Problem Wife 7

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Chapter Six: Fuzzy Imagination

A woman's intuition possesses an incredible power, often directly touching upon deeply hidden secrets.
Lu Lianbi's trip to Shuimu Mountain made his wife, Luo Jinfeng, very uneasy; her intuition told her that something was amiss.

The problem began the day she saw Qiao Guo at the shop. To be honest, quite a few female customers usually came to "
Qiyuxuan" to see Lu Lianbi , but Luo Jinfeng felt something was off the moment Qiao Guo appeared that day.
That day, Lu Lianbi unusually stood behind the counter closest to the entrance. After Qiao Guo arrived,
the two chatted and laughed, then went into the manager's office and stayed there with the door closed for a long time. Fine, even if this woman is a
customer, she should come to the shop. Did the boss really need to personally accompany her to Shuimu Mountain? Fine, even if this was
a big deal and a trip to Shuimu Mountain was necessary, there was no need for her to get a haircut, shave, change clothes, and tie, all so
polished, to go to a remote mountain village! ...

Lu Lianbi left a message saying he would only stay one night. But by dusk the next day, he
still hadn't appeared. Danqin came home from school complaining of a sore throat. Luo Jinfeng wanted her child to eat
and rest early, so she called Lu Lianbi. He answered the phone, saying he was on his way to some Shuangfeng Mountain
scenic area and wasn't sure if he'd be back that night. Luo Jinfeng felt uneasy. She ate with Danqin first,
then went to bed early.

Danqin took her medicine and fell asleep immediately. Luo Jinfeng, however, tossed and turned, unable to close her eyes.
Lu Lianbi said he was on his way, but who knew if it was true or not? Even if he went to Beijing and told you he was in
Shanghai, how could you know for sure? Maybe he hadn't left at all and was still in Huangyang. Or maybe he
had already returned from Shuimu Mountain but hadn't gone home. Who was he with if he wasn't home? Of course, it was that woman named Qiao Guo.
That woman had delicate skin, fine eyebrows, and delicate eyes; she was as beautiful as a painting. Ten out of ten men would be tempted by her. If
Lu Lianbi didn't go home, where would he sleep with that woman? A hotel? Inconvenient, unsafe—yes, he'd take
that vixen to the West Garden!

That two-bedroom apartment in the West Garden was bought by Lu Lianbi and Luo Jinfeng when they first settled in Huangyang.
Over the years, their business had grown, and Danqin had grown up, making the apartment cramped.
After moving to a new house, they kept the West Garden apartment. Lu Lianbi said it was real estate; keeping it would increase its value,
and besides, people from their hometown often came to visit, so they'd have a place to stay. This was perfect; their hometown hadn't been very convenient, but it was convenient for
him and that vixen!

Thinking of this, Luo Jinfeng could almost see her husband and the vixen embracing and sleeping on that big
bed in the West Garden. Luo Jinfeng's head suddenly felt like it was on fire, and her nose and mouth felt like they were being covered, making it hard to breathe.
Looking at Danqin beside her, her little face rosy and fast asleep, Luo Jinfeng slowly got out of bed.

She hailed a taxi and headed straight for West Garden. When she arrived, Luo Jinfeng checked her watch; it was
past midnight. Looking around, she saw that almost every window in the buildings of West Garden was dark. She
looked closely at the two windows of her own apartment on the first floor at the far west end; they were also completely dark. Luo Jinfeng suddenly
felt a little ridiculous. Could her husband be here? Why was she running around like this in the middle of the night? What was wrong with her?
But since she was already here, she had to check. She couldn't just get out of the taxi, get back in, and turn around and go back.

Luo Jinfeng arrived at her front door and took out her key to open the security door. She inserted the key and turned it a few times,
but it wouldn't turn. Had she taken the wrong key? Using the light, she pulled the key out and examined it carefully. It was the right key.
She inserted it again, but it still wouldn't turn! Luo Jinfeng panicked. She was frantic. Lu Lianbi was indeed inside!

Instead of using her key, she used her hands. "Bang, bang, bang—" The heavy iron gate
pounded like an iron drum in the still night.

Such a loud noise could only be missed by a deaf person.

Luo Jinfeng pounded until her hands hurt, but there was still no response. Frustrated, she pretended not to open the door. "Sorry,
don't blame me for being impolite." This time, she didn't use her hands, but her voice.

"Lu Lianbi, will you open the door or not?"

"Lu Lianbi, come out here!"

...

one shout after another, each louder than the last. The lights upstairs came on, and the lights in the neighbors' houses came on too.
Some heads poked their heads out. She wanted them to see, she wanted them to hear. With an audience and listeners,
Luo Jinfeng shouted even more enthusiastically, "Lu, I know you're in there, open the door!—"

But the iron gate pretended to be deaf and dumb, ignoring her.

Luo Jinfeng suddenly slapped her head, feeling dizzy. This apartment on the first floor had another door at the back!

Luo Jinfeng went around to the back door, turned the key, and the door opened. She ran to the bedroom with practiced ease, turning
on the light. The large bed was covered in signs of a hasty retreat; the quilt was half-rolled up, the pillows and pillowcases
were in disarray, and the sheets were crumpled like used napkins. Luo Jinfeng reached under the covers and felt the warmth inside
. Those two scoundrels, they had just slipped away!

Luo Jinfeng angrily flung her hand away, and the rolled-up quilt seemed to beg for mercy, collapsing to the floor. Then, with a sharp tug,
the sheets slipped off, and the two pillows scrambled to hide under the wardrobe. A soft "thump" sounded, but
Luo Jinfeng still heard it. Looking in the direction of the sound, she saw something that looked like a red ribbon on the floor. Picking it up and examining it
closely , she realized it was a red agate necklace. The agate beads, one by one, resembled glistening, transparent pomegranate seeds.

Well, although they hadn't caught the thief, they'd at least caught the stolen goods. Luo Jinfeng clutched the red agate necklace tightly in
her hand and returned to camp.

Unexpectedly, the camp was already in chaos. Her daughter, Danqin, was sitting at the gate, wrapped in a blanket, her face covered in
snot and tears. Seeing Luo Jinfeng return home, Danqin rushed over, crying, "Mommy, Mommy, where have you been
?"

As soon as Danqin's little face touched hers, Luo Jinfeng sensed something was wrong. Her face was burning hot, like
a hot coal. Luo Jinfeng didn't dare delay and immediately took Danqin to the hospital. The child's temperature was over forty degrees Celsius. The emergency room
doctor diagnosed acute suppurative tonsillitis and immediately admitted Danqin to the hospital.

Lu Lianbi, upon hearing the news after returning to Huangyang, rushed to the hospital to visit her. He pushed open the door to the ward and
immediately saw Danqin lying in a sea of white, her little face deathly pale, all the rosy color gone.
"That's all." Lu Lianbi's heart clenched. He tiptoed over and quietly asked Luo Jinfeng, who was guarding the bedside, "
How's ?" "The fever's gone down, he just fell asleep." Luo Jinfeng waved her hand, stood up, and walked out. Lu Lianbi followed
his wife into the corridor outside the ward.

"When did the fever start?" Lu Lianbi asked.

"Around two o'clock last night."

Lu Lianbi's heart skipped a beat. What a coincidence! At that time, he was making love with Qiao Guo in the car
.

Luo Jinfeng stared into his eyes and said in a strange tone, "Look at you, you look exhausted."

Lu Lianbi tried his best to remain calm and said, "Exhausted, I haven't rested."

Luo Jinfeng said sharply, "Sleeping around everywhere, how can you get proper rest?"

Lu Lianbi was stunned. How could she know everything? Impossible.

"What nonsense are you talking about? What do you mean by 'sleeping in the wild'?"

Luo Jinfeng confidently held the necklace in her hand. "Look, what's this?"

Lu Lianbi examined it carefully and said, "It's red agate, and the quality is quite good."

"Pah, stop pretending," Luo Jinfeng spat. "You locked the front security door, but I can't just
go in through the back door, can I? You ran away, but I have evidence here!"

Before Lu Lianbi could react, Luo Jinfeng had already taken the necklace and returned to the ward, leaving
Lu Lianbi in the corridor.

Lu Lianbi followed, wanting to get some answers, but Luo Jinfeng kept her head buried in her daughter's hospital bed and wouldn't look up.
Luo Jinfeng gone to the West Garden to catch her husband cheating the night before, and then rushed Danqin to the hospital in a panic; she was
exhausted from all that. Seeing his wife's pitiful state, Lu Lianbi could only say, "Feng'er, go home and get some sleep. I
'll stay here and take over for you." Luo Jinfeng thought to herself, whether it's punishment or making amends, he, as her father,
should do his part at times like this. So she looked up and said irritably, "You
can stay here and take care of our daughter, but let me tell you, you have to be more attentive. Don't just focus all your attention on that wicked woman."

Lu Lianbi nodded repeatedly and saw his wife off.

Standing by his daughter's bedside, looking at the child's face, Lu Lianbi felt a pang of sorrow. Danqin had
a high fever , and her little face had become noticeably thinner, her eyes sunken, and her chin pointed. As he looked at her, Lu Lianbi
felt guilty, as if Danqin's illness was truly due to his misdeeds.

As Lu Lianbi was lost in thought, Danqin suddenly opened her eyes. Seeing her father sitting by the bedside, the
child said sensibly, "Dad, are you tired? You should lie down here and sleep." She even
moved her little body closer to the edge of the bed, trying to make room for Lu Lianbi.

Lu Lianbi said, "Don't move, don't move, child, Dad isn't tired at all."

It was a lie to say he wasn't tired. These past two days he'd been driving Qiao Guo around, and the night before, after the car accident, he and Qiao Guo had
played wildly in the car. Right now, he really wanted to lie down and sleep soundly for a long time. But the more tired he was,
the more he felt he should be punished and do more for his daughter.

"Danqin, what do you want to eat? Just tell me, Dad will buy it for you."

Danqin blinked and said, "Dad, I don't want to eat anything. My nails are long, I want you to cut
them ."

Danqin liked to snuggle up to her father; she'd always asked him to cut her nails since she was little. Hearing his daughter say this, Lu Lianbi quickly
took out the nail clippers from his keychain and then took his daughter's hand. Snip, snip, the nail clippers made a soft sound,
and tiny bits of nail clippings fell off. Lu Lianbi's thoughts drifted to Qiao Guo...

"Ouch—" his daughter suddenly cried out, snapping Lu Lianbi back to reality. He had
cut her nails too short; the newly exposed, tender skin was bright red, as if it were about to bleed.

"It hurts so much, it hurts so much—" his daughter's fingers trembled.

"It's Daddy's fault, it's Daddy's fault!" Lu Lianbi quickly put the finger in his mouth.

The hospital room door suddenly opened, and Lu Lianbi was afraid his wife had returned. Turning around, he saw that it
was his friend Deng Feihe who had entered.

"Brother Lu, I heard the child was sick, and since you were at the hospital, I just stopped by to see you." Deng Feihe
said, placing the things he had bought on the bedside table: fruit, chocolate, biscuits, and yogurt.

Lu Lianbi wanted to distract the child and stop her crying, so he said cheerfully, "Oh,
great! So much delicious food! Danqin, what do you want to eat?"

"Yogurt." Danqin had indeed temporarily forgotten the pain in her finger.

Danqin sucked on the straw, concentrating on drinking her yogurt, while the two men talked quietly a little distance away.

"Brother Lu, I've gotten you into trouble. Did your wife tell you she went to the West Garden in the middle of the night?"

"Hmm, no wonder she was angry," Lu Lianbi said with a smile. "Your sister-in-law is convinced that I
was hiding and wouldn't open the door for her."

"Oh dear, this is terrible," Deng Feihe said apologetically. "She was terrified and didn't know
what to do. I told her to open the door, but she absolutely refused. Actually, if I had just opened the door and made up an excuse, it would have been fine.
Now , it's all your fault."

"Don't worry, little brother, don't think so much," Lu Lianbi patted Deng Feihe and comforted him instead.
"Since your older brother gave you the key over there, he can handle these kinds of things."

"Sigh, no matter what, I've still gotten you into a lot of trouble." Deng Feihe was still upset.

Lu Lianbi deliberately changed the subject and said with a grin, "Alright, alright, let your older brother guess
who the 'one' you were with this time was. It's Xia, right?"

Deng Feihe nodded.

"What's Xia's name? What does she do?"

"She only gave me her phone number. She said knowing her surname is Xia and calling her Sister Xia is enough,"

Lu Lianbi said. "I think you've really captivated her this time,"

Deng Feihe said. "Maybe. She's a bit different."

"How so?"

"Her aura. Her presence. Heh, I can't quite put my finger on it."

"That's right, you've captivated her. How long will you be captivated?"

Deng Feihe answered frankly, "I don't know."

"Oh dear, look at what you've done," Lu Lianbi sighed. "You've slept with her and you don't even know
her name. When you're old and think back on it all, you won't even remember her name. Don't you feel
regretful?"

Deng Feihe shook his head with a smile, “There’s nothing to regret. Life is just a process; only
the process itself is real. As for those women,
they are only real when they are with you during this process. When they leave you, they are meaningless to you. I only care about
their existence; what’s the use of remembering those empty names?”

These words came from a vibrant young male, who, standing in
a hospital ward marked by illness and death, only accentuated his radiant health and vitality. He was so carefree, so relaxed, so
untroubled. It seemed that only life and happiness belonged to him, while the darkness of death vanished without
a trace in his light.

Lu Lianbi couldn’t help but wonder why, when he and Qiao Guo enjoyed that extreme pleasure together, he was always unable to escape
a heavy melancholy and a tragic despair.

When they parted, Deng Feihe said somewhat embarrassedly, "Brother Lu, what should I do? There's something
I really need your help with."

"Go ahead. What's there to say between us brothers?"

"After my first time with Sister Xia, I gave her a necklace. It's nothing expensive,
just ordinary red agate. But women value it."

"Hmm." Lu Lianbi nodded knowingly.

"That night, in her haste, Xia left it under her pillow in the West Garden—"

"Oh, I see. Don't worry, I'll give it to you." Lu Lianbi readily agreed.

After Deng Feihe left, Lu Lianbi suddenly wanted to call Qiao Guo. The thought was
irresistible Lu Lianbi took out his phone to dial, Danqin suddenly cried out from her hospital bed, "Ouch, ouch," saying
her fingertip hurt again.

Lu Lianbi quickly put away his phone and put his daughter's finger in his mouth again. His daughter's eyes were very close
to his, her gaze both shallow and deep, seemingly concealing an unfathomable
mystery within its clear transparency.

Lu Lianbi felt a sudden pang of fear. He

had a premonition that his daughter's illness was somehow connected to his "misdeeds." His daughter was ill, and
in her hospital room, he absolutely could not call Qiao Guo—this became a self-imposed taboo for Lu Lianbi.

Bound by this taboo, Lu Lianbi could not restrain his imagination. Qiao Guo's body gradually
materialized before his eyes: slender limbs, a boneless chest and abdomen, skin as white and smooth as cream with
a silken texture, looking like a mollusk from the deep sea…

Like a dog smelling something exciting, Lu Lianbi found his body becoming alertly excited. He
was secretly astonished. Between him and Qiao Guo, there was no affection, not even understanding, yet
their bodies felt an unusual intimacy. It was as if the two bodies had long since separated from their respective
masters, secretly agreeing to an intimate understanding. Just being together—no, even just
thinking about —evoked a possessive desire…
The chorus—why did it stop?

Qiao Guo froze, remembering the scene of Lu Lianbi kissing her under the eaves. Qiao Guo skipped that scene and
moved on to the next. I was at Shuangfeng Mountain Scenic Area, at Wangyue Pavilion, handing the gifts to Liu Renjie.
Standing at Wangyue Pavilion felt like being held on someone's fingertips, being carried to the moon. The moonlight was so white,
the wind around you lifted you up, and you felt like you were becoming an immortal.

How many of you became immortals? That Liu Renjie guy grabbed your hand again, didn't he?

He reached for the gifts, and before he knew it, he was on your hand. What to do? I couldn't let him lose face.
So I just looked at the moon and listened to him recite poetry. It was so late, so very late. Thankfully, Boss Lu called, and I managed to find
an excuse to leave.

What's Mr. Lu like?

A businessman, I guess. He does business with us. And he's quite loyal, too…

Qiao Guo suddenly lost interest in the conversation; she hated herself for speaking like this. She had never been so secretive before
; she had never lied to her husband.

These “never”s were irretrievably lost, like an apple that has been picked and can never grow back on a branch, or
a woman who has given birth and can never become a girl again. Thinking of this, Qiao Guo felt a pang of regret
and a hidden resentment. She hated herself, and she hated the man who had made her this way.

Her husband had finished cooking.

He had put their son to sleep.

He quietly leaned close to Qiao Guo's ear and said, “I want you!” "—"

Qiao Guo had no choice but to agree. She happily agreed and took a shower as if trying to redeem
something . Qiao Guo went into the bathroom wearing her coat, and after showering, she stood in the bathroom and took off her clothes
. Every word and every laugh she had shared with Ruan Weixiong had captivated her, and every
minute and second since their separation had made her feel unbearably lonely. Just as she couldn't live without sunflower seeds, preserved plums, or chocolate, Qiao Guo couldn't live without
longing . Longing made Qiao Guo's mundane life flavorful, full of bittersweetness.

Qiao Guo thought, this is love, and she needs it.

The feeling of love seemed indescribable in words, so she began to write. The words written on paper seemed
more enduring, more thought-provoking, and more poetic than words spoken on the tongue. Finally, one day, Qiao Guo
saw the words "Kiss You" at the end of a letter Ruan Weixiong wrote to her. They were like a bright white eggshell, slowly and wonderfully
unfolding, and a lively chick jumped out—that was her fluffy imagination.

In Qiao Guo's imagination, a kiss was the sweet scent of horsetail; a kiss was
the refracted light on crystal, sparkling and alluring. A kiss was refreshing, sweet. A kiss was a
mysterious thirst, an intoxicating descent… These fantasies of kisses immersed Qiao Guo in indescribable enjoyment
and satisfaction.

The shattering of this imagination was precisely the real kiss Ruan Weixiong gave him. As dusk fell, they
met secretly on the stone steps beside the exhibition hall. They sat for a long, long time, talking endlessly. When they got up to leave
, Qiao Guo's foot slipped on the steps, and his body involuntarily leaned towards Ruan Weixiong beside him.
Ruan Weixiong quickly reached out to steady him, pulling Qiao Guo into his arms. Then, Qiao Guo's nose was suddenly struck,
his lips were pressed hard against his teeth, and a faint sweet, metallic taste appeared on his tongue. There was pleasure, but more…
It was a suffocating tension…

This was a “kiss,” and Qiao Guo truly possessed it. But in this possession, those beautiful
fantasies drifted away from her, like a friend gradually distancing themselves, no longer interacting with her.

Soon, having understood what a kiss was, Qiao Guo had the opportunity to be alone with Ruan Weixiong in a room. It was
a house borrowed from a friend, and they had about three or four hours
to of eternal love; Ruan Weixiong swore to marry her, and Qiao Guo swore to marry him. Those vows were the tickets;
having obtained them, Ruan Weixiong began to undress her. Qiao Guo vaguely thought, this is going to be lovemaking.
For Qiao Guo, lovemaking was a strange and distant place, mysterious and alluring, something to yearn for yet
something to fear.

Layer upon layer of defense, layer upon layer of peeling away, finally, a fatal blow of penetration. The sudden,
sharp pain made Qiao Guo tremble all over, as if a pair of sharp scissors were snip-snip, trying to cut her body apart.
Ruan Weixiong's body trembled, even the sound from his throat trembled.

"Are you... okay?" Ruan Weixiong asked excitedly and joyfully.

"Okay—"

Qiao Guo endured the pain and tried her best to smile. Since he loved her, and since she loved him too, then she should do
this, then she should give this answer.

Over the years, this had become a habit; as long as her husband was satisfied, Qiao Guo was satisfied too. She
didn't know that there was another world to explore in this kind of thing.

It was Lu Lianbi who opened another door for Qiao Guo, making her discover a whole new world in surprise. Qiao Guo
deeply loved her husband, and she thought that even if it was a form of atonement, she should bring that other kind of great pleasure to
the man she loved.

With this feeling, Qiao Guo was determined to reach that new realm when she made love with her husband this time.

Qiao Guo hugged her husband tightly in the quilt, longing for that dizzying feeling. In
the encirclement of her arms, Qiao Guo's fingertips failed to touch. Holding her in her arms was that familiar, round, soft shape, so large
it seemed almost overwhelming. Although Qiao Guo tried her best not to think about it, Lu Lianbi's slender, jade-like body, both firm
and smooth, stubbornly flooded her mind, impossible to shake off. Qiao Guo thought bitterly:
Fine, then I'll use his feeling to make love with my husband!

When her husband entered her, Qiao Guo tried to scream. She wanted to scream convulsively, to scream
freely , just like when she made love with Lu Lianbi last time. But she only screamed once before shutting her mouth.
She felt the scream was baseless, baseless, and unwarranted, sounding artificial.

"What are you screaming for? What's wrong?" her husband asked, looking at her strangely from above.

"Nothing, I just wanted to scream," Qiao Guo tried to hide it. She thought she should bite her husband's shoulder,
like she had done with Lu Lianbi last time, digging her teeth deep into his flesh. But Qiao Guo's
jaws only chattered listlessly before relaxing. She couldn't muster the urge to bite her husband's shoulder
.

It was a familiar exercise; her husband ran unhurriedly, methodically. Qiao Guo responded,
she anticipated it, anticipating that dizzying, life-affirming tremor. Her husband accelerated, he
thrust, a thrust that was steady and even, quickly coming to an end.

“Oh, so good—” her husband murmured, seemingly lost in thought, as he slid down contentedly.

Georgia remained silent. There was no trembling, no dizziness… only a sense of loss, only a feeling of oppression.

Her husband, as usual, quickly fell into a deep sleep, snoring softly. But Georgia could no longer drift
off to sleep as carefree as before. She tossed and turned, wondering what was wrong with her? What was wrong with her body
? She loved her husband, but her body had betrayed her. Her body didn't love her husband; her
body didn't abide by those morals.

Georgia was filled with extreme regret, Georgia with intense resentment. Extremely. She hated herself, she hated Lu Lianbi. She secretly vowed never to see Lu Lianbi again
in this life.

The next day, Qiao Guo went to the company. She walked into the sales department's office and was surprised to
see a strange woman
standing in front of the desk opposite her. The woman had golden hair, and a short, shiny black leather skirt that tightly hugged her round, plump buttocks. Her pantyhose were cream-colored, making her legs look as smooth as cheese. She wore a
crop top with zebra stripes, and the eye in the center of her belly was small and eerie. Qiao Guo was stunned. The woman suddenly
spoke, "Hey, what are you staring at? Don't you recognize me? —" Qiao
Guo then recognized Dai Yunhong and exclaimed in surprise, "Wow, you've become so beautiful!"

Dai said, "Changed what? I just changed my clothes. A friend gave them to me." "

It turns out that yesterday Dai Yunhong attended her high school girlfriend's wedding, serving as her bridesmaid. Like Dai Yunhong, her
girlfriend was also a sheltered young woman, unknown to the world. It's said that because she wore this
outfit and dressed like this, a man proposed to her in less than six months.

Qiao Guo laughed and said, 'You're so beautiful, I'd marry you too.'

Dai Yunhong said, 'Hmph, if I can't find a man who loves me, I'll just close my eyes and
marry any man I find.'

Qiao Guo went along with her, 'That's great, maybe you'll get lucky.' Dai Yunhong winked self-deprecatingly, 'I just wonder, would n't it be painful

to make love with a man you don't love ?' 　　Qiao Guo involuntarily thought of her husband and Lu Lianbi, and blurted out, 'Making love with a man you don't love doesn't necessarily mean it 'll be bad, and making love with a man you love doesn't necessarily mean it'll be good…' 　　Dai Yunhong stared at Qiao Guo's eyes in surprise and said, 'That's so insightful! Sister Qiao, have you had any experience with this?'" Qiao Guo blushed instantly. " 　　What nonsense! You were researching men and women, weren't you? I was just helping you with your research, and you really don't appreciate it—" 　　She raised her hand to hit him. The two laughed and joked as An Shaofu pushed open the door and walked in. 　　"Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing? Practicing martial arts in the office building?" 　　Dai Yunhong said. "We're practicing literature, debating an issue."

An Shaofu said, "Oh, so you women argue with your hands?"

Qiao Guo said, "Dai Yunhong, the man's here, why don't you ask him?"

"Okay, go ahead. Little Dai, what do you want to ask?" An Shaofu's buttocks slammed heavily on the leather swivel chair,
his eyes fixed on Dai Yunhong. He looked at her as if it were the first time he'd ever seen her.

For a moment, Dai Yunhong was speechless under his gaze.

Qiao Guo then relayed Dai Yunhong's words, "President An, Little Dai is asking, is it uncomfortable to have sex with a man you don't love?
"

"Hmm, I can't talk about women's issues, I can only talk about men. Men don't necessarily have to have sex with
women they go to a sauna, get a massage, pick up a girl, and it's not about love or anything, as long as
she's young and pretty."

Dai Yunhong wasn't going to back down, of course, she wanted to give Qiao Guo a piece of her mind, "Qiao Guo told me that having sex with a man you don't love
doesn't necessarily mean it's bad, and having sex with a man you love doesn't necessarily mean it's good, President An, don't you think that's true?"

"Really? I have no experience in this area." An Shaofu turned his gaze to Qiao Guo and said
with a meaningful smile, "I'll treat you to lunch today, and I also want to formally become your apprentice."

Qiao Guo said, "Mr. An is a master, perhaps Dai and I should invite you to a formal apprenticeship ceremony another day."

An Shaofu said, "Jokes aside, I'm seriously inviting Qiao Guo to lunch today."

Dai Yunhong pouted and said, "Mr. An, you need a reason to invite our Qiao Guo."

An Shaofu said, "Qiao Guo succeeded immediately. Mayor Liu spoke to the Planning Bureau, and they agreed to let us
pay a symbolic fine, so Tianshiyuan can continue construction."

Qiao Guo breathed a sigh of relief, thinking to herself, "This Liu Renjie is really helpful."

“Xiao Qiao, I think I should treat this guest,” An Shaofu praised Qiao Guo, but his eyes were fixed on Dai Yunhong
’s crop top. “Hey, hey, Xiao Dai, you’re coming to lunch too. This celebration is for your business department,
you get a share too.”

As soon as An Shaofu left, the two girlfriends started joking again.

Dai Yunhong said, “Hey, Sister Qiao, look how much President An values you.”

Qiao Guo said, “I can tell, he’s got his eye on you.”

Dai Yunhong pouted and said fiercely, “Look at President An’s teeth, I’m afraid I’ll have to
brush my teeth for ten days after kissing him once.”

As they were teasing each other, Qiao Guo’s cell phone rang. Qiao Guo touched the phone
, subconsciously thinking, “Is it Lu Lianbi calling? He should be calling.

” Thinking this, Qiao Guo realized that although she had made up her mind never to see him again, she was still waiting for his
call. Realizing her own thoughts, Qiao Guo was very annoyed, so she resolutely
took her hand off the phone.

"Hey, why aren't you answering the phone?" Dai Yunhong asked, puzzled.

Dai Yunhong's comment gave Qiao Guo an excuse: "Yeah, yeah, even if I do
n't want to see you , I should still answer the phone." She pressed the call button, but Liu Renjie's voice came through.

"Hey, Qiao, I'm calling you, you don't mind, do you?"

"Of course not," Qiao Guo replied cheerfully; after all, Liu Renjie had just helped her a lot. "What's
up?"

"Nothing much, just wanted to hear your voice." It was a deep, resonant voice, like a cello,
making every bone in her body vibrate.

Yes, the other person's voice was very appealing.

Dai Yunhong grinned and leaned closer, but Qiao Guo quickly waved her hand. Dai Yunhong winked and made a
funny , then tactfully left.

"Qiao? Are you listening?" Liu Renjie said on the phone.

"Hmm."

"I was in a bad mood last night."

"Why?"

"Yes, Xiao Qiao. You don't know, I'm actually very lonely, very isolated. 'Beside the broken bridge outside the post station, lonely plum blossoms bloom
without an owner. It's already dusk, and I'm alone in sorrow, further burdened by wind and rain.' The wind is blowing, the rain is pounding, and beside the small bridge, the ownerless
plum blossoms bloom lonely. Alas, dusk has come, and I'm just sitting there, feeling sad..."

Qiao Guo's heart sank. She seemed to see the plum branch standing alone in the cold wind and rain. Qiao Guo tried to
speak in a light tone, "Where's my sister-in-law? Won't you let her keep you company?"

"She," came a laughing voice on the other end of the phone, "went to see a movie."

"Then why didn't you go?"

"I'm not interested. I'll stay home and read books, practice calligraphy."

"That's good." Qiao Guo said dryly.

"It would be so nice if you were here, a beautiful woman adding fragrance to my reading at night—" The other person suddenly became emotional, "Xiao Qiao, if you
were sitting beside me, in the Duanxi blue-and-white inkstone, the glossy black ink exuding its fragrance, in the Jingdezhen purple-glazed cup, the emerald green
tea wafting its aroma, in the quiet of the night, you and I would be together..."

In that alluring voice, Qiao Guo vaguely seemed to see that study, saw the Duanxi blue-and -white inkstone
and the Jingdezhen purple-glazed cup. Wisps of steam drifted before her eyes, her lungs filled with the fragrant aroma of ink and tea.

"Xiao Qiao, I've taken up your time, let's stop here. I don't know why I wanted to tell you, but
it's so pleasant to tell you. You are my confidante, my soulmate."

After hanging up, the emotion and the mood lingered, as if she were still immersed in it.

Qiao Guo thought about it and felt strange. How come she was captivated by what that person said on the phone, and
unconsciously yielded? What "reading by lamplight with added fragrance," what "confidante"
—what ? How could I be his confidante? But listening to him talk, it really does seem like I am his confidante.
Quietly listening to him speak, quietly listening to him chat, I'm truly willing to do so.

There's something unbelievable about this.

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