[Female students from arts schools] (103)

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Chapter 103. A Tough Guy with a Tender Heart: The roughness, the wildness, the lust and greed of men were all

vividly displayed in Qiao Minguo. But for some reason, I didn't find such men scary, because

everything they did was simply their nature. At least they wouldn't resort to despicable methods like drugging women

like .

I silently got out of bed, grabbing the t-shirt and shorts I'd just changed out of. But

then I remembered my underwear was still outside. I blushed, clutching the clothes to my chest, and

quietly put them on in the living room.

Just as I finished putting on my underwear, Qiao Minguo walked out

of the room . He casually sat on the sofa and lit a cigarette.

"Do you hate me?"

he asked, looking at me.

I silently shook my head.

"Why?"

he continued.

I continued to shake my head. "Success requires sacrifice, I understand that."

I said frankly. Yes, for the sake of being the female lead in the second part of "Peerless Beauty," I had to do this.

And this man in front of me simply used the most direct method to have sex with me. To be honest, I

didn't really harbor much hatred. If I truly hated anyone, I would only hate that damned God for giving me

such a miserable life, for stripping me of all dignity.

Qiao Minguo nodded, then suddenly murmured, "My name is Qiao Minguo, and I'm fifty-six years old."

I found it somewhat amusing. Didn't this guy already say that?

But then he continued, "I'm currently the Party Secretary of Jiangnan City. I served in the army and saw

real battlefields. The most precious thing in my life is my camaraderie. My comrades once told me

that a man should love beautiful women. During our years in the military, our favorite topic of conversation was women. You can't

imagine what it's like to not see a woman for two years. I got married at thirty, and three years ago, my wife died of

cancer . Before she died, she only left me with one sentence: 'Old Qiao, find a woman you love and

live a good life.'"

Qiao Minguo's voice suddenly choked up.

I silently watched him and sat down on the sofa opposite him.

"I've always loved my wife. After she died, I thought I would just live out my days like that. But I

slowly realized that a man can't live without a woman. I held back for three years, and finally, I couldn't take it anymore. A month

ago, I went to my wife's grave and told her that I would find a woman again, but I wouldn't be like others,

looking for some shady women who only care about their bodies." "I'll find a woman I have feelings for, a woman I truly love.

Sometimes I wonder, am I doing this right by my wife? But then I realized, I'm not

corrupt, no, I serve my country and its people, and I love my wife even more. But she's gone now, she's just

a pile of dust. So, I have the right to choose again. That's life. What you do while you're alive

is what matters;

once you're dead, it's all gone. I'd rather live this life doing what I love than regret it when I die. That's why I came to you! Because I love you!"

He looked at me with utmost sincerity. At that moment, I was truly moved. I've heard countless confessions, but

few are as touching as Qiao Minguo's. He's a man in his fifties, old enough to be

my father, yet my heart trembled for a moment.

"Will you be my woman?"

he murmured, looking at me.

"I, I..."

I was so nervous I couldn't utter a single word.

He smiled slightly. "Don't worry, if one day you want to get married, if you want to leave me, I won't say

a word against it. I certainly won't use my position to make things difficult for you. I just want

to talk to you, have tea together, and do what men and women should do when we're both feeling empty and lonely."

He remained utterly sincere.

My face burned, my heart pounded wildly, and I clutched the hem of my already-put-on t-shirt,

feeling anxious and hesitant.

He slowly stood up and sat beside me, saying each word clearly, "Everyone has

the right to choose. If you're willing, then so be it. I, Qiao Minguo, won't make things difficult for anyone. However, if you agree,

I can assure you that as long as I, Qiao Minguo, am in this world, I will not allow anyone to bully my

woman. I swear this in the name of a soldier!"

He looked at me with utter sincerity, without a trace of a smile on his face.

Women are strange creatures. In their youthful ignorance, they're only

interested in handsome young men. But as they mature and enter society, they gradually

discover that a man's appearance is secondary. When a man's inner strength is sufficient, you'll find that a

mature man is incredibly charming and captivating.

My heart truly began to tremble. For the first time, I felt a longing; for the first time, the image of

Lin Hai .

I looked at Qiao Minguo, my heart pounding. Suddenly, I impulsively hugged him tightly, kissing his face

passionately , murmuring, "Secretary Qiao, I want it again..."

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