with his clothes.
Meng Yanxiu let her pull him and leaned closer to her: "In your heart, I am cleaner than a tissue, right?"
"Bah!" Wu Jianwei raised his eyes and looked at him, growling in a low voice: "You have no shame! You can't control your lower body!"
"I can't control my lower body?" Meng Yanxiu laughed in anger, staring at her with lowered eyes. "Come, touch it with your hand and feel what it is."
"You wish! I'll strangle you to death!" She was filled with shame and anger. She bent her legs and turned sideways, suddenly grabbing Meng Yanxiu's neck with both hands and shaking back and forth as if venting her anger.
Meng Yanxiu looked at her calmly, placing his palm on the back of her hand. Then, he led her to exert force, pressing firmly against his jugular artery.
"You have to do it this way. Close your tiger's mouth as close as possible, apply force here, and pinch the right spot to strangle me to death."
"You're crazy!" Wu Jianwei hurriedly pulled back his hand, grabbed a few napkins, and wiped his lips fiercely, as if he wanted to rub off a layer of skin.
The more she wiped, the more upset she became, and Meng Yanxiu's calm look made her even angrier.
"Meng Yanxiu! You're so disgusting! How could you get it on my mouth? Will I get sick?"
Meng Yanxiu rubbed her neck, leaned close to her ear, and said in a slower voice, "You'll get pregnant."
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a clear "slap" sound, and Kirimi raised his hand slightly and slapped him hard in the face.
She looked at Meng Yanxiu coldly, her eyes quickly turning red and filled with tears.
She restrained herself in giving the slap, and the noise was not loud, but it just happened to wake up Wu Ze behind the screen.
Wu Ze opened his eyes dazedly and caught a glimpse of Meng Yanxiu's gloomy profile through the crack in the screen. Wu Ze's heart skipped a beat. He thought, Oh no! It's all my fault! Meng Yanxiu must be here to settle the score, but Wu Jianwei hadn't done anything out of line. Even if he was jealous, he couldn't hit his wife!
Wu Ze was about to bite the bullet and try to stop the fight, but the next second...
Meng Yanxiu lowered his eyes and looked at Wu Jianwei. He panicked and raised his hand to wipe away the tears that rolled down her face. "If you want to hit me, hit me. Why are you crying?"
Hearing this, Wu Ze was stunned. He quickly covered his chest, turned over silently and continued to sleep. He sighed, even Meng Yanxiu was beaten by his wife. The couple's family affairs should not be interfered with. It was too scary.
On the other side of the screen, Wu Jianwei gently pushed Meng Yanxiu's hand away, put on her shoes, moved to the farthest corner of the sofa, turned her back to him, her shoulders still twitching slightly.
Meng Yanxiu sat frozen, realizing that his frivolous words had offended her. She always hated being stared at, and she loathed any frivolous teasing about relationships between men and women. But he couldn't understand why she was so upset. Given her personality, she should have been angry and arguing with him.
Silence spread in the air, making it hard to breathe.
Meng Yanxiu moved closer to her, but not too close. He softened his tone when he spoke again: "Awu, I was wrong. Don't cry, I'll sing a song for you, okay?"
She gradually calmed down, stood up and looked at Jiang He, then sat back on the sofa, leaned back, and said in a nasal voice: "Who wants to listen to you sing? Can't you see that everyone is sleeping? Don't disturb them."
Meng Yanxiu picked up the microphone from the table and glanced at the people lying around in all directions: "Based on the amount of alcohol you drank, you really won't wake up for a while, and those who are awake are busy pretending to be asleep right now."
"You are the only one who can see through people's minds." Wu Jianwei turned his face away and looked at the time. Fu Li would come to work in twenty minutes.
Meng Yanxiu's tone was filled with helplessness: "Then I can't see through your heart."
Wu Jianwei didn't want to continue this topic, so she paused and said, "You sing, I'll just be your audience."
"Okay, I'll just sing for you." Meng Yanxiu ordered two songs.
There was a distance between the two of them, neither far nor close. Although there were seven people lying in the private room, it seemed as if there were only him in front of the microphone and her in the corner of the sofa.
Meng Yanxiu first sang a song called "No One But You", which means in Chinese: No one is as good as you.
His low, hoarse voice rose and fell in the melody. Wu Jianwei listened to those straightforward lyrics, and felt as if something had gently hit her heart.
I thought of all of the time passing by
My mind is full of thoughts, recalling the past time
Cause in the end
What caused the final outcome?
Who would be so cruel to someone like you
Who would be so cruel to you?
No one but you
Who else but yourself?
Then, he sang Candy Lo's "Coma", a less popular Cantonese song from 2003. The psychedelic style of the song was strangely in tune with his melancholy voice.
Lyrics: Perhaps a kiss would make me unconscious, let me accept all the white roses, without dying to believe in the beauty of existence, make me unconscious, fall into the same atmosphere with that person, could it be that love will make me unconscious all day long...
As he sang these lines, Meng Yanxiu turned to look at her, and she was looking back at him. Their eyes met briefly in the dim light, as if they had both fallen into the indescribable atmosphere of coma described by the lyrics.
After singing two songs, he put down the microphone.
Wu Jianwei was silent for a moment, then said firmly: "You eavesdropped on my playlist."
These songs were niche, and she had occasionally listened to them at home, never sharing them with anyone. But Meng Yanxiu knew them by heart, and during the years she was away, he would play her favorite playlist on repeat all night long.
"Yeah." Meng Yanxiu admitted frankly, and then asked her naturally, just like he had asked her in the past, "Do you like my face?" "Do you like my smell?" "Do you like listening to me sing?"
And she answered honestly, just like she did back then: "I like it."
"Then what else do you want to hear?" Meng Yanxiu laughed softly.
Since their reunion, it has been difficult for them to speak calmly, and a barely perceptible expectation appeared on Meng Yanxiu's face.
Wu Jianwei smiled faintly and was about to speak, but when he raised his eyes, his gaze was suddenly fixed on a familiar figure that flashed past the door.
"I don't want to listen anymore." Her tone suddenly turned cold, and then she immediately stood up and walked towards the door.
Meng Yanxiu's eyes darkened: "Where are you going?"
"Women's restroom, don't tell anyone you want to follow." She said and walked out without looking back.
It was a little after four in the morning in the KTV, and the corridor at the end was empty and silent.
Wu Jianwei quickly caught up and turned a corner, finally catching sight of the figure pushing the drinks cart. In an instant, countless emotions surged and blocked her throat, and she called out the name in a trembling voice: "Fu Li."
Fu Li stood still for a moment before slowly turning her head. She then reached out to push away the loose hair that was hanging in front of her eyes, revealing a long scar below her eye without any cover.
"Mi Wu, I didn't expect to see you here."
"You..." Wu Jianwei took a step forward, his heart suddenly pierced by a needle, "How did your face become like this?"
Fu Li, wearing a brown work suit, pushed open the door of an empty box next to her, and a dim light instantly enveloped her. She looked at Wu Jianwei, who was still as bright as ever, and curled her lips.
"Don't be so hypocritical. You came here just to get your money back, didn't you? Come in and tell me."
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