[Urban] Urban Special Forces (My Perfect Wives) (Complete) - 8

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After the escort girl (Part 4), Liu Fen collapsed onto the bed, exhausted, and fell into a deep sleep. Zhang Zilong got dressed and kissed the girl who looked heartbroken on the face. He got dressed, walked out of the room, and came to the VIP room in front. He pushed open the door and saw that all three of them were there. When they saw Zhang Zilong come in, Zhao Jun and A Qiang's eyes were instantly filled with disappointment and they collapsed onto the sofa. Only Zhu Shi smiled and said to Zhang Zilong, "Brother, you made your brothers proud. I told you you could last two hours, but they didn't believe me."

Zhang Zilong didn't understand. He saw Zhao Jun pointing his thumb at Zhang Zilong and saying, "You're awesome, Zilong. This time, we've really lost to this kid Zhu Shi. We bet you could only last one hour, but this kid insisted that you could last two hours. So, we lost 200,000 to this kid."

Zhang Zilong shook his head helplessly. Those girls over there were selling their bodies for 200,000 yuan to save their fathers, while these rich kids were asking for 200,000 yuan for their utterly pointless sexual desires. Money, sometimes, really is a devil.

"Haha, if I wanted to, five hours wouldn't be a problem," Zhang Zilong said, and instantly a teacup and cigarette case flew towards him.

After having lunch with Zhao Jun and the others, Zhang Zilong bid farewell to Zhu Shi and walked alone on the street. He encountered Liu Fen, and suddenly thought of his parents. Zhang Zilong didn't really hate his father, but his strong will prevented him from living under his father's disdainful gaze. He hadn't seen his parents for so many years and missed them terribly. Unconsciously, he arrived at the municipal government compound. This compound wasn't the government's office building, but rather the residence of twenty government officials. His home was the apartment on the second floor of the third building. Because it was a government staff housing complex, security was extremely tight. Without an access pass and the owner's escort, entry was impossible. Zhang Zilong didn't want his parents to know he was in T City, so he knew he couldn't enter through the main gate. But this didn't deter Zhang Zilong. Even the White House in the United States, if he really wanted to, wouldn't be impossible to enter. Zhang Zilong evaded one surveillance camera after another. Zhang Zilong leaped into the residential area from a corner tower. Looking around, he saw nothing had changed in eight years. Arriving at his building, he saw the clothes drying on the second-floor balcony and felt a surge of emotion, almost to the point of tears. No one would believe he was poor. His father, despite being an official for so many years, had never been found to have any financial problems. But in this era, an honest official could only remain at the village level; the higher the rank, the bigger the problems. Without problems, one couldn't be promoted. It was impossible for Zhang Zilong's father, from a humble background, to rise to the position of mayor of T City without any shady dealings. However, Zhang Zilong knew his father was extremely shrewd and wouldn't leave any room for criticism. The family owned no house, only a government-allocated apartment, with no extravagant furnishings or car. Anyone who didn't know better would assume they were just a laid-off worker's family. This was the secret to how Zhang Zilong's father had remained a government official for so many years without any issues. His father's actions were a cover-up, while his mother's were driven by her true nature. In Zhang Zilong's memory, his mother was the kind of good wife who was both elegant and domestic, at least in his memory. He wondered if his mother was home at this moment.

Zhang Zilong followed the drainpipe and quickly climbed to the second floor. There was a safety net on the second floor, so he couldn't get onto the balcony. Zhang Zilong went to the kitchen. He grabbed onto the kitchen windowsill with both hands, stood on the windowsill, and then grabbed the skylight of the adjacent toilet. He squeezed through the skylight and got in. This house was built more than ten years ago, so it was very easy to get in. If it were a modern house, it would probably take some effort.

The furnishings in the house were still the same as before. Zhang Zilong quietly probed and listened. There was no breathing. He guessed that his father was at work, and his mother was either visiting neighbors or playing mahjong. Zhang Zilong looked in all the corners of the house. There were no medicine boxes or anything like that, which proved that his parents were in good health and had no problems. Zhang Zilong immediately felt relieved.

The house was spotless, typical of Zhang Zilong's mother. Entering his parents' room, everything was as usual, except for a pair of reading glasses on his father's desk. Time waits for no one. On the bedside table, a photograph stood out clearly—a picture of Zhang Zilong from ten years ago. What did it mean to be placed there? It meant his mother was constantly thinking of her son. Tears instantly streamed down Zhang Zilong's face. He went to his own room and looked around. All these years later, the furnishings remained the same, and everything was spotless. Zhang Zilong sat at home for half an hour, smoking two cigarettes. He felt relieved that his parents were alright. He retraced his steps, went downstairs, returned to the little nest he'd sponsored for himself, and collapsed onto the bed to sleep.

He didn't know how much time had passed, only that he was woken by a phone call. Zhang Zilong answered; he didn't recognize the number. "Hello, who is this?" he asked.

"Are you Zhang Zilong?" a somewhat familiar female voice came through.

"Yes, it's me. Who are you?"

"It really is you, Zhang Zilong. You big jerk, you left without even saying goodbye."

This time, Zhang Zilong knew who it was. The familiar voice could only belong to Yang Ling.

"Hehe, I was just afraid that when we parted, you'd cry your eyes out and I'd feel bad. So here you are, leaving without a word."

"You're such a jerk! You just left like that! You promised to treat me to dinner, and you left before you even did, without even saying goodbye. Are you planning to renege on your promise?"

"Do you think I, Zhang Zilong, am that kind of person? Just tell me the time and place, and I'll treat you even if I have to sell myself!"

"You act all pitiful. The more you play the victim, the more I'll rip you off. Don't regret it later."

"I definitely won't regret it. If I do, it'll be for you. " "

You'll die if you don't start flirting later."

"Well, what can I do? You're so beautiful, I can't resist taking advantage of you. Oh, by the way, how did you get my number? I just changed it."

"Hehe, didn't expect me to be so resourceful, did you? Let me tell you, even if you run to the ends of the earth, I'll find you. Trying to skip out on the bill? No way!"

"Did I say I was going to skip out on the bill? Stop changing the subject, tell me how you got my number."

"Haha, I asked Boss Wang for help. Boss Wang only found out you changed your number when he called you, so he called your boss and that's how he got your phone number."

"You're really something. By the way, how's Sister Xia today?" Thinking of Wang Xia, Zhang Zilong felt a pang of heartache. He regretted leaving this fairy-like girl.

"Nothing much, it's just that I'm not as happy as you were those few days. Don't change the subject, are you trying to skip out on the bill? Let me tell you, tonight, Juedemen..."

He checked the time; it was already five o'clock. He remembered promising Lin Wanqing he would pick her up, and said helplessly to Yang Ling, "I'm sorry, Yang Ling, I have something to do tonight, and I have a mission abroad tomorrow. I probably won't be free for a while. How about this, here's your phone, right? I'll call you as soon as I get back to China and ask you out, okay? Don't be silent, I won't skip out on the bill. Besides, didn't you say that even if I run away to the ends of the earth, you'll find me?"

Yang Ling was clearly a little disappointed. After chatting with Yang Ling for a while, Zhang Zilong hung up, casually threw on a bodyguard's uniform, went out, got on his motorcycle, and headed to the company.

[48] The escort girl (5)

arrived at the company. Zhang Zilong checked his watch; it wasn't time to leave work yet. He patted his chest and breathed a sigh of relief. He had finally made it. Otherwise, Zhang Zilong really didn't know what that young lady, who could change her face so easily, would do to him. He knocked on Lin Wanqing's office door, pushed it open

, and went in. Lin Wanqing blushed instantly when she saw Zhang Zilong, her shyness beyond words, but she was mostly happy. At least she thought that Zhang Zilong cared about her a lot. "Zilong, you're here. Please sit down. Wait a moment, let me finish reading this contract before we leave," Lin Wanqing said gently, her eyes radiating boundless affection.

"It's alright, Sister Qing, I can wait," Zhang Zilong said modestly. To be honest, he was still not used to Lin Wanqing speaking to him so softly; it felt particularly awkward.

After quickly signing a few words on the paper, Lin Wanqing stretched languidly and said to Zhang Zilong, "Let's go. Wait, Zilong, are you dressed like this?"

Zhang Zilong looked at his bodyguard uniform with suspicion and said, "What's wrong? Sister Qing, shouldn't bodyguards dress like this?"

"Oh dear, you're such a blockhead! Who wants you to be my bodyguard? I want you to be my date," Lin Wanqing said dejectedly.

"Ah, a male companion??" Zhang Zilong was genuinely surprised. He had assumed Lin Wanqing wanted him to be her bodyguard. He then said somewhat awkwardly, "This outfit is fine as a male companion, at least it's a suit."

Lin Wanqing looked defeated, and without another word, grabbed Zhang Zilong's hand and pulled him outside. Although Zhang Zilong was also a little embarrassed, he couldn't very well be a man and say things like "men and women shouldn't touch each other" since the girl hadn't said anything. More importantly, in Zhang Zilong's mind, this woman was unpredictable, and one of the people he absolutely couldn't offend. So, despite the whispers and pointing fingers from his colleagues outside, he could only grit his teeth and endure it.

Just as Lin Wanqing was pulling Zhang Zilong downstairs in a flurry, Xie Yunqing opened the office door. Seeing Lin Wanqing holding Zhang Zilong's hand, she smiled kindly, then closed the door and took out her phone.

"Sister Qing, where are we going?" Zhang Zilong asked Lin Wanqing in the underground parking lot.

"Get in the car, you'll know when we get there," Lin Wanqing smiled mysteriously at Zhang Zilong, then pushed him into the car despite his objections, got into the driver's seat, started the engine, and drove out of the parking lot.

Finally, the car stopped on the most bustling commercial pedestrian street in T City. Looking at the chaotic pedestrian street, Zhang Zilong asked Lin Wanqing in confusion, "Sister Qing, are you buying clothes?"

"You're half right. Not only am I buying, but you're buying too. Get out of the car," Lin Wanqing said without another word, pulling Zhang Zilong out of the car.

"Sister Qing, why don't you buy it? I don't need to buy anything. I have clothes at home. You can buy it here, and I'll go home and change before coming back." Zhang Zilong's heart skipped a beat. The clothes here were notoriously expensive. Zhang Zilong wasn't afraid of the price; he didn't have a strong concept of money. However, right now he couldn't even scrape together a hundred yuan. Losing face in front of the beautiful woman would be a big problem!

"No way! We're already here, let's just take a look. This is the best place to buy clothes in T City. We're already here, let's just take a look." Lin Wanqing was a little angry. "Let's

look, let's look, then let's take a good look, hehe." The consequences of the beautiful woman getting angry were serious. Zhang Zilong could only agree with a smile. But he felt his face was cramping from smiling. He had to find a reason not to buy anything later.

There were boutiques everywhere, and the signs on each storefront were so dazzling and noble. Unfortunately, Zhang Zilong didn't recognize any of them.

Lin Wanqing pulled Zhang Zilong into a boutique, which was, of course, quite luxurious inside.

"Sir, Madam, welcome to our store. How can we help you?" the saleswoman greeted them warmly.

"He wants to buy an outfit, can you take us to the men's section?" Lin Wanqing said to her.

"Okay, please follow me." The saleswoman gave them a very sweet smile and led them to the men's section.

There were indeed a lot of clothes here, and they looked much more expensive than those at the street stalls. But the more expensive they looked, the colder Zhang Zilong's heart became.

"Zilong, what do you think of this one?" Lin Wanqing pointed to a piece of clothing and said to Zhang Zilong. Zhang Zilong walked over and glanced at the price. Good heavens, 7999! So expensive, outrageous! I can't even afford a fraction of that," Zhang Zilong exclaimed.

"This outfit doesn't suit me. Look at that gray color, it makes me look old, doesn't it?" Zhang Zilong quickly found fault.

"Hmm, the color is a bit old-fashioned, but it makes you look more mature! Okay, since you don't like it, let's change the color!" Lin Wanqing beckoned to the saleswoman.

"Do you have any other colors for this style?"

"Yes, what color do you want? We have white, blue, and red."

Seriously? So many colors? Zhang Zilong complained.

"Zilong, which color do you think is better?"

"Uh, well, I suddenly feel like I don't really like this brand. Maybe we should go to another store?" Zhang Zilong racked his brains for an excuse.

"You don't like it? This is a top international brand! If you don't like it, we'll go to another store!" Lin Wanqing led Zhang Zilong to the store next door. Zhang Zilong thought this store would definitely be cheaper than the last one! He glanced at the price of a shirt and was stunned—9899! Even more expensive! He quickly told Lin Wanqing that he didn't like it either. So they went to the next store, and they walked around like this for several hours. Lin Wanqing led Zhang Zilong to every shop on the pedestrian street, but Zhang Zilong always made excuses to avoid going. Finally, Lin Wanqing couldn't hold back any longer. Even a fool could see that something was wrong with Zhang Zilong. Did he really look like he was here to buy clothes? Zhang Zilong himself had doubts, let alone Lin Wanqing.

"Zhang Zilong, what's wrong with you? It's impossible that you haven't found a single piece of clothing you like after looking at so many! I've never seen you so picky about clothes before!" Lin Wanqing said angrily.

"Uh, well, Sister Qing, actually, it's not that the clothes here are bad, it's just that I don't have any money!" Zhang Zilong said in a voice softer than a mosquito's buzz. His old face turned bright red. For a man, admitting he had no money in front of a woman was more painful than saying "I'm impotent."

"Pfft, Zilong, I forgot to tell you, I'm asking you to come with me to a banquet today, so I planned to buy you a dress!"

"You're buying it? That's no small amount! No way, how can I let you buy me clothes? Besides, I really don't need any more clothes!" Zhang Zilong was very surprised.

"Oh dear, why are you so long-winded? Anyway, I'm definitely going to get you an outfit today," she said, pushing Zhang Zilong into a nearby boutique. She found the outfit she had just seen and really liked.

"Zilong, try it on."

Zhang Zilong glanced at the price: 28,888.

"Sister Qing, let's forget it. Why would I need you to give me an outfit? Besides, it's my honor to accompany you to the banquet. Let's go.

" "No way! I said I'd give you an outfit, so go try it on." She pushed Zhang Zilong into the fitting room without a second thought and shoved the outfit into his hands.

Zhang Zilong had no choice but to try it on. He was very careful, afraid of damaging the clothes—each button cost hundreds of yuan!

After putting it on, Zhang Zilong felt a surge of energy. The outfit fit perfectly and was very comfortable. He then opened the door and went outside. When Lin Wanqing saw Zhang Zilong, her eyes widened in disbelief. Zhang Zilong was puzzled, wondering if it was really that exaggerated. He turned around and looked at himself in the mirror. Good heavens! Clothes really do make the man; there's a reason this thing is so expensive. In the mirror, Zhang Zilong, over 1.8 meters tall, with a robust physique and handsome, resolute face, looked incredibly elegant in this expensive suit. He seemed less sunny than before and more mature and masculine.

"Zilong, this suit really suits you."

"It suits me, but the price is too high, isn't it? I still don't think it's good; it's uncomfortable." Zhang Zilong said, reluctantly taking it off.

"Zilong, don't worry about the money, really, it's nothing to me. Don't take it to heart, okay? Besides, we're already like this, can't I even give you a piece of clothing?"

This kind of relationship? What kind of relationship are we? Zhang Zilong was completely baffled by Lin Wanqing's meaning. He thought, what other relationship could we have besides boss and employee? Was she going to buy me clothes as an employee benefit? But he'd never seen clothes given as employee benefits before! Just as Zhang Zilong was feeling extremely frustrated, Lin Wanqing pressed him, and Zhang Zilong had no choice but to obey her. He painfully threw the original outfit into the trash and came out wearing this new one.

"Sister Qing, this outfit is really too expensive. You gave it to me so easily, but I'm uncomfortable wearing it. Maybe we should just go back and return it?"

"How can I return it now that I've already bought it? Don't feel uneasy. It's only right that I give you a gift. Just remember me, especially in France. You must wear this dress at all times so you can always think of me. Let me tell you, that Linda is a complete slut. If you dare not resist her temptation, I'll never forgive you."

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[49] Escort Girl (Six)

Although Zhang Zilong found this strange, he didn't think too much about it because of his low EQ. He replied haphazardly, "Okay, I will."

"I believe you. You look really handsome in this outfit," Lin Wanqing said involuntarily as she looked at Zhang Zilong.

Being praised so much by a beautiful woman in front of him made Zilong really embarrassed, and his old face turned red.

"Really? Hehe, aren't you buying clothes yourself?" Zhang Zilong didn't want to continue the conversation and changed the subject.

"Oh right, I forgot. Wait here for me, I'll go pick out an outfit, I'll be right back." After saying that, Lin Wanqing went into the women's clothing section. Zhang Zilong, very self-aware, followed her in. They had pants there, and he didn't want to make a fool of himself.

Zhang Zilong stood outside the store, smoked a cigarette, and looked around. Lin Wanqing hadn't come back. After Zhang Zilong smoked five cigarettes on and off, Lin Wanqing finally emerged slowly from the store.

Stunning! Absolutely stunning! Lin Wanqing in her evening gown looked completely different from usual. Usually, she looked like a proper professional woman, but now, in this evening gown, she was so noble and elegant. It made her seem a little unapproachable. So mature, Zhang Zilong could hardly believe his eyes.

There's a saying: "People don't look good without makeup, but once they're dressed up, they look completely different" (or "They're just average"). Lin Wanqing, with her makeup on, was stunningly beautiful. Zhang Zilong didn't know how to describe it; she was breathtakingly beautiful! Zhang Zilong felt that going out with her like this, he didn't know if he'd come back alive. The "jealous" looks from lecherous men could kill!

"Do I look good?" Lin Wanqing asked, twirling around in place, lifting the hem of her evening gown.

"You look good," Zhang Zilong replied woodenly, feeling his mouth go dry.

"Hehe, thank you, let's go, it'll start soon." Yang Ling, wearing an evening gown, couldn't drive, so the responsibility of driving fell to Zhang Zilong. Following Lin Wanqing's directions, Zhang Zilong drove to a large villa in the suburbs and stopped. A valet immediately came to open the door.

Looking at the magnificent villa, Zhang Zilong felt a little intimidated. Whose villa was this? It was even bigger than Zhao Wenhao's! Zhang Zilong swore he had never seen such a luxurious villa in his memory. Just who was the owner?

Lin Wanqing came over and naturally took Zhang Zilong's arm, saying, "Zilong, stop looking, let's go in, or we'll be late!"

The doorman led them into the villa, where the hall was already bustling with people. Everyone was holding red wine, chatting in small groups. The men were dressed in sharp suits, and most of the women were in evening gowns; they all looked wealthy and powerful.

After Zhang Zilong and Lin Wanqing entered, many people came over to greet them.

"Miss Lin, hello!"

"Hello, Mr. Li, Mr. Wang!" Lin Wanqing greeted these managers and executives warmly. At this moment, Zhang Zilong, as Lin Wanqing's companion, felt extremely awkward because no one recognized him and no one paid him any attention.

"Oh, Miss Lin, it's been so long!"

"Yes, Miss Lin, you've become so much more beautiful!"

A large group of women came over to greet Lin Wanqing.

"Oh, not at all, you're all joking!"

"Miss Lin, who is this?" A woman wearing an off-the-shoulder dress that revealed most of her breasts pointed at Zhang Zilong and asked Lin Wanqing.

"This is Zhang Zilong, my date tonight." Lin Wanqing said, taking Zhang Zilong's arm. Although Lin Wanqing really wanted to say that Zhang Zilong was her boyfriend, in this extremely materialistic upper-class society, she wasn't afraid of the impact on her own reputation if she publicly declared that Zhang Zilong was her boyfriend. She was mainly worried about the impact on Zhang Zilong's reputation. After all, Zhang Zilong was penniless at the moment, and being with Lin Wanqing would easily lead people to associate him with words like gigolo and kept woman.

"Oh, you're Miss Lin's date, Mr. Chang, hello!" The woman extended her hand and shook hands with Zhang Zilong.

"This is President Wang." Lin Wanqing introduced.

"Why are you all calling me 'General Manager'? Can't you be a little different? You're confusing Zhang Zilong!

" "Hello, General Manager Wang!" Zhang Zilong shook hands with her.

"Mr. Zhang, you're so handsome! You and Miss Lin are a match made

in heaven!" This woman is so gossipy; feelings are the hardest thing to judge with your eyes. However, Lin Wanqing was actually quite happy to hear her words. Being called a perfect match with the person she liked was incredibly exciting for a woman. Of course, Zhang Zilong was also a little happy. Men are all a bit materialistic; saving face is a male trait. Being able to have an ambiguous relationship with such a stunning beauty as Lin Wanqing was an honor for Zhang Zilong! Of course, the premise was that he had absolutely no idea what Lin Wanqing's feelings for him were.

"Really? Hehe, General Manager Wang, you're quite the joker!" Lin Wanqing replied with a smile, neither confirming nor denying, her face slightly flushed.

"Miss Lin, hello!" A man's voice came, a voice that Zhang Zilong recognized slightly. At this moment, the man approached Lin Wanqing.

Was it him? It was Qin Feng! Seeing this guy leading the attack on him, only to nearly kill Zhao Yazhi by accident, Zhang Zilong laughed heartily. This kid's luck was truly incredible.

"So it's President Qin, long time no see!" Lin Wanqing said with a faint smile.

Zhang Zilong noticed him, and Qin Feng turned around and saw Zhang Zilong too. Seeing Zhang Zilong standing next to Lin Wanqing, Qin Feng's eyes widened in confusion. Although he felt a burning desire for Zhang Zilong, he was mostly surprised. Last time, Zhang Zilong was sitting intimately with Zhao Yazhi in front of Old Master Zhao; how did he suddenly get involved with Lin Wanqing? If that was true, dealing with this kid would require careful consideration. Offending both the Zhao and Lin families simultaneously—even with the greatest courage, he wouldn't dare. Qin Feng was momentarily stunned.

"Mr. Zhang is here too! I really didn't expect that. Please don't take the misunderstanding between us last time to heart. Next time, I'll treat you to a proper apology," he said to Zhang Zilong warmly,

as if we were old friends.

"Mr. Qin is joking. It's not a misunderstanding. Mr. Qin just had a misunderstanding with Miss Zhao. I'm just an outsider," Zhang Zilong said with a sly smile.

"You... Alright, alright, then I'll definitely have a good drink with Mr. Zhang sometime. Hehe!" Qin Feng immediately revealed a sinister expression.

"I'll be waiting for you anytime!" Zhang Zilong said with a smile.

Qin Feng exchanged a few more polite words with Lin Wanqing and then left.

"You and him have a history?" Lin Wanqing asked Zhang Zilong.

"It's not a history. Last time this kid tried to assassinate Zhao Yazhi, I happened to be with Zhao Yazhi, so his plan failed," Zhang Zilong said casually. "

Do you think I'm stupid? Even if Qin Feng had a lot of guts, he wouldn't dare to mess with the Zhao family. Now is the time for him to try to make a good impression on his father. Do you think he'd be stupid enough to go head-to-head with the Zhao family and give the position of family head to his sister? Last time he was targeting the soft-hearted one, it was definitely you. You better explain yourself," Lin Wanqing glared at Zhang Zilong.

Zhang Zilong thought to himself, "This woman is too clever; she's not easily fooled." He gave Lin Wanqing a thumbs-up and then recounted in detail how he had ridiculed Qin Feng at the restaurant last time.

"No wonder," Lin Wanqing said with concern, "that Qin guy is a vengeful person. I'm sure his revenge against you won't stop. Why don't we find an opportunity for me to talk to him

?" "Talk about what? You want me to beg him? Please, don't hold a grudge against a lowly bodyguard like me! Let him take his revenge if he wants!" Zhang Zilong said somewhat unhappily.

Lin Wanqing knew her words had hurt Zhang Zilong's pride, so she softened her tone and said, "I'm not saying you're afraid. Isn't there an old saying that it's easy to dodge a sword but hard to guard against a hidden arrow?"

"Haha, you probably don't know another saying, which is that a barefoot person isn't afraid of someone wearing shoes. Qin Feng is a dignified young master from a wealthy family, while I, Zhang Zilong, am a complete pauper, penniless, a bachelor without even a wife. Why would I be afraid of him?" Zhang Zilong said jokingly.

"Yes, you're a bachelor, you have nothing, you have no attachments. Then tell me, what am I? Zhang Zilong, you're a real piece of work." Lin Wanqing said, shaking off Zhang Zilong's sleeve and leaving, leaving Zhang Zilong staring blankly at Lin Wanqing's back.

[50] Escort Girl (Seven)

Isn't this woman a bit abnormal? This was Zhang Zilong's first thought.

"What's so great about her?" Zhang Zilong cursed, picked up a glass of red wine from the waiter, and sat down in a corner. The more he thought about it, the more uneasy he felt. He had come at her request, so how could this woman turn on him so easily? Watching Lin Wanqing chatting and laughing with the group of men, Zhang Zilong felt a pang of jealousy. He was supposed to be her companion, so how did he end up sitting here alone, drinking in silence? The more Zhang Zilong thought about it, the more uncomfortable he became, and the more he looked at Lin Wanqing's smug face, the angrier

he got. It's no wonder Zhang Zilong was angry; he didn't know a single person here, not even what kind of banquet this was or who the host was. Frustrated, Zhang Zilong took a sip of red wine. Damn, he almost spat it out. He'd almost forgotten he never drank red wine. Having lived in Europe for so many years, how could he not know about it? He just thought it was something only kids drank; besides a slight sweetness, it had no other taste, no different from a soft drink. He stood up, grabbed a waiter, and asked, "Do you have any beer? Preferably Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor)?"

The waiter stared at Zhang Zilong in disbelief, only recovering after a long pause: "Please wait a moment, I'll go look for you. We might not have Erguotou, but how about some spirits?"

"Erguotou is best. If you don't have Erguotou, then beer is fine. If you really can't have any, then bring some spirits. This red wine is really not for humans," Zhang Zilong said angrily.

The waiter turned and walked inside, thinking to himself that the guy was probably a country bumpkin, coming to this occasion to drink Erguotou (

a type of Chinese liquor). If he knew Zhang Zilong had even been inside the White House, he definitely wouldn't think that way. Of course, Zhang Zilong certainly wasn't blatantly invited in. Lin Wanqing watched Zhang Zilong's face turn into a bitter gourd from afar, secretly pleased. A slanted corner of her mouth curved into a smile as she muttered to herself, "Mom was right. Sometimes you have to leave a man alone, otherwise he'll always think a woman can't live without him." Then she chatted and laughed even more excitedly with the man next to her, stealing glances at Zhang Zilong.

Zhang Zilong, of course, knew nothing of Lin Wanqing's scheme. She was unaware of Lin Wanqing's ambiguous feelings towards her. All she knew was that she was extremely annoyed. After a while, a waiter brought Zhang Zilong a glass of beer and said, "I'm sorry, sir, we don't have any Erguotou, but we found two bottles of beer."

"Fine, fine, beer it is. What kind of banquet is this? This host is too stingy, not even a bottle of Erguotou." Zhang Zilong cursed as she walked, and sat down in a corner.

Just after he took a few sips of beer, a voice appeared in his ear: "Sir, how can a gentleman not understand red wine? In foreign countries, those who don't understand red wine are considered bumpkins."

Zhang Zilong felt this was directed at him. Looking up, he saw a girl with a delicate face and a stunning figure standing before him. The girl looked about seventeen or eighteen years old, and her breasts were already quite well-developed. Zhang Zilong was certain that if this girl grew up, she would be a woman no less beautiful than Wang Xia. Seeing the woman holding a glass of red wine and looking at him with disdain, Zhang Zilong suddenly became interested. Since he was bored anyway, he might as well tease this young girl.

"You mean me?" Zhang Zilong asked, pointing to his nose.

"Of course it's you! Who else is here besides you? I heard everything you said to the waiter. I really don't know who invited you. Your clothes are decent, and you're not bad looking, but you have absolutely no taste. At a banquet like this, you're actually demanding Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor)," the little girl said disdainfully.

"Little brat, what do you know? China's baijiu culture has a long and rich history. How can these sour and sweet things made by foreigners compare? You young people only know how to blindly admire America and Korea, and you don't know anything about the culture left by your ancestors. It's truly pathetic," Zhang Zilong said slowly, glancing sideways at the little girl.

"You... who's the little brat? You're only a few years older than me, yet you act all high and mighty. If you don't know anything about red wine, fine, but don't pretend you know everything. A country bumpkin is a country bumpkin, no matter what," the little girl said angrily, feeling rebuffed.

"If I'm not mistaken, it's Louis XIII from 1920," Zhang Zilong said slowly, glancing at the red wine in the little girl's glass.

The little girl was simply bored; these kinds of banquets were her least favorite. She'd been watching Zhang Zilong for a long time, especially after he asked the waiter for wine. She looked down on this country bumpkin, so she wanted to humiliate him. Unexpectedly, this "country bumpkin" of hers could guess the type of red wine in her glass at a glance, even knowing its vintage. She was astonished. Identifying the type of wine by its color wasn't too difficult, but judging the vintage was the mark of a true master. She was certain there were very few in the world who could reach that level. Why was this country bumpkin able to do it? The little girl was very puzzled. "It's definitely a guess," she thought.

"Oh, not bad, not bad at all. Since you know so much about wine, can I ask you a few questions about it?" the little girl said, unwilling to give up .

Zhang Zilong knew he'd stunned the girl with this move, so he acted nonchalant, shrugging his shoulders, meaning, "Go ahead."

"Everyone knows that the most famous red wines in the world are produced in France. But could you tell me what categories French wines are classified into according to wine law and quality?"

"Haha, the first type is AOC wine, a general term for wines named after designated superior production areas. These wines have very detailed restrictions on their place of origin, such as regions, villages, and vineyards. There are approximately four hundred designated areas. The labeling is like appellation romanee conti controlee, where romanee conti is the vineyard name. The second type is vin de pays, which means regional wine. These are high-quality designated wines produced in designated areas and will not be upgraded to AOC wines for the time being. They have fewer restrictions than AOC and are more reasonably priced." "There are three types: vin de table, which means everyday table wine. The first level is called vin de table fran?ais, a high-end wine, blended only with French grapes. The second level is called melange de van der écois de diètes pays de communautée uropeenne, a mid-range wine, blended with wines from other European countries. The third level is vinote nu en france apartir de der ais in reolten, a low-end wine, not limited to any particular grape variety, made in France, its quality entirely dependent on the producer's skill, and without any ranking." Zhang Zilong slowly explained.

The little girl was so surprised by Zhang Zilong's explanation that her eyes almost popped out. She hadn't expected Zhang Zilong to be able to explain it in such detail. Even after years of studying in the West, she only had a general understanding of these things. Composing herself, she asked, "You just said the name and vintage of the wine in my glass with one sip. May I ask how to taste wine?"

“There’s no specific method for wine tasting; you’ll naturally learn as you drink more. Generally speaking, it involves three steps. First, observe the color. Pour the wine into a stemmed glass, like the one you have in your hand, hold the stem, and observe its color. Second, smell the aroma. Gently swirl the glass to release the aroma and smell it to taste the wine. Third, taste it. Just take a small sip, let the wine swirl on your tongue, and feel its flavor and sweetness.” Zhang Zilong explained slowly, noticing the girl’s admiring gaze. He continued, “Would you like me to give you a detailed introduction to French wines? France has five major wine regions: Médoc, covering 32,110 acres, which only produces red wine; Pomero, covering 11,803 acres, which also only produces…” St-émilion, covering 12,676 acres, produces only red wine; Graves, covering 5,992 acres, produces both red and dry white wines, but its white wines are merely for show; Sauternes, covering 3,499 acres, produces only sweet white wines. France has five famous wineries: Chateauum Argaux, Chateau Latour, Chateau Mouton-Rothschild, Chateau Lafite-Rothschild, and Chateau Haut-Brion. "Does the girl have any other questions?" Zhang Zilong blurted out without even dozing off.

【51】The Allure of the Party (Part 1)

"Forget it, this is boring. I thought you were just a simpleton. Is it fun to play dumb? I really don't understand you. You clearly like red wine but insist on wanting Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor)," the little girl said angrily. She had thought he was just a country bumpkin she could tease and have some fun with, but it turned out he was a master. The little girl was extremely annoyed after being humiliated.

"Hey, when did I say I liked red wine?" Zhang Zilong asked curiously.

"Still pretending? Keep pretending. If you didn't like red wine, how would you know so much?" the little girl asked Zhang Zilong, puffing out her chest.

"Please, little girl...?"

"If you call me little girl again, I'll get angry! Tell me, where am I small?" the little girl said, puffing out her already bulging chest, as if to say, "Am I small? Open your eyes and look carefully.

" "You're definitely not small anymore," Zhang Zilong said, staring intently at the girl's eyes, blinking slightly.

"You...you pervert!" The girl, startled by Zhang Zilong's burning gaze, immediately covered herself and yelled at him.

Her scream, born of her panic, carried the word "pervert" to everyone in the hall, instantly making them the center of attention. Zhang Zilong thought to himself, "Damn it, what are you yelling about? Do you think my eyes are X-rays, that I can actually see inside your clothes? Damn it, being the center of attention is really unpleasant."

Zhang Zilong kept his head down, trying to hide his face, but amidst the scornful stares of everyone present, he felt a particularly vicious gaze, a chilling presence looming over him. Zhang Zilong looked in the direction he was looking and saw Lin Wanqing staring at him with wide eyes, her gaze as if she wanted to devour him. Zhang Zilong thought to himself, "My goodness, how could I forget about this shrew? If I don't explain this clearly right now, I probably won't get through the night!"

He glared at the girl, whose face was also flushed red, then raised his hand and addressed the people around him, saying, "Everyone might have misunderstood. My surname is She, and my given name is Nan, so I'm called She Nan. But please don't misunderstand, this She Nan..." "Not that pervert, hehe," Zhang Zilong knew this could only fool strangers, but for Lin Wanqing, it was like protesting too much. He needed a foolproof plan to explain, otherwise his solo trip to Europe would be ruined if that tigress got angry. If it had happened earlier, this morning wouldn't have mattered, but now he had given Liu Fang the 30,000 yuan, and he had no money left. No public funds, no reimbursement, no bonuses—how was he going to survive?

"Surname: Pervert? I've never heard of that surname before," a man asked疑惑地. "

Of course! Why not? Why not? It's not like the old lady She Taijun!" It wasn't Zhang Zilong who said this, but the little girl. Zhang Zilong secretly gave the little girl a thumbs-up and said, "Smart."

"Likewise," the little girl felt extremely pleased by Zhang Zilong's praise and smiled at him.

"Brother, I remember your name is Zhang Zilong, right? When did you change it to Pervert?" It was none other than Qin Feng who said this.

"Brother, what did you say?" the little girl asked Qin Feng. This little girl was Qin Feng's younger sister, Qin Yun. The Qin family had three children. The first daughter, Qin Cai, was born to the Qin family patriarch's first wife, but she passed away shortly after giving birth to Qin Cai. Qin Feng and Qin Yun were born to the patriarch's second wife. Qin Yun regretted saying Zhang Zilong was a pervert as soon as she said it. When everyone looked at the two of them, it wasn't just Zhang Zilong who was embarrassed, but also Qin Yun, who was seen as the victim. In these kinds of harassment accusations, once the impression is formed, the most humiliated person is actually the victim. Therefore, Qin Yun knew very well that she was now in the same boat as Zhang Zilong, which was why she was so angry at Qin Feng's interference. Wasn't this going to ruin her reputation? Qin Yun thought to herself.

"Yeah, I think I saw him in the newspaper last time. I think he's the boyfriend of the Zhao family's eldest daughter," a man said, pointing at Zhang Zilong.

Zhang Zilong inwardly cursed, "Heavens are killing me!" Seeing Lin Wanqing's murderous glare, Zhang Zilong resorted to his signature trick: sophistry. He said, "Yes, sir, my name is Zhang Zilong. But you all don't know, I'm from the countryside. To try and fit in with you city folks, my parents found a close relative in the city to transfer my household registration at the police station. The registration says I'm this relative's son, whose surname is She. The uncle who transferred my registration thought the name She Nan was nice, so he named me that. That's why I'm called She Nan." Zhang Zilong spoke with a strange, thick Northeastern accent, which actually fooled most of the people. However, Zhang Zilong's country bumpkin image was already deeply ingrained in their minds. They all looked on with pity, saying, "Alas, how could Miss Zhao fall for such a country bumpkin?"

Some men even cried out, "Where is justice?"

Zhang Zilong was filled with shame. He figured that after this was over, not only would Lin Wanqing not let him off the hook, but Zhao Yazhi would also likely not forgive him easily for indirectly damaging her reputation. Zhang Zilong blamed everything on Qin Yun and was about to turn around and teach the girl a lesson when he suddenly remembered that she called Qin Feng "Brother Qin," so she must be the legendary third young lady of the Qin family. Zhang Zilong shook his head helplessly and cursed, "What kind of world is this? Why do I only meet women like this?"

Qin Yun, still reeling from Zhang Zilong's Northeastern accent, clutched her stomach, which was aching from laughing, and asked, "What did you say?"

"Nothing, I said you're a good person," Zhang Zilong said casually.

"Hehe, that's true. I think you're quite interesting. Uh, are you really from the Northeast? But it doesn't seem like it. When you were talking to me just now, you spoke with a genuine T City accent," Qin Yun asked suspiciously.

"I'm a local from T City. Do you think I'd be mistaken for a country bumpkin? You're being funny. My bad luck is about to begin," Zhang Zilong said angrily.

"What bad luck?" Qin Yun asked.

"Look, it's about to begin," Zhang Zilong said, turning to the side and pointing at Lin Wanqing, who was walking towards him with a dark expression.

"Yun'er, long time no see! When did you get back from England?" Lin Wanqing's voice came before Zhang Zilong finished speaking, merely greeting Qin Yun.

"Sister Qing, hello! I just got back a few days ago. You haven't come to my house in ages. I was just talking about you," Qin Yun said with a smile.

"I've been a bit busy lately. Today's Cai'er's birthday, so I came over specially. Qin Yun, tell me honestly, did this kid just do something to you?" Lin Wanqing glared at Zhang Zilong.

"Hey, my dear Qing-jie, I swear to God, I didn't do anything! What could I possibly do to her? I didn't even touch her hand!" Zhang Zilong said indignantly.

"What? You wanted to touch her hand?" Lin Wanqing glared at him, her eyes blazing with anger.

"No, no, how could I dare? No, no, it's not that I'm saying this, it's a slip of the tongue, a slip of the tongue. Never mind, I can't explain it to her. You should ask her yourself," Zhang Zilong said helplessly. The ancients said that when you stand in front of a woman explaining your relationship with another woman, the best way is to say nothing. Because a woman in a state of extreme jealousy can interpret any word you say. Although Zhang Zilong didn't know if Lin Wanqing was jealous or angry, the ancients' words should be correct, so he chose not to say anything. He just couldn't remember which ancient person said this, he seemed to remember it was Pig Shit who said it.

[52] Passionate Party (II)

"Qing-jie, you really misunderstood him this time. He really didn't touch me," Qin Yun said to Lin Wanqing with a smile.

"Right, now you believe me, right? I'm innocent, I'm blameless," Zhang Zilong quickly said, looking genuinely aggrieved.

"However, his eyes were always leering at me, and he was saying flirtatious things, like 'Your figure is much better than Lin Wanqing's, so I must be a...'" Qin Yun, before Zhang Zilong could finish, feigned innocence and said to Lin Wanqing.

"Ah! Hey, little girl, you can't just say things like that! When did I say that? Uh, Sister Qing, I really didn't say that! This little girl made it all up, I swear to God!" Zhang Zilong panicked. He never expected that this little girl, who had just been on his side, would turn on him so suddenly and use such a treacherous tactic. "Zhang

Zilong, don't go to France tomorrow. From now on, we have nothing to do with each other anymore," Lin Wanqing said, her face ashen, biting her lip tightly as if she was trying her best to endure. After saying this, she turned and left.

"Uh, Sister Qing, let me explain! Things aren't really as you think, Sister Qing!" Zhang Zilong was anxious, but Lin Wanqing walked away without even turning her head.

"Little girl, let me tell you, don't let me see you again!" Zhang Zilong was truly angry this time, using words he rarely used with girls. After saying that, he turned around and chased after Lin Wanqing.

"What? This man has no sense of romance at all. I was just joking, did he have to be so fierce?" Qin Yun looked at Zhang Zilong's back with a wronged expression, then smiled and muttered to herself, "Zhang Zilong, hehe, I'll remember you. A very interesting man."

Zhang Zilong was extremely anxious, frantically searching for Lin Wanqing in the crowd. He knew Lin Wanqing was furious. Putting aside her past romantic experiences, she was undoubtedly a notoriously fickle man. Even as her companion, he should only be with her, yet he had acted this way. Although he hadn't actually done anything wrong, that's how Lin Wanqing perceived him. A woman's jealousy and possessiveness are irrational and incredibly powerful; they either don't erupt at all, or they erupt like a volcano. Zhang Zilong's life was in her hands. Judging from Lin Wanqing's tone, Zhang Zilong knew that if he didn't explain himself, he might end up homeless.

Zhang Zilong finally found Lin Wanqing, but she was already at the women's restroom.

"Sister Qing, can you wait for me to explain?" Zhang Zilong called out anxiously.

"Explain what? We have nothing to do with each other now. You can go flirt with whichever girl you want; it has nothing to do with me," Lin Wanqing said coldly, turning and entering the restroom without looking back.

Zhang Zilong rushed into the women's restroom, his rationality still intact. He knew that time heals all wounds, but with a decisive woman like Lin Wanqing, if he didn't strike while the iron was hot and explain things clearly, he would never have another chance. In Lin Wanqing's eyes, he was never a good person to begin with, so Zhang Zilong couldn't understand why Lin Wanqing had been a little nicer to him lately. He thought it might be because of his hard work, at least that's what he thought. If he were to leave a lecherous impression on her now, there would be no hope left. Zhang Zilong was extremely anxious. Of course, Zhang Zilong still didn't know that Lin Wanqing had feelings for him. He attributed everything to Lin Wanqing being a woman prejudiced against men, and this prejudice of men naturally included his employees.

Zhang Zilong steeled his resolve and rushed into the women's restroom, immediately causing a chorus of screams. Luckily, the women's restroom didn't have urinals like the one on the south side, otherwise, Zhang Zilong might have seen countless women's private parts.

"Ladies, please forgive me, the men's restroom is already full. I'm in such a hurry, I have no choice but to borrow this place from you ladies. Chairman Mao said that we are all class brothers and sisters, and helping each other is

only right. Don't worry, I won't be here for long, I'll return it to you all in a bit, I think you won't mind," Zhang Zilong said, covering his penis with his hand, pretending to be in a real hurry to urinate.

Hearing Zhang Zilong's explanation, the women couldn't bring themselves to be angry, and they all left the restroom grumbling. The restroom was empty, and Zhang Zilong wondered, where did Lin Wanqing go? Did she have some kind of invisibility magic? Just then, Zhang Zilong heard a faint sobbing sound. He followed the sound and found it coming from a toilet. Standing in front of the door, he dared not open it even if he had ten lives.

Inside, he heard not only a woman crying, but also softly cursing, "Men are all the same."

Zhang Zilong clearly recognized Lin Wanqing's voice.

Although he found her words ambiguous, he also felt that Lin Wanqing was right; men were indeed all the same. Hadn't he just bought a prostitute this morning? Zhang Zilong shook his head and softly called out, "Is this Sister Qing? It's Zilong."

"Ah??? Zhang Zilong, you really are a complete pervert! How dare you barge into the women's restroom!" Lin Wanqing was startled by Zhang Zilong's voice, quickly covering her voice so he wouldn't realize she was crying.

"Sister Qing, you're right. I'm not a good man, I know that perfectly well. I didn't barge into the women's restroom for any reason. I just wanted to tell you that what happened today was all made up by that girl. I, Zhang Zilong, will admit to anything I've done, and I won't accept anything I didn't do. Believe it or not, that's all I have to say. Thank you for training me these past few days. I'll go to the company to pack my things later. But before I leave, I'd like to give you a suggestion, Sister Qing. As a shrewd leader and someone in a position of authority, it's best not to let your personal feelings get involved at work. Sometimes, an employee whose private life isn't exactly clean isn't necessarily a bad employee. That's all I have to say. I'm leaving." Zhang Zilong said calmly. He knew that when he rushed into the bathroom and heard Lin Wanqing crying, there was no way to salvage the situation. Imagine, a leader crying over an employee—you can imagine how much that employee hurt the leader, and how deep Lin Wanqing's prejudice against Zhang Zilong was. Although that wasn't the whole story, that's how Zhang Zilong, with his blockheaded mind, thought. He figured it out: rather than being fired, it was better to leave gracefully. But he wasn't willing to accept it. He hadn't done anything wrong at work, yet he lost his job because of the words of an insignificant young woman. He was incredibly confused, which led to his later words to Lin Wanqing.

"You're talking nonsense! I never let personal feelings interfere with my work!" Lin Wanqing felt wronged by being unfairly accused by Zhang Zilong, and even swore.

"If you don't let personal feelings interfere, then why did you fire me?" Zhang Zilong was even more confused.

"Zhang Zilong, are you really unaware or pretending not to know? I like you, do you know that? From the first day you joined the company, I looked at you differently. Of course, I admit that I was prejudiced against you back then. I thought that good-looking men were unreliable. But later I found out that you are not someone who relies on your looks to make a living. You have enough ability and convincing skills. In the days that followed, I thought about you every moment. I knew I had fallen in love with you. But what about you? In the end, you were still the same. First, you were all lovey-dovey with Zhao Yazhi. As for that woman, that's one thing, since you didn't know I liked you. I believe you are not the kind of person who would say something inappropriate in such a situation as Qin Yun. But this morning at the company, you clearly knew I liked you, so why did you still say such hurtful things to me, saying that you were a bachelor? If you are a bachelor, then what am I? What am I?" Lin Wanqing suddenly opened the bathroom door and stood in front of Zhang Zilong, her face covered in tears.

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