Chapter 30
Mo Daoyan leaned in and kissed her, his words half spoken. Deep down, he was brooding over the inability of dance to purify his soul. He was overwhelmed by the complex parameters, formulas, and symbols, desperately needing to clear his mind. However, Tong Yufei's dance not only failed to calm his anxiety, but instead stoked it even more fiercely, almost bringing back memories of that figure on that snowy night. He hated being controlled by his emotions and desperately longed to do something that would both deeply concentrate him and bring him to a full state of consciousness, something that would clear his chaotic thoughts. And this, of course, was inseparable from his wife.
His younger brother began playing the piano at the age of five, while Mo Daoyan learned to use his father's height gauge and angle ruler at the age of four. By the age of eight, he could quickly grind small parts with a handheld grinder, and by the age of twelve, he was operating a polishing machine in the workshop with his father's assistance. He began doing simple physics and chemistry experiments in high school, and in college he added no-load, short-circuit, load, and temperature-rise experiments, as well as computer simulations. His master's and doctoral studies were filled with an endless supply of experiments and tests, leaving every one of his ten fingers covered in calluses. Even today, whether he's operating and adjusting various machines or typing away at the keyboard to write code, his hands, unused to instruments, instantly become light and nimble.
Now her body has become his new testing ground, and he is exploring it tirelessly. Although he has forgotten the contents of the "Premarital Education Manual", which is equivalent to the instruction manual, the human external structure is much simpler. He does not even need to test it repeatedly to find the trick to trigger her emotional fluctuations. The next step is to improve, to distinguish which of these emotions are positive and which are negative.
Tong Yufei couldn't figure out Mo Daoyan's wandering thoughts and fantasies, she only felt his burning heat. The tongue wandering in her mouth was hot, with the bitter taste of tobacco. The palm that unbuttoned the top button of her shirt and measured her ribs was hot. She was wearing peacock blue corduroy pants and a thin belt two fingers wide. His freed hand pulled it away, and the burning sensation followed his fingers to the lower part of her abdomen.
She trembled all over, hooking her neck against his, "Let's wait until you come home one day...we..."
Mo Daoyan put his arm around her waist and took a half step forward, pushing her against the desk. "Da Ding, it's your turn to rest."
But even without Da Ding, there are others. Xinli has five laboratories. There is no one in the laboratory he is in charge of, but the other laboratories may not be empty. He is not the only one working all night. As far as she knows, Ji Xilin is also a female warrior who is on par with him. As a veteran of the company, she is in charge of one more laboratory than him. In addition to the materials laboratory, she is also in charge of environmental testing. Ten o'clock is neither early nor late for them. It is common for them to come to Mo Daoyan for a meeting to discuss difficult problems.
Mo Daoyan saw her worry and said, "Senior Sister Ji has a distinguished guest and is off duty. But don't say they are not on duty. Even if they are on duty, everyone is a gentleman who behaves uprightly and has no habit of peeping or eavesdropping on what goes on in other people's rooms, unless you don't care about your voice and insist on having others listen."
She was really good at distorting people's intentions. Tong Yufei grabbed the clothes on his chest, pulling up a piece of flesh underneath, and used a lot of strength to "retaliate" for his rude words, but it was of no use. He pulled off her cardigan with a normal expression and pulled her shirt down to her waist, revealing the smooth lines of her shoulders and neck. His eyes lingered on her collarbone for a moment, and then he took a bite on that smooth curve.
There was a sharp pain in her collarbone. She curled up and tried to retreat, but he held her waist tightly, not allowing her to disobey in the slightest. She bit her lips and tried to stay calm, but the overly strong breath almost swallowed her. She still held the piece of clothing, but her strength had dissipated.
Mo Daoyan noticed her change and pressed her into his arms, his hot breath spraying against her ears: "Isn't this what you have been planning to do? Are you sure you want to back down at this moment?"
The soft light in the house illuminated the figures of the two people hugging. The intimacy of lovers should have been like the beautiful spring sunshine, but the words that poured into her ears were filled with the coldness of overdue waiting. She stared at him blankly, her heartbeat still not calming down, and she smiled first: "Look at you, I've been your wife for five years, and you still don't know how to love me. Look, you burned your hands making midnight snacks."
Mo Daoyan gently pinched her little finger, and sure enough, he saw a white bubble the size of a rice grain floating on the pink fingertip. He then walked to the shelf and took out a red tube of burn ointment. They often dealt with circuit boards, and when using electric soldering irons to solder components and wires, they would get burned if they were not careful. Burn ointment was almost a must-have medicine.
But she refused to take the medicine, and raised her little finger to his lips like a spoiled child: "Blow it."
"More than 70% of the gas exhaled by humans is nitrogen, and inert gases have no disinfecting effect."
"Why should it be useful? Mr. Mo has been smart all his life, but he's been foolish for a while..."
Before he finished speaking, his voice came to his ears: "Lysozyme and immunoglobulin can be used."
Mo Daoyan lowered his head and held the little finger in his mouth, his tongue gently wetting the white foam. Her heart skipped a beat. She opened her mouth but couldn't speak, letting the warmth quietly ripple through her heart. The moment she relaxed a little, he suddenly bit the injured part. She cried out in pain, but before the sound could fully escape, he interrupted her. He reached out and swept away the scattered documents on the table, lowered his waist and pressed down on her, kissing her directly on the lips.
The coldness of the table penetrated her back through the thin fabric, and his body temperature became the only source of heat she could grasp. Their breathing intertwined, and the air was filled with an indescribable scent.
Mo Daoyan sensed her uneasiness from the force acting on him: "Afraid?"
"Um."
"Which one?"
"No one?"
"Won't."
As soon as he finished speaking, the door creaked. Mo Daoyan quickly stood up and turned his back to the door, nimbly pulling Tong Yufei into his arms. Knowing that she definitely didn't want to face outsiders at this time, he immediately picked up the coat on the back of the chair and covered her head and face with it.
He calmly turned around and looked at the person standing at the door in a daze: "Zhaoyang, why are you back at this time?"
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Even the resourceful Mo Daoyan had his miscalculations. He had calculated that his colleagues on night shift had all gone home and no one would bother them, but he hadn't expected that the newcomer Tong Zhaoyang had forgotten his house key and turned back halfway, and even kindly brought him some beef wontons.
Tong Zhaoyang just started working as a marketing manager this afternoon. According to company regulations, he only needs to familiarize himself with the company environment and does not need to clock in for work. However, Comrade Tong Zhaoyang has a strong sense of responsibility and high awareness. He got into the state on the first day and started working on a promotion plan. By the way, he got together with his sister Ji Xilin. Ji Xilin took her father's surname, and he took his mother's surname. After his parents divorced, his mother moved out of the Ji family with him when he was four years old. Since then, the father and daughter have lived in the east of the city, and the mother and son have lived in the west.
In the vast wheel of history, humans are as insignificant as ants. Tong Zhaoyang's family, a tiny speck of dust in this surging torrent, bears unspeakable pain despite its insignificance. His father, once a brilliant translator, was accused of treason for the work he had honed, accusing his mother and grandparents of treason. Although his father was later exonerated, his grandparents had already passed away, and the turmoil completely shattered his parents' relationship.
The mother could not resent the world and the era that frightened her, so she could only pour all her hatred on her father who "refused to change despite repeated warnings". Relying on this hatred, she could barely keep herself alive and no longer rely on sleeping pills to sleep every night. The couple who were once a match made in heaven have now become strangers separated by a blood feud.
Because their parents were at odds, the siblings occasionally kept in touch, but not closely. Eight-year-old Ji Xilin once walked 80 kilometers to visit her mother and brother, but her mother showed no joy at her arrival. She only felt deep disgust at the face that bore a 50% resemblance to her father. Ji Xilin stopped visiting her brother after that, and only occasionally visited his school, gazing at him from a distance or bringing him food. After her brother entered high school, the two of them mostly corresponded through letters, and the topics they discussed were very limited. For example, she knew that her brother had been heartbroken in college because he had lost someone he loved, but she had no idea who that girl was or what she looked like. Even when Tong Zhaoyang joined Xinli, she only found out after meeting him that he had been recommended by Mo Daoyan.
A day without seeing each other feels like three autumns. They couldn't even count how many tens of millions of autumns had passed. Ji Xilin was so excited that he wanted to invite his brother to dinner at home. Tong Zhaoyang was raised by his mother alone. Although he knew that his father's resentment and grievances were no less than anyone else's, he still couldn't be a "good son" to his father. That would be a betrayal to his mother. Therefore, he could only have a long talk with his sister in the company cafeteria for more than two hours. It was already past nine o'clock in the evening when he got off work.
Judging from the time, he and Mo Daoyan's wife should have passed each other.
Tong Zhaoyang followed Mo Daoyan to the laboratory, holding the bowl of wontons as if he was holding a hot potato: "Sorry to bother you, I didn't know your wife was here, I'll put the food here, you can eat it when you are hungry..."
Mo Daoyan took the wonton and said, "Excuse me."
"That's not true. Food, sex, and nature are all part of human nature. But you're working too many overtime. My sister said you haven't been home in a month or so. Anyway, try to go back if you can. Seeing people every day is a different experience than not seeing them."
"Zhaoyang, you're married? You're so experienced."
"Human emotions are universal. Let's not talk about it for now. Go in quickly and don't keep us waiting."
"She's leaving soon to work the night shift at the newspaper office. By the way, her name is Tong Yufei. I'll introduce you to her formally some other day."
"Tong Yufei... your wife's name is Tong Yufei?"
"Single winter, the language of language, the non-right of right and wrong... What's the problem?"
"There's a professor in the Law Department at the University of Hong Kong with the same name, and he's older than us all combined."
"China is so big, it's not surprising that there are people with the same name and surname."
Tong Zhaoyang adjusted his glasses, his eyes flickering behind the lenses: "Yeah, it's not surprising to have the same name."
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